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ri-ahhh · 4 years

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Hot summer days are meant for playing games 6k, basically all smut lol whoops

Disclaimer: I’ve created a whole OC character for Grayson in the past year or so, just as a creative outlet, and never really intended on posting it anywhere. Like, at all lol, so on the off chance anyone actually reads this, go easy on me please. If something seems like it doesn’t make sense or needs more background, it’s because it’s already written in the deep recesses of my Pages documents lol.

If you do read, thank you so much! Creative writing, especially fanfics, have always been my creative stress relief, so this is all in good fun. I’m definitely not attached to only this character, though, so if you don’t think this is complete dog shit and want to see other concepts, I’d love to do that! :)

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There are a lot of negatives to be said about LA, as MJ had learned quickly when she moved here a few years ago from her home state of Oklahoma: the stuck-up snobs; the traffic; the dirty streets everywhere you go. One thing not on that list, however, is the weather — nine times out of ten it’s perfectly sunny and warm.

Today is one of those days where it’s borderline hot, but still comfortable to sit outside and bake in the sun for a couple of hours. That’s what she and Grayson are doing as they lounge peacefully by the pool in his backyard, soaking in all the Vitamin D that mother nature can give them.

MJ welcomes the blast of heat from the outside air that contrasts harshly with the AC she leaves behind in the kitchen. She had gone in to grab the two of them glasses of water and, while she was in there, noticed the house was oddly silent.

She plants a peck on her boyfriend’s full lips as he accepts his glass with a thanks. “Where are the E’s?” she asks, referring to Grayson’s brother Ethan and his girlfriend Evie. They were both still home when she and Gray first went outside, but a quick glance at her phone tells her they’ve been out here for over an hour, so that really means nothing now.

“I think they were gonna take a Soul class and then have a beach day,” Grayson answers. He sits up a bit to take a sip of his water, and MJ can’t help but admire the way his abs, slick with tanning oil, contract deliciously at the movement. They’ve been together for nearly a year now, and she still can’t get enough of his physique. Amongst other traits of his too, of course, but in the context of lying in the warm sun surrounded by the sheen of coconut-scented body oil, it’s what comes to mind first.

Not to mention, he’s wearing her favorite swim trunks of his — the ones she had bought him — that not only make his olive skin tone pop because of their bright turquoise color, but the fit hugs his ass (and dick) in all the right ways.

Clearly, she’s doing a piss-poor job at hiding her ogling, though to be fair she isn’t trying all that hard to begin with.

He smirks at her. “Can I help you?” he teases, knowing damn well what’s going through her head.

MJ flushes when she realizes she’s been caught, but quickly decides two can play this game. She bends over him and only lets him steal a quick glance at her ample cleavage in her bikini before taking hold of his face in both hands and kissing him.

“You’re sexy,” she admits simply when they part, smiling and wiping a dab of saliva from his lower lip with her thumb.

He swats the exposed skin of her ass lightly when she turns to walk the couple of feet away to her own lounger. She yelps in surprise, which melts into giggles. “Not as sexy as you.” She rolls her eyes playfully and blushes at this, though he can’t see her doing so behind her oversized black sunglasses and the shade of her baseball cap. “I mean, come on, MJ, they’re just muscles,” he says with smug grin.

He’s so full of shit today. MJ scoffs and settles into the chair, not quite believing her ears but also realizing he’s still teasing her. “Okay, Gray.”

She glances over at him and sees him rubbing his thighs, something he knows always gets her going, under the guise of applying more sunscreen. The audacity. She knows it’s intentional by the way he’s biting back a grin and stealing glimpses at her out of the corner of his eye.

Oh, so he still wants to play this game? Apparently ten months together hasn’t clued him in that she is just as competitive as he is, even in stupid things like ‘who can make the other person hornier.’

She forms a quick plan. MJ pretends like she’s oblivious to his nonverbal taunts and reaches out her hand for the bottle of Sun Bum. “So the E’s will be out for a while?”

Grayson stops his ministrations to hand her the slick brown bottle. “As far as I know. Why?” he asks, lying back in his lounger and pillowing his head on his hands. The way his arms curl send his biceps and shoulders bulging, another one of her physical weaknesses for him.

Douche.

“Just wondering,” she answers casually. MJ reaches behind her to raise the back of the lounger that is almost completely flat, higher up so that it can keep her in a relaxed sitting position.

Using his physical teasing as fuel to gather her nerve, she next twists her arm behind her back and tugs at the tie on the thick straps of her cherry red bikini, then does the same to the one around her neck. Even though they’re on private property, in an enclosed yard where no one can see, it still feels a little odd and uncomfortable to be even partially nude outdoors. But if it gets her points in this game against Gray, she decides it’s totally worth it.

When she tosses the scrap of fabric to the ground, the rustling causes him to look over and do a double take. “What—?”

MJ looks at him innocently, but grins devilishly inside; boys really are too easy, sometimes. “What, what?” she questions, spraying some of the tanning oil into her hands.

Grayson shakes his head at her and she can feel his gaze, hotter than the rays of the sun on her newly exposed skin, bore into her through his Ray Bans. “I see. So it’s like that, huh?”

“I don't know what you’re talking about. They’re just boobs,” she counters, throwing a variation of his own words back in his beautiful, annoyingly perfect face. Grayson scoffs at her incredulously, and MJ doesn’t even attempt to hold back a victorious smirk. She’s definitely won this battle, and she hasn't even brought out all the ammo. Yet. “For real, though, we basically live together; you see these every day.”

Grayson tosses a hand up and shakes his head like she had just said something ridiculous. “You see me shirtless every day and still look like you want to jump me all the time, so how is that any different?”

He has a point and he knows it, but he’s an idiot if he thinks she’ll admit so. MJ shrugs. “Anyways,” she continues, ignoring his comment, “I’m just trying to get rid of tan lines. And it’s only us here, so who cares?”

“What if they come back?” Grayson argues weakly, still trying to appear nonchalant about his half-naked girlfriend gleaming in the summer sun just three feet away from him.

MJ shrugs again. “We can hear them coming up the driveway from here, so I’ll just cover up when we do. Also, it’s not like Ethan’s never encountered boobs before, and I’m pretty sure Evie and I have seen each other naked more times at this point than you and E have each other.”

He looks a little affronted. “I’m not sure if thats weird or kinda hot, actually.”

She rolls her eyes again but fights back a smile at his somewhat predictable response. “Don’t be weird. Girls generally just don’t give a fuck with each other,” she explains.

“Well, I still don't want my brother peeping your goods; they’re mine.”

MJ should be irritated at his possessiveness, but admittedly she finds it a little endearing — not to mention, she loves when she drives him to be dominant, especially when she knows she’s really the one in control here. She thinks back to the couple of times Ethan had barged in on them in the bedroom on accident and how Grayson always made sure his body was completely shielding hers while he screamed at his brother to get the fuck out. Ethan clearly wasn’t a threat, but Grayson always made her feel safe and secure either way.

It also isn’t like she wants E to see her tits either, but it won't be the end of the world if he does, especially if the risk of it gets Grayson so riled up for her that he’ll think twice before teasing her like this again.

MJ’s got him hooked now and she knows it, so really she doesn’t need to take the final step in her plan. But thinking about his deliberate words and touches gets the competitive fire lit inside her again.

Taking the oil in her hands, she massages it into the supple flesh of her breasts that were, indeed, several shades lighter than the surrounding skin. Her tits jiggle enticingly and her nipples harden a bit at the pleasurable stimulation caused by her own touch; his sunglasses are still on, but she knows he can see the effect she’s having on herself.

“Fuck, MJ,” Grayson finally groans in defeat. He sits up in his lounger and plants his left foot to the ground, utilizing his long legs to pivot over to her chair and straddle the end of the cushioned seat in one movement. His large hands stroke the smooth skin of her calves that are bent in front of him, his eyes glued to the way she’s touching herself. “You win, okay? I’m sorry for teasing you.”

MJ smiles at him, her ego at soaring. She can tell his hands are itching to reach for hers and replace them. He hadn’t lied that first time they met — he really is a boob man, to the tee. Even in non-sexual situations, like whenever they spoon while sleeping or watching a movie, his hand automatically goes under her shirt to cup one.

“I really do want to get rid of these tan lines, though,” MJ tells him, feigning innocence while simultaneously trying to ignore the way her body is reacting to him being right in front of her, touching her. Unfortunately, there is no denying the rush of wetness to her bikini bottoms. She finishes rubbing the oil into her skin and cups her breasts as if he’s blind and can’t see what she’s talking about. “This is really not cute, what I’ve got going on here.”

Grayson scoots farther up the lounger and cups his hands under her bent knees to drag her into his lap. MJ gasps in surprise and hooks her elbow around the back of his neck to balance herself after his forcible movement of her body. He ducks his head down and kisses her, tongue meshing with hers perfectly and exploring her mouth just the way she likes.

“How about we do something more fun than just lay here while you work on that, then?” he pants when they separate. She nips distractedly at the juicy center of his full lower lip in reply, eliciting a low, rumbling growl from him. He plants kisses across her jaw, down her neck, and back up to the spot behind her ear that makes her putty in his hands.

MJ bites her lip to hold back any sounds, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just yet of letting him know he can do whatever he wants with her at this point. “You were just giving me shit because your brother might walk out here and see my boobs, but now you wanna actually fuck outside?”

She actually didn't hate that idea at all, to be fair.

“Yeah,” he says simply, like there’s nothing to it. “I’ve never done it outside, now that I think about it. Besides our first time, anyways, but that was still in a tent so technically it wasn't ‘outside.’”

