#whateva she's hot

[i4oba]

mark as… 💭 / your college friend !? ⊹◞✿

your first ever lecture being anthropology, out of all options, was pretty much chaotic and a really humbling experience

you kind of felt lost?? with the lecturer throwing in some of his own antics, with a little too much of little pop culture doses

i mean, he was trying??? talking about batman all of a sudden, comparing a pretty much real theory to his logo or something

(not that you didn’t mention that during that really crazy one on one oral exam… BUT STILL?)

now that’s how you got to know mark lee

i mean, not during the exam, waaaay before that – the first lecture, being just as confused as you, he was.. probably trying to look for someone who was taking notes (preferably good ones at that)

and that’s when your eyes met his!

i guess the panic was so evident in the look you gave him, he just.. couldn’t help but laugh loud asf at your CONFUSED face

i mean, if it was the other way round, you would’ve laughed as well, what can i say..

but still, you had to whisper shout at him (which was weird in the middle of the lecture, being literal meter away from each other) ?? telling him to stop the shenanigans or else you’ll throw hANDS!!!????

(you ended up not doing that – you decided his face was too cute… yeah… pathetic…)

anyways… he literally waited !!!!!!! for you not so far from the lecture hall after it was finished and.. he kind of just??? approached you when he saw you exiting, face representing the Thousands of questions you were left behind

i mean, he felt the same kinda–

but anyways, it was quite.. awkward when you two first interacted. he didn’t really know what to say, you couldn’t really respond to him since all he could muster out was

well.. it sounded stupid

(because he was nervoussssss–i mean, who wouldn’t be when they are trying to hit on a pretty girl like you.. DUH?)

he ended up asking for your notes though.. but it was strategic, you know???

you gotta slide into his dms that way!!!!!! so he can try again!!!!!! (a little bit harder maybe idk)

i mean, you agreed but had a suspicious look while nodding, still trying to figure out his intentions

it really wasn’t clear honestly, he seemed so weird at first, and then he was friendly, offering help around the campus, and then suddenly he wanted to chat???

YOU HAD EYES OF COURSE. even at the omnious, freaking awful freshmen camp you couldn’t spot anyone that looked even half as good as him

but still…

he had that kinda “pretty boy next door” type of vibe which you honestly adored–probably that’s why you agreed on going to that party as well, he invited you to

it was silly of you, of course, and you couldn’t not notice the confused looks of your dormmate

you two knew each other for like.. 2 days and she was suddenly acting like your mother

“ughhh… that dude, you know, that johnny fella has that kind of reputation on campus…”

WHO THE FUCK IS JOHNNY!!!!!!!??????

“he’s a compsci major” she said, shrugging

“that’s literally where the fuckboys are at”

you were like What.. are yoU EVEN SAYING LMFAO

(every compsci major dude i’ve ever seen was a loser though… ?)

where she got that information???OUT OF HER ASS????

later on, like two days had to pass at most???? maybe just one and a half??? and she got invited as well–some chenle dude and her went to the same seminar and things just happened

not her opinion changing.. lol

but it was set now that you two are going together! mostly because she knew you don’t have any friends so.. she might as well help you out–that’s the least she can do after you two changed beds

she kind of made you out to be a loser that way.. like WHAT! YOU HAVE Friends… just

having a major on a different campus.. BUT STILL THE SAME SCHOOL!!!

she was always giving you that weirded tf out look whenever you mentioned it. like okay girl, go off, say whateva lol

but she felt the need to accompany you (GOD BLESS HER TBH)

looking all hot and stuff, you two both paid a visit to the house party which was… honestly pretty boring looking at first

like yeah, just a couple of dudes, not hype enough music either

you expected some kind of shitty techno untz untz music like in those german clubs

those are HYPE. or the eastern european clubs’ music.. elite tier i swear

but you got none of that, only a silly and honestly pretty mid ?? spotify playlist

it’s like giving the aux to someone who only listens to tiktok music like BFFR

right before you were about to leave this horrible gathering, you spotted mark, having a really heated conversation with a Damn Tall boy, snapback on both of their heads

they kind of looked like a couple lmfao OR TWINS

you were hesitant whether you should go and greet him but there was no actual reason that could pull you back

since your roommate literally found someone from her sociology 101 lecture and literally vanished from the surface of earth

Leaving you alone, with a horrible mix of vodka and some other shit you would’ve spit out if only there weren’t too many people

so yeah, there wasn’t any other choice you could’ve made, outside of leaving way too early

that’s how you ended up in the conversation with mark (and, later on you found out, johnny, who wasn’t actually that big of a douchebag your roommate had explained)

it was nice honestly, you got a chance to expose some Drama from high school, you got to talk about your arch nemesis (who attends the same college as you) and some other, unimportant stuff

but they were soooo interested it made you feel??Idk special or something

it really isn’t that frequent that you can shittalk and someone wouldn’t shut you up

and that is why you got back to mark every time–he listened. not only the funny bits of your life, he listened to everything you had to say: your life, school and problems with coursework (he even offered to help), and yeah..

lovelife as well.

you got together with someone from the same major as you–jaehyun.

he was funny, and charming, absolutely adorable and such a great lover??? And then… and then yeah

shit happened, like it always does and you were officialy Heartbroken

you couldn’t really handle it, even though it wasn’t your first time

(in high school, you dated one of the jocks and then got surprised he cheated on you like Dude those are infamous player lmfao…)

so the first person you went to was

your roommate! But she was busy as hell with assignments and exams so she kind of.. I mean she tried to help, but half of her attention was on you, and the other half glued to the monitor of her computer, reading stuff for her research paper

so you went to the second choice of yours–mark lee. but you didn’t mention that fact to him.. it would’ve hurted his heart deeply

you two went to the movies after you raged a little, cried a little into his shoulder and begged him to punch jaehyun in the face

he figured you should focus on something fun, instead of the self deprecating shit you’ve been on lately

and he was Absolutely Fully (ahah!) Truly right

you bought a ticket to the first movie you two saw, not even paying attention what it actually was

(it was a damn horror movie which was So Fucking scary you BOTH were left trembling from fear… pus-)

he used this fact for his own good… he invited you over… to his dorm… since his roommate went home for the weekend…

and the funniest thing is that you agreed, hurriedly messaging your friend, telling her not to wait for you, then ignoring ALL of her furiously typed down responses and calls even

she needed to focus ANYWAYS

so that’s how you ended up in mark’s dorm room… Yeah, yeah yeah

some might say it’s pathetic, some might say you’re dumb as Hell but what could you doooooo

he was looking at you with that extra adorable puppy look on his face… how could you resist

there was no way you could say no, it would’ve been heartless ????????

and you know what would’ve been even MORE heartless?????? Not giving a kiss on his beautiful lips that were literally SCREAMING for yours

It may or may not have been a bad choice but you couldn’t care less… suddenly you felt at ease, kissing him vigorously over and over again

soft hair between your fingers, his breath on your lips and sparkling eyes looking at you

maybe… maybe he was more?? Than a friend

(your roommate was about to slap you right then and there when you told her about the story though…)

#nct dream #mark lee #nct dream imagines #nct dream headcanons #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream stories #nct dream x reader #mark lee imagines #mark lee headcanons #mark lee scenarios #mark lee stories #mark lee x reader

[melusinealarice]

in that case… could i request a member of his team reader and house fanfic abt house realising his attraction towards reader isn’t actually just sexual (they’ve been sleeping together for some time) but he’s actually in love with them. so he asks reader on a date, but they think he’s just joking and being an ass. so house has to go on a full on rant about how he developed feelings for reader and they just stand there in shock completely flustered (pls make reader say yes at the end tho 🙏💞) either gn!reader or fem!reader

this is totally ooc for him but whateva im a little delusional 🥰 in my head he’s my silly husband

Def delulu, but arent we all, anyways here ya go

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes,

Fem reader x dr house

You had been sleeping with dr. House for a few months now. It all started when you joined his team, while his rude comments usually repelled people, they attracted you. You found him hilarious as-well as insanely hot. Him being smart was a bonus as-well. He always made sexual comments towards you wich left you flustered more than anything. It all started one night when he was staying late and you came in to find him in a bottle of whiskey. It ended with you leaving his house before he could wake up. After that you both just would have casual sex, thats all it was. You never asked for anything more, even though you desperately wanted it, because you knew him, and he would surely mock you for it.

House’s POV:

I walk out of the on-call room, not even saying anything to y/n, this has just been our routine, she figured words would just make things complicated. I went straight to Wilson. “Wilson.” I said walking in, not bothering to knock. “What is it House?” He said looking up, “i think, I think Im attracted to y/n in more than just a sexual way.” i said, sitting on his couch, “what?” He asked stoping what he was doing. “I think, Im falling in love with her.”

Your POV:

Back to work, you just finished hooking up with House and now you had to go along your day, pretending you aren’t in live with him. No problem.

After the case you all were working on was solved you stayed back in the office while everyone else left. House was there, “so how about I buy you a drink, like a date?” He said, leaning against the door, pinning you to the wall. Shit, he knows, he knows you like him and he is making fun of you for it, who told him?? You scoffed trying to play it off, “ya know just because I like you being an ass doesn’t mean you have to make fun of me.” She said, trying to find away out of the situation. “Me? An ass? Never.” He taunted, you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help how much harder you were breathing, “whatever,” you said, wiggling out of the position you were in. “Im serious.” He said, staring at you, “I thought it was just sexual, i did, and ive tried to pretend it was, but god, you are so much more than that. Ive been falling deeper in love with you every damn second, and I want you, all of you. You are so beautiful and smart, and funny. And I want commitment and I want to take you on a date.” He said, his face was straight, he wasn’t joking. You stood there flustered, “really?” You said still in shock, he walked up to you and took your hands in his, “really.” He said. “Okay, lets go get a drink.” You said smiling up at him.

The end

Ok its kinda short, but im not the best at writing fluff, and it was super hard to do it with House without totally betraying his character.

#greg house x reader #dr greg house #gregory house x reader #greg house #house md

[sinsandsuccubus]

The Boy is Mine - Meet The Harlow’s

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Liked by dojacat, lizzo, urbanwyatt, druski, and 2,567,607 others

cocojones: That ex he won’t forget.

dojacat: Hottie

lizzo: no tea no shade

lilnasx: don't be coming for people now

druski: let me get a little bit of that cocoa

y/nsource: Here we go again

cocojonesfan: Not everything is about y/n

y/nsource: nOt eVerYthiNg iS abOuT y/n; what does the caption mean then?

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, claybornharlow, heavyhitterheaux, lilnasx, and 1,234,987 others

y/ninstagramname: She bitter, I'm better.

heavyhitterheaux: TELL EM' SIS

y/ninstagramname: @ heavyhitterheaux I stay unbothered

jackharlow: Love you mamas

y/ninstagramname: Love you even more Jackiepoo

claybornharlow: "Jackiepoo"? New nickname in the book, thanks sis.

lilnasx: She said what she said.

jackharlowstitties: I'm still stuck on Jackiepoo

Liked by dojacat, lizzo, theshaderoom, and 3,858,787 others

cocojones: The boy is mine.

lizzo: You look fuckin HOT

dojacat: me-fuckin-ow

theshaderoom: this is so juicy

y/nsource: why is the shaderoom always up in here? like damn.

jackharlowstitties: Just like we're in here, she fuckin with y/n

jonesandharlow: Y/N don't want what coco got, nor will she ever have what coco does

cocojones: Love my fans

Liked by heavyhitterheaux, urbanwyatt, bigheadedjack, and others

y/nsource: The girl's are fighting!! But deadass, who does coco think she is?

bigheadedjack: That's what I'm fuckin saying. Like sweetheart, he left you for a reason.

y/nandjack: And a good one. Cheating on him? And using his spotlight for additional fame? Sounds fucked up to me.

jackharlowsrightnipple: Its giving.... leech.

urbanwyattupdates: Y/n was so unbothered too, like wtf is this girl on.

jonesandharlow: @ y/nandjack, you know thats a damn lie.

y/nsource: @ jonesandharlow, bring the receipts. I'll wait.

jonesandharlow: @ y/nsource, bet.

Liked by champagnepapi, urbanwyatt, jonesandharlow, lizzo, dojacat, and 3,442,501 others

cocojones: Unforgettable.

y/nsource: Yet Jack forgot about your ass, and you're clearly still bothered by it.

jonesandharlow: @ y/nsource, get out her comment section.

champagnepapi: Lookin good Coco.

lizzo: ITS GIVING SNACK

jackandjones4life: She looks better than y/n ever will.

Liked by jackharlow, softcurse, urbanwyatt, heavyhitterheaux, claybornharlow, and 3,445,107 others

y/ninstagramname: This my shit, bow down bitches.

jackharlow: Every day I fall more and more in love with you.

urbanwyatt: @ jackharlow, You're so cheesy

jackharlow: Get over it @ urbanwyatt

claybornharlow: Best soon-to-be-sister (I hope) ever @ y/ninstagramname

y/ninstagramname: Love you both @ claybornharlow & @ jackharlow

druski: Lookin good y/n

champagnepapi: You bagged a good one @ jackharlow

lilnasx: Y'all cute of whateva

Liked by y/ninstagramname, urbanwyatt, heavyhitterheaux, claybornharlow, 2forwoyne and 4,500,687 others

Jackharlow: Got the best point of view.

