#but it’s like 👹 i’m impatient

[crownrots]

i am struggling with self control fr …. i have like eight different clowns i want to play BG3 with but i haven’t even finished the damn thing ONCE.

[pearlcigs]

thinking ab how touchy ellie is in public i’m actually👹👹👹

like she’s js so casual ab it all the time that u can’t tell if she keeps gripping your waist bc she’s horny or if she js likes showing u off

either way ur fucking when u get home <3

⋆ impatient

ellie's hands squeezed your waist, totally unfazed by the room full of people. she had you sat on her lap, her hands never leaving your sides. her lips caressing the back of your neck. her eyes only set on you. you squirmed on her lap, the attention that she was showering you in felt like too much but she doesn't stop. your squirming only eggs her on if anything. "is something wrong, pretty girl?" ellie whispers into your neck. she just had to know exactly what she was doing, exactly how she was making you feel.

your eyes scanned around the room, seemingly and surprisingly no one was even paying attention to the two of you tucked away in the corner. you shake your head and her endeavors continue. her hands now slipping under the fabric of your loose fitted t-shirt. it was probably her shirt to be honest. her cold hands smoothed over your stomach, leaving you with shivers down your spine. you take a deep breath, squirming once again and giving ellie the satisfaction she was craving. but of course, her hands didn't stop at your stomach. they ventured futher, making their way to your tits.

ellie was keen on convincing you you didn't need a bra with this shirt and it was becoming abundantly clear as to why she protested so hard. you shifted in her lap, turning your head slightly to glare at her. she chuckles quietly, giving your breasts a small squeeze before returning them to your stomach, along with a kiss to your cheek. but the damage was already done. an ever growing wet spot was surely on your panties with absolutely no doubt in your mind. at this point, you weren't even sure if she was horny or if she just wanted to feel your skin under her hands.

her hands find their way out from under your shirt and to your hips, squeezing the flesh eagerly. she pulls you closer to her, your butt pressed directly against her. "ellie." you whispered, trying to speak in a tone that held authority but really it just came out as desperate. "yes, babe?" she answered you back in the same volume, her tone way more calm than yours was. "what are you doing?" you continued, thighs clenched tightly. "touching my girlfriend. what are you doing?" she answered once again. did she really have no clue at all what she was doing to you?

it took her all of 5 seconds to realize what was going on. her mind instantly plaguing with dirty thoughts. all the positions she could put you in, how loud she could make you. she wasted no time before having the both of you stand up, ushering you to the door with some half assed excuse as to why the two of you couldn't stay any longer. and you two don't even make it to the car before you're making out with each other, a hand down ellie's pants. in the elevator of all places.

[oogaboogasphincter]

i had a nasty logan howlett/the wolverine thot 👹 minors please DNI under the cut <3 i pictured dofp!logan but any logan can work bc it’s just filth

he’s got you bent at the hips over the side of the bed, your front smushed into the sheets that you grasp onto for dear life with trembling fingers.

“fuck, this pussy’s tight,” he rasps standing behind you. even though you can’t see it, his head tilts back, his eyes slide closed, and his lips part as words tumble out in a harsh breath, “so wet…”

he taunts, “you needed this so bad, didn’t you?” gazing down his nose at your rippling back. the corner of his lip pulls up in a smirk at your replying mewls. “i’ve got your little pussy trained so well, craving my cock before you have any say in it.”

his thrusts aren’t fast, but they’re hard, punching deep inside you. it makes the bed frame creak and your neck sway with the aftershock of force every time.

that is, until he growls in a mixture of impatience and possession. his forearm slinks around your side and comes to hook around your chest, pulling your back flush to his rock hard body. his other snakes around the front of your hips, pressing down and holding you still as he speeds up his pace to a pummel.

his hand is big enough for his thumb to press hard into the hinge of your jaw, keeping it agape and pretty, while his fingers wrap around your throat at the same time. your eyes roll closed and you fight to take in breaths around the constriction and molten pleasure bubbling up from inside you.

“that’s it, good girl,” he nearly purrs, like gravelstones tumbling over velvet. “i want you to come all over my cock, princess. fucking soak it, sweet thing.”

when you start unraveling, he gives your pussy a few more harsh pounds with his cock before he finally releases your throat. you gasp for air between whines of ecstasy. the rush of oxygen tickles your addled brain, like a gentle hand brushing stardust across your skull. Logan slows to a torturous pace, a low, primal rumble resonating from his chest as he feels the tremors from your plushness along every inch of his cock, from base to tip as he drags his length in and out, in and out.

he grabs your slumping frame, hoisting your hips back to right where he wants you. he lands a smack on your ass and sighs raggedly, a hint of wickedness on his tongue, “i’m just gettin’ started with you, bub. better go on and brace yourself for more.”

[jaylver]

YOU ARE IN LOVE — S.JY

SYNOPSIS: one summer. two idiots. what could possibly go wrong? you swore this was finally going to be a memorable summer, one where it'll be filled with adventures just like coming of age movies. but then jake sim just had to ruin it. how so? by taking over your head.

PAIRINGS: childhood bestfriend!jake x afab!reader

GENRE: childhood bestfriends to lovers, angst, romance, pining

WARNING(S): miscommunications, parties, alcohol, profanities

WC: 4.7k

A/N: this has been rotting in my docs for AGES before i even created this account 😭 i wanted to free it so here we are 👹 apologies in advance if it's tacky/lacky writing since this short fic was written when i was starting to get out of my burn out >.< lmk your feedbacks as always! <3

masterlist | © jaylver 2023 all rights reserved

Summer is the best thing to ever happen to mankind. 

Trips to the beach, ice cream dates, late night drives, house parties, the list goes on and on. And who else to spend it with? Of course, your one and only best friend and neighbour since you were four years old, Jake Sim.

Every summer was practically filled with him and him only. Ever since you were kids, you did everything together. Writing up lists and going on adventures, spending nights watching movies et cetera. But this summer, it seemed … different.

