#i keep forgetting pens tho

[lgalacticjayl]

Being a fiber major is so funny to me because I just packed my backpack with at least 20 balls of yarn and I'm ready to go for the day

[littl3sp4rkly4ngel]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ ── 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭… 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲’𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

summary ; abby, her pretty arms and you…

content warning ; fem!reader x abby anderson, SFW part: lots of fluff, petnames, established relationship. NSFW part, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: strap usage (r receiving), cunnilingus (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), pet names, kinda choking, kinda size kink (reader’s size not specified!), strenght kink (?,

author’s note ; totally got inspired by this post from @cssiel, go show some love!! <3

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𝐒𝐅𝐖

★ we can all agree abby has the juiciest arms… i mean, just look at those pics!!

★ so i really picture her feeling so so confident when your eyes stay fixed on those bulky veiny sexy arms for just a little too long…….

★ she absolutely loves it when you kiss her, but when you kiss her arms??? she feels like she’s about to melt.

★ when the two of you go out, she always makes sure you’re by her side. she either has her arm around your shoulders or your arms are intertwined.

★ whenever your arms are hooked with hers you feel like she’s about to crush your hand if she clenches her bycep… and you both love it!!!

★ your favourite activities with her arms include tying bows, doodling on them or trying to kiss all her freckles!!

★ “what are you doing, pretty girl?” abby laughed when she saw you cutting a piece of pink ribbon. “i want to try something, pleeease…” you beg clasping your hands together.

★ when you finished tying the bow she just giggled and patted your head, “you’re adorable.” she muttered, playing it cool (she was internally screaming how much she loved you).

★ the doodling became a thing when you two were hanging out in your room, abby was reading a book and you were sketching some stuff. your girlfriend started missing your touch (even tho you were lying by her side), so she threw her arm over your shoulders and kissed the side of your head.

★ that’s when you looked down at her arm and an amazing idea came to you, “stay still, abs!” you grinned as you grabbed your pen and started drawing little hearts and starts on her forearm.

★ since that day, whenever you’re bored you draw some doodles on abby’s arms and she ADORES IT.

★ and well, another thing abby loves is when you bite her arm… she thinks it’s so cute and reminds her of an animal marking their territory!!

★ so yeah…. abby’s arms !!!! ♡

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 (+𝟏𝟖)

★ she loves wrapping her arm around your neck as she hits it from the back with her strap. had to say it.

★ tbh, we all know she’s a big teddy bear, but i truly believe that changes when she remembers that she could easily crush you…. her pussy gets so wet thinking about it…

★ when you guys need to be quiet, she tells you to bite her arms so you can keep your noises down and she lives for it. “you need to keep your voice down, baby…” she starts, “open your mouth, pretty girl, and bite down.” as she puts her forearm in front of your mouth.

★ let’s not forget about the way she separates your legs with her big hands and how she holds them still with her arms when she eats you out like a starved woman…

★ “stop trying to close your legs, baby, you already know it’s not happening.” she mutters while kissing your thighs.

★ abby loves to finger you while she spoons you and wraps her arms around your waist, she feels so good being so close to you, the intimacy makes her heart beat faster and her fingers go deeper…

★ ugh… i need her so bad…

[xoxo-greed]

idk this might be kinda too specific but like imagine the twst mc isn’t a prefect but a magic user aswell and they’re just some normal student in nrc but they keep using magic excessively and their magic pen is like so so dark and their housewarden s/o is like ‘you should stop’ and yhe mc is like ‘no’ so then the housewarden like fucks them for the whole day so they can stop using magic for the time being

—> minors dni. hardcore smut ig ? all chars aged up, all of them being absolutely meanies.

an - lets give this guy an applause 🗣️‼️ I was running out of ideas and you saved me 🫶 I don’t have a bunch of time, so instead I’ll do Leona only since he seems like the right call. Its pretty long, sorry I couldn’t do more </3 ily tho ! buybyeee and enjoy !

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Pent up frustration that didn’t let him sleep, the fact that you look so tired and miserable because of your magic pisses him off. To him, he’s the one thats supposed to take care of you, for some reason he cares about you more than any other. Then he has an idea.

After a long day, Ruggie walks up to you, poking your shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Hey, Y/N! Leona wants you to go to the botanical garden with him.” He tells you, you raise an eyebrow “What for? He always tells me to leave when I go with him.” Ruggie shrugs. “I don’t know, but I think its something serious.” Upon those words, you decided to take care of it.

You leave to the botanical garden, where you find the hidden space Leona always resides in. In which, when you enter, he instantly jumps on you, pressing you onto the ground. “What the hell do you think your doing?” He says harshly. You’re stunned ‘Why is he acting like this?’ You never see him like this. You frown “If this is about the magic thing, forget about it.” You say, turning around, about to crawl away, when you feel him put his hand on your head, instantly pressing your head down onto the grass. “Le-Leona, what are you doing?!” You yell, startled as he covers your mouth. He looks down at you with an angry expression.

“I’m going to fuck some sense into you, thats what.”

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Your clothes on the floor, his hands spreading your legs open. Everything was so.. exciting.. He had ripped of your clothes and his clothes alongside that. The pool of warmth that was in the pit of your stomach had now traveled down to your legs, Leona’s precum covering your wet lips, tongue lapping over them.

Everything felt so warm, your juices soon covering his mouth, and then helping his rock hard cock slip into you, all your thoughts getting fucked out when his first thrust registers into your body, legs bent onto his shoulders and claws holding your thighs open.

“fuck— how are you- god damn it your so tight” he groans out, long hair stuck onto his sweaty face. He missed this, YOU missed this, the feeling of his hips rutting into yours, the way you’d feel full with his cock, as if you’d just eaten a full course of food. It was too fucking good, too good. Its like the both of you became two wild animals in heat, you couldn’t say much about him though, he was technically one with the way he was acting.

“Leo- Leona- Ngh.. stop it.. I have to.. give me my pen b-“ Your cut of by your own moan, the feeling of your pens cold magical stone pressing onto your clit, bundle of nerves causing your back to arch and a dam to open inside of you as Leona releases his own batch.

Your legs felt like as if they’d been liquified.. a little.. too.. liquified?

“leona..”

“Yeah?”

“You put a spell on me didn’t you?”

“Sure did, bunny.” He responds, kissing your forehead and covering your naked body with his blanket, leaving you to rest inside his room.

All the black ink was gone by the time he came back.

[featherandferns]

daylight - three

jj maybank x fem!reader | part 3 of the daylight series | read part 2 here

content warnings: alcohol

word count: 2k.

blurb: after finding a box of memories, you jump at the chance to go fishing with JJ. There, you open up a little more about your life in Vancouver.

You come downstairs at the sound of your dad calling your name. You find him standing by a stack of cardboard boxes, labelled with marker pen scribbles. 

“Can you take your stuff upstairs? That other delivery van finally arrived. Only a God damn month late,” your dad grumbles. 

“Sure thing,” you say.

It takes about ten minutes to lug your boxes upstairs. Closing your bedroom door, you begin to unpack. Most of them are full of clothes and accessories: caps and bags that you probably don’t even need, since you didn’t miss them in their lack. Another box has school things, in case you need your old notes for the next year of classes. The final box is full of miscellaneous items. Childhood memorabilia and wads of photographs and photo albums. Stupid dress-up gear from costume parties you and Mimsy had attended. You snap a selfie dressed in the get-up and send it to Mimsy.

A shoebox at the bottom has you taking pause. You take it out and set it on your bed, opening it. Your heart stops when you see what’s inside. 

How could you forget?

The box is piled high with various things, and at the top is a journal. It's frayed on the corners from excessive wear and tear. It was the journal you had kept when dating your ex boyfriend, Tyler. You take it out and promptly put it to the side like it’s coated in anthrax. There is absolutely no urge to flick through the pages and relive every moment of that tumultuous, tortuous affair. Below the journal is a t-shirt that belonged to him, then an impressive stack of photos. Happy photos. Smiling photos. Photos that are mostly of just the two of you, always in one or the other’s bedroom. Any photos taken in public have the two of you standing apart, acting as though you don’t know the feel of the other’s skin. There's a birthday present he gave you; a card; a ‘love letter’ that had made you so happy at the time, and only bitter in the aftermath. In fact, all of it made you bitter. All emotions led back to anger, and betrayal, and hurt. 

And yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to get rid of it. Even now, even still, in a different country, on a different coast: you feel the need to keep it. Treasure it like a cursed artefact. 

You’re happy to be taken out of your nightmarish thoughts by the ping of your phone. You pick it up, expecting a text from Mimsy, only to be surprised at finding one from JJ. 

I’m bored.

Smiling, glad for the distraction, you reply. 

Hi bored. 

Nerd. Srsly tho. I wanna do something. 

You turn your back on the box of memories.

Wanna go to the cinema?

Hello I’m poor??? U acting mad expensive rn

Laughing, you roll your eyes and offer something that you know JJ would never refuse.

