#this conversation drives me especially crazy with certain people

[kaiserin-erzsebet]

Other people in my cohort who study other places: Why do you take so many language classes? You've already fulfilled the language requirements.

Me, the Habsburgist: I have run across 10 languages so far in my research. I read more than half of them, though not half as well as I'd like.

[scaredofbrits]

having the afton men as your bosses

william afton & micheal afton hcs

nsfw headcannons will be colored red.

william afton ✦

• he was a very serious man, to say the least. he didnt want any of his workers to see him act like a goof.

• "none of you will be prepared for the real world if you cannot behave correctly at your job."

• but then you came along. and every bit of respect he had for his reputation was shattered. not with other people, of course, but with you.

• instead of seeing william as your tough boss, you saw him as your literal reason to wake up everyday.

• and to him, you were his pretty little assistant. his good girl, even.

• sometimes, he'd give you extra work just to see you everyday.

• and other times, that work would lead to staying at the job extra late.

• once you would finish all that hard extra work, he'd reward you in various ways.

• "you did such a good job for me." he'd grin as he fingered you with all his power and speed.

• "my slutty little assistant fucking herself on my fingers.."

• his praise and degrading could drive anyone crazy for more.

• when you two would have sex during work hours, he'd tease you about noise the whole time.

• "shhhh, you don't want all your friends to know how cock thirsty you are.." and he'd cover your mouth.

• he made more than sure to fuck you so rough that your moans were extremely loud, and youd leave his office embarrassed.

• but what you didnt know was that the walls were soundproof. he just liked fucking around with you.

• nothing surprised him more than seeing your whore side for the first time. and oh did he love seeing it.

micheal afton ✦

• he was super sweet to all of his workers. bringing gifts, joking around, and being kind overall was his specialty.

• "how did you all sleep today?" he'd say over the intercom with genuine curiosity.

• once you had become his assistant, he could not resist you. a different side of him came along. a more needy one.

• he was always buying you gorgeous flowers every single day. and even though you were his assistant, he demanded nothing from you.

• and since he was an amazing conversation starter, you'd usually be found sitting on top of his desk talking to him.

• when your shift was over, he'd always say "time goes by so fast, doesnt it?" and that was his trick to make you stay.

• "a few more minutes, please? i'll do anything, gorgeous, please." was his other go to.

• he loved seeing you on top of his desk like you owned it. and he also loved seeing you mess around with his name plate on the desk. just fidgeting with it.

• and he wished youd fidget with him. just use him and treat him like your little fuck toy.

• one time, you wore a skirt to work. and of course that pervert kept sneaking glances at your revealed thighs and panties. those sights made his cock throb.

• and when he got horny? oh you were in for it. so much begging. "touch me please please please. look at how hard i am baby, please."

• "its okay if you dont wanna touch me, i'll touch myself and you can watch. tell me thats okay mommy. please."

• it was definitely hard to say no, especially with those puppy eyes he'd give. he acted like you getting rid of his boner was the best thing to ever happen to him.

• and when youd suck him off occasionally, he would absolutely lose it. he loved your mouth so much and he felt the need to repay you the same way.

• if you pleased him a certain way, he'd try his hardest to make it up to you the same way. suck him off? he'll eat you out. hand job? you get fingered.

• at the end of the day, all he wanted to do was be a good boy for his gorgeous girl. sometimes flowers didnt feel like enough to please you, so he had to try other ways.

[spanishskulduggery]

So like. I understand that spanish has a lot of different versions of "to become" (volverse, convertirse, hacerse, etc). How many versions are there (that you're aware of), and what are the best way to understand the nuances between each (also that you're aware of)?

(Thanks in advance ily)

These are called los verbos de cambio "verbs of change"

Just know that there are two I won't really include... like for professions especially you'll see querer ser "to want to be/become" like quiero ser abogado/a can be "I want to be a lawyer" or "become a lawyer", which is also sort of related to dedicarse (a) where that's "to devote oneself to" but can sometimes be "to become" where it's really more about personal passion not the same "become" as the others

Please note: Many verbs of change have specific verbal expressions that you can use too - like ponerse triste "to become sad" or "to get sad" could just be entristecerse "to become saddened"

Most of these verbs have a regular verbal quality or one that is "reflexive" meaning the subject and object are the same - so you can entristecer a alguien "to sadden someone" vs. entristecerse "to become sad (oneself)"; so you'll see a lot of things that can be used this way below

I can't cover every single one but while most of these verbs are reflexive, they can be used as direct objects with other people; me están volviendo loco/a "they're driving me crazy" vs. me vuelvo loco/a "i'm going crazy", or cegar a alguien "to blind someone" vs. cegarse "to become blind" or quedarse ciego/a "to be struck blind" or "to be left blind"

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transformarse or convertirse

The very standard "to become", literally "to transform" and "to convert" which usually take en as the preposition

These are "become" as in "turn into", with transformarse often being a physical (or sometimes emotional) transformation but you'd expect to see this in horror or monster movies a lot like werewolves or vampires etc

And convertirse is especially used in chemistry for conversions

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llegar a ser

This is pretty standard for people who don't want reflexives, but llegar a ser is "to come to be" literally, where it's "to become" but the idea is a sense of "over time" or "to end up" as a gradual process or the idea of "eventually"

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hacerse

The trick with hacerse as "to become" is that it implies a level of "self-made", in that it's something you worked at or made a conscious choice to do

Typically this is hacerse rico/a "to get rich" or hacerse famoso/a "to become famous", or it can refer to dietary or religious conversions where you're again making a conscious effort to do something, hacerse budista "to become Buddhist" or hacerse vegetariano/a "to become a vegetarian"

It can be used with immigration processes too like hacerse ciudadano + nationality is "to become a (nationality) citizen"

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ponerse

When you use ponerse you have to be careful you're not seeing its secondary meanings where it could be "to put on (clothes)" or "for the sun to set" and a few others

In the sense of "to become", ponerse is most commonly used with emotions and temporary or involuntary things... think of it as like the estar of the verbs to become

Typically it gets translated as "to get" with emotions; ponerse triste "to get sad" as opposed to entristecerse "to become saddened", or ponerse feliz/alegre "to get happy" instead of alegrarse, or ponerse enojado/a "to get angry" instead of enojarse

With emotions there's usually a special verb form of the thing you're saying and the "to become"... ponerse furioso/a and enfurecerse you get the idea

Sometimes ponerse is used with certain sudden actions and I'm not sure if it's quite the same as "to become" or a secondary meaning, but something like ponerse a llorar is commonly translated as "to burst into tears" when it's literally "to set oneself to crying"

Usually you see it most with emotions but ponerse is really versatile

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volverse

This one is sort of related to ponerse but it's often drastic changes that are usually more negative or extreme

The most common example you will see is volverse loco/a "to go crazy" [as opposed to enloquecerse], and it can also come out as "to go mad" or in sports sometimes it's like "the crowd goes wild" same idea

It can be used with colors as well - Turning Red was translated as volviéndose rojo

And before that in Willy Wonka the line "Violet you're turning violet" was translated as Violet, te vuelves violeta

The colors also have their own verbs you might see every so often, like "to redden" is enrojecer(se) or as "to blush" it's often sonrojar(se)

And it can be used in terms of skin like volverse blanco/a or pálido/a can be "to blanche" or "to turn white" instead of palidecerse

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quedarse

This one is often used to mean "to become" when you're talking about ailments or afflictions, or sometimes it describes a disability that happened later in life - in older texts you see it as "to be stricken" or "to be struck"

The root here is quedar which is "to remain" or "to be left", so it comes across as speaking of "results" of something... and because it's often "to remain" in some cases, it has a sense of being permanent or not easily fixed

Like quedarse ciego/a is "to be blinded" or "to be struck blind", and it's like if you had an accident rather than being blind de nacimiento"from birth"

Same also exists for quedarse sordo/a "to be deafened" or quedarse mudo/a "to be left mute", or quedarse paralizado/a "paralyzed", parapléjico/a "paraplegic" or tetrapléjico/a "quadraplegic"

And yes they have their own verbs, but typically you would see cegarse "to go blind", ensordecerse "to go deaf" .......and really "mute" is just mudo/a because if you said mudarse it means "to move (residences)" so it's a different expression entirely

In other common expressions it usually indicates shock or being stunned; quedarse en shock or shockeado/a is "to be in shock" and it can be the medical shock, the colloquial shock, or the electric shock

Others are quedarse aturdido/a "to be stunned", quedarse sin palabras "to be left speechless" [lit. "without words"], quedarse atónito/a "to be left speechless/mute" [lit. "unable to make a sound"], quedarse anonado/a "to be left speechless/struck dumb"

The other really common one is quedarse de piedra which is "to be stunned" but literally "turned to stone", so very Medusa-like

It's also used with quedarse embarazada or encinta as "to become pregnant" which maybe makes a bit more sense if you hear the old expression "to fall pregnant"

[cherrysimmer1]

Chapter 29

Myrtle took a deep breath, stretching her arms. "Ahhhhh…" She yawned longingly. "Oh my… you look quite tired, don't you?!" Agatha observed. "Would you like more tea, perhaps? I'll make some more!" "Huh? No, no" Myrtle said. "I'm good! I was thinking about heading home now."

