#10 peach falls

[scoups4lyfe]

👀.

okay did NOT expect that reply LOL

[catdia]

Sevika with a Chubby S/o pt.2

Sevika is a very jealous and prideful individual. she doesn’t take kindly to others that try to take you away from her

when Finn tried to get you close to him, she killed half his goons as a warning

teaches you basic self defense, how to use your body as an advantage in combat

ended with both of you making out on the practice mats

gave you a knife and handgun as a birthday present

all your clothing is automatically hers as well. loves wearing your shirts and hoodies when running errands

Sevika has MASSIVE hips, she doesn’t like them that much because pants never fit her waist right. but you love them!

and you also don’t like when pants highlight your underbelly. if she sees your belly in any capacity she’s grabbing that thing like a vice

uses your stuff before you ever get to. that new Piltovan skin care you got? Sevika gives it 10/10

eats all your snacks, even the healthy ones that taste “like cardboard”

the scar on her temple gets sensitive with the cold, uses your tummy as a heating pad when cuddling

one of Sevika’s love languages is bringing you fresh vegetables and fruit she smuggled from overseas

seeing your eyes sparkle in delight as you eat the sweet fruits makes her love her shitty job a little more

she got your nickname “peach” because of your love of fruit (and your fat ass)

if there is a place on earth that can be considered hell is when your periods sync up. Both in pain and grumpy.

when it’s just you, she gives you princess treatment (more than usual). even going as far as making homemade soup

i believe Sevika doesn’t get her period as frequently as she used to. mainly thanks to the amount of Shimmer she uses

Shimmer is the reason you almost had a terrible fall out. it was doing your woman more harm than good. making her extremely aggressive to the point where she threw and broke the matching clay mugs you gave her as an anniversary present. you spent almost two months making them

all of this because you threw away her last Shimmer supply. you just couldn’t she her like that anymore

you sobbed as you collected the pieces of the floor. so preciously putting them on your lap as she just watched in horror. Sevika had never seen you so broken. What had she done?

Sevika kneeled in front of you trying to make everything right. picking up little colorful shards of the floor. but you pushed her onto her feet. you pointed at the door.

“Get out…”

“Peach, please I—“

“Get the fuck out Sevika!”

she spend the next few weeks crashing in Silco’s office. drinking her sorrows away. while going cold turkey off Shimmer

remembering your soft cheeks stained with tears and trembling shoulders. she never had seen you so angry

once she had the courage (and by that I mean Silco and Jinx kicking her out for beign love sick) to come back home, she didn’t grasp how much she actually needed your love

it was a positive sign that you let her in. like a silent “prove me wrong”

you made her sleep on the couch for weeks. ignoring all Sevika’s attempts of affection. walking away when she got too close, not drinking the coffee she made for you in the mornings, covering your body quickly whenever she walked into the bathroom after your showers

Janna, did she miss having your body on hers. having you cuddle her to sleep. now she is stuck in this ratty couch. she missed how you moaned, what you tasted like. Sevika was unbelievably horny

but she needed to wait for you to make the first move out of respect for the pain she caused

when she was sleeping on the sofa you woke her up by grinding your cunt on her thigh. only wearing your night robe. open in the middle, nipples hard and belly creasing on your pelvis. you placed her mechanical arm on your temple. cradling her metal palm with your lips

“Fuck me like you mean it, ‘vika! Make me your woman again.”

Sevika saw the fire in your eyes, and the burn was a prize she was willing to take

you kissed each other hard, clawing at clothing and skin. teeth clashing. every touch was personal. sensual. like a withered plant in water

even if the sun never warmed the underground it didn’t matter to her. because the sun couldn’t ever bring her life like you did

Sevika had never made love before. only saw sex as carnal lust. but having you vulnerable in front of her and having given her forgiveness was the best gift she could have asked for. the gift of hope and chance. she touched you like a lover, a soulmate.

you laid naked on her chest, blissed out in pleasure. in the afterglow of sex. Sevika groping the flesh of your ass. as she blew cigarette smoke into the air. you were going to complain about the smell in the morning.

“I quit Shimmer.”

you smiled into her exposed skin. Sevika was a blunt woman, and you appreciated that part of her.

“Good.”

“Love you, doll.”

“Mmmm — me too Sevika.”

and you definitely made her go to one of those pottery couples classes to replace the mugs she broke

Sevika wasn’t getting off thaaattt easy

[deep-peach]

i think the best long term takeaway i had from konmari is “discernment”

i used to keep everything i liked bc i liked it so why not

but now, for ex. with perfumes, if i find a nice rain scent, it’s compared to the best rain scent i have, and if it’s not better than that why would i spend $$$ on a bottle? i have enough nice rose smells, i’m not really looking for more. the best plumeria scent i’ve ever smelled outside of a fresh blossom exists, why do i need more tiare or frangipani in my collection? sometimes similar scents fulfill different purposes or needs but i must say that i’ve kept my wishlist insanely pared down compared to what it would’ve been 5 or especially 10 years ago.

feels nice (*´꒳`*)

[absolutebl]

Of My 50+ Favorite BLs these are the 10 I rewatch the most

So you could call these my favorite comfort foods. Everything on this list got a rating of 10/10 or 9/10 from me.

10 Most Comforting BLs

(for me, in order of most recently rewatched at the top)

Our Dating Sim

Korea 2023 Viki (watch the series not the movie)

This is a perfect short form KBL, an office set reunion romance featuring geeks that really suits 8 eps with no fluff and no chaff. Just comforting and yummy. I adored every aspect from the casting to the pristinely simple premise to the quietly smooth execution. Sure it’s low stakes, but that makes it high domesticity and extremely warm and gentle. This is a fuzzy blanket of a story - a cozy BL. It lives in my rewatch pile and you know what’s best about it? Every single episode is in that pile. There’s no skipping with this one, it might be good natured and calmly sweet but it’s tight and the pacing is excellent.

Cosmetic Playlover

Japan 2024 Gaga

The most recent release on this list, it came out this year and I've already rewatched it 5x. I love this little show. It's a classic office BL about the older workaholic who loves his job and the younger upstart who unexpectedly loves his boss. It’s a hyung romance where everybody is extremely earnest and sweet and pretty about everything. Except our seme, who is slightly unhinged and a little obsessed in all the ways one likes best from Japan (if one is me). Plus the kisses are good! Utterly charming unexpected gem of a show. What fun!

Jun and Jun

Korea 2023 Viki

A delightful office romance about an ex-idol who joins cubical life only to find his new boss is his first love. Other boys are sniffing around too. Operative word being "sniffing" as much of this romance involves smell. With a snappy (sometimes even raunchy) script, enjoyable sides, a pretty as peaches cast, and decent chemistry this show made up for in style what it lacked in substance. I like fluff. I loved this. I smiled every moment I was watching. My only caution is this is for fans of the BL genre only, I don’t think it’ll work for anyone else.

My Personal Weatherman

AKA Taikan Yoho

Japan 2023 Gaga

This style of live action yaoi really only works from Japan. Basically: boys who fell in love in college end up living together but are so repressed they don't realize they're in love. It's higher heat than we usually get from Japan's HEA stuff, and that aspect is also very well done, but it leaned into the "why don't they just talk for fuck's sake?" trope which is only exacerbated into undiluted frustration by the fact that they're already fucking. It's great, but watching requires more patience than usual, even for Japan. That said it's also bruisingly romantic. Emphasis on bruise.

Unintentional Love Story

Korea 2023 iQIYI

OMG the plot! Uke forced into a totally understandable betrayal, falling in love despite himself, put into a corner he can't get out of, the AGONY, the PAIN in those gorgeous eyes. Gah. Okay, so: A boy loses his job due to trumped-up corruption charges accidentally discovers his ex-boss's favorite artist, now a recluse. Evil manager offers him his job back, if he can convince the artist to rejoin society. Instead, they fall in love. I found the artist a bit stiff and reserved but Gongchan (maknae of B1A4) is a fucking GIFT - he carried this show (which I do not expect from the idol element). He was luminous with extraordinarily expressive eyes, just drown in the emoting abyss. The external conflict, social tension and pressure is complex and beautifully executed, plus Korea gave us legit side dishes (NOT a love triangle, hally-fucking-luya). All that said, when I rewatch this it's usually just the second half, but WHAT a ride.

Semantic Error

Korea 2022 Viki

Sexy older boy discovers pouty younger boy has outed him as a slacker, starts out bullying him, accidentally falls madly in love instead. Korea hits it entirely out of the Parks by doing a university BL with everything we expect from BL just done exactly right. Korea's signature quality executed perfectly with added bonus good story, great pacing, stunning visuals, and fantastic chemistry. You cannot ask for more from a BL, let alone a KBL. Another one where the rewatch is mostly just the second half.

Old Fashion Cupcake

Japan 2022

This show had me from the moment they broke the egg yolk with the chopsticks in the opening credits. It’s about a younger man with a long cherished crush on his boss (ten years older and going through a mid life crisis) who decides to save and seduce said boss with pancakes. It’s wholesome, comforting, sexy, and a very necessary narrative about still having hope, interests, and openness to affection at any age. It’s a stunningly filmed late-in-life comg of age/queerness story packaged in a subtle critique of expectations around masculinity, love, and loneliness… and it’s beautiful.

Yes yes. But the bit you know you want to rewatch is that long shot with the bite kiss. YOU KNOW you wanna.

Seven Days

Japan 2015

Ha! I faked you out 'cause this wasn't at the top but of course it's on the list! One of the best live action yaois ever made, with perfectly structured angst, fantastic characters and acting, and no problematic tropes (rare in Japanese BL). Older boy dares the hot af younger one to date him for a week. Turns out they both like it... A lot. The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat there’s still some really cute mutual kisses.

Takara & Amagi

Japan 2022

I gnawed on my knuckles and squealed a lot with this show, but a rewatch is way less tense. Reserved cool kid must learn to communicate to keep the tiny disaster nugget he’s madly in love with. It is beyond charming: soft and gentle, packed with cuteness and high school angst, thirst, & yearning.

We Best Love

Taiwan 2021 WeTV

WBL successfully managed to pick up and combine the best features of Korean, Thai, and Japanese BL as it exists right now. Couple that to the insane chemistry from the leads, and we have one of the greatest BLs of all time, cooking to a recipe I doubt anyone else will ever be able to replicate since only Taiwan is this flexible. It's basically every classic BL trope bombarded at us in two parts, rapid fire, one after another. Rewatching this show reminds me of everything I love about this genre. It is the genre in pure concentrated form.

The End!

I think it's no accident that none of these are Thai, part of a rewatch for me is the brevity of the show, longer stuff does get rewatched, but not as frequently.

