#i kinda want that blanket irl

[ariaricottoncandy]

VSZ Week 2024, Day 6: Home/Loss The loss part is the other two taking the blanket from Vi.

[moon-rivr]

after hours

pairing: professor miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: age gap, reader’s kinda clumsy 😭, reader mentioned having glasses, oral fixation, oral (m receiving), intercourse

author’s note: sry this took so long to get out, hope y’all enjoy though <3 (i do not condone student/teacher relationships irl, pls keep it within fiction 😖)

word count: 4.6k

The falling of the leaves and the chilly temperatures seemed to fade away with the stress of your upcoming finals week, the end of the fall semester nearing with each day that passed. While you'd done your part and studied the course material over and over again until you could recite it while making your morning cereal, you were just as panicked as any student would be. The exams proved to be easier than you'd expected, your studying proving effective when you got all positive scores back. Your winter break was mostly full of rewatching Elf and Home Alone with your roommate before she had to go back home, not wanting her to spend the season alone.

You went back to your family's house for winter break, spending the holidays watching corny Hallmark movies and catching up on the sleep that you'd been deprived of for the last couple weeks. It seemed like the stress you'd adjusted yourself to living to had finally disappeared, every fiber of your being just enjoying the feeling of being in the moment without worrying about what comes tomorrow or the day after that. Even your family had noted the change in your behavior after a couple short days, noting that you were much more approachable after you'd had a couple days to relax.

You couldn't help but feel like something still lingered over you despite living in that bliss, like you had still had something left to do. On the last day of your break, you'd realized that in the midst of the chaos that was studying and preparing for finals, you'd completely forgotten about registering for the fall semester. (despite the constant reminders from your counselor) You grabbed your laptop off your desk, rushing to open your school's website to get that done. You managed to get decent professors this semester along with a schedule that wasn't too straining, stacking your classes for two days so you'd be able to have the rest of the week to study/do homework.

You'd selected a couple decent professors after checking their reviews on 'Rate my Professor', only having to select a professor for the genetics course that you had to take. You let out a small groan when you realized that only one professor was available in the building for that course at the moment, all the other professors not even bothering to show up in the search results. You switched to the 'Rate my Professor' tab on your computer, typing in the name 'Miguel O'Hara' in the search bar. his review wasn't too bad at first glimpse, a 2.9 out of a five stars. Okay, maybe not the best, but definitely better than the last professor you had last semester at 2.5 stars.

It was only then that you realized what you were getting yourself involved in, most of the positive reviews being on the basis that he was an attractive professor. Different variations of  "his class is so hard but he's so hot!" popped on your screen the longer that you scrolled, the few useful reviews being a couple pages after the obvious thirst. "Made me cry myself to sleep, would not recommend" was one of the reviews that popped out to you, your fingers coming up to your temples as you resisted the urge to let out a groan. Even if you wanted to pick a different professor, the only course that had spots open for this semester was this one. What the hell were you getting yourself into?

You were sleeping peacefully, the warmth of your blanket enveloping you the way that a tight hug would when you felt someone shaking your shoulder. "What's up?" Your voice came out groggy as you woke up, eyes struggling to get adjusted to the rays of sunshine coming through the window. "Don't you have an eight am class? It's already 7:30," your roommate's words served to wake you up from your slumber, your back practically shooting up like an arrow as you sat up. "Ah fuck, thanks," you muttered, your feet intertwining between your bedsheets as you went to go get up. Your butt landed against the floor after you tried to get out of the mess that you were in, an indication of how this day was going to go.

You discarded of the blanket after figuring out the mess you'd gotten enveloped in, your feet matching the agility of an Olympic athlete as you rushed into the bathroom. While you knew that you were most likely going to be late, you wanted to reduce the amount of time which you were late by. You made quick work of brushing your teeth, the minty taste of your toothpaste filling up your nostrils as it got rid of your morning breath. Your hands couldn't work fast enough to rub in your body wash, your rag almost slipping from your fingers a couple times just from the sheer velocity. You’d even resorted to begging with the shower head, prompting it to rinse you off faster than it was doing.

You got out of the shower to see that the clock on your nightstand read 7:50, confirming your thoughts that you were going to be late. You peeled the towel from your body once you felt that you were dry enough, rushing over to your closet to pick out something to wear. You figured that those comments underneath the website were exaggerating, almost like you wanted to validate your decision for picking out a pair of grey sweatpants. After putting the bottoms on, you settled for putting a black hoodie on along with the first shoes that you found in your closet. In your rushed attempts to get dressed, you didn't notice that you'd grabbed two different sets of shoes, the two of them coming out to be a left.

You had to resist the urge to groan out at your situation, keeping the shoe that you had on before going back to your closet to find the matching pair. Almost as if the shoe could sense your despair, it managed to vanish into thin air when you needed it most. The floor of your closet looked like the aftermath of a hurricane, clothes scattered all over the floor with some shoes landing next to them in your search. You gave up on looking for the other shoe after you made sure to check in what seemed to be every inch of your closet, only to find it under your bed where you'd just been a couple minutes beforehand. While you wanted to reprimand yourself for not bothering to look there first, it could wait with the time crunch that you were running in.

Not only were you late, but you had managed to get lost in the first couple minutes of stepping into the building. Your feet make quick work of going up and down the stairs, your eyes darting across the different classrooms in attempt to find the room number that you were looking for. You were a panting mess by the end of it, and not only that, but it was now 8:15 and you were nowhere near where you had to be. You let out a small resigned sigh and decided to make your way downstairs to the information desk, your foot impatiently tapping on the floor as you waited for the line to disappear in front of you. Your eyes kept darting over to the clock nervously, like with the sheer power of your mind, you'd be able to stop time for the moment.

"Hi, what can i help you with?" The woman at the desk asked you as you approached, your hands almost dropping your phone as you took it out so you could tell her the room number. "Hi, I'm looking for room A143, do you know where I could find that?" You asked her, taking a couple seconds to catch as your breath as your eyes followed the direction she was pointing in. The stupid classroom had been in the hallway behind you. "Thank you," you managed to get out before collecting yourself, pushing your backpack over your shoulders as you retreated back to the hallway she pointed at. Most of your professors had been pretty cool with their late policy so you weren't stressing out too much about what their reaction would be.

The noises in the classroom came to a halt, the only thing that could be heard was the door closing behind you. You could feel everyone's eyes on you as you walked in, their gazes following you as you walked to find a seat. You felt like the newest spectacle at the circus, even the teacher had stopped what he was doing as you made your way through the vast amount of seats. What the fuck is so interesting that they can't stop looking? The class continued with what was being discussed after you found your seat, the subject on the board being about how crucial it is to show up to class.

"Before we were rudely interrupted, I was going over how important it is to be attending class. On time. While the lessons are recorded online, there are some pop quizzes in this course and I do not offer any sort of retakes for those," the professor spoke, his words almost seeming to be directed towards you after the unceremonious entrance you'd made. Well, that and the glare that he wore on his face after you'd come in. Your eyes darted down to his front row, already noticing his adoring group of fans nodding and smiling at his every word like he was a form of a god. You resisted the urge to laugh at the fact, looking back up at the Powerpoint he was explaining in heavy detail.

"Excuse me, can I talk to you for minute?" You heard from behind you, your professor resting his hand on your shoulder just as you were trying to leave. "Yes, professor? My apologies about being late, I got lost on my way her-" you started off, trying to offer him some kind of explanation but he was quick to stop that notion before you had the chance to finish speaking. "Save me your excuses. You'll be quick to learn that the world isn't accommodating to your every need and desire. Now, what I just wanted to say is that I expect you to act like you at least want to be in my class. I don't have time to deal with slackers like you, and if you thought this was going to be an easy A, I would recommend dropping out immediately," his tone came out cold as he spoke, the grip on your shoulder loosening to let you know you'd been dismissed.

You weren't even sure if anything you would've said to him would've been able to change his mind so you chose to leave while your pride was still intact. While you weren't an overachiever in your academic career by any means, you wanted him to swallow the words that you knew he was thinking. The words that he was implying when he told you he wouldn't stand for you being a waste of his time, wanting to prove him wrong and show that you were more than capable of being in his classroom. So you decided to make yourself focus more on his textbook, of studying his material more often so you'd have an easier time understanding what the lectures were about.

In that process, you'd also started making an attempt to dress up a bit for the days which you'd have class for. You'd asked your roommate to borrow some of her shirts, never touching the skirts she kept at the back of her closet. You figured that the shirts in enough themselves were enough to push you out of your boundaries, the cropped material a stark difference to the band graphic tees that you often chose to wear. You wanted to excuse it as it being that you wanted to appear more professional in front of Miguel, but the truth was that you just didn't want him to see you in clothes you'd probably go to bed in after coming home from campus.

You'd been rigorously studying for a days now, your under eyes starting to turn black with how much time you're spending in the library. Your eyes strained as you read the textbook underneath you, having stayed up until four in the morning the day prior to get an assignment done. The desk wasn't something that you deemed particularly comfortable in the moment, but you figured that it would at least be comfortable for your nap. As soon as you let your head make contact with the table underneath you, you could've sworn that thing turned into the best memory foam mattress. You turned on your alarm for a couple minutes, wanting to just close your eyes for a bit before going back to studying.

While you had been alert enough to turn off your alarm when you heard the screeching app on your phone wail for your attention, you weren't alert enough to keep your eyes open after you did. So much for staying awake. Your arms proved to be the most comfortable mattress at the moment as you laid your head down, your glasses making their way down to the tip of your nose. Your break was starting to be longer than you expected it to be, but you figured you'd just spend more hours awake afterwards to make up for the fact. For now, though, the least you could do was enjoy the serene atmosphere of the library and the comfortability of the desk underneath you.

You felt someone's touch against your face, a finger pushing your glasses up to the bridge of your nose. While the gesture felt nice at first, the person's voice you heard speaking to you was anything but. "Wake up, it's already nine," your genetics professor's voice called out to you, your eyes fluttering open in a frenzy as his words sunk in. "Ah, thank you," you muttered, still half asleep as you sat up to face him. You looked up at him in your dazed state, noticing the way that he was already looking down at you like he wanted to make sure you were okay. Or maybe that you weren't high, considering who you were standing in front of.

"I was printing some papers out when I saw you all slouched over the table, wanna tell me what you're doing here after hours?" He asked, setting down the stack of papers as he kept his firm gaze on your own. "Didn't mean to stay here so late, I was planning on taking a break from my studying but my alarm didn't really wake me up," you spoke up, rubbing your eyes as you got adjusted to the library's harsh lighting. You stretched out your arms, sitting up straight before fixing the scattered papers underneath you. You were expecting him to leave afterwards, but he surprised you by picking up the textbook you'd been annotating on.

"I can tutor you if that's something you'd like," he suggested, the string of surprises only continuing with how nonchalant he was being with his offer. "You don't have to do that," you muttered, starting to put your stuff away before you embarrassed yourself any further. "I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to do it, it seems i misunderstood your lateness as disinterest and I apologize. Please let me make it up to you," he told you, his fingertips barely grazing yours as he handed your textbook back to you. "Alright. I'll send you an email just to confirm and ask what days work for you, professor. Thanks for waking me up and the whole thing," you finally conceded, knowing that this was more of an advantage for you than him.

Your tutoring sessions with Miguel were on Mondays and Fridays which coincided with your schedule, so you could at least give him some kudos for his consideration. "Here, you're gonna mess up your teeth if you keep it up with those damn pens," he spoke out of the blue one day while you were in the middle of reading, his hand extended to offer you a cherry lollipop. "Thanks, I didn't think I was being too obvious with the pen thing though," you responded, taking the lollipop out of its wrapper before sticking it in your mouth. "My hearing's somewhat sensitive, thought it was a mouse in the walls or something," he explained, bringing in a lollipop everytime the two of you would meet up.