This surprises her. Despite his young age, there aren’t a whole lot of opportunities for ‘firsts’ with Grayson, given his past ways. She isn’t about to let this chance slip because of a relatively minor, albeit highly embarrassing, what-if.

MJ grins. She takes her baseball cap off and puts it on his own head, backwards so she can have full access to his pretty face. Not to mention, she definitely has a kink for it that way. She rolls her hips down against his, pleased to feel him semi-hard already.

“Okay,” she agrees easily, using her grip on his neck to bring his lips down to hers once again.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of kissing Grayson; the man has the act down to a fine art. And as irritated as she had been with him only a few minutes ago, she now feels an overwhelming need to please him as much as he so often does her.

“Sit down,” she whispers directly in his ear, motioning behind her to indicate he should be the one reclining back.

She feels him shudder before obeying. He keeps her securely in his lap by wrapping her legs fully around his waist and stands with her still clinging to him. MJ bites her lip and marvels at the complete lack of effort the shift in position takes for him, and he sits them down where he can rest his back against the lounger.

MJ removes their sunglasses and places them on the ground. “That’s why I love your muscles,” she says, rubbing her covered center along his length and devouring the expression on his face as she does so. Her hands massage delicately across his shoulders and down his biceps as she rocks fluidly on top him. “Forget aesthetics. They’re just evidence that you’re so fucking strong. That you work so hard. That you try to be the best version of you every day.”

She suctions her mouth to the pulse point thumping wildly under his jaw and drags her nails down his pecs, threading her fingers through the patch of hair in the center that he’s allowing to grow. Grayson grabs her ass with one hand to encourage the rocking of her pelvis against his, and squeezes one of her breasts with the other.

“How am I supposed to follow that?” he asks breathlessly and with a huff of laughter, tugging her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

MJ moans softly at the sensation. “Do your best,” she replies with a grin, scraping her teeth along the spot on his jaw before trailing kisses down his throat now.

She feels his hard swallow as he thinks for a second. “Uh, every part of you is so beautiful, and your body is just a reflection of how amazing you are on the inside.”

Wow. MJ laughs incredulously and pulls back to look him in the eye, golden hazel meeting bright green. “I can’t believe you just came up with that romantic ass statement while I’m dry humping you. That’s pretty impressive.”

“I mean, it’s true. And I do aim to please,” he smirks, thrusting up into her.

MJ gasps. Her eyes darken and her tongue subconsciously trails across her lower lip as she stares at her boyfriend heatedly. She cups a tit with her left hand, circling her nipple with her thumb, and grips her fingers into the curls at the back of his neck with her other hand. “I would have been happy with ‘I love your tits because they're the best tits I’ve ever seen, held, or had in my mouth in my entire life.’ But I’ll take your version, too.”

Grayson smiles. “How about, I love you, MJ, every part of you — especially your tits.”

MJ bites back a sappy grin and swears she can feel her heart swelling for him in her chest. “I love you, too,” she sighs, and uses her grasp on his hair to drag him in for a deep kiss.

When she’s had her fill of his mouth, she scoots down his body, trailing her tongue down the indentation dividing his abs and nipping playfully at the taut skin right above the waistband of his trunks. Her mouth waters at the sight of the bulge beneath them, straining against the slick material. “Lift up,” she instructs as she tugs the drawstring and hooks her fingers in the fabric clinging to his hips.

Grayson moans and does as he’s told while MJ pulls his swimsuit down his inked legs until she has to stand up where he can kick them off his foot. She takes a moment to admire the masterpiece that is her boyfriend’s body and uses the advantage of already being stood up to shimmy her bikini bottoms off her hips. She lets them drop to the concrete at her feet before crawling back onto the lounger in-between his thighs.

She can’t resist drawing a ticklish trail down his Adonis belt with her long nails and watching his dick twitch at the playful touch. Grinning, she takes him in her hand and observes with amusement how her simple grasp is already affecting him, spreading the resulting dot of precum around the swollen head. Her palm is still slightly lubricated with the remnants of tanning oil, which creates the perfect amount of friction when she starts to stroke his length up and down slowly, adding a twist of her fist when she reaches the tip.

Grayson throws his head back and moans. MJ utilizes his position as an element of surprise to duck her head and lick a trail on the underside of his cock, base to tip, then wraps her lips around his head.

His chin drops to his chest and his hazy gaze is met with her mischievous one while she stares up at him through her lashes. “Holy fuck, MJ,” he moans, taking hold of her dark locks and fashioning a makeshift ponytail in his fist so he can see her better.

MJ smiles around his length, pulling up and holding the tip against her mouth, kissing it lasciviously. “You want me to suck it?” she asks sweetly.

Predictably, Grayson nods enthusiastically, tugging gently on her hair to guide her down his cock. MJ smirks and gathers saliva between her lips. She purses them slightly and drags the slick moisture all along his shaft, coating him until she decides he’s wet enough for her to take him in her throat. He’s the biggest she’s ever had and hasn’t mastered letting him fuck her face yet, but her lips encircle him and she slides him down into her throat as far as she can with relative ease. She hollows her cheeks as she pulled back up, over and over again.

“Oh my God,” he growls, his blunt nails digging into her scalp; MJ adores the sensation. “Just like that, baby.”

She grins and lets him slip out of her mouth with a light pop, stroking him with her small hand while laving his balls with her tongue. MJ always loves sucking Grayson’s dick, but she can’t believe how much doing it outside is making her even wetter than usual. There’s something incredibly hot about being under the cloudless sky, in the fresh air, and, yes, the danger of potentially getting caught.

With that thought fueling her, MJ’s fingers dip down to her pussy and she lets out a tiny whimper when her slim fingers light upon her swollen clit, more for his benefit than an actual reaction to her touch; she wants him to know how much she’s enjoying having him in her mouth. Something about the situation they’ve gotten themselves into out here is amplifying her desire in every way.

“Should I make you come now with my mouth?” she asks, dribbling more saliva on his dick and sucking him as far as she can a few times in quick succession, eyes trained on his, and she’s earned with wanton moans from Grayson’s plump lips. MJ lifts her head, her chest heaving, and gives him a devious smile as she raises the fingers that had been playing with herself to his mouth, continuing to stroke him steadily with her fist. “Or should I put you inside me, baby? Hmm? Should I put your big dick in my tight little pussy?”

Grayson lets out a guttural growl and sucks her proffered fingers into his warm mouth readily. Before she realizes what’s happening, Gray is reaching behind him to lay the chair flat again, and she practically topples over at the sudden movement.

“C’mere,” he instructs as he lies back, motioning for her to climb up his body. He takes the hat off and throws it across the yard when the bill impedes him from lying flat.

MJ pouts. Despite her teasing questions, she isn’t done sucking him off yet. And she really liked how that cap looked on him. “But—”

“MJ, sit on my fucking face now,” he demands, his voice deep and commanding; it makes her shiver and her head swim. His hazel eyes, which usually turn almost as green as hers in the sun, are now a deep chocolate brown behind the darkness of his pupils, dilated with pure desire.

Well, shit. She doesn’t need to be told twice; when Gray is in this mood, there’s no room for arguing, and she loves it. MJ bites her lip and crawls up his abdomen until her knees are resting above his shoulders and her shins lay alongside his chest in what little room is left on the lounger. He wastes no time in wrapping one arm around her thigh, the other reaching up for her breasts, and attaching his mouth to her throbbing center.

She cries out when his tongue drags through her slit and flicks against her clit a few times before thrusting inside her. One of her hands supports her weight on the top edge of the chair and the other cards roughly through his thick hair, tugging none-too-gently on his dark wavy mop.

Grayson moans and nuzzles his nose against her swollen flesh, grinning up at her and tweaking a nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “Did you get this wet just from sucking my dick, sweetheart?” MJ nods, the game of pretending he has no affect on her flying out the proverbial window. He lets out a little noise of affirmation. “I thought so. That’s why I love eating you out after you blow me; you’re always dripping for me.”

Without warning he sucks harshly on her clit and she shrieks, throwing her head back and moaning uncontrollably despite her best efforts. “Grayson!”

Grayson leaves the little bundle of nerves and dips his tongue down to her entrance once again as if to taste the fruits of his labor, groaning quietly. “So fucking sweet, baby. I love how you taste,” he says before repeating the actions over and over, driving her insane with the unrelenting pleasure of his simple motions.

She doesn’t know how she has the capacity to speak, but she manages to get her vocal cords and brain to coordinate. “I…fuck — I, I wanted to t-taste your cum, too,” she squeaks out, trying not to grind down on his face too hard. Not that he seems to mind.

His big hands restrain her hips anyways, long enough for him to speak. “I know you did,” he says with a smirk, and his voice vibrates sensually against her center. “You can do that next time, but right now you’re gonna come for me, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk. How’s that sound?”

God, the man knows how to use that mouth — in more ways than one. MJ can only moan and use her vice grip on his hair to tug him back to her pussy as confirmation that yes, that sounds fucking amazing.

All teasing pretenses are dropped as he goes straight for her clit and suckles her with purpose, that purpose being to get her to cum hard and fast. Sure enough, she feels the beginnings of her orgasm in her lower belly, driven by the sight of his eyes gazing adoringly up at her from between her legs.

It doesn’t take much longer once he adds both hands to her breasts, her moans reaching higher and higher pitches the closer she gets. “Ohmygod, yes!” she squeals, her knees squeezing instinctively around his head as he keeps up his ministrations, only gentler so she can ride out the high of her orgasm.

MJ’s moans turn to whimpers, and when she’s relatively back to earth she murmurs an apology as she slinks back down his body. Gray shakes his head in dismissal of her words and sits up, cupping her cheeks in his hands and kissing her deeply. She can taste herself on his mouth, and it gives her little aftershocks.