(source)

[heian-era-housewife]

Sex, Smut, & Scuttlebutt

Lately I've seen a growing number of virgins, "new-cummers", and even seasoned sex vets voicing their concerns or frustrations with the unrealistic portrayal of sex within smut. Adult fictions are so fun to read and write and even more fun to act out in real life (with a trusted partner), but they are fiction. Quite often exaggeratedly so and in no way representative of what really goes on behind closed doors, or open (you do you babes).

Nevertheless these concerns and frustrations are real, they are valid, and they deserve to be acknowledged. And so, without further ado, I present to you the very real, very raw, and sometimes very unsexy side of sex.

(Though tbh nothing Ryomen Sukuna does could ever be categorized as 'unsexy')

Love to you all, no matter your experience 😘

Pairings | Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Higuruma, Toji, and of course Sukuna 💕

Content | mdni, smut, fem!reader x jjk men, piv, oral (both f-to-m and vice versa), pubes, blood, sex on period, first time, Toji eats a worm. It's fine. Don't worry about it.

Word Count | 3.3k

Gojo:

White Hair...Everywhere

You've been ignoring it for a while now. Well...trying to anyway. The faint tickle on the back of your tongue has grown into a sharp pinprick that jabs at your throat with each bob of your head. It's uncomfortable, it's distracting, and worst of all it is threatening to trigger your gag reflex.

Gojo gasps and whimpers, long fingers running through your hair, pulling you toward him as he edges closer to his climax. It's all you can do to focus on the task at hand when his sudden thrusts render the job impossible. You gag and sputter against the source of your irritation, eyes streaming as you pull away from his hungry cock. 

Confusion and poorly concealed dissapointment in his words of longing barely register as you wretch, two of your own fingers stuffed to the back of your throat. 

You turn to meet his eyes with yours still streaming as you reveal the cause for disruption. With your middle and index finger you pull a long, coiled, pure white hair from deep within your throat. 

"I think this belongs to you," you tease, wiping drool from your chin and flicking the stray pube his direction.

"Oof. My bad," he squirms, one hand sheepishly rubbing against his undercut. 

"Shall we resume?" You offer with a playful smile, making a show of patting away his snowy bristles before taking his twitching length back into your mouth.

"Phewww!" He whistled. "I thought for a second sexy time was over!"

"It wiw be ith you don' shu-up," you mocked, mouth full and voice muffled. You reached a hand around to give one of his ass cheeks an impish squeaze for good measure. Gojo laughed playfully before falling back into a steady rythm of whines and whimpers.

Geto:

Welcome to the Jungle

Unwaivering confidence was one of the things you loved so much about Suguru Geto. On a scale of 1-10 his sex appeal was an 11 and you were about to find out for yourself exactly why he was so damn self-assured.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but obsess over all your flaws and imperfections. Your outfits, those stretch marks, and was that =sniff, sniff= body odor?? 

But this was not the time to get lost in insecurity because you were perched pretty as a peach on his apartment sofa while Suguru stood, hastening to undo his belt, never once relinquishing that calm and cocky smile.

You gazed at him loftily, cheeks growing flushed, heart pounding in your ears. Your groin ached with longing as he stripped down to plain black boxer briefs and reached forward to help you down to bra and panties. Nerves and excitement churned in your core creating a volitile compound that set your heart ablaze. It was all too good to be real.

Finally, he guided your hands toward his own hips, placing them on the hem of his boxers, inviting you to remove his final garment.

Your brain buzzed with electric anticipation as you pulled downward, revealing that which, until this moment, you had only imagined. 

And there it was. 

And there you were.

Your buzzing brain cutting to standby as static filled your senses and every decision you'd ever made leading to this exact point in time sent you into a hurling spiral of doubt and regret.

Because Geto had shaved.

And you had not. 

Not now...not ever. Frankly, it hadn't even occured to you before. 

Insecurities came flooding in causing you to lose yourself entirely until the gentle touch of his strong hand on your pantyline dragged you forcefully back to your grim reality.

"NO!" You shrieked, pulling frantically from his reach. 

"Oh! Have I hurt you?" He asked with concern as you wished with every fibre of your being for a quick and painless death. 

"It's just...you're so pretty," you breathed, lip almost trembling as you spoke.

"I'm glad you think so," he said, cocky little smile returning to his perfect playboy face.

"And I'm...well..." you slipped off your own panties awkwardly, revealing a lush and uncut jungle, knowing you were already past the point of no return.

"You're.....?" Suguru prompted.

"I'm...you know...this!" You gestured to your unkempt garden.

"You're...female?" He finished, confused.

"NO!" He was missing the point. "I'm a gross unshaven mess! And you're...what? The centerfold of next month's Playgirl?"

Geto laughed, much louder than you expected, snorting as he did so. "That's what you're worried about??"

"That and a million other things...yeah!" You sulked, tears brimming your lashes as you slumped, defeated against the sofa.

"Come here," he said, pulling you close, forgetting entirely about his unclothed state. "I think you're sexy just the way you are. And, if I'm being honest, shaving is a real pain in the ass anyway."

Giggling to yourself, you watched as his impressive length grew soft and diminished as his arousal shifted to concern for you. 

"Hey!" He objected, throwing a pillow over his lap. "He was just worried about you, give him a minute," he teased.

Both of you laughed as you snuggled on the couch together, sharing doubts and insecurities, reassuring one another, and settling in for a long night. One full of love making that was sure to be genuine, sometimes awkward, but far better than any magazine.

Nanami:

Corporate Cock Block

Nanami was pent up. Not only had he been called on a particularly large number of missions this week, he'd been forced into overtime nearly every day. Now that he was home, he was desperately looking forward to nothing more than dissolving in your arms and seeing where the night might take you both.

Needless to say, he was more than thrilled when you suggested skipping dinner and going straight for dessert. That's right. You were pretty pent up yourself. And who was he to deny his pretty and incredibly patient wife what she needed?

"Thank you-hah-for being so-mhh-understanding this-hahhh-week", he breathed through passionate kisses, slipping off his suspenders and tossing his goggles to the side.

Movements punctuated by more steamy kisses, you helped him take off his tie and belt while he worked his fingers up and under your shirt to skillfully unsnap your bra.

He backed you down the hall and together you fell onto the bed, both panting in excitement as clothing fell hastily to the floor.

Just then, the phone rang. His phone. Illuminated harshly against the evening's fading light revealing none other than Satoru Gojo as the caller. Nanami went rigid.

"Hun," you said softly, "it's okay if you need to-"

"No." He asserted, cutting you off. "He's had enough of my time. I'm off the clock and I'm spending this evening with my wife."

The seriousness in his tone was all you needed to know it was case closed, so as he let it go to voicemail, the two of you resumed your game of lips and hands.

Time passed, Nanami was absolutely aching for you, and you were practically trembling in anticipation. As he lined himself up, you closed your eyes ready to melt at the feeling of him entering your throbbing core. And that's when it happened. Again. The name "Satoru Gojo" shone through the darkness as Nanami's phone lit up your room.

"I'm going to kill him," Nanami said calmly, head hanging in frustration as he imagined all the ways he could cleave his obnoxious coworker in a perfect 7:3 ratio.

"Kento..." you whispered, bringing him back to reality. "I really don't mind if you need to-"

"Absolutely not! This is our time. You and me."

"But what if he needs-"

"There is nothing he could need from me that is more important than what's right in front of me," voice dripping with sincerity.

"I love you, Ken."

"I love you too. Truly," he replied. "Shall we?"

Picking up where you left off, he gave himself a few quick strokes before plunging deep into your core. Tension and relief unraveling as he worked his strong hips passionately between your shaking legs.

***

As the love making continued, a new tension was building within both of you and Nanami could feel himself reaching his climax, breaths coming sharp and shallow as he felt his nearing release.

"Im so close," He breathed.

"Me too, baby," you gasped.

And then...

=RINGGGGGG=

Nanami cracked.

Snapping up his phone while pounding the ever-loving life out of you, you heard his voice loud and hostile as he snarled into the speaker.

"Satoru Gojo, so help me God I have half a mind to cut you down where you stand. Do you know how long I've waited to FUCK my WIFE?! How many nights this week I had to give up SEX with HER just to follow your sorry ass around chasing curses and cleaning up the FILTH of this city?! I was about to give her one SPECIAL GRADE, MIND-BLOWING ORGASM before you-" he stopped thrusting, blood draining from his face, feral sneer dropping into a hollowed out look of utter humilation.

"Principal Yaga I- of course, sir, I'm so sorry...Yes..yes..right away. I understand. Again, I'm so- no of course not. I appreciate your discretion...I'll see you soon...bye."

Your eyes widened in horror as you listened to his conversation, unsure which end was worse.

"I..uh...I have to go. I'm needed at the school," he muttered sheepishly, unable to meet your shocked gaze.

"Yeah, I gathered that," you said with a nervous laugh.

You helped him get dressed, giving him a tight hug and wiping the beading sweat off his brow as he stumbled back out the door.

"Kento!" You called as he headed in the direction of the school. He turned to look at you, defeat written in his tired features. "Come home safe, okay?"

"Of course, love," he rasped, weakly.

"You still owe me that 'special grade, mind-blowing orgasm'," you teased with a wink.

Shaking his head, you heard him laugh as he hurried toward his next mission.

Higuruma:

Erection Overruled!

Hiromi's long week has finally drawn to an end and as your tired and more-than-likely dishevelled man makes his way home to slump into his favorite chair and fall asleep, you want to make sure he gets to finish the week out properly. You've spent the afternoon hard at work yourself, cleaning up, picking just the right music, and slinking in to that silky little black robe you know he loves slipping you out of.

The mood is set, candles are lit, and as if on cue Higuruma stumbles in through the front door, dropping his briefcase, and sagging languidly into his favorite chair. You approach from behind, running fingers through his dark and unkempt hair, tipping his head back with a provocative "Welcome home," allowing him to savor the view.

Experience tells him there's not a thing beneath that robe and his eyes grow wide and hungry as he scrambles to his knees, facing backward in his chair to take you in. He burries his nose against you as he presses passionate kisses to your collarbones, moving to nip at your neck, trailing his tongue upward and landing just below your earlobe before whispering , "I've waited all week for this."

One very steamy makeout session later, you find yourselves in the bedroom, working quickly to remove each other's clothing, air thick with ravenous longing. But as you slip him out of his trousers taking his not even half-hard cock into your loving hands, things start to feel a bit off.

Nothing a few good strokes can't fix, you think to yourself, stealing a downward glance at his would-be errection-  flaccid, but hopeful.