"Yeah, there you go. That's it, complete that thought princess," you heard from behind you, Miguel’s praise shooting down to your core as soon as you heard it. You weren't sure what it was about him that made you seek out his approval so much, the need to have him approve the work that you did. You could admit that you didn't understand the copious amounts of thirsty comments left under his Rate my Professor page at first, but with the way that he was talking to you now, it was definitely much more easier to understand their perspective. "You're improving so much in my class, I always knew you were a smart one. Nomas era de ponerte las pilas," his feedback was surprisingly positive as he read through your work, only a couple red markings on grammatical errors in your paper. (it was just about getting your act together)

You found yourself participating in class more and more often just to hear the little "good job's" that he would give you as a result, his attention locked on you as you explained the material based on what you believed it to be. You couldn't help but seek out the way that he looked at you more and more, growing enamored with the way he just maintained eye contact while you spoke like you were the most interest person in the room. You hated to admit, especially to yourself, but you were slowly starting to feel like those girls that just took his course for the fact that Miguel was the professor. Not only would his praise be consistent throughout the lectures, but he made sure to provide you with positive feedback throughout your tutoring sessions.

Your thoughts kept going back to what it would be like to have your mouth wrapped around his cock instead of the stupid pen you'd settled for, your drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth. You would settle for just warming his cock with your mouth, having him use you as some form of relief while he harshly annotated on students' papers. And maybe, just maybe, when he was done with that, he'd let you suck his cock the way that you wanted to. Your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock the way you'd sucked on lollipops, your mouth eagerly taking his cock. You could practically feel your mouth salivate at the image of him cum painting your face white, your tongue catching a few of the drops as you looked up at him.

Your fantasies seemed to come to life when he tapped on your shoulder after he was finished passing out the exam papers, his stare almost seeming to know what lewd thoughts you'd been having about him. "Stay after class for me, will you?" Miguel asked you after passing you the paper, making sure nobody was looking around as he spoke to you. You nodded along to his request, your mind taking you to the filthiest of places as you wondered just what exactly he'd want to do with you when you were alone. You could barely focus on the test that your grade depended on, the fruition of the work that you'd been putting in these last couple sessions with Miguel at the library. You nibbled down on the tip of you pen, your concentration regarding the test at an all time low.

Miguel wasted no time on getting you on your knees after everyone had left, your mouth eager to take anything that he'd give you at the moment. Your spit ran down the sides of his cock as he egged you on, his praise making the wetness inside of your legs grow. "Tan bien que lo tomas, princesa. Least you're good for something other than coming late to my class," his praise had the slightest bit of a condescending tone underneath it, but with his balls in your mouth, you were willing to overlook that small detail. (you take it so well, princess) Your nails raked down his muscular thighs, shivers running down his spine as a result from your overwhelmingly soft touch. It felt like a juxtaposition, your throat roughly taking his cock as your nails gently scratched down on his thighs before one of your hands wrapped around the base of his cock.

His cock pummeled from behind you as you were bent over the desk, tears coating all over the assignments that he'd just graded. "Sigue llorando y you're gonna be the one explaining why everyone's paper has tear marks on it, nena," he grunted from behind you, your pussy squeezing his cock like you wanted to milk all the cum he could give you. (keep crying) You wanted to feel some form of shame as you looked down at the papers, but even that was short lived as you felt his cock push deeper into you.

His hand rested on your lower tummy, the tip of his cock hitting that spot inside of you. "Pussy's practically sucking me in, I'll give you anything you want," he murmured, his hand pressing down on the bulge that had formed with every thrust that he made. Your hand wrapped around his wrist as you tried to push him off you, all while simultaneously fucking yourself back into his dick. "Trying to push me off con lo mojada que estas? Let me please you, just wanna stay like this a little longer," his grip on your hips didn't falter, slapping sounds echoing all throughout the empty lecture hall. (with how wet you are)

You turned to look at him behind your shoulder, the sight in itself almost enough to make you cum right then and there. Sweat beaded across his forehead, black locks framing his face as they stuck onto the sides. the white button down that he'd chosen to wear today had a few of the buttons undone, his black tie loosened as the end hung by his shoulder. You let out a loud moan as you felt his hips snapping into yours, his large hand coming down to muffle your sounds.

"Shh, gotta be quiet for me. don't want anyone coming in and seeing how good you're gripping my cock," he whispered in your ear, your pussy clenching at the way his voice dropped an octave when he spoke to you. A reaction that wasn't missed by Miguel. "That get you off, hermosa? ¿Qué todos vean lo que haces despues de clase? ¿Lo sucia que eres para mí?" His words almost served to mock you despite the decadence that his voice took. While you shook your head to try to deny the claims that he was making, your pussy spoke in higher volumes than your mouth ever could. You clenched around him tightly, a new wave of arousal coating his cock completely. (that everyone sees what you do after class? how dirty you are for me?)

His thrusts were unrelenting as he fucked into you, the need seeping out of his every pore with every kiss that he laid on the crook of your neck. "Could never get tired of this pretty pussy," he babbled on like a mad man, his words coming out as broken sentences as your pussy gripped around his dick like a vice. "Fucking milking my cock, i'm gonna give it to you though. Wanna see my cum running down your legs as you stumble back into your dorm," his voice came out strained, his thrusts starting to lose the steady rhythm that he'd been working towards. You were eagerly awaiting for that release that never came, chatter in the background bringing you back to the present.

Fuck, even your fantasies were having fantasies at this point. Your thighs were practically clenching together at the picture, your slick coating the panties you'd chosen to wear for today. "Are you paying attention?" The same voice that had been in your fantasies had been the one to break you out of them, his fingers snapping in front of you. While you didn't want to add more fuel to the fire that was your delusions, you couldn't help but notice that you were the only student that he'd called out. Hell, someone was playing Cool Math Games right in front of you. "Sorry, I got distracted," you muttered, trying to pretend like you weren't just thinking of those two fingers he was snapping fucking you dumb, his thick digits opening you up as your slick coated them.

"Remember what we talked about," he spoke just low enough for you to hear, the threatening tone in his voice losing all it's power with the images ingrained into your brain now. However, you could at least manage to give him a feeble nod to avoid making a bigger fool out of yourself in his class. He didn't seem satisfied with the response that he got but he let the matter go, going back to the lecture about how cell reproduction and mutation works. You couldn't help but notice that he kept looking over at you, his way of making sure that your attention remained on the lecture that he was giving. You were about to nibble on the tip of your pen subconsciously, only dropping it when you remembered what Miguel had told you about your little habit.

You made your way out of his class before he had the chance to stop you and ask what was going on, blending into the mass of students that were rushing to get out. You were already running through the different excuses that you could use as to why you missed today's study session, maybe that you fell down the stairs? While the lie was plausible, he had a strange way of reading you like the words of his favorite book. Nothing that you said or did went unnoticed by him, little ticks that you weren't even sure you had until he pointed them out. You decided to discard the idea of lying to him, simply settling with 'i couldn't make it' if he asked about it.

You could hardly face Miguel after the thoughts that were running through your mind, your eyes drifting to his lips everytime that he spoke. Not only was the way that he spoke so eloquent, but his lips just looked so damn inviting. You'd tried to get him out of your mind after the first couple times that it happened, eventually just giving up on the mission as a whole. While the dreams that you had started to become something normal that you faced everytime you fell asleep, the impact that they left on you was still the same. Little did you know that while your thoughts were running rampant, Miguel’s thoughts mirrored yours.

You were so close to him, your lips almost barely grazing his at this angle. It would be so easy for him to indulge in a taste of something so forbidden, your lipgloss just begging to be smudged by his own lips. It would be so easy for him to forget the position of power he was in, so easy for him to pretend like he's just Miguel for a moment and you're just you. So, he did and he leaned in to press his lips against yours. The taste of the all too familiar cherry lipgloss overwhelmed his senses the moment that his lips made contact with yours, his mouth eagerly savoring this moment. It was easy for him to forget about anything other than the way that you taste, the way that you feel. Well, that was until he ended up waking up by the sound of his alarm.

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(There's No) Dawn in Diasomnia | Silver

Synopsis: You accidentally fell asleep in Diasomnia and Silver decided to take you to sleep in a more comfortable place than the cold, dark lounge room.

Silver x gender neutral reader / wholesome & fluff / established relationship / use of "you" pronouns / silver is precious, pls understand

Word count: 1550k words / Warning: irl, not the best idea to take your beloved one to your shared room while they're sleeping / Masterlist

| Disclaimer1: This idea came to me while scrolling through a twst blog (that I think got deleted). It was a Lilia interaction and one particular phrase caught my attention: “Dawn doesn’t exist in Diasomnia.” And, thinking about how Diasomnia resembles the Forbidden Mountain from Maleficent… yes, they could possibly not have anything close to a normal dawn or light in the dorm. Or maybe it was just a expression and I’m reading too much into it lol Disclaimer 2: As you might guess, when I was writing this, way back to last year, I completely forgot that only dorm leaders have single rooms so the situation is quite ??? |

(There's No) Dawn in Diasomnia

“Ramshackle looks kinda different…,” was what you thought at that moment, still enveloped by drowsiness. 

Indeed, your surroundings couldn’t be more foreign — and at the same time, strangely familiar. You were lying on a comfortable surface, covered by a large, fairly thick blanket that probably must be cotton. It was obviously nothing like your usual wooden bed, whose mattress filling was getting thinner each day that passed by.

Well. It was someone else’s room in another dorm. But who? How did you ended up there? Still bewildered, you tried to grope for anything else that might make you better remember where you were. Suddenly, you felt an icy stone wall to your right and suddenly everything made sense.

Diasomnia. 

It was like receiving the kiss of awakening. All memories were turned full steam in your head to reenact the events of last night, when Malleus invited you to an extraordinary party of the Gargoyle Studies Club which you were part of. 

It had been fun spending time with the Diasomnia crew like always. 

You helped Silver prepare dinner — to keep Lilia out of trouble — and Sebek competed with you on who had more knowledge about gargoyles and grotesques in the quiz that Malleus prepared for the occasion. 

Even after the host of the party retired to sleep, being joined a few minutes later by his young and audible knight or when eventually the energetic “father” of the three disappeared from everyone’s sight, you remained awake with Silver. 

After all, you were dating and it had been a while since you two had any alone time. In this, Malleus’ invitation must have been his way of facilitating this reunion between you — you would have to remember to thank him later — and so well was it that you both kept chatting into the night. 

Silver told you a lot of his childhood stories, his training as a knight and Lilia’s misadventures in the kitchen. He might appear to be an airhead by nature but he had an excellent memory. Especially for the good times spent in the Valley of Thorns. Mornings playing with Sebek, afternoons talking with Malleus, and evenings with his father.

And it was in this light mood of good memories and Silver’s sweet voice that you fell asleep without realizing it. 

Faced with this fact, you could wake up completely and finally sit down in bed to better orient yourself. It was an typical Diasomnia room with its long stone walls, moss-green curtains on the windows, dark wood furniture and several alarm clocks around it. Maybe the clocks were particular to a certain person.

This detail alone had already been enough to make you understand everything you needed but a little bird greeted you by the window as if to say “it really is Silver’s room”. 

In fact, your newest bluish little friend wanted to warn you that the real owner of the bed was sleeping somewhere else — you just needed to concentrate on the snoring sound that filled the room with its warm and calming music.

“Si-Silver!,” you exclaimed when you saw your boyfriend stretched out on the floor.

Silver snored quietly, unshaken and comfortable with his bird feed sack “pillow” and the blue cloth near the bed he was using as a blanket. Perhaps from his experience training endurance, he was a little more immune to the dormitory’s cold temperature than an ordinary person.

Diasomnia was not cold, per se. It wasn’t a warm place either. The cotton blanket was protecting you from a subtle coldness of that weather, a serenity that brushed against your spine in a frightening way. It was amazing how Silver could sleep like a rock there.

You looked around, seeing three other beds in the room — probably Silver’s grade colleagues — but all unoccupied and well-groomed. If Silver had actually brought you from the lounge to his room, none of the Diasomnia students dared bother you or demand explanations of why you were there.

Some classmates from other dorms might say that you got much further than others who were not from Diasomnia: you got to actually sleep there.

Disagreements with Savanaclaw aside, several Diasomnia students had friends from other dorms — few with their fiercest rival, however. But there were no joint study sessions or chill moments among friends that made a normal person brave the cold night, the ever-present charged clouds and the ghostly candles of the halls.

And despite all that, there you were.

“Silver, wake up…”

You left the blanket behind and walked over to the boy, caringly shaking his body to wake him up. Gradually, Silver’s eyes began to open, and he looked as confused as you when you woke up. Even though it was a surprise to wake up in that room, you weren’t mad at him.

