#the way he just disappears except his feet 😭😭

[ikram1909]

This video of baby Gavi will never fail to make me laugh 😭😭

[loveharlow]

SEVEN [THE INBETWEEN] - P4L

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[3k] Two weeks since John B and Sarah have been gone and the pogues decide it's time for a proper memorial to say goodbye, but an impulsive gesture leaves two of the four remaining pogues heads spinning.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of death, unestablished relationship/unrequited love (Pope x Kiara), mentions of child abuse/neglect, general angst

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A/N‧₊˚ This is where things get a little tricky. Also, tumblr decided to kick me out of my mf account so thats why this is like 2 days late instead of one, I DID NOT LIE TO YALL😭 and sorry if this chapter moves a little fast

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“RISE AND SHINE, BLONDIE.” You whispered in the sleeping boy’s ear. JJ immediately slapped a harsh palm over his ear, effectively slapping himself and waking himself up, groaning in pain as you stood by giggling. 

“Fuck you.” He mumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he sat up, Marley emerging next to him from under the covers. You tilted your head at the dog, scoffing.

“You do know that is my dog, right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at a sleepy-eyed JJ who simply looked at the animal over his shoulder before turning back to you and shrugging with a sly smile on his face.

“Not anymore. Her real owner gives her bacon and she loves it.” He retorted, throwing an arm over Marley and pulling her into his side as he rubbed the top of her head. “Ain’t that right, girl?”

You rolled your eyes, your bare feet patting against the hardwood floors of The Chateau as you left the room, calling over your shoulder. “Then her real owner can clean up the aftermath when she vomits it out because she refuses to chew.” You reprimanded playfully, sliding your slippers onto your feet that were sat by the front door. “I’m gonna clean up a bit. Pope and Kie should be here soon. And I bought more cereal, it’s above the fridge.” You called out before going out onto the porch, letting the door shut behind you, the screen rattling. 

Today marked two weeks since John B and Sarah disappeared.

Pope and Kiara had finally made time in their schedules to do a proper send off. Not that you blamed them — Kiara’s parents wanted her as far away from the pogues as possible, with you being a semi-exception. They’d swamped her with work after school at The Wreck, working from the time school ended until the street lights came on. The weekends were no different, with the addition of taking the car away, only allowing her to drive it on the weekdays to and from school.

Heyward had Pope doing grocery run after grocery run, as well catching some of the seafood supply himself. Pope didn’t mind though, he was working on repairing his relationship with his parents after everything that happened. Things seemed to be looking up, Heyward didn’t scowl when you all came around anymore and his mother started to greet you all again. They were easing up on the restrictions, too — allowing Pope to drive the car again and be out past ten.

You and JJ had been managing — he was taking small, odd jobs here and there. Mowing lawns, fixing cars just to keep the lights on and the water running. You did what you could — sneaking into your house, only once or twice, to take some necessities and things to sell. You’d managed to pawn off a good chunk of your mother’s jewelry and some things you didn’t need anymore. It was enough to keep you both fed and clean.

Life was starting to seem okay again. It didn’t seem like there was such a large storm cloud over you and your friends anymore. Now, you just all felt an emptiness when you were together, which was probably why you weren’t together as much anymore.

School was…well, school. You and JJ hadn’t been since it happened. No adults to force you to go, right? Pope and Kie had been a few times, but their parents allowed them some time to themselves occasionally. 

Despite everything, today was the first day you all would be hanging out as a full group again. The Chateau always looked a mess but admittedly, you and JJ hadn’t been helping the place to look any better. The porch was littered with beer bottles, soda cans, snack wrappers. Things that had been piling up from your late night talks. 

Grabbing a plastic bag, you started gathering all of the trash and throwing it inside, the space already looking better.

“SO, HOW ARE WE DOING THIS EXACTLY?” Kiara asked, hands in her pockets as she stood in front of the big tree, next to Pope. The sun was starting to set, casting a low, orange hue over the backyard.

She and Pope had arrived not too long ago, the gathering not being as lively as it used to be. Less smiles, less laughs. There was small talk and a few jokes here and there but it just seemed so forced, as if no one wanted to say “let’s just get this over with”.

The group had been divided, although none of you would admit it aloud. It seemed as if Pope and Kiara did their thing, while you and JJ did yours. 

“We could just carve it. Might take a while, though…” Pope pitched, rubbing his hands over the top of his head and shifting his weight. 

“I mean, we got all day.” JJ shrugged simply, adjusting the baseball cap on his head. “I say we carve this baby up.” He shrugged, hiking up the toolbox in his hand, the metal objects inside rattling, and walking to the forefront of the group. You walked up beside him, looking up with your hands in your back pockets. “Care to do the honors?” He smiled down at you, flicking out a pocket knife in your direction.

Taking the object from his hand, you faced the large, loud live oak tree and began carving the initials of your fallen friend into the wood.

THREE HOURS AND TWO BEERS LATER AND THE TREE WAS CARVED AND BRANDED. A tan-colored, heart-shaped splotch in the center.

2003   2020

JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

P4L

After you’d finished carving, JJ had done the honors of engraving the words with a heated piece of metal, burning the words forever into the oak. The four of you raised a beer to John B, hoping that he could feel you wherever he was.

You’d branched off afterwards, something that never happened before but you’d grown accustomed to the odd dynamic between the group now. You all tried your hardest to ignore it or remedy it but it was useless. 

Pope was sitting on a log, staring at the fire JJ had started. JJ was swinging in the hammock as you made your way over to Kiara, who was sitting on the steps of The Chateau.

“Hey. You alright?” You asked, sitting down next to the girl as she took a sip of her beer, humming in response.

“As alright as I can be, I guess.” She replied almost despondently. You were all grieving in your own ways but something about Kiara’s grief didn’t seem like grief. It was like she was dealing with some other conflicting emotions on top of it all. “You and JJ have been keeping this place up, huh? I can actually see wood on the floor.” She joked lightly.

You chuckled in response. “Yeah... yeah, we’re trying. The place is one kick away from collapsing but it’s a home, nonetheless.”

“Have you been home? Since…” You nodded your head at the girl’s question, staring down at your sneakers.

“...Once or twice just to steal some shit to pawn off. I don’t really care for anything in that house anymore. Or anyone…” Kiara simply drew her lips into a thin line, nodding silently with no clue as to how to continue the conversation. So, you took the initiative for her. “How’ve you been? With your parents? Pope?”

She just grimaced and shrugged, playing with the rim of the open beer bottle. “They’re... going, I suppose. My parents don’t even know I’m here right now. If they did…” She trailed off, scoffing. “And Pope, I don’t know. He’s sweet, he’s just not…” She trailed off once again, but this time it was like she knew what she wanted to say but it was almost as if she couldn’t. Wouldn’t. She seemed weary, hesitant — eyes fleeting between your own and the blades of grass beneath her feet. “Whatever. Forget it. Me and Pope are figuring it out, I guess. I’m trying to give it a chance.”

“That’s good.” You smiled smally, nodding absentmindedly. “If it helps, he really does like you. So, even if you two don’t work out, just let him down easy. He’s our friend and a really good guy.” She simply nodded, taking another swig of her beverage and looking out into the distance. Suddenly, she was standing from the steps, hands on her knees.

“I’m gonna go get another beer...” She sighed before walking back inside.

Maybe you were reading too much into it but Kiara’s grief was seeming more like a cold shoulder...

“YOU WARM ENOUGH, POPE?” You inquired, sitting next to the boy on the log, him shooting you a small smile before returning his gaze to the flames in front of him. The fire casting an amber glow over his skin, making his eyes seem browner, almost softer. 

“Yeah, a little too hot.” He chuckled lightly, leaning back further onto the wooden seat, placing his hands behind him for support. “...I meant to ask, is JJ okay? Like, actually?” He asked with a bit of hesitance, eyeing the blonde swaying calmly on the hammock. You followed his sights, spotting JJ swaying lowly before turning back to Pope.

“He’s…doing better than I expected. But that goes for all of us, I suppose.” You offered honestly. “Why’d you ask?” You questioned, to which Pope shrugged one shoulder before replying.

“I know John B was a really big part of his life. If I was as close as those two, I don’t know how I’d feel. I know we haven’t been around much, Kie and I, but he just seems…too calm.” You didn’t know how to tell Pope that JJ was far from fine. That you’d hear him crying at night, muffled as he tried to wake you not knowing that you couldn’t sleep knowing he was outside the door crying and you couldn’t do anything to comfort him.

You’d tried asking him about it yourself. He simply acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about and you weren't one to push him. Not now, at least.

“He’s handling it all in his own way.” You reassured with mild uncertainty. “But I’ll keep an eye on him. How are you, though?”

The boy drew his lips into a thin line, tilting his head to the side in thought before shrugging and looking out at the fire in front of him. “I…don’t know.” He struggled out, almost as if he wasn’t completely sure of the words but also unsure if he was truly unsure. His brown eyes met yours, slightly glassed over with frustrated tears. “I really just don’t know.”

You gave him a pitiful smile before scooting closer and throwing your arm over his shoulders. The two of you sat in warm, content silence. In all your time of knowing Pope, he was never either fully closed off or openly emotional. He was the definition of a ticking time bomb — bottling everything up until he reached a certain breaking point. But this time, you’d figured he’d had all the meltdowns he could. 

AS YOU APPROACHED THE HAMMOCK, another figure became clear next to JJ’s — Marley curled up in a sleeping ball of fur next to the blonde. You chuckled under your breath at the sight, nudging the swing with your knee to prompt JJ to open his eyes. The boy peeked one eye open before the other, eyes fleeting the yard at Pope and Kiara’s frames talking at the bonfire before returning to yours. 

You took a seat on the grass in front of the hammock, looking up at JJ as he made the small effort to turn on his side to look down at you without disturbing the peaceful animal beside him. 

“Done being the group therapist?” He yawned, pushing the blonde locs of hair out of his face. You simply shrugged, rubbing a hand across your forehead. 

“Yeah, my office is closed.” You sighed, leaning back on your palms — small pebbles and mulch chips digging into them but you were too tired to care. “But you know I’m always willing to listen for you.” You said playfully, shooting the blonde a wink. He giggled in response, leaning forward in the hammock with one hand clutching it for support.

“You promised no pushing.” He mumbled sleepily.

“I’m not pushing.” You assured, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I’m just... politely suggesting that you open up to your best friend, is all.” You shrugged nonchalantly, pretending to pick at your nails. 

“Right...how about we do a little switch-a-roo then, hm?” He threw out, shifting around once more in the hammock, eyes piercing yours. “How have you been? With everything. Bree, your mom…” He trailed off, eyes never leaving yours even though you avoided eye contact the moment he started listing issues. “I mean, The Chateau is nothing compared to your beachfront palace in Kooklandia. You gotta miss it sometimes. You’re telling me you never think about goin' home?”

You snarled, shrugging off his statement. “This is my home.” You declared, drifting your eyes upwards to connect with his, the amber glow of the bonfire making his eyes appear more green-toned than blue. “I never wanted to move to Figure Eight in the first place. I didn’t care about the ocean view or the fact that our living room and kitchen didn’t have to be one room anymore.” You explained, drawing shapes into the dirt. “I feel safe here.” You muttered. “I feel safer with you guys...”

He simply hummed and nodded in agreement. “I get that.” He sighed. “I feel the same about my house. I don’t really care that all my shit is there and that I have to sneak back and forth to get what I need. My dad… he makes me hate that house. And I hate myself for being able to hate the house because of him but not being able to hate him.”

“He’s your dad, though. It’s understandable. You feel like you should love him no matter what.”

“...Do you hate your mom?” You paused your drawing in the dirt to peer up at JJ through your lashes, his eyes wide and wondering. The question caused you to feel a way you’d never felt before. It was such a loaded question and even with everything that happened, you figured the answer should be easy but...it wasn’t. Saying that you hated your mother felt like venom on your tongue. Even if you knew you had every right to say that you did.

“No.” You sighed, tucking your hair behind your ears. “But, it’s like, I don’t love her either. I just…don’t recognize her anymore. In my eyes, she’s not my mother. But in my heart, she is and always will be. And I hate that.”

The two of you fell into silence after that, the only sound being cicadas and crickets. You directed your gaze up to the sky, counting the stars and silently acknowledging constellations while JJ kicked one leg out to swing the hammock gently as he stared up as well.

You figured the conversation ended there. It was getting late and you’d scored a babysitting gig for tomorrow that was paying good money. So, you figured heading to bed now was ideal because being late wasn't. You sighed, hands slapping your knees as you stood up with a groan, stretching as JJ’s eyes drifted to your frame.

“Well, I think my social battery has officially died.” You yawned, stepping closer to the blonde to ruffle his fluffy head of hair. “Night, blond-” You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence before JJ’s hand was wrapping itself around your wrist, pulling you down until your faces were just centimeters apart, him taking the opportunity to connect your lips with his, placing his free hand on the nape of your neck.

Your eyes went impossibly wide as the blonde pressed his lips to yours firmly, his eyes closed blissfully. A normal, friendly reaction would be to push him away, to say that you shouldn’t be doing this. But the way he was kissing you..

