#dunno if I was supposed to include that tag

[thewildersalem]

A Grian with peacock wings for @griancraft ‘s DTIYS!

[micahdoesmusic]

A little fnc edit,, as a treat….

👁️👁️

[art creds (the best evers): @lanladesu , @saturndigital , @kutakunagasblog , @skywerse , @wasyago]

[song: ‘My Love Mine All Mine’ by Mitski]

[sundayswiththeilluminati]

Let Rasputin get mad.

I don’t mean about personal stuff. That’s whatever. He can deal with that on his own time, or not because he has the emotional coping mechanisms of a concussed brick, but that’s not my point. My point is: everything sucks.

The solar system Red worked so hard on is absolutely trashed. Half the factions are here just to fight the other half while Guardians do the rounds for loot. There’s not one but TWO enormous derelict alien warships lying around illegally-parked. The Moon’s fucking haunted! Two moons and a planet are gone! Some anime-ass megamind cosplayer keeps swanning around like they can’t even be bothered to kill us! And his stuff! It’s morning noon and night people trying to use his stuff to do something awful! You can be angry, you can fight back, without invoking the war-for-war’s-sake that Xivu represents. You can defend yourself without becoming violence incarnate. Guardians have to learn to walk that line now or we’re all royally screwed anyway. We have to learn to use it as a tool, same as Stasis, without being consumed by it.

So let him get mad. Let him get furious, at high velocity. Let him address a spread of caedometric ordnance “To Whom It May Concern.” Let us see the anger of a gentle machine. Let the solar system remember who was here first.

(technically the Vex. but you get my point.)

[tonariofjananda]

What’s she listening to?

WIP, prolly gonna line and color this in later but I like how this looks so far c:

[tronmike82]

I really want to watch My Little Pony

but I can’t because I have to finish Centaurworld first

but I can’t because I have to pause the show repeatedly in order let my thoughts catch up

But I can’t because I have to pull it up on Netflix

but I can’t because I have to take a shower

but I can’t because I have to eat dinner while I wait for my brother to take his shower first

But I can’t because I have to get home from work

But I can’t because I have to go to the car

But I can’t because I have to wait for my brother to get off work*

But I can’t because I have to write this post

I’m probably not gonna watch My Little Pony anytime soon. :(

*we work at the same place, but with different positions and thus; different shift lengths. I am currently off work, in the breakroom.

[quiveringdeer]

Camera Roll Challenge: Dating Sasha Braus part 2

Part 2 by popular demand! (my brain needing more Sasha content 😤 and @strawberrystepmom being a sweetie to ask😘)

Ok we all know Sasha is a top tier comedic dork without trying. But can we also acknowledge just how freakin cool she is??

It's such a treat seeing her in her element outdoors or in the archery range. The way her breathing slows as she pulls back the bowstring, arm perfectly level as those pretty brown eyes focus on where she wants the arrow to hit.

And let's take a second to think about the way the muscles in her back and arms flex when pulling back a string with a draw weight of 65lbs (29.5 kg) on her recurve bow. Even going in not knowing anything about archery or draw weights that's gotta sound pretty impressive.

Just looking at Sasha it isn't that obvious how incredibly strong she is. She's not rockin Mikasa's washboard abs, her tummy is generally really soft cause we know girl is constantly shoving food in her mouth and we love this about her 😌. But due to her being an avid hiker, hunter, competative archer and just doing all the random hijinks of climbing on everything, her arms and legs are incredibly strong. Which means snuggling in close with her or receiving an official Sasha Braus hug is such a comforting, safe experience.

Because food is such a huge love for her it's always a fun and positive experience cooking with her or going out to try new eats in town and especially when you take trips for her archery competitions.

Although Sash is an incredibly active person she's very open to stay home days where you both stay in sleep clothes and play games or watch movies. As long as she has you and some snacks, she's more than happy.

top right: chill day at home reading while sasha amuses herself by tossing up peanut m&ms to catch in her mouth. somehow, one goes astray and before you even know what's happening she's diving over the back of the couch to 'save' it. Now how does someone with such impeccable hand eye coordination get herself in this situation? 🤔 that answer will have to wait until after you capture this adorable snapshot and finishing laughing.

second row middle: this photo is in your camera roll cause Connie sent it to y'all's group chat. Askin if you wish you were there. Which, nope. You're happy you don't have to pretend not to know this trio of fools. Where do they even get these urges from? Isn't Jean supposed to be the voice of reason? He tries to be but he's just as silly as Sash and Connie sometimes. Fools. But you love them all.

second row right: just trying to scroll through your phone when Sasha is craving attention. 🧡

bottom right: moments like this remind you of your girlfriend's genius. 🥰

[skyefeys]

A Comprehensive Guide to Writing Gina Dialogue!!!

Do YOU like writing tgaa fics, but find yourself struggling to understand the speech habits of Gina Lestrade? Well, fortunately for you, I love linguistics and accents almost as much as I love Gina - so I've compiled a breakdown of every quirk in her speech!

(Full analysis under the break!)

Most of Gina's speech patterns can be broken down by three fundamental facts:

She speaks with a thick Cockney accent

She's uneducated, which leads to various grammar troubles

She uses a lot of informal cockney terms/slang

Let's get into it section-by-section!

(Note: Formatting looks a lot better on mobile!)

Section 1: Cockney Accent

So I’m an theater kid, and I've done dialect training for Cockney accents before - it's one of my best ones imo - so that certainly helped me write this section! Even without that, though, it's pretty easy to identify how her accent appears in her speech. Let's break it down!

Drop h's

Example: Here becomes 'ere

Drop g’s at the end of words

Example: Going becomes goin'

A few other word ends that get dropped:

Of becomes o'

And becomes an'

Th changes depending on the word - Thank you to annoyingloudmicrowavecultist for properly explaining how this works in the tags!

Voiced th becomes v

Example: With becomes wiv

Unvoiced th becomes f

Example: Nothing becomes nuffin'

For writing purposes, if a word would become unrecognizable with this change, it's left the same (but in actual speech, it would be pronounced differently)

Example: Father remains as father (but would be pronounced like fovva)

Th always remains intact at the start of words

Example: Thing remains as thing (but would be pronounced like fing)

Miscellaneous word changes

Something becomes summat (but other times is just somefin' - she's not consistent with either)

What becomes wot, whatever becomes wotever

Tomorrow becomes tomorra

Because is often shortened to 'cause, which becomes cos

Isn't almost always becomes ain't

Thank you / no thank you becomes ta / no ta

Some words spill together or are slurred

With that becomes wivvat, with it becomes wivvit (This one isn't actually used in-game, so you don't have to use it either, but it reflects how she'd actually be pronouncing it)

Isn't it becomes innit

Doesn't it becomes dunnit

Suppose becomes s'pose

Don't know becomes dunno

Probably becomes prob'ly

You might change - Another loose/inconsistent rule. Can depend on how the sentence would be pronounced out loud, but mostly is just a vibe

You becomes ya

Your/you're becomes yer

Yourself becomes yerself

Section 2: Grammatical Errors

Gina is an uneducated East End orphan, so it should come as no surprise that she makes mistakes here and there. Here are her consistent ones! Some of these are confusing/hard to explain, so I included specific examples.

Will say me instead of my, and meself instead of myself

Example: "I dunno much about guns meself."

Incorrect tense usage of was/were in negatives - Instead of I/it wasn’t, she’ll say I/it weren’t

Example: "I was up in a balloon, weren't I?"

Incorrect tense usage of does/do in negatives - Instead of he doesn’t, she’ll say he don’t

Example: "Somefin' wot 'e don't want people readin'."

Double negatives

Ever becomes never in negative statements

Example: "I swear on my life, I ain't never laid eyes on that dandy before."

Never + anything becomes never + nothing

Example: "I never done nuffin' o' the sort!"

Never + anyone becomes never + no one

Example: "All me life, growin' up in the slums, I've never trusted no one."

Haven't you ever becomes ain't you never

Example: "Ain't you lot never gone over an 'ouse lookin' for dough when the owners are out o' town?"

The word that or who in the context of ascribing a feature to a subject is replaced by the word what

Example: "She's always goin' on about all them cases wot Sholmes is lookin' into."

Other example: "I think I wouldn't fancy me chances wiv a lawyer wot lives in a place like this."

Will say them instead of those

"All them skylights open, dead easy."

Will say no more instead of anymore

"Ya dropped it, so it ain't yours no more."

She’ll sometimes mess up bigger, unfamiliar words. This one's entirely in your discretion what words she might mess up. Some canon examples:

“Supperment” instead of supplement

“Mantlescript” instead of manuscript

On a similar note, she'll sometimes confidently get sayings wrong and think she sounds smart

“Toby's...'ow did they put it...? ...Oh, yeah! A 'bone-fide' detective!”

Section 3: Cockney Terms/Slang

In addition to her thick dialect, growing up in the East End means Gina has also adopted a plethora of unique words and phrases. This'll be more like a vocab section!

Cockney rhyming slang - Some words are replaced with phrases that rhyme with them. She uses a few in canon:

Instead of believe, she’ll say Adam an’ Eve

“Would you Adam an' Eve it, eh?! Wot a mug!”

Instead of face, she’ll say chevy chase

“Yeah, I can see it written all over yer chevy chase!”

Interjections/Exclamations

Blimey - Express surprise or shock

"Blimey, yer right! That streak o' light in the photo looks just like an arrow, dunnit?"

Cor - A general interjection, kind of a euphemism for god

"Cor, listen to you! Ya stumble across a bit o' balloon an' suddenly yer the best investigator in the world!"

Oi - I doubt I need to define this one, but it's basically the equivalent of "hey"

"Oi! That's off limits up there!"

Words for people

Cove, bloke - A boy or man. Gina tends to use cove more often than bloke.

"That's where the cove ended up after 'is 'instant kinesis' or wotever they call it."

"When I lifted the last bloke's purse, 'e got wise to me."

Dandy - A conceited, fashionable upperclass man. Can be used as a noun or adjective.

In reference to Ashley Graydon: "I swear on my life, I ain't never laid eyes on that dandy before."

Dee - Thank you to uzukirie for figuring this out in the replies of this post - dee is short for detective!

To Sholmes: "I don't need no 'elp from some stuck-up dee!"

About Gregson: "Yeah, the dee let me keep it. After I looked daggers at 'im for long enough."

Swell - A wealthy or elegant person. In canon, Gina uses this exclusively in reference to McGilded.

"It's because o' that, this swell found me. …'E did 'elp me get away, mind."

Miscellaneous vocab

Dodgy - Suspicious

"It was amazin' when you showed that dodgy professor's dodgy experiment was a total fix!"

Rum - Odd or strange

"I mean, wot's the point of spendin' a joey to make a few bob, eh? That's a rum idea, innit?"

Coppers - Cops

"If you do wot the grown-ups tell ya, it'll get yer mates dragged off by the coppers. Or worse."

Scarper - Flee/run away/leave in a hurry. Also comes from rhyming slang - Scarper = Scapa Flow = Go

"If I did that, 'e said 'e'd let me scarper before the coppers showed up."

Have a butcher's - Take a look. Also comes from rhyming slang - "butcher's hook" = look

"Most days I push the cushion up wiv me 'ead an' look out the crack. Then I can 'ave a butcher's at who I'm gonna fiddle."

Rude words/phrases :)

Gordon Bennett - Expresses surprise or contempt - kind of a euphemism for goddammit.

"Gordon Bennett! You lot!"

Flamin', bleedin', - General emphasis. Pretty much just gentler ways of saying fucking.

Note!! You might be tempted to make Gina say "bloody", since that's well-known British slang, but she never says that. She says bleedin' in its place.

"Don't be so flamin' rude, 'Oddo!"

"It's lies every bleedin' place ya look in this world, innit?"

Bleedin’ Nora - A variation of "Bloody Norah", a surprised/irritated interjection.

"Wot the bleedin' Nora, 'Oddo?! Wot 'ave you gone an' done?!"

Bogtrotter - A derogatory term for an Irish person. She uses this to refer to McGilded.

"Look at the mess it's got you into, believin' in that bogtrotter!"

Mug - An idiot.

"You can't do it from inside, you mug."

Blue blazes - An alliterative exaggeration of "blazes". A euphemism for hell.

"Where the blue blazes 'ave you been, eh?"

Cobblers - Rubbish/nonsense. Literally, it means testicles - derived from Cockney rhyming slang, where "cobbler's awls" = balls.

"All this nonsense about the boss plannin' to kill people… It's cobblers!"

And 1.2k words later, that's pretty much it! Now you can write Gina dialogue spot on <3

Feel free to suggest anything I'm missing/got wrong - I come back and edit this for accuracy's sake every time I notice something I left out, or when people in the replies/tags point things out!

