#'good luck! hehe!!' thanks bud

[fooltofancy]

oh, it's fucked fucked.

[glitterjay]

hi! do you write threesomes? can you write about y/n with hee and won?

⭒ threesome, exhibitionism(?, dom!heeseung, virgin!jungwon, switch!reader, pet names, smut under cut minors dni

⭒ c's note: i do write threesomes but i cant promise im good at them, hehe. im also doing my permanent taglist all over again, so if you'd like to be in it shoot me an ask or leave a comment :] also, this is all over the place so im sorry if it sucks

⭒ taglist (open): @hollyoongs

having one of your boyfriend's dearest friends watching as you got your pussy eaten out was definitely something new.

heeseung had been talking about how one of his friends, jungwon, had been getting more and more curious about the active sex lives of those in his friend circle, and to his luck, heeseung was one of his closest friends.

he had been talking with you about inviting him over some day to watch you guys do your thing, and you agreed because why not? but you didn't think it would be such a turn on like this.

you could see him through your peripheral vision as he tried to look everywhere but the bed in front of him. how his hands tried to frantically cover the very noticeable bulge under his sweats, and how he threw his head back every time you moaned heeseung's name into the air.

your boyfriend had been talking about inviting jungwon over to see the both of you do the deed. something about jungwon starting to look for hookups thanks to the influence of other friends (jake). and since heeseung was the closest one to him, why not teach him a few lessons?

your body jolted and shook as you started nearing your first high. your right hand landed perfectly on heeseung's hair to pull it, as your body arched hard and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. gasps were leaving your mouth as you came in your boyfriend's face, thanking the heavens for giving you a man with a skilled tongue like his.

"and that, won, is how you eat a girl out." he said, cleaning his chin with the back of his hand as he smacked your sensitive bud with the other, the gesture made your body shake again, a loud moan echoing the room.

the boy that was painfully sitting in a chair next to yours and heeseung's bed seemed to have his hand deep inside his sweatpants, probably trying to release some of the tension his poor cock was feeling.

"now, darling, why don't you help our special guest? hmm?"

you could see the way jungwon's face reddened even more, but his hand didnt seem to leave his dick at all. you nodded and with heeseung's help, you made it over to where the other boy was sitting. you knelt between his open legs, and asked if it was okay to touch him. the cat like boy in front of you looked over at your boyfriend for approval, who nodded in response, and mocked the same gesture.

you grabbed the hem of his sweats and boxers together, and pulled them down as fast as you could. the sudden cold air of the room made jungwon moan as it hit his sensitive member. it seemed like he was suffering a lot from the amount of precum leaking from his tip, and how hard and red it looked.

"she will help you, jungwon. trust me, her head is just as good as mine is."

you took that as your queue to go. your hand wrapped around jungwon's rock hard cock and started moving up and down. his eyes rolled to the back of his face as he threw it back in the chair, staring at the ceiling with teary eyes. it was definitely a different sensation than his own hand, and it was filling his head with clouds.

you spat on his tip, your saliva mixing with his precum before taking him in with your mouth. the sensation felt so ridiculously delicious to him that you had felt his cock twitch already. heeseung was seeing everything from the bed, his own clothes now gone and his cock in hand.

he got up from where he was sitting, pushing your head further into jungwon's dick. this made the other's body shake in response, his head shot up, wide eyes looking down at heeseung's hand on the top of your head, keeping you in place. "breathe through your nose, darling. take it in like a good girl."

the scene seemed to be taken out of the porn videos jungwon had watched on his own, and fuck was it hot. it was enough for him to cum in your mouth. heeseung was able to tell his friend was done by the change in pitch of his voice, letting go of your head to let you breathe. your own head shot up, mixtures of saliva and cum running from the corners of it as you gasped for air.

"i will let you stuff her whole, won. but no funny business. either you cum outside or you dont get to cum at all, understood?"

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and thats how your body was being used by your boyfriend and one of his closest friends. jungwon was taking instructions from a very calm heeseung who had his cock fucking your face. your head was running to the verge of insanity. the third party was definitely hitting the right spots for it to be his first time. but yet again, he was being led by heeseung. there was no one that knew your body better than him.

"taking two cocks at a time, nobody's having it like you are, baby" heeseung cooed, ramming his hips harder and faster, the way he moved your entire body with his force was enough to have you fucking back into jungwon, who was having the time of his life. you hummed when you felt your boyfriend's dick twitch, the vibrations helping him cum.

the taste was sweeter than jungwon's, probably because you were used to it already. heeseung pulled out, quickly kissing your forehead. it was a pleasant view seeing his friend taking your pussy from behind, but he knew nobody could make you feel the way he did, so there wasnt much to worry.

"fuck jungwon... try to hit that same spot again." you said, your hand intertwined with heeseung's for moral support. the way his own name rolled of your sweet tongue made jungwon twitch yet again. he was fast to find that spot that had you seeing starts and cussing out loud, body coming to it's second orgasm of the day.

your walls felt empty when jungwon pulled his dick out, ropes of white cum landing on the bedsheets. he didnt want heeseung coming for him, although he would've loved to cum inside.

you were exhausted to say the least, and heeseung was more than welcome to take care of you for doing such a good job. not without praising jungwon as well, telling him he was ready to go make girls cum on his own. but if he felt like needed more practice, the both of you were available any time. and to be honest, you hoped he came back again.

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[dearestones]

Fairy Rings and Sharp Teeth (Jade Leech and Reader)

Warnings: N/A. 

Anonymous Request: Ouuughhhh. I'm absolutely in love with that Jade Leech piece you wrote! Could I request him and "Do you even hear yourself?" (But I totally understand if you want to write someone else, please feel free to do so if you want💜💜) Romantic or platonic, I'd love it either way💜 (But it would be nice if it didn't end on a too sour note, hehe.) Thank you, Devin! And congratulations on the follower count!

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It’s not often that you visit the Botanical Gardens outside of school hours. While it was a beautiful space that boasted a variety of plants from various regions of the world, you had no reason to visit outside of potionology lesson plans. Furthermore, after your first run in with the lion prince from Savanaclaw, you were keen on not repeating such an interaction lest he actually decide to put you in your place via physical means. (You also did not want to discount the fact that there were probably other delinquents who fooled around in the gardens and lay in wait for unsuspecting prey). 

However, it was by the very nature of the school that you were called to do things that you were not assigned or expected to complete. It was unfortunate, but your fellow first year, Ace from Heartslabyul had fallen sick and had asked you to check on his project in the gardens. Like you, and the rest of the first years, he had been tasked to cultivate a specific plant to provide supplies for future potionology lessons. Had it been something not as important or needing a keen eye for detail, he would have asked Deuce or Grim to cover his bases, but this specific bloom needed daily recording for any changes—both significant and trivial. If his plant died due to negligence, he would have to start over. 

And starting over meant that you would incur the ire of one Professor Crewel. 

It was due to good fortune and luck that Ace was good friends with you.

Moved by his explanation and the fact that he was still bedridden in the infirmary, you accepted. How could you not? His illness rendered him bedridden and both his face and neck were shiny and tacky with sweat. If you didn’t lean in close enough, you would not have heard his request. With a voice as raspy as an old man thirsting for water and with a fever that was indescribably high, it would have been seen as cruel to refuse. 

As you stepped into the temperate areas of the Botanical Gardens, you relished in the scent of pine, beech, and poplar that filled your nose. It was like stepping into a new world—a microcosm enclosed in a space that was strictly controlled by both the fairies and the gardeners stationed within this small world. 

A few yards away from where you stood, you spotted a separate plot that had been tilled and was brimming with the fruits of your classmates’ labors. First, before you went to check on Ace’s project—a magnificent bloom that was native to the Queendom of Roses—you decided to make sure that yours was still alive and well. Yours was also a flower from the Queendom, albeit from a different region and was expected to elicit different magical properties once it was brewed into its appropriate potion. 

After observing the dark green stem and the corresponding leaves, you pulled out a reference from your backpack, your fingers quickly flipping through the yellowing pages. According to the aged text, your plant would start producing buds within a few more days. If well tended, the flowers would become voluminous and rose-like in shape, but the colors would sparkle and glow once underneath direct moonlight. After noting your observations into your notebook, you headed towards Ace’s plant. 

To your relief, his assigned project was not worse for wear. Slightly dehydrated if the light yellowing and coarse dirt underneath was any indication, but nothing a little water couldn’t fix. After writing down your observations on a separate sheet of paper so that Ace could copy it down later, you visited a nearby shed where the supplies were and grabbed a watering can. 

After watering the plants with the prescribed amount that was mentioned in your textbook, you began to head out of the gardens. 

Guided by your past interactions with the Savanaclaw Housewarden, you made sure to not be too enraptured by the wondrous sights of flowers blooming brilliantly when a certain amount of sunlight hit their petals or becoming slightly awed when you recognized some plants from your home world. Most of the greenery was meant to simulate real world environments (a plaque at the very front of the temperate zone of the Botanical Gardens revealed that it was supposed to be based one of the provinces in the Land of Pyroxene), so you weren’t all too surprised when you came across a patch of grass that looked relatively tame and boring if it were not for the patch of mushrooms decorating the middle of it. 

The mushrooms themselves bore dark red caps that were speckled with white spots. Meanwhile, their off-white stalks were short and squat but proudly stood tall in formation. Had you a pair of gloves, perhaps you would have peeked underneath their caps to see what color were their gills. However, you weren’t too keen on landing yourself on a neighboring bed next to Ace. You had risked your life many times during Overblots, but you drew the line at benign looking foliage. 

What stood out to you about these mushrooms was that they stood in a near perfect circle; the diameter at least three feet. 

You smiled to yourself and approached. 

If you remembered correctly, the circle of mushrooms was called a fairy ring. A quick flip through your first year textbook revealed that fairy rings were mentioned within the index, but some examples of the phenomena actually had latent magical energy. Most of the warnings attributed to the fairy circles stated that it was best to leave them well alone and that it was strictly forbidden to step within the circle. Satisfied after satiating your curiosity, you took a photo with your ghost camera, fully capturing the scene. 

“Lovely, aren’t they?”

You yelped, the sudden sound of someone asking you a question startling you. If it were not for the fact that the camera had a strap that hung loosely around your neck, you would have thrown the magical artifact at the speaker. 

Jade, having probably noted your reaction, merely smiled that benign smile of his before walking towards you, his stride efficient and quick. 

“Er, hi?” A little hesitant at his approach, you had to will yourself to not back away. Really, your initial reaction was born out of inborn instinct and not because you still had negative memories of Azul’s Overblot and the events preceding it. (The thought that Azul was still plotting revenge never quite left you, though). Knowing that, you didn’t want to expose weakness easily—you were all too aware that his sharp teeth weren’t just for show, he was still technically a predator. “What brings you here, Jade?”

He gestured at the fairy ring behind you, the cool smile he usually employed melting into something more… genuine. It was not an abrupt shift—it was like watching an ice cube melt in lukewarm water—but it was jarring all the same to see him so happy.  

“I have yet to see a naturally occurring fairy ring during my hikes in the mountains.” He shook his head, a mournful show that could have moved you to tears had you been a little more foolish and susceptible to his tricks. “I’ve only just recently started studying this particular ring after one of the gardeners alerted me to its appearance. Had I known that the conditions here can lead to the unpredictable fruiting, I would have begun searching for rings such as this much, much earlier.”

You blinked in confusion. Normally, Jade wasn’t this forthcoming. “You like fairy circles?” 

An amused smile graced his face as he shook his head at your question. “Not necessarily, but finding one within the school grounds is a boon that I endeavor to cultivate for my own needs.” You wanted to ask what he meant by that, but then you remembered that this was Jade Leech and it was better to not know. “What I find most fascinating about the surface is the various forms of flora and fauna, but most of all, fungi.”

Had you looked away at the wrong moment, you would have missed the yearning gaze in his mismatched eyes as he studied the mushroom. Honestly, it was almost as if he was seeing something cute and worthy of his time—a feat that you had to see elicited by anyone or anything else. It stunned you to see such a soft look in his eyes, but you refrained from speaking. 

Huh. 

You had no idea that Jade had interests outside of working as Azul’s Vice Housewarden or as a staff member for the Mostro Lounge. It was strange to see him speaking so openly about something that he clearly held close to his heart. The candid nature of both his tone of voice and even his body language (usually so reserved and tight, had become almost loose and relaxed like his brother’s mannerisms) had the unintended effect of soothing you as well. 

For the first time since your very first meeting, you actually wanted to spend time with the Octavinelle student. 

Imagine that! You, a small and very vulnerable human, actively wanted to hear more about mushrooms and fungi even though you weren’t exactly knowledgeable about mycology. 

And it wasn’t like you were doing this to get in Crewel’s good graces either. Being average in a class meant for students who actually had magic and the means to brew potions daily was more than enough for you.