Photo taken by my wife: @ y/ninstagramname

y/nandjackaremyparents: Jack, you tryna tell us something?

jackandy/nsource: @ y/nandjackaremyparents, I'm wondering the same shit.

y/nsource: If they were actually engaged/married, the shaderoom would have been on it @ jackandy/nsource & @ y/nandjackaremyparents

jonesandharlow: Bullshit.

y/ninstagramname: Love you baby

urbanwyatt: I'd better be the best man if this is true.

claybornharlow: No @ urbanwyatt, I'M gonna be the best man

y/ninstagramname: girls, girls, stop fighting @ urbanwyatt & @ claybornharlow

Liked by jackharlow, urbanwyatt, heavyhitterheaux, claybornharlow, and 1,967,007 others

y/ninstagramname: The boy is mine (actually).

jackharlow: Damn right I am

claybornharlow: Y'all still explain the wife part.

urbanwyatt: @ claybornharlow, yeah, explain dat.

lilnasx: My parents!

2forwoyne: I support it.

druski: You know where I am if Jack don't treat you right @ y/ninstagramname

jackharlow: Fuck outta here @ druski, @ y/ninstagramname and I are in this for life.

heavyhitterheaux: PERIOD

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow scenario #jack harlow fanficition #meet the harlows

[mknae-jongho]

Ride my face

Dom Mafia!San x Queen sub!reader (Reader name: Aurora) Kai’s name is mentioned in this story.

Word count: i don’t think it matters atp.

Warning(s): Manhandling, breeding, spit play, name calling, choking, etc etc. MDNI(read at your own risk!!) n word is involved | sorry for any word mistakes

*San pov*

“Well… well…well,” I place my gun on my rival’s knee. “Looks like the mouse is finally caught.”

“I didn’t have anything to do with it i swear!! I swear on my life.” Kai said. I looked at my babygirl before asking her, “where did he touch you??”

She replied back, “On my waist.” I looked back at him. “I didn’t touch you. Your lying son of a BITCH!!”

That made me hot. “Aurora back up a little for me love.” I saw her on the corner of my eye getting closer and i saw her pulled out a gun and a knife.

“I’m a queen san, i know what to do.”

BANG

“AHHH!!” He had blood dripping out of him onto the floor from his waist where he touched her at. I looked at her walking towards her. “You think you can handle this?” Getting closer leaving no space between us.

“There’s a lot of things that you don’t know i can handle. Watch and see san.” She walked away back towards his rival. “Let’s play baby.” I said to myself following her.

Putting my gun back onto my hip, I gripped his hair pulling his head back. “Call her a bitch again,” I began punching him til i saw blood. “SAY IT AGAIN, I DARE YOU.”

“Kill me, i will always have someone to follow behind my footsteps! This ain’t over.” he spat on my face & i looked at Aurora’s face expression. I can tell she’s getting worked up by how she moving.

*Your pov*

“This will be over, don’t you think san,” He nodded his head. “Should i tell him or should you?” He grinned before saying, “You got it baby.”

“Thank you, Now, Kai your the last one alive sooo.” I laughed cocking my gun.

“What do you mean?” He chuckled softly getting a little shooking up.

“Your little gang are already dead love, i mean,” i got closer to him grabbing his face harshly pulling him towards me. “Had to save the best for last right.”

He spat in my face, “Fuck you Aurora or whatever your name is.” I leaned up getting pissed wiping his spit off and San must have noticed.

“Did his just spat on you?” he sped walked to you pulling out his gun getting pissed as well.

“Yes he did, San i’m bout to kill this nigga!” I pushed san away pointing my gun at kai.

“That was a tad bit disrespectful dont you think san.” I looked at san.

“Yes very.”

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

“Clean this up.” I looked at san before saying, “Who?” i looked at him like he stupid

“You.” He said laughing.

“A hehe hell, boy hell nawl, we got guards and shit for a reason tell them to come get this shit.” I walked out the basement.

“I’m just playing baby.” You heard san yelling.

“Guards clean this.” Was the last thing you heard san say before going to take a shower.

I was currently laying in bed smoking me a blunt as San was down stairs talking with seonghwa and the rest of boys. When i get high i get horny so i decided to send san a couple of nude videos.

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I sent him one where i was spitting out of my mouth as it dribbled down my chin onto my boobs.

ding*

“Why did you send this when their beside me??” ~san

“Cause i’m horny san i need you.” ~you

“You could’ve told me instead of sending nudes, i love them but don’t send them when i’m with them, they could’ve saw!” ~san

“Okay i don’t give af, you gonna fuck me or not?” ~you

“Are you getting smart?” ~san

“Nawl. I’m just saying.” ~you

“I’m just saying too, don’t get smart.”~san

“Man i didnt so come a fuck me. pls:(.” ~you

“Yeah whateva.” ~san

“San enough with the bs i’m horny.” ~you

“Okay wait. I’ll be up there ina minute.” ~san

“Okay!!”~ you

“Aurora open the door.”san trying to come in twisting the door knob.

“open it , it’s not lock san.” Face palming yourself

He quickly open the door and saw you were already on the bed in your lingerie. “Up. Come here.” He said swiftly taking off his belt. You walked towards him seductively til he pulled your wrist and turned you so that your back is faced his chest. He wrapped the belt around both your wrist and tightened it.

“On your knees.” You did what he said as he unbuttoned his black leather pants and pulled his underwear down at the same time. He was so hard that his cock was dripping with precum. “See what you did to me, now suck me off like a good girl.” He rubbed you cheek gently. “Yes sir.”

You kitty licked his tip swallowing his precum as you hear him groan quietly. “ You like that baby? Does it feel good?” You took him all in as his long cock hit the back of your throat . “Fuck babygirl,” he started moving faster holding your chin and your head to keep you in place. “you’re making me feel so good.”

Having san fucking your throat was all you wanted, being a mafia king and queen is stressful and you have to be careful especially since san is talking about wanting a baby. “Fuck i’m gonna cum,” San murmured in a shaky voice, he pulled out of your mouth which lead you to be confused. “I want to cum inside of you, let me breed you, cum deep into you til my cum is dripping from your pretty cunt.”

“Cum inside of me as much as you want san,” You pushed him onto the bed and swaddled his waist. “I’m all yours.” He pulled you down so that you’re chest to chest as he placed his hands on your waist with a tight squeeze. “You don’t know what you do to me princess,” You both made eye contact until his eyes wandered down to your lips. His face got closer to your til your lips were connected as it continued on to a heated make out.

“Are you ready for me?” He lifted up your waist moving one of his hands down to rub his tip on your entrance. “Put it in me san.” Whining as you felt like you were about to explode from being so tensed up. “Yes madam.” He entered you in a fast and harsh thrust giving you no time to adjust. “So tight baby girl,” He groans softly. “I can fuck you all day.” Speeding up his pace your slowly losing your mind.

“Sannnn,” looking up at you loving your pleasured face as you moan his name. “Fuck sannie, i’m gonna cum.” He slowed down is paced pulling out of you. “Whyyyyyy?? I was close san.” he slide down the bed a little to get in the right position. “Ride my face.” He pulled you by your waist to bring you towards his face. You moved up to put both of your legs of each side of his face.

“Sit on my face and let me make you feel good.” He grabbed both of your thighs to pull you down on his face as he began to eat. “Mmmh.” You gripped his locs tightly looking down to see him already look at you. He sped up his pace lick after lick making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Feels good?? Huh??” He murmured giving you a hard spank on your ass. “Yesss san.” Sliding his tongue inside of your aunt did it for you. Your legs began to tremble as your close to the end.

“Cum for me, i know your close baby.” He put his hand on your back laying you forwards to slip in a finger hitting the right spot. “Right there?? Does it feel good right there??” He slowly slipped in another finger twirling them around moving them in and out at a fast pace before beginning to suck your clit, matching the same pace as his fingers.

“I’m cuming san, i’m fucking close san i’m gonna burst!!” you yelled as you felt your stomach tighten and a burning pleasure on your clit letting you know your gonna cum any second. “Cum for me, squirting on daddy face, let me taste you.” His words were all you needed to get off edge.

He sped up his fingers as you clenched around them when suddenly, “Fuck baby girl, that’s right cum on my face.” You came, his paced slowed down as he helped you ride out your high before you slowly removed yourself from his face, laying down beside him.

“10 sec break to collect yourself.” He told you before hovering above you slowly rubbing your inner thighs. Nodding your head, he began to count down.

“10…….9……….8……..7…….6……5……..4…….3…….2……1” He slowly entered you bottoming you out. “Put your legs on my shoulder.” Doing what he told you, he adjusted himself so that you can feel that he’s deeper inside of you. He began to move at a slow but hard pace wanting to take his time with you so that you feel every inch of him.

“Sannn.” Opening your eyes to look at him. “hmm?” He stared at you intensely running chills down your spine. “f-faster p-p-please.” After asking nicely san responded quickly by doin what you’ve asked. “You enjoyed what you did? You’re such a horny whore you’ve forgotten huh?” Pulling out of you he turned you around til your on all fours.

He entered back inside you with more raged in his thrust leaving you a moaning mess. “What are you talking about san?” He gave you a hard spank. “You’ve decided to send nudes while i was around the boys,” Another hard spank landed. “Why?” Spank. “Huh, why?” He sped up his pace and you couldn’t take it.

“Wait sannnn!” You put your hand back trying to disconnect your bodies but sadly it didn’t work. He grabbed both your hands holding them tightly with one hand and spanking you with the other. “Don’t push me off, take it like a good girl!” He used his free hand to rub your clit. “You thought i forgot what you did. I been told you i don’t like when you do that and you still did it. You wanted this right, so take what the fuck i give you like the good slut you are!”

“Ahhh,” You put you head down into the sheets to block your moans but soon later was pulled back up by a pulled on your hair. “Let daddy hear you, let me hear my princess.” He moaned loudly as he twitched inside of you hinting that he’s close. “Fuck baby, cum with me!” He rubbed your clit faster as you began to clench around his cock. “I’m close san, FUCKK!!” You said as your legs began to shake harshly. “i’m about the cum baby, cum wit daddy.” A few hard thrust later he shot his load deep inside you as his pace slowed down riding out the both of you high.

He pulled out and let you out of his grip as you fall onto the bed right after. He gave you a couple more hard spanks on your ass before laying right beside you. “Felt good?” he asked as he placed kisses on your neck leaving marks. “Yes, it felt amazing.” you chuckled softly slowly dosing off.

“Don’t fall asleep baby girl, the party had just begun.”

uhh ohh…

Sorry for not posting i’ve been a little busy..🥹I had this in my drafts and i’m just now finishing this story up.🙂

#ateez smut #ateez choi san smut #ateez imagines #choi san #choi san scenarios #choi san smut #ateez san #choi san fanfic #choi san fic

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

feel free ignore this but i was just wondering when you started writing fics bc theyre all so amazing wtf???

ignore this sweet ask?? NEVER!!

so, to be completely honest, this is not the first time i've written and published fics!! though, i've NEVER received attention like this and it's so so nice!!

i've been writing little stories in my head for probs as long as i can remember. writing was just always something that i've done and i have distinct memories of crying to my mom about how hard it was sometimes when the words came out wrong or i struggled to spell them correctly. this would later be diagnosed as dyslexia but my mom made sure to get me the correct support i needed!! it still fucking sucks but whatevas lmao

also, my mom loved to write when she was in college!! and she was really good, too, but she gave it all up to marry my (stupid ass) dad and raise my sister and i. but that's a really sad story for another day.

