#bc i feel like if i skipped out on making him slutty that would be taking the COWARD’S WAY OUT!!!

[anachronistic-falsehood]

just realized that if i’m drawing all the gung ho guns in dresses i’m gonna have to draw leonof the puppetmaster. what. the fuck do i even do with him

[evansbby]

omg imagine steve is using his sweet daddy voice during sex on omega bc he wants her to forget that he’s filming “no baby the camera is off i promise just focus on me”

Imagine Steve forcing omega to film a sex tape with him, but he manipulates her by luring her in with the promise of romantic, lovemaking sex 😭

Warnings: noncon, dubcon, daddy!kink, 18+ only minors dni!

💕💕💕💕

“Steve, p-please turn the camera off.”

“It is off, baby. I promise it’s off. Why do you keep focusing on it, anyways? Don’t you want us to make love?” Steve kisses down your neck, his fingers forcibly turning your face away from the blinking red light of his camera.

“B-But I can — ah! — can see the light on it!”

Steve sucks hard on your mating gland, making you go lax in his arms as he has his way with you. Propping you up in his lap with your legs spread over his muscular thighs. His fingers grip your sensitive flesh, spreading your legs even further and your pussy glistens again the bright light of the room.

“The light just means it’s running out of battery, baby. Don’t you trust daddy?”

“I—I do, but…but…but…”

“Look, didn’t I promise you we’d make love tonight? All nice and gentle how you like it?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Stop saying but!” Steve snaps sharply, giving your thigh a hard slap before his features turn sweet once more. “Now omega, I’m doing this for you, okay? I could very easily just bend you over and fuck you till you pass out. And I know you’d love that too because you’re a slutty little baby omega who’s desperate for my daddy dick, aren’t you?”

You sniffle and earn another slap on your thigh which makes you yelp.

“Yes, okay?! Yes, I am!”

Steve gives you a soft kiss on the cheek, “I know you are, baby. But I also saw that hopeful smile on your face earlier when I told you I was gonna make love to you tonight. Don’t think I didn’t notice how excited you got, how you practically skipped around as you served me dinner.”

You bow your head, feeling embarrassed. Of course, you had been intrigued and excited when Steve had said he was going to “make love” to you. The omega inside you had practically burst with happiness. But this… sitting naked in his lap and splayed open with a camera pointed directly at you? This wasn’t what you’d been expecting at all.

“Now, look straight ahead and tell daddy how happy you are that I’m gonna make love to you.”

“W-What, but I thought you said the camera was turned off—?”

“Shut up and do what I say!”

Steve’s hands are all over you, groping you sensually in a way that’s making you see stars. Rubbing softly up and down your arms before his large palm presses against your bare pussy, cupping it gently and just… resting his hand there while your bundle of nerves throbs and you squirm on top of him.

“I — uh— I’m really happy that we’re gonna make love.” You say shyly, hoping and praying that whatever gets recorded tonight never sees the light of day again. Maybe, by some miracle, the camera would lose its battery and die! Or one of you would kick it accidentally and it would break, or—

“Tell the camera how shy you are, and how you begged me to make love to you.”

“I… I can’t, Steve! I don’t want to be filmed, please!”

“Of course you do, sweet baby omega.” Steve coos, although you see his eyes narrow for a split second. But then, he cuddles you close and presses a bazillion kisses on your face. You feel butterflies flutter in your tummy at that, and then he starts touching you again.

His pointer finger swipes up your slit, gathering your cream before pressing down on your puffy button and making you gasp and jerk in his arms. He grins wickedly, circling your clit with his finger and you feel yourself clench hard, and more of your wetness pools down on his thigh.

“Look at the sweet little baby, all wet because daddy promised to fuck you real good.” Steve coos, babying you so much but all you can do is feel flustered and hump against his hand as he rubs your button. “But you’re not being a good girl, baby. You’re not cooperating like I told you to. Which means we won’t be making love tonight.”

He fucks you in every depraved way possible that night. And it feels good, oh so good. The ferality takes over as you submit to him, letting him fuck you on all fours, letting him bounce you on top of him, letting him stick his fingers up your other hole, letting him bring the camera up to your face while you cry like a baby because you’re so full… so filled to the brim with him. Letting him slap his dick across your face, smear his cum on your cheeks. Letting him kiss up and down your whole body, while his hands rain unforgiving spanks on your ass. You let him do it all.

And Steve gleefully shows you the footage the next morning while you hide your face in his shoulder and almost cry from embarrassment.

“If this was a porno, it’d be called ‘tiny shy omega gets completely wrecked by her big strong alpha mate.” Steve boasts, looking extremely proud of himself as he stares at the footage of both of your naked bodies (mainly yours).

“Please don’t post it anywhere!” You beg.

And Steve tears his eyes away from the carnal display of your lovemaking to look at you with a glint in his eye.

“Of course I won’t post it anywhere, baby. This is for my personal collection only. Don’t you trust me?”

💕💕💕🫣🫣🫣

THE END AJDJSKSKSK

(Although Steve would never post any footage of omega anywhere sksksks idk)

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

imagine seungcheol manhandling + angry sex because your party dress had someone else's perfume scent on it

gonna group these two bcs they go very well together👀

tw: alcohol consumption, jealousy, manhandling, rough unprotected sex, car sex, public sex, degradation, possessiveness, mentions of breeding kink, orgasm denial, mentions of overstimulation, dom!Seungcheol, sub!fem!reader (kind of a brat)

"This scent makes wanna fucking puke".

It's not that Seungcheol hates that scent - on the contrary, it's very sweet and addictive. But it's not his scent.

And most of all, it's on your dress.

"It's just a perfume, Cheollie, nothing serious", you brush it off, "And it smells really nice, Wonwoo has exceptional ta-"

"One more word and you'll regret even sharing a drink with him", he spits angrily, taking a sharp turn towards an exit to the highway, stopping at an empty side.

"But I didn't say anything bad!", you defend yourself with a fake pout, "Unless you're getting jealous over something so trivial", you fight the urge to grin, but he's having none of it.

Seungcheol scoffs and undoes his seatbelt, getting out of the car, slamming the door shut and skipping to the passenger's side, opening the door.

"Get out", "No", you cross your arms in front of your chest, "I said. Get. Out", he repeats, eyes seething with rage. "Make me", you lean closer, smirking right into his face.

"Is that how you wanna play, princess? Fine by me", Seungcheol rips the seatbelt of your body, dragging you out of the car, lifting you over his shoulder to nearly slam you down on the hood of his car.

"Cheol! Out here?!", your yelp is cut short by his hands caging you between the cold surface and his muscular frame. "What? Are you scared that someone will pass by and see you getting railed like a whore in the open?", he slots his hips between your legs, grinding himself on your crotch, forcing your dress to ride up your thighs.

"You're not wearing any panties, are you, doll?", "...No", "And you were giggling and drinking with Wonwoo, with your pussy out in the open?", "So what about it?", you boldly ask, but it's already too late to take it back.

Seungcheol growls in annoyance, straightening his posture to unbuckle his pants just enough to let his cock spring free, guiding it over your pussy, just to make you beg for it.

"D-Don't tease", you whine, bucking your hips on his dick. "You think you're in the right place to demand, princess? Getting me all riled up and acting like a needy bitch around my friend?", he puts his hand over his shaft, pressing it directly over your swollen clit.

"You will only get what I am gonna give you, princess - I want to fuck you full of my cum until it's dripping from your slutty cunt on my car? You will take it", he picks up the pace of his thrusts, "I want to fuck you until you're a crying, moaning mess and you squirt all over my dick from overstimulation? You will take it", he continues, satisfied by your needy whimpers and the globs of slick running down your ass with each thrust he delivers.

"I-I'm gonna-", "Cum?", "Yes, fuck yes, please! It feels so fucking good, Cheol, please!", you almost cry, your hands desperately gripping his shoulders. But he only smirks and pulls his cock away, the cold air hitting your pussy, legs closing involuntarily from the loss of your orgasm.

"Did you forget already, princess?", "W-What?", "I didn't say I would make you cum", he licks his bottom lip hungrily.

"So you're going to take it, like my good little girl".

[eatsyourheartout]

How is the relationship between Violet and the Diaboys and Yui?

soooo glad u asked nonni <3

btw vi is the sacrificial bride so “canonically” yui isn’t there but let’s add her for this ask!

YUI

vivi tried multiple times to convince her to pierce a couple of her ears, she already has earrings for her ready!! she used magnets to give her a visual too but yui wouldn’t budge, MAYBE an upper lobe piercing but other than that it’s a no-no

often goes shopping w yui when the dicks aren’t bothering her, as much as how vile loves yui’s cute lil conservative coquette outfits and teasing her about being the “mary” she is.. she wishes for her to explore more, got her a FEWW y2k outfits but ofc nothing too revealing, boooo!

violet hates opening up to someone but yui’s kinda her comfort person, she wouldn’t dump everything on her though she’d rather stay around her when she’s having an episode and hangout, maybe spill a few of her feelings that need clarification (if she’s overthinking it or not), she feels safe and secure around her, yui reminds vi of a teacher she had once in her religious school, her inner-child heals around yui

REIJI

despises her and her horrendously slutty outfit choices so much that he tried to dump them all away til vi’s cheap ass brought them back from the trash bins, she now hides most of her clothes away from him and does her own laundry

as much as how reiji punishes her for biting back and not letting him talk down on her she still never fuckin quits and he finds? that? amusing? amusing enough to getting curious about what her limit is

very very VERY little moments of them bonding, only time they bond over something is tea, poetry books and witchcraft (when wanting potions/herbs, and no he doesn’t share, she gotta be his slave for him to share : cleaning the whole mansion til it’s spotless, cooking dinner etc) and it’s rare for it to end in a good note he has to pull something out of his tight lil clenched ass