~

Some time later there's still little change in terms of rigidity and you notice the exhaustion building behind his determined features. Knowing his pride is at stake, you start to wonder if it might just be best to let your tired man rest and resume love making another time. Opting for a mix of tact and humor, you make the judgement call.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I move to postpone today's proceedings until the defendant can get some well-deserved and very much needed rest."

Hiromi's eyes snap open. "Objection!" He barks automatically, surprising himself.

"Overruled!" You reply, tapping his tip once against his tummy as though holding a gavel. 

A moment of silence as you stare at each other seriosuly and then...

"PFFFTTT!" You both burst out laughing at the ridiculous scene. He pulls you in for more kisses and you lay together wiping tears from your eyes as the laughter continues. 

Turning on his side he offers, "Motion to reconvene tomorrow morning?"

"Motion granted!"

More laughter. A heavy sigh and then, "Thanks for understanding," he says.

"Impartiality is my job, afterall," you continue the act. 

Pulling your head to his chest he scruffles your hair until you fight him off, giggling. 

This isn't the first and probably won't be the last time your romantic pursuits as a couple are thwarted by exhaustion, but you know that with a little patience and a good night's sleep he'll be a different man come morning, when your courtship is back in session.

Choso:

Shark Week 

Choso's not just new to sex. He's new to life itself. Loving him brings you the unique opportunity of experiencing the world for the very first time through his eyes. 

The eldest of his brothers, he's already learned so much, but he still relies on you to guide him through his many firsts as both a lover and a mentor for all of life's unexpected moments- the good, the bad, and the painfully awkward. 

That is why, when you hear a sharp, panicked little gasp as he pulls out of you, dick still twitching from his orgasm just moments before, you suspect you are in for another brand new encounter.

"What's a'matter Cho?"

"Uhm..." He swallows hard, eyes trained downward. "It's...it's not there."

"What's not there?" You question, sitting up against your elbows trying to glimpse whatever it is he's staring at.

"The condom," He says weakly, mouth going dry. "It's just gone!"

"Ohh!" You reach a knowing hand between your legs. "It probably just came off inside me."

"Is that bad?!" He asks, voice thick with worry.

"Not necessarily. You can probably just pull it out if it's right there."

He slides two hesitant fingers over your entrance, feeling for the rubbery traitor that's caused him such distress. 

"Oh! I found it!" He sighs, relieved, pulling it gently from your core.

"See? Nothing to worry abou-"

"OH NO!" He cries, forcing you to sit up in alarm.

"What's wrong? Is it ripped?"

"You're bleeding! There's-" He looks as though he might pass out. "There's so much!"

"What?! I-" Realzation hits you as he holds up the stretched out condom, slick with glossy crimson. Feeling between your legs, you pull your hand away, stringy and viscous from a mix of blood and fresh arousal. 

"Oh Cho I'm sorry. I think I started my-"

"I can't believe I hurt you! I thought I was being gentle! Maybe it's my cursed technique?? No...that can't-" 

"Cho I-"

"I can fix it! Hang on let me just-"

"Choso!" He pauses his string of frantic babble to look at you. Deep lines etched across his troubled face. "Cho, I think I just started my period," You say, reaching your other hand to comfort your worried man.

"Oh. You mean 'shark week'?"

You laugh as he recalls the nickname you taught him for that notorious time of the month. "Yes hun, shark week."

"Was it...because of me?" He asks, eyes brimming with shame and guilt.

"No, my love!" You giggle at his innocence. "Just a coincidence. I'm sorry I scared you!"

A wave of relief washed over him as he clutched his chest, watching you get up and head toward the bathroom. 

"I thought maybe I broke you somehow..."

"I know, sweet boy," You called from the hall. "You did nothing wrong. But when I come back we're going to cuddle like there's no tomorrow!"

"That....sounds nice" he said with a sigh, collapsing backward on the bed, brain tired and foggy from the day's latest lesson. 

"Wait!" He called, suddenly excited. "Does this mean chocolate ice cream and movie night??"

"You really are a quick study!" You praise.

Running to grab the ice cream he calls, "I think I can get used to shark week!"

Toji:

Three's a Crowd

Toji is a lone wolf. An elusive rogue agent. He holds everyone at arm's distance, including you. That is...until recently, anyway.

What started as casual hookups in seedy bars and late-night love hotels, hell even the back of a cab once (actually maybe twice...you were rather drunk), has turned into pseudo dates and sober conversation. To be honest, you've fallen pretty hard for your man of mystery and the last thing you want to do is scare him off now. That's why, when he finally invites you to his place for the first time, you're determined not to blow it.

"It's not much, but it's home." He says, leading you through the front door of a shabby back-alley apartment. Despite his somewhat delinquent nature, his apartment is well-kept and the made-up bed you spot through an open door near the back looks far more inviting than the sleazy moth-eaten matresses and dive bar sofas where you've been spending your less-than-romantic moments.

Grabbing his hand, you practically drag him back there, excited to see where he lays his head at night, smell the cologne on his sheets. He stumbles behind, a goofy yet seductive grin stretching the scar on the corner of his lips that you're just dying to taste.

As you step into the darkened bedroom, a small sound grabs your attention. Atop the dresser something is breathing- sputtering. You pause, trying to get a look at the noise's source, realizing Toji must have a pet. Your heart skips as you imagine this macho miscreant returning home to a small, soft animal for whom he shares a rare bit of affection. Fucking adorable.

The creature, appearing only as a shapeless mound at first (is it a cat?) turns to look at you. And that's when you freeze. Because there in his room, peering at you through swollen, squinted eyes, frothy drool dribbling down its pudgy face, is a gigantic....worm???

"Toji!" You gasp, turning back to hide behind the muscular arm you're now grasping for dear life. "What the hell is that thing?!"

"Oh." He says curiously, "You can see it?"

"OF COURSE I CAN SEE IT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! THING'S FUCKIN' HUGE!"

"Heh," he chuckles, amused. "It won't hurt ya. C'mere."

Without even another glance at the demonic creature, Toji pushes you against the bed, bringing his large frame down over you, rutting his hips as he feasts hungrily on your neck. You want to lose yourself in the throes of his passion, you really do. But all you can think about is the thing on the dresser. Turning under the weight of Toji's advances to see if it's still there, you find yourself making direct eye contact with the hideous overgrown catarpillar.

You can't believe he's not distracted. Can't believe he hasn't said a single word about the little drooling monster. And as Toji makes quick work of undressing while he hovers over you, you find yourself unable to contain your inner thoughts.

"Toji...it's so...long!" You say, eyeing the thing warily.

"Mm...I know, Doll," he agrees.

"I mean like...it's gigantic!" You mewl covering your eyes in disgust.

"Hah...so I've heard," he admits, slipping off your panties from beneath your skirt.

"And it...I don't know...it looks hungry. Like...it's about to tear me apart..."

"If that's what you want, love," he growls with a forward thrust.

"Seriously, Toji, I don't know if I can do this! It's just so gross!"

"...Gross?" He looks like he's been punched in the gut.

"Yeah! Gross and purple!"

"Purple?!" Pulling out, he stares down at his cock. "Fuck you mean, purple?!" Then, following your gaze he says, "You're not still on about that damn worm, are you??"

"What did you think I was talking about?!"

"Look, if it bothers you that much, I'll get rid of it." Without another word, he gets up from the bed, crosses the room to the dresser, takes the creature in his hands before crunching it down into a tiny ball and swallowing it whole.

"Now are we gonna get freaky or what?" He huffs.

Oh, we are wayyyy past freaky, you think to yourself.

Who the hell was this mysterious man of yours? You're left with more questions than answers. But despite the horror you just witnessed one thing has you smiling...arm's distance or not, you doubt very seriously anything you do could scare him off.

Sukuna:

Thousand-Year-Old Virgin

Sukuna is a hardened, battle-ready, godlike being of prowess and prestige, decorated by time itself. Stranger to no man and no challenge, his many achievements transcend the millenia. He has seen and done things even those with rich and deeply fulfilled lives will never experience.

Let's face it, he's a thousand fucking years old. So that's why, when he mumbled something under his breath, something you thought could only be some type of strange joke, you were too stunned to laugh. And the fact that you didn't is the only reason you're still alive. That, and he's fallen rather profoundly in love with you, but he won't be admitting to that any time soon.

So when he pulls away from your lips to stare sheepishly at his bare feet criss-crossed in front of him before uttering the words you're sure you must have heard wrong, you ask him to please repeat himself.

"I've never done this before..." he gruffs, crossing both sets of arms and averting his gaze to the side with a nose-crinkling sneer.

"Done...what?" You ask, innocently.

"This! All of this!" He barks, waving his arms in frustration.

Your brain is working overtime just to read between the lines. He's acting like it's obvious, but you can't understand which "this" he's referring to.

"I don't get what-"

"SEX OKAY!" He gruffs bitterly. "I've never had sex!"

You just stare. Lips parted slightly as your jaw hangs limp, still unsure you've heard him correctly.

"And would you stop looking at me like that??" He scowls.

"'Kuna, I...I don't know what to say."

"Yeah, well...neither do I," he admits, still avoiding your gaze.

"It's just that you're...a thousand years old...I guess I just figured in that time you would have-"

"I didn't get to where I am by running around like some dog in heat," he retorts. "I spent my time getting stronger, strategizing, honing my cursed technique. Then I was sealed away for a few hundred years. When the hell would I have-"

"I never thought of it like that. But I figured Heian Era and all, the 'King of Curses' must have had concubines, right?"

"Yeah? So? I had a bunch of that old-timey shit!" He spouted. You had to stifle a laugh this time. "Doesn't mean I cared. I was...you know...a little busy conquerring the world?"

It was beginning to sink in. The King of Curses, God of the Heian Era, the Great Ryomen Sukuna sat on a shelf like a minted doll for a thousand years, completely untouched, and you- little modern nobody you- were about to take his "v-card". You felt giddy.

"'Kuna," You began, reaching out to take his face in your hands, compelling him to look at you. He hissed as you did so. "Ryomen. We don't have to do this."

"No, I want-"

"If you really want to, that's fine. Just know that it's going to be messy. Probably a little awkward. Maybe a lot awkward! Heck, I don't even know what to do about the extra set of limbs and...appendages," You laughed, giving his thigh a squeaze. He rolled his eyes. You continued earnestly, "I just want you to know it's okay not to know it all- not to get everything perfect. That's where the trust comes in...and where the memories are made."

He heaved a deep sigh, turning away again as he became lost in thought.

"Hey, Ryo?"

"What, brat?"

"Thanks for waiting for me," you wink.

"Don't flatter yourself," he grumps, a rougey glow tingeing his cheeks.

"Of course not," you smile. Then, eyeing his extra arms you continue. "So I just have one question..."

"Speak."

"Will we need one condom, or two?"