Fishing then?

Dope. Pick u up in 5.

You kill the time waiting for JJ by tidying away the last few belongings. The items are returned to the shoe box and hidden under your bed following the philosophy out of sight, out of mind.

The honk of a car horn outside has you grabbing your backpack and heading for the door. JJ sits behind the steering wheel, staring off into the distance as he mindlessly taps along to the beat of the Kendrick song he’s playing. You whistle as you approach and he smiles when he spots you. 

“Where we fishing?”

“Found a good spot the other day,” JJ says, setting off once you’re in the passenger seat. “Caught some good bass and stuff. Spotted bass too.”

“Sounds good,” you hum. You kick your feet up onto the dashboard and pick at the peeling nail varnish on your fingertips. 

There’s no need to fill the quiet of the campervan as JJ drives. You eye him in your peripheral as he concentrates on the road.

His resting face sits with a set jaw and you suddenly imagine him to clench his jaw in his sleep. Lips somewhere between a frown and smile, his eyes are somewhat hooded. His neck is so attractive. You never thought necks could be attractive before, but seeing it tense and relax when he swallows and sighs, the way the skin teases over the Adam’s apple...it's tortuous. You can just picture stretching your hands around it, scratching against the skin of his jugular with your nails, marking his pretty flesh with love bites…

“What’s up?”

“Huh?”

“You lookin' at me. Something up?” JJ asks in all his innocence. 

Your dart your eyes to the road ahead. “Uh, no, no. I’m good.”

“A'right,” he says. Back to quiet. You don’t dare spare another glance at him for the rest of the ride. 

JJ parks up on a quiet country road. You both get out of the car and load up with fishing gear and snackage. JJ takes the cooler, biceps flexing, and the fishing rods. Lugging two collapsable chairs on either shoulder, you follow him with a box of bait and your backpack in hand. He guides you up a dirt path, overgrown with ivy and stinging nettles. A dilapidating jetty comes into view and you’re happy to see it empty. You both take to setting up shop. You weren’t lying to him, the first time that you met: you didn’t much care for fishing. But honestly, you’d take any excuse to spend time with JJ. It’s pathetic to admit to yourself that he could ask you to help him drain a sewer and you’d say yes without a second thought. 

Cracking open a beer, you offer it to JJ. 

“Thanks,” he smiles.

You open your own and the two of you cheers before taking a swig. It’s crisp and cooling in the muggy summer sun. He hands you a prepared fishing rod and you lean against the shaky railing beside him. He’s dug out his cap: the red one that he wore the first time you met. It shadows his face beautifully. You look out to the water and admire the calming view. A sea bird darts across the sky in the distance and you half want to grab for your camera. 

“You have good fishing in Vancouver?” he asks. 

“S’alright,” you reply. “My uncle loves fishing. He used to take me to this spot where you could catch trout as long as your leg.”

“Fuck off,” JJ laughs. 

“I’m serious! Swear to God, I thought this thing was gonna eat me!”

The two of you laugh. Your smile turns solemn at the memory. It hurts to think about your life in Vancouver. It feels like it was years ago, hazy like a lucid dream, distorted with nostalgia. Never before have you been more grateful for facetime or else you might forget Mimsy’s voice.

The day stretches on with the two of you passing drinks and chips and refreshing bait. The bucket starts to fill with some catches. Nothing impressive. Somehow you both end up sitting in your chairs. One hand remains on the rod, waiting for a bite and holding it steady. JJ is reclined in his chair somewhat precariously, feet up on the bannister, weighed down by heavy, black boots. 

“I don’t think I ever asked,” JJ says, catching your attention. He looks to you. “Why’d you move to Kildare anyway?”

“Well, you know the old saying,” you reply. “If at first your marriage fails: pick up and move country, eh?”

“Ah,” JJ replies, chuckling a little. “Is the marriage fixed, then?”

“Hell no,” you snort. “They fucking hate each other. Hardly talk. I think my dad just wanted an excuse to move back to North Carolina.”

“He from here?”

“Yeah, he was born here. I have a ton of family out here too. Well, not in Kildare but in Carolina.”

“Damn,” JJ mumbles. 

“It’s typical of my dad though. He's selfish like that. I mean, it's kind of messed up, don't you think? Dragging me away from my friends. From my life.” Your anger sparks suddenly. “You know, he didn’t even ask me if I wanted to leave. Because why the fuck would I want to leave? My entire life was there! Everything was there!”

JJ doesn’t speak. You catch yourself. Taking a shaky breath, you close your eyes, embarrassed for the outburst. 

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I just…I haven’t really talked about it to anyone yet.”

“You’re good,” JJ says. You look at him to find a small, reassuring smile. “I get it. Parents suck.”

You laugh, shaking your head. Leaning your head back, eyes slipping closed, you agree. “Yep. Parents suck.”

“I’m sorry, by the way,” JJ quietly adds. You open your eyes on him. “That you had to leave Vancouver.”

“Thanks,” you smile, eyes sad. “I know I’ll find a way to be happy here. But right now, I just miss home. I miss Mimsy.”

“Mimsy?”

“My best friend,” you clarify. “She’s the fucking best. Completely unhinged. Obsessed with true crime and conspiracy theories. Zero filter.”

“She sounds like fun.”

“She is. She’d get along with you guys great,” you say. “It’s hard though. The time difference and everything sucks. And we talk a lot now but I’m just worried about the future. Like, what if it gets too much, with the distance, and we get busy and drift apart. She’s been in my life since I was like six years old. I guess it freaks me out to think about her not being there, you know?”

JJ nods. “Guess that’s like me and John B. We’ve been best friends since kindergarten. I can’t imagine how it would feel being, like, six hours apart.”

“It sucks,” you chuckle. “And it’s not just that, either. I feel like I have unfinished things in Vancouver. It’s like I left before I could close the book, if that makes sense.”

“What kind of things?” JJ wonders. He shifts in his seat to face you better. Neither of you are paying much attention to fishing now. 

“Romance things,” you say with a joking roll of your eyes. 

JJ’s brows raise. “You leave a man behind or something?”

“Man is a generous word,” you snigger. “But yeah, sort of. We weren’t together anymore - I mean, maybe we weren’t together ever - but I never got all the answers I wanted…I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

“Most things are,” JJ hums. You have to agree there. Nothing is ever clear-cut, black-and-white. At least not in your experience. “So, what’s the story? He cheat on you.”

“No. Least, I don’t think so,” you say. Shaking your head, you shoot him an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I don’t think I really wanna talk about it.”

“You’re good,” JJ says for a second time that day. He looks down to watch his thumb stroking the condensation on the side of his can. Tactfully avoiding your request, he then asks, “where you, like, in love with him?”

“Yes. God knows why, but, yeah,” you reply with a self-deprecating laugh. “Have you ever been in love?”

JJ squints against the sun as he looks out to the horizon. “Dunno, really. I guess you’d know if you had been in love, right? Like you’d know what that feels like.”

“Yeah, you would,” you return. 

Looking at you, JJ only hesitates a moment before he asks, “what does it feel like? Being in love?”

Smiling wistfully, you reply honestly. “It’s the worst feeling in the world.”

read part four here!

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[ronance4everbrainrot]

Moooore descendants 4 incorrect quotes with Glassheart/CharmingHeart (they back)

(and other ships)

Red: Sometimes I get so caught up on being gay that I forget I’m actually bi.

(Girl. Same)

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Maddox: Man, I’m gonna get fat if you keep feeding me all these chips and junk!

Red: I’M NOT! I was eating them and you took them.

Maddox: You said I should try some!

Red: I said they were good.

Maddox: That’s not how I heard it.

(MADDOX! HIIIII! SOME LOVE FOR YOU TOO BUDDY!)

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Red: Tomorrow’s the Cooking Contest. Maddox always tells me one thing every year. They say, “You might win if you’d stop eating your entry!” But how would I know whether it’s an award-winning dish without tasting it first? This may be a problem humanity will have to grapple with for eternity.

(AU. Red is a good cook)

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Chloe: So how’s the food Red made?

Cinderella: It's great! Compliments to them.

Chloe: *goes to the kitchen*

Chloe: You're adorable.

Red: *blushes*

(again. Red is a good cook. She invites the Charmings for dinner and then asks them for their blessing when Chloe leaves)

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Chad: we could make a boys club!

Maddox: Im non-binary.

Chad:

Chad: Anti-girls club.

(Slay. Also can't decide if Maddox should be green or purple. Maybe even orange but I chose green for now. Will change later if I'm in the mood)

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Red: Can you PLEASE peer pressure me into doing my project?

Chloe: Do it or you're straight.

Red: I said peer pressure, NOT THREATEN!

(That's too far, Chloe! Are you mad?!)

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Chloe: Operation no more distractions is a go!

*not even 10 seconds later*

Chloe: Oh, look! A butterfly!