SHU

they rarely interact, sometimes she forgets he’s even there but she likes him, finds him pretty cool

loves that he’s a libra too and always brings it up to him “yk.. we’re both libras.. we’d be pretty good friends no? 😁”

last time they interacted was abt music! she asked him if he liked metal or any alternative music, unfortunately she left that convo disappointed.. missed opportunity

AYATO

they’re literally chucky and tiffany

they play video games together! she gets fake pompoms and cheers for him during practice too, let him dye her hair once and gave eachother tattoooss!! ugh the shit i can start

best fucking friends

he’s the one that convinced her to dye her hair red and she loved it enough to come back to it

convinced him to let her do an industrial piercing, he gave her SHITTT for it from how painful it was but at least he looks sexy now

unfortunately drags her down with him everytime he’s in trouble, knows vi would back him up and not give him an earful after (fuck u reiji ‼️)

they skip class together esp math (the teacher doesn’t even know that he has vile n ayato in his class from how much they skip 😭) n they’re usually in the cafeteria stealing snacks from the back, ayato got cocky and stole a whole box of fruit juice n they got caught

she has a fat crush on him n he knows it sooooooo fucking well, makes fun of her for it every time and uses it to his advantage

yea they need a whole different post but that kinda sums it up

KANATO

hell on earth

got out of trouble w him a few times by recommending sweet shops & lolita clothing stores, unfortunately gets dragged w him bc idk why he just won’t go alone$?8;!;!&?$?!!??!?! but she had fun til he forced her to wear one during hot and boiling summer air 😁

rarely interact til he wants something to shit on but she finds him hilarious when the triplets are together

LAITO

took her awhile to be in good terms w this .. man but now they sometimes gossip to eachother (ACTUALLY.. she wishes to do that he just thinks w his dick usually or doesn’t listen unless it’s about his brothers)

laito reminds vi of someone from religion school she was extremely uncomfortable with let’s just say that much !

SUBARU

she wants to be friends w him soooo bad but he drives her away

her fav thing to say when he’s in his lil i’m mysterious stay away from me episodes are “ur such a scorpio” n he gets pissed

she got him tripp pants on his birthday and he still hasn’t worn them even though they’d look perfect for him, must be a skinny jeans kind of guy 👎🏻👎🏻

RUKI

she heard about the cat incident they are NEVER interacting

YUMA

he makes her too nervous to even interact, finds him GORGEOUS

everytime they talk vile twirls her hair and giggles a lot

tried to get him on 90s hip hop & afro beat but he’s not a music guy n it makes her sad

she got him a bunch of chains & wife beaters, she kept complimenting him when he wore grey sweatpants so he can wear it more, she wants to turn him into a manwhore so bad

KOU

tries not to get too close bc she’s so fucking scared of him

sometimes they talk about pop culture shit and when he’s in a good mood he tells her abt his personal stories with hollywood & other celebs

her arab genes refuses gifts in any way so if he bought her flowers or new outfits she’s just gonna threaten to kill herself than take that gift /j !!!!!!!

AZUSA

bond over pretty knives and daggers (she collects them as-well!! but not for the same reason he does 😁)

finds him super cute from afar. they rarely interact

disclaimer : just because she’s getting along w them well n their relationship sounds like sunshine and rainbows doesn’t mean she’s not viewed as a blood bag & treated horribly, she’s treated worse for her loud mouth n lack of submission (unless it’s ayato what a lil slut), this is just the surface of it, i didn’t wanna write about the dark parts just yet so let’s enjoy these cute lil moments w them from now on yea?

[scaramoucheslove]

Oo hello!! I discovered your Albedo fic while on my scroll, and sheeesh 😫😫 made me feel things,,,,, but I digress, could I request how Xiao or Albedo would deal with a bratty sub?

And,, if I may,, could I be 🏵 anon? ;0

A/N: Hi, Love! Tysm for your support <33 I actually thought no one liked or even read the Albedo smut lolol. Also yes ofcc!! Hello my first anon :D also I’m gonna make this as a HC/drabble thingy hehe

also I’m so sorry if it’s shitty aaa 

How they would deal with a bratty sub (HCs)

(Xiao, Albedo)

What to expect: Rough shit, Petnames, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Degradation, Dumbification, facefucking, Exhibition kink pls tell me if I miss anything ^^

Smut beneath the cut

XIAO

·         Really easy to get on his nerves tbh.

·         Would definitely not tolerate your behaviour. Especially if you’ve been good.

·         “Stop. Behave.”

·         His punishments would lowkey highkey hurt </3

·         He’ll give you the rough treatment, choking, marking, overstim, you name it. Maybe even toys??

·         D E G R A D A T I O N <33 you will be hearing no praise from this man.

·         Humiliation too omgomgomg

·         DUMBIFICATIONNN AA

·         Will most likely use the name “Pet” “Doll” “Bitch” “Slut” “Whore” etc

·         And you’ll have to call him master in bed, but today we’re going to pretend that you just didn’t feel like it.

·         “Tsk, seems like my pet is misbehaving again”

·         I feel like he wouldn’t like physical roughness as much, since he’s not much of a sadist. But if he felt the need to remind you of what your position was, then he’d probably only go as far as spanking.

·         If you cry, he’ll humiliate you for it

·         “Are you crying? Where’s your act now, brat? Continue counting.”

·         Deep down, he loves lives to see you cry.

·         He’d continue to overstimulate you with his mouth, fingers, and dick until you were begging, crying, screaming, thrashing.

·         He’d mark almost every part of your body

·         He WILL choke you and bite your neck as he’s pushing himself inside of you.

·         Mans has no patience, will go ALL out on you. Who cares if his hands and tongue were too much anyways? You were the one who wanted to act like a brat.

·         “If you don’t keep that little mouth shut, I’m going to stuff your slutty mouth with my dick you whore.”

·         And if you keep pushing his buttons? He would.

·         Completely facefuck you until you’re all fucked out, crying and out of breath.

·         He loves to see himself in your throat.

·         The type to hold your nose while he shoves his dick down your throat  <3

·         Not the best at aftercare, but he still tries his best.

·         Will apologize to you even if it’s half assed, gets you cleaned up, and brews you a nice cup of tea.

·         You probably drifted off to sleep already once he brought you tea.

·         Will smile and hold you close and even though he doesn’t sleep, he would still just lie on the bed and appreciate every moment with you.

                                             “Xia- Master- ah- please” you didn’t even know what you were begging for now. For him to stop? For more? You didn’t know. What you do know is you’ve been begging for over an hour now, your voice was hoarse and tired after all your screaming. Your eyes were watery and begging for forgiveness. But alas, it went from one ear to another. The room sounded so sinful. The two of your sweaty bodies collided, your arms clinging onto his neck as he continues to pound into you. Faster. And harder. “Stop. Fucking. Shouting.” He said while he thrusts in every word. Annoyance clear in his voice. “Shut up and take it, will you?” He said before moving his arms from your hips to your neck and applying pressure. “Dumb little sluts like you don’t even deserve anything from the likes of me.” Seeing your drooled up face, he couldn’t help but say “Look at you all drooled up, doll. You look so stupid like this. Who else can fuck you stupid like I do?” “O-only you mas-ter” you managed to say. He smiled momentarily before his other hand reaches your clit to rub it as your mouth fell open. Fighting the urge to call you his good girl.

 ALBEDO

·         I’M IN MY ALBEDO FEELS PLSS

·         He’d just be like ��🤨.

·         Usually completely unaware and uninterested so he’d continue to do his work.

·         You have to be a real brat to really test his limits.

·         I think he wont be rough intentionally. He’s just rough without realizing he is. Even on your daily sex life.

·         OKOK NOW if you DO manage to break him somehow, here’s some of the punishments he’ll prolly do.

·         Humiliation.… degradation… bc chile… he ain’t much of a talker but SHEESH if he dirty talks it’s over. Oh but he won’t go too far. I hope..

·         He also sometimes uses you to help with his experiments.

·         Spanks, chokes, slaps, and other physical things but not too roughly, just for “research purposes.” And sometimes for punishments too if you ever got too out of hand.

·         Loves to see you tied up tbh <33 really likes to see you all helpless.

·         Gags on occasions (if he’s working on an experiment or punishment and he’s not in the mood to hear you moan or make a noise or anything)

·         Dumbification?? without him realizing it?>@>@*&^$^$% 

·         Petnames <33 plspls i beg u call him sir or master bc that’s such an ego boost for him. I mean you don’t have to but like,, why wouldn’t you.

·         Also loves the thrilling feeling of someone catching you two.

·         Toys,, sometimes.

·         Imagine being a brat in your daily life and one day he just snaps.

·         As he was doing his work, you, being the brat you are continued to test his limit. From asking him dumb questions to “accidentally” smashing/destroying his experiments.

·         He just sighed, cleared his table and said,

·         “Y/N. Come here.”

·         You would be so shocked that you froze in your spot.

·         He never really paid attention to your actions, just casually answering your questions from time to time.

·         “I said, come here.”

·         His voice was stern, but calm.

·         “Don’t make me come over there myself.”

·         You, along with your shaking legs, were slowly making your way towards him.

·         “Sit on my lap.”

·         You did as you were told. Hell you were too scared to do anything he didn’t say you could.

·         “Say, did you know the things you broke?”

·         You just shooked your head as your legs kept shaking.

·         “Since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself, I’m gonna force you to keep it to yourself, brat.”

·         OOP I ACCIDENTALLY WROTE IT AS A HC LMAOO IDK I’LL CONTINUE IN THE DRABBLE LMAO

.         Anyways probably kinda good with aftercare.

.         Will apologize if he’s too rough and shower you with attention. If you’re lucky enough, he’ll skip his work that day and the day after to spend a day or two to make it up to you.