[leclvrc]

a couple (of besties) ♡ cl x reader

summary: you've been best friends since you were babies so naturally people ship you

requested? yes/no

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[mncxbe]

Hi, I was wondering if I could request bsd characters (you can choose, im sure you know what characters you’d like to write for best) with a reader who’s bad at numbers/maths and stuff like that

This is so silly I love it (excuse any mistakes I didn't proof read this one)

°☆○

𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂

ofc I had to include Kunikida

as a former Maths teacher he gets so annoyed with you (in a very silly way) whenever you struggle with numbers.

you're supposed to calculate Ada's monthly expenses but just can't get the hang of it so he ends up doing it for you

if he's in a good mood he may explain you how it's done

"How do you not get this?" he groans for the nth time that afternoon "Jesus Christ how did you end up doing the accounts?"

"I dunno" you cry out, staring at the papers in front of you with a desperate look on your face. "Please help me Kunikida I really can't do this"

He only sighs in response, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he drags a chair from a nearby desk to sit next to you. He grabs the pen from your hand "Don't I always..."

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

he straight up side eyes you; may also call you stupid

doesn't even try to help you with Maths, he just does it himself

Fyodor's gaze follows you as you walk around the rows and piles of books in the store, carrying a stack of books.

"Fedya honey what was the budget again?"

He tells you the sum absentmindedly and sighs as he watches you stuggle to add up the money you were gonna spend so far. You check the price tag on the back of each book, brows quirking as you tried to calculate the sum.

"That's 2.800 yen myshka. You've got about 1.4k left" he points out, earning a smile from you.

You thank him in that cheerful tone of yours and he can't help but smile, the crease between his brows growing a little bit softer.

𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐

he doesn't really mind it as long as it doesn't inconvenience him in any way; in fact, he finds it amusing

but let's assume you're Fukuchi's assistant and you need to calculate the expenses for a month's missions and you just can't, so he has to stay overtime to help you

he's a bit pissed off about it but deep down he's happy he can help (we all know he's secretly a softie)

When Jouno found you in your office a couple of hours ago you were sitting at your desk with your face buried in the palms of your hands, crying lile there was no tomorrow. When he asked you what was wrong you started rambling on about how you were supposed to hand in the final report by tomorrow but you had forgotten your phone at home so you had no way of doing the Maths.

"Just do it yourself" he said plainly but you shook your head in disdain.

"I've always been shit at Maths"

"What do you mean? You've literally been hired to do the accounts" he commented, crossing his arms over his chest. Jouno could tell how embarassed you were by the sound of your rapid heartbeat.

"Yea... well, I never do it. The captain handles the accounts himself, I just make sure the papers are in order and you know, restock his alcohol supply when it runs low."

The man sighed, taking a seat next to you "Good lord, why am I even surprised. Alright, I'll help you out. Wouldn't want you getting fired"

𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 (for the silly)

he's kinda bad with numbers too but he does his best to cheer you up

"Don't worry Y/N. I'm sure you've got this" the blonde smiled, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"No, Kenji. I can't do this right now" you sighd, discarding your fountain pen somewhere on top of the papers.

"I really wish I could help, but I doubt I'm the right person for that. Maybe you could ask Kunikida to help"

But of course you couldn't ask Kunikida to help; you weren't in the mood to get scolded again. Leaning back into your chair, your gaze skimmed over the room when you eventually spotted Ranpo at his desk. He was mindlessly flipping through a paper, sucking on his lollipop.

"Kenji, I bet you a gallon of milk that Ranpo's gonna this for me if I give him the slice of cake I bought for lunch"

Your colleague only smiled on response, nodding "I'm really sure he will"

[danicamaximoff]

Pretend To Be Nice | Chapter Four

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Chapter Four: 70's Funk?

Summary: A few months after forming their band "The Pussycats", Hazel and her friends PJ and Josie get noticed by a record label, and are quickly skyrocketed into fame. It's a dream come true for them, and all three of their lives are flipped upside down. Their quick arrival on the scene quickly draws the attention of many other artists and bands, including a popular girl band called "Nymphology". Unfortunately for Hazel, a mix-up and unintentional awful encounter ends up creating tension between the two groups right before they all leave for Nymphology's upcoming tour. Now forced to frequently interact with someone who she was convinced couldn't stand her, Hazel is desperately trying to fix things with the band's lead guitarist. However it doesn't help that Y/N is actively avoiding Hazel as much as possible, and the fact that Hazel found her insanely hot definitely didn't make things any easier.

Warnings: angst, rockstar au, eventual smut, slowburn, swearing, occasional alcohol mentions/use

Word Count: 4377

“Should we get mac and cheese?” Josie asks as she pushes the shopping cart as her and Hazel wander through the grocery store aisles to get a few snacks and food for their hotel room.

“Like the microwave one or the stove one?” Hazel asks as she furrows her brows.

“Either one.” Josie says as she shrugs.

“Josie, we don't have a stove in the hotel.” Hazel says as she shakes her head. “Or literally any cooking items.”

“You can make boxed mac in the microwave, I do it all the time at Sarah Lawrence.” Josie says with a shrug as she looks at Hazel.

“That sounds disgusting.” Hazel says as she scrunches up her face a bit.

“I mean it tastes the same for the most part, mac is mac. You just have to get the shell ones or sometimes the noodles clump together and then I guess it’s a little weird.” Josie says as she grabs a few boxes of mac and cheese as well as the microwavable cups.

“Do you know when we hear from Wyatt if we get a record deal or not? Oh shit.” Hazel asks as she absentmindedly runs her hand along the shelf tags, eyes going wide as she accidentally knocks a few of them to the ground, mentally panicking as she immediately grabs them and starts trying to put them back in their spots. “Oh hey, we should get gummy worms too.”

“I mean the meeting is today, so we should find out soon.” Josie says as she shrugs. “What happens if they sign us?”

“I dunno? We make a record?” Hazel says as she looks over at Josie.

“No, like, are we staying in the hotel the whole time? I don’t want to live in a hotel.” Josie says as she gives Hazel a look.

“I mean we’d probably get an apartment, wouldn’t we?” Hazel says as she gets a confused look.

“I can’t afford Los Angeles!” Josie says as her eyes go wide in horror. “I can barely afford mac and cheese! How am I supposed to pay for an apartment?”

“Well they would pay us right? Plus it’s cool, if we get signed I can probably ask my mom to chip in or something. I’m pretty sure she has a beach house out here that she vacations at with boyfriends. My dad bought it for her when they were still together as an “I’m Sorry I Cheated” house. I heard them fighting about it in middle school.” Hazel says as she shrugs. “I can see if we can use it or something.”

“You never told me your dad cheated?” Josie asks with a confused and shocked look on her face.

“Well, yeah. You never asked, I didn’t think it was important.” Hazel says as she shrugs.

“I mean, you don’t have to, but I would tell you if something like that happened. You’re one of my best friends.” Josie says with a shrug.

“Wait, really?” Hazel says as she gets a surprised look on her face.

“Hazel, we’re literally in a band together and we hang out all the time.” Josie says as she gives Hazel a funny look.

“Yeah but I thought it’s mostly you and PJ doing stuff and me just tagging along.” Hazel says with a slightly confused look.

“What? No!” Josie says as she gives Hazel a confused look. “Hazel, you’re like the main reason the band exists, and I wouldn’t have come if you didn’t convince me.” Josie says as she shakes her head.

“PJ said you agreed to join the band because she said you’d get a girlfriend.” Hazel says as she frowns and gives Josie a confused look as well.

“Hazel, PJ says a lot of stuff.” Josie says as she rolls her eyes. “I love her, but she just talks to talk half the time. I never even wanted to be in a band, it scares the crap out of me, dude. I know I complained about the bowling alley a lot, but playing at the party was like the worst stage fright I’ve ever experienced.” Josie says as she shakes her head while grabbing a few grocery items off the shelves and into the cart she was pushing.

“But then why’d you-” Hazel starts to say before Josie cuts her off.

“Because I remembered you had always wanted to be in a band. Didn’t you have an obsession with Kiss or something when you were younger?” Josie says as she glances at Hazel.

  “I did, I went as Paul Simmons for Halloween one year.” Hazel says as she nods.

“See? That’s why I joined. You love music, and you do all the hard stuff like getting outfits and gigs and everything, I just have to show up and play, which is good because I think if I had any other responsibilities I would crumble under the pressure because I get anxious enough about performing.” Josie says as she shakes her head.

“I thought you guys didn’t like the cat ears?” Hazel says as she furrows her brows in confusion.

“I thought they were kind of fun.” Josie says as she shrugs. “I mean, I wouldn’t have cared if we didn’t wear them, but it was a cool idea. And people liked it and it fits with the band name.” Josie says as she shrugs. “I think it should be part of our outfits.”

“Wait, really?” Hazel asks as her face lights up with excitement. “Why didn’t you tell me I was the reason you joined?” 

“Because PJ takes over, so when she says we’re doing this to get girlfriends, you kind of just have to go along with it.” Josie says as she gives Hazel a look.

“I was never doing it to get a girlfriend. I just like the drums.” Hazel says as she furrows her brows.

“Yeah, but you can also say no to PJ, cause you don’t care. She’s my best friend so I just kind of go along with things after a bit.” Josie says as she shrugs.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Hazel says as she shrugs, before realizing something irrelevant to the conversation. “Oh I forgot to tell you, that girl you like is at the same studio as us. You know, the one from Nymphology with the like-” Hazel starts to say as she gestures at her chest where hair would be if she had long hair, but Josie cuts her off as she starts nervously laughing.

“Oh my god, please don’t remind me!” Josie says as she stops walking and leans her head against her arms as they rest on the shopping cart. “I already met her, and I almost threw up.” 

“What? You threw up?!” Hazel asks in shock as she gives Josie an alarmed look.

“No! God I would die if I did! I wasn’t being serious! I was just a total idiot when I talked to her!” Josie says as her eyes go wide and she shakes her head.

“What’d you say? I mean it probably wasn’t that bad, you’re a very likeable person.” Hazel says as her face scrunches up in confusion.

“Well I saw her, and I choked on the water I was drinking, and then she came over and asked if I was okay, and I said yeah, and then she was like “I’m Isabel” and I was like “I’m Josie” and then I stared at her for like a second and then looked away, and then I asked if she liked water because I couldn’t think of anything to say.” Josie says awkwardly as she looks up at the ceiling.

“Well did she?” Hazel asks.

“Did she what?” Josie asks Hazel with a confused look.

“Did she like water?” Hazel says as she looks at Josie expectantly.

“Yes. She did. Everyone does, Hazel, you need it to live.” Josie says as she looks at Hazel a bit in disbelief. 

“Well now you have something in common!” Hazel says as she smiles a bit, clearly thinking she was being helpful, as Josie sighs and shakes her head.

“We gotta work on how you comfort people, dude.” Josie says as she gives Hazel a look.

“What’s wrong with how I comfort people?” Hazel says as she furrows her brows in confusion.

“It’s not that there’s something wrong, you just-” Josie says before sighing. “I just mean that if you weren’t one of my best friends and I didn’t know you, I would think you’re being a dick and making fun of me.”

“Oh, really? I thought that would be helpful, cause now you have something in common with her.” Hazel says as she shrugs. 

“I-” Josie starts to say before stopping and sighing a bit. “Thank you Hazel, that actually is helpful.” Josie says as she nods, though she definitely was just saying that to not make Hazel sad.

“Oh really? Sick!” Hazel says with a grin. “Oh you know what you should do? Mention moss! Because it can help you find water! And then you have two things to talk about!” Hazel says excitedly as they continue shopping.

“Hi mom!” Hazel says into the phone excitedly from her hotel room, feeling like she was about to pass out. She had just got back from the meeting with the record label, and The Pussycats had officially been signed for a three year contract, and if their first album did well, then that would most likely be extended. They started recording the rest of the album tomorrow, and the label agreed to pay for the hotel for the time being until the three of them found a place to live in. 

“Hi sweetheart! How are you!” Hazel’s mom says into the phone, sounding like she was yelling for some reason.

“Are you yelling? Why are you talking weird?” Hazel says with a confused tone.

“I’m on my elliptical right now, but I have a face mask and I’m doing that cucumber thing on my eyes! Annie said it will help with my bags and the dark circles! Annie, say hi to Hazel!” Her mom says over the phone, talking to her best friend Annie.

“Hi Hazel! How’s college?” Annie says in the background.

“No, Annie, she’s not at Sarah Lawerence right now, for that… that band thing.” Hazel’s mom says over the phone.

“Oh that’s right! How’s LA? Have you met Robert Downey Jr. yet?” Annie asks in the background, yelling as well.

“I’m here for music stuff, not movies.” Hazel says into the phone as she shakes her head.