Thank you so much for reading! Likes and reblogs always appreciated, but never expected.

MDNI banner credit to @cafekitsune

Special thanks to @heian-era-househusband for always listening to my stories and for being my trusted partner 💕

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Simon Riley lets out a high-pitched squeal when you shower with him first time because the water is too goddamn hot. (but it’s the best temperature for you).

LOL YES YES YES THIS IS SO TRUE!! Idk why but I also have a hc that he prolly jumped a bit to avoid the hot splash because in his military life he's used to shower in cold ass water, and rarely has time to adjust the temperature since he showered in rush (3 minutes shower). His skin might be a little pink or red after warm (hot) shower. Please just give this man lukewarm bath with rubber duck, shark and starfish, a gentle scalp massage would be a help too and trust me 100% he's addicted to it

yes he deserves a nice bath 😈 ty for the ideas!! this is just some little scenes I think will happen :D!

Simon*Reader, silly couple

btw anon’s talking about this post

Shower with Simon Riley

1.

You finally convince Simon to shower with you the first time (not that he doesn’t want it, he’s just not familiar with these intimate couple things, give that man some time to build his courage).

You throw your clothes aside without any bit of shyness, and step behind the shower curtain, turning on the water and waiting for Simon to come in.

You can’t help but salivate at the man’s figure, and he seems to notice your gaze, his ego must thrive to sky-high in mere seconds.

Until you rinse the water on his chest.

“eee!”

“???” You almost doubt it’s a seagull showering with you when you hear the high-pitched squeak coming from your lover whose voice is always low and gravel.

“...” Oh, and he’s avoiding meeting your eyes now.

“Did you just squeal Simon?”

“No.”

“But I heard—“

“No.”

2.

“You want this bath bomb or this or that?”

“They’re all fucking same.”

“No, this is vanilla, this is lavender, this is rose and this is...”

“Bloody hell... just choose one for me.”

“Alright then.” You toss the vanilla one into the lukewarm water.

10 minutes after Simon falls asleep in the bathtub with the rubber duck in his hand when you softly scratch his scalp.

...

A few days later, you open the drawer outside the bathroom and get drowned by tons of vanilla bath bombs.

“I thought someone said all of them are the same...” You smirk at Simon, while he just stares at you and can’t find a convincing reason to defend himself.

3.

You discover Simon’s skin turns into light pink after showering with you a few times.

“You’re like a strawberry” You two are cuddling on the bed after a soothing shower together. “Your skin always becomes pink after you shower with me.”

“I’m not a fucking strawberry.”

“How about peach?”

“That’s the same.”

“but it’s cute, seeing your cheeks turn red.”

You poke his face cheekily, but he just shoves your blahaj on his face to cover it.

“What, Simon?” You snicker as you scoot closer “Shy for being said cute?”

“...” He doesn’t answer, just covers his face with your plushie more secure.

“How can I kiss you when you cover your face, handsome?”

“...” Simon still maintains silence, but you’re damn sure he’s hesitating.

“You don’t want my kiss?” You fake a disappointed tone, and eventually, he moves the blahaj out of his face.

Your smile deepens when you still spot the pink smearing across his cheeks.

“That’s my man.” You peck his lips “Thanks, cutie”

You really should stop teasing him. You tell yourself when he smashes the blahaj on his face again once he hears you call him cutie.

[anxious-like-luigi]

Things I’m sure of:

1.Luigi has Rizz

2.Luigi has autistic rizz

3.Luigi doesn’t know he has any rizz at all

4. Luigi is a gender, no I will not explain

5. Royalty,especially loves this beautiful green bean man. The higher their standards the harder they fall for him, I don’t make the rules(Luigi is oblivious to this as well)

6. Mario also has rizz but it’s different, and it’s not so much that he doesn’t know it’s just not that important in the long run especially if you ship him with peach, who is immune but loves him anyway . They are in love.

7. Mario and Luigi love(fraternal of course)each other and will do anything for each other

8. Mario and Luigi are both neurodivergent.

9. Luigi is “mom” shaped

10. There is a Luigi Protection Squad and Mario is the president, he knows Luigi can handle himself but he’s always down to help him. The reverse is also true. Mario protection Squad with president Luigi

[skulls-soul]

Imagine with me Mario knows exactly what Luigi‘s type in men are so when him and peach are talking Mario’s like “what does this bowser fellow even look like anyways” peach goes on to describe him as like 10 foot fire breathing turtle Mario starts asking questions like how would you describe his eyes

Peach:… I guess Stern and sharp

Mario: looking increasingly worried “does he have a deep voice like rustic”

Peach: starting to get concerned yeah??

Mario: I need to get to my brother!!

Peach: what? I mean of course we’re going to get your brother but you seem… Extra desperate

Mario: I can’t have my brother falling for tyrant

Peach: WHAT?!?! Mario what are you talking about.

Mario: “ tall! deep rustic voice! sharp AND stern looking man THATS TOTALLY HIS TYPE!! we’re lucky that he’s a real bad guy so it’s not like he’s going to do anything like caress Luigis face gently ”

meanwhile Luigi looking into Bowser‘s eyes as his chin is lifted up to make sure he doesn’t look away (oooh nooo hee’s hoooot!!!!)

[sylusjinwoon]

This is such a random question but have you ever written a story where the reader goes with jinwoo to the international guild conference(I think thats what its called)

Im not asking you to write it, you’ve already written so much. Its just that you have so many works I struggle to find a specific one

Byeeeeeee! Have a good day/sweet dreams

hey sweetheart! and no, i don’t believe i wrote a story where the reader attends a conference with jinwoo. however, i can help you find a specific jinwoo story that i have personally written to suit your needs! so i have made a summary of every single jinwoo story i have written under the cut with their links ♡ !

1. { sparkle } - first jinwoo story i have ever written told in jinwoo’s POV where he realizes he’s in love with reader

2. { 3RR0R } - where the system shows jinwoo that his soulmate is not cha hae-in

3. { pillowtalk } - reader speaks to jinwoo about her love for him while he sleeps.

4. { season’s call } - reader is constantly under protection from jinwoo’s shadow soldiers.

5. { hold me like a grudge } - investigator!jinwoo protects the reader while hiding a secret from her.

6. { surround you } - jinwoo is away on a business trip, leaving reader alone as she muses on how much she misses him.

7. { like you do } - reader is a young woman living in the real world who gets the chance to live out her dreams of being with jinwoo in his world.

8. { butterfly kisses } - reader comforts jinwoo during a bad day.

9. { love letter of flowers } - florist! reader and s-rank hunter! jinwoo fall in love 💐

10. { slow dancing in the dark } - reader sees jinwoo dancing with hae-in and feels envious.

11. { boyfriend headcanons } - general fluff headcanons

12. { arise } - reader is resurrected as one of jinwoo’s shadow soldiers due to a tragic event.

13. { rose-colored boy } - jinwoo takes care of a sick and feverish reader.

14. { sands of time } - academy arc; reader can’t stand jinwoo and lowkey hates him… or does she?

15. { light in the darkness } - antares!jinwoo basks in the reader’s softness.

16. { tiptoe } - reader is kept hostage as potential leverage, but it fails when jinwoo brutally attacks her captors to teach them a lesson.

17. { snooze } - reader loves to humble jinwoo by calling him dorky nicknames.

18. { enough is enough } - reader and jinwoo get into an argument.

19. { motherland } - jinwoo comforts reader after her failures.

20. { love me for me } - reader can’t stand being second best to her sister, hae-in.

21. { follow you } - reader becomes anxious at work due to a persistent co worker who can’t leave her alone…

22. { house of gold } - jinwoo fumbles his proposal LMAO

23. { headfirst for halos } - first yandere jinwoo fic.

24. { penpal } - academy arc; jinwoo wishes to get closer to his beloved reader.

25. { proud to be yours } - jinwoo makes a huge announcement during a press conference.

26. { the dark knight } - reader is a capable hunter who can’t stand it when jinwoo purposely prevents her from attending raids.

27. { musings for yandere jinwoo } - more yandere stuff

28. { moonlight } - jinwoo becomes captivated by reader when she calls him a strangely unique nickname.

29. { anomaly } - reader gets isekai’d into the world of solo leveling.

30. { of gifts and curses } - jinwoo muses how his strength and power are for the sake of protecting his beloved…

31. { reader inserts } - reader gets emotionally scarred after reading a painful reader insert.

32. { too sweet } - jinwoo falls in love with a reader who is the embodiment of sunshine.

33. { peaches } - a love story between jinwoo and the reader whom he has always loved.

34. { the only exception } - yandere jinwoo who falls head over heels for reader at first sight, willing to do anything to keep her by his side.

35. { selfish } - jinwoo being a jealous bby 🥰

36. { belong to you } - 100% jinwoo spice / thirst post

37. { touch starved } - jinwoo tries to woo (lmao) the reader and win her heart ♡

38. { cry for me } - another thirst post based on an ask ♡

39. { lover is a day } - comfort fic for jinwoo

40. { heartbreak feels so good } - reader is embarrassed with having a one night stand with jinwoo and wishes to forget. unfortunately for her, jinwoo wants nothing more than to remember and finally claim reader as his.

41. { marked by you } - more thirst posts for jinwoo

42. { the prince and the pauper } - historical romance / fairytale au with prince jinwoo sung and a commoner reader

43. { darling } - a yandere story with a twist. yandere jinwoo and yandere hae-in are deeply in love with the reader and would kill each other just to have you all to themselves…

44. { company } - lmaoo reader keeps friendzoning jinwoo, and he hates it.

45. { autobiography } - reader is an author that wants to write jinwoo's biography; what more can i say? 🥰

46. { perfect } - 18+ only, another thirst post for jinwoo

47. { saturn } - will jinwoo learn to love the reader’s true self hidden beneath a cheerful façade?

48. { slow it down } - boy next door jinwoo! what more can i say 🤭🥰

49. { that green gentleman (things have changed) } - single dad! jinwoo x daycare worker! reader

50. { god is a woman } - 18+ thirst post / drabble

51. { the admirer } - jinwoo loves to annoy the reader to capture her attention

52. { not a want but a need } - 18+ thirst drabble

53. { marry me } - the title says it all, really 🤭

54. { your heart belongs to me } - another 18+ thirst post

55. { the haunted one } - academy arc story where reader can see jinwoo’s shadow soldiers and becomes terrified of him.