It was like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

From the way his fingers dug into your skin to the amount of force he was using to hold you in place.

Something in you suddenly relaxed, allowing you to close your own eyes and move your lips to kiss him back. Your lips moved in perfect sync with his for the moment. But you figured it would be nothing but. This was JJ, your best friend. He knew you like the back of his-

Oh. Oh, God. You were kissing your best friend. You were kissing JJ. 

You pulled back so fast you nearly stumbled over your own feet, head whipping around in panic to find Kie and Pope still engulfed in their own conversation before turning back to the starstruck blonde in front you. His hair was messy and his lips were swollen with a deep shade of red blooming within the lower one. His own blue eyes were wide but you didn’t know for what reason. 

You just looked at each other with an unknown expression. Terror? Confusion?

Neither of you said anything, just stared at each other, panting in panic. Your heart was beating wildly out of your chest prompting you to adjust the neckline of your top away from your throat, the material suddenly feeling constricting.

You didn’t know what else to do so you did the only thing you could do.

Swallowing harshly and touching your aching, wet lips, you swiftly walked off in the direction of The Chateau. The last thing you heard was JJ call out your name one, heart aching time before the door of The Chateau closed behind you.

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[toyaslove]

HIII!!

I’m glad I can FINALLY request anything😭

Many writers have closed requests and there was no hurt -> comfort content of PJSK chars. Soooo… I’ll ask something

May I request for Toya and Akito (separate) with a depressed!gn!reader? Like the reader tries to commit suicide but Akito/Toya stops them?

Pretty pls~

A/N: HIIII SO OMG I LOVE UR REQ mainly cuz i already tried that 4 times lol... btw, there IS hurt to comfort pjsk fics, u just gotta search ^^ (I read all Toya fics around tumblr and there are some hurt to comfort :P) SOOO tysm for ur req I love it

Tw!!!!: Suicide, self-harm, cursing, ANGST

Pls look at the tw... (double checking)

Toya Aoyagi & Akito Shinonome (separately) x GN!Reader

Tags: Come get your summer pancake ginger:~ @mccnstruck , @maxident-xx , @miya-akane , @sentientsoil , @akitosheart

Come get your winter coffee addicted~ @sentientsoil , @miya-akane , @akitosheart

S-icide attempt

Writing style: story

(Again, check the tw's)

秋–くん🔥

It was late at night. Everything was spinning. You couldn't feel nothing, but despair, angst, sadness. Actually, did you feel anything? Was there anything in your heart right now? You couldn't cry, you couldn't feel anything. You were doped of medications, such as antidepressants, to not have these stupid thoughts, but whatever they were trying to do, they weren't working. Maybe if you went to a psychiatrist they would double your dose, wouldn't they? You thought of this. But... what if you don't need to spend more money on these? What if... you disappeared. Just. Did it. Why feel more pain? Why make your friends suffer while you're alive? It will be quick... Of course, everyone would be sad with your absence, but it would be less than a life-time, such as you bothering all of them daily... it will be less painful for both sides, won't it?

With this thought, your wrists dripping a red tone liquid, you look down your feet. You're on the 12th floor of a building, you look down with fear, cars and vehicles are passing in the road, but it won't stop you. You're shaking...

Then, the only thing you see is darkness. You close your eyes and you're ready to give a step forward, putting one foot on the air. You flinch when you hear a voice coming from behind you, a despaired and panting voice.

"What the actual fuck are you doing?!" – A familiar voice screams, a ginger figure appears in the rooftop, making you fall behind and gasp. The person was holding a messy piece of paper, the sight is familiar, your suicide letter.

"Are you crazy?! You know you could have died there!!!" – Akito speaks in despair and anger. He looks at you with a painful and worried expression, with a bit of rage. He sits in front of you, taking both of your hands in his.

"I... I just didn't want to... bother you anymore. All of you. I'm sorry" You speak in pain, you break down in tears. Akito, as he sees you in that state, frowns more, but his rage disappears. The only thing he does is wrapping his arms around you, as tight as he can, as if you were about to vanish (well somewhat you were (IM SORRY)

He's not really good at words, so he demonstrates his affection that way. But... maybe today he'll open an exception...

"Dang it... never do that anymore... never again. I don't want to lose you, please... I love you way too much for that to happen."

Akito speaks in the most caring tone he could. You have never seen him this affectionate, around anyone. Never ever. You can hear muffled and quiet whines coming from Akito while you hug him.

"If... if it will make you that way, I won't try it again..."

In the end, Akito didn't leave you for the whole night, focing you to accept him at your place... he can't handle you wanting to do this.

冬弥♥︎ (俺の彼氏) ❄️

You couldn't handle it. Everything was so tough. Everything. You couldn't breathe, it was hard. How are you going to do it with so much pressure? So much stress? You feel unlovable, you feel empty. Who would care if you died? I mean... they would cry for a while, but... later they would forget you. They always do, don't they? Your friends, family, people you care for... they all have a first place, and it was not you. You're just alive to bother, you're just letting people down, your presence was a nuisance, everyone only invited you to go out out of pure obligation. They didn't care at all. So, why would you keep being a weight to them? A pain on the ass? You feel so stupid, so helpless, so miserable. Everything is going wrong to you in your life, you see no future... so, why move forward to suffer more when you could just end it all? The pain would go away, your friends and known people would be happy after a while in the end... it would be less weight to you and to everyone else.

You keep thinking and thinking, all of this. Everything. Everything was so awful. You look at the train rail, waiting for it to come. You see a soft light at the end of the tunnel, it was arriving... you position yourself in the rail, close your eyes and wait. It will be quick, you thought to yourself.

It was arriving... it was closer and closer... your heart was beating fast out of fear and anxiety, but you knew it's going to be ok. Everything... Everything...

Seconds before the train passed in the rail where you were sitting, you felt a strong grip on your wrist, pulling you out of the rails. You could feel the drift from the train passing behind you. You open your eyes, to find a sight of a split-haired boy, looking at you with tears in his eyes, panting.

"W-what were you trying to do..." he speaks with his voice shaking and stuttering. The known sight of Toya, but different... you have never seen him this sad, this despaired, this scared... His eyes were watery, and his cheeks were also wet. He grips onto you and hugs you as tight as he can. You can feel his body shaking. Tears start to form in your eyes when you realise what's going on around you... Toya... what you tried to do... everything... he was holding your suicide letter tightly.

"What... what did you mean by... 'I won't be a bother anymore. It will be one less weight to your life'... What... what made you think that? You were never a weight, never. Did I do something for you to think that way?" – Toya speaks pulling away slightly from the hug, tears roll down his cheeks, he holds both of your hands tightly.

You shake your head, you speak quietly and painfully "I couldn't handle life anymore... I'm sorry... you haven't done anything wrong. It's just me... I think the meds weren't making effect, or my depression just got worse-"

Toya puts a finger in your mouth, he looks at you with empathy and pure care

"You don't have to apologise or explain yourself... just, promise you won't try this again... or this..." – Toya speaks, he takes your wrist in his hand, showing your scars, some of them fresh and some of them old.

"I care about you deeply... I don't want to lose you. I don't... I love you way too much to let you go"

He holds both of your hands tightly, as if you were to vanish within seconds. He wraps his arms around your waist and strokes your backs back and forth, a soothing and gentle motion.

"If... if that's the case... I'll try my best to also show you how much I care about you"

Toya, after that, will try his best to take smiles from you. Whatever if it's giving you gifts, hugging you, using words of affirmation, or making silly jokes, he will try his best. He also bakes a lot for you, your favourite things (and they're really, really good. Toya always think so much about you, he does his best to bake the best desserts and cook the best food for you ♥︎)

Later on that night, Toya brought you to your place and you two stayed in, playing games or doing anything that would make you happy and enjoy yourself. He will ask you if you two can cuddle, he would always ask if he could touch you in any situation~

Always remember... Akito and Toya will always be there to love you and care about you <3

They would never let something like this happen to you, you're too precious to them

Always have this in mind <3 stay safe

A/N: HELP ME I'm sorry if this got a bit too... uhhh... personal... cuz like I started adding some reasons to the reader's attempt of suicide, I had to think of smt and i ended up putting some of my feelings 😭 i hope u like it, stay safe guys <3 ty for sending me reqs and for the last 121 notes :P

[whalesforhands]

MY GOD YOUR GETO X READER X GOJI FICS SCRATCH AN ITCH IN MY BRAIN AND THE SHOKO CRUSH ADDITION?!?!? ABSOLUTELY DIVINE I TELL YOU!!!! Part 3 had me hurting ngl like ouch man but it inspired some angst *rubs hands evilly* what if one day after a tough mission reader is just feeling super down and tired and weak and is abt to cry and runs into Gojo and Geto who (not knowing any better) start teasing her abt her abilities and cursed technique etc not knowing her mental state and she just snaps and starts crying and yelling at them abt if all they think of her is a joke then they should just leave her alone instead of messing around with her feelings and runs off. Shoko is the one to find her and comforts her while Gojo and Geto are left gobsmacked and stricken with guilt. I’ll let you imagine how they realize what idiots they are and try to fix their huge screwup. Also I’m so glad you’re writing for Geto x reader x Gojo there’s hardly any fics on here with that pairing and not smut (not that I don’t love that too but I want PAIN and DRAMA and SHENANIGANS) and your fics give me just that so ty

anon i’m going to cry i finally got another ask. i thought ppl hated me bro. ur so cute for such a detailed and compliment filled ask, anon

i write 2 gs x reader bcs it never feels right knowing that they are without each other. i need them to be happy 😭😭

anyways, eat up

dread creeps around the corner (gojo x reader x geto, shoko x reader)

warnings: angst to fluff, y’all making me consider quitting smut writing to become a full time PG writer cause these are way more fun

You think the weariness of life is catching up to you.

Your body felt heavy, your feet dragging as your back was hunched over. Your staff strapped to your back as your eyesight started to blur.

Your backpack seems even heavier today too. You were sure you packed light.

Another mission, another near-miss. How many times would you be able to just make it out with your life? How many times until your luck finally ran out?

Why weren’t you improving? Why weren’t your techniques breaking past their limit quicker? What are you doing wrong?

Why are you so weak?

Perhaps you just aren’t cut out for savi- No.

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts as you sense the familiar energy begin to surround you.

“Little Miss Barrierrrrrr!” An arm latched itself onto your shoulders as weight suddenly pressed itself down onto you, the sudden pressure causing you to stumble backwards, only for the arm to support you and keep you upright on your feet.

“How was your mission?” Gojo’s loud voice rang throughout your ears, it’s sheer volume grating and painful. His hand going round to the strap of your backpack, tugging it off of you and onto his own shoulder.

The other presence flanked your side, before you felt the weight of your staff disappear from your back, leaving you empty handed as the two sorcerers smiled down at you.

You took a breath in.

“It… It was-“ Horrible. Tragic. You survived by the skin of your teeth once again. You struggled to find the strength to describe it in more detail.

“Fine.”

Gojo grins as you felt Geto’s hand pat your head.

“Sounds like code for, ‘You struggled!’” He laughs, patting your back. “My Six Eyes tell me your cursed energy barely improved after that mission too. Should I ask Yaga to assign you harder ones? Maybe with us?”

Your body stills. It… Barely improved? You gave that mission your best shot.

You heard Suguru laugh as he smacked Satoru’s arm, ridding his arm off your shoulder as he replaced it with his own.

“It’s alright,” Suguru began. “Don’t listen to him. Improving takes time anyway.”

Takes… Time? How hypocritical does he have to be to tell you that? He, along with the gifted Gojo Satoru, had immense cursed energy from the beginning. Their talent innate, their improvement expedited with little to no training.

Self-sufficient, talented, never having to try too hard to far surpass the standards of average. Exceptional. Things that you never were, never will be.

Frustration had built up, your emotions starting to light aflame. With desperation, with aggravation. Why did it always feel like they looked down upon you?

“Helloooo? Earth to Miss Protection? Ya there?” Gojo waved his hand in front of your face.

Seeing no response, he reached a hand out to caress your cheek.

“Gosh, if you’re going to be so distracted, I might just ki-“

You slap his hand away before he could touch you. Eyes alight with anger, you looked straight at him, throwing Geto’s arm off your shoulders.

“If you think I’m so weak, then just leave me alone!”

The air grew tense. Your tears were beginning to well up.

“I- I know I’m weak, okay?! You don’t have to rub it in all the time! B-but I’ve tried! I’ve tried too hard for you to tell me that I’m not doing enough!” The dam broke, your cheeks streaked with your tears as your stutters caused you to grow embarrassed.

Why can’t you even express your anger more courageously?

You turned tailed and ran away. Your sobs making themselves more apparent the more you ran, the more your legs burned.

You were such an embarrassment.

Settling by a creek, your legs bundled up to your chest as you cried into your knees. You don’t know how long you’ve been here crying your stress out. Your eyes were puffy, stress not leaving your body as you sat still, listening to the gentle pitter patter of the rain beginning to fall upon you.

Can the day really not get any worse?