"You're sure you don't want more of my wonderful tea you're so fond of?" Agatha asked. "The tea full of amazing ingredients!" Myrtle yawned again and smiled, "You win! One last cup before I go to bed."

"Roger that!" Agatha said. "One last cup! It will ease you to sleep, you'll see. You know my tea contain a plethora of stress-reducing agents, right? And a bunch of other things super useful for the body. It's good for you! Particularly for what you're suffering from!" "That's why I like it so much," agreed Myrtle. "Your tea is my favorite!"

"By the way, I shouldn't have kept you this long. I apologize. You've been here for hours now, waiting for Agnes with me. You didn't have to. Me and Agnes' problems don't concern you after all."

Myrtle took a few steps around the apartment and walked towards a window.

It was beginning to be less dark outside. Soon it would be dawn.

"What are you talking about? Of course it concerns me! You and Agnes are my friends! Earlier this evening when I saw you from the stairs, you were so worried! That made me worry too!"

"Agnes is driving me crazy," Agatha affirmed. "I appreciate you coming over. You're a breath of fresh air. Your company kind of kept me away from worrying even more, so thank you. But still, sorry."

"That's alright!" Myrtle said. "We got carried away in the conversation and lost track of time. It happens all the time! I didn't mind waiting for Agnes. Thank you too for trusting me enough to tell me what's happening, what's really going on…"

"She still hasn't returned my calls nor answered my texts." "She will, hopefully. Soon. Who knows? Maybe for once, things went normally on her end?" Agatha sighted at that.

"You know what?" Myrtle said "Agnes will be thrilled to find out the extent you're willing to go in order to break the curse!"

"If I don't, who will?" Agatha asked. "She can't save herself, she's too scared! She won't take action and I don't blame her. She's confused."

"She was so sad when I first met her," Myrtle remembered.

"I can't tell you how I felt the first time I witnessed her vent about her breaks ups… I think it was when you moved in this building."

"I hope you were not too bothered by that behavior of hers…," Agatha said. "Not at all," Myrtle reassured.

"It definitely wasn't the best way to meet your new neighbors, was it?" Agatha asked. Myrtle shrugged her shoulders, "I knew dead-on she was going through some harsh times. New neighbors or not, I didn't judge."

"Agnes usually doesn't show her emotional side in public," explained Agatha, "Especially crying in front of somebody she doesn't know well. She'd rather hide certain feelings and put manners first! A flawless first impression is always her goal when meeting new people."

She took a pause, then said, "After those strange events, however, being reminded of the happenings would sometimes trigger her panic. She'd freakout anytime, anywhere, without regard to who was watching. She'd mumble a lot, she'd mention her husband and… and how the events occurred after he passed away."

"Her late husband was a frequent subject of talk," continued Agatha. "She was depressed, and on top of that, dealing with rude in-laws." "Oh no… These can be the worst! The in-laws..."

"They've been giving her a hard time since the man died. They were quite rude during her mourning time. I even had to intervene once or twice just so they could back off a little. She was thrilled I was there!"

Looking in the void, Agatha seemed transported several years back, "Agnes and I lost touch when she got married. It wasn't like in college years when we used to have fun all the time, spending time together and sharing everything. Now her husband was her everything."

"She had her life, I had mine," added Agatha. "She loved this married life of hers over everything else until… well, you know what happened. He died. His funerals, however, brought Agnes and I closer again. I've multiplied my visits to her place, to see how she was doing. Our bond was back. We were 'sisters' again and it felt great, especially after life parted us."

"Losing touch with close ones is so common after marriage...," Myrtle said quietly.

"That was no longer the case with us, thankfully," Agatha said. "After the funerals, Agnes asked me to move in with her. She needed family close-by, family support. Not in-laws harassment. Real support."

"Definitely." Myrtle agreed, nodding.

"So I went there and stayed a few months until we decided to move out. Too many things reminded her of her husband. She needed a fresh start. A new place was a good idea. We decided to leave the cottage life for the city life."

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[inosukenumberonefan]

Pairing: Shigaraki x femreader

Genre:Reverse comfort

You awkwardly looked around in the bar. Everyone was being to loud it wasn’t often that the whole league was out of their rooms and hanging out in the bar but it wasn’t enjoyable especially if you didn’t like to much noise or people annoying you so it wasn’t a surprise Shigaraki got up abruptly in the middle of a conversation with Toga and stormed outside which was a bit odd usually he went to his room. Toga didn’t seem to notice how irritated he was because she called after him.

“Rude! Do you have any manners?” You jumped from your stool and gently opened the door and peeped your head out. Shigaraki was angrily stomping away while scratching his skin. You stepped out and carefully shut the door behind you. For about 1p seconds you followed him walking up the alleyway., you thought you were doing a decent job at until he sighed (loudly) turned around and angrily asked.

“Why are you following me!?” You awkwardly stepped out the shadows but before you could get a word out he spoke. “No don’t bother answering that. Just go back and leave me alone!”

“Why?”

“Because I want to be alone! Why else would I have left!” You shrugged; you didn’t have to say anything else for him to start ranting.

“I’m tied of hearing Toga's voice besides if I have to watch compress preform one more stupid ‘magic trick’ I might just delete this entire league and start over from scratch!” He yelled at you and scratched his neck frantically. Your frown deepened you felt bad for him and your motherly instincts kicked in and you took a step forward then another one and another until you were in decent distance of him and again he started shouting.

“What are you doing?! Stay back! This is exactly why I left in the first place!” When you didn’t stop he scoffed and scratched once again then let out a mutter. “You people drive me crazy! I can’t get 5 minutes to myself without hearing one of you whine or screech or monologue about something no one cares about! As if a little silence from time to time would kill us all!” Once he stopped for a couple seconds you declared it safe to proceed.

“Is there any ointment for it?” You asked gently pointing at the raw skin on his neck.

“What?!” He looker at you with the most annoyed expression you had ever seen. “No! Are you stupid?!” You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off. “Wait don’t answer that either you’ll just prove my point and I’m already pissed off.” He looked back at you, you were so clearly eyeing the skin.

“Well I-" Just as you were going to offer him some he interrupted again.

“Just because it manifests physically doesn’t mean it’s a physical condition.” He looked back at you. “In fact I’m certain it’s not. And if you’d think about all the times you’ve seen me scratch you’d be certain to.”

“Mhm?” You hummed as if telling him to go on and he did, although it was just to ramble about how annoying you are.

“I only itch when I want to destroy something.” He narrowed his eyes. “And what do you know?” He said in a fake euthanasic voice. “As soon as you stepped into this alley with me.” He paused and scratched for dramatic effect “The itching flared up again. So do me a favor and go home.” Odd choice of words since you lived at the league of villains hideout. He waited for you to go but you didn’t budge still awkwardly standing in the alley way.

“Well?! Why are you just standing?!” You decided to ignore the fear and started walking towards him, not to your surprise he objected. “What are you doing?! The hell? No! No! Stop it.” When he saw you weren’t going to stop he reverted to insulting you. “Of all those idiots you might be the most irritating of them all!” When you were about a meter away he continued. “Do you not know what personal space is?!” You shrugged.

“Where do you get all this audacity do you not realize I could reach out and disintegrate you on a whim?!” You did but against every instinct in your body you didn’t leave.

“You’ve been itchy all day.” You commented. “How about you tell me more about it?” You asked in a gentle voice.

“No! I don’t want to ‘tell you out more about it.!’” He mocked.

“Are you-"

“Fuck off!” You stood there silent as you watched him attentively with caring and sympathetic eyes. He sighed exasperated and dramatically.

“Fine! I’ll talk about it if you stop looking at me like that!” He caved. “Are you happy.” You nodded and smiled it was not returned. “But after you have to fine someone else to bother and leave me alone!”

“Deal.” He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall and you copied before starting.

“I pretty much always itch because there’s pretty much always something or someone I want to destroy nearby. Its that simple.” He sighed again before continuing. “But I can’t go around withering everything away on impulse at least not yet…” He mumbled the last part to himself.

“Yea?”

“I can’t afford to keep replacing items or people that may be useful, so I hold it inside, I do nothing even though all I want is to press the tips of my fingers firmly against everything I hate and feel the tension go away as it breaks apart.” He chuckled at the thought looking up to the sky, he had kind of a grin on his face.

“Well you’re not itching right now.” You observed and he snapped out of what seemed to be a moment of peace.

“Stop trying to psychoanalyze me! What does it matter?!”