She settles over his lap and straddles his hips, grinding her dripping wet pussy against his rock hard dick because despite the amazing orgasm he had just given her, she was always ready to go for him; he makes her insatiable, sometimes.

“Fuck me,” she demands against his lips, lifting up so he can take hold of his dick and position himself where she only has to sit back and let him fill her up.

There isn’t much room on the lounger, but the way she’s forced to keep her legs close together just makes the fit extra tight and extra good. He lies on his back again, and MJ moans as she bounces on his cock with her hands planted on his broad chest for support while he grips her ass tightly.

Grayson for his part takes a moment to close his eyes so he can fully experience the warmth of the sun, the sweet wetness of her pussy, and the taste of her still on his lips all at once. He opens his eyes and is greeted by the sight of an angel leaning over him. The sun is right behind her head and creates a halo effect, making his heart skip a beat despite the fact that she’s doing all the work while he lies flat, spoiling him with her body like always.

MJ smiles down at him breathlessly and drags her manicured jet-black nails down his pec. He loves the pain of it, she found out early on in their relationship, and she’s more than happy to inflict it. It turns her on like crazy to watch his eyes roll back and his jaw to drop as he sucks in a harsh breath.

He can sense her tiring when she slows down and starts grinding on him, rubbing her clit into the groomed patch of hair at the base of his dick as she catches her breath and gives her quads a break. She moans and twitches when Grayson digs his thumbs in the sensitive creases of her hips as he sits up. He moves her legs to hook around his waist before wrapping his arms around her sweaty back.

“Hold on to me.”

MJ pants and clutches her arms around his neck, tightening her grip with her legs around his trim hips and digging her heels into his round ass. She buries her face in his shoulder as he stands both of them up. She doesn’t know what his plans are, but she hopes they aren’t going far; she needs him back inside her as soon as possible.

Her back hits the wall in the next moment and she revels in the firm, cool feel of the smooth siding against her skin that’s become heated from the sun and physical exertion. Grayson uses the leverage of the wall to keep her against the solid surface while he switches his hold on her so that her knees are now hooked over his elbows. Even in her somewhat delirious state, MJ can tell this will allow him to use the combined potential of his considerable physical strength and the support from the wall to fuck her senseless.

Their eyes connect as they both take a moment to gather themselves. Gray smiles at her sweetly and plants his palms against the wall as he dips his hips enough to thrust up into her.

MJ whimpers as he stretches her again, reveling in that sense of fullness and completion that she only experiences when he’s inside her. When he bottoms out, she cups his jaw and uses the strength in her core to raise herself up enough to connect their lips together. Her tongue instantly slips into his mouth and slides along his, tasting all of her that’s left in him, until she tucks her head in his neck to suck kisses up and down the thick column of his neck.

“Go, Gray, please.”

Grayson moans and lifts her up as he pulls back with his hips, only to let her sink back down on his dick while simultaneously thrusting up into her swollen pussy. As he continues and picks up the pace, the depth he reaches and the force behind their movements sends her reeling. Her nails dig harshly into the smooth ripples of his back as her eyes look almost unseeingly down over his shoulder at the wide expanse of flexing muscles. The newness of this angle makes her realize that this position is another first for the two of them. They’ve had sex standing up before, but never like this, where he’s almost completely supporting her and letting gravity do half the work for them.

The noises of their mixed moans and the sounds of their hips clashing fills the otherwise silent backyard. MJ leans back against the wall and grips his biceps, using her position to fully take in the power of his body. Every muscle bulges out with exertion, his jaw clenches in pleasure and concentration, his eyes flitting between her bouncing tits and her flushed face as he pants harshly.

Everything about her — mind, body and soul — is overwhelmed. She can’t help it; she’s so turned on by him, so in love with him, the words just pour out, even though she knows they won’t improve his stamina any.

“You’re so fucking strong, baby. I love how you can hold me up and fuck me like this with your big dick. You’re making me feel so good…” On one particularly sharp thrust, he hits the spot, and her eyes instantly roll back in her head while she lets out a purely reactionary shriek of pleasure. “Right there, Gray! Baby, holy shit…”

“Jesus, MJ, you’re so fucking hot,” Gray rasps out behind clenched teeth. From the animalistic noises he’s making and the unhinged expression on his beautiful face, she can tell he’s barely holding on anymore, but he’s getting her there so fast that she hopes he can last just that much longer.

With a surge of strength she didn’t know she had left in her, MJ leans up and wraps her arms around his neck, then hooks her legs over his ass for leverage so that his arms can hold her by the backs of her thighs. She starts thrusting herself and grinding down on his pubic bone, perfectly stimulating both her clit and that deep spot within her. Her body shatters a second later, her limbs quaking with the force of the waves coursing through her.

She knows that normally Grayson would let her ride it out at her own pace, even rub her clit slowly to get her through it, but he’s so riled up at this point that he simply slams her against the wall and pounds into her relentlessly. MJ’s mouth gapes open soundlessly as, to her complete amazement, she feels yet another orgasm right on the heels of the one that has just started abating.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants repeatedly, making direct eye contact with him. She knows what will trigger them both to fall over the edge. “You’re fucking me so good. I want you to come inside me, baby, please!”

A guttural groan rips from his throat, his thrusts falter, and his forehead drops to hers as she feels the first spurts of his cum shoot into her. This is all she needs for her own orgasm to tear through her, radiating warmth and electricity through her whole body with an indescribable intensity.

Masculine, relieved whines escape his open mouth, the sounds alone making her clench inadvertently around his throbbing length inside her. His lower lip is too enticing for her to resist, and she nips it teasingly before drawing him in for a slow, perfectly sloppy kiss. They’re both still distracted by the pleasure coursing through their connected bodies as he finishes inside her.

“Fuck, that was good,” he whispers after a minute of recovery, trailing his mouth down her jaw and nuzzling her neck sweetly. MJ smiles and hugs his sweaty head to her, kissing his temple in return. She’s about to suggest they go cuddle on the daybed under the shade of the awning, but she never gets the chance because…

“What the fuck, dude?!”

“Oh my God, you actual assholes! Gross!”

A scream catches in MJ’s throat as their heads whip to the sliding back door only a few feet away, and there they are; the E’s had apparently gotten home from the beach much earlier than she thought they would. Or maybe she and Gray have just been fucking for that long.

Once the scare of their sudden reappearance has worn off, she can’t stop a smirk from gracing her lips, though she does try to hide it in Gray’s neck in mock mortification. That’s not to say she’s not embarrassed, but what can she do?

“Well, don’t look!” Grayson cries, but she can hear the concealed laughter in his voice, just as her smile grows even wider against his sweaty skin.

“How about you don’t have sex outside against our house where we can look, you bitch ass!” Ethan screams at his brother. MJ peeks a glance at him and sees him standing there with the heels of both hands digging into his eyes, as if he is not only blocking out the image before him but trying to rub it from his memory, too. Evie is just running around the patio, laughing and yelling “No!” at the top of her lungs, which makes MJ giggle too despite her best efforts.

As humorous as this situation is and even though Grayson’s body is pressed against hers completely, it’s still pretty embarrassing considering she’s butt-ass naked with her boyfriend’s softening dick still inside her, in a backyard with two of her best friends right there to see. “I mean, we literally just finished if you want to walk away and let us clean up, then the whole yard is all yours.”

“MJ, can you not just clean up now?” Ethan insists irritatedly. “We’ve already got our shit ready to come lay out.”

She pulls her face out of his neck and looks at Grayson, biting her lip to fight the shit-eating grin threatening to break across her face; she can already picture his brother’s reaction to what she’s about to say. But what the fuck are he and Evie even still doing out here? Why are they not inside? They’re the ones making this weird.

“Well, we need to go grab my swimsuit bottoms, or otherwise there’ll be a, ah, mess, if you know what I mean. Also, I don't think I can walk.”

Just as she predicted, Ethan makes a dramatic retching sound and reaches his hand out for his girlfriend blindly. “Evelina, help me. Let’s go bleach our eyes out before I throw up from these mental images.”

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hozier-mp3 · 4 years

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A few random things I’ve forgotten to mention about My Sanctuary.

The room number 983, is there a significance to that? Because 67 is obviously a baby callback, so I was curious about this number too.

And I forgot this in my AO3 comment, but, the robe!! *chef’s kiss* I see what you did there and you are so valid.

Lastly, LPD? Is that Lawrence?

Okay! So! I’m going to answer this one because it’s the one I can post, and also because it’s the first one. But know, I shall answer your other ask as soon as possible.

I am utterly delighted at your interest, and I’m happy to hear from you, Love.

So, 983. Before you sent this ask, I had completely forgotten. I had to look it up just to be sure lol. But Sammy, our baby, he was born in 1983. So, Room Number 983 is numbered after the last three numbers in Sam’s birth year! Because that’s all I could think of!

Lol yeah, the robe. The “I miss him” robe. The sad Victorian girl winter robe. I could see it in my head as I wrote it and it made me happy. (If you’d like, you can send me a separate ask about the significance about this and I can answer it privately, because as you know, I do all this utter bullshit on purpose)

Yes, LPD is meant to be Lawrence! That’s where they live in this! Now, I know you live there, so correct me if I’m wrong about anything lol. I might be on their radius now, after looking up blueprints and layouts of the Lawrence police stations lmao. Whoops.

