#ooo pretty fantasy

[liyazaki]

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[saddlepunk]

my favorite game as a person who consumes most media via tumblr gifs is and always will be "guess the franchise by the end of the post" and i gotta say, im getting REALLY good at distinguishing my fantasy video games ive never played

[supercutszns]

Luke x reader where a girl, daughter of Aphrodite, flirts with him and insults the reader, causing her to avoid Luke, but later he manages to find her and confesses that he actually likes them... I don't know if they should already be together or not, but I believe in you!!! you write very well :ooo

Sorry if the idea is bad or you wouldn't want to write something like that, if that's the case please pretend you never read this 🤡🤡🫶

true colours; luke castellan

wc + pairing: 3.6k, luke castellan x child of iris! reader

synopsis: everyone wants luke castellan, including you. curse your mother for getting your hopes up.

warnings: friends to lovers, reader is very insecure, bullying, lee fletcher & will solace cameo!! some angst with a fluffy ending

notes: thank you for the request!! as always this is longer than i anticipated but hope you like it :) i also combined it with another request for a child of iris reader (i also identify as a child of iris sometimes so i lovee writing for them) also i’m pretty sure lee + a lot of parts of this are ooc sorry but i havent read the books in about a year so hopefully everything’s fairly accurate!🌈

You knew this summer would be different because your mother sent her wishes twice as much. On the first day of July, when children flood into Camp Half-Blood like a hive of wild bees, a rainbow always lights up the sky. 

This year, there were two. 

As a child of Iris you’re technically supposed to be in the Hermes cabin. But your love for art, for music, for fun, has made you a particular favourite of the Apollo cabin. Most of your friends are there. They tolerate you singing in your soft, often unsure voice. They love when you catch sunlight and filter it into prisms of colour on their cabin walls. 

You’d probably move in there permanently if it weren’t for Hermes. Or rather, his son.

Over the last few months, in the sticky summer heat, your mother knew you would fall in love. 

It's not any surprise you love Luke. Everyone loves Luke. A fact that's becoming more obvious every passing day. 

It used to bother you less. You’ve always been his meagre, hopeless friend, never any real competition to these girls. You’d basically taken yourself out of the running and instead decided to pine after him in the very back of your mind. A safe, deluded fantasy that would never happen. 

Until recently, where it seems less like a fantasy and more like a terrifying possibility. 

Over the past few weeks Luke has gone out of his way to be sweet to you. Or at least you think so. He’s spent extra time talking to you at lunch, laughing at your half-formed jokes almost in earnest. At bonfires he saves you a seat, grabs you a marshmallow on occasion. You even made him a friendship bracelet of sorts—admittedly a little ugly—but he’s never taken it off. Not since the day you gave it to him. 

Not to mention helping you last week before the archery competition. His hands lingering over yours as he steadied your bow, the curls of his breath on the back of your neck when he stood behind you. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, a tinge of mirth in his voice. “You just steady your aim and first is as good as yours.”

(You came in fifteenth.)

You don’t want to say that it’s him weakening your aim, making your pulse beat out of your neck. His nose brushes against the back of your jaw as he leans forward and you smell the pine on his skin. Is this friendly? Is he this close on purpose? Are you delusional?

It’s all you’ve been thinking about these past few days. So when Luke Castellan’s endless admirers come to the forefront of your mind, you feel like all those moments of potential buildup have been ripped away. 

“You alright there, sunshine?” 

He takes you out of your spiral with a teasing lilt you love. When you look at him, his face is a shimmering warmth, complete with boyish smile. 

“Yep,” you reply, trying to ignore the nickname making your insides flutter even though you know he’s saying it ironically.

You’ve always had a gift for identifying colour. It’s the thing you pay attention to most. Something inherited from your mother, you suppose. So you’ve memorized the way Luke’s eyes melt in the sunlight. How his scar blends with his pinking cheeks when it’s hot outside. You never told him, and you probably never will, but you’ve painted him from memory quite a few times in the Apollo cabin—always with the excuse that you were practicing. It's so blatantly obvious you're in love with him there's no point in your friends bringing it up.  

The two of you are meandering around camp before dinner, a tradition Luke started early on in the summer. You talk about high points of your day (mostly you) or share nuggets of gossip you’ve heard around camp (mostly him). It's the thing you looked forward to every morning. A time when his words are just for you. 

Idle chatter flows as you keep walking. Sometimes your arm brushes his and you have the embarrassing urge to tug yours away. You do your best not to stare at him too long or laugh too loud at his jokes. 

“Hey, Castellan!” Someone calls. 

Luke’s head turns. Your heart plummets. A beautiful girl, Aphrodite cabin, you think, is heading towards you. She’s all honey-spun hair and dazzling pink lips, and it’s obvious she knows it. You don’t know her name. But Luke does. 

They fall into conversation the second she arrives. It’s just greetings, pleasantries, but there’s a coy smile on the girl’s face that betrays any sense of disinterest. “Heard you’re not too keen on pairing up with us for the Chariot Race next week. What gives?” Her tone is pouty and playful as she taps Luke’s shoulder. She side-eyes you, lips curling imperceptibly. “I’m sure you’ll have a better chance with us.”

He lets out a strained chuckle. “Dunno, just thought it was fine to switch it up.”

Just like that, you’re out of the loop again. More of her friends flock after her, and soon Luke is tangled in a whole other world. They’re all glowing with a kind of righteousness you only get when you’re popular. You know Luke has friends, tons of them. He's the leader of the cabin with the most campers. Not to mention assertive and gorgeous. His presence is so inviting it’s a challenge not to fall in love with him. 

So you can’t blame this girl, the one that keeps touching his arm and giggling. It’s not like you’ve staked your claim on Luke—no one even knows you exist. As much as you want him to be yours, you know you’ll never stop someone from taking him first. It’s your fatal flaw, you think. Cowardice. 

You end up sidelined completely. Watching him swathed in people more charismatic than you plants an ache deep inside you. All your wishful thinking feels sour now, a pipe dream, a bedtime story to help you sleep better. Somehow it hurts more knowing that it’s nobody’s fault but yours. These people can’t be doing this on purpose. It’s just who they are. It’s who you are—always a step behind, always daydreaming. You are your mother’s daughter, after all. Just a prism reflecting everyone around you. 

Eventually, one of the boys in the group takes notice of you. He’s not nearly as captivating as Luke is—you don’t find the colours of his eyes hold as much depth. There’s also a haughtiness when he looks at you. He sneers, “What the hell do you have on your face?”

It draws the attention of others in the group. You feel like a naked sculpture in an art gallery. “Uh, what?” You stammer. 

Some of them purse their lips. The girl with Luke lets a laugh slip. You’re pretty sure you look like an idiot, waiting there with your brows wrinkled in a daze. Their gazes keep flicking over to your cheek, so your hand flies up there before you can delay any more. When you press your fingers to the side of your face, they come away tacky and pink. Mortification constricts you.

Paint. It’s leftover, half-dried paint. The colour of Luke’s cheeks in the sun. 

“Oh,” you say dumbly. It’s drowned by snickers. All you can do is find Luke, the only face you know, and ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?” without sounding too hurt. 

You know you failed when your voice comes out wrong and his ebony brows push together. “I thought it looked—”

He never gets to finish because the golden girl laughs a little louder, the pink tones in her face a little darker. “Oh my Gods, you’re that Iris kid that’s always singing, right?” She giggles sharply, cornflower eyes darting between her friends. There’s something in there you can’t quite pick up on, until it flushes the pupils of all her friends, and they all grin with a secret knowledge they want you to see. “You’re, like, really good!” The girl simpers, but her bottom lip pulls between her teeth to soften another laugh. 

“Oh, so good!” Another friend piles on. 

Their passive-aggressive chuckles start to sound like hail on a window. You shift further away from them. Dirt slides beneath your shoe, and you long to kick up more of it, displace yourself, disappear. 

You don’t look at Luke. The giggly, flaxen girl has already turned back to him, and you’re sure he’s enthralled once more. You try to stir up the image of Luke’s closeness during archery practice, the lilac bruise on his knuckles when he angled your bow, but it doesn’t take. Now, it feels like you’ve dreamed it. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Luke leaning down to catch a whisper from the Aphrodite girl’s ear. The boy that first commented on your cheek leans closer to you again. He’s suffocatingly smug when he grins, “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you go … wash that off? You don’t want to look like that at dinner.” He snorts. “For an Iris kid, you really aren’t good at taking a message.” 

If you were a more confident person, maybe you’d point out how that didn’t really make sense, or how stupid it sounded coming out of his mouth. But the sentiment of it wounds you, and you’re weak enough as is. 

"Guess you're right," you mumble. You wipe your face of paint as you leave. The memory of Luke’s skin stains you until you wash your hands off in the sink. 

You haven’t talked to him since. 

It’s been a few days of you avoiding him, and it’s hard to explain to anyone why you’ve been doing it. How do you tell the truth? Luke Castellan is a work of art and you are … a weird doodle, or something. Despite your adoration, you know there’s no reason he should feel the same for you. Everyone loves him for a reason. Everyone must ignore you for one, too. 

“Why haven’t you been talking to Luke?”

The question breaks your concentrated silence in the Apollo cabin. You’ve been sitting here for a while now, humming to yourself over a mostly blank canvas. The cabin is dusted with a lilac haze, thanks to your manipulation of the light streaming through the windows. Helps you feel less like you’re at camp and more like you’re in a fairytale. 

“Helloooo, lady, I asked you a question.”

You begrudgingly look up. Lee Fletcher, head of the Apollo cabin, is at the mouth of the cabin, gazing at all your supplies strewn about the floor like they’re a bunch of unsavoury substances. “It looks like a hurricane came in here. Now why aren’t you talking to Luke?”

“How do you know I’m not talking to him?” You mutter as Lee sits beside you. 

“Uh, because you’ve been sleeping here multiple nights in a row and you never do that. And you don’t sit with him at dinner. And whenever we see him you drag me in the other direction—”

“Lee!”

“I’m just saying, you should probably talk about it. My beautiful voice can heal wounds, yes, but not of the heart.” He splays a hand across his chest in mock theatrics.

You don’t say anything. The familiar weight of the brush against your fingertips is far more comforting than trying to talk, so you busy yourself with your canvas again. “He waits for you, you know,” Lee continues, quieter. “In the morning. And before dinner. He always asks if you’re here.”