“It could happen! If you meet him, tell him I’m single!” Annie yells, which makes Hazel roll her eyes.

“Yeah, sure, okay anyways, mom can I tell you my news now?” Hazel says impatiently.

“Yes, of course sweetheart! What is it? Annie shut up.” Her mom says over the phone.

“We got a record deal! The contract is for three years!” Hazel says excitedly, and her mother gasps over the phone.

“Oh my goodness! That’s amazing!” Her mom yells over the phone, though still clearly exercising as she talks. “Annie, did you hear that? Hazel’s going to be a musician!” 

“Yeah, I know! We start recording the album tomorrow!” Hazel says excitedly as she grins.

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart!” Her mom yells. “Siri! Siri! Si-Ri!” Her mom beggins yelling clearly trying to get her phone’s voice assistant to activate. “Annie why is Siri not working?” 

“Mom, why do you need Siri?” Hazel asks as she furrows her brows in confusion.

“I need to set a reminder to book a flight to LA!” She says to Hazel.

“What? Why?” Hazel asks, clearly confused by her mother’s sudden plans.

“Hazel, you’re going to be famous! I want to be there to see my little Witch Hazel spread her wings!” Her mom says into the phone, using a nickname from when Hazel was little, which makes Hazel groan.

“Mom, please stop calling me that! I’m not five anymore!” Hazel says with embarrassment.

“Siri! Siri! Oh for Christ's sake, Annie, I’m taking the cucumbers off.” Hazel’s mom says, before shuffling noise is heard as she seemingly grabs the phone. “Let me find a good flight, and I’ll fly out as soon as I can sweetheart!” She says excitedly, her voice significantly closer to the phone and not yelling as much since she was now holding the phone.

“No, mom you really don’t-” Hazel starts to say before her mom cuts her off.

“Do you girls need somewhere to stay? I assume you can’t be in a hotel the whole time.” Hazel’s mom says over the phone, which makes Hazel perk up.

“Yeah, actually! That’s part of why I called, I was wondering if we can rent out the beach house or something instead of getting an apartment, because PJ and Josie can’t afford rent out here.” Hazel says quickly. “We’d take really good care of it! We wouldn’t ruin it!”

“Oh, yeah, of course! We can sign you up for surfing lessons too, so you can be a California girl and get the full experience!” Hazel’s mom says with an excited tone.

“Oh I don’t really-” Hazel starts to say before she gets cut off again.

“No, no, no, trust me! You’ll want surfing lessons sweetheart! It’s very rockstar! Plus the instructors are usually hot. I had one a few years ago, what was his name?” Hazel’s mom says as she thinks for a second. “Well, I can’t remember, but I do remember he was very hot! We hooked up a lot that summer, he-” Hazel’s mom starts to say, before Hazel cuts her off.

“Ew, mom! I don’t want to hear about that!” Hazel says with a disgusted look on her face.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Her mom says defensively. “I’m just saying! They’re usually very hot!”

“Mom, I don’t even like men, you know this!” Hazel says, still disgusted at the topic.

“There’s girl instructors too!” Hazel’s mom says over the phone.

“Mom- I- No! I don’t- Can we go back to talking about the beach house?” Hazel says as she stumbles over her words.

“Alright, alright! I’m letting it go! Of course you can use the beach house sweetheart, we can work out all the details when I fly out. Anyways I have to go, I have a decorative bead making class in an hour and I have to change out of my workout clothes. I’ll text you the flight plans once I book it! I love you!” Hazel’s mom says before hanging up the phone, leaving Hazel confused.

“Decorative bead making class?” Hazel says to herself with confusion as Josie and PJ enter the hotel room.

“Hazel, there were the hottest girls at the pool just now, one of them was totally into me! I told you guys this was a good idea!” PJ says excitedly as she throws her towel down on one of the chairs in the hotel room.

“They looked at us like once, PJ.” Josie says as she gives PJ a look.

“Yeah and it was a “I’m totally into you” kind of look!” PJ says as she throws her arms up and looks at Josie. “Oh, Hazel, have you called your mom yet?” She asks as she flops down on the couch.

“Yeah! She said we can move into the beach house!” Hazel says with a smile.

“Fuck yeah!” PJ says excitedly as she punches the air.

“Hey guys? Have we like, put thought into what songs are going on the album?” Josie asks as she grabs a soda from the mini fridge.

“Shit!” PJ says as she sits up a bit.

“I mean I have, but it’s not-” Hazel starts to say as PJ cuts her off.

“Write it down! We need to have a plan for tomorrow! Fuck, Josie! Why’d you make me go to the pool!” PJ says as she panics a bit, as Josie throws her arm up in annoyance, as going to the pool had been PJ’s idea.

“Fuck, that’s not right.” Hazel says as she frowns and scribbles out the notes she wrote on the music sheet. She bites on her pencil for a moment as she thinks, before setting it down and readjusting the electric guitar she was holding and playing different note sequences over again as she tries to figure out the guitar part for a song.

She was currently the only one in the studio, PJ and Josie had left about thirty minutes ago to go grab dinner, but Hazel had stayed behind, determined to figure out this new song they were working on that had her stumped. She had already figured out the general beat and the chorus, but the more fine details and actual instrumentals to the song was frustrating her, as she couldn’t seem to figure out a vibe that she liked and matched with the vision she had for the song. Josie and PJ had tried to convince her to take a break, but she refused to leave until she figured this out, so here she was, alone with one of the electric guitars as she ran over the same section over and over again, trying to come up with something she liked. 

It had been about a week and a half since being signed, and they had been working constantly on the album, picking which songs, discussing with Wyatt, and had even decided to come up with a few new ones per Wyatt’s suggestion, giving them advice and his thoughts on what the album was missing. 

Staring off into space, she hums the general vibe of the song she had so far to herself, her fingers absentmindedly tap against the base of the guitar as she bites her lip a bit and thinks. Lost in thought, she doesn’t notice the sound of the door to the studio opening as she begins playing another random string of notes on the guitar, her brows furrowed in concentration.

“Is that for the album?” Y/N asks from the door, as she leans against the doorframe, making Hazel jump in her seat a bit.

“Oh my god, hi!” She says as she quickly turns and sees Y/N, heart immediately racing.

“Hi.” Y/N says as she grins softly. “They leave you in here by yourself?” She asks as she looks around at the empty recording studio.

“Oh, yeah. Josie and PJ went to go grab food but I wanted to stay and work on this new song we’re writing.” Hazel says as she smiles, trying not to show how nervous she is.

“Can I hear it? I promise I won’t steal it.” Y/N says with a small laugh, a teasing grin on her face that makes Hazel’s stomach do cartwheels.

“Oh it’s not- I mean- it’s- I’m still working on it. It’s in shambles right now.” Hazel says, nervously stumbling over her words.

“That’s okay, I won’t judge.” Y/N says with a laugh as she shakes her head. 

“Oh, I mean- uh, yeah sure, if you really want to then.” Hazel says as she nods a bit.

“Yeah, show me what you got so far.” She says with a smile as she walks inside, the studio door closing behind her as she goes and sits down on one of the chairs near Hazel.

“Okay, yeah. Um, so this song is supposed to be like towards the end of the album kind of. A lot of our songs are like in the alternative category, but Wyatt said we should add more variety to what we have so far, so we added a few slower ones, and for this one, PJ said she wanted it to be more “funky” but not 70’s, and I don’t really know what that means. We don’t even have all the lyrics either, it’s very unfinished right now.” Hazel says as she nervously runs a hand through her hair, avoiding eye contact with Y/N.

“What are you working on right now?” Y/N asks as she scoots a bit closer to see what Hazel had written down so far. “I can try and help if you want.”

“Really?” Hazel asks as she looks at her in shock.

“Yeah.” Y/N says as she smiles and nods her head. “Nymphology finished recording for the day, I was heading out but I saw someone was in here so I wanted to say hi in case it was you.” 

“Why me?” Hazel asks, both in shock and confusion.

“Well we didn’t really get to talk a few weeks ago, and I’m curious about the moss thing now, because I think it was Josie? But anyways, one of the girls in my band is named Isabel, and apparently Josie brought up moss the other day.” Y/N says as she laughs a bit. “I’m just curious now if that’s like a friend group thing or not.”

“No! It’s not! It’s my thing! I told Josie about it because she likes Isabel so I said she should bring up moss because they both like water, so it connects, and that’s what I do.” Hazel says quickly as she shakes her head, before her eyes go wide as she realizes what she said. “Shoot, don’t tell her I said that.” She says as Y/N laughs.

“So you bring up moss as a flirting tactic?” Y/N asks with a grin, which makes Hazel panic.

“What? What- No! No, I don’t- Sometimes, but like-” Hazel says as she immediately stumbles over her words and blushes a bit. “Anyways the song!” She says quickly as she turns back to the paper she had been writing on. What is wrong with me?! She thinks to herself as Y/N giggles. She was rarely like this around girls. Fuck. She seriously needed to ignore the fact that Y/N was super pretty and get her game back. Except when she actually thought about it, that was definitely very impossible. Double fuck. “Anyways, this is the part I’m trying to figure out right now.” Hazel says as she nervously runs her hand through her hair again before readjusting the guitar again, internally just a jumbled mess on nerves and anxiety as she begins playing what she had so far on the guitar.

“And your friend said she wanted it to be what? Funky but not 70’s?” Y/N asks after thinking for a minute, a quizzical expression on her face.

“Yeah.” Hazel says softly as she avoids eye contact, glancing all over, eyes falling on Y/N’s shoes though, as the red converse had a lot of doodles all over them.

“Can I see what else you have?” Y/N asks, a bit more serious now as Hazel hands her the papers and notes without saying anything. She reads over, her fingers tapping against the paper as she figures out the beat and the drum parts Hazel had so far. “I think the only “funky” kind of part should be the guitar. But even then less funky and more fun. Do you listen to Paramore?” She asks as she looks over at Hazel.

“Wh- Yeah, I do.” Hazel says as her head snaps up and she nods.

“I don’t know if this will make sense, but maybe coming up with something that sounds like how their album cover for After Laughter looks?” Y/N says as she shrugs and furrows her brows a bit.

“I- That does actually, yeah.” Hazel says as she nods.

“Like, hold on, let me think.” Y/N says as she furrows her brows for a moment. “Can I see that quick?” She asks as she gestures to the guitar. 

“Oh, yeah, here.” Hazel says as she hands her the guitar, heart unintentionally racing a bit as their hands accidentally brush against each other.

They spend a while going over random chord progressions and different melodies, until after a while, they had created a pretty solid backbone for the guitar part of the song, that Hazel and the others could flesh out more later. As time goes on Hazel gradually relaxes more, being able to focus on the song and music helping her distract herself from her nerves, and allowing her to start cracking jokes more and actually engage in conversation outside of the song and music stuff.

By the time Josie and PJ arrive, Y/N was telling Hazel about crazy fan experiences, and wild things that had happened to her and her friends over the years, laughing as she mentions the time she had created a fake twitter account and started beef with herself and how pissed the fans got at her burner account. 

“Hey, Hazel- Oh. Hi?” PJ says as she walks in, doing a double take when she sees Y/N.

“Hi.” Y/N says with a smile as she looks over at PJ and Josie. “I’m Y/N. I’m friends with Hazel.” She says as she smiles and gestures to Hazel, the statement making Hazel smile.

“We know. You’re in Nymphology.” Josie says as she nods a bit nervously.

“Mhmm.” Y/N says with a nod. “You’re Josie, right?” 

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Josie says as she nods.

“Isabel’s told me about you.” Y/N says with a small giggle, making Josie blush and get a nervous smile on her face as she looks away, clearly worried about the fact Isabel had mentioned her to her bandmates.

“I’m PJ!” PJ quickly says as she stares at Y/N.

“Anyways, um, you should probably go, thanks for the help.” Hazel says quickly as she gathers the papers scattered around them.

“Oh, yeah of course, anytime.” Y/N says with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah, thanks. It was fun, I’ll see you soon probably.” Hazel says as she quickly gets up, immediately nervous and embarrassed again now that PJ and Josie were there.

“If you need any more help, let me know. It was nice meeting you guys.” Y/N says to Hazel before turning and smiling to PJ and Josie as she walks out, shutting the door behind her after waving bye.

“What the fuck?” PJ says in shock as her and Josie immediately look at Hazel, who was now heavily blushing as she fiddles with the shirt she was wearing.