You wanted to laugh at yourself as you felt the rain begin to drench your uniform. It was your last clean one. You need to do the laundry again soon.

As the rain poured down on you, it suddenly stopped. A shadow had overcome your figure, providing you shelter.

Cigarette smoke and a hint of a citrusy fragrance.

Shoko.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

You stay silent. You didn’t expect to be found. Nor did you even feel like talking right now. You bury your face deeper into your folded arms, trying to hide. You don’t want to be seen as weak by Shoko.

It stays that way for a moment. Silent, besides the gentle patter of the rain.

“It’s not,” She began. “It’s not weak to cry when you’re sad. Not in front of me.” Assurance. She was comforting you.

You felt her settle next to you, getting her skirt wet.

She gently adjusted your head to rest on her shoulder.

“Cry all you want. I’ll be here.”

And you did. Sobbing, fingers digging into her uniform as your tears and snot mixed into her clothing.

You didn’t notice her other shoulder getting wet with rain as she held the umbrella up over the both of you.

——

You were holding her arm with both of your own as she walked you back to the dorms.

You were ready to take a shower, collapse onto your bed and cry even more. Too much stress has built up.

What you didn’t expect was to see the duo settled on your carpeted floor.

They scrambled up to their feet almost instantaneously.

You sniffled, your eyes red and weary as you held Shoko’s arm tighter.

Geto spoke first, a hand of his outstretched to touch you before he willed it back to his side. “I- We’re very sorry. It wasn’t our intention to hurt you.”

He never wanted to make you feel inferior.

Gojo’s eyes were downcast, sight seemingly stuck to the floor before he raised his gaze to be directly looking at you.

“You’re not weak. You just need more training.”

Geto elbowed his side as you heard Shoko sighed exasperatedly beside you.

“Ow!” The white haired sorcerer exclaimed. “Oh, and uh, I- I’m sorry… Too.” He rubbed at his torso where Suguru had landed his hit.

“Hopeless…” You heard her murmur. Strangely, you didn’t feel taken aback by Gojo’s seemingly insincere apology.

You found it funny. You giggled, desperately trying to not let them see as a hand came up to slap itself over your mouth, your eyes beginning to light up with joy.

“It’s-“ You tried to speak through your silent laughter. “It’s- Okay.” Getting ahold of yourself, you remove your hand.

“I forgive you.” You smiled.

“We bought you pizza as an apology by the way.”

“You’ll join us, right?”

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Note:

Geto, Gojo and Shoko thought your laughter was cute, especially after seeing how hard you cried.

Surprisingly, Geto and Gojo were fighting over who was to pay for the pizzas. They both wanted to pay for you. Shoko watched, amused by their fighting as she paid for it at the counter whilst they were too busy wrestling.

You never thought you’d get so hungry after crying so hard. You ate nearly half of the whole damn thing before Geto went to order some more.

Gojo thought it was adorable how you were stuffing your cheeks like a pig.

Shoko licked some sauce off your face as you were eating, you blushed so hard and told her she’d make an amazing wife.

“Just because of some sauce?!?! I can do that too-!”

[hughesmuse86]

Could you do a Thomas Rhett “Marry Me” plot with Jack and Quinn Hughes please? One of them can be the one that the reader is trying to marry while the other one can be the one that wants the reader and that the reader secretly wants as well. If not that’s okay.

Thank you sm for your ask!! I’ve never heard this song so I had to do a little research 🫣 also sorry, Quinn 😭

+18 → language | angsty, cheating + kissing

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

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Jack’s POV:

The lake shone in the late day sun, gold dancing across rippled water. Wind ruffled in trees, carrying laughter—her laughter. I shifted slightly on the dock, sitting up on my palms to watch.

She was sprawled in the sun, warmth of summer casting a glow across her soft skin. The way she smiled was so damn easy, so fucking beautiful—it tore something in my chest. She sat up on her elbows, meeting her friend’s glance across the dock, taking a dash for the water.

I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath until she leaped in.

The splash vibrated across the quiet, and I sat up straight, my eyes on the spot she’d disappeared beneath the surface. I never wanted to lose sight of her. I never wanted to feel that loss—not now, never again.

Seconds ticked by, and she came up, water sheened across her perfect skin, hair slicked back, wide smile across her face. She was gorgeous—always was. But in a heartbeat, I saw her in my mind’s eye, a different time.

That night had been alive—wild and hot, packed with stolen laughter and whispered promises. She’d been mine in that moment. We had been everything and nothing at once, twisted up in each other until reality hit.

Hockey had been my everything. My career took center stage. And she lived her life without it. Without me. I told myself I was okay with it. And, I was okay with that. Until now.

I blinked back to reality just in time to see my brother, Quinn, reaching for her. Strong arms wrapped around her, hoisting her up onto the dock, his wide, warm smile something I was used to yet never got to hold.

Then he kissed her.

It was a quick one. Chaste. Familiar. But it stole my air.

My own brother. The weight of it hit hard in my chest when realization hit home—she was his now. She was his to start with. And he didn’t seem to be letting her go.

"Yeah, I think I’m gonna marry her.” He mumbled against the lip of his beer can earlier this afternoon. Those eight little words almost derailed me. I swallowed hard around the ache, forged a smile, pretended like it didn’t twist a knife in my heart. But standing there, looking at them, I saw it all too easily—the life that was theirs, the one he wanted with her.

And all I was able to think was how easily it could’ve been mine. If I hadn’t let it slip. If I hadn’t released it…

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. * ੈ✩‧₊˚

The bonfire licked low between us that night, flames dancing across her face. She sat across from me, colliding with my eyes over blaze, and for a heartbeat, everything else was forgotten.

The tension was there from the beginning of our trip. Unspoken. Heavy. I felt it now, bearing down on my chest, lingering in the way her eyes never looked away.

I released a harsh breath and pushed to my feet. "I’m gonna head in."

No one really said anything—except her. Her eyes stayed on me as I backed up to the fire, disappearing into the house.

The second I was in, I picked up my phone, my thumbs hovered over our old string of texts. I hadn’t been looking for anything—but there it was. Three little bubbles.

I was shaking.

Then, her message.

You: You’re not going to sleep, are you?

I stared at it for a moment before I typed.

Jack: No.

You: You feel it too, don’t you?

Jack: Yeah.

You: What are we going to do about it?

I didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate.

Jack: Meet me around back.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. * ੈ✩‧₊˚

She came around in the dark a few minutes later, and before she said a word, I took her. I took hold of her, my arms around her, my hard hands around her waist, pulling hard up to my body, and I kissed her hard and needing.

She gasped for air as I hauled her in tight, my arms hard around her, my fingers digging into the thin material of her shirt. The instant our mouths met, something inside of me just burst—something I had been keeping in check for way too long.

She melted in my arms in a heartbeat, her fingers twisted around my shirt, pulling in close as if she had been waiting for this just as desperately as I was waiting for it. The taste of her was intoxicating—familiar, yet new, a memory I tried to push aside but never been able to.

She moaned in my mouth, her lips parting, and I deepened it, my arms moving up her back, my palms cupping the heat of her there as my tongue slipped between her soft lips.

The night air was cold, but she was blazing in my arms. Her entire body was pressed up against me. My fingers raked into her hair, tilting up her face so I could take more and feel more of her.

Fuck, it had been too long.

Her hands slipped up, sweeping over my chest, my shoulders, curling in my hair too. This was more than a weak moment.This was more than a few year's worth of nostalgia. This was years worth of pent-up yearning, of every unspoken word in between then and now—every missed chance finally coming to a head.

I backed up just enough to meet her beautiful eyes, my forehead pressed to hers. Her swollen lips panting. The heavy look in her eyes as she pulled me in for more and I knew it was two-sided.

Her fingers knotted in my shirt, her breathing shaky. “Jack…” She whispered. I swallowed hard as I moved her, pushing her back against the house.

“Tell me to stop,” I whispered.

She didn't. Instead, she moved forward, claiming my lips again, her kiss more desperate, hungrier. She came up onto her toes, her body conforming to mine, and I groaned in her mouth, my hands delving under her hoodie, my fingertips tracing the warm skin of her lower back. She shuddered, but she didn't move away.

I should've stopped. I should've thought of my brother, thought of everything that this would ruin. I just couldn't. Instead I lifted her up, taking her into my arms, walking with her toward the door, moving us to a place with a bed, and a lock.

She was here with me. And I was not gonna let her go.

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

[juyeonszn]

I WANNA SHOW YOU OFF

PAIRING ju haknyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.65k

GENRES smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, idol!juhak and non-idol!reader, stupid man not getting the hint, jealous juhak 🤭, DOM JUHAK !!!! this deserves its own warning phew, marking, no foreplay bc we ball like steph curry, little bit of exhibitionism but also not really, unprotected sex, sex against a wall?? standing upright?? what is that position called, creampie lol

SUMMARY you hated when men flirted with you, but god if it didn’t result in such a thrilling experience.

MORE im actually yelling like no way i’ve done 9 of these…. each time a fawntober fic goes up i rattle my brain around in my head to make sure it’s not empty 😭 ANYWAYS!!! if u enjoyed, please reblog <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

You couldn’t wait to get out of here.

Your feet were starting to ache from the uncomfortable heels you were wearing. Your faux smile could only handle staying on your face for so long. Your head was throbbing from all of the superficial conversations. You were just about ready to crash.

That was the thing about being the girlfriend of a successful idol, you had to accompany him to these company parties despite everyone being so fake. The only genuine people were the idols themselves. All of the higher ups and staff members were just too vain and shallow minded, you could hardly talk to them without feeling like you’d lost multiple brain cells.

To be fair, you weren’t required to attend these. Haknyeon technically wasn’t even supposed to have a girlfriend, for the sake of maintaining his image for the fans. But everyone at his company knew of your existence and he liked having the excuse to parade you around like a little trophy.

His group members often teased him for being the first to get into a relationship. The two of you had been friends way before he even began idol training and preparing to debut. During that time, you’d lost touch, thanks to his rigorous training process and dedication to his craft. But a couple years into the limelight and you found your way back to each other. Fate was a funny concept.

You were currently standing at a high-top table, mindlessly chatting with some guy from the PR department. Haknyeon had disappeared to grab you some drinks to kill time before you could finally leave. Sunwoo stayed back to keep you occupied while he was gone, but at some point, you heard Eric calling for him and he, too, had wandered off. You kind of wished you went with him, now stuck with this random man you didn’t know.

“You’re really pretty, Y/N,” the guy says, smiling at you. “Haknyeon is very lucky.”

You laugh awkwardly, thanking him for the compliment. He kept inching closer to you, making it palpable that he was flirting in spite of his awareness towards your relationship. The dude clearly couldn’t take a hint, oblivious to your uncomfortability. You didn’t want to be rude, though. These were the people who worked with your boyfriend on a near daily basis.

Where the hell was Haknyeon?

“Does he treat you well?” He asks, clearly steering the conversation in a specific direction. You know what he’s aiming at, but you pretend to be ignorant to his attempts.

“He’s an exceptional boyfriend, actually. He treats me like a princess.” You state, eyes darting around the large event hall in search of said boyfriend. If he didn’t come to your rescue soon, you feared you’d say something worthy of putting his career on the line.

“If that’s truly the case, why is he nowhere to be found? How could such a good partner leave his girlfriend all alone like this?” The gaslighting is hilarious. The fact that this guy genuinely felt he was so much better than Haknyeon, that he was much more attractive, was laughable. He sincerely thought he was powerful enough to come between your secure, loving relationship.

“Here you go, baby,” a drink is placed in front of you, a kiss left on your temple. “What are you and Seojun talking about?”

Haknyeon’s arm wraps snugly around your waist. To anyone else, he’d look normal. He was remaining neutral, lips pulled into a thin line but curved at the ends so it appeared that he was being nice. But you knew otherwise. You knew this calm was just a facade to hide how pissed off he really was. His jealousy wasn’t because he didn’t trust you. His jealousy was because he didn’t trust others.

Namely Jung Seojun, the PR department’s resident fuckboy.

You glance up at your boyfriend, surprised there wasn’t any drool rolling down your chin. You couldn’t help but be drawn into the darkness of his eyes and his clenched jaw. The best part of this was what lies ahead of you once you get home. Maybe this night wasn’t a total bust.

“Oh. Um. Just, you know, the usual pleasantries…” This dude was a shitty liar. He was fortunate that he hadn’t actually made a move on you, lest he wanted to keep his job. Ju Haknyeon didn’t play around when it came to you, the love of his life.

Thankfully, you don’t stay at the party much longer. He tried to keep his cool until it was deemed acceptable to make his exit, but at a certain point, he just couldn’t anymore. The drive home wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was a thick tension filling the atmosphere. If it weren’t for the driver in the same car, you’re sure his hands would’ve been all over you.

So, the moment you step through the threshold of the dorms, door barely locked, Haknyeon’s pinning you to the surface. His lips are searing on your own, rough but soft all at once. His fingers don���t know where they want to rest, first tangled in your hair and then digging into your hips only a second later. Your head is dizzy, spinning around a mantra of his name and nothing else.