“Might mean-"

“I’m tempted to cover my mouth with your hands until- until-.” He looked back at you and groaned in annoyance. He made a sound that sounded like growling and he sighed.

“No that’s not exactly true. I’m not itching right now. I-” he took a long pause. “Don’t want to destroy you.” You didn’t know what you were expecting but it wasn’t that. “I don’t know why! You won’t running your mouth just like the others! The whole reason why I left was to get some peace and quiet before everyone ended up in a dust bin.” He looked back at you. “Yet here you are interrupting my single player time, getting way too close to me and asking all these stupid questions!” He took a breather and calmed his voice. “And somehow I don’t hate you for it. I… don’t wanna use my quirk.” He exclaimed as if he was surprised in himself. “What is wrong with me.” He mumbled to himself.

“Nothings wrong with you-"

“I was ready to end them all I had to get away because I would’ve done it. The itching was so intense I couldn’t take it anymore! They just wouldn’t stop! The talking, the noise it didn’t matter how many times I told them to knock it off, it didn’t matter how long I sat there more and more irritated by their idiotic behavior, clawing at myself my skin crawling with disgust!” His voice only got more and more mad and intense each word. “I wanted to annihilate everyone of them right then and there and they didn’t even have the decency to notice! They just kept acting… normal.” He chuckled to himself. “So I went for a walk to get away from their obliviousness and here you are.” He summarized.

“You followed me because you did notice, didn’t you?” You gave him a small smile and nodded.

“Yea.” He laughed and it sounded genuine.

“I suppose that explains why I don’t want to kill you.” You grinned you didn’t think he noticed but he did. “But don’t get cocky. It isn’t usually wise to pursue a man who wants to be left alone especially if he can get alone with a single touch.” You raised an eyebrow and snorted. “Still as much as I don’t want to swell your head about it. I’ll admit its nice to talk to someone who actually want to know how I feel. Its nice not to itch again, my skin almost never feels this… calm.” He sighed but in a good way.

“Does it still hurt?” He snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Well yea it hurts. I mean look at it its shredded raw.”

“But it doesn’t itch?” You asked gently and he shook his head and you gave him a small smile. “Well that’s better then how it normally feels. Sit with me.”

“What? Here?” He sounded appalled “And why would we do that?”

“You wanna go back?”

“Of course not.” You raised your eyebrows and shot him a look that meant where else are you gonna go he must have got it because he then admitted you had a point. “Fine.” He muttered and plopped down onto the cold cement and you quickly followed.

“So now what?” He gave you an annoyed look. “You gonna play therapist some more or?” You didn’t answer as your eyes were drawn to his long baby blue hair again you ignored the fear and went for it. You twirled his hair in your fingers and traced your fingers through his scalp.

“What are you doing?!” He asked as you moved into a kneeling position.

“I’m playing with your hair.” You calmly stated and continued.

“Well I know that but why?!” You shrugged but answered.

“Because there’s no other place I could touch you right now that wouldn’t hurt.” You looked at him. “And it feels nice doesn’t it?”

“Well it…” He went silent and you stopped worried that maybe you were being to rough. “No, don’t stop its whatever just do what you want.” He mumbled and you perked up. “Its not like were going anywhere any time soon.”

“Does it hurt?” You asked after about a minute.

“No its- its pleasant. You were right about the not being able to touch me anywhere else that wouldn’t be painful. That is if you’re determined to touch me at all.”

“Well you know me.”

“You really are impossible you know that, I see exactly why you would’ve never made it as a hero.” You narrowed your eyes and gently tugged on his hair and he involuntary let out a chuckle. “Boundaries aren’t really your thing are they?”

“You know me so well.” You teased and continued running your fingers through his hair and gently humming.

“At least your good at it.” You chuckled surprised that he actually complimented you well sort of.

“Well thank you for the compliment.” He was going to object and say it wasn’t but he yawned instead.

“If I’m not careful you’ll put me to sleep.” He softly chuckled and closed his eyes before shooting right up and turning to you. “This isn’t part of some grand Master plan to take out the party leader is it?!” You snorted at the ridiculousness. “If it is remember I inflict a permanent debuff on contact.”

“Oh no you figured my master plan!” You sarcastically said and rolled your eyes. “How ever did you figure it out?”

“You don’t have to be a dick.” He mumbled and took a deep breath relaxing and closed his closed his eyes. “Do that other thing?”

“Hmm?”

“The one where you run your fingers through my hair.” You did as told and you could see the tension flow away as his shoulders relaxed.

“That’s better I like that.” It seemed he was to relaxed to save face. He slouched and took a deep breath he was right you were putting him to sleep. “You know maybe I should get some ointment.” You smirked because he had almost admitted you were right. “Not that it would matter most of the time. My skin just stays broken and itchy when I’m around the others anyway but it wouldn’t be so bad to have for times like this to take the sting away when it doesn’t itch. Maybe I could start taking walks like this regularly.”

“Id think that would help you.”

“And since you apparently have no instinct for self preservation and want to follow me-" he cut himself off with a yawn. “Maybe you could help me out a little.”

“Id like that.” At this point he was just talking to himself but you still felt the need to weigh in.

“Id have to take care of my hands of course but my arms would be okay to touch and my neck you could hover up some ointment there since you’re so hansey.” He was trailing off.

“My face that’s where it hurts the most of all… I can’t remember the last time anyone living has ever touched my face…” His voice was soft and sleepy. “Thank you I needed this.” He said before falling asleep his head softly hitting your shoulder.

Hes so fine 😽😻

[thegreatcaptainusopp]

Another thing that upsets me about usopp haters! (im sorry, is just those people drive me nuts and for my mental health ill never interact with them because its not worth it, so I prefer to interact with you and other fans so we can all be "yeah those people are crazy, Usopp is great 🥂 we have good taste" together. Ehem I'm missing the point)

What upsets me is when they act like Usopp didn't have any moments in pre-ts, and they act like his only badass moments are shooting the world goverment flag (not even then, because they're always like "actually that was Sogeking" 😤 jokes over man, you are being obtuse on purpose) and that moment in Dressrosa, now I can't speak for post-ts because 😶 I'm still not caught up (stuck in post war, I'll keep going eventually), but my boy has many moments in pre ts. My favorite one being his fight against Perona, and one of the reasons its my favorite is because it comes very soon after Usopp has been feeling useless and weak (ok soon after for us, in universe it seems that Oda likes to leave certain characterizations in the arc that they appear and never mention them again...)

The anime quite literally spells it out for you that Usopp is incredibly important, and actually the reason why they didnt just all die in Thriller Bark, and there's STILL people out there saying Usopp is the most useless member *eating the drywall in my home*

Sorry I needed to get that off my chest.

If nobody got me, I know you Usopp fans got me 😔

Always fun to speak with Usopp fans on here! There’s a great community and a lot of great conversations to be had.

I really think a large part of this kind of fan reaction to Usopp is twofold. I also think a lot of these points are also applicable to Nami tbh. Firstly, I think that Usopp’s particular skills are undervalued by a lot of fans. He’s a long range fighter, not a close range one, and a lot of fans simply aren’t interested in that kind of battle because it’s not super flashy in the same way. His strengths also usually aren’t catered to in universe. For one reason or another he doesn’t get the chance to park himself somewhere and really get to do his job as sniper, and maybe if he did it would be a different story? I’m not sure though. His other skills (engineering, art, etc) also aren’t the coolest or flashiest but are necessary for the crew to function and don’t get a lot of hype in the same way either. In the same vein, I think a lot of people forget he’s forced up against literal monsters most of the time and in battles that aren’t his forte fighting wise, so in comparison he doesn’t get to shine. However he’s canonically extremely talented at basically everything he does.

Secondly, I think a lot of what he adds to the story and the crew is emotionally and character driven, and people who come to One Piece for the fights aren’t necessarily going to be drawn to that kind of contribution to the plot. If you’re interested in more low key character drama/development you may be compelled to pay attention to him in the story. But I think a good amount of people aren’t as interested in that element of the story and so don’t really pay attention.

There’s also the matter of the way some of his accomplishments are framed in universe tbh. Usopp is considered by a lot of fans to be kind of a meme character and so is treated like that accordingly. This includes all the Sogeking jokes and other things that mean that he isn’t really taken seriously by a lot of people unfortunately. But I think if anyone takes a closer look beyond the surface they’ll be able to see a really interesting character underneath! Especially pre time skip like you mentioned

I hope you enjoy your journey as you go further into the story! There’s a lot but it’s a great time and a lot of fun moments upcoming.

[chris-continues]

What they’d look for in a partner

While all of these are traits that are necessary or preferable in a partner, I do believe that it would be especially important to certain characters.