I genuinely love writing this story its sm fun. I love Hazel she's so cute. Also I fr have no clue how record label stuff works so I'm kinda just pulling this out of my ass lmao. I'm like "yeah I watched Daisy Jones and The Six and can google basic steps for this, good enough" and then just hoped it would be accurate dfdhsfkjhej. dividers from @saradika and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more graphic made by me lol

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Secret's Out

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader

Word count- 6.1k

Includes- Jungkook has a secret, massive dick Jungkook, kinda subby Jungkook, 69, pussy eating, blow job, cum eating, passionate animalistic sex, cock riding, missionary, squirting, tummy bulge, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

This fucking photo shoot is killing me

The fucking open jacket, the no shirt, abs and chest muscles on display, silver necklace against his skin, his black boxers peeling up from the waistband of his baggy jeans

My best friend is hot

I know, I have eyes

I can appreciate his good looks and his body is fucking beautiful

Plus the sexy stares mixed with the cute smiles...he knows what he's doing

ARMYS will go feral

And I'm pretty sure he's doing it to get his makeup artist ex-girlfriend jealous

She's here today, she did his makeup

I dunno why he'd want to make her jealous or want him when he broke up with her but guys are stupid

Very stupid

He takes the jacket off, now completely shirtless and sits down

He drapes the jacket over one of his shoulders, then poses with his hand over his mouth

Jesus Christ

His tattooed arm is on display, the colors popping

I love tattoos and the whole sleeve on him looks so....well hot

I watch the next few shots, moving from one foot to another in a pee dance

I have to go to the bathroom but I don't want to just walk away

I don't want him to think something is wrong

So I wait until the set is moved next to the couch and I get Jungkook's attention

"Bathroom", I mouth

He nods, giving me a thumbs up

I walk quickly through the doors to the set, then I practically run towards the bathroom

When I'm done, I'm on my way back to the set and I see his ex, Hannah, coming towards me

Well probably towards the bathroom, not me necessarily, just in my direction

I feel like I should say something to her

Jungkook dumped her suddenly and I'm sure she's hurt

And it must suck to have to keep working with someone who hurt you

"Hey Hannah. I'm sorry about you and Jungkook", I say, as she starts to pass me

She stops, sneering at me, "Yeah I bet you fucking are"

Uh what the fuck?

Why is she being such a shit head?

I'm actually being nice

I didn't have to say shit to her

I could of just ignored her

Fuck me for trying to be nice

"Yeah I don't know what that's supposed to mean but fuck you", I snap, "I'm trying to be nice-"

"I don't need you to be nice. I need you to get the fuck out of my face"

Ok, now, I'm pissed

I didn't do shit to this bitch

"What the fuck is your problem?", I snarl

"Like you don't know!"

Is she stupid?

Obviously I don't know if I'm asking her

"I don't know you moron, that's why I'm asking!"

"Yeah right! Like you don't know the reason Jungkook broke up with me is because of you"

I raise my eyebrows in shock

Because of me?

He never said they broke up because of me

I didn't do anything

I didn't give him any problems about her or tell him anything negative about her either

I supported him

So what the fuck is he using me as an excuse for?

"Me?", I gape

She narrows her eyes at me, "Yes you! He didn't tell you what he did?"

Uh no, only that he broke up with her

He said he wasn't feeling it or her and ended it

I shake my head

"He fucking yelled your name during sex!"

I cannot even describe the amount of shock running through me right now

"Excuse me?", I whisper

"He yelled your name! When he came, he yelled your name! He was thinking about you!", she snaps, "I was so hurt but I was still going to forgive him. Until he told me"

Told her what?

What did he say that made her hate me so vehemently?

"He told you what?"

"That he fucking loves you!", she spits hatefully, "He said he's in love with you for as long as he can remember"

My heart drops to my feet

No, no way

It's not possible

I would of known, I would of seen it

Felt it

Right?

"He told me that he was trying to date to get over you. Like an experiment. But it didn't work. Our whole relationship he just wanted you. He never had feelings for me. And he didn't want to try anymore. He broke my heart because of you"

I feel like I'm hearing what she's saying but my brain isn't processing it

I feel like that loading meme that's popular but it's happening for real

"So don't come here with your bullshit sorries. I don't believe you. Stay the fuck away from me"

I can't respond

For once in my life I'm speechless

"Fuck you", she spits, then turns away, stalking to the bathroom, leaving me utterly flabbergasted

I don't know how long I stand there until my brain finally screams, "Jungkook loves you"

I'm almost afraid to believe it

My brain keeps coming up with reasons why it's not true

He lied to her

He used me as a reason to break up with her

He didn't want her to try to get him back so he told her he loved me

There's just no way he loves me

Right?

The door behind me that leads to the set opens but I can't turn around to see who it is

I'm still dazed

"There you are", Jungkook says

Fuck, it's him

I don't move, don't answer him, I'm frozen

He comes around me, peering down at me, "Jo? You ok?"

I lock eyes with him and blurt, "You're in love with me?"

His eyes widen and for a fraction of a second I see pure panic in them

But it's gone in a nanosecond

"Excuse me?"

"You're in love with me", I repeat

"Jo what the fuck-", he starts

"Hannah told me"

He rolls his eyes, but it's forced, "Don't listen to her. She's pissed at me"

"She said you called my name when you came. She said you told her you're in love with me"

I don't know why I'm just stating these things like this

Just matter of fact, like all this didn't shake me to my core

Didn't make me hope

Must be the shock

He laughs, shaking his head, "No I didn't"

He's lying, I realize

His laugh isn't genuine

It's a nervous laugh

His eyes are darting everywhere, he keeps shifting on his feet, his hand is in the back of his hair like when he's caught lying

Oh my god it's true

He loves me

"C'mon Jo, you know I love you. But not-"

I don't even think, I just step closer to him, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him

The millisecond his lips touch mine, it's like I'm floating, like everything finally makes sense

I've waited a life time for this

And like I suspected, he doesn't pull away

Instead his arms drop around my body, pulling me closer to him, kissing me back hard

His tongue finds its way against mine, deepening the kiss, his lip ring cool against the side of my lip

My head is spinning, Jungkook the only thing in it

I don't want to stop but I kinda need to breathe so I reluctantly break the kiss

I look up at him to find him looking at me in complete shock

"Don't lie to me", I whisper

He swallows hard but nods, saying so very softly, "I'm so fucking in love with you"

I close my eyes, letting the words wash over me

Then I open my eyes, look right in his and say, "I'm so fucking in love with you Jungkook"

Surprise enters his beautiful brown eyes, "Are...are you serious?"

I nod, "Yeah Kookie. I've always loved you like that"

"I've always loved you like that too Jo", he tells me, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you're famous Kookie. You can have any of the beautiful idols and hell even American artists you want. I'm just your normal boring best friend. I never thought you'd feel the same way"

He shakes his head, "I've only ever felt this way for you. I tried to date other people Jo, I tried to get over you, I tried to feel this way with someone else but I never do. You're the only one I feel this way about. The only one I feel this way with. I can't even express how much I love you"

"I know how much Kookie. If it's as much as I love you, I know", I tell him

He nods, stammering, "Ok. Ok...you...we...are we.."

"Together?", I finish

"Yeah. Are we?"

"Do you want to be?", I ask

"So fucking much", he answers immediately

I smile at him, "Well I want that so fucking much too"

"Ok..you're....you're mine?", he asks so cutely, like he needs confirmation

"Yes", I clarify, "Are you mine?"

"Yes", he says rapidly, "Always"

I'm so fucking happy, I'm delirious

I never thought he'd ever see me like I see him but apparently he always did

And I was blind to it

Guess I'm very stupid too

"Good", I say, "Now that that's settled..."

I pull him back towards me and he immediately comes, his lips against mine again

My god, I'm never going to get enough of his kisses

Never

They feel so good, like I'm where I belong, like I'm home

His arms wrap around me, keeping me against him as the kiss continues

"You have got to be fucking kidding me"

We reluctantly pull away, turning towards Hannah, who's fuming

"Though you said you didn't know how he feels about you, you fucking liar"

"I didn't", I growl, not liking how she's talking to me

She's acting like I actively took Jungkook from her when I had no idea about his feelings

"Looks like you got really comfortable kissing my ex in the span of five minutes"

"You mean kissing my best friend who's now my boyfriend", I snap

"Move on fast huh Jungkook? Like a fucking man whore"

He rolls his eyes, "Oh fuck off Hannah. You know how I feel about her. You think I'm gonna say no when she tells me she feels the same? Because if you do then you're really dumb"

"Fuck you. I hate both of you"

I mean I don't care if she hates me

Doesn't bother me in the slightest

"I'm sorry Hannah", he says, "I don't know how many times I can apologize to you. I didn't mean to hurt you and I'm sorry but I broke up with you because I didn't have feelings for you. Would you rather I lied and stayed with you?"

"I would rather you had feelings for me and forgot about her", she spits

He just shakes his head, "I would never forget about her. I'm sorry it didn't work out the way you wanted it too"

"Yeah, you seem real sorry", she snarls, "Just fuck off"

He just sighs as she walks back to the set

"That went well", I giggle

He laughs, shaking his head, "As good as it'll get"

"Now, where were we?"

"Hmm", he smirks, leaning down, his lips against mine, "Right about here"

"So kiss me"

And he does

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"Fuck baby, let me get the door open", he groans, as I press kiss after kiss to his gorgeous neck

"You were the one who wanted to carry me", I remind him, squeezing my legs that are around his waist

As soon as we got out of his car, he kissed me, picking me up and carrying me to his apartment

He just pulled away from my lips to try to get the door open but I need to kiss him somewhere

So neck it is

I'm getting all the right spots as his body is shivering with each kiss and I memorize where they are so I can make him feel good all the time

I drag my lips to his strong jaw, spreading kisses all over him as he finally gets the key in the door

I hear the locks turn and the door open

Barking fills the hallway as Jungkook shuts and locks the door

I feel puppy paws on my leg and pull away from Jungkook long enough to look down

Bam is barking excitedly, standing on his back legs, his front ones on mine and Jungkook's legs, his tail wagging like crazy

"Bam down", Jungkook commands, but Bam ignores him

I giggle, reaching down and petting Bam on the head

"Hi Bammi", I coo

Jungkook rolls his eyes, "Bam gets all your attention now huh?"

"Oh stop", I laugh, kissing his soft lips, "I'm just saying hi. Don't be jealous of your dog"

He huffs as he puts me down and it's the cutest thing in the world

"I gotta feed him. Hold on ok?"

I nod, kneeling down to hug Bam while Jungkook goes in the kitchen

Bam's such a cuddle bug, he loves to be hugged, petted, kissed

He thinks he's a tiny dog

"Bam! Food!", Jungkook calls

Bam takes off towards the kitchen running right past Jungkook as he comes out

He immediately comes over to me, picking me up and making his way to his bedroom

"You're all mine now"

"Always Kookie", I answer

He smiles, then he's kissing me and I'm in heaven

One of his hands lets me go and I hear the door to his room open

He walks in, our lips still against each others as he kicks the door closed

Getting us on his bed, he moves on top of me, his lips trailing down to my jaw

"Mine", he whispers

"Yeah Kookie", I confirm

"Fuck baby, I tried so hard to get you to notice me", he murmurs, kisses all over my neck now, "It was driving me fucking crazy when you wouldn't notice. I had to invite you to this shoot in hopes you'd notice me"

Wait, he planned that?

Then he was acting sexy....

"You were acting sexy like that for me?"

He nods, his lips sending shivers all over my body, "So you'd notice me. Did it work?"

"Nnn..no", I tell him, lifting his face to mine, "I noticed you when we were fifteen and I started noticing guys existed. I've noticed everyday since then, wanted just you every day since then. I don't need a sexy photo shoot to notice you baby"

He smiles softly, "I've wanted you since we were teenagers too baby. I used to think about you all the time when I was training for BTS, wishing you could be with me, wanting to make you proud"

"Always baby. I was always proud of you. Still am. Always will be", I promise, "No matter what you do Kookie, I'll always support you, I'll always be by your side"

"And I'll be by yours", he promises, gazing at me so seriously, "I'll support you in anything Jo. I'll protect you, keep you safe, do everything to make you happy every day of our lives"

Smiling, I run my fingers in his hair, "You make me happy Kookie"

He smiles back, "You make me happy too baby"

He leans down, his soft beautiful lips against mine, making me melt against him

His hands trail down my body, ducking under my shirt, his fingers finally touching my bare skin

I moan in his mouth as his hands run so slowly up my body, sparks flashing everywhere he touches

I almost can't believe my body is reacting this way but it's Jungkook so of course it is

"Your skin is so soft baby", he murmurs, "Feels so good"

I blush, whispering a thanks which makes him chuckle

"You're welcome baby"

Well let's see if I can get him to react the same way

As I kiss him, I move my hands under his shirt and fuck me his skin is so soft

Has to be softer than mine

And he's so warm to the touch

I explore the expanse of his back, feeling his muscles move under my hands as he continues to grope me

It's such a turn on and I can feel the power in him

Bunching his shirt up, I pull it up slowly, his arms moving to help me take it off

I toss it to the side of the bed, my eyes drinking in the beauty that is Jungkook

His hands start pulling up my shirt but I sit up, stopping him, mesmerized by his muscular chest and of course his abs, the skin looking so smooth there

I put my hands on him and he keeps trying to get my shirt off but it's not working

"Please baby, wanna see you", he whines, tugging harder on my shirt as my hands run all over his abs, dragging up to his amazing chest then sliding all over his upper arms

God he's amazing

I know I'm going to be groping him all the damn time now

"Baby!", he continues to whine, "You've seen me already baby!"