BUT i wrote some crappy mcu fanfic on here when i was like 10?? really really bad i hadn't even seen all the movies when i wrote that i just thought bucky was hot lmao- (do not go looking for that shit i will cut you- i don't even know how you would find that but no! bad!)

then, during covid, i had a fever dream the night before christmas (deadass im not being funny) and started writing fanfic for...ugh i can't believe im gonna say this but it was sherlock lmao-

like...legit 12 books. each with like eight to nine chapters. it basically followed the plot of the show EXACTLY except for with the add in of my oc lmao. that's posted on wattpad (again. i will commit crimes to keep my name away from that shit lmao- i tried rereading it the other day and nearly died from cringe)

OH AND I WENT THROUGH A CRINGY ASS POETRY PHASE LMAO THOSE WERE BAD BAD- tbh might be willing to share them to strictly laugh at but idk where i would find it anymore bc i feel like ive scrubbed it off my phone-

all that to say, i've been doing crappy writing for a very long time, but this is the first time that i've actually felt really proud of my work. also, you're such a sweetheart to ask this and it was so fun to reply to!! i really do love yapping yall up!!

anyways, hope this made sense and i WILL find you if you so much as THINK about finding my old fics lmao-

#no but fr if yall find them i will legit be impressed #MORE than impressed #return to sender ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ

[lavishl0ve]

🩸Johhny Slaughter x Fem Reader🩸 (Part 2)

Part 2 continuation of my Part 1 Reader, I plan to make many more of these (which can also be read as a stand alone) but I heavily suggest reading the parts before these since I do reference some connections within previous parts! Again, these are my first fics and i’m not like an english major or whateva so i apologize if it isn’t perfect. Thank you and enjoy 🤩 (First part is on my page :)

Part 2: Scars

My dreams only remind me of the terror I wished to avoid. Ana screams echo throughout my head. I should have helped her, sacrificed myself. Maybe she could have been the one to escape. I curl into myself sitting on the rough mattress waiting, and waiting. Waiting for what? I’m not sure. May death have mercy and greet me with a cold kiss in my sleep. But death is late. I’ve lost count on how many days it's been, weeks? Each day that Johnny man swaps out my bandage, sometimes we exchange a few words but our encounters are usually in silence. With each encounter I grow with worry. Once the infection leaves my ankle is that when he’ll murder me? Oh god. Will I take Julie’s place on that meat hook..? I can’t think about it. I feel sick. Scratching interrupts my thoughts. That notifying sound of someone entering the basement, is it bad I was hoping it was Johnny? He was the only family member presenting some type of remorse or maybe it was just his job to make sure their food isn’t contaminated. Their. Food. I shake the thought. Sissy treds over and suddenly I'm disappointed. Better her than that cook though, last time he brought me food he spat in it. Safe to say I didn’t eat it. Not that the food is good anyways. She slides the plate under the small gap the bars have.

“Here Sugar.”

I look up at her giving her a small nod. Maybe I would have smiled if it wasn’t the same stew as always. But it’s better than starving…right? She stands for a moment watching me and sits down. I stare reluctantly at her.

“Go on, you’ll like it today. I made it.” She giggled.

Scooting forward I grasp the plate. It’s hot today. I take a small portion of the meat and take a bite. I chew once then twice. It’s incredibly tough, I let it linger in the back of my mouth acting like I swallowed it. She laughs again.

“How’s that red headed friend of yours taste?”

She mocks me poiking her razor blade through the bar so that it's mere inches from my face. I spit the chewed meat at her,

“You fucking monster!” I yell and I throw my plate at her.

shards of porcelain shatter on the floor from the impact, a few shards cutting her stew stained face.

She grabs my shirt through the bar hitting my head against the iron bars

“You fuckin’ bitch.” She screams, shaking me against the bars.

She takes her razor blade and slices right underneath my left eye.

“Eye for a fuckin’ eye.” she scowls, “Next time it’ll be more than that.”

She throws me on the ground, some of the chipped porcelain pieces cutting my legs. She leaves. I occupy my time picking the shards out of my legs.

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I wake up to the thud of his boots approaching. Death had not visited me tonight. Unless Johnny is death. I see him walk towards the cell looking at the shards on the ground. He groans. Maybe he knows what happened. Entering, I face toward the opposite wall hiding the cut Sissy had given me. Maybe I'll just let this one get infected and die. He sits on the mattress right next to me removing the same compact tin and gauze again. I refuse to face him. He takes my ankle and unwraps the gauze himself.

“It’s better.” He remarks.

He goes through the daily process , applying the topical cream, then wrapping it up. He sighs.

“You’se alright sweetheart?” He questions.

“Don’t let er’ scare you.” He glances over left toward my face.

He saw the dried blood that had ran along my cheek. He grabs my chin with two fingers and turns my head to see the cut better.

“Fuckin’ Sissy.” He hissed through his teeth.

Johnny rose and stomped out the basement without another word. You didn’t hear the scratch of the door close though. Maybe this is my time to escape! But how the hell will I get out? I reach outside the bars fumbling with the lock. Impossible without a key… or a bobby pin. Digging into your messy hair hoping to find a remaining pin you used the day you guys got caught. It took some time but it was there. I unfold the bobby pin and inserting it into the lock trying to hear those “clicks” Connie talks about. I was never as good as Connie, although she tried to teach me, I had always got frustrated. I twist around the pin, unable to hear the noise. I click my tongue in frustration. I try to remove the pin, trying to restart. It snaps. Fuck. You throw the pin on the ground and sit back against the cold wall.

Johnny yells, “The hell you do to er’ Sissy?”

“She jus’ needed a lil’ lesson Johnny.” She replies, “Was actin’ like a bitch.”

Some words were muffled, at the end of their argument Johnny's words were loud enough to echo throughout the whole house.

“Don’t cha’ go on touchin’ my fuckin’ things Sissy!” he yells, “Or ya’ gonna get it worse than er’.”

You hear a door slam.

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The next morning you awaken to Johnny banging on the cell.

“Wake up.”

I rub my eyes, vision coming into view. Johnny unlocks the cell and grabs your wrist.

“Cmon’.”

“What- where are we going?” you ask.

You’ve never been out of the cell. Is this the end of your demise? Johnny clecthes some sort of emerald green fabric in his left hand. He leads you throughout the house towards the back walking through the kitchen, the sink stained red at the glance you get. We step outside, it’s still dark out, my bare feet touch the grass and I breathe in the fresh air. Finally, a nice change. He leads you toward the same shed which you first encountered him in. Pulling the switch on to turn on the lights you make out the space. Some kinda workshop of his I assume. He walks you through the side door which opens toward the back. He shoves a hose into your hand.

“Clean yourself off.”

Stunned you just stare at him, you can’t see much since the darkness covers his face. You wait.

“You gonna turn around…?” I ask uncomfortably.

“I gotta make sure you don’t run away sweetheart.”

You feel your cheeks blush, but you can’t resist a shower. (A somewhat shower). You walk a few steps from him. Facing away, you take off your shirt, then your underwear. Since you can’t see him he surely can’t see you right? At least that’s what you tell yourself. You turn the knob right and the cold water splashes immediately at your feet. You whince at the sudden shock, Johhny laughs under his breath.

“It ain’t gettin’ any hotter, make it quick.”

I suck it up and point the hose over my head dousing my hair, I bite the inside of you cheek. The water runs down my spine. I coat my hair, wash the dried blood off my cheek, thighs and scrap the stew remanents off on hands. Wow how I miss warm showers. I look back towards johnny he leans against the barn, cigarette in mouth, he glances back over like he knew I was watching him. I turned around finishing my “shower”. As I turned the knob off I hear johnny shift off the shed wall.

“ ere’.” He say’s cigarette in mouth.

He throws me the emerald cloth he’s been holding. I unfold it revealing some short dress. Probably Sissy’s. I pull the fabric over my head, then squeeze out the excess water in my hair. I walk back towards Johnny.

“So,” I pause, “Back to the cellar now?” I shrug.

“Naw’.” He throws the cigarette to the ground grinding it with his boot.

I’m taken aback as he walks away, I assume he intends I follow him. I quicken my steps with little hops and skips, the dirt collecting on my wet feet.

“Where we going?” I ask quickening my pace trying to catch up with him.

Johnnys strides are long, almost double mine. I skip every now and then just to catch up. He stays silent to my question. As we approach some junkyard filled a bunch of old rusted cars Johnny strides over to the back of an truck and puts down the cargo-bed hopping on the edge as he pulls out another cigarette. I stand there, what do I do? I take a moment then just decide to do the same, dangling my feet as he stares . He offers me the box,

“Oh no, I don’t-“

He nods and snatches the box away back into his pocket. The sun rises over the horizon painting his face a lovely orange and golden color. I study Johnny more in depth, his dark eyes stare into the sunset. Wow. Am I crazy? Or is he strangely attractive. A piece of his slicked hair falls in front of his face as he leans down towards his red lighter igniting his cigarette. His nose is so perfectly straight, jaw, hand sculpted. No Y/N stop. This is insane. I avert my attention towards the sunset hoping it’d change my thoughts but it can’t. I can feel him staring at me. He drops his head back down holding his cigarette between his legs as his forearms rest on his thighs. His forearms. I glance at them. Scar-covered. I decide to break the silence.

“How’d you get those?”

He scoffs, “Which ones?”

“These.” I trace the scars on his upper bicep.

“Barfight.” he mutters puffing his smoke again.

“Well… you’d win?”

He scoffs, “I always~ win Darlin’.”

The way he dragged out his S sent me into spiral. What is wrong with me?

“What about this?” I ask pointing to his left hand.

“Nubbins. He’d always set up traps when we ‘er kids.” He pauses, “Left a pretty good god damn mark.”

I nod agreeing with him.

“I’d suppose yours will leave more though’.” He winks and nods toward my ankle.

I purse my lips together.

“How about this one?” I ask moving his strand of hair, hinting at the scar going down his eye.

His eyebrows furrow. He doesn’t answer. Serious subject. We sit there for a minute.

“My Maw’…”

We stare at each other for a moment. His puffs the cigarette again, jumping off the cargo-bed. Did I fuck this up?

“We outta go back inside before they know I brought chu’ out.”

I jump down, “Back to the cellar?” I sigh.

A simple Mhmm rumbles between his lips. I look back towards the sunrise soaking up each ounce I could receive. Who knows if this is my last time seeing the sun, let alone the sun rise. But in the end, I guess beautiful things aren’t meant to last.

#johnny slaughter #johnny tcm #tcm game #tcm #johnny slaughter x reader #fic writing #johnny sawyer x reader #johnny sawyer #johnny x reader

[stawpny]

hey

I know I haven’t like posted but that was cause I was in DC

it’s really cool

but anyways, have some NY headcannons I thought of while driving 8 hours there and back

(my drama club cast list is coming out tomorrow AHHH [we are doing mean girls])

-

-New York has got the best fashion style out of anyone in the statehouse, buuuuuttt since this years fashion week was.. something, he has been downgraded to the second best. Cal’s the first now, ever since whatever the fuck that was happened.

-Punk NY x Hippie CA is something I need injected into my VEINS. I feel like they would be so cute together anddd the fan art would be delicious bc I would eat it with no hesitation.

-New York has the hand writing of like a fancy founding father. Like one that wrote, “We The People” on top of the constitution, or when he has too much coffee, he has a handwriting of a third grader. (just like me!)

-I imagine that when it gets “hot” here in New York (higher then 80 is too fucking hot for me) he just flops himself anywhere in the NE part of the house and just lays there until someone gets fed up or helps him. (NJ would get fed up, MA would help him)

-he gets frequent headaches so he just carry’s around a small bag of advil or Tylenol, or sometimes keeps it like pocket candy in his pockets like he’s about to give it out to children.

-I feel like he would take care of states (mostly southern) when they were young, along with Georgia and Virginia. The only reason he did so was because Penn claimed he wasn’t “man enough” so he had to do what he also claimed, “women’s work”. (No shade to ppl living in PA)

-I believe that Long Island bullies RI for two reasons, he isn’t an island, and LI is bigger than RI. LI always says that he should be a state instead and Rhode should just merge with MA or CT. (this is true, as a Long islander myself)

-I know NY is bigger than like many states in the NE, but I like the idea of him being the same height as MA or a little shorter. New Jersey would be shorter, same with RI and CT, but I feel like they would be the same height. (ma and ny)

-MA, CT, NY, and NJ have some maaajor beef with PA.

-New Yorks room is filled with a bunch of posters. Posters of Lana Del Rey, TS, Laufey, Tyler The Creator, Steve Lacy, and others are put up, but he puts more “manly” posters up to distract from the fact he literally has a huge ass Taylor Swift, 1989 poster in his room, above his bed. He has all the eras, but how could he not have a huge poster of 1989 when she wrote a song about his city, like, come on! (my fav album)

- CA x NY= Golden Cat x Black Cat (I keep seeing TikTok slideshows of the two cats and it always makes me think of them)

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soooo

I had a loooong weekend of hiking around DC

it was fun though

I liked seeing all of the state flags and whateva

anyways, i hope u liked these

ily guys, byyeeee!

#wttsh #wttt #welcome to the statehouse #wttt new york #wttsh headcanons #wttt headcanons #wttsh new york #wttt california #wttt shipping #wttt massachusetts #stawpny #yuh

[pixelgirlsworld]

Party For Heroes (Dick Grayson x Reader)

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader, fluff, slightly suggestive, connects to Quicker Than That, Drabble, WC: ~800

A party where all of Gotham’s heroes in costume has got your boyfriend’s head spinning.

“You know, this really isn’t my thing.” Dick said, adjusting the neckline of his suit.

The heroes of Gotham decided to get together in costume for a Halloween party, Gar thought it would be a great idea for everyone to be in their suits and have fun for an evening.

“What, people?” You laughed, adjusting your cowl on your head, your hair making it difficult to adjust.

“Shut up loser, I meant parties.” Dick said, pulling you close to adjust your cowl for you.

“It’s just for a few hours, and then maybe we can have some Halloween fun at my place?” You teased, giving him a quick kiss.

“Well, when you put it like that…” He trailed off, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the venue.

The doors were opened and you saw an entire crowd of masked faces, the lights were low, and the music was loud. Drinks were being passed around by waiters, the party lights were bright on your faces, and Dick could not wait to leave.

“Well if it isn’t Daywing and Claws.” A voice sing-songed.