Includes: Vash, Wolfwood, Knives, Milly, Meryl

Vash

To have a relationship with Vash, you most certainly need to have empathy. Kindness too. He’s a very loving soul and if you’d be disrespectful to someone without being provoked or you’re a rather hateful person? He can’t really get close to you. Would he be nice? Sure.. but he couldn’t have such an intimate relationship with someone who doesn’t share the heart of gold he has. It’s something he couldn’t really get past in someone.

Wolfwood

Honesty. He wants someone to tell shit straight to him. He needs someone to humble him, set him back into his place if he’s close to losing his shit. Someone to be upfront with him. Call him out! In an argument, in day to day life, during conversations.

He’s usually not crazy wrong or anything or being unreasonable, but in times where he is he’d much rather you call him out on his behavior than sit down and take it. That guilt would swallow him whole. And he’d much rather have a partner who isn’t afraid to tell it to him how it is.

Knives/Nai

A lot like Wolfwood in Nai, I’d think. He doesn’t have much romantic experience (if at all. Ok, we know he has absolutely none), but besides common things like honesty and whatnot what he’d definitely appreciate is patience. Not babying him, but patience in him to figure things out. Sometimes during arguments he needs time. A lot.

It takes Nai a hot minute to process his moments, he’s actually pretty emotionally mature in some ways but he definitely needs to step back sometimes because he can get overwhelmed. It’s never in his intention to hurt you, or sometimes he needs a moment to slow down. Life has moved far too fast for him, no matter what au, and he needs time. He will be relieved if you give that to him.

Milly

(Side note: I’ve only seen a bit of ‘98, so I’m not 100% familiar with Milly’s character! Feel free to add on or correct me in reblogs/ comments!)

I’m sure we all know Milly is a sweetheart. She’d want someone who definitely doesn’t downplay her- she’s plenty familiar with people treating her as if she’s 100% ditzy (and while that’s apart of her charm, she isn’t an idiot!) she’s a badass woman! And being belittled gets annoying and really infuriating for her. She also loves someone she can laugh with and enjoy her time with, there’s balance to everything. :)

Meryl

Meryl is an independent career woman, as we all know, who isn’t afraid to state her opinion, exercise her autonomy, and pursue her passions. What she’d love in a partner is that same drive, and the respect for her passionate self. You have a dream? She’ll help you research it/look into it and encourage you! She expects the same of you. She needs someone who can support her dreams and independence, and if you can’t do that? You won’t get along platonically, let alone romantically.

[homophyte]

okay im going to be vulnerable and admit though ive owned house of leaves for a few months i was spurred to start reading it the other day after watching that video on myhouse.wad . no one make fun of me. that being said.

im not necessarily going though it super in depth and more just trying to unravel some stuff for funsies with some various help from old forums and what strikes me as sometimes glaringly missing from discussions on the book is the way it relates to women. like the fact that the house itself is treated as though it has a female identity will get talked about but theres not rlly discussions about the ramifications of that--how will and holloways posturing--named as explicitly about 'male dominance'--is essentially a fight over who gets to get the girl. wills early venture into the house is literally likened to karen kissing wax, like theyre BOTH infidelities, and thats not nearly the first time karen herself treats the situation like the house is her romantic rival or at least rival for wills attention (im not far enough in to have too solid a grasp on the implications of the name delial--but lets just say i have a suspicion?).

anyway whats maybe even more interesting than that is the way its kinda ALL about gender--its men who keep entering the house desperate to know what its about, its men driven to write about it and uncover its secret knowledge, and it drives them fucking crazy. like...you can read that--VERY EASILY--as men 'discovering' the ""hidden"" interiority of women, like, the very idea that women are complex people with their own ideas and emotions and inner worlds. the fact that the house has a secret inside is huge fucking news and just about every man in the novel reacts to it as such, but the reactions from women are like...not that. idk im not done with it by any means but the similarity between the conversations between karen & wax at the end ch VII and johnny & thumper at the end of VIII really apparent. when thumper is listening to johnny, seeking to understand him, being really invested and interested and not reacting with annoyance or disdain or boredom like he expects, it genuinely really knocks him out to the point he nearly cries--and then he bottles it up, writes it off, even when she echoes karens exact words flirting with wax he doesnt register it.

the text displays a consciousness around gendered expectations here, particularly bc thumper is a sex worker, that she cant be expected to intellectually engage w it, but she can and does...and then johnny doenst know what to DO about it, how to engage w a real moment of understanding between the sexes or whatever so he very consciously falls back on gender expectations for men and refuses to feel that connection, severing the tie he inadvertently built w her and consigning the moment to unknowable blackness. the void is invented by people determined to treat it as foreign--which often means treating it as hostile (holloways gun, johnnys suspicions when thumper didnt call him back).

that she ends with the comment 'you just need to get out of the house' is like...almost laughably on the nose especially w the way chauvanist culture has proliferated on the internet. like in the book too, dont get me wrong, its just so startlingly accurate to whats going on it seems like she really must UNDERSTAND in a way johnny fails to capture in his narration but still comes through due to her being kinda fucking great--sorry i REALLY like thumper in this actually she may be my favorite. its sort of difficult for me to look at the line and divorce it in my head from the phenomenon of the incel--read a certain way, you have johnny ranting and raving about how he just cant ever figure out what the collective 'woman' is thinking and all this time hes spent driving himself crazy about it, and thumper listening and understanding and very sympathetically and honestly saying 'that wouldnt be a big deal if you interacted w women instead of holing up inside trying to theorize about it.'

i dont necessarily think its a mistake that johnny is the kind of person he is, a partying womanizer or whatever, bc sex becomes his only interaction w women (his failure to talk abt the book w kyrie in favor or fucking her) just as entering the house becomes wills only interaction w it (or at least he rages when he cant have that interaction, he values it above others). the book is pretty clear about both of these acting as forms of penetration. as johnny gets more invested in the text he interacts more and more w the women zampano used as interpreters and comes more and more into contact w women and less and less able to deny their interiority.

the reaction from men that women are people is simple and plain disbelief, followed by disconnected, invasive, rigorous study, study that is likened to war, to surgery, to expedition--anything but understanding. its kind of baffling idk maybe im just not looking in the right place to see people talking about it but this sorta feels like...the point. hell even earlier in ch VII on page 91 you get will and holloway excitedly talking about calling the press about their huge discovery that no one will believe...and then just, karen, living her life, treated like an enigma. i literally have this written in my notes as "men discover women have internality; their wives decline to comment"

[quickdeaths]

GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name — Bryn

pronouns — She/Her.

preferred comms — Discord for sure! I'm on Discord basically all the time and I try to be pretty responsive to things. If you unlock the secret friendship tier, I will also bother you with memes/ship inspo/random conversation/etc. but even if you don't want that, it's got a big window and a search bar so it is infinitely better for plotting than anything else. That said, I do tumblr IMs too, if necessary.

name of muse — quickdeaths.tumblr.com/muses there's a lot of them take your pick

experience in RP — I started out 17-18 years ago on the forums for a D&D webcomic. Eventually I checked out of that scene, bounced around LiveJournal, had a cup of coffee in Gaia Online, and then came to Tumblr around 2012ish. Was pretty off-and-on here until 2015, and I've been part of the furniture here ever since. I've done a few things on Discord and through Google Docs since, but I think for better or worse, I'm just Here Now.

best experiences — Meeting my girlfriend will always be #1! We met here on tumblr and even though she doesn't RP as much anymore, I'm always going to be thankful for the things we wrote, and how RPing together helped us become friends, and then girlfriends. After that, all the things I've done with people that were long-term and plotted, with mutual investment. I've been doing this long enough now that even people who've left or who I fell out with, I still have a lot of fondness for those stories, as well as the long-term stories I'm doing now.

pet peeves / dealbreakers — The number one ultimate pet peeve for me is people dropping threads without personally notifying their partners. Not everyone lurks on dash, and it's easy to miss posts, and when people say things like 'gonna drop some of my drafts,' it's easy to feel like you've been put in a limbo state. Hiatuses are one thing but dropped threads like that just drive me crazy. Super long wait times on replies (I'm talking like, consistently 2-3 months or more) are rough for me too. Lack of communication as well, especially when it comes to choosing a muse(s) to write with.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — Angst > fluff > smut for me. I'm an angsty bitch and I love the drama. I like drilling down into character flaws and weaknesses and forcing them to Go Through It and confront things they don't super want to confront, so I'll probably never get tired of writing angsty stuff. I like fluffy stuff too, but a bit more sparingly just because sometimes I think it can get a little circular. Smut... to be honest, I'm not against writing it if a plot calls for it and it makes sense for characters but I've had a handful of rough experiences in the past with people, and it's an area where I'm not very confident as a writer. You will never see a spicy sideblog from me though, I will simply put it on dash like a shameless heathen.

plot or memes — plots plots plots. Honestly, I would never do memes at all if it weren't The Culture here on tumblr. I never know who to send for, or from, when it comes to multimuses, I worry that the ideas aren't interesting and can't sustain long replies, and they don't usually inspire me. Plotting is great because you can figure out a dynamic, whether there's any preexisting knowledge, maybe a general direction you want things to go, etc. Almost everything I've loved doing has come from plots, but I'll still be offering both forever.

long or short replies — have you seen my blog i should be locked up and the key thrown away. I have lost the ability to write a reply under 5 paragraphs and with Certain People Who Know Who They Are I get up to like 8, 10, 12, occasionally some deeply unhinged 33 paragraph drabbles. I don't even have a good excuse really, it's just what feels comfortable for me to write. It lets me do all the inner world stuff that I use to round out my characters in a scene and contextualize them, while still (hopefully) having enough action and dialogue to respond to.

best time to write — It depends. Late afternoon/early evening is probably best, but later evening is fine too. Sometimes I will start a Particularly Ambitious Reply late late late and get too tired to finish it, and then finish it when I get up in the morning, and that seems to work for me too.

are you like your muse — Not really, I don't think? Although I guess that's for other people to judge. I try to give all my muses traits that I can relate to on some level, or at least one thing that feels connective between us, but I honestly think I'm too boring to be a very good RP character. I think Rio is probably the character I'm most similar to, but even then, I think it's more superficial similarities like hobbies than much else.