                                       Albedo continues his ministrations on you. “Master- fuck slow down” you panted. Your hands tied above your head. you were sprawled on his table as Albedo continues to insert 2 fingers inside and out of you. “Oh? Were you not searching for my attention then dear?” He inserted another finger as you whimpered. “You were the one who happened to mess with my experiments, after all.” “But I-“ you didn’t manage to say anything else before he has his tongue on your clit. He had kept your legs open with a tool so you had no power against him. “Albedoo~” You whine once more which caused his other gloved hand to slap your clit. You flinched a bit, but fuck that felt good. He stopped moving his hands and said “You better be quiet before I gag that mouth of yours.” He continued to thrust three fingers in and out of you again as you rolled your eyes back and moaned. “Fuck, you look so dumb, doll. You look so pretty like this.” You heard the door knock and you immediately looked at Albedo while shaking your head. “Come in” you heard him say. A man went inside the room and stood still with some files in his hands and clearly distracted on whatever was on the paper. “Sir, we have a prob-“ Once he saw what was going on, he looked a bit terrified. “Continue. What is the problem?” Albedo asked calmly as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. They continued to talk about some things you couldn’t register because you were slowly losing your mind little by little, although the man did sound a bit flustered. By the time they were finished, Albedo just said his thanks and told him to close the door. His mouth latched onto your clit once again surprisingly fast and your mouth fell open. You were sure drool was everywhere. “I’m going to keep going until you’re all brainless and unconscious. But before I do-“ just as about you were about to reach your high, he pulled out his fingers and gave you a look. You whined at the lost of contact. “You better be ready, my love.” That was all he needed to say before you realized, you were in for one hell of a ride.

STOP OMFG I DIDN’T MEAN TO MAKE ALBEDO’S LONG I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED THE CHILDE SMUT I’M WORKING ON

[anarchosimdicalist]

some dumb jocks for @rainymoodlet/@kissmeinkomorebi's bc

lou larson (contestant)

bisexual bigender butch (she/he)

adult (43)

maker, gloomy, goofball

renaissance sim aspiration

5'9

divorcedest bitch in komorebi

good with kids, has such dad energy you forget he doesn't have any

he's funny but sometimes you have to stop him mid joke to go "hey are you ok?????"

not as committed a jock as katsuo, but definitely makes an effort to keep fit, if only to make herself leave the house.

very handy - aside from woodwork, she fixes cars for fun.

hino katsuo (outsider)

none gender with left gay (he/they)

adult (38)

active, adventurous, childish

extreme sports enthusiast

5'11

dumbass slutty jock with negative impulse control and a heart of gold

a little bit of an adrenaline junkie, always looking for a new way to put himself in mild danger.

he has a tendency to make big plans for holidays or ambitious projects - and then follows through on maybe a third of them.

was a little bit of a musician back in the day - never made it big, but the important thing is he knows his way around sound equipment.

backstory under the cut - it got WAY too long but we move.

There's a story Lou likes to tell, after she's had a few drinks and she's feeling talkative. He takes one last sip to lubricate, clears his throat dramatically, and everyone leans in to listen.

"Okay, so it's Moonlight Falls. Almost 20 years ago, now? They've got this Lumberee thing going on. I used to go when I was a kid, see, and even now I'm a big grown-up boy going out on my own, I still come back every year to eat my dad's food and, fuckin', I don't know, check out the music. They have this little wood-carving competition but I only ever watch for ideas, 'cause I'm a cocky little 20something shit still and I think I'm way too cool for it.

"Except this one year there's a lady." Pause for wolf-whistles, or "aww"s, depending on the crowd. "I've been flirting with her hard, and it's going pretty smooth. I mean, she's so into me it's kind of embarrassing for her. She says she loves the woodcarving competition but I say these guys are all hacks, I've made better easily. And she doesn't believe me, but I've backed myself into a corner now and the only way out is through, so I say I'll enter so I can get her dinner with the winnings.

"It's actually way cooler than I thought. There's this old, old guy who does it every year, some teenager whose friends talked him into it, all sorts. But my favourite is this dude from out of town who entered on a whim, like me. We chat while we work and we really hit it off. Few years down the line, I switch on the TV, guess who that guy turned into? Fucking Daniel Taylor." Sometimes someone will ask "who?" and Lou will launch into a tangent. "Who? Daniel Taylor. Your Dad's Garage Daniel Taylor? Come on, man, you've seen Your Dad's Garage. Well, you should. Look it up. He's great, and he's just as nice in person. He was a really interesting guy, had some good stories - not bad to look at either. We could've been friends, probably, but I look up from the chair I'm making and I see the girl watching me, and our eyes meet across the tent, and I remember - oh, yeah, I'm not here to make friends."

And this is where his story has to diverge a little. The grand finale used to be easy - he would reach for her wife's hand, or fix her with an adoring look, or, if she wasn't around, affect a boyish, half-ironic bragging tone, and he'd say, "So I kicked Daniel Taylor's ass. My chair blows his and everyone else's out of the water, I win us a good fancy dinner and then some, and I've been with her ever since."

As it turns out, it loses its gravitas once the girl leaves you. If she changes the ending, says "and I was with that girl for almost 20 years before she told me I was "messy" and "incapable of taking her seriously" and kicked me out of her house, taking all of our mutual friends with her", the love story feels hollow. If she skips over it, it feels dishonest, and it all starts falling apart at the first follow-up question. This story is meant to end happily ever after. It isn't meant to end with Lou living on his gym buddy's futon, crying periodically and watching old Your Dad's Garage episodes because they remind him of her.

But life isn't a story, and Katsuo is getting worried. When Lou first moved in, she was somewhere between an aquaintance and a friend. They worked out together if they were both around, and Katsuo let her shower at their nearby house when he mentioned feeling off in the gendered public ones at the gym, but they rarely hung out otherwise. Still, though - when she nervously asked if Katsuo wanted a roommate after her divorce, he jumped at the chance. Sure, he needed help with the rent, but living alone had been rough - maybe they'd get a friend out of it too.

It's been months now, and get a friend they did. The two of them are inseparable, their daily routines intertwined - they work out together, cook together, Lou even got Katsuo into her favourite show (and that woodworker is one fine DILF). But the more Katsuo gets to know Lou, the more he starts to worry. He can hardly expect her to be over a relationship so long-term in a few months, but he's grown fond of her now, to the point where seeing her in this state is painful.

Katsuo's solution only makes Lou wonder if his new best friend is an evil genius or a complete idiot. Her interest in Daniel's show was minimal - he hates nostalgic cashgrabs just a little more than he loves Daniel's work - but when they suggested he go on, he couldn't deny being intrigued. When they added that they had always wanted to go up Mt Komorebi, and that maybe a little sound guy work could help cover some of those travel expenses, she laughed so hard she almost forgot about her divorce for a minute. The application process was a drunken evening filling out forms and laughing. Neither one of them had planned on it actually working.

[love-sickness]

I like how u think, so imagine

Mona is ignoring scara and just told him to fuck himself on the water dildo cuz she's busy and she's focused on her thing so it's not solid enough and scara is just there whining for her attention and crying bc he can't finish

Bonus points if she does it on purpose, edging him till she's satisfied

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A/n: why tf was this sitting in my drafts 🧍‍♀️ anyways sorry for delay

Characters: Mona/Scaramouche

Cw: hydro dick, bratty!Scaramouche, Sadistic!Mona, Neglect play, Dacryphillia, cute aftercare, objectification.

Mona huffed, looking to the boy on by her bed, twirling his matted blue hair, the only thing showing glints of his unamused face being the dim yellow lamp-light.

He wore tight sports shorts, hugging his curved rim, a white button up shirt which would have made him looked pale if it wasn’t for the yellow light, the collar flared up, and as Mona’s eyes scanned him down farther her eyes fixated on bare skin from the first 2 buttons loosely undone.

That elicited a smug chuckle from the boy, “Got your eyes on something Mona? Don’t think I can’t see your eyes looking at me like I’m a fresh piece of meat”

That just spoilt her eye candy. “Don’t be so full of yourself Scaramouche, the only thing I’m looking at is how unbearably slutty you look?”, Mona turned away to walk over to her desk, full of scattered papers and different writing utensils, eraser shavings, and a small framed picture turned down.

She skipped off her hat before hanging it on the chair she was shortly going to take a seat at. Silver eyes drifted up tiredly to the parchment with messy, black inked handwriting, reading her to-do list.

Archons. Mona rubbed her gloved hand on the bridge of her nose, she had a shit ton to do, she needed to get all these compositions for alignment charts done-

“Mona~ you’re not going to fuck me? I thought I was your doll. Guess not”

A blue ember glowed from Mona’s waist, before a beads of water stripped from air moisture formed a Hydro Dick.

It was sloppy sure, and the liquid was definitely dripping from the dick to the ground, but the pure irritated subconscious of Mona’s mind, formed a rather bulging cock, veins protruding despite it being water, Scaramouche knew it would rip him apart.

“I won’t even need to try to fit that thing in Mona”

“Great so fuck yourself with it”

Confusion overtook Scaramouche’s face from a conceit look, to a pure look of fear.

“You’re not going to fuck me with it? I guess the Great Mona Megistus can’t even put people in their places?”

“I don’t have time for you Scaramouche, I have a million other things I could be doing whore”

That extorted a pompous fit from Scaramouche, his space cadet blue hair wisping into his face those frisky dark eyes narrowing with a challenge accepted.

“I didn’t need you anyways Mona~”

“Great”

The dick splashed to the ground before taking its form again, sanded green eyes flicking to Scaramouche’s meager frame, eyes fucking his body before tiredly looking back at her notes, before dismissively waving her hand to the noirette, begging him to get on with it.

The only thing she heard before unzipping and ruffles of cloth, was a almost squeamish moan, so obviously over exaggerated.

“Keep it quiet will you? I have work to get done, and I don’t need your porn star moans filling my head.”

Mona’s words were cold and blatant. Unforgiving and went straight to Scaramouche’s heart, maybe not dick this time around.