He's referring to today when he did the shirtless shoot

This however is not the same

"Never touched", I murmur, "And I haven't seen all of you"

I move my hands down, passing over his soft smooth skin down to his sweatpants, pushing them and his boxers down

I can't fucking wait anymore

"But I didn't see any of you yet baby!", he exclaims, frustratedly

"Just take them off!", I whine, "Then you can do whatever you want"

He groans but stands up, letting everything drop to the floor

I can't do anything but gaping at my naked boyfriend

He's....perfect

My gaze scans to his dick and oh my god that's huge

Long, massively thick, so stiff and leaking cum

He's a fucking god, I'm sure of it

"Fuck Jungkook", I murmur

He ignores me as he gets on the bed, pulling up my shirt, "Take the fucking shirt off or I'll rip it off you"

Oh god, yes please

So I just smirk at him, keeping my arms down so he can't get it off me

"Fuck", he growls, pushing me down on the bed, grabbing the hem of the shirt and pulling hard, tearing sounds ripping through the room

I feel the fabric give way as he completely rips the shirt down the middle

"Move your arms baby", he grunts and I do, letting him get the scraps of my shirt off

His arms move around my back, lifting me off the bed, one of his hands talking off my bra

I'm laid on the bed again as he throws my bra somewhere in his room

"Oh my fucking god, you're so fucking hot", he gapes, his hands roaming my body, his touch sending every piece of skin into a blaze

He leans down, his lips pressing kisses to my sternum tattoo and my body feels like it's made of electricity

My body, on its own, arches into his lips, wanting them on every part of my body

"Fuck baby", he groans as he moves to my rib tattoo, "I had no idea you had all these tattoos. They're so hot. You're so hot"

I doubt that

Definitely not hot compared to him

His lips leave kiss after kiss all over my chest, his hands squeezing my boobs at the same time

He kisses down to my nipple, where he tugs it in his mouth, sucking softly

Wetness floods my panties as I moan, arching my back into him, my hand plunging in his hair

After a minute, he switches to my other nipple, sucking away like he does this all the time

"Fuck baby, your nipples are so good to suck on. Fucking love them", he groans

"Kookie", I whine, feeling so good

He's hasn't even touched my pussy yet and I'm already feeling so much pleasure

He pulls off my nipple, his lips pressing kisses in between my boobs, scorching my skin in so much heat

He travels lower, endless kisses pressed into my skin, his fingers following his lip's wake until they end up by my pants

"You gonna give me a hard time about taking your pants and panties off too?", he asks, his eyes lifting to mine

I shake my head

No I'm definitely not

"Good girl", he smirks, pulling everything down and off in one go, throwing my clothes across his room

"Fucking beautiful baby", he whispers, his eyes all over my naked body

I'd thought I'd feel shy about him seeing me but I'm not

I guess it's because I oogled him just like he's oogling me

It's fair

And right now my eyes are on his massive cock

Fuck me, I want to suck on him so badly

He has other ideas, kissing my lower stomach again, hands squeezing my thighs

His lips move lower and lower, his hands spreading my legs wider

I must be crazy but I want to suck him off first

I'm dying to have his cock in my mouth

Right as he gets to my pussy, I push his head back gently, "Wait"

"Joanne!!", he explodes

"Kookie", I start

"Why are you torturing me?", he whines

I know he's frustrated but he's so cute when he whines

"I'm not baby. I just...I wanna suck your cock"

"No!", he exclaims

"No?", I ask, my eyebrows raised

What guy turns down a blow job?

"No! Fuck baby, I just want my face in your pretty pussy, I'm fucking dying to eat you out and you keep stopping me!"

Well, I want his dick in my mouth

"But I want to suck your cock!", I whine

"Arrgg", he shouts

The next thing I know, he grabbed me and maneuvered me so easily into a 69 position, his hard leaking cock right in my face

"There. Happy?", he grunts

Very

"Yeah. You?"

"I'll be happy when you finally let me taste you", he grumbles

I don't answer, instead licking along his slit, tasting his cum

Fuck, he tastes good

"Fuck baby", he moans, then his tongue is buried in my pussy, swirling everywhere as he pulls me against his face

"Oh fuck!", I cry, pleasure hitting me so fast

"Oh god, so fucking good", he moans in between licks, "So fucking sweet. God baby more, give me more"

My legs shake around his head and I have to concentrate on his dick in front of me so I can suck him off good

Putting my tongue on his underside, I lick up slowly, savoring the feel of his soft skin

He moans in my cunt, licking up and down rapidly, like he can't get enough

Holding his cock in front of my mouth, I swirl my tongue around his fat head, getting a taste of his cum as I do

How is he so good and why am I noticing it?

Taking his head in my mouth I suck on it, feeling how wide he stretches my mouth open

"Mmm baby", groans, his tongue flicking my clit, making me moan against his cock

He presses the tip of his tongue against my clit, wiggling it, sending pleasure careening through my body

I push down his cock more, getting as much as I can in until he hits the back of my throat

I choke, pulling a little off

I know there's no way I can get his entire massive cock in my throat right now

That I'm going to have to practice

But I can get a little more than half and I start bobbing my head on him

His fingers dig into my thighs, as he sucks my clit into his mouth, slurping all over me

Using my hand, I stroke the rest of his cock, as I fuck my mouth on his shaft, drooling all over him

This has to be one of the messiest blow jobs I ever gave

But God, do I love sucking his cock

Sliding up and down on his fat cock, I swallow every time I take him in, squeezing his cock in my throat

His tongue slides around my hole a few times before plunging inside

My mind goes hazy from the bliss as I clench down on his tongue

"Mmm, pussy's so tight", he groans, shoving his tongue in and out of my cunt, "Can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock"

"Mm", I answer, pulling off his dick, keeping my hand moving, "Can't wait to feel this cock fuck me open"

"Oh I will baby", he assures me, "I will"

His tongue slides in and out of my hole while I take him in my mouth as far as I can and start sucking on him, hard

"Fuck baby", he groans, "That's it baby. Suck my cock just like that"

I smirk, continuing my movements

And he said he didn't want a blow job

Liar

His mouth wraps around my clit again, sucking as hard and fast as he can, keeping his tongue against my bump, blasting pleasure in my body

I'm gonna cum soon but I can't find it in myself to get off his dick

I'm enjoying sucking on him way too much

"Gonna give me that pretty cream that's flooding my face baby", he murmurs, before sucking again

"Mmmm!", I cry, my fingers gripping his thigh hard as I suck his cock like my life depends on it

My legs shake around his head, my eyes closing as bliss hits me hard and I cum all over his face

He sucks a few more times, then his tongue runs down my cunt, burying in my hole

"Oh fuck", he moans, licking and keeping me in pleasure, "Such a sweet pussy. Sweet cream. So fucking good"

He continues to run his tongue on my pussy as my orgasm tapers off, then presses a kiss to my cunt

He easily man-handles me, pulling me off his cock, making me whine

Turning me around, he puts me in his lap as he lays down, pleadingly

"Sit on my cock baby", he begs, his fingers gripping my hips so hard, "Fuck, I want to be inside you so badly. Want to feel you around me"

Fuck, is Jeon, Jungkook actually begging me

It's so goddamn hot

"Yeah? Is that what you want", I tease lovingly, leaning over him, pushing his hair from his forehead

His brown eyes stare at me intensely, biting his lip as he nods

"Please baby. I want you. Please, I waited for you for so long. Don't make me wait any more"

"I won't baby", I say softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips

I swear I will never get over how good his kiss is

He deepens the kiss, his tongue playing with mine as I hold his dick up, moving over him, aligning him to my hole

Sitting on his head, I push down trying to get him in

He's really fucking massive and I push down harder, feeling his fat cock stretch out my hole

It feels so fucking good

"Oh my fucking god", he cries, his head pushing back into the pillow, such pretty sounds coming from his mouth

I continue to slide down, my pussy watering his cock the more and more I get him in

"So tight! Baby, god your pussy is so tight", he pants, lifting his head slightly, watching my pussy take his cock, "Oh my god. So pretty. Your pussy's so pretty wrapped around my cock"

"You feel so good baby", I gasp

His cock is so fucking long, I haven't even bottomed him out yet

I move my hips in a circle, opening my pussy as much as I can around his thick cock

"Fuck, so pretty", he moans, "Pretty pussy moving on me. Wanna be stuffed inside you baby. Please, take all of me"

"I will baby", I assure him, holding onto his upper arms as I shove myself down

"Yes, yes yes!", he yells, "Oh my fucking god! Fuck"

His beautiful body shakes under me, pleasure all over his face

He's so fucking gorgeous

I finally bottom him out, taking all of his fat cock, moaning and feeling so fucking full

"Yes baby!", he yells, "So fucking good. God you feel so good. Throbbing so hard"

I am

My pussy is throbbing uncontrollably around his cock, we're such a snug fit with no room to spare

I've never taken a cock as massive as his but he feels so fucking amazing

"Please ride me baby", he begs, breathing hard, "Ride my cock. Please"

I nod, leaning on his abs getting ready

I'm so excited, knowing he's going to feel incredible

Pushing up, I slide up his long cock all the way to his head

"Yes yes yes", he moans, his tattooed fingers around my hips, looking so good gripping my skin like a life line

I slide back down, taking him all in in one shot, his cock splitting me open so widely, his head smashing my spot

"Jungkook, oh god", I cry

I move, bouncing up and down on his massive cock, somehow able to bottom him out with each move

And he's a complete moaning mess under me- panting, telling me how good I feel, moaning my name, sweat filling his hair and body, his body shaking with each slam down, gripping my hips so hard I know there's going to be pretty bruises

I watch him in massive pleasure, the sight such a turn on

I've never thought he'd be this way

He has such an aura of a dom and maybe he is but right now he's submitting to the pleasure

It's a beautiful sight

And he feels so fucking good, opening me so well, the drag of his cock making me shiver, making me so wet

I don't stop riding him, pumping my legs, wanting his cock buried inside me over and over

The sound of my skin hitting his is so loud in the room, I love hearing it

"Fuck baby", he murmurs, his eyes opening, staring at where we meet, "Your cunt is creaming my cock so much. Such a pretty mess"

"Mmm", I murmur, shivering as his head keeps hitting my spot over and over

"Want you to make a mess on my cock everyday", he begs, his eyes lifting to mine, "Please baby, promise you'll cream my cock everyday"

"I promise", I assure him, riding him hard, my fingers digging into his skin, "Gonna be on your cock all the time"

"Yes baby, yes", he whines, panting so hard

Each time I take him in, he hits my spot with his head, I get closer and closer to my orgasm

"So fucking tight!", he yells, "Fuck, want you to cum on me! Please baby, cum on me!"

"Sssss....soon", I murmur, continuing to play on his cock, right there

The next bounce has me seeing stars as I cum all over his beautiful cock

"Jungkook!", I cry, the ecstasy tsunaming over me, clenching his cock in a vice grip over and over

"Yes!", he screams, gasping for breath, "Yes, oh my god, you feel so good. Oh my god it feels so fucking good!"

The pleasure is so overwhelming, tears falling down my face as I grind and rock on his perfect cock

"Baby! Baby! Fuck!", he yells, tears of his own leaking from his eyes, "You feel so good. Oh god, it feels so fucking good when you cum!"

