#like. a while back and my tags are all fucked up. and i have a lot of inactive people following me so. just wanna get a clean blog :)

[dirtysvthoughts]

mafia boss! wonwoo x reader headcanons

tags/warnings: smut, female! reader, reader is shorter than wonwoo, some pwp, some worldbuilding before the smut (you know how i do), pet names (pretty girl, little one, etc.), mentions of love languages, mentions of lingerie, fingering, lots of kissing and making out, mentions of a dinner, apartment sex, kitchen sex into bedroom sex, make sure they wrap it up before you unwrap it! i’m actually highly upset i can’t have wonwoo blow my back out on a regular

author’s note: first of all, HEY BESTIES! i know i’ve been kinda silent, but i’m slowly getting back my will and motivation to write (do NOT take 3 classes during the summer). i’ve been dying to get my thoughts out on this after the lalali mv, and who knows - this may end up as a full length fic sometime soon 👀 let’s get into it!

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-mafia boss! wonwoo whose gang started off small, and now he runs one of the largest mafia organizations in the country. he’s cunning, smart, sly, intimidating, even ruthless. those under him respect and admire him, from his vice-leader to the newer members. he strikes fear into several and he is not to be taken lightly or crossed. several groups have been eliminated with just a few words from his lips (like he said, he’s a monster).

-then enter you, his lover, whose entire lifestyle is the opposite of the one he leads. you’re just a simple office worker, but you’re fortunate enough to have some extra pleasures, like a lavish apartment and a decent social life. wonwoo has had his share of women and previous relationships, but you were different. you keep him level headed and grounded. your calm demeanor and intelligence are so very, very attractive to him. and of course, your looks and natural beauty were stunning. he’s protective of you and would prefer you rather not get involved in any of his business endeavors.

-even though he insists on not bringing you into his craziness, he wants to help you out and provide for you as much as he can. his acts of service have ranged from his captains running errands for you to even giving you large monetary gifts every few months.

smut under the cut!! minors DO NOT INTERACT FROM HERE!

-good god, sex with mafia boss! wonwoo would go two ways: rough sex with you screaming and begging for mercy or soft sex with you whimpering and moaning his name, telling you to hold your cum in until he says you can release it. either way, his dominance will be asserted.

-has multiple pet names for you, but absolutely loves calling you: “little one,” “princess,” “my darling,” and “pretty girl.”

-mafia boss! wonwoo has an OBSESSION with you in lingerie. he. can’t. get. enough. he’s bought you multiple sets, and of course has his favorites. absolutely loves it when you dress up for him, he will roam his calloused hands up and down your body, kissing your stomach as he toys with the hem of your panties.

-one of your sexual encounters was in his gang’s warehouse (before the group’s weekly meeting, so it was empty). he looked so dashing in his green gucci suit, hair pulled back into a bun - the wetness gushing in your panties making it clear you needed him. when he closes and locks the warehouse garage door, he crashes his lips onto yours while his hands grab your ass. he grunted something about missing you and how he needed to feel your tight cunt around him. at the moment, you’re unable to form words, but you feel the exact same way, all you could think about was him while you were working and the last time he fucked you silly. he walks you over to a table, lips still on yours and his hands now moving to take off your blouse. he tosses the white garment to the side, leaving you in your bra and work pants. once the back of your knees hit the edge of the table, he guides you to lay on top, clearing off everything in your way - objects loudly crashing to the floor. he caresses your face as his right hand works the clasps and the zipper on your pants, fingers slowly trailing inside your panties, and lightly touching your clit from the outside. you can help but bite your lip and moan his name, wonwoo smirking in response and he rubs the pad of his fingers around your part. “think you can finish before junghoon (his vice leader) gets here, little one?”

-another wonderful sexual encounter brought out his soft dom side. he wanted to spend some time with you, so you two set a date where he can come over to your place, have some food, and enjoy your company. on the day of, he rings the doorbell to your apartment, bringing with him a bottle of champagne, dressed in a white mock turtleneck with black pants. when you open the door, a smile appears on his face and you take his hand, leading him through the door. you just put him at ease, and he feels so comfortable around you. “i missed you my darling,” he whispers as he kisses your hand, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

-some time passes after dinner, and the two of you are talking in the kitchen with champagne still in your glasses. as you sit on the counter, wonwoo finishes washing the dishes, thanking you for the meal. you shrug and say it was nothing and you didn’t mind, but wonwoo insists that it was something more. “i know i don’t say this a lot, but i want to let you know that i do love you, and you mean a lot to me.” your heart melts at his words and you give wonwoo a hug as he comes back to your side. “i love you too, baby,” you whisper. a few moments later, you delicately press your lips on his, and he seals the deal. your tongues dance together as you continue to kiss, this time your hands are the first to move and they tug at the hem of his turtleneck, pulling it up to reveal some of his abs. he helps you out as his shirt goes higher, and it’s quickly tossed to the other side of the room. he returns the favor by taking off your crop top, revealing the bra that beautifully accentuates your breasts. he licks his lips as he kisses your neck, his hands moving slowly up your thighs. “w-wonwoo,” you whine, “i need you!” “i know, darling, i know,” he responds. “you’ll have everything you want and more tonight.” he carries you bridal style to your bedroom, lips still locked together as gently tosses you onto the bed.

-you’re pretty sure by now your neighbors can hear you moan for your partner, but you could care less right now - wonwoo was thrusting into so deliciously that you body pinged with each movement. he knew your body and he knew how to please you, and tonight he wanted to make sure just how much you meant to him. filthy phrases leave his mouth, calling you his baby girl, how perfect your pussy was for him, and all he wanted was to see your legs covered in his juices. you grasp onto your hotel-like white sheets, your face contorting as his deep voice and dick send you over the edge when he hits your spot and releases his load in you. you breathe heavily as you come too, saying his name over and over as if it was the only thing you knew.

“i love you little one,” he kisses your cheek as he pulls out, embracing you as you cuddle up to his side.

“mmm, i love you too.”

[toji-girl]

baby trapping with papa toji….? 🥰

18+ only content - mdni

it's always the characters do it so I switched it up!

tags: fem reader + dark content + baby trapping + explicit smut

also please please do NOT do this IRL - a conversation about bringing another life into this world is something that needs to happen!!!

Toji is a wonderful uncle to your soccer team of nieces and nephews and young cousins who love to ride on his back as the older kids chase after them, whenever he was around there was sure to be loud laughter coming from the gaggle of kids that followed him.

If you showed up to your parent's house alone all the kids would ask where Toji is and when you mentioned he was at work they gave you the stink eye because you're just not as fun as them and your husband is the fun one out of the adults.

You just obeyed your sisters and aunts' rules.

But they were meant to be bent a little and that's how you ended up in the bathroom of your shared home with your husband flushing your birth control pills down the toilet along with poking holes in the condom, both were beyond vile and foul truth be told.

Your womb ached each time you saw Toji being soft on the children and when he held your brother's newborn baby your plan was blown all to hell, it made the ache now pulse and bloom into a burning desire that occupied all of your thoughts with Toji's baby.

The baby tucked in his arms is something you could never forget, neither were his words.

"I think we're having fun being the aunt and uncle, we don't need a brat of our own for a while."

His words echoed since that day when you had to wait for your ovulation week to come around which felt like forever until the telltale signs flashed like a neon light in a dark alley. You were insatiable.

Toji loved it too.

The way you rubbed up against him, pressing your tits into his back when you hugged him from behind to slide your hand into his shorts. "Darlin', you do know I'm trying to cook us something?" He husked.

"I know, you look so domestic, makes me horny." You teased stroking him from base to tip feeling him swell in your palm as you scattered open-mouthed kisses along his bare shoulders and back.

He mumbled something but you didn't hear it when he turned around to watch you drop to your knees to tug his bottoms down until they pooled around his ankles while leaning against the counter.

Green eyes narrowed when you kissed his sticky tip lapping at the pre that pearled at the slit. Toji let out a deep groan as you deepthroated him resting your nose in his soft pubic hair.

His sack rested against your chin as you bobbed up and down letting your eyes flutter shut as you pleasured your husband. "I don't want you to cum in my mouth, I want a creampie, please?" You begged.

It was wrong, you knew it.

There was no way Toji could deny you when his head was wrapped up in his high. You giggled when he helped you to your feet and guided you to the bedroom undressing you on the way there.

His hands felt soft against you as he caressed your sides as he kneeled between your legs letting them rest on his thighs as he felt you up. "My pretty wife." He murmured looking down at you.

His cock was hot and heavy as he let it rest on your pussy, teasing you in a way that made you whine and mewl for him.

Toji couldn't hold back anymore not when he knew your wet and warm cunt was waiting for him. He loved to watch the way your hole stretched around the tip before going back down in size when he pulled out. "Stop teasing me please and fuck me!" You cried out.

He chuckled and leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss as he thrust in and out working you up to him finally bottoming out as you slid your arms under his hooking them as you clung to him.

Your back lifted off the mattress as his hand slid down your side to grope until he reached your leg hitching it higher until it dangled over his shoulder and he was going deeper with slow strokes that made you feel impossibly full and head fuzzy as pleasure drowned you.

Even though you were on the pill, Toji sometimes still wore condoms but now he wondered why he did when you felt so wet and good, the way your pussy pulsed around him begging silently not to pull out.

And how could he when you were begging him so sweetly under him?

Your words slurred together as tears gathered in your eyes when his thumb circled around your clit making you clench tighter around him, his skin felt sticky with sweat as you rubbed his back and shoulders.

A million soft I love yous fell from your lips like spilled ink on paper.

That was weeks ago but it still never left your mind, the feeling of him coming inside you was a feeling you were addicted to.

The first sign of your plan coming together was your missed period and mood swings that caught Toji's attention, he's been around your sisters enough to know that you might be pregnant, but how?

He knew that the pill wasn't a hundred percent at stopping this, so he was confused about how you ended up pregnant.

[heejake-hoon]

Synopsis: you made Jake a little jealous, and now you have to face the consequences.

Tags: smut, mdni, name calling (cumslut, fuckdoll...), unprotected sex, hair pulling, light choking?, kind of possessive Jake.

note: not proof read, also rushed

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You gasp as Jake slams you against the wall, crowding into your space until you're enveloped by his heat, his scent, his sheer overwhelming presence. His hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back sharply to bare the column of your throat to his darkened gaze.

"You've been acting like a little brat all night," he growls, nose skimming along your jawline. "Teasing me, flirting with other guys, making me fucking crazy with jealousy. Is this what you wanted, hmm? Wanted me to snap? To put you in your place?"

His other hand comes up to wrap around your throat, fingers flexing warningly. Your pulse flutters wildly against his palm and you swallow hard, mouth going dry at the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Jake, I-" you start, but he cuts you off with a harsh squeeze to your windpipe, just hard enough to make you light-headed.

"Shut up," he snarls, free hand gripping roughly your breast through your shirt. "You don't get to play coy now, Y/N. Not after you spent the whole fucking night acting like a shameless little cocktease.” he squeezes the flesh in his hand harder making you moan “No, you wanted this. Wanted me to remind you who you belong to, didn't you? Wanted me to stake my fucking claim?"

You whimper, knees going weak as he rolls your nipple between unforgiving fingers. Slowly, deliberately, you nod, holding his dark gaze with your own. Something like triumph flashes across Jake's face and your stomach swoops in anticipation.

"That's what I thought," he says lowly, leaning in until his lips brush the shell of your ear. "You're mine, Y/N. This body is mine.” he tugs on ur nipple making you whimper in pain and arousal. “And I think it's time I reminded you of that fact."

Suddenly, he's spinning you around, shoving you face-first against the wall and yanking your skirt up around your waist. You yelp as he rips your panties clean off, the delicate lace giving way easily under his impatient hands.

"Fuck, look at you," Jake groans, trailing teasing fingers through your dripping folds. "Already so wet for me, baby. So desperate for my cock. I bet you'd let me fuck you right here, where anyone could walk by and see what a needy little slut you are, huh?"

"Yes," you gasp out, arching back into his touch shamelessly. "Yes, Jake, please, want you so bad-"

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers racing down your spine. "Oh, I know you do, sweetheart. And I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fuck this greedy cunt so hard you forget your own name...."

Jake's fingers wrap around your throat from behind, cutting off your air supply and making your head swim. Your cunt clenches hard around nothing, a broken moan escaping your lips as he notches the thick head of his cock against your entrance.