Perhaps it was because seeing Jade’s lowered guard (or a seemingly convincing facade) felt like an invitation. It wasn’t often that you spoke or hung out with the upperclassman… And it wasn’t like he was actively trying to recruit you into working for Azul without pay or even swindling you into a contract. 

Did you even hear yourself?

You had either accidentally inhaled too many fungal spores or maybe Ace’s plant project had the unintended effect of causing hallucinations. Despite that, however, you found yourself setting your bag upon the patch of grass near the fairy ring (you were careful as to not accidentally disturb any of them) before patting at the spot next to you. At the confused expression on Jade’s face (you thought maybe he was faking it, but you still smiled at him in anticipation), you gestured for his presence once more. 

“Can you tell me more? Professor Crewel says that we’ll focus more on fungi next semester, but it never hurts to be prepared.”

Jade’s eyes widened before he plopped onto the ground next to you—plopped!—before pulling out a thick, battered textbook filled with stray notes and plastic markers littering the pages within. “Too true, Prefect, one should always be prepared, especially when it comes to the identification and classification of different types of fungi, but most importantly…” He rapidly flipped to what appeared to be a random page within his textbook, until you saw that it bore the chapter title and appropriate picture depicting— 

“Mushrooms!”

You leaned closer to him, not at all caring that he was within biting distance. 

If Ace was lucky, he would get your updates about his project before curfew. And if not? You could just visit the infirmary first thing in the morning. 

For now, you had something more important to do. 

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[kawaiicheese101]

Mixelsronpa: Mixed Up Despair - Prologue

???: Hey.

??? 2: C-Can you hear us..?

??? 2: A-Are you okay?

???: You seem pretty out of it dude!

...

??? 3: Vulk…? Zorch…?

Vulk: F-Flain?

Zorch: Woah! You’re alive!?

Flain: Yeah…

Vulk: Well…um…we thought you we’re gone for good.

Flain: Huh? Wha?

Flain: Why…would I be dead…?

Flain: Just…Tell me why.

Vulk: EEK! I-I-I’m sorry Flain! Don’t get mad at me…!

Flain: Um…

…

Everything feels strange here…

…

Oh, looks like I forgot to introduce myself.

My name is Flain.

I’m not sure what my talent is or, how I got here…

But somehow I’ll never know…

Flain: It’s okay Vulk…

Vulk: *Sniff* T–Thank you…

…………………………………

Zorch: Woah! What’s that noise?

Vulk: I hear chatting…

…………………………………

Flain: I hear it too, Let’s go see.

We went to see what that chatting was.

But then…We were in luck, because what we saw was…

…More people.

???: Huh? more students?

??? 2: They must be new here!

??? 3: Hehe, What are you all waiting for, c’mon in!

Zorch: C’mon guys, they seem nice!

Vulk: O–Okay…

Flain: Sounds like a good idea—

??? 4: Meeeooow!!

Flain: …

Vulk: …

Zorch: …

??? 4: Fufufufu, Did I scare ya guys~?

Flain: Uhhh…

Vulk: Um…

Zorch: I guess…hehe…

??? 4: Awww c’mon! I thought I was scary!

??? 4: Hey! You said this was a good idea to scare them!

??? 5: Ah…

Flain: Uh, well…

Flain: Can you two atleast introduce yourselves?

??? 4: Oh! Right!

??? 4: I’m Gobba, The Ultimate Totem Creator! Nice to meet ya!

Gobba: Fufu, Cool talent, riiiight~?

Flain: …

Vulk: Um…I–It’s nice I guess, I got the Ultimate DJ…

Zorch: I got the Ultimate Prankster for some reason.

Flain: …

Flain: Well, what about you?

??? 5: …

??? 5: Lunk, The Ultimate Chef, I hope…

Gobba, The Ultimate Totem Creator…

Lunk, The Ultimate Chef…

I feel like…I’ve heard those names before…

…

But I’ll never know where…

Gobba: Helloooooooooooooo, Anybody home?

Flain: Oh, sorry about that…

Gobba: Naww, It’s fine!! 

He seems energetic…

Huh? What’s that sound?

??? 9: Me sorry…

??? 8: “Me sorry” My ass! You need to look where you’re going big foot!

??? 9: N–No call me…b–big foot…

Flain: …

??? 8: Oh, Sorry about that, it’s just the big foot here was in my way!

Why is he so mean to him...

??? 9: Me said sorry…

Flain: No no, It’s alright! Just tell us your names and talents

??? 9: Seismo, Ultimate Tap-dancer.

Seismo: Me hope us get along…!

Flain: Me too.

Flain: Well, what about you? What’s your name?

??? 8: …

??? 8: Volectro…the Ultimate Firework Creator…

Vulk: Nice to meet you both, my name is–

Volectro: SHUT UP FAT PIG NOBODY’S TALKING TO YOU!

Vulk: Ah–!

Flain: …

Zorch: …

Vulk: Waaaahhh…

Zorch: You…didn’t had to call him that.

Volectro: Whaaat? I’m just in the mood to be mean!

Vulk: *whimper* *sniff*

Flain: …

Zorch: Uh…

Vulk: Ugh… *sniff*

Volectro: …

Volectro: What?

Gobba: Hey!

Gobba: That was very mean of you!

Gobba: Now say sorry to him!

Volectro: …

Volectro: Sorry.

Vulk: I forgive you…

??? 10: Coming throooooough!

*Thud!*

??? 10: Ugh…

Volectro: H–Hey watch where your going!

??? 10: Sorry…heh…

Volectro: …

Gobba: …

Lunk: …

Seismo: …

Flain: …

Vulk: …

Zorch: …

??? 10: Oh! Introductions. Right.

??? 10: My name is Zaptor, The Ultimate Taste Tester. Nice to meet you!

Gobba: Yeah! His buds are crazy!

Seismo: Me can agree with that.

Zaptor: Yep! What they said!

Lunk: Yep…

??? 11: Well, My name is Mixadel.

Mixadel, The Ultimate Horse Tamer…

A person famous horse tamer that is popular for his horse taming…

Flain: Oh…Uh, my name is Flain

Mixadel: Well, may I ask you what’s your talent

Flain: Um…Well you see…

Flain: I don’t have a talent

Mixadel: …

Mixadel: Great…All I wanted was somebody to have a talent…

Mixadel: And this is the things I get…?

Flain: …

I…

I’ve never knew he was gonna be like this…

I’ll just walk away from him…

??? 12: Hii! I’m Jamzy, The Ultimate Lead Singer, And this is my brother, Trumpsy, The Ultimate Trumpist!

??? 13: Hello.

Jamzy, The Ultimate Lead Singer…

Trumpsy, The Ultimate Trumpist…

The two members of the famous band “The Mixies”.

??? 14: Ah, Hello!

??? 14: My name is Camillot, The Ultimate Knight!

Zorch: Ultimate Knight?

Camillot: Yes, I was called that because my worthy of royalty.

Camillot: Whatever that means…

Zorch: …

Zorch: Oh, Okay.

??? 15: Abracawaka…

??? 15: Doodle!

Vulk: Kyaa!!

Vulk: Ow…

??? 15: Oh! Sorry about that…hehe…

Vulk: I–It’s okay…

Zaptor: …

Volectro: …

Gobba: …Uh

Lunk: …

Seismo: …

Flain: …

Zorch: …

Zorch: Well...can you tell us your name atleast?

??? 15: Oh!

??? 15: My name is…

??? 15: The fantastic most wonderful, most amazing…

??? 15: Magnifo, The Ultimate Magician!☆

Magnifo, The Ultimate Magician…

The main course of the “Wiztastics”.

Flain: Oh, My name is Flain.

Flain: Nice to meet you.

Magnifo: Ah, Nice to meet you too!

Magnifo: May I know your talent?

Flain: Oh…um

Flain: I…don’t have a talent…sorry.

Magnifo: Huh!? No talent??

Magnifo: Poor you! I hope you find one just for you!

Flain: Thank you…I guess…

Magnifo: Yourrrr welcome!!

??? 3: Heyoooo!!!!! My name is Shuff, The Ultimate Digger!!

Shuff: Nice to meet ‘ya!!

Flain: Nice to meet you too

Shuff…

That…name…

I…remember…

That…name…

Along with Seismo’s name…

Ugh…

Ah…!

Zorch: Oh! Flain!!

Vulk: A–A–Are you okay!?

Flain: Y–yeah…

Flain: I’m…fine.

Shuff: Uhhhh…

Shuff: Mind if I help?

Flain: …Sorry about that Shuff…

Flain: I just…had a little breakegde.

Shuff: Ahhh, okay!

???: …………………

Flain: Uh…

???: …………………

Zorch: Um…

Vulk: Excuse us…?

???: Oh, sorry, I was just…thinking.

???: …………………

Zorch: Hey! It’s the time for introductions!

???: Ah, introductions…right.

???: My name is Vampos, The Ultimate Acrobat. Acrobating was my hobby, and I did it since I was younger.

???: …

???: Nice to meet you.

Vampos, The Ultimate Acrobat…

Famous for acrobating tricks…

Flain: Nice to meet you too.

Zorch: Yeah but, why were you just staring at the ceiling while thinking?

Vampos: Well you see…

Vampos: I had to think while look at random things 'cause I had to think before talking to others.

Vampos: …………………

Vampos: …………………

Vulk: He walked away…

Zorch: Ah, crap!

Flain: Let's just...meet the others...

??? 2: Heya!! The name’s Niksput, The Ultimate Astronaut! What’s up?

Flain: My name is Flain.

Vulk: I–I’m Vulk The Ultimate DJ.

Zorch: The name’s Zorch, The Ultimate Prankster!

Gobba: I’m Gobba, The Ultimate Totem Creator!

Lunk: I’m Lunk, The Ultimate Chef…

Seismo: Me Seismo, Ultimate Tap-dancer.

Volectro: …

Gobba: C’mon! Tell him ya’ name Volectro!

Volectro: Volectro…the Ultimate Firework Creator…

Zaptor: My name is Zaptor, The Ultimate Taste Tester!

Jamzy: I’m Jamzy, The Ultimate Lead Singer!

Trumpsy: I’m Trumpsy, The Ultimate Trumpist.

Camillot: My name is Camillot, The Ultimate Knight!

Magnifo: My name is Magnifo, The Ultimate Magician!☆

Niksput: Nice to meet ya all!

Woah…so many new people

Making friends

Everythis is–

*Ding-dong! Bing-bong*

Huh?

What’s that…

???: Good Morin*static*verybody! I hope everyone is *static* here!

???: Ple*static* wai*static* for you’re headma*static* to enter the *static*

Jamzy: Huh? Who said that?

???: Me!

Jamzy: Ah!

Camillot: A…cubit?

???: Hey! I’m not just ann ordinary cubit.

???: I’m your headmaster, Monocubit! 

Trumpsy: Our headmaster?

Monocubit: Yep! Your Head-

Niksput: Don’t worry guys I’ll destroy this thing!

Monocubit: Don’t even try!

Niksput: What the!?

Monocubit: Rule #1, No violence against the headmaster!

Vampos: “Rules”? What are these “Rules”?

Monocubit: The rules of this killing game!

Vulk: K–KILLING GAME!?

Monocubit: Yep!

Monocubit: Aaand there’s more rules too!

Monocubit: Check your monopads!!

Monopads…?

Monocubit: Now have fun trying to survive!!

Vulk: Flain…A–Are we…?

Flain: I’m sorry Vulk…but we’re actually in a killing game…

Zorch: No way…

Zorch: No fucking way…

Jamzy: How can this be…

Trumsy: Why…?

Camillot: ………….

Our normal school day…

Just turned into a horrid killing game…

I can feel Vulk crying on my shoulder.

Zorch was scared for his life.

Everyone else…was so nervous…

I also…Feel the same…

[shinakazami1]

• previous ask anon here! I saw the positive response on my last ask so might as well say some more (imagine getting happy from being praised on your own praise, can't be me/j)

• you may feel like Dear Stanley doesn't get many reads but I assure you, if the fic was a youtube video I would put it on loop (they are so silly and the metaphors and the way he cared so much about those little details?? same fr)

• Tomato getting more content. oh no. my heart. you better prepare to pay for the damages that will be inflicted on my soul.

• I decided to tour your ao3 works and read Bad Luck! …I checked all the tags, no worries. (Love, Falling and All Things did came up first but it's in a series so I put it for later)

• 27k. That one hour of reading was quite something. It's so wrong but it's so good?? keyboard smashes I won't dive into details here, but the words hold so much feelings. They are so,,,a (Fanfic writers my beloved good job you two) Question: how are their lives after that. are they happy like really truly happy. it's an au but i need to know if my blorbos are ok.

• I'm probably going to read the soulmate bodyswap series next, and I'm really excited since 1. omg tooth-rotting fluffy gay men, I need this and 2. planetariums, aquariums and animal facts are my absolute favourites stop hitting my soft spots (once again thank goodness for fanfic writers amen)

• sorry if this is too long and possibly confusing! I'm not the best at writing anything out...maybe retreating to ao3 comment sections now that I know anonymous/no account commenting exists (because of you, I finally found out about it after all these years, thanks). Have a nice 365 days!