Maybe it was the problem of being seventeen. Seventeen is an awkward age. Period. But other than that, you couldn't understand the way he was acting.

Summer always started and ended with him. Always. But this summer, he wasn't anywhere near you. Occasionally popping by and disappearing after nightfall, declining late night movies together or beach trips. Rude!

It just felt weird without him. So, you found yourself turning up in front of his house one day, tapping your foot against the hard floor as you knocked impatiently on the door. 

"Y/N?" Jake appeared in front of you, his eyebrows scrunched with confusion.

“Jake,” you smiled innocently at him, which only made him look at you with more confusion. 

“Y/N it’s 10 pm?” 

“I just wanted to see you,” you admitted, to which you cursed at yourself for letting those words escape your lips so shamelessly because it was something you couldn’t deny. 

You could see the way his gaze softened, then proceeded to let out a sigh. “Is it … because I barely hang out with you these days?”

“So, you’re self aware this whole time?” you couldn’t help shooting back, wrapping your arms around yourself as the cold wind brushed past. But even without the wind, you felt your body freezing up from the sudden burst of nerves.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been busy,” Jake frowned, guilt evident on his face. “Wanna come in, we can hang?”

Just as he finished his sentence, his phone buzzed, a notification popped up. Your eyes averted to the screen of his phone, catching a slight glimpse. “1 new message from Grace”

Your heart dropped. You knew Grace. Hell, everyone knew her, she was the cheerleader of your school after all. Miss Popular, Miss Crowned Queen. And Jake was texting her? Your Jake?

“So, Grace, huh?” Was this what he was caught up with all along? You mentally scolded yourself, wondering why you were even thinking about this when it wasn’t even your business to care about in the first place. This unreadable feeling was brewing in your stomach and you didn’t like it at all.

“It’s nothing, really. She texted me lately, that’s all,” he shoved his phone into his back pocket, giving you a reassuring smile. “Still up to hang?”

“Nah, it’s fine. It’s getting late anyway. Tomorrow?” You didn’t know why you said this. It was never too late when it came to Jake. 

“Sure. I–uhm–heard there’s a party hosted by this guy called Ethan? Wanna come along?” 

You considered for a moment, then nodded. “I’m down.”

“Sweet,” he flashed you that goddamned smile, the one that charmed you until you felt light headed. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow,”

“Cool,” you smiled a little, feeling the air turning still for a second once you locked eyes with him. Your heartbeat quickened, it was as though air was sucked out from your lungs and all you wanted was him. 

“W-Wanna come over watch a movie with me tomorrow before the party? I’m home alone all day and we haven’t hung out properly for a while now,” Jake offered, stumbling over his words as he fidgeted his fingers, ears turning slightly pink.

You grinned. “How about the new Spiderman movie?”

He let out a small laugh, returning a big grin back. “You know me too well, huh? Deal.”

“See you tomorrow then, Jakey,” you reached over to ruffle his hair, but before you could fully pull away, he took hold of your wrist. 

“I’ve missed you, can’t you stay a little longer?” he whined, swinging your arm gently. 

You cursed at him, at his words and the amount of butterflies they’ve caused. “You can’t just say things like that,” you murmured under your breath.

“Hm?” he hummed and you looked up at him. 

You dismissed your previous words, hoping he didn’t catch on to them. “Tomorrow we’re hanging out the whole day anyway. By then you wouldn’t be missing me anymore,” 

“I miss you every day, though. Stick to my side like the old days?”

“How could I say no, Jakey?” you sighed, your heart thumping louder and louder as seconds passed. “Now, go sleep dumbass, we need to wake up early.” 

“Alright, alright,” he threw his hands up in defeat. “Goodnight, Y/N. Don’t stay up too late too, or else you’ll get premature wrinkles.” 

“I’ll beat you up.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

It felt natural.

You were resting on Jake's chest, his arms around you, a bowl balanced on your stomach, a movie blaring in the background, the lights dimmed. It was natural.

"Peter's pretty dumb sometimes, isn't he?" You spoke up, hand reaching into the bowl of popcorn, feeling Jake's hand brush against yours to get some as well.

You tried to excuse the fact that you were about to choke at the slight contact, playing it cool as you chewed on your popcorn.

"Totally. Why would he even do that?" Jake huffed.

You looked up at him from his chest, admiring his face slightly, not even caring about what misdemeanours Peter Parker was committing. 

Jake could feel you staring, and he decided to look down at you, your gazes meeting. This was what you two always do whenever you're watching movies, it should be normal by now, but why in hell were you suddenly nervous?

"Mum wants you to come over for dinner," you whispered to him, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from his eyes.

"I'm more than glad to do so," Jake pursed his lips, watching your movements closely.

The tension seemed to grow thicker and the movie started to fade into the background as the two of you stayed in this close proximity. You unconsciously glanced at his lips, swallowing thickly once you noticed him reciprocating the same action.

"Y/N-"

"Jake!" 

You almost let out a groan, but instead you looked away, clearing your throat and removing yourself from Jake's body. You were absolutely flushed, thinking of the endless possibilities that could've happened. But in the end, nothing did anyway. And that was why you were about to strangle Park Jong Seong for interrupting. 

"Jay?" Jake fumbled to sit up, his eyes turning to you before refocusing on Jay. "Is it time to leave already?"

"Duh," Jay rolled his eyes, casually dropping onto the couch beside you. "How are you, Y/N? Been enjoying summer?"

"Quite," you simply shrugged. "Someone over here left me alone after he promised a summer full of adventures," you nudged Jake and he smiled apologetically.

"I got caught up with some things!" He defended but Jay raised an eyebrow at his words.

"Some things or some one?"

"What?" You turned to Jake, trying to mask your disappointment with sheer interest. "Is it Grace?"

"So … you knew?" Jay's eyebrows only raised higher.