"Gonna feel so good choking on my dick," he rasps, rolling his hips torturously slow, barely breaching you. "Gonna look so pretty with tears in your eyes, fighting for every breath while I split you open. You want that, baby? Want me to wreck this pussy, want me to make you see fucking stars?"

"Please," you whimper, scrabbling for purchase against the wall as he drives into you harder, deeper. "Jake, fuck, need it, need you to- ah!"

Your words dissolve into a high, keening cry as he bottoms out, pushing the air from your lungs and making you roll your eyes. Jake sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against your ass as he rails you, fingers tightening around your windpipe until you're dizzy with it, until your lungs burn and your cunt throbs and you can't tell up from down.

"That's it, take it," he grits out through clenched teeth, angling his thrusts to hit that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "Fucking take my cock like the desperate little cumslut you are. Gonna stuff you so full of my dick you'll be feeling it for days.” He pulled away until only his tip was inside before slamming hard into you, earning a small cry from you as you started to lose it. “fuckkk, gonna paint this pussy white, plug you up and send you out there dripping with my fucking spend."

You keen brokenly, walls starting to flutter around him as black spots crowd the edges of your vision. You're right on the knife's edge of too much, the pleasure bordering on pain as Jake fucks into you relentlessly, choking you within an inch of your life.

"Jake," you rasp, scrabbling behind you to grab his wrist, nails biting into his skin. "Jake, 'm gonna come, gonna-"

"Do it," he snarls, doubling his efforts, slamming into you so hard your feet nearly leave the ground. "Come on my cock, Y/N. Fucking soak me, let me feel you shake apart-"

His words, his touch, the sweet ache of your lungs screaming for air - it's all too much. With a silent scream, you shatter, clamping down around him rhythmically as ecstasy crashes over you in blinding waves.

Jake swears in aw, hips stuttering as your cunt milks him for all he's worth. A few more erratic thrusts and he's coming too, muffling his groan against your shoulder as he spills deep inside you, marking you from the inside out.

Slowly, carefully, he loosens his grip on your throat, letting you suck in greedy lungfuls of air. You slump against the wall, knees giving out, but Jake is there to catch you, strong arms banding around your waist and holding you steady.

"I've got you," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your hair, your temple, your cheek. "You did so well for me, baby. Took everything I gave you like a champ. My good girl, my perfect little fuckdoll..."

You can only whimper in response, too dazed and dick drunk to form words. Jake chuckles, low against your skin, as he gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom.

He lays you out on the sheets almost reverently, crawling over you and peppering your face with tender kisses. "I love you," he says quietly, smoothing your hair back from your sweat-damp brow. "I love you so fucking much, Y/N. You drive me crazy in the best possible way."

You hum contentedly, looping your arms around his neck and tugging him down into a slow, sweet kiss. "I love you too," you murmur against his lips. "Even when you're being a jealous caveman."

Jake grins, unrepentant. "Hey, I warned you when we started dating that I was the possessive type. Not my fault you didn't believe me."

You roll your eyes fondly, trailing idle fingers down his spine. "Mm, well, maybe I should tease you more often then. If this is the result..."

Jake's eyes flash with heat and he nips at your bottom lip in admonishment. "Careful what you wish for, brat," he warns playfully. "Keep it up and I really will fuck you in public next time. Bend you over the hood of the car and eat your cunt right there in the parking lot where anyone could see."

[i-eat-dynamites]

` > incest, 3some (ish), piss (reader pees instead of cumming)

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being bakugous cute little sister means having him and his best friend tag team you. katsukis have your back against his chest while eijiro eats your soppy little cunt. "how long have y'been wanting this hm?" his arms were wrapped around you tightly while his friends hands held your thighs apart.

"f.. f'r a while n-now..." you whined out, your voice all shaky from the never ending orgasms kiri pulled out of you. "for a while huh? what, so y've been fuckin' that cute little pussy to my friend? what dirty bitch.. " he emphasizes his words by aggressively rubbing circles on your aching clit, you hiss. "nnstop-! that's too- fuckin'-" you squirm around him, then feel a vibration and growl between your legs.

"stop moving cutie..." eijiro mumbles, his fingers digging onto the meat of your soft thighs, he dug his face into your pussy, rubbing his nose your clit while his tongue explores your gummy wallls. there's already stains on the bed from eijiros drool and your cum.

"that's enough dumbass." "hold on man.. gonna pull out a last one..." you were already a shaking mess beneath him yet he wanted to make you squirt again? what a sadist. "what!? can't cum 'nymore stupid!" you try to pry him off of you but he didn't budge, not even a bit.

"tch, f'she ends up pissing, you're cleaning it up." "i know, i know... shit.. s'all gonna worth it.." your eyes widen when you feel katsukis hands wrap behind the back of your knees then pulling them towards him, exposing more of your needy cunt to his friend. "wh-what th'fuck are you doing?!" "helping, idiot." katsuki growled, "f'you wanna make her cum then do it quick, wanna have 'er 'round my cock already." katsuki mutters.

"seriously? you wanna fuck your little sister kats? what a freak~" eijiro chuckles at his desperate attempt to get him to make you cum faster. "you idiot, don't think i haven't seen you fuck your fist t'her before. stealing one of 'er undies and burying your nose into em huh? yet you call me a freak." "at least she isn't my sister blasty." eijiro spits on your cunt, pinching your clit in between his thick fingers.

"tch... i mean... just look at her.." katsuki looks down on you. "plump tits, a fat ass a cute fuckin' cunt, who wouldn't wanna fuck her when she's got the body f'a slut~" he smirks over you before grabbing both your legs with one of his hand then sliding his free one on your slippery pussy. "look at that, soooo fuuuckin' messy..."

"shit, you're just gonna let him talk to you like that sweets?" eijiro chuckles, he looks down on your pussy, clenching around nothing while making feint squelching sounds. you mumble, "i don't care what he says...." "y'just love wearin' that pout don't ya~? always so bratty~.." eijiro leans in, he gently grabs your jaw and slowly turned your face to look at him, he licks his lips before shoving his tongue inside your hot mouth.

"mnh~." eijiro fondles your breasts, his fingers gently spreading your inverted nipples, "c'mon.... come out cutie~..." he pinches you, pulling away from your mouth then switching to your tits. "gonna gimme your milk mama?" eijiro circles his tongue around your nipple, while he pulls on the other.

"xuse me? y'plannin on knockin' her up asshole?" katsuki grabs a fitfull of his hair then pulled him away from your poor tits. "why not? mad cus you can't?" how cocky. "don't get smart with me kiri, either you fuck her thighs or use a damn condom, pick one." katsuki fumed. eijiro clicked his tongue then pulled out a condom form his back pocket.

"damn boner killer." he muttered, ripping the corner of the plastic with his teeth then tossing the wrapper aside. "and you. you fuckin' love this don't you? ya big bro watchin' as you're about t'get your cervix bruised." you nod, all bashful and coy.

"aww, look at 'er kiri, all needy and willin'" katsuki grins at your embarrassed act before spreading your legs open. "see that sis? his dicks goin' deep, deeeep inside ya~." eijiro struggles to put the condom on, his brow creasing as he exhaled now that he's got the thin plastic around his length.

"ready darlng?" "s-sooo.. fuck'n big..." "i know sweets, that's why i was stretchin' you a ton earlier, you're not gonna give up now are you? you're a big girl, s' i know you can take~" eijiro murmured, prodding your cunt with the tip of his dick, drawing circles and rubbing it up and down. "say you want it." katsuki demanded, you froze when he called. "m'not repeating myself princess. say you want his dick."

"don't wanna keep 'im waiting sis." you gulped, then whimpered a tiny 'uh huh'. "what was that? didn't quite catch it." "i-! i want it okay! i... please.. want it s'bad.." katsuki snickered, his eyes darted to kiri, a signal to plunge himself into you.

"don't hold back, pound 'er like you're life depends on it." "damn-" eijiro drops his entire weight on you, his dick immediately kissing the entrance to your womb caused every hair on your body to stand on edge. "-what a demanding older brother, how d' you keep up with him huh babe?" he begins thrusting, slow but powerful, every thrust sends the bed back, hitting the wall.

"oh my god oh my god oh my fuck'n god!" you legs were half way into going numb. you whine at feeling of his fat dick stretching your perfect pussy for him, every vein, you feel going inside, not to mention the black patch of hair sitting at the base tickles your clit when he goes down.

"y'feel that sis? look at that-" katsuki grabs the back of your head and forces you to watch your needy hole get fucked. "-takin' him so well, 'nd you're gonna take me just as good right?" your eyes shot open then snapped your head at him. "i-! mnh! can't pos- fuck! -sibly take you're- you're cock!" every word you enunciate gets cut off by eijiros strong thrusts.

"why? too pussy to take your brother's entire dick sis?" katsuki teased, his hands groping and pulling on your tits. eijiros growl caught the both of your attention. "enough talking, focus on this dick sweetheart.." he stopped moving, his dick throbbing inside you, eijiro gently moves side to side and watches the bump on your tummy move.

"look at that.. fuck.... so full of me are ya? wanna be full of my babies too?" he cackled before picking up the pace and began slamming his hips into yours faster. "y'better watch it eijiro. f'that condom breaks i'll bash your fuckin' head in." katsuki growled, a visible scowl on his face.

"chill out man, it won't, so cool your jets, jeez.." the bed creeks, every sound of skins slapping each other fills the room. even your moans, you were sure that even a few of your neighboring classmates could hear. "ooh myy fuuckin' gooood~!" your legs twitch despite being numb, your tits and the chub on your tummy bounce with every bit of his thrusts.

"oh fuck m'gonna cum..!!" you hissed, the familiar feel of it on your stomach causes your back to arch. "mnfuck-!" you whined once more, katsuki began to rub your clit while eijiro took you to poundtown.

you shrieked when you feel his finger pads on your aching bud "kats'ki! stop!" your grab him arm, attempt to protest but it did nothing, only made him rub faster. "piss on his fuck'n dick, come ooon." his hand slid side to side faster when liquid from your cunt starts to spray all over.

eijiro moans a few times before finally resting his hips onto yours. "oohhh fuuck... shit that's fuckin' hot..." you writhe beneath the both of them, your hips twitching as you continued squirting on his cock, covering his toned abs with your piss.

"heh... well fuck... it broke~"

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[bonefall]

Do you think the clan cats having less kits per litter/less litters in general (they already have less kits than real cats) would fix the bloated cast issue? Because I look at Ginga and the cast is also bloated and only a few characters have offspring but the author keeps making other dogs join Ohu and refuses to kill the old as fuck dogs

I don't think there's any one particular "solution" for stopping bloat in series that manage large casts through generations like Ginga or WC, it's actually a few things

The #1 MOST important thing I think about bloat, though, is that it's about a ratio of quality to quantity. NOT raw size.

A long while back I made a couple of allegiance lists for certain eras. In spite of my Clans having the same (or even higher!) population as canon, I NEVER struggled with those lists being bloated. If anything, sometimes if a Clan's below 30, they look too small.

(I'm sure you can find those lists if you look, they're probably tagged BB!Allegiance, but they might be a bit out of date)

That's because in BB, there's dozens of HUGE cultural additions to Clan life. In "administration," alone, there's 3 new major divisions of skills (hunting, cooking, construction) ALL with their own "head" of that patrol, plus canon's leader, deputy, and Cleric. Not to mention subtitles like the Educator and maybe a Chaperone/Permaqueen!

So to bring it back to that "Ratio Theory," If our Clan is 30 cats, those 8 major roles immediately give at least a slight amount of character to a little over 25% of our group, with each role being something that the other 75% of cats can desire and compete for.

Canon's measly 3 is 10%, and you can ONLY vy for deputyship if you want any power. There's nothing else to BE ambitious about.

You can make the ratio higher by having hobbies, drama, skills, arts, etc. Basically; characterize background characters! Which should be obvious!! Give them traits that are useful and interesting and show the community being valuable.

It won't feel like "bloat," it has the sense of communities living their lives. Even if they go quiet for a while, when they return (just look at how much people like seeing Sedgecreek or Hallowflight mentioned lmao) it feels like meeting an old friend again.

WAYS TO MAKE BLOAT FEEL WORSE;

Giving too many "opportunities" to old characters.

Think of every relevant role a cat gets as a meal, and the bigger the role the more they've eaten. If you're only giving value to your old fanfavs, you're not doing much for them because they're already full while the rest of your cast starves.