Tagged by: @more-than-a-princess Tagging: i will fill this in later, if you are seeing this post then i forgot to fill it in and that means it is a runabout, you can steal it, no one will ever know

[ezziefox]

Writing this because idk what to do

My family isn't the best. We're black, if that tells you anything already. They're not the loving type. They're not the type to care about mental health. They're not the type to see rationally into anything. If you can't do this for them, then they don't know what to do with you, and they feel "sorry for you" when you grow up and have to go out into the real world.

Ffs, my mother literally admitted to her friend on a phone call that I was the first and only person in my family to go around and tell family members that I love them when I was younger. My family, especially my parents, are the type to be like "well I grew up this way so it's an excuse for my behavior and how I treat you".

You know, for the longest while, I thought my mother didn't know that she was wrong for certain ways she spoke to and treated me. But on that same phone call with her friend (we sleep in the same room as I'm visiting overseas and other family occupy other rooms, so I kind of have no choice but to hear her conversations), she said something along these words to her:

(we're Caribbean if the wording sounds weird to you, so I'm trying to put it into a way that would make sense in proper English)

"you see the way how you grew up? With your parents hugging you, and telling you they love you? I didn't grow up like that. So..." Blah blah blah, I don't remember. But it was then that I realized that she is aware that she hasn't been the best mother. But instead of using her experience to better herself, which she should've done from the very beginning when my brother and I were born, she instead uses it as an excuse for why she treats me the way she does.

For example, I was ill a few days ago, and I've never learned to swallow pills, so I usually crush them up if I can to take them. But since this pill was a gel liquid pill or sth, it wasn't supposed to be broken or anything. Instead of trying to support and help me like I guess any other parent would, she belittles me about it, even as her friend is on the phone. And I hear her friend trying to 'jokingly' tell her that it's common for people to just be unable to swallow pills and whatnot, and stuff basically trying to tell her in the nicest way possible to go easy on me. But she doesn't listen, and that's when she speaks to her friend about that whole "how she was raised" thing.

Recently, another issue came up that I can't be bothered to explain since I already did so on a different platform, and I'm feeling frustrated again. What she said and her tone with it completely ruined my mood. I didn't feel like to watch my yt videos anymore, and I also didn't know what to do. I debated coming on here and ranting about it versus staying in my head. But I knew it wouldn't do me any good to let this negativity stay in my head, so hopefully this at least does something.

I don't know what to do or what I want at this point. You never truly know better until you've got it. But idk if I would like a better relationship with someone who comes along, because then it would only drive me insane. It's not like I'm an adult and financially capable of leaving them and keeping them out of my life as much as possible. So if I truly do experience something totally different and better, it would drive me crazy to know that there's even better out there, but I have to be stuck with these people until otherwise. So I'd rather just be stuck with them until I can escape and give my head a break—when I can finally, actually, and more safely meet new people and reshape my life and the people I surround myself with.

So while I do want better... While I do wonder what it would feel like to have someone there for you, who understands you and whatnot, I also don't want it, because it'd be a constant reminder of what I don't have and will never have until I reach of age and stability on my own. And that frustrates and kills me.

It's not only my mother. It's a generational thing, so it's more than just her. But she's the one who pissed me off in this moment. I just wanted to capture my feelings before they capture me.

I may delete this in the morning when I come to my senses ig...

Sigh.

[the-firebird69]

Oxygen is low too. 14 all day. A breakfast 4am only. To about 8am. He's off gassing no. Refueling eases off the throttle pushes actual air in. Hrs fired they all say. Says it I can't do it. Nope. Then he dies he says. So wehit the fat shit in westborough. Same stupid crap. We hit his a lot they continue.

Most of them will die here today

Thor Freya

Olympus

It's funny ok. Tommy f seemed sharp about some things a playboy, but really, awful about other things. Mine are far less tolerant than Macs. Hv power. As I do too. So I'm in Greensboro North Carolina riding along with him and he's just having a great time and I'm driving and he's partying and he doesn't realize that he's in danger and doesn't take it that way and doesn't look at it that way and you can threaten and I would stop him cold and he never got it after multiple times. And these ones like him they have it worse than anyone they look at him and say don't do this I'm right here and completely ignore you and it's a condition a state of mind and no it's his race that's what you like and they're pushy and their British and they don't follow the rules that everybody else does here in society and it's causing a lot of problems especially with me. So I looked at Tommy f riding around and I said are you going to just crap out the job here we have a schedule and where exactly do you do at work and I don't want to get stuck in this mess that you're creating because he's out carousing and it's a reputation of the company and he didn't understand that either and turns into an immediate little child. Actually started being belligerent. He couldn't fathom it or understand it he's trying to figure out why I don't think like he does I didn't really follow why he was thinking that. And then I started to think that he thinks I'm one of my clan or the other clan, and my access to Rich for the boy and he fell for the whole thing hook line and sinker and no I'm not that way and I still am not and yet he persists to threaten and threaten and threaten and things don't change and a wheel is a wheel and the smoke is a spoke and a dog is a dog and a cat's a cat and the guy is a crazy person for simple simple overt code to piss people off. Here's the problem that I have with Tommy he does not understand other people's perspective much I understand a certain amount of it and ignores what he doesn't like any spoiled and he's a spoiled complete brat I don't want to be near he doesn't really have much responsibility he doesn't have a family life and he has really nobody that cares about him like other people do and he's he's extremely mean and Max do not have control over him and they don't have control over what he's doing and they can't seem to dislodge him and have other problems if he's forcing it's really a miserable situation but yeah he is non-responsive to most cues and conversations that makes sense

Zues Hera

There's a few other items that he left out. He is a mean person to him was treating him like a child and Garth was but there's a difference Tommy f is very dangerous and it's not doing it because he's pushed he's the one pushing. And he is barking orders tell him to do this and that while they're driving along and one day our son said you want to drive cuz I just can't understand what you're saying he said I want you to go faster than slower then faster and our son said what for and he said to break up them and on me if the day. And I said if it's so monotonous I'll stay home cuz I'm kind of getting sick of riding around and possibly getting in trouble and that was the day you got really pissed off. Because Tommy F was trying to smear his reputation. And Blake said it too I don't want you riding around and tell him what to do and having him do that stuff and you're forcing him to and he kept on doing it and doing it. One day Blake came up to him and he told him to stop doing it and he kept it up and he called him on the phone and said I told you not to do that and he said to Blake and our son heard the it was really a fight on the phone my personal time is my own what I do after work is my business and he's standing there listening so he walked away. I don't really want to go out there and ride around I don't drink and I don't really do what he's doing it's not really great for my reputation and Blake agreed so I just stopped going out and the guy turned into a tyrant and he started messing up the company and he screwed around with us since investments and he's a little bit of a gay boy. And he said it too he said he's jealous he's got all these issues and sunset to him I'm not like you and I won't be and if you're going to try and bother me that way and you're going to be hurt and he kept it up and he got reported to the home office and he found out about it turned into a huge pansy and almost got fired like five times then he started screaming he's going to take over this area anyways and Blake wanted to know what it meant so the guy is still in the beans all over the place because he's an emotional wreck and a weakling when it comes to certain things and he's got set off by a several times and won't let it go in any way so he's hanging over him with this grudge match and he's trying to kidnap him all the time and he's forcing other people into this odd behavior. What it is is real stories and it really happened it's very pertinent and extremely important and we are going to bring charges for what happened in Greensboro North Carolina and no one just trying to defend him and couldn't he felt weak sickly had to leave early and other people noticed and said what's the deal here and they start to figure out their in trouble and a lot of it they got to Ken Baker and he tried to ask you and eventually figured it out and he was kind of rude to him and he started flaring his nostrils saying all sorts of things and flying off the handle like he's a New Yorker finally he said look I don't have to do what you want and I really want to show you but I can't right now and he was big he still is what a son says is true though Ken Baker is part of the government and he can go right up to Tommy f and tell him that he's in trouble or treasonous and he can harm him legally and Tommy F doesn't care he thinks he'll always come back and one day it won't be that way but he thinks it is and that's the way it is he's completely insane and we don't care it's called criminal insanity and it's not a way out of anything. And he pushed a lot of people into doing a lot of stupid things and it's getting found out. You try everyday to push the ship off and today A lot of people are going to start putting an effort in you don't want it over him it's disgusting