“Next time let me know you’re gonna let me sleep in your room, okay?,” you said with a bit of a teasing tone. Then came a pause, you thought more about this scenario. “Well... there’s no way you can warn me if I’m already sleeping but... um... so… anyway! What do you think you’re doing sleeping on the floor, Silver?!”

The poor fellow could only blink at the various sentences and different tones you were throwing at him as soon as he regained consciousness. It took him a minute to understand what was actually happening.

“Sorry. You fell asleep suddenly, and the lounge can get pretty cold at midnight hours,” Silver spoke from experience. “But if you aren’t comfortable sleeping here, next time we will stay there on the couch. I’ll bring blankets. It wouldn’t be a problem.”

Silver obviously wasn’t too aware that the problem wasn’t a matter of comfort — it was about you sleeping in his room. Apart from the hassle that must have been carrying you there.

It was a series of things that probably didn’t even cross Silver’s mind, after all his first concern was that you could sleep in a warm and comfortable place.

Did you need to think about the possibility of the situation happening a second time? A third? Were you being infected with the same ability to sleep anywhere or was your boyfriend just too kind and pure for his own good? 

“Well, as long as you don’t sleep on the floor,” you pleaded.

“But I can’t sleep with you in bed. It’s too small for both of us,” Silver answered, directly and honestly.

You needed a moment to pull yourself together — and not laugh at your boyfriend’s wholesome innocence.

The two of you got up together and, at that moment, your gaze got distracted in the direction of the window near Silver’s desk. By the time set on the alarm clocks, it was still early in the morning but the Sun should have already risen.

In theory. 

The window outside only showcased how the sky was colored in the heaviest gray tones. A light green haze surrounded the hill peaks and thorny vineyards around the castle. There was something very similar to light but it was far from the flash of dawn or some sort of morning star.

It was easier to compare the scenery to a rainy morning. 

“Is it always like this?,” you asked.

“Yes,” Silver replied, looking at the same landscape. “It reminds me a bit of our house in the Valley of Thorns. It’s normal for me.”

You pondered those words. The world you came from had places where the rainy seasons were really recurring, but there was still the feeling that the Sun was there somewhere among the clouds. 

In Diasomnia, on the other side, it seemed that there was no dawn. At all. You could only wonder how similar the Valley of Thorns — the homeland of the fairy from whom the dorm took its core values — would be in this regard.

At this, you observed Silver who yawned and scratched his eyes so as not to let sleep dominate him again. 

Technically most of the students in the dormitory woke up at that time to start training — everything balanced out since they slept early. For the boy, however, it was still a challenge in one way or another. Still, Silver insisted on doing his best and not being left behind. He trained every day to be able to protect the people he loved and even those he didn’t even know. 

You admired that in him. His gentle side, his pure intentions. 

Then you realized: there was, yes, an aurora that was born on the horizon of Diasomnia.

He was slow, climbing in simple steps but certain of his duty. Like a princess who walks back to her castle without complaint, like the Sun that rises every morning without missing.

You were truly the luckiest person who walked through the gates of the Thorn Fairy dormitory. Not only did you sleep there, but you witnessed the most beautiful breaking dawn. This one who was right next to you, staring at you with a pair of confused lilac eyes. Your smile was inexplicable but Silver still found it really sweet.

If he were honest, he didn’t need to see any sunny mornings if someday — maybe in the future, perhaps in an enchanted cottage — Silver could wake up with you every day until the last dusk of life. Since you were his dear breaking dawn. 

| Special Notes: Look, look... I just wanted two things: Silver to take me to sleep in a more comfortable bed (no spice, just a sweet innocent thing... in a universe where he could have a individual room) and to know if the Sun rises in the dorm despite Maleficent gothic vibes |

[jabberwocky-warrior]

Other ways they say "I love you"

///Magishift Club Edition///

Characters: Leona, Ruggie, Epel

Tags: Gendernetrual pronouns, Can be read as Selfinsert/Prefect/yuu/Twstsona, Pronouns used are only "you" ,

Tw / Cw : Implied relationship but you can read as pre-established, Food talk in ruggie's but only pizza mentioned by name, Reader/Prefect/Yuu is able to drive,

A/N: this is my first time writing like this. If I missed a TW tag please please PLEASE tell me. I am working on more of these with other characters. I wrote all of this for Leona and Sebek's, but it spiraled into more.

711 words | Not betaread | Quickly edited | tell me if i made mistakes

Writing undercut

Leona

“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile”

I think that regardless if youre Male, Female, or anything else Leona would still take a “protector” role. I think it's just how he is, not just because he’s a lion. I feel like his love language is protecting/providing. So making sure your fridge is stocked, You have a nice blanket for winter, and getting you a fan for the summer heat is more his style than verbalizing it.

I have this HC that he would pretend to get up before you both go to sleep to get water/ go to the bathroom but he’s really checking all your doors and windows to make sure they’re locked.

I think that the protective, caring side would lead him to prefer driving while you rest. It’s not a matter of thinking you’re a bad driver or not trusting you, it's a simple matter of wanting to do something for you.

“Watch your step”

He probably likes watching people eat pavement so I think its just a simple matter of not wanting you to get hurt.

He definitely holds the door open for you. Again regardless of your gender, he does this. You can be 3x his size he is still doing this.

Epel

“I’ll walk you home.”

A classic. Really this could go for all the boys but I can see Epel doing this clearly. He lives in the country on acres of land, surrounded by miles of trees. As someone who lives near the country, I can say It gets DARK at night. the street lights are normally a bit far apart and because there is less light pollution there isnt really any extra light. Trust me its not fun to walk alone. So having someone walk you home is super normal and more less expected.

Felmier family Headcanon: If Epel’s Grandma was out at someone else’s house his grandpa would go over to where she was when it got late so they could go home together, chatting and laughing as they walk. Epel’s parents carried this tradition on even doing it to Epel when he’d stay out late.

Even though you’re both at NRC and there is much more light at night, its no longer about comfort of someone walking with you and more about walking together. Just like his grandpa, Epel loves the time spent walking you to your dorm. The jokes and stories you too share. Just going over what your plan for the week is. It’s one of his favorite parts.

“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”

You don't work on a farm for your whole life and not have upper body strength, Okay. I think kinda like Leona, Epel is a provider or wants to be. So being able to help you AND show off his muscles is not a chance he will pass up.

Ruggie

“I saved a piece for you.”

“Try some.”

Okay, so both of these have to do with food and it's not anything you haven't heard before BUT hear me out.

IRL when you don’t always have access to food, Going out of your way to share your food and enjoy it with another is something special. But going out of your way to save food for someone is normally reserved for family. If you have extra to give, give to your neighbor. But when you don't have that extra, everything is for family.

Even if Ruggie is no longer worrying about food, those habits die hard. When he saves a slice of pizza for you just because he thinks you will enjoy it, it means something more than just making sure you’ve eaten. He knows you’ve eaten, there is food in the cafeteria, and in your dorm, and he even knows Sam would give you freebies if you didn't have food. So it's more about just sharing it with you. The experience of eating together so to speak.

I do think there is an aspect of it being about making sure someone he cares for has a full belly. Him wanting to make sure you never go to bed hungry or have to worry about food. I don’t think it would be his main love language but food is definitely one of his ways to show he cares.

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I don't think I wrote Ruggie's part right. And I think I could have done better in Epel's part but I really like this series. It's a little hard sometimes for me to find my wording. This is a problem I deal with IRL too so I hope yall understood what I was saying. I'm trying yall.

I really like this series idea and I already have the basketball club version drafted I just have to edit it. So expect that at some point.

Anyway, Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. this was my first time writing this style. As always feel free to send asks and questions to me!!

[sainzfilm]

I think he knows

Rivals to lovers and they are teammates (and kinda forced proximity) with pierre

come celebrate with me!

pairing: pierre gasly x teammate!reader

a/n: this trope is so *chef’s kiss* i need this to happen to me irl so i can finally be contented and shut up

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“You are such an idiot!” You scoffed as you pushed past Pierre in the garage, “Alpha Tauri could’ve gotten points if you listened to your race engineer!”

Pierre frowned as he followed after you, taking his helmet off in the process, “What am I supposed to do? Let you overtake me?”

“If that’s what they say, then do it!” You turned around and poked his chest with your finger, “Step up, Pierre. Be a fucking team player for once. I would’ve followed their orders if they told me to let you overtake.”

“That’s what you just say,” He rolls his eyes as he gently pushes your arm off, “Just get over it.”

“You’re so annoying,” You groaned as you flipped him off and headed off to your driver’s room to change, “Grow up!”

Muttering incoherences, you slammed the door as you sat down on your bed to collect yourself for a short while before changing into your casual clothes. You were right, weren’t you? You were thinking about the team and not just yourself. It was the right thing to do.

“Annoying Gasly,” You mumbled as you grabbed your bag and headed out the back to get in your van with your media manager, “What’d he say in the media pen?”

“You know you need to calm down, Y/N,” She chuckled as she patted your shoulder, “The two of you are so hot headed around each other.”

“He makes me want to pull my hair off,” You huffed as you took a sip out of your water bottle, “Annoying face, voice, and everything else.”

“Are you even sure you’re rivals?” She teased, wiggling her eyebrows, “Looks like you’re just distracting yourself.”

“Of course, he’s my rival!” You crossed your arms as you leaned back against the car seat, looking out the window, “I would’ve expected teammates to help each other out. I don’t think we mesh well.”

“Just…maybe try to cool down a bit?” She suggested, shrugging a little while after, “Maybe stop provoking him then he’ll see if he’s the problem as to why you aren’t doing well together.”

“Yeah, maybe,” You mumbled, grabbing your bag and the keycard from her, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Sighing from exhaustion, you dragged yourself up to your hotel room – spacing out every now and then. It was supposed to be a great weekend for the team, and you couldn’t help but put the blame on yourself.

“Finally, I can fucking rest,” You exhaled as you turned the knob of the hotel room door, scrunching your nose to a familiar scent, “Hello?”

Entering the room, you frowned as you saw a bag and a few clothes sprawled upon the bed and the sound of the water running and suddenly closing from the bathroom, “Hey, stranger! I think you’re in the wrong fucking room!”

“What do you mean? This is my room?”

As you looked up, you were surprised to see Pierre fully dressed in his pajamas and exited the bathroom, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” He sarcastically chuckled as he dried his hair off with the towel, “My manager gave me the keycard, that’s it.”

Groaning as you rubbed your hand down your face, “Fine. Have this room, I’ll get another one.”

“The hotel’s fully booked, dummy,” Pierre replied as he neatly folded his clothes back in his bag and put it on the floor, “You and I’ve got no choice.”

Frowning in defeat, you threw your bag against the chair and laid down in bed, pulling the blankets over you, “Fine, you sleep on the floor.”

“What am I? Stupid?” Pierre laughed as he made his way to the other side and getting in bed, “A bed’s a bed. Just suck it up.”

“I hate you,” You mumbled as you put a pillow in between the two of you, “Don’t you even dare cross that space.”

“I wouldn’t dream about it, princess,” He smirked as he turned around to face away from you, “Good night.”

“Whatever, shut up,” You rolled your eyes as you did the same, “If you snore even once, I’ll suffocate you in your sleep.”

“Great profession of love, Y/N,” Pierre mumbled against his pillow, “Just go to sleep.”

“Fine,” You scoffed as you laid on your back, staring at the ceiling and feeling your heart beat a little faster from the close proximity, “Good night, Pierre.”

bonus scene!

As the sun’s rays shone brightly through the small openings of the curtain, you yawned as you stretched your legs out and rubbed your eyes. When did your pillow get so…stiff?”

“Pierre, close the fucking curtains,” You grumbled in your sleep as your eyebrows furrowed, snuggling up to whatever you were sleeping on, “It’s so bright.”

“Hm, good morning to you,” Pierre mumbled as he scrolled through his phone, “Could you…move a bit? I can’t feel my arm.”

“Wha- oh my god,” You exclaimed as you quickly opened your eyes and rolling over, falling off the bed in the process, “Why didn’t yo- damn it, Pierre!”

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad!” Pierre teased as he peered over you, “You’re being overreacting. For the record, I couldn’t wake you from how peaceful you slept.”

“Oh,” You mumbled as you blew a hair strand out of your face, pulling yourself back in bed and laying on your back, “Uh. Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re blushing,” He smirked as he poked your cheek while you swatted his hand away, “Maybe we aren’t suited to be teammates.”