"I only found out yesterday, indirectly as well." you said, clearly unimpressed.

Jake rolled his eyes, sighing deeply. "Come on, guys. She only texted me once or twice. I was busy cramming my work, okay?"

"That's true too," Jay nodded in understanding. "You practically procrastinated everything and now it's a pile,"

"Must you remind me of it?" Jake groaned, his attention to you, taking notice of your sudden silence. "You alright there?"

You blinked at him, humming in response. How could you tell him that your stomach churned with jealousy whenever Grace was mentioned? How could you even admit that you're currently harbouring some god forbidding liking towards him? Your childhood best friend? The one who once spilled chocolate milk all over his shirt? The one who cried when he was forced to go back home after a whole day together with you? Jake Sim? 

You were fucked. You liked Sim Jaeyun. And you had zero idea what to do about it.

The house party was basically like every other one you've been to. Passed out drunks here and there, the dance floor crammed to the max, the music booming loudly in your ears. Overall, you felt regretful coming here.

What made things worse was Jake abandoning you to talk to Grace. Yup, Grace. Even after all the denial he fed to you and Jay, he's still laughing and talking merrily to her, leaving you stuck in the middle of an unfamiliar house.

What a great Friday night!

It was almost midnight, so you decided to storm out of the house for some fresh air before declaring your leave, but Jake somehow caught you sneaking out.

"Leaving so soon?" He was leaning against the wall, watching your tired figure semi-passed out on the chair.

"God, Jake, you reek of alcohol," you pointed out, scrunching your nose at the stench. "Also, I'm not that inconsiderate. I won't leave you behind … unlike someone over here," you grumbled.

"Look, Grace dragged me away the moment I entered. Plus, I think I got to start avoiding her now," Jake groaned, sitting down next to you.

"Broke her heart?" You assumed. It wasn't uncommon to see Jake reject girls and break their heart growing up. Well, look at him, it was a fact that he got girls lining up for him. But you found it weird how he's never had a long term relationship before, which only made you more wary about your feelings for him.

"I wasn't being a douche about it!" He threw up his hands in defence. "I kindly rejected her, that's all. She seemed cool about it though," he shrugged and you felt his shoulder brush against your arm, his thigh making contact with yours.

"Look at you, all grown up and no longer breaking girls' hearts!" You smiled sarcastically at him. 

"Hey! I literally rejected all of them in a nice way. I'm a kind man, you know?" Jake huffed, stretching his body, then proceeded to slyly place his arms around you.

You were genuinely trying your hardest to remain the best poker face you could even manage. Yet, you knew the facade would eventually fade. "Sure, sure, Jakey boy."

He turned his body to face yours, a challenging expression written all over his face. "Do you remember the time when we were five and I gave you my legos? I still remember how many hugs you gave me every day after that. So yes, I am kind." Jake insisted.

"You remembered?" You grinned at him, feeling your heart rate increasing once you saw the fondness in his eyes.

"Of course I remembered," he said softly. "You give good hugs anyway."

"Want a hug?" You chuckled, not expecting Jake to actually dive into your arms and hold onto you tightly.

"You smell like strawberries," he murmured against your skin. 

You swallowed thickly and started breathing heavily. "A–are you drunk?"

"Just a bit," he pulled away from your body, his brown eyes meeting yours, his hands slowly travelling up to your face.

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?" He whispered.

"Don't do this," you mumbled, your hand reaching for his wrist.

"What?" He breathed, his warm breath fanning your cheeks. 

"Don't make me fall in love with you completely," you stared into his eyes, slight hurt and regret painted your expressions.

"Fuck, why did I say that?" you laughed pitifully at yourself, removing yourself from his arms and stood up. "It's getting late, let's go," you said, ignoring Jake's lingering gaze.

"Y/N," he held onto your wrist and you stood rooted to the ground, not knowing what you could even say or do. You felt like an idiot. "W–what did you mean by that?" 

"It's nothing," you dismissed his question, feeling yourself sinking into a deeper hole. Jake furrowed his eyebrows, clearly frustrated. The moment he got up, he stumbled slightly and his words slurred. The alcohol has finally seeped in.

"Y/N, come on," he urged, desperation in his eyes. All you could do was sigh. 

"I'm sorry, Jake." 

So you did what you always do every summer. You ran from your problems and hid from the fact you had lingering feelings for your "best friend".

You found yourself avoiding Jake after that night.

It was ironic how you complained about him disappearing in and out of your life during the start of summer, but here you were, doing the same.

He came over to your house a couple of times, but you chose the cowardly choice of hiding away. All of his texts and calls were half answered. 

You hated doing this, you knew it was hurting both you and him. But what could you do? Confess? Well, it was the most obvious way to solve the problem, but you were unwilling to risk a life long friendship with him. Pathetic you were indeed.

The weekend rolled around the corner and you just had to face one demise after another. Jake and his family were coming over for dinner and there's zero chances for you to dodge him this time. Thank you, Universe, you thought sarcastically.

Your palms felt clammy and sweaty as you set up the table. Before this, your mother had specifically requested you to present yourself more formally instead of wearing your typical sweats, so now you were stuck in a black skin tight dress, just appropriate enough to not be deemed as slutty.

"They're here!" your mother announced, clapping her hands in excitement. You, on the other hand, were only filled with nothing but dread.

The door flew open and hugs were exchanged. Your mother squealed happily when she saw Jake and for a moment, you were about to do the same.

His hair was slicked back, only a strand was left hanging in front of his face. He was wearing a formal black suit paired alongside a simple black tie. He was about to be the death of you. 

"Y/N." He nodded at you, lips pressed in a straight line.

"Jake." You replied back, hands kept behind your back, trying to conceal the fact that you were actually fidgeting.

"You kids are matching!" Mrs Sim pointed out, laughing delightfully.