As the pleasure tapes off, I stop moving, gasping for breath, trying to get myself together after that mind shattering orgasm

Jungkook sits up, pulling me against him and flipping us over, my back slamming on the bed, his mouth against mine, tongue down my throat, cock still buried inside me

His arms move under my legs, pushing them to my chest and begins to pound his cock into me

I moan loudly in his mouth, my body shaking hard, the pure pleasure assaulting my body

"Gonna fuck you so good", he murmurs, "Fucking split your pretty pussy wide open every fucking day"

"Yes baby. Yes", I moan, my brain turning off from the pleasure he's giving me

"Pussy is so loud, so fucking wet. Drenching my cock, my lap, my bed. Fuck I love it", he pants, sitting on his knees, plunging his cock so deeply into me

I feel like my head is in the clouds, so fucked out from his perfect cock, tears flowing profusely from the bliss

He throws my legs over his shoulders, gripping my waist, lifting me up, his cock impaling me so fucking fast

"Gonna break this pussy on my cock", he growls, his eyes on his cock fucking me, "Fucking swallowing my cock so perfectly. I belong inside you baby"

I nod, gripping his wrists hard, "Yes Kookie! Yes"

His eyes lift to mine, "You belong wrapped around me. You're mine"

"Yes", I whisper, "I'm yours"

"I love you"

"I love you Kookie", I tell him

He leans over, kissing me hard and I fall into his kiss

When the kiss is over, he straightens up, fucking harder into me

I watch him fuck me and he's so goddamn hot

His abs tight as he moves, his chest flexing, his arms bulging, veins popping, concentration on his face

A fucking sex god

No doubt about it

"Need you to cum on me", he growls, "I need to feel you baby. I need it"

I pulse incessantly around him as I get closer and closer

"Yes baby", he grunts, "Pussy wants to cum. So tight for me. Throbbing so good. Cum for me baby"

His cock buries inside me, intense pleasure washing over me, blinding me as I scream loudly, coming the hardest I think I've ever cum

"Yes fuck", Jungkook screams, "Fuck, squirt on my cock baby. So fucking pretty!"

I'm vaguely aware that I'm squirting but I can't think through the bliss

"Feels so fucking amazing", he gasps for breath, "You're orgasms feel so good"

He keeps fucking into me, the pleasure lasting so long

I can't breathe, I'm sweating so much, my heart pounding in my chest as his cock barrels in over and over

"One more. One more", he chants, moving my legs around his waist, his thumb pressing into my clit, rubbing furiously, "Cum around my cock. Please baby, cum so I can. Wanna fill you with cum. Wanna fill my pussy with cum. Gonna let me fill you with cum?"

"Yes Jungkook!", I scream, falling head first into another mind shattering orgasm, right after my last one

Ecstacy takes over my body, uncontrollable shaking going through me

"Jungkook!", I scream, my throat raw, "Jungkook!"

I hear Jungkook scream my name, his cock throbbing, his hot sticky cum exploding inside me

I can feel every movement of his cock, every drop of his cum fill me and leak around us

I force my eyes open, the stunning sight of him coming knocking the breath from my lungs

Intense pleasure all over his face as he screams my name, tears flowing down his face, sweat dripping off him onto my skin, his body visibly shaking, his arms shaking as he desperately holds himself up

We finish together, both of us breathing hard as he pulls out, dropping on the bed next to me

I don't think I can move yet but Jungkook reaches out, taking my hand and pulling me to him

His strong muscular arms wrap around me, holding me to him, making me feel so safe and protected

Cuddling into him, I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat

"I love you", he says softly

"I love you", I answer, hugging him tightly

"My baby. Fuck, I'm so happy you're mine", he says sleepily

"Me too Kookie. I'm happy you're mine"

"Mmm baby, nap time? I'm so tired"

I giggle, "Well we did fuck each other like animals"

"Yeah", he smiles, "Was so good"

"It was", I confirm

"We can do it again later?"

He's so cute, his eyes already closed, his voice so lazy

"Everyday baby, as much as you want"

"Mmm good"

I just giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, "Sleep baby. You're tired"

I sit up, grabbing the blanket that was pushed to the foot of the bed and pull it over us

As soon as I lay down, Jungkook, moves, laying half on me, his face in my neck, arms securely around my waist, his leg thrown over my hip

I giggle tiredly, kissing his forehead, holding him and closing my eyes, feeling so safe in his arms

[thosewickedlovelies]

Conversation Pit | Dieter Bravo x afab!Reader

Rating: E for Explicit

Summary: You’re viewing a mansion with Dieter, and it has a conversation pit. Does he have the discipline to keep his hands to himself?

Tags: friends with benefits, SMUT: Dieter’s favorite dom appears 👀 could it be someone we know?; mmf threesome, piv sex, semipublic sex but don’t worry, edging (m receiving), references to sex work

Word count: 4,112

Note: Listen. This fic was supposed to be conversation pit fucking and then it evolved into something else. I did not do her justice. I’ll come back to you baby.

This is the same universe as Coping Mechanisms. There's no plot connecting the two fics, but I recommend reading it if you want more sexy Dieter smut 😏😌

Masterlist

“It feels like a little much,” you say. Your neck aches from craning to look up at the many elevated features of this house. Or rather, this mansion. The sprawling, avant-garde chandelier in the foyer. The ocean-themed mosaics undulating across the domed ceiling of a bathroom. An enormous space lined with hanging walkways and tunnels and little nesting spots, for who knows how many cats.

This latest hallway is nice, though. Rustic wood beams pass overhead at a more average height, providing a sort of cozy, normal feeling for the first time since you entered. Here’s hoping they lead to a similar design style in the next room.

“I dunno, I kinda like it.” Dieter slings an arm around your shoulders. “Lots of walls to paint, you know? I could make it my own.”

“True,” you concede. “There are way more rooms than I was expecting, though. Like maybe more than even you could paint on your own.”

“You’re right about the rooms, actually.” The realtor gives you an sheepish smile over his shoulder. “The owner’s kind of a character- it took some real convincing to get them to send us any pictures at all, so they missed a few things. But they left the house in great shape, right?” He beams winningly.

This realtor has shown you and Dieter a few houses by now. He’s pretty okay for a chummy salesman type. His methods at least included giving you space to think and discuss, which you appreciate.

Not that discussion between you and Dieter was really necessary. He was the one buying a mansion, not you. He just wanted you here for impulse control, and a second opinion. “I trust your judgment,” he’d insisted. 

A lopsided smirk overtook his face. “Even with your choice of fuckbuddy.”

You’d rolled your eyes. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

Dieter had shrugged. “Fuckbuddies, friends with benefits, booty calls. We know what we are.”

“Coping mechanisms?” you added drily. 

He’d given you a wounded look- always so effective with those big brown eyes of his. “We can be friends and coping mechanisms.”

You’d laughed at that, and now here you were, touring the quirkiest LA mansion you’d yet seen together this week. Or maybe offbeat was a better word. You didn’t really have any idea how to describe these places. Homes, but also playgrounds of the rich and famous. They’d do the place up how they wanted (or how some expensive designer wanted) and then left the next person to clean up the mess- to paper over whatever was now deemed- *shudder*- out of fashion.

Or to paint over, you muse, thinking of Dieter’s impromptu artistic urges.

“Now, you may think you’ve seen the showstoppers of this house, but this next room might just make you reconsider.” Standing before a door at the end of the hall, the realtor pushes it open and stands aside with a flourish.

Your mouth drops open. 

It didn’t just open up, as the rest of the house seemed to. This room also opens down. The beautiful wood beams do continue overhead, and the entire back wall is windowed, making the space feel both grand and homey at once. Bright sunshine streams in. The glass wall looks out over the backyard, which is less of a backyard than an entire valley, wild and forested, without a trace of the other mansions you’ve been informed are tucked into the hill. On the left wall of the room rises a stone brick fireplace; on the right wall, tall bookshelves. The sandy carpet underfoot looks thick and cozy.

And in the dead center of the room: a conversation pit.

Your mouth falls open again.

Is that even what it’s called? The word has a strange texture in your mind. Yes, a conversation pit; that architectural relic of the 70s. A great round depression, a huge circular couch set right into the floor.

It’s hideous.

Dieter hurtles through the door, down the short staircase, and bounds right into the pit. “Hey, check this out! A conversation pit, sweets! Have you ever been in a house with one of these?”

The realtor is prattling on about the other features of the room, something about adjustable lighting and special outlets. 

“I haven’t.” You approach more slowly. The staircase below the door hugs the wall, presumably so that anyone who falls down it doesn’t carom straight into the pit. The carpeting is so luxurious that you almost feel bad about walking on it with shoes. 

You carefully descend the two additional steps down to Dieter’s level. “This feels like a safety hazard.”

“Whaat? No way, it’s so cool! Like we’re in some classy old 70s porno.” In an instant Dieter has whirled to face you, grinning, a wily gleam in his eye. 

Your eyes widen with what you hope is a forbidding look. “No, Dieter. Absolutely not.”

The realtor’s cell phone trills, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Excuse me, let me just check this.” He fishes it out and answers, and his eyes light up. 

“You guys think about the house, okay? I’ll just be a minute.” The realtor heads back up the stairs. “Heya, Brad. No, no, I’m not busy…” He shuts the door behind him.

Dieter pounces.

“Dieter Bravo, you stay right there-”

The pupil in the eye of the pit is a cushy ottoman, which Dieter leaps over with unexpected grace. Your brain and your feet have different ideas on where to go; instead of fleeing, you stumble backward and fall to your ass on the sofa.

“Tell me you’re thinking what I’m thinking.”

“Dieter-”

“This room would be perfect for sex parties.” He’s practically glowing with excitement. He leers down at you, his shapely mouth turning up suggestively.

“D, that happened one time! And it wasn’t even planned, it was only because everyone drank too much of that Romanian liquor that Alexandra’s mom made her.” 

The taste of cherries had haunted you for a month afterward. It was nothing like the syrupy-sweet maraschino flavor that smacked of childhood sundaes and red dye 40. This stuff was as black as the fruit itself and tasted of summer at its height, thick and ripe and heady.

Normally you’re not so keen to head off Dieter’s sex-related whims, but something about this moment, this room, feels different. Like your body can sense how little convincing it would take for you to give in.

Like Dieter can sense it.

“But it could happen again.”

Dieter crouches and pulls on something near the floor, and suddenly your feet are propped several inches higher off the ground. You blink, and in a fluid movement Dieter is kneeling between your legs, at the perfect height to put his mouth to your ear.

“Just imagine. You’re sitting here, just like this. I’m sitting here. Just like this.” His hand trails up your thigh. You swallow.

“The lights are low, low enough to see the stars in the sky outside. Maybe we have some music playing. Lying right there are John and Diana.” Dieter nods to the plush carpet inches from your face. “I know you liked watching them last time.”

As if in a dream, your head turns to look where he indicated. Your face heats furiously at the memory of your two attractive friends, and the heavy glances all four of you had shared that night.

“He’s fucking her, slow and easy. She’s watching us while he does. Maybe she’s telling you to join in- to let me make you feel good, like she’s feeling.”

Dieter’s low, husky voice is a potent aphrodisiac, and so is the picture it paints. The taste of cherries seems to coat your tongue. You fight down a little noise of want in the base of your throat, your body tightening and squirming. Your fingers dig into the couch cushions.

“We can invite Samya and Vish again. And maybe Dani and Riley. They’re so hot.” Dieter sighs, briefly indulging in his own fantasy. 

Dieter’s hand has settled into a familiar shape- his thumb resting on your clit, but his fingers curled so the knuckles rest where they would normally slip inside you. Where they’d definitely be able to slide in right now. You can’t decide if you should thank or curse your past self for not wearing a skirt this morning.

“Remember how we could hear everyone? No one was hiding or acting shy, just enjoying themselves. Laughing and moaning…” Dieter’s voice drops to a whisper. “Diana was so wet you could hear it every time John thrust into her.” 

His lips brush your ear. “And so were you.”

His teeth graze your neck and you can’t stop your moan. He sucks on the sensitive skin just the way you like, his thumb bearing down, and your head drops back.

The bright blue sky brings you back to your senses. 

“Dieter!” You squirm away, gasping for air. 

He immediately retreats. He remains kneeling on the foot rest as you pull your legs up and together, attempting to regain some composure. 

“I think that courtesan part you played went to your head,” you say shakily. 

Dieter’s last role had been a four-episode appearance in a new fantasy period show. He’d played a queen’s favorite courtesan in her harem; but upon hearing inklings of a coup, she’d sent him away, leaving the audience with tantalizing hints that he wasn’t just a mere prostitute. The show’s first season had been a huge success, and though it had been renewed for more, the reappearance of Dieter’s character was still only rumor. 

Clearly he had picked up a few things from his character. You send him a half admonishing, half grudgingly impressed look.

Seeing that you’re not truly upset, he relaxes. “You like? There’s more where that came from.” Dieter walks his fingers up your calf. He smiles temptingly, his eyes still blown dark and beguiling. 

Huffing incredulously, but unable to resist smiling in turn, you shake your head.

“Ookay. I’m just saying, it sounded like our guy was gonna be a while. Especially if Brad is whose PA I think he is.” Dieter shrugs, the picture of nonchalance. “Wouldn’t hurt to do a little test run.”

“Dieter Bravo, I am not having sex with you in a house we’re viewing.” You laugh, a bit high despite yourself off the endorphins from Dieter’s fantasy. 

You turn and rise, making to clamber right over the back of the couch.

Dieter gasps. “Wait!” All trace of seduction is gone from his voice. You only make it halfway out of the pit, your knees where you’d just been sitting and your hands on the floor beyond the back of the couch. 