(She's either laser focused or cannot concentrate at all)

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Red: *clicks pen*

Maddox: *clicks pen in response*

Queen of Hearts: Stop that.

Red: Stop what?

Queen of Hearts: You’re talking about me in Morse code!

Red: Yes, that’s what we doing. In our very limited time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you. Congrats, you figured us out!

*later*

Red, to Chloe: That’s actually exactly what we were doing.

(I'm surprised you kept your Head. And they absolutely did learn that because they had nothing else they could do)

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Chloe: Come on, Chad. Nobody actually believes that Red is in love with me.

Chad, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Red is helplessly in love with Chloe.

*Everyone raises their hand*

Chloe: Red, put your hand down.

(*raises hand* what more evidence do you need??)

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Chloe: The salary of a clown is 51,000 dollars.

Chloe, gesturing to Chad and Red fighting: And yet these idiots do it daily, and for free!

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Red: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Chloe made me get tested.

(It is canon now. Headcanon)

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Chloe: Anything else?

Red: Yeah. Stay away from me!

Chloe: Alright. See you in the room we share

(Literally them. Canon. can also be switched)

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Queen of Hearts: If looking good was a crime, you’d be a law abiding citizen.

(rather that and not off with my head)

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Queen of Hearts: We are gathered here today because someone- *glares at Red’s coffin* -couldn’t stay alive!

(Oop-. Damn. She would care more tho. I think..)

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Queen of Hearts: So you're looking for information on this thing, huh? Well, I feel like it must be from far away.

Mal: What makes you say that?

Queen of Hearts: If it's something even I don't know about, then I'm sure nobody else must have a clue. So it's gotta be from some faraway place. Impeccable reasoning, isn't it?

Mal: Your Majesty.. You don't have a clue about this thing, do you?

Queen of Hearts: *screams in anger*

(Just a meeting between two Queens ✨. Canon

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Queen of Hearts: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’

Maddox: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

(ssSSHHhhH. Not so loud. Don't want you to lose your head. Canon tho)

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Red: I’m terrible at expressing myself.

Uma: Don’t worry, actions speak louder than words.

Red: Yes, but my actions are also bad.

(Girl same. Getting advice from the principal ✨ she probably did something 👀)

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Queen of Hearts: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

(She for real does make it everyone's problem)

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Hope you liked it!

Wanted to add more but then it would have been too long.

So the next one has more of the OGs

Byeeee

[chrissdollie]

good girl

warnings/notes: dirty thoughts (no smut tho), reader is girly/fem, pet names (good girl and sweetheart), cursing, crybaby!reader, SUPER SLOPPY/NOT PROOFREAD!

as you helped chris with his homework, he couldn't help but stare like he always did. you've been his tutor for about two weeks, and chris is sure he's in love. he stares at your glossy pink lips as they move, wanting so badly to suffocate you with his. what's a pretty girl like you wasting your time on someone like him anyway? not that he's complaining, he loves having you all for himself for a short amount of time everyday after school.

but he can't help wanting more.

is that weird? maybe. however, you wouldn't think so. you've had a crush on chris forever which is 3/4 of partially the reason you started tutoring in the first place. you think he's the absolute coolest and you're giddy whenever you're getting ready to see him.

"no.. but you're kinda close!" you look at one of his answers from yesterday's homework. he furrows his brows as chews on the back of your pen, forgetting that it's not his. you watch his lips wrap around the top of the pen, feeling mesmerized.

"yn? you okay?" you look up at the boy, still in a daze. you see him swallow, his adam's apple bobbing. you lick your lip swiftly before coming back down to earth. "yeah, sorry, just a little tired i guess." you smile. he holds back a smirk. he may be stupid in school, but he's extremely intelligent when it comes to you.

however, he just nods. "we can take a break." he shrugs, getting bored of this subject anyways. he’d much rather learn about you. you agree, putting your mechanical pencil down. he leans back in his chair, stretching out his muscles. he wasn’t even trying to show off, but you just happen to suck in a breath, mentally taking a screenshot of him.

“d’ya want some water or something? you hungry?” he asks politely. you stand up out of your chair. “it’s okay, i can get some.” your hand lightly brushes his shoulder as you walk out of his bedroom.

you head downstairs to the kitchen where you pour yourself a glass of water. matt’s sitting at the counter on his laptop, doing homework as well, you assume. after a few seconds, you hear, “he’s too pussy to ask you out himself,” matt starts out of nowhere. you turn around confused, full glass in hand.

you’re about to mutter a confused “huh?” but he keeps going, not looking at you, opting to stare at his screen. “so unfortunately you’ll have to be the brave one and make the first move.” he scrolls on his laptop nonchalantly, like he hasn’t told you the most fabulous news.

granted, you’re still confused. you know he’s talking about chris, that’s obvious, you aren’t dumb. but why wouldn’t he ask you out? is he afraid? that’s kinda cute, you think. “why doesn’t he wanna ask me out himself?” are you're a nervous wreck. you’ve never ever been the one to initiate any sort of romantic event in your life!

a recognizable voice is heard from behind you. “who?”

you shriek, dropping the glass of water. the glass shatters and chris is quick to grab your shoulders and pull you back before any shards hurt you. your hand quickly flies to your mouth. “i’m so sor-“

matt gets up from where he was sitting. “i’ll get the broom.” he exits the room which leaves you and chris for just a minute or so before matt returns. the water is spreading on the floor so chris grabs paper towels.

he kneels on the floor, soaking up the water as you stand frozen. tears begin to form in your eyes as a lump grows in your throat. you try to blink past them as best as you can before anyone sees you. they’ll think you’re childish, crying over a spilled glass.

what if chris doesn’t want you anymore? how dare you come into HIS house and break something so fragile. you’re ashamed of yourself. but what if he doesn't actually like you? what if matt's lying as a joke? you choke on a sob, causing a strange noise to come out. chris perks up, looking up at you. he leaves the paper towels on the floor as his face changes quickly, feeling concerned

he gets up. “oh sweetheart.” he coos, wrapping his arms around you. you’re engulfed in his large figure as you let the tears spill into the pink t-shirt that he put on just for you, not that you knew that.

matt re-enters the kitchen, raising a brow at chris as he strokes your hair with a hand. he shakes his head slightly as if to say “don’t talk.” and he points his chin towards the mess that’s still on the floor. matt folds his arms and frowns, thinking chris wants him to clean it.

but chris mouths “leave it there” and matt nods, leaving the broom against the counter as he exits the room again, letting you two have a moment. you’re babbling apologies into chris’ chest and he ‘accidentally’ smells your hair.

“you smell really nice” he whispers unintentionally, not meaning to say it aloud. his face immediately tenses. oh gosh, you’re gonna think he’s such a weirdo. but you don’t.. at all. you appreciate the compliment and you think he’s trying to distract you from the little mistake, which you appreciate.

you smile softly. “thank you. i-its strawberry pound cake.” you hiccup. chris cheeses. you’re adorable. you apologize again, “i’m really sorry about the cup. and the mess..”

he shakes his head and shushes you softly. “got that for like two bucks at target, don’t worry about it.” he reassures you and pulls away from the embrace, seeing your face all red. “yer a good girl, could never be mad at you.”

he wipes a tear freshly fallen from your eye, your lashes being long and delicate. in your head, you’re freaking out, no longer worrying about the glass. you remember what matt said earlier, which brings butterflies to your stomach

you feel very shy and dopey now. you break eye contact and grab his hand. “i have feelings for you.” you admit, getting straight to the point. “like really big. gigantic. so uh.. if you want, we could go out or something..” you nervously confess, waiting for a response.

meanwhile chris is like HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHIT. he can’t believe this is happening?? you?? and him?? together?? on a date???? hes already thinking of places he could take you to.

he hums and you look up at him. his thumb brushes your face again, but this time it’s against your cheek. “do you like Italian food?”

a/n: literally what is this i’m so sorry. i decided on a plot halfway thru writing it was supposed to be a suggestive thing but i didn’t wanna lead u guys on bc i don’t write smut lmao.

tags: @latinasforchrizz @leah-loves-lilies

[jujumin-translates]

★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 1 - New Prologue

Towa: (So this is Veludo Station~. It’s smaller than I thought it’d be. The exit should be this way…)

Towa: (Umm, the map app says…)

Towa: Yeah, over there.

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Towa: So this is Veludo Way…

Towa: (This is the heartland of theater, the place with the highest concentration of theaters in all of Japan… all kinds of theater companies, both large and small, are based here.)

Towa: (I’ve only ever seen it in videos, but there really is theater no matter where you look.)

Towa: (It’s amazing that theater continues all the way down the street.)

Towa: And just beyond that is where… the Holy Land…!

Towa: Calm down, calm down. Okay.