You felt Jake's eyes on your body for a tense moment, sensing them scanning you from top to bottom. You met his gaze once he finished checking you out so blatantly, and all he did was smile at you innocently. Jerk. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Why don't you kids go hang out yourselves?" Your mother patted your arm. 

"Sure," Jake shrugged, smoothing out the fronts of his blazer.

"Great!" Your mother beamed, then leaned down to whisper to you. "Don't do anything weird, okay?"

You grimaced. "Ew." Must your own mother put the mental image of you doing something 'weird' with Jake into your mind?

You turned around, practically dashing up the stairs towards your room. And as always, Jake followed you like a lost puppy. Once he shut the door to your room, he faced you with a blank expression, devoid of any signs of what he's about to say.

"So? Are you going to explain why you were ignoring me?" Jake leaned against the door, his hands in his pockets as he stared at you, unimpressed.

"What if I don't?" you replied, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"I'll force it out of you somehow, you know I always get my way," he replied nonchalantly and you only rolled your eyes at him, knowing how he wasn't completely wrong.

Jake seemed to have noticed your silence and decided to break the ice first. "I remembered that night, Y/N. You can't hide away from me forever just because of what you said."

You groaned, burying your face into your hands, completely flushed with embarrassment. "Must you remind me?"

"How can I forget about it when my best friend literally told me she loves me?" He kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his. "Can't you just tell me how you feel? It's been days and nights since I felt at peace after what you'd said to me. What's worse is that I couldn't even remember it precisely. So please, just make it clear."

"Fine. Jake, I–"

"Y/N!"

You wished you could blow up right this instance. Out of every second, every minute, your mother just had to call you when you were about to come clean about your feelings. If you could, you would've liked to reach for the nearest pillow and scream into it.

"Well … next time, Jakey boy. Dinner calls!"

Before Jake could respond, you exited your room quickly, ignoring your thumping heart as you replayed everything in your mind. 

Dinner was awkward.

Parents asking about each other's kids' situations and having deep conversations about life while Jake and you, on the other hand, were avoiding each other's gazes. Not ready to face whatever that had just happened.

You thought your torment was finally over when dinner ended and you found yourself dipping your legs by the pool when Jake silently joined your side, following your actions.

"You okay?"

You turned to look at him, kicking your legs slightly, you felt your shoulder brushing against his, thighs touching. "I'm fine. Just a little tired. Why?"

"Nothing. It was just that you were barely speaking all dinner and I got concerned," Jake pointed out and you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Everything's … complicated these days," you said. 

At your words, Jake shifted a little. He knew what your "complicated" meant, it was about you and him. 

"What even are we?" Jake spluttered out and you froze beside him, the water temperature suddenly dropping to 0 degrees. 

"You really want to talk about that now?" You mumbled, frowning.

"Then when can we even face it? I'm tired of you running away and me being in the dark," Jake argued, turning his body to face you.

"Jake …" you were rendered speechless, your body still, guilt clawing its way into your system. "I just don't think I'm ready yet, okay?"

Jake seemed frustrated at your comment. "Y/N–"

"JAKE!" 

It was his mother calling out for him and you heard him swearing under his breath. "Next time, Y/N. I'll wait for you."

With that, he left, leaving you completely dazed. He'll wait? 

"Can you please come? They literally have a pool!"

Thursday night you found yourself at peace knowing nothing will ruin your weekend, until Jay's phone call. Being the party goer he was, he's now trying to convince you to tag along to some guy's party.

"What if I said no?" 

"I don't take 'no' as an answer,"

"Tough luck, champ," 

"Come on, Y/N," Jay whined. "Everyone is going. I mean, Jake is, and that cute guy you mentioned from school — Heeseung — was it? He's there too. You can shoot your shot!"

You thought about it for a moment as you cursed Jay for being way too convincing. "Fine. Since you asked so nicely."

"I know I could always count on you."

Safe to say the party was going considerably well and you weren't about to leave just after arriving for only a solid 15 minutes. Jay remained by yourself for the whole time, conversing with his own circle of friends while your eyes searched for a specific somebody among the sea of people. 

“I’ll go for a dance,” you nudged Jay, trying to get his attention.

“Be safe.” he simply said, but his words were filled with genuinity.

A couple cups of drinks definitely boosted your confidence as you shamelessly swayed your hips to the music playing in the background. The blinking lights blinded your sight, alcohol clouded your thoughts, unknowing to someone sliding close to you. Thankfully, your sixth sense never failed and you turned to meet the gaze of Lee Heeseung.

“Hey,” he casually greeted.

“Hi,” you breathed out, sudden shyness taking over.

“Wanna dance?” he offered and you nodded meekly. “Follow my lead,” he held onto your arms, circling them over his shoulder. 

“Is this okay?” Heeseung whispered and you nodded once more. 

You couldn’t believe this was happening. The cute guy from school was in fact dancing with you. You let yourself let go as you closed your eyes and swayed along to the beat of the music. This was heaven. 

No matter how you tried to shake off that weird feeling, it never went away. You knew someone was staring at you, burning little holes into the back of your head intensely. You opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the startling lights and almost immediately, you locked gazes with him.

Lo and behold, Jake Sim, sitting across the room, his jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed. He was clearly unhappy about whatever you were doing, and you loved the effect you had on him. 

You smiled innocently, leaning close to Heeseung's ear. "I'm going to take a break. See you at school?"

Heeseung grinned at you. "Sure thing. I had fun dancing with you."

"Likewise." 

Thankfully, you managed to waddle your way through the crowd alive and made your way out of the house for some fresh air. The atmosphere inside of the house was too heavy and the smell of sweat and cheap alcohol stuck in the air.

"Running away from me again?" 

A voice came from behind you and you knew who it was immediately.

"Not everything is about you, okay?" You grumbled, hugging your arms around your body for warmth as you sat down on the front steps.

Jake joined your side, placing his hands on his knees, glancing at you from time to time. “Care to explain why you’re actively avoiding me?”

