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disco-elysium-via-polls · 7 months

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The key we picked up allows us to enter the apartment building.

Eviction notices and missing pets are plastered on top of each other.

This box is filled with cleaning chemicals. Smells of laundry detergent.

The closet also contains a pair of glasses.

FLIP-UP GLASSES "THE AUDITOR"

These flip-up sunglasses were fashionable in the Old, but have since lost their popularity. These thing gold-alloy wire frames are a reminder of drug-addled bohemian artists. these days the glasses are only favoured by organized crime accountants who desire to look cool.

+1 Logic: Balancing the books

-1 Authority: Filthy boho, probably a narcomaniac

Our authority has already taken a number of hits from various Thoughts, so I leave these off for now.

An old shoe rack. Boots, sneakers and old slippers.

This door just opens.

These shower curtains are covered in some sort of slime.

There's also 0.42 real in here.

DOOR, APARTMENT #12 - A shabby door hangs oddly on its hinges, secured to the doorframe with a safety chain. An unpaid energy bill is attached, threatening to cut off the electricity. It's addressed to Mr. Uuno de Ruyter.

"Looks like we found where Cuno's dad lives." (Point to the bill on the door.)

Knock lightly.

[Interfacing - Easy 8] Use the cutters on the chain.

[Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "And the place comes with three months' worth of utility bills."

2. Knock lightly.

DOOR, APARTMENT #12 - No response.

INTERFACING [Easy: Success] - You'll need to equip the chaincutters to enter. Snip right through the metal!

Sure, just equip the chaincutters...

3. [Interfacing - Easy 8] Use the cutters on the chain.

INTERFACING [Easy: Failure] - It should be easy, but... it's just an awkward angle, okay? The door doesn't *really* open wide enough to really get the cutters through. You can't get the leverage you need. And the cutters are blunt. AND the chain is... just super strong, okay? It's not your fault you can't cut it!

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant smiles. "Trouble with the chain, officer?"

"These are no ordinary chains... they are *titanium* chains. *Supreme-titanium*, Kim."

"Hey, don't look at me! You're the one packing shitty chaincutters."

"I'll be honest: I'm just not that good with my hands."

KIM KITSURAGI - "*Supreme-titanium*?" The lieutenant blinks. "Sure. A door inside this complex has super-hard, super-expensive chains."

INTERFACING - You can't stand for that! Come on, show him what you can REALLY do!

+1 Won't be beat by a goddamn door.

INTERFACING [Easy: Success] - Snip! So much for that goddamn chain. The links fall to the ground on the other side of the door. You have bested the titanium menace.

+5 XP

Level up!

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant looks worried. "I know there's no stopping you -- but let's at least make this quick."

Alright. Let's go confront the *most violent man in Revachol*.

WRITING DESK - A phone book lies open on the table, covering a stack of utility bills. Right next to it, in plain sight, sits a small bottle of amphetamine, conveniently equipped with a straw.

Very loud snoring can be heard from the next room.

"Lieutenant, I've located psychoactive substances on this table."

Take the speed from the table.

[Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Good, confiscate it."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - The minuscule amount of amphetamine doesn't interest the lieutenant in the slightest. He listens instead to something in the other room.

2. Take the speed from the table.

WRITING DESK - You pocket the bottle as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Item gained: Speed bottle

[Leave.]

Glossy erotica covers the wall, wrinkled from moisture.

A PILE OF CLOTHES - A bundle of clothes heaped on the bed. A stained parka, some towels and a duvet. Some socks even.

"Hold up, lieutenant. Look at that pile of clothes."

Slowly reach out your hand.

Nothing to see here then. [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "Mhmh..." The lieutenant has covered his nose.

Slowly reach out your hand.

A PILE OF CLOTHES - Something underneath there is breathing.

INLAND EMPIRE [Medium: Success] - It's not too late, no one's going to blame you for backing out. You don't have to do this. Just get out.

Keep extending your hand toward the pile.

Fuck this, I'm out. [Leave.]

A PILE OF CLOTHES - Your hand touches a greasy duvet, covered in cigarette burns and ketchup stains. You hear a growl. There is something *alive* underneath it.

Pull the blanket off.

Fuck this, I'm out. [Leave.]

CUNO'S DAD - You see a 60-year-old fat red-headed man passed out from large amounts of alcohol. And god knows what else. The smell of shit rises from his mouth.

You don't have to take him down. He's already down.

"Kim, is this thing even *alive*?"

"Is this... Cuno's father we're seeing?"

"Maybe we should help him somehow?"

(Whisper.) "I took your amphetamine, old man."

[Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "I'm afraid it is. Look, it *moves*." He points to a fleshy lump sticking out from the other end of the blanket. The limb seems to be twitching from time to time.

CUNO'S DAD - A groan rises from the man's throat, dry like a death rattle... He's trying to say something in his sleep.

2. "Is this.... Cuno's father we're seeing?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Well, judging by the colour of his hair I would say yes, it is."

CUNO'S DAD - The lieutenant's right -- the man's unwashed hair bears a familiar ginger tone. Even the hair on his chest is coppery. The light from the window falls into his half-open eyes.

"I was expecting something... worse."

"I can't believe it, Cuno's dad isn't a loser! It *must* be someone else."

"Doesn't look like he's going to fuck anyone up anytime soon."

KIM KITSURAGI - "No, it really doesn't." The lieutenant tilts his head. "This looks very hard to recover from."

"This man won't be feeding his family any time soon. Not that he was, but..." The lieutenant thinks to himself. "At least he won't be beating his son."

CUNO'S DAD - A pair of half-open bug eyes is staring back at you from the dark, empty and frozen. It's clear that the person behind them is not awake.

"Hold on, what happened to his eyes?"

"He's gonna sleep it off, I know this shit."

"This is serious damage, I'm still not sure he's not dead."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Can't you tell? It happens to exceptionally *committed* substance abusers. They fall asleep with their eyelids still open. Not a pretty sight."

3. "This is serious damage, I'm still not sure he's not dead."

CUNO'S DAD - "Fuckn... k... f...pi..." Suddenly the man starts growling. Three words manage to escape his mouth, along with a strong stench of alcohol.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Look, he's trying to communicate."

3. "Maybe we should help him somehow?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "What is there to do? We could turn him on his side, so he doesn't choke on his own vomit. But he's already on his side..."

"Excellent form."

"Poor guy."

Nod.

KIM KITSURAGI - "We could take him to Remedie or Saint Batiste, but he doesn't have money for medical services. The Almshouse would turn him down..."

"They don't do charity for people who're trying to kill themselves. Besides, he'll be dead in a few…" The lieutenant stops, listening to him.

CUNO'S DAD - The pile of blankets grunts miserably.

4. (Whisper.) "I took your amphetamine, old man."

CUNO'S DAD - Silence... Only heat emanates from the sleeping body.

I put a hold on Remote Viewers Division so we can have a better chance at this next Perception check.

5. [Perception (Hearing) - Medium 10] Figure out what he's trying to say.

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Medium: Success] - The man groans once again, but his tongue keeps failing him: It's impossible to make out the syllables. A hand emerges from the blankets, trying to gesticulate something...

And then it dawns upon you, clear and surreal...

"Pigs," he says.

He's trying to call you pigs.

"What did you just say?"

"You're awake... He's awake!"

"Fuck you. Die."

+5 XP

CUNO'S DAD - His hand falls back on the bed, limp and defeated. A loud snore escapes his mouth... He's asleep again.

KIM KITSURAGI - "At least he got to say his piece."

5. [Leave.]

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #cuno's dad

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the-furies · 1 year

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crashes in here. dusts myself off. anyway.

🍄 Do you headcanon any characters as plural? Who and why?

im pretty sure ik the answer. i want details anyway. [grabby hands]

🌾 Do you have an inner world? What's it like?

im always so interested what other peoples plural experience. our headspace is basically its own universe. whats your guyses if you have one???

🍄 u fucking already know what's up our main hc is that Harry is plural and it's practically canon actually Let's be real. WITH THAT BEING SAID LET ME GET INTO. SOEM DETAILS . [aka i am infodumping. i am infoodumpingna Lots.]

b4 i start off the lines blur on whether shit is hc or shit i/the others remember from Our Canon LMFAO so anyways:

Mixed origins. *Points at Shivers* that bitch just showed up one day! Also Limbic + ARC were born with him. So if we wanna add labels then those would be primarily traumagenic w a couple protogenic sysmates & at Least one walk-in. oh also his tie is a headmate too ofc. Hallucination at first but also his ass got introjected later.