56. { me + you } - another cute academy arc story where reader is struggling with math and jinwoo tutors her

57. { of painful auras and cute boys } - university au; reader has a migraine and needs to be saved;;; but by who ;3c

[blazernot]

Top ten staircases in kh

10. The staircase mineshaft from 0.8

Look we all love Aqua she's a queen she's great shes iconic and peoples first crushes but she has much more iconic staircases imo. Also it's falling apart and that's not safe

9. The cover of one of the piano books

She's beautiful she's famous she is the moment but this isn't a location from the games so sadly I have to place it low

8. The staircase from the kh2 opening

Very neat very cool you can run on the top and bottom but once again I can't climb it in game and it's symbolic of Riku and Sora distance and that makes me sad so it's low :<

7. Kh3 Olympus Coliseum

Sora finally goes to heaven

6. The staircase where Aqua considers murdering people

My favorite aqua scene

5. Peach's dream

Little did Peach know but Roadie is actually a prophet and sent her a divine vision of what today was going to be like. I'd also put rosies but imagine limit you know how it is

4. The ghost staircase from 2 or something I don't remember what happens here

There's a staircase you can shred on but I don't think it's this one

3. Why was this one so long like

They don't cut why don't they cut. Iconic

2. The world of Scala ad caelum

Without a doubt the most impressive staircase on the list

1. The ramp

Accessibility win!!! You should always be considerate of others when designing spaces

[scoups4lyfe]

LOL Haruka 🤪

finally,,, Shinichi speaks some sense

WAIT WHAT

LOL

ARE WE STEALING THE PAINTING ANYWAYS???

KKDSJLKJFASLKDFJFAL;SKDJF

🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝

[olive-fics]

Studying with Abby. SFW

You missed your best gf, Abby flipping Anderson. Of course you wanted to hang out with her.. but she was studying.. whatever. she can multitask ..Right??

☆Reader is hyperactive/neurodivergent in ways (?), Abby can get annoyed and angry..., slight angst, petnames, FEM reader, comfort at end.☆

For the girls and the gays, Men leave! (please)

☆My awesome friend Ara gave me this idea so Ilysm! &lt;3 ☆

CORRECT ME ON MY MISTAKES PLEASE!!!

"Sit still.." *Abby would groan placing her thick fingers on your hips, nudging you down into her hips. "You can't sit on my lap anymore if you keep moving peach, 'tis too distracting.." Abby would rub her nose and temples annoyed, not at you fully of course but the way you kept moving against her hips alone.

-This was probably your 4th time shifting on Abby's lap in just these past 10 minutes.

"Oh c'mon...you're hard to sit on when you study over the desk ..can't we just go lay down..? Get comfy..?"

"How the hell will I study when I'm laying down y/n." She was upset, something she never was with you.

"wh-"

"Please.. just- go sit down..I'll join you in a bit? Please let me study baby girl." Abby asked with a sigh.

As much as it hurt you, you still obliged to her command and sat down on the couch in her room. Of course you couldn't focus without being next to Abby, it made you nervous. Just sitting away from her made you anxious, that's when everything was louder and 10x intensified. The urge to bite your nails, sweat, click your tongue, crack knuckles, whatever you could fidget with was much more impulsive than usual.

Right as you decided to check your phone's time or mindlessly scroll online, it died. of course... time to do that fucking walk of shame up to Abby (who was now upset with you) and ask her if you can play piano tiles, candy crush or whatever games she let you download on her phone.

Getting up from the couch your bunny slippers shuffled across her mahogany floors with that airy "pfft" sound when the ears flipped up with each step.

"A-Abby..?" Fuck.. of course your voice was falling out. You got so nervous when Abby acted like this, which rarely happens.

Abby's office chair didn't move, instead Abby just replied short.

"Hm? what do you need."

"Can.. can I borrow your phone.. for- for games...?"

As much as Abby wanted to be angry at everything your stammering made her laugh.

"Such an Ipad kid..sure sure.." She sighed again, giving you mixed signals.

Abby handed you her Iphone, Abby had those clear cases with a little polaroid of you and her on the back encased by the plastic.

You smiled softly and ran off back to the couch bundling up under the blankets. Your fingers tapping at the screen and small sounds or music emitted from under the blankets. "Sweet!" "Tasty.." "Delicious."

As much as you were lost in Abby's screen you didn't even notice her calling your name...

"Y/n? Honey turn it down." "Y/n please, I need to finish studying.."

It was too late once you did hear her though, Abby was already on her feet marching to your place on the couch. She had pulled the blanket off of your head and gave you a small annoyed hand gesture.

"You gonna turn it down or do I have to take it from you?"

Embarrassment flushed out your cheeks into a bright red. How could you not hear her..?? You felt so stupid.

"I-I'm sorry Abs.. I- I'll turn it down.. I-.." Why were you stuttering now..? You felt so weak and little as Abby stood over you.

Abby could notice your mind rattling as you overthought the whole situation growing frustrated.

"Hey..Hey it's okay..i didn't mean to hurt your feelings love.. I'm so sorry." Abby frowned and held out her arms to you for a big hug.

With slight hesitation you still accepted Abby's hug and stuffed your face deep into her shoulders, the smell of her pine soap and hair washes filled your nose as you hugged her tightly.

"I'm almost done. Can you wait another 10 minutes?" Abby reassured you she would cuddle and chill with you as much as you wanted after. "Alright. I'm right here okay? Just wait a few." How was Abby so good at making you feel better. ughhhhhhhhh

After hearing Abby's keyboard click and her pencil dragging over her notebook for what seemed like forever, she finally got out of her office chair and looked at you with the warmest smile ever.

Abby walked over to you and draped the blanket over the two of you.

“I’m sorry Y/N. Movie night..?”

Fuck yes.?!?! Movie nights with Abby were the best. But then she hit the..

“I picked last time- what do you want to watch Pumpkin?”

God..you wanted to pick your favorite ofcourse..The muppets. (100% best movies…) but..you felt so bad for pestering her while studying so you put one of her favorite boring War movies on.

“Really..? You want to watch that..?”

Abby was kinda shocked you picked one of her favorites,but how you described it was..

“The Micheal Bay Film with the guns..and war-“

Abby put it on and kissed your forehead pulling you into her to cuddles.

“C’mon..I’m sorry about earlier..I love you..yknow that.?”

You nod and smile softly just emerging into her warmth and into the blankets because you just needed to sleep everything off,so did Abby.

“I love you princess..”

“I love you too…Abby..”

♡

HII sorry for lack of posts I cannot write cus my brain is slow.😞🔥‼️ but I have an Ellie Williams one shot or something coming up!! (Srs..) okay Goodnight :3 and thank you Ara for giving me this idea!!

[remotewatch]

two pretty-ass friends, we besties 👯‍♀️

Jack Schlossberg x reader x reader(?) | 4.4k wc

minors don't perceive and begone

summary: we've all heard those dominatrix rumors!

cws: dual femdom, ffm threesome, verbal and physical degradation, bondage, petplay, vibrator shenanigans, thwarted phone sex, impact play, oral (f receiving), implied shoe sniffing, semipublic humiliation, Jack is a cringefail loser who can't hold a plank, sorry for party rocking,

an: on this blog, it’s Valentine’s Day when I say so! Thanks for your patience, and hope you all enjoy 💕

Many many thanks to @mystardustmelodyyy as always for being the editing voice of reason and encouragement <333333

“Oh, this is cute!” ‘Violet’, your partner in debauchery, drops her bags and takes in your room for the evening. It’s a bit smaller than what you’re used to when you see Jack, but the giant tub in the bathroom plans to make up for it. The delicate swan fixtures just barely prevent it from skewing tacky, despite taking up half the room.

“You think he misses the ocean?” you chuckle, measuring its length with your wingspan.

“Yeah, he’s probably trying to break up the ice as we speak.” She cranks the heat after you shed your winter layers in exchange for tonight’s outfits. Peach and powder blue don’t exactly scream Valentine’s Day, though Jack has never been much of a traditionalist as long as you’ve known him.

“Ten bucks says he didn’t shave.” Violet scrunches her nose opening a bottle of champagne and squeals when it nearly drenches her slip.

“Careful with that; we’ve only got ten of them. And deal. Are you hungry?”

“Starving. I’ll get us something. Do you think he’ll want anything?”

You both explode with laughter as she fills your flute. “Half a blueberry maybe? HA!”

Violet is just wrapping up her call with the front desk when your phone rings and sighs in mock exasperation when she sees Jack’s caller ID pop up.

“Watch, he’s probably going to ask us if we can bring another friend along.” It sounds plausible enough when you answer and are greeted with your host already sounding out of breath and sheepish.

“Hey, uh- I’m in traffic! It’ll be anywhere from like.. 10 to 90 minutes? You guys should probably go down to the restaurant, you know, kill some time.” 

“He’s ‘running late.’” you mouth to her, rolling your eyes in unison. 

“That is so like you! No respect for anyone’s time!” you sneer.

“I know, it  just backed up a few minutes ago…”

Violet nudges your elbow, pointing at a closed hall closet. If you tune out Jack’s train of excuses, you can just barely hear faint jostling coming from inside. She claps a hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle as you cut him off.

“Well, if it’s really that bad, I guess we could do something on the phone; you have a partition in there, right?”

“Not really, but I can make it work.” His smile is so apparent over the phone; you can clearly picture him squirming in anticipation of being told off.

“EW, your poor Uber driver! I hope you’re tipping her enough, you asshole!”

“Fifty percent, just like you wanted, I promise!” 

“Cheap fucking bastard. Cheap and impatient! Can’t wait your little ten minutes-”

“Ten to Ninety.”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me! Focus on your second head, something you can actually handle.” Your shouting is the perfect cover for Violet to stalk closer to the closet. More thumps come from within, and you wonder if he’d take this lie all the way to orgasm if you let him. 

“Sorry, yeah. Focusing.” He wheezes. That empty-headed tinge is creeping into his voice already.

“And actually, if you’re going to keep us waiting, we might as well go home. This place is kind of small anyway.”

“No, no, no, don’t go home!” Jack begs, just as Violet swings open the closet door, sending him tumbling to the floor with rose petals falling out of his beanie.

“What the fuck?” you laugh. He scrambles to sweep them up, arms splaying clumsily as he swipes for the ones between your feet. 

“I wanted to make an entrance! It’s Valentine’s Day, I thought it would be sentimental!”

“You wanted to make a grand entrance and you’re wearing that?” 

Jack looks down at his sweats then backs up with an expression that screams ‘but it’s coming off soon anyway?’, like a kid determined to stay in pajamas under his church clothes.

“And didn’t you post a video in that same outfit yesterday?” Violet kicks a stray petal just out of reach. “How are you always so gross?” 

He’s momentarily forgotten as you try and determine how much his patchy five o'clock shadow counts towards your bet, until you hear him apologize under his breath. Using your real name.

“WHAT did you just call me?!” 

“Dahlia, Dahlia, my bad!” Jack flinches back when you grab his hood and practically drag him across the floor, dirty sneakers squeaking on the tile as he tries to get a grip.