“I’m not,”

“Liar.”

You remained silent, not knowing what to say next. 

“You were dancing real close to Heeseung tonight,” he pointed out.

“Great observation, Sherlock,” you finally dared to turn to look at him. “Can we head back in? I’m craving for a drink,”

Jake only nodded soundlessly, following your movements as you stood up to head back in. You felt bad, guilty even, at the way you’re acting towards your lifelong best friend, but you couldn’t help it, your emotions were basically choking you hard. You tugged on Jake’s shirt, ready to say something.

“Jake—” Just when you two entered, Jake was pulled away, not even sparing a second for you to process, so now you were alone.

 “Great,” you mumbled unhappily under your breath, making your way to the drinks in the kitchen. Maybe they’ll console you instead. You genuinely wondered who’d cursed you countlessly whenever you were trying to confront Jake. 

To your dismay, the kitchen was filled with drunk teenagers who were all busy mixing their new anecdote for the night. Plan B, not the kitchen. 

You left for the living room instead, grumbling in annoyance since you couldn't get a drink. As you were about to turn a corner, you heard voices, very familiar ones and immediately halted your steps.

“You ditched Grace?” Park Sunghoon, the notorious figure skater who everyone was pining for, hissed.

Jake hummed.

“Is it because of Y/N?” Sunghoon asked, an undertone of suspicion laced in his voice.

"I don't like her like that," Jake murmured under his breath.

You froze. This couldn't be happening now, right? Out of any day, any place, it just had to be in a house, in the middle of an ongoing party. To be frank, you've already prepared yourself to face rejection every time you imagined confessing to Jake. But overhearing Jake's negative confession was surely not in your list.

"You're serious?" Sunghoon poked on.

"I don't know, man." Jake sighed in defeat. "Can we not talk about this now?"

You blinked away the confusing feelings you were currently having. Was it anger? Was it sadness? Was it hope? You couldn't tell. All you wanted was to be home, in your cosy bed.

There were many things you were afraid to do in life, such as talking to boys your age, socialising, confronting your crush and so on, but today, right now, you had zero regrets as you continued your steps, walking past Jake.

It was all white noises in your ears and blissful ignorance. Jake was calling after you, trying to reach you, but the crowd only ended up swallowing him whole. 

Once you were out of the house, you found yourself finally breathing again, suddenly thankful for the fresh air. But there's a rather unfortunate problem for you, Jake caught up with you.

"Y/N," he breathed.

"Fuck off," you snapped, an overwhelming wave of emotions clawing in your body.

"Listen to me, I didn't mean that," Jake's voice rose unintentionally.

"Yeah? So you're expecting me to be totally fine as if nothing happened?" You frowned. "Well, hi Jake, how was the party? Not good? Why-"

"Stop! Why are you even acting like this?" Jake grabbed ahold of your shoulders, making you stare directly at him as he could tell you were about to flee at any minute.

"Because–" You shrugged his hold away. "I like you, Jake! Ever since we were fifteen. But you were always so clueless to tell. And this summer, you were basically too hung up over Grace to spend time with me, then that night when you said those things to me, do you expect me to act oblivious after that? And today, you said those words … how am I supposed to know how you feel?"

You couldn't tell what Jake was thinking. He practically had a poker face on, seemingly trying to take in everything you've just said. "Y/N …"

"What do you want from me, Jake?"

Jake took a deep breath, his features ridden with frustration as he burst out.

"I want you. Okay? Happy now?"

To say you were stunned was clearly an understatement. You didn't know what to say or act, staring at him with your mouth ajar. 

"I–I have liked you since we were kids and I don't think I realised until this summer," Jake went on, clearly rambling in distress. "That's why I avoided you, Y/N. I was scared. I didn't know why I felt like that or what I should do. In the end, I figured it was you. It was always you, no matter what."

"Then have me, Jake."

"What?"

It was one of those moments where it felt entirely out of a movie. Jake could only stare at you wordlessly while you breathed heavily, a million thoughts running through your head and you’ve finally accepted it. 

Oh no, you’ve fallen in love.

“Just shut up and kiss me,” you grumbled under your breath, taking his face into your hands and pulling him in for a kiss. 

When your lips touched, it felt as if countless emotions and unspoken words from over the years passed through like a connection. It felt right. Jake slid his hand around your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. This was absolute bliss. 

You put your hand on his wrist, pulling away gently, eyes not leaving one another for even a second. The two of you pant softly, trying to catch a breath from the kiss and you started to shy away, in disbelief that this actually happened. Jake noticed, smiling a little, leaning down to press a gentle peck against the side of your mouth.

“Wanna stay over at mine tonight? I can drive,”

“You already know the answer to that.”

Laying in his bed with the lights off accompanied by the whirring of the A/C played in the background, his arms wrapped around you, the beating of his heart against your back, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, it was something familiar yet so new. 

You turned around to face him, watching as he rubbed his eyes, stirring awake slightly. It was still dark outside, but Jake couldn’t fall asleep, finding himself treasuring your presence instead. You were brushing loose strands of hair away from his face when a strange look appeared and he spoke, voice sluggish.

"You're my best friend."

Somehow, you understood what he meant and you knew what it was. He is in love.

—

[gojo-mochi]

👻ima trick my boy geto here….. mwhahahah👹

Adding my boy in there cuz i can mwahaha 

You were sitting bored in your apartment all alone, Suguru ended up getting dragged from place to place by Gojo and the students. Leaving you all to your lonesome, you stare at your phone, having exhausted all social media apps and getting bored of looking at the same feed over and over again, when an idea pops into your head. While you do love that Suguru was a caring person and that he had his own life to live somethings, that doesn't mean you get lonely without him. 