We now see what he's saying we have ability and we're contouring things and we weren't and Tommy F thinks it's going to be the other way around and he's going to think it's people who are pushing back

Thor Freya

This is exemplary work and it shows and it is mentioned almost every time and we mentioned in-house too this is important so we're going to publish now

Olympus

I wanted to say this he's here and he's being bothered up and down the River inside the place outside the place wherever he goes today and there's a bunch of them too doing it so he decided to get him back a little bit and other people started joining in and they see the problem and they understand is way out there and very illegal and wrong for him to do for 5 minutes not to mention a year for more and cause a storm and massive destruction to the United States the guy should be hung by his nuts in the middle of New York times square

Olympus

[bluerevs-a]

a thousand unanswered questions unraveled for him in one single moment. for as long as he’d known her, and especially at the beginning of all of this, elena never seemed completely at ease. her shoulders perpetually high with tension, a restless demeanor, a certain cautious look in her eyes. marcus had always thought it was her guilt personified; that he brought this uneasiness out of her. but when she flinches at his touch, he’s filled with a gut twisting clarity. he can feel his heart sink into an unfathomable depth, and he knows it's written all over his face. it takes everything he has to not address it, but marcus knows what the moment calls for, and it’s not this. “you,” he avows, holding her face in his hands for a brief moment. his thumb traces the place where she flinched, where he could swear he notices miniscule swelling. if thought transference were real, they were interconnected enough in this instance that she would know everything inside of his head. he’s full to the brim of an amalgamation of things: a melancholy blue that she could ever be afraid of anything at all, an unimaginable rage at her idiotic boyfriend, and most of all, a sense of protectiveness deep inside his bones. “i don’t know,” he answers honestly, a small hint of surprise at himself in his tone. marcus knew that this nagging apprehension about going to see her sing held merit. every instinct inside of him screamed not to go ⸻ that it would be trouble, that he would only feel worse. but, there was something to say about walking straight into fire just to see someone smile. marcus knew exactly what that something was called, but refused to assign it the name. he listens intently, a swell inside of his chest as her words set his heart into a familiar, thunderous pace. “i just want to be wherever you want me. and if you want me there, i’ll be there. i’ll make it happen,” he promises, a display of his vulnerability that even he found startling. hand skates to her jaw, angling her mouth towards his own for a brief kiss.  her laughter fills the room, and his own joins in harmony. “i am a hater. the texture is horrible! unless you like baby food, i guess.” it drives him crazy how easy it is to talk to her. part of him wishes he found conversation this effortless with other people, but a larger part of him is happy that it’s her. “ah,” he muses, scratching at the growing stubble across his jaw. “i would love to watch you try to sculpt a heart out of a waffle.” another smile, feeling grateful to look down at such a tender face staring back at him. “i know i can’t really interact with you on saturday, but hopefully i’ll get my own song. maybe about heart-shaped waffles.”

what hopefulness there was in her eye slowly vanishes as doe gaze watches intently, resulting in it being easy to catch the way marcus looks away from her. almost believing him until it was that one action that aided in her vibrant intuition and inkling that he was fibbing to her. part of her wanted to be upset about it, but then again, she did just say to herself that she'll understand if he's not comfortable with it. which is what she assumes is the reason he's putting it off, but what if it's more than that? realizes she's probably reading way too deep into the way his expressions write themselves across his visage and stops herself. "okay, yeah. i understand. like you said... it's probably better that way." she gently nods, trying to accept it even if her own gaze trails off and resembles the same way sad golden retriever puppies look.

"or maybe you're just taller than majority of the population." she sasses him back in her claim (even if he's right), softly laughing in glee as elena's arms cling to his neck and legs wrap around his waist. loves being carried a little too much. tanned fingers folded over the nape of his neck, slipping through his locks when he slowly puts her down and she pushes her care bear slippers off her feet. eyes watch him curiously, maybe even cautiously out of pure instinct. always in some type of automatic survival mode. even involuntarily flinching when his knuckles brush against her cheek, despite this touch so trustworthy. same cheek that had been smacked hours earlier, an entirely different touch by a different hand. it stung and had her jaw aching for a long while until it faded. but it's fine, according to her. because she retaliated and scratched at her boyfriend's face in return. melting into this touch, forgotten yet again what it felt like to be treated so gently, she freezes to it and has her silently wanting to chase for more. just like always whenever his hands find her skin.

"me?" voice softly asks, eyes softening in surprise tenderly brightening her gaze. who else? what a dumb question, mentally kicking herself. cheeks heat up red underneath his touch at the embarrassment of the silly word that blurted from her, it's just difficult to believe even with him staring at her like that. kind touches and kind words, two things she never exchanges with her boyfriend. once his hand lastly tucks away some stray curls behind her ear, elena quickly takes advantage to get out of his line of sight before he realizes how rosy her cheeks feel. moves to busy her hands by grabbing for his blanket when he moves to climb in the bed, pulling the other side over marcus. thoughtfully making sure he gets blankets as well to ensure he'll be warm too.

smaller body gets pulled into bigger one, putting another dimply smile on angelic face. just as she's settling in on her side, tucking arm under her head, he speaks again. registering his words, brows shoot up in surprise once they process. "...you changed your mind? why?" voice comes out shocked, head quickly tilting back to stare up at him in the dim light, wondering what caused the change of heart. "i'd love for you to be there, marcus." immediately reassuring, then further explaining her inner thoughts, "i just didn't press for it... in case it made you uncomfortable. i didn't want to make you feel that way, but if you really want to i'd really love that." bright grin adorns her soft features, warm eyes beaming up at the other, lifting a hand to poke his cheek. then giggles unexpectedly erupt from the confines of her chest at the news about him hating pb&j. "thanks for being honest, pb&j hater." she teases, finger slipping under his chin while his gaze has shifted towards the ceiling, even though she really does appreciate his honesty. "tell me what do you like. i bet i can turn anything into a heart. pancakes, waffles, even french toast probably."

[nejibaby]

Pick Up Lines

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader

Description: Kuroo Tetsuro thinks he’s quite good with pick up lines. (Spoiler: He’s really not.)

Word Count: 2.0k

Kuroo Tetsuro has a big problem.

And for the first time in so long, he isn’t sure if he or Kenma knows how to fix it.

Among the things he’s certain though is that it stemmed from him being a big dork. But he supposes it can’t be helped as it’s part of his charm. It might as well be his personality trait — a troublesome personality trait, if he may add.

This all started as a joke wherein he’d interrupt people who were flirting with you by saying cringe-worthy pick up lines.

It’s a test to see if they’re the right one, he claims, although you both know it’s a lie and that he’s doing it for fun.

But it does its job in fending off some people, especially when he doesn’t stop spouting off crazy lines after lines. Because if they can’t stand your best friend’s humor, then how the hell will they be able to last dating you?

Tetsuro takes it up a notch when you respond with your own cheesy lines, because then he knows that you don’t particularly like the company you’re with. And this drives the creeps away effectively without him having to resort to acting like a fake boyfriend or worse, to violence.

He does this everytime, but he feels a special need to do this when he sees you chatting up some guy named Iwaizumi Hajime with a breathtaking smile.

He doesn’t even get near you before you send him a glare.

Don’t you dare, you tell him with your eyes.

This makes him want to do it more, but he’d also rather not face your wrath the day after. And so he turns away and sulks.

He complains to Kenma all night, who doesn’t seem to be acknowledging his struggles. “Come on man, spare me some time and entertain me.”

Kenma only glances over him once and goes back to playing on his phone. “Just be honest with your feelings.”

Tetsuro coughs. “W-what?”

Kenma raises a brow. “You like—”

But before Kenma can say your name, Tetsuro covers his mouth. “I do not!”

Kenma rolls his eyes and slaps Tetsuro’s hand away. “Whatever.”

Now this is Tetsuro’s problem. Kenma is always right, because he doesn’t come to a conclusion before gathering enough evidence, therefore, if Kenma tells him that he likes a certain someone, then best believe it’s 99.99% correct.

So… he may possibly like you (just a little bit, he tries to convince himself). And this might be the reason why he may have felt a stinging sensation the longer he looks your way and finds you still conversing (and laughing!) with that guy.