Anyways, yeah! That’s... that’s it. Thank you for the ask, Love. I promise I’ll try to get to your other ask as soon as possible, but for now, thank you for that one too. ❤️❤️❤️

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impliedscamp · 4 years

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Cup may I cut out the middle man of tumblr and just follow you on spotify ? It's ok if the answer is no. Hope you're doing well 💞

course you can! never managed to separate my facebook from my spotify and at this point i cant be bothered anymore lol hope you enjoy my brainworms <3

eta: whoops meant to answer this privately but heh everyone is welcome to my spotify

#cup replies #froggurt

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woulddieforperrytheplatypus · 4 years

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tag ten friends game!

I was tagged by my buddy @monotremeinafedora!

I don’t want to bore you all with my life story (or like 10 questions but whatever) so I’m gonna put a cut down here

Name: Katie! but tbh people call me Kitty on so many social media sites that if I saw my real name online I wouldn’t even process that it was directed at me

Gender: female

Star Sign: I’m vaguely aware that I’m a taurus but every time I see someone talking about astrology it gets super complicated and it scares me

Height: 5'4″

Sexuality: aro/ace

Hogwarts house: oof I read those books in third grade and I didn’t exactly spend much time taking internet quizzes in 2010 so I have absolutely no idea but I like the idea of Hufflepuff cuz they remind me of the Amity faction from Divergent (granted I wouldn’t last a day in the Amity faction but that’s not important)

Fav animal: imagine being able to pick a favorite animal lmao couldn’t be

Dogs or cats: the question above I didn’t answer bc I’m indecisive but this one I can’t answer because I have a cat and two dogs and how can I choose a favorite? Like my 8-year-old dog is so sweet and cute and she likes going on walks for at least an hour with me and I love her but my 8-month-old dog is a piece of shit who tears people apart but she’s also really cute and she can be really fun when she’s not giving you really bad bruises bc you made the mistake of trying to play frisbee with her and now you have to walk around looking like someone dropped a fridge on your arms for two weeks but then what about cats right like my cat was like 12 or 13 when I got him last year and he’s an old man and he just curls up on my bed all day and sleeps on my Supernatural blanket and then I go to bed and he sleeps on my sweatshirt on the floor until like 8 am when he decides it’s a good time to crawl on my bed and tap me in the face until I wake up and ahhhhhh I just love themmmmm

Hour of sleep: I spend at least 12 hours lying in bed with the lights out and my phone away every night but how much of that is sleep and how much is eternally cringing at my horrible life decisions is unknown

Blankets: I. LOVE. BLANKETS. I have to move my stuff into college on Monday and I had an existential crisis trying to figure out what to do with my blankets like my mom got me a super soft, super warm cat blanket for Christmas specifically for school so that’s gonna come and I wanna bring my Supernatural blanket bc that’s good for a warmer night and I wanna bring my Frozen blanket because it’s so warm and fuzzy and I wanna bring my snowman blanket I got as a Christmas gift from dance last year bc it’s so cozy and I wanna bring my super soft blanket I got from work for Black Friday last year bc it’s super soft but I wanna bring the yeti blanket with the hood and buttons and mittens built in which I got from work the Black Friday before that one because duh who wouldn’t want to bring that and I wanna bring all my blankets right except I also have two weeks at home after I move my stuff in and I won’t have space to bring more blankets when I move in on the 31st bc half my duffel bag is going to be my giant stuffed Perry the Platypus I got from a friend a few months ago so I’m leaving my snowman one on the couch downstairs and my work one on my bed and my yeti’s gonna hang out by the closet with my similar Olaf blanket (that’s meant for little kids and does not fit which I didn’t know when I bought but but at least I worked at Target at the time so I got an employee discount?) probably until I come home for Thanksgiving and I’ll take my yeti blanket back with me then and wow this was a really long answer but in my defense it was a very open-ended question

Dream Job: I’m going to school for nursing, so that!

When and Why I’m here: uhhh idk what exactly it means by “when” bc I made my main blog @kittyhazelnut and my Supernatural blog @gabrielsbackbitches in like 2017ish (or whenever it was my fav character came back just to die again a month later) but this blog i made in May (idk the date but it was whenever I posted my pinned) so take your pick for that one. Why I’m here? I was talking too much about Phineas and Ferb on my main and I decided to make a side blog for it with no intention of it getting big (I mean my marvel blog @marvelbutmostlyloki has been around for a year or two and it has, like, 10 followers so clearly side blogs don’t always work out in my favor) and then I posted that screenshot of Vincent tweeting about Perry the Platypus statues replacing Confederate statues and people decided to follow me and now I exist purely to promote the new Phineas and Ferb movie to casual Phineas and Ferb fans (no jk I do love promoting the movie to casual fans but I do most of that on Twitter. I found a whole bunch of fun people in the Dwampyverse fandom and it’s like our own little private party in a dark corner of tumblr and it’s honestly the most fun I’ve ever had in a fandom, and that’s coming from someone who’s been in the Supernatural fandom for five years)

Reason for URL: I use the phrase “I would die for _______” way too much in my everyday life and I couldn’t think of a witty URL so I went with that lmao

Current time: 8:55 pm and I should probably stop staring at a screen in the middle of a dark room at 9 o’clock at night if I’m planning on being up and out of the house with a full face of stage makeup on in under 12 1/2 hours for my dance comp whoops

And now, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for... TAGS! It said to tag 10 people and a lot of my peeps were tagged in Grayson’s post so I don’t think (?) I’m retagging anyone? I’m only tagging PnF people because I genuinely have no idea which of my IRLs and online friends from non-PnF-related-things would recognize this as my account lol. also half of these people are in the Perryshmirz discord bc that’s where my people live lmao

@myperryshmirtzblog @mushipper713 @necroticcoffee @grayblebayble @eathotchip-and-bi @sorryformybadenglish @ill-change-my-name-to-larry @momphineasandferbmadeablog @fcrbfletcher

Obviously y’all don’t have to do it if you don’t want to :) and if you didn’t see your URL but you want to do it anyway, go for it! You can even say I tagged you and no one has to know! in fact, wait a second...

@you

Look, you’re tagged! You should do it too!

#not pnf #not phineas and ferb #my post #wdfptp talk

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theozzicorn · 7 years

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I love them. There's actually a petstore close by that gets babies on occasion.

aaaaAAAAHHH that’s amazing. *whispers* have you ever gotten to pet one?

#i meant to answer this privately lol whoops #i was too wrapped up in questioning whether or not 'gotten' was actually a word

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Forty-Six: It’s All a Sham ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

He’s never wanted to do anything like this. But damn it, he’s getting fed up, and after thinking the subject around and around in circles in his head, Sasuke can only come up with one solution.

If he wants to get all these girls off his back, stalking him and annoying him, he’s got to get himself a girlfriend.

Only one problem...he doesn’t want a girlfriend. And he has no idea who he’d even ask to fill that role (falsely, of course) who wouldn’t simultaneously drive him crazy because they’re one of the very girls he’s trying to avoid!

And he doesn’t dare ask anyone for help - his brother would call the move shallow, and Naruto would never let it go. He just needs...a stand in! Someone he can point to as an excuse to avoid the crowds of girls (and admittedly some guys) that are clamoring to date him. Can’t date someone if he’s already taken, right?

...well, at least by his own personal preference.

He doesn’t judge. One girl would just be...enough. More than enough, really. Too much.

But what else can he do?

And that’s only the first part of his dilemma. The second question is whether or not he should just...fess up to it to start with. Cuz yeah, leading a girl on and not telling her the actual reason they’re ‘dating’ just feels...crummy. But could he actually get someone to agree to that…? Cuz...it’d be fake. All a sham. A little act to grant him some peace of mind. Would someone really want to go to that length for him? What if they decided they wanted to date someone else?

Ugh...so complicated...but you wouldn’t think it would be, right?

Sitting in his room, Sasuke reclines in his desk chair, leafing slowly through his yearbook. He’s a senior, now. Kind of...hard to believe. But with everything he’s going to have going on, he just...wants a little peace. Not have to worry about all these people who can’t take no for an answer.

So, he’s looking over his choices.

He’d prefer someone in his own year. So that nixes three-quarters of the school’s population right off the bat, which...isn’t all that large to begin with. He’s got two hundred people in his year. About half of that are girls, which...are the only people he’d consider doing this with. He’s already had to suffer through the mental imagery of what Naruto would pull if he broke down and asked his best friend to fake with him.

Eugh.

Besides, he actually does like girls, just...none of the ones that are constantly throwing themselves at him. While there’s nothing wrong with liking guys, he just...doesn’t.

Skimming over another page, he can place most of these faces...simply because they pester him so darn much. Grimacing at most of them, he’s almost starting to wonder if there’s anyone he can try this with.

...and then he sees her.

Hinata. A little on the short side, a little on the curvy side. Neither of which bother him. Long dark hair, pale eyes, rounded cheeks.

Huh...she’s kinda cute.

And also...a problem.

See, he happens to know she’d be one of the few - if not the only - girls that aren’t the sort to bother him. But...the reason he knows that is because she’s been crushing on Naruto hard since they were kids.

Which means...she’d probably never go for it. Not if it meant lowering her chances of being with Naruto.

Even if...Naruto is already (and has been for a long, long time) fixated on Sakura.

Who...happens to be very much infatuated with Sasuke.

And Sasuke wants nothing to do with her.

It’s so stupidly complicated.

Sasuke sighs, fiddling with the edge of the page. Could he...spin it somehow? Maybe...tell her she’d make Naruto want her more by making him...jealous? Only problem is...that’s a lie. Naruto has no intention of being with anyone but Sakura. He probably wouldn’t even notice if Hinata dated someone else. The only reason he would in this case is because it would be Sasuke, his best friend, dating her.