And he hasn't even been texting you back that much! So you decided to pull a devious prank on him. Grabbing your laptop you look up voice clips of someone male, preferably deep and soothing. Googling some asmr videos you come across a channel with a voice that oddly sounds like Suguru but this voice was a bit more chilling, the lull and timber of his words sent a weird chill down your spine but he had some voice clips of what you were looking for, so you picked him anyway. 

“Kenjaku…huh.” You read the youtuber's name out loud as you prepare the prank, cutting his audio clips into what you needed and getting ready to ‘accidentally’ call up Suguru. You sat back on the couch with a giggle as you pressed on Suguru’s number on your phone, putting it on speaker and laying it on the table next to your laptop. Your leg bouncing up and down impatiently as you wait for Suguru to pick up. Ring….. Ring….. Click… “Hello?”

Your breath hitches in your throat upon hearing Suguru for the first time in a while, you almost faltered and replied back but held strong, your hand hovering over the play button on your laptop as you steady your breathing and began the show. “Darling? Are you there?” Suguru questioned lightly as you could hear him walk away from Gojo and some other people talking in the background. You faked a giggle, hearing Suguru get even more confused; “Oh, stop it. You’re such a bad boy.” Your voice titters out, hitting play on the audio clip as Kenjaku’s voice starts to flow out from the speakers.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you. Hahah… Now, what am I going to do with you, hmm?” You had to stop yourself from shuddering, as you pretended to reply back to Kenjaku. “Are you gonna punish me, hmm~?” Suguru's voice rang out louder as he spoke this time; “Y/N? Who was that and what are you doing? Where are you?” You heard him say something to Gojo and the shuffling of feet quickly moving, a wide smile stretched on your face as you picked up the phone and giggled into it. “Hi baby~” You cooed, Suguru quickly responded; “Darling! What are you doing right now? I heard a voice, is there someone there with you?” His voice was on the edge of worry and angry in it, you felt your core heat up from his tone. 

“Haha! Pranked ya! It was just a video of some random guy I found online. No one’s here, baby. I just got really lonely and missed you.” Suguru let out a huge sigh at that; “Darling, just say so and don’t give me a heart attack next time. I’m coming home to you now, anyway.” You perk up at that; “Really?” Suguru cooed at your excitement, “I was out buying gifts for you, I planned on coming home to surprise you with it later.” He chuckled, as you made a questioning noise. 

“You wanna know what I got for you, hmm? It's something new we could use in the bedroom. Satoru showed me this store that just opened up and they had lots of items I wanted to try on you.” A different kind of shiver went down your spine this time, as you squeezed your thighs together, a wetness forming in your shorts. “O-oh, yeah?” Suguru hums back, “I think it works out, Cause you’re definitely getting punished tonight, by me.” 

‘Uh oh…I’m fucked.’ Both literally and figuratively. You let out a nervous laugh, “Honey, sweetie, sugarpie? You’re still mad at my prank, are you? I only did that because I was lonely and missed you, you know.” Suguru didn't say anything for a while, only the sound of his car unlocking was all you could hear for a while. “I know, dear. That’s why I’m coming home right now, to spend all night with you.” The revving of his engine matches the increasing pace of your heart. “And this spreader bar and rope will help me, I mean you, prepare for a long night of fun~” 

“Now, be a good girl and get on the bed and wait for me. If you try to run away or hide from me, I’ll increase the punishment~”

[toomuchdivergentformyneuro]

i’ve been hyperfocused on my nonhuman identity a lot lately. so blogs for it have been being made, i’ve been painting my nails with little paw prints, and i put paw prints and the therian and otherkin symbols on my shoes. it’s basically all i can think about currently.

but i’m also incredibly impatient and anxious about getting the appt. to get the diagnoses and everything. it’s gonna take ages. apparently the person is gonna get back to us in about 4 to 6 weeks (or in the next 4 to 6 weeks, something like that). i’m too impatient and anxious and excited for this shit

i hate waiting 👹

[writeshite]

Oh you better believe I’m eating out Tony like a man on a mission!!

Yeah yeah yeah he’s dom, but what about when he gets all SUBBY 👹👹

Getting all needy and whiny…

I’m in my dim bottom era it seems…

Listen, listen, we love dom Tony; however, sub Tony? That's like some premium-level shit right there. He's impatient, bratty and hates waiting, but that's what makes it fun.

[petewentzisblack1312]

hi dils i’m waiting impatiently for wrestling to start and if my specialest babygirl malewife isn’t there i might have to personally contact wwe and start crying on god i need to see him 👹👹👹

ALSO my gf made my favorite pasta for dinner it’s like a pink vodka sauce but without the vodka like they just use tomato paste, heavy cream, and parmesan i think??? maybe some broth also… i’m not a very good cook clearly (i’m more of a baker) but it was so good and i’m wondering what your fav pasta is? also also at the mention of baking it my headache goes away i’m planning on making m&m cookies tonight hehehe

ps sending you all my love 💕💝💖💞💓💗💘🩷

hiiii thank you!! also your wrestle man better come on screen right tf now 💥💥💥

as for my favourite pasta. hm. i like alfredo. i also like red sauces but im a sucker for a creamy rich alfredo. as for pasta shapes i guess technically couscous is a pasta and when i was a kid i fucking LOVED couscous. quinoa has replaced it largely because we never buy couscous anymore but i loved couscous. perfect texture. otherwise. i also used to love tagliatelle. we also dont buy that anymore but i still love it in my heart.