He bunches up the fabric of your dress, pulling back slightly to catch his breath. “Who the hell did he think he was? Talking to my pretty girl like he was deserving of her presence?”

“Hak…” You sigh, his mouth trailing down the side of your neck. He nips and sucks at the base, and then again where it meets your jaw. You hated when men flirted with you, but God if it didn’t result in such a thrilling experience. Your regularly sweet, gentle boyfriend becoming someone nearly unrecognizable drove you crazy.

“Hmm?” His hands hook under your thighs, picking you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You can feel him this way, already so hard and ready for you. You don’t think you can handle waiting for all the foreplay, your entire body tingling with want and desire.

“Need you to fuck me,” you whine, head lolling to the side when he sucks at that particularly sensitive area on your throat. “Want you so bad…”

“Yeah, princess? Gonna fuck you so good that you’ll be ruined for anyone else. No one can give it to you like I do.” He chuckles into your skin, pushing your dress up further and kissing your shoulders after the straps have slid off. Ju Haknyeon might actually be the death of you.

That was your favorite thing about sex with him. He was so uncharacteristically cocky, so uncharacteristically aggressive in the way he manhandled you. You moan when he shoves aside your underwear, undoing his slacks enough to slip his cock free. He presses into you slowly, forehead falling to your shoulder with a groan.

One of his hands comes up to fist at your hair, yanking back so he can bite at your jugular and exposed chest some more. He thrusts up into your cunt with what feels like ease in spite of your walls squeezing him. His hips snap up and meet your ass with every kiss of his cock to that spongy spot deep inside of your pussy. Everything is moving too fast, but not fast enough at the same time.

“W-What if someone comes home?” You gasp, fingers getting lost in the hair at the nape of his neck. As much as you were enjoying this, you don’t know what you’d do if one of his members walked in on you. For sure, you’d be mortified, unable to show your face around the dorm ever again.

“Who cares? Let them see how well you’re taking it,” he mutters, sucking in your supple skin and ensuring bruises are left in his wake. “I should let everyone witness how good I fuck you, right baby? Marking you all up so the world knows your mine.”

A loud moan rips from your vocal cords, his cock so deep inside of you that you’re starting to see stars. Haknyeon grins against your sternum knowing that you’re enjoying this as much as he is. You wanted him to stake his claim on your body, wanted anyone who could see to know that you were his. Even the way he fucked into you had that same purpose, like his dick was meant to be there. It was almost as if your cunt was acclimating to the shape of it.

“Fuck, feels so so good, Hak…” You whine, lower half squirming when that knot in your stomach is about to unravel. Your toes curl and your back arches off of the door, legs spreading wider in an attempt to suck him in further. “I’m gonna— oh god— I’m—”

You don’t even finish your sentence, your orgasm washing over you without a moment’s notice. The feeling of your cunt fluttering around his cock has Haknyeon groaning, twitching and spilling into you seconds later. He fucks his own release back inside of you, teeth sinking into your collarbone to steel himself.

The two of you stay like that for a minute, catching your breaths in spite of his cum beginning to leak out of you. He kisses the crown of your sweaty forehead. “You did so well, princess.”

Just like earlier, you’re interrupted before you can reply, the sound of keys jingling on the other side of the door. You share a look of terror, scrambling to his room so you don’t get caught. You both flop onto his bed in a fit of giggles, recalling how he’d said he didn’t care who saw you in such a compromising state.

“You’re all talk, aren’t you?” You tease.

“Oh, just you wait, baby,” he shakes his head, moving to hover over you. “I’ll make you regret that you said that.”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[ladylooch]

One of my favorite blurbs you made was Timo and Liv’s daddy daughter date (the cutest ever 😭) But what happens when Nico takes his girls out on daddy-daughter dates? 🤣🤣🤣

A/N: AH! THANK YOU! I love that one too. Livy is so sassy... and mama's #1 fan hehe.

“Hischier babies! Look at mama!” Lexi calls to her girls. All three of them are dressed in matching red dresses. Nico is in one of his game day suits in the middle with a daughter on each knee and the littles on her butt between his feet. It’s Galentine’s Day! Which means all the Hischer women are taken out by their main man. Except this year, Lexi is staying home to enjoy some much needed alone and quiet time. Lexi grins as she clicks her phone to take a burst of photos. Wow, her and Nico made gorgeous babies.

“Daddy, do you like my dress?” Lucie asks. She sets her black ballet slipper against the opposite knee she is sitting on, right into Mack’s lap. Mack scowls, pushing it off her. 

“Very pretty, Luc. Just like you. But please keep your hands and feet to yourself tho."

Lucie and Mack lock eyes, clearly annoyed with one another. 

Nico sighs. This is why Lexi needed a break. 

Two year old Sophie excitedly runs to Lexi. 

“See!” She yells. Lexi turns the camera to show her daughter the pictures. Soph claps her little hands together and stomps her feet. She loves her daddy. She bounces back over to him, holding her arms in the air. “Up.” Her 'p' pops dramatically. Nico swings her up. 

“Okay, girls, jackets, hats, and mittens on.”

“I hate these shoes!” Mack yells. She punts them both off, running to the mudroom to get her big puffy yellow boots. 

“Well, at least we got a nice picture before.” Lexi smiles at Nico.

“I am in for it tonight?”

“Big time. Good luck with those two.” She motions between Mack and Lucie who are back to glaring at each other. 

But Lexi should have learned by now to never underestimate her perfect husband. 

“How was it?” She whispers to Nico as she helps him bring their sleepy girls back into the house after their busy night. They had burgers and fries and milkshakes and saw a 3D movie at the nice theater with heated seats. Nico let them each bring blanket too. They got to pick out a drink and a snack. He even let them all get the blue icee AND candy.

“Good. Lucie and Mack snuggled up together in their seats. It was cute. I'll show you the picture when we get them to bed.

“No way.” Lexi stops at Mack’s doorway with her, gaping at Nico.

“Yeah.” He says, disappearing into Lucie's room.

“How in the…” She mutters, shaking her head. Lexi and Mack struggle through getting her little pajamas on. She resists the whole time, saying she is too tired to change. “I know you’re sleepy, but we can’t wear this to bed.”

“I hate this dress. Next year I get to pick the outfit.” 

“Next year, Sophie does.” Mack whines. “It is only fair.”

“But she is littler than me.”

“Yeah, now you know how LuLu feels when you get to pick.” Lexi puts her long sleeved pajama shirt over her head. Nico walks in, pulling back Mack’s covers so she can snuggle into her pillow.

“I had so much fun with you today. Thank you for spending time with me.” Mack’s demeanor softens into gooey compliance at her daddy’s sweet words. “I love you.” He kisses her forehead. After Lexi gives a smooch too, her and Nico leave their middle child. Sophie is next followed by Lucie. They find their oldest sitting up on her propped pillows, crying quietly. 

“What’s up, baby?” Nico asks worriedly. 

“I don’t want our day to be over.” She mewls. 

“Oh sweets.” Nico pouts sitting next to her. “I had the best day with you. Thank you for helping me with your sisters. You’re getting so big.” He smooths her hair down. Lucie and Nico talk for a bit longer about their exciting night and how Lucie can't wait for him to take her to school on Monday since he will be in town. Eventually, Lucie’s brown eyes begin to close. Nico slides out from under her limp body, settling her back into her pillows. Him and Lexi tip toe out. 

She grins, wrapping her arms around him from behind as they walk together to their room.

“Our girls love you so much, Neeks.” She puts her nose into his spine, dropping a kiss there.

“I am not gonna lie, I don’t know how you do it by yourself. I am so tired after a few hours with them. You amaze me, baby. If I haven’t said it recently, thank you.”

“You literally said thank you this morning.” She reminds him, running her hand down his chest, resting it on his hip. Her green eyes meet his brown ones, reliving their morning connection. 

“Wanna do that again?” 

“Mhm. Really bad.”

Nico chuckles, leaning down to kiss her.

Now it’s time to take care of his favorite Hischier girl.

[spicy30]

Hello again! I don’t wanna possibly spoil anything for people since the last chapter hasn’t been out that long so I’ll just put a little warning here —

!!! SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 11 !!!

AHHH so much Criston in this last chapter! My problematic fav, I’m so happy. Really enjoyed all of his parts and am interested to see what happens with him next. He’s just such a fun character to read, write and talk about. It’s kinda funny to think about him turning around and finding that MC has disappeared in the street though 💀 (ik I’m terrible) And just like…doing a walk of shame back up to the Hightower hours later to tell Alicent he lost the crazy lady but she’s already back there

Fr though, I’m itching to see how the relationships between Criston, Alicent and MC develop further. He’s got such a longing for purpose and salvation and Alicent looks to her faith for something to hold onto and seems so conflicted and unnerved by MC. It’d be easy to get annoyed at Alicent rn with how she’s acted towards MC (victim blaming isn’t cool, Alicent! Neither is ordering hits on people!) but it’s at least understandable — I mean, this girl just appeared out of nowhere and has “infected” her family and now she’s seeping into her faith too, something sacred for her, and how is Alicent supposed to know what this all means or what to do with MC? So, MC becoming this religious figure of sorts in a world like Westeros will be verrrrry interesting. MC could find herself in an even more powerful and dangerous position than she’s already in. The bit with the high septon honestly makes me scared for her! It’s certainly an advantage to have people kneeling at your feet and willing to do and believe whatever you tell them because they think you’re a messenger of the gods. For someone of her standing especially, being able to influence people like that is very powerful. But in this kind of era, with religion being such serious business…she’s gotta be careful here 😬

These maesters suck. Bunch of assholes really. Is Vaegon still alive in this story? He’s one of those minor characters I’m so interested in, I’m always curious to see what people do with his character when he pops up in stories. Totally understand if he doesn’t make an appearance though

Daeron’s introduction was great too, I liked his characterisation. He feels different to the rest of his family - brothers specifically - and you can tell he’s been shaped by a different environment than they have but he still has those hints of Targaryen-isms. Exactly as Daeron should be 💚

Love MCs little friendship with Aegon and her interactions with the twins

I feel so much for the MC though. The way you’re writing her and how she’s struggling is so easy to empathise with. Just being dropped into another world would be enough to break someone but then she’s got all this extra bullshit to face! It’d be so scary and isolating :( The way she deflates or tenses whenever Aemond is even mentioned is such a painful but real thing.

The poor horse 😭

And if you don’t mind me saying, I’ve noticed that your writing is always improving! I’m not saying your writing was ever bad because it wasn’t but I can tell that you’re doing a good job honing your skills and getting better with every chapter. I noticed it when I was first reading the series and binging it to catch up and the recent chapter was no exception

I hope that was coherent, I’m kinda sleep deprived rn lol. But I enjoyed the new chapter and am looking forward to the next one!

— 🌾💚🌾

Yeah, I think the best part to write was him like over-analyzing a game of tag. He was doing too much but he is just so convinced that MC is up to something (He's not totally wrong though.) Yeah, I can only imagine Criston turning around and being like '😧' Then finally that night he comes back like '🧑‍🦯😥' "I lost her." and Alicent just freaking out bc of the whole weird thing going on with her.

Criston will definitely have his moment of character growth and then we’ll see where that’ll lead to. As for Alicent, she’ll have her growth, but I suppose it can also be argued as a recession. Alicent is always so desperate to be in the right that she is just so wrong. She's always so close and then misses by a mile. But like you said, always understandable that she’s freaked out by MC and obviously Alicent still has her plans to get Aegon on the throne, so it becomes a whole thing where MC is watching and Alicent feels disgusted. As for MC becoming a religious figure, that was always the plan, and of course there was rejection in the beginning bc it what almost got her killed by Daemon bc she wasn’t a messiah, so it coming full circle and her getting into the faith, it’s kinda like….‘hmm.’ I don’t want to give too much away but my stance on it is "Coincidence is just the mind's way of making connections where none exist.” And yes of course with perks comes dangers if they push her the full mile and it’ll be interesting if MC embraces the role that’ll eventually be pushed onto her. (But that won't be for another couple of years)

Yes, Maesters suck butt! It’s really just so…annoying to see, but I mean, what other outcome was there? I wanted to be as realistic as possible. It’s already crazy enough that her plans got pushed through, not to mention she still has to find that person to take the seat in the council (She can’t just yet) So she needs to find someone who isn’t totally against her which is like finding a needle in a haystack. As for Vaegon it is definitely very interesting to think about. They said he passed in 101ac (Only bc he wasn’t mentioned anymore) but he was only 38 at that time, and in 129 he would be 66. I find it strange that he would’ve died so early. The faith and the citadel don’t like Targs nor do they like the aspect of magic. Vaegon was dragonless and obviously wanted to distance himself far far away from his family with him taking his studies into mathematics, and economics. I don’t think Vaegon wanted the downfall of his family, but I think he is just a little resentful of them (He was called upon by his father and I’m pretty sure he either suggested or supported his father calling for the great council when Viserys was chosen over Rhaenys) There is also the whole issue after the dance where possibly non-targs could claim dragons (Most notably silverwing) and some speculate that Vaegon was the one who said to do something about her so that it wouldn’t cause trouble. But this would definitely be a very interesting dynamic. Vaegon is into mathematics and right now MC needs mathematicians for this water system project. So who knows.