“Yeah, no. You’re being crazy. Shower, NOW!”

💕💕💕💕💕

Violet perches opposite you on the rim of the gargantuan rounded tub as steam slowly fills the bathroom. 

“Oh, remind me to tell you about this thing I read,” she whispers before whipping her head towards the fogged-up shower. 

“Jack! You’re using soap, right?” There’s a severely guilty pause before he responds.

“Yes…”

“Show us!” It takes a minute, but he eventually peers around the edge of the door, clearly not sudsy enough for your partner.

“Nope! Get back in there!” She whips a spare loofah at him, then a mini body wash, and you're sinking down to stretch out along the bottom of the tub by the time she’s pressing a nail brush against his sternum.

“You know what this is for? Yeah? Prove it!” 

After a few more stern words, she hops back in so you can show her some other hotel options you’re perusing. 

“Yasuragi just isn’t the same at full capacity, but if we got the Ryokan it might work.”

“Isn’t it -5 in Sweden next week? I’m sick of freezing my ass off.”

“Yeah, but the hot spring is in-room.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, book it!”

When Jack exits the shower, his old clothes are nowhere to be seen, along with any full size towels. He glances around for a spare robe, only to be met with twin faux pouts.

“Bummer… I guess they didn’t replenish the linens.” 

Violet tosses him a hand towel before chiming in on her way out of the bathroom. “Yeah, but it’s like way better for the environment, you know?”

You continue murmuring in exaggerated agreement while Jack tries and fails to secure the towel around his waist after his best attempt to dry off. He barely even protests when you snatch it back, just lets out a surprised squeak.

“Pets don’t wear clothes. You’ll be fine.” He knows better than to cover his dick without permission, settling to clasp his hands behind his back as you swing the towel around nonchalantly.

“We got you something! No need to thank us.” Violet chirps, trotting back in clasping a thin dog collar, black velvet with a silver surfboard name tag. Jack bares his neck obediently while she fastens it, and you spot him trying not to smile.

“You’re such a lucky dog. I was going to grab one of those silly heart bandannas, but Violet put her foot down. She had a LOT of opinions at the Petco!”

“I think it looks classy!” Violet says, scratching him under his chin. Immediately, he’s slumping into her touch, dick twitching every time she hits a good spot.

“So!” You clip a matching leash to Jack’s collar and lead him into the living room. Violet trails behind with one of your suitcases. “I’m sure you’re wondering what we’re going to do tonight. But before we can get to all of that, we’ve got a few questions for you, okay?” 

A gentle push on his shoulder plops him down into a chair, and Violet is quick to swoop in with a pile of red velvet ribbon from the bag.

“It’s nothing crazy. You just answer as best you can, and we’ll decide if you’re lying or not.”  

She smiles sweetly before tugging on his left ankle until his hips are right on the edge of the seat. After spreading his thighs as wide as possible, she fixes him to the chair legs with matching bows on his knees and ankles. You take the other roll of ribbon and focus on his top half. 

“If you’re telling the truth…” You gently grasp one of his wrists and press a fingertip to your lips. “You get a kiss.” He flexes a bit after you secure it down, testing his wiggle room.

Slowly, you thread the ribbon around his chest, taking extra time to scratch at his pecs a little as you secure the bow. 

“If you lie to us…” your hand trails up his neck to cup his jaw fondly. Jack’s eyes slip closed just before you wind up and slap his cheek. “That won’t be tolerated.”

“And don’t even THINK about cumming! Are you seriously already leaking?” Violet giggles as his dick thumps against her knee. She swipes a fresh bead of precum off his tip and shoves it into his mouth. “Can you go one day without making a huge mess?”

He blinks at you both stupidly, trying to gauge if the game has already started. “I guess not?”

Tipping his head back, Violet presses a glossy kiss onto his jaw.“Absolutely not! Remember when you ruined my slippers? Because I specifically recall designating them as sniff don’t touch.” 

“I thought you said sniff and touch…” 

You take the opportunity to give his earlobe a swift flick before cupping his throat.  “Uh-huh. That’s because you were thinking with your dick. Typical! When did you lose your virginity?” Jack’s Adam's apple bobs under your palm.

 “I was sixteen-” 

SMACK! He groans as more precum drips onto the upholstery. 

“I meant nineteen!” 

SMACK!

“Stop lying!” You wonder if you should’ve left some rings on.

His gaze flits between you two, desperately searching for hints. “Six months ago!” 

“That’s right; you didn’t know anything before you met us.” His eyelids flutter under your barrage of kisses, all glassy and stupid as he struggles to speak.

“How tall are you?” Violet squints disapprovingly.

“6’3…” It’s barely more than murmurs now.

SMACK! Another dribble, this one with enough force to make it to the floor.

“6’1?” He’s already bracing for impact.

“Prove it.”

The chair creaks as Jack struggles against his restraints, even tipping it back precariously before glancing up in defeat.

“I said fucking prove it!” His thighs twitch reflexively, and you both erupt into giggles as he crashes sideways to the floor. 

“5’9!” he sputters as you crouch down slowly, earning a delicate kiss on the cheek. There’s no time to soak it up before Violet yanks the chair back upright, finger jabbing tiny crescent nail marks into his cheek.

“Why did you screenshot Dahlia’s story at 3 am last night?”

Jack’s eyes widen. “It was an accident-”  

SMACK! Violet’s slap knocks a gasp out of him.

“I swear-” 

SMACK! 

“I’m sorry! You just looked so beautiful…” his words slur together as he struggles to catch his breath.

“So you thought you’d get off without asking?” Jack winces when you dig your foot against the flesh of his stomach.

“God, you have NO discipline.”

This time, Violet relents a bit, sweeping his hair out of his face and dabbing the residual sweat off with a napkin. “Jack.. if you weren’t seeing us, how often would you masturbate?”

“All day every day.” He’s gone totally slack now, mumbling like you’re pulling the correct answers out more than he’s saying them. The corners of his mouth barely even twitch up when you both pepper him with kisses. 

💕💕💕💕💕

Once Jack is nice and dumbed down, he doesn’t flinch at any of the other activities you’ve planned for the evening. Hot wax slides down his chest like water, and he runs himself ragged playing fetch until you have to force some water down his throat. The only thing that gives him a bit of pause is you pulling out a spinner and polka dotted tarp.

“Twister?”

“Yeah. Work on your shoulder stamina for a change.”

“That's mean.” 

He’s getting way too lucid if he can think to complain.

“Are you gonna fucking cry?”

“Do you want me to cry?”

“Just get on the mat!”

You end up touching your toes and pushing your hips back against Jack’s face with Violet sprawled out beneath him on spinner duty, her free hand lazily jerking him off. His arms are starting to shake from planking so long, and he nearly falls flat when she brushes against him to spin again.

“We only just started! There’s no way you’re tired yet!” she laughs. “Left hand red.” Jack’s fingers stretch to find a dot within reach, only for you to pull him closer, burying his nose even deeper.

“No, that red!”

“I told you to actually try this time! I thought you were like, sooo flexible. Isn’t that what he said?” Violet flicks at his nipple, relishing the full body shudder it triggers.

“What kind of freak lies about something like that?” you scoff and push your ass further onto his face.  

“I’mmmph sorry! Please-” is all the warning you get before his arms give out and he crashes down on top of Violet, who’s quick to shove him off in disgust.

“I can’t believe you lost again, but you know what that means!” A quick yank under your slip and you’re stepping out of your thong. Jack is too preoccupied trying to glance at what it was covering before it’s shoved into his mouth.

“Maybe when your endurance improves you can graduate from being a laundry basket.”

Jack’s muffled whimpers of “I don’t wanna be a basket!” are interrupted by Violet pouncing on top of him. 

“Aren’t you tired of being a loser? Be honest with us.” It’s difficult to tell if she’s more laughing or grimacing at how easily he falls apart from a few strokes at his cock.

“No, I’mnota-”

“You aren’t tired? That’s so sad. Does it feel inherent to who you are as a person or something?” His tip weeps between her fingers, flushed crimson and gleaming under the lamplight.

“Oh, lay off him. It’s a holiday.” Jack gazes reverently up at you as you pull his head into your lap, even as you take care to tuck a stray fold of the thong back between his lips. 

“He’s drenching my fucking hand! I’m being nice!”

Despite the chaos going on below his waist, feeling Jack writhe under you and watching his eyes roll back as the fabric slightly dampens his moans is somehow deeply calming. You take the chance to wrap your legs a little tighter around his head, feeling that obscenely thick (now somewhat damp) mane of hair brush up against your clit while the sweat dripping down his temples dampens your inner thighs.

“I said don’t fucking cum!” Violet’s voice pulls you back to reality. He’s doing his best, but the effort of  trying not to bust has him panting like an actual dog. 

A sharp knock at the door spares him release and the subsequent punishment. Still, he’s pawing desperately at your leg to ground himself as you get up to answer it.

“Oh my god, finally! Took them long enough. Jack, get back in the closet!” Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Violet failing to lead him by his dick out of the living room, instead opting to haul him whining and limp onto the sofa.

Flinging the front door open, you’re greeted with two dapper hotel staff bearing your dinner for the evening. One cocks his head slightly for a view deeper into the suite while the other stares unblinking into your eyes; anything to avoid too long of a glance at your slip. “Room service, ma’am.”

“Bonsoir, gentlemen! You can set up on the coffee table. Don’t mind the dog!” 

They can’t help a glance or two at Jack, who is covering his dick with a silky heart shaped pillow, as they wheel the cart in and begin unpacking your meal: caesar salad, fries, and chocolate mousse.

“Would you like a third place setting?” One of the men pauses mid-fork placement and half-gestures toward your host.

“Oh, no thank you! He’s reducing.” Violet leans over to pinch his cheek. “Aren’t you, Jack?”

He manages a stiff nod.

“Don’t you dare stain that pillow!”  You hiss as she takes his wallet to tip the server.

💕💕💕💕💕

“What do they put in this dressing that makes it so good? I want to say oregano? Maybe the chef is just a miracle worker.” Violet squints at a forkful of salad, trying to analyze every inch of the spring mix. Your mind is occupied elsewhere.

“Okay, so if tivoli is still closed, we can just go straight from the spa to the ice hotel?” You can’t resist taking advantage of the slightest lull in the action to pop open your laptop and revisit some upcoming bookings.

“Can’t we wait and go when it’s warmer? We have a gap in the schedule in early April, right?”

“It’ll be gone by April. Are you really going to let that snowsuit rot in your closet?”

“Okay, fine, but if we go, I don’t want to hear you complaining about how many people are there after you shot down the igloo idea.”

“Eat your food,” you giggle, chucking a fry in her direction.