You poked your tongue out at him, rolling your eyes, “Maybe we aren’t.”

“We’re more suited to be lovers.”

“God damn it, Gasly!”

[happysadyoyo]

I wrote this last night but I still kinda want these to have their own posts. No writings tonight; my head aches from irl stress.

@pillowspace

It's... after.

You had funny little names for the loops before, jokes for yourself to deal with the ever increasing dread that you would never figure out the trick to get out of them. You don't name this one. The creeping dread you feel when you remember is enough.

You almost don't go that first day. You love them, you know them, you know that couldn't be their default, and it's only the bright, fragmented memories of that first meeting that drags you out of bed and getting there nearly an hour late. No one really cares that you're late. You're a warm body, and that's all Fazbear Entertainment cares about.

It's easier when the kids are around and awake. You don't think Sun notices you avoiding them, avoiding the dark spaces where he might change. Avoiding those long, delicate, powerful fingers that make your throat close up without ever touching you. Despite the lack of bruises you're driven to wear turtlenecks, close fitting layers that can't be grabbed. You think about trying to get in shape but what's the point? It'll just reset.

You'll just reset.

He had warned you, you reason with yourself during naptime. You're hiding behind the security desk. It's still early, Moon is still allowed to come out if you're there, and he's checking the children. You are pretending to be on your phone, but you are uncomfortably aware of where he is at all times. But you must've dozed off, just for a moment, because there's a sudden tug on your hat as it catches on your hair. You open your eyes and recoil.

They're not supposed to be able to reach you back here.

Moon doesn't know how to react when you move out of pure panic, shoving away from the security desk, the chair catching on some phantom nothingness so it falls over backwards and none too gently tips you out. You crawl back, against the wall, staring at Moon as your heart beats rabbit fast, and it's panic, panic, panic, cold and hot and you need to run.

"It was a joke," Moon says, and he puts down your hat and backs away, hands up. Long, delicate fingers, made for storytelling and puppets and changing soiled clothes.

Your throat hurts. You close your eyes and cover your face with your hands, willing the panic to go away.

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It's after.

You're sitting in your bedroom. The curtains and blinds are open, letting sunlight pour over you and the nest you've created of blankets and pillows in the middle of your bed. There's mugs on the nightstand with your phone and a small day by day paper calendar, the days past torn and crumpled and scattered on the floor. You don't have your hearing aid in. You've barely left bed since the loops broke.

Sun enters, and if you were yourself, you might've laughed. He looked silly, wearing an oversized shirt with a photorealistic kitten on it and his striped jester pants. He's carrying a new mug, and you can smell the tea, chamomile and cinnamon maybe. He offers it to you and you take it mechanically, sipping and scalding your lips and tongue. You feel the heat sliding into your belly, but there's no taste.

Sun sits next to you, the bed shifting, gravity drawing you into them. They weren't built for this world, of human sized rooms and doors, and already there were little scrapes and scars in the ceilings and trim from Sun's rays when he would move without thinking. It wasn't the daycare anymore, and he looked as out of place here as you had felt over and over again.

It's hard not to flinch when he reaches out to you, and you can see it hurt him, hand held midair before it lowers to his lap to fidget. You ought to comfort him, but it's hard to move. Like you're swimming through molasses.

We're sorry. Sun is signing. The one good thing about the loops was you'd finally learned more sign language beyond fingerspelling or hello. Of course they were fluent. We've been remembering and the times we, Moon...

You don't let him say it. You grab at his hands, squeezing them, movements clumsy as you stretch and overexert yourself. You're off balance, painfully stretched, but they catch you, adjust you until you're in their lap, a hand between your shoulder blades, the other held in your own small hands against your chest.

His fingers rest mere inches from your throat and there's still a dull panic, somewhere deep, deep down when you still felt things beyond exhaustion and whatever it'd been driving you forward. But mostly there's comfort. These hands that'd taken care of children, that'd killed you who knows how many times... now they held you so gently, bringing you close to their chest where you can listen to the quiet hum of their mechanics, closing your eyes as fingers curl around your hands.

The sun shines through the window and Sun cradles you in his arms and you know you're safe, you know those hands will protect you until you come back to them.

You'll come back to them. You will.

[robinsno1lesbian]

Kinda modern day neighbor!Robin but her getting a strap/dildo that cums so she can properly breed you

older!neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2869

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!), strap-ons, fingering, oral, breeding kink, is this considered cum play?, dirty talk, reader is embarrassed about her wants but robin knows how to deal with that...

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: my apologies for anyone who knows me irl (looking at one specific person RIGHT NOW), you literally don't okay?! anyway, i've never written anything like this before so i hope i did a decent job? this took hours lmao also guess who didn't beta read again!

it happened once. and she never let it drop. once. and it had been an accident too, something that slipped past your lips before you had been able to comprehend the weight of the words. "please fill me up" you had moaned. one single time. looking back at it now, you're not even sure how you had come up with that. you had regretted it immediately, the embarrassment running hot through your veins even in your fucked out state. but you had hoped that robin would just let go of it. that she would pretend it never happened. she did not. ever since then, she would approach you from behind or lean over you while you were napping, waking you up with hot kisses down your back and the bulge of her strap between your legs. "want me to fuck you hm?" she'd rasp. "want me to...fill you up doll?" at first you would groan in embarrassment. but the more she'd do it, the more she'd tell you all about how good she would make you feel and how she wouldn't stop until you were all full of her cum, the more you felt a new longing for just that.

it is a sunny evening and you're dozing in her bed when you hear the front door. you turn to your back and keep a watchful eye on the door; you've let yourself in hours ago, just waiting for her to finally come back home from work. you can hear her soft chuckles, probably at the sight of your shoes in the hallway before her heavy footsteps make their way upstairs and into her bedroom. "hi" you smile sweetly, pushing yourself up on your elbows to greet her. robin smiles and steps towards you, pecking your lips in greeting. she hums at the sweetness of your lipgloss against her and brings her hands to your cheeks to hold you. "i missed you" you mumble eventually and robin quickly strips out of her jacket to join you in the bed. "yeah?" she rasps once you've gotten yourself in a comfortable position; your back against her front and both of her arms around you. just how it always begins... she kisses down your bare neck softly, her lips brushing over all the right places. you sigh, finally getting her touch you've been aching for all day long. "i missed you too" she says. "couldn't stop thinking about you...about touching you...about showing you what i got..." your eye fly open at that and you turn your head to find her grinning against you. "robin...?" "don't worry baby" she runs her tongue over the side of your neck and a broken moan falls from your lips. "just lay back and enjoy this okay?" you chuckle when her hands roam your sides, hiking up your shirt to touch your bare chest. thank god you chose to ditch your bra. her cold fingers pinch your nipples and you moan softly. "you sound so pretty" robin mumbles from behind as she rolls them between her index and her thumb. "turn around" you do as you're told and spin around on the blankets so that you're facing her. she's gorgeous; blue eyes meeting yours and an amazed smile on her lips. "you are so pretty, too...gotta get you ready for me yeah?" you nod and she slides her hand down between your bodies. the gasp falls from your lips in an instant and goosebumps rise beneath her touch while she starts unbuttoning your pants. "this okay?" already breathless, you just nod again. robin kisses you sweetly before she runs a hand below the waistline of your panties. you're wet already, you have been even before she came home, but her presence and her touch definitely added to that. you shiver as she applies pressure to your clit with her middle finger and spreads your legs a little wider. "you're so fucking wet" robin mumbles and spreads you open by forming a v-shape with her fingers. the squelching noise is music to your ears. you don't have to see to know that you're dripping. "fuck me" you moan when she dips them down to your entrance. "fuck me please-" "oh i will, don't worry" she chuckles. "but i gotta get you ready for me, pretty girl" robin pushes the hair out of your face in a sweet gesture and you're about to lean in to kiss her, but then she pushes into you and your mouth hangs open as a loud moan erupts from your throat.

"yeah" she breathes and nods her head. you arch your back further against her. she has pushed your top all the way up over your breasts and they are shamelessly pushing into robin now. she doesn't stop kissing you though, keeps peppering featherlight kisses over your cheeks and your neck while she works a second finger into your cunt. "oh fuck" you moan quietly. "take off your clothes" robin whispers. "i need to see you" you obey immediately and try to get out of your clothes as fast as possible. robin, on the other hand, strips out of her top as well and throws it aside, revealing the black bra beneath. she keeps her pants on though, for reasons you do not understand just yet. "you're so fucking beautiful," she says once you're all naked and spread out for her. "i'm so lucky, god-" robin leans in and starts kissing a trail down your body, sucking each nipple into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue before leaving marks of soft red on your inner thigh. her mouth is so close to where you want and desperately need her but before she can reach your center, she withdraws herself from you, leaving you whining for her touch. "robin please-" your grip tightens in the sheets beneath you. "please" "i got you" she whispers, one hand on your hip. "i got you" and with that, she gives your hip a hard shove, spinning you on your stomach beneath her. something in her demeanor takes a 180-degree turn from how it was just a couple of seconds ago. she wants you, wants to ruin you, and -god- you want nothing more. she presses your face into the pillows and lingers above you, her bare stomach against your back. "i bet you've wanted this for so long" she whispers at the same time as you hear the zipper of her pants. "i bet you fucked yourself to the thought of this...god i bet you looked so pretty when you came all around your fingers imagining they were my cock" you gasp at that, at the hint of what's to come. her pants are thrown aside as well, joining the growing clothing pile next to your bed. but when you try to catch a glimpse of the toy that must be attached to her body, she pushes you back down into the mattress. a desperate whimper falls from your lips and you grind down onto the sheets for some sort of friction against your aching center. "don't" robin hisses. "oh god okay- okay- fuck- m'sorry- please" you slur. "fuck" "don't you worry, just let me do the work yeah? let me take care of you...god, gonna fuck you so good" she taps your back gently, signalizing you to get on all fours for her. you follow her instructions and shift your weight onto your elbows as you lean your ass back against you. you nearly moan when the tip of her strap strokes over your ass. so she will ruin you with her strap. this confirmation is definitely enough for your heart to flutter in excitement. "r-robin-" you feel her hands on either side of your ass and jump when you can feel her tongue licking a long stripe through your wet folds from behind. her nails dig into your skin and she moans at the taste. "you taste so fucking good" she groans. "and you're so wet too..

she places a kiss to your already sensitive clit before licking through you yet again, your arousal gathering at the tip of her tongue. you can't stop yourself from rocking your hips backwards but her palms against your ass cheeks hold you in place for her. "i told you not to worry...i'm gonna take really good care of you" after lapping up your wetness for another minute, you feel her pulling back. by then, you have your face buried in the pillows, a steady stream of moans falling from your lips. "oh you're so fucking wet for me" robin whispers "you're dripping" and you truly are, you can feel the air of the room against your soaked thighs. "think you're ready for me baby?" "hmh" you nod, head jerking in what you want to be a nod. "good girl" she runs the shaft of the strap through you just like she has done it with her tongue before, using your wetness as lube to coat the toy. "please" you whimper when she finally pushes her hips forward. the first initial stretch is immense and you reach out with your hand to hold hers. robin gets the hint and smiles to herself as she links your fingers.

"feels good?" she whispers and squeezes your hand. "so good" you nod "so much- so full" you're almost certain that you won't manage a proper sentence with her inside of you. "want more?" "fuck yeah" you exhale shakily when she pushes forward some more and drives the toy further into you, past the first stretch.