“Ngh-! Y-you’re so mean...aAh!”

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Document after document, Mona could feel her patience thin, and The petite boy on the hardwood floor’s moans were the only thing that weren’t thinning, thick nauseatingly sweet moans overtook her thoughts.

Just a few numbers and degrees away, and the she she could finally finish edging him off.

Meanwhile, Scaramouche’s pace no matter how much it quickened, served to no avail, he noticed everytime the astrologist had her focus on her work, the hydro dildo became sloppy, it almost felt like water filling him up. Yet every time he tried to get some fucking release, his high would fritter away into a sob.

Tears spilt down feverish cheeks, the droplets only adding a sheen to Scaramouche’s cheeks, small haste pleads mewling out of him.

Finally, Mona finished her work, a sweat glazing her forehead, wiping it away, she turned around, leaning one arm on the head of the chair, half of her body carelessly denying to look around.

“Having fun?”

“N-“ *hic* “No..”

Mona’s face went empathetic, almost turning as sullen as him.

“Aawh does my little toy want release? Hm? Do you desperately want me to fuck that bratty spark out of you?”

Scaramouche nodded, at this point not even being able to form a coherent sentence.

“Hmm well it seems to me I may have already fucked you stupid already! And I was only doing documents... well that’s unfortunate but I guess, I guess you’ll have to go to bed without cumming.”

There wasn’t anything holding Scaramouche up anymore, he could feel his worlds turn into indistinguishable slurs, a fluttery feeling clouding his head, an unsatisfying feeling enveloping him.

[after care]

Mona lifted herself from her cushioned seat, now crouched by Scaramouche, almost amused and mocking him.

“N-no I wanna cu-m”

His voice was so needy, begging for anything she could give him, but instead of touching his long untouched member she evaporated the water cock into air moisture yet again before catching his tired body.

“I’ll get you cleaned and then you can fall asleep okay?”

No response was Mona’s signal to wipe him down before taking a bag tossed to the side, likely of when he rudely barged into her home, and clothed him in spare clothing and underwear.

Exasperated eyes turned to Mona on her bed, looking to her for anything.

Scaramouche’s look was needy and desperate while Mona’s was glazed and caring for a change, she’d usually treat her lover with a questionable spite and sadism. But now? Her heart rather ached at his fucked out and stake expression.

Mona gently turned him over before taking his two hands and cautiously spooned Scaramouche, making sure he doesn’t leave her sights, but fragilely holding his undefinably soft hands behind him, purely rubbing circles to lull him to sleep. Nonetheless, it worked.

[taetaesbaebaepsae]

Dark Woods

A/n: No one asked for this, I have had a hellacious month and I just needed to write some self indulgent filth, but if you wanna catch up there’s actually an entire universe of these fics leading up to this poly filth with feelings, the latest installment being The Other Shore

Warnings: BUCKLE UP THOTS, mmf threesome, sub!Jungkook, switch!reader, switch!Taemin, Jungkook just wants to be a good boy, restraints so light bondage, orgasm control, this is pretty gay, bisexual!Jungkook, bisexual!Taemin, lots of praise, lots of dirty talk, gratuitous use of the pet name “bunny,” Jungkook has some angsty inner monologue, anal fingering, unprotected sex (so much of it, really), anal sex, demon sex pheromones making things all fuzzy, sexual punishments that kinda turn into rewards bc everyone is whipped for Kookie, blowjobs (male receiving and male giving bc this is a threesome folks), some oral sex (female receiving), Jungkook has a helluva praise kink in this, lots of m/m so if that’s not your thing, skip it

Word Count: 2371

"It isn't fair!" Jungkook burst out, tears of frustration pooling at the corners of his eyes, his skin on fire, head spinning.

"What's not fair is Persephone and I having to rush home from meetings because our pet won't. Fucking. Listen." Taemin emphasizes each of the last three words with bites on Jungkook's inner thighs.

Jungkook cries out, straining against the leather restraints and under Taemin's strong forearm locked across his hips. It hurts but his mouth, fuck-

Jungkook can't think, he's just crying and babbling out apologies.

"Baby," you croon, and it's always like this, good cop, bad cop, but Jungkook feels stupid and degraded and so fucking horny he can't think, so he squeezes his eyes shut, won't look at you. You're sitting up at the head of the bed with his head in your lap.

"Baby," you repeat. "You know we do this because we love you. You have to learn to take care of yourself when we have to be away."

"I didn't want you to go away," he says, and it sounds pitiful but it's true, he feels lonely and scared and jealous when the two of you leave, arm in arm like the demon royalty you would have been if Jungkook hadn't interfered.

Every hour that goes by when his temperature rises he can't control his breathing or his heart rate, can't stop thinking about how both of you must resent this, having to take care of him when you should be beautiful happy couple, ruling together.

He ends up just lying in bed, clothes making his skin feel tender and sensitive, surrounded by that cherry and cinnamon scent that makes his cock ache and his heart ache and by the time you two get back he's near delirious and Taemin's angry and you're disappointed.

"Baby." Jungkook's eyes fly open because it's Taemin's voice he hears, soft, smooth like honey. "Bunny."

Jungkook whimpers softly, it makes his heart skip a beat when Taemin uses that pet name and he'd just been so angry with him and more tears spill down his cheeks.

"We didn't want to leave you either, but we can't very well take our bunny into the pits of hell where any incubus or succubus could get their claws in you, yeah?" Taemin kisses the bites he'd left.

"I'd be good," Jungkook protests, and Taemin chuckles, lifts up to lean over him.

Taemin kisses him softly, almost sweet, and Jungkook makes a displeased noise in the back of his throat when he pulls away.

"I know you would, bunny. I just don't want any of their eyes on you, yeah? You belong to us." Taemin leans down to suck a mark onto Jungkook's throat and Jungkook moans.

"I do, I do, please please, I'll be good next time, hyung, I *promise.*"

"You will?" Jungkook nods eagerly, and Taemin's fingers wrap around his cock and he's so grateful he's crying all over again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Don't leave me, yeah? I'll be better."

He rolls his eyes up to yours and you smile, kiss the tip of his nose. "Baby. We'd never abandon our bunny."

"Of course not," Taemin scoffs, stroking Jungkook's cock slow, too slow, and Jungkook is letting out whimpers and moans.

"Tell me what you need, baby." 

Taemin is thumbing tears from Jungkook's cheek, brown eyes so soft, and Jungkook's heart feels like it's swelling in his chest.

He hadn't expected it to be so easy, falling in love with Taemin, a man who would have been his rival in any other world, but it'd fallen together like clockwork, and every part of Jungkook ached for his approval, his love.

His favorite thing is when you're the strict one and Taemin goes all praise and soft kisses, calling him "bunny," stroking his face like he was now.

"Want you to fuck me, hyung, please," Jungkook breathes, and Taemin blinks, full lips parting.

They hadn't talked about this, not yet, although there's been Taemin's wicked mouth and talented fingers and before he'd even arrived there'd been yours stroking his prostate, making his words stutter on his lips, his cock twitch, the hardest orgasms he'd ever had.

You're already tossing Taemin the lube, Jungkook is always amazed how you two work in tandem, smooth and graceful when he can't string two sentences together.

"Are you sure, bunny? I could use my mouth-" 

He gives Jungkook that wicked smirk that makes his heart speed up, but Jungkook shakes his head.

"No. No I want you inside me, love you so much, want to make you cum, *please,*"

Taemin looks almost shocked, and Jungkook feels pride that he's able to surprise the demon, if only for a moment before that wicked smirk is back.

"Our bunny. Slutty boy," Taemin murmurs into his ear and his words send shivers of pleasure down Jungkook's spine.

He always means to ask if Taemin's voice is some kind of demon magic but then Taemin's fingers are inside him and he can't think anymore.

You're cradling his face, murmuring praise into his ear and fuck, he loves you, you'd always described the addiction to demon pheromones like a drug but you'd never told him it was the love that made him itch and ache and want the way he does. He loves you both and sometimes he feels like it's too much, he loves you both too hard because he can't even say it unless he's half drunk on demon pheromones.

Taemin presses up on Jungkook's prostate and his vision blurs out a bit.

Jungkook feels his orgasm approaching like a freight train and he cries out. "No, no, want you inside me, hyung, don't want to cum yet, please-"

He wants to cry again at the thought of cumming before he's filled and you always know, you lean down and kiss him, distract him. "It's okay, baby. You're okay."

It slows his breathing, at least until Taemin pushes inside him and Jungkook hiccups out something between a sob and a moan.

It's been hours since he's been able to cum and double the pheromones makes an hour feel like a week.

He's so hard it hurts, dribbling precum like a faucet.

It burns a bit, but being filled with Taemin's cock is a whole new sensation, a bit foreign but it feels so good, and all this time this is what he's been missing? No wonder you loved it so much, Taemin is rolling his hips slow and dragging the head of his cock along Jungkook's prostate and his nerve endings are all on fire.

Jungkook looks up at you again, and you laugh a little, as if you know what he's thinking. 

"He's good, yeah?"

"So fucking good," Jungkook moans, and if he weren't so far gone he'd be embarrassed by how desperate he was for more, for Taemin to fuck him harder, but he looks at Taemin focused on where they meet and Jungkook is suddenly overcome.

"Tell me I'm good, hyung?"

Taemin's eyes catch his, and his smile isn't wicked anymore, but soft.

"You're so good, baby. You take my cock so well."

The praise makes heat coil in Jungkook's stomach and he whimpers. "You can go faster, hyung, I can take it, I'll be so good for you."

Taemin looks up to catch your gaze and again Jungkook is struck by the nonverbal communication, and for a moment he feels adrift and left out but then your fingers wrap around his cock and he gasps in a breath.

Taemin grabs ahold of his hips and starts to move his hips faster and Jungkook has seen this from the other side but the way it feels…

"C-can I-" Jungkook stutters, and Taemin smiles.