“Oh,” you say, and your wavering voice betrays your expression. But you think of everyone else at camp, their gleaming smiles and their celebrated parents, their own cabins and friends and dreams, how you don’t seem to have any of those. You think of the girl whispering in Luke’s ear. All her shades of beauty. You know it’s wrong to compare yourself, to be jealous. You’re just … sad.

The cabin darkens from a lilac to an imperceptibly gloomier shade. A blue sort of longing gets caught in your throat, blurring the colours on your canvas. But you keep your brush steady, focused on the scratch of its bristles so you don’t have to hear what you say next. 

“I think I love him, Lee.” And then, “But I don’t think he loves me.”

There’s no sound except the scraping of your brush when it’s run out of paint, and a sniffle when a tear rolls down your cheek. 

“Oh,” Lee fills the silence the way you did just moments before. Then he says your name, laced with pity, and hugs you on the floor of his lavender cabin. 

“You want to help me lead the bonfire song tonight?” He asks after a minute. “Or at least … come to the bonfire song?” 

“No to the first, yes to the second.”

You wish you said no to both. 

The spot you choose after dinner is right next to the fire so you can distract yourself with the golden flecks of flame. Fire is so fluid, so complex, from a colour perspective. But no matter how close you get, the searing warmth can’t hide Luke’s gaze peering over the embers. 

He will not. Stop. Looking at you. 

The singing from the Apollo kids usually soothes you but tonight it’s just making you anxious. All this attention so close to you. Will Solace has been sitting next to you this whole time, your unofficial assigned companion for the night thanks to Lee. One of his siblings beckons him over, and he shoots you an apologetic look, hesitating. "Just go," you wave off kindly. "It's all good." He's not entirely convinced, and you aren't either, but he squeezes your shoulder with thanks and leaves you anyway.

Now you’re acutely aware the space next to you is wide open. And so is Luke, it seems. There’s an awkward moment where your gazes slide over each other and he weaves out of his current crowd towards you. So you do the most mature, sound thing you could possibly do in this situation:

You say you have to go to the bathroom to no one in particular and get out of there. 

It’s dark, but you’ve got sharper eyes than most. Soon the noise of the campfire is behind you. You traipse through the camp towards the bathroom,but you don’t get far before you hear something that makes your stomach drop in the worst and best way. 

Luke, calling your name. 

At first you think you can get away with not hearing him. Then he calls a second, a third, a fourth time, punctuated with, “Come on, I know you can hear me, can you just turn around?”

He’s got longer legs than you so the next time he speaks it’s practically in your ear. “Hey, just look at me. Please. I want to talk to you.”

There’s something so tender in his voice that it makes you cave immediately. But you already feel so fragile, you can feel the tears behind your eyes. You know you won’t have the strength to talk to him. 

His hand curls gently around your wrist and it sends warmth all the way up your arm. He says your name again, softer, and you love the way it sounds. You can’t meet his eyes, but you already know what he looks like. Even in the dark you picture him crystal clear. 

“Look at me,” he repeats. “I just—I need to know what I did wrong.”

His dark eyes are full and apprehensive when you heed him. You notice how much you’ve missed studying his face—the slight bunch of his brows, the tensing in his jaw. And you almost delude yourself that he’s missed you just as much, the way he squeezes your wrist and rakes over your expression.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He asks. 

“I’m not—”

“You are. I know you. Just tell me why.” 

He looks so sweet, so earnest, and it kills you. You think of the way he looked when all his friends made fun of you. It all comes up before you can help it. 

“Do you always let me walk around looking like an idiot?” You ask bitingly, staring at the floor. “The thing, with the paint on my cheek—why didn’t you tell me? I looked so stupid and all your friends just laughed at me!” 

His face falls. “I tried to tell you, I thought—”

“It’s okay to say you don’t like me, or that you’re embarrassed, or whatever, but I …” You swallow, tears thick on your lower lashes. “Everyone makes fun of me. I don’t know why you don’t.”

“Because I do like you,” he states, hand moving up to your forearm. 

“Don’t say that,” you whisper. “You’re so much … better, you know you are, and I don’t want your pity, or your spare time. I just—I made something up in my head that wasn’t there and I only noticed it the other day after you talked to that girl and that guy made fun of me and I’m really, really sorry—”

“It looked cute. I was trying to say I didn’t tell you about the paint because I thought it was cute.”

There’s a lull.

“What?” You blink stupidly. 

“I know I should’ve told you about it, but I swear I was going to before dinner, I didn’t think we’d run into anyone before then.” His cheeks tinge red. “I had this whole dumb thing planned out where I’d wipe it off your cheek and tell you how cute it was once you got embarassed. I was waiting to tell you. I was thinking about it the whole time.”

His hand on your arm is a frighteningly grounding thing. You're dumbstruck by that alone. Your lips part, but all that comes out is, “Why?”

A gentle laugh tumbles out of his throat. “Why do you think?”

His other hand comes up to brush your cheekbone, where the paint had been, and you can imagine him doing it to you on that day. How you'd probably react just the way he said you would, the way you are now. A warm orange glow blooming in your chest. “But the girl—”

“She tried whispering to me how much she liked my bracelet,” he smiles fondly. “Told her you made it for me. It shut her up. I don’t know what that guy said to you but I chewed ‘em all out the second you left. They knew I wasn’t happy. I tried looking for you but you were gone. I don't like them, you know."

You don’t know what to say. It’s too difficult, too uncertain for you to jump the gun on this. So you just stare at all the shifting colours on his face as he moves closer to you. All this time going over his every detail, and there's still more to be enthralled by.

“I found the paintings,” he says, voice so close you can feel it brushing your skin. “The ones of me. I was looking for you in the Apollo cabin a week ago and you left one out. I knew it was yours because ... I mean, there’s no one in the world that can make me look that … beautiful.” 

The last word is apprehensive but it’s spoken with an unimaginable tenderness. He looks a little teary himself. You think you’re dreaming. “I knew I had to tell you after that. I’ve been trying to tell you. But you started pulling away from me so I thought I was making it all up.”

“Tell me what?” It’s a ghost of a question between you, an impossible thing, but the hand on your arm slips around to your back and he presses it there with such certainty. 

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” He cocks his head, but you nod. “I’m in love with you, I think.”

The words cascade over you in ribbons of warmth. Your brain feels fuzzy, seperate from the rest of your body. Your mouth opens multiple times but you can’t seem to control what comes out. “Luke, are you joking?”

“Not even a little.”

“But you’ve got so many other—”

“I want you.”

“I am literally the most incompetent person alive; I can’t sing, I can’t talk to people, I have a weird knee—”

"Your knee is fine!"

"I'm just saying, this makes no sense from an outsider perspective, it's—"

“Okay, clearly the telling thing isn’t working so I guess I’m just gonna have to kiss you.”

It happens so quickly you don’t have any time to think (probably for the better). You let out a surprised “oh” before his mouth silences you, stopping every other thought. He’s gentle, thumb still rubbing your cheekbone, other hand still firm at your waist. You want to panic—where should you put your hands? How do you know you’re doing this right? But he steadies you, the way he always does, and you give in. 

He starts to smile against your lips. You’re almost positive the intensity of your heartbeat could summon a storm. When he pulls away, he kisses the corners of your mouth and you think you’re going to evaporate. “I don’t think I’m very good at this,” you whisper.

“You’re perfect.” He grins a little when your hands tentatively tug at a curl on the nape of his neck. “And none of that stuff you say is true. I mean, you’re definitely a better singer than me.”

Leaning close to your ear, he warbles out a song you know but gets the words horribly wrong anyways. You can’t help but laugh. “Okay, maybe you have a point.”

He hums and chuckles with you. You swear the moon gets brighter when he wraps his arms around your waist to kiss the side of your face. “Next time you paint me, I want to be there when you do it.”

You blush harder than you ever have in your life. “Only if you try painting me,” you say quietly.

“Of course. You’re very pretty, so I’m sure my horrible artistic skills won’t even make you look bad.”

Luke lets you press your face into the crook of his neck. You soak it up for all it’s worth. 

In the morning, you wake up in the same position. Your nose tucked against his collarbone, the shade of pink you love freckled across his cheeks. You can't wait to paint him again.

When you look out the window, you say a silent, grateful prayer to your mother.

She's given you two more rainbows.

[wakeup01]

Playing It Straight

“Roomieee. I need your help with something.” I hear the telltale high pitched cry from my twinky roommate Yuan’s bedroom. The last thing I need right now is his whiny ass distracting me.

“What it is? I have a date with this hot chick in half an hour. You better have clothes on this time dude.” My hand pushes the door to his room ajar and I see him laying down on the bed facing away from me. There was some upbeat trashy pop song playing on his sound system. Yuan begins to gyrate to the beat. “Don’t dance. No dancing.” I order bluntly, turning off his music.

There was being gay and then there was Yuan, who seemed to make it his whole identity. It was bad enough his room was colour coded in pastel purples to match his dusty lavender hair. But he had now painted the whole door too.

“It’s my big butt, I think there’s something wrong with it.” He announces with fake concern, rolling his hips on the bed sheet - revealing more of his smooth slim body than I ever dared wish to see. I make a internal note to ‘mace own eyes later’.

Yuan was not as innocent as he liked to make out and had on numerous occasions attempted to trick me into indulging in his fantasies. Gifting me a bright crop top and calling it a ‘fashionable tank top’ - it certainly turned heads at the gym the one day I wore it, or inviting me to a progressive club with the promise of scoring ‘lots of ass’. And the less said about ‘locktober’ the better, that was NOT a halloween costume. Only last week he had convinced me to listen to some gay as fuck audio tapes while I slept; obviously that crap didn’t work on a man like me. His justification always being ‘you’ll like it, I swear’. This one was a bit on the nose, even for him.

“Dude we talked about this, I’m flattered, really. I get it, I’m a gay bottoms wet dream. I can’t blame you for eying my superior meat.” I puff out my well built chest, barely contained in my tank top. “But fuck, it ain’t gonna happen.” I attempt to not make eye contact with him as he looks over his shoulder at me.

“No, like seriously. Something feels wrong, can you pleeease juth take a looksee. Pretty please.” He pulls down his shorts and moons me as I shield my eyes. It’s like the sun, you’re safe if you don’t look directly at it, right? Internal note: ‘buy more mace’.