And he doesn’t want to lie to her. She’s too nice for that. Already he’s pretty much made up his mind that he doesn’t want to have the fake pretense of actually asking anyone out. They have to be privy to it, too. Especially someone like Hinata.

But how to get her to agree…?

At least he can also be pretty sure that - if she does say no - she probably won’t tell anyone about his little scheme, and thus spoiling the effort completely. He...sort of knows her. At least generally enough. And he doubts she’s the sort to be that mean. Maybe she’s just nice enough to take pity on him and agree?

...only one way to find out.

The coming school day, he casually tries to seek her out. But how to get her alone to ask...he doesn’t want to be overheard, after all. And surely anyone looking on would assume what he’s doing, given he’d be trying to talk to her privately. Sure, that’d work in his favor...if she agreed. And he can’t know if she will. He has a few classes with her, but those are neither private, nor the right time.

After school seems to be his best shot.

Sasuke bobs and weaves through the crowds, struggling to get to his locker and prepare to leave before she does. Slinging his bag over a shoulder, he stands on his toes to try and spot her.

There!

Sneaking his way forward, he manages to break the gap as she says goodbye to a few guys he vaguely knows. Oh...she’s not dating one of them, is she? Uh -

“...Sasuke?”

Well, crap. No backing out now.

Blinking, it takes him a moment to respond. “...Hinata.”

Her brow wilts a hair, looking a bit...confused as to why he’s here. It’s not like they really chat much idly unless they happen to be in the same group. “Do you...do you need something?”

Another pause. “Uh...kinda, yeah. Look, can I...talk to you?”

“...we are talking.”

“I mean somewhere more, uh...private.”

...now she looks very confused. “Um...sure?”

They slip into a nearby classroom, thankfully vacant of both students and staff. “Look, uh…” Maybe he should have practiced this first… “I’ve been having some...problems.”

“...okay…?”

A hand runs back through his hair. This isn’t at all what he’s really trying to say. “...you know Sakura?”

“Yes.”

“You know how she’s sorta, uh...into me?”

That earns a small laugh...which she quickly cuts off, going pink. “I-I’m sorry -”

“It’s fine. Uh...you see, she just...she won’t leave me alone! And she’s not the only one! I’ve got all these...people coming up to me, trying to...to get me to date them!”

Torn between guilty amusement and clear confusion, Hinata waits for more explanation.

“So...I thought that a way to maybe, uh...get them off my back would be to, uh...to…” This is so going to sound weird. “...pretend to date someone else.”

A blink. Then her expression slowly shifts to surprise. “...you...you mean me?”

“I know how this sounds, and - it’s not that I don’t like you! Actually, you’re a really nice person. And that’s sort of why I’m asking, cuz...well, most people I know wouldn’t be. Not saying that I, uh...that I don’t think you’d make someone a good girlfriend, I just -”

“Sasuke.” Hinata cuts him off gently, and then can’t help another small laugh. “...I think I understand.”

“...you do?”

“You just...need someone to pose as a girlfriend so you can turn them all down gently...right?”

“...something like that.”

Hinata seems to consider that.

“You aren’t, uh...seeing someone already, are you?”

“Me? Oh, n-no. No, I…” She wilts. “...I think you and I b-both know how that’s going…”

Well, that answers his earlier question. “...sorry.”

“Don’t be…” Hinata heaves a gentle sigh. “There’s only so much one can k-kid themselves...right?”

He’s...not sure how to answer that.

“...all right. I’ll do it.”

“You...you will?”

“I don’t see the h-harm. It’s not like I have anything to lose,” she giggles softly. “We could just...do things as friends. And...have people think otherwise. You know, like...see a movie every so often. Get lunch. Friends can do that! Everyone else will just assume it’s...something else.”

Friends...he wasn’t aware she considered him a friend. “Yeah, that’s...that’s exactly what I was going for.” Sasuke can’t help a relieved grin. “Okay...cool. Thank you, Hinata. Hopefully it’ll get people to just...give me a little space. I’ve got too much else to worry about senior year to want to deal with that.”

She gives him a sympathetic smile. “Yeah...I understand. So, um...how should we...spread the word?”

“I’ll let it slip to Naruto tomorrow. With him on it, I’m sure the whole school will know by lunch. Then we’ll just...start the little charade.”

Another laugh. “You know...this actually sounds a little...exciting! Like we’re spies, playing a role to blend in and complete our mission!”

Sasuke can’t help a snort. “Yeah, something like that.”

...that was actually really cute.

“A-anyway, I...I hate to just run, but I have volleyball practice…”

“Oh, no problem! I better get home and get homework done, anyway.”

“Okay!”

“Thanks again, Hinata. Seriously...you’re a lifesaver.”

“No problem! See you tomorrow...boyfriend,” she giggles, letting him open the classroom door and heading down the hall toward the locker rooms.

He watches her go, taking a long moment to realize he’s grinning. Another moment to...realize why.

...oh no. No, no. This is an act. A joke.

He is not going to end up liking her!

Teehee :3c This is a fun concept I hinted at in...another piece I couldn't find, whoops. This one isn't related to it, but I've wanted to do this lil trope ever since! Hopefully another prompt will let me give it a part two, cuz...that's when it'll get good! But for today I just had time to sort of...intro the idea. The lovely limits of writing things daily, lol Anywho, it's late, I'ma go sleep! Thanks for reading~

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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taylovelinus · 2 years

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the color swatch on your blog makes the text kinda hard to read

thanks! i’ve been wanting to change it for a while so i’ll probably mess around with it lol

edit: i meant to answer this privately whoops sorry

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jeroidk · 3 years

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LOL, hi. So, my blog actually broke and nothing would show up in tags, so I posted that tokyo revengers analysis two weeks ago in vain, and I thought I deleted it, whoops guess not.

And like. This is the final draft, which I don't want to be like 'hey read this instead', because I KNOW it's emotionally heavy and a LOT and I think 15-20 pages longer, but if you want to read the one I meant to publish it's this: https://hemorrhagia.tumblr.com/post/676913977749618688/on-mikeys-dark-impulses-241-and-shinichiro

This is so embarrassing to ask, but would you mind deleting or privating the reblog? It just wasn't finished (or well, it doesn't feel finished now that I added so much more to it anyway), and I thought I deleted it ^_^'

(and sorry, I didn't read what you wrote underneath yet, I panicked and started typing this aaahhh I'll go read it now though)

Hi♡ i already deleted the reblog, don't worry♡, i happened to find it going through the "haruchiyo" tag and i found it really really interesting, i also read the finished post and damn, thanks for writing such a great analysis, i really enjoyed reading it (twice, lol)

I can already see this theory/analysis living rent free in my mind until Wakui gives us some fricking answers 😫

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ruler-of-the-blrds · 6 years

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1. Does your character have good aim? Melissa- Not really Alana- Yes Serenity- No Tempest- Yes Laura/Siren- No Meringue- She cheats with psychic Chrys- Kinda? Mimi- Yes Amari- nah 2. What would history remember your character for? Melissa- furry Alana/Tempest- thief Serenity and Meringue- Fashion Chrys- adventurer Laura- idfk partying? Mimi- trying her best Amari- proving aliens are real 3. Does your character prefer to work in silence or with noise and of what kind? Silence- Melissa; Tempest; Mimi; Alana; Serenity Music- Amari; Laura; Meringue; Siren; Chrys 4. Has your character ever been handcuffed or tied up? UHHHHHHHHHH Melissa has. I’m only answering this for her. 5. Can your character cook? Melissa can and that’s it 6. Who did your character look up to as a child? Melissa- herself? Laura- all her rad friends from cool places Mimi- her big bro Amari- lizard people guy 7. Do any of your characters have depression? Mimi does 8. Who has the worst luck? Mimi for sure 9. Could your character win an arm wrestling competition? How well would they do? no one of them could. well maybe tempest. 10. Would your character give up the chance to come back to life as a god so that someone else could be saved? Melissa and Co. - No Laura and Co. - Hard yes Mimi- Yes Amari- Ha no

11. What is your character’s favorite historical or fairy tale figure? pass 12. Would your character marry someone their family didn’t approve of? All yes- except maybe mimi if her parents had a valid point 13. Do/Did any of your characters have large ears they had to grow into as a kid? no 14. Are any of your characters nonverbal? no 15. Did your character ever want to be a cowboy? Amari and Melissa 16. How does the way your character present themselves in public differ from how they are in private? Melissa- is much more reserved in public Mimi- in private mimi is much sadder- she doesn’t show her real emotions in public Amari and Laura are the same in public/private 17. How petty is your character? Melissa-very Mimi- not at all Laura- not really Amari- Very 18. Is your character pro or anti union? pass 19. Does your character like carrots? Melissa/Amari- no Mimi/Laura- yes 20. How self-confident is your characters? Melissa- very Amari- very Mimi- not at all Laura- pretty good

21. Do any of your characters have heterochromia? nope 22. Do any of your characters have someone named after them? Or are they named after someone else? Mimi is named after Mimi from digimon and Gundam Tanaka lol 23. Do any of your characters have facial markings? Siren and Amari have freckles 24. What is your character’s opinions on squirrels? Melissa- whatever Laura- they’re perfect Mimi- loves them Amari- they’re spies 25. Does your character experience sexism for the job/title they hold? (ie: she’s a girl, she can’t be x,y,z because only boys can be) Mimi and Amari don’t have jobs so- but who knows with Amari in the future cause they wanna be an astronaut Melissa has to deal with drunk dudes hitting on her bc of her job Laura’s good