*Camera clicks*

Towa: (I’ll let the guys know…)

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momo has entered the chat.

momo: At Veludo Way rn

Iv: congratsss. haven’t seen where you are rn in a hot minute lol shiki: That’s Veludo Way? Kar: AI detected momo: But it’s legit! Kar: Kinda blurry tho shiki: Congrats on your long-awaited pilgrimage to the Holy Land! Happy for you! momo: Haven’t gotten to the Holy Land yet. Gotta calm down first Iv: lol you’ve gone all that way and still haven’t done that? momo: It’s called the Holy Land because it’s a sacred place that you can’t just wander into, so it’d be impolite to be too careless about it Kar: What’s with the sudden essay lmao Iv: bestie’s trying to hit the nerd count shiki: You’ve been working hard all this time to get to the Holy Land, so you should enjoy it to the fullest. momo: I’ll do that!

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*Bump*

Towa: !?

???: “--Gh.”

Towa: Huh…

Towa: (He’s crouching down? I wonder if he’s okay… is it my fault for bumping into him…?)

???: “The hell are you doing?”

Towa: (Huh? That voice, I think I’ve heard it before…)

???: “C’mon, let me give you a hand.”

Towa: …G-GOD-za’s Haruto Asuka and Shift Arakawa!?

Shift: “It’s no use~... I can’t walk~...”

Haruto: “You drank too much.”

Shift: “My life’s a mess… I can’t even take another step forward…”

Haruto: “Quit overreacting just because you two broke up!”

Towa: (Ah, could it be… this is Veludo Way’s specialty…)

Shift: “I’m not overreacting! I’m always stuck playing a supporting role. At best, I’m just here to be used. I’ll never have a starring role!”

Shift: “If I keep living like this, I’ll just be stuck as a supporting role in someone else’s life.”

Shift: “What’s even the point of living like this…?”

Haruto: “Then live your own life, not someone else’s. The reason you can’t do that is because you put others at the center as the starring role.”

Haruto: “You’re the leading role in your own life. You’re the one who gets to decide what kind of life you live.”

Shift: “I’m the starring role in my own life…”

Towa: (I can’t believe they can do theater like this without a script…)

Towa: (I’ve only ever seen videos of street acts, but they were doing it so naturally. Amazing…)

Haruto: Thank you very much~!

Towa: --.

Shift: Past GOD-za performances are streaming until tomorrow! It’s only for a limited time, so don’t miss out!

*Applause*

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Towa: (It was way too lucky of me to be able to see a street act done by GOD-za’s top two here…!)

Shift: Ah, sorry for bumpin’ into ya before.

Towa: !! No! Don’t worry about it!

Shift: See ya.

Haruto: Thanks for watching us~.

*Footsteps*

Towa: Haaah~... I should’ve taken a video…

Towa: (Veludo Way really is the place to see street acts done by a whole bunch of different theater companies.)

Towa: (Maybe I’ll see them too…)

Towa: (No way, it’d be impossible to have that kind of crazy luck two times in a row, but, but, what if I really did meet my oshi…)

Towa: --.

*Paper rustling*

Towa: (It’s something that’s way too good to ever actually happen, but I’ve decided that in the unlikely event that I do meet him, I’m going to make sure I get him to autograph this.)

Towa: (My most treasured possession…)

Towa: Ah, wait, did I bring a pen to get his autograph…

Towa: (Huh, I don’t have it. Did I seriously forget it~?)

*Wind blows*

Towa: Ah--!

*Paper falls to the ground*

???: …?

[ Next Part ⇢ ]

[celtyshiftingrealitiddies]

AWAKE SHIFTING TIPS +

SHIFTING METHOD: FOCUS METHOD

Type: awake (similar to meditation;begginer friendly)

Hiii so one of my friends in a server asked for tips on awake shifting which inspired this post. I'm gonna give up guys some tips for beforehand to really get u in a good state to shift via this meathod bc if u jump right in and aren't usually the meditation type it might be more difficult but imma explain all the meditation stuff like a for dummies book and make it easy for yall (yay!).

Pre-attempt: So firstly to make it easier for you to start the meathod you can do some breathing techniques, you can look up some on YouTube if you'd like but I'll also recommend one of my favs. So this breathing technique is simple actually all you gotta do is breathe into your chest and let the oxygen flow to your head (hold ur breathe and focus on feeling the oxygen move to your head). Do this for a while till you like feel serene/at peace/relaxed or till you forget what you were doing bc u were to focused on breathing whichever comes first shouldn't take to long dw you'll be suprised.

Secondly you can use a hand mudra imma put a chart down below i made btw. The purpose of this is bc for the meathod your gonna want to hone in and hand mudras are kinda like the difference between using a marker and a fine point pen. if your gut is wanting to do something specific with your hands on its own listen to it, if not use one of these or whatever u come up with as long as you stay away from ones that are kinda rounded, and ones with ur hands separated. I've found that when I try and reality shift a sharper mudra with both hands will really sharpen your energy/intent.

MEATHOD TIME YAY

So if your using a mudra (Not nessasary) have it picked out beforehand to use.

The Focus method (How I Usually Shift)

So your gonna get in a comfortable or safe space where you can be fully relaxed and just focus on shifting. This method can be done laying down, sitting, standing whatever.

Imma give you guys 2 versions use whichever works for you.

Version 1: Pick out your dr first, now you have your intention set for what your doing with this method. Now your gonna focus, not about anything in particular simply focusing. When you start to feel like pulses/brainwave type sensations you'll know you've achieved the type of focus needed. Keep maintaining your focus at some point you'll probably notice your surrounding/the world around you fading/changing, it's working don't shift your focus to that tho keep maintaining the focus until you feel yourself coming back to your body. Your dr body on your own.

Version 2: alright version 2 has slightly different begining steps. After you've picked out you dr your going to imagine it/things about it until you can lock in on its essence. This can come from the most stupid random small things, you might feel like it needs to be something that encapsulates the whole dr but nah just keep thinking about your dr until you hit that one thing that bridges you to it in that moment.this is a feeling you'll be able to tell what I mean because the thing will bring you the essence of your dr. Now once you've locked onto the essence you can start your shifting attempt. (You don't need to continuously feel that essence thing btw you just need to have locked onto the energy for your shift bc the next part will bring you there). From here you'll focus, (again not on particulars) simply focusing on focusing. Keep focusing until your world, cr, any world; it fades away. Don't divert your focus when you feel your surroundings shifting and changing, keep maintaining your focus until you drift back to being present in your body once more. Your dr body; when you emerge.

Merry shifting~

The game :P

[tofulikesmala]

hey I was just wondering if you could right for Manjiro sano with a s/o that has ADHD and if you can't that's completely alright, have a good day/night!

Manjiro with a s/o who has ADHD

First off, with your hyperactiveness, you guys are just two peas in a pod :D

With the two energetic babies now, Draken can only groan in pain

I'd say he probably won't be much of help....

He definetely CAN'T stay still, so both of you just goof around together

Help you remember stuff? What stuff?

He would be more patient with you tho, knowing all this and that

If your ever feeling down because your frustrated, be prepared to receive a mountain load of kisses >>>

he would reassure you again, and again, he doesn't care how many times he does it, he wants to get the point across

After being a with you a while and understanding you a bit more, he got you a whiteboard to hang in your room, and even a few miniature notebooks to keep in your pocket, so that you could pen down all the 20 different thoughts rushing in your head and you won’t forget it

always reassures you AGAIN with your overthinking, Mikey is very observant and can tell when your feeling down

[littlemisskookie]

Free Use: Ch 8

Free Use: Ch 8

Free Use:  Index

Ship: Crush!Taehyung | Reader | feat. Jungkook

Description: Childhood Friends/Crush/Neighbors/College!AU. Your long time crush agrees to be your dom.

Warnings: Free Use Kink, Dom/Sub Relationship, Dom Taehyung, Dom Jungkook, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Degrading, Dirty Talk, Objectification, Fingering, Ruined Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Pain Kink, Spanking, Slapping, Choking, Cuckholding? Jungkook is very mean and a brat tamer, Y/N gets railed in a janitors closet, i wouldn’t be surprised if i’m forgetting something, this is really vile i’m sorry i’m depraved, ITS ALL CONSENSUAL THO THIS IS HER DREAM AND MINE TOO

Word Count: 4,188

A/N: I think you can tell how horny I was making this.

Surprisingly, Jungkook acts completely normal around you at school, even after he listened to you get railed and witnessed your expressions to your anal virginity being taken. He was so cavalier about it, you wondered for a moment if you had simply had some perverted dream instead. His bunny grin still seems so innocent, doe eyes so pretty. Nothing like the man who degraded you for the obscene acts you enjoyed with Taehyung. The more you'd stare at him absentmindedly, the more convinced you were that they couldn't have possibly been the same person. Jungkook, sweetheart muscle pig, himbo king, best friend of Taehyung?

You must've been too obvious with your gawking during class, however, because you feel someone's breath near your ear as you write. "Keep staring and soon everyone’s gonna know you’re desperate," Jungkook whispers, sending shivers down your spine. You stiffen, turning to look at him with widened eyes, before demurely looking back down at your desk. Jungkook looks amused, blowing cold air on your neck. Goosebumps appear along your skin, which Jungkook takes note of. “I wonder what they’d think if they knew you loved having Taehyung’s dick in your ass.”