“Serious like when you said we were in a ‘mandatory hand holding zone?” I hear muffled giggling coming from his pillow. “Bro it’s probably from all the things you shove up it.” I shudder, trying not to picture THAT in my head. “I’ll look but only if you promise me that you’ll drop that ‘I know you’re secretly gay bullshit.’ My friends at the gym heard that crap last time.”

“Hehe. Ooo thuch a manly jock. Geez, I pwromise. Meathead.” Yuan winks at me and I hated him for it. Hated the weird way it made me feel in my chest.

I sigh loudly for effect and bend down until the cleft of his…cheek is at eye level. I felt so self conscious, how on earth did he talk me into this? I look at my chiseled body just to remind myself, yes I am a man. A masculine man. God, here we go. My eyes briefly glance across his—ew—his raised butt before I quickly look away.

“Bruh I don’t see a thing. It’s a mans butt. Congratulations.” What the hell am I even looking for? I’m sat on the floor checking out a dude’s…posterior. And for what?

“Come on, look clother.” Yuan insists with a slight lisp, curving his back and pushing his rear higher.” Again, I look at my thick biceps, yes, still a man.

His hands pull at his buttocks and slowly part them, revealing his tight hole to me. Woah. One glimpse was all it took. I should have recoiled but instead I was fascinated. I’d never seen a man’s hole before, it was different…

I hear him say something to me but whatever it was, it didn’t seem too important. I couldn’t stop staring, it was like looking into a black hole, and the more I looked the more enraptured I became. It was distorting my worldview, it made me feel like I had been missing out on something all these years.

“Helloooo! See anything?”

“Uuhhh. Maybe.” I mumble, my head getting closer to his rear.

I pull away his hands and replace them with my own, laying my fingers across his round cheeks and spreading them wider. Wow, it was…dare I say, enticing? The rest of the room faded from my mind as my eyes fall deeper into his needy, winking hole. I lean in and my nose makes contact with his crack. I can’t help myself, I inhale and suck up his scent, it acts like an immediate aphrodisiac. My cock wakes up, poking against the edge of the bed.

“You have been lithening to your programming for me then. Good Meathead. Remember when you were the stuck-up clever one, going to college? That was thuch a bore.”

“Say what bro?” College? Did I…? Nah. That smart shit wasn’t for me bro, my head was like beef central. I haven’t a clue what he’s talking about but I was happy to be a good fucking meathead. Something in my mind told me I was supposed to be. It made me even more pumped about the gym session tomorrow, I gotta bulk up my pecs.

“Make sure to take lots of selfies tomorrow ‘bro’, I need to see your gains.” I continue to breathe in the sweet aroma emanating from his behind. What was I doing again? “So, anything there dummy? How about now?” giggle “Isn’t it likth so big.”

He wiggles his hips and pushes back into my face, my lips making contact with his boy pussy. My eyes go wide. Fuck, this was soo gay. I should be revolted, why am I still down here? I could get up and walk away whenever…whenever I wanted to. Suddenly my mouth felt parched, like I had spent a week in the desert. It became clear where this was going. I’m not sure if I could even stop myself at this point, one tiny thing could tip me over the edge and disintegrate my own self image. It was as If I was having an out of body experience, seeing myself pressed against him. I wouldn’t, I was stronger than this. I was straight. Straight as an arrow… straight as a…

“Eat up jock.”

F—fuck. My lips open and my tongue presses up against his rear, dragging up and down between his cheeks and then swirling around his inviting hole. It was like a dam breaking, once I started I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. He tasted too good. Ready for the main course, my tongue dives deep into him and begins to eat him out in earnest, my mouth sucking at his entrance like I’m slurping on a ice cream filling.

While giving him a very manly rimjob I think of a solution to our problem. I finish up indulging in his sweet cake and pull my face out, slapping his jiggly butt cheeks.

“So what’s the issue?” He asks impatiently.

“It’s empty for one. Huhuhu. But I can fix that bro.” I say confidently, rushing to remove my underwear so I can finally nut inside him.

I push his skinny back down against the bed and line up my monster cock with his lubricated hole. Yuan moans into his pillow like he should. I slide into him with ease and flex my arms, feeling proud at ‘conquering’ my roommates hole.

“Good Meathead.” He praises between loud panting. “Mmm. But I thought you were straight.”

“I am. Unff. Just helping a bro out. No homo. Though I do need to see if there’s anything wrong with your throat after I plant my seed in your hole.”

______________________________

The next day.

“Man that was a fucking lit workout.” I exclaim, marvelling at my bulging muscles. I tense my arms and see my veins pop, sweat dripping to the floor. “Though you losers sure focused a lot on your glutes today. Hey—aren’t you ‘queens’ gonna shower?” I turn as my gym bros stop behind me in the locker room.

“Well… we spoke to your roommate about your progress yesterday.” Xavier states, removing his damp muscle tee - his dark shiny skin reflecting the harsh lights from overhead.

Yesterday…for some reason my memories from the day before were a blur. For the life of me I can’t remember what happened. There was some strange taste lingering in my mouth that had been making my dick hard all day. My roommate was certainly in a suspiciously good mood this morning too and made some strange comments about me ‘being hungry for more’.

“About what bro? That Yuan can kiss my ass. Huhuh. Come on, stop checking out each others dicks and let’s go!”

“Uh see, he thinks you’re now ready to be our…” I’d never seen him so unsure of himself before, I roll my eyes at him and slam my locker closed.

“Y’all acting like a bunch of girls.” I swear if Yuan is back to spewing his gay bullshit again…

“Go on. Say it.” One of the others insists, nudging Xavier’s shoulder.

Xavier hesitates and then looks away from me, his cheeks flushing red. “There’s uh, there’s something wrong with my…butt…so could you?” The others fail to stifle a laugh.

I do a double take as Xavier turns and points his toned ass at me, his jockstrap framing it like a wrapped gift. “What the fuck? Bruh what are you doing? Put that shit away.”

“Be a good Meathead.”

I see a flash of my roommates butt cross my minds eye. Uhhh. My cock throbs at the image. Before I know it my legs are kneeling behind my friend, what am I doing? My body certainly seems to be one step ahead, my hands grab at his muscled legs for support. “What the actual fuck. Guys…” I’ve never felt so embarrassed, how am I ever gonna live this down?

A hand pulls on the strap hugging Xaviers left buttock and lets go, letting it snap back into place, a slight jiggle vibrates over his firm rear. Was it my hand? I couldn’t even tell.

“Holy shit. I can’t believe those tapes actually worked. He’s come a long way since he was that scrawny nerd, thinking he was above everyone. Now he’s dumber than all of us. We just need Yuan to join us next. Damn someone make sure to record this” It was hard to take in what they were saying, my mind was fixated…elsewhere. One of them leans down to my side and points their phone camera at my zoned out face. “Dude, we stink…I’m next after you.” Someone pats my back as another hand holds my shoulder in place. “Nothing more manly than licking the salty sweat off a bro’s butt.”

No….

Xavier bends forward, his pert dark cheeks pulling apart - sweat glistening on their surface. And then I see it. What my body craved. His hole. Everything falls into place, my mouth watering at the sight, my eyes entranced. I could no longer deny what I wanted, deny the inevitability of what I was about to do. The depravity would be immortalised on camera too, my dumb face shoved in a mans ass. Oh fuck.

The perfect black void nestled between his tight buttocks seems to suck away my shame as I lick my lips. “So manly.” I repeat to the crowd that had gathered around me. Mmm. Rimming a man’s ass was almost as good as fucking it. I wanted a taste of all the guys, their shiny sweaty bodies, their musk. It was my place in the group, I was their meathead after all. My cock was already throbbing at the thought. Maybe Yuan was onto something with this whole ‘gay’ thing. Yeah, let’s try going full homo. Huhuhuh. Anything for the bros, bro.

Looking down at me confidently, Xavier grips the back of my head.

“Clean my hole bruh.”

_____________________________

A few days later I check in on Yuan to see his progress after a few nights obliviously listening to his ‘jocking’ tapes. Dude, I’m going to enjoy watching him slowly bulk up and dumb down. He’s sat up in bed casually tugging at his cock, mouth agape. The heavy thumping bass of trap music is blaring from his speakers. His room is a complete mess.

“How’s it hanging lil bro?”

“Just…mm—wanking.”

“Can see, Meathead. Hung and dumb, nice. I think you’re about ready to join us at the gym.”

“Hmm. Roomie, I—I need your help with something. It’s my big dick…”

“Huhuhu, there’s something wrong with it, let me be a bro and give you a hand with that stick.” I climb over him and wrap my lips around his cock.

“Thuck…ahem. Fuck yeah brooo!”

[bandgie]

Heyy! I just wanted to say your pretty boy series was just chefs kiss!!!! I was wondering if I could request a shy subby bangchan admitting that he has a choking kink during a game of truth and dare where the members make fun of him for it. Seeing all the teasing makes reader want to fulfill his fantasies and he’s even more nervous because your his crush 😩

a/n: hi thank you so much!! that series was actually my first ever kpop fanfic and I was beyond shocked by all the love it got!! and ofc here ya go!

synopsis: You thought you knew everything about your best friends, especially Bangchan. A game of truth or dare (and maybe a bit too much alcohol) makes his deepest fantasies come to light, and you're more than happy to make those a reality.

warnings: mdni 18+, fem!reader, everyone's a bit tipsy, choking (m!rec), hair pulling (m!rec), dry humping, dom reader, cumming in pants, crying, begging, confessing, aftercare, FLUFF... the usual

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"Uh...Chan! Truth or dare?" Han all but slurs. He hiccups as he takes another swing of his beer. 

Chan thinks for a moment, his face slightly flushed. You notice his cheeks, his ears, and the tip of his nose are tinted pink. His eyes aren't as focused, but they still glint with a curious spark. 

"Truth."

"Oh you're no fun!" Felix complains. He's also very flushed, though not as drunk as Han. "You've been choosing that the entire time." Chan only shrugs in response, "Then ask interesting questions."

Han isn't one to turn down a challenge. You can see his whole demeanor change at the proposition. He sits up a little straighter, ruffles his hair, and looks his leader dead in the eyes. "Fine. What's your biggest kink?"