“Babe, this is the position we’ve been trying to find! Look-” He’s hushed but excited. Dieter scrambles up behind you, his hands appearing on either side of your own, his chest flush with your back. One of his knees further compresses the cushion beneath you. When you twist your head to look, you see that his other foot is leveraged on the footrest. 

Dieter groans your name, low and pleading. “Tell me you wore these pants for a reason.”

You gasp as his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your pants. LA weather means loose fitting bottoms, and high waistlines mean cinched elastic instead of button clasps. Dieter has no trouble sliding his hand into your pants and cupping your sex in a way that makes your elbows buckle.

“Dieter, we can’t.”

“Please, sweets, I’ll make you feel good- I won’t even come, this one will just be for you,” he promises. “You know I can be quick.” His voice goes velvety and dark with promise- with reminder.

Damn, but you did know. Dieter was a dedicated study; it didn’t take long before he could make you come faster and in more ways than any partner you ever had. The speed came in handy more often than you’d think. The man was insatiable, and his appetite could flare at any random moment- no matter how inopportune.

His persuasions are working. Your cunt throbs to have his hand so close and yet so far away through the barrier of your panties. You’re already wet from his earlier efforts, and the heavy drape of his body over yours brings your desire howling to life again.

“Hmmm?” Dieter traces a light circle around your clit.

You grit your teeth. The realtor could be back at any second. 

Dieter flattens his hand over your cunt, rubbing just so.

Your resolves breaks. “Fuck, fine- but quick,” you implore.

--

“Oh, this is going to take so long,” you assure him. Dieter moans, helpless to your designs, the binds on his wrists holding fast. “What’s wrong, D? You didn’t seem to care about coming earlier.”

“Please, please let me come. I’ve been so good, your pussy feels so fucking good…” Dieter rambles, sobbing, his eyes rolling back in his head as you sink down on him again, achingly slowly, taking him as deep as you can. Dieter tries to help, his hips surging upward like he can’t get far enough inside you. That could well be the case, given that his ankles are tied together as well.

He moans again.

“Mmn, you’re so pretty like this,” you sigh. Dieter’s chestnut locks are tufted from your grasp and dark with sweat at his temples. Red blooms in his cheeks. His lips are kiss-swollen, teeth-bitten from trying and failing to hold back his cries. His body is thick and strong beneath you, and you attempt to spread your thigh still wider, take that little bit more of him inside you.

Dieter makes a choked sound. He turns his head to the side, desperation all over his face.

It’s been hours since Dieter seduced you into coming around his cock in the conversation pit of the house you were viewing. As promised, he’d been quick- you hardly had time to break a sweat before he brought you that familiar hot rush of release. You needn’t have bothered worrying, though. The realtor took so long on his phone call that your panties had nearly dried out again by the time he returned.

But true to his word, Dieter didn’t come, and you’re pretty sure his hard-on hasn’t flagged once since then. Some part of him had been touching you through the entire rest of the house tour that neither of you had realized was still ahead. He was so worked up he’d canceled lunch at his favorite diner, and then looked agonized when he remembered that you hadn’t taken the car with the privacy screen. 

You follow his gaze. “What do you say, Ezra? Should we let him come?” 

Dieter’s favorite dom is sitting in an armchair off to the side, observing, loosely guiding, your activities and stroking himself with leisurely enjoyment.

Abandoning his own biology temporarily, Ezra approaches the bed. “A hard decision indeed, gem. But in my professional opinion, I believe that you should come once more before we allow dear Dieter the privilege.” Dieter’s eyes are glazed, bleary with desperation. You’d had one orgasm since the start of this session, but another sounded fine to you. 

“Should it be on his cock this time?”

“Hmmm. How would you feel about takin’ your pleasure on my cock first? Darlin’ Dieter got to experience it earlier; this time he can only watch, as a consequence of rushing his partner to the end so crudely.”

Surely that’s a little harsh. “Aww, I wouldn’t say it was crude. I did enjoy it,” you coo at Dieter, stroking his face reassuringly. Relief shines in his face, your words like a sunbeam breaking through the gathering clouds of his sudden anxiety.

“Oh, of course. My apologies; it was not my intention to imply otherwise. Nevertheless…” Ezra reaches over your thighs to give Dieter an apologetic stroke; then he runs his broad palms slowly up your body, Dieter’s eyes following like a starving man before a feast. Maybe like one of those ancient myths he's always drawing inspiration from- who was that one guy? Tantalus. Ezra tweaks your nipples and you shiver atop Dieter’s cock.

It had been your idea to text Ezra. On the car ride home, you’d suggesting upping the stakes, since Dieter had been so naughty in the house. He’d essentially already been edging himself since the conversation pit- why not make it a real challenge? (And maybe a little bit of a punishment, for being so cheeky.) Dieter had looked so torn, you might have asked him to choose between microwave chicken nuggets and taquitos for the rest of his life. But in the end Ezra was free, so you invited him over at three o’clock sharp.

Dieter sounds so anguished as you lift yourself off his cock that you think he might actually cry. You click your tongue. “You heard him, D. Consequences.” You lean down to kiss him, giving Ezra space to climb onto Dieter’s legs behind you.

“Stay there a moment, sweet,” Ezra requests.

Your breasts brush Dieter’s chest, and he automatically tries to lift his torso to meet you, forgetting that your hands are holding down his shoulders. He whines.

“Naughty Dieter, always pushing the rules. Trying to fuck me where other people might see.” You nibble at his neck and ear between murmurs. “Now you’re the one who has to watch.”

Your breath hitches as you feel Ezra’s cock notch at your entrance. “There we are, sweets. Sit back for me now, nice and easy.” His hands guide your hips, and you ease backward onto Ezra’s cock. A breathless moan falls free as you sit up, his length thick and full inside you. So joined, you shuffle forward just a bit- until Dieter’s cock rests against your sex. Dieter’s mouth falls open, mesmerized by the sight. He twitches, the movement brushing your clit, and you whimper. 

“Mm, I thought you might like this, gem. If it sounds amenable to you, we’re goin’ to use darlin’ Dieter’s cock to make you come like this, slow enough for you to enjoy every second of it, and then, and only then, are we going to let Dieter come.”

It’s delightfully ​​jarring to feel a cock inside you as well as outside against your clit; despite the pleasure winding heavy along your limbs, you manage to answer. “Perfectly amenable.”

Ezra cups his hand over Dieter’s cock and nestles it between your labia, coating it in your arousal and Dieter’s. The velvety ridges of him rub snugly against your clit- especially as Ezra begins to move. He starts gradually, thrusting into you with just enough force that you rock against Dieter’s dick at the same time. 

Oh, fuck. This is more stimulation than you usually get via both methods at once- it won’t take long for you to come like this. You moan in approval.

“Does that feel good, gem?” Ezra asks.

His thrusts aren’t forceful. Rather, they’re constant, unceasing strokes along something inside you that makes your vision blur; and all the while he holds Dieter’s cock against your clit like the perfect toy.

“F-f-ffucking incredible,” you stutter. “Keep going, like that.”

Ezra rumbles in approval. Dieter’s eyes are as round as saucers as he watches his dom pleasure you with both their cocks, and he spills out a steady babble of praise. “Oh fuck, you’re so hot, sweets. Look so good like this. Can use my dick whenever you want…” Every muscle in his body jerks and strains, but whether trying to come or in effort to stop himself coming you can’t tell, and you stop trying as Ezra’s movements pour brain-numbing pleasure directly into your skull and down your spine.

You squirm and sob at the onslaught of stimulation. There’s no escape- not that you really want it. You can feel your peak approaching, a tingling creeping up every limb like vines about to fruit.

“Dieter- Ezra-”

“Ah, the end is nigh, is it, sweet? Go on then, let it come- give us everything you got.”

Ezra’s poetry is obliterated by the roaring in your ears. Something breaks open inside you, spilling bliss through every crack and crevice of your body. You quake and keen in Ezra’s arms. For long, long minutes, it feels like it physically rocks you, pleasure pulsing in an endless flood. Distantly you recognize that it’s Ezra’s movement creating the rocking sensation, prolonging your pleasure for as long as he knows you can last. You finally go still only when he does, the rushing pleasure slowing to a trickle.

Sagging into Ezra’s arms, you shudder as the bliss tapers off. As your breathing slows, other sensations come back to you, including that of something clinging to- or maybe dripping from- your thighs. Dieter.

Your paramour is gazing at you, awestruck, a familiar dopey, dazed grin pulling at one corner of his mouth. You make a questioning sound.

“You comin’ set him off, sweet. That was some mighty, powerful pleasure, if I do say so myself.” Ezra’s rasp in your ear sounds thoroughly satisfied. “It seemed unduly cruel to deny dear Dieter any longer after such good behavior, so I took the liberty of takin’ care of him.”

Indeed, Ezra’s hand is wrapped more fully around Dieter’s cock, though both are now somewhat obscenely mashed against your sex and covered in his spend. “Oh, good,” you sigh.

Ezra chuckles. “I’ll give us a wipedown, gem. Then you can untie his hands, if you wouldn’t mind, and I’ll get his feet.” 

You blink yourself slightly more alert. Dieter didn’t like being tied up for very long after the fun stuff was over. “Mhm. Okay.” 

You help Ezra wipe the various fluids from all three of you. Your brow knits at the sensation of him pulling out of you, but Ezra appears unperturbed, humming an idle tune as he rotates to unbind Dieter’s feet. You turn your focus to doing the same to his hands.

A serene, almost cherubic, expression lay over Dieter’s face; with his eyes closed and his breathing deep and steady, he looks halfway to sleep. When you lean back from untying him, his eyes are open. You start.

Then you chuckle. “Hey, D. Feeling okay?”

Dieter lengthens his already long limbs and then contracts them in a wiggly stretch. He rolls over toward you, resting his head on your thigh. “Mmhmmm.” 

He looks for all the world like he intends to fall asleep right there. Honestly, the man resembles a giant cat sometimes. Or maybe some other, more exotic animal. Actorus libidinous.

A ferocious rumbles issues from what you can only assume is Dieter's stomach. His eyes fly open. "I'm so fucking hungry."

He appears astounded by this fact. Or maybe by the fact that he forgot his hunger in the first place- it’s truly a testament to how worked up he was that all other needs fled his mind so completely. (You made him eat a granola bar before Ezra arrived, but still.)

Ezra returns from the ensuite, and your eyes widen. Your hunch earlier was right- he didn’t come. Ezra’s still-hard cock bobs as moves around, flushed a deep red and still smudged with your arousal in places.

Dieter spots it as Ezra begins getting dressed, and his eyes go round. “Whoa, Ez, did you not come? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Ezra’s mouth quirks. Sifting through the scattered clothes on the floor, he extracts a pair of pants and begins turning them rightside-out. He gives an arch shrug. “What can I say, starlet? Your perseverance inspired me. I enjoy a good edging session myself; I thought I might wait until I arrived home to take care of it.” Ezra pulls his jeans on without anything beneath and fastens them snugly over his erection.

Ezra was an old hat at this profession. He didn’t entertain feelings of awkwardness or shame. If he wanted something, he asked for it. 

“In that case, send us pictures,” Dieter says. His eyes wander Ezra’s sturdy, shirtless body with wanton admiration.

“That costs extra.” Ezra sends them a saucy wink. He reaches for his shirt without a hint of discomfort.

“Worth it.” Dieter rolls onto his back with a great sigh. His mostly-softened cock flops over with the movement, dribbling a bit more fluid as it does.

Now dressed, Ezra comes over to say his goodbyes. First he hands Dieter a tissue, nodding toward his dick. Then he gives you both a kiss on the forehead.

“Perhaps this time I might allow the debt to be paid with some of the takeout you’re about to order.”

Thanks for reading! 💕💕💕

You grin. "We'll schedule your delivery for an hour from now."

The Romanian liquor is real and exactly as delicious as it sounds- it's called 'visinata', which means '[thing] made from cherries'. I highly recommend making a Romanian friend and having them bring you a bottle of their mom's homemade stuff, although I cannot promise that it will lead to sex parties. That was just wishful thinking on my part 😬🤷🏻‍♀️

Dividers by strangergraphics

[ivymarquis]

WIP Wednesday

I fucked off for a good while so I know @direwombat and @g0dspeeed tagged me and I thank them for including me in the fun even if Im a month late to the party 🫡 This is a massive jump in the single mom/blind date verse but the idea reminded me of a story I was told and I couldn’t help but laugh and incorporate it into the overall story. Remember to go to your follow up appointment after a vasectomy, kids

Tagging; @socially-awkward-skeleton @391780 @kneelingshadowsalome @ceilidho @glossysoap @divine--serenity @thanksbutno98 @luminousbeings-crudematter @deadbranch and any moots that I missed ;.;

Kate sits with her coffee in hand, watching as Love settles into the chair across from her, visibly pleased with the prospect of her own coffee.