Yeah for Daeron I tried to pry into the mind of a more mature teenage boy who just happens to have a dragon, which was very hard, bc I am none of those things. (I want a dragon so bad 🥹) All siblings tend to have this blind loyalty to each other and in Daeron’s mind Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond are the exactly the same as they were before, and he liked Aemond back then so this loyalty for his older brother makes sense. But when Daeron hears that this lover (supposedly soon to be wife if Viserys has his way- or at least according to what Alicent said) is MC, it’s kinda like when your brother brings home like a girl who you can just sense isn’t a good person. Daeron is very off put by the fact that his brother who was much more a stickler to the rules than any of them, now has a lover. (I like to also think that Daeron is a lot more conservative bc of the heavy influence of the faith in Old Town.)

The twins are just so lovely and I thought a cute little game of tag would be nice. (Besides she feeds them so much junk food they've gotten a bit fat. So a little running never hurts.) As for her relationship with Aegon, he has toned down the obvious vibes that he wanted to sleep with her (Mans would still take the opportunity if it was there and I envision that it would happen while they’re both high. (Maybe in both ways. High in the mind and high in the sky.)) Right now his main thing is music.

Thank you! I like writing tragic characters. Perfect characters are…boring. The only perfect I accept is when it's like they’re so perfect that when bad things happen to them, the person that did it becomes insanely hated bc how dare they. (If you’re going to be perfect, Imma need them to put it to use and manipulate others like no one else's business whether intentionally or not. Very fun to read.) I want MC to make mistakes, and to have things turn out badly and then she has to claw her way out and continue on towards the goal. Aemond is just being Aemond😔 A shiny new toy that is his. The past shouldn’t matter when he has everything laid out. Or that's his mentality at least. 

RIP Horse, but it was necessary. 🐉

I enjoy your comments on my writing. I’ve gone back and reread some stuff and obviously there is a very big difference, BUT there is actually a reason for that. The way I’m writing now is my natural writing style (If you were to go look at my old works up to my latest (Not including this one) it has always followed a ratio of 1:5 (Or around there.), one being the actual dialogue and five being inner thoughts.) Basically, this was…a crack fic (AT FIRST) then I really started thinking about the story and thought it was best if I actually. I think a good example of this would be ‘A Solemn Beginning' (is this me being a shameless plug for myself?…possibly) I started writing that story last year around March, though it wasn't published till months later. (So way before I ever even thought of this concept) and that story has a much more similar vibe in these more recent chapters. Basically, my early writing in this story was lazy writing. (I just sat down one day and wrote the first chapter just bc I came up with the idea of being electrocuted via a kite in an attempt to charge a phone or try to harness power and reader being launched into a wall just as Jace walks in and is like '😨' while MC is writhing on the ground steaming.) I wasn’t thinking too much about anything, just writing to writing. BUT! I appreciate it nonetheless. 

THANK YOU🙏See you next time❤️

[elvhenmage]

fucking hell, the night i’ve had with bg3. i got into act two and shit just kept fucking happening 😭

two feet off the elevator basically and i meet elminster, who eats my cheese and drinks my wine and then tells gale mystra wants him to kill himself

try to tell gale we could find another way to deal with the absolute’s heart; falls on mostly deaf ears

the entire party basically said fuck mystra, we love gale

^ all except halsin, who had no opinion but did come onto me for the second time since we met

fought some shadows with the harpers, had gale come onto me via talking about smutty literature. immediately put on edge at having to reject him soon

get to the last light inn, meet jaheira and the tiefling kids again. meet his majesty!!! see raphael sitting against a window. find rolan drinking about his potentially dead siblings. immediately leave in search of dammon instead

find dammon. updates karlach’s quest (she is NOT looking good). go back to camp to get karlach; long rest

long rest brings mizora. UGH. she wants us to save some devil from moonrise towers. tell her she has to release wyll from his pact if we do. she repeatedly calls him a dog before disappearing

check in on everyone again. wyll thanks me for sticking his neck out for him (💖). karlach says wyll’s happiness is her happiness (🥺). astarion wants to find raphael to talk about his scar (😥).

go to sleep. surprise dream visitor visit in the most revealing outfit i could’ve possibly imagined. completely caught off guard the entire scene bc i thought he also was going to try to make a move on me

still no gale confession scene. still a black cloud above me

go back to last light. talk to dammon, get karlach on the road to recovery (still have to find infernal iron). talk to the strange ox again - it shows me mountains of dead bodies. makaria relates to the ox as she’s dealing with the dark urge. decide to leave the ox alone (for now)

go talk to raphael and mol. help mol win the game. both gale and astarion are now inspired :) but raphael says he’ll find us later to talk more about astarion’s request :(

go back to camp. have a few chats - astarion says he “respects my killing instinct” and that i should consider taking control of the power the tadpoles have instead of getting rid of it

tell him NO THANK YOU. please do not say that to me. he scoffs me off but otherwise doesn’t actually disapprove of my answer, so hopefully uh… i haven’t locked anything in wrt That yet

long rest again. still expecting to get gale’s confession, but — THE BUTLER? cue me pounding my fist on the table

he goes through his schtick. wants me to kill the last light cleric bc i “haven’t been disinherited yet” and i have to “feed the Urge” or else who knows who i may kill next?? rudely brings up alfira. fucks off into the night

realize it’s like 11:30pm and i should go to bed. STILL never got gale’s confession, if i’m going to get it at all, which i hope i don’t but i’m sure i will

this has been, by far, my most eventful session to date. holy hell

[bourbon-ontherocks]

🪥-wise j’étais au bord de la syncope pdt la 1re scène du parloir 🕴️ shouting match. longing looks. there’s a literal wall between them. going from "I don’t need you" to "pls get involved in this mess and let my kid hide evidence" to "thank you" 😭😭😭😭 their other scenes were for the books too--asking her to work her magic, but she’s under pressure when suddenly "ouf c’est de l’or massif", mentalité de pie 😂

the carat-dec joke was so precious (mdr), les rapports se réchauffent !!! I’m glad there weren’t proper callbacks to earlier eps this time (except for the bookshelves!!), it left room for New stuff. plus some bits felt comfortingly familiar, like adam’s gestures when he asked morgane to get to the point (la petite graine !) 🥲❤ oh, & re: céline’s slippery slope… confirms she and adam are basically the same person. royal couple of getting roped into dates with people they’ve antagonized 😆

don’t you think "ça voulait dire quelque chose" was a bit too much? I wish both of them were in the dark about the other’s feelings. how are we gonna get that sweet, sweet pining if they know mutual affection is a real possibility? (+ don’t want roxane to become The Obstacle) we need a couple irremediable misunderstandings, stat 😈 tho the shot where they’re finally face to face outside was 😙👌 five feet apart but they were feeling awfully close 🥰🥰🥰❤

God, le parloir !! 😱😱 I'm glad I already knew about that scene before otherwise I would have died on the spot 😭 The way they look at each other, the way they talk, and you're right the evolution too, Adam compulsively yelling "I don't want to be involved with this" while actually being totally involved with this, Morgane being so angry, Adam qui s'exécute à toutes les conneries qu'elle lui demande sans rechigner (se baisser alors qu'on entend très bien, lui montrer le dossier à travers la vitre, arrêter de la regarder -- speaking of, arrêtez de me regarder j'arrive pas à me concentrer si c'est pas un aveu qu'il la trouble 🥹🥹, demander à Théa de planquer une pièce à conviction...)

Lol, mentalité de pie, le retour 😂

100% agreed re Adam's gesture, I too thought about the little seed joke!! And also I'm not sure I'd say their interactions are warming up, but they do seem to fall into reassuring, familiar patterns 🥲💕 Also the fact that Adam basically ran to the prison since Morgane's not even done with her check-in that he shows up in the parlor 🥹🥹

Oh gosh I didn't notice the ginormous parallel between Céline and Adam's date, to me Céline's arc felt like something exactly similar that happens in Engrenages, but I love how it applies to Adam and Roxane (hopefully not with the same outcome though?)

Now for "ça voulait dire quelque chose"... Oh boy...😱

I don't think it was too much at all, considering how Adam's previous words (ep 1 flashback) literally drove Morgane to quit and disappear for six months, and it probably would've lasted forever if it wasn't for this providential case. And I think he's aware of that, aware of his mistake, so this is his attempt at making up for what he said ("ça voulait rien dire") which obviously hurt her. I think she needed to hear that it actually meant something. And also for him it's perhaps the first time he's vocalizing out loud that he actually cares about Morgane, and that she's not just a pain in the ass. (Okay actually he said it before. It's just that he told her the exact opposite an hour later so the message may have gotten a bit confused lol).

ALSO HE TOLD HER THAT LOSING HER WAS HIS BIGGEST REGRET IN LIFE AND NOW I CAN DIE IN PEACE THANK YOU VERY MUCH 😱🥹😭⚰️

And I don't think this is going to end all their misunderstandings, because he instantly tempers it with the words "collègue" et "amie". After how hard he broke her heart, Morgane is probably done living on false hopes, so she's not gonna try and read more in those words than what he actually said. And what he said was I care about you as a friend (sure Jan).

So for me they're both still in the dark re each other's feelings. They probably picked up on the fact that they do not hate each other (well, Adam probably thinks she does now, but that she actually didn't when he kissed her lol), but they most certainly have no idea of how deep they're actually pining for the other's affection 💔

Also this whole scene 😘😘😘 And the five feet apart shot, the way they slowly walk towards each other, et leurs pas sont absolument SYNCHRONES ???? No wonder it's literally the first thing I giffed from that new season 😭❤️

[choicesmc]

For the uncommon asks: 7, 20, and J for Rin and Fiona!

thank you for stopping by!! Had a lot of fun with these ones, especially the J!

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

RIN

The smell of warm chocolate makes her hungry and takes her straight back to her childhood.

Renee knew her mom was home before the door even creaked open. She’d gotten used to the sound of her mom’s footsteps slowly coming up the patio. When she really focused, she could feel the faint reverberations through the ground, as if her mother’s feet literally shook the ground beneath her.  The smell entered before her mom. It was rich and earthy, though Renee didn’t know those words yet. All she knew was that it was the sweetest smell she knew. Timidly moving towards her mother, Rin kept her eyes down as she spoke, “Welcome back mama!”  Starla’s eyes barely glanced over her. Her own mother barely acknowledged her. Still, Renee stood around hoping that her mother would offer her a piece of chocolate.  “What’re you standing around for?” Her mother grumbled, brushing past her daughter, “Go back to whatever you were doing.”

Absolutely not. Rin does not enjoy the nostalgia trip at all. She doesn’t like her mom, she likes her grandma a little better but still doesn’t enjoy her. 

FIONA 

The smell of rain on a hot day + heavy, evening rain. It takes him back to the few times he traveled to Nigeria with his parents when he was younger. Always during the summer (to avoid missing school). 

It’s a bittersweet feeling for him. On one hand, they are all great memories! Laughing and enjoying the face-to-face time with his cousins and aunts and uncles —those are precious memories. But everything is tainted sour with the current situation between him and his parents. 

20. If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

FIONA 

Answered [here]

RIN 

In Rin’s mind, platonic love is defined by accommodation. It’s allowing her to be as masc, as slow, as careful as she needs to be without corralling her. Accepting each other for who they are without demanding submission –that’s platonic love. As for romantic attraction, you’re out of luck here —Rin’s aromantic and has yet to experience any romantic attraction and frankly would prefer to keep it that way. 

Rin’s view of familial love is Not Great and she’s aware of this. She knows her experiences are not standard or universal. That is all to say (for Rin): familial love is flippant and uncertain. It may adore you one minute then curse you the next. It promises to be around for you yet scorns you for any cry of help. For Rin, familial love is not to be trusted nor is it lasting. One way or another it will, if not must, disappear.

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

For Fiona, not much? Most things he does are allowed by canon (except wearing dresses and skirts but that’s minor in the long run). His backstory was an open field since LoA’s canon backstory is literally nothing but: worked in a firm in a small town for a bit. Soo, I’d say not much for Fiona. 

For Rin I did a whole lot more heavy lifting. Originally, she was supposed to be the MC for the Freshman but the more I kept adding to her the more I had to bend canon to the point I just made the original MC and Rin two wholly different characters 😭 For example: Rin is visibly queer, like clearly queer, but original!MC is very clearly not coded that way. Another: Rin has been aromantic since the start. She would not survive book 1 of the Freshman as the actual MC. Her roommates + James would piss her off —especially Kaitlynn and Zack. So for the sake of my own health (going insane trying to make a premise not made for a gal work is not how I want to go). 

The minute I divorced Rin from the role of original!MC, I didn’t have to bend canon anymore so my sanity was saved. 

[gelus-ugs]

JJK characters with a clumsy s/o

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Tw - Mentions of blood

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Yuji Itadori

Finds it adorable

It’s one of the (many) things he loves about you :))

He loves being your knight in shining armor!

Except he’s equally as clumsy..