"Go ahead, bunny. Cum for us, yeah?"

It's almost instant, his back arching, cum  spurting onto his stomach and the relief makes all his muscles go weak.

When Taemin pulls out, Jungkook whines, hates the way it feels to be empty and he's still needy, still hard against his stomach with the smell of cherries and cinnamon bursting around him.

Taemin leans down to kiss him, hard and hungry this time, and Jungkook ruts against him, still whining.

"Don't be greedy, bunny. Have to take care of our girl, yeah?"

Jungkook whimpers again, and he doesn't know how to voice what he wants, how he's usually content to watch you and Taemin but today he feels needy and jealous, but somehow, Taemin seems to know.

"Do you want to do it, bunny? Make our Persephone cum?"

"Yes, yes, please-" Jungkook breathes, and Taemin is already wiping the mess off his stomach. Jungkook is fighting tears again when Taemin kisses his chin, humming a bit.

He shouldn't feel this way, shouldn't worry so much about all the history you and Taemin have, but he can't help it, can't help feeling weak and obsolete and…*human.*

You've unhooked his restraints at just a glance from Taemin and Jungkook's biceps ache from straining against them.

He flips over instantly, spreading your thighs roughly, and you're so wet it's dripping down your thighs.

He licks from your thigh to your opening, moaning against you, the scent of musk and cherries making his skin heat all over again.

You tug at his hair before he even gets started and he whines out a protest. 

"Want to be fucked, Kookie. Want you to fill me up," you moan, lips parted, and who is he to deny you?

You giggle when he grabs your ankles and yanks you down on the bed, and Jungkook feels light-headed, grins and kisses you.

He's so focused on you that he is surprised by Taemin's low moan, looks up to see him sitting against the headboard, one hand circling the base of his cock.

"Our eager bunny," Taemin teases when Jungkook rams into you, but his voice is uncommonly strained.

Jungkook looks over at him again, concerned, and his brain goes fuzzy at the sight of Taemin's knees up, feet flat on the bed, two long fingers buried to the knuckle inside him.

"If you're a good bunny, next time I'll let you fuck me," Taemin says, low and almost hoarse, and pleasure shoots up Jungkook's spine, his hips stuttering.

"Or you could watch me fuck him," you moan, and Jungkook stills inside you, willing himself not to instantly cum inside you from the thought and how your cunt clenched around him.

"Y-yeah?" He stutters, and he's not sure if he's ever been this turned on, even after weeks of living with two demons with sex pheromones that literally almost killed him.

He looks down at you, your open mouth, and remembers suddenly what Taemin said, about how you liked to be dominated sometimes, and he impulsively sticks two fingers between your parted lips.

You moan around them, sucking, hollowing your cheeks just like you did around his cock, and his breath catches in his throat.

“Sh-shit,” he mutters.

Taemin is making the most musical moans and Jungkook’s head feels heavy with both your scents, pheromones washing over him and his hips move without his brain, sloppy and uncontrolled, but your back arches and he feels you clenching around him, tighter and tighter, when you cum, and it’s like the most filthy song, Taemin’s moans and the wet sounds of him pumping in and out of you.

There’s black around the edges of his vision when he cums inside you and he collapses against you, breathing hard.

You stroke his hair. “Gotta learn to control your breathing, baby,” you mumble, and he nods against your shoulder.

He takes a few deep breaths, looks up at Taemin and Jungkook feels his dick twitch inside you at the sight of him, blonde hair curly and mussed, pretty mouth parted, pumping two fingers in and out, his cock hard and curved against his stomach.

It’s almost like being in a dream, at this point, and there’s been moments like it before, Jungkook figures it’s something between the unreality of being a poly relationship with two demons and all the sex pheromones the two of you pump out on a daily basis ramping up during sexual activity.

Jungkook slides out of you, crawls up toward Taemin. 

“C-can I help? I’ll be good,” he says again, because he needs him to know, needs you both to know he’s been bad while you’re away but if you’ll stay he’ll be so, so good. He rests his cheek on Taemin’s thigh, coming around on his left side, and Taemin tugs at his hair gently.

“Of course you will, baby,” Taemin croons, and Jungkook envies his level of self control and it makes him so proud when he fits his mouth around the head of Taemin’s cock and Taemin lets out a hoarse moan.

Jungkook wishes he could see Taemin’s face, breathes slowly through his nose and sees you crawling toward Taemin in his peripheral vision.

He hears the two of you kissing and uses a hand and his mouth, flicking his tongue over the head of Taemin’s cock.

“Ah, bunny, your mouth...Gonna cum soon,” Taemin groans, tugging at Jungkook’s hair again but Jungkook shakes his head just a bit, letting saliva help him move up and down.

Taemin’s fingers go soft in his hair, playing instead of pulling, and Jungkook hums out contentedly around his cock.

“Persephone, our bunny is so good, yeah? Taking care of us both.”

The praise makes Jungkook’s hip twitch, rutting against the bedsheets.

Taemin hisses and his hips jerk up once when he cums, and Jungkook is surprised at the taste, sweet and tangy like cinnamon.

When he lifts his head, you’re standing naked over him with a cool cloth, just like always, and this is almost his favorite part, after you’re away, when the two of you take care of him, clean him up, break his fever.

This time it’s even better because he’s tucked up against Taemin’s side, head on his chest, with the demon’s nimble fingers in his hair, murmuring out comforts and praise.

Jungkook decides as he’s drifting off, that if being bad gets him here, sleeping in the middle between the two of you, he might not want to be such a good boy after all.

[ofphcenixes]

BLUE & LIBBY - text thread 001

texts from 3:55pm to 7:01pm

blue

hey lib. (: havent talked today. just wanted to drop in and see if u were doin alright i have memes if u need them

libby

i mean, technically we did talk. i reminded you of the moment the world stood still: when valentine and you made contact (1) time. are you okay though? you seem a little, weird

blue

i maintain that valentine was an alien in a spider suit that wanted to destroy me but u know what I mean djdjdjd just chats between us. the gc has been a june holden fest lately lmao hope it works out for them tho anyways i am always weird in ur eyes djdjhd. but im fine. shit was crazy that night and we never really got to talk about what happenedand if u wanted to talk i just want u to kno im here ABOUT NADIA bc yeah kdjdjjd

libby

don't talk to me or my son ever again yeah, wow, okay so holden stayed over the night. i only know that because i saw his stuff in her room? i think she mentioned that like, it was a one time thing but i feel like... he might be coming over again which.. is Interesting oh. yeah, no i think i'm okay. i guess just in shock. june is very broken up over it, so i'm doing my best to be a good pal, and bring loads of ice cream and kisses. /: do you wanna talk? about nadia? i know that she like, meant something to you

blue

ok good luck getting me to stop talkin to u but as for valentine? bye Felecia! is that right. hmm well he doesn’t seem like much is goin on so maybe they were just,, hanging out. bringing a bag over is pretty damning tho. and if he does come over and u see him tell that bih he owes me $ bc he ate my fucking chorizo salad ): r u proud lib?? I ate a salad by choice well I would have if Holden wasn’t a lil birch bitch DONT CENSOR ME fuck. im sorry. ): i actually wanted to see june today tbh. but if u need anyone pls let me know alright? id skip practice if u needed me, lib WELL. i mean ok i was sorta close with her in middle school and she’s always been a friend and I just. I’m just fucking numb tbh. I really can’t believe it

libby

i'll have you know that valentine died shortly after my 18th birthday so ): idk idk, why would they hang out in her room if they were "hanging out"? like they have history. i feel like thats, a little too ... suspicious given the context. in a good way though. like i hope it works out theyre both so miserable without each other. oh my god!! look at you go! so proud of you, dude! ( even if you never got to it lmao ) no, no, it's okay. june needs all the support she can get, and i don't wanna impede. i'm really fine, i just sort of need to accept it and i guess reflect on how terrible it is. she was a really sweet person and fuck i really cant believe any of it i guess

blue

fuck what kdjdjdnd I thought valentine just yeeted shit that’s not a good way to put it fuck but. im sorry lib ): ok I take it back Valentine was alright. still scared the fuck out of me tho all i know is that if i loved someone as much as holden loves june, i wouldn’t let you go **THEM fuck Damn phone Typos Djdjhdi can’t believe u make me eat green stuff its truly CRUEL whomst? I only know nadia just didn’t fucking deserve any of this. shit even daisey didn’t. i just want to protect everyone and i don’t know HOW it goes without saying that im happy to be ur uber driver for the indefinite future

libby

no omg, i took good care of my boy. idk what happened, they can live up to like 15 years so i was pretty bummed tbh. i was a bad mom he appreciates your support from the grave though i mean, i guess. but not everyone you love is going to love you back, i think that's where holden's at. not everyone wants to be clung to, and june seems reluctant besides, you know all about that. holden, the love of your life, loves june. how sad it's good for you!!! i'm helping i ... feel so badly for both of them. i can't imagine how their families must be feeling, fuck. i hate this. i'm moving to spain ah, dude you don't have to do all that. you probably are busy with practice, and holden, and work. thank you tho

blue

im sure ur a great mother. ): but still valentine was lucky to have u. and im sure he misses u in his weird spider heaven web of flies and whatever it is spiders like idk ill dm peter parker and find out i mean... guess that’s true. I suppose I dont get to see how june feels most of the time. i just wish they’d talk about it and sort it out at least. they both deserve to be happy holden is the loml that is true aksjjsjd. holden has enough room for both me and june in his heart. so i mean technically i can love someone else too?? but enough about that lmfao you definitely are helping. even coach has noticed dkdjd. making me better without even trying u can’t move without me who’s gonna get me free popcorn ): you’re just as important as practise and holden to me, lib.