We r actually working on a timeline of who formed when and everything is v much up in the air fr a lot of us but Anyways aside from ARC & Limbic, Composure & Half Light formed first. That much we r Certain abt. this also counts as a hradcanon btw bc we r the kind of bitch that shoehorns our canon into shit . "this is my headcanon on things haha" is how we get our shit across 2 non-systems HWJAJSJDFJFJDJSJ

tho besides those 2 a quick rundown of everyone else we know of so farrrr uhhh. From oldest to most recent: Inland & Empathy in his childhood, Encyclo, Volition, & Rhetoric in his teens, Pain Threshold coulda formed anywhere in between childhood and teens tbh we are Not Sure. And then we're Certain Physical Instrument formed when he got a job as a gym teacher. Or while he was in highschool??? one of those. Idk. Same w Endurance. And then when he was in his like 20s-30s I formed and everything went downnnnhilllll HWHSJDJDJFFJ. Once he joined the RCM Esprit formed & then ????????? and after The Incident, Shivers showed up. Anyone not listed here we have zero clue on when exactly they formed 👍

HOWEVER ASIDE FROM HARRY WE ALSO HC EVERYONE IN DE AS PLURAL IN SOME WAU IM SURE I BROUGHT THIS UP WHEN WE ANSWERED THIS SAME QUESTION LAST IDR. but yeah anyways. Everyone's Skillsets would manifest differently [Kim's fr example manifest as him writing in his journal] & everyone has different Skills. except fr maybe a couple? Like multiple people would have Empathy Skills probs but some like Shivers would be specific to Harry.,,, Kinda. I mean. Ok so how we see Shivers specifically using plural community language is that She's a walk-in and a factive (?) of the entire city. But also supra-natural shit is involved there too It's A Lot. ANYWAYS WHAT IM SAYING IS MULTIPLE PEOPLE CAN DEFINITELY FEEL THE CITY SPEAK TO THEM IT'S JUST SHIVERS AS WE KNOW HER IN-GAME IS SPECIFIC TO HARRY, FJJSJSDJDJFJ BUT YEAH NO EVERYONE HAS DIFFERENT SKILLSETS & THEY MANIFEST DIFFERENTLY FOR EVERYONE TOO one day when we have more spoons 4 thinking. we will come bacj 2 this. HFJDJDJFJF

🌾 WE DO!! It changes often though! rn since it's like,,, JUST us Skills in the fronting roster [MOMENTARILY!!! ROsie and Allan aren't dormant they're just majorly afk!! fhsjdjfjf] the main headspace view is HARRY'S headspace and *THAT* is just. longgggg winding black voidy rooms that have little to no start and end. We're forming shit though! And stuff is sticking!

We have a main area that's just a dining table & one of the rooms we've found is like. a buncha sleeping bags & a campfire? We call that room Composure's room cuz it's where it usually is.

Uhhh mine, Encyclo's, and Volition's room is similar to the master bedroom in the house our core grew up in. Which sidenote is fucky as hell cuz that's ALSO the room where our nightmares take place in! Thanks brain what the fuck! HFHDJDJDJFFJ

And then Reaction Speed kinda has xir own room too it manifests as the inside of a tent? It's tiny. but cozy? Idont think anyone else has their own rooms in Harry's headspace [and neither does Harry btw. His ass can barely manifest here unless someone yoinks him in here or it happens by accident jadjfjfj]

OUTSIDE OF THAT THOUGH WE HAVE A TONNNNN OF LAYERS & ALL FHJSJF the main layer is currently an open field w some trees & flowers on a hill. A lil ways in front of the tree is The Cave™ that holds The Fog™ [partial mix of The Pale?? but also The Fog is our own brain-made TMA-adjacent Entity. It's the embodiment of our brainfog & all. We have 2 Fog avatars one is Trant and the other FUCKING DIED I THINK BC THE FOG GOT HIS ASS???!! ithink he's still in the cave actually? Idk he existed for less than a week before disappearing!!!! Rip Mr Whitely you wil be missed maybe. Idk. cuz ur ass was a serial killer or smth in ur source so like, [lh]]

UHHHH A BIT FARTHER from the Cave is a lil cabin that belongs to Harry & Kim. And a small walk down the hill the cabin is on is The Manor™ and the Septic Household™. Both groups that those houses belong to are currently dormant rn but The Manor is still Very Much Alive Apparently so we uh. Try to. Upkeep her. So she doesn't try. to kill us <3. [I Jest i don't think she can do anything. Idk. But Dark said to not leave her alone Lest Shit Happens and i DON'T know if they were fucking with us. dhajsjfjfjfjf]

Anddddddd. Above our main layer we have,,,, uhhh. The Outskirts? Which is the layer one of our overseers, Mischief, lives in. It's like.,,, a buncha pink & purple clouds u can walk on it's pretty. above that is The Outer Nothing which is where Infīnītus & our other Hierarchy members live. The Outer Nothing is uhhh. Nothingness? Space? Void? something like that?? Idk nobody can visit it unless they're apsrt of the Hierarchy and those fucks don't front unless it's ab emergency and nooobodyyyyyy in the roster rn is anywhere NEARRRR being eligible to Join The Hierarchy I think???? so. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯! JFJSJXKCKCKDJD

we have other layers I think but they're inaccessible rn. We can access The Outskirts if need be via The Cave and from The Outskirts we can TECHNICALLY GET TO THE OUTER NOTHING but the entrance to it is blocked off a la invisible wall </3

-Electrochemistry

#ask #SORRY THISNIS SO LONG SJZJAKSKDXKCJCJDJCC #if anyone's Possibly eligible to joinn the Hierarchy it'd be either Shivers or Concept #and Shivers would immediately say No and Kindly Fuck Off #and Concept would be like....... no.......... if i join that means I'd have to be serious about my job :[#I can't send people to The Woods if I have to take my role seriously :[ HWJSJDJDJCJCFJSJ #y'know 2hat Inland migjt could also join but nobody would want that. HDJDJXJCCN

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lee-kangin · 3 days

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hello hello! how have you been? i hope you're doing alright and are having a good day <3

i'm buzzing at having secured tickets for my national team's fifa qualifying match against south korea in june! i'll be attending with my mum (who's just there to watch sonny LMAO) and i'm hoping for a good match, despite us having a close to non-zero chance of beating south korea.

i admit my knowledge of the south korea nt isn't great (the only players i know of/follow are sonny, lee kang-in, kim min-jae and cho gue-sung) so as the south korea national team expert, who are others to watch/your faves? thanks and COYS - 💙

hello hello 💙 anon!!! i’m doing okay, hope you’re well! and oh my god i’m SO jelly, that sounds like so much fun! so glad you got tickets to go see the lads and your mum’s a real one for wanting to go just to see sonny. i’m sure it’ll be a good match 🫶🏾

ah thank you so much for thinking of me as an expert on sknt footy that’s so sweet 😭🥺 i wouldn’t say that’s true but i know enough to answer your question! so as for other players on the nt (you mentioned in your other ask you know heechan so i’ll leave him out), there are a lot that are super fun to watch! i’m not sure who’s going to get called up since we’re between managers at the moment but going off of previous lineups i’d keep an eye out for:

lee jaesung (31, mainz, CAM/RW)

jaesung has been a cornerstone of the nt for ages, he’s the same age as sonny and the two of them link up very well. normally jaesung plays in the attacking midfielder role and that’s where he functions best in the nt, sometimes they try to shoehorn him onto the wing but that normally doesn’t get the best out of him. he’s been described as having an engine similar to park jisung. he just runs and runs and runs!

seol youngwoo (25, ulsan hyundai, LB/RB)

youngwoo is fairly young and has just got his first run out in the nt over the past year and he’s been doing pretty well! he’s very well regarded in both the k league and now in the world of football data outside the k league as well (there are rumours of prem clubs being in for him). he’s a good modern fullback and does well to support attacking play as well! also he’s the one who said on a tv show that he wrote ‘i want to play with son heungmin’ in his childhood diary, which is everything. wouldn’t be surprised to see this kid in europe sooner rather than later.

paik seungho (27, birmingham city, CM/CDM)

oh, seungho. i don’t know if he’s going to get called up honestly especially considering birmingham city also got relegated this season to league one. there’s a good player in there somewhere, he’s one of our ones who went to spain, like kangin and lee seungwoo, but then he lost his way a bit. he’s been good for the nt whenever he’s appeared for it, most notably scoring the consolation goal against brazil in the wc. i suppose we’ll see!