You turned to see Harley, more paint on her face than usual, her hair messily tied up into two pigtails. She had clearly been drinking way too much already.

“Harley.” Dick said, turning to her and crossing his arms.

“Harley!” You beamed, squeezing the blonde tightly.

“Oh, Claws, I knew you loved me! Come, meet some of my friends! Or, they’ll be my friends once they know I’m friends with you.” Harley slurred, tugging on your arm to drag you through the crowd.

Dick was about to reach for you to pull you back, but it had already been too late, Harley was pulling you through the room. You looked back at Dick to reach your hand out to him and mouth a small ‘love-you’ to which he returned. He sighed, walking around to the far end of the room where he found Jason and Tim. Tim was on his laptop, typing away, his face so close to the screen he might as well have kissed it. Jason was holding a drink, his back to the wall as he observed the crowd.

“Surprised you’re not messing around, Jay.” Dick said.

“And get caught up with a hero? No way, what if the sex is bad? That’ll ruin this for me forever.” Jason said, downing the rest of his drink.

“Dick, much?” The older brother responded.

“Ha. Ha. Ironic.” Jason rolled his eyes.

Dick reaches for his own drink, scanning the room and leaning against the wall with Jason. His escrima sticks across his back make it hard for him to lean comfortably. He pauses when he sees you, across the room, dancing with Harley. You downed your drink and hollered, jumping around the blonde as you danced. It shouldn’t have surprised him that you enjoyed yourself so much at parties, he just didn’t expect you to be so lively.

And God, did you look hot. He always saw you in your suit but its effect on him never weakened. He watched you dance, grabbing another drink once in a while. You were getting sweaty while dancing and unzipped your suit a bit, as well as undoing the buckle on your cowl. That was all it took for Dick to walk over to you, eager, wanting, and very turned on. He pulls on your wrist, making you look at him in concern.

“Nightwing, what’s wrong?” You asked, passing your drink off to Harley.

“We’ve gotta go, like, now.” He said in your ear, arousal dripping off his tongue.

You gulped, and turned to tell Harley you were leaving because of an emergency. She winked at you, getting the hint.

“Oookay cutie! Whateva ya say claws, don’t be pulling nothing fancy Wing Boy!” She yelled, pointing to Dick with a wave of her finger.

Dick was quick to pull you out of the venue, the two of you making it to your apartment in no time. His lips were on yours in no time, tasting the alcohol that lingered.

“Mph, babe, jeez what’s got you so turned on?” You asked, tilting your head back as he planted kisses onto the exposed skin of your neck.

“My girlfriend is insanely hot, and the alcohol wasn’t helping.” He unzipped your suit completely.

“So was it the suit, the alcohol, me getting sweaty, me dancing, or-“

“All of the above, now stop talking.” He rushed, pulling you to his chest and tugging the skintight material off your shoulders.

Boy were you in for a long night.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson x female!reader #nightwing #Nightwing x reader

[frick-it-sugar-spice]

(Or read it right here below)

tws for: anxiety/panic attacks, drugs and drug use are mentioned, a character mentions nausea/v*ing and related things but does not actually get sick.

Angel Dust is not having a good time and made questionable choices, Vaggie walks in on him suffering the consequences, they hang out. Hurt/Comfort-ish Angsty-ish

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“Look it made sense at the time, an’ I don't feel like I'm gonna die again or whatever tha hell that awful feelin was-”

Vaggie winced as Angel turned his head to let tears and drool drop from his face into the sink. She awkwardly patted his back, it's what Charlie would do, and it seemed like Angel needed something physical to distract from the situation he put himself in.

“Just,” Vaggie paused as the other demon coughed, “why the hot sauce. Why drink the hottest hot sauce we had in the fridge?”

“A shot of hot sauce sounded better than a shot of vodka or a line for a change, okay?”

 

Angel tried to snap, but the deep sniffling and constant streaming from his eyes, particularly the one set, sort of undercut the aggression.

“Aye, idiot you touched your eyes too? Get under the tap-”

“Feels like I'm gonna puke fire still Vaggie-”

“I won't let you choke if you do. You don't want to blind yourself either, get under the tap.”

With a strained, heavy blink, the lanky demon ducked down and Vaggie turned on the water. She ran it away from his face for a second while he gasped around the burning in his mouth and throat and the temperature equalised. Once the temperature was stable and Angel cracked open an eye to check on the hold up, he sucked in a breath and held it. She turned the tap on him and helped direct the flow of water more to the set of spider eyes that were the most red rimmed and streaming.

A few rounds of Angel dust pushing the tap away to shake off the water, gasp and gag, or simply catch his breath and then another dousing later, his eyes were burning much less. His throat, mouth, and lips still stung something awful.

“So. Hot sauce,” Vaggie crossed her arms and cocked a hip, “at asshole o'clock in the night. Why?”

“Just. Thanks for that, but don't ‘cha worry your pretty little head about it, okay?” Angel tried to snap.

He wanted to get back to his room before the horrible numbing waves of panic and nausea crashed back over him. Shit he still had an ice pack gripped so tight in one pair of hands gone so cold he didn't even realise he still had it until Vaggie had taken it and dropped it to the counter.

“Kind of the exact wrong words and tone for getting left alone in a place like this. Don't make me get Charlie.”

“Look- I,” 

Angel huffed and looked back at the fridge. The burn was wearing off, his head was going fuzzy again.

“I am just tryin’ to deal with my shit as good as I can, okay,” if his voice broke and was a little hoarse neither were willing to point it out, “I am trying to not be a fuck up, and i just want somethin’ cold and somethin’ to focus on that ain't whateva's- just, going… ugh.”

Angel's hand dropped from where he was pointing and gesturing around his head. The one hand hung limp while three others all worried at seams on his clothes or were picking at his fuzz and skin.

“I feel like I'm gonna puke, and just. Gettin’ a reminder that I'm here- like me, I, am right here, touchin this nasty ass hotel carpet, breathing here, and got somethin else to focus on… it helps.”

“Right. Okay. I think, I think I can get that.” 

“It sounds so stupid sayin it outloud. Maybe. I don't know, honestly if I didn't know it, I'd worry someone slipped me somethin again. I. Couldn't breathe or focus or nothing.”

“Does that… happen a lot?”

Angel bit at the inside of his cheek and looked away. Vaggie’s brows were creased so sharply it almost hurt to look at. 

“Nah. Maybe.”

Vaggie sidestepped Angel and opened the fridge. He couldn't look. He was going to start spiralling again if he couldn't leave, if she kept pressing, if he couldn't go and just even smoke a joint. At least that was a gone, dazed feeling he knew and felt less like imminent re-death. It was what he should have done in the first place, the hot sauce was stupid. It worked, but it burned like a son of a gun and-

Angel yelped as something icy cold tapped the juncture between his neck and topmost shoulders.

“Here. Cold,” Vaggie pressed a fresh ice pack into his less frozen hands along with a glass, “and something like club soda and a ton of lemon juice might not suck as much as the hot sauce.”

“Why ya acting so,” Angel gestured vaguely at her, “like Charlie over all this?”

“Cause it helps. To have something else to focus on to remind me that I am here,” Vaggie paused, “and I guess she’s starting to rub that nosy, helpful streak off on me too.”

Angel sat rather gracelessly on one of the chairs at the table. He kicked out a second one and crossed his legs before taking a sip from the glass. Vaggie took the unspoken invitation and sat. She even managed a lopsided smile and chuckle at Angel’s over-the-top sourpuss expression as he slid the still fizzing glass to her.

“Yeesh, I think I’d rather the hot sauce again, that's got a punch!”

“That's the whole point,” she took a sip from the other side of the glass, “ooof, shocks your brain back into the present, or so our Princess says.”

“A’course you picked that up from her. Got any other wisdom to share?”

“Well…”

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #vaggie #vaggie and angel dust #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfic #art ain't the only thing im good at ;) #txt

[k-nayee]

Hybe High public school au

wc: 8.3k Heavily inspired by Blackmilkbangtan's post

Dreamer M.List

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"____!"

You take a peek at the clock only to let out a pained groan.

5:40 A.M.

'Why the hell is this woman waking me up so early?'

Letting out a yawn, you snuggle back into the bed, too tired to even move.

"____!" The sound of someone coming up the stairs echoes around your room until the door bursts open.

Despite wanting to ignore her and go back to sleep, you knew it would only end with an immediate ass-whooping if you did.

So like the good daughter you were, you obediently sat up and faced your mother.

"Ma'am?"

Her eyebrows raise at your groggy answer, arms crossed with a spatula in hand. "Oh, so you don't hear me now?"

"Yes ma'am I heard you. But school don't start until 7:15."

"Okay and? What this gotta do with me? I don't care what time school starts. You still gotta get out this house before I leave for work."

With those final words, she turns and walks out the room.

Waiting until her footsteps go distant, you fall back to the bed with a groan and close your eyes.

'I'll get up in a few more minutes.'

"And you better get your ass up! Let this be the last time I have come up there to come get you."

You sit up with a glare. "Or not..."

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The sound of the radio fills your head as you reach the bottom of the stairs.

Walking into the kitchen, you smile at the sight of your mom placing a plate of scrambled eggs in front of your little brother.

"Morning~"

She gives your appearance a look before letting out a hum of approval. "Seems like you took heed of my words."

You lightly scoff at her playful words and kiss her on the cheek. "Yeah, either that or I'd end up six feet under. Hey Bubba!"

"Bubba!" [Brother Name] begins to bounce in his highchair at the call of his nickname, "Bubba! Bubba!"

"Yes it is Bubba! Yes it is!" Swiftly picking him up from the seat, you laugh when he squeals.

"Aight enough of that, let my baby eat his food. And we don't have a lot of time left so come eat." She shakes her head at the interaction with a giant smile.

"Yes ma'am," placing him back in his seat, you grab a plate only to freeze at the sudden ring of your phone.

____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: Aye can you pick me up for school in the morning? 9:42 PM ADORAble💝: No problem but you better hurry up or imma leave your ass 9:46 PM ____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: 🙄 Whateva. Night 9:47 PM ADORAble💝: See you in the mornin' 9:47 PM ADORAble💝: Hey I'm outside 6:20 AM

"____ get off that damn phone and come eat!"

"Sorry Ma, but I can't." You send her an apologetic smile as you pick up your backpack from the floor.

"And why the hell not?"

"Because my ride's outside waiting for me." Quickly grabbing a piece of toast, you stuff it in your mouth and walk towards the door. "See ya later! Love yo-ack!"

Your words are cut off by the yank of your collar, forcing you back into the kitchen.

Turning around, you're faced with your glaring mother as she forces a foam plate into your hands.

"Uh-uh. This ain't no movie-type shit where you get only one thing and bust out of here. Girl if you don't make a plate and eat it on the way there. I didn't raise you to be wasting food like that. And I sure as hell didn't slave over this hot ass stove just for nobody to eat it."

Head bowed in defeat, you pile up your plate with food.

"And put enough on there for your friend. I know they probably didn't eat since they came to pick up your wasteful ass."

"Yes ma'am," putting twice as much on there, you cover it with a bag before giving both her and [Brother Name] a kiss on the cheek.

"See y'all later, love you."

Halfway out the door, you stop at the sound of your mom's voice.

"And don't be having no damn attitude just because I'm trying to make sure you eating right either!"

"Ma ain't nobody having an attitude!"

"Who you raising your voice at?!"

You rub your forehead in exhaustion. "I only did it cause I'm almost outsid- nevermind. I'm heading out right now."

"Oh, so you mumbling under your breath now?!"

"I-bye Ma!"

Walking out of the house with a groan, you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a familiar red car.

"Hey Adora!"

"Don't Hey Adora me! I been waiting outside for damn near twenty minutes." Your friend/neighbor sends you a glare as you slide into the passenger side.

You raise an eyebrow at her words. "Oh really? So I guess you don't want breakfast then. Tch, and to think my momma made me make you a plate."

"Breakfast?" Adora perks up with a smile before making grabby hands at the sight of food, "gimme gimme hoe! I'm starving."

"Nah-uh. You can eat once we make it to school."

"Now that shit's unfair! You know your mama's food is good as hell."

"I know. That's why I'd be damn if we crash cause your dumbass tryna fight over the last piece of bacon with me."

Smacking her lips in defeat, Adora rolls her eyes and started up the car. "Whatever...but I am getting that last piece tho."

"Bitch just shut up and drive!"

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"So ____, you heard what happened with Kim Taehyung?"

You stop eating your pancakes with a sigh before turning towards the gossiping girl. "What happened?"

Adora quickly swallows the food in her mouth with wide eyes as she leans forward. "Aight, so it was brought to my attention that he got Suri pregnant."

Choking on your food in shock, you look at her. "Suri? You talking about that ugly bitch from second-floor Economics class?"

She nods her head. "Yeah! But you know it's all low-key and all since-"

"Kim Taehyung don't fuck ugly bitches, period." You roll your eyes at the phrase that's been around ever since his Freshmen year.

"Aw shit...there they go."

Following Adora's gaze out the car window, you catch sight of the black limousine pulling up to the school.