This makes the men 'ooo' and 'ahh'. Even Seungmin, who's been relatively quiet, perks up. His friends lean in closer to hear his answer, eyes shining with mischievousness. Even you find yourself eager to hear what he has to say.

"I uh..." Chan trails off.

"Don't be a cunt Chan," Felix laughs at this stuttering friend. Minho quickly joins in on the teasing, "Chan the cunt! Chan the cunt!" It doesn't take long for the boys to start chanting, causing you to go into a fit of laughter.

"Okay, fuck! You assholes, choking! I like choking!."

Chan's eyes darted to yours for a brief moment after his forced confession. Choking isn't the only thing he secretly likes, but you. The moment his members asked to play truth or dare, he knew he was in for it. They have an idea about his crush on you, but Chan didn't think they'd embarrass him like that.

"You like choking them during sex?" Han further inquiries. 

Chan shakes his head, "That's two questions." His response is met with boos. The chant quickly picks up again, with you joining in this time. He turns even more red, the color showing on his neck. "Ugh! Me! I like being choked!"

Silence. The abrupt stop of chanting echoes in the dorm. Chan wishes he could bury himself in the ground. 

Then Changbin laughs a high-pitched staccato that makes everyone else in the room howling with laughter. Han clutches his stomach and claims he's going to throw up. Minho and Seungmin team up on calling Chan a sub. You just sit there.

Chan? A sub? No, that can't be right. His entire presence screams dominant. He's the leader for god's sake, why would he be anything less? 

Your eyes travel down to his neck. His veins pop out from yelling at them to shut up. His skin is already pink, but you think it would look pretty blotched with purple. Then you recall the music video he made with Hyunjin, Red Lights. Chan did look rather...nice with hands on his bare throat.

Maybe the alcohol's getting to your head, but the image won't leave your mind. Would he beg for more? Ask you to squeeze harder? Your hands clench and unclench, eager to grasp onto something. 

You down the rest of your bottle, chugging the bitter liquid until it burns your throat. 

The game continues without missing a beat. You learn that Felix wears women's underwear, Han has never cum from sex, Minho has never let a girl ride him, Seungmin's been in a threesome, and Changbin uses a chastity. All of their spilled secrets should play in your head, so why can't you stop thinking about Chan's?

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't hear Felix calling your name. You blink a few times and look up at him, "Huh?"

"Truth or dare."

Oh, it's your turn. You twirl the empty bottle in your hand before coming to a decision, "Truth."

He hums at that, eyebrows knitting together as he thinks. His eyes land on Chris, and a devious smile appears on his face. "Have you ever choked someone during sex?"

The boys perk their ears up, Seungmin playfully nudges Chan who slaps his shoulder in response. But still, he finds himself anxious at your waiting response. What if you say it's weird? That you could never do anything like that? Instead, Chan hears you say the exact opposite.

"I have actually yeah. Plenty of times."

They make a noise as if they're in awe, and Seungmin elbows Chan much harder this time. 

"Looks like we got another freak on our hands," Minho teases. You only roll your eyes in response, smiling. "Says the one who can't do cowgirl."

"Yeah that's weird as fuck," Han interjects. "Don't you wanna see the tiddies bounce?" Minho waves Han off and tsks, "You're weird as fuck. How do you not cum from sex?"

"I get nervous okay!"

The two playfully bicker before Seungmin calls it night. Then Changbin followed after. One by one, the boys begin retrieving their rooms until it's just you and Chris. It's past midnight, and he should be in bed like the rest of his members, but he stays behind to help you clean. 

"You really don't have to help," Chan says. 

You pick up the empty bottles and toss them in the trash bag. "I don't mind. Plus I played too, it's only fair I do this." He doesn't argue with that logic. An awkward tension hangs in the air and you both quietly get to work, and you're the first to break it. "So choking huh?"

Chan coughs dramatically, covering his mouth with his fist. "What? Me? I don't know what you're talking about."

His blush gives it away. You've always thought his shyness was cute, but you would have never guessed it played a role in the bedroom.

"You don't have to act coy with me Channie. I know all your dirty little secrets." You laugh as he deepens in that reddish color. Chan clears his throat, "Well, I know yours too now."

You nod, "Ah, touché."

A moment of silence hangs over you two. This time, Chan breaks it. "What got you into it? Choking I mean."

You tie the trash bag and put it next to the front door. "A while ago. I was...with someone and they asked me to. Didn't think much of it until we did it again. The boom, now it's just a thing."

Chan nods, making a small ah sound. 

"How about you though?" You find yourself sitting on the couch. Chan has also deserted his duties, fiddling with his ripped jeans. He isn't as drunk as before, but he can still feel it in his veins. There's a small voice of common sense telling him to keep quiet, that he shouldn't embarrass himself more than he has already. But Chan never listens to that voice. 

"The people I've been with always want me to choke them. And I thought 'What's the big deal about?' Then when I did it to myself, I kind of got it."

You do a double-take at him. "Wait what? You do it to yourself?"

He nods, "Yeah. I'm too embarrassed to ask anyone. I really like...taking it. Ya know what I mean?" Chan waits for your answer but is met with deafening silence. He should have listened to that voice. If you thought he wasn't a freak then, you must think he is one now. 

The expression change catches your attention. You quickly apologize when you see his mood stop, shaking your hands in a surrendering manner. "No! I get it, I do! I didn't think you'd do it to yourself. It just caught me by surprise. 

Your words do little to help him. Seeing Chan upset makes your heart clench, and you scramble for ways to make it up. "I can do it. Show you how it feels when someone else does it."

His frown turns into confusion. "You'd wanna do that? Are you sure?"

You've never been more sure of anything else. The thought of your fingers around Chan has never left your mind. It's not fair that he works so hard, yet doesn't get half as much in return. Fulfilling his deepest desires is the least you could do for him.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Come here."

Chan hesitantly rises to his feet, taking slow steps to where you sit. He carefully sits down beside you, watching how you adjust to place each leg on either side of his thighs. You don't know how you gathered the confidence to straddle Chan so easily, but you'd be damned if you stopped now.

Your hands find his neck, grazing over his skin. He's soft and warm underneath your fingertips. Chan half expected you to start right away, so he's surprised to feel you take your time. Your thumb travels to his chin, feeling his plush bottom lip.

Friends don't do this, they don't sit in each other's lap and think about kissing them. But it's what you're doing right now. Chan is still underneath you, waiting for your next move. The two of you are already pushing past limits, but you can blame the alcohol in the morning. 

You lean in, looking up in his eyes to see if he wants this too. It doesn't shock you to see that he does, and Chan fills the small gap between you two. 

His lips are softer than what you could have imagined. It makes your stomach flip in desire. His hands find your waist to bring you closer and you melt in his hold. The feeling of your warm body on his makes him moan quietly in your mouth. You press your lips harder, making his head tilt from the weight of your hunger.

Then your hands travel down to his neck, gripping and getting him used to how your fingers wrap around him. 

Chan gasps in your mouth, aroused eyes opening to peer into your own. He gives you a nod of affirmation, biting his lower lip as he waits. 

Your fingers go on either side of his throat, applying light pressure. Your lips are a breath away, eyelashes nearly touching as you look for any signs of discomfort. Chan instead moans at the pressure, mouth opening to beg. 

"Harder. Fuck please harder."

The pussy between your legs throbs. It's mindless as you slowly grind against his erection, obeying his desperate request. You can feel his pulse quicken in your palm, how his throat opens when he takes breaths. 

Chan's eyes cross, his quiet moans tumbling into your mouth. He's begun to rock his hips against yours. You can feel your cunt sticking to your underwear. It feels so good to feel his clothed cock between your legs, his throat between your hands. 

You squeeze harder, earning a small cry from Chan. His eyes turn glossy, and you take this as a cue to loosen your grip. He reacts negatively, whining and slapping your ass in protest. 

"I wanted it harder," he rasps out. 

You shake your head, "That's too much for you Channie. Just let me take care of you, hm?" He hesitates for a second, debating if he should argue with you. You're the pro though, and Chan might push himself a little too far (something he tends to do much too often). He nods at you, "Yeah."

Moving one of your hands to the back of his neck while the other goes to the back of his head. Chan raises an eyebrow but says nothing. He hasn't seen this one in videos. 

You grab a fist full of his hair and force him to look upwards, baring his throat to you. You squeeze the back of his neck and simultaneously pull on his hair roughly. Chan's hips jerk at the combination, rutting against you. 

It's a bit hard to ride him, but Chan is adamant on feeling your pussy behind the layers of clothes. He keeps his hard grip on your hips to hump you against him while you do the work from above. You hiss when his cock catches your clit, making your thighs shake.

Chan's neck is pretty, forming light red handprints on the side of them. You lean down to mark it up even more, kissing and biting on his tender flesh. Hearing him groan makes you pull on his hair harder, squeeze the back of his neck just a little harder. 

You kiss down his neck until you find a spot that makes him squeak. Chan can feel you smile against his skin as you bite down on it. Your teeth sink into his flesh, making his hips still. 

"Ah~ fuuuck! I think imma cum," he drawls out. 

"That's okay Channie," you coo. "Go ahead and cum in your pants." He attempts to shake his head, but your grip is unwavering. "I don't wanna cum in my pants! You. I wanna cum in you."

You're dripping. Your underwear is drenched in your slick, you think it must be running down your thighs. Chan's cock would fit perfectly inside of you, rubbing against your walls rhythmically, hitting you deep until he cums. It would leave you so full, so satisfied. 

"Friends don't cum in each other," you tsk at him.

"I don't want to be your friend!" He all but wails. Chan's eyes are brimmed with tears, but he's too fucked out to think properly. His words shock you, somewhat hurt. "What?"

"I can't go back to being your friend after this. I've wanted this, wanted you. I wanna cum so bad in you. Fuck, I love you. I fuckin love you and your pussy. Let me cum in you please, please..." Chan babbles incoherently. 

He's thrusting his hips up against you, hands making you bounce on his clothed cock. Chan began to cry, begging pathetically as if he didn't just confess. 

You want to question him, to confirm if he truly thinks that or if it's just his dick talking. Instead, you grind your hips harder and yank his hair roughly, "Nope."

A malicious smile finds your lips when you hear him cry. You bite down on him just to hear him sob more. Chan can feel his cock twitch in his boxers, the tensing in his balls before he cums. 