26. Are any of your characters missing fingers? no 27. Does your character know how to tie different kinds of knots? none of them really know anything thats not basic 28. How much does your character giggle? Melissa- not often Laura- a lot Mimi- a lot in public Amari- sometimes 29. Are any of your characters nameless? (In that there is no legal record of them existing, they just don’t have names in canon, or history remembers them but not their name?) nope 30. How independent was your character as a teen? Melissa- very Mimi- still a teen and no Amari- still a teen and yes Laura- kinda

31. How much does your character care about their appearance? Melissa- very Mimi- social appearance only? like what others think of her Amari- they have to stand out Laura- not at all 32. Do you have any characters who are twins? Naomi but she’s dead 33. Does your character like math? How good are they at it? Only Amari and they’re good at it 34. Do any of your characters collect sea-shells or wear shell jewelry? Mimi does 35. Naptime, yes or no? Melissa/Alana- Yes Tempest/Serenity- No Laura/Siren/Meringue- Yes Chrys- no Mimi- yes please Amari- nah 36. Would your character prefer to sit around and chill or be up and moving and doing something? Chill- Laura, Siren, Serenity, Melissa Doing something- Alana, Tempest, Meringue, Chrys, Mimi, Amari 37. Did any of your characters have a fever they almost died from as a child? Nope~ 38. Does your character worry about breaking the rules and getting in trouble? Melissa- worries about getting in trouble but it doesn’t stop her Mimi- yes very Laura- not really, but she doesn’t do much Amari- nah son 39. Do any of your characters have the responsibilities of an adult despite being a child, or did they when they were? Amari and Mimi are magical kids that have to fight often so- 40. If a loved one died, how long would they stay in mourning? Mimi- uh a very long time. Melissa- a few weeks Laura- a month? Amari- a few weeks

41. Do other people around your character dictate their life or do they get to choose for themselves? Melissa- herself Mimi- around her Laura- herself Amari- themself 42. Did/do any of your characters have an arranged marriage? Quentin~ but he doesn’t exist yet~ 43. Do you have any widows/widower characters? nope 44. Are any of your characters overshadowed by other siblings? Or have parents who clearly have a favorite? Naomi but again she dead 45. Would your character kill someone to get what they want? Nope 46. Does your character prefer to lead or follow? Mimi- follow Amari- lead Melissa- lead Laura- follow [Skip cause answered]

52. Would your character prefer to have history know the truth or have many different versions of their life? Mimi- truth Amari- truth Melissa- different versions Laura- truth 53. What if the furthest your character has ever walked in a given stretch of time? pass 54. Would your character prefer to visit a new city or stay at home? Mimi- home Amari- new city Melisa- home Laura- new city 55. Do you have any characters who despite trying their best ended up being horrible parents? Nope 56. Do any of your characters have step-family? nope 57. Do any of your characters consistently wear hats? nope 58. Does your character prefer the ocean or the mountains? Melissa- ocean Laura- ocean Mimi- ocean Amari- mountains 59. What kinds of things does your character use as paperweights? whatevers around 60. If faced with certain death, would your character continue to speak out against injustice? Mimi- yes Melissa- no Amari- yes Laura- nah

61. Have any of your characters struggled with addiction? Melissa with cigarettes and alcohol but she’s getting better~ 62. Have any of your characters adopted anyone? Nope 63. How far would your character go to help those in need? Mimi- even if it means her dying Amari- as much as is convenient for them Melissa- never Laura- as much as isn’t a hassle 64. Do your characters know any old blind swordsmen per the trope? no 65. Is your characters energetic? Amari and Laura 66. How much of a disappointment/scandal to their family is your character? Melissa- very much. her family has disowned her Mimi- not at all Amari- not at all Laura- not at all 67. Would your character be willing to do something they consider morally wrong in order to achieve their goals? Melissa- maybe Mimi- never Amari- no probably not Laura- nah 68. Are any of your characters intimidatingly beautiful? Tempest 69. Has your character ever found themselves in with the wrong crowd and had to attempt to break from it? Melissa will~ 70. Does your character have any guarded/secret guild knowledge or family recipe? nope

71. How good is your character at reading people and navigating social situations? Melissa and Mimi are very good at it Laura is okay Amari is horrible at it 72. Would your character care for someone who needed it if it meant being ostracized from their society? Mimi- would in a heartbeat Melissa- nah Laura- nah Amari- nope~ 73. Has your character been to/ ever explored any ruins? Nope but Amari wants to 74. Are any of your characters associated with flowers? Mimi- roses Alana- nightshade 75: Do any of your characters wear glasses, sunglasses, goggles, or monocles? Alana- goggles Tempest- visor thing Melissa- glasses 76: Would your character like to live on a farm and raise sheep? Mimi might 77. Have any of your characters had to kill a friend? Mimi had to kill Naomi~ whoops 78. Have any of your characters been exiled from their society? nope 79. What is a humanizing thing about a villain/antagonist/generally horrible person character that you have? Tempest- she has some morals??? Quentin- his dad died 80. Was your character ever considered shy? nope

81. Does your character look like what others think they should from their reputation? what i don’t understand this one tbh 82. Describe your character’s handwriting. Melissa- neat Mimi- kiddish Amari- messy as hell (no fingers) Laura- sloppy but readable 83. Did/do any of your characters start a dynasty? nope 84. Do any of your characters have gaps in their teeth or are missing teeth? nah 85. Has your character ever been led down the wrong path because of their anger? Melissa 86. Is your character’s fear reaction to fight, flight, or freeze? Melissa/Serenity- flight Alana- Freeze then flight Tempest- fight Laura/Siren/Meringue/Chrys- fight Mimi- flight Amari- flight 87. What are your character’s nails like? Melissa- painted purple Laura- they cut- i guess Mimi- this girl got blue claws Amari- no fingers 88. Are any of your characters part of a spy network? nope 89. Would your character throw themselves in harms way to protect a loved one? Only Mimi 90. Can your character start a campfire? Melissa and Laura can. Amari might

91. Does your character engage in gossip? Melissa does 92. Have any of your characters started and/or led a revolution? lol Amari would 93. Do you have any characters that are stuffed animals? Or characters who have them? Crow is a stuffed animal~ Mimi has a lot tho 94. Are any of your characters mechanics? nope 95. If given total rule over a country, would your character step aside to turn it into a democracy? Mimi- yes Amari- nah Melissa- yes only cause that sounds like too much work Laura- yea 96. Which character is The Proudest ™ of their kids? none have kids 97. Do any of your characters have a tendency to dislocate joints? honestly chrys 98. Has your character ever had to question their beliefs and realized they were wrong? Melissa will //shot 99. Do any of your characters have social anxiety? Mimi kinda does 100. Are any of your characters queer? Mimi- lesbian Melissa/Alana/Tempest/Serenity- bi Laura/Siren/Meringue/Chrys- pan Amari- non-binary asexual lesbian

101. Which character is The Most dramatic? Meringue 102. Are any of your characters d/Deaf or HoH? nope 102. What is your character’s greatest source of guilt? Mimi- killing Naomi Melissa- future thing- Amari- not being able to get their evidence on their own Laura- idfk 103. How well does your character deal with their anger? Melissa- passive aggressive af Mimi- bury that shit Amari- ranting Laura- lol just laugh it off 104. Do any of your characters have pottery as a hobby? nope 105. Favorite winter activity? pass 106. Do any of your characters have noticeable acne? not anymore 107. Do any of your characters feel confined by their lives and the expectations placed upon them? Melissa did 108. Are any of your characters dogs? nope 109. Would your character blackmail a god? Melissa would 110. What color is associated with your character? Melissa- purple/red Laura- light orange Mimi- green Amari- Red/Pink/Glowing Green

111. Do any of your characters have dogs for pets? Naomi did- now Mimi owns Naomi’s dog 112. Does your character believe in wishing fountains and shooting stars? Mimi does and so does Amari 113. Would your character commit treason if the law was wrong? Melissa- if she didn’t think she’d get caught Amari- yeah Mimi- maybe Laura- nah 114. Do any of your characters insist on going by their fullname rather than a nickname? Melissa 115. Do any of your characters have an honorary father figure? nope 116. Have any of your characters (almost) drowned? Amari kinda 117. Could your character build a house or possess the knowledge to build one? nope 118. Have any of your characters come from a position of privilege that they’ve never had to examine? uh idk 119. If someone made a statue of your character, what would it look like? Them?? I dunno 120. Do any of your characters have PTSD? not now

121. Do any of your characters have prosthetics? nope 122. What is your character’s greatest secret? Mimi- she blames herself for Naomi’s death Amari- doesn’t keep secrets~ Melissa- she’s a thief Laura- eh 123. Did any of you characters have nannies or governesses growing up? Quentin did 124. Does your character workout? Laura swims. She’s the only one 125. Who is your token cis, straight, (optional: white) male? Quentin 126. Are any of your characters on good terms/still friends with an ex? Melissa will be 127. Has anyone ever stolen your character’s identity or impersonated them? nope 128. Has your character’s home ever been destroyed? nope 129. Has your character ever had to compromise on what they thought was right in order to maintain peace? Mimi has~ 130. Do you have any characters who are retired? nope

131. Who is redhaired and has a mustache? nope 132. Who is the precious cinnamon roll? Mimi 133. Have any of your characters ever been caught in a fire or explosion? Not really 134. Has your character ever been alone in a hostile environment and been forced to travel a long way to reach a safety that wasn’t for sure? Nope 135. Would your character be content to go back to a normal and quiet life after going on an adventure? Not laura and amari 136. Has your character ever been forced to deal with the ‘I want to speak to your manager” kind of person? Melissa has 137. Are any of your characters bipolar? nope 138. How good is your character with money and accounting? Melissa is surprisingly good 139. Has your character ever survived a fatal wound? nope 140. Can your character play an instruments? Melissa can play the piano but she doesn’t like to