"gonna take the whole thing for me? yeah? gonna take all of my strap?" her other hand runs up your spine, stroking your skin to steady you. "p-please" your lower lip is trembling with want "please put it into me robin, god you- ah" you cry out in pleasure and relief when you finally feel the base of the strap against you. a loud squelching noise echoes through her room as she pushes it all the way into you. "oh god- oh god-" "god you take it so well" she purrs, a hand still firmly against your spine. "i couldn't stop thinking about how your pretty pussy would look like around it...thought about it all day..." the strap is pressing against your spot just right and you're already squirming beneath her. it must be new, you conclude. it seems larger and thicker too, causing you to feel full of her in the best ways possible. "you like it?" she whispers. "y-yes" you nod erratically, your body all tensed up in pleasure. it feels so good, being so stretched out around her, but it's nothing to the sensation that washes over you when she thrusts forward for the first time. "oh my- fuck-!" you exclaim at the first actual thrust: the aching emptiness, followed by the toy sinking into you hard and fast again. but not fast enough, you decide, as you throw yourself back against it with each time robin pounds into you. "i- god- harder- please" "anything for you doll" she pants as she picks up the pace of her thrusts. her hand is still in yours but she lets go to place it on your shoulder, while the other sits on your ass proudly. "yes, yes, yes" you whisper with each time the strap hits your g-spot. your eyes are rolling back in your head while you lay almost entirely flat and take it. your legs are shaking weakly underneath you, they're the last thing holding you up against her. you can't help yourself but wonder where robin finds the strength to fuck you at such a relentless pace without getting exhausted from it. her breathing might be slightly labored by now, but you know she will not stop until you cum. and with how good she is fucking you, you know it's only a matter of time until she will.

you reach between your weak legs with your own hands and start flicking your clit at a pace that matches the hard strokes of the strap, getting yourself closer and closer to your release. you can almost scream at the new friction but try to keep the volume at a low when robin speaks. "are you close? hm? tell me? are you close to cumming all over my strap?" "y-yeah- yeah i- so close" you whine when robin slows down her hips. "robin-" "ah" she hushes you. "what did you say again? remember?" your face grows hot with embarrassment. here we go again. "robin i really-" "tell me" she interrupts "tell me what you said...tell me what you were begging for..." she is rolling her hips awfully slow now, close to stopping entirely. "i was- god- fuck" you rock yourself against the plastic cock, fucking yourself in search of any kind of friction against your g-spot. "come on pretty girl" robin runs a hand to your hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail "you know what i want...let me hear it..." "i- ugh fuck- i was asking you to fill me up" you speak quietly. "what did you say?"

"robin" you moan at one particular good stroke "fuck i- fill me up. please, please, please fuck- fill me up with your cum" you're far too fucked out to feel embarrassed nor to even notice what you have said. realization only comes when robin leans in, her front hovering just inches above your bare back. "do you want that?" she whispers right into your ear. your sweat-stained face is red with humiliation because she knows the answer as well as you do, though you did not think that was possible until she speaks again. "do you know what's so special about this new toy i got just for you sweet girl?" "what- oh fuck" you moan at the realization and robin chuckles. "yeah i thought so..." "robin..." your voice dies in your throat. you feel dizzy and turn to look at her over your shoulder. that is when you know she wants this too. that all the teasing of the past weeks has been so much more than just teasing. that was her way of testing the waters to see how far you're willing to go. and now here you are, with this opportunity. "just tell me one thing...." she coos "do you still want this?" "i- god-" you cover your face with your palms "y-yeah i do..." robin smiles proudly and leans back so that she is towering above you again. "then beg for it" you didn't think this could get any worse -or better- but here you are. her nails scratch down your back slightly, giving you the courage to continue. you make sure to put the sharpest dip you can muster in your back as you begin rocking yourself against her. you're going fast, faster than you have before, desperately chasing your release and the feeling robin's faux cum inside of you. "say it baby" she hums, her hands on your hips to guide you. "you want my cum? need my cum so badly you're fucking yourself on my cock like a desperate slut?" "yeah" you choke "please robin- please fuck me. please fill me up! please give it to me" robin, who has grown slightly impatient to finally try out the capacity of the new toy, finally breaks. you can't see what she is doing, but something she does triggers the toy to do what she can't do herself. she pushes you into the mattress when your own orgasm crashes over you, powerful and hard. you convulse around the strap and scream as you cum. robin bends over you and pumps into you while you feel the sensation of the strap's wet cum shooting inside you. she doesn't stop until you're a whimpering mess, your limbs spread out around you, flinching with the aftershocks of your orgasm. "fuck" you mumble into the sheets "fuck, fuck, fuck"

"shhh" robin hushes you sweetly. "turn around for me sweet girl" you groan but do as you're told, laying down on your back so that her strap slips out of you slowly. you're panting as you spread your legs and robin puts a palm on each of your knees as she slowly pulls out. you watch her as she watches your cunt in amazement. "holy shit" she breathes at the sight "i did fill you up" you can feel the hot, sticky cum flowing out slowly but robin brings her finger to your entrance and pushes it back inside in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. still, you watch as she bites her lip and pushes her fingers into you a couple of times, drawing obscene squelching noises from your center. "shit- fuck- i love you so much" she mumbles. you smile at that, regardless of the pleasure that is building between your legs again after just a couple of thrusts of her fingers. "i love you too robin...fuck, come here" she nods her head and crawls up your body, your lips meeting halfway when you lean up to capture them. this is most definitely not how you thought this would go but...god you love it.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hi,  so I saw your request for ideas for day 31 and I was thinking, and what do you think about a

Minsung date night like u know just Han is really tired that dose not want to go out

so its like a movie night

but then lee know wants to keep han awake and starts to tickle him so he’ll stay up

or the other way around it’s lee know who’s getting tickled it up to you

i hope i helped a little bit ❤️

Day 31: Aftercare

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𝖙𝖜: MINSUNG, hurt/comfort, date night

I DO NOT SHIP THESE IDOLS IRL!!! This is all fiction 💗💗💗

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @minsungisvreal

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“I’m home!” Lee Know yelled, walking into the living room. 

“How are you, baby? Dance practice was rough.” Minho looked down at the bundle of blankets, his boyfriend’s face peeking out. 

“M’kay.” Han replied dully. 

Lee Know frowned. Something was wrong. “What’s wrong? Don’t even think about lying-” He looked down, only then noticing the tear-stained face of the younger. 

“Hey. Hey, why are you crying. What’s wrong?” He crouched down by the boy before wiping his face.

“Nothing, hyung. I just feel really anxious and I don’t know what to do about it.” Jisung sniffed. 

Lee Know immediately wrapped his arms around the boy, ready to cheer him up. 

“Date night? Wanna go out?” He asked, turning Jisung’s head with his hand so that the younger actuallylooks at his face.

“Mmm…Can we stay at home? I’m tired.” Hannie hummed. 

“Okay. Let me take a shower and we can watch this movie i’ve wanted to see for a REALLY long time-” Minho rambled, boba eyes sparkling as he clasped his hands together. 

“Okay.” Jisung grinned at the dancer, who picked up his favourite hoodie and a pair of shorts. 

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“Hey…Hannie stay awake it’s the good part!” Minho squealed as Jisung tried his hardest to keep his eyes open. 

It wasn’t that the movie wasn’t good, he was just unable to stay awake. Or focused, for that matter. 

Jisung looked up at his boyfriend. The older was just so…genuinely happy at the moment. 

It made the ace’s eyes well up, and the sleepiness just made it worse.

Meanwhile, Minho had been noticing the younger nodding off for quite a while now, and he knew that if his boyfriend could stay awake for just a few more minutes, he would probably enjoy the movie. 

Lee Know had also noticed the tears brimming in his eyes as he looked at him. 

He wondered what could have made the younger so upset. 

Time for cheer up. The bunny was well aware of how ticklish his boyfriend really was, but he never really got the chance to exploit it. Until now. 

Minho’s attention had been fully taken off the movie. Now he was interested in seeing the younger smile. 

He suddenly slipped his hands underneath the boy’s shirt, scribbling over his waist. 

Jisung immediately jolted awake, biting his lip to keep from laughing as he tried to stop the older’s hands. 

“hyuhuhung! thahahat tihihickles!” He giggled out, throwing his head back as he continued to fight the invasive hands. 

“Tsk tsk, you know how much I wanted to see this movie. Why couldn’t you stay awake?” Lee Know asked in mock annoyance. 

“ihihim sohohohorry! ihihill stahahay awahake! stohop tihihickling mehehe!” Hannie continued to laugh as Minho’s hands moved upwards towards his armpits. 

The younger immediately slammed his arms down, leaning backwards into Minho as he continued to tickle him. 

Any thoughts that Jisung had were gone as the tickles took over his brain entirely, leaving his mind a fuzzy daze. 

It felt kinda nice. 

“Hannie~are you enjoying this?” Lee Know cooed as he sped up his hands on the ace’s torso. 

“YEHEHEA!” Han cackled cutely as Minho massaged circles quickly into the sensitive skin. 

“Aweee! That’s cute! Mind if I continue?” Minho laughed when Jisung blushed a bright  red, hiding his face in his hands and making no effort to stop the older. 

He did shake his head, though.

Lee Know had to stop himself from squealing from the younger’s cuteness. 

“You. Are the cutest person EVER!” Minho accentuated the last word by sticking his hands into the ace’s armpits. 

“HAHAHA NOHO TEHEASING!” Jisung beamed up at the older through his uncontrollable laughter. 

Hannie shook his head as he cackled, his hair flying and fluffing up as he did so. 

Minho made sure to go light, wanting the moment to last longer, which the younger certainly appreciated. 

Until Minho started moving lower. The older wanted to find his boyfriend’s worst spot, for…reasons.

Jisung screamed with laughter the second Minho’s fingers began working into his thighs, thrashing around with the widest gummy smile. 

“Is this your worst spot?” Lee Know kept asking, moving further down every time the quokka shook his head. 

Lee Know suddenly had a feeling. He knew which spot was the worst.

So he saved it for last. 

Minho immediately headlocked Han’s feet and went to town, laughing as the younger absolutely howled with laughter, slamming his hands into Lino’s back. 

“HYUNG! HYUHUHUNG! THAHAT TIHIHICKLES SOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!” Hannie screeched, grabbing at the older’s hair weakly as he squirmed. 

Lee Know decided to give the quokka a well deserved break, sitting up and kissing the boy’s cheek, which was wet with tears. 

“ha…ha…did I ask you to stop…?” Jisung breathed out. 

Minho’s entire body froze up. Then his face split into a wide smile. 

“That is SOOO CUTE!” He squealed.

Jisung giggled as Lino showered his whole face in kisses, his fingers digging into his waist as he did so. 

Hannie squealed when the dancer flipped his whole body over and scribbled into the back of his knees, immediately throwing the younger into hysterics. 

“HAHAHAH! IHIHIT’S SOHO BAAHAHA-” Han fell into silent laughter as he felt the older’s lips connect to the back of his knees in a raspberry. 

After multiple raspberries, Minho decided to let up, not wanting to kill his boyfriend. 

He immediately snuggled into the younger, who was pleased with this moment of aftercare. 

“Do you feel better?” Lino asked, making sure to treat his baby with cheek kisses. 

“mhmmm” Jisung puffed his cheeks out, making Minho laugh and kiss him more. 

“The movie is over.” Hannie pouted at the tv, disappointed that the older didn’t get to watch what he wanted to. 

“Nah. Tickling you was way more fun.” Minho laughed when the ace let out a squeak at the word. 

Minho made sure to snuggle into the younger as much as possible, the thick hoodie enveloping the two in warmth. 

He made sure to treat the younger to ice cream later, both as a reward, and for the aftercare that the younger deserved.

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i hope you enjoyed this fic! have a spooky october! ✨🎃

[jelyfisg]

Hiii!Can I request raiden Ei dating hcs?

Pd:A new writer?Do you want to be mutuals?

yes ofc! id love to be mutuals! <33

ei is my girlfriend irl so i know this personally actually

•shes so sweet :( your first date she insists on taking you to the dango milk stand and having you try some, then you guys go on a walk around the city, admiring the pretty cherry blossoms

•her love language is physical touch, her touch is so gentle too, she loves coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist, her head resting on your shoulder (or on your back if you happen to be taller than her)

•she loves kissing your cheeks and your nose, small little smooches are another way she shows her love for you

•comforting you is what shes best at, her voice is so calm and she holds you so close you feel like nothing could ever hurt you, and thats exactly what she wants you to feel

•big spoon obviously, always insisting on holding you, as i said before she only wants you to feel safe in her arms

•prioritizes your safety over everything else, shes constantly checking in on you throughout the day, making sure youre happy and healthy

•picnic dates with her>>>

•sitting on a blanket with a bunch of desserts, your head in her lap as she plays with your hair, its so cute

•she treasures her time with you so much because of how dangerous things can get sometimes, every second spent with you is her favorite

•i feel like this goes without saying but since she cant cook, youre always making meals for her

•she always loves what you cook, especially if you bake something for her or make something sweet

•repays you by taking you on trips to various places in Inazuma, she shows you sights no one else would know of except for her

•shes kinda dominant not even in a bedroom sense but she just really loves those acts of service, loves it when you treat her like the queen she is

i love my gf guys <3

[ohbo-ohno]

So The Bestie tm and I talk A Normal Amount (aka a whole fucking lot) about the cod boys and I’ve been thinking about one lol scene we discussed a while back. Let me set the stage here:

Simon and Johnny are loving on Reader after they wake up late at night and hear her quietly crying. Trying to calm her down, maybe offering to play with her a little bit if that would help, and they ask her what’s wrong. And in a tiny voice she just asks them why they’re doing this. Why are they hurting her like this, why her specifically, what did she do wrong? No matter what answer they give her she just burrows herself in their arms the blankets :(((

she’s just so scared!!!! Why are they keeping her here, why are they doing this to her?? She was a good person, she doesn’t deserve to be held captive like this!!!!!!! I imagine Johnny immediately starts listing off everything he liked about you when he first saw Reader in that club, everything that told him she’d be the perfect fit for him and Simon. Meanwhile Simon is confirming everything Johnny says and telling Reader that it couldn’t have been anyone else and that once she understands that this is for the best then everything will be so much better!!!!!! Because then they can properly spoil her like she deserves!!!!!!!!!!!