jeong wooyeong (24, vfb stuttgart, FW)

wooyeong has had an interesting season! he was the top goalscorer in the asian games last season but scored his first goal for stuttgart just a few days ago when bayern played them. there’s potential there, i think, he just needs time and a proper manager. he plays all along the front!

one wild card long shot:

eom jisung (21, gwangju, FW)

i don’t know if they’ll call jisung up but he does already have one appearance for the nt i believe, as well as one goal. there’s a lot of whispers in korean football circles about this kid being ‘the next son heungmin’ and while i a) don’t want to put that pressure on him and b) don’t think anyone could technically come close to the impact sonny’s had on the game, there are aspects to jisung’s game that remind me of sonny. he doesn’t have that same off the ball movement and speed, as he’s admitted himself and also said he wants to learn from sonny, but the way he runs and shoots the ball with either foot is very reminiscent of him. i’d keep the name in your memory, maybe he’ll come good, maybe he won’t. but he’s fun to watch!

anyway, these are just a few players!! i’m hoping for more ‘unknown’ players to be called up from the k league but i left those out mostly since i’m not sure who’s actually going to be on the list. once we get the callups for the qualifiers shoot me an ask and i can talk about who to keep an eye on the most from the list!! hope this helped somewhat have a lovely day 💙💙💙

#also thanks for being so patient hehe 🫶🏾 saw your other ask will get to it in the morning 🥰#rahul answers

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Also, like Kang Ho-dong and Kim Byeong-ji, he did not just fight well [13], but was also a serious delinquent youth and Iljin who committed evil on his own.

Already in the first year of high school, at the age of 17, he committed robbery and theft nine times, and was sentenced to three years in prison and five years of pr장월신명 다시보기 1화-40화 한글자막 (중드)obation in the first trial. With the admonition, 'You must become a great baseball player who surpasses Seon Dong-ryeol, you must repay your debts and favors.' It was a puck that was considered the worst.

Judge Kim Soo-hyung not only made that ruling at the time, but also met with then Busan High School baseball coach Cho Sung-ok and bought him sashimi and showed continued interest in asking him to develop Great Great into a great player. He committed assault and spent 1 year and 6 months in juv장월신명 다시보기 1화-40화 한글자막 (중드)enile detention center. Anyway, after that, I woke up and recorded excellent grades in the national high school competition, and I succeeded in graduating from high school as a baseball player without any trouble.

Because of his protective disposition history, the Lotte Giants turned away from Great in the 2007 rookie draft [14장월신명 다시보기 1화-40화 한글자막 (중드)], and instead selected him in the second third round from the SK Wyverns. [15] The KIA Tigers, who initially missed Jung Young-il, tried to pick him up in the second round, but gave up after being warned by the highest level of the club to be aware of public opinion.[16] At that time, it was 2007, that is, Kim Gwang-hyun and the motive of joining. He said that he could not receive the first nomination of Lotte, a related te장월신명 다시보기 1화-40화 한글자막 (중드)m, because he was paid for one year as he himself revealed.

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officialgomezaddams · 2 years

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Anakin X MILF!Reader

not me projecting lmao. um contains slight smut so be warned i guess. not me writing this like the milf in q is kim kardashian

*”Don’t embarrass us, Anakin,” Mace Windu sternly tells the Padawan. “The last thing any of us wants is for something like this to get out of hand. I am not your master. I am only here by default. I will not coddle you when you enviably screw this mission up somehow.”

*Anakin stayed silent as he followed the older Jedi to the ship’s hanger wait beforehand show up. Mace Windu always had a way of putting him down, and his excitement earlier was definitely knocked down.

*Obi-wan was sick, flu season was upon the temple, and being surrounded by grubby little Grimey kids who didn’t understand the high value of hand sanitizer didn’t help.

*It also didn’t help that Obi-Wan had fought with the council to let him and Anakin take the security mission, knowing Anakin’s interest in the ethereal beings.

*When Anakin found out that it was mace Windu who was to help him out assisting the Angel, his soul left his body. Mace Windu made his disdain towards the chosen one very noticeable. Having no problems taking merciless jabs at Anakin and thought it would be nice to belittle him even further.

*Anakin had always been interested in higher beings from a young age. His mom would tell him stories at night about these six-winged creatures who lived in a utopia in the sky and would hear stories from deep space spacers that referred to them as the most beautiful creatures in the galaxy.

*Though the diathms were cautious of other beings and invaders, with the rise of the sith, the species wanted to make sure that the main planet of Iego and all of its moons were going to be protected by making negotiations with the Jedi and senators at the coursant.

*For safety, they offered their finest armory made of specialized crystal initially created just for the creatures that had found home to Iego. Still, the species were willing to help out if it guaranteed their protection.

*Anyways anyways

*Anakin and Mace Windu stood in the hanger while Anakin shifted from foot to foot, trying to hide his excitement. He was going to see an Angel, a real one with his own two eyes! Whereas the Jedi master just wanted to go back to meditation.

*As the ship landed and the railed fell down, allowing the diplomat to exit the vessel, Anakin.exe has stopped working. His mind was blank, no thoughts head empty, staring wide-eyed at the beautiful creature before him.

*”Jedi,” she greeted the two of them. Mace Windu bowed respectfully in a greeting before not so discretely shoving the Padawan to knock him out of his daze.

*Anakin bowed, hoping his blush wasn’t too noticeable.

*”We will be providing you security Lady Y/L/N. Usually, the council would only send one experienced Jedi, but we thought it would be a good idea to have Anakin join along since he still needs all the experience he can get.”

*Anakin’s smile faltered almost immediately, embarrassed that the older Jedi would say such a thing in front of the representative. It wasn’t like Anakin was utterly useless, his trials were in a few months, and after that, he would be sent off to help fight the galaxy’s war. He wasn’t just any random padawan. Anakin Skywalker was the chosen one.

*”I’m sure he’ll provide some assistance. After all, isn’t Anakin the padawan whose taking on sith already?” Lady Y/L/N questioned, making the boy feel a little better.

*Anakin knocked on the door to the Angel’s room before putting his hands in his pockets. He stood there nervously, wondering what he would say to The lady. Sorry for being such a nervous wreck?

*Anakin wanted nothing more than to throw himself off the temple walls for the sheer amount of embarrassment he faced today. From the comments from Mace Windu to not being able to talk to the Angle properly to tripping so hard he face-planted into the ground when he tried to speed ahead of Lady Y/L/N to open the door for her.

*He wanted to apologize and somehow redeem himself, proving that he was sufficient enough to protect her.

*”Anakin?” Lady Y/L/N questioned, opening the door, laughing a bit when Anakin’s eyes went wide, and jaw slacked at the sight of the Angel in her night attire before quickly composing himself. “Isn’t it a little bit late to be roaming the halls?”

*anakin.indd.2 has stopped working. Say something, you idiot!

*Anakin didn’t exactly know what he expected when he knocked on the Lady’s door. He was ninety percent sure she wasn’t even going to answer.

*Lady Y/L/N’s night attire was a simple soft lilac slip that she paired with a gray robe, the silky fabric touching her skin in a way Anakin thought he was going to crumble.

* “I-i-i was just stopping by to see if you, um, needed anything for the night. Before I went to bed.” Anakin stumbled out, making the Angel giggle.

*”Actually, why don’t you come in,” Y/L/N Spoke before turning back into her apartment, letting the door stand open between her and the padawan.

*”Thank you, milady,” Anakin told her, walking in and closing the door, standing awkwardly at the door. It felt like a fantasy. He could never imagine him actually being alone in the Angel’s apartment with her.

*”No worries, I was just making myself some tea before I went to bed for the night,” She told him, walking over to the small kitchen. The room she had been provided wasn’t as grand as her house back on Millius Prime. The studio wasn’t bad either since it was only a temporary adjustment. “I hope Master Windu hasn’t forced you to keep using formalities when talking to me. You can call me Y/n.”

*”That’s a beautiful name, milad- Y/n,” Anakin complimented, watching her grab the kettle off the stove and two cups from the cabinet.

*”Do you like chamomile?” Y/N asked Anakin, and he slowly made his way to the couch.

“Never had it,” he admitted, looking around the unit the Jedi gave to her. It was a decent size, dressed in neutrals and gray.