141. Who has a weapon collection? Uh do magical weapons count? Cause Mimi and Amari 142. Do any of your characters use wheelchairs, transportation devices, or mobility aids? nope 143. Has your character ever had some part of their culture made illegal? nope 144. Are any of your characters adventurers by trade? nope 145. How much first aid and medical knowledge does your character have? Amari has a lot 146. Were any of your characters disowned or abandoned by their parents? Melissa was~ 147. Do any of your characters have albinism? nope 148. Do any of your characters have an eating disorder or food contamination phobia? nope 149: How good is your character at lying? Melissa is great Amari is horrible Laura is okay Mimi’s getting better at it 150. Do any of your characters have to deal with family being concerned more about appearances and reputation than personal wellbeing? Melissa did so did Quentin

151. Would your character ever go cliff diving? Laura and Amari would 152: Do you have any characters with the jr. sr. I II or III thing? Nope 153: Do any of your characters embody the spirit of a flapper? (Bonus points for style and or lifestyle) I dunno melissa maybe 154: How much does your character care about other people respecting their authority? melissa- very much laura- not much mimi- not much Amari- a lot 155: Does your character cut and/or color their hair for any specific reason? Amari dyes their hair bc they think it’s cute Melissa dyes her hair bc she likes the way she looks with it 156: Were/Are any of your characters under less pressure and fewer expectations than their siblings? Nope 157: Do any of your characters live on their own? Laura does~ 158: Have any of your characters even been bit by a zombie or rabid animal or otherwise exposed to a deadly pathogen? (Did any of them survive?) Nope 159: Does your character have any tattoos? And are any of them symbolic or significant? Melissa has 3 tattoos. None are super symbolic “I just think they’re neat” 160: Do any of your characters have asthma? nope

161: Your character’s opinion of pineapple? pass 162: Has your character ever thrown a tantrum over things not going their way? Meissa as a kid Amari sure 163: Are any of your characters autistic? (If so, do they have special interests and what are they?) no 164: Are any of your characters tinkerers or inventors? nope 165: Who is a “girls just wanna have fun” character? Chrys 166: Are any of your characters blind or visually impaired? Mimi was blind 167: Are any of your characters fat? //dabs future character 168: Is your characters easily embarrassed? Mimi is so is Melissa 169: Are any of your characters married to the sea? Nope 170: Are any of your characters infamous? Not really

171: Are any of your characters hallmark villains in terms of personality? Kinda Melissa 172: Do any of your characters hold a grudge against someone? Melissa does so does Amari 173: How loyal is your character? Mimi- deathly Amari- not really Melissa- nope Laura- kinda 174: Does your character get homesick? Mimi- YES Amari- not really Melissa- not at all Laura- nah

175: Are any of your characters badass (lesbian) pirate queens? Sadly no

#long post #im bored

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Jonsa Summer Challenge: Day 1 - Food and Drink or Travel Submitted by: @lathwell55

(FYI - you prob already know this but just in case - a Stag is the same as a Bachelor Party and in Britain we call Jello Jelly)

Ros: My chaperone bailed.

Jon: Chaperone? lol have we been catapulted back to the Victorian era?

Ros: No SMART ASS - if my girl doesn’t have a chaperone, I might need to cancel your booking for tonight.

Jon: What? Don’t do this to me Ros! It’s Pyp’s stag night!

Ros: I know! I know! But my girls have to have someone there in case you lot get too ‘handsy’. I’m not putting any girls on my books in danger just so you and your mates get to see some tits. It’s our policy for private bookings Jon, I’m sorry.

Jon: They’re good guys - she won’t be in any danger - God Ros! What kind of animals do you take us for?

Ros: All men are animals. Especially when fuelled with drink and with a naked girl in front of them. I’m not comfortable sending her to you on her own Jon - she needs a guy there to make sure she’s safe.

Jon: Ok, ok point taken. I’m pretty certain I could keep them in check. Can I be that guy? I’ll keep any of them from getting handsy. They’ll listen to me.

Ros: I’ll ask my girl if she’s happy with that and let you know.

Jon: Ok, thanks Ros.

Ros: If this ends badly I’ll be wearing your balls as ugly earrings.

Jon sniggered at her last text message and hoped that Ros would come through for him. Trying to organise this stag party had been one pitfall after another what with their preferred bar being shut down and the paint-balling company claiming no evidence of his booking.

“Everything alright?” Grenn asked with a mouthful of curry. They’d decided on a local Indian restaurant for their pre-drinks meal.

“Yeah…yeah….it’s just-”

“Lemme try a bit of yours” Grenn interrupts with a mumble as he’s trying to dip his naan bread into Jon’s lamb bhuna. Jon grunts disapprovingly and practically forms a shield with his arm to protect his plate.

“You know my policy - I don’t share my food.”

Grenn shrugs and rolls his eyes “Your friend better come up trumps with the stripper mate, Pyp deserves a good eyeful” he grins around his mouthful. Jon nods with a forced smile before nervously raking a hand through his hair.

Jon had met Ros at an evening Business and Accounting course that he’d taken a few years ago to help with his web developement venture with Sam. He hadn’t known at the time that Ros was there to brush up on her accountancy skills in order to keep a firm hold on her escort and exotic dancer agency’s finances.

So, when Pyp had asked him to be best man at his wedding (and knowing that the lads would expect a stripper) he’d turned to her to help him out with the stag night. He was only just now beginning to regret that decision as his leg bounced up and down nervously awaiting a text from Ros. The day had been disappointing so far and he was already mentally trying to recall where the nearest strip club was as his back-up plan when his phone buzzed.

Ros: Alright - I found a girl on my books who is willing to do the job with you as her chaperone. I’m warning you Snow, if she comes back to me unhappy, it won’t be good for my business - OR FOR YOU!

Jon: Thank you Ros!! I’ll take care of her - I promise!

Ros: Damn straight you will. You’ll have to help her set up too. She’ll be in the function room at the Red Keep Hotel at 10pm.

Jon smiled as he pocketed his phone and took another swig of his beer before feeling the vibrations in his pocket and hearing the little ‘ding’ noise go off.

Ros: You better be sober.

With a groan, Jon hands over his bottle to a confused looking Pyp and orders a coke.

“Is there a ‘Mr Snow’ here?” the hotel reception clerk asked whilst reading his name from a notepad and looking up at the group of men all in high spirits for Pyp’s night.

“That’s me.”

“The young lady is already in function room B Mr Snow, she asked me to send you along once you got here. Your friends can wait in the bar whilst you set up.”

Jon thanked the man behind the desk, shrugging off the drunken whooping, hollering and lewd remarks from the lads before wandering towards the function rooms, wondering exactly how much ‘set up’ is involved for a stripper.

Perhaps she has portable pole?

Figuring that she would probably like to meet her ‘chaperone’ before the rest of the party pile in for their fun, he knocked on the door that had a little brass plaque saying ‘Room B’.

“Come on in” he heard her call.

“Hey I’m -” Jon froze as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Red - red was all he saw. A copper fall of tousled tresses decorating the back of the woman inside the room. Ygritte, he thought, as a flame of panic licked up and down his body from beneath his skin at memories of his ex. Memories of shouting matches and frustrating arguments stung his mind.

“Hi, I’m -” the woman said, turning around with a bright smile that faltered once she locked eyes with him..

Not Ygritte. Definitely not Ygritte. Worse…..or better, I can’t decide.

“Jon?….Oh my Gods! Jon Snow?” the girl exclaimed, an amused look crossing her face. Jon felt rooted to the spot as she started walking towards him, he’s pretty sure he’s gaping too. “It’s me, Sansa Stark…we went to school together, do you remember?”

Oh you mean the girl I had a crush on in only the way a lovesick teenager can? The girl that used to star in my adolescent wet dreams? The girl who was out of my league, but yet I somehow still count as ‘the one that got away’ because I never had the balls to just suck it up and ask you out to see if you might perhaps, possibly, maybe give me the time of day?……… Oh yeah - I remember you. Fuck.

“Um…yeah…I think so.”

She was gorgeous - she always had been - with her opalescent skin, summer sky eyes and cherry blossom lips. Jon remembers how, back in school, she used to be terribly self-conscious of her braces - nearly always trying to hide her smile - Jon had only thought that this made her even more endearing. It was one of his favourite things about her.

But gone were the braces and the adolescent uncertainty, in its place was a woman. A woman who was walking towards him like she’d just stepped out from one of his teenage fantasies, wearing nothing but a smile and a black silky robe that came to just above her knees.

“I remember you” she says, somehow making Jon gulp. This close up, he can see she has a slight sweeping of golden eyeshadow and a barely-there pink sheen to her lips.

This isn’t happening. THIS. ISN’T. FUCKING. HAPPENING.

“Um…Do you?”

“Mmm-hm” she nods, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she’s swaying her hips slightly and loosely wrapping her arms about herself. Jon is suddenly taken by the fact that she has pink sparkly toenails and a silver ankle bracelet that looks like a daisy-chain. he tries to distract himself with the ugly swirly patterned carpet of the function room.

“Yeah - you helped me with my technology project that time when I nearly started crying in the library. I had had such a bad day and was so frustrated - do you remember that?”

You mean the one and only time I actually spoke to you?….And it was about circuit boards.

“Yeah…I…I remember that” Jon mumbles, looking at the floor and nervously scratching at his shoulder through the neck of his shirt.