~🦋

I applaud you for talking about stuff like this to irl friends, wish I was that brave lmao

I kinda tiptioed around this conversation in dlmliyh, because I’m not entirely sure how to give it a satisfying ending.

I think Simon’s reasons for keeping you are simple - you’re a gift from Johnny. Johnny wants to keep you, so he will. It takes him a bit to want to keep you because he wants you, at the start he just wants to keep Johnny happy

I think Johnny is just… a little fucked up. For whatever reason, he latched onto you and then convinced himself that you’re flawless and meant to be his. Once he’ got you at home, you were never going to get away.

Of course neither of these things are comforting in any way shape or form, so I imagine you don’t quite like hearing them and have a bit of another meltdown. They’ll talk you through it and be there for you when it’s over though <3

[whiteteadreams]

You’re Not Too Bad- Chapter 2

Pairing: Jake Sim x Female Reader x Park Sunghoon

Preview: You started trying to talk, not having much luck with him down your throat, but Jake noticed and pulled you off of him. “Wait, I, Jake, I want you to cum in me.” Jake could see your face slightly with the light from the moon shining in. Tears were running down your cheeks and drool and pre-cum were sticking to your face. 

 “You’re so fucking pretty; I’ll do anything you want.”

Word Count: 5.2k

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Academic Rivals to Lovers, Love Triangle, Friends/Strangers to Lovers, Non-Idol AU, High School AU (y/n, jake, and sunghoon are all 18)

Warnings: Fluff, angst, cursing/mature language, smut, not 100% proofread, sunghoon calls her a whore (he does apolagize tho), pet names (babe, baby, sweetheart) 

Smut warnings: Oral sex (f and m receiving), overstimulation, squirting, car sex, unprotected sex (erm don’t do that irl), on call while having sex, kinda threesome, hoon is on the phone while they have sex and is active in it, dirty talk, praise, names used (whore, fucktoy)

I made a little playlist that will go along with the story, you may get a few spoilers or at least a few little nudges in the direction of the story, but I hope you like it. If the link is expired just dm me and ask for it!!

a/n: sorry it took so long, I have other chapters written for this story that have more meaning towards the plot and aren’t just filler, but I hope you enjoy it now that it’s here!

Taglist- @iloveoceaneyesss @ijiminiecricket @skzenhalove @yaatrickyaaa

Like every morning, you woke up from the alarm on your phone going off but this time it was followed by a deep groan. Jake.

“Why do you wake up so early, we don’t have to be at school for another two and a half hours”. His voice had a raspy and gravely tone to it. His morning voice was hot to say the least. “I take a shower in the morning and since I’m still tired, it takes me a while, so I plan an extra hour.” Jake just groaned again as you started to get up, you could feel his hand slide from its resting place on your side to the bed as you slipped from the blankets and walked to the bathroom.

Looking behind you, you saw Jake who was still in bed, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. “You know Jake, you could always join me.” He smiled a bit and started pulling the blankets off of himself. You took his slow pace to get a head start and get the water running. You turned on the vent fan above and kept the lights at a low level.  

Slowly, you removed your pants and pulled the shower curtain back to the walk-in shower and stepped in. The water falling above immediately warmed your body up, goosebumps rose along your arms, shocked by the contrast of the cold air and warm water. Before you could stop yourself, a relaxed sigh escaped from your lips, but it turned into a surprised squeak and the goosebumps that prickled across my skin intensified from Jake wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest to your back.

“We don’t have time to do anything Sim, so tell Lil’ Jake to calm down.” You could feel his hard-on against your lower back but of course, your mind was nearing the school mindset. “Never call my dick ‘Lil’ Jake’ again.” You just laughed and reached for your body wash that was sitting on the shelf next to the rest of your products.

Jake just watched you scrub a loofa along your body with soap and then body wash in comfortable silence. The music that you played was soft but had sensual undertones to it and Jake felt himself leaning against the wall and drifting off to sleep again. With the music, the warmth of the water, and the presence of you, he was as peaceful as he ever thought he could be.  

“Would you like to accompany me to view a film this Saturday?” Jake was still leaning against the wall as you washed yourself. The sleepiness in his voice that was followed with a yawn made you turn around to face him. “I would love to but I’m going to the mall on Saturday with Sunoo. What time is the movie? Sunoo and I are going at one so if it’s a night movie, then I can go.”

Jake lightly pushed off of the wall and took the body wash from your hands and squirted a bit out and into his palm. He then rubbed the wash around your shoulders and back, pushing his thumbs in and massaging the tight spots.

“We can go at night if that works best for you.” As you were nodding, Jake rubbed out a particular knot that had been bothering you and the hum of affirmation turned into a moan. “Your muscles are so tense, why do you let yourself get this stressed?” He planted a kiss to the side of your head and waited for you to respond. “I don’t mean to, but I have so much to do every day.”

“And that’s why I’m going to make you skip first hour today.” You couldn’t skip, you had a meeting with the rest of the student council during that hour. When you were a freshman, you joined student council as the treasurer once you found out you got to skip first period when meetings occurred. Then you found out it looked great on college applications, so by your sophomore year you were president, the youngest president the student body had seen in a long time, although it just added more to your plate and college application, it pissed Sunghoon off.

Your nodding turned into shaking your head, “I can’t skip Jake, I have a student council meeting, and as president, it is my responsibility to be present to every single meeting.” Jake’s warm chest was pressed against your back, allowing you to relax your body and lean on him. “When was the last time you had missed a meeting?” You hadn’t, you had never, ever missed a meeting. “Never.”

That’s how you ended up where you were now. Naked, on your bed, legs spread, with Jake between them. “J-Jake! Fuck, more please, I can-t” you could feel your legs shaking around his head as his tongue played with the wetness coming from your cunt. “Can’t what? Can’t take it? I think you can, you’re doing such a good job for me, such a good girl. Such a pretty girl.”

“Jake we’re gonna be la-late, can’t be late, fe-els so good though.” With each swipe of his tongue between your folds you were losing it even more, and when he’d nudge your clit, you couldn’t contain the moan that would leave your lips. “You’re not going, gonna make you feel good.” Jake looked up from his spot and watched you.

Your eyebrows furrowed from the loss of friction, and he laughed, he laughed when you rolled your hips up to chase his mouth. “Please don’t stop!” Jake leaned his forehead on your naval, breathing you in. “I’ll start again when you agree to take a break today.” You nodded your head quickly, just trying to get Jake to start again. “Okay, anything just please don’t stop!” He was satisfied with your response and started again, two swipes through your folds and he paused again. A mixture of a groan and a yell escaped your mouth. “If I knew any better, I’d say you haven’t had your pussy played with in a long time.”

It had been a long time, you’ve had quiet hook ups and one long term fuck buddy throughout the year, making sure none of them said anything due to wanting to keep your reputation. “So long, s’been so long. Too long.” Jake liked you this way, vulnerable, needy, desperate. Desperate for him. “That’s a shame, your pussy is too sweet to be ignored.” With that Jake continued his mannerisms.

Drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you, he still continued. Uncoherent sounds were coming from both of you. You begging him to stop and to continue and him mumbling about the way you taste and smell and how he wouldn’t get enough of you. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his head as everything started to become too much. Jake could tell you were just about done. You felt raw and not to mention swollen.

Your legs tightened and shook one last time until Jake felt his mouth and the lower half of his face being soaked. The room was filled with your loud moan as your back arched off of the bed. Jake kept licking up your arousal and cum until you had to push his head off of you.

“You squirted, Sweetheart.” Your droopy eyes shot open, and your face was on fire. “No, please be joking.” He laughed and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your bare back. “Don’t worry, it was so fucking hot. Did you enjoy it though?” Refusing to say anything in fear of being embarrassed any further, you just nodded.

“M’tired now Jake.” Sleep sounded perfect right now, but when you tried to glance at the clock, Jake turned your head back to him. “What time is it?” You looked up at him and couldn’t help but smile, his hair was ruffled and his lips plumper than normal, and they were decorated with a thin sheen. “School has already started. First hour isn’t over quite yet but you really do deserve a break. Everyone can tell how hard you work and how much you care about the school.” Academic validation and praise were two of the things that could make you gush. Jake had hit them both in one sentence and you didn’t know what to do.

Of course teachers now and of the past have praised you but this felt different, someone your own age was saying this, and it wasn’t to just get in your pants, he had already been in them, but he stayed and was saying this. “Okay, one rest day won’t hurt.”

Even if you wanted to go to school, the smile that lit up Jake’s face made it worth it.

You and Jake hadn’t stopped talking at all, you’d meet up in between classes, after school, and he kept spending the night since your parents were still out of the country. Jake was able to get you to forget about Sunghoon, especially when you received a text once the time film club was rolled around, and you didn’t show up. Jake and you did most things together, he even drove you places when you had errands to run, you never had to ask, he’d always offer.

“Thanks for dropping me off, Jake.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek before you turned away to open the car door and step out. “The movie starts at 7:00 but if you’re still out we can just go at a later time but no matter the time just text me when you want to be picked up.” Hearing Sunoo call your name caused you to quicken your pace a bit, you nodded at Jake, smiled, and closed the car door.

The beautiful boy met you halfway and interlocked your elbows together. “So…you and Jake.” Sunoo smiled at his acquaintance as he pulled out of the parking spot. You both watched Jake leave the parking lot in silence, you trying to figure out what to say and Sunoo trying to keep his smile in. “I’m not sure what we are. We’ve hung out everyday this week, he ate me out one morning so I would skip school, including the meeting and film club with Park. We like each other but I can’t help but to feel as if something is pulling me back.” Sunoo knew, everyone knew, except you and the thing pulling you back, of course.

The smiling boy had a pep in his step after hearing about his two friends. “You already got him whipped, oh my lord.” Disagreeing, you grumbled your doubt and shook your head. “I don’t know about that.” You rolled your eyes, but Sunoo wasn’t having it, “Y’know, whenever me and Hoon would talk about you, no matter the context, Jake would always make a point of saying how pretty you were.” Your face morphed into a grimace at the mention of Sunghoon, but you still had a tint of red on your cheeks from the mention of Jake telling his friends that you were pretty.

“Why do you look so surprised? Everyone thinks you’re pretty, including Hoon but heaven forbid him to ever admit it.” For some reason that would didn’t know, the though of Park Sunghoon thinking you were pretty made the fire inside of you burn brighter and hotter, it made you blush more than Jake thinking you were pretty.

Sunoo noticed but he could tell that you were arguing with yourself about it, so he didn’t say anything. He was content with being the middleman of this triangle he could see forming. He liked the gossip and the drama, of course he wasn’t on a specific side, but he still wanted to see how everything played out.

Giggling brought you out of the inner war going inside your head and turned your attention to the boy next to you. “What is it, Sun?” He nodded ahead of you, and you saw your equivalent to the devil.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” You huffed, hating how his eyes crinkled when he threw his head back if he laughed too hard. “It’s a public area girly, just because you’re here doesn’t mean he can’t be.” You loved Sunoo for always being there for you but hated that he was also always there for Sunghoon, Sunoo was the peacemaker.