*”I think you’ll like it,” she told him, pouring two cups before bringing them over and sitting next to him on the couch. “Here,” Anakin carefully took the cup from her before slowly bringing it up to his lips. “Be careful it’s hot,” Y/n warned, blowing on hers softly instead than taking a sip.

*Conversation mainly revolved around the Holo program Y/n had on as background noise, Anakin being too nervous about making actual conversation.

*A few hours later, nearing the end of the movie they had been watching, Anakin yawned, barely able to keep his eyes open at the comfort of Y/n’s company.

*”Hey Ani,” Y/n spoke softly, letting his nickname slip past her lips. “Why don’t you just sleep here? I would hate for you to get in trouble being out this late.”

*”i-I have training tomorrow morning,” he protested, not enough to actually want to go back to his small unit but enough to have the diplomat not feel pressured.

*”I can set you an alarm,” she reassured him, already standing up to make her way to her bed. Pulling off a spare blanket and grabbing a pillow, she made her way back to the Jedi, putting the pillow down on one end and putting the blanket on his lap while she sat down in front of him. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I’d rather you stay here safe other than falling asleep in some hallway.”

*Y/n giggled as she watched Anakin rub his eyes, fighting to keep his head up and look at her. As much as he wanted to admire the view below him, his eyes were falling shut, having to squint to keep them awake. “Okay,” he whispered, nodding his head before slowly leaning down, resting his head on the soft pillow Y/n provided him as she helped bring the blanket up.

*”Goodnight Anakin,” Y/n called out before switching her flatscreen in front of them off.

*The couch became a second bed to Anakin. The Jedi was too shy to agree to stay in bed with Y/n when she offered, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

*The two had migrated closer together, bonding over whatever program was on that night. It was almost perfect, Anakin would sneak in late at night, and the two would eat dinner together over some background noise.

*Conversation was no longer held up over limited subjects. The pair talked about their lives millions of miles apart.

*”So Is your family only in Iego?” Anakin asked her over pasta.

*”Pretty much,” Y/n started. “Angels, we don’t really leave because were a hunted species. But my parents and siblings still live in the moons and my kids have all joined the fight against the separatists so they aren’t in the outer rim anymore.”

*”You have kids?” He questioned, surprised at her statement. He had struggled with the fact that she might have a lover back at her home planet but never kids.

*”Ani, I’m two hundred and ten years old, which is about thirty in human years. What was I supposed to do? Just remain celibate?” Y/n joked, explaining that the species’ she belonged to had a seven times longer life span than humans.

*”Would you ever want more?” He was curious now, his crush on her not wanting to be kicked to the curb.

*Often, Anakin dreamed of them being together. He found her doting nature and mature thinking to be attractive. He would dream of protecting the older woman, hoping one day he could take care of her the way she did for him.

*Sleeping so close but yet a distance away from her felt like torture, but he had enough respect to stay away. His biggest fear being he would smother his way into her life, creating a problem that she didn’t want.

*Wet dreams about the politician were handled discreetly. Anakin would lay still for a moment, trying to figure out what would be the quietest path to Lady Y/L/N’s bathroom to take care of himself / clean himself up. He would come out a blushing mess, hoping Y/n was still asleep before slipping back under the covers.

*Knowing Y/n, she was usually asleep when the alarm set for Anakin to wake up went off, as it was his job to turn the alarm off once he had woken up. He would turn the device off and pray that she didn’t witness anything throughout the night.

*It was a fifty-fifty draw if Y/n would be wakened by Anakin’s moans in the middle of the night. She would lay on the bed, a sleepy smile on her face as Anakin went through the motions of dreaming about having sex with the older woman. “Mommy… ah, please. Please r-right there-,” Anakin moaned as he finished himself off in his mind. Y/n found it endearing that he thought of her that way. She was sure if she ever brought it up, Anakin would faint out of sheer embarrassment, so Y/n figured she would let the boy come to her on his own, understanding convent cant be given while someone’s asleep.

*”It depends,” Y/n admitted, taking a bite of her food. “Politics keeps me busy, even busier these days with the possibility of war. If I had any more kids, I would wait until everything calmed down so I could spend time with my family. Then there’s the other task of finding the right man to have the kids with.”

*The night seemed to go by fast, each fast asleep in their own divisions, Y/n in the bed and Anakin on the couch.

*It was one of the rare occurrences that Anakin was having a nightmare. He had a few before; the scared memories of the missions he went on somehow trickled into his unconscious mind every now and then. But with his Jedi trials only a few weeks away now, and with Y/n being scheduled to go back to her home planet even sooner, they had a way to sink into his mind more frequently.

*”No- I’d do anything please,” Anakin whimpered, thrashing around in his sleep, violent enough to wake Y/n up. As she moved to wake him up, the padawan continued. “Don’t hurt her, just stop-no!” He cried so hard he jolted himself up, his body on high alert and almost sinking into the couch in shyness as Anakin saw he had woken Y/n.

*Anakin and Y/n stared at each other, Anakin at a loss of words about the nightmare he had of her. “Anakin?” She called out for him, her voice free of anything condescending. He looked at her, panting for air, his body still trying to self-soothe him. “Why don’t you come up and sleep with me for the rest of the night?” There was a pause as Anakin was still taking in his surroundings, trying to make sure everything was okay. “Ani? I’m not asking.”

*Something about her gentle yet demanding voice made Anakin stand up, not even thinking before walking up to the bed where Y/n was, already peeling back the duvet she was under.

*Anakin slid in silently as y/n fixed the blanket around him, letting her hand caress his face, wanting to take away as much of his pain as she could.

*Like magnets, their lips instantly found each other. Passion from the pent-up pinning is finally being released onto each other.

*Y/n’s hand was still on his face, keeping them connected as Anakin put his hands on her shoulder, the nineteen-year-old awkwardly running her arms up and down before getting enough courage to gently pull the straps of her nightdress down. His mind operated on its own devices as he pressed a kiss to the underside of her chin, then moved lower to her neck and chest while he shaky touched be breasts.

*” It’s okay, Ani,” Y/n confirmed. “You can touch me.”

*With simple permission, Anakin focused his attention on her tits, his eyes going wild at how beautiful they looked sitting outside the confinement of her dress. Latching onto her chest, the Padwan slowly licked and sucked at the tender flesh of her nipple while softly kneading the other side, feeding off of her comfort.

*He was done fighting his attraction to her, stupidly wishing he had just been more courageous to sleep with her the first time Y/n had offered.

*Y/n was everything he was attracted to. Y/n was fertile fruit for Anakin, her chest providing a safe haven for him as he claimed himself down while he listened to her soft whimpers as she stroked his hair, reassuring him that it was okay. Y/n was mature, nurturing in a way that wasn’t demeaning, doting, and taking care of him in a way the Jedi Order would be appalled at when all she was doing was just simply letting Anakin be himself around her.

*He would look at her with such love at every little praise she gave him, leaving him to wonder if it was normal for his heart to beat that fast and the agony it would be in once she left.

*With a final kiss on the now swollen bud, Anakin moved onto the other side, using his hand to angle the breast so he could re-latch his mouth on. The pair’s legs became tangled as Anakin rutted himself against her thigh, dry humping the older woman in an attempt to clear out the fogginess inside his mind.

*He wanted to pleasure Y/n, showing her how much he really was devoted to her. It was hard to even look at her at times because of all the emotions he felt for her. Wanting to prove that he could provide and care for all her needs in and out of the bedroom.

*But Anakin was a virgin, inexperienced in the realm of temptation. Making his fantasies hard to play out.

*He knew Y/n had experience, having given birth before and having disclosed that she had been with multiple partners in her may years of life fed into his anxiety.

*What if he wasn’t good enough? What if Anakin hurt Y/n? He wasn’t even exactly sure where to put himself Into her. What if he came too soon?

*The padawan removed himself from the politician’s chest and found himself back at her lips, pushing her back onto the bed with desperation trying to give the impression of courage.

*”Anakin,” Y/n spoke suddenly, putting her hands on Anakin’s shoulders and pushing him off of her gently. He looked at her in bewilderment, hoping he didn’t ruin anything yet. “Clam down; it’ll feel better if we both take our time.” Y/n encouraged, being their lips back together for a much more calm kiss. Pulling back, Y/n pulled the nightdress over her head, leaving herself completely bare. “We’ll have all the time in the world to rush, let’s enjoy tonight okay? It’ll be more special if we take it slow.”

*”Show me how to please you,” Anakin admitted taking her hand in his and looking at their interlocked fingers. “I -I trust you.”

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Cant wait for Marinette to have a constant stress migraine once Su Han shows up. Poor gal.