Usually, there'd be crowds of students gathering around the vehicle to see who's inside, but now, everyone knew.

Bangtan Sonyeondan, other known as the Bangtan Boys of Hybe High. They are considered the It group, everyone loved them...

'Dammit, them sons of bitches are here today?'

...well everyone except you.

Being the only one in the school who didn't fall for their good looks or charms, it seemed to make them gravitate towards you the most.

Some would say it was a blessing, but you said it was a curse.

"Hey ____, don't you have classes with all of them?"

Banging your head against the dashboard at her question, you prepare yourself for the day's encounters. "Yeah..."

~𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

Already dreading the next six periods of the day, you walk into the classroom with a sigh.

Your eyes skim over the class only to stop at the person in a black hoodie that you knew all too well:

Min Yoongi.

He was the only person in Bangtan that you never actually spoken to.

Instead of being the focus of attention, he took the role of that one quiet dude who sits in the back of the class.

No one- I mean no one has ever come close to holding a normal non-school-related conversation with him other than his small circle of friends.

In the school, Yoongi's considered the living, breathing form of intimidation: cat-like eyes staring at you as if anticipating your next move, face void of all emotion.

It's hard to even sit in a five-foot radius of him, but truth be told...the kigga was fine to not even try.

You'd hear of the countless attempts of girls trying to confess their love only to chicken out the moment his dark gaze landed on them.

Dude didn't even know people found him attractive until this one bold chick came up and told him so.

You will never forget the day he flushed pink as a look of confusion fell over his face.

"Alright class," you're forced from your thoughts at the voice of Ms. Johnson [English Arts teacher], "today I'm going to finally assign partners for this quarter's project."

As the whispers of who's going to be with who fills the class, you bow your head in prayer.

'Lord, I've been a good person right? Right. I do all...most of my work on time, I listen to my parents, and I even volunteer at the food shelter from time to time. Now I know you won't do me dirty with this project. All I ask is to not be assigned to no slow as- pardon, a person with a deficiency in common knowledge and book work. Oh, and please, please not Min Y-'

"Min Yoongi? You will be with ____ [Last Name]. Everyone's all partnered up? Good! Now please get to your assigned person."

'Yoongi...shit.'

Slowly turning around with pursed lips, you find him already staring at you in boredom.

His head nudges toward the empty seat next to him and you high-tail your ass over in avoidance of making him mad.

"H-hEllo" You wince at the crack in your voice as he pulls out some paper with a nod.

"Is everything good here? Need any more instructions?" You look up to find Ms. Johnson standing in front of the desk.

Yoongi pointedly looks at you causing your body to stiffen. "Nah we good Ms. Johnson. Thanks anyway."

"Aye yo Ms. Johnson! What was we supposed to do in the last part?"

Giving you one last smile, she turns and bends down to help another student.

"Goddamn! Ms. Johnson thicker than a bowl of oatmeal."

Eyes wide, you slowly turn towards Yoongi as he continues to look at her ass with an intense gaze before bursting with laughter.

"What?" He begins to laugh alongside you with a gummy smile.

"R-really dude?!" You wheeze out, arms wrapped around your stomach as tears filled your eyes, "S-she's damn near 40. Probably your momma's age."

"Shit, that don't mean nothing. With an ass like it's twenty, I'll gladly go for it."

Laughter grew louder than before, it was to a point where you didn't notice how the class went quiet and focused on the two of you.

"Ms. [Last Name], Mr. Min," you immediately stop laughing at the strict voice of Ms. Johnson and innocently look at her.

"Yes ma'am?"

"You want to tell me why you're causing such a disturbance in my class?"

Making eye contact with Yoongi, you bite your lip to keep from laughing more. "N-no ma'am. There's no reason."

"Uh-hm," she studies you for a few more seconds before finally dismissing it, "don't do it again or I'm putting you out...the both of you."

"Yes ma'am."

As she walks off, you share quiet laughs with Yoongi, ignoring the heavy gazes of nosey students around.

"You know ____, you kinda cool."

You scoff at his words. "You don't need to tell me that, I already know boo."

It was his turn to scoff. "Yeah, yeah."

Going back to the paper to start the project, a small grin adorned Yoongi's face the entire time.

Surprisingly, instead of doing the work, the rest of the class period was filled with both of you silently roasting other people.

Yeah, you're definitely gonna be sitting back there for the rest of the year.

'Maybe he's not as bad as I thought...'

~𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

"So...you just sat there and hanged out with him the whole time?" Adora raises her eyebrows as you walk down the hall to second period.

You shrug your shoulders. "Pretty much."

"I can't believe you bonded over Ms. Johnson's ass." She shakes her head in disbelief.

"I mean hey, have you seen it? Sis got a whole chariot back there."

Mumbling a you kinda right tho, she continues to walk forward as you stop at your classroom door.

"See you at lunch okay?"

You catch sight of Adora throwing a peace sign before disappearing into the sea of students.

"Good morning Ms. [Last Name]." You send a smile to Mr. Coleman [U.S and World History teacher] as he greets your fellow classmates.

"Morning Mr. Coleman! How have you been so far?"

The corner of his eyes crinkles up at the sincere question. "As great as always! Now, I want you all to get out your textbooks and open up to pages 2-"

His words are cut off by the sudden slam of the door, causing the class to slightly jump in surprise.

You turn towards the culprit only to let out a low groan of annoyance.

'Please, for the love of all things holy and pure...anyone but him.'

"Mr. Kim," Mr. Coleman's smile tightens into a grimace as the said student walks into the room with a cup of Starbucks in hand.

"Yeah? The fuck you calling my name for? Tell me whatchu want, I don't have all day."

Everyone holds their breath at Jin's words, body tense with worry as he saunters over to the desk next to you.

You look at your teacher only to find him rubbing his temples with deep breaths of air.

"Mr. Kim, please refrain from using such vulgar language in my class. Now what we were doing before you came in here was turning to pages 262-270 in the tex-"

Jin cuts him off with a squeaky laughter, hand slapping the desk as if he was told the funniest joke all of existence.

His eyes widen in shock once seeing no ounce of humor across the older man's face. "Oh, you serious? You must be out of your goddamn mind if you think Imma actually do this bullshit work."

"As you should know, I am nearly forty years your senior. So what you are saying to me is very disrespectful Mr. Kim."

"You right Mr. Coleman, you are nearly three times my age. But the question is: the fuck you gon do? Beat my ass? TUH, I think not."

The room goes quiet, the only sound being heard was of Jin sipping on his latte with raised brows.

Had someone from another school came and witnessed this, you're sure they would've had a heart attack.

But everyone here already knew what was happening and patiently waited until class started once more.

There was one golden rule that circulated throughout Hybe High: whatever Kim Seokjin does and says goes, no matter how wrong it is.

Being the son of two powerful people, it came with some very useful perks.

And one of them consisted of teachers being unable to kick him out in fear of being fired.

Another reason why he was untouchable was because of his looks.

Jin was fine as fuck, and he knew it.

There was never a day of him not wearing Gucci down to the socks like Big Poppa was his motto.

Saying homeboy was richer than Richie Rich wasn't an exaggeration.

Minutes passed before Mr. Coleman turns to the board and write down today's assignment.

"Okay class, I want all of this completed by the ring of the bell. Turn it in at my desk before you leave out."

Sitting down in his chair, he goes to his agenda to plan out future work as if he didn't just get his ass wrongfully handed to him.

"You so fucking wrong for that."

Jin frowns at the disapproving glare on your face. "The hell I do?"

"You really gonna ask me that?" You shake your head in disbelief and open the book to start on the work, "Bruh I swear...you rich people need to learn respect. Let you meet my momma and act that way. You'll be a brand new person messing with her."

Thankfully, it goes silent between you two which gives you enough time to finish everything.

Laying down on the desk for a nap, you peek through your arms when someone pokes your shoulder.

"What?"

Jin sends you a bright smile. "Can you help me with my work?"

"The fuck? You damn near smarter than me. The hell you need my help for?!"

"I know but," His plump lips form into a pout, eyelashes fluttering as he gazes at you, "I don't like doing this boring ass work. So can yo-"

"No." You turn away from him and lay back down.

"But ____!"

"Don't call me! It ain't my fault you ain't doing your damn work. What this gotta do with me? Jack-squat."

"I'll buy you lunch."

Slowly turning back with narrowed eyes, you observe his face for any deceit. "Anything I want? And I don't want that cheap ass lunch-food either."

"Deal."

"Aight, say no more fam."

Scooting your desk closer to his, you open the book once more. "So the first thing you gotta do is..."

~𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

"Yeah, I want a triple hamburger with extra cheese and a medium vanilla milkshake."

"Oh! Tell him I want extra french fries. Wait, and make sure it's an extra-large." You giddily bounce on your feet as Jin walks down the hall.

He rolls his eyes at your excitement before turning back to the phone. "And make sure to add extra-large fries...yes that's all. I want it all here before 12:30. Bye"

Hanging up the phone with a sigh, Jin looks down at you with an eye roll. "Tch...you better be lucky I like you enough to go through all this trouble."

"Don't forget that I helped you with your classwork you ungrateful ass child."

"Pssh whatever, just get to class."

You turn and realize that he had walked you all the way to your third period.

"W-how the hell did you know what my next class is?"

"I'm Kim Seokjin, I know everything," He sends you a wink, walking down the hall along with the other students.

"Stop doing shit like that dude! That ain't cool, and we sure as hell ain't no couple."

Walking into class with a huff, you slow down when seeing your teacher collecting his things.

"Um...Mr. Clark? Where are you going? Aren't you supposed to be in front of the class?"

He looks at you with a shrug. "It seems that he already knows today's lesson. So I figured why not just say fuck it and let him teach."

"Good morning third period!" Just as Mr. Clark sprints out of the room, you turn to find exactly who your teacher was talking about:

Kim Namjoon.

He's one of the most-in fact the smartest person you've ever met during your time in high school.

Being in the top ten of Most Handsome of Hybe High along with a deadly set of dimples, Namjoon was for sure a long-time crush of yours.

You would think he'd be the most sought-after person, but frankly, he's not.

With the tendency of playing the role of the smartass teacher's pet, many would find him more on the he fine but don't wanna hit it side of the spectrum.

"Mane dude get outta here! Don't nobody wanna hear your shit today!" A voice calls out causing Namjoon's eyes to narrow.

"Oh? And please do tell me why not." He crosses his arms with a fake smile, "because I would gladly be happy to fix the lesson if it causes you unsatisfactory."

"Nah bruh you hearing me wrong. It's not the lesson, it's you. I don't know why you think we forgot about what yo ashy ass did. Just because these thirsty ass hoes say it's okay doesn't mean we do."

You look at the glaring faces of all the black dudes in the class in confusion.

"What the hell happened?"

Their gazes shift towards you before softening. "I forgot you came here in 10th grade and don't know. Why don't you tell her, homeboy."

Namjoon begins to fidget, a nervous smile appears as he pulls on the collar of his shirt. "C-can we not bring this up?"

"Well since he ain't telling, Imma go ahead and say it," the dude closest to you leans back with a sigh, dark eyes still on shifty male, "back in freshman year ya dude here thought he was black and got a perm."

"P-perm?" You sputter out in shock, wide eyes looking around to see that they were serious.

"Oh, it didn't stop there. Should've seen him at the time! Sagging, grills, jersey shirts; all of that mimicry shit. Football team had to beat his ass when he said Nigga."

"Really Namjoon?!"

"H-hey! In my defense, I was uneducated as fuck and learned most of my English from Living Single and Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."

"Yeah, but really Joon? You really went that far?"

Namjoon's face grows red from shame, his hands covering the skin to hide it from the class's view.

"Come on! I get it: what I did was wrong and I rightfully deserved that beat down. But it's been years since it happened. Can't we just let bygones be bygones now?"

"Oh we been forgave you, it's just funny to see you grow all shy 'n shit."

He visibly relaxes at the laughter and smiles filling the room. "So...we good now?"

"Yeah, we good."

~𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

"Okay guys! Homework's due tomorrow, I want it turned in the moment you stepped through that door." The voice of Mr. Clark fills the room as the bell rings.

Things already packed and ready for the next class, you wait at the door for Namjoon to finish talking to the teacher.

"Namjoon!"

His dimples appear after seeing it was you. "Hey ____! You still down for me to tutor you for math after school right?"

"Ah, sorry I can't. I have to look after Bubba while my mom's at work."

"Bubba?"

"Oh," your eyes widen in realization, head lowering to avoid his curious gaze, "that's...my little brother's nickname."

You shiver at the way his deep chuckles fill your ears.

"Bubba...that's cute."

"Ha. Y-yeah, I try."

It becomes a comfortable silence between you two during the walk down the hall.

"So ____, I was wondering if you and Adora would like to hang out with u-"

"____!"

You look behind you to the source of interruption with dread. 'Oh hell no.'

"Hey," Namjoon tilts his head as the figure gets closer to where you were, "is that-"

"Well that seems like my cue to leave. See ya later Joon!" Speeding down the hallway without hearing a reply, you dip out of his sight.