“Hey L/n, how are you?” His smile was smug, it took everything in you to hold back from slapping him. “Sunoo and I are just fine.” Keeping your head tilted slightly up to show confidence, you tightened your hold on Sunoo and started leading him to one of the many stores you two had talked about.  

Normally, Sunghoon wouldn’t bother you too much if you were to run in to each other in public, but when you were with Sunoo he tended to tag along. “Where are you going? We haven’t even caught up about film club!” Sunghoon jogged to Sunoo’s side and matched your guys’ pace.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I tried to tell him not to bother you but, well, you know how he is.” An apologetic voice appeared by your side, you would’ve jumped in surprise if it wasn’t so soothing and quiet. “It’s okay Jungwon. I appreciate the effort though.” He gave you a shy smile and looked to his friend who was starting to irritate you.

His voice was deep, and terribly attractive. Too attractive for the shit it was being used for. “I know you’re actually glad about me joining film because God knows you wouldn’t be able to do it without me, so why’d you skip?” One of his eyebrows arched slightly in question and then started talking again. “Actually, I didn’t you at all that day. What’s with that Miss. President?”

Something that you liked about Sunghoon is that he could be easily surprised. “Jake spent the night and convinced me not to go to school.” You shrugged off the question but relished in the way his jaw dropped. “Jake. Jake Sim? My friend.” Jungwon nudged your side in approval, but Sunghoon’s icy stare was still set on your face, waiting, praying for a sign that you were joking. He could only assume what had happened, he knew Jake, and he knew you. Sunghoon felt his stomach tighten and he wasn’t sure why. He had brought it up to Sunoo once, the feeling of his organs coiling around each other, when he saw you dancing at freshman homecoming with a boy. Sunoo said he was jealous, and Park Sunghoon claimed that he was not jealous.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Sleeping with my best friend. I didn’t you think you’d go that low. Fucking whore”

“This isn’t about you. Jake likes me and I like him, there is no Sunghoon apart of this situation. And I’m not a whore.” Sunghoon looked stunned at your outburst, but you didn’t care, you were upset.

Instead of waiting for Sunghoon to say something you just spun on your heel and started walking in the other direction, towards the mall entrance. Removing your phone from your back pocket, you pulled up Jake’s number and called him. After the third ring his voice soothed your ears, “Hey, Y/n what’s up? Did something happen?”

“Can you just come pick me up, I know it’s only been 20 minutes, but I want to go.” Jake could hear the sorrow in your voice and complied immediately. “Yeah, of course, I’m on my way.” You refused to cry because of Sunghoon, but he knew that you didn’t sleep around, and it had been a while since you had gotten intimate with someone. He was just mad that you were sleeping with his friend.

When you made it to the doors that led to the parking lot, you cursed at the sight and sound of rain.  

At least there was a canopy that you could stand under while you waited for Jake, however, the canopy didn’t keep you safe from the harsh wind that was picking up speed. The wind also brought sprinkles of rain to your skin, causing you to shiver slightly.

“Hey, I’m sorry Hoon is such a dick.” Jungwon exited the doors and stood by you under the canopy. “It’s fine, I don’t know why I let him bother me. Where’s Sun? I feel bad for ditching him on our day.” Jungwon laughed at the mention of your friend.

"Sunoo is ripping Hoon a new one. After he saw the look on your face, Sunoo let it all out.” You chuckled at the thought of your normally happy friend getting mad and verbalizing it.

You were about to thank Jungwon for telling you, but a car horn interrupted you. Looking over your shoulder you saw Jake. “Thanks Jungwon, I hope my mood didn’t ruin your afternoon.” You smiled at him and started jogging to Jake’s car, but not before bracing yourself for the rain. “Anytime Y/n, and you didn’t bother me at all! I’ll yell at Hoon for you!” Laughing, you opened Jake’s car door and sat in the passenger seat.

“Hey, what happened? Are you okay?” Jake asked you as soon as you were secure in his car, he turned on the heat and made sure it was blowing out of the vents, achieving his goal of warming you up. “Yeah, Sunghoon just being a dick but I’m fine now.” You leaned over the console and nuzzled your nose in Jake’s neck, breathing in his musky but clean cologne.

He kissed your hair and asked, “What was Hoon even doing there?” You rolled your eyes without even thinking about it, not wanting to think or speak about him anymore. “He was there with Jungwon and with them and Sunoo being friends, he invited himself. He got mad about you and I and then called me a ‘fucking whore’”. Jake’s knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel so tight.

“Are you serious? Did he at least apologize?” He let out a dry chuckle at the thought of his friend apologizing to you. Jake and Sunoo both knew why Sunghoon hated you, but neither were going to break it to you, especially now that you and Jake were together. “It’s okay, you’re away from him for now, I’ve got you.”

You sat back in your seat and nodded, quietly thanking him. “Do you think we could go to the movie now?” Jake smiled and looked at you quickly. “When I was looking at times there was one at 2:00, and that’s in 20 minutes so I’ll head that way.”

The movie’s previews hadn’t finished by the time you and Jake got to the theater and luckily it wasn’t too busy so the seats you picked, weren’t bad. Watching Austin Butler wiggle his hips and throwing popcorn at Jake was nice way to clear your head. When the popcorn was all finished and the movie was only halfway done, Jake laid his head on your shoulder, and you leaned your head on his.

Whenever you would call Austin hot, Jake would flex his covered bicep and say, “I’m hotter and I’m good at eating pussy.” You laughed and smacked at his chest, embarrassed but you agreed, nonetheless.

“That was pretty good.” Jake took your hand in his and led you out of the theater. “I just can’t believe that it’s dark already.” You observed after walking outside.

“Well, let’s get you home huh, do you want me to stay again?” You just nodded and leaned into Jake’s side, feeling the chill of the night on your arms. “Let’s get you in the car.” Jake picked up his speed, causing you to also. Seeing the car in the close distance, he pressed the automatic start button on the key fob so the heat would go ahead and kick on for you.

You verbally thanked Jake for that because when you got seated in the car, it was already nice and warm for you, including your seat warmer. You hated the console of Jake’s car, since it kept you away from Jake, you wanted to stay by his side, tucked under his arm, every possible second. You decided that leaning over it was enough for now until you two arrived at your house.

Feeling your head on his shoulder, Jake chuckled and asked, “Can’t get enough of me?”

The end of his sentence trailed on when he heard your seatbelt click off and he felt your lips on his neck, kissing, sucking, and licking at his skin, and specifically his sweet spot. “Babe, I’m driving, we can mess around once we get back to your house.” He tried keeping his eyes open, but when you started palming him through his pants, his eyes fluttered close. “Hmm, pull over. Want you in my mouth, now.” Whispering your demand in his ear and licking the shell, he swallowed and put on his turn signal, indicating that he was pulling over to the side of the road.

At least it was dark, and Jake took the back roads to your house, so there weren’t many other cars around. “You helped me this week, and I haven’t returned the favor. Which I felt bad about, let me make it up to you, please.” You pouted up at him and pawed at his pants. “Please, Jake, let me suck you off.” His breath was heavy, and you hadn’t even done anything yet, he nodded and lifted his hips up after he removed his seatbelt.

You unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Before he could say anything, you were mouthing around the outline of his dick. Licking him through his boxer briefs and kissing at the wet spot that had started to form at his tip.

“Please, don’t tease, you make me so hard, need to cum.” You listened to his whines of need and pulled down his briefs. Even in the dark, you could tell that his dick was pretty, you nuzzled your cheek into his cock like you did with his neck. “Jake, you’re so big.” You mewled when the weight of his hand landed on your head and tugged on your hair.

Raising your head, you traced your lips with his tip, lining your lips with his pre-cum. After one whine to hurry up, you took Jake into your mouth. Your tongue felt around, finding a prominent vein and you took him out of your mouth, letting go of him with a pop. You returned to that vein and licked it up and down, sucking along it. Jake’s moans filled the car, ‘So High’ by Doja Cat was in the background, and of course, the sucking noise you were making.

“I need to be in your throat.” Jake took your head in his hands and returned it with your mouth hovering open above his dick. You took the tip in by yourself, and Jake pushed you down the rest of the way. Your nose meeting the little patch of hair at his pelvic bone with a gag.

You moaned around his dick and relaxed your throat, allowing Jake to do whatever he wanted with you. And he did. He started bucking his hips into your face, fucking your mouth at the pace he wanted, at the pace that was gonna help him cum down your throat.

You started trying to talk, not having much luck with him down your throat, but Jake noticed and pulled you off of him. “Wait, I, Jake, I want you to cum in me.” Jake could see your face slightly with the light from the moon shining in. Tears were running down your cheeks and drool and pre-cum were sticking to face.

“You’re so fucking pretty; I’ll do anything you want.” He told you to get in the back seat and of course you listened. He smacked your ass while you were climbing over the console, with twisting his shoulders and letting out a few grunts, Jake followed. “Take off your shirt and bra, wanna see your tits bounce when you ride me.” The words were muffled when Jake pulled his shirt over his head, but you were able to make the words out. While you were working on your bra, Jake reached over to you and unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, and then tugged them down when you lifted your butt off the seat.

When you and Jake actually looked at each other again, both of you were fully naked. Jake made the first move by holding the back of your neck and slamming his lips into yours. Jake spread his legs and pulled you over to him, maneuvering you to straddle him.

“Oh my god. I can feel you dripping on me.” You looked away when Jake started to blindly explore your soaking pussy. “Hmm, what a messy girl, can’t help but get wet at giving me head. My cock whore.” You whined from being so flustered but then whined from pleasure.  Jake teased your cunt with his cock before prodding at your quivering hole.

You didn’t like how slow Jake was being, so you raised your hips and bottoming out yourself. Both you and Jake cursed and threw your heads back, finally being able to feel each other after all the teasing. “So wet and warm and tight”, Jake gritted his teeth when you tightened around him. “So big, Jake, too much, oh fuck, please.”

“It isn’t too much, you wanted this, and you’re going to be good for me and take it all. Now ride me.” He smacked your thigh hard and leaned back. You placed your hands on his chest and started bouncing on his cock, raising your hips enough where just the tip was inside and then bottoming out completely once again. You continued doing that, moaning loudly when Jake hit your g-spot or when he started playing with your tits.

The steamy atmosphere was ruined by your phone ringing. Jake tried to get you to ignore it, but it could’ve been important, so you reached for your jeans, with Jake still balls deep inside of you. You grimaced at the caller though. “Who is it?” “Sunghoon.” You were about to toss your phone back to where your jeans were wadded up, but Jake wanted otherwise. “Answer it.” Your walls tensed, and Jake laughed. “I know you like the idea, so answer it before it stops ringing. Now.” You listened.

“Hey Sunghoon, what’s up?” You tried keeping your voice even and when Jake reached towards your phone to put him on speaker, you gulped. “Nothing much, Sunoo and Jungwon got on to my ass about what I said to you, so I just wanted to apologize.” When it was time for you to respond, Jake started trusting into you again. “It-It’s okay-y S-Sunghoon.”

Oh no. Sunghoon and you both stopped breathing, Jake however was very proud. He got you to moan Sunghoon’s name. “Y/n, are you alright?” Your face was burning, and your head started to fog. “Yeah Hoon, she’s just fine.” The smugness in Jake’s voice traveled well through the phone and Sunghoon immediately understood.

“Oh my god, are you serious right now?” You whined into the phone when Jake started to continuously hit your g-spot. “Why? Are you jealous Hoon? Hang up if you don’t wanna listen, or do you want more?” Nothing was said on either line, but Sunghoon hasn’t hung up and that made you more flustered.

The silence was broken until Sunghoon spoke up, “I-I wanna see her.” You gasped in surprise and Jake’s smirk grew. “I had a feeling you would Hoon.” Jake clicked the video chat button and turned on his flash. “Smile and moan for Hoon, baby.” You tried to smile at the camera, but it was ruined by Jake pinching your clit, “Fuck, Jake, Sunghoon, please!”

Heavy breathing was coming from both males. Jake moved his body so he could push you down to lay on the seat. He kneeled above you and shone the flash of his phone down on you. When it hit your eyes, you squinted, and your face scrunched but it didn’t stay on your face. Jake panned the phone to your tits, and smacked them both, showing Sunghoon how they jiggled. “Jake, show me her pussy please.”