I'm now just going to throw ideas at you because they in my brain and I must share.

I'd imagine it takes a while for Mylene to actually accept the mouse miraculous. The first few weeks is just a combination of Mullo scaring Mylene while also boosting her confidence against her other fears. Like a little motivator for her. Once Mylene reaslises that she has become alot braver due to Mullo's help she actually accept the miraculous from him.

I'd imagine that Marc and Nath take to the superhero thing really fast, but like in a bad way. They fight villains, sure, but they also see it as a fun adventure or game, not really taking it seriously. After all, it's just like their comic books and they're the protagonists, how could they lose? Until one day one of them gets beat into the ground and they realise 'shit, this is real' and it freaks them the fuck out. One of them might try to quit and maybe even give up the miraculous and it becomes a whole thing. Idk tho.

Alix uses the rabbit to go back and time and get attendance on school days she skipped. This ends up being a terrible idea when she mentions something to Marinette that hasn't happened yet and it fucks the timeline. Woops.

At one point Kim thinks it would be funny to throw an uproar at Viperion, which then sends Luka back to last week. Woops. He uses this accidental regression to avoid a speeding ticket Roger gave him.

The kwamis having a tea party in an empty classroom, sharing stories of their holder's exploits. Roaar sounds like a proud dad as he explains that Juleka ordered lunch without mumbling. Daizzi and Ziggy are just happy to hang with their friends.

Honestly I am so invested in NSS. You've build such a fun, interesting, and beautifully complex au here. It's going to be so hype when you start writing. I'm so interested to see what you make of this AU.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I'm so glad you're enjoying!

I'd like to think Mylene doesn't become a hero for a while, even after Mullo and her get along, she's just not really wanting to and that's valid. Mullo gets tucked in every night into a lil doll bed

Marc and Nath: OH BOY OUR OCS-

I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF THEY KNOW EACH OTHER- WAIT- OH MY GOD THIS SOLVES IT, THEY JUST KEEP SWITCHING MIRACULOUSES BOOM, FIXED

Alix is currently running around trying to solve her adult's self's puzzles which eventually leads her to Bunnyx in the obelisk-

God

there's just so much I wanna write I love this au so much

#not so scattered au

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xtinyaurora · 3 years

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Oh my gosh thank you for doing my ask. Reading Seonghwaart was soooo satisfying. Can you do y/n doesn't believe that they're sexually attractive, so Ateez proves to them that they are (sexually). Please and thank you 😊 ☺ ❤

Ateez reaction: Their Y/N doesn’t believe that they’re {sexually} attractive

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut & fluff

➼ pairing: Ateez x female!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, spanking, mentions of scars & stretch marks, pet names, daddy kink / sie kink, nudes, reader kinda puts themself down, anal sex, chocking, oral sex, breeding kink (?)...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby, so read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: I hope I wrote this the way you wanted... Also, if anyone’s interested in a male version, let me know! All gif credits go to their owners!

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Park Seonghwa

You were standing Infront of the mirror, looking at your naked body, which was still a bit wet from the shower you took a few minutes ago. You were ashamed to say the least. You couldn’t understand what exactly Seonghwa found attractive about your body. You wanted to look good for him but you’re just a flat piece of a human being. As you were starting to build tears in your eyes, your boyfriend walked into your shared bedroom. „What’s wrong, baby?” He knew what was up, it’s not the first time he caught you crying over yourself. You shook your head not wanting to talk about it and grabbing your towel to cover yourself up. Hwa breathed out loudly, shaking his head. He then pulled the towel away, ignoring your protests. „Do you see this?” He grabbed your tits, slowly massaging them. „Do you see how perfect these are, how well they fit into my hands.” Then his head made its way to your right breast. He slowly started licking your nipple, it immediately getting hard. Out of nowhere he slapped your left breast with one of his hands. „You like that?” You silently nodded your head, a scoff left Seonghwas mouth. „Fucking shit you’re so hot. You don’t understand how you make me feel. How those pretty little tits could make me cum just from touching and slapping them like that, fuck.” Seonghwa then roughly threw you on the bed and started to undress himself...

Kim Hongjoong

„Say it, baby, come on.” You tried to get your breathing under control but Hongjoongs speed was too fast, the pleasure too much to take. „I - I, agh!” You couldn’t stop screaming moaning. „I know you can do it, come on.” His hips started to move faster than before, making it harder for you. You were so overwhelmed that tears started to form in your eyes. „I can’t-t.” A hard smack landed on your ass. „Yes you can and now say it!” Yelled your boyfriend from behind. He harshly pulled you up by grabbing your throat, making you face both of you in the mirror. „Tell me beautiful, tell me how breathtaking you look, I know you can do that for me, baby. Show daddy how much of a good girl you are.” You squeezed your eyes together, forcing those words out of your mouth. „I am beautiful.” Hongjoongs grip on your throat got stronger. „Open your eyes, princess.” You did what he said and opened your eyes, almost reaching your high. „J-Joong, I think I-.” „No, the fuck not. You’re not going to cum until you do what I asked you to.” You closed your eyes again, god. Hongjoong movements completely stopped, making you whine out loudly. „Look at yourself.” You pulled your eyebrows up, eyes getting rounder. „Do it!” Damn boy, chill out. As your were looking at yourself, Hongjoong slowly pulled out of you. Another whine left your mouth, not going unnoticed by him. „Look at this pretty pussy, all wet and all mine. Men, am I lucky. Oh and... those beautiful tits, this fucking cute ass, my god I am about to lose my shit. How am I so lucky to have all of this? I love you so fucking much Y/N. Don’t worry though, I will show you how beautiful you are. You wanna these tits to be bigger? Oh, don’t worry, can do that for you. I can’t wait to get you pregnant, you will look so beautiful with a round belly, fuck.”

Jeong Yunho

You two were currently play fighting over some food. Both of you thought it would be a good idea to visit the park and have a picnic today, since it’s finally warm and sunny again. You didn’t notice how far your skirt actually went up, when you jumped on your boyfriend. It wasn’t that short of a skirt, it covered more than 60% of your legs but it was loose, so it was easy to raise up. When Yunho gave you a smack on your ass, you were fast to sit back and pull it down again. Yunho looked at you questioning, you only shaking your head, hiding face. „Was that too much?” You immediately assured him that it wasn’t about that slap on your ass. „Then what’s wrong?” Again, you shook your head. The male then grabbed your face, making you look at him. „Baby, tell me.” You moved his hands from your face, lowering your gaze. „I just don’t feel comfortable with showing myself off, you know, my legs could be seen when I jumped on you.” When you looked back up to see his reaction, a smile was placed on his face. „Honey, you’re beautiful. Those pretty legs would turn on every men, no, even girls. You don’t know how much I wanna grab them and pull you over me, so you can ride my hard ass cock.” Your eyes torn open, a blush creeping on your face. A loud laugh left Yunho’s mouth, him staring to eat again as of nothing happened.

Kang Yeosang

When you read the massage your boyfriend sent you just a few seconds ago, you almost spitted out your drink. Now you had an incoming call... „Uhm, hello?” Silence. Then you heard heavy breathing. „Baby, please. I need you to do that for me, I can’t take it anymore, I need to release.” You didn’t know what to say, only blushing more. „Yeosang, you know how I feel about my body, I can’t jus-“ „Baby, don’t you understand that I need that beautiful hot body to cum? That you turn me on that much, that I only need to see you to cum. Fuck, please princess I need you. Please send me some nudes, it hurts. I promise once I get home, I will reward you, hm? How does that sound?” You nodded your head, even tho you knew he couldn’t see you. „Sounds Good.” A load moan left his mouth. „That’s my good little girl, now make daddy happy and take your close off so he can see those beautiful small tits, yea?” You bit bottom lip. „Yes, sir.”