After minutes of staying camouflaged amongst the hormonal bodies, you finally make it to your fourth-period class.

"Hello Ms. Pain- um...who are you?" You stop your greeting once taking a look at the front desk.

Instead of your beloved Calculus teacher Ms. Paine, there in her place was a small old man.

"My...name is...Mr. Abdul. And...today I...will...be your...teacher." He wheezes out through his oxygen mask before pointing to the class, "please...have seat. And...write name...for attendance..."

Quickly writing your name down on the piece of paper, you sit down and pull out your phone.

____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: Bitch...Ms. Paine gone for today! 10:25 AM ADORAble💝: Foreal? Did she leave any work out for us to do? 10:27 AM ____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: Don't know, but there's this small sick-ass old dude for our substitute tho. I feel bad for him 10:28 AM ADORAble💝: Damn. What's his name 10:28 AM ____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: Mr. Abdul 10:29 AM ADORAble💝: Oh shit! You remember that prank I told you about the Soccer team pulling on that foreigner teacher I had a while back? 10:35 AM ____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: You talking about the one who was duct-taped to his chair? 10:37 AM No...that's him?! 10:37 AM ADORAble💝: Yup. 10:37 AM ____, Slow but Faithful Hoe🤷🏾: They going to hell for that one. 10:38 AM

"____~" you freeze once a familiar musky cologne fills your senses, head dropping to the desk with a thud.

'Calm down. Your reactions to his bullshit will only egg him on more.'

Turning around with a sigh, you give the fakest smile you could muster up. "Hello Taehyung."

"Hey bae, you been missin' me?"

"Hmm, let me think about that...hell no." With a glare, you pick up your things and move to the back of the class.

"Why you gotta treat me that way?" Taehyung gets up from his seat and begins to follow after you, "now you kn-"

"Oh Taehyung~"

Both of your attention shifts over to a group of girls seductively waving at him.

"See? They want you. Now stop..." Your sentence trails off once you turn to find him already gone and over there with them. "...bothering me."

Kim Taehyung.

Out of all of the dudes in school, he was the most desired one on all grade levels.

It really wasn't a surprise upon finding out that he fucked almost all of the girls here.

Like, the kigga got a serious body count under his name.

Hell, if it wasn't because of their young age, he would've probably already wormed his way through the Freshmen. [We stan a man who has boundaries here😤]

Somehow, you were able to brush past his panty-dropping charms and treated him as any other regular classmate.

Wrong fucking choice.

Ever since the day of you dismissing his advances, he's been dead set on making you his.

Now to be honest, with his low-key lightskin fuck boy tendencies flaring up more often, there were some close calls of where you almost fell for it.

And it seemed that today was gonna be one of them...

"So ____," he drawls out your name with his deep voice, hands pressed on the desk as he leans close to you, "about earlier."

You scoff at his words. "Boy if you don't get out my face with that buffoonery. Ain't nobody but yo hos got time for that."

"Oh so you jealous? I don't know why tho. Cuz when it comes down to it: they just for fun while you the real thing."

Taehyung looks at you through lidded eyes, hand coming up to lift your chin as he leans even closer.

'Don't fall for it...snap out of it!'

"Tae...if you don't back the fuck up."

He pulls back from you with raised hands, a smirk still resting on his face. "Aight Imma back up. Damn ____, why you gotta be so hard to get?"

You look at him as he sits down and observes the outfit he's wearing today with a hum.

How he makes a white t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and some white sneakers look like some Calvin Klein-type shit, you may never know.

'Hold up...' Your eyebrows furrow when noticing his pants more closely, '...is that-'

You choke on air, head looking straight ahead so he won't catch you in the act of peeking.

'Goddamn! Why the fuck he wearing grey sweats KNOWING his dick big? No wonder why all these girls chasing after him.'

"Aye ____"

"H-hmm?"

The hair on your arms raises when Taehyung's breath fans the bottom of your neck.

"How 'bout you stop staring and finally hop on it like you should've been doin'. I know you want to."

"Oh God!" You let out a mortifying cry, head falling to your arms to hide your embarrassed face.

"____...____," he lightly grabs your neck, forcing you to meet his dark gaze, "we both know that's what you gonna be screaming out in a few minutes if you keep on-ah!"

His laughter fills the class when you begin to hit him in anger.

"Stop. Fucking. Playing. With. Me!"

"Aight I'll stop! Damn you hit hard as fuck." Taehyung sends you a boxy smile, the once fuck boy aura disappearing without a trace.

Taking a quick look at the board, you almost break down at the big bold letters of Turn in before the end of Class, worth a test grade decorating it.

With a quick glance at the wall clock, your eyes nearly bulge out. '11:05?! When? Where? How?'

"Shit shit shit!" You begin to panic, there's no way you could finish in the remaining ten minutes.

"Here," A paper is placed on top of the desk causing you to look over at a relaxed Taehyung.

Picking it up, the shock is evident on your face when seeing that it was the work...only this one was completed.

A lost look appears on his face as you stare at him in disbelief. "What?"

"The fuck you mean what? How the hell were you able to do all this?"

"Oh that? Yoongi goes to this class before us, so he sent me the directions ten minutes before we moved." He shrugs as if it wasn't that hard to do.

"You did all of this in just ten minutes?"

"Well yeah. Can't you?"

"Hell no! Shit like this takes me damn near the whole period." You look at Taehyung in awe, your perspective on him now changed, "and to think I thought you was dumb."

"Nah, I gotta act that way for the girls. You see how dry Namjoon be with his intellectual headass personality."

"Mmm, true true."

After ten minutes of speedily copying his work, you let out a sigh of victory of finishing just as the bell rings.

"Thanks Tae~" With your work in the bin, you send him a bright smile before walking out.

"Aye, now gonna give me a chance right?"

"Lemme see...that's still a hell no for me! Thanks for trying tho."

Taehyung smacks his lips with a shake of his head. "Damn bae you play too much, just let me fuck with you. I'll drop all my hoes no cap!"

"Bye Taehyung!"

You ignore his whines of protest when Jin appears with a bag of Dixie Queen. Quickly running up to him, you take it and whip out your phone with a smile.

"Adora you gotta meet me in the cafeteria girl. Look at all this free food I got hoe!"

~𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

"Aw shit...I think I ate too much." You let out a groan of discomfort, rubbing your bloating stomach as you walk from the cafeteria.

"See that's what your fatass get! I told you not to be eating all that food." Adora shakes her head at your whining.

"I know...but it was so good tho!"

She snorts at your words before turning you towards your designated class.

"Now go inside and digest all that food you selfishly ate by yourself. I'll see you in seventh-period."

"You really upset about that?! I worked hard for that food and you know it!" You call after her as she walks to her class, "Plus, how you gonna be mad when you didn't even ask? I don't read minds!"

Knowing how useless it was to continue to yell after her, you walk into the classroom with a sigh.

"____!"

You look over to find an energetic male bouncing in his seat as he waves you over.

"Goddammit Hoseok! Calm down," Mr. Boyce's [your Biology teacher] voice booms out in annoyance causing the younger male to smile.

"Sorry teach! Will happen again though!"

Jung Hoseok.

There were only three words in the entire world to describe this dude: Loud. Ass. Clown

You don't know if his mother dropped him as a baby or accidentally took too much weed when she was pregnant with him.

But one thing for sure, the nigga is so out of pocket and he says the wildest shit. Ever.

"Hey Mr. Boyce," the fragile voice of Jimin brings your attention to the front of the room, "Ms. Johnson wanted to give you this week's schedule."

"Okay, you can just sit it on my desk."

Walking across the room, the soft-spoken boy quickly does what he's told before leaving.

"Damn Jimin! Whatchu doing out here with all that ass on a Monday? Double cheeked up in the afternoon, the sun still out and all."

The room goes quiet at Hoseok's words, everyone turning to focus on what he's talking about.

"U-um...bye!" Jimin speeds out in embarrassment once noticing the number of eyes beginning to zone in on his ass.

To make it worse, the poor boy's last class was Dance of the Arts and he had yet to change out the snug tights he was wearing.

"All. That. Ass. Hm-hm hmm," Hoseok shakes his head as his gaze follows after Jimin's trailing chariot.

Was it mentioned that everybody thought he was low-key gay? No?

Yeah, that too.

"Okaaaay? Anyways, since I don't have anything planned for today we just gonna watch a video."

Cheers filled the room when Mr. Boyce turns on the projector with some educational video on pause.

With all of the drapes covering the windows, the last thing to be done was to turn off the lights.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Mr. Boyce quickly turns on the lights at the sudden scream. "What happened?!"

"Bitch if you don't get your big-headed ass off me!" Heads turn toward you glaring at Hoseok as he buried his head in your chest.

"Hoseok, what's wrong?"

You push him off with a huff as he looks up to your teacher with a sheepish smile. "I just scream whenever the lights are turned off. That's all."

"Okay...okay!" Rubbing his forehead in exhaustion, Mr. Boyce throws his hands up in defeat, "no video. Just write a few notes from this short slideshow and it'll be the pass for this week's test. You fine with that?"

With reluctant mutters of agreement, the synchronized sound of notebooks opening echoes in your head.

There were moments where the whole class-even the teacher- would hold their breath and wait for some crazy shit to be shouted out.

But surprisingly, Hoseok was quiet throughout the whole thi-

"Aye! Where y'all get that pic of Jimin and Namjoon from?"

You look up to see a picture showing the difference between a circumcised and an uncircumcised dick.

"You know what? Y'all can have a free day for the remainder of the period."

Turning in what you've written, you turn at the sudden poke of your cheek. "What do you want?"

Hoseok smiles at your bored look, not once fazed by the Yoongi like personality.

"I was wondering how your weekend's been. That's all~"

You perk up at his words with a smile of your own, remembering why you love hanging out with him in the first place. "Okay so on Friday..."

Minutes passed of you venting out to Hoseok as he willingly listened. It was one of the most efficient ways for you to get rid of your stress.

"And then she gon tell me Oh so you mumbling under your breath now, can you believe it?! Goddamn! She be going off on the simplest things. Oh and don't get me started on this one time where I-"

You suddenly cut off your words with pursed lips causing Hoseok to lean closer.

"Oh shit! What happened?"

Letting out a nervous giggle, you quickly shake your head. "N-nothing too serious. It's not something to be worried about."

"Now I wanna know since you acting like that. What? Did you get caught fucking Taehyung? You pregnant? Don't worry, he'll own up to it since you ain't ugly like Suri. He probably happy that he got you cuffed. Always talking 'bout she better get as much dick as she can, cause the very moment I'm in ____ it's gonna be the last time she ever gonna get some from another nig-"

"Okay damn, I'll tell you!" You cut off the rambling male before leaning in close, "So what had happened was..."

"DAMN ____, YOU SAID YO MOMMA BEAT YOUR ASS CAUSE YOU LEFT YOUR DIRTY PANTIES WITH THE STAINS OUT? WOW THAT'S CRAZY."

Shrinking into your seat from the heavyweight of the gazes around, you send a withering glare to the still gossiping Hoseok.

"Goddamn bitch! This the exact reason why I don't tell your ass shit!"

~𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

"____ I said I'm sorry! You know I can't control how loud I speak sometimes. ____!"

You continue to ignore the whining male as he trails after you to your sixth period- other known as the free period of the day.

Walking into the class, you immediately go to the back and sit in an empty seat.

"____ please talk to m-oh hey Jungkook!"

You look over to find the said male focused on the device in his lap.

"Is that Mortal Kombat?"

Swiftly looking up at you, he gives a stiff nod before returning to his game.

Jeon Jungkook.

The up-most purified symbol of a game-ass virgin who lives in his parents' basement for independence.

From his wide doe eyes to the raven-colored locks on his head, Jungkook could probably pass Taehyung's count if he wanted to.

But there was just one slight problem...

The boy is weird as fuck.

It's 2020 and yet he still plays with his 2011 old ass 3Ds, all day every day.

If not that, he'd probably be cooped up in his room to play Overwatch or some shit.

Growing up with PlayStations and Xbox-360s in your family, it didn't bother you, so it was easy to befriend the introverted gamer.

Finish Her

Letting out a satisfied sigh, Jungkook places the game down with a stretch.

"Oh yeah!" You look over to see him pulling out a small red tupperwear before handing it to you.

"What's this?" Your mouth waters at the sweet smell once you open the top, eyes taking in the food's colorful designs in awe.

"O-oh," Jungkook rubs the back of his neck as he avoids your questioning gaze, "it's just that I missed lunch and never got a chance to give you this. It's called-"

"Mochi!" Hoseok bounces in his seat and looks at you with puppy dog eyes.

Rolling your eyes, you pop a treat into his mouth causing his face to brighten in happiness.

"So when are you gonna start opening up your social circle?" You study Jungkook's lean frame for a moment before reaching over to also feed him.

He looks over at you with a raised brow, head laid down to allow you to continue giving him bites of the treat. "Whatchu mean? I already have you, the guys, and games. What more do I need?"

"I mean other people. Human people. Guys and girls your age man! You don't see the number of girls flocking towards you these days?"