Anon please my gosh I just opened tumblr and I saw I had a message and just to hear my reaction for your comment meant a lot means a lot to me ofahioasi we are rn in a very silly loop and just please know I told my close buds about you writing these asks and just it means so much to me, and to see you wrote such a long comment (I checked, wow, 307 words, dude I appreciate you sm if you would ever want to reveal yourself be my guest IOHFSOIFSAO I just, I truly appreciate you)

Now lemme just respond to each point under the cut but PLEASE THIS IS NOT CONFUSING NOR TOO LONG THIS IS JUST SO PRECIOUS

Dude I am so glad you liked the metaphors!! I really wanted to make him project onto different things and just, Narrator feels like a man who would care so much about details that others wouldn't

If I ever get back to writing haha, but the prequel is gonna be a cute slowburn of how they got together (no angst tho haha noooo sir don't look how I mostly write angst hahahaah h a ) ; while sequel is their trip to the mountains which would have similar tone to the original!! But gosh thank you you really make me want to write it hehe

Bad Luck is one of my collabs with a user who left TSP community so now I am left as the only creator listen but they were the ones who came up with the idea for that and Good Luck Charm, which is the fic this one kinda comes from !! We were a bit scared if people would think we agree with Stanley's actions (esp since I was the one who wrote them fihfsoiafsih) but I am glad you like it! And well - we actually discussed it and haha no they are not good they are far from good in that au, what we intended to do was (SPOILER: DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW IF I EVER WRITE IT) that Stanley would confess to Narrator that he drugged him and Narrator would be very mad but since he got bitten and it was found out that he was omega, he would lose his job since the world is omegaphobic and Stanley would only later learn just of how much he fucked up. But since the damage is done and Leo would not want him to have easy way out, they kinda stay together and Stanley develops and anxiety disorder. They kinda make it all work and let themselves explore the feelings but Leo never forgives and good for him, good for that man

Gosh to hear you want to keep on reading my work???? That just means so much to me??? I wrote this one with Surf and the amount of silliness that series has just still makes me giddy with how I pulled some of my fav moments in my TSP fanfics so I hope you will not only have a nice read but if you do write, you will share your opinion if you will want to!!

You reminded me I have to check ao3 iohfashiosafois I haven't really been logging in so I prob been slacking off with responses but please, wherever you choose to write, it will always mean so much to me. You already spending time writing the first thing meant for me a ton, esp since this semester has been hard and I've been in art block overall but please anon, know that your words truly make me feel not only good but just grateful to you. Know that your words mean more than you can imagine and they can affect people in a good way. Thank you <3 Have lovely 365 days! (or 365/2 days, if you are a Kingdom Hearts fan)

[peachsayshi]

Hi peach! Congratulations on your milestone!! ✨✨ and for the event, this is my request if you accept:

How Nanami would react to seeing you, a former student who had a crush on him before he leaves jujutsu to become a salaryman and now he's back and you've grown.

this is me requesting soooo I cant help but I hope u put on spice :3 hehe ily

// @eru-lloyd

🍑 Peach's Pot Luck Party 🍑

Imagine: How Nanami would react to seeing you, a former student who had a crush on him before he leaves jujutsu to become a salaryman and now he's back and you've grown.

Tags: (please note, reader is 21+), age gap [six years], alcohol, fingering, dry humping, forbidden romance(ish)?, f!oral receiving(ish), praise kink [[minors & ageless blogs DNI]

A/N: Eru, my darling, thank you!! ❤️ I don’t usually write age gaps so I hope this turned out okay! I love writing spicy Nanamin👏 Thank you for sending me this idea to write! It was a fun one!! 😏 I hope you enjoy this! 

“Nanami-sensei...” 

The man smiled against your neck, placing a delicate kiss just below your jaw as his thumb swipes over your clit from underneath your panties. 

“I’m not your sensei anymore,” he breathes, “you shouldn’t be calling me that...” 

The sound of the bed creaked when you rolled your hips against his, your skirt bunched up to your waist as you straddled him with only half your clothes on.

The blonde was still dressed in his uniform suit, his blazer and tie piled on the floor as the fabric of his blue shirt rumpled against your clenched fingers. 

You gasped from his touch, the pad of his finger lightly pressing your clit as his lips traveled to your collarbone.

“You should call me by my name…”

“I can’t…” you whine, your body trembling when he tugged your panties to the side, and allowing yourself to rub over his clothed bulge.

“Why not?” he cheekily whispers under his breath, watching you melt further into him as he leisurely strokes your tender bud.

“It’s…it’s disrespectful,” you insist innocently, snaking your bottom lip between your teeth as your lids grow heavy.

Nanami lifts his head back, resting it comfortably against the frame of the bed as his own eyes narrow their gaze towards your very wet pussy massaging his erection.

“I’ve taught you well, it seems…” he hums, his hand gripping onto your hips as he motions you over his length. “…but you are not my student…and-ugh…there is no place for honor with what I’m about to do with you…”

You purred; the softest, prettiest mewl escaping your lips as you continued grinding against the blonde’s lap.

You had not anticipated the night to end this way.

You were only eighteen when you transferred to Jujutsu Tech, adjusting to life in an unfamiliar city and taking the time to make connections with your peers who eventually grew into your new family. Along the way you experienced new things, learned about your own personal skills while sharing moments of triumph and failure.

You also began developing an unsuspecting crush on your mentor. 

You knew from the first moment that you laid eyes on Nanami Kento that you were in trouble.

You tried so hard to ignore the way your heart raced whenever he stood too close and took the time to focus on speaking slowly in order not to stammer over your words when conversing with him. You hated the way goosebumps rose all over your body whenever he would casually touch you, and grew frustrated anytime he showed you any ounce of care.

For so long you convinced yourself that it was just a little crush which would eventually disappear, but you did not know how to resist him.

Nanami Kento was a man you only ever fantasized about. He was exceptionally handsome, full of experience and above all, a genuinely good person. The longer you spent around him, the more you validated that your infatuation wasn’t superficial.  

You were, without a doubt, completely and utterly in love with him.

You spent exactly eight months by his side until one day he disappeared without any reason. When Gojo-sensei announced that Nanami had quit to find work as a salary man, the news left you heartbroken.

The one person you respected and admired was no longer in your life, and your unrequited love was all that you had to hold onto.

You spent the next three years desperately trying to forget about him. You allowed yourself to move on in life, finding love in the arms of others who never actually fulfilled what you were truly looking for. Eventually you began assisting in teaching new students who arrived at the school. You embarked on your missions and fought battles alongside the sorcerers who once guided you.

You became stronger, smarter and more capable by exceeding the expectations that the others had of you.

You knew for a fact that your former instructor would be proud with how far you’ve come.

What you didn’t expect was for him to return to his old job, nor did you anticipate that you would be working alongside the one man who unknowingly strung your heart.

Participating in missions with your former teacher meant that the two of you were constantly in close proximity to one another, making it exceptionally hard for you to run away from your own feelings.

Tonight was a success with the two of you defeating a special grade curse and to celebrate you returned to your hotel room to share a couple of drinks.

Maybe it was the alcohol that gave you the liquid courage you needed to confess, but you didn’t expect Nanami to gaze at you with heated eyes upon hearing you say:

“I’ve always liked you. I’ve always…thought of you as…more than just my mentor…”

You had no idea that the man had been hanging on by a thread ever since he’s returned to his old life.

From the moment he laid eyes on you, his former student, he had been fighting a forbidden need that waged an internal war inside him.

A part of him felt shameful for looking at you through a different lens. You were not supposed to be the object of his desire. When he had you left you were merely just another one of his students, but now…you were the intangibly beautiful woman that consistently clouded his mind. And the minute you leaned to kiss him on the corner of his lips, Nanami knew that there was no point fighting a losing battle.

A shaky breath escapes him, watching you rub over his bulge and staining his tan pants with your slick as you ran your hands up the back of his head to catch onto the golden strands of his hair.

“Nanami-sensei,” you carry on, feeling his palms move to cup your mounds as he lightly tugs your bra and allowing your breasts to hang free. “You make me feel so good…”

The man grunts from your ministrations, bringing his lips to your chest as he looks up at you from under his lashes.

“Why are you still addressing me with that title…” he growls with mild annoyance, flicking his tongue hungrily over your nipple as he watches it harden. “… when all I want is to hear you say my name…”

You gulped, the weight of his body shifting underneath you as he positions you on your back in one swift motion. Your eyes widen from his agile movement and sheer strength, as you lay spread under the scrutiny of his gaze.

He looks down at you with a smug expression, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he holds your thighs apart.

“I guess I’m just going to have to coax it out of you,” he teases with a shrug, his head dipping down as he draws his lips closer to your sex. You could feel him ghosting over you, sharply inhaling as he presses a gentle kiss on your clit. You sigh as your body relaxes, feeling the warmth of his tongue when he tastes you.

“You were my best student, did you know that?” he rasps, his lips circling over the swollen bud to suck on your clit softly. “So eager to learn, and eager to please…”

“Anything for you,” you blurt, you voice trembling from the sensation of his mouth pleasuring you between your legs.

Nanami hums with approval, tracking his way up as he leaves trails of kisses across your semi-naked body. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, fidgeting impatiently from how much you wanted him inside you.

“Anything, huh?” he murmurs, guiding his lips to your ear before whispering. “You know, there is still so much that I can teach you…”

You whimper as his hand travels back down to your pussy. He starts rubbing small circles over your clit, pressing his knee between your legs for added stimulation. He smiles with approval when you start nudging into him, unable to disguise your obvious desperation.

“Look at you,” he shakes his head in disbelief, “you’ve been soaking all over me. You really need me to fuck you right now, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you cry out in distress, your fingers moving to hold his jaw as you tilt your head up to plant a kiss on his lips.

He lingers into the kiss for a moment before speaking.

“I’m going to train you to take my dick so well, but I’m a patient man and I don’t like rushing into things…” he informs, his other hand circling your neck as he squeezes it lightly.

“You were always so obedient during our training sessions. I wonder how well you still listen to instruction…”

A warmth heated your lower belly as he presses firmly into your bud every time he increases the stimulation on your clit.

“No matter what I do,” he mumbles into your mouth, “You’re not allowed to cum until I’m completely inside you. Think you can manage that?”

“Mhmm-ahh, y-yes…”

“Excellent,” he approves, his eyes taking in the way your shoulders shudder against the mattress. “And remember, the better you perform, the more inclined I am on rewarding you…”

He uses this opportunity to push two of his thick fingers deep in your drenched cunt, while kissing you lovingly before confessing in a low whisper:

“You were always my favorite, sweetheart.” 

You smile into the kiss, your tongue flicking over his own as you gently snag onto his bottom lip.

“Just want to please you, Ken…”

The man could feel himself leak from the tip of his throbbing cock, the sound of his name escaping your lips nearly forcing him to cum at that very second.

“Fuck, if you do that for me then I’ll spend the rest of the night eating out your pretty fucking pussy. How does that sound?”

You nodded your head, your lashes fluttering as you were losing yourself into a blissful trance from how good his fingers felt fucking you, and deliriously muttering “I’m your good girl”, every time he brought you to the brink of your release.

***

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[karasunotebook]

It's the Bokutos! (1/4)

warning: timeskip!haikyuu, cursing, pregnancy, eventual smut (3&4), not proofread, fem-bodied!reader

masterlist • two • three • four

Akaashi sighs. His former high school teammates sit on the opposite side of his living room, waiting for him to speak.

“The Bokutos are coming over,” he states finally.

Komi shouts a “yes!” as Konoha, Sarukui, and Washio celebrate to themselves. You and your husband bokuto always bring the best food and snacks to a party, no one can deny.

The door opens when you arrive.

“What’s up, buttercups! Haha, your captain has arrived.” It’s cute how he still calls himself captain even after high school.

Bokuto makes a drumroll with his hands and lap. “And here comes….” The other boys, minus Akaashi who’s still setting up the table, cue in to the drumroll.

You step into the doorframe, one hand holding up a tin-foiled tray of mystery food, another waving at the guys.

“My beautiful, beautiful wife!”

“Hi, everyone.”

“Hi, [y/n],” they say, staring at the tray in your hand.

Akaashi walks up to take the tray but Bokuto interrupts him with a hug.

“Akaash! When did you grow muscles? Did you steal mines?” Bokuto flexes his arm against Akaashi’s. “Hehe, nope. Still bigger.” Bokuto smirks, making Akaashi roll his eyes playfully.

“Alright, big guy.” Bokuto laughs, walking over to his friends and giving everyone head ruffles.

“Here, lemme handle that, thanks,” Akaashi says, taking the tray from you.

“Thank you. How are you Akaashi?” You ask following him to the kitchen.