Haphazardly killing off characters.

I actually strongly resent the "trend" where people conflate good storytelling with an author's willingness to suddenly kill characters off. I think it comes from the same place as needing to "outsmart" your audience.

If you kill off a character with VALUE, an unfinished arc, interesting connections, it's just unsatisfying. The Erins have this problem of killing background characters with some established lore or value (like Harelight and Briarlight) while leaving uninteresting background nobodies behind that they never build back up.

Before killing a character, ask yourself what their role in the cast is, and their dynamic with others. Try not to axe them without a plan to fill that "role" and/or comment on their absence. Replace what you take.

EASY REPLACABILITY

This one is HUGE, this is why Ginga is so bad with this. If a bunch of dogs die, 100 random soldiers can replace them from somewhere. That is REALLY bad, because all the random influxes of new characters do not have a chance to replace what was lost.

It also makes death feel cheaper. Oh no! Background dog 7446 got eaten by the newest type of bear. This won't make battles harder to win or cause us to lose any valuable skills though. Also a new dog just walked in from offscreen.

Population Growth outpaces Death Rate

AKA your cast is growing too fast and you're not getting rid of old characters. This is what anon was asking about-- and it CAN help to make births less frequent and litters smaller. Make sure to pair with preventing lots of new, adult characters to casually wander in, too.

ALL of these tips have exceptions and places where they can (and should) be subverted and broken. But these are just things I think about

[gravehags]

destroying all (and make them want it again)

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Tags: copia holding reader hostage for marathon fucking, copia being our favorite little sex freak, office sex, blowjobs, terzo being terzo, reader becoming more satanic every day :)

Words: 2,848

Summary: You'd think after almost three days of being held hostage by your perverted lover, you'd have tired of his touch. You'd think.

a/n: i for one would really benefit from being locked up in bed with copia for days like i really think i deserve that

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By the time Copia allows you to stumble out of his quarters two days after your fateful visit you are delightfully, deliciously sore.

You had no idea he’d be so…voracious. Your mild-mannered awkward Cardinal had you bent over and spread on every surface in his apartment, multiple times, drawing words out of you that you never dreamed of saying. He wasn’t a cruel kidnapper either - sporadically he would leave the apartment and return to you bearing sustenance from the dining hall. Your favorite was lounging nude on his mussed sheets while he dutifully and adoringly fed you plump purple grapes, kissing you in between bites. The thought stirs your heart as you open your apartment door and stumble inside to your bedroom to collapse face down on the duvet. You groan as you hike one leg up, the beautiful ache of being thoroughly used emanating from your core and into your muscles. You’re about to throw yourself in the shower when your phone vibrates.

Miss you already bellezza mia xx

You sigh.

Miss you more <3

I could…come over?

You laugh out loud, shaking your head.

You dog! You’re relentless. I haven’t showered in days, I feel filthy.

I could help you feel filthier ;)

Copia! Not that I’m opposed to the idea but my girl needs a break, per favore. You’ve worn her out.

Mi dispiace amore, she’s just so plump and willing and perfect for me, I can’t help myself.

Speaking of your girl, she’s stirring to attention at the thought of where this conversation is going and your fingers hover over the screen, tempted, before shaking your head.

You’re welcome to come over but no funny business. Might show my face in the dining hall to prove I’m still alive if you’re interested in meeting me there.

There’s a pause and your phone vibrates.

I’ll meet you at dinner and see if I can’t persuade her. Ti amo <3

Love you

When the two of you meet up a couple hours later at your usual table in the dining hall you garner more than a few curious looks. Rather than taking his typical spot across from you, instead he elects to sit next to you. You’re midway through a forkful of vegetarian lasagna when you feel the slide of leather clad fingers along your thigh. When you slowly turn your head, Copia’s shit-eating grin pans into view and you drop your fork, unamused.

“Really? In front of my lasagna?”

He gives you a creepy nod, still holding his smile and the sight has you bringing a fist to your mouth to stifle your laughter. Reaching down you grab one of his fingers and bend it back slightly as a warning.

“Ah, my amore would never hurt–ah!”

He cradles his hand to his chest and gives you a pout unbefitting a man of his distinguished age and position.

“Told you,” you say, shoving a bite of lasagna into your mouth then pointing at him with your fork, “no funny business.”

“Oh she’s cruel,” he laments, shaking his head, “La mia crudele, bella padrona. She would watch me wither away, never to feel her touch–”

“Oh come on, Copia, you held me hostage in your bed for almost three days! This is the first real meal I’ve had in literal days please let me–”

“She does not care for me,” he says, somehow managing to give you the most unsettling puppy-dog eyes ever. “She tells me she hates me and she wants me dead.”

“Oh for the love of fuck you cannot be serious,” your cheek rests on your propped up fist, watching this ridiculous display. “I just want to enjoy my lasagna unmolested,” you lower your voice as a sibling walks past, giving the two of you a disgusted once-over, “so naturally that means I hate you. Unholy fuck, if I had known pussy was going to turn you into this I never would have–”

“What kind of fuck?” Copia asks innocently, mustache twitching.

“I–hmm. You must be rubbing off on me.”

“Is that an invitation?” he asks, filthy leer returning to his face.

You roll your eyes but can’t smother the smile.

“I’m leaving, Copia,” you announce, standing up. “If you would like to accompany me to bed - for sleep - then you know where to find me. Unbelievable.”

You stomp off and you can feel his eyes on the sway of your ass the entire way out of the room. He does join you, not long after that, the picture of a perfect gentleman as he strokes your hair and places soft kisses to the top of your head. You can’t lie though - a part of you is disappointed he didn’t continue his dirty old man routine but, you think as your eyes drift closed, you really did need to give your poor cunt a break.

The next morning you awaken to an empty space beside you and you’re not surprised. Copia had to wake up early for morning prayer and you’ve been lucky to have had him by your side for as long as you did. You feel his absence acutely - how could you not after days with him? - and it leaves you with a lingering sense of melancholy as you get ready for the day and leave your quarters. The first few hours of your work day passes without incident - typing emails, ordering archival supplies, meeting briefly with Sister Imperator (with whom you can barely make eye contact after shirking your duties to get repeatedly and thoroughly railed by her Cardinal), and continuing on your quest to catalog the Ministry’s extensive art collection. When lunchtime rolls around that unpleasant sadness sits heavy in your belly. Part of you feels ridiculous letting yourself be so affected by well, love, but hey it’s your first time at this, right? Gotta cut yourself some slack. Your heart aches for him but also…other parts of you. You thought for sure after the marathon he just put you through you’d be satisfied for a while but if anything it’s made you even more hungry. When you look up at the clock and realize it’s lunchtime, a low heat begins to simmer in your belly and between your legs. You hesitate before standing up and heading to the door with a grin on your face.

When you approach Copia’s office door and knock softly, you’re met with a muffled “entrare!” and open it to sidle inside. He’s on his old landline with someone he clearly would rather not be speaking to judging from his exaggerated eye-rolls and dismissive hand gestures. You quietly walk up to his desk and try not to laugh as you listen to him desperately try to end the conversation.

“Uh-huh. Yes. Yep. Uh, you too. Okay, goodbye. Good–what? Yes that will be taken care of, of course. Buh-bye. Bye.” Copia slams the receiver down and turns to fix you with a tired stare.

“Long day?” you ask, rounding the desk to lean against it.

“Stressful day, all of a sudden the fundraiser gala is my problem when it should be Terzo’s problem, but where is Terzo? Nowhere to be found, naturalmente. And Saltaria–wh-what are you doing?”

You’re halfway through sinking to your knees next to him when you blink up at him innocently.

“Helping with the stress.”

His jaw falls open and he swallows thickly, eyes on the way you inch up your flowy skirt to expose your spread thighs to his gaze. You place your hands on his knees and he jumps comically.

“Cardinale, you were very thorough in your ah, teachings these past few days however there are some areas we never touched upon.”

“O-oh?”

“Mmm mmhmm,” you confirm, grabbing the end of his black cassock and inching it up his legs. When you reach past his knees and can go no further he lifts himself off the chair and hastily draws the garment to his hips. You smile at the tent in his trousers and your tongue darts out to wet your lips.

“Missed you this morning,” you murmur, hand coming up to cup the curve of his cock. “Been wanting you so badly all day.”

“T-thought you were eh, sick of my advances?”

You give him a gentle squeeze and smile, resting your cheek on his knee.

“That was yesterday,” you say, finger drawing patterns on his bulge, “And while she might be tired, I certainly am not.”

His gloved hands grip the armrests of his desk chair as you lean forward to slowly unzip his trousers. When you take him out, hard and leaking, he sighs.

“You don’t know how many times I came into this office wanting to do this exact thing,” you confess, hand wrapping around him, “How all you had to do was say the word and I’d be on my knees or bent over that desk.”

He sucks in a breath.

“I-Is that so, amore? So all those times we were in here working, you–”

“--Were thinking about you fucking me raw? Mmhmm.”

Copia lets out a sigh and his head falls against the back of his chair.

“But let’s not think about the past, hmm? All I want to think about right now is you teaching me how you like to fuck my mouth. Okay?”

His hips buck into your touch and he lets out a whine before nodding. Slowly, keeping your eyes on his, you bring your lips to the red, swollen head of him and place a chaste kiss. Pre dampens your lips and you slowly dart your tongue out to taste the salt of him. He exhales shakily and encouraged, you lower yourself once more to drag the tip of your tongue along his slit. His low whimper makes you grin and gently you slide your lips over the head, flattening your tongue underneath him. You want to drag this out as long as possible, delighting in the feel of his heated flesh in your mouth so you suckle at it and moan around him when his gloved hand flies to the back of your head.

“D-dolcezza,” he breathes, burying his fingers in your hair to cup your skull, “Are you s-sure you’ve never done this before?”

You slip him out of your mouth and give him a grin.

“I’m flattered,” you murmur, using your thumb to rub against the vein going down the length of him, “But no. Just watched a lot of porn, honestly.”

He chuffs out a laugh and his head tips back to thunk against the back of his chair.

“Tell me what you want, my love,” you say, “Tell me what you like. Guide me.”

His eyes slip closed and a lazy grin curls his lips.

“Amore you could bite it off and I’d say thank you,” he groans as you lower your lips to suck at the head once more, “But–ah–I want to see what y-your instinct tells you, si?”

When you laugh around him the vibrations make his hips twitch against your mouth, and you take that as permission. Slowly, you slide your lips past the head and down the shaft and you can feel yourself dripping at the way he stretches your mouth. You’re about half way down the length of him and you can feel him petting your hair.

“Bene, amore mio,” he chokes out, “Molto bene. C-can you, eh, take more?”

You’re not sure but you’re willing to try, so you nod as best you can.

“Breathe through your nose, amata,” he sighs and you can feel drool threatening to spill from your lips and tears prick your eyes as you near the base of him. When the head of him prods your throat you swallow around him and the action causes his hips to spasm. Panicked, you jerk backwards - not sliding all the way off but just enough to where you can catch your breath - and you hear him murmuring praise above you.

“Cazzo, so good for me, taking me all the way into that pretty mouth. You’re doing so well for me, bellezza mia.”

His words of encouragement make your clit throb and push you to once again slide your lips down the length of him, dragging your tongue along the underside. This time, when his hips buck into your mouth you’re ready for him, allowing the head to bump the back of your throat as you nose the brown curls between his legs. Gently, the hand in your hair pulls you off him and pushes you back down, and you realize he’s showing you what he likes. 

“Ah, ragazza intelligente mia,” he groans, and you can feel his eyes on you as you begin to bob your head, “My beautiful girl always knows–ah!--what I like. Always–cazzo–so p-perfect for me. J-Just like that. Just like that, amore. J–augh–”

You’ve picked up your pace, the wet sounds between the two of you pornographic as you hollow your cheeks and suck. The hand unoccupied with gripping his cock, slides under your skirt where you find yourself soaked.

“That’s it,” Copia grunts, “Touch yourself, amata mia. L-Let those sweet fingers–hnngh–rub that pretty little clit.”

You do as he asks, moaning sloppily around his cock as you flex your hips into your hand. His grip on your hair tightens as he begins directing the movements of your head once more, fucking up into your throat and making you gag around him.

“Close,” he pants, “So close, a-amore. C-can I cum down your throat? Me lo permetterai? Please, please, please.”