So if you trip, you’re bringing him down with you 😭

Literal definition of “If we go down, we go down together”

Megumi and Nobara have to watch the two of you wherever you go cuz you always end up on the verge of death-

Yuji always tries to save you, but he ends up in the same situation so it’s up to Nobara and Megumi to help 🤦🏾‍♂️

They basically have to babysit you both

They’ve considered buying backpack leashes for the both of you on multiple occasions

But either way, Yuji loves your clumsiness and finds it adorable! Even if you end up taking him down w you every time 😭

Megumi Fushiguro

He finds it cute, yet exhausting

You’re the reason he’s anxious 90% of the time 😭

He needs you in his field of vision no matter what

He worries about your safety because he knows it takes one moment of him looking away for you to suddenly be rolling down a hill

He’s probably thought of buying you a backpack leash 💀

He thinks it’s adorable though! He loves the way you laugh at yourself after tripping over a chair

Or he finds it amusing whenever you curse out a wall whenever you run into it - despite it being there the whole time

Overall, Megumi finds it funny and loves it - despite it draining all his energy to keep you safe

Nobara Kugisaki

This girl is so serious when it comes to you

She forces you to wear a backpack wherever you go so she can hold onto the hook of it to make sure you’re with her

She tried just holding your hand at first, but she let go for one second to look at a clothing item and you already vanished

She found you bc you almost ended up dropping a whole rack of clothes 💀

She just sighs and shakes her head whenever you manage to stumble over your own feet or stub your toe

She loves you from the bottom of her heart, but god, you will be the death of her

Toge Inumaki

Oh god-

This man is going to be the death of you

He laughs and makes fun of you, he doesn’t even bother to help whenever you hurt yourself 💀

However, his anxiety spikes through the roof whenever he turns to you and you’re suddenly gone

He’s going on a whole manhunt to find you

This man is prepared to put up missing posters

He manages to relax when he finds you hauled over Panda’s shoulder while Maki is scolding you for whatever you managed to do

He’s thought of placing trackers on you because god- you seem to always disappear and end up in trouble 🤦🏾‍♂️

He always ends up finding you pretty quickly though and manages to save you from a mess at the last second

Oh, but you bet your ass he’s teasing you after you’re okay

You’re not gonna hear the end of it for the rest of the week

He loves you though, and finds your clumsy self absolutely adorable

Maki Zenin

Big sis mode activated ✅

She always forces you to walk slightly in front of her so she can see you

If she ever turns her head, she automatically brings her hand to your shoulder or your hand

She makes rules for whenever y’all go out and she always goes over them with you, even when it’s your 1,000th time going out together

She used to always scold you whenever you end up in trouble or hurting yourself, but she eventually gave up - seeing as you’re never gonna change

The only time she scolds you is when you end up in a near death situation

She’s so strict with you- but she does it cuz she loves you and she’s just genuinely worried about you 😭💔

If you ever have to go somewhere without her, she makes sure you text her every hour to let her know you’re alive

There was one time where your phone died so you couldn’t contact her-

She legitimately tracked your ass down and spawned almost immediately to your location 💀

You were just waiting at a train station to go back to Jujutsu High-

Yeah, she’s forcing you to get one of those matching bracelets that vibrate whenever the other person taps it so she can know you’re okay just in case that happens again

Y’all learn morse code as well so you can communicate through the bracelets if needed

Satoru Gojo

Oh god-

If you thought Inumaki was bad, Gojo is 100x worse

He’s such an asshole 😭

He literally takes videos/photos whenever you end up hitting your funny bone on a table or almost end up falling down some steps cuz you skipped one on accident

This man is constantly laughing at you 24/7

He never helps you up, he’s too busy snapping photos and laughing his ass off

He only helps you when he suspects you’re genuinely in pain

You developed a tactic to pay him back for his taunting

You mastered fake crying, so you’d start fake crying which would immediately cause Gojo to panic

He’d drop everything and run towards you

You’d start laughing and flip him off, saying “That’s what you get” as he stared at you with wide eyes

You didn’t pull this stunt often, you’d do it randomly and space it out every now and then so he couldn’t predict it or catch a pattern

But if you’re in a life threatening moment, this man is immediately by your side in 0.5 seconds

No questions asked, no words spoken, he’s immediately taking you home

He’d probably tease you about it a few weeks later when you’re alright though, both physically and mentally

Yeah..good luck with this man

Kento Nanami

This man is literally like a strict ass parent

He Y/n-proofs the house bc he’s gone for work a lot of the time and doesn’t want to come home with the house on fire

Yet he still came home to a bloody-handed s/o

He didn’t even notice at first though, he was too engrossed in the pleasing aroma of dinner filling his nostrils

He found you setting dinner on the table, surprised to see everything in one piece

Well..that was until he saw the red pool of blood marking the palm of your hand and dried trails of blood down your arm

He immediately walked up to you and grabbed your injured arm, careful not to make your injury any worse

“What happened?”

You sheepishly smiled at him and began to explain that you were cutting the meat with a butcher knife and ended up slicing your palm, but you couldn’t just stop making dinner so you ignored your injury

He immediately dragged you to the bathroom and pulled out the first aid kit

He carefully, yet swiftly, cleaned your injury and bandaged your hand

He didn’t even bother to scold you, he just pressed a soft kiss to your injury and told you to be more careful

I didn’t mean to make this into a whole scenario LMFAO

But anyways-

This man is always here for you

He worries like hell for your well-being, but he knows that you’ll at least be alive when he’s not there

If you ever go out on a mission without him and you end up in a life threatening situation, he somehow always senses at the right moment when you might need help ??

It always seems as if he just spawned there at the right time to save you and it confuses you like hell

This man is literally your hero while you’re always the damsel in distress

He loves you to death though 🫶🏽

[thedoctorisinlove]

eddie munson ; taking care of you while you're sick headcanons

genre : fluff

pairing : eddie munson x gender neutral reader

disclaimer : none

author's note : established relationship!

⋆ honestly doesn't give a shit if he, himself, is sick. but you? that's another thing. he'll be skipping school to take care of you before a word of protest can even come out of your lips.

⋆ he'll be by your side 24/7 and i mean every single second until you're finally back on your feet. eddie doesn't give a shit if he gets sick from you, his immune system is extremely high he's only gotten sick twice his entire life.

⋆ since eddie never had to take care of himsef (or quite anyone else) when sick, he doesn't know how to take care of you. he just knows you have to eat porridge and drink medicine (that looks far from medicine to him) every 4 hours.

⋆ now, this man does not know how to cook anything like at all. so we can assume he has never tried to ever make porridge his entire life since he's seen no reason to. so he finds a quaker's box in the far back of his cupboard and is like "fuck it", dump some oats on a small bowl and fill it with hot water and prays for himself that he did it right.

⋆ he'll watch you eat all of the porridge and medicine, he doesn't trust you alone just in case you end up pouring the contents away 😭. if you're throwing a pouty fit, he'll playfully tease if you wanted him to spoon feed you (most of the times he does end up spoon feeding you). totally the type to count down from 10 until you drink the medicine.

⋆ despite eddie's lack of knowledge on how to recover from flus and colds, he does know the general basics of it (in which you just literally need a lot of rest and sleep). so most of the time while you're recovering in eddie's trailer (in which you were already staying at until you succumbed to sickness), he'll be making you take multiple naps a day (he always wake you up when it's the time to drink medicine). would totally kiss your forehead while you're unconscious and readjusting your blanket if you shuffled it out of your way. there will always be a cold glass of water beside the bedside as well in which eddie refills every 1 hour.

⋆ if you throw a fit back at him, he'll remind you how you need to stay in bed while promising he'll take care of you.

⋆ eddie will always be the one starting your bath, checking every second to make sure the water is perfectly lukewarm. he'll literally be using those thermometers that he bought at a nearby convenience store just for you 😭. he wants you to have a speedy recovery so he's obsessed with having everything perfect and made out for you.

⋆ whenver you are awake though, you'll be on his lap a lot of times, no exceptions. his hand stroking the back of yours and cradling you like an infant. he'll be spoiling you with lots of forehead kisses and whispers and murmurs of how much he loves you. he peckers your entire face with kisses everywhere. more kisses evident on your ear and cheek.

⋆ if you get tired from being on his bed the entire day, eddie'll offer to make a pillow fort for you. he'll refuse for you to help him though, telling you to stay put and rest some more. he plants a quick kiss on your forehead before setting out to his living room to begin his new quest.

⋆ he'll be filling the pillow fort with a dozen of pillows (fluffing them out to check if they're hard by literally repeatedly hitting on it until it literally dissolves your head in), gathering your favorite plushies that you sometimes bring to his house in previous occasions in which he'd adopt them.

⋆ once he's finished with his work, he'll step back and admire his work for some time before going back into his bedroom for you. he'll be lifting you off the bed (bridal style yes really) and plopping you inside the pillow fort.

⋆ he'll disappear for some time in the kitchen and then return with a bowl of oatmeal (if it can even be considered oatmeal 😭) and a shot glass filled 3/4s of the way with medicine (shot glasses are the only thing eddie has that is remotely similar to medicine cups 😭). after a lot of bickering and thrashing between you two, he convinces you to eat all of the oatmeal and medicine.

⋆ he's humming to you and kissing your forehead once more, telling how good you're doing. he'll be humming your favorite song softly and clearly so you can catch every sound of it. sometimes he'll make a tune right on the spot that's dedicated and inspired by and for you. his thumb would be soothingly stroke your cheek, his hands will find its' way on your hair, playing with it.

⋆ it'll all be a repeated routine until your symptoms are frequently getting better and you're on your feet once again. until then, expect your boyfriend to be pampering you the entirety of your journey.

[hualianff]

Bonding Trip

Post-canon Xianle trio take on kayaking: MQ in the front, XL in the middle (not paddling), and FX in the back. 

Except they keep going in circles. 

XL is supposed to be giving orders but fengqing keep clashing 😭

MQ: “Fengxin, I swear to god you better stop telling me what to do - I’m literally in the front and have the best view of where we’re going”

FX: “ok but just because you’re in the front doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t see, idiot. I’m doing my part so I don’t know why the fucking kayak isn’t turning LEFT for some goddamn reason-“

MQ: “oh, so we’re doing the blame game now?”

FX: “does blaming have to be inherently wrong? WE’RE NOT MOVING-“

Meanwhile, XL is staring down the stream and thinking to himself:  “hmm, the water is moving faster that way hmm”

It’s a waterfall.

Fengqing: [still arguing]

XL: “waiT gUYS”

Fengqing: [not even listening, not even rowing at this point]

XL whips out the backup paddle and accidentally thwacks both MQ and FX on the head.

XL: “GUYS WE HAVE TO TURN AROUND NOW”

MQ and FX finally seeing their impending doom: “…shit”

Fortunately, all three martial gods manage to row against the current and end back up on calm waters. That is when they finally capsize the kayak because MQ and FX try to take a swing at each other and XL ducks right in time to dodge-

SPLASH! They tip over in a fit of shouts, the last thing heard being: “I hate you SO MUCH!”

It was MQ.

MQ who pops up from the water like a wet cat - NOT a happy camper at all - glaring daggers at FX who bobs up and down a few feet away. 

XL is just chilling. At first, he made sure he still had on the necklace with HC’s ashes, but other than that, he didn’t particularly care about what state his clothes or appearance was in.  

In fact, as XL is treading the river, he thinks the water is actually kind of refreshing. 

MQ: *COMPLAINING AND SCREAMING IN THE BACKGROUND*

FX: *occasionally screaming something back when he’s mentioned*

XL, absentmindedly: “Honestly, the river is kinda refreshing.” 😇

Suddenly, the silence is deafening. 

MQ: “the fuck did you just say?”

XL: “I-i just said that it’s not so bad, isn’t it? It was too hot today-”

MQ, popping a vein: “YOU- YOU- Y-“ 

MQ can’t even collect himself enough to speak. He’s visibly trying not to choke on angry tears, just seriously regretting even agreeing to this so-called bonding activity. (Not really though.)

Minutes later, FX and MQ are still arguing - trying to strangle each other at this point - while XL is floating on his back behind them. 

None of them notice how far away their kayak is drifting.

Also, where did their paddles go?

When they finally agree to swim to the shore, MQ is left behind as he isn’t the best swimmer compared to FX and XL. 

It’s only after telling FX, “At least we’re still together, which equals good memories,” that XL looks back-

Right as MQ’s head goes underwater.

“Motherfuc-“

XL gasps in shock. 

“GAHH MU QING JUST DISAPPEARED-“ XL exclaims, doggy-paddling in place as he points to where MQ was just seconds ago.

FX also turns around.

“Let’s leave him.”

XL: 😠

FX: “oKAY oKAY LETS GET HIM”

***

So something dragged MQ under.

Merpeople? Water dragons ? Human-like sea creatures? Who knows. But there’s a whole underwater civilization that Xianle trio find themselves in. 

The creatures that pulled MQ under were just babies and thought he was pretty, so they kidnapped him. XL manages to communicate through body language and is welcomed enthusiastically - somehow he makes friends everywhere he goes!

And then one of the sea creatures tries to wife FX up. FX is hell-bent on swimming tf out of there, has wanted to leave the moment he was approached. 