“Things are going great. How about you guys?” He asks as he organizes the table as the lovely aroma fills the room. You help him out with the plates and utensils.

“We’ve been doing great as well!”

Akaashi nods, and moves a little closer to say something under his breath. “And the baby?”

You chuckle, nodding. “Really great.” Akaashi looks over to Bokuto and his friends who are in deep conversation, cackling at jokes.

The baby, Akaashi is referring to is the one growing in your belly. The one Bokuto gave to you. You found out in the middle of one night when you decided to take a pregnancy test, since you’ve been trying for one. And honestly, “trying” is kind of a stretch since you guys only had one encounter and Bokuto took a lot of pride in that.

The next morning, you surprised Bokuto with breakfast, writing “baby” using ketchup on top of the omelette rice. He gobbled that shit up so quick that you got mad and eventually had to explain to him. He was confused as to why you were watching him eat instead of joining the meal, but then he burst into tears upon hearing the news, full of happiness. He picked you up in a hug, and twirling around like a giddy child.

On the same day, he had been bouncing all over the place, wanting to tell at least one person. So you let him tell Akaashi, his best bud. You remember as he facetimed his friend, asking him if he was alone so he could tell him the news. Akaashi seemed to have just woken up from a nap, telling us to give him a minute so he could coffee up. It took a while so your impatient husband decided to just text him a baby bottle emoji as a hint. And Akaashi immediately calls upon reading the text, understanding the meaning behind the text.

“What?!?! Are you serious? A baby?! Congratulations, you guys,” he said over facetime, looking much more awake and refreshed.

Now, you and Bokuto are here to tell the news to the others. Along with Akaashi, who knew first.

“I’m surprised Bokuto is not on the edge of his seat and spilling the secret already.” The former setter laughs. “When are you guys planning to tell them?”

“After dessert,” you whisper as you both enter the living room to the wild crowd.

“Good luck with that.”

[sevarix-blogs]

tagged by @lytewryte for this!! thanks :D

if you/your oc/a side character you are very passionate about was a unit/student at the start of the game, what would your/their skills and growths look like? what would be your/their strengths, weaknesses, budding talents, and why? Use your imagination, experiences, ideas (if oc) and headcanons (if side character) as much as you like!! you can also justify as much or as little as you want!

I'll be doing this for my OC Tavish!

Name: Tavish

Crest: Cichol (not inherited, seteth saved his life with it)

Level: 1

Swords: E (Weakness)

Lances: E (Weakness)

Axes: E (Weakness)

Bows: E (Weakness)

Brawling: E (Weakness)

(he is bad at weapons in general LOL)

Reason: A (Strength) Strength in magic runs in his family and he's no exception. Although good at reason, he hates using offensive magic unless he absolutely has to. Although he's known to use fire spells to light candles because it's convenient

Faith: S+ (Strength) he's amazing at healing. it's basically his Thing. His Gift. Again, runs in his family, and he inherited the healing gift. He hates fighting, so he focuses all his skills on healing instead. He likes to help people more than anything else

Authority: D (Neutral) (Budding Talent) - he can be very shy but with some encouragement he could be a good leader.

Heavy Armour: E (Weakness) - he doesn't even like the idea of wearing heavy armor, especially in hot weather

Riding: B (Neutral) he LOVES animals, and is very good with them. he's good at riding them, but not good at fighting on them.

Flying: B (Neutral) same as horses, although he's less experienced with wyverns. he loves pegasi but FE has a weird rule where only female people can ride them.

I'm not gonna do his stats and all that sort of thing LOL that's too much for my brain rn... but!!!

one interesting thing about him if he was actually in the game..... is he can ONLY be an adjutant. This is because he hates fighting, and refuses to fight. But if he's an adjutant, he always heals the unit he's with to full health if they're below 60% health. sometimes (depending on his luck stat) it will give a random buff to the unit as well.

if the unit he's an adjutant for is defeated or dies, he takes their place as a unit on the battlefield, but can only attack in defense. however, his avo is very high and he has a very high magic stat and Reason skill level by default. so he can really do some damage if he gets backed into a corner. it's kind of his last resort

also if he has any weapons in his inventory he cannot equip them at all (he never learned how to use weapons and doesn't want to).

anyway he's weird in many ways but it makes sense given the backstory/personality i've given him hehe

[m3wllo]

give me more copy lore bestie

gigigles  like a day before he decided to fuck off from wammys he ate an entire lemon right in front of roger, as revenge  (big fuckin content/trigger warning for the stuff under the readmore)

hes been homeless four times! once when he was six once after he took off from wammys once when he moved to L.A. and then another final time after the kira case  he works like. idk six jobs (lynx’s detective stuff, jackies “getting into trouble and being taken out by the cia” stuff, aerosol’s journalist job, the crime stuff, and kira stuff)  most frequent hallucinations: the “glowing kitchen orb bitch” (appeared when he was like seven), his parents, knives being stuck in the walls, and lines of code edit: ive decided now that foxes and fire are now common too his main love language is biting <3 its also his go-to attack! (if he hates you/is fighting you he WILL break skin. good luck. if hes biting bc hes annoyed he wont break the skin but there will be a little mark. if its a play fight there wont even be a mark) hes drank bleach and windex before. once seperate, once mixed together (<-vel dared him to do that)  i lied about him never being to the beach >:3 his mom used to take him to the beach whenever his dad was. being his usual self  he smells like lemons, burning flesh and or gunpowder, and like. decay + dust (<-death god stuff). i think theres also a weird apple-y smell there too idk  drinks ONLY black coffee. he hates it but refuses to drink it any other way  def a fan of sprite. likes the taste and carbonation  uheheh stims include: squealing when excited, humming or singing, echolalia, hand flaps or. ok this is very specific bc this is something i do but like. rapidly shaking his fists in front of his chest. also biting himself, others (lol), or the necklace mello got him, and also fox noises (and also singing! hehe)  post kira mess he gets the following tattoos: a strawberry (for beyond), halloween candy bucket thing (for L), a gun (mello), bideo bame controller (matt), and either a rubix cube or a die (near)  FEIRCLY fuckin protective of kids (<-due to guilt. if yk yk)  absolutely HATES knives. very scared of them too (winks)  eats lemons whole (he spits out the seeds, probably has a budding lemon tree somewhere nearby his house) very..very bad grammar when typing casually. has a habit of missing keys and making typos  animal magnet, including animals he should Not be befriending (ex: a wolf)  i like to think someone blew up his house once when he got to L.A. and thats probably the reason he was homeless  fucking LOVES being outside. will sleep outside (without a tent or sleeping bag mind you) whenever possible  gets a most like 6 hours of sleep per 12 days (night terrors/nightmares included) the little bastard has gained the ability to sprout a pair of fox ears and a tail, often happens at random and is definetely a stim (<-you can thank @/fabledgalaxies for that hehe) due to his mom being a kitsune 

[poetrusicperry]

Running Towards Nothing

Chapter Two

chapter one

a/n: i’ve had this finished for a while, but i started college back up again this week and was waiting for a break to post it hehe... i hope you guys like it !! p.s. don’t forget todd is from the american south in this hehe

chapter summary: todd gets “acquainted” with neil, suffers through the first week of classes, and misses his older brother a lot

warnings: a bit of angst ?

word count: 1929

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       Upon arriving into his room, Todd plunked his suitcase down on his bed and flipped the latches open. The other side of the room was presently empty, so he figured Neil hadn’t made his way there yet. It was a bit sad seeing all the parents helping their kids move into their rooms for the year. Todd’s mother and father had left almost directly after the ceremony, leaving Todd to struggle up three flights of stairs while lugging a heavy suitcase. The hallway was bustling; loads of voices, opening and shutting of doors, footsteps, and knocks could be heard through the thin walls of Welton. Todd had shut the door to try to ease some of the disquiet, but it didn’t make much of a difference. As he adjusted the time on his clock to mirror that of his watch, the door opened with slight struggle. He turned toward the direction of the doorway and saw Neil pushing the door open ever so slightly with his hands full of a suitcase and a typewriter. Behind him stood a tall, broad man (who Todd could only assume was his father). He didn’t look like Neil, but there was something in their faces that just made Todd believe they were related. Todd rushed to the door and pulled it open more for Neil, holding the handle apprehensively as the boy and his father walked into the room.

       “Oh, thanks. Father, this is Todd Anderson, my roommate,” Neil set the typewriter gently on his desk and leaned the suitcase on the leg of his bed before wiping his hands on his pants and gesturing to Todd. Neil’s father set down the small duffel bag he was carrying onto Neil’s bed and held his hand out to Todd.

       “I’m Neil’s father, Tom Perry. Pleasure to meet you,” Todd took his hand hesitantly, shaking it slowly.

       “You, too, sir,” his accent slipped toward the end of his sentiment.

       “Where ya from, son?” his eyebrows slightly knit in a non-threatening way.

       “Um… Arizona, sir,” even Todd was surprised at the information, considering it was a big, fat lie. He didn’t even know why he lied, it just came out.

       “Ah, out west. Lovely place, Arizona–”

       “Father,” Neil interrupted, his adolescence giving way to the fact that he felt his father was embarrassing him by being too forward with someone he barely knew.

       “Oh, right, I should probably get going,” he laughed, clapping a hand onto Neil’s shoulder, “Hard work this semester, Son, especially with all those extracurriculars. I want to see those As!” he smiled, earning a grin in return from Neil.

       “Yes, sir,” Neil blushed slightly.

       “And you let me or your mother know if you need anything, anything at all,” he finished, releasing Neil’s shoulder from his grasp.

       Neil nodded, “Yes, Father. Thanks for helping me take my stuff up,”

       “Goodbye, Neil,” his father gave the boy a final nod, then turned to Todd, “Nice to meet you, Todd. Good luck this term,” Todd acknowledged him silently and Neil’s father exited the room, shutting the door behind him. Walking back over to his open suitcase, Todd pulled out a couple shirts and let them drop, still folded, onto the bare mattress; a set of sheets and a comforter were folded up at the head of his bed underneath a pillow.

       “Your parents grabbing the rest of your stuff from the car?” Neil inquired, absentmindedly unzipping his suitcase.

       “Oh… Uh, no, they left after the ceremony,” Todd shrugged, his back turned to Neil. There was a weighted silence for a few seconds; Neil was probably trying to figure out why Todd’s parents would just leave him to his own devices on a day as important as today.

       “So why’d you leave your old school? What brings you to Welton?” Neil wondered aloud. Todd could tell that Neil was facing him, and he felt rude not turning around, but for some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to.

       “Uh, my dad’s job. Relocated,” Todd added onto the Arizona lie, careful to reign in his accent yet again.

       “Cool. What’s Arizona like? I’ve never left the east coast before,” Neil pressed with a faint laugh. God, this kid didn’t shut up, did he?

       “It’s fine. Hot,” Todd shrugged, walking over to his desk and setting his notebooks onto the surface. Neil laughed a little more,

       “You’re not much of a talker, are you, Anderson?”

       “That a bad thing?” Todd shot back, anxiety rattling his bones.

       “No, just commenting,” even though Todd wasn’t facing him, he could hear that Neil was smiling. Todd didn’t respond, just continued to unpack, and before he knew it, he was shoving his empty suitcase underneath his bed.

       Neil had somehow finished unpacking pretty quickly and had left the room to go hang out with his friends (Todd had gotten a glimpse of them when Neil had opened the door. Turns out that it was the group from outside the arcade). As if this couldn’t get any harder for Todd, of course he was rooming with the most popular kid in school; the one with an established, close-knit friend group and a star-studded, intimidating reputation to uphold.

       The first week of classes had crawled by, Todd speaking only when spoken to, and avoiding confrontation at any other chance he got. Mostly, he holed himself up in his and Neil’s room, pouring over books and anything else that could keep him occupied from his thoughts and his roommate. Neil had tried, on more than one occasion, to get Todd to hang out or open up, but it just wasn’t something Todd felt… right doing. There was something about campus that made Todd uneasy; the expectations and assignments, they all made his head hurt. Todd wasn’t stupid by a long shot, he just wasn’t used to the rigor that came along with private school.

       On a particularly windy evening in early September, Todd was taking a phone call from Jeffrey in the dorm hallway. He was conscious that other people wanted, and probably needed, to use the phone, but it was the first time he’d spoken to his brother since Jeff left for school.

       “So how are things over there? Are you liking it?” Jeff’s voice warbled slightly through the phone.

       “I don’t really know, Jeff… it’s lonely here. I don’t like it much,” Todd shrugged even though his brother couldn’t see him.

       “Well why don’t you like it? Classes too hard?”

       “I don’t know,”

       “Yes you do, Todd,” Jeff’s firm tone brought Todd back to reality a bit.

       “I just… I want to go home,”

       “So tell Mom and Dad–”

       “No, I mean… home home,” Todd sighed. Jeff was quiet for a while, “Jeff?”

