I am so so so happy you're back !!! the teen dad jess fic CHANGED MY LIFE like genuinely cannot hear the name Bowie without thinking about that fic. It's so so good and I've re read it so many times. I'd love a part two if you were interested!!!
i hope you’re lying because as the shit writer (writer is used VERY loosely here) i am, i hardly even double check my work before i hit post. so THANK YOU?????!!!!! seriously means the world. i typically don’t do part twos but in this case? idk i think we need some bowie + jess action. cause i miss jess. i want jess. i need jess. we need jess.
also, if anyone’s seen the land of bad, is it worth it? i mean… based off the pics i’ve seen of a certain back… THAT SHIT’S WORTH IT HOLY FUCK. but… weigh in? 🫡
I had a thought on Twitter dot com that Vash from 98 and Vash from Tristamp are two different critters and I have decided that 98 Vash is like that chaotic Labrador running around the house while Tristamp Vash is more like a skittish gecko.
coriolanus snow +18 (firstly why is 'anus' so overly pronounced)
"corio.." a whimper escapes your lips, swiftly covered by snows hand.
"keep quiet." he says firmly.
"fuck i-"
your struggling, squirming under his grasp. pressed up against the wall, his hand under your red academy skirt, and the other clasped over your mouth. his breath is hot next to your ear, whispering to you.
"looked so good, couldn't resist you baby."
his fingers rub along your clit, collecting your slick, in a way that makes you throw your head against the wall, and your eyes roll. everything about him is perfected, even the way he fucks you.
his lips are on your neck, sucking harshly, leaving marks similar to the shade of your uniform. the way he touches you is possessive, because coriolanus likes to think of you as one of his possessions, something he can control.
caging you against the wall, you can feel the pressure of his cock against your thigh, begging to be touched. you'll return the favour later.
you're a few heated breaths away from cumming, thighs shaking and weak.
"snow-" you muffle through his hand.
his hand comes down under your ass, holding you up against the wall and him. your unravelling right under him.
"can feel you getting close, sweetheart."
his removes his hand, kissing you desperately as you reach your high. his hand reaches his mouth, sucking his finger, as you stare wide-eyed.
i will never understand how people have the heart to hate Jason even after they found out that his Ambrosia tastes like fucking sawdust. Ambrosia being tasty is like one single happy thing a demigod can have despite their tragic lives, because it reminds them of the home they once had, but lost. And Jason doesn't even have that, he doesn't even have a home to lose in the first place.
you know what i think kids/teen books do 'fantasy romance/fantasy books' way better than any of the adult fantasy books booktok raves about. i try and read some of them and 90 percent of the time its just smut and abusive relationships disguised as 'dark romance'. then i read books like Keeper Of The Lost Cities, The School for Good and Evil, Percy Jackson, Land of Stories, the Nevermoor series, that kind of thing, and they are all actually so amazing because they have fleshed out characters with flaws and an engaging plotline instead of just badly written romance. and when they do have romance it's well written and about the people rather than the tropes.