The thing is that the more he focuses on his problem and the more he tries to find a way out of it, the more his problem branches out.

Sure, he can totally ignore his feelings and just act like it doesn’t exist in the first place. But wouldn’t that be cowardly? This problem may make Kuroo Tetsuro weak on his knees but he’s no coward. He’d rather fess up and get rejected than to spend sleepless nights wondering about what ifs.

It takes a loud enough giggle from you to break his thoughts. And then he realizes: holy shit, I’m going way overboard with these thoughts.

He knows he need not admit his feelings for you right away, but then again he hates keeping secrets from you because it weighs him down.

He hears an imaginary clock ticking in his mind and then thinks, ah, perhaps he can actually do it. He can always say it nonchalantly and drop it to you casually with a “You know, I used to have a crush on you.”

Keywords: used to. As if his feelings are a thing of the past. It’s a white lie he deems necessary.

And while a whole lot of teasing would likely proceed after that line, he supposes he can handle that for the sake of your friendship.

What he didn’t expect is how you refused to believe him when he told you about it.

“No way, Tetsu,” you snort. “I know your type and I’m literally the opposite of it. Stop playing around.”

Technically, he should be happy that he’s able to unload this information off of his shoulders without ruining your friendship. In an ideal world, he would have let you believe whatever you wanted to believe and then move on. But your reaction — oddly — makes him motivated to prove you wrong. Whether this is rooted from your past academic rivalry with him or not, he isn’t sure. He’s just really determined to make you believe.

Like coming full circle, he convinces himself that going for pick up lines is the way to go because

It’s familiar territory for the both of you, and

He actually believes he’s quite adept at it. (He’s really not, but no one has ever told him that. And even if someone did, he wouldn’t believe them because through these pick up lines, he’s able to make you sport a smile.)

The opportunity presents itself when he finds you sitting alone in the cafe you frequent, reading a book. And he tells himself, Go big or go home.

You look up from your book when he starts getting close to your table. Before he can sit beside you, he starts rubbing his right eye with a frown (even though it actually looks like a pout) and he says, “I think there’s something wrong with my eyes.”

You glance at your book, probably to memorize the page you’re at, and bring it down.

Kuroo Tetsuro didn’t get to process what exactly happened next because you’ve moved so swiftly and took on the role of a mother hen. Hence the next thing he knew, you have one hand on his wrist and another on his cheek. You’re pulling him closer to you and you’re leaning in at the same time.

And then he sees you checking his right eye. He’s not sure what you’re looking for, but he lets you do it — although not without him feeling his blood rushing to his face.

He barely registers you saying, “You shouldn’t rub it so violently,” and asking, “What happened? How does it feel?”

He internally panics because he just can’t think straight with you being so close. For a split second he considers abandoning his original motive so he could just remain like this with you.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls back slightly, close enough that your hands are still on his cheek and wrist, but far enough that he can function properly. “I think there’s something wrong with my eyes,” he repeats, staring straight at you.

And then he says, “Because they can only seem to focus on you.”

He watches with bated breath as you blink owlishly at him. And suddenly, you’re retracting your hands, and you’re looking behind you.

He sees you look around the vicinity twice and quite frankly, he’s a little bit confused by it.

“Where are they?” You blurt after doing your little environment check.

“Who?”

You give him a pointed look. “Tetsu, you only ever say things like that when someone flirts with me.”

“What? I can’t be the one to do it this time?” He teases you.

Kuroo Tetsuro may think he’s quite adept at throwing pick up lines, but if anything, he’s actually better at playing things off as nothing more than jokes.

On the surface, he seems to be just messing with you as he gives you a teasing smile and an over exaggerated wink, but in reality, he’s about to go out of control. And as one of his best friends, he knows you’d know right away that he’s driving himself mad trying to get a reaction out of you.

But before you can scrutinize him, your phone buzzes. And so you turn your focus to it. And just like that, the moment passes.

His disappointment is palpable, not only because he didn’t get what he aimed for but also because he caught a glimpse of the person who just contacted you.

Iwaizumi Hajime.

That guy. Again.

The disappointment quickly morphs into annoyance because how dare Iwaizumi Hajime ruin such a critical moment. It could have been a turning point in your friendship! But his effort goes down the drain because of a single message.

“Oya? You’re chatting with that guy?” He asks.

“You mean Hajime-kun?”

Kuroo Tetsuro fails to stop his eyebrow from twitching. And he thinks: First name basis already, huh?

Before he can comment on it though, you’re already saying, “Yeah, we’re friends.”

In a different universe, he should be relieved that you’re just friends with the guy. But… how can he celebrate that fact when he himself is also just a friend to you?

Acid fills his guts because of his thoughts. But before he can even dive deeper into them, Kenma appears.

Quite frankly, Tetsuro is surprised, because Kenma rarely ever goes out of his cove, choosing to stay at home. He’s a homebody through and through. And yet here he is.

What’s more shocking is that Kenma announces lunch is on him after he eyed Tetsuro. Well, it’s not that Kenma never picks up the tabs, it’s just that when Tetsuro is involved, he very much prefers not to.

But it seems like right now he could sense something wrong with his best friend, and for that, Tetsuro is grateful for Kenma. This eases him up and effectively helps him in pushing the unnecessary thoughts away.

And just like that, the box of Iwaizumi Hajime closes once again. And Kuroo Tetsuro does not have any intention of opening it up (unless you do, but that’s a story for another time.)

So he focuses on his pickup lines instead, and his effort doesn’t go to waste. With this decision, he’s the happiest, especially when you have your own response to them — may it be a sarcastic remark or a simple snort, he takes it all in stride.

“You look so familiar. Didn't we take a class together? I could've sworn we had chemistry.”

That’s so lame. I think I’ve heard that thousands of times already.

“Is your name Google? Because you have everything I've been searching for.”

And maybe you’re a pop-up ad, because you’re so annoying.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put I and U together.”

Maybe there’s a reason why you couldn't do that, Tetsu.

“You and I are like nachos with jalapeños. I’m super cheesy, you’re super hot, and we belong together.”

Okay, not gonna lie, I actually like that. Finally something good!

And while there’s a lot more bickering and teasing that happens in these exchanges, there’s one particular moment that stands out.

Every now and then Kuroo Tetsuro replays the scenario in his head. Although it wasn’t an ideal situation in any way, it was the cause of the deeper relationship you have with him now.

He recalls it happened during a rainy day. He was on his way home from work but he decided at the last minute to drop by the quaint little coffee shop that you made him love. He only wanted to take home some cookies and a cup of coffee that day, yet those weren’t the only things he went home with.

That day, he went home with you. A worn out, defeated, crying mess version of yourself to be exact.

You were a little bit out of it from the stress of your day by day life. Your eyes were glazed and you were in a daze, and initially, he just couldn’t get through you.

But when he did, it was all thanks to his very cringeworthy (yes, he acknowledges that it was indeed cringeworthy) pick up line that helped him to get you to snap out of your spiraling thoughts and to get you into his car.

As much as he hates the pick up line he used, he doesn’t think he’d be able to forget it at all, not when it helped him get to you. Besides, he doesn’t think you’d ever let him live it down. How could you, when it goes like, “Are you a long structure used to restrict the flow of water across rivers and underwater streams? Because daaaaaaaaam!”

Crazy, right?

That’s Kuroo Tetsuro for you. And that’s how he’ll always be. Just for you.

Iwaizumi Hajime be damned.

a/n: ngl i really love their dynamic and i enjoyed writing this even though it took me weeks! ksdjdjfh it would be great if you let me know your thoughts about this <3

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backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst  wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi​​​ ; @darkneogotmyback​​​ ; @im-lame-irl​​​ ; @p-mini​​​ ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck​​​ ; @saniahmichael​​ ; @jaehy9ngs​​​ ; @danyxthirstae01​​​ ; @jaehyunoos​​​ ; @pikijaemin​​​ ; @suhweo​​​ ; @yunoyeol​​​ ; @lanadreamie​​​ ; @ta3ilmoon​​​ ; 

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating. 

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart. 

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well. 

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.  

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you. 

[k3rm1e]

I just had this idea, what if Ranboo and reader are besties. However, since Tommy is jealous jelousinnit of Ranboo for “stealing” Tubbo, he “steals” reader in turn and they too become platonically married.

Maybe after Ranboo and Tubbo learn of the Tommy and reader’s marriage, Ranboo and Tommy are now “competing” for time with Tubbo and reader. Meanwhile reader and Tubbo are just laughing watching this play out? <3

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jealousinnit

I just had this idea, what if Ranboo and reader are besties. However, since Tommy is jealous jelousinnit of Ranboo for “stealing” Tubbo, he “steals” reader in turn and they too become platonically married.