As best you can, you look up at him and make eye contact. You imagine what he must see between his knees - you with your mouth stuffed full of him, mascara running down your cheeks, and your fingers frantically rubbing at your clit under your skirt - and the thought alone makes you cum, moaning around him and your hips bucking. You nod frantically as you continue chasing your own high and with one, two, three thrusts of his hips Copia empties himself in your throat. The way he holds you steady as his cock twitches in your mouth has you clenching around nothing, desperate for more of him. When he removes his hand from the back of your head to cup your cheek as he pants wildly, you slowly slide off of him and rest your cheek on his trembling knee. You’re only half aware of the way he tucks himself back into his trousers and gently eases you up by the shoulders to sit in his lap. You brush your thumb along his cheekbone and lean in for a slow, deep kiss. He hums contentedly into your mouth and you pull away with a cheeky grin.

“Like the taste of yourself, amore? Filthy thing.”

He tilts his head back and laughs at your echoing of his words said only days ago during your first time together. You lean in and brush noses with him, moving to kiss him once more when the door flies open to reveal Terzo.

“I am here to discuss the gala fra–oh.”

The Papa’s eyes flick between the two of you and the smeared paints on both your lips.

“Ah, a little afternoon delight for my topolini, huh? Tell me was it on the desk? A classic, I–”

“Fuck off, Terzo,” you say.

His face falls.

“No, you don’t mean that bella. You–”

“She said fuck off, Terzo Emeritus. Now.”

Terzo schools his face into an expression of outrage but you can tell he’s trying desperately not to smile.

“Very well, just don’t come crying to me when Imperator asks why your work isn’t done, huh?”

“You mean your work, sì?” Copia says, giving him a look. Terzo lets out a nervous laugh.

“Ah, yes. Well. Perhaps I’ll just take this–” Terzo says, grabbing a thick manila folder labeled GALA “--and get back to ah, fucking off. Ciao ciao, topolini.”

With a flourish, he’s gone.

“Really should have locked that door,” you muse quietly, “Anyone could have come in.”

“Anyone did come in, amore,” Copia laughs, “But not only did you eh, soothe my worries, you inadvertently got Terzo to do his fucking job. Promise me you’ll come see me at lunch more often, sì?”

“Not just for the blowjobs?” you ask innocently, flicking the jeweled grucifix on his chest.

“Next time it’s your turn,” he says, gloved hand inching your floral skirt up your thigh.

“Hmm well last I checked,” you say, looking at your watch, “It’s only half past noon. Plenty of time for you to eat.”

He grins at you.

“You know Terzo was right,” he says, urging you to stand and hop up on the worksurface in front of him.

“Oh?”

“We have under utilized my desk.”

Your smile splits your face as you spread your legs for him to settle between.

“Good thing I wore a skirt then, hmm?”

He’s already hooking a finger on the gusset of your soaked underwear, pulling it to the side.

“Thank Satan for small mercies.”

“Ave Sathanas,” you sigh as you lie back and let him work his devilry.

[wh0rrorb4by]

big brother - kuroo

tw: stepcest but take it however u want lol, naive reader, virginity loss, dubcon(?), umm i need big bro kuroo in my life

18+

ugh. thinking about kuroo as your older (step) bro and how annoying he’d be. constantly making fun of your height, eating the last of everything in the house (even when you wrote your name on it!), hogging the bathroom in the morning or waltzing in while you’re either in the shower or only half-dressed. he literally has no boundaries with you!

he reads your diary and holds it over your head when you demand he give it back, making you jump and paw at him for it. and if you don’t give him a kiss on the cheek he’ll read it. it’s so embarrassing! he doesn’t need to know about your fantasies, or how it makes you giddy when his friend bokuto playfully puts his arm around you and calls you affectionate nicknames — especially baby sis. God, kuroo never let you live that one down. you thought your face was going to catch on fire when he pinched your cheeks and asked if you got excited when he called you that, too. it was humiliating, and you swore he placed a ban on bokuto coming within 20 feet of you after that.

he’s such a clingy big brother, too. always hugging and grabbing at you, making you sit on his lap so he can squeeze you, holding you down and tickling you until you’re squirming and squealing — and he won’t stop that unless you give him a kiss on the lips. it’s so annoying. and he’s always coming into your room in the middle of the night to “check on you,” but really it’s just so he can crash in your bed and keep you close to him all night. he caught you by surprise the first time he did it, walking in to see you whining and humping your pillow like you were in heat. you’d never been so embarrassed in your entire life. you started crying, thinking he was going to tease you like he always does, but he only let out a breathy chuckle and told you it was okay, that it was normal. he even told you that it was hot, that guys love little virgins who get themselves off so cutely, and asked why you even bothered with a pillow when he was just across the hall.

that’s when you started to realize that even though he’s annoying, he really is a nice big brother. you couldn’t imagine any other brother letting his little sister tag along with him to everything, or letting you cry in his arms when you were all worked up and just couldn’t cum on your own. it broke his heart when you told him you think you’re just defective, that you’ll never be able to please a guy if you can’t even please yourself. you guessed he just felt bad for you when you cried, that he really had a soft spot for his little sister, because he offered to teach you how to touch yourself. you were grateful to have such a smart big brother, too, because after just looking at your hands he found that the problem was that your fingers are just too small! you need big, long fingers to really make you feel good. better yet, you need a long, thick cock to really give you a good orgasm — and who better to guide you through your first time than your big brother, who’d taken care of you your whole life? you were nervous to accept at first, but he eased your little mind by telling you that only bad brothers leave their baby sisters all needy and empty and insecure about still being a virgin, and besides, he’d take better care of you than anyone else could. and he was so right — you were shaking and whining and cumming all over your sheets by the time he bottomed out inside you and taught you the proper way to rub your little clit. kissing with tongue really helped you get more into it, too.

by the time he fucked you open enough to really start thrusting, you were all dizzy and dumb and wondering why you didn’t come to him earlier. and when he was whispering praise in your ear and sucking marks into your neck and filling you up with his warm cum, all you could think about was how grateful you were to have such a good big brother.

[yeosgoa]

20:16 • sᴛᴀʀɢɪʀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʟᴜᴅᴇ (NSFW)

♡ dom!husband!Seonghwa x sub!housewife!reader

♡ domestic, smut

♡ WC • 1108

♡ Warnings!! (tags) • multiple positions, breeding, hair pulling, choking, exhibitionism(?), nipple play, creampie, breeding, multiple orgasms, wet dreams, raking. (pls lmk if I missed anything.)

♡ This has been rotting away in my head but I could never get to writing it. Now I've written it in half an hour listening to 'stargirl interlude' (The Weeknd, Lana Del Rey) on loop. It really helped tbh idk why I didn't think of it sooner 😭. Anyways enjoy, enjoy this while I work on my long fics. Lmk if you want a part two ♡♡.

♡ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ

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   His hands were on your hips, pelvis meeting with your ass every second. The blue strip light of your cabinet illuminated the black marble below, contrasting with your white almond acrylics that desperately wanted to dig into the material as you felt his cock slip in and out of you.

   Your tits moved forward at every smack, threatening to spill out of your apron until they did, cascading like curtains over the neckline. Back arching, his cock hit into your at a deeper angle, making both of you cry out. He leaned down, grabbing you by the waist and breathing into your neck, his words inaudible due to your ears ringing.

   “My perfect little housewife, letting me fuck you for all of the city to see.” Seonghwa grunted, one of his hands coming up to pinch at your erect nipples. You whimper at the slight pain, grinding your ass against his pelvis before he pushes you down, holding the back of your neck and pounding into you at a rough pace.

   “Hwa!” You squealed, now feeling a tingle down your spine at the thought of someone below potentially seeing you; though it was a bustling city your windows were not tinted and it was nighttime. Everyone had a complete view of you being pounded by your husband. Seonghwa always fucked you like this, it was though he actually wanted someone to see. The clerestory windows of your penthouse give the people a full show of your bare form.

   Your husband slowed his pace. “Shh, baby, you want the neighbors to listen in?” He huffed, giving your cheek a firm slap before picking up his pace again. You shook your head, trying your best to keep the noise to a minimum despite the clapping overriding the noise of your television. Ironic, as you turned your head towards the windows.

   “Your logic does not make any sense,” you whined, city lights reflecting off your eyes. “If they can see me, they should hear me.”

   You weren’t sure where the boldness came from, but it definitely did not go unnoticed by Seonghwa, who hummed with a smirk forming on his features. “Yeah? You want a noise complaint, pretty?”

   He didn't wait for an answer, leaning over to grab the television remote and turning it off. Tossing it aside he began his pace once more, grabbing your hair and forcing your head up. “Let them hear you.”

   Tears stung at your eyes at the sudden tug, but you didn’t have time to wipe at them as you already felt the knot in your tummy forming. Your knuckles turned white. Your eyes start to roll back as your noises gradually get louder, as do Seonghwa once his balls start to tighten. 

   His hand snakes around to your clit, middle finger working its magic around the pearl as he moans purposefully in your ear. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby.” He says, making sure to make himself sound extra whiny.

   “,’m cumming,” you blubber, foot thumping against the ground and knee colliding with the cabinet as your lower half spasms around his cock, juices coating him like glaze. Seonghwa’s cock kept moving in and out of you regardless, thrusts starting to stutter and moans getting caught in his throat.

   “Gonna fill you up, 'm gonna fill that pussy…” He trailed off, pausing and holding you firmly against him as he came inside, breeding your little hole. You both groan in contentment, and you pull him out, turning to face him as you sat yourself on the freezing counter. “Again,” you whine, opening your legs.

   Seonghwa didn’t waste any time, pushing back into you and moving at a fluid pace. His arm went up and held the handle of the cabinets above for support, the other hand playing with your tits and wrapping around your throat.

   “Oh fuck me,” you sniffle, looking into his eyes. Your eyes shifted between looking into his and where you two met. He threw his head back, letting out a dry chuckle mixed in with a guttural moan. “You’re fucking crying.” he mused, tightening his grip.

    “I love it, I love it Hwa,” you whimper pathetically, locking your legs around his waist to pull him closer. Your grip on the counter’s sharp edges tightened, the edge digging into your palm. Your fingers were going to ache soon. “Love it so much.”

   “You just love this cock so much, baby.” he grunts, shuddering at the feeling of your gummy walls clamping around his sensitive tip. “It’s gonna breed you so much.”

    Seonghwa’s face leaned into yours, taking in your expression. His pretty little housewife, all spread and open for him to breed. The hand that was wrapped around the handle of the counter went down to your thigh, raking his nails into it. His balls started to tighten once more, his cock felt harder inside you. You looked down at where you met before looking back up into his eyes, sharp as slits. 

   Your husband leaned down to suck harshly at your jaw, hand still on your throat, and hand now gliding over your under thigh as he started spurting into you again. The squelching sounds now increased in volume. You could feel the mix of your juices drooling out of your pussy and down to the rim of your asshole, making you moan softly and your eyes shut at the warmness.

   “Pretty girl,” Seonghwa cooed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. His hand rubbed your shoulder as the warmness of your body slowly dissolved, only feeling the sweat on your back and wetness between your legs. 

   You slowly opened your eyes as your head came to again, your senses coming down from the intense session. Seonghwa kept crooning at you.

   “That’s a good girl, open your eyes baby.” he said, still rubbing your arm. Your eyes fully opened again, being met with your pillow.

   “You’re awake,” Seonghwa murmured softly, hovering over you. You looked up at him, blinking unnoticed tears away. You could tell by his expression that he was amused, though his eyes were soft as they admired your sleepy features. “,’m felt so good,” you babble mindlessly, thighs closing. The discomfort of sweat now gets to you as you sit up.

   “Poor thing, having wet dreams again. You’re like a pup in its rut, darling.” Seonghwa ruffles your hair, “grinding and wetting against the sheets again. You’re all drenched.”

   You heat up at the revelation, sighing deeply and leaning forward into your husband’s neck in embarrassment, who pets and scratches at your scalp and nape comfortingly. He chuckles softly; “Don’t frown, I’ll take care of you, baby.”

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

T 🧛‍♂️ 🥵🎀 (also congrats! and I am very excited about this whole thing! 😘😘😘)

Thank you so much, love! 💖 This one is not as explicitly smutty as the other request I did for you, but I'm pretty positive this won't be the last time I visit this world. (And they will absolutely fuck nasty in later instalments.)