They’re usually fond of companionable silence, a murmured morning in the greeting (Not good morning, as Love is never a willing morning person), before sticking their noses in their respective tablets and fiddling with emails and tasks despite this supposed to be a time for break.

Kate is neck deep wheeling and dealing as usual when she hears displeased muttering across the table. Glancing up, Love has her coffee in hand and a sour look on her face. “Everything alright?” She asks as the muttering continues.

“I’m going to kill him.”

Kate is not following. “You’re going to what?”

Love has a face as serious as a heart attack, eyes narrowing at Kate across the way. “I’m going to succeed where terrorist cells across the world have failed, and I am going to kill John Price.”

Given Love’s pleasant mood not two minutes ago, Kate can’t help but wonder what the hell happened in such a short time span that John’s landed himself in hot water.

“What’d he do?” Ever nosy, Kate’s penchant for learning everything has served her well at her job.

“I’m fucking pregnant. Again,” she elaborates while gesturing at the coffee with her free hand.

“Ignoring the fact that you announcing you’re going to kill him makes it premeditated- before you go to prison for the murder of a S.A.S. Captain, do you want to,” Kate pauses as she pretends to think, “I dunno, maybe pee on a stick?”

“This,” another gesture to the coffee, “is better than a blood test. The only stick I need is the one I’m going to shove up his ass.”

[artemismacaron]

Been floating around the Lore Olympus Critical tag and I gotta tell you, the second to last episode of this series is actually kind of a joke.

Like I *wish* any of what was going on felt like it was supposed to matter. But it just seems like I was dragged around being promised some kind of story to be met with what is the equivalent of watching paint dry.

Ouranos was set up to be the penultimate villain, the final bad thing, and OF COURSE, he acts just like Kronos in terms of childish villainy, and there is just no pay off to any of this.

Oh. And Metis and Rhea got summoned from the not dead anymore because... I guess?

And like, all of the fertility goddesses just fused together and are obviously going to win because girl boss power? And I'm all about that sure but... Mind you that Persephone is a totally shameless and advantageous person with her position as queen of the underworld. Hera is, putting it mildly, a bitch and a racist-- MINIMUM. Metis was extremely manipulative of her daughter and kind of to Zeus as well, not including the fact it was later implied she certainly could have done more to help the usurping. Rhea is probably the "least" problematic of the bunch but also at the same time IS SHE THOUGH?

I dunno, I'm glad it's over. Can't believe I made a text post about this, but I wanted to throw my two cents somewhere while watching my husband play Mass Effect 3 lol.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Percy jackson fic recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

In a Field of Dandelions by mrthology - Rated T

"You okay there?" she asked once she was closer, smiling in what she hoped was a welcoming manner. The man smiled back, still looking a bit confused. Nicky's breath caught in her chest when he met her eyes. His gaze was a little too vivid, his bone structure a little too perfect. He seemed a little too much more than human. Part of her wanted to run, while another part wanted to follow him to the ends of the earth and beyond. "I think so," he replied, breaking the spell. "Just trying to figure out day one, I suppose. I'm Percy!" ----- Percy and Annabeth's eldest child starts school. Percy inadvertently causes a bit of a stir, and Annabeth isn't jealous, not at all.

good does not equal Goode by vani_em - Rated G

One thing was clear: Percy Jackson was not Goode High School material.

The Overwhelming Specter of Your Mothers Book Club by 60sec400 - Not Rated

Martha Blofis stared at her son in shock. “What do you mean,” she said slowly, “that you’re married?” Her son fidgeted nervously. First, he ran a hand through his peppered hair, and then his eyes flickered down and away. Then he lifted them again and smiled meekly at her. “Paul,” she said, “I need you to tell me what in gods name you were thinking.” “Her name is Sally Jackson?” Paul said, his voice lifting as he weren’t quite sure what the name of his wife was. AKA Paul tells his mother he hasn't seen in four years that he's married. Really, the only thing she can think about is what she's going to tell her boook club.

Good Enough for Someone by bouquetofwhoopsiedaisies - Rated T

Paul was quiet for a minute on the other side of the bathroom door. Percy expected him to walk away, but he didn’t. “Percy?” There was something in his voice that Percy couldn’t identify. Something like concern, mixed with something like fear… something that let Percy know he had truly and royally fucked up. He felt hyper-aware of every sound, from the dripping of the facet to the shifting weight of the person outside the door, his mind spinning as he tried to map Paul’s position like he was in battle. He heard the tiny, barely perceivable sound of fingertips brushing the doorknob, and it made him want to throw himself out the window and flee to the fire escape. Especially at Paul’s next words: “Can I open the door?” Percy bit his already-split lip, not even caring at the pain the action brought. He stared up at the fluorescent light above him. He scrubbed at his eyes, ignoring the dull flare of pain from the bruise there. He didn’t realize he was crying until the salt stung his wounds. “Percy?” Paul called his name again. “Yeah,” Percy sucked in a deep breath, even as a broken rib made his chest feel tight. “I… I guess I could use some help."

Stars on the Water by liketolaugh - Rated T

"I dunno, I just think it would make a lot of things easier for a lot of people," Percy said to Thalia, when she just stared at him. His cheek rested in his hand, a rare pensive look leaving his eyes distant and unfocused. "Mom has Paul now, so it’ll be easier on her if she doesn’t have to worry about me mucking things up. Dad won’t have to keep threatening war every time Zeus gets his toga twisted. The prophecy’s done, so I won’t be bringing it down on Nico. And no one will have to worry about me blowing up another volcano."

Oh Sugar Sugar by mrthology - Rated T

After the Titan War Percy starts feeling under the weather - he’s always tired, losing weight he doesn't have to lose, is constantly freezing, and just generally feeling lousy. But he’s kidnapped by Hera before he can see a doctor like his mom wants. Then there’s the Quest to Alaska, sailing to the Ancient Lands, falling into Tartarus, fighting the Giants in Athens, fighting Gaea herself… Needless to say, he had too much on his mind to notice a few annoying symptoms that can mostly be ignored. It turns out Type-1 Diabetes can be incredibly dangerous, especially when you don’t know you have it in the first place. Now three chapters, and featuring a much needed Percy and Nico heart to heart.

Red Ink Checkmarks by liketolaugh - Rated T

Paul joins their family a year and a half after Smelly Gabe leaves it. Percy, to his own irritation, is still sensitive about a lot of things at that point.

he ain't heavy, he's my brother by mrthology - Rated G

Percy doesn’t get migraines very often, thank the Gods, but when he does they tend to knock him on his ass for days, regardless of drugs, ocean water, sleep, ambrosia, or anything else he’d tried. He just had to wait (suffer) it out. It was just his luck that his first migraine in literally years would hit when he was visiting his father in Atlantis for the first time after the war with Gaea. And instead of waking up with one and being able to hide in his rooms, he’d have to collapse in public, right after talking to his half brother Triton. If it didn’t hurt so damn much he’d be embarrassed.

To Sir, With Love by writergirl8 - Rated T

"Here's how the game works: Because I'm one of the lucky teachers that gets to have you from seventh grade to twelfth grade, I get to watch all you grow up. When I toss this ball in your direction, I want you to say your name, your favorite color, and what you hope to accomplish in the next six years of your life."

We Hitch an Awesome Ride by ariadnes_string - Rated G

Percy and his friends get a lift from some guys who might know as much about monsters as they do.

Five Times Percy Jackson Cheated At School by lammermoorian - Rated T

...And One Time Someone Cheated Him The story of how Percy chooses a major, gets a family, and accidentally becomes a superstar in the world of classical studies. Turns out, being able to read ancient Greek and instinctively knowing how to sail every ship ever invented is actually pretty useful in some fields.

percy jackson and the scrutiny of his coworkers by pqrker - Rated G

Jim turned back to the tank and looked at Marcie the seal, who was now staring at the spot his coworker had been standing just moments before with that same strange look of reverence in her eyes. Percy Jackson truly was the oddest person Jim Elpool had ever worked with. or 5 times percy's coworkers were confounded by his fish magic, plus 1 time they try to figure it out

The Boyfriend by Roselightfairy - Rated G

The cliche: Annabeth's private-school friend finds out that Annabeth has a boyfriend. The twist: This mortal already knows Percy Jackson, from long ago.

Not So Shore by bananannabeth - Rated G

Percy Jackson just transferred to AHS on a swimming scholarship, and Olivia is convinced that there's something weird about him. In order to get to the bottom of it, she decides to befriend him and his girlfriend, Annabeth, and drags her best friend Kelly along for the ride.

Gratuity At Twenty Percent by inkncoffee - Rated T

Amphitrite was no fool and she wouldn't be played for one. Not even by the lord of the sea himself. When Poseidon starts disappearing at night, Amphitrite investigates. She's not entirely sure if what she finds is better or worse than what she expected.

Deprivation by inkncoffee - Rated G

"Percy are you drunk?" Poseidon asked with a frown Or in which Percy hasn't slept in 72 hours and is surviving solely on Red Bull and blue M&Ms when Poseidon comes calling. Which is probably important, but Percy's brain stopped working twenty hours and seven Red Bulls ago so.

I hear babies cry by Eat0crow - Rated T

Percy's not adjusting well after the war. No matter what he tries, Camp Half-Blood just feels wrong. So, he decides to take off. Nico goes along for the ride.

Big Black Jelly Beans by Darkanny - Not Rated

Percy glared at him, pouting. He looked back at his dog as she chased after a bee. She was kinda bigger, he had to admit, but that didn’t mean anything, right? Granted, he didn’t really know where she went to most of the time, what with her shadow-travelling all the time. But when she was around he was very careful on feeding her healthy stuff…or the healthiest part of what was left on his plate anyway. She was not fat.

"the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room" by r1ptides - Rated G

“all I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorm room”

the jackson files by Ideasofmarch - Not Rated

Summary

Makin’ pancakes @makinbaconpancakes Does anyone know who the fuck Percy Jackson is??? Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd Whomst? Makin’ pancakes @makinbaconpancakes Check rachel dares insta story Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd k Oranges are spicy @ronaldmcd Okay somebody find out who this kid is right damn now. - Rachel Elizabeth Dare posts a video of Percy on her instagram story. it all just spirals from there.

family tree by r1ptides - Rated G

it's a goode tradition for freshmen to make a family tree for english class. percy struggles.

Please insert your (sand) dollar here by Sugarplume02 - Rated G

Percy just wants to pay for his Chips Ahoy with the sea dollar he got from his dad. Too bad it doesn't fit in vending machines.

The guy in line behind him just wants to pay for his Cheez-its.

The Problem With Field Trips by HopeLions13 - Rated T

Percy just knows things are going to go wrong when his eighth grade class takes a field trip to a dude ranch. They always do. OR How Percy got expelled from MS-54.

[fujimiiiya]

I cackled everytime I see JJK content creators with 'Proship DNI' in their bio and those yapping how yucky and degrading it is for many of allxyuji ships (when they are literally fictional characters that you could tweak however you want) but then seeing them making contents from weakly jjk leaks, supporting leaks, tagging their contents based on leaks publicly when those acts are legitimately illegal and literally threaten and are harmful to the livelihood of many real people behind jjk's production...can't help but think how fucking silly they are like gurl your morals are backwards at best, thinking they are better and thus okay being racist and insulting to Japanese creators who contributed to make allxyuji swept most of the 20 popular jjk ships? They can't even stop and think why Japanese artists are so enraged w/ the act of leaking chapter and the act of supporting leaks in whichever form (including making fanarts, memes, posts, tweets based on leaks), before it is officially released that made those available everywhere due to these dumb content creators who can't even hold back few more days to not publicly support leaks...Bcs it is literally illegal and highly disrespectful to Gege and all those working in JJK and most of all, stealing actual profits that are supposed to go to them.

Still wanna act all high and mighty when you're supporting in real crime? Oh. You think if those ppl working on Weekly Jump magz got fired then it's none of your business bcs you're just a fucking leaks reader? You just happen to make contents abt it before official release bcs everyone else also does it. Could care less abt the fact that it's illegal bcs you dunno those real people working for JJK. But you 'care' more abt your fictional blorbos being shipped with another fictional character in what would be unhealthy according to real life standards?

At least im not a hypocrite and have actual functioning brain and morals that can separate reality and fiction and understand which thing is actually harmful and wrong IRL and which isn't. Get your brain to actually work first before running your mouth and preach about what's wrong and right in fiction.

The idea of proship doesn't even exist in Japan because they are the people who actually know how to mind their own business and not judging people based on preferences for fictional works...and not downright being rude to strangers online...unlike some people from the other side of the world, obviously.