       “I’m here, bud… I know you want to go home, but I just… we left for good reason. And it’s not your fault. You know that–”

       “It is my fault. Mom and Dad said so,” Todd mumbled, twisting the telephone cord between his fingers. He was talking pretty quietly so none of the other kids waiting could hear him.

      “No, it’s not your fault. It’s just a rough situation, Todd. Please know that I’m on your side, okay? And please don’t give up on this new school… Maybe try to make some friends? Is your roommate nice at least?”

       “Yeah, I guess. He talks a lot. Asks a lot of questions,” Todd sighed again.

       “So talk to him. Roommates can be like a built in friend,”

       “Do you like yours?”

       “Yeah, he’s cool,” Jeff smiled, “You should just give people a chance, Todd. They’re not all bad,”

       “I know,” the silence that followed was comfortable.

       “Well, hey, listen I have to go, but call me if you need anything. Anything at all, you hear me?” Jeff cleared his throat.

       “You sound tired, Jeff,” Todd commented

       “So do you, pal,” his smirk was audible through the phone.

       “Get some sleep, okay?” Todd blinked hard.

       “You, too. I’ll talk to you later, alright?”

       “Okay… bye,” Todd was about to hang the receiver up.

       “Todd–”

       “Yeah?

       “I miss you, man,”  Todd paused at his brother’s sentiment.  

       “M-miss you, too,” Todd said quietly.

       “Okay, bye,”

       “Night,” Todd said, placing the receiver back onto the cradle. He got up and trudged back to his room, trying to ignore the dirty looks being thrown his way for using the phone for longer than ten minutes.

       In the dark of the room, Todd laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling unblinking. He stared so hard he began to see little specks of white invading his vision. Stars, Todd thought to himself. Just as he began to drift to a more peaceful place, the door shot open, the light flicking on.

       “Oh, shit,” Neil said, turning the lights back off, “Sorry, Todd… Are you awake?”

       “Am now,” he mumbled, turning onto his side and away from Neil.

       “Sorry…”

       “S’okay,” Todd shrugged, pulling his covers up. There was some shuffling, and Todd closed his eyes, hearing Jeff’s words shift around in his head, “You should just give people a chance, Todd.”

        He turned over suddenly to ask Neil a question, but stopped mid-inhalation when he saw a ¾-naked Neil standing in front of his dresser, changing into his pajamas.

       “Oh... Fuck,” Todd averted his eyes back to the ceiling. Neil looked over at him, seemingly unfazed. Todd’s heart began to beat faster and he gripped his sheets under the covers.

       “You okay?” Neil asked, pulling on a pair of plaid flannel pajama pants.

       “Yeah, fine,” Todd cleared his throat and rubbed his chest with his other hand slowly in an attempt to calm his breathing. Todd shook his head to himself, willing away the impure thoughts circulating his brain, “Uh, where do you always go at night?” he asked.

       “Out with friends,” Neil smiled, throwing a plain white t-shirt over his head. 

       “But I thought we’re not allowed to leave campus,” Todd finally looked back at him.

       “Exactly,” Neil smirked, pushing his glasses up with his middle finger.

        “Oh,” Todd looked away again. Why was this kid so attractive? And mysterious, “Okay,” he pulled his covers up and tried his best to repress the funny feeling in his stomach. Neil didn’t say anything back just yet, he simply shut his bedside lamp off and clambered into bed.

       “How come you don’t talk to anyone?” Neil asked when they’d been laying in silence for a while.

       “I dunno,” Todd answered, his voice drowned in exhaustion.

       “Well… you’re pretty much the out-of-state enigma,” Neil laughed at his quick-witted comment, “I’m surprised Nolan hasn’t plastered your face all over the school fliers yet,”

       “I don’t have much to say, and even if I did, it wouldn’t matter anyway,” Todd shrugged, letting his heavy eyes get the best of him. If he bound himself tightly enough under the confines of silence, he didn’t have to know anyone or make the same mistakes he made back in Alabama. When Neil didn’t respond, Todd sighed, “Night,” he said, putting the conversation to bed without dinner.

      “Oh… okay. Goodnight, Todd,” Neil said quietly.

       The breeze outside was the only sound Todd focused on in a desperate attempt to ignore the deep, even breathing of a fast asleep Neil. Todd’s head began to swim in the unfortunate instances of the past few months. How could he have been so stupid? Before he knew it, he was out of bed and pacing the grounds outside, ultimately finding himself sitting on a bench in tears, and wishing he was curled up in his bedroom in Alabama.

tagging some people again: @queertoddanderson @babytoddanderson @cupiiid @justarandompjofan@charliedaltonofficial @pretentious-strikes @caffeineconstellations @wellredacademic @aedan-mills

and as always, thank you to @noelliza for being my peer editor <3(:

[ushibug]

Hazed | Suna Rintaro |

Warnings: mention of drugs, underage smoking. MARIJUANA

Summary: smoke session with the Miya twins, and the boy who has a crush on you.

❗️PSA: I am writing this high as fuck hehe I kinda wanted blunt nervous suna, one where he isn’t confident with you. THIS IS ABSOLUTE RUBBISH IDEK no plot?? LITERALLY not even a conclusion NO SPELL CHECK

“Are ya’ dumb?? You don’t hold it like that” You said to the bleached hair boy, kicking his leg as he held the blunt like he was in a 2014 Tumblr post. Suna snickered at the scene, fingers itching at random from the haze. Osamu lazily glared at his brother for holding up the blunt they were both sharing, he knew he should’ve gone first. “Hey! I’m trying? Okay?” Atsumu whined, pouting his lip as he glanced at his brother's glare.

Atsumu and Osamu decided to hang out with you two, curious about the effect of marijuana, which you and Suna were far educated on for your ages - ages of growing up together. And like good potheads, you agreed to be their free hook up for their first times. Leading you to the events that currently portray at a random park near 1:00 am.

“Do you think they’ll be okay?” Suna mumbled as he leaned forward to get a better glance at Atsamu lighting the bud through hooded eyes. “I think so if they’re ch-” Atsumu interrupts with a dry gagging cough. Making you laugh while Osamu smirked at his brother. “It’s normal.” Suna bluntly assured, crouching to the ground to play with the grass, twirling it between calossed finger tips.

By the time the blunt was finished between the four of you, you were all sitting comfortably on the grass, twitching or swaying. Snickering at random or voicing thoughts, never having a negative moment underneath the clouds and half a moon. Your head leaned against Suna's shoulder in a clouded haze while you all listened on about Osamu’s craving for gas station onigiri. Rintaro, like naturally, reached his arm back to support your shoulders, fingers somehow finding their way to play with the end of your hair. Atsumu eyes were caught, narrowing them at Suna's puffy eyes who easily sensed the gaze, stopping the twirling. Atsumu was the first to break it by looking down at your dizzy state against Rin’s shoulder then looking right back at his eyes, whose glare was set deeper, more fierce as Atsumu wires began to connect. Oh - OHHHH!.

Suna rolled his eyes, reaching carefully with his other had to get some mint gum from the pocket of his hoodie, passing the package to you who smiled up at him as thanks. His eyes watched carefully at how delicately you put the piece of gum in your mouth, an odd adoration for that scene, he blamed it on the teenage state of mind. You then tossed it to the twins who uncharacteristically showed unathletic skills by fumbling with the gum pack in the age, letting it drop to the dirt. “Nice one.” You laughed, leaning deeper into Suna's arm. He never minded, always doing this, feeling so comfortable in moments where it was just the two smoking that it became natural in most settings.

“It’s getting late, we should get going.” Osamu yawned as the numbers 3:57 am shine back at him from his phone. Atsumu hummed in agreement with a smile like a child. All of you decided to simultaneously get up groggily to part ways. You hugged the twins softly, going from Atsumu to Osamu. And while you gently wrapped your hands around Osamu, voicing your hopes on if you had made it fun for their first time, Atsamu smirked at Suna, singing a soft chide of “Good luck~” and a snicker.

Suna huffed at Atsumu, narrowing his eyes before turning around to rather face you. Atsumu shrugged walking off to make his brother follow with a protest of “slow down!”.

“We should do that again, maybe we get those Karasuno boys too.” Voiced, watching your fit extensively to make sure you didn’t step on a crack. Suna hummed as a response, watching from the light behind in entertainment and adoration at your state.

You stopped suddenly, making Suna fumble in his steps “ Can we stop of 7/11?” You turned, exaggerating by putting an “I’m begging you, please” face. Suna stuck his tongue out before wording “move faster then.” As he’d ever say no to you.

Yup, cool headed Suna Rintaro has a crush.

[hotpinkhoshi]

long hot summer (m) | jinyoung

as part of the pleasure chest: a got7 cringe collaboration

pairing: jinyoung x f reader genre: smut warnings: terrible innuendos, second hand embarrassment, explicit sex, light choking word count: 4.8k

summary: it’s been a long, hot summer, and you’ve got your eye on jinyoung, the sexy gardener your dad hired back in june - and when you’re left alone with the house to yourself for a whole week, you devise a plan to finally get what you want. when daddy’s away, his darling daughter will play…

a/n: hehe hi guys! this was super fun to write, even though i played myself by waiting until the very last minute to write it. for that reason, it is mostly unedited so cut me some slack if you see any weird typos hahaha. anyway, thank you to the other writers in the collab for such a fun experience! i’m so glad i got to be a part of this! enjoy!

You awoke on Thursday morning with the same excitement that you’d had on Christmas morning when you were ten.

Today’s the day!

For weeks, you’d schemed and planned, researched and daydreamed. And now it was time to put all of your preparation to good use and get yourself the one thing you’d been wanting for the last two months.

Today, you were going to seduce your gardener.

Well, your father’s gardener, to be specific. You’d had your eye on him since the first day he pulled up in that forest green, beat up pickup truck with the giant lawnmower in the bed.

He was young, maybe a year or two older than you, but you weren’t sure. Your dad told you his name was Jinyoung and he’d started his own business after graduating high school, mostly just maintaining the massive yards of the upper middle class citizens of your neighborhood.

That was all fine and dandy, but most importantly, Jinyoung was hot.

He always wore the same thing—a plain white t-shirt tucked into a pair of jeans, and you didn’t even care that they were light wash and could use a tailor’s touch. The way he rolled the sleeves up to his shoulders, showing off the corded muscles from years of manual labor, made you forget all about his hideous jeans.

Every Thursday, Jinyoung rolled up in his truck and took care of your dad’s lawn while you stood in the kitchen staring out the window like a peeping Tom. You were completely aware that you were objectifying him, but it had been quite a while since anyone had watered your buds, and you had become shameless.

But this week, this week you’d decided to make a move.

Your dad was away on business for five days, leaving you with the house completely to yourself. You had put your time to good use, clicking away and devising a plan to get into Jinyoung’s pants.

Your research began on Monday when your best friend, Jongin, had come over. You had a strange relationship, but that was to be expected when you had known him since diapers. He also happened to have taken your virginity, but it wasn’t as awkward as one would think.

“Guys like it when a girl takes charge,” Jongin told you, reaching for a slice of pizza off the coffee table. You laid on the floor, staring up at the ceiling while taking mental notes of everything he told you.

“Take charge how?”

“I don’t know, like, make the first move. Just get on top of him and…” Jongin gestured vaguely with his hands, squeezing the air.

“And what? Grab his boobs?” You pursed your lips together, tossing a spare chunk of crust at him.

“If that’s what he’s into,” Jongin defended with a playful smirk on his lips. “Look, I’m just saying, it’s hot when you know a girl is into you and you don’t have to guess.”

Chewing your lip, you stored the information away for later. “What should I wear? Like, should I just walk outside in my bikini?”

Jongin snorted. “You could, yeah. Some guys are simple like that.”

“Hmm…” you propped yourself up on your elbows. “He doesn’t seem simple. He’s like, mysterious and quiet.”

“Doesn’t matter, I bet he’ll still stare at your ass while you walk away.”

You smirked. Luckily, you had stayed committed to your squats this summer.

“Okay, so I make a move. Then what?”

Jongin looked at you like you had two heads. “What do you mean, then what? Then you guys do the deed.”

Sighing dramatically, you flopped back onto the floor. You wanted more than that—you wanted him to end the day thinking about how sexy you were, how it had been his hottest experience ever. You wanted him to tell his friends about it at parties.

The next night, you continued your quest for knowledge with some visual aids. You got yourself all comfy and tucked in bed, laptop resting on your lap while you scrolled through Pornhub.

Jongin was right—it was hot when the girls took charge. Sure, there was something to be said for the submissive, meek girl that dropped to her knees on command, but you wanted control.

As you got deeper into the black hole of XXX websites, you found yourself becoming more and more nervous. You didn’t look like the girls in these videos, with their perfectly trimmed pubic hair and their toned physiques. Your boobs were less than half the size of some of these women.