libby

god, i miss him. you think the girls would be mad if i bought another one? like, to keep in my room.  i know! they're both obviously still in love, you can tell. i can't wait for them to overcome this and get to be together. also, im grateful for the amount of sleep i'm able to get now that... the room next to mine is less loud welp, i hope you find someone who is willing to share you with holden lol oMG, REALLY? IDK WHY THAT MADE ME IRRATIONALLY HAPPY LOL. WE CAN GET SALAD LATER let's go, we'll go to spain and take on a new identity. we can live along the coast and work in a bakery or something. get a puppy don't show holden that text he might cry. but dsjflk thank you, you're very important to me too. kinda my best pal

blue

u would have to ask. but if you did get another what would u call it? thanksgiving? funnily enough valentine is only a few weeks away. a sign?? i mean fuck ive known holden for years and can confirm he is happiest when he’s with june. when she’s not roasting him at least lmfao. and if my MasterPlan works im afraid things will get bad again djdjdj. I can take one for the team and try to get them to come over here tho - u don’t need to deal with that shit i hope i do too tbh. and who would I want it to be u ask? that’s right. danny devito. LETS NOT GET TOO CRAZY IVE ALREADY HAD THREE VEGETABLES THIS WERK AND ITS ONLY TUESDAY. I think it’s popcorn time 8) bold of u to assume i know where Spain is dkdjdjdjdj well he’s gonna catch on soon enough we spend every day together at this point lol

libby

i was gonna name this one patrick, after st patricks day actually lol. yes you know what's also approaching that is more important? your birthday! i know, it doesnt take a rocket scientist to figure that out. he's v much a relationship kinda dude, actually bc he's also kinda slutty lol. but even june is sad and its just, SO HARD. i hate when people are clearly, happiest together are like, nO IM GOING TO PROLONG THE MISERY. i feel like we're in a rom-com. how do we get them back together? i'll let him know. my v-day gift from me to you oooo, should i get the skittles ready too then? popcorn is kinda of a veggie if you think abt it omg, okay well now you can't come with me. offer rescinded. im going with the hot cop lslsfkjdjkldfs i mean its not like we're doing anything weird, so its okay, right?

blue

ur so cute wtf. although if u did do this i hope u know im calling him patrick star. also how the fuck do u tell if its a female or a male spider theyre so small and gross. fuck it is too lol. i dont have any money so im gonna let ppl down on the party front lmao. ud still come tho, right? how can he be both slutty and relationshippy. like not to be weird bc i know hes ur cousin and all dkfjgg but he doesnt.. have people over anymore. unless hes someone learned not to stomp around the house WHICH I DONT BELIEVE. and ha hA im already on plan 384 to get them back together get on my level lmao.  we just gotta force them to spend time together tbh. does that mean i have to give u the hot cop for valentines bc i mean. i would if that's what u wanted but im sure u can do much better than him OH FUCK UR RIGHT OUR WHOLE RELATIONSHIP HAS BEEN A LIE TO CONVERT ME TO VEGGIES HASNT IT r u breaking up with me? well fine, ill take the dog ): it's... it's not weird unless we make it weird. and we haven't. have we?

libby

fdsjfjdsl shhhhh, back at you. Patrick Star will be his full name, i promise you this much. as for gender idfk, i am honestly assuming its pronouns lol. i'd be sued by the LGBT community if they knew. also dude, of course. i'll make you cupcakes. plus i know what i wanna buy you! i  can't wait dude what? really?? i thought he was seeing people this whole time, holy shit. dude he's really messed up over this huh? wow, okay, we need to kick this into high gear and have them get back together. tell me your plans. omg, no you clown. i don't even like him that much, he's just pretty. i do like... some personality and he has 0 GOD MY PLAN HAS BEEN FOILED. I CANT BELIEVE IT like i'd ever let you take the dog. she's mine sdfjlkdsfjlk iDK DUDE. I MAY HAVE MADE IT WEIRD BUT WE'RE BAD AT TALKING ABT STUFF, SO WE DONT HAVE TO LOL.

blue

do spiders even have gender i thought they were just the minions of evil lmfao lib u rly dont have to get me anything, really. altho now im curious tbh. but get ready for me to get a lit gift in june >:) ill even wrap it myself which says a lot bc i cant wrap for shit but i want it to be personal lmao not many that im aware of atm. will give u info is this changes. huh we r spies lib. >:) but i dont have any current plans except trying to force them to go in a photo booth together or something when we eventually go to the arcade djsjdh omg how did u know. but idk everyone speaks about him like hes gOD he’s just a dude. eyebrows on fleek tho I will say that IM SO HURT UD USE ME LIKE THIS LIB. ALL THIS TIME WE WERE GETTING CLOSE AND U WERE ONLY HERE FOR THE VEGGIES so u get Spain AND the dog. what do I get, sadness ???? you haven’t made it weird lib, i promise. not to me, anyway. maybe we both wanted the same thing. maybe. oR MAYBE NOT LMFAO but yeah we can talk about whatever lol

libby

don't talk about nate like that omg! i want to, plus its a surprise so no asking what it is. also wow i cant believe you remember my birthday, lol. you dont have to get me anything. you can buy me an ice cream though oh my gOD THAT'S BRILLIANT! aw, what if they take one of those cute kiss pictures in the photobooth like in the movies? i can't wait for them to love each other again, they're so cute. are you jealous that no one is talking about your eyebrows? you have nice eyebrows and nothing to be jealous abt GOD, IM SO SORRY. ROY HIRED ME. HE WAS WORRIED ABT YOUR HEALTH. IM SORRY YOU HAD TO FIND OUT THIS WAY. I THOUGHT YOU NEVER WOULD /: you get the memory of what we were to keep you warm right, cool. noted

blue

why do u talk about the string bean all the time i know u grew up with him but seriously he's like a pale pipe cleaner that i dont need in my life ofc i remeber ur birthday lib. dont u remember ur 10th?? probably the best day of my life lmao. and if u get me something i get u something thats how this works as long as june doesnt say anything mean and holden say anything stupid, its a pretty solid plan tbh. im not jealous HOW DARE ROY PLAY ME LIKE THIS. cant believe u betrayed me lib, after all we've been through ;-; but what if i want something to sell off now that u took the house oh fuck lib i didn't mean it like that. just... pretend i said nothing ok and. yeah talk about something else

libby

hey sorry, i gotta go. talk tomorrow.

blue

oh is everything ok? but alright talk tomorrow then i guess bye lib

libby

night

blue

its 6pm lib but okay night

blue

lib if i did something u dont have to tell me but pls know i didnt mean it, whatever it was. i hope youre okay. but i wont bother u again i promise. just. yeah

libby

it's okay, dude. i'm fine. it's honestly my own fault, it's not you. you're always great. i'm sorry. it's fine

blue

i dont understand what ur talking about but i can tell u dont want to so ill just... leave this. but you're always great too lib. the greatest, in fact. just let me know if ur still coming to the arcade later or not yeah

libby

i guess i'll go. i like pacman.

blue

if u... if u change ur mind i understand. but i really hope u can make it.

[lovewhatyoudodolan]

Coming To The End || Frat!Grayson

Prompt: Continuation of  ΘΧ Boy! 

Word Count: 2344

Request: @anyabrantley asked: is there gonna be a pt 2 to frat!gray bc I really need that in my life

A/N: Came up with an idea that’ll keep you guys on the edge of your seats.

Warnings: Cursing and Abusive Ex. This could be triggering! Please don’t read if it could affect you. I wrote this because it personally helps me with something that happened in my past.

MASTERLIST

REQUEST

Three years ago if you told me I’d be lying in bed next to Grayson Dolan I would’ve laughed in your face and probably dumped my beer on your head. How was I supposed to know what the beautiful man sleeping next to me liked me? I can’t read mind ya know? 

Anyways, things have been great over all. Even though girls would always crowd around Grayson when we went out together, he only ever had eyes for me. I don’t understand how I ever got this lucky...

I slowly ran my fingers through his soft wavy hair, pushing it out of his face. “Good morning babe.” His groggy morning voice caused a smile to form on my face.

“Good morning,” Gray tightened his grip around my waist so I was flush against him, “Babe we have class.”

“Can’t we just skip?” He groaned and tucked his face into my neck, “I don’t want to leave this bed.”

I chuckle and push his cheeks together so his lips were puckered, “We skipped yesterday baby. Plus it’s Friday.” I leaned in and pecked his puckered lips before prying his arms away.

He sighed and rolled over onto his back as I got to my feet tugging his T-shirt down so my panties were no longer seen, but a cat call could be heard as I did so. “Keep it in your pants.”

“I’m not wearing pants,” he winked and sat up pushing our comforter off his toned body. “You taking a shower?”

I nod and pull the sheets up to make my side of the bed. Grayson copied my movements before opening the bathroom door for me, “Ladies first.”

“If that’s the case you should be in there already,” I joked getting a slap on the ass as I crossed the threshold.

Grays arms snaked around my waist from behind and pulled my back into his front, “Keep talking like that and I’ll show you who the man in this relationship is baby girl.”

I shivered and tilted my neck up to stare into his burning brown eyes, “You really know how to make a girl feel special at nine in the morning don’t you?” 

He leaned down and pecked my lips before releasing me completely to turn the shower on, “I’ve been told I have way with the ladies.”

This was how these last two years have been; pointless bickering, jokes, and sexual innuendos. Other than that We’ve just been like most other college couples. We help each other when stuck on homework, party on the weekends, and go on cheesy cheap dates because we’re broke as hell. 

Junior and Senior year flew by, and finals started next Thursday meaning graduation was just around the corner. Grayson and I were going to have to decide what we wanted to do with our relationship since we don’t like anywhere near each other, and I wasn’t ready for that discussion.

I was facing the shower head just running my fingers through my head in through until Grays hand slid down my wet arm. “Whatcha thinking about?” 

“Just Graduation.” I sigh and turn around to face him in all his glory, “I can’t believe we’re only here for one more week...”

“Yeah but as least we don’t have to buy anymore money eating textbooks,” he tried to lighten the mood.

