WELCOME TO PARADISAL PARKS!Your eyes are open, and you’re quick to realize: any former home you might’ve known is gone. Fade to black. Are you dead? Well, possibly, but if that’s what you choose to believe, then what stands before you now should stand as quite the surprise.
An MFRP set in a mysterious amusement park clad in bright colors and attractions, PP holds several dark, rude awakenings that linger nearly every place you turn. While it might look inviting, there’s a catch to this elysian bliss: exits do not exist. We’ll be accepting both animated and real life characters from all mediums. Please be sure to read through everything before sending in any reserves!
word count: ~700
summary: It’s not a boyfriend thing, he’d always say. It’s mostly for himself, but he’s too far in denial to be that honest. Feelings were never Tsukishima’s forte.
im dyng.. my first fic ever. what a moment this is..im too obsessed w kurotsuki nowadays and though im really new to ths i tried my hand at writing them dfgg i hope you like it? or something?
Tsukishima’s not sure how he got here, knees digging into Kuroo’s hard wooden floor, gripping tanned knees and an undeniably large dick in his mouth. It’s a blur to him mostly, but it’s probably Kuroo’s fault (it always is). Some suave words and cheesy pickups equaled casual blowjobs it seemed, if you were ‘well acquainted’ with Nekoma’s Captain. He doesn’t mind much, really, Kuroo’s face is just as convincing as any of his horrid pickup lines—he isn’t exactly hard on the eyes, after all. Not that’d the blonde would ever let him know.