You also didn’t find yourself naturally sexy, comfortable approaching a man and throwing yourself at him. But you wanted Jinyoung, and all of that trumped any kind of insecurity you could feel. Soon, you’d be back at college and you couldn’t live with yourself if you let the opportunity pass you by.

Cut to now—standing in the kitchen in your teeny tiny workout shorts and an equally revealing tank top, your yoga mat rolled up and tucked under your arm. You saw Jinyoung outside, kneeling in front of one of the flower beds and giving you the perfect view of his side profile.

When you were just about to slide open the glass door and put your plan into action, your phone vibrated on the kitchen table. You jumped and went to answer it promptly after you saw who was calling.

“Hi Daddy,” you said, setting your yoga mat on the floor.

“Hi love, how’s it going?”

“Good,” you answered, eyes still locked on the back yard. Jinyoung sat back on his heels, bringing his forearm up to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. God, he was the finest man you’d ever seen.

“Hey, I forgot to tell you, make sure you give Jinyoung the check I left on the counter for the week. And be nice to him, it’s hot outside today—invite him in for a glass of water or something.”

Your lips curled into a devious smile. “I’ll be nice to him. Don’t worry.”

“That’s my girl.”

Your dad talked your ear off for a bit longer, telling you all about his flight and something about conference calls, blah blah. All the while, you were entirely focused on something else.

Jinyoung had lifted the front of his shirt up to his face, wiping his sweat once more and revealing his washboard abs. It was only a few seconds, but you felt yourself come close to flatlining right there in the kitchen.

Your phone beeped against your ear, the alert tone signaling that you had a missed call. You glanced at the screen to find Jongin’s name on the notification.

“I have to go, Jongie called,” you told him.

“Oh alright, tell him I said hello. And be good,” your dad said.

“I will. Bye, Daddy.” You took the phone from your ear, returning Jongin’s call with a few taps.

“Hey ugly, how’s it going?”

“I’m going to fuck his brains out,” you answered simply.

Jongin choked on the other end. “Like, right now?”

“No,” you answered, going over to the fridge to pull open the door. “But I’m about to go out and start seducing him. He’s here and he’s so hot. I’m gonna go out, do some yoga, and see if he needs help… with his hose.”

Your best friend snorted. “Don’t say that.”

You grabbed two water bottles, both ice cold, and tucked them between your arm and your chest. “I want him to know that I want him.”

“Okay, well, if a girl referred to my dick as a hose I’m pretty sure it would shrivel up. Just go flash your tits and call it a day.”

Sighing, you shook your head even though he couldn’t see you, letting the fridge door shut behind you as you turned away. “No, that’s not sexy. Don’t worry, I’ve got this. I’ve been watching porn for two days straight.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ. Fine, just… look, just one little word of advice. Don’t make that face you made with me, the one when you came.”

You stopped in your tracks on your way back over to the door. “What face?”

Jongin cleared his throat. Your first time had been a long time ago just before graduation after a bottle of tequila and your confession that you didn’t want to go to college a virgin. He’d taken one for the team, giving you exactly six minutes of pleasure before finishing on your bedspread.

You hadn’t come, then, you’d simply faked it for his benefit. But still, you hadn’t realized anything you’d done had been unattractive. What if you did make a weird face when you came?

“You know what, nevermind. I don’t want to know. Goodbye, asshole.”

“Good luck, slut.”

With a sigh, you hung up and placed your phone back on the table. When you glanced outside, Jinyoung had moved further down the flower bed, giving you a nice view of his broad back, his shoulder muscles moving under his shirt with every move he made.

Be sexy. Don’t be weird.

You grabbed your mat by its strap and pushed open the glass door, walking out onto the concrete of your back patio and onto the grass. Your yard wasn’t as big as some of your neighbors’, but there was still a good amount of distance between you and Jinyoung. It wasn’t too awkward for you to lay your mat down across the freshly mowed grass, in direct sunlight.

When Jinyoung glanced back at you, you felt your heart jump in your chest, warm from the sun and his gaze. Fuck. Words, what were words?!

“Need some water?” you asked, holding one of the full bottles out in his direction. “You’re hot. I mean, it’s hot.” You gulped and prayed he hadn’t noticed the slip of your tongue.

Jinyoung stood from his knees, utterly silent, as he seemed to look you up and down. It was hard to tell with the sun in your eyes, but it almost looked like he had been checking you out.

He was quiet, still, even as he began walking towards you. As he got closer, you were desperately trying to keep your drool inside of your mouth. He reached out to grab the water bottle from you, surprising you with a dimpled half smile.

“Thanks.”

And then he walked away.

Fine, then you’d have to resort to plan B.

— x —

Plan B was a bust.

You’d laid out there for half an hour, sprawled out on your yoga mat as you contorted your body into several positions and stretches that had you aching in the worst of ways. Every time you looked at Jinyoung, he was focused on his job, pulling weeds or planting soil or whatever it was that he got paid to do.

With an exasperated sigh, you slammed the glass door shut behind you once you were back in the kitchen. Stupid boys. No, he wasn’t a boy. He was a man, and maybe that was the problem.

Grabbing your phone, you opened Jongin’s text thread.

You [12:07pm]: UGH. fuck this. Jongin [12:08pm]: no dick yet? You [12:08pm]: no. i basically turned myself into a pretzel and he couldn’t have cared less. my rose petals were in plain sight and he didn’t even look once Jongin [12:10pm]: LOL show him ur boobs

You groaned and furrowed your brows, fully prepared to explain to Jongin that you didn’t think anything would work at this point, when you heard the glass kitchen door slide open.

Jinyoung walked through, sweat dripping deliciously down his temples and down the vein lining his neck. “Hey, just need to wash my hands. I’ll just be a minute.”

Then he was so close to you, you could smell his cologne, mixed with the earthy scent of the garden he’d just had his hands buried into. He stared down at you, licking his lips while his gaze bored into you like he wanted something. No, needed something.

Maybe the tables had turned.

“Can you move?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

Jinyoung tipped his chin. “I need to wash my hands.”

You hadn’t realized it, but in your angry pacing while texting Jongin, you’d ended up standing right in front of the kitchen sink.

“Oh,” you breathed, and still didn’t move for another moment until annoyance flashed in Jinyoung’s eyes. You side stepped and watched as Jinyoung took your place, reaching to pump some soap onto his hands.

“So…” you started. All you needed to do was strike up a conversation, and it would be easy from there. “Do you need any help?”

Jinyoung glanced at you. “...Washing my hands?”

“No, like…” You used your shoulder to nudge towards the back yard. “Out there. I could help you, um, empty your hose.”

Oh, god. Jongin was right. It wasn’t sexy at all.

“I mean,” you tried again. “I could lend you a hand. If you know what I mean.”

If Jinyoung knew what you meant, he didn’t show any interest. He just shrugged and focused on scrubbing the dirt from his fingernails. You gulped at the way the veins on the back of his hands flexed. You wanted those hands on you, ASAP.

“Jinyoung,” you said, scooting an inch closer as you leaned back against the counter. “What I’m trying to say is…”

“I’ll stop you there,” he said, turning off the faucet. “I know where this is going. You’ve been staring at me all summer, and I know you’ve been trying to get my attention all afternoon.”

You blinked in surprise. Had you been that obvious? Well, of course you had. That was the goal, anyway. Jongin had told you it was sexy when a girl was obvious…

“I’m just trying to do my job,” Jinyoung said, reaching for a kitchen towel to wipe his hands. “Not looking to get murdered by your dad for defiling his perfectly innocent daughter.”

It took you a minute for his words to sink in, for you to realize that he hadn’t said he wasn’t interested. He wanted to defile you.

Just as Jinyoung went to leave, you grabbed his wrist. “Wait.”

Jinyoung sighed, turning back to you with dark eyes. “Let it go. Don’t test my patience.”

Something about the look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine, images flashing through your mind of other ways that he could look at you, how you could get him to do more to you.

“Don’t you want to…” you bit your lip, emulating those girls you’d seen in videos, trailing your fingertips up his chest. “Touch me? I’ve prettied my flower up, just for you…”

Jinyoung gave you a look somewhere between uncomfortable and turned on. His hand came up to wrap around your wrist, his thumb pressed to your pulse point. “I said let it go.”

Warmth spread your entire body as Jinyoung gazed down at you, his callused fingers gripping tightly onto your wrist, stopping your fingers on their path up his chest. Something told you he wanted you, maybe just as bad as you wanted him, and it had quickly turned from a fantasy into a reality.

“Make me,” you told him.

When he didn’t respond, just swallowed hard and tensed his jaw, you reached with your free hand for his tool belt. You hooked your finger into the loop of the belt, pulling his body closer to you.

“Touch me, Jinyoung.”

“Don’t,” he growled, the sound shooting straight to your core.

“I’ll be a good girl. My dad never has to know,” you tried once more, looking up at him through your lashes. His breathing had gotten heavier and his eyes narrowed as they locked on yours. It felt like a bomb was about to go off, just tick-ticking away until he exploded.

“You have three seconds.”

Three.

You closed the gap between your bodies, sliding your hand from Jinyoung’s belt to find his free hand.

Two.

Wrapping your fingers around his hand, you led it to rest on your lower back.

One.

His hand, entirely on its own, slid from your lower back down along the curve of your backside to grip your ass. You swallowed, running your tongue across your lips. You felt like a woman starved and Jinyoung was your only source of a meal.

Finally, Jinyoung let go of your wrist and instead gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling you close until he could slam his lips upon yours. You whimpered at the rough contact, but your whimper quickly turned to a moan as soon as he brought your bodies together.

It was a blur after that.

You found the clasp to Jinyoung’s belt and quickly unbuckled it, letting it fall to the ground. You ignored the sound of the tools clanking against your kitchen floor, making a mental note that you’d have to sweep the dirt off the tiles before your dad got home.

Jinyoung made no move to take your clothes off--it seemed he was more than satisfied with kissing you and squeezing your ass. But you wanted more, you had been thirsting after him for so long, you wanted to cut to the chase.

What would those girls have done? They would take charge.

So you pulled back from the kiss and grabbed Jinyoung’s forearm, leading him without a word out of the kitchen and into the living room. The cleaning lady had already been here earlier, so you didn’t have to worry about Jinyoung catching sight of your half eaten bag of pretzels or the many issues of Cosmo you’d flipped through in these last few days.

You shoved him down to sit on the chair and knelt between his legs, shoving them apart so that you could occupy the space instead. Your fingers practically tore open the button and zipper of his jeans and you reached into his underwear, freeing his erection.

“Whoa, whoa, slow do-” Jinyoung started, but the words died on his tongue as soon as you got your mouth on him.

You bobbed your head, relishing in the feeling of his cock filling your mouth, the tip easily reaching the back of your throat each time you went down. You gagged and coughed, knowing how much guys loved that. You’d been told once, by Jongin of course, that all you needed to do to give a good blowjob was to be sloppy and enthusiastic.

“Mm,” you mumbled as your lips wrapped around the head, opening your eyes to stare up at Jinyoung. He was breathing hard, hands gripping the leather arm rests. You pulled off of him, replacing your mouth with your hand as you jerked him off. “You like that? You like… my mouth around your dick?”

Jinyoung groaned but reached for your hand, halting your efforts. He slid his other hand into your hair, pulling you away from his cock and making you look at him.

“Slow down, slow down.” He guided you with his own hand, creating a slow pace with your fingers wrapped around his length, his eyes still locked onto yours. “Fuck. Yeah, like that.”

“I wanna…” you thought for a moment, trying to recall all the dirty things you’d heard in all those videos. “Wanna fuck your cock. Want you to fuck me. Right here, just let you, uh, make me scream.”

You found yourself stuttering through it, not sure if you sounded so awkward because you’d never talked dirty in your life, or because you were just that turned on.

Jinyoung’s brows furrowed as he stared down at you, his expression getting less aroused and more confused as you continued to tell him all the things you wanted him to do to you.

“Hold on,” Jinyoung said, hand halting your movements once more. “I’m sorry, but what’s with the dirty talk? You sound like you stepped out of a sex hotline commercial.”

“Um,” you replied and felt your cheeks flush as you looked away, pursing your lips together. “I thought you’d like that. Guys like it when a girl takes charge, right?”

“Sure,” he answered. “But we aren’t in a porno. And something tells me you’ve seen a few too many of those.”

He had caught you red handed. Oh, maybe that was a poor choice of words when you currently had both hands gripped around his cock, steadily jerking him off.

“I-” You swallowed, lifting your eyes up to lock back onto Jinyoung’s. “Maybe I watched a few… to prepare for this.”

Then Jinyoung smiled. You stared up at him, confused, before he started to laugh. Not the best reaction you wanted while you were on your knees in front of a man, but this day was ending up a lot more uncomfortable than you had imagined.

“I see what happened here. Stand up,” he told you, and you obeyed, dropping your hands off of him down to rest at your sides. He pulled you down onto his lap as you rested your thighs on either side of his hips, his hands immediately sliding up the back of your shirt.