“We do have to get jobs though,” I retorted and pointed a finger at him. “Have you thought about what we’re going to do yet?”

His eyes dart away from me and his cheeks heat up, “I uh...”

“No sorry,” I chuckle and slide my hands up his torso until they’re wrapped around his neck, “I’m thinking too much again.”

He smiles down at me and lightly pecks my lips, “Everything will work out don’t worry babe.”

I nod and let go on him in order to finish my shower and get ready for class. He was right... right?

--- 

I threw my bag down by the door as soon as I entered the apartment and sighed loudly as I fell next to Grayson on the couch. “It’s finally over. I never imagined I’d make it, but here I am...”

“Hey beautiful,” he chuckled and brushed strands of hair away from my face, “How were your classes?”

“Boring,” I sighed and slid forward so my head was in his lap. “I’m so glad I never have to go back.”

“You’ll end up missing it I bet,” Grayson was playing with my hair as we sat in silence. He wasn’t wrong I probably would...

---

“Grayson!” I screamed while pouring two shots of tequila for us to take. I always thought girls took forever to get ready before going out, but this boy still hasn’t left our bedroom and it’s been an hour.

When I glanced up though my knees buckled and I almost fell on the floor. His hair was styled slightly, he was wearing a button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and my favorite pair of jeans that showed off his toned thighs and ass. “Holy hell.”

“Take a picture babe,” he joked and strutted towards me trying to act cool, “Then again you have the real thing so...”

I smiled an leaned up to kiss him before pulling my cocktail dress back down. Tonight really was an all or nothing situation. “Are you ready for the best night of our lives?”

Both of us picked up the shot glasses, clinked them together, then downed them without a second thought.

“Any night with you is the best night,” His cliche comment made me roll my eyes, “Let’s get out of here.”

It took about five minutes before we ended up outside of Theta Chi and I didn’t fear the frat house like I used to. There were more good memories in this building now all because of Gray. The two of us slowly walked through the house and towards the basement for the farewell mixer. 

Music was playing, but not loud so everyone had the chance to talk. The bar was open but you had to mix your own drinks if you wanted something. All of the seniors had their girlfriends hanging off their arms, dressed similarly to Grayson and I. 

Everything was great, “Dolan!” Well until I heard that voice. Grayson stiffly turned around, but I stayed in place. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize me if I didn’t turn around. “Who’s the babe?”

I shivered at the comment about me, “Jake can you please leave us alone. You know exactly who she is and you only came over to make her feel uncomfortable.”

“I did no such thing bro,” I clutched my hands into fists at my sides, “She’s the one who gave me an STD anyways. Why would you get with a girl like that anyways?”

I twisted around faster than I ever thought I could and tried to get in his face but Gray pulled me back, “I suggest you get out. You aren’t even supposed to be in this building. You were kicked out of the fraternity.”

“You obviously didn’t hear that I am presenting the seniors with their sashes for commencement,” Jake rolled his eyes and glanced down at me, “y/n you filled out nicely over the last two years.”

My teeth grind together and I tried to pull away from Gray again but he held his ground, “Come on y/n. He doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of getting under your skin.”

I took a deep breath and leaned back into Grayson’s side so his arm could slide around my waist. “Glad to see someone could tame you. I’m going to go somewhere else now...” 

A breath was staggered and I could feel my body shaking a bit, but I did my best to keep my composure. “Of all things that couldn’t gone wrong tonight. It just had to be him didn’t it?”

A frown was covering Grayson’s face and I instantly felt bad for saying that. This first stop was supposed to be about him, but Jake just had to come by and shift the vibe off. “We can go...”

“No,” I cut him off, “This is for you and he’s not going to ruin this for either of us.”

The entire time we were there Grayson never left my side and as soon as he got him sash we said goodbye to his brothers and made our way towards one of the popular bars in town. There were two that students from our school always went  to, and I was just excited to finally get trashed with my boyfriend. 

As soon as we entered the dimly lit bar, I walked to the bar to order a fishbowl, “Hey can you get my beer for me? I need to go to the restroom.” I nod and peck his left before letting him go waiting for the bartender. 

I became disoriented when a hand flew over my mouth and an arm wrapped around my waist to pull me towards the bathrooms. This part of the bar was too dark so no one was able to see what was actually happening in the shadows. 

“Hey baby girl,” I cringed at the voice using one of Grays nicknames for me. One of his legs were pressed between mine and my back was slammed against the girls bathroom door so no one could enter after us. “So you and Dolan? Wasn’t expecting that.”

His hand was still covering my mouth so I wasn’t able to scream for help. Jake’s face contorted with anger as I tried to shift out of his grasp and he quickly moved his second hand to my neck causing me to stop instantly. “Stop moving bitch.”

My breathing became staggered as I started to panic. What the hell did he want from me? “So you’ll open your legs for him but not me? How long after we broke up did your slutty ass go to him? Oh wait I know a week...”

He growled and his leg started putting pressure on my lower region causing me to whimper. My mind was saying no but my body had no choice but to react to his touch. His lips slammed to mine and I could feel my salty tears sliding down my cheeks. When he tried to push his tongue in my mouth I bit down causing him to shout in pain. 

“Don’t touch me you ass.” I used all the strength I had to try to push him away but it was no use. He used to play football... 

Pain surged through my cheek and the sound of skin on skin could be heard throughout the bathroom, “What did I say about keeping your mouth shut?” His hands gripped my dress at the bottom tightly causing the seems to rip at the end, but before he could tear the fabric off of me the door was pushed open sending Jake and I onto the floor. 

“What the hell did I tell you about staying away from my girl Jake?” Grayson was red with anger and if it wasn’t for the bar bouncers grabbing him from the ground, I knew my boyfriend would’ve killed him. “Don’t EVER get near her again.”

Jake laughed and shook his head as he was carried out of the bathroom, “Take my sloppy seconds Dolan. I don’t care. She wasn’t that great anyways, wasn’t worth that STD.”

“Stop saying that you prick,” Gray stood in the bouncers way and got in Jake's face, “Just because a girl didn’t want you in her pants doesn’t mean she instantly has a disease. She just knew better than to give herself to you. She’s worth the world and you were an idiot for not realizing that.”

“Whatever freaks,” Gray turned his attention towards me as I tried my best to get off the ground with my shaky body.

“Get him out of here please,” with that the man was gone and Grayson’s arms were around me helping me back to my feet, “I am so sorry. That shouldn’t have happened. I should’ve never left your side. Oh my god what if I hadn’t heard him?” 

“Babe,” I send him a small smile and cup his face in my shaky hands, “There wasn’t nothing you could do. You had to use the restroom.” I leaned in and kissed his lips lightly before wrapping my arms around his waist and hiding my face in his chest. “You made it and that’s all that matters right now.”

He sighs, “Are you able to walk? I want to take you somewhere.”

“Uh,” I look down at my ripped dress and bite my lip lightly, “My dress is a bit ripped.”

“It’s fine we aren’t going far,” I nod and take his hand letting him lead me towards a staircase at the end of the dark hallway. My hair blew in my face as wind hit me once we reached the roof of the building. 

When I pushed it back I gasped in shock. Grayson was down on his knee and there was a small black box holding a diamond ring in his hands. “I was going to do this no matter how tonight went. It as more eventful than I expected, but here we are. I meant every word I said in the bathroom about how you are worth the world. You are MY world and I don’t know what I’d do without you anymore. Would you please do me the honor of marrying me?”

My hand came up to cover my open mouth and I silently nod at the boy who stole my heart two years ago. “Yes Grayson. A million times yes.”

He was smiling from ear to ear as he slid the engagement ring in my finger. “I love you y/n.”

“Fuck Gray I love you so much,” I slowly wipe both of my eyes and jump into his arms. 

We may not know what the future holds, but all that matters is that we have each other.

This stems from something that happened in my past. It’s a hard topic to talk about, but sometimes it does help me to talk or write about it. Thank you guys for reading!

[famedroleplayarchive]

MICHELLE CHAE, better known as RORIN, is the VOCAL AND RAPPER of CHROMA under BC ENTERTAINMENT. She was born on JUNE 20, 1999. She looks a little like KIM MINJEONG (WINTER) OF AESPA.

CHARACTER INFORMATION

faceclaim: Kim Minjeong (Winter), member of æspa.

legal name: Michelle Rorin Chae

stage name: Rorin.

pronouns: She / her / hers.

birth date: Jun 20, 1999.

hometown: Valley Glen, CA.

position: Vocal, rapper of Chroma.

claims: None.

BIOGRAPHY

triggers: Mentions of slut-shaming; misogynistic comments; estranged relatives; allusions to addiction and abandonment.

( MICHELLE CHAE’s LIFE IN VIGNETTES ● FROM 1999 → PRESENT )

SCENE I. VALLEY GLEN, CA — Q4, 2007. UNDISCLOSED ICE SKATING RINK.

“She’s a natural on the ice; it’s incredible to me how quickly she picked things up. Has she ever done this before?” The instructor queries as she gazes out at Michelle; watching closely as she finds her balance and gains more confidence the longer that she can stay upright. Never having realized how graceful she is, she aligns her small limbs beautifully to assist in her glides—merely understanding how to hold her posture for better balance. “Y’know, you should really consider getting her a proper coach. It’s not often that a kid just... knows how to control themselves out there.”

Her mother listens, then nods; letting each suggestion sink in before responding. “Well, if she likes it, then we’ll have to consider it...” It’s a simple response that she hopes suffices, and while she would want nothing more than to support her daughter in discovering what she excels at, she can’t help but think about the money in the family bank account—and how it’s nowhere near as high as it should be given the amount of people in their household.