World’s away, HX feels it in his bones that XL is getting into some shit: “Someone go collect this man.”

It’s him. HX is the one who ends up finding Xianle trio, tracking XL down to say, “Xie Lian, get your ass back to Hua Cheng, he’s worried about you.”

Because the spiritual energy doesn’t work in the underwater kingdom, XL couldn’t inform his husband of his whereabouts. The Xianle tiro + HX begin to leave, but the creatures apparently want them to stay and try trapping them.

HX is not having it.

HX: “not on my watch- or else that one-eyed freak will have my head”

HX effortlessly helps the Xianle trio escape. As they break the surface of the unsuspecting lake, HC is already waiting above shore as he had received a signal from HX hours earlier.

HC sweeps XL up from the water and immediately dries XL’s clothes and body. 

“Gege seems to have had quite the adventure today.”

XL smiles up at his husband, leaning in for a warm hug.

“A true bonding experience, haha.”

FX, MQ, and HX: 💀💀💀

HC pulls seaweed from XL’s hair: “I’m glad Gege had fun then.”

MQ pointing at XL: “I’m never letting you plan a trip again”

XL: “ok, then Fengxin can plan the next one! 🥰🥰”

MQ: “absolutely NOT”

FX: “HA, HE GOT YOU GOOOOOD”

HC to XL: “invite me next time too”

XL: “of course, my love” :) 

FX: …

MQ: “who’s laughing now”

[captaincryolicious]

Dog Days

➳ Tohma x gn!reader (ft. best friend! Gorou)

➳ Oneshot ; 1.7k

➳ Modern au, First meeting ; No warnings, just a bit ooc but idc I just felt like writing~

You couldn't resist cooing at some cute pups you met on the streets, but then you find out their owner is just as cute. [28.O7.2O21]

Zep's note ; Nothing too special because my braincells were mostly preoccupied with a crisis regarding whether to write his name as Thoma or Tohma 😭

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"I'm tired, I thought the snackbar you mentioned was nearby?" you complained to your best friend, dragging your feet over the sidewalk. You felt as if you were betrayed, since you had been walking for nearly ten minutes and there still was no sign of your destination. 

     "Hey, that's what I thought, too," Gorou countered, putting his hands up in mocking surrender as he shot you an apologetic look. "How could I have known that I had the wrong direction in mind? People usually only notice this stuff when it's already too late and I am no exception." 

You couldn't really blame him; the neighborhood you two lived in was quite a maze at some places and you still managed to get lost on your way to the Seven Eleven you visited way too often. Your best friend losing his way while trying to find a newly established snackbar was a very valid excuse. 

      "You owe me a milkshake, boy."  

With that statement, you reached out to ruffle the boy's hair, knowing very well that he already promised to treat you to a milkshake anyway. It was your way of letting him know that you weren't mad at him in the slightest, but the pout wouldn't disappear from your lips until you had your refreshing drink on this hot summer evening. 

Well, that was what you thought, at least. 

You found out it was practically impossible to stop the smile crossing your face when you noticed two Shiba Inu puppies darting around in a dog field along the sidewalk. They were chasing each other as fast as their little paws could carry them, one letting out high-pitched barks excitedly while the other tried its very best not to fall over in the tall grass. It was a sight so endearing that you couldn't help the delighted squeal you let out.

      "Awww, Gorou!" you called, dashing to the fence that separated the enclosed field from its surroundings. "Look!"  

But that was unnecessary. Your best friend had already reached the fence, eyes sparkling in delight as he greeted the puppies. The two little fellas ceased their game of chase and waddled to the fence cutely, curious to the newcomers. You leaned over the balustrade as much as you could, extending your arm to one of the puppies. The tiny animal sniffled your hand warily, but it wasn't long before it decided to trust you, allowing you to scratch underneath its fluffy chin.

Maybe taking the wrong direction and getting sidetracked on your way to the snackbar wasn't that bad after all. 

      "They're even fluffier than you," you marveled, laughing when the other puppy licked your hand. You had stopped caring about your milkshake completely by now. 

     "Hey, don't compare me to a dog," Gorou whined, giving you a not-so-convincing frown. 

     "Ah, my bad, you're right," you said, pretending to be sorry before you grinned teasingly. "A dog is a bit too far fetched. You're literally a puppy." 

Your best friend huffed at your words, facing away from you to look at the puppy through the fence. Yet, you didn't miss the pout that tugged on his lips, and you chuckled softly. Of course you meant no harm; it was merely a little inside joke that arose between the two of you after a while of hanging out together, and you often called him puppy jokingly. 

You too redirected your attention back towards the puppy in front of you, who was impatiently waiting for you to give it some affection again – despite it being very limited by the fence. The baby animal pushed its nose against your hand lovingly, and you couldn't help the aww you let out. 

     "You're adorable," you smiled, booping the puppy's nose softly. 

     "Thanks," a new voice replied, and you froze.

You instantly wanted to tell the newcomer that your words weren't meant for them. You really, truly, genuinely wanted to tell them that. But the moment you looked up to scold the person for being so presumptuous, those words got caught in your throat and refused to spill from your lips. 

A guy was leaning against the fence, tall, blond, and really handsome. An easy grin was playing on his lips, and his green eyes regarded you with amusement and curiosity. 

     "I can say the same for you, though," the male added, offering you a quick wink with a playful smile. 

You stopped breathing for a second upon his words, unable to look away even when you felt your cheeks turning red. He let out a breathy chuckle, obviously amused by your oh so obviously flustered demeanor. 

Dang, you were just cooing over two adorable puppies barely a minute ago. What was happening? Why was there suddenly a really cute guy talking to you? You turned to Gorou for a second, mildly panicking on the inside, but he did nothing but wiggle his eyebrows before he looked away. 

     "Heh, I'm sorry," the blond male spoke up, and the sound of his voice pulled your gaze towards him once more. "My name is Tohma, and these little guys are mine." 

The guy – or Tohma – gently picked up the puppy that had been darting around his feet, hugging it to his chest while still leaning over the fence so you could finally freely pet it as well. If you found the courage to do so, at least. 

     "This is Taro, and the other is Chiko." 

The teasing smile on Tohma's face merged into a softer one, and you swallowed before hesitantly reaching out to pet the puppy in his arms. Your fingers slowly carded through the floof, and the way Taro looked at you happily gradually eased your nerves. 

     "Hi, I'm Y/N," you introduced yourself, and you weren't even sure yourself who it was directed to; Taro or its owner. Tohma didn't seem to mind, though, and he just looked at you warmly. 

     "Pleasure to meet you." 

     "Oh no," Gorou suddenly gasped dramatically, eyes wide as he placed a hand over his mouth. "Y/N, I'm afraid I have to go." 

Your hand froze – much to the Shiba's dismay – and you shot your friend a puzzled look. He had to go? Out of the blue? Conveniently in a situation like this? You weren't buying it at all. 

     "What? All of a sudden?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at the smaller guy next to you suspiciously. He definitely had ulterior motives. 

     "I just spontaneously remembered the extreme amount of homework I have yet to deal with," your friend explained, looking all but genuinely apologetic. "I'm sorry, see ya later, Y/N. Maybe you can bribe this guy into joining you for a milkshake~" 

And then he walked off, not even giving you a moment to process what was happening – let alone give you the time to call him out and keep him from scurrying off. 

     "It's summer vacation," Tohma commented as you watched your best friend leaving the street you were in, mentally cursing him for bailing on you. 

     "I know," you sighed, your mood so bummed that you temporarily forgot how this handsome guy managed to fluster you only a moment earlier. It was but a small moment of bliss, though, and it all came back when your gaze met his pretty green eyes again. 

To make a relatively short story even shorter; you and your best friend got lost, met two cute puppies, their insanely fine owner showed up, your best friend ditched you, and now you were alone with the aforementioned cute owner. 

Eh? 

     "So, about that milkshake–" Tohma started, his voice trailing off near the end. 

     "Yeah, I was planning to get one but I just got ditched by my best friend," you murmured, having mixed feelings about the developments of the current events at hand. 

     "I wouldn't mind taking his place, as he so kindly suggested," the blond male shrugged, looking at you to see your reaction. He had stated it nonchalantly, but you weren't blind; you could see the hope for a yes in his eyes. 

     "Uh, I wouldn't mind either," you replied. Tohma's face lit up at your answer, and it wasn't hard to miss even when he tried to hide it. 

You weren't sure what exactly was going on, but you decided to just go with the flow. In the worst case scenario, it would end in a fiasco and you'd have to avenge Gorou for his actions, but maybe it wouldn't come that far. Tohma seemed like a cool and pretty chill person, so it wasn't all that bad. Oh, and his puppies were absolutely adorable. 

     "Nice," the male grinned, handing the puppy in his arms to you over the fence. "I know a place where they have nice milkshakes and they allow dogs. It's a win-win, if you'd ask me." 

You carefully took Taro from him, and the Shiba was more than happy when you hugged it against your chest softly. Tohma picked up Chiko, and you both made your way to the exit of the dog field, each on a different side of the wooden fence. And then he was on your side, without anything that stood between you. Dang, you just cooed over two puppies and now you were suddenly getting a milkshake with their owner? What an unexpected turn. 

     "Well, Y/N," the blond male started, watching how Taro dozed off in your arms while Chiko placed its tiny paws on your legs as soon as Tohma put him down. "Looks like my little friends already approved of you." 

It wasn't hard to pick up on his easygoing vibe, and you managed to relax a little as you shot him a smile. 

     "Then we have a good start, hm?" 

His smile widened, and suddenly you weren't mad at Gorou anymore. Who knew that two little Shiba Inu pups could be some excellent wingmen? This was going to be interesting. 

[kennacore]

Notes: Howdy!! I decided to make a version of this fic that includes amab terms just to be more inclusive!! :D I really hope you enjoy!! I edited this quite a lot but I may have accidentally missed something, so if I did I’m sorry😭😭!! Its like 3am

Disclaimers: Smut (obviously), Puff is downbad as fuck, “Breeding” kink, AMAB reader, reader is shy, there's a mix of degradation and praise included.

Word count: 4475 roughly

The other version can be found here!!

This was your first time ever being at a concert. Everything was so thrilling! There weren't very many people at the concert, but you didn't mind! That just meant there was more room for you. The crowd around you was cheering, dancing and singing along to the lyrics of whatever song was currently playing at that time. Flashy colorful lights swam across the dimly lit room as music roared from the speakers. The bass that boomed from said speakers was so strong you could feel it rattle you to your core.

You weren't typically the type to go to such an upbeat event, you tended to be in more quiet, reserved areas. But you just had to go see one of your favourite bands of all time. The second you heard Your Favourite Martian was performing in your area, you knew you had to go. You've been a fan of them for ages now, so getting to see them play up close in person was such an honour. You loved not only their music, but the band members too! You had small crushes on each of the band members, but especially the lead singer, Puff.

You were grateful you had a spot so close to the stage since you could see better that way. You couldn't help but eye Puff up the entire concert, he was even better looking in person. Sure your eyes would glance over at Axel, Deejay or Benatar occasionally. But you mainly stayed fixated on the singer in front of you. He had caught you staring a few times, but everytime you two made eye contact you would be quick to look away from him in a bashful manner. You were never good with eye contact, especially when it was with someone you had crushed on for so long.

Time passed on and it seems as though the concert has come to an end. The band members all waved to the crowd. before shuffling off backstage, except for Benatar. Before the front curtains could be drawn down, he approached the mic before speaking into it hesitantly.

"Ello everyone! Uh, Puff forgot to mention this. but we're havin a little meet and greet tomorrow evenin. It'll be located at the backside of the concert hall here if that's your cup of tea. We can even sign somethin for you or-" Benatar was cut off by Axel, the drummer of the band, who poked his head out from behind the stage. "They get the point dickhead! You're ramblin bruh. Get off the stage you virgin." The brunette shook his head before his head disappeared behind the curtain once again. Axel's words seemed to make the blonde sheepish, because he was quick to turn red as he waved farewell to the crowd before scurrying off stage to join his fellow band members.

So, there was a meetup? Oh man, you totally need to go! You would love to meet them all, but especially Puff. Getting to actually speak to him one on one would be a dream come true. You just hoped you wouldn't be too nervous around him, but being so close to the singer would surely make you act up. Are you seriously willing to embarrass yourself just to say hello to him? Yes, yes you are. With your mind now being made up, you wandered back home for the evening, and made sure to get lots of rest that night. Because you couldn't wait for what awaited you tomorrow.

-

Tomorrow evening came faster than you expected. Your feet peddled you across town on your bicycle as fast as they could. You could have taken your sweet time getting there, but you just had to meet them as soon as you could! You were too eager to take things slow. You made sure to wear one of your best outfits, it was a bit slutty but you may or may not have done that purposefully. You wanted to show off for the band!

At last you arrived. You hopped off your bike before leaning it against the sidewall of the concert hall. Quietly you made your way around to the backside of the building, your heart was pretty much leaping out of your chest as you took those final steps. You could hardly contain your eagerness.