Choi San

A loud whistle was heard when you walked into the living room. When you looked at the male, he bit his lip. „Damn, baby, look at those curves. Shit, come here, I wanna smack that ass.” You only stood there, shocked. San then raised one of his eyebrows. „What? Can’t I touch my girlfriend now?” You shook your head. San looked as if he got offended by that. „Oh? Why is that?” You now shrugged with your shoulders. „Don’t you want to use that pretty mouth of yours, baby? Talk to me.” He now stood up and made his way to you. When he reached you, he slung his arms around you waist, face just a few inches away from yours. „Not listening to me? I guess you wanna use that beautiful mouth of yours for something else’s then, huh?” Now you started smirking, kinda enjoyed where’s this is going. This was way better then going out for a fancy dinner with the boys. Don’t get me wrong, you loved the boys, but you didn’t feel comfortable and confident enough to go out with that dress, San bought you for this dinner. „Look at you, so beautiful. Even my friends want to have you and fuck your pretty pussy. They wanna grab this fat ass and smack it, want to cum on your pretty body. Oh how bad for them that they could never have you, you’re all mine, this pretty body is all mine.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi! You can’t just walk in like that.” His eyes went big. „Why not, I am your boyfriend?” His innocent voice made you melt, he’s so cute. You turned around, hiding your body from him. „I know that, but you know how I feel about myself. I am ashamed.” His eyes got even rounder. „Even if it’s me? I thought you feel comfortable with me. Did I do something wrong? Oh my god I make you uncomfortable. What do I do?! I shoul-„ „No Mingi. It’s not that... it’s just... never mind.” You kept on cleaning yourself, trying to ignore him. You heard the sound of a belt and clothes moving. When you turned to look what he was up to, you directly looked into your boyfriends eyes. He smiled at your surprised expression and leaned further into you. „Mingi, I-“ You got interrupted by a kiss. Soon, the kiss got more intense, both of you starting to touch each other’s body’s. Mingi broke the kiss, giving you time to breath. „You know Y/N, I know it might take some time until you understand that but you’re the most stunning human I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And you know those scars and marks on your body? They are just as beautiful. They make you unique, it’s just like art. I love you, you and every tiny bit of your beautiful 'flaws'. Please never forget that baby.“ You were on the verse of tears, like damn, you love that boy so much. A smile was sitting on both of your faces, you leaning back in to continue your make out session.

Jung Wooyoung

He slowly placed soft his kisses down your tummy. When he bit into one of your belly roles (is that even the correct word? lol), you immediately scolded him for that. „But it’s cute.” You rolled your eyes. „No, Woo, it’s not cute. Please stop.” He chuckled at your reaction, still thinking it’s cute. „Okay, cry baby.“ He then kept on kissing your tummy, started to go further down towards your core. „Woo...” You couldn’t really make out if you were warning him or were asking for more, either way, he kept going and pulled your PJ pants & panties down. Now, he had a perfect look of your stretch marks. You tried to hide them by placing your hands on top of them but Wooyoung slapped them away. „Ouch!” He didn’t gave a fuck, honestly. „Move, I wanna look at those sexy stretch marks. Damn, this is all mine.” You got a hard slap on your left thigh, letting out a moan, your boyfriend only smirking a smirk by that. „Like that, huh? Lemme eat you out then.” He gave you another slap, this time on your clit. I guess, what he wants, he gets?

Choi Jongho

„Jongho, no.” He kept pulling you on himself. „Hey, don’t worry, baby. Did you already forget how strong I am?” He let out a cute chuckle, making you smile but it soon vanished out of your face again. Jongho wanted you to ride his face but you felt uncomfortable with that idea. Your were too heavy, at least in your own opinion. Jongho always told you that you’re beautiful the way you are and that he loved you no matter what. He also always assured you that you aren’t heavy and even if, he could handle it, since he was a strong guy. Still, you were too scared of hurting him. Jongho assured you that he would be fine and would stop if you don’t like it, so you made your way above his face, slowly sinking down. You immediately let out a soft moan when his tongue met your cunt. After some time he told you to move, your fear of hurting him rising again. „Princess, don’t worry. You did so good till now, I know you can do even better. Come on, ride my face, cupcake.” You closed your eyes and started to move slowly. While so, Jongho kept on praising you from time to time, you growing more confided by that. You soon reached your high, making a mess all over your boyfriends face. Jongho licked you clean until every drop was gone. You then stood up and checked on him, he giving you a proud smile. „I knew you could do it, I am so proud of you! We need do this more often tho, that was freaking hot.”

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bts-bay-bee · 3 years

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see you in class, professor kim.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1743

Request: married professor!namjoon and single college student!reader, please. smutty as possible.

Warnings: infidelity, professor!namjoon, slight dom!namjoon, college student!reader, let’s pretend miss rona doesnt exist in this, unprotected sex, slight impregnantion kink, creampie, spanking, slight degradation, sex over a desk, finger sucking,

a/n: honestly, you guys always ruin me with these prompts :( enjoy kim namjoon being a distraction in class while I prepare for a new semester! also, please, please, PLEASE do NOT sleep with your professor!!! this is just smut, and it should never be compared to irl. also, this is very random but let me know if youd be interested in a jungkook sm au :)

“Professor Kim? Y/N from Calc101 is here to see you.” You hear the department secretary say clearly into the telephone, promptly nodding at you, allowing you to walk through the glass doors.

Nervousness blossomed in the pit of your stomach, each step through the tiled corridor only amplifying it. You could not explain it; you knew that you were about to be severely admonished, yet you could not help but feel giddy; finally, Professor Kim saw you in the way you wanted to be noticed.

Maybe it was the fact that he had finally noticed how you lingered after class, just to ask questions that he knew you knew the answer to. Maybe it was the fact that you had made the conscious decision to stop wearing panties during your Friday morning class, instead opting to go commando with your too-short skirts.

“Come in and close the door.” He snapped as soon as he saw you in the doorway of his office. The irritation, and ill-disguised anger laced in his tone made you gulp. Maybe it was the fact that he had enough of your stupid antics… He was a married man, after all.

Closing the door behind you, you quickly took the seat on the opposite side of the desk, eyes downcast. You dropped your backpack to your feet, belly consumed by nervousness. Bravely, in your opinion, glancing up at him for a brief second, you immediately looked down at the floor again, his gaze much too intense to meet.

“Did I say you could sit down, Y/N?”

“N-No, sir.” You mumbled, moving to stand up. He tutted, jerking his head to the side to indicate he wanted you next to his seat. As you were passing the door, he tilted his head, almost pondering something.

“Lock the door.”

A smirk threatened to claim your lips; he might be pissed off to no end right now, but he was still about to give you everything you had wanted. Walking over to his side of the desk, your eyes trailed over the pile of test papers he had placed on the mahogany tabletop, seeing your mark sheet on the top.

“Do you know how I hand back test sheets, Y/N?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose as he placed his glasses on the table.

“Highest grades first.” You mumbled; your confidence shrunk significantly now that he regarded you with bare eyes.

“And whose paper is on top?” He asked whilst standing up and moving behind you to grab something from the shelf.

“Mine.”

“Hmm,” He hummed, pressing his body against your own, drawing a gasp out of you. “You’ve gotten the highest mark, little one. We both know you’re smart, yeah?”

Nodding desperately, you started grinding your ass against his clothed cock, breathing harshly. His hands latched onto your waist, halting your movement. You could feel his wedding band pressing into you, but right now, you could not care less.

“If we both know you’re smart,” He began, breathing out gently, hands pressing into your skin almost too harshly. “Why do you stay back to ask questions that even a seventh grader would know? Do you want my attention that badly?”

“Yes, sir!” You desperately whined, feeling his head dip to your pulse point. Despite being in such close proximity, he did not place his lips on you, instead he just continued teasing you.

“But you know I’m not single, right?” He asked, trailing his wedding ring over the exposed skin on your leg, the metal bringing a welcome coolness to your over sensitized skin. “You kept trying to seduce a married man?”

“I knew.” You mumbled, trying to press your ass into his crotch now that his left hand roamed amongst the expanse of your bare thigh.

“And you still kept flashing your dripping cunt during 8am classes?” He wondered out aloud, right hand travelling further up your body to palm your chest. “You still kept coming up to me with your perky tits? Nipples begging to be sucked?”

Whining in response, you felt him press your upper body to his desk, immediately flipping over your skirt to reveal your ass and drooling pussy lips. His hand barely ghosted over your skin, skimming over the globes of you ass, fingertip ever so slightly collecting your arousal.

“You want me that badly, Y/N?” he asked, his voice barely above a murmur, yet still strong, holding a domineering stance. Without waiting for a response, his hand slapped against your sensitive skin, his large palm leaving reddened skin in its wake. He continued bringing down his palm against you, his wedding band leaving darker patches, the metal biting into your skin in the most sinful way.

Tiny groans left your drying lips, tongue darting out to wet them every minute or so. You could feel his other hand dig into your side, ensuring you did not move from where he wanted you, while he shifted his target to your slightly swollen pussy lips.