[ventismacchiato]

what if i go feral. /hj. maybe.

this chapter was so good hello its like 5 am and i just get to wake up this DIVINE ass piece of work, smth abt ur writing style is so perfect and aligns w this au so well 😭😭 i noticed that u manage to portray the characters amazingly too without falling out of character n thats what i call skill😍🥲❤️😍

i will be impatiently waiting for more and if u wanna yk,, sneak me into that taglist i would be delighted tysm💪

GO FERAL 👹

HELP i think we have the same time zone cus i got this ask at 5am too

me 🤝 you: bad sleeping schedules

omg means a lot you think it’s in character 😭 it’s hard to make scara be soft out of nowhere so i’m glad it makes sense

YW AND OFC

[quits-writing]

SUKUNA RYOMEN X MALE READER

a/n: first of all, i’m so done of ftms being a fucking bottom like damn man just bcuz we have a fucking vagina doesn’t mean we like to take it in and get fucked like a common whore ??? smh

and also, not to break anyones heart and dreams but, sukuna would be downright transphobic as he is misogynistic.

cw: very short fic since it’s an old wip, pwp (?), transphobia, t-slur, sub bottom sukuna, trans dom top reader, strap is referred to as cock, degrading, hatefuck, ooc sukuna

⊱ ────── {.⋅ 👹 ⋅.} ───── ⊰

sukuna ryomen, a millennium old curse who had the guts to be transphobic in a modern day era. you were sure he only did it to get under your skin (or shall i say, clothes?) and boy, did it work.

so you decided to show him how wrong he was, and god, does he look so pretty twitching and moaning like that.

“look at you, the big bad curse called sukuna ryomen who called little old me a fucking woman now begging for this pity ‘woman’s cock” you taunted

this pathetic sight of a curse legend that you’re fingering is the man who claimed to be the most powerful of them all, the man who wreaked havoc and judged death for all the sorcerers who stood in his way in the old days, the man who views women and children as pawns. as his personal plaything, and so does those who “pretend to be men”.

“ngh..fuck! just get on with it already! you’re boring me” he demanded however, his ass said otherwise

“you don’t get to command me here, you little shit. if i didn’t know any better, i’d almost mistaken you for being a common man-whore instead”

“says you! you- mm fuck”

“for a pretty face like you, you certainly have the mind and the mouth of a trash bag. don’t worry, i’ll fuck the trash out of you”

“you’re all talk, no bite”

“oh, but i do bite” and you did, you almost laughed on how he released a loud pornographic moan. and now who was the one that’s really ‘all talk, no bite’?

you were also getting impatient but you’d rather die than admit it. begrudgingly, your lubed cock finally had finally gone in his ass, his hands are making way to your shoulders. his nails digging deep in your flesh, you’re almost certain it would draw blood.

“taking me so well– now i know why you hate women so bad. or anyone with a ‘female’ genitalia, it’s because you like taking dicks, isn’t it?” you said as you caress his stomach

“don’t push your luck, tranny” he grunted, switching his other hand from your shoulders to grip your wrist

oh that little shit, how you hated that word. guess you’d have to fuck that transphobia out of him, huh?

[angelamajiki]

twin bros yuuji and sukuna… sukuna showing his brother how to fuck a girl… by using their precious little sister maybe 🥸

writing this for ur bday <3 👹

cw: fem reader, incest, noncon, slapping ? more like tapping ur face aggressively aha, praise, implied spitroasting, crying

“Are you even paying attention? You’re whoring yourself out more than she is, brat.”

You used to think it was cute, the way Yuuji would flush from ear to ear all the way down his chest when he was embarrassed. Looking at it now made you want to gag more than you already were. He was flushed alright, but not in anyway you ever wanted to see.

“Can’t, can’t help it.” He whined, panting almost helplessly like he was some mutt stuck in a rut. “S’ too pretty and she feels so good.”

“Yeah, well, its not about you, is it? I didn't bring her into my bed just for you to get your rocks off and fall asleep, did I?”

Yuuji’s flush deepened even more as he smiled down at you sheepishly, hand stroking your tear-stained cheek. “Sorry, princess.”

“You’re never gonna get laid like this, idiot. Put your dick away and just watch for a minute.”

Sukuna was just as impatient as ever; that much was obvious. “Don’t mind him, pretty girl. You're makin’ him so hard he can't think straight, he's gotta pay attention if I’m gonna be kind enough to show him how to make you squeal.”

Reluctantly, Yuuji pulled his hand back from your cheek and took himself out of your mouth, leaving an uncoordinated kiss sloppily on your cheek before taking a seat behind you with your head in his lap.

The waterworks were already starting up again as your older brothers shushed you, Sukuna taking the liberty of giving you a little slap with the back end of his hand. “Hey, hey. None of that tonight, okay? Don't spoil Yuuji’s first time for him. You can cry later when we're finished.”

“Yeah, sweetheart. You're acting scared, like we're gonna hurt you.” Slender fingers carded their way through your hair as Yuuji attempted to soothe you. “Just wanna know how to make you feel good, no reason to cry.”

All the reason more for you, the two were utterly delusional to when it came to you. “Acting like we don't take care of you properly, I’d hate to think you're ungrateful, babydoll.”

Even when you're out of your right mind, you know better than make your big brother mad. “I know, baby. Just wanna be a good girl for us, right?”

Your tears wet the finger drying under your eye as you nodded. “That’s right, just be a good girl for Yuuji and cry on your big brother’s cock. I’ll take care of the rest.”

[luclfersprissybitch]

~Obey Me Chars If They Played Genshin~

Lucifer:

He would most likely play only if you played- His main dps choice would be Aether because he thinks that’s the only option considering it’s who you’re given first. (he’s old 🐕) He would definitely just play whoever you said was best for support/sup-dps with the exception of the fact that he also has to visually agree with said character. [If it were me I would tell him to main Kaeya for sub dps, and Zhongli for support,,] OH, and he would just run around and do nothing. You would have to teach him every game mechanic…

Mammon:

He would either join because of you as well, or because he saw one of the characters online and thought they slayed or something…🕵🏻‍♀️ He would either pull for, I’m scared to say this, but Childe for a main dps, or like whatever character is currently available. (He would be too impatient to wait for someone else’s banner unless he REALLY did not like said character that was being run at the time.) It would take him a while, but as long as you are still in your Genshin Phase, he would grasp the concept eventually.