Sweet perdition

Words: 947 Rated: E Tags: Vampire & werewolf AU; Vampire Eddie; Werewolf Steve; Imprisonment; Non-consensual bondage; Sexual tension; Explicit sexual content; Homoerotic blood drinking Notes: Part 1

It seems, Kas thinks, like he needs to thoroughly reassess his notions of werewolves. 

He's just lucky none of his vampire siblings can see him now, shackled to the floor in the basement of the surprisingly fancy manor that is the den of Steve’s pack. Outwitted and taken captive by a bunch of mutts - he'd be an utter laughing stock. 

Then again, if his siblings think that all werewolves are ugly, hairy thugs with nothing but floof for brains, it only goes to show they’ve never met any real-life packs before. Or their very pretty, very witty, very naked leaders.

Speaking of which … 

“I see you. I know you're watching me.” 

A heartbeat passes in silence. 

“Don't give yourself too much credit,” Steve smiles as he steps from the darkness. “Merely checking if you're settling in alright.” 

“How very hospitable of you,” Kas snarls. “You treat all your guests like this?” 

“Only the ones that might tear out my throat while I'm asleep,” Steve shrugs, settling cross-legged on the ground, just out of reach. He's acquired a set of clothes since Kas last saw him. A pair of skinny breeches and a cream shirt with billowing sleeves, gathered at the wrists with little satin ribbons. He looks like a haughty young lord gracing a subject with his presence. 

“You could always just let me go,” Kas hedges. Steve snorts a boyish laugh. 

“Nice try,” he says. “Afraid I can't do that.” 

Kas groans. “Is this still about your stupid prey? I told you I have nothing to do with that. Animal blood makes me wanna hurl.” 

Steve’s face remains unimpressed. “Even if that's true, one of your friends might be involved. Keeping you around might come in handy.” 

“So you're just gonna leave me down here to rot?” 

“I didn't say that.” 

Kas is about to ask what the hell he is on about, but then Steve holds out his hand. Something unfurls from his fingers - a broad band of tan leather. Inlaid with silver like the manacles on his wrists, no doubt; designed to drain his powers without causing physical harm or pain. Dangling from the end are a metal clasp and lock.

Kas sneers. 

“I think you're a bit confused, wolf boy. If one of us should be in a collar, it sure as hell isn't me.” 

Steve shrugs, rising to his feet. “Suit yourself. I'll just-” 

Something rumbles, loud and humiliating. Steve turns back around, eyebrows raised. 

“Hungry?” 

Kas scowls. “Told you I haven't been anywhere near your food, didn't- what the fuck are you doing?” 

“You're of no use to me if you starve, are you?” Steve is undoing the ribbon on his left wrist with deft fingers, pushing the sleeve up to his elbow. “Drink.” 

Kas bares his fangs, drawing a breath to tell him to go fuck himself. 

And that is when the scent hits him. Coppery and hot and tempting like all living things. 

But also more. 

Also warm summer soil and newly mown hay and embers in a slow fire. 

Life. 

He's on his knees before he realizes it, nosing at the delicate skin of that wrist. Steve hisses lightly as he pierces his flesh, but he doesn’t pull back. 

The taste of him hits Kas like something solid, seeping heavily into his limbs and sending his mind abuzz with fuzzy sensations and images. The sky at dusk and sun on skin. Music and laughter and touch, and a forgotten name floating just out of reach. The warm, tingling heat pools at the base of his spine, setting his nerves alight with fire. He moans, lapping at the thin rivulet of blood like a parched man. Each droplet is like a hit of morphine, is sweet perdition, is another kind of shackle snapping shut. He knows, instinctively, even in this moment, that he's lost. He's powerless to stop it. 

“Enough.” 

Steve uses his free hand to yank him back by the hair. Kas snarls in protest, straining to catch the last precious drops falling from those long fingers with his tongue before they go to waste. Steve watches him while he licks them up. 

“Greedy, aren't you?” 

“Fuck you,” Kas snaps. 

Steve’s lips curl into a smile. “Oh, I'm sure you'd love to. That happen every time you feed or is that just for me?” 

Those hazel eyes are swirling with gold as they flick down, and Kas realizes with a detached sense of surprise that he is painfully hard. 

“Don't give yourself too much credit,” he drawls. “And besides, I could ask the same thing of you.” 

He turns his head, which is conveniently level with the very obvious bulk in Steve’s pants. The boy doesn't recoil when he scrapes his fangs along the outline of it, merely takes a well measured step back. He's a tough little bastard, Kas has got to give it to him. 

“I'll just leave this here,” Steve says sweetly. “In case you change your mind.” 

The collar clatters to the ground. Kas doesn't turn to look at it. His gaze is transfixed to Steve's hands fixing his shirt sleeve back into place. The ribbon soaks up the last beads of blood, crimson stains blooming on cream satin like flower petals. 

“Full moon's tomorrow, so you'll need to make that meal last for a day or two,” Steve says conversationally. “I suggest you put that time to good use and think about my offer.” 

Kas wordlessly watches how he turns his back and disappears into the darkness. The metal buckle of the collar glints in the low light of the basement.

The summery scent of life lingers long after Steve is gone. 

Werewolf!Robin: You let him drink your WHAT? Are you insane? What if he has vampire rabies?!

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[starkeysprincess]

ooo i love that the worst punishments for reader are related to her need to please him. she misbehaves, she gets edged but never that final reward of cumming, she disrespects him, she doesn’t get the privilege of his cum inside of her. he uses that dynamic against her but makes up for it afterwards (referring to the other anon). i like the implication that he never does “vanilla sex” with the women he doms but does with her, but she doesn’t even realize it because it���s still so overwhelming for her after not getting to cum at all the day before. it lets him pretend that he isn’t aware that he never wants to let her go 🤭

as for what to discuss next… maybe a fluff break of little moments that have him more and more wrapped around her finger? or perhaps spanking, with his hands or something else 👀 i think he’d like to see her ass red and welts forming on her body as much as he likes her tied up and helpless

(ps, dom rafe anon can be ❤️‍🩹 if no one’s taken it yet, for when i’m camped in your asks again 🙂‍↕️)

i'm gonna talk about the fluff moments + the spanking hehe <3 all my other dom!rafe thoughts are under the tag ‘stargazing’ + links for everything are at the bottom of this ask !

also he only does "vanilla sex" with her cause he's quite literally already obsessed with her but she doesn't realize that cause she's too overwhelmed from not being able to cum the day before. he's so obsessed with her to the point that if he got hard and she wasn't there to help him, he wouldn't be able to get off but that's just what i thinkkkkkkk

for spanking, i think dom!rafe has two preferences for how he spanks her. i think his kinky lil ass would have a leather flogger, which she's seen a few before in sex toy stores (she had to meet her needs somehow before she met him) but she didn't know what they were actually used for until she met him and god, the sound the genuine leather makes when it meets the flesh of her ass as it leaves wilts across the soft flesh is like music to his ears.

his second preference is using his hand, which is by far, his favorite way to spank her. it gives him more control and he loves the feeling of his hand coming down on her ass but nothing makes his cock twitch more than seeing her ass all red with his handprint etched onto her skin. he can't help but knead at her plump cheeks to soothe the stinging sensation.

now, onto the fluff moments that make him more and more wrapped around her finger. it would be the smaller moments that really get to him. moments like after her being so worn out from him fucking her, she cuddles into his chest and falls asleep, something he isn't used to at first, he would hesitantly wrap his arms around her but he realizes how much he enjoys her being in his arms.

another moment would be when he wakes up and she's gone, he got out of bed and assumed she left while he was asleep, which makes him reach for his phone as he heads to his kitchen. before he can send her a text, he looks up to see her back facing him and she's wearing nothing but his shirt as she dances around his kitchen, making breakfast.

he's never had a women he's been with stay the night, let alone, cook him breakfast. he can't help but him smile to himself and he can't help but lean against the wall, his arms folded across his chest, admiring the way she moves around as she cooks.

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[geekforhorror]

Hey my could you please do Ani making you ride him and him talking you through it

guys my age

pairing: dilf!anakin skywalker x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!anakin, sub!reader, riding, unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, praise, age gap, modern!au, anakin is divorced!

a/n: yes i based this title off of this song 🙂‍↕️

"Fuck Anakin..." was all you could stammer out as you were constantly bouncing up and down on your employer's dick, feeling his cock brush against your sensitive folds.

You had been a babysitter for his children for about a year and there had always been a strong sense of sexual tension whenever the two of you were in the same room together. Something in him must have snapped tonight that caused him to aggressively attack your lips with his. He was consuming your mouth as if it was his only source of oxygen, which only fueled the already passionate kiss. Before you knew it, your clothes had been ripped off of your body along with his. leaving the two of you bare on his bed.

"You like this, sweetie? You like being fucked by a man more than twice your age?" Anakin asks you lustfully.

"Mhm!" you yelp out as his lips latch onto your collarbone.

"Such a sweet girl for me...making me feel so good, baby," he praises into your ear like a mantra he could repeat all night long. He continues rocking into you sensually, his pelvis meeting yours.

Sure, you knew he was experienced, but the way he was making you feel was otherworldly. You knew one other thing for sure: his ex-wife was a damn fool for divorcing him.

"I knew you would be tight baby, but shit..." you hear Anakin say with a breathy groan. "Taking me 's well..."

All of a sudden, you feel him finally bottom out inside you, making you expel pornographic moans from your mouth. Anakin gently covers your mouth with one of his large hands.

"As much as I want to hear those pretty sounds pretty girl, we wouldn't want the kids to wake up now, would we?" he tuts, pausing his movements.

"N-No" you stammer.

"Atta girl...knows exactly how to make me proud," he coos.

He resumes his thrusting with those words and your only response is to grab onto his shoulder blades so you wouldn't lose balance. Sounds of skin slapping against skin filled your ears, along with the slick sounds of your arousal smeared all over his cock. All your thoughts were thrown out the window as you became more cock drunk on top of him. You could feel the hot coil start to form deep inside your tummy and knew what was coming. Anakin knew you were close from the way your tight cunt was fluttering around his fat cock.

"Please let me cum," you plead, a glassy look forming in your eyes due to how desperate you were for a release. Anything.

"Youve got it baby, you've got it," he says to you, only making your movements more erratic and hasty. "Just like that..." he continues.

Before you know it, you feel yourself finally unravel around him, throwing your head back as he fucks you through your orgasm. He feels the warmth of your cum splash around his aching dick, which makes Anakin continue to thrust animalistically into you like his life depends on it. Suddenly, he spills his hot, sticky seed into your spent pussy and you swear its the best thing you've ever felt in your entire life. He waits a while before finally pulling out of you and lays beside you on the now ruined sheets.

"Why didn't we do that sooner?" he asks with a look of amusement on his face.

"I have no idea," you reply with a giggle.

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[bakubunny]

♡ childhood best friend draken ♡

a/n: sry for all the tokyo rev. returning to my regular bnha bullshit soon. also this one is a little out there. not adding the main tag list bc i just need to get this off my chest.

tw: best friend draken, soft draken, semi-dark content, large age gaps (not w/draken), friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, daddy kink (sry).