“You hear how wet you are for me?” He asked, voice gruff and low. Dipping two fingers into your core, you knew that if you had a shred of dignity left, you should have been ashamed by the wet sound that rang in your ears. However, Professor Kim seemed to be getting off on this, adding another finger to amplify the squelching sound.

“S-Sir, please!” You begged, feeling your core pulse at not being filled enough. “Please fuck me. I need your cock!”

Ripping his fingers out of your cunt, he shoved them into your mouth, making you gag slightly.

“Shut the fuck up before someone hears you!” He hissed; his mouth right next to your ear. Sucking on his fingers to desperately shut yourself up, you began grinding against him again, basically fucking yourself against his clothed crotch.

You whined against his fingers, trying not to gag as he pressed his fingers deeper into your mouth.

“God damn it, I want to fill your mouth so badly,” He murmured, slipping his fingers out from between your lips, your spit gleaming on his skin. You ignored his words, choosing to rub your naked core against his slacks. “Guess that’s going to have to wait, huh? My little slut wants her little cunt to be stuffed, hmm?”

Nodding silently, body trembling in anticipation, you felt him moving away from your arched body. His free hand moved to his crotch, unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks just enough to let his angry red cock spring out, the tip dribbling the smallest bit of precum on your skin. He aligned himself at your entrance, groaning into your ear as your core squeezed his length. You bit your lip hard to prevent yourself from moaning and whining out in pleasure; the fluttering stretch of your core sending euphoric shockwaves throughout your entire being.

After giving you the briefest moment to adjust, he began ploughing into you, his skin slapping against your own. His length rubbed against, what seemed like, every nerve ending in your cunt, your wetness only aiding in both of your pleasures.

Realising that with the harshness of his thrusts, he was making it harder for you to keep quiet, and by extension not alerting anyone in the department offices, you reached behind you and grabbed his hand, plastering it over your mouth to keep your moans contained.

“Fuck, what a good girl,” He moaned softly, speeding up his thrusts as he used his hand to pull you up, his ring biting into your skin. Professor Kim brought his right hand down to your clit, the rough pads of his fingers pressing down onto the delicate skin, making your knees weak with pleasure. You used your hands to support yourself on the desk, not trusting your legs to work properly whilst he continued to assault the bundle of nerves with unwavering pleasure.

Tiny moans and sounds escaped your mouth, forced Professor Kim to shove his fingers into your mouth, making you suck on them to shut you up. Unknowingly, your tongue darted out to lick every inch of his skin but settled on the metal band that covered his skin.

The knowledge of knowing he made the conscious decision to be intimate with you, whilst being someone else’s, made the pleasure multiply tenfold, taking you right on the brink of your high. He seemed to be on the same wavelength, your core fluttering around his cock enough to make his thighs tremble.

“Are you close, Y/N?” He panted, thrusting into you harder as your cunt became even more difficult to leave. “Pretty, little whore ready to cum over my cock?”

Nodding uselessly tears gathering in your eyes, your body convulsed around his cock, your entire form being taken over by your climax. Vaguely, you could hear him swearing, profanities still somehow sounding sexy coming from his lips.

“Fuck, fuck, Y/N,” He groaned, “Going to cum in you, angel. My good girl takes my cum, right? Going to fill you up, Y/N!”

“Please,” You whispered, feeling his cock throb as you fucked yourself on him. “Fill me up, sir, please.”

Groaning, he released his hot, sticky seed into your pussy, filling you up. Thrusting into you gently, he squeezed every last drop of his cum into you. Slowly taking his cock out of you, he felt blood rush back to his length when his cum slowly dribbled out of your core; the white seed a stark contrast to your reddened skin.

Smirking at his handy work, he flipped your skirt back down, scribbling his number onto your hand.

“Go back home and send me a picture of your pussy stuffed with my cum, okay?” He instructed, almost playfully squeezing your neck. You tried to not let the smirk show on your face, your core clenched, trying to not let his cum spill out of you and onto your thighs.

“Yes, sir.” You murmured, reaching down to grab your bag, making him groaned at your exposed, and now puffy, pussy lips. “See you in class, Professor Kim.”

#bts smut #namjoon smut #kim namjoon smut #rm smut #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x reader #rm x reader #bts #smut

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halstudandruz · 3 years

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Research Purposes ~ Part 2

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: What happens when the only person in the world you didn’t want finding out does?

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Part one found here (NSFW, 18+)

A/N 2: Also thank you to @enchantedblackrose for the idea 😊

If you are not 18+ and are unable to read part 1 and want to back story just hit me up (:

“We’re so freaking late. There’s no way we’ll have time to stop for my car.” You rushed around Jay’s apartment, pouring coffee for both of you.

“And whose fault is that.” Jay looked at you accusingly.

“I was just trying to help the environment.” You shrugged, handing him his cup after checking the lid.

“You and I both know we wasted more water in there together than we would’ve showering on our own.” He retorted grabbing his badge and gun off the coffee table to secure them to his belt.

“Yeah okay so I wanted shower sex sue me.” You rolled your eyes shrugging your jacket on.

“I wasn’t the one complaining.” He smiled, taking a drink.

“We would’ve had more than enough time if you didn’t insist on cuddling this morning.” You pointed out, remembering how he pulled you back into his chest every time you tried to move out of bed a couple hours prior.

“You like shower sex. I like cuddling.” He teased handing you your purse.

“Maybe we can draft up an alternate schedule.” You joked.

“I do hear compromise is the key to a healthy relationship.” He replied.

“We gotta go if you don’t want to get pulled over for speeding.” You changed the subject reaching for the door knob, before being tugged back by your arm, turning in time for Jay’s lips to meet yours in a sweet, passionate kiss.

“To get us both through the day.” Jay winked reaching around you to open the door and usher you out.

This was the second time that week you and Jay would be showing up to work together. Nobody noticed it the first time, but your anxiety climbed at the thought of someone recognizing and approaching you about it. What would you say? You and Jay were only in it purely for the sex. Right? Regardless of that fact that you had stayed at his house almost every night the past couple weeks even without the promise of sex, or how your stuff was starting to accumulate at his house from the past few months. A few t-shirts mixed in with his, hair straightener resting on his bathroom organizer, makeup scattered about on the dresser. Friends with benefits, that’s all it was. Nothing more and you certainly were not gaining feelings for him. Absolutely not that was against the rules and you were not about to be some stereotypical fuck buddy turned feelings trope, but you were getting sloppy apparently. You agreed to enter through the front while Jay entered through the back. Skipping up the steps you threw a smile at Trudy offering her a good morning, but in return she stared you down, eyebrow raised as she rested against the desk.

“What?” You stopped in your tracks in front of her. But she stayed silent giving you a look, and you just knew she knew. She was Trudy Platt. She knew everything.

“You should tell him.” She whispered to you, and it’s not the first time she had said something of the sort recently.

“Tell who, what?” You continued to fake innocence as you had the times before.

“It’s going to end badly.” She pushed again.

“It already did end badly.” You reminded her before trudging upstairs feeling the heat of her stare still on your back. Everyone except Kim was already there, including Jay who had his feet kicked up on his desk looking through a file. You greeted everyone draping your coat over the back of your chair and falling into it.

The first hour ticked by slowly, and you found your eyes moving across the room to focus on Jay. Opened documents lay across your desk. He looked so relaxed, shoulders loose, breaths slow and even, head resting against his palm as he fought not to fall asleep. You knew he would rather be out chasing suspects, but deep down you were starting to register you were okay with paperwork days. It meant he was safe, and that thought scared you a little. The last time you had those same thoughts you were staring at a different man in the room. A man who sat not too far behind Jay, clicking his pen absentmindedly as he often did when he was bored.

“Ruz, I’ll break the damn pen.” Kevin grumbled, as he had many times before in response to the habit.

“Sorry.” Adam mumbled, setting the utensil onto his desk away from his fidgety hands.

You chuckled at the small exchange, experiencing the exact same one many times in the years you had been detailed in intelligence with the best people you could’ve ever asked to work with. That certainly didn’t mean it wasn’t complicated though, and you were the very obvious example of that. You watched Jay’s head bob catching himself before adjusting in order to keep himself awake. His eyes accidentally met yours, heart rate immediately increasing. He sent you a small smile as his eyes started to roam over your body. Looking for a distraction from the tedious work. You couldn’t scold him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been doing the same thing the past 10 minutes. Looking at his arms that were tight against his sleeves you wondered if the scratch marks you left on his biceps this morning would still be prevalent, or if the fading hickey from nights prior was still noticeable on his hip bone.