“I’m not going anywhere. There’s no reason we can’t take it slow, enjoy it. And trust me,” he said, his fingers gripping your sides as his thumbs grazed your rib cage. “I want to enjoy this.”

Jinyoung lifted your shirt above your head and tossed it to the side, revealing the baby blue sports bra that offered no support whatsoever, and you’d been grateful to finally have an excuse to wear it.

“Wait, watch this,” you told him, leaning back with an excited smile. You reached with one hand to the center of your chest, taking hold of the zipper that went straight down the middle of the bra. You pulled it down, freeing your breasts from the bra. “Surprise.”

Once again, Jinyoung laughed at you, but this time he had this fond look in his eyes that gave you a different type of goosebumps. He had a cute laugh, and an even cuter smile--you liked the little whiskers that formed next to his eyes.

You didn’t have much time to think about that before Jinyoung was leaning forward, trailing kisses across your chest, lips making a pathway to one breast. You moaned as soon as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, arching your back towards him.

Your hands slid into his hair, needing something to hold onto while he flicked his tongue back and forth. He pinched and squeezed the neglected nipple between his index finger and his thumb, earning a squeak out of you at his ministrations.

Out of all the guys you’d been with, you had never had one pay this much attention to you right off the bat. They’d all been immature college boys, ones that didn’t bother taking your bra off before fucking you. You’d only ever reached an orgasm during sex once or twice, and you’d only been half as turned on as you were now.

You moaned his name, grinding your hips down against his lap. You felt his hardened length pressing against your thigh, and all you wanted was to feel him inside of you. You were soaking through your underwear with arousal, core clenching around nothing in desperation.

He pulled away from your chest, kissing a line up to your collarbone and along your neck, nipping your jawline before he was kissing you again. You couldn’t get enough of him, wanting to feel and touch every inch of his body.

The fantasy idea you’d had in your mind was nothing compared to this. Jinyoung was an incredible kisser, his lips perfectly plump and surprisingly skilled. He was intense, licking into your mouth and nipping at your tongue, but you loved it. You wouldn’t have minded if he swallowed you whole, at this point.

For a few minutes, you just kissed, your hands roaming each other’s bodies. Jinyoung showed his appreciation for every curve of your body, no matter how different they were from the women you’d been imitating all afternoon. He seemed to like you just as you were.

You pulled away, briefly, to yank his shirt over his head and tossed it behind you. Your eyes widened as they traveled over his skin, mouth watering with desire. He was absolutely perfect.

“Stand up,” Jinyoung told you, hands gripping your hips. He slid his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, waiting until you stood up to slide them down your legs along with your underwear.

“Condom?” you asked, trying to ignore just how bare you felt under his gaze.

Jinyoung’s eyes snapped from your body up to your face, an expression full of regret. “Shit. I don’t have one. Do you-”

You’d already scurried off, hurrying over to the closet where you kept your jackets, purses, and extra shoes. After some shuffling around and shoving your hands into the pockets of all the jackets, you finally found the small foil square you’d been praying for.

“Yes!” you squealed with happiness, practically running back over to where Jinyoung was waiting for you. You held up the condom as you climbed back on top of him. “I was a girl scout, you know. Always be prepared.”

Jinyoung shook his head with a chuckle as he took the condom from you, ripping it open. You watched as he slid the condom over his length, licking your lips. It was happening, really happening.

“You wet enough for me?” he asked, licking his thumb before he slid it down between your legs, circling your clit. You gasped, hips bucking towards him for more.

“Please,” you whimpered, placing your hands on his shoulders for balance. “I need you.”

With an easy movement, Jinyoung took his hand from your clit and gripped your hips, lifting you up to hover over his length. You reached down, lining the tip up with your entrance. You let out one long sigh as you lowered yourself down, feeling him fill you up completely.

“Fuck,” Jinyoung ground out and tipped his head back against the chair. “Good girl.”

You kept your eyes on him as you began moving your hips, tiny gasps and moans filling the room each time you came down on him again. You quickened your pace bit by bit, reaching for one of Jinyoung’s hands and guiding it to your throat.

You were no longer trying to replicate any videos you’d seen or follow any advice from your idiotic best friend, you simply wanted Jinyoung and were completely acting upon your own desires.

Jinyoung opened his eyes, previously closed in bliss, and stared up at you. He licked his lips and clenched his teeth, adjusting his hand to wrap around your neck. He kept a gentle grip as you bounced on top of him, the volume of your moans reaching higher and higher.

“Oh, oh,” you cried out, breathless, as Jinyoung squeezed your throat. “Don’t stop.”

Your pace began to slow out of pure fatigue, but Jinyoung didn’t miss a beat. He planted his feet on the floor and thrusted into you, the tip of his cock hitting even deeper inside of you than he had before.

Now, you were practically screaming as Jinyoung fucked you, your entire body bouncing and jolting up and down from the sheer power behind his thrusts. All you could do was hold onto his forearm as he pounded into you.

It didn’t take much longer for the heat to build inside of you, the intense pleasure bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You felt hot all over, as if flames were licking at your whole body the closer you got to your peak.

“That’s it,” he told you, his other hand sliding to your ass to grip the flesh as he drove into you as if determined to completely unravel you. “Come for me. Let go.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, your entire body tensing. You were completely helpless to him, loving the way his skin slapped yours each time he thrusted inside of you. With one final cry, your body began to jerk as waves of hot pleasure washed over you in an unending hurricane.

Vaguely, you registered the sound of Jinyoung groaning through his teeth, his fingers tightening around your neck for a few short seconds before he emptied inside the condom. He thrusted inside of you a few more times, panting from underneath of you.

You finally opened your eyes after you’d come down from your orgasm, finding Jinyoung looking equally exhausted after his own climax. You sighed as he dropped his hand from your neck and you took a gulp of air.

“Holy honeysuckle,” you said, body falling forward to rest against him.

A few quiet moments later, Jinyoung was stroking his hands up and down your back, a surprisingly tender action for someone that had just fucked all your brain cells out. He was so warm, and it felt so natural to have his arms wrapped around you like this.

You lifted your head from his chest and stared down at him, searching for the words to say to break the silence.

“Well,” you started, lifting one side of your mouth into a smile. “Your hose is empty.”

Jinyoung grimaced and groaned, playfully nudging you away from him. “Aaaand now you’ve ruined it.”

[reidsnose]

hiya I just wanted to say I adore your blog so much and I love all your fics and asjdkhajksfhk (they're so cute and well written and ahhh I stan).

I was just wondering where you get your inspo for your pics from (asking as advice from a budding writer hehe) and how did you manage to gain a lot of engagements with your posts ?

good luck writing and I can't wait for your future pics <3

hello !! youre the sweetest oh my goodness :) thank u so much you have no idea how much that means to me <3

first off im so excited to hear that u wanna start writing bc omg its so fun {and i hope u know i will support all of your fics} :) as for me, i think i just daydream A LOT so thru that i kinda find inspiration for my fics !! im also very observant and i usually notice super tiny things that i think make up the bigger picture in life and those small details usually weave their way into my fics hehe

as for engagement im not really sure tbh i feel like i got lucky but i just added tags to all of my fics and i interacted with other accounts !! you end up having mutuals (who are literally some of the best people youll ever talk to) and even if u dont get a big following its just rewarding to make friends with the same interests

good luck to you as well angel i wish u all the best and in always here if u have any more questions/ just need to talk w someone :)

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Sole loves Halloween and super looked forward to taking Shaun trick or treating when he was older, and they still want to take him even though it's post war. How would the companions (romanced) support Sole and Shaun?

(I had so much fun writing this! Thank you!! 🎃)

Cait:

“Alright little fella..uh, let’s do this.”

Cait had never gotten the chance to experience the quintessential Halloween as a child. Her parents certainly never dressed her up or brought her out for trick r’ treating..you know. So hearing you want to take Shaun out made her fall impossibly more in love with you, you were everything she ever wanted and then some. That being said, she still is pretty clueless- just going with the flow.

Curie:

“Awww, you look absolutely adorab- I mean, you look so spooky my little darling!”

If she could, she’d be the kind to take a million completely unnecessary pictures of Shaun and his costume- she was practically floating on air with happiness. She knew that “normalcy” was hard to come by for you, so she’d do everything she can to make celebrating perfect for you and your little one. Well, come to think of it, he was her little one as well. But that won’t stop her from making sure he doesn’t eat too much candy; she can’t have her little Shaunie getting a stomach ache.

Danse:

“Promise you won’t overdo it on the candy? Good, then by all means let’s get some candy, son.”

He’s a little rusty with this whole celebrating thing, the only memories he had being when he was very small in Rivet City and some kind soul taking pity and throwing some sweets his way. With that being said, he’s determined to make this the best damn Halloween he can for his child- seriously discussing with you just what was expected out of him. Also..you can count on him being #1 candy inspector.

Deacon:

“Ha, you’re in luck. I just so happen to be a master of disguise, come see and I’ll have you fixed up.”

As one could assume, Deacon was able to fabricate one of the best costumes you could ever dream of. Both him and Shaun were so excited, it made your heart melt. After the three of you went trick r’ treating, Deacon would suggest taking Shaun back to HQ so he could parade his little “mini me” around for everyone to fawn over.

Gage:

“Taking it would probably just be easier kid..but alright, but ya better split the spoils with me.”

He didn’t really get why Shaun wouldn’t just go and steal the candy when people weren’t looking. He even decided a plan for Shaun to steal from the other children while he stole from the adults..but, alas, his plans were foiled by you. Either way, he’d still go with Shaun to each and every door- shooting a glare to whomsoever didn’t give his boy an extra handful of candy. Afterwards, he’d take Shaun back out when you weren’t paying attention and throw eggs at the houses that didn’t give good candy.

Hancock:

“Dontcha fret bud, I can personally guarantee you that you’ll get all the candy your heart desires.”

Look, Goodneighbor wasn’t exactly a child friendly area but Hancock sure as hell would make sure that everyone got their shit together for this night. He’d even supply all the candy to each house, paying off any of his lovely citizens that might’ve not been willing at first...and then outright threading to shoot them if they still think it’s too “immature” or that he’s “getting soft.” Regardless, Shaun and you will be none the wiser and you’ll enjoy the festivities like a normal family.

Macready:

“Okay..uh, that one is Duncan...wait no, that’s definitely Shaun. Darn, maybe matching masks wasn’t a good idea.”

Luckily he wasn’t a stranger to dressing up an overly enthusiastic child for the night of Halloween. However..he was completely clueless when it came to doing it with two of them. For some reason you both thought it would be cute to dress the boys up in matching costumes..but the illusion of “cuteness” quickly ended when they both started to pull pranks on you and Mac, claiming to be the other one.

It was an eventful night to say the least.

Maxson:

“Are you sure he’s going to be safe? Oh, hey Shaun, you uh..that costume is superb. Have fun but please, stay close to me and mama/dad.”

He was so very anxious about letting Shaun leave the protection of the Prydwen. So much so that he deemed it necessary to have himself, you and a well trusted knight to follow Shaun around as he went door to door for treats. On one hand Maxson still remembered how much it sucked not being able to celebrate as a child, but on the other..he would die if something happened to his son. With that being said, as soon as Shaun is satisfied with his haul and is ready to go back home to the airship, Maxson will pull out a copy of an “ancient” book with all sorts of Halloween themed ghouls and creatures described within. Probably wasn’t the best idea, but Shaun seemed to like it.

Nick:

“Don’t you just look spiffy? Okay, as soon as we get back we can carve the melon.”

Having pre-war memories was a blessing in this case. Thanks to his knowledge, he was able to provide Shaun, his adoptive son, with the closest thing to a traditional Halloween that the wasteland would allow. He’d even decorate your little home in handmade paper bats and all that kind of stuff. When it comes down to trick r’ treating, Nick makes the perfect chaperone.

Old Longfellow:

“Don’t know how willing these folks will be giving out candy but..I’m sure I can find a way to inspire some generosity.”

True to his word, he used some..eh..”unique” methods to persuade the rugged islanders to play along. After all, there were some other children who desperately needed to focus on something aside from the impending danger of the fog. So, next thing you know your little plan to trick r’ treat ends up inspiring the whole town to delve into the festivities.

Piper:

“Aww, you two look so cute! Alright, remember only stay with us or the group!”

Perks of basically already being a mom to her little sister. She had Nat’s and Shaun’s costumes ready weeks in advance and already planned out a proper trick r’ treat with the other kids of Diamond City to participate. No worries, she’d be the cool kind of parents that lets their kids go with their buddies for Halloween....but she’ll also follow nearby. Just for reassurance.

Preston:

“Wow kiddo, that costume is terrifying! Hehe, come on, get your mom/dad..”

Like always, Preston is an absolute sweetheart. As soon as you made it clear how much this Halloween stuff meant to you, he made it his personal mission to make it special for you and his new adoptive son. After the trick r’ treating was done, he’d even build a little campfire and tell scary stories for shaun’s entertainment.