You squirm, eyes squeezing shut as you tried to remain composed. Jungkook pushes back some of your hair to see your face, seeming delighted in your flushed complexion. “It’s alright. I can keep a secret.”

He smirks, straightening up to walk back to his seat.

You crossed your legs and tightened your grip on your pen, gnawing on your lip. Taehyung didn't have this class with the two of you. Would he be ok with Jungkook flirting with you without his presence?

You didn't have to worry for long, however, because you're greeted with a text from Taehyung to meet you in the Humanities section. You followed his directions only to end up in a near empty hallway, with nearly nothing around aside from the janitors closets and a few empty professor offices. You double check Taehyung's text before a hand is on your mouth. You're dragged into a tiny utilities closet, being knocked back into a hard chest. The mystery man turns you around, knocking your back against the door, hands grabbing your wrists and pinning you in place. 

His mouth meets yours, tongue diving in and having it's way with you. Your eyes fly open, pulling back. "Taehyung?"

He flips the light-switch on beside him, and you're met with the sight of his handsome face in front of yours. "Got it right, baby."

He kisses you again, this time a peck as a reward."Who else would it be?" you question.

"Could've been Jungkook. He told me you were staring at him during Bioethics." Taehyung snickers at it, finding it humorous as he flicks your forehead. 

"I'm sorry," you apologize.

"Why're you sorry? Makes sense for you to be staring at him considering what your last interaction was." He notices your shudder, though it didn't seem to be out of fear. "I trust you liked it?"

"I did, but I don't want you to feel jealous-"

"I think you do, though," Taehyung interrupts, closing the already small gap between you, crowding your space. "I still remember how wet you were when we finally fucked. I think you liked seeing me mad."

Your knees buckle, unable to escape as you were met with this confrontation. "Maybe."

"What do you like about it?" His fingertips lightly graze the exposed skin beneath the hem of your skirt, teasing you. His nose traces over the side of your neck, the touch featherlight."Like seeing me fuck my anger out on you? Claiming you as mine?"

"Y-Yeah..." you bashfully admit.

"No need to be ashamed, baby," Taehyung assures you. "I liked it too. I'll use any opportunity to prove you're mine and why. I'm your boyfriend now, right?"

You smile and nod, raising to your tip-toes to kiss him. "Yeah, you are."

"I know you're attracted to Jungkook. It's fine, baby, it doesn't matter. You know who owns you." Taehyung cradles your face in his large hands, his touch so soft and gentle. "Jungkook can fuck you good, I don't mind letting him. I know I can fuck you better."

"Is this leading up to something?"

"Jungkook's getting chewed out by his coach as we speak. He texted me about it. I figured I'd be a good friend and give him something to help with stress relief." One hand disappears, the other having a firm grip on your jaw, holding you in place to look up at him. "You're basically a toy anyways, aren't you?"

"Yes," you say breathily, "you own me."

"Wanna let Jungkook play with you then? I'll be right outside this door and let him take out his anger in fucking you. I know a slut like you'd always desperate for cock." His breath runs over your lips, and your knees buckle beneath you. 

"Yes. Wanna please him."

"Mm, what a good toy." Taehyung grins down at you. "Should I text Jungkook to come here now then? Tell him to rail you as I keep watch?"

You nod, leaning your head against Taehyung's chest. He whips out his phone, letting you stare down at his screen as he sends the text. You don't fail to notice his lockscreen was now a picture of you from your Instagram. You smiled, a small wholesome moment before the most unsanctimonious sins would be performed, kept for yourself. You'd have to remember to have Taehyung and you take couple photos once you had time. 

"Jungkook's gonna be real happy about his gift," Taehyung says, kissing you softly. "Just say the safeword if you need to and he'll stop. He'll take good care of you."

You wondered how he knew this about Jungkook, but then realized it was likely they had shared women before. Jungkook seemed all too keen on listening in on you, and Taehyung in turn letting him. Taehyung would now be hearing you fucking Jungkook. They seemed to just have that sort of relationship. 

"Same for you," you remind him, Taehyung returning your soft smile.

"My girlfriend's so cute," he says, hand pulling at your skirt, bunching up the fabric to expose your pussy. "Jungkook's gonna have fun wrecking you. He's gonna end up addicted."

"Sir, touch me."

"Can't do, baby. Gotta have manners, let Jungkook have his turn. I'll have my turn with you after."

You hear a knock at the door, a unique pattern. Why did it not surprise you that Jungkook and Taehyung had a secret knock? What dorks.

Taehyung opens the door, the space becoming more crowded as Taehyung pulls you against him, your back against his chest. Jungkook stands in front of you, towering over you as you were trapped between them.  He grins down at you, the same sadistic smile you were getting used to on Taehyung. It was like a lion that was about to play with its food. "This my gift?"

"Thought you might benefit from a stress toy or something," Taehyung shrugs nonchalantly. His hands rub your arms, keeping you secure. "You seem tense."

It was true. He seemed all puffed up, either with hot air, smoke from how he was fuming inside, or raw energy. It was a kin to a bull before it was released into the ring at a rodeo. "Yeah, I guess I should blow off some steam." His grip slides down to your throat, pulling you closer to him. "Want me to use you, Y/N?"

You nod, trying your best to keep your breathing steady and composed. "Yes, please, want it."

You feel a quick breeze and sting of pain on your cheek, another one quickly following your other cheek. You let out a moan, squirming between the two men as you reach out, grasping onto Jungkook's shirt as your knees buckle. He curses under his breath at your reaction, and soon you're feeling his erection on your hip. "Little painslut. Can't believe this shit turns you on."

Taehyung grins, reaching for the door knob. "I'm gonna go keep watch. Wouldn't want anyone finding you fucking my girlfriend."

He closes the door behind him, and you're left alone with your dear friend, Jungkook. At this moment though he seemed anything like the youngest you had grown up with. He has you step back until your back meets the wall next to the door, close enough for Taehyung to surely be able to hear every dirty word Jungkook called you. He immediately flips your skirt up, making you squeal in response. His hand immediately cups your bare pussy, finding his digits soaked to no one's surprise. "Shit. I swore once when you crossed your legs that I saw your pussy, but I thought I must've been seeing things. You're so gross, Y/N."

"Taehyung asked me not to-"

"Because you gave your underwear to him immediately? Offered him your pussy? Like some kind of street whore? It just screams you were desperate to be fucked." Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. "God, why couldn't you pick me, huh? I knew you just as long as him. It's so unfair." He whines out the words, fingers thrusting into you, his movements rough and punishing. He finds your g-spot with ease, grinning wickedly as he sees you start to crumble.

"I'm sorry, it was always him," you gasp out, mewling when his thumb started stimulating your clit. 

"Mhm, guess I should be happy we're so close then. Either way I'd fuck you. You would've been destined to be shared between me and Tae." He bit his lip, feeling your walls begin to squeeze around his digits, the loud sounds of your wet pussy filling the room. "I knew you'd be so wet for me. Always knew I'd get to fuck you one day. Something about you just screamed slut."

You try to reach down to his erection, only for him to force your head to straighten up again, grip squeezing slightly on your throat. His pace inside you stills as he forces you to make harsh eye contact with him. You reach up to his hand, nails dragging into his forearm as he glared at you. How had it never occurred to you before how hot Jungkook was when he was angry? "Did I say you could touch me? Thought you were supposed to be good. Are you only a good girl for Tae?"

"I'm already so close! This is supposed to be for you."

"I'm a big believer in ladies cum first," Jungkook says, curling his fingers again in reminder, keeping you at that edge. "It's our first time, after all. Don't want you getting a bad impression of me."

"Thought this was stress relief," you shot back.

Jungkook growls out, choking you in that way that made you feel light headed and curling his fingers inside you repeatedly, pounding at your g-spot as his palm ground against your clit. You gasped out, staring back at Jungkook, whose nostrils flared in anger. "You're lucky I like to break brats like you. Go on and cum, since you just want to hurry and get punished so badly. While I'm still feeling nice."

His tongue pokes at his cheek in concentration, and soon your spasming over his fingers. "Ju-" You somehow manage to moan out his name loudly enough for him to have to let go of your throat and cover your mouth. He stared at your expression, your eyes crossing as you orgasmed against his digits. He lets you ride out your high, your thighs glistening now from the mess he made of you. He pulls out his fingers, rubbing your folds, making you cringe in oversensitivity. 