The closer you got, voices came into earshot. "There still ain't a single person here Puff, we might as well give up man." a deep voice spoke distantly, their words were followed by a sigh. You could only assume it was Deejay, due to how deep the voice sounded. "I cant fucking believe this! No one came to our meet and greet!? This fucking sucks satans cock! Like c'mon there's gotta be SOMEONE out there who would want to meet us!" That was the voice of Puff! You could easily recognize it in an instant.

As you approached the tour bus, their words finally hit you. No one else came to the meet and greet? That's awful, you could see why Puff was upset. But, at least you were here now! Hopefully having at least one fan show up would make them happy.

You took one last deep breath as you approached the tour bus door, gingerly giving it a light knock. "That better be a fan and not Tig and that little bitch again, if that little bride of Chucky is out there, I'm outta here man." you heard the deeper voiced individual speak from the window. You had no clue who Tig or ‘That little bride of Chucky’ could be, but that wasn't your main concern right now.

At last the door swung open to reveal Puff who was standing there in all his glory. The singer was quick to look you up and down with a smirk before speaking "damn dude, you have a great looking body!" Puff exclaims. Instantly you felt a rush of heat go to your face, your lips part slightly in shock at his words. Did Puff from the hit band YFM just hit on you? Holy shit. "Puff you dumbass bitch, they're probably a fan! Knock it off before you scare the poor fuckin thing man." Deejay shakes his head in disbelief at Puff's words.

You couldn't help but look down at the floor timidly, you surely didn't expect this. "Oh shit, are you a fan? My bad haha. You just really do have a nice bod.” Out of the corner of your eye you could see Deejay sigh while facepalming before taking a sip of what seemed to be orange juice. You gaze up at Puff before nodding "yeah! I um, I'm a fan! My name is y/n, I've been a fan of you guys for quite some time now. I've always especially been a fan of you, Puff..." you trailed off as you began to shyly fidget with your fingers and sway side to side gently on the spot, it was a nervous habit you had picked up. "Well hey! A fan of ours is always welcome into the tour bus, especially such a cute one. Come on in." Puff smirked as he gestured for you to come on inside.

After a little while of you, Deejay and Puff sitting at the table chatting together, Deejay stood from the table. “Yo uh, it's been real nice meetin you, Y/N. But I gotta go get them idiots Axel and Benatar from Burger World. Them motherfuckers gonna have the place blown up if I don't get my ass down there soon. I'll be back later with those two dumbasses if you wanna talk to me then." the chubby man grinned while giving you a friendly pat on the back, before he headed out the door. You returned the smile and waved farewell before turning around to face Puff.

This means you and Puff were now alone in his bus together, holy shit. Your face went red at the realization. Puff laughed aloud as he took notice "Damn dude, you always blush this bad around guys, or am I just that irresistible?" Puff flashed a cocky grin your way while raising an eyebrow. You let out a nervous chuckle before shaking your head "sorry I just, I'm a bit nervous…” you gave Puff a shy grin.

"Well hey, there's no reason to be so nervous, it's only me! You get to hang out with the best singer in the whole world one on one baby!!" Puff chuckled and gave you a wink. Oh there's no way he DIDN'T know what he was doing to you at this point. The way he kept smirking, winking and calling you such flirtatious nicknames... it was driving you mad! Your blush probably got worse, your face was on fire at this point. All you could mumble was a small "gosh…” this of course only made Puff laugh again.

"Anyways, did you want me to sign anything for you? Or did you just come here to see the one and only Puff Puff in the flesh" as he spoke, you realized you forgot to bring something for him and the others to sign! "Oh no…. I forgot to bring something for you guys to sign. Oh man, this is awful…” You admit as you place your head in your hands, you felt incredibly embarrassed.

"hey c'mon now man, don't sweat it! I'm sure I can find something around here to sign for you." Puff gave you a thumbs up before he started to venture around the bus for something he could write on. A few minutes later, Puff came back with a scowl on his face. "It seems like that idiot Benatar wasted all our paper on his garbage diarrhea songs again! So I'm other words, I don't have anything decent to write on…” he shook his head.

"Oh, that's okay Puff! Just getting to meet you was enough for me" you beamed at the boy in the red hoodie. As you finished speaking however, Puff got an idea. "Wait, I have an idea. How about I just give you my signature on your arm?" Puff quirked an eyebrow upwards while questioning you. You nod in agreement at his plan as he grabbed grabbed a marker from his hoodie pocket. "Alright, just follow me baby, I'll take you somewhere more comfortable." Puff smirked a hella devious smirk as he took a hold of your hand before leading you towards the back of the bus.

Puff led you to an area that contained bunk beds, this must be a sleeping quarters of sorts for the band members to rest in; yeah, that made sense. The man sat down on what you assumed was his bed, before patting the empty spot beside him. Hesitantly you sat next to him. Puff then without warning pulls you in closer to him, before grasping onto your arm. The action made you gasp as your heart skipped a beat. Being so close to him was making your head dizzy. He was quick to press the marker to your skin before scribbling down his signature in a seemingly sloppy way.

“Do you want me to sign….. anywhere else?" His smile seemed innocent enough, but there seemed to be a devious glint deep in his eyes. You gave the singer a confused look "What do you mean, Puff? Do you want to sign my hand too or something?" You joked but to your surprise Puff nodded. "Yeah sure, I might as well spoil my number one fan" he says before grabbing your hand. Once he was finished this time, he gave the signature a little kiss.

You couldn't help but hide your face after that gesture. He was being so flirty towards you! You swear your heart was going to explode. “Oh Puff, thank you a lot. You're really sweet!" You spoke through your hands, your words probably came out in a muffle but he seemed to understand regardless. "Don't sweat it babe, it's just a little signature. It's really nothing! Hell, I'd do way more than just a signature for my number one fan!" He chuckled.

Way more? What did he mean? Slowly, you uncover your face and question him. “Hey um, Puff? Did you say... Way more? What exactly do you mean by that?" You gave him a confused look as you tilted your head to the left, almost like a lost puppy would. “This is what I mean, Y/N." Puff leaned in and closed the gap between you two, that small kiss was fast to escalate into a whole makeout session. You couldn't help but whimper into his mouth as the two of you borderline tongue fucked each other’s mouths. His kisses were sloppy, desperate and passionate. You fucking loved it. The feeling of his lips on yours made your head feel fuzzy. At some point you had to part for air, the pair of you were panting as you gazed at each other.

"Sorry if that was forward, babe. I couldn't help but think you wanted it! I saw the way you practically eye fucked me while I was on stage at the concert the other day, the way your eyes trailed all over my body. you must really want me, don't you?" as Puff teased, that cocky grin made an appearance on his face once again. All you could do was softly sigh with a nod as you look down at your hands "yeah um I uh, I really uhm... I think you're just y-" you got cut off with a small kiss from Puff. He leaned in close to your ear before whispering “save your voice for later sweetheart, trust me you'll need it for how much you'll be screaming my name.”

His words left you stunned and even more flustered than before if that was even possible. A rush of arousal shot straight between your legs. You could already feel just how hard you were. Was this really happening? It felt like a dream. Well, if it was a dream, you might as well go along with it. You leaned in close to Puff before giving him a gentle kiss on his cheek.

You hesitated to speak, but eventually you managed to croak out some words. “Puff, are you um.. are we going to? You know…” You questioned. Puff found your shyness adorable, he knew he was going to have to tease the fuck out of you this entire time. He just couldn't resist! "Oh hell yeah babe! if you want me, I'll totally have you bouncing on this dick in seconds. I'll do anything you want me to."

Your breath hitched at his words, he seemed to notice because his downright evil grin only grew wider. You felt lightheaded as you spoke again "Puff... please…” you mewl out. Although you didn't directly say what you wanted from him, Puff seemed to understand. He grabbed your hips and shuffled your body over onto his lap. You could already feel how hard he was through his jeans. "Oh Puff... I've dreamed of this for so long. You confess to him through a whisper as you desperately begin to grind yourself against him. You didn't mean to, but your body seemed to move on its own. The friction felt incredible.

"Oh fuck, don't stop babe." Puff moaned out as he snaked his arms around your form, just so he could give your ass a squeeze. You let out a gasp at the contact. "Holy fuck, your so fucking hard already! I can feel it through your pants. You must really want my cock bad, don't you?" Puff teases as he leans up to kiss you hungrily. You got butterflies in your chest as you returned the gesture. While the two of you were making out like a bunch of horny teens, Puff laid on his back. You were now straddled on his waist, meaning he was now beneath you. Puff broke the kiss after a while so he could look up at you.

There you were sitting on his lap, face burning red while you stared down at him with half lidded eyes. "Fuck.. you're so hot. Can you rip that damn shirt off yourself already?? I need to see you shirtless already. It's driving me crazy not being able to see more of you!" Puff whines out, he was begging you to strip at this point. You nod as you reach your arms down yourself to remove your top. You slowly slid out of said shirt before tossing it to the floor carelessly.

You felt extremely self conscious being so exposed to him, so you gaze away as Puff gawked at the sight of your naked upper body. "Fuck, your so sexy" he praised as he eagerly begun to fondle your nipples. You gasp at the sudden contact, all his praise made your stomach flutter. Your heart was doing flips in your chest.

Puff was quick to put his mouth to work on one of your nipples as he played around with the other. He swirled his warm tongue around your erect nipple before he began to suckle on it. The new sensation caused a loud moan to slip from your throat. You were heavily ashamed with how noisy you were being, so you were fast to cover your mouth up. Puff continued his assault on your chest for a moment, even occasionally biting at it before letting it go with a ‘pop’.

"Babe, you gotta uncover that mouth of yours, I wanna hear all of those filthy noises. C'mon, please baby?" He gave you pleading eyes. You hesitantly uncover your mouth "Alright, but Puff um... fuck, could I please suck you off?" your voice quivered as you spoke. You couldn't believe what you were saying. It was now Puff's turn to blush, he was surprised by how bold you were being all the sudden. He was fast to nod in response though as he eagerly striped himself.

Once he was naked, you instantly began to gawk at his cock. Puff noticed where your eyes were and laughed "take a picture sweetie, it'll last longer" he joked before yanking off your boxers. This caused you to yelp outloud in surprise as your throbbing cock sprung free. "Hey listen, it's only fair that you're fully naked if I am too." Puff began to look you up and down now that you were fully exposed to him. A bit of drool slipped through his lips. He was looking at you as if you were his prey. “Damn, you're fucking hot" he commented.

You couldn't help but nervously giggle at his words while your hands trailed down his smooth chest. As your hands explored, you were admiring his body. His figure was slim, he wasn't super buff or anything, but you but you didn't mind. His entire body was a light tan color, and he had a few freckles and moles on his body here and there, but he was perfect in your eyes.

At last your hands made their way to his cock. You once again gawk and stare at it. His cock seemed above average, and had a slight upward curve to it. A bit of precum dripped from the tip of it. Experimentally, you swipe your thumb across the tip, which causes him to hiss and arch his back. "Fuck, don't tease me like that” he whimpered. You teasingly smile down at him only to continue the action. Puff could only whine and shuffle around as you did, occasionally begging you to finally suck him off, he sure was a needy man.

You decide it's finally time to put your mouth to work. Slowly, you lean down to place a few kisses on his throbbing cock before finally giving him what he wanted. You wrapped your soft lips around his tip before enveloping it in your warm mouth.

Puff gasped sharply as his hand found its way to your hair; he now had a tight hold on your locks. You were quick to get to work. Gingerly you begin to bob your head up and down on his dick, causing the boy to moan and curse out. His grip on your hair only got rougher. "Fuck, babe! Oh god….. that slutty little mouth of yours is wonderful, ugh." This only encourages you to pick up the pace. Puff is now a moaning whining mess beneath you.

You look up at Puff for the first time in a while only to notice he has his free hand gripped roughly in his own hair. You also take notice that his glasses are tilted sideways on his face, pretty much sliding off at this point. Puff's face is burning red as he's looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. His chest rises up and down as he breathes hard. Knowing he looked this way all because of you instantly sent more heat down south. He looked so fucking good right now.

"Fuck, I think I'm going to cum... holy shit don't stop" Puff moans as he begins to pretty much mouth-fuck you. You gently rub his thighs to subtly encourage him, and it seems to work because it's not long before he's shooting his cum down your throat with a deep groan.

You swallow his load, because spitters are quitters. Plus you had to admit; it tasted good. Sure, it was salty but you loved the flavour reaardless. At last you remove your mouth from his cock, some of his cum that you couldn't manage to swallow had slipped out of your mouth and down your chin as you panted heavily. Without much thought, you return to your previous position on his lap, once again straddling his hips while looking down at him.

"Um Puff, do you want me to... to um, ride you?” you inquire. Puff nodded eagerly as he grabbed a hold of your hips "Hell yeah!" you giggle at how excited he was, but you had to admit you were just as eager as he was. You slowly shimmy yourself down onto his cock. You gasp and arch your back at the sheer feeling of it all. He felt great inside of you. You remained still for a moment as you adjusted to him, but after a few moments he needily began to plead for you to ride him already. As you begin to bounce yourself up and down on his cock, you place your hands on his chest for extra support.