Sturges:

“Alrighty sport, I think you’re ready. Let’s go get your mama/dada and we’ll be on our way to getting us some candy!”

He hadn’t ever had a kid of his own to celebrate but back in Quincy..he had seen a couple carry on the tradition so he wasn’t completely clueless. He was actually just as excited as you were, even helping with making the costume and everything. You betcha your ass he dressed up as well, after all..his overalls closely resemble the outfit a bunch of the old pre-war horror movie characters you described.

X6-88:

“Shaun remember, the more we frighten them, the more candy they’ll give.”

He has a very loose understanding on what halloween is supposed to be. However he will never disappoint when it comes to making you and Shaun happy..so he’ll brush up on what makes sense...resulting in him dressing himself and Shaun in macabre costumes. A couple innocent candy givers may have passed out at the grotesque sight.

[nad-zeta]

Blind Date with Theo

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairings: Theo van Gogh x reader 

Genre: Slice o life

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol and also mild swearing☺

Words: 1500

Comments: So this is my first ikevamp prompt thingy lol its probs ganna be shit cause you best know i didn’t proofread before posting lol(˶◕‿◕˶✿) Also sorry to all the dutch people for butchering the language! Hehe lol so after trying my luck multiple time with @readerinsertfanfiction blind dates,🦋 I still didn’t get my man (Damn those dice!) so I decided to write my own self indulging thingy lol! 😳😳😳

Hehe so I am hella excited for Theo’s route, and I just had to participate in this Theo route countdown! Thanks, @delicateikemenmemes for setting up this fun lil party hehe so it goes without saying I am posting this as part of the #Theo Route Countdown Party! Whoop whoop so without further ado....... my interpretation of the prompt Theo and King ❤😳☺

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Sunbeams came streaming into the younger van Gogh’s room. The man groaned as he rolled over to shield his eyes from the morning sunlight illuminating the room. He let out a tired groan as his eyes cracked open to see a scrap of paper containing a neatly written note laying wait on his bedside table. 

Sitting up slightly, he reached over and squinted his eyes, trying his best to quickly scan over the contents of the page through blurred vision. He let out a tired scoff as he crumpled up the paper and let it fall to the floor. 

He laid back down, and he rubbed his temples letting go of yet another irritated scoff, as memories of his previous night out, had come flooding back to him.

He and Arthur were out together, to their usual pub, drinking and venting about the events that had unfolded throughout the day. All was going well when suddenly Arthur decided to be a little shit and propose a bet. He wore a mischievous grin as he declared for all to hear, “whomever passes out first, loses and has to do whatever the winner says for an entire day.” 

Theo eyed Arthur with caution as he contemplated his odds at beating the mystery author. The last thing the man needed was to lose a bet to the flirt. Not even to mention the fact that he has been so busy with work recently, that he hasn’t even spent any time with his dearest pet. 

Shooting Arthur a devilish smirk, he confidently spoke up, “you have yourself a deal, you four-eyed pervert.” 

The night progressed, and the drinks flowed between the two friends, however, little did Theo know that Arthur had a rather naughty trick up his sleeve to ensure success. Arthur had never lost a bet in his life, and he most definitely wasn’t planning on giving up his winning streak now. 

Theodorus sat up in his bed and groaned as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He looked over to see his dearest companion peacefully sleeping at the foot of his bed. His expression softened upon seeing the cute way the retriever’s legs twitched as he slept. Reaching over, he gave the pup a clumsy pat, all while wearing a tender smile. “Looks like you will have to help me make good on a deal, King.” 

Upon hearing his name roll off the tongue of his beloved owner, King shot up and tacked Theo back down onto the bed, showing his face with loving kisses. It was in these rare moments that Theo truly allowed his tough exterior to melt away and reveal his true self. He laughed as he pushed the retriever’s face away from his own, trying to catch his breath. King nuzzled his nose into the palm of Theo’s hand, trying to push past and shower his face with even more kissing licks. 

Suddenly the retriever’s attention was stolen by the slither of crumpled paper laying on the bedroom floor. With lightning speed, he hopped off of the bed and started playfully attacking the piece of paper, tearing it up, to make a scattered mess. Theo couldn’t help but affectionately smile down at King as he pulled his finger through his hair, contemplating just how the lightweight shit bag friend of his, might have been able to out drink him. 

He clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes as he finally got up to prepare for his fate, as loser of the wager. “Curse that rotten good for nothing thot for scamming me.”

After a long drawn out sigh, Theo slithered onto the floor and reached over to the trunk situated beside his desk, to pull out a soft-bristled brush. The second the playful pup spotted his favourite red brush he was sprawled across Theo’s lap, belly exposed, ready for some attention, “You really are an attention whore, aren’t you.” 

King's tail happily swished back and forth as Theo bushed his soft golden fur and showered the lovable creature with attention. Despite not having spent much time with his dear companion, he made a point of it, to at least brush the retrievers silky fur once a day in the mornings. Knowing from experience that the pup would seek attention otherwise from the man, in far more destructive ways. Something his chewed-up leather shoes could attest to.

Theo walked along the Boulevard with King excitingly strutting beside him. King’s long, fluffy tail swished in the air as he excitedly looked around the new environment. Soon the pup’s tail started wagging profusely as they neared the local dog park. Despite having walked around half of Paris with King, it was the first time the pair had visited this particular dog park. 

Catching the whiff and sight, of all the new interesting sights and smells in the unknown environment, the retriever’s excitement only grew tenfold. At this point, the pup was so ecstatic to play with the other animals, that he was practically walking Theo instead of the other way around. 

King pulled at his owner to quicken his pace, “oi King, slow down, you are going to pull my arm from it’s socket.” The pup never relented once, continuing to push forward with Theo in tow. 

Once inside the park, Theo leaned down to release the leash and allow King to run free and expend all his energy. “Try not to cause too much mischief today, buddy.” He ruffled the pup’s fur as he unclasped the leash. The second King was freed, he leapt into the air running off to some unknown direction

Theo could only scoff at his pet’s impatience, although, after watching his beloved companion for a few moments, he couldn’t help but let go of a hearty chuckle. The sight of the retriever bouncing around the park exploring its every corner was simply too cute. 

Soon the slight smile that was resting on Theo’s face morphed into his set point scowl, as he spotted the woman he was supposed to meet, on this blind date. 

Cursing Arthur once more under his breath, he approached the woman. Out of all the things to be asked of the man for losing the bet, this was by far the worst. 

As he neared the woman to introduce himself, King came sprinting back to Theodorus, to show him a cool new stick he had found. 

The retriever ran at full speed bounding into the air to slam straight into Theo’s back, causing the man to fall forward. There was no way to stop gravity once in motion, and Theo found himself tumbling straight into the woman’s arms, sending the pair of them falling back onto the soft grass. 

Theo stared down at the woman mortified, while his beloved companion decided to ease his master’s anger by showering both his owner’s- and the face of the new stranger with small kisses. Theo narrowed his eyes at the dog, who playfully nipped and licked at the poor woman’s face, while letting go of a little whine in apology. 

Before Theo could scold the impertinent pooch, both his and King’s attention was suddenly stolen by the woman trapped beneath the young art dealer. 

She seemed to be in a fit of laughter at the whole experience, trying her best to free herself from King’s loving face kisses. 

Thankful for the distraction King bounded off into a new direction while Theo was left blushing from the embarrassment. He clumsily got up and muttered a slight apology as he offered the woman a hand. 

She smiled a bright sunny smile and shrugged as she continued to chuckle nervously. She gestured for the two of them to sit down on a nearby park bench to which Theo simply nodded, as he tried his best to regain composure. 

He was surprised at the spunk of the woman who sat beside him, chatting away without a care in the world. He had tried his best to deter her with his sharp tongue and scowling attitude. Yet she continued to smile and engage with him, meeting his savage words and comments with a charming wit of her own. 

By the time the sun had started set, Theo was almost sad to leave the company of this mysterious woman. He leisurely walked beside the her as they decided to do one more slow lap around the park together, before saying their goodbyes. 

Suddenly the woman breathed an “oh no” and used Theo as a human shield, upon spotting two excited pups sprinting their way towards the two owners at full speed. Without warning, the Retriever and Labrador duo shook out their sopping wet fur right beside the owners to shower them in an inevitable rain of muddy pond water. 

The pair burst into laughter, as both of them were now soaked to the bone, and left to smell like wet dog and dirty river water. 

After parting ways with the woman and her pet, Theo couldn’t keep that shit-eating grin off his face. Even King was wearing a broad smile of his own, having finally met a pup who could keep up with his high energy curiosity. 

“What do you say bud, should we meet up with those two again sometime?” Seemingly as if understanding his master’s words, King’s tail whipped through the air as he let out an excited bark in response. “Oké dan staat het vast.” 

Since then, whenever Theo and King would visit the dog park, they would each in their own way, excitingly approach the gates in anticipation of the fun day that lays ahead. 

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Hope yall enjoyed this ☺❤🌻also this is low key part 2 hehe ☺

Part one will be out on day 3 of the countdown! So the day after tomorrow!🌈

[annabethy]

Ok so sorry if this is annoying just tell me and I'll stop but I need to do that thing I did last time where I sent you an ask as I progressed down the story because it's amazing and I need to share it with somebody (what better person than the writer?)

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HOW PERCY'S FIRST KISS IN THE BOOKS HAD HIM FORGETTING HIS NAME AND HIS FIRST KISS HERE HAD THE SAME THING

"absolutely no falling in love" as if they can control it. Pls- they're made for each other.

Okay I'll be back whenever...unless it's a no then let me know

The leech has me rolling🤣 and the parallels!!!!!!! 'dont I get a kiss for luck?' ahhhh omg

AND THE MONOPOLY GAME!!!! Huge cheesy grin on my face and I can't even explain why

Ok so bc of a- let's say home situation?- my phone tumblr thing might cut off and I won't be able to spend anymore time on tumblr but that's not yet. If I just suddenly stop with the asks then that's why and I'll also stop reading and continue tomorrow

oh yes I couldn’t forget the parallels!

also I’m putting the rest under a read more

Oh god connors here oh no no no....ok let me just calm down

Nah no calming down for me...my eyes are brimming with tears cause I'm so mad. I would've punched his lights out so quick. I'm glad percy controlled himself, for annabeths sake😌

'this school hates you too' that's a widely used comeback in my family 😅 'i hate tomatoes' 'tomatoes hate you too'

WHAT A WAY TO TELL SOMEONE YOU LOVE THEM!!! THE WAY OT JUST SLIPS OUT. Go away drew.

THE WAY HER FACE IS DECORATED HORRENDOUSLY!!!!! CAN I USE THAT? PLEASE LET ME USE THAT!!

do it ma’am

Red hair green eyes....rachel's here...should I be worried? Idk if I should be worried or not

no I actually forgot I even wrote Rachel in

SHE DOESNT EVEN HOLD A FLAME TO ANNABETH. THE GRIN IS BACK

You don't kiss someone like that after hearing them say they love you if you were only fake dating....this is making me beyond happy

Rule number three isn't the only rule that's been broken

If you both broke the rules then they cancel each other out and now there are no rules so basically you're not fake dating anymore. You're dating just with the title fake which doesn't matter

My heart beats for Annabeth too. I need to slow down with these asks

Oh now you love her. Too late bud.

Wait this- what- no. 😭

NO ANNABETH YOU ARE DATING OKAY????

Oh this is getting good. Ohhhhh yess

Omg she's crying and hes holding her against his chest and its giving me a flashback of the SOM scene underwater

Of course she knew. Why am I surprised? Annabeth knows everything

Yes Annabeth he loves you

Can you actually hear a heart beating when cuddling? That would be so weirdly cool...so can you?

if your head is on their chest over their heart then yes you can hear it beating

When are you supposed to apply for college? Junior, senior year?

lol senior year. I applied to one in November 2020, two in December 2020, and then 10 in January 2021 (and got accepted to four, one of which is an Ivy League and the other is very well known in the medical field hehe)(I have yet to hear back from the other 9)

Driving with no destination is probably one of my dreams even though I'd get lost in the wilderness then die out there which isn't necessarily a bad thing but yeah

Is that actually how a highschool party is? If that's the case then I can forget about wanting that highschool experience

see above lol I am not the person to ask about high school parties. I’m usually studying writing or sleeping and have never touched alcohol in my life so

OMG SECOND EDITION IS- OH MY GOD I DIDNT KNOW THAT (When was this added into the game?)

I sure hope it wasn’t added to the game LOL

Yes Annabeth he wants to. And you do too so just come on!!!!!

And I'm back. God it's so beautiful. Definitely worth the wait!!

They can't fake date without actually dating which is probably why I love this trope so much

You are so so good and I am definitely going to reread this especially the parts with the parallels

Love you lots, Ms. jillian....(like in story lol I'm so funny)

love u lots❤️❤️thanks for this long message LOL