You have to kiss him to muffle his moans, conscious of the people sleeping just in the other room. He bites and licks your lips messily as you pull his hair downwards. 

Shivers and goosebumps appear on Chan's arms when he finishes. He's softly grinding against you, making sure to milk himself dry. 

The applied pressure on his neck slowly releases. He groans when your warm hands leave him, twitching. The sides of his throat settled to a purple color covered in your bruising kisses and fingers. Chan's neck is even prettier when covered in black and blue.

He doesn't let you get off his lap when you try to move. Chan needs to feel you, that you're still here. You don't fight against him, instead wrapping your hands around his neck and bringing him into your chest. 

Chan molds in your hold, breathing you in. He's still shaking, whimpering softly from his post-orgasm. It's important to stay where you are next to him. This might have been the most extreme scene he's gone through, he'll need time to recover.

Your digits tangle in his messy hair, gently massaging and scratching Chan's scalp. He hums in your chest and pecks your neck, the exposed parts of your chest. It feels right to hold him, to give when he never receives. 

Maybe you shouldn't mention the elephant in the room, his confession. You'll file it away in the back of your mind as sex talk, nothing more. But something tells you this won't be the last that you get involved with Chan.

a/n: badda bing badda boom, this was kinda hard to write I aint gonna lie. I had to google how bdsm choking words and different methods. but I really hope you liked it !! update!: part two here!

[venusgirltarot]

What Would Your Person Think Of Your Fantasies (18+) — [♡]

Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, envision the person you are thinking of and then choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to.

This is an 18+ reading with sexual messages and mature themes. Please do not interact with this post if you are a minor or are uncomfortable with NSFW readings/messages!

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Pile 1 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

oooo okay so there’s a lot of very deep intense energy here. You all may have a lot of Scorpio placements (specifically Scorpio Venus 👀) you may want your partner to be dominant and possessive and you could also be into kinkier things like bondage, choking and possibly even spit. It’s less of the act itself for you and more the way you’re giving this person all of the control and trusting them with your body in a way you wouldn’t trust anyone else.

Are you all on booktok? This gives me such spicy booktok vibes. Some of you may not even have a person in mind, you just wanted to check out the reading. You may have standards that are “too high” (I wrote it like that because I don’t believe in too high of expectations. Go get the booktok partner of your dreams and don’t let anyone stop you) do you like tattoos? I keep seeing a person with a sleeve. Maybe you also have a hand/arm kink. Boobs are so prevalent here so maybe you have larger boobs or just really nice/pretty ones and you like when they are payed attention to or the other way around, maybe you really like boobs and pay a lot of attention to them during sex.

Ok, Pile 1

This person has a HIGH drive and they will love your kinks/fantasies. They may not be familiar with all of them but are more than happy to learn. I heard “you always have something new for me” 😭 ooo girl (I mean that in a gender neutral way) this energy is INTENSE. I heard “they wanna be all in your business” and “they LOVE you” they could be a single parent for some of you. They’re very responsible and take a leader role in all areas of life and do have a very… I’m gonna be honest, I have no clue what I was going on about there because I just got a very detailed image of their ARM which is such a nice arm btw and they’re behind you doing it from the back but they have you like bent over the edge of the bed and they have a handful of your hair and they are VOCAL like not just dirty talk but a lot of moans/grunting. This scenario would be reversed depending on what parts your equipped with or what you’re into because I do feel like there’s going to be a few male or male identifying people that pick this pile! Also I just remembered that before this, I was about to say that they have a very “daddy/mommy” sort of vibe. I hope that makes sense.

I think as long as they have control or get to be more dominant and take care of you, they’re down for any kink you have. Like I said before, they’re very dominant and possessive. They may say “you’re mine” or “that (body part) is mine” ya know. I also just heard “as long as I get all of you” and aftercare is very important to them. In and out do the bedroom, they care for you a lot and want to take care of you and your needs.

Pile 2 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Okay so I think this could be a more diverse pile. For some of you I think you like for your partner to worship you. To sort of treat you like a god/goddess in bed and you want them to he desperate to please you. You really like receiving oral and I think you like giving as well but you like very desperate/needy sex. You may like incorporating food or maybe you like to eat after sex. For others I think you may like having a submissive partner. You may be the type to listen to whimper audios. A large portion of people picking this like could be apart of the LGBTQ+ community. Some of you could like feet (no judgement, one in ten people actually like feet so you’re definitely not alone) you may like oil. I just heard that Cardi B quote “suck my sick and feed me grapes” 😭

This pile is so different so it’s hard to put it into words but I’ll start with the first category of people and then next I’ll go into the second category.

So first category, I don’t think you’re really a “dominant” person but you like being in control. You like telling your person how to please/touch you and you like when your person is desperate/needy or vocal. You like when your person makes their main priority please you and you especially love them giving you oral. You may have taught them exactly how you like it so they give it to you perfectly every time and oral seems especially important in the morning. You may like soft/gentle sex that’s very deep and passionate and you’re not done having sex until you’ve came and that’s equally important for both you and your partner. Some of you might like whips/collars but this could also be me picking up on the second category of people that picked this pile.

Your person loves this dynamic and they love pleasuring you. They specifically love your moans and the way your body moves when they go down on you. They may enjoy giving you massages and possibly giving you baths or having a bath ready for you. They love being inside you or you being inside them and they love how connected it makes them feel to you. They love kissing your body and they love how you look covered in oil (although they may get frustrated when it gets slippery or difficult) if you have boobs, they love massaging them and they really like kissing between your thighs. They LOVE when you give them oral and they think you’re very good at it but they wish you would do it more often. More than anything, they love the intensity and passion between the two of you.

Second category

For the second category, you enjoy being more dominant. You like when your partner is obedient and you really like your partners whimpers and the way their body moves. You may enjoy licking their body or teasing/edging them until they can’t handle it anymore and their eyes are watering. You either love being inside of them and how the inside of them feels or the other way around and you love them inside of you and how the inside of you feels or both. You may also really like face sitting/tongue riding and I keep seeing fingering. Similar to the first category, you may enjoy food or oil being incorporated. You may also like or want to get a sex swing and you may enjoy sex in the water or shower sex. You really love and want to worship and take your time with your person’s body.

Your person really loves this. Maybe they haven’t been properly loved or cared for in the past so the way you love them is very healing for them. They feel safe with you and you may be the first person they’ve ever been able to cum with. You’re very good at after care, as well and if you are interested in getting a sex swing, I definitely think they’d be up for it. They feel safe and comfortable with you so they’d be open to trying it and I think you both would really like it. I also keep seeing more fingering so that could be something you’re both really into or maybe the two of you recently had a very good experience with it or tried something new with it for the first time.

Pile 3 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Okay pile 3, I think I’m getting both you and your person’s energy rn cause you’re very very in tune with each other and wanting the same thing in all aspects, not just sexual. This may be a new relationship or possibly a new beginning in your current relationship after a period of staleness or stagnancy. I keep getting shaky and nervous so maybe this is how you feel about this person.

You want someone who will take control and be more dominant but also that makes you feel safe and comfortable. You want someone that will make sure your wants and needs in the bedroom met. Maybe you’re not as experienced or are still figuring out your wants/needs so you want someone that will explore that with you and not make you feel bad about it. You may enjoy being spanked and you may like handcuffs. Maybe you’ve waited a long time for this or waited a long time for this person so you want this time spent with them to be worth the wait. I heard “everything I’ve wanted and more” you want deep and passionate sex, you want to feel like this persons is completely yours and vice versa. You want this person to explore and genuinely appreciate your body.

You may really want to give this person oral. You want to please them and hear what their moans sound like. You want to see them finish and know that you were the one that did that to them and you like knowing that you’re capable of doing that to them. You want to explore their body just as much as you want them to explore yours and you want to feel all of them. This feels somewhat sexual but also there’s so much this person wants with you. They want you to know that you’re the only person they ever think about, that nobody else compares.

They want to get to know every side of you and they want to get you alone really bad. Maybe you always see each other in public or in crowds of people so there’s no time to connect or get to know you on a deeper level but they want to so bad. They really like your sense of humor but wish they could see more of it. They want to see and appreciate your body. Even if they haven’t seen it, I heard “I know it looks beautiful” their idea of what you look like naked may actually be pretty accurate. They may masturbate to you often.

You may have very soft skin and they really like that. They think of running their hands all over your body. They think about giving you oral. I heard “I wonder how you’d take it” they may be very large down there or vice versa but they fantasize about how you’d take them or if you’d be able to take all of them. They want to be inside of you so bad (or vice versa, of course) more than anything, they want you.

They want you in a way they’ve never wanted anyone else and they want to know who you are at your core. They seem a little possessive on the sense that they want to know you in a way no one else gets to know you and understand every part of you in a way no one ever has. They may want to just cuddle naked or do something where they feel very bonded /connected to you. Possibly cock warming. Maybe that’s something you’re into that they’d be very happy to try. This is a very deep and passionate connection that I heard “will come into fruition” and “just give it time”

I also noticed that I said “so bad” so much during this reading so maybe that’s some sort of sign for someone!

Hello, lovelies! Thank you all so much for reading this PAC! I apologize for any typos, I haven’t proof read it all just yet. I hope you enjoyed the reading! Feel free to check out my past readings, here

As always, I hope you all are having a good day or night! Sending you so much love and light! ♡

࿐ྂ mara

[gainerbf]

•How I’ve gained weight•

I’ve wanted to make a post like this for a while now because I get the question ‘how do I gain weight’ often. Here is an outline of what I’ve been doing

-In the morning, I try to have eggs. 4 eggs scrambled with a slice of cheese is my go to. That’s 24 grams of protein right away. Add a tall glass of milk (for me chocolate milk) and boom, 30 grams of protein immediately.

-I work on the road during the year so around lunch time I would try to snack on cashews and peanut butter crackers. Once I’m off work around 2-3pm, I would try to have a burger. Literally just a plain ass burger or 2 with ketchup. Alternate that with grilled chicken or a deli sandwich with some kind of red meat. Or even full fat greek yogurt is good.