"Fucking slut, don't you know you have to be quiet?" Jungkook scolds you. "You want everyone to see you in here getting fucked, huh? Want them to see how wet you get just from being slapped around? Want them to see how wet you get for me?" You're given no time to defend yourself before he's pressing against you, mouth against yours. You realize this is the first time you've kissed Jungkook. His style of kissing you was different from Taehyung. Taehyung is all consuming, dominating you easily. Jungkook's is more coaxing, more soft and playful. It was like he was easing you into a false sense of security before he reminds you what he's about to do. You moan into the kiss, your hands pulling him in as he presses his body against yours. He lifts one of your legs, hooking near his waist to grind against you. You feel the fabric of his uniform slacks against your pussy, moaning into his mouth.

"Can't believe you're letting me treat you like some object," he mumbles against you. "Letting Taehyung pimp you out like this. You're such a whore."

You whimper as he quickly works to undo the buttons on your shirt, revealing your bra. He roughly pulls down the cups of your bra, teeth catching a nipple, giving you harsh treatment. You slap your own hand over your mouth, trying to keep your moans down as best you can. Jungkook lets go of you, showing a sadistic grin. "Stupid girl learned something for once, huh?"

You twist your face into a scowl, immediately wanting to bite back. "My grades-"

"Doesn't matter, you're still stupid." He turns you around, hand cracking down on your ass. You yelp immediately, unprepared, the moan no doubt escaping the thin walls of the janitor's closet. "See? What'd I just tell you? Stupid girl can't keep quiet even without a cock in her."

You keep down your whines as he continues spanking you, one hand lifting your skirt to let him see and the other punishing you with a force that made you jolt. "You're stupid because you just need a guy to tell you how dirty you are for your brain to become mush. You handed over your panties without even thinking. You kept this wet pussy from us for years when you could've been getting fucked the way you're supposed to. Aren't you such a stupid girl for that?"

He delivers a harsh slap right at your pussy, making you rise to your tip toes at the mix of pain and pleasure. "Say you're a stupid girl if you want me to fuck you."

"I'm a stupid girl," you blurt out immediately, earning a cocky grin from the handsome man. Your heart began racing as you look behind you to see him unbuckling his belt and pulling out a condom.

"Yeah?" His tone is so cocky. You hold your breath in anticipation when you feel his tip pressing against your entrance. Jungkook only teased you, however, arm reaching around you to tug you closer to him, his frame caging yours as his fingers danced down your abdomen. "Why's that, huh?"

"B-because I should've told you guys the truth earlier," you blabber, trying to move your hips back. Jungkook's fingers rubbed circular motions around your clit, making it impossible for you to stay still. Jungkook held you in place however, enjoying watching you squirm. "That I'm a slut."

Jungkook hummed, kissing your neck, fingers continuing to drive you crazy. He pushes his hips forward, trapping you snuggly against him as he plunges his dick inside. Both of you moan out at the feeling, your legs left quivering as you try to stabilize yourself. "Can't believe you kept this pussy from me," Jungkook gasps out, hips rutting against yours, his grasp on you tightening. "I should've been fucking this pussy ages ago, could've felt you creaming my cock, and would've if you hadn't kept it from me. Stupid, selfish little slut."

You moan from how much he filled you, aiming at that spot that had your toes curling. "I'm sorry!"

Jungkook yanks your hair back, making your back arch. "You haven't even begun to feel sorry yet," he growls, kissing you with a ferocity as he kept your head in place, grip firm in your hair. He was consuming all of your senses, the cramped space giving you nothing to give you get distance. You were reminded of when you danced with him at the club, the first time he even began to direct his behavior to you. "Take this cock you were so desperate for."

He lets go of you, hands securing on your hips to fuck you deeper, as though he were really using you as a toy to relieve stress. You moan out, eyes welling up with tears from feeling the tip touch your cervix. Jungkook notices, diving in to the hilt and slowly grinding his hips against yours, skin pressed together. His hand returned to your clit, making your muscles tense up from the simulation from both ends. "Can you handle it?" He breathes the words out, his fingers making it hard to focus.

"Yeah, use me. I can take it." You say the words with full confidence.

Jungkook lifts one of your legs up, rotating your hips as he spreads your legs apart, drawing his hips back to thrust as deeply into you as he can. You moan out from the feeling, arms scrambling onto the wall as you try to keep your balance. You mumble something under your breath, the words coming out louder than intended due to Jungkook's thrusts.

"What's that?" He asks, turning your head back to him. "I didn't hear you."

You bite your lip. "Said 'Surprised you didn't go for the ass.'"

"Don't have lube on me. I figured I'd use your ass next time we fuck." You clench down on him at his words, and he catches on. "You didn't really think this would be the only time we'd fuck, huh? Nah, pussy's too good. Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but this isn't going to be the last time I fuck you. You'd better get used to feeling this dick up in your guts." His smirk looks more like a sneer as he sees how his words affect you. "I'm so lucky you ended up being such a gross pervert."

"I-I'm not a perv," you insist.

"Yeah? Only a pervert would like this nasty shit. You get so wet just from us being mean to you. It's pathetic."

His wet mouth is sucking hickeys on your neck, his free hand coming down to toy with your clit. "I'm gonna cum," you groan out. The desperate sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the janitor's closet. You were sure Taehyung could hear every sordid sound, your own whines and moans included, from his position just outside the door.You feel his smile against your skin as he pushes you closer to the precipice. 

You don't get the satisfying end of riding out your orgasm, however, as Jungkook immediately pulls out and away. Your back meets the door, hands held above your hand in a singular grip. His hand comes down on your spasming cunt, and you close your legs out of instinct. "Open your legs right fucking now." Your legs fly apart, another hit making you flinch in pain, legs twitching as Jungkook continued slapping your pussy. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you were left trembling from the ruined orgasm.

He pulls you in, giving you some sweet kisses as you gathered your breath. "Do you want me to keep punishing you? Or are you ready to be rewarded?"

Your face is something akin to a pout. "Reward."

"Gonna be a good girl for me now?"

"Yes," you sniffle, pulling Jungkook back to you. 

He steps between your legs, hoisting you up against the door and fucking you against the wall. In hindsight it probably wasn't the most inconspicuous idea, but it didn't seem like that was Jungkook's priority. His priority was absolutely destroying you, building your orgasm fast. His mouth pants against yours, swallowing your moans greedily. "Disgusting little brat, you like me pounding you like this?"

"Yes! Feels so good," you moan out, squealing as Jungkook carried out his mission of destroying you.

“Like having your precious Taehyung outside, listening to you getting fucked?” He snickers, the laugh dark and ominous. “Let him hear those slutty noises you’re making for me? How well you take my cock?”

“Jungkook-“

“Yeah, say my name. Let Tae know how much you like being used by his friends,” Jungkook says, words coming out in a snarl. “Say my name while I fuck you like a whore.”

“Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungko-ook!” Your moans are breathy, pleasure making your guts twist as your orgasm approached.

"Gonna let me use this pussy whenever I want, too? Offer me your holes whenever I want?"

"Yes, you can do whatever you want with me." You felt like you were going to burst any second. "I'll be good for you."

"Go on, cum on my dick again. Prove to me you're a good girl."

It hits you like a tidal wave, Jungkook's kiss devouring your whine as he continued to fuck you against the wall. He cums in the condom, hips staggering against you as he pins himself against you. Eventually he lets you down, leaving you light-headed. Jungkook kept you standing, your legs wobbly. His fingers comb through your hair, fingers massaging your scalp. "You were so good for me. I knew you would be. Just had to fuck the bratiness outta you."

He adjusts his clothes to look like he didn't just ruin you in a closet, and knocks the same pattern as before. Taehyung opens the door, giving Jungkook a knowing smile. "I'll keep watch now," Jungkook says, trading places with Taehyung. You're left alone with your boyfriend, who immediately pulls you into his arms, seeing how bad your legs were shaking.

"Jungkook fucked you really good, huh?" Taehyung chuckled, admiring what a mess you had become. Your hair looked closer to a bird's nest, and your clothes were all wrinkled and in disarray. Your thighs shone under the dim light of the closet and you legs were wobbling like a baby deer. Anyone who saw you right now would know you just had an intense round of rough sex.

You nod, low on energy. Still, you turned around and put your hands on the wall, presenting yourself to him. "Your turn."

"Mm, my baby still isn't satisfied, is that it?" Taehyung groans, squeezing his erection over his slacks. "Still need my cock? You can barely stand, y'sure you can take it?"

You nod adamantly. "Wanna be a good slut for you, sir. I'm always ready to take you."

"Jungkook really fucked the bratiness out of you, huh?" Taehyung finally starts to pull out his dick, and you feel the anticipation build. "You never run your mouth like that with me, baby. You really wanted to be used like a toy, huh?"

"Yes," You hiss out the word, feeling Taehyung thrust into you. "Wanna be useful."

"I'm sure Jungkook's so grateful you let him use your pussy to get off," Taehyung purrs, deep thrusts still managing to make you wince in overstimulation. You were already beginning to feel that delicious soreness you were starting to crave. "You're such a good slut for me."

His hand starts touching your clit, and you're left whimpering in his arms. "Please, sir, I can't-"

"You're supposed to be my girl, aren't you?" Taehyung's voice is as harsh as his touch as he grabs your face, forcing you to look his way. "So shut up and take it."