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thinkin abt childhood best friend draken who’s a little bit older. he’s always seen you as more of a sister, at least until recent years. who watches you grow up with him, watches you become the person that you are. who knows you’re interested - or you were at some point - and never made a move when he should have.

best friend draken who finds out that you’ve been sleeping with a man at least twice your age at the tender age of nineteen and absolutely sees red. it doesn’t matter how much you tell him that you know what you’re doing - that he’s sweet, that he’s not manipulating you. you know exactly why that man wants you around because you initiated the relationship.

best friend draken who will find out his name if it’s the last thing he does and beat him within an inch of his life for having a single thought about touching you. it doesn’t matter if you’re grown, he still remembers that bright eyed young girl you once were. his childhood best friend and the one who never leaves his thoughts. who knows you deserve better, even if you don’t know it yourself.

best friend draken who is pissed at you for making such a reckless decision. who asks you why you didn’t say anything to him, why you wanted to be with someone like that in the first place. you burst into tears at the question because draken is right on every front; whether or not that man did something wrong doesn’t change that you knew he only wanted what you could give him and you did it anyways. he knew you had pain that ran deep, but he had no idea how far you’d go to make it make sense.

best friend draken who holds you close while you cry though he hasn’t done that in years. he listens quietly as you rip his heart out from his chest with every word explaining yourself. who realizes a little too late why you clung onto him when he entered your life in elementary school. you were a true friend, but on some level you just wanted someone to be there even back then. and he was, almost more than anyone else.

best friend draken who feels you push yourself deeper into his arms when he speaks, telling you how much you deserve. who pieces together how desperately you wanted to be cared for no matter how much you tried to keep it all inside.

best friend draken who hears your breath catch when his voice turns soft and gentle as he murmurs in your ear, much to his surprise. who feels the goosebumps on your skin when he tells you that it’s okay, you’re safe now. who decides to say “fuck it,” and go out on a limb with what’s going through his head.

best friend draken who can almost feel the way your cheek heats up against his shoulder when he rubs your back and tells you that he’s proud of you for being honest with him, when he says you did so well. who feels you cling to him when tells you he’s not going anywhere. you can’t get rid of him by telling the truth.

best friend draken who knows what he’s about to do could royally backfire, but he does it anyways. who knows he struck a nerve when he gently says, “you’re such a good girl, you know that? a good, sweet girl….” even though it only makes you cry harder, he feels the way a shiver runs down you neck with his voice against your ear. his hand runs over your head as he cracks the slightest sad smile.

best friend draken who teases you gently, even when you’re in tears. who asks, “you like that? being treated like daddy’s good girl?” his heart breaks a little more as a sob leaves your chest and you nod against his shirt. “yeah? you’re just a good girl looking for a daddy to take care of you?” his smile grows when you sniffle and nod again, wrapping your arms tighter around his frame, your fingers gripping his shirt in your hand.

best friend draken who places a kiss on your temple and says, “don’t worry, baby, i got you. daddy’s got you. i’m not gonna leave your side. you’re mine now.”

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[vickyzangels]

hii!! can you write smut about tom were you're sucking his dick for the first time? hes just looking down at your teary eyes and getting more and more turned on GAHHWD🤕🙏

% “always be my boy, i'll always be your girl.”

# synopsis ; what the ask said‼️‼️

# pairing ; tom kaulitz x reader

# word count ; 490

# tags ; nsfw (mdni), oral (m receiving), degradation, should’ve pumped this bitch out in a day but i got stressed while procrastinating it and adhd made me deep clean my bathroom instead (who knew bleach could make a tub smell like a public chlorine pool) so who knows if its bad

a/n ; i’m hitting post and running away this was so bad I’M VOMITTINH

tom is a head pusher. you probably would have gathered that if you assumed based off what he’s said in his interviews before, but nothing could’ve prepared you to be kneeling in front of him for what was close to a consecutive hour. do you remember what led up to this point? no, if that doesn’t count giving each other hickeys almost aggressively after a big interview on a show.

regardless, you were practically being used. head rolled back, offering a view of tom’s jawline as he groaned up into the air about how you were on your knees letting him fuck into your mouth with your hands braced against his legs. you’d been doing nothing but letting him use you, gagging around his length as reward for cooperating so well.

spit from your mouth starts to spill down your chin, mirroring the tears and whatever smoky makeup you had put on before the show from your eyes actively running down your face. your gagging starts to get a little louder from his quickening pace, and in taking notice, he looks down to mock and smile at you.

“..was für eine schmutzige hure.” what a dirty whore.

he groans, making sure to emphasize each word with a hard thrust down your relaxed throat, “take it, take it all like a good girl since you want it so bad.”

and you do. maybe it was the way the interviewer kept making sly advances towards your boyfriend the entire time, and yet he dodged every one of them so naturally but he even made sure to mention you in nearly every answer he could, maybe that was why you wanted his thick cock in your mouth so bad.

through your eyes rolling back and tom hitting the back of your throat over and over again, you gathered enough composure to start swirling and lapping your tongue around his length, keeping extra attention aside to keep your cheeks hollow.

his thrusts faltered a bit, his hips slowing down stuttering but nevertheless still rocking himself into your mouth. continuing his pace, both hands you braced on his legs slid up to paw at his length and pull your head back to the tip just to fall back to the hilt of his cock. tom’s guidance began to fall short, moving to just rest on your head while you started to control the moving.

the simple up-and-down motion evolved into a maneuvering to give special attention to his tip and make space for your hands that stroked and rubbed with the pace of your lapping, using spit that spilled from your mouth to make a messy lube.

if you told tom from however long ago that you weren’t sucking the soul out of his dick that you’d never gave a blowjob before and were later going to give him possibly the most earth-shattering orgasm of his life with little to no guidance, he might’ve laughed.

a/n ; long time no seeeeee 😋😋 im not even gonna lie to you guys cause this is tumblr i dont have to live in fear >:( but i did suck dick to method write for this, love you guyssss

a/n 2 ; if yg on my taglist dont fw the tagging anymore lmk i’ll take you off‼️

© ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO VICKYZANGELS. do not steal, repost, plagiarize, or use my work for anything.

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[asvterias]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟨: 𝖢𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗀

chap. 1 || chap. 2 || chap. 3 || chap. 4 || chap. 5 || chap. 6

the cast // series masterlist

word count: 5.1k+

tag list: @starless-nightz @starvviss @lov3rgiiirl @random-girls-loves @coolgirl458 @kjisbae17 @s0r0ws @a-fucking-sappho

author’s note: anyways, i hope you liked this chapter! please don’t be a silent reader and interact within the chapter.

‼️  DISCLAIMER FOR THIS CHAPTER  ‼️ 

Adrianna & Reader are 💯 bestie goals, Funny Sibling Antics from Reader and Percy, Typical Daily Foreshadowing, Protective!Reader, Reader is a simp for Clarisse (rightfully so), #MuscularGirlsCanGetIt, Percy & Reader have a sibling emotional moment, Dealing with Grief and Loss, Doubts of being unable to protect loved ones, Slight Mentions of Death, Slight Sludge of Angst, Kinda Flirty!Reader x Kinda Flustered!Clarisse

Italics Alone are Reader’s Thoughts

Bold Italics are Other Various Character’s POV

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The following day was Capture the Flag, a day everyone seemed to love, filled with unsparked competitiveness and victories to win.

“You’re gonna love this. Camp-wide mock warfare, all glory to the victors,” Luke informs the siblings. You and Adrianna walked ahead of Luke and Percy as you all passed many campers practicing for a weekly game of Capture the Flag.

Your friend, Adrianna spotted a young teen out in the midst of campers. The young girl was brown-skinned, wearing braids, appearing to be the same age as Percy.

Then, it all suddenly clicked together, she was the other girl during your first night here in the infirmary.

“Annabeth’s the head counselor of the Athena cabin. She’s led our team to three straight wins, it’s been a long time since anyone won the fourth,” Your best friend stated.

“So she’s strategically smart, huh?” You asked, now intrigued.

“Like you wouldn’t believe, but being an Athena kid means you’re just blessed with intelligence.”

“She was there in the bathroom,” Percy recalls.

“Wait, what? Why was she in the bathroom with you?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, but she said she’d been waiting for it to happen,”

“Waiting for you to screw up?!” You raised an eyebrow.

“Haha, Y/N,” Percy replied dryly,

Annabeth stares at the sibling duo in the distance, maintaining her attention on Percy, while she slightly smiles at you. Smiling sweetly in response, you waved at the girl, and she refocused her attention on the practicing campers before her.

“Annabeth sees the world differently, always six steps ahead of everyone else,” Luke explains to your brother as he turns to the familiar girl.

“Whose side are you on, anyway?” Percy questions.

“Oh, hers, always, she’s my little sister,”

You stared at Percy in confusion, looking down at your brown skin and glancing back up at Luke’s skin. “Ain’t y’all got different parents on the whole? Unless it’s a non-blood type of sibling bond.”

“The second option,” Adrianna nods to you.

“Maybe I should back up,” Once Luke observed the cluelessness on the blonde boy’s face.

“Very,” You crossed your arms.

Back at the dining pavilion, the four of you sat down, breakfast already finished as Luke tells his arrival backstory to this camp.

“Before camp, I was on the road, me and a forbidden kid I met along the way. Her name was Thalia.” He smiles in remembrance.

“What’s a forbidden kid?” You whispered to your blonde friend.

“Children of the big three, Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon,”

You nodded in understanding, returning your attention back to Luke.

“A long time ago, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades agreed their children were becoming too powerful, so they made a pact not to father anymore. It held for a long time, until Zeus broke that pact…until Thalia.”

“Long story short, a forbidden kid attracts trouble, monsters everywhere, it’s just a constant battle to stay alive,”

“But…forbidden kids are being more hunted than regular?”

“Yeah,” Adrianna hums.

“One day, we found this little girl hiding in an alley, Annabeth. We were worried about taking her in, exposing her to all that danger. Then we saw her fight…” The Castellan boy says, holding a small smile but it quickly disappears as he continues, “Thalia didn’t make it, but Annabeth and me…we did. We’ve been family ever since.”

“She’s been watching me since I got here. Why?”

“Someone’s high and mighty of themselves today,” You snorted.

“I’m not.” Percy deadpanned, “Everywhere I go, I always manage to see her, even catching a simple glimpse.”

“Annabeth is the strongest warrior in camp. The only way left to prove herself is to go on a quest,”

“But what does this have to do with me? What makes me so special?”

“Who told you those lies?” You chirped up.

Percy rolls his eyes at you, ignoring your remark.

“Chiron’s been promising her for years. One day, two demigods would arrive who were fated to go on a quest that even Chiron couldn’t prevent, and when that happened she could join it.”

“Every new arrival, Annabeth watches, looking for a sign they’re the one. Usually, she gives up after a day or two, but she’s still watching you,” Luke concludes, “the both of you,” he clarified, now shifting his eyes to you.

“Can you ask her to knock it off?”

“She’s not…like mentally deranged right?” You hesitantly asked.

“What, Y/N?” Adrianna asked incredulously, “No, she’s not, just observant, that’s all,”

“She could be hiding her deranged mentality from all of us, and we wouldn’t even know it. I really hope you don’t underestimate what Annabeth is capable of, she’s pretty impressive,”

“How can you make that assumption?” The Castellan boy asked.

“I just have a thing, I suppose,”

“A thing?” Adrianna was skeptical of your plain explanation.

Luke finishes off, “You’re not serious, are you?”

“Deadly, I never joke about my intuition with people, that’s why I’m mostly right.”

“Please, Y/N, focus on what’s important here,” Percy said. “Anyways, what’s the deal with Annabeth, does she think I’m special?”

“Yeah sure,” Luke tilts his head, “But what if she’s right?”

“Imagine that, if we managed to be forbidden kids too, oh that’d be absolutely ironic,” You joke, sipping on the last of your orange juice.

“Maybe you are,” Your blonde friend nudges you with a slight smirk.

“Wait…what?” You panicked, choking slightly on your drink. “I was just joking, can’t you guys take a joke in this camp?”

“Just screwing with you, Y/N,” she laughs.

Oh, okay! That’s good!

A swift noise in the air interrupts your conversation as Chiron smiles fondly.

“Heroes,” Chiron announced, glancing down at his pocket watch, “It’s time. The game begins.”

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For some reason, an exciting feeling ran through your veins as you prepared in the mandatory armor with Adrianna. The blonde girl had to literally hold you still, trying to contain your buzzing excitement as a smile adorned her face at your enthusiasm while she redressed you in armor for the game.

Heading to the main campgrounds alongside Adrianna as you talked on the journey there, reaching upon a river that disperses into a waterfall, each two teams standing on a riverside that separated them.

Chiron stood up, front and center as he read the game rules from an old scroll. “The first team to retrieve the opposing flag and return it across the river shall be the victor,”

You stared over at the red team, your opposing team. The very same team that Clarisse happened to be leading.

Admiring the way she walked down, dressed in battlefield armor made your heart skip multiple beats at a time as your eyes remained focused solely on her.

“Isn’t she so pretty?” You muttered dreamily to yourself. Adrianna’s ears perked up at your murmurs, causing a perplexed look on her face.

“Aren’t you losing your mind?” Percy murmured, judging Clarisse. “You sure you weren’t dropped on the head when we were younger?”

“What the fuck is she talking about?” Adrianna shakes her head, chuckling when she realizes who your reference was about, and her face instantly hardens.

“Clarisse, well at least I think,”

“Don’t even think about it, Y/N!” She grits her teeth.