-Dinner is…dinner. Eat whatever. Pasta. Pizza. Chicken. Steak. Burgers. Tacos. Hell pb n js will do. Go nuts

-IMPORTANT-

•Weight Training

I weight train. Almost every day. I can tell I am ruining some of your ‘ooo fat boy is out of shape. He probably can’t do a push up’ fantasies. Very sorry but I can. I can do a lot actually. I lift weights. I do lunges. I do squats. I have a fat fucking milkshake made up simply of ice cream and milk. Not even trying with the milk either, it’s low fat. Imagine if I did whole milk? In due time 😉 but this is important. I’m not saying ‘hit the gym blimpie!’. Get some dumbbells. Work your lower body. You need to do this anyways to carry your growing body. Plus you’ll feel A LOT better…and your ass and thighs look good, win win 😃

-Midnight snack/second dinner. My go to second dinner/before bed snack is a steak and cheese grinder. I don’t have it every night but probably 3-4 times a week. Again, it doesn’t have to be red meat but protein is key.

In conclusion

I started doing this for a few reason

My job causes me to move around a good bit and I lost weight because of it. I had no muscle. I was just pure fat. I wanted to change that and have

I figured it would help fill me out a bit more. Uhhhh mission accomplished 🥵

It’s healthy. Pretty simple

Final reason. I am always trying to find the most effective weight gain regimen. This is it. At least for me it is.

I’ve gained 23 pounds since June 25th. I have to make adjustments do to my upcoming work schedule but I plan on keeping this routine for the foreseeable future and even tweaking it a bit.

-I can add protein powder, whole milk and heavy cream to my milkshakes

-I can have 2 milkshakes a day (or 3 or 4 or just a constant stream 😅)

-I will go up in weight with my weight training. Increasing weight is key, don’t do a ton of reps because that is how you cut/tone. You want to build. Only way to build is to increase the weight you lift. Don’t hurt yourself. Start low, then grow

I’m not saying this is a guarantee plan for you. Everybody is different. But this worked for me. It DESTROYED a plateau I was hitting and then some.

Side note: this was influenced by a post that I have a screenshot of but I didn’t screenshot the name of the blog and I can’t find the post. When I see it resurface, will rb

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ooo fantasy au Poppy oooo there's so much empty space on this, it's killing me

rambles:

why is there lace? why does she have a neck corset? because she's Gorgeous and I'm the Artist Here. i will always inflict my personal tastes on everyone I draw. pretty bird <3

it's really difficult to put clothes on a bird... stream helped out a bunch with the colors & the leg gear! I imagine that the leather is durable, which is probably the only thing that gets her to traverse less Forgiving terrain. Thornbushes and itchy tallgrass can't hurt her! she's got "boots"! How Does She Secure Them, i hear no one ask. that's what neighbors are for, isn't it? and a skilled beak once she gets the swing of it.

her shawl remains largely the same due to my lack of imagination! i put a lil feather clasp instead of the shawl being tied together to give it a more fantasy-oriented look. i think i succeeded? i like to think so! i imagine that the clasp gives Poppy some stress, though. It's sharp! Ish. it's sharp by her standards!

Poppy's enchanted glasses allow her to "see" injuries and illness, both caused by magical & normal means. this is very helpful in her role as healer, but also extremely stressful - just because she can see issues doesn't mean she automatically knows what they are! to her, a papercut may be misinterpreted by the beginnings of a fatal infection! i like to think that she got tired of needing to hold the glasses in place over her beak and asked if there was a charm to keep them steady. and they confidently had their resident wizard spell them on - oops! the spell was a little too strong! they're now magically superglued on! yeah, those are never coming off.

she also has a magic bag that i imagine was a gift from her family when she left the nest! she'd never directly use it herself - what if she falls in? what if something nasty managed to crawl inside? - but the Neighborhood uses it as collective storage. it can hold a lot! supplies, books, tents, gold, even Julie when she's determined enough!

[yallemagne]

why does sleepwalking women and gothic horror go hand in hand

You asking me?

The answer is voyeurism.

Here's the thing about gendered horror: the goddamn eroticism. You can't escape it, people want to get their rocks off even when they're terrified-- especially when they're terrified! It's such popular imagery because of the intimacy of a woman with all her hair let down in only a white nightgown highlighted by the pale moonlight. A nightgown is very innocent in its intimacy, there's nothing inherently sexual about it, but that just gets people even more horny! No structured garments underneath-- she's wearing breeches obviously but shhh no she's totally naked save for some sheer billowing fabric.

EDIT: oh my god blah blah blah "breeches! actually she wouldn't be wearing those!! oh my god, they got it wrong, just shoot them in the streets, your honour!" FINE SHE'S NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES UNDER THERE, GOOD FOR YOU YOU GOT ME.

Gasp! Unprotected purity! I sure hope no dastardly villain tarnishes this woman! (they do. they do hope for that actually)

This isn't a very fun answer, is it? But it's worth saying. Horror explicitly involving women tends to be very visual with plenty of (arguably) sexual imagery. Men get the mindboggling horrors inconceivable to the human psyche while women are limited to being eye candy who faint before their minds can even be boggled (no that isn't a euphemism). Even when the women in question previously had a larger role in the story than "sexy lamp", pop culture will be quick to reframe it in the way that has the most sex appeal.

But like... let's take the woman's perspective: you're in a state of undress and completely unaware of your surroundings. It's dark and anyone lurking around at this time might very well have bad intentions, and they might turn those bad intentions on you. And you'll be blamed for being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in the wrong dress. Terrifying. And people don't really appreciate the terror of it because... it's pretty, isn't it?

But then Lucy is weeping in her sleep, and Mina is covering her feet in mud for propriety. Because who knows what a man will do to them if he sees her naked feet? They're both cowering in fear hoping a drunken man doesn't take notice of them. Because who knows what he'll do to them if he sees two young ladies out at night? They're sweating from not just exertion but stress, and their messy hair clings to their frightened faces. They cannot tell anyone. Because who knows what toll this night might take on their good reputations?

It's not pretty. There's no see-through dresses (seriously their nightgowns are made of fucking linen, not organza), no flowing locks, no full faces of makeup, just pure society-ingrained horror.

But cis men don't typically understand that horror because they aren't usually victim to it. It honestly makes me sad and angry that the imagery is so prominent (and in such a watered-down and bland "sexy" way) because it reduces the actual horror these two protagonists face to nothing more than an audience's voyeuristic fantasy in which the women are only objects to be gawked at. The danger is reframed as tantalizing and enticing "ooo good girls (unknowingly) being bad in their sleep!" rather than... they could have fucking died. Or worse.

... But I still want to draw my girls (Jonathan, Mina, and Lucy) in cute nightgowns, so I'll bite my tongue.

[ikemenomegas]

There's that scene in Phantom Parade where Gojo tells nanami that if he didn't go with him, he would scream and cry on the spot and in your au, id expect nanami to slowly turn to gojo's alpha and go: 😕😮‍💨

😆i have no idea the context of that interaction, sounds like something inspired by Gojo and Nanami's terrible Hokkaido work adventure, but it did make me giggle bc you're absolutely correct

"Why is he like this?"

"Hmm?" you turned slowly. Satoru had kept you up last night. You stifled a yawn. You'd spent over six hours humoring him through losing spectacularly at final fantasy fifteen. Or at least you thought it was losing, could you lose that kind of game? Either way, you were pleasantly sleepy and the world felt washed in cotton.

So you thought Nanami had spoken, but maybe that was just many years of getting good at reading the gradation of Kento Nanami's Shades of Exasperation.

Nanami was staring at you and so was Satoru, with a kind of familiar hesitation that indicated he was awaiting some kind of reaction from one or both of you. So you decided that whether or not Nanami had spoken was probably irrelevant.

Your kouhai's expression now told you he was seriously wondering whether or not you'd been hit on the head when he wasn't looking. It wasn't like you'd complain about it if you had been.

"I'll go with you, Satoru," you said, equably, gazing up into your mate's covered eyes and falling back on something that occasionally satisfied whatever mood he was in, although efficacy tended to depend upon what exactly he wanted. Where were promising to go? No clue, but hopefully somewhere where you could get something to drink. As you'd grown older, staying awake all or most of the night seemed to make you more inclined to dehydration the next day.

A loud, whiny "Noo-ooo," left Satoru's lips. They were glossy with just a slightly darker shade of pink at the center like he'd freshly applied the lip tint you'd bought him last week. He'd said it was some limited edition thing that tasted, or at least smelled like it should taste, like umeshu.

"Of course you'd come--" Satoru had continued with making a scene, and Nanami looked like he was starting to grind his jaw a little, which was a bad habit both you and Shoko had been trying to break him of, "--unless you're the kind of alpha to leave me alone--".

You reached for Nanami's shoulder to prod him but your hand was snatched from the air and enfolded into Satoru's, a jealous tint to the air that you knew was all performative. Probably.

At least that had worked. Nanami looked like his mouth was about to drop open.

You wanted to point out that Satoru was already well on the way to crocodile tears by this point. "I thought the crying was going to be for Nanami," you teased with a tired, almost fond sigh.

A loud, near approximation of a whining, petulant sob left Satoru's pink lips. You wondered if there was actually any alcohol in the lip tint. Maybe the fumes were going to his head.

"Why are you ganging up on me!?" he exclaimed, ridiculous and provocative, and clearly angling to see where this was going.

Fine. Never let it be said that you didn't know how to go for a killing blow, even against Gojo Satoru,

"Well, you look awful pretty when you cry. I just thought I'd give you a chance to show it off," you said, reaching up to cup his cheek, the very image of an alpha placating an omega.

Nanami's palm hit his face with a near audible little smack. Whoops.

Satoru snickered as he drew you up the street, long legs eating up the distance so smooth it was almost like he was gliding. You followed along, trailing for a bit just to make sure Nanami was in fact, grudgingly, trudging along in Satoru's wake.

It occurred to you that you still didn't know where he thought you were going.

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Leisure [Part 2]

Baby Billy Freeman x Preacher's Daughter!Reader

Part 1 <- -> Part 3 // Part 4 //

Summary: Reader is having mixed feelings about her growing crush for their house guest. When she decides to go out drinking, finding herself pressed against another man, Baby Billy does not take kindly.