You nod fervently, kissing him as you let him guide you to the edge. Taehyung buries his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on whatever skin was exposed to him. It was like he was re-claiming you, reminding you who you really belonged to. As if you could forget. “Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long. Feels like I was hard forever having to listen to Jungkook fuck you like a bitch in heat.”

“H-He was the bitch in heat.”

Taehyung laughs. “There’s the brat from earlier. I must be lucky you’re so obsessed with me. You’re my good girl.”

“Fuck, sir, please let me cum-“

“Gonna cum again, already? Fuck, you’re so greedy.” Taehyung’s teeth sink into the skin at the juncture of your neck, groaning as he bit you. “Cum for me. Cum on your favorite cock.”

Your orgasm washes over you in a tidal wave as you do exactly as you’re told, and it only takes a few more strokes before Taehyung is pulling out and cumming on your ass. You’re left panting and slumped over the wall, head dizzy and limbs worn out. Taehyung peppers soft kisses on your face and neck, giving you time to come back down to Earth. “You did so good for us, baby,” he praises. “You feeling tired?”

You nod dumbly, letting out soft sighs at the feeling of Taehyung lips. “Yes, sir.”

“Mm, we’ll take care of you.” Taehyung smooths your hair, looking at you with an admiring gaze. “Let’s get our girl taken care of, hm?”

[devastatinglygreen]

Do you like the way they did the Lady Whistledown reveal and fight?

hmm.

i didn't have a particular problem with it? i think the after effects were a little heavy for the previous episodes but i understand that it's a tv show and they're going to be dramatic. i think if they wanted that much room for it, it should have probably happened earlier, maybe mid ep 6 because i think some things got lost in translation after that.

the back and forth felt slightly overdone to me to keep it going and giving them space at the end would have probably benefited the story arc as a whole.

i don't have an issue with the fight itself, i think colin had every right to be pissed and i think penelope had the right to fight back on her choices. i like that they brought his ego into a bit like they do in the book, if LW had written something about me the way she did colin in the beginning of s3 i would be humiliated too i think. also horrified that that's what they thought of me? i would rethink everything i ever knew about that person and how they perceived me. it would probably make me feel like puking tbh. and i'm dramatic too, i would make it everyone's problem while i'm pretending to be fine, ha.

and i get pen's side too. she knew he was being fake af and she's like this ain't you. but i think sometimes she forgets how the truth hurts most of all and she was being impulsive with her writing at times. she's written some terrible things in the name of love and protection and being forced to face that is probably humbling and guilt ridden. knowing you hurt the person you love most in a way that made them question themselves as a person? i'd simply lay on the floor and stay there.

i need to rewatch tho, i think the anticipation of the LW confrontation had me distracted during other episodes and i need to see how all the tension builds up to it. like he knows something is wrong but to go from thinking maybe thinking someone doesn't love you the way you love them and struggling to cope with that while deciding that you need to be a better person to earn that love to discovering that the person you love is the person who not only hurt you but cut you down in the first place?

nah, colin loves penelope unconditionally fr because i would have floated up out of my body and into space after that.

for all of his defensiveness about the situation i never thought he didn't love her and i know penelope took all the punches that was thrown at her because of her guilt but i do like that she immediately became transparent with honesty in regards to him, like i think sometimes as an audience that we trust penelope because she's doing what she does for 90% the right reasons in LW but the characters don't know that. she's willing to earn that trust back and i appreciated that.

[aotnumber1fan]

A crush

cw: implied tsalking, fluff, implied lime, a bit if perv armin but not rlly tho

a/n: I remember writing this at the same time as "jjk guys a and what gets them going" took so long to post this so embarassing 💀, decided to keep this family friendly, I needto build up tension and motivation for a smut shot... How are we thinking abt msby jackals + schweiden adlers?? 😋

And I keep on forgetting my aesthetic, like my blog is so messy help 😭

It all started with not so discrete looks. Every Monday and Thurday evenings, you would be seated at the same table, studying. No Armin didn't memorize your schedule, he's just observant.

Is what he said to defend himself against Connie's and Jean's call outs, Eren also struggling to believe his best friend.

"N-No I'm not stalking her– I barely even know what classes she has, or– not even what her f-favourite colours are!"

He'd raise his hands to his sides, trying to make a point, but follow up the statement with a precise assumption based on the colour scheme of the clothes and accessories you wore.

He'd preach about just finding you good looking (gorgeous), but not how he always finds the books you struggle to, and when you leave to go to the bathroom, sets them on your table.

He definitely stays shut about the times he'd noticed you were sick, and when you stood up to go throw your used tissues, slip some medicine in your purse. Somehow, he always knew what you were sick from, don't ask, he doesn't know either.

Yet.. oddly enough, you never thought much of it. You brushed it off as happy coincidences, either way– this was your favourite library, and–

Somebody was rummaging through your purse. He turned around.

...

The cute blondie, you've been sharing glances with for a while now, was rummaging through your purse. Armin, was rummaging through your purse.

You soon learned the name of said guy, Armin Arlert. Though, not after his failed fleeing attempt, Bertholdt conveniently blocking the one way out. He contemplated making a run for one of the emergency exits, but he didn't get the chance to, 'cause you were on him.

It left Armin no choice but to face the consequences of his actions.

Luckily, those consequences were exchanging numbers, and deciding to actually talk to eachother during your study sessions, which, set off a couple red flags in his mind—of how your immediate reaction to finding someone snooping in your stuff was to give them your number—but he, by no means, turns you down.

He let you have your way, and your way, is him on your bed, hickeys branding him from jaw to collarbone, face a hot red. Litterally, it looks like a fever. Your way, was kissing him goodbye, as you texted your best friend all about him. Armin, your boyfriend.

—Armin, they guy you've been stalking since the begining if the year?

And to that, you can only smile and reminisce of all your hard effort, dressing to his favourite colours, stalking his freinds—hell, even going as far as to note the days he'd staudy at the library! It brings a smile to your face, your hand rummaging under your bed to find your notebook.

Blowing some dust off the cover, you open it up and grab a pen off your bedside table, doodling a heart on a page.

The page full of photos of Armin.

[iglowlilac]

listen,

let's say you forgot something at work. maybe it's your pen. maybe it's a water bottle or, i don't know, your everyday scarf. maybe it's your little notebook. In either case, you forgot something at work, but it's that One Thing that pretty much makes you, you. a signature, in a way. it's as part of you as all of your bones; it's very you, like your dna, but made trivial. you don't even think about it like that, like it's something that holds that much significance to who you are.

but your boss does. 

your hot boss, the one that now gets on your nerves just in the same intensity you used to adore him. professionally speaking, of course. probably. you think (i mean: with your credentials, you could've been working somewhere waaaay better than... than whatever it is your boss has going on right now). he used to be your inspiration… but It doesn't matter anymore. it shouldn't matter anymore.

your boss... he's great at what he does. he is. no doubt about that. but maybe he's also a little bit too much sometimes. maybe he's a little bitch. a piece of shit, sometimes.

and maybe you're overworked and have been disappointed with him for months now. he's a mess, and at this point in your life, you should've been able to know fucking better. so, naturally, you decide to quit. 

your boss kept asking why: why were you quitting. but you tried to talk to him for too long now. and when you quit, you're angry and exhausted and feeling frustrated with life, really, so you leave that workplace in such a hurry that you end up forgetting your signature stuff in there. let's pretend (assume?) it's a little notebook, the one that's very you. you're always carrying it around with such a devotion, it could be your own heart. 

then again: you don't think about it like that. but your boss does. you don't think about retrieving this ordinary yet sacred little notebook (it's... whatever. you can get another one), but your boss finds it and, knowing very well it belongs to you, he caress its pages - the ones you've written out most of your creative ideas, the ones maybe you've drawn out, in sharpie, silly faces, when you were spacing out a little bit. 

your boss holds your little notebook with such a devotion… he can't take his eyes, his hands, off it. he knows he fucked up with you. he doesn't know how to fix it, tho (he knows he can admit to you he was in the wrong, of course. but how could he have you back? would you even be back? and why would you do that, when now, more than ever, it's pretty clear you deserve more than everything he's been offering to you, which is stress, for the most part).

he's sorry. like, really, really sorry. he's actually pretty sad you left, but because he's feeling shitty all the time, he doesn't even have the language to admit it or articulate this sadness just yet. for now, he's nothing more than a coward. he'll keep your notebook to himself. he'll never say a word about it.