You broke your attention away from Clarisse and turned to look at Adrianna.

“What?! I wasn’t even thinking of anything,”

“You’re not an airhead, Y/N, that’s your brother.”

“Oh, right,”

“Hey!” Percy took offense to that jab directed at him.

“Sorry not sorry, blondie boy!”

The young demigod boy rolled his eyes, shuffling closer to Luke.

“Anyways, back to us, you can’t be serious,”

“I’ll just distract her for some time, how hard can it be?”

“Very much so.”

“Wow, you have no faith in your best friend,”

“I do have faith in you, just not in your fighting skills…well lack thereof,”

“That’s a minor issue,”

“Minor issue?! Clarisse is the best fighter in camp, she’s the most ruthless kid of Ares here, you’d be foolish to go against her,”

“I don’t have to go against her, silly Adri,” you chuckled, “I just have to get under her, keep her occupied until we win. Easy-peasy.”

“That’s the most ridiculous plan I’ve ever heard in my life,” She closes her eyes, frustration settling on her face.

“Either way, I’m doing this with or without your support,” You quipped. “It’s a foolproof plan, really,”

“Fine,” she gave up, “Just be safe, okay! If you get hurt by her don’t say I didn’t warn you,”

“Safe is my middle name,”

“Reckless is your middle name!” She mutters under her breath.

“What was that, Adri?”

“I said reckless is your middle name so pay attention to the rules. End of discussion.”

You huff in annoyance at her demand, regardless continue to listen to Capture the Flag rules.

“As always, there will be no maiming and no killing. I trust these rules will be respected.”

Finally, Clarisse stops, settling down, right in the front, with an amazing view to politely observe her. God, you hoped you didn’t sound like a stalker when saying that.

“Any magical items you may possess are permitted as well.” You looked down at the regular pen in your hand, “Every camper who is not injured has to play.”

Luke noticed your uneasiness with your weapon, “It’s okay, let her rip,”

“Last time I ‘let her rip’ a Minotaur died by my hands,”

“I doubt you’re gonna kill a human,”

“You never know,”

“Oh, I’m certain.” He chuckles.

“Prisoners may be disarmed…but may not be bound or gagged.”

Bound or Gagged? Campers tried that before?! Are these campers into some kinky shit or something? Hold up, ain’t most of these kids under 15, nah that’s more concerning!

“I still don’t know what my job is, maybe a sword is useless to me.”

“Let the games begin,” Chiron finished. The boy beside him blows into the conch shell, initiating the start of the game, and earning a crowd yell from the red team, Clarisse included.

You were startled at the unexpected noise, “Oh hell nah, I’m not fighting them, I want everything on me to stay connected with me,” You began to unbuckle your breastplate, internally panicking at the mere thought of fighting the red team. You were definitely not losing a limb or more because of a mock game, you simply refused to! No doubt why the red team seemed so loud and ruthless, the entire Ares cabin was there, highly determined to gain glory from the losing teams.

“Leave your armor alone, Y/N,” Adrianna swatted your hand away from unbuckling your breastplate.

“Oh my god, we’re gonna die out there,” Percy groans in defeat.

“You got that right,”

The blue team stands at attention, hitting their sword against the ground and their shield, synchronizing a loud yell before divulging into their assigned locations.

Annabeth walked over to the four of you. “All right, we have 20 minutes before the second conch and game-on. You know what you’re doing?”

“Yes ma’am,” Luke smiles, motioning to leave with Adrianna.

“Hey.” Annabeth halts their movements. “Today feels like a winning kind of day to you?”

Luke contemplates answering her question, but ultimately decides to leave her in the dark, “I’ll see you on the other side.”

“Company! Move out!” Adrianna yells, instructing the other team members, pointing straight ahead with her sword.

“Kleos!” They yelled and started to jog away.

Looking at Adrianna, sending a smile your way, you returned the kind gesture, ready to follow her but a familiar voice stopped you and Percy.

“Not you sunshine, you’re with me,” Annabeth confirms, getting a move on, “You too sunshine protector,”

Sharing a confused look with your younger brother, you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, starting to follow after the Athena girl.

Looks like Annabeth had a pretty convincing plan, supposedly having a major plan involving the two Jackson-Matthews siblings.

Oh, this was definitely gonna be a fun adventure!

ꪆৎ ˚⋅ ➴ ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ ꪆৎ ˚⋅ ➴ ᡣ𐭩 ྀིྀ

Throughout the trail of the walk, Annabeth was quiet and kept up her pace, continually peering at the Jackson-Matthews siblings.

All of a sudden, Percy stumbled on a fallen tree branch, causing him to trip and fall to the ground. You stifled a laugh, stretching out a hand to help him up, and he accepted it, standing on his two feet again.

Annabeth stops, facing the two siblings with a neutral expression.

“I’m fine, thanks. But I appreciate you, you know, standing there silently,”

The young girl raises an eyebrow, turning around and continuing her walk, picking up the pace even faster. You had already caught up to her and Percy speed walks towards the two girls, getting closer.

“Listen, I– I get it, okay. You’re better at this than me, but I need this to go well today,” Percy starts, “I can’t really get into it, but I need my father to see it go well,”

“Do we really need his attention? He’s been a shit dad so far, he’s not going to change just because we asked him to,”

“Anyways…” Your brother dismisses your comment, “So, if you’re gonna expect me to know how to do something I don’t know how to do and I end up falling flat on my face, I can’t really have that right now…”

Once again, Annabeth stops walking, facing Percy, staring at the boy, her eyes drifting to his armor. She leans in, firmly buckling the breastplate for his safety as Percy keeps his eyes trained on her actions.

Yeah, you definitely see something going on between these two. Because your brother’s a dumbass, they’re probably gonna be a slowburn too. Only could be your brother’s obliviousness to get himself in this predicament.

“You still didn’t get where you two fit into all this, do you?” She questioned, looking at the two siblings.

“I may have a theory, but I could be wrong,”

“Let’s hear it, then.”

“Umm okay,” you cleared your throat, “Maybe me and my brother are more powerful than necessary, which could benefit you in a way.” You snorted, “Or maybe, we’re forbidden demigods, that monsters desperately seek to kill,”

“You know, you should listen to your sister more often, she’s smarter than you realize.”

“Hey, thanks,” you grinned before recognizing the deeper meaning behind her words, “Was that a compliment or insult?”

“A compliment,”

A second conch shell blows, echoing around the forest, catching the trio’s attention.

“Game on,” She smirks, putting a cap over her head, instantly shielding and making herself invisible.

You gasped in bewilderment at the sudden action, not believing your own eyes.

“Wait, what?”

Annabeth appears again, removing the cap from her head, and smiling down at the item, “Gift from my mom. Don’t worry you two will do great.”

“Do great? Do what great?” Percy persistently asked.

Of course, to keep your brother guessing, she placed her cap on, becoming invisible again, and walked off. The deft footsteps signified her departure, only further increasing your boredom with this game overall.

“Well, I quit,” you started unbuckling your breastplate.

Sitting on a big rock on top of a hill, the armory discarded across the dirty ground as you talked with Percy. Capture The Flag was long forgotten in your minds as you both quit mid-game.

“I can’t believe everything that happened in the last few days. This was all so crazy.”

“Should we talk about it?” Percy was hesitant. You stared at him in question but instantly knew by the spark in his eye where this conversation was heading.

You knew this talk was coming. You just didn’t expect it to be this soon. Something in you was telling you to avoid this conversation, but you had to manage through this, at least for Percy’s sake.

“What do you mean?”

“About our moms, Y/N.” He deeply sighs.

“Don’t, Percy…” you quickly dismiss him, closing your eyes momentarily, “I can’t talk about it, not right now.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N…” He breathes out.

“Can everyone please stop saying sorry, it doesn’t lessen the pain anymore. Saying sorry is just a go-to card expressing sympathy and sometimes not actually mean it. But not you, or Sally or Grover should feel obliged to say it, you were there, experienced it too. You deserve to mourn too, she is— was your mom too. If anything I should be asking you, how are you dealing with our parents’ losses?”

“Wait, are we talking about your mom or my mom?” His cluelessness brought a small smile to your face.

“Both, dummy.”

You pulled him into a hug, gripping onto his shirt, anything to ease the heavy burden in your heart. You wanted to feel safe and Percy wanted to be safe.

“Promise me something…” You start, the tears already forming in your eyes.

“Yeah, anything, sis,” he mumbles into your shirt.

“Promise me you won’t do any stupid shit to get you killed.”

“Y/N…”

“Promise me! I can’t afford to lose another family member, you’re my baby brother, I’m supposed to protect you from dangers, and can’t bear to lose you too as well.”

He didn’t want nor need a protector, in fact, he was sick of people trying to protect him. At this point, he was scared of people protecting him, all because they’d end up in danger. Or even worse, risk their lives and unfortunately take their last breath at Percy’s expense. All he needed right now was you. He didn’t want a protector but he needed his older sister, the last person of family in his life.

He just wanted his sister to be with him. Only his sister, not another demigod, just his older sister.

Percy noticed the urgency and desperation plastered on your face and nodded against you. “I promise.”

“Thank you,”

However, your sibling moment was short-lived when Percy glimpses at Clarisse walking up the hill, alongside two other Ares kids. You stood up, at their sudden presence, steadily shielding Percy away from them.

“The flag’s that way, it’s not here.” You gulped at the trio as Clarisse discarded her helmet.

“We know...” her voice was sultry, indulging more than she should have let on.

Her intense stare lingered on you as you gulped down the slight fear….and possibly something else, leaning towards fluster.

Clarisse shifted her eyes onto Percy, nothing but malicious intent in her eyes.

“Yeah glory’s fine, but revenge is more fine,” She states and slams her spear against the ground, watching it flicker on, an electric spear, her eyes sparkled in admiration.

That was kinda…no definitely hot!

“What did you do, Percy?” you glared at your brother.

He stares at you in bewilderment, “What did I do? There was a toilet, and Clarisse and her sisters were preparing to shove my head into the toilet, and the next thing I knew the water exploded at them. Which also broke the nearby bathroom stalls by the way. If anything, this is all her fault.”

“What? How does this—“

Clarisse interrupted, “It’s not about what he did or how he did it. This is about whether you two can fight to save your own asses.”

Percy’s eyes widened as he turned back at Clarisse.

“It was just a harmless thing, I- I didn’t even know I could do that.” Percy was quick to defend himself.

“And a few days ago, you didn’t know you were Poseidon’s latest mystery son.” The Ares girl rebuts back, clearly dismissing his reasoning, “Some things tend to change overnight, your powers being one of them.”

“Hold up, you mean to tell me that you’re getting revenge on my brother because he humiliated you? You threatened to shove his head into a toilet, insisting that he lied about killing the minotaur and now you’re furious that he defended himself.” you stared at her in astonishment, “Oh, that’s really sad and pathetic.”

The Ares girl huffs impatiently and blatantly ignores your whole statement, precisely focusing on her insight into the situation.

“No maiming it’s like the one rule, right?” Percy stumbles to grab his armor, and hurriedly puts it on.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll lose dessert privileges for a while.” She seems as if she is reconsidering her consequences, “I’ll live.” she concludes with a neutral expression. “Besides everyone at this camp truly knows you killed the Minotaur single-handedly, don’t let your brother get all the credit.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“You two take the punk,” Clarisse commands her two sisters, looking at Percy. Her head cranes to you with a mysterious grin as you hold strong eye contact, “The pretty girl is all mine.”

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ll see..” Clarisse darkly chuckles.

“Oh this is just great.” you shrug your shoulders, “We’re not even here for a week yet we have bullies on our asses.”

“Don’t get me confused, pretty girl, I’m not a bully. I just like to set people straight, especially the newbies, so no hard feelings right?”

“No hard feelings,” you agree, scoffing. What exactly was this girl’s thought process?

“I know you’d understand…” Sending you a half-lipped smile, “There was always something about you that I always liked.”

Right now, you have two instinctive choices, which are flight or fight. Long story short, you chose the easier way, relying on your adrenaline to save you this one time. Without much thought, you chose flight and god, you only hoped it would be your rescue.

Slowly backing away from the trio of girls stalked closer to you, shielding your brother away from the teenage girls.

“Percy,” you whisper to him, attention on the three girls unwavering in the slightest, “Get ready to run.”

“What?” He breathlessly exclaimed.