Maybe after Ranboo and Tubbo learn of the Tommy and reader’s marriage, Ranboo and Tommy are now “competing” for time with Tubbo and reader. Meanwhile reader and Tubbo are just laughing watching this play out? <3

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dvwefnowef i love this idea! i hope i did it justice <3

cw:cursing 

tommy vs ranboo:

  “hello tubbo! tubbo. tubzo.”  tommy yelled again and again, trying to get tubbo’s attention.

  tommy continued continued yelling his name for a response. pitying the poor boy, you responded “hi tommy.”

  “oh. hello.” tommy made his minecraft character walk over to you. “what is tubbo doing?”

  “uh, he’s arguing with ranboo? about something somewhat important, i presume.”

  “lore married, those two are. strange, innit?” tommy turned his character to look more directly at yours. the eyebrows on the character made him look intimidating, especially with the way he stared at you.

  “yeah. yes. strange. lore married.” the conversation had ended from there, with an awkward silence. after a while tubbo and ranboo had finally stopped fighting.

  it had been a few days since your interaction with tommy. everything had been pretty normal, just hanging out with ranboo and tubbo. helping oversee the building of the mansion. that was, until tommy came and talked to you.

  “uh, hello tommy.”

  “hey. i’m live right now. what are you doing?”

  “uh, nothing really. mainly have been overseeing the build of ranboo and tubbo’s mansion.”

  “close, the two of you are?”

  “yep. i know him irl so i would say, yeah, we’re pretty close.” this was where you started to get a bit questioning.  sure, you had spoken to tommy before, but you two weren’t necessarily close.

  “hey, y’know what i think.” he turned his character to stare at you.

  “no, what do you think tommy?”

  “let’s be friends.”

  tommy proceeded to drag you around the server, getting to know you better. you two had run around quite a bit, and ended up near the badlands. tommy, of course, decided to bring you into his mischief.

  “ok, when bad joins vc, after i say hello you have to say ‘say FUCK badboyhalo’ to him.”

  “doesn’t bad always yell language at everyone? shouldn’t i probably not do that?” you had just recently gotten added to the server and even doing certain things for bits made you nervous.

  “you’ll be fine. now get ready.” once bad joined the vc, tommy yelled “HELLO BADBOYHALO.”

  “well, hello to the two of you. how are you both doing?”

  without taking the time to answer you yelled, “BADBOYHALO SAY FUCK!”

  tommy immediately began laughing. bad’s character was running around and you could hear him stuttering until finally shouting “LANGUAGE!”

  “oh come on, bbh. it just adds more impacts to what you’re saying. imagine you were saying ‘i hate that muffinhead skeppy so much’. isn’t it much more impactful when you say ‘i hate that BITCH skeppy so FUCKING much!’?” even though you couldn’t see his facecam, you could tell how much he was smirking.

  “LANGUAGE TOMMY!” bad was screaming and from his voice he seemed to be fuming.

  catching onto what tommy was planning, you started for him, “seriously bad,  what do you have against saying a few curse words? FUCK, SHIT, BITCH, ASS, PUSSY.” you and tommy both began screaming curse words at bad until you heard him scream and leave the vc.

  and for the next few weeks, that was how it went. you two caused chaos all across the server, getting on everyone’s nerves. phil had quickly deemed you ‘chaos gremlins sent to drive him even further into his old age’. at least kristen appreciated the two of you.

  “phil, what are taxes?” tommy had asked phil.

  after hearing him mutter a quick “jesus christ…”, he gave tommy an answer, “pretty much shit you have to pay because the government said to.”

  “and is there any way to pay less taxes? y’know, cheat the system?” tommy was quickly driving phil to old age.

  “well, marriage gives you tax benefits.”

  “ooo!” tommy turned his minecraft character towards you, “marry me! for tax benefits!”

  and so there was a new platonically married couple on the server.

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  ranboo had noticed your lack of presence. instead of showing up in his streams, you were usually doing something with tommy. the two of you had even gotten married, the same way he and tubbo had. jealousy, even when irrational, was still a very real and present thing.

  which is what led him to be standing outside your minecraft house, waiting for you to stop talking to tommy for a second and answer his in chat messages. for five whole minutes, he had to deal with chat clowning on him. “chat, i have never been replaced. they simply cannot replace me. there is no way to get rid of me.”

  “you’re like mold!” tubbo had joined ranboo’s vc. his energy heavily contrasted the other’s.

  “...tubbo, how am i like mold?”

  “you’re just constantly growing on people! holding on for dear life until an exterminator is called! do i need to call an exterminator on you?”

  “...no thank you, tubbo.”

  finally, you and tommy had joined vc. “hello ranboo!”

  “hello! what took so long?” the agitation in his voice was barely detectable.

  “oh, tommy here was being pissy. didn’t want to leave vc2.”

  “so tommy was stopping you from talking to your friends?” ranboo clicked his tongue and jokingly said, “seems a bit, uh well, toxic, to me.”

  tommy quickly erupted into screams. “HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF BEING A TOXIC FRIEND?”

  “I WASN’T ACCUSING YOU OF ANYTHING, WAS JUST STATING MY OPINION!” ranboo had started screaming back.

  “IF YOU WANNA SEE TOXIC, I’LL SHOW YOU TOXIC RANBOO.” you could distantly hear an 8 bit version of toxic by britney spears playing from tubbos mic.

  “OH SHUT UP TOMMY, PLEASE, I’VE BEEN FRIENDS WITH THEM FOR LONGER.”

  “BITCH, PLEASE. JUST BECUASE YOU’VE KNOWN THEM LONGER DOES MAKE YOU BETTER FRIENDS. WE’RE MARRIED, WE ARE.”

  and from there, the screaming continued. In-game chat, you could see tubbo telling you to join vc6.

  “crazy, that lot is.”

  “agreed.”

thank you for waiting! i’m sorry this took so long, i’ve been visiting family for easter and haven’t really been able to write. i hope you enjoyed this, though! <3

[kyglow]

subjected to listening to his student's complaints in regards to how she was having a strict upbringing since she was the daughter of a preacher to which colter had known her father from when he was a young boy as he internally was growing rudely tiresome of her comments yet he remained respectful despite that patience of remaining silent wearing thin. " yeah - - yeah. i bet the t-shirt was tight around your chest. " he breathed out as he came across as stiff and tired. shooting her a half smile when glancing at her only for his eyes to avert away as to how he was going to act on his own personal bold yet risky motives which were insane and could ruin his career however, he was determined to selfishly acquire what he wanted from her confident she'd be obedient and quiet as he was certain that she was naïve. " i mean if your dad saw the two of us together alone i think he'd do more than just freak i think he'd try and beat my ass. " he corrected due to him perceiving the scenario drastically differently. his mood was dry and not rather engaged in the conversation though she was cute, especially with the ink that marked her skin he did find it sweet she was becoming her own person.

hands would be in the pockets of his coat only to then chuckle and lick his dry lips with eyes looking down at the ground. he stopped in his tracks and then turned to face her while mulling over her question not sure if it would be wise to indulge on spilling the type of trouble he'd get up to in his youth. " i have to narrow it to one? " he questioned. eyes locked with her own as he was unable to hide his faint sheepish smile. " i mean if i had to choose it'd be the time i stole your daddy's truck for a joyride to pick up my friends mom. we drove to the quarry while she was bouncing on my dick. " he paused feeling a little reluctant to go on however he would continue as he would then take a step closer so no one could overhear them." i came inside of her halfway on the drive there but the worst was when we got there we saw a couple of cops arresting two people who were getting into it." his tone amused and eyes glinting with playfulness. he stroked his chin as he tried to hide his grin. " i panicked and reversed back smashing the back of your dad's truck into a tree and then i sped off meanwhile the mom i was with was topless and was scolding at me for driving like an idiot. " he chuckled. " anyway i dumped your dad's truck at church and made it up to my passenger by sneaking into your dad's church and fucking her in the confessional booth. " he shrugged his shoulders. hand would then move away from his chin to rub the nape of his neck. " i mean that'll probably be way too crazy for you besides those days of messing around are long gone. " his smile was coy and his eyes would divert down towards the ground.

open to: all muse: rebecca "becca" thompson. plot: becca, a preacher's daughter, is in her senior year of college and beginning to become rebellious of her parents' teachings. your muse is all too eager to aid in her consensual c.orruption. connections: classmate, professor, friend (t.aboo and non welcome)

"isn't it stupid how, like, i wasn't even allowed to wear a spaghetti strap without a t-shirt under it?" the pair were bonding in the form of becca lamenting of how sheltered her youth was, and how the last couple years in college had been completely eye-opening. "if my dad saw me now, he'd freak." not only was she doing the unthinkable in baring her shoulders in a halter top paired with a long, flowy skirt, she also had multiple tattoos, including a cross on her wrist and the birds in flight on her collarbone. it wasn't groundbreaking but to her, she was well on her way to becoming the person she felt like she was. "okay, so tell me — what's the craziest think you've done? i'm dying to know."