As dinner progresses, Jack slumps off the couch onto the floor beneath the coffee table and dozes off curled between the two of you. Whenever Violet pauses to think, her hand meanders down to scratch at his scalp. It’s such a peaceful scene that the two of you debate not waking him up at all,  backtracking once you point out that ‘he’ll be so stiff and make it our problem’.

“Jack, honey, wake up…it’s still Valentine's Day,” Violet coos. When he doesn’t move, she supplies a light kick to his stomach. “Get up!” 

That at least gets him to stir. “There you go, good dog.” 

Jack rubs his eyes sleepily while he takes in the hotel room before meeting your gaze.

“It’s still Valentine’s Day,” you remind him.

“Oh yeah!” His eyes light up. “For how long?”

“Two more hours. Now, go get the bath set up.” 

He stumbles a little getting up but steadies himself on another suitcase and practically skips off into the bathroom. 

“Just give me five! You two are gonna love this!” He chirps over his shoulder. Violet shrugs and refills your champagne glass before topping herself off. 

“That’s what I was going to tell you! Did you hear that new article in The Cut is supposedly Danielle?” 

“No! You’re kidding!”

Just as you’re getting into a good dish, the bathroom door swings open to reveal a dozen lit jasmine candles and a freshly drawn bubble bath brimming with rose petals in the suite’s oversized tub. Then there was Jack, still in his dog collar, looking adorably proud of his work, holding a fresh bottle of champagne. To make things even sweeter, you notice he’s arranged several of the vibrators you’d packed in a silver dish next to the tub. He can’t stop gawking when you take your slips off, and you indulge him for a split second, blowing a kiss before chucking it at him. 

“Stop staring, pervert!”

💕💕💕💕💕

“Isn’t it crazy that you don’t have a Valentine when you could just put your follower list on shuffle and have someone new every night?” Violet muses.

 She’s holding a silicone vibe’s blunt plane right under Jack’s tip while you lather up his chest with soap (he really did a TERRIBLE job showering earlier) as the candles steadily flicker down. It’s a romantic scene from the waist up- the bathtub is positively overflowing with apricot-scented bubbles-, but you can feel Jack’s fists clenched by his sides underwater. You’re not making it any easier on him, shoving your tits right in his face so you can talk down to him.. 

“If only your fans knew how rancid you smell most of the time. I bet they’d still do anything for you. But you don’t want that, right? They all idolize you too much.”

He slumps down more with each of Violet’s jabs, letting out a shaky ‘Yeahhh..’ as his head tips back, just as you snag another vibrator and submerge it under the foam. Jack doesn’t even notice until you’re rubbing it against his head. His eyebrows shoot up, and your lips automatically curl into a sadistic grin.

“You’re never told no in your life, then we come along, and you’re obsessed with us. God, are we the only ones who realize how GROSS you are?”

“You’re so mean!” He shudders in ecstasy, voice cracking. Violet leans in closer and gives you a knowing look before taking his chin between her thumb and forefinger. 

“You’d better not cum before we say so, especially not in here. Clogging the fucking filter up, and everyone will know it was you, because I’ll tell maintenance EXACTLY who to blame when they come knocking. Remember what happened in Miami?”

“…No?” He whines.

“You’re not going to cum, right? You wouldn’t do that to us.” You murmur against his ear, cranking up the voltage so you can put the vibrator on its max setting.

“No! I promise! I’d never- I’d never-no! Nono please!” Jack pleads with his body as it twitches in your arms. In between the roiling bubbles from the jets, you spot a few strings of cum swirling around as they float to the surface.

“Oh my god; what is wrong with you?!” Violet’s fingers twist around his neck to hoist him out of the water. The temperature difference has him swaying, but he stays hunched over enough for her to berate him properly.

“All we asked you to do tonight was one fucking thing! I thought you could handle that!”

You let out a sigh (not unrelated to the water working its magic) and shrug.

“He just can’t help himself… but I think we should keep him.”  

💕💕💕💕💕

Violet using the crop on Jack after he cums sans authorization has become something of a standard routine. While she “punishes” him on the sofa, you change into your pajamas- a flouncy butter-soft Dôen nightgown that was every bit worth the splurge- and cheerily hum along to your playlist for the second half of the evening as you do your skincare routine in the bathroom. The cartoonish cracks of impact and Jack’s yelps from the next room are a perfect compliment to your nighttime jazz.

Eventually, she enters the bathroom, all flushed cheeks and tousled hair, and promises you that ‘he’s very sorry and just missed us over the holidays’. You peek out to find him pressed against one of the corners of the living room, red lines rising on his back from Violet’s crop.

“Did you polish his nose up?”

“Oh yeah, but I might have missed a spot.” She giggles.

You plop down lotus style on the sofa and arch your finger to signal Jack over. While he obediently kneels at the foot of the sofa, you realize there’s a few spoonfuls of chocolate mousse left and delicately scoop up a little bump for him.

“Wanna try it?” 

Jack looks apprehensive at first, but slowly leans forward to accept the bite. His eyes slip closed as his tongue laves over the spoon, even relaxing enough to let out a sigh when you begin scratching under his collar.

“Such a good boy. Finish it for me?” 

He looks down at the bowl like it might explode on contact. “All of it?”

You take a spoonful out for yourself and nod, savoring the bittersweet taste. “Uh huh. If you clean it, I’ll let you eat me out.”

Before you can continue, Jack lurches forward and sticks his face straight in the crystal bowl. Your eyes linger, watching his tongue flatten and slip against its surface. When he comes up, there’s a little smear of mousse on his forehead from the rim that you treat yourself to licking off.

“You did so well for us.” You purr, stroking your thumb over his brows, gently tugging his head down. His quiet and docile demeanor is a far cry from the silly goose jerking off with a beanie full of rose petals at the beginning of the evening. Spreading his hands over your thighs, he whispers a meek little ‘Thank you’ before burying his face in your pussy. For all the jokes you’d made about stubble on his jawline, it feels electric brushing between your thighs. 

“You were so well-behaved tonight, and we didn’t go easy on you! Aw, baby. You’re so sweet. What a good dog. Did you have a nice Valentine’s Day?”

“Mmmmhhmmmm!” He’s all broad and frantic lapping like he’s scared you’ll take his meal away.

Your legs extend around Jack’s shoulders to link your feet together, hands in his hair as you rock him against you, encouraging him through his pussydrunk whimpering. 

“Good job baby, keep going. Just like that, no slacking- oh my god-” 

His hands cradle your hips, heat bleeding clear through the delicate fabric of your nightgown as you sprawl out and let the feeling of his nose brushing at your clit engulf you. The lines completely blur as he gets lost licking you through your orgasm; he mindlessly slurps at where you were sitting for a good minute after you get on your feet, only stopping when he feels you hook a finger under his collar.

💕💕💕💕💕

“Coral and algae exhibit a mutually beneficial relationship. Healthy coral are home to photosynthetic algae that provide the coral with energy necessary for its growth. In turn, corals provide their algae with shelter. Each cannot survive without the other.”

You’ve queued up a documentary about coral reefs by the time Violet returns from the bathroom to find Jack curled up in your lap in bed. He’s just on the edge of drifting off with your fingers threading through his hair.

“Come on, move it.” you whisper with a kiss to his forehead and banish him to the foot of the bed. Violet flops down next to you, snuggling into the down duvet and dimming the lights with a swift clap. 

“This place is growing on me.” 

“Ok, so back to Danielle. I can’t believe she published anything so soon after buying that AI Monet!”

“Oh my god, I know! That thing looked insane; there’s no way she actually saw it beforehand. And did you see she’s planning on putting another piece out next month?”

“We can only hope. Things have been so boring lately.”

Jack’s breath hitches from the foot of the bed, then settles back down into the rhythm of deeper sleep.

[kitchenwitchtingss]

RECIPES I KEEP IN MY ONLINE KITCHEN WITCH JOURNAL #2

I love making these oh my gosh.

Why?

It's really fun

It's been a while since my last one

I get an excuse to try yummy recipes

You all are way too good at what you do

It's fun x2

Teas, Drinks, And Syrups

🍊 Orange Peel Tea 🍊

Violet Lemonade

Coconut Summer Drink

Dandelion Honey

The Best Hot Spiced Cider recipe you’ll ever try

Apple Cider is basically a homesteading spell

Rose Lemonade Syrup

100-Year Garlic (Garlic Honey)

Fire Cider Spell for Winter Protection

Blackberry & Apple Jam

Witchy Recipes - Blackberry Lemonade

Baked Goods + Sweets

Prosperity Bread

Lavender Earl Grey Cookies

Easy Rosemary Focaccia Loaf for Love and Protection

Heavenly Lavender Scones

Honey Vanilla Peach Butter 🍑

Pumpkin Pie Dip 🎃

Vanilla-Pumpkin Cupcakes

Soups, Stews, And Dinners

Super simple secret potato soup

Forest Porridge

Heartwarming potato soup

Perfect Homemade Garlic Bread

Creamy vegetable soup

Springtime Soup

Stuffed Maple dijon glazed roasted butternut squash

Summertime stir fry

Sabbat Stuff

Litha Orange Honey Cake

Litha Thyme Chicken

Stuffed Apples for Mabon

Mabon Mug

Imbolc Pretzel wreath

Oatmeal Bread for Lughnasadh

Samhain Mulled Cider

Samhain Irish Apple Cake

Angel's Best

(my favorite recipe posts I've made over the years, plus backstories that sound like your grandmother's reminiscing over the past.)

LATE WINTER BUTTER ROLLS

My first post I ever made. I was pretty new to the tumblr community at the time. I loved kitchen witchcraft, and I'm the type of person who will ramble on about how much I love cooking and baking. This blog gave me an outlet to express my love of cooking, baking, paganism, and witcraft. And these rolls are very tasty, I make them to this day!

WITCHY TOMATO BASIL SOUP

Tasty, simple, and a crowd-pleaser. It's perfect for a beginner kitchen witch! It was also the second recipe I ever posted.

SWEET CREAM BUNS

It was a recipe given to me by one of my good friends at the time. Every time I make it, it gets devoured in less than 10 minutes. It was also my first recipe to get over 50 notes. I was shocked but ecstatic that so many people would even give it the time of day lol.

WITCHY THUMBPRINT COOKIES

These ones were just fun to make and delicious lol.

A WITCH’S COZY BUTTERNUT WINTER SOUP

A quick soup that feeds a lot of people during the fall season. Fall is my favorite season, so of course I'm very biased lol.

SAMHAIN PUMPKIN BREAD

I love pumpkin bread and apple cider... So why not combine the two? This one was definitely one of my favorites of all time. Moist pumpkin bread and chocolate chips have to be one of my favorite things on this planet. It also makes for the perfect gift for friends and family. Yummy!