You quickly grab his arm, turn on your heel, and immediately run away in the other direction. Aiming towards the woods, the two siblings sprinted off, hoping to lose the Ares trio of trouble. In the midst of many trees and bushes, the wilderness provided you with endless possibilities but very few solutions.

How the hell are you going to get out of this mess now? You hardly know anything about this camp, much less about the vicinity of those woods. The bottom line is that you’re so fucked.

“I always loved a good hide and seek,” She speaks to herself, a playful smirk resting on her face. Oh, Clarisse was loving you already, feisty and frightful, a wicked combination. A combination that Clarisse certainly loved to cherish…or demolish, depending on the other person. But you were different, you were the first to stand up to her; you were her challenge and she was determined to put you in your place.

“Stop,” she puts a handout, halting her sisters’ movements, “We’ll give them a head start, they’ll probably need it.”

At her statement, her younger sisters chuckle in agreement, urging their boastful ego. A few seconds passed, and Clarisse’s patience was running very thin.

After a while of running away from the trio of girls, you lost Percy during it and groaned in annoyance upon realization.

You became exhausted from running, and the next best thing was to hide and pray that Clarisse wouldn’t find you or just give up and leave.

Her pride and unnatural stability wouldn’t allow you to escape from her clutches so easily. Oh, who are you kidding? Clarisse was the daughter of Ares, a literal war god who possibly killed for fun. If she was anything like her father, she possibly is, then she’d be extremely persistent and dedicated to ending this childish game, and declaring her victory. She seemed entitled to her glory, the ultimate root of her reputation at this camp.

Tired and out of breath, the adrenaline is still pumping in your blood as your eyes frantically dart everywhere for a decent hiding space. Using your last amount of energy, you stumbled towards a huge green bush and stayed in a crouched position without any movement. Just a slight movement might get your cover blown and you didn’t want that.

Soon enough, she makes her presence known and your heart sped up at the sound of her voice.

“You can run but you can’t hide forever, pretty girl.” Clarisse taunted you, light on her footsteps and she surveyed her surroundings. “I’m gonna find you eventually, so don’t make this harder for yourself and just come out.”

Her chuckle was not so much terrifying as it was hot. You rolled your eyes, internally panicking as her voice grew closer.

Truth be told, you thought of a plan. Now was the plan a brilliant or well-thought-out plan, no, it certainly was not, you weren’t secretly Athena’s daughter. Guess it has to be one of those; figuring it out along the way type of plan.

Spotting the curly-haired girl, her back was turned to you and her stealthy movements made you nervous. Would it really be that easy for you? No, but you decided to deceive the possibilities and just seized the moment in its unawareness.

Without any second thoughts, adrenaline pumped through your veins as you sprinted towards her, not stopping until you tackled her, possibly knocking the breath out of her. You both landed on the ground with a hard thud, the dirt smearing onto your clothes and you staggered to get back up.

As Clarisse is still recovering from the strong hit, you took the opportunity to straddle her, taking her by surprise as you kept her trapped underneath you. Her spear landed a few feet away from both of you, making immediate eye contact, seemingly knowing the other’s movement, as you both scurried to retrieve the spear, you beat her to it.

The spear felt weird in your hand and you analyzed the supposed weapon.

“Be careful with that,” Clarisse demands with a sharp tone.

“Relax, I’m not gonna break it or anything,” You reassured her. Catching her by surprise, you aimed the spear at her neck, pressing the cold metal there.

“Leave me and my brother alone, that’s all I ask.” you breathed heavily, inching the spear closer to her neck. The girl below you barely flinched, staring into your eyes, and lifted her neck upward, as if she was challenging you to puncture her neck.

Were Ares’ kids really this fearless? Never revealing their vulnerability, even when getting injured, they remained so cold and brutal to others. You understood why no other campers truly messed with Ares’ children, they were all so terrifying in a way. You assumed they were all psychotic, and you were beginning to believe it, maybe Clarisse’s psychotic tendencies made you attracted to her.

She had that menacing look, a dangerous fire dancing around in her eyes. Her thick eyelashes flutter at you almost innocently as her eyes pierce at yours.

“Is that all you got, pretty girl?” she whispers hoarsely, gazing into your eyes, “It’s gonna take more than that to convince me.”

You lean closer to her face, merely inches from your lips touching, discarding her spear away, hearing the metal clink against the forest floor. Clarisse felt flustered, her eyes widened as the unfamiliar butterflies swarmed around immensely in her stomach.

She began to internally panic at the new position and you were aware, reveling in some joy. For a girl who was convinced of being ruthless and cold by others, your presence made her timid, and vulnerable….an unusual feeling for her. Of course, Clarisse was overwhelmed with her emotions, something she was taught to control by her father, and she stared at you, dark-chocolate eyes twinkled, not filled with malicious intent, but rather an observant curiosity.

It came as a surprise to Clarisse, being left speechless, unable to make a snarky remark on the spot. Usually, she was the one with the last word, yet, her thoughts were all hazy by the image of you, everything regarding you. It was all about you, you, you. As always, Clarisse’s mind was consumed by other priorities such as finding ways to impress her father or practicing her fighting skills to remain the most victorious Ares kid at this camp. For once, Clarisse wasn’t upset by this revelation but more confused…or was it frustration?! Clarisse was clueless and it scared her, unaware of how to handle this situation but with your lingering gaze and gentle touches, you made it impossible for her.

So much for her being a bully. You found her reaction to this entire interaction quite entertaining, inclined to provoke her even further.

You made Clarisse La Rue blush. You made her nervous. You made her feel vulnerable, and you loved every ounce of it, you practically relished the exciting feeling.

Still, you decided to tease her further, just to see how much she’d allow herself to take.

“Would a kiss suffice?” you meekly ask, refusing to come onto her too strong. Yes, you had the upper hand but you still had morals and respect, it’s common decency. Some people really ought to learn that.

By now her eyes were as wide as saucers and her eyebrows furrowed in shock.

“W-what?”

“You heard me, La Rue,” you chuckled, settling some distance between you two. The Ares girl hated how she missed your proximity, your scent enticed her in ways beyond her imagination.

You got her, right where you wanted so now all there was to keep her there for the time being. Just like you said, a foolproof plan…as long as Clarisse doesn’t catch on. Going off purely based upon the hope that Clarisse is too enamored with you to realize the distraction from her hurting your brother.

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MOUSETRAP! ← IWAIZUMI / AKAASHI SMAU EP4: AITA ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂+ WRITTEN PORTION!!! ･ ⠄⠂

cw: swearing, miscommunication (audible sigh) , heated argument

｡･ﾟﾟ･ WRITTEN PORTION BELOW ✧･ﾟ: *

“you know, potential lost and all”

it takes everything in you to keep your eye from twitching as your brother’s entire career gets discredited by the person sitting across you. who does this guy think he is?

“you can’t criticize someone’s life work based off of one loss” you contend—bitter. he spares you a glance, unwavering. his eyes squint through his glasses. black frames, you think to yourself: like the ones noya keeps for fashion. though those look legit.

he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “one loss? it was the championship match against the underdogs,” he says, voice dripping with condescension. “shiratorizawa losing against karasuno was frankly… embarrassing.”

“what makes you think you have the right to judge him based off of a minor setback in his lifelong career? everyone has an off day. it doesn’t erase all the hard work and victories he’s had.” your hands ball into fists under the table. “you don’t know him,” you say quietly but firmly—jaw tightening.

as if he finds your defense amusing, you swear you see the ghost of a smirk as he speaks up: “I don’t, but athletes are defined by their ability to perform under pressure. plus, a reporter should be unbiased. even if I did know him, it wouldn’t change the facts. people remember the failures more than the successes, that’s just how the world is.” ending it off, he leans forward and taps his fingers on the desk: “you don’t know him either, ms. journalist.”

“maybe you’re just ignorant and insensitive. and I’m not a journalist. he’s my brother, you asshole.” you huff out, challenging his volume—earning the hush of.. everyone in the room. including the professor.

“It’s been a while since the last heated debate in this class.” she interrupts. “you two have interesting viewpoints. and..”

both your faces fall simultaneously, knowing that for the semester project — both of you are..

“if you hate each other so much. then work together.”

fucked.

— FACTLIST!

• akaashi won’t admit it out loud but bokuto is truly his best friend and he wouldn’t trade him for the world

• when yn called him an asshole keiji immediately thought of bokuto’s “AITA AITA AITA “ and asked himself the question 😭

• NOTHING ELSE IM JUST FREAKING OUT OVER THE TENSION RN GJRHHFHFJFURIGK

author’s note: last ep was super short bc tumblr kept doubling my image uploads TT ill sort it out soon

TAGLIST — REPLY / ASK

@needtoloveoutloud @rory-cakes @minaluvu @tenjikusstuff4 @cherrypieyourface

bolded couldn’t tag

[puck-bunny-for-all]

I was woken up for this... - Q.H

@shaylynnh : I was woken up by Ethan at 6am to Quinn in a blowup pig suit.... the only good thing about visiting my brothers is the free food and bev 🍾🍾

tagged : @edwards.93 @jackhughes @lhughes_06 @sethjarvis_ @dylanduke25 @_quinnhughes

location : all over jerseyyyy

_quinnhughes : wtf I told you NOT to post that pic🤨😡

↪ shaylynnh : and I told YOU not to bully my man while we were there and yet here we are 🫸🏻🫸🏻🫸🏻🫸🏻

bboeser : the 3rd pic is what you send to Ellen and the 6th one is what you send to Ethan lolol

zadorov_16 : uncle nikita approves of this message🤘🏻🤘🏻

eliaspettersson : AHHHHHHHHHH YOURE 19 YOU CANT DRINK

↪ shaylynnh : im older than all my brothers what are you saying to me sir

kuzya_096 : ah yes this American party looks fun!😝😝

tdemko30 : youre nails change a lot... how

↪ shaylynnh : I get bored idk

dakotajoshua8 : dang Quinny sis is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

↪ ilyamikheeve66 : idk if you should say that under his sisters post

arturssilovs1 : come visit Vancouver more next season!

↪ shaylynnh : will you buy me food ?

↪ arturssilovs1 : duh

lindholmelias : im confused and entertained at the same time ...

colemcward : family goals 🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒

_tylermyers_ : captain Quinn everyone🫡

connor.garland8 : im uncomfortable

soucy71 : what is this

katepettersen_ : YOURE FITS ARE SOOOOO CUTE OMG🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

elblue6 : You better be behaving for your brothers miss

↪ shaylynnh : IM OLDER THAN THEM MOM WHAT !??

colecaufield : ahahahahahahahahahahahahahah not momma hughes throwing shade

jackhughes : go home then

lhughes_06 : dont be disrespectful to Quinn hes coping

nicohischier : I miss you guys

dawson1417 : this is chaotic as fuck

pally_18 : o my

john.marino97 : hughesyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

jesperbratt : 🫦

tmeier96 : 🤯

tofff73 : 🕺🕺🕺

curtislazar95 : youre wearing real clothes for once good job!!!

akiraschmid93 : cant wait to see you again !!!

holtz_10 : so ur a sports fan huh

dougieham : this is like that Hannah Montana suit life that's so raven mashup in photo form

naterbastian : blep

reannelazar : come see me next time youre here!! the boys always love seeing you and Ethan !

kristen.haula : AH WE NEEEED TO GO SHOPPING TOGETHER ASAP !

kevinbahl88 : jack lives , glad to see

sethjarvis_ : nice to see you guys!!

kayleighdocherty_ : THATS LEGIT MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND OMG OMG OMG

luca.fantilli : my otp

edwards.73 : love love love you

rutgermcgroarty : I miss you Ethan @edwards.93

nolan_moyle : bring Ethan back now !!

taylorbrindleyy : ahhhhhhhhh

kennedygauthier : OMG YESS GIRL

alyssa_duke : stunning

dylanduke25 : thanks for RUINING guys night

↪ shaylynnh : 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

franknazar14 : dang lil hughes isn't so little anymore

↪ shaylynnh : IVE NEVER BEEN LIL HUGHES

jacob_truscott20 : this is neat

cuttergauthier : o

adamfantilli : I would have liked an invite

↪ shaylynnh : too bad

g.brindley4 : I like ur hoodie

seamuscasey36 : oop

A.N :

ok hi , idk if the tags I did are accurate but that's who I think the people are so love u lots .... hope u like :D

tags : @skylershines @quinnylouhughesx43 @noahkahansorangejuice