“Hoon~” Sunghoon moaned at the sound of you whining his name, not Jake’s too, just his. “Aw, babe, do you hear that? Hoon is jerking off to your body, I can’t blame him thought, you're just so sexy. My perfect little fuckdoll.” You tried to close your legs when Jake was showing Sunghoon, but he slapped your pussy, feeling your arousal splatter on his abs. “Man, only if you could feel this pussy, it’s so fucking wet.”

Jake was still in you during this and when he showed Sunghoon, he pulled out and slowly pushed in. Allowing him to see your back arch up and your cum covering Jake’s cock. “Look at that creamy cunt.” Sunghoon said through a moan and with Jake quickening his pace, you felt yourself coming close to the edge.

“Jake, I’m gonna cum.” Jake frowned and shook his head, eyes locked on your pussy convulsing around his dick. “No, baby, I don’t want you to cum. I want you to squirt, squirt like you did for me the other day. Squirt for Sunghoon.”

Both you and Hoon gasped, and Jake started circling the pad of his thumb on your pulsing clit. “Come on, I know you can do it, just let go for me.” You couldn’t stop moving and you couldn’t do anything to prevent what was going to happen.

Jake hit your spot once more and the name you screamed wasn’t his, but Jake didn’t care. Jake thrusted in you one last time, filling you up with his cum even with the liquid shooting out of your body. Your breathing was unsteady, and your thighs kept twitching even after Jake pulled out.

Even though you and Jake had finished, Sunghoon wasn’t. He moaned your name and, “Dude, show me her pussy, wanna see it all shiny and swollen.” Jake lifted on of your legs up and over the head of the backseat and the other over the console, so your foot was in the passenger seat in the front. Now, Sunghoon could see everything, both of your most intimate holes on display for his greedy eyes.

He watched Jake’s cum drip out of your pussy and down your ass to puddle on the seat. His cum wasn’t the only thing that was dripping, from you squirting there was a sheen on the seat, your thighs, and on your pussy, which looked destroyed. It was red and swollen and Sunghoon could only wish that it was him who did this to you.

“Let me see her face.” Jake complied and Hoon’s groans grew louder and more constant, Jake turned the phone and flipped the camera so you and Sunghoon would be looking at each other. Sunghoon whispered your name and threw his head back. Cumming into his fist, which you wanted to watch more than anything. “Sunghoon” you whimpered when Jake flicked your clit just to get you to whine the other man’s name again.  

[boysbeloving]

BL People I Desire Carnally

tagged by the sweet @toxicrevolver and the lovely @i-got-the-feels

*cracks knuckles* aight we got a game that speaks to my cunt heart...y'all can tap out any time if it gets too carnal for y'all to read hhheeeeheee

(warning: i'm gonna start off STRONG and then it'll get mellow)

Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul from KinnPorsche the Series

just full naming him makes me THROB and the man looks like THIS...i want him to just pull his dick out of the zipper when he's wearing his ombre suit and fuck me silly <3 i want his nipple shadow to shelter me from the sweltering heat, i want to sleep with my face buried in his armpit and i want to smell his pubes after he's had a long day at mafia, i want to lick his happy trail and kiss his nose mole

okay i think the weak-hearted must have tapped out by now lol.....the rest of you, let's continue

2. Jeng from Step by Step

OKAY THIS MAN IS A MATTRESS AND A BLANKET AT THE SAME TIME COZ HE'S SO FUCKING BROAD....i'd love to be on him, i'd love him on me and one thing i do desire is to ride his thigh...i think that'd be fun (thigh riders please confirm)

3. Khun Yai from I Feel You Linger in the Air

OMFG THIS TOOK ME BY SURPRISE ISTG but also not so surprised...if you give me a soft, tender, understanding (and a bit oppressed but trying his hardest) man in (relative) power with an awesome bod AND AN EYEBROW SCAR then what do you expect from me...WHAT DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME.....you know when you're young you think you'd 'make love' and not just 'fuck' coz one of them is on a superior ground? ya....maybe it'll be making love with khun yai coz it just be like that sometimes??? anyway i would like to be in his lap while he's on his knees thrusting into me softly (and maybe not so softly) with his laboured breath lingering on my lips

4. Lian from Cutie Pie

eyebrows....he's one of the eyebrows people so yeah....gonna lick them :)) i want that tongue inside my mouth and other places...also, he's insatiable and i love that...keep it hard, boy! ngl i want the entire sex scene from the series for myself...thanks

5. Payu from Love in the Air

oh man this is one bad boy i wouldn't mind inside me...also that half ponytail earns him SO MANY BONUS SLUTTY POINTS....i'd fuck him just for that hairdo lol....BUT! he's also got the upperlip mole going for him and the cheek scar (it doesn't help that he's a dork irl and i simply adore him)

6. Togawa from Old-fashioned Cupcake

OH I COULD USE HIS THUMB AND OTHER BODY PARTS IN MY MOUTH....if he indulges me with an anti-aging routine where we go on dessert dates and spend peaceful time together then he's absolutely allowed to be a total freak in bed (which i know he is...he just is)

7. Kurosawa from Cherry Magic

he is so understanding and loves so deeply and quietly and is so sincere and i KNOW he would fuck with the same sincerity and intensity..i think it would those cuddles + fucks kinda thing? but yeah, he makes me feel warm

8. Sky from Love in the Air

OKAY THIS BOY I WANNA PEG BIG TIME..i want to feel him squirm under me as i hit his sweet spots, i wanna watch his face as i jerk him off and he's not allowed to touch himself, i want to her his gasps when he comes....i want this lovely bottom in my life i'd treat him so well istg

9. Ida from My Love Mix-up

again, i think it's the sincerity along with those sharp features that do it for me....he's open, straight-forward, willing and takes action.....he'd take sex very seriously imo lolololol....would have to tell him that it's okay to chill hehheehhe

10. Sean from Not Me the Series

there's something so raw and gritty about him...i would love to bite him a bit coz that's exactly what you're supposed to do to him...i think i'd like him doggy style and more than anything else i want him to fall asleep on my boob

this is not an exhaustive list lolololol but here are 10 boys at least hhehehhee

no pressure tags: @guzhu-furen @smittenskitten @aana210 @wildestflower9 @baby-droll and anyone else who wants to do this!

i formally tag @imminentinertia in this as well 💚💚💚💚💚💚

[blu3b3rryj4mp1r3]

Im making art 4 u!!

Do u have a persona/oc i could use as reference? Or maybe just ur hair + eye color + sense of style (what you find comfortable for sleeping or laying around in !) ?

(/Not forcing)

wow thank you!! that's so sweet!!! I actually didn't have one before but after reading your ask I felt inspired so I tried making one! it took a few days because of how I'm feeling at the moment, but I think I managed to make something I'm pretty happy with (though details might change in the future) they're kind of a combination of pinkie pie, fluttershy and me (like my username haha, which I guess is their name too now? 🤔)

I gave them a hairstyle similar to how I wear my hair irl and added in some brown into their pink mane, since my natural hair is brown

their eyes are also blue like mine

cake batter yellow fur & hair sprinkles 'cause I like to bake (pinkie does too of course 🤭)

bows & details in similar shades as the blue I use for rainbow dash because she's awesome and I love her

strawberry socks because 1. love fun socks & 2. strawberry is my favourite fruit & flavour & 3. duh. I litterally love strawberries so much I named myself after them!! >♡<

they have fake fairy wings sometimes because same and also earthpony + pegasus who lives on the ground... idk kinda made sense to me at least

cutie mark is a crayon being lifted by balloons because childish + creativity + love to make ponies smile by doing what they love

likes to wear: mane charms, fun socks, childish princessy things (but sometimes I wear a bit more gender neutral clothes if I'm feeling particularly dysphoric) that one blue unicorn onesie because it's been my favourite thing to wear since I was 12 and I stopped growing when I was about 12 or something so I never grew out of it lol!

loves soft blankets, stuffies, pigs & anything fun and childish!

thank you so much for making me inspired to make a ponysona/oc! I've always thought about it, but never really tried, I had SO much fun making this and it really brightened my mood despite the bad circumstances I find myself in currently. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷!!!

p.s. and of course if you still want to make something, you can make them human too, haha I just assumed we were talking about ponies but when reading your ask again I realize that might not have been the case 🤭

♡ ˢᶠʷ ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒⁿˡʸ ♡

[vintagelacerosette]

Tag game Tuesday/picrew catch up!

Oh how I've missed doing these! Thank you so much to these sweetpeas who tagged me to do these tag games/picrew. Lyle @milkovetti Michelle @michellemisfit Bri @y0itsbri Evie @energievie Julia @juliakayyy Georgia @iansw0rld Kat @mybrainismelted Nosho @creepkinginc Cross @crossmydna Willow @ian-galagher Lyds @ardent-fox Vey @look-i-love-u Molly @deathclassic Jay @surviving-maybe 💕

💟Name: Myn/Shermyn

#️⃣Age: 27

🗺️Location: Sydney

🧥Do you own a robe? Describe it. Yeah a pink silky with lace trim one my older sister gifted me as my maid of honour gift 🥰

☕️Do you have a favorite mug? Describe it. Why yes! It's one of my prized possessions! My Gallacrafts mug I made art with the darling & talented Ling @lingy910y

🧣Do you have a favorite blanket? Describe it. You know I don't think I do & that's tragic 😔

🍵Coffee or Tea? Tea

↳🔥🧊Hot or Cold? Cold it's been so damn humid & dry in Sydney rn 😓

🧦Fuzzy socks or Wool socks? Wool

🧤Gloves or Mittens? Gloves but the fingerless kind so I can scroll/read fics on my phone lol

🔥Fireplace or Campfire? Fireplace

🌞🌜Sun or Moon? Both baby! They work in tandem to give us life ☀️🌙

🍬Chocolate candy or Sugar candy? Sugar 🍭

🥐Sweet Pastry or Savory Pastry? Sweet

🎃Peppermint or Pumpkin Spice? Peppermint. I haven't had pumpkin spice before

🛏️Go to bed early or Wake up early? Wake up early but i don't sleep early to make the happen 🥲

🥣Cold cereal in milk or Hot oatmeal? Cold cereal in milk I especially love the sweet ones. American cereal certainly hit the spot with their cinnamon toast crunch or lucky charms 🤤

🍞Potatoes or Bread? 🥔

And Finally…

🚬 Gallagher or Milkovich? It'll have to be MIlkovich even tho objectively the are more terrible ones than good. But to be fair the great stole my fucking heart 💖

Picrew

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father? 

I think Johnny Rose from Schitt's Creek would be a funny dad plus loaded 🤣

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

I'd love an otter omfg they're so damn cute 😭

What is your Chinese takeout order? 

Sweet & sour pork & spinch noodle with wild mushrooms.

What's your favorite emoji?

🥹 I'm particularly fond of this one bc it's the marvelling of beauty for me

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

I think greenhouse. I think would be so soothing & I feel like I need more plants in my life hahaha

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

Cardcaptor Sakura 🌸

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I joined 2012 it was so aesthetic & I wished be one of those vintage aesthetic blogs hence my tumblr name lmao. I kinda got confused & scared how to use it so i stopped for 2 years. So i missed out all the fun drama i guess lol. Then I started using it as like a scrapbook of things I liked hahah

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

50s but I feel that would be such an effort to pull off

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Pokemon but like in the switch games. I've been playing too much instead of sleeping lmao

What is your favourite piece of art? 

Idk if I have a favourite but one that impacted me in high school was a piece called 'Atomic: full of love, full of wonder' by Nike Savvas. Funny thing is that I got to see it in person may 2 or 3 years after seeing it in a high school text book & having to do essays on it. It was by complete accident & I had no idea see was displaying her work in our national art gallery. It was magic to see a piece irl after studying it 🥰

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

My bestie jusr got me this steel pink hello kitty tumblr that was a collab with a bubble tea shop! I love it I take it to work 💖

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I think time travel with younger selves meeting their older selve & seeing how they fot their happy ending 🥰

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

Yeah a carry bag for work. It's this tote bag another bestie got me for my last birthday. It's really cute. It's pink & mint green with a cluster of cute things like teddy bear.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Respectfully no ❤️

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

I'd say mafia au especially bc of the amazing fic by Kay/Shamelessquestions, The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

He sure could! He's our swol lil man

Look at them guns!!

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

I kind have this tie between Fiona getting it or it being passed to Liam & Franny to keep the legacy going

Not tagging any bc I'm late but if you see this & you want to go ahead starlight 🩷