CW: age gap (reader is 21+), wet dream, drunk reader, vomit,

~~~

His mature hands danced down your sides. Resting on your hips, pulling you flush against him. You both were only in your under garments. The bedroom was dark and silent. Your hands ghosting up his chest, wrapping around his neck. Chests pressed flush together, lips dangerously close.

Soft lips captured yours in a kiss, his body leading you back onto the bed. Gently helping you onto your back, mounting on top of you. Hazel eyes shining through the darkness as they looked down at you. You doed up at him.

"Pretty girl," his twang whispered as he kissed your jaw.

Your alarm clock woke you up. Eyes squinted as rays of sun shined through your blinds. Staying still momentarily thinking about the dream you had just had.

Inappropriate of you.

You rolled out of bed still half asleep. You headed down the stairs into the kitchen. Drowsy as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal.

"Good morning," Baby Billy's voice broke through your sleepy daze. You jumped thinking you were alone. You turned to face him, pushing your hair out of your face. His eyes glanced down your body, staring at your exposed thighs from your sleep shorts. You smiled awkwardly, "Good morning. Didn't think anyone else would be up." Baby Billy grinned at you, "Sun's up, gotta start the day." You nodded, joining him at the island he sat at.

"You look like you slept good," Baby Billy spoke between bites of his food. Your body flooded with heat as you recalled the dream you had. Your brain flashing images of your nude bodies together. "How'd your bed treat you?" You changed the focus to him. Baby Billy sighed, "Some of the best sleep I've gotten."

You both finished your breakfast, small talk between you filling the room. You took both your dirty dishes, washing them in the sink. Baby Billy thanked you.

You headed back up stairs to get ready for the day. Baby Billy followed behind you, standing in your doorway as you laid out your clothes. "Got plans for the day?" You asked casually. "Think your mom and pop are gonna show me around town later," Baby Billy spoke. "Ooo. I've got some chores to do around the farm, then I'm gonna get my lesson plan ready for Sunday School. Busy day," you smiled at him.

His eyes scanned up and down your body. Hair still messy from sleep. Your sleep shirt tight around your chest. He admired you silently.

You walked over to the door interrupting his fantasy in his head. You got close to him, staring into his eyes. "I'm gonna get dressed now," you fluttered your lashes at him. His tongue glossed across his teeth imaging you stripping for him. He grinned at you watching as you closed the door.

Your face was red with thoughts running wild about him. You got dressed for the day, Baby Billy heavy on your mind. You headed downstairs as he and your parents were leaving. You told them goodbye and made sure to give Baby Billy a certain look so he knew you were thinking about him.

You spent the whole day finishing your chores around the farm as your parents showed your guest around the local town. Spending a time focusing on the lesson you were going to teach the young kids of your class. Settling on a lesson about having faith the size of a mustard seed. You looked out your window to see the sun settling over the horizon. A whole day wasted away. Saturdays were normally for chores so you did not worry too much.

Your skin becoming hot as you remembering the way Baby Billy looked at you in your doorway. Recalling the dream you had about him last night. How badly you wanted him all over you. How his hands would feel on your body. How his cock would feel-

You shook off your thoughts knowing it was not holy of you to think about him that way. He was a Man of God. Not some casual hookup for your to pursue. You embarrassed yourself.

The feelings brewing inside you for your house guest of the weekend had you confused and frustrated. You did not know how to properly handle what you were feeling. Deciding to go to one of the local bars and clear your mind.

You threw back your third shot in ten minutes. Loud music and smoke filled the tiny bar. People pressed together on the dance floor. You bobbed your head to the song you did not recognize. Warmth of liquor filling your body.

An older, tattooed man approached you at the bar. Eyes staring at your cleavage that slightly hung out of your top. Your eyes danced up to his bearded face. Closed mouth smile painted your face. "What're you doing sitting here all alone?" his dark eyes stared into yours. You shrugged your shoulders, giggling slightly. "Just enjoying the music," you turned to face him more forward. "Wanna dance?" he extended a hand to you. Guiding you to the dance floor, pulling your body flush against his. Your ass pressed firmly against his groin. You moved your bodies to the music, enjoying the physical contact. Music was loud enough you did not even have to think about your embarrassing feelings for your bunking buddy for the weekend.

The mans hands held your hips firmly against his body. Lustful eyes staring down your shirt from behind. Semi-hard cock pressed against your backside.

A grip on your wrist pulled you away from the enjoyment. Your eyes shot open as you pulled away from the strong hand on you. "What the fuck!?" You proclaimed before realizing who stood before you. Shock painted your expression. Baby Billy had grabbed you, his face scrunched up in aggression and jealousy. "Billy, I-" "Hey, old timer, what the fuck are you doing?" the man you had been dancing with interjected.

"Mind your fucking business, asshole. She's coming with me," Baby Billy grabbed your arm tugging you behind him. He pulled you completely out of the bar, leading you into the alleyway next to the building. Releasing his grasp on you, hands going to his hips as he turned his back to you. You leaned against the cool brick wall, arms folded over your chest. "What are you doing here?" you hissed at him. "That's exactly what I was about to ask you," Baby Billy lit a cigarette between his lips. You rolled your eyes, scoffing at him. "Don't get an attitude with me. That boy in there was trouble. Who knows what he would've done to you!" Baby Billy turned to face you.

You could not deny the swirling feeling inside your stomach as his hazel eyes locked with yours. Hooded eyes looked him up and down. Cheeks flushed with alcohol and a singe of arousal.

"How'd you know I was here?"

"I didn't. I came out to get myself a drink when I saw you grinding up on some random man," Baby Billy flicked his now finished cigarette to the ground. You smiled drunkenly at him.

"Look at you coming to my rescue," you ran your hands up his torso pulling a sigh from him. Hand instinctually wrapping around your waist. "You're drunk, sweetheart," he loved the feeling of your hands on his body.

"So?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck, drunkenly pressing all your weight into his. Baby Billy stabilized you both by pinning you against the wall, arms wrapping around your waist to make sure you don't fall. Hands gripped your skin strongly. You pressed your lips into his. Baby Billy deepened the kiss, tongues exploring each other's mouths momentarily.

Baby Billy pulled away suddenly, "You're drunk, you don't know what you're doing."

"I know exactly what I'm doing, Baby Billy," you twirled his white hair around your finger. Eyes widened as they stared at you. His desire almost taking over again. "Let's get you home," Baby Billy softly spoke to you. You whined as he pulled you behind him. Escorting you to the car, opening the passenger side door for you and helping you in. His cologne filled the car from the driver's side as he joined you. You could not take your eyes off him as he drove you home. His gaze finding its place on you more than once on the drive.

"It's a good thing your parents aren't home," Baby Billy helped you out of the seat. One hand on your hip as he guided you up the stairs to your bedroom. You stumbled into your bathroom, falling to your knees in front of the toilet. The alcohol sat heavy on your empty stomach, you could feel yourself about to vomit. Baby Billy joined you, kneeling beside you and holding your hair back for you. You emptied your stomach, drunk eyes looking up at him.

"Thank you, Baby Billy," you huffed, wiping your mouth with a nearby towel. One of his hands caressed your cheek, "Of course, sweetheart. Let's get you to bed." He helped you off the floor, walking you over to your bed. He sat on the edge of the bed with you.

"I had a dream about you last night," you slurred your words. Baby Billy smiled, "Is that so?" You nodded. Eyes growing heavy. "I like you a lot, Baby Billy. You really... get me... go... ing," you stumbled over your words as you began to doze off.

Baby Billy's cheeks became rosy with your words. A hand caressing your cheek as your eyes closed. He could not deny the feelings he was developing for you. Beginning as simply checking you out, but now he was jealous of any other man who wanted to even look at you.

Oh boy. He was in deep.

~~~

[END//Part 2]

~ Thank you for reading! I really love writing for Baby Billy he is such a fun character. If you are interested in being tagged in future parts, let me know! If you have any questions or simply want to chat, my messages are always open too! ~

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@its-in-the-woods ~ @hiddlebatchedloki ~ @justme12200 ~ @vaultdwellingghoullover ~ @one-of-thewalkingdead ~ @toogaytofunctiondangit ~ @ryankaylamartin96 ~ @heif ~ @itsyellow ~ @cat-shepard ~ @dichromaniac ~ @ivyinthesun ~ @vivalanegan ~ @nerdragenewvegas ~ @tindropp ~ @megangovier ~ @stankface ~ @lolaalee ~

[lonleywriters-blog]

Ooo can I please request a Yandere Gotham villains x innocent!reader head cannon where they have a 10 year age gap? Like the Gotham villains are in their 30s and Y/n is in her early 20s. I feel like the Gotham villains would absolutely loveeee it

Omg yesss (I have daddy issues)

Gotham villains with innocent younger s/o

He definitely has a corruption kink and will use your innocence to his advantage. Likes to call you sweetie. Will tease you all the time about how you don't know things for some topics. Will corrupt you in bed. Loves the age gap. He likes to feel like you are his pretty prey.

Loves it so much. He thinks you are so adorable. Since you are shorter than him he loves to pick you up to kiss. Adores if you yelp when spooked. He is super happy you are innocent but he is very protective. Calls you shortcake. Loves the age gap makes him feel like you need him.

He loves it. Would never tease you ever. He does enjoy teaching you new things especially in bed. Calls you baby. Loves the age gap and he adores you sitting on his lap. He will have you on his lap constantly especially in meeting where everyone can see.

He is obsessed with you. It fits his Alice fantasy perfectly. Calls you darling and baby. He lives for your innocence and loves if you ask him questions while blushing. He will show you off a lot like all the time.

She loves it so much. You remind her of when she first came to gotham. Loves to show you off in the club. Calls you sweet cheeks. Adores that you are young. She will have cute dates and bring out the innocence in you. She will show you everything she can do to you.

She likes the innocence and will try to protect it. She doesn't mind the age gap she finds it hot. She calls you sweetie. She loves you laying on her chest when cuddling because of you small you are compared to her.

He obsessed. He has a age gap kink (not minors obviously). Loves to tease you but not too much. Calls you darling or little thing. He will rail you into tears loves the noises and whimpers you make.

She will make you call her mommy all the time. Shows you off in her club. Everyone respects you. She loves the innocence you have. Calls you darling or honey. She also loves for how young you are and will tell you anything you want, but she enjoys showing you more.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

is it still 2012?

It is now mostly because it's still kicking around in my brain

You lean back and scrub your hand over your face, signaling the barkeeper for another pint as you frown at your laptop screen.