“Look, mom!” The little one yells from the center of the rink, being brave enough to raise one of her legs into an arabesque while she skates; somehow not tumbling over in the process. It’s in that moment when the instructor cheers, gobsmacked at the progress. “See what I mean?” It’s a lot to consider, especially as Heesun knows the cost of putting a child through such a rigorous training regiment. It’s not only paying out-of-pocket for the materials needed or making sure the coach is paid what their worth, but it’s also long hours practicing and grueling schedules. How on earth any child can sustain that while also attending school is unheard of to her, but all at once, she notices how wide Michelle smiles as she coasts, and it warms her heart.

“Do you have any recommendations? I can’t really afford to pay an arm and a leg for it at this time, but if it’s within reason, I think it would be good for her... so long as it doesn’t get in the way of her studies.” Nodding, her teacher guides her mother into her office, but that doesn’t stop the rising figure skater from continuing. Little does she know, she’s falling in love.

SCENE II. BOSTON, MA — Q1, 2014. THE TD GARDEN, ARENA.

“You’re going to do a great job! We’ve been practicing a lot, your routine is great, and even if I’m hard on you sometimes, I’m still really proud of you!” Her coach urges, and she nods, but she’s not really paying attention to anything that she’s saying. Instead, her eyes turn backwards to the bleachers—doing her best to see if her father had arrived to join her mother in the audience. It’s literal milliseconds before she’s set to take to the ice, but so far, there’s no sight of him. Back at home, he’s her biggest cheerleader, but whenever it comes to showing up at important events, he constantly fails, and unfortunately, that’s not his only flaw either. Now that she’s gotten a little bit older, Michelle understands why her mom and dad don’t talk much, even if it’s only recently that they all sit in silence at the dinner table.

Right on time, the announcer calls her name and she rises; gliding over to her mark. She’s upset knowing that he’s not in attendance, but she does her best to suppress all of her emotions.

Like coach always says: “Now’s not that the time for that.”

Taking a deep breath, she easily finds her opening pose and holds it strong; powerful. So many thoughts race through her mind in that instant. She thinks about the choreography she’s spent months learning. She thinks about the plans that her mother made for after they’re done at the rink. She thinks about her dad and what he’s up to... and right then, almost as if to snap her out of her trance, the music starts pounding through the speakers—muscle memory kicking into high-gear to guide her through each detailed motion. It’s a release of her emotions through her body, and it’s in these moments where she feels the most free.

What’s unfortunate is that this rush of adrenaline never lasts as long as she’d like it to, and only after a few minutes, she’s back to where she began, but now poised in her final position.

Skating back towards her coach, Michelle takes her seat once more; a blanket draped softly over her shoulders for warmth. When her scores are revealed, they’re the same as always: fair. While she’s typically relieved to sit pretty in the middle, today, she responds negatively to them; feeling as though all of her hard work didn’t add up to a well-deserved win.

She also blames her father for promising that he’d finally make an appearance as her official “good luck charm” only to forsake her yet again.

Michelle spends the rest of that evening pensively staring out of windows; text messages arriving from her dad—all apologizing for not being able to make his flight after work.

SCENE III. VALLEY GLEN, CA — Q3, 2016. ULYSSES S. GRANT HIGH SCHOOL.

STUDENT A: “Gross... she comes across as so desperate, like...” STUDENT B: “I don’t understand what guys see in her, she’s obnoxious!” STUDENT C: “Yeah like, she still acts like she’s in seventh grade.” STUDENT D: “Hey, wait—didn’t she used to figure skate?” STUDENT A: “That’s right! I heard she had to stop ‘cause she’s broke now.” STUDENT D: “Desperate, cheap, slutty... guess that’s Michelle Chae for ya.”

—

Dad started to sell their personal belongings in order to feed his newly discovered habit. Mom was driven wild. It didn’t take long for things to explode, and with the end of their relationship came a screeching halt to Michelle’s figure skating career. With her father no longer being an active part of her life, she and her mother barely made end’s meat—barely seeing one another due to the lengthy hours they both worked to pay the bills. She’s only seventeen and instead of saving money for college, she puts every penny towards supporting her family. She spends so much time being responsible that she deeply sacrifices any personal pleasures and friendships.

Then again, it’s not like people at school are clamoring to get to know her.

From an early age, she knew that she got along better with boys as opposed to girls. In truth, Michelle spent a lot of time around other figure skaters ( most of which were female ) that often treated her poorly, so she’s learned not to really trust members of the same sex easily. Most of the time, those “friendships” turned into gross competitions, camaraderie devolved into petty rivalries, and honestly, she absolutely fucking hated it.

In her heart of hearts, she knows that it’s not good to alienate herself from other girls, and it’s something she works on, but at the same time, because of her close friendship with many of her school’s male students, some of her peers refer to her as a “whore” and a “slut,” and sadly, this label has stuck with her since middle school. Some say that she’s too sweet which makes her “easy.” Others say she’s fake and has stolen many boyfriends—which isn’t accurate at all.

Honestly, Michelle has ever understood the rumors. If boys gave her their attention and made her feel special, why should she be “burned at the stake” for engaging with them? For simply finding pleasure in their gazes; their touches? Instead of being embraced by the frigid cool, she’s wrapped up in the strong arms of a lover—that same rush of adrenaline now found in-between bedsheets as opposed to anywhere near a skating rink.

The downside to all of this, though? She falls in love far too easily, and more often than not, her heart ends up broken—and sometimes, it’s all her own fault.

SCENE IV. SEOUL, KR — Q2, 2020. SEOUL NATIONAL UNIVERSITY.

“Sorry!” Michelle exclaims, in English, to a passerby she accidentally bumped into—completely lost on her first day. It was her mom’s idea for her to attend school ( for at least two semesters, anyway ) in Seoul, and even though she was really hesitant at first, she thought that it might be a great opportunity to learn more about where she’s from. That, and well, she’d be able to see her grandparents way more often, especially since they’re getting older. That being said, it’s not been an easy transition, and the culture shock is rampant.

Luckily, she knows how to read and write the language, but that’s about as far as it goes. She’s embarrassingly American—her seniors often view her as rude and loud, but she has absolutely no idea about any of the social customs ( and spoiler alert: still doesn’t ) and knows that she fucks up a lot. Despite this, she fails to truly pick up on them, even after she’s been corrected.

After trying to find her first class, she takes a wrong turn and ends up back where she started—and as she groans in annoyance, someone calls out to her from behind; prompting her to turn around. When she sees a slightly older man approach her, she offers a grin, then a sloppy bow.

“Are you talking to me?” She asks, tilting her head gently; curiously. “Yes! I’m sorry to bother, but I think you might be just who I’m looking for!” “I... don’t think I know what you mean?” Michelle questions, a little creeped out.

Later that week, she attends an audition to join an entertainment company, and even though she has never had training in singing or rapping, she miraculously makes it in... and decides then to skip out on her nursing degree in favor of a totally risky once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

That being said, her mom’s going to be beyond livid.

SCENE V. SEOUL, KR — Q1, 2021. BC ENTERTAINMENT HQ.

Having only started training in April of the year prior, it’s not even been one year since Michelle began her training, so when she’s called into the talent manager’s office, she’s not expecting to hear any good news. After all, she’s constantly being told that she’s lacking in comparison to the other trainees, so how on earth could she have earned a chance to début? She knows a girl group’s being formed and that some of the others she’s trained with have already been given slots, and have even recorded promotional singles. Needless to say, she’s not feeling especially confident.

She takes the seat offered to her and does her best to be respectful, and when she’s informed that she’s been selected as a member for their upcoming project, she thought it was a joke.

“What?” She asks, gobsmacked, and the manager further explains why she’s chosen. In essence—well, at least from what she remembers—he said that she has great potential, and her skills in English, her unique vocal color, and willingness to learn are all assets to the group in various fashions. Stunned, all she could do was nod and agree with him; realizing then and there that this is actually happening to her. In what seemed like no time whatsoever, she’ll be standing on-stage as a somebody. She’ll be thrust in front of cameras and made completely vulnerable to the public. Truth be told, she thought she’d be working hard for a few years before getting a chance to become an idol, but now, it’s consuming all of her reality at a rapid pace.

As scared as she is, she hopes that being given yet another rare opportunity will convince her mom that this is a good idea. She also hopes that she’s able to pull off the image that they’ve discussed for her—one that rivals that of Snow White and Alice In Wonderland as far as purity is concerned. It’s no secret that she’s a bit rough around the edges, so she’s terrified.

All she can do now is hold out hope for the best, even if only the worst case-scenarios continue to plague her thoughts lately.

[cucksworth]

😇💋💌🔪 🚿👻⚓️ have fun gayboy

thanks 💛😚

😇 - following rules

HE TRIES SOMETIMES and he follows rules that are quote unquote good but he also has a tendency to decide which rules are stupid and which arent and if he thinks a rule is dumb he tends to not follow it very well

💋 - kissing

bad. do u think this boy has ever practiced kissing before. maybe later along in the timeline like fo4 TR but nv TR is presented w an opportunity for a kiss and his face turns the same color as his hair

💌 - romance/flirting

okay now despite my comments above this is in fact a dirty young man w a nasty libido. no im not afraid to admit that we need more unabashedly horny and slutty characters. anyways, soft sweet romance isnt his thing and hes not GOOD at flirting but he tries anyways.

🔪- melee weapons

YEAH BOY he cant shoot fr shit so literally all he can use is melee. his favorite weapon is a machete but hes pretty good at beating ppl over the heads w shovels

🚿 - hygiene

STINKYYYY stinky little boy! hes always got some sort of grime on him tho he does at least attempt to keep his face at least somewhat clean. he hates his fingers getting dirty but full fingered gloves are an awful sensory issue fr him so he wears fingerless ones and just deals w it

👻 - communing with the paranormal

gonna skip this one only bc i havent thought abt that and pulling something out of my ass fr this one feels weird

⚓️ - sailing

absolutely not. hes terrified of any sort of water that comes past his waist when hes standing so being surrounded by the stuff would probbly make him piss himself or pass out