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

People finding out Ruby Marina actress is in s3 and they are overjoyed because it means she’s gonna kill herself and they are happy about her ending herself for some reason weirdo pen stans as pen girly first and for most I’m beyond disgusted but not suprised and the people who ship Eloise and Philip girlies again white nasty woman like who’s shocked because this means to them Philiose introduction or met or season is near and them interacting I’m not one bit suprised it’s ugly yt woman who gonna use Pen and Eloise as self insert to be with their desired yt man character wanting to play out their deserted tropes, to see a black female character kill herself so they can get their self insert girl to be with the yt boy they wanna fcvk over tropes yeah

they such nasty humans and that’s why they are losers who’s never getting love like I’ve seen y’all TikTok’s and trust me there’s reasons y’all ain’t desired irl and it has nothing to do with y’all lack of self esteem social skills or y’all seeing yourself as certain size or as wallflowers it has nothing to do with that y’all just huge losers and it’s clear seeing as though y’all not only want a black female character to kill herself so ur self inser ship can happen but the fact y’all are literally getting immense joy and excitement out of the idea that she’s gonna end it all just so y’all yt characters can literally interact

nasty and you keep crying to yourselves about Colin not loving Marina or Philip not Marina and that their only love is Pen and Eloise but it won’t change the fact i don’t know Philip but I know for fact Colin loved her down otherwise he wouldn’t still be going to see her in s2 just because she was Colin first love doesn’t in any way take away from Penelope being Colin true love and soulmate two things can co exist actually colin loved Marina with everything in him she was his first love eveyone has first love they can never forget even tho they love their true love more then anything same way Penelope is Colin whole heart and he just didn’t and wasn’t seeing her earlier in life same way Marina had huge fondness for Colin but George was her true love!

He didn’t love her I mean Bridgerton kids literally from birth are thought to only marry for love and Colin is definitely not the kinda guy who marries just to marry the whole motto in that family ingraved into their mind is to marry for love and Colin wanted to marry that girl bad and he loved her down whether y’all like it or not it’s not gonna change the facts in the show or is his character nor is gonna change how Penelope is his one tue paring his soulmate his true and end love guys!

First love dosent have to mean true love/soulmate or endgame as y’all can clearly see it! y’all can accept that Anthony loved that other girl and Ben that dress maker but aren’t using that to undermine them or the love for their endgame characters or the love they felt had for these woman before they meet their person so why can’t y’all do that for Colin with Marina if it? I wonder? I know why so fcvk y’all who got all excited in the idea of Marina coming back means her dead her cruel suicide

After everything she went true just know your moms a hoe and May that be your faith not S but no love ever!

Tell me exactly how y’all saying what y’all wanna see on first part is Marina ending herself and you should see it so the story can build up to philoise starting to interact with each other like cant they just met in another way since the show ain’t following the books all the way and you know it and are completely fine with it nw but y’all want them to follow the books this one time when it’s a black female character ending herself interestin indeed

[laugtherhyena]

Bunch of random little things about Akira i moved onto a second post because the loredrop got too big

-Her songs are a form of venting of sorts, putting her emotions and feelings into lyrics so a good handful are about the tragedy or her struggles growing up or even "simpler" topics like love and uncertainty about the future. (On a somewhat related note, i imagine her stuff sounding kinda like Willow smith, Beach bunny and No doubt songs)

-She's had 3 guitars so far; the first was a birthday gif from Teruya when she was like 13 that she used to the point of it becoming unusable and now it's hanging on the wall of her bedroom, she forgot the second one at a party and couldn't remember where the place was (Hence why she always keeps her guitar on her afterwards) and the third one is custom made.

-She keeps a notepad and pen in her pocket to write lyric/song ideas she has on the spot because otherwise she'll just end up forgetting it. Her notes there are incredibly messy and scribble to the point only Akira herself can make something coherent out of them.

-Her easy-going enough to go basically anywhere as long as it sound like it could be fun, this helped her careers quite a bit since there's been several times she was recognized at some party or event or similar thing and in some cases even asked to perform for the crowd.

-Akira's pretty fit which makes her stronger than the avarage Dra gal. As you can probably guess, that just comes naturally when one of your parents a workout freak. Ayame's always made sure Akira keeps her exercises in check.

-She worked at the Kisaragi foundation as Rei's assistant for a bit when she was around 16-17 before her music career really took off.

-Similarly to Kizuna, Akira is also very physical affectionate, tho in her case that comes in the form of hugging people and invading their personal space.

-Other than her moms, the other Class 79 survivor she's the closest with is Teruya! She used to call him uncle as kid and he's helped set up a handful of her concerts.

-She's pretty close with Minako too, for obvious reasons you know that's her grandmother, and since Minako is working on improving herself by the time she's adopted she's been a nicer grandmother than she was a mother to Kizuna. (which gives her a whole mess of conflicted feelings, but at the end of the day she's glad her daughter has a good relationship with her grandma)

-She's never met her grandfather tho, the guy sorta just vanished when Minako managed to finally divorce him Akira things is for the best they've never met because she's only heard bad things about Toshiro. She's also never met her grandparents on Ayame's side but that's because they died in the tragedy, Ayame did tell her about them quite a bit and they have some a photo of them around the apartment.

-When it comes to her biological parents, Akira really doesn't have any interest in learning about what kind of person they were because she has a pretty weird relationship with them (or their memory i suppose). She was far to young when they died to remember anything about them and and so really can't feel much for them + she can't know if the Sakamotos would have been supportive of her being trans as her adoptive family is so that adds a whole another mess of feelings to the mix.

-She's always been going by Akira, she likes the name and didn't feel like choosing a new one when starting her transition. Still on the topic of names, the reason she has both of her mom's surnames is because she insisted in doing so out of how important both Ayame and Kizuna are for her.

-Aside from her memory getting worse, Akira's second biggest fear is virtual realities/simulations because she was told by her mothers about how Mikado tried to lock all of them inside his virtual reality when the foundation got into the sim. Needless to say the idea of losing both of her parents in a flash like this was really scary for a kid, and even as an adult Akira is scared of being stuck inside a machine with no way out.

[solarishashernoseinabook]

Yk, I was going to ask this in the comments, but then I thought, why not a nifty little ask?

Do you actually write all your stories by hand? And how does it work? Cuz personally I am always put off by the fact I like, don't write fast enough to be able to keep up with the sentences forming in my head, yk. And do you then retype the chapter after you've handwritten it? Genuinely curious as to why/if/.. you prefer doing it this way

I'm glad you asked! And I'm glad you asked as an ask, because this would be a weee bit long to go in a tumblr comment 😅

I handwrite most of my fics, yeah! Tho it's more of a hybrid model instead of strictly handwriting, then typing. I bounce between handwriting and typing based on if I'm having writer's block or not. If I get stuck when typing up a chapter, I save what I have, close down my computer, and pick up a notebook and start writing from the last point I remember. Not being able to refer back to what I've written previously means I'm not stuck agonising over it, and allows me to write more freely than if I was constantly going back to earlier paragraphs. If I get stuck when handwriting, I boot up my computer again and transcribe everything. Y'know that bit of writing advice that's like "if you have writer's block, your problem is actually half a page back"? Yeah, that's why I transcribe! The process of rereading my earlier writing lets me identify what's not working and how to fix it.

TRR2 is actually the first fic where the majority of it has been handwritten beforehand, because Angel bought me a gorgeous notebook to write it in (and he got me a second to continue with!). A good portion of every chapter so far has been handwritten, and some chapters were entirely handwritten before I transcribed them :D

Further reasons I like handwriting include...

...no longer worrying so much about making it "perfect", and letting a first draft just be a first draft Sometimes in the middle of writing a scene I'll realise it works better in another character's POV, or in another setting, or any number of things. Instead of going back and changing it, I make a note saying what the change is and then keep writing as though I've already made the change. That way it doesn't break up the flow of writing and I can continue on a roll! Similarly, if a line is wonky or weird, but I can't immediately think of a better one, I just write down the wonky line and continue. Without the ability to erase what I just wrote, I don't get bogged down making every line perfect, and usually when I go to transcribe it later I have a better idea of what to write

...it helps me be more considerate of my words Wait, isn't this a direct contradiction of what I just said? Let's pretend it isn't I also write slower than I type, which I find is a bonus! My brain keeps working on the words and scene while I write, and they can often end up more refined than if I was typing everything because I had more time to turn the words over in my brain. There's also just something about handwriting things that helps my brain remember them more

...it's way more versatile I can't type on phones - it's actively very uncomfortable for me (small hands yaaay). Unfortunately, this means if I'm not at a computer, typing anything more than a couple of sentences is a no-go. Notebooks are easy to carry, don't require an external power source, and I can easily curl up with them to write in the car, in bed, or outside (bonus: it's MUCH easier to see a notebook in direct sunlight than it is to try and make out words on a screen). It also means I can write at work without worrying about keystrokes being logged, people seeing what's on my screen, forgetting a USB, or - disaster of disasters - computers crashing and erasing my data

...purely autistic/aesthetic reasons :D Writing is a huge physical stim for me. Typing can be too depending on the keyboard I'm using, but writing with a pen on paper is remarkably calming in a way that very little else is. Also, notebooks pretty ❤

thanks for dealing with all that (and also giving me an excuse to ramble on for way too long :D)!