Men are shouting at a telly in the corner, watching a football match and you wonder why you wandered in here. But, at least they had cider on tap. Pretty good cider too. Some kind of craft brew, good for the weather.

The noise wasn't distracting. But your phone was. You wanted to check it. And keep checking it. Over and over. Desperate to know something. But... Instead you force yourself to turn back to the draft on your laptop. Staring at the words on the page.

Your big brother wasn't the only one that wrote things. It's just that no one happened to read your little stories- that's all they were. Stories. Nothing real. Nothing exciting. Slices of a world you'd been creating. Fantasy laid over reality. Maybe one day it would be something, but right now it was just a mess. A jumbled mess. And you frowned at the screen feeling betrayed.

"Work must be going well."

The familiar voice made you jump and you nearly knocked over your fresh pint, "I- shit-"

"Really well," Lestrade chuckled, taking a seat next to you. "Grant writing?" he ventured.

"Just... messing around," you answer, exhaling slowly and trying to muster a smile that didn't look deranged. Or give anything away. But heat rushed into your face.

"Ooo a secret," he teased, "taking up a life of crime?"

"No," you snort. "I'm not clever enough for that. If John didn't catch me, Sherlock would... but honestly John would probably bust me first."

Greg half turned in his chair to look at you better and grinned, "Part guard dog part nanny dog, eh?"

"And always ready with a lecture- even if he's done it first and it went way worse." You take a sip of your pint and Greg accepts his from the barkeeper with a nod of thanks.

"Tough luck," he teased, "no crime for you."

"Probably a good thing," you muse, "I don't think I'd do very well as a criminal."

"Nah," Lestrade agreed, "You'd organize the other inmates into some kind of union or make a little community of letter writers- it would be a nightmare. They'd have to let you out early just to stop the tide of polite but very insistent demands."

You smile a little. Strictly, that's not what you did for a living, but. You suppose it did look like that. Mostly you did a lot of running and a lot of community outreach. Enough that Sherlock found you useful.

"Cult leader though," he hummed, "That. That you could probably do."

"I think that went out of style in the 70's."

"Damn."

"I know, I really was born in the wrong decade."

"Nah," he said, "I think you're where you're suppose to be."

[roadkillremi]

This has been rotting my brain… Randy with a bimbo-ish reader, like they are so so smart and nerdy at the same time, but Randy doesn’t know that and reader really likes him… but he doesn’t get why?!?! And imagine it took place at stu’s party (minus the ghostface) and AGHHHHHHHH 🧍‍♀️🤭

Ooo! I love it!

Bullshit

Randy Meeks X F!Reader

MasterList

Warnings : language, Randy has a small perverted moment, mentions Sex, Underage Drinking.

Summary : the ask above.

Randy tried not to be fooled by your pretty clothes and makeup. He imagined you woke up at 5am to get ready to look that good. You looked like those girls that would date jocks and get impregnated by graduation. Though he never saw you flirt or date a jock ever.

It all started at Stus party, you decided to stay with Randy. Tatum and Stu were busy doing God knows what. Which was most likely having sex.

"I think you'll like this one" Randy said pushing the cassette in the VHS player. You took a sip of a beer before placing it down on the coffee table. While bending down your white frilly tank top gave Randy the view of a lifetime. He stopped in his tracks staring, he swallowed clearing his dried throat.

"It.. uh has Jamie Lee Curtis in it from-"

"Halloween, The Fog, Terror Train, and My girl." You said sitting back up. Randy nodded a bit impressed, "Yeah. You know you're movies.".

"Duh. I have a life outside of school, y'know." You said. Randy sat down next to you. Some other people wandered in with some popcorn. Randy ignored them knowing they wouldn't care about the movie.

"Do you know if we have a test this Monday?" You asked Randy while watching the TV. Randy shrugged, "No fucking clue. I hate environmental science anyways."

"It's not that bad. It's just depressing.". You said leaning your head on the couch cushion. You looked at Randy's side profile studying his face. You bit your lip, "I prefer Carpenter movies. Or just a good fantasy movie..". Randy looked over, "Wait you.. you know who Carpenter is?".

"Yeah." You said smiling, Randy turned to face you.

"Escape New York is one of my favorite movies.". You said. Randy smiled, "You're the first person I met to know what that movie is.". You shrugged, "What can I say? I'm pretty amazing." You said playfully. You leaned your head on Randy's shoulder.

"This okay?"

"Yeah." He crooked. You smiled, you tried to focus on the movie. Randy's echoing heart beat fastened, you slowly moved inches closer. Your bare thighs against his denim covered ones. He squirmed not knowing what to do, his face completely red. Tatum and Stu ran down stairs quickly, "Stu it wasn't funny!" She yelled.

"Come on, babe!" He ran after her.

"Y/N say bye. We're leaving." Tatum said grabbing her purse. You nodded, "Bye Randall. See ya at school.". You kissed his cheek before getting up to leave. with Tatum. Stu looked at Randy before ruffling his hair.

"She's totally into you!" He said with a wide smile. Randy blankly looked at Stu, "Shut up!".

You walked into the video store giving Randy a wave. Tatum was with you and headed straight for the rom-coms. You'd glanced at Randy and then looked at Tatum. Tatum would playfully push you, you'd whisper to her. Randy kept glancing over watching you. Your pink skirt riding up when you'd stretch to the bottom shelf. He looked away trying to focus on restocking the movies. A small tap on his shoulder stole his attention.

"Randy." Tatum said trying to pull him back to earth. He looked over at her, "Yes?". She smiled, "Uh, Y/N kinda has a crush on you.". Randy sighed and kept restocking, "Tatum what did I tell you about trying to set me up with people?".

"No! She likes you! And she's a total nerd like you! She just has great fashion sense." Tatum said smiling. Randy shook his head, "Yeah, okay. Did Stu put you behind this? Or some Jock guy that likes her? Because I'm too exhausted to get pranked today.". Tatum scoffed, "You're such an idiot! A girl finally likes you and you can't handle it!". Randy chuckled, "Bullshit!". Tatum stomped away from Randy. He watched her go over to you and whisper in your ear. Your face changed, you were no longer smiling. You looked at Randy a bit disappointed, Randy felt a knot in his stomach.

He tried to ignore you in the store and go to the break room. He sat in the cold metal folding chair, pondering. There was no way you liked him. It's not that he didn't like you, it was that you were way out of his league. The door to the break room opened, "Randall Meeks.". You stood in the door way one hand on your hip. Randy sat up, "Uh, yes?".

"Why don't you believe me?" You tried to sound angry and confident. You matched over in front of his chair.

"Believe what?"

"That I like you." You said softly. He watched your glossed lips frown. Randy looked down, "it's not you. It's just-"

"Billy and Stu prank you? A lot?"

"Yeah.". You shook your head, "I really do like you Randy. Billy and Stu can fuck it. And all the other "Jocks" that like me.". Randy's face turned pink from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry.".

"You better be. And you can make it up by taking me to the movies this weekend, got it?" You pointed at him. He nodded, "Yes". You nodded, "And I'll call you tonight. If that's okay.". You said softly.

"Id like that."

You smiled, before marching back out the door.

[welcometomypersonalhell098]

TWISTED WONDERLAND YUU BIO!!!!!! RAAAHH

Here’s some relationship charts courtesy of @ai-kan1 !!! (so sorry for the scuffed stuff, i dont have photoshop….and thought it might be funnier if i just rawdogged this 💀)

To expand on the relationships:

Yao wants to try his best to get along with everyone, and is pretty canon compliant in terms of friendships. Everyone generally has the opinion that he is “a goody two shoes”, and has varying feelings on that fact.

He happily hangs out with the first year group—definitely has had way too many sleepovers. He’s an only child so even though they can be kinda overwhelming; he cherishes them immensely. OOO and if there is a love interest involved (the ones with the red hearts) Adeuce duo absolutely play the role of concerned parents. Because….prefect you could do so much better…/hj

Hornton and Idia are definitely Yao’s introvert recharge people—between both of them they have this unspoken thing that like….if school and people are too much then they will seek each other out. Maybe they’ll ramble about interests or they will hang out in silence. It’s nice!

Leona thinks Yao is the very picture of a herbivore: soft hearted, physically average, and much too näive. Boring and a part of the herd. What he didn’t account for was his penchant for trouble. Leona watches as Yao recklessly throw himself into overblot after overblot just to save some guy he kind of knew. He even has the audacity to rope Leona into one! Ever since then, he’s kept a closer eye on this weird goody goody. And if you ever see them napping together, no you didn’t.

In terms of staff, it does tend to be quite neutral. He particularly enjoys history—it’s like learning about a whole fantasy world that you’re stuck in! Which is!! Cool but he would also like go be at home!!! Alchemy is also fascinating, although Crewel is indeed strict and scary Yao finds wonder in potionmaking. NOW SAM is great. Yao works part time at his Mystery Shop: given special right to as he is kind of strapped for cash. All the time. He makes for good company and as a younger staff member is just much easier to relate to. Crowley is a deadbeat parent. And he sucks. A lot. Even if Yao is a little too ashamed to say it. He ií.

Octatrio. Sigh. Again, Yao is terminally broke so he also works at Monstro Lounge. His naive and honest demeanor makes Jade and Floyd delighted to have a new kind of person to play around with. Azul is cautious after Yao DUSTED HIS LIFE WORK but welcomes the extra labor. Slowly but surely Yao Lotuslay worms his way into their lives…..whether the three expected him to or not. Insults melt into goodnatured teasing, the twins’ teeth don’t shine with that same dangerous glint, Azul’s contracts sound more like promises, and Yao shows up on days he doesn’t even have a shift…What a weird group.

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For fantasy au have you done anything with Kageko or Bloody Painter yet??? I’ve been watching your blog almost religiously lol

If not I’m thinking kageko is some kind of teifling or demonic creature that’s actually pretty normal to see top side but no one fucking likes him in particular cause he’s just an asshole (I love prankster dickwad Kageko hcs)

Ooo and what if Bloody Painter is like a sorcerer (they have innate magic vs wizards have to go to magic school) who’s paintings come to life sometimes? Idk

Helen is lying he absolutely uses magic on his work but he gets PISSED if someone accuses him of it . I also don’t know much about kagekao but the prankster thing made me.. hehe x3 him… LOL . This is my first. Time drawing both of them forgive me y’all