Hoseok scoffs at your words. "Who doesn't? Not only is he the youngest of the group, but the motherfucker is also the strongest? Plenty of coochies tryna be served on a silver platter to him."

It was Jungkook's turn to scoff. "I don't know what y'all talking about. I'm not even that strong."

"Dude, you bench-pressed a nigga and threw him on the ground for messing up your Mario Cart Go score." You deadpanned at him with a blank face, "And you got the nerve to say you not that strong?"

"Yeah, and since most of the dudes saw they now think he's scary as fuck while it just made girls want him even more. Cause you know, they like the strong ones who can pick 'em up and throw them against the wall."

"Well they can want me all they want," Jungkook rolls his eyes at Hoseok's words before picking up the 3Ds once more, "cause I ain't fucking with them when they leave-outs looking the way they do. Should be ashamed of those messed up ass things they called edges too."

As he goes back to playing the games, you turn to Hoseok with a sigh.

"He's forever gonna be a weirdo is he?"

"Yeah. Not to mention how he uses the restroom too. Cause whew chile."

"Use the restroom?"

He sits up at your question and frantically nods. "Yeah! Did I mention he pulls his pants all the way down to pee?"

'All the way down?' Your head tilts in thought as you observe Jungkook with a pout, 'he ain't worrying about the piss on the ground? A true one.'

"His dick big too-"

"This why people think you gay."

~𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃~

"Adora!" You call out your friend's name just before she goes inside.

Waiting until you reach her, you both enter the class and go sit near the windows.

"Goddamn Adora! So much shit happened in one day, I just can't!" You lean against her for support as she pats your back in comfort.

"There there, just hang in there a little longer. 'Cause the moment class ends, you can go home and watch a Spongebob marathon with Bubba. Don't that sound nice?"

"Yeah...it does."

"Ah! Did you get the papers I requested for today's assignment like I asked?" You turn towards Ms. Kim [History of Dance teacher] as she faces the doorway.

"Yes ma'am. I was able to print out a good amount before the printer machine stopped working." A soft voice that you knew all too well reached your ears.

"That's good enough! I guess we'll just have to get in groups of three until there's more made. Would you mind passing it out while I go see if there's any in my car Jimin?"

"Yes ma'am."

The moment Ms. Kim is out of the way, your eyes are immediately glued to one thing and one thing only: ass.

Specifically Park Jimin's ass.

It was no joke when Hoseok spoke of it during fifth period, cause when people say the dude's got ass...he got it.

No matter what he wears, it always ended up looking good because the JiBooty [your personal nickname for him] never fails at doing so.

So many girls envied him, and so many guys declared going gay if it meant being able to get a night with him [and DAT ass].

Like seriously, homeboy booty jiggles when he walks. Just like now as he goes through the aisles to pass out paper.

'Bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce...bounce...bou-'

"____ if you don't stop looking at his ass and focus!"

You turn towards Adora with a pout. "You telling me all that cake ain't making you want to follow and spank it?"

"Spank what?"

Flinching at the sudden sound of Jimin's voice, you look up to find him staring at you with raised brows.

"She talking about how she wanna spank yo ass 'n shit."

You look at her in betrayal. "Bitch..."

"Then stop staring at his ass and do your work!"

He continues to look at your bantering before interrupting it by laughing.

You turn and nearly coo at the way his eyes form into crescents, a light blush filling his round cheeks in a reddish hue. [Sadly...not the ass cheeks]

Jimin sits down with a sigh and places the assigned paper in the middle. "I was gonna ask if I can work with y'all unless you only my ass to be on the team?"

'Hell yes! That's all I need, you and Adora can leave. I'll find a job to support the both of us...maybe even buy a little puppy.'

"No! Of course not," you scoff at his words and send him a smile, "we'd gladly let you join our group."

"Okay! So what are we doing now?"

"Write an informative essay based on the notes we had taken yesterday of the origins of Ballet," Adora flatly explains as she brings out a sheet of notes.

"Oh..." Jimin trails off his sentence, a lost look adorning his face at the girl's words.

Pulling out a duplicate of your notes, you slide it over to him causing a smile to appear.

"Thanks ____~"

Adora's mouth drops open once she sees Jimin take out his wallet and hand you a five-dollar bill.

"You know you don't have to keep on paying me every day just for some notes right? I usually just go to the machine and copy it." Despite saying those words, you still took the money and put it in your pocket.

"Oh I know, but I like doing it anyway."

"Well ain't this some bullshit!"

Both of you turn towards the girl as she shakes her head in disbelief.

"What?"

"What? What? You seriously asking me that? You out here doing his notes for some measly five dollars while you see a bitch back here struggling?"

You look at your hands with a pout. "I mean...he still gives me money even when I don't do it."

"That don't mean shit!" Adora shifts her attention to Jimin as he rolls his eyes, "and you!"

"Tch, what I do now?"

She scoffs. "You need to stop dragging behind! How the hell are you one of the top leading dancers in this school but failing in dance history?"

"Because Adora, that shit's boring as fuck! Don't nobody wanna waste their time listening and reading about the past. I sure as hell don't."

"You will when you're unable to graduate and struggling to find a stable job."

"Pssh, I doubt it."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really. I fail? Oh well. If you hadn't noticed all the designer shit I've been wearing, my parents got money boo. And to add to the facts, I'm the heir to Park's Incorporated after my father steps down. Plus with this ass and flexibility, I can easily be working that pole at night. Set. For. Life."

You shift at the tension between the two people, sweat grazing your forehead from their heated glares. "C-can we please just work on the essay now?"

"I swear... it's always gotta be about money," Adora ignores you and gives Jimin a once over, "I'll admit about the stripper one, but that's all you got babes. Cause we both know that if it wasn't for your dad, you'll be homeless by now."

Jimin sits up in his chair with a dark look causing your skin to crawl.

Most of the time he's all sweet 'n cute, but when you piss him off...he can turn into a scary-ass bitch.

"You talking about mines, but didn't yo daddy sell weed to support you? Oh okay. Come for me when you ain't no longer wearing those triple generation hand-me-downs from World War I."

'Goddamn...'

"T-that was only one fucking time! How the fuck do you know that?!" Her voice rises in pitch as a blush fills her cheeks.

"He told me himself. I knew from the start he didn't know a single thing about hustling the moment he started gushing about you when I said I attended here for school. Surprised he didn't get arrested from that shit."

"Guys!" Hands slammed against the table in anger, you finally grab their attention, "despite loving drama as the next person, now is not the time to be coming for each other."

"But-"

"Did I ask for an explanation? No! So do that shit after school!"

Jimin kisses his teeth with a sigh which caused your gaze to shift to him. "You!"

"Wha- the fuck I do?!"

"For saying that triple generation hand-me-downs from World War I shit. Now I'll admit it was funny, but then again them my motherfucking clothes she borrowed from me!"

"Well how was I supposed to know that! It ain't my fault you pulling it off while she looking the way she looking..."

"...okay Imma let you off because of the compliment. But I outta still smack the shit out of you for dissing my style tho."

He sinks into his chair with a pout, too afraid to glare directly at you so he does so at the floor.

"Now I don't know why the fuck you laughing!" Hearing Adora's laughter you turn towards her with an even harder glare.

She stops and looks at her lap. "Bu-"

"I ain't hearing shit from you! Stop starting stuff you can't finish, cause we both know that Jimin can easily flame your ass a new one. The bitch is a fucking Libra! Probably know all the messed up shit this whole town did over the years."

"Oh I do. Got eyes and ears all over the place."

You clap at his words in agreement while she looks at him with a sneer.

"Didn't you just hear me?! Stop terrorizing him! He even went after the damn Mayor and forced him to make October 13th the official Jimin Day and that no one else can have the same birthday as him. If that was possible, what makes you think you safe?"

"The fuck?" Adora looks at you in disbelief. "What the hell happened to the babies born on that day?"

"They either had to get it changed or be kicked out."

"...please say you lying."

"Nah, she's serious. Cause Park Jimin ain't sharing his birthday with none of these hoes. Period." Jimin leans back, dark eyes greedily taking in the way your friend pales in fear.

"Alright!" You turn towards the door in time to see Ms. Kim walking into the class, "it seems that there are not any more papers. So instead of turning in the ones you've done for a project, it'll be just extra credit."

The bell goes off just as she finished those words.

Collecting your things, you shake your head at the way he continues to taunt Adora before flicking his forehead.

"Shit! Why'd you do that?"

"Stop staring at her with that menacing ass smirk! You even making me feel scared from it."

Jimin's whole demeanor flips at your words. Jumping up from his desk, he coddles you in his arms.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you ____. Can you please forgive me?" He looks down at you with big bright eyes, lips forced into an adorable pout.

"Uh-hm, I'll see. But first, apologize to Adora. Poor thing almost looks like she about to hide away."

Jimin turns toward the flabbergasted girl and gives her a bow. "I'm sorry if I frightened you! Please forgive me."

"O-oh um..." seeing your encouraging nod, her lost expression melts into a nervous smile, "...it's alright. No need for that. All is forgiven."

You snort at the gleam of hope shining in his eyes as he looks your way.

"Yeah, I forgive you. But look at how maturely you handled the situation though! I'm so proud of you Jiminie~"

If this dude had a tail right now, you're sure it would be wagging like crazy.

Reaching up to give him an affectionate pat on the head, you also place a small peck on his soft cheek.

"____?!" By the way Jimin lets out a big gasp as he holds his face, you instantly regret your actions.

"Now Jimin," you hold your hands up with a grimace, "before you start freaking out. That was just a friendly kiss, so please don't go all out about this. I don't have time to deal with-"

"EEK! I HAVE TO TELL THE GUYS ABOUT THIS!" With a girlish squeal, he sprints out of the room.

You stare at the now empty spot, body shaking once realizing what the dancer is about to do. "...shit!"

"Wha-the hell?!" Adora yells out in shock when you yank her out the classroom.

"Keys bitch! Give me the fucking keys!" Your heart races in fear, eyes quickly zoning in on the red car once you step out of the school.

"What's wrong?! Why are we running?!" Despite asking she puts her trust in you and hands over the keys.

"By my calculations, there's a good five minutes remaining. That's enough time to get in and zoom off. We just have to leave before-"

"____!"

'Shitshitshit! I'm supposed to have five minutes!'

"Is...is that Taehyung?"

Refusing to look back, you tug on Adora's arm harder as you finally make it to the car. "Yes...and by the number of footsteps behind us, his after-school groupie is most likely following him."

"Tae what about us?!"

"Taehyung I love you!"

"Where are you going?"

"Taehyung I'm pregnant!

"Suri, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't fuck ugly bitches. Perio- ____ wait for me!"

You finally relax once you zoom off school campus, the crowd of people in the parking lot growing smaller as you drive away.

"Goddamn! You telling me you have to go through this shit every day?" Adora leans back with a sigh of disbelief.

Giving her a tired look, you purse your lips knowing there'll be hell to face tomorrow. "...yeah."

'Only at fucking Hybe High...'

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[coffeewithcocoa]

can you write a Hazbin oneshot about Charlie helping Angel put on his makeup for a drag performance?

Charlie helps Angel with makeup for a drag show!

Sure thing Anon!

I’m not gonna make this a romantic oneshot so this is just platonic!

~Enjoy^^~

Stupid fucking Valentino and signing Angel up for shit last minute. Angel swears that he does this on purpose to try getting him away from the hotel but at this point he doesn’t give a shit. If it’s a strip show than he’s not gonna invite the others but it’s a drag show, what’s the worst that could happen?

Angel was starting to get ready to look his best for the drag show. Carefully getting himself prepared while carefully doing his makeup. He was shaking a bit, ‘Get your mind off Val..’ He thought struggling to do his eyeliner. Suddenly he messed it up, angrily slamming his hand on his desk, “GOD FUCKIN’ DAMNIT!” Angel started pacing around the dressing room looking into the mirror.

‘Maybe I could get Vaggie or Charlie ta help me!’ He quickly ran over to his door, leaving his room attempting to find one of the two gals. “Charlie?” He looked around for her then ran somewhere else, “Vaggie?” Still no luck in finding one of ‘em.

A sigh left his mouth. “Shit..” he placed his hands on his face trying to remove the fuck up. Hearing a gasp from behind him, “Angel are you okay?!” He heard a females voice, it was Charlie. “Charlie!” He stood up and ran over to her.

“Could ya help me with my makeup!” He didn’t sound like he was asking, he sounded as if he was gonna make her do it. “How about you try saying it nicer.” Angel rolled his eyes, “Can ya please help me with my makeup?” She giggled and nodded.

“Come on, let’s get you ready!” She held out her hand for him to take and he gladly took it. “We don’t have much time, plus I wanna be perfect for Val!” He dragged Charlie off to his dressing room.

He sat down, grabbing all the makeup handing it to Charlie. “Is there a certain..style you’re going for?” She asked him, setting down the makeup. He shook his head, “Whateva makes me look hotter!” She scrunched up her face but nodded, “I’ll try my best!” She gave replied weakly.