ANGEL’S AWARD-WINNING LEMON POPPY SEED BREAD

I love dessert loaves of any kind, so naturally, this would be on the list lol.

MAPLE BUTTER COOKIES

Super simple comfort food! I love any time of cookie with brown sugar.

BRING ME POSITIVITY PECAN FRENCH TOAST BAKE

I love French toast, and I love positivity~

SAMHAIN SOUL CAKES RECIPE

These are really good! And traditional. If you celebrate Samhain, I recommend you make some soul cakes and have friends and family help decorate. I give the littles a bag of orange frosting and let them go crazy lol.

FEEL BETTER CHICKEN SOUP

One of my most recent is my witchy twist on chicken noodle soup!

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hey loves, so because i 1, got new tarot decks, and 2 want to call you guys out, im doing this. also - heads up before i even start - spirit said there's gonna be a pile where there are little/no callouts bc they're actually doing great. just some advice/motivation to keep them going

Hello! Welcome to a pick a pile. This is a general reading, everything should be taken with a grain of salt. Hundreds of people may read this, everything I say in your pile(s) may NOT resonate. Today we don't have questions. we're just going callouts. so prepare yourself, i know some of yall are soft.

along with these questions i will give things that may draw you to your pile. the alice in wonderland tarot has different cards but pretty much the same meaning. dont be shocked if instead of the hanged man i say suspention or something like that. i will be using tarot and oracle cards.

now please take everything with a grain of salt!

breathe in, now out, now pick a pile or two.

pile 1 ; pile 2 ; pile 3

hi pile 1!

confirmation for your pile: lowkey funny, life 'falling apart', consequences for your actions, business man/woman, equality, cycles, bakugou, passion, 'im always right, i know what im saying'

oracle: you are good enough - full moon in virgo

tarot: the hierophant, temptation, 7 of flowers, 5 of spears reversed, 9 of flowers

alright bros, the first thing i have to say is 1, you're not always the cause. bad things happen to good people and i know it sucks but it helps you grow. if only good things happened then you'd probably be boring as hell. i hear some of you guys can be because you cant keep a conversation going. the thing is, you may be a victim MOST OF THE TIME but that doesnt mean ALL THE TIME!! you can be wrong in an argument, you can be right in an argument. but it changes. you're a very driven, smart, confident person in most areas but that doesnt mean because you're the right person to be a firefighter but not a baker. 7 of flowers is saying dont back down from the things you KNOW you are right in, but when someone makes a valid point. take it, it can help you. being passionate is a good thing, but dont be ignorant.

temptation is something thats drawing you in, that one day will be negative. maybe its joining the football team but you'll get a serious injury. do not let anyone or anything tempt you that has high risks for pain in the long run. im not saying dont join that football team, but dont put yourself into situations that wont benifit you in the long run. there's a good and bad to everything. do not fall into or back into negative energies/things that didnt help you before. they sure as hell wont help you now

ngl i have no idea what this pile means during the second part

pile 2

alright so confirmation: tired, faking happiness, evolution, "PUT THOSE GRIPPERS AWAY", hawks, manifestation, abuse, Christmas, MHA, movies, memories, nsfw content, love desire, caring heart, makeup, procrastination, seven deadly sins

oracle: a time for healing - balsamic moon, expect powerful chance - new moon eclipse

tarot: 10 of spears, 7 of flowers, 3 of hedgehogs

so this is the pile whos done mostly nothing wrong. when i say mostly, i mean bc everyones made at least one mistake in their life. ofc theres still a callout. STOP BEATING YOURSELF UP! STOP BELITTLING YOUR PAIN, YOUR TRAUMA, THE THINGS THAT HURT YOU MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY EVERY SINGLE DAY!! let go of the past, its gone. its ending. get over it. that friend isnt coming back, they weren't right for you. let go of the past, accept it, and move forward. thats just some advice.

pile 3

hey pile 3

confirmation: false/negative manifestations, intrusive thoughts, self destructive behavior, gay, peaches (that one song omg), yung gravy, emotions, love, communication or lack of communication, birthdays, parties, celebrations

oracle: believe in the impossible - blue moon

tarot: 2 of cups, 4 of flowers, knight of teacups reversed

okay i got flowers in every pile, anyways this piles energy is of a pair.. two people or two piles? maybe you picked another pile. but its a harmonious pair. you guys may be for a long time, maybe shifting together, maybe you work on a lot of projects together? i heard you guys dont talk much but when you do its fun. you guys are a great pair. hold on to each other. i feel like once this pile overcomes toxic/negative behaviors they will shift. it depends on how fast you get rid of them/start manifesting positively.

change the way you see things, the emotions and reactions you have to things that happen. if you wake up in your cr and not your dr say something like "bro what?? why am i in my cr? thats odd, hasnt been like this before." see everything that happens in a different light. if you think that you saw something that was a sign btw, it was. take it and use it how you think its fit. use your talents, you know you can! practice the fun things you want to do one day. practive makes perfect!! get off your ass and do something. vent through an art form. you dont have to use words. you're doing nothing right now. you NEED to do something, but take a break from stressing yourself. its not helping anything

[sunarots]

so high school ━━━ atsumu miya

10. darlin’ ♡

Using the sleeve of your hoodie, you use the small mirror in an attempt to dry your tears from your eyes before Atsumu came back and caught you. Unfortunately for you, the door flies open with an instant complaint. "Can't do shit here. We need to- What's wrong?"

You bite your lip and try to stop more tears from flooding out at the thought, closing the sun visor and relaxing back into the car seat. Even though you may not be used to the doors yet, you couldn't deny that the seats were almost as comfortable as your bed. "Wakatoshi's moving to Poland." You can't stop your voice from breaking halfway through the sentence, a sign that you were very likely to keep crying about it until you would wake with a headache.

"Is he really? Wow, Adlers are going through it." He turns the key in the ignition and looks back to you when he catches you sniffle. "I'm sorry, it was rough when Shoyo left. Can't believe two of yer friends left. Let's go get KFC, yeah? Cheer ya up. I'll pay."

You look up from your lap, laughing through your tears when you catch him attempting to wiggle his eyebrows are you. "Thanks, Atsumu."

"Here, choose whatever music ya like." He passes you his phone, telling you to keep it unlocked before he carefully pulls out of the parking lot and turns to the main road.

You scroll through some of his Spotify playlists, trying your hardest not to laugh at some of the songs he had hidden among the regular ones. You settle for one of the Fall Out Boy songs in the album, and adding loads of random songs to the queue. "I can't believe he's leaving, too," you mumble, turning the music up a bit louder and settling back into the seat.

Atsumu glances over at you, catching the tear running down your cheek. "Aw, y/n, yer still gonna get to see him. He'll be playing volleyball, so ya can see him when he travels. It's not forever."

You know he's right deep down, but you still can't help but feel hurt that your two closest friends for the last two years have up and left so soon together, and so far away. You were happy for them, you really were, but... Wakatoshi was right, you did feel abandoned. Forcing the tears to stay in your eyes, you look back down at Atsumu's phone and start scrolling through his liked songs on Spotify. And, they were certainly something.

It went from Hollywood Undead, to Taylor Swift, to My Chemical Romance, to MARINA. He really did listen to everything.

"Your music taste is... something. You have Corpse Husband and Sabrina Carpenter in the same playlist." You turn his phone to him even though he can't look at it.

He glances over at you and turns into the gas station, turning his focus back onto the road. "Just means I have fun at any club," he defends himself, stopping the car. "Are ya coming in?"

You nod your head, pulling down the mirror and sighing at your red eyes.

"Here, take these." Atsumu pops open the glove compartment of the car, pulling out a sleek, black case. He removes a pair of gold aviator Ray-Bans, putting them over your eyes. "Problem solved. Can ya run ahead and grab some snacks for the apartment? Just anything, yeah?"

You nod your head, picking up your phone and purse from the floor. "See you in there."

You tuck your phone and purse into the pockets of your sweatpants, fixing the sunglasses over your eyes and walking inside. You lap around the different aisles, grabbing multipacks of crisps and some different types of biscuits. You pick up a packet of chilli crisps and scan over the different drink options waiting for Atsumu.

At the sound of girls squealing behind you catches your attention, turning around to see Atsumu being huddled by a group of four girls around your age. You catch a few words here and there, and Atsumu seems to be bathing in their compliments. You shake your head and turn back to the refrigerator, picking up a bottle of white peach Fanta and slowly walking towards the counter, hoping Atsumu would catch up to you before you were served.

Sure enough, he tapa your shoulder and squeezes in beside you in the queue. "Sorry."

"Oh my god, the Miya Atsumu is talking to me. Can you sign my boobs?" you laugh through your words, unable to keep a straight face. "You love being in the spotlight."

"So what if I do? It's nice having people who appreciate ya," he responds, nudging you forward in the queue towards the empty checkout. "Pump three, and all this."

Before you have a chance to reach for your money, Atsumu lifts his card over the reader. You sigh, picking up some of the snacks to carry them back to the car with him.

“What’s that sigh for?”

“I was gonna pay for that.”

Atsumu laughs. “With what pay check?”

Your jaw drops, a laugh escaping before you can trap it. “Wow, low blow.”

You catch the stares of the fangirls lingering on you and Atsumu, fighting your urge to stick out your tongue at them. Instead, you turn your back and focus your attention fully on the car in front of you. Atsumu dumps the snacks in the backseat, leaving you with your drink and crisps.

“White peach Fanta? Yer disgusting. Don’t drink that in my nice car.” He grimaces at the thought, walking around to climb into the driver’s seat.

“What? It’s nice!”

“Nah, yer gross. But those chilli crisps are nice. Can I get some?” He waits for you to nod your head before reaching over, opening the packet and stuffing a few in his mouth before pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards the nearest KFC. “Thanks, darlin’.”

You raise an eyebrow, side-eyeing him through his sunglasses. “Why’d you do that?”

He hums. “What?”

“You keep calling me darling.” You sit your drink down beside him, taking a couple crisps yourself.

“I call everyone that. Why, d’ya want me to stop?” Concern washes over his expression, taking a fleeting glass at you to see if you were uncomfortable. “I don’t want to make ya uncomfortable, I can stop calling ya darlin’.”

You think for a second, giving him a small smile and leaning back against the seat. “I was just curious. You can keep calling me it.”

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summary. after your best friend reveals he’s moving out of your shared flat, you’re presented with a tough choice: let one of the creeps who are begging you to let them move in with you, or find a cheaper flat in another area of town. a do-over couldn’t have come at a better time for you, but your only option for a place to stay is with someone your best friend knew from high school, and his two teammates.

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