“I managed to scrape a B for that project because of you - you were my hero!” she beams, making Jon feel a little light-headed. The large function room suddenly seems too small, like the air had been sucked right out of it. There’s an unmanned bar in the corner of the room and Jon would very much like to stick his head under the optics and douse himself in gin right now.

“So” she says brightly and abruptly, breaking the pause that had settled between them “you’re gonna be my chaperone tonight?” Jon nods as a suspiciously squeaky noise escapes his throat. “Great!” Sansa exclaims before pausing in thought “‘us knowing each other’ isn’t going to be a problem, is it?” She asks as she plays with her necklace, bringing the little daisy pendant up to her lips as she awaits his answer. Jon shakes his head before forcing a gulp past the bob of his Adam’s apple.

“No…err…” he knits his brow at nothing in particular “no, that’s not a problem.”

“Great!” Sansa repeats with a nod and turns to go back to the table she had been standing by. Jon tries and fails not to stare at her ass as the silky robe shifts over her curves with her movement.

Be a fucking gentleman Jon. You’re meant to be her chaperone.

“Ros told me you’d be good at keeping your friends in check” she calls over her shoulder.

Them? Yeah….Me?….Not so sure.

“Uh…yeah…they’re good guys - you won’t get any trouble, I promise.”

“Good to know” Sansa says as she hauls a backpack onto the trestle table “but I feel better knowing you’re here just in case.” Jon tries not to think too much on that and wanders over curiously as she starts pulling out various sized pieces of Tupperware. “Are you alright to help me set up?”

“Sure, yeah…What do you need me to do?” Jon asks, absentmindedly picking up one of her tubs and peering through the clear plastic at it’s contents.

Strawberries?

“I need you to help arrange the fruit and vodka jelly” she says in a matter-of-fact manner as she pushes another large trestle table forward and wastes no time in whipping off her robe.

Fucking hell. Those are-….Wow…

As Jon stands there, frozen still, pulse thumping in his ears and blood rushing to other places, Sansa daintily hops onto the table wearing nothing but the teeniest, tiniest nude coloured thong and her daisy themed jewellery glinting under the room’s low lights. She artfully arranges her hair in a fan around her head as she lays down. Jon gulps at the amount of creamy skin on display and half entertains the idea of running out of the room but finds that he couldn’t even if he tried, as he seems to be rooted to the spot.

“Jon?” Sansa asks. “Jon? Can you arrange the fruit on me?” she nudges him out of his stupor after getting no response.

“On you?” he croaks.

Sansa leans up on an elbow to look at him. “Well, yeah - that is the point of a human platter?”

“A human platter?”

“For your friend’s stag?….Jon?…Are you alright?”

Oh yeah…I’m just in a room….with a practically NAKED SANSA STARK….and she wants me to put fruit and jelly on her tits - I’m fine…THIS IS FINE!

Jon’s widened eyes flit from Sansa’s breasts back to the Tupperwear in his hand and back again. He licks his lips and clears his throat. “I…I thought you were a strip-…a dancer?”

“Well yes, but Ros said it was a platter booking?” She asked, looking concerned now as she sat up and stared at her backpack “I didn’t bring my music….will your friends be disappointed with this option?”

“No!…No, no, no” he says in quick succession, shaking his head, wondering how anyone could possibly be disappointed with any form of Sansa Stark… let alone one in a state of undress.

“So that’s a ‘no’ then?” she says with a smirk and a hint of sarcasm as she lays back down. Jon finds himself doing little else but staring for a while (and perhaps wondering if he could manage to re-arrange himself discreetly) until the silence is broken by Sansa pointedly clearing her throat.

“Oh!…err…sorry!” he scrambles, walking forward, like he’s moving towards something to be feared - and if he was being truthful, he is shitting himself a bit.

Standing close to the table with so much Sansa Stark laid out before him was almost suffocating. Jon felt the colour rise in his cheeks as he’s rendered to feeling like a nervous schoolboy again, rather than the 28 year old adult human man he actually is. He fumbles with the lid of the food container, a strong sweet scent mixed with the sharpness of alcohol hits him instantly.

“Those are infused with vodka” Sansa supplies with a grin “I’ve got pineapple, peaches, strawberries, cherries and some little cubes of vodka jelly too.”

Jon picks out a halved strawberry and feels like he wants to swallow his own tongue. “That’s a lot of vodka.”

“Well it’s not good to mix drinks is it?” she smiles like she’s not currently clothed in nothing but a minuscule scrap of fabric. Jon wets his lips as he contemplates the fruit he’s holding aloft in his fingers before scanning her body laid out and wondering where to begin, or how to begin. “Start with my legs and work your way up” Sansa offers, prompting Jon’s muscles to actually move.

He works in silence for a while, placing pieces of the alcohol soaked fruit onto her soft skin, his fingers slowly coming down from their tremble, even when they graze the flesh of her thigh. He wonders if she notices how he seems to hold his breath or how his whole body is frozen, focusing intently on this one task, this one pineapple chunk, this one cherry half, or this one slice of peach. He concentrates on the aesthetics of the fruit, making sure there’s not too much pineapple clustered together or that the peach is at an equal distance apart. The little green jelly cubes prove difficult to balance, especially when he reaches the expanses of her smooth stomach, rising and falling gently with her breathing.

“You’re going to have to cover my underwear too Jon.” Sansa says, breaking the deafening silence. Jon makes a strange noise of acknowledgement that lands somewhere between a grunt and a squeak, the gesture makes her chuckle. “So what do you do now?” Sansa asks, sensing Jon might need something to distract from the task at hand.

“Um…well, I started a web development company with a friend of mine….it’s, uh…it’s going well, actually” he said, fingers brushing the soft silky fabric as he places a piece of peach at he apex of her thighs.

“Always knew you were a clever cookie” Sansa says with fondness in her voice.

“How about you?..Erm…what have you done since leaving school?”

“Oh, well, I studied the terribly sensible subject of Business Management, managed to land a job as the PA of the CEO of a rather large Marketing Alalytics company - only to realise a few years later that, actually, I didn’t want any part of the corporate pie at all.”

“You didn’t?”

“Nope” she shakes her head “so I quit and went back to Uni to study Textile Design. I’m in my second year now.”

Jon looks up to her face for what must be the first time in a little while “that’s very brave…to undertake a whole new and uncertain career path.”

“Yeah…or stupid and impulsive” Sansa snorts to herself.

“Sometimes stupid and impulsive is a good thing” Jon says after a moment of quiet thought and arranging pieces of fruit on her ribs.

“Would it be stupid and impulsive of me to admit that I harboured a little crush on you at school?” Sansa says, rendering Jon temporarily immobile before he croaked out his next words.

“D-did you?”

“Yeah - I think it was the glasses…. I have a thing for hot guys in glasses.”

All thoughts and ability to form cohesive audible words left Jon in that moment, so he bit his lip as Sansa watched him concentrating on arranging the fruit upon her skin, somehow not really realising that he had reached her breasts until a brush of his fingertip stroked her nipple causing Sansa to shiver.

“Ihadacrushonyoutoo” he blurted all too quickly, making Sansa giggle and smile up at him thoughtfully.

“If only we had known” she sighs wistfully.

“….Yeah” Jon agrees as his eyes get caught on a small dribble of crimson cherry juice slowly rolling down the outside curve of her breast. Without thinking, he swipes the sweet sticky liquid and sucks it from the pad of his finger. His eyes flew to Sansa’s face when he heard her breath catch in her throat.

“Taste good?” she whispered.

“…Um..yeah.”

Sansa stares at his lips and the air between them seems charged with something unknown but no less delicious than the sweetness upon her skin. “Why don’t you try one of the peaches?”

Jon moves without hesitation, lowering his head to her chest and covering a piece of fruit with his mouth. The slip-slide of the sticky juice makes the lick of his tongue against her skin even more pleasurable and Jon hopes his groan can be attributed to his approval of the taste of the fruit itself.

As he rises, he notes how her pupils have dilated and her legs squirm a fraction, managing to dislodge some fruit and jelly, the food tumbling to the table and floor.

“Clients normally pick up the fruit with their hands”

Shit.

Jon tries to chew rapidly so that he can swallow the obstacle in his mouth that’s preventing his profuse and no doubt rushed and embarrassed apology.

“Try a cherry” Sansa interrupts his panic. Jon swallows the lump of peach and it’s almost painful. He reaches for a cherry half by her navel before she catches his wrist in her hand. “With your mouth again.”

15 minutes later…

“Come on mate!” Pyp shouts as he and his other stag party members thump on the locked door.

“We’ve been in that bar for ages, she’s gotta be ready by now” Grenn adds before turning to ask the group “it was room B, yeah?”

One of the double doors suddenly cracks open with a squeak and a shirtless Jon Snow peeks out from behind it. Pyp’s brows rise high upon his head as he takes in the state of his best man. His beard looks suspiciously sticky and there’s a pinkish dribble stain down his chin and chest. A piece of strawberry is caught in his messy hair and what looks like lime green jelly is smashed against his lower stomach.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Nothing” Jon smiles slyly.

“Riiiight…come on lads” Grenn chuckles before eagerly urging the party forward into the room. Jon places a sticky hand on his friend’s chest, halting him and the others.

“Sorry guys, no show tonight.”

“Whaddamean?” one of the drunken men slurs from behind Pyp.

“You know my policy” Jon shrugs with a shit-eating grin “I don’t share my food.”

The door slams shut on the faces of the stag party as they glance at each other in confusion and listen to the lock slide into place.

#JonsaS7Summer #Jonsa #jon x sansa #Day 1: Food & Drink #yes i had ideas for both prompts today :-)

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