~

Once she was finished she took a step back and nodded, “Done!” She smiled proudly at the work she had completed. “I’m so honored that I didn’t your makeup Angel! Now, what do we say when others do nice things?” He scoffed but replied nonetheless, “Thanks princess.” He crossed his arms, rolling his eyes sassily.

He quickly got changed when Charlie left the room. He did look hot though. Angel might just have to let her do his makeup from now on.

A satisfied sigh left his mouth as he placed a wig on his head. Looking in the mirror, grinning before fixing it up.

“Let’s go do dis shit.”

Thank you so much for requesting. Sorry if it’s bad but have a lovely day/night faithful sinner!

(Please give me any tips and tricks for writing on Tumblr! I just wanna make sure I’m fitting in perfectly fine!)

#Hazbin Hotel #charlie morningstar #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #husker hazbin hotel

[silkjade]

jade, i— your post… i'm speechless… but i'm leaving my first spicy ask here in your inbox. you were supposed to be better than this, not giving into the ratio & alhaitham obsession… anyway 🤭

would you be so kind as to tell me more about their dynamic with you in between them? how would they treat you? how would you treat them? how would they stand each other's presence (if not being too busy competing which one of them can make you feel better)? (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ♡

I KNOWWWW OMG I KEEP SAYING THAT I DON'T LIKE RATIO HE IS SOOOO ANNOYING !!!!! but... but... i m waving a white flag, i m weak to his terribly annoying charms (இ﹏இ`｡) are u speechless in a good way or a bad way ahhhhahahahaha

is it terrible of me to say i want them to be mean like idk idk i'm humbling myself typing all this out but like ok normally i'm a praise girlie but dr. veritas ratio throws the entire equation out ! of ! balance ! becus ! i think ratio is soooo annoying 'n there is a not-so-charming back and forth that alhaitham does not rlly appreciate becus fun fact: just like in my ss lore, i actually did used to find alhaitham annoying too LOL so perhaps he is a little jealous cus who's this loser know-it-all coming in & inadvertently stealing all my attention like that so um.... they start off competitive but realize they have common ground conducting an experiment... becus perhaps ratio, w all his doctoral degrees, has procured an aphrodisiac and.... something something let's see how many times she can cum before passing out or whateva um i mean what

okie um.. n'sfw ramblings below the cut ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

i think they’d get a kick out of seeing me even more flustered than usual and would be mean becus cuteness aggression……. cockwarming alhaitham while ratio makes me read his book aloud, only letting things progress if i can perfectly make it through this page… but iz hard ‘specially when haitham bucks up just for lolz so ratio must take it upon himself to educate this silly girl who— what ? can’t even give a proper blowjob ? rolling his eyes cus ugh alhaitham definitely spoils me too much so allow him teach me then … & i m suuuch a ppl pleaser, so i try my vry best, not that he gives me much of a choice anyway <.< and then they switch cus i must treat haitham too ! + ‘practice makes perfect’ or whateva

and neither of them let me cum, albeit for diff reasons: one is a bit irked at how eager i m to please someone else, whilst the other doesn’t think i deserve to just yet T^T begging ‘n begging ‘n begging until fine ! u will cum ‘n cum ‘n cum ‘n ( bye bye bye bye bye don’t look at me) ANYWAYS permission to not think — wanna be a dumb dollie between two jock nerds, just here to look pretty ‘n be folded every which way til tummie iz full of cummiez aha >.<

AND THE AFTERCARE MUST BE SUPER NICE CUS I LET THEM BE SUPER MEAN ໒꒰ྀི -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ꒱ྀི১ better be carried into a steaming hot bath and praised to high heaven uwahhhhh

#— 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼 #i m too silly rn don’t look at me #ratio says smthg ridiculous like “0 points” and gets ‘accidentally’ shoved off the bed by haitham whoops ! #✧ mutuals— ˗ˏˋ ꒰ manu ꒱ ˎˊ˗ #..⊹࣪˖⋆.࿔꒰ thirsts ꒱

[unveiledshroud]

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn't expect to? 79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why? 81. Who are five people you find attractive?

38-

Absolutely! Sometimes i can't understand my own feelings and why I have a crush on certain people or why i find some people attractive. Even things that are typically seen as unattractive can be incredibly attractive if it's the right person. That makes me think of this girl i went to school with, we absolutely hated each other and she was always so rude to me. At that time she was overweight and insecure and hung out with the wrong crowd. Fast forward like 6 or so years and we cross paths again and joke about our rivalry which according to her was bc she liked me lmfao. Next thing i know I'm coming to her house for a sleepover and making her squirt like a fountain 🤣 first girl to ever make me cum from head, too! She heard that I've never busted from anything but penetration and she said CHALLENGE ACCEPTED 💀

79 -

I feel jealous on a regular basis. Usually because I'm overly protective of my girly and i don't even want her to be in the same country as another man but. Sometimes i even get jealous when i see my friends being cute with other people 🤭 it's silly as fuck but whateva. There is one girl who is in a relationship and she's done some really hot stuff for me but then I'm like oh yeah i have to murder your significant other that's right.

81-

I only follow bad bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No particular order but

Obviously my princess @teddyandpup trump's all you hoes

Then we got my frail anemic thotty @liveleaker

Coming up next we got the magical @mirrorxballxxx

Can't forget the manic comedian @brattyminxx !!

The so sweet and lovely @deepseadevil

I could go on and on. All of my mutuals are so hot and cute and classy and not slutty at all

#anon game #ask game #anon ask

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

1. 2. 4. 8. 10. 11. 14. 17. 32. 33. 46.

This or that?

3. 6. 10. 16. 21.

For people with vaginas

1. 4.

ILYSM! This is so many questions I’m so sorry!!!

Hiii baby🤭

1 - What are the ideal nudes that someone could send you? With girls seriously I’m such a fucking simp if you send me a picture of your thigh or some side boob I’m gonna go crazy. But ideal I love ass pics omfg, tiddy pics too. Like a tiddy pic but your hand covering your nipples? So hot. For guys? Send me a video of you busting a nut or of you pulling your boxers down and your cock popping out or keep itttt.

2 - Have you ever humped a pillow until you came? Would you? Yes, not since I was like way younger but I definitely have lol. Would I now? Yes, preferably with someone watching me and saying shit like “oh look how pathetic you are, you’re so desperate you’re gonna cum just from humping your little pillow?” Phew whoa, new fantasy unlocked. Did I just come up with a fic idea rn?

4 - Genie granted you three NSFW wishes. What are you wishing for?

• I’m definitely gonna have to jump on that Steddie threesome train.

• Also I’m agreeing with you on having a girl sit on my face while I get railed… (you, me, & Eddie when?)

•VAMPIRE SEX I WANNA FUCK I VAMPIRE AND GET MY BLOOD DRANK IDC!!!

8 - Something you never did in bed and would love to do? I wanna squirt so bad but I just can’t idk how? One day I will I’m determined.

14 - What kink/fantasy of yours are you the most embarrassed about? Why? Hmmm I’m not necessarily embarrassed but I know a lot of people are as into pet play but god I wanna be someone’s lil pet so bad. Or even like slave idc. Just put me in a cage honestly. Ownership kink is craaazy.

17 - What body part would you worship on other people to the end of time because NGHHHH? On guys? Handssss just ugh, I love hands. Girls though? Thighs, ass, tummy. Literally in the whole entire body an option?

32 - What is your most unusual turn on? Honestly when people info dump about things they love it’s so cute/hot to me. Like I just want to tackle them and make out with them and fuck them and let them still talk about it.

33 - Do you have some songs you wanna get railed to? Listen… getting railed to deftones? Life changing. Getting railed to the QOTD soundtrack? Mind altering.

46 - What scent you find arousing? Oooh with girls I really like sweet scents, but also if you smell like essential oils and like you’re gonna know my life story based on my astrology chart? That’s hot too. With men I like more musky scents. Honestly overall though? I’m gross and I like the scent of peoples natural musk/pheromones.

This or that?

Ropes or Cuffs? I’ve never used ropes before, so I’ll say cuffs since I’ve used them and liked them. I’d like to try ropes though.👀

Creampie or Throatpie? CREAMPIE ALLLL THE WAAAAY!! I’m getting my tubes removed on Thursday and I can’t wait to get FILLEDDD y’all.😩

Forever watch porn or Forever read porn? Definitely read, all the way. Or listen to it. Audioporn is 😩🫨

Multiple orgasms vs Orgasm denial? Fuuuck I’m gonna say multiple bc I love overstimulation like hold me tf down and make me cum again.

Bites vs Slaps? Bites for sure, I love biting omfg. But I love some good slaps don’t get me wrong.

Questions for vagina owners

Do you like your clit touched? How is it best? Yes fuuuck I love it, I like having it sucked but if I’m getting it rubbed I like it wet and kinda light but quick. Idk if that makes sense LMAO.

What’s the nicest compliment you ever got about your vagina? What you think should be complimented on it? That it’s pretty, that it’s the tightest they’ve ever fucked. She’s cute or whateva we Stan her.

#Tori💋 #ask game #mooties ♡ #Dolly’s asks

[km045a]

My Current In's and Out's

IN #1. NAYEON!!!!!!!

My Twice biases are actually Mina and Sana (j-line come thruuu😂) bt these days, Nayeon has been catching my eye! I love her so much. I need her to ruin me. Run me over with a car, I'm not even joking. She is sooooo super cute. I LOVE TWICE! (I think that's another IN but I will just incorporate it into this one) I've been listening to POP! again recently and it's such a good album ngl, like it really gets my heart pumping. It gets me singing and all excited. THIS BITCH I KNOW WENT TO THE TWICE CONCERT WITH HER ENTIRE FAMILY AND WAS SITTING LIKE IN SECTION B OR WHATEVER WHICH WAS LIKE ONE OF THE CLOSEST SECTIONS TO THE STAGE BUT SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW THING ABOUT TWICE. SHE ONLY KNOWS FANCY. The day I found this out was a really sad day for me. Okay I did not plan this post out before starting on it but I already know what the first OUT will be.

OUT #1. HOW FUCKING LAGGY THIS WEBSITE IS BEING RN.

BRUH I AM TRYING TO TYPE MY IDEAS DOWN BUT I HAVE TO TYPE SOOOOOOOO SLOWLY AND GO OVER AND RETYPE SOME PARTS BECAUSE THIS WEBSITE IS TO LAGGY. I am mad. But life goes on..... #btsarmy.

IN #2. lesbianism

I get lesbians 🥺 (tommyinnit quote). BE WHO YOU ARE! Be gay do crime????? I need more lesbian representation EVERYWHERE. I MUST BE REPRESENTED. Not enough people talk about how pretty the lesbian flag actually is... LIKE! HELLO!????? Some more commotion for the flag please............. I know that a flag is merely a flag who we are is more important but like nice flag nice life or whateva.

OUT #2. summer.

I HATE SUMMER. I HATE SUMMER SOOOOOOO MUCH. IT'S ALMOST MARCH BUT IT'S STILL HOT. I HATEEEEEEEEE SUMMER.

okay bye

[ducknotinarow]

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"Me and our fearless leader uh? Well sure hes sorta corny but ya know than again never thought about it before?"

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"I never thought about it before but its not like Leo isn't a type? Mostly a type I like to annoy but it's kinda cute how he gets annoyed and just has to get in my face after wards that's all. I dunno that up tightness might be fun to see if I can get him to chill out if he let me replace the stick out of his ass with something else"

"Fearless uh? getting curious if I eye my brother for more than jus' fightin' cause yeah okay I do maybe do it more 'han just to size 'em up time to time."

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"Boy do I love jus' love flusterin' Leo though, messin' around with him especially when he wanna be all serious and focus? Watchin' how easy he comes undone just from my attention? He soaks it up and eats it when I play into his little kinks too. If I feel 'ike it. Boy he drives me crazy though Leo just knows how to get under my skin and rile me up. Then again would make it more satisfying to take 'em after he's been an ass with me. An' well not to menton i'm pissed at 'im for leaving us still but..damn I missed him."

"well I can' really deny I haven't ya know looked here and there. Sides hard not to when we tangle in the sparring matches so much."

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"I'm a sucker for those blue eyes what can I say? Yeah Leo pisses me off better 'han anyone even. He gets so full of himself despite what he 'ikes to think. An' yeah we butt heads a lot. But I 'ike hanging with Leo. Even if it means watching that dumb show of his Space Heros or whateva it's called pft I dunno." He dose "But. I kind of also 'ike the fightin' all of it. Ya know? How heated our fights can turn? How rough our fightin' turns even? Sometime's I jus' wanna smash my mouth against his to shut him up. When he starts lecturing me. Pin him back to the nearest wall and jus' ya know go from there."

"Pft wish he stop acttin' stupid round April.."

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"Yeah look I got a 'hing for Leo okay? He so cute. He gets fidget and nervous but damn when that confidence strikes 'im? Kinda hot when he went and sounded 'ike a real leader. But he's makin' a fool of 'im self going for April. Look sees fine jus' man she ain't into you so why can' he ya know see 'hat and look else where? I chat wit' my buds on the team and they talk 'bout the girl they 'ike but I jus' sort of only think of Leo when we talk about all 'hat stuff together."

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