Levi:

He would have joined on his own behalf because he most likely tries out any RPG game that releases as soon as possible to see if he can beat everyone to it if it ends up becoming popular… He would have started near the very beginning and chose Diluc as his main dps because he was meta at the time, but at this current moment in the meta, he would main the Ayaka freeze team SPECIFICALLY. (Yes he would have all of the optimal limited 5* for the team with the c6 Shenhe and everything. 👹) He would probably be the one to teach you all of the game mechanics when the time came for you to discover it.

Satan:

Satan probably wouldn’t be very interested, but there’s a chance he would at least try it out for you to make you happy. He would exclusively (if he even got lucky enough to pull Itto) main the geo supremacy Itto and Gorou team with Diona as the support instead of Zhongli for obvious reasons. You would have helped him put it together just so he can run around and do stuff around the world with you.

Asmo:

Likewise to the majority of the brothers, he wouldn’t be all that into video games on his own, so he would have joined to make you happy during your hyperfixation. He would probably spend some money on characters he really thought were cute and needed to have on his team. These characters most likely being Yae Miko on the electro team with Raiden because you suggested it, or a random team composed of just pretty people. He would also ask for help to build his characters just well enough to beat shit up and enjoy himself playing with you.

Beel:

This is getting slightly repetitive, but the brothers are all pretty much super in love with you so 👹,,, he would play just to make you happy. He would be particular about who he wants help building because he would care about using characters he really likes. He would probably take a specific interest in Itto or Xiangling. I can’t exactly explain why I chose Itto it just feels so right🕵🏻‍♀️… I can picture you guys cuddling and playing on console together,,

Belphie:

To be honest, he might have joined on his own behalf… He would be one of those casual players that gets on once a week and does his stuff, then goes right back to bed… The only exception to this rule would be if you asked him to play. He wouldn’t care very much about builds at all. He would just make his favorite characters do pretty good damage and settle with that. He’s enjoyable to play with as he has a decent understanding of the gameplay mechanics, and he will let you rant to him about your favorite characters and listen… for the most part… 💤

[khaleesiofalicante]

Aaaaaaah I'm late I'm late I just caught up with chapter 3 and 4 is already out 😭 But I can't wait to finally meet Gigi! 😍

Selena didn’t understand people who woke up or got things done before 8 am.

GIRL SAME

“He just looks like an angel. That’s why I asked.”

But geez I think most people who are calling them "gifts" and "blessings" don’t mean any harm but dear people will you please stop putting so much pressure on children??? You’ll see who they are as they grow up stop trying to predict things you don’t understand it doesn’t make you look clever at all!! I’m not even talking about people badmouthing them, you guys just fuck off. 👹

She once even overheard Lexi asking an older shadowhunter woman to bake her chocolate chip cookies because Angel Raziel had commanded it.

LMAO she such a smartass I can’t 😂😂😂

She did not care much for jewellery, especially expensive ones. But Magnus had given this to her – and she didn’t want to take it off. She combed her long hair and tied it into a high ponytail. If she was going shopping with Magnus, she had to look her best. It was fine. There were worse ways to spend your tenth birthday. She got to spend it with Magnus. She was not going to complain about it.

Aww someone’s crushing on Magnus hehe 🤭 but I mean who could blame her??? That's just good taste. 😌

“Oh!” Selena had beamed. “Like Magnus! He always looks so magnificent!” “Sure,” David had said, his ears pink in the cold. “That’s who I was thinking about.”

Oh no, Jocelyn passed away…

Girls negotiating with Clary about birthday gifts and Clary losing.

“I LOVE YOU DORIAN GRAY. YOU ARE THE ONLY MAN I WILL LOVE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.” “Hey!” Daddy said. “I’m right here.”

Bwahaha poor Jace, but also I think I saw that Lexi was gay which make this promise even funnier skskskks

“What are you doing here?” the girl demanded, hand on her whip.

And what are YOU doing here Anjali???

Selena wished she could look like a fallen angel too.

I’m foreseeing a severe teenager phase.

“What are you doing here?” Anjali repeated her question, putting her whip away on the table.

Wait a minute wait a minute, she's a beautiful badass girl who act like she own the place and has a whip… 😲 SHE'S A NEW IZZY IT ALL MAKE SENSE NOW AWAWAWWW IZZY GOT A STUDENT!! I'm gonna headcanon that Anjali call her Master with stars in her eyes and that she only ever listen to her but Izzy never use that to make the girl behave because she love the chaos sksksksjsjj

Selena loved Idris with all her heart. But she knew Idris was not a perfect place. Any place that was mean to Magnus could never be perfect.

“I lost my parents in Idris,” Anjali said, her voice low. “I don’t ever want to go back there. The cohort can set it on fire, and I would gladly watch it burn.”

“Did you know my father used to date Zara Dearborn?”// “That must have been awful for him,” Selena said sympathetically.

Yeah you got the basic of it

Anjali is a chaotic menace gyahahaha poor Diego

“Just because he looks like a movie star, it doesn’t mean everything should be handed to him,” Anjali answered, rolling her eyes.

I love how Selena keep clarifying “After Magnus of course” every time she thinks something good about someone. Girl is very aware and want to make it clear.

“Zara is still here,” Daddy said, his voice tight. “No relief in that.”

“Zara,” Daddy nodded. “Welcome.” “Is he here?” “Whom?” Daddy asked. “Alec Lightwood,” the woman asked. “You mean the Consul?” Daddy asked. “I meant Alec.” “The Consul?” “Alec!” “Who also happens to be the Consul?” “Fine, yes, the Consul!” the woman sounded impatient. “Is he here yet?” Daddy grinned. “He will be here shortly.”

Jace be like

OKAY BUT YOUR MEME REACTIONS AND GIFS ARE GIVING ME LIFE HOW THEY ARE SO POINT IT IS 10/10 YOU NEED TO PUT THIS SHIT ON YOUR RESUME ASAP.