“I need coffee. Anyone else?” You asked trying to divert the obvious eye fucking your were giving each other. Everyone in the room raising their hands. You laughed taking notice of all the tired eyes who so obviously wanted to bash their heads off the desk already bored out of their minds, just waiting for a case to jump off.

“I’ll help.” Jay offered, voice gruff from barely speaking all morning. Together you poured and distributed everyone cups. Sitting back down into your chair when Jay was handing Kev his.

“You gonna shave that thing anytime soon? You usually can’t stand it past a week.” Kevin asked Jay, referring to his beard. They had always teased him whenever he claimed it grew in patchy compared to Adam and Kevin’s and it usually resulted in him having a clean shaven face the next shift. But it had grown in quite nicely this time, and he made sure to keep it presentable by trimming it as needed.

“No, it’s starting to grow on me. I’m keeping it for research anyway. Seems it can enhance far more than just my facial features.” Jay shrugged casually sitting back down atin his chair, and at his words you choked on your coffee spitting it all over your desk. Uncontrollable coughs tickling your throat.

“You good [Y/L/N]?” Hailey asked standing up to help you.

“Yeah..sorry. Just.. went down the wrong pipe. Didn’t expect it to be so.. hot.” You explained between coughs looking across the room to glare at Jay who wore a cocky smirk on his face, flipping through papers not daring to look up at you.

“You forget your ice?” Adam asked, knowing you had put a couple cubes of ice in your coffee every morning cooling it down so you could drink it faster.

“I must’ve. Kinda out of it today.” You shook your head taking napkins out of your drawer to try to clean up the mess you had made on your desk as well as your white shirt.

“I’ll get you some.” He started to walk towards the break room.

“It’s really okay I spit most of it out anyway.” You laughed.

“I’ll just get you a new cup.” He reasoned and you just thanked him not feeling like bickering with him about it. He had been going out of his way to do nice things for you recently. You assumed either so you wouldn’t spill the beans about him and Upton or because he felt bad.

“There’s no way this is coming out..” You grumbled dabbing at the tan stain forming on your shirt, “Do you happen to have a spare?” You asked, turning towards Hailey.

“I’m sorry I don’t. I used my spare the other day after that shooting and haven’t brought another extra.” Hailey apologized. You waved her off thanking her anyway.

“There’s one in my locker.” Jay offered, “You’ll probably just have to tuck it in.” You thought for a moment, it probably wouldn’t look like a big deal. Just a friend helping out a friend.

“Okay. Thanks.” You nodded getting up to head to the locker room where Jay followed. “I know where your locker is.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, but you don’t know my combination nor are you very good at opening dial locks. Hence why you have a keypad one on yours.” Jay pointed out, spinning his combination. He was right. You could never open dial locks.

“Do you analyze everything I do?” You crossed your arms annoyed at how well he always seemed to know you.

“You’re an interesting person babe.” He smiled handing you the shirt as he kissed your forehead.

“Watch yourself. You don’t know who’s hiding in here.” You lectured, “this is your fault by the way.”

“I know. Total win-win situation.” Jay laughed, smiling brightly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Jay Halstead.” You groaned, a small smile on your lips.

“What a way to go though, huh?” He quipped, giving you a quick kiss.

“Get out.” You pushed his chest.

“What? No free peep show? I offered you my shirt and everything.” He acted offended.

“They’re gonna start getting suspicious if we are in here any longer go.” He huffed at your reply giving in and leaving as you turned around to switch shirts. Jay’s scent immediately overwhelmed you as you slipped his shirt on. Causing your body to relax in turn at the familiar fragrance. Jay was right, you had to tuck the shirt into your jeans, otherwise it could’ve been a dress thanks to your large height difference. Turning to walk out of the locker room, you were met with Adam holding a new cup of coffee out to you making you jump at the unexpected body in your path. “Thank you.” You giggled taking it from his hand to take a drink.

“Did you change?” He asked, eyeing the shirt you now wore.

“Oh yeah. I had white on and it was gonna stain so Jay offered me his shirt.” You explained, shifting on your feet at the uncomfortable conversation.

“Well I have one. It might fit you better.” He offered moving to walk towards his locker, but you put a hand to his chest stopping him.

“I’m good this one is perfectly fine.” You reassured him, Adam stared at you, breaking the tense silence with a long sigh, leaning against the side of the lockers.

“Listen we never got to talk about that night you came to my apartment. I just wanted to say I’m really sorry you-“ He began to apologize when Kevin peeked his head in the door.

“Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt..” he looked between the two of you awkwardly, “but we just got a case.” Adam cleared his throat as you nodded,

“We can..finish this later.” You chewed on your lip pushing past him to grab your coat out of Kevin’s hand.

It was nearing 8 o’clock by the time Voight had given you guys permission to go home and get some sleep. Knowing you’d be returning bright and early in the morning to continue to case.

“What do you think about pizza tonight? I’ve been craving some Bartolis.” Jay asked walking down the stairs behind you.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” You stopped turning to face him when you rounded the corner out of sight.

“Well I can just get pizza and I’ll stop for whatever else you want too.” He offered.

“I’m not talking about food, Jay.” You laughed, looking at the ground. Your mind had been racing since showing up with Jay this morning.

“Then..what are you talking about?” He asked, stepping closer towards you.

“I mean I don’t know I’ve been at your place almost every night the last couple weeks.” You whispered, hoping your voice wouldn’t carry to anyone nearby.

“Well we can go to your place. That’s fine.” He reasoned.

“No that’s not..” You sighed not able to find the words.

“Hey, just talk to me. What’s up.” He encouraged hands falling to your hips holding you gently.

“I’m just worried we’re starting to get careless. Showing up to work twice in one week together. One of these days we’re bound to get caught either coming in together or showing up on scene together. We don’t even know what this is. I don’t want to have to talk to Voight about it in the meantime.” You explained.

“We can be more careful. I promise. I just don’t want you to freak out about this.” He assured you tucking your hair behind your ear. “Can we just address how good you look in my shirt. I’m so glad you’re such a klutz..” Jay’s eyes roamed up and down your body.

“I am not a klutz! How did you expect me to react?” You crossed your arms, glaring at him as you did a few hours prior.

“Well is it not the truth? This thing is still on my face purely for your satisfaction.” He reminded you by trailing his lips down your neck, immediately summoning goosebumps from the raggedness tickling in the wake of his lips. He winked knowing his point was proven, moving up to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Sooo pizza?” He asked, pulling back, hopeful look on his face.

“Fine, but I’m not going in to get it.” You rolled your eyes, a bright smile on your face when he wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you towards his truck but when you rounded the corner your eyes connected with Adam’s who stood near the door, eyes wide between you two as Jay let his arm fall to his side, your feet rooted to the floor.

“I forgot my wallet in my locker.” Adam explained stammering over his words.

“Well don’t let us keep you. See you tomorrow brother.” Jay remained calm grabbing your arm to pull you out. Patting Adam on the shoulder when you passed.

“Shit!” You cursed when you reached Jay’s truck.

“What?” He questioned and you looked at him dumbfounded.

“You’re fucking kidding me right?” You scoffed.

“He’s not gonna tell Voight. For starters it’s Adam. Plus we know about him and Hailey. He can’t.” He shrugged.

“That’s not what I’m worried about!” You yelled.

“You just said that’s what you were worried about.” Jay reminded you, trying to catch up. “Babe.” He urged when you didn’t answer him.

“You don’t get it Jay!” You shook your head, lump forming in your throat at the anxiety the situation presented.

“No, you’re right I don’t. I’m sorry. Help me understand.” He grabbed a hold of your hand trying to get you to face him.

“Not right now.” You chewed your lip feeling a few tears fall down your cheeks, quickly swiping them away before they were seen, but you knew Jay would know regardless. You were tired, hungry, and now slightly panicking at the thought of having to address the entire situation. His hand squeezed yours tighter before starting his truck putting it in drive.

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loving-villanelle · 2 years

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just watched the episode and i feel...underwhelmed? i think ep 4was actually really good but this one felt like downhill again and i don't like this feeling... this was not written by kayleigh right? i def felt the gay and tension missing 😩

ok, positive things: eve looking hot in those glasses, villanelle+konstantin scene and the ending ofc. and maybe if u care about the 12, you find it interesting but i didn't get the wow factor at all. i feel like it's too much packed in one 40min episode with the flashbacks, carolyn, konstantin&pam, v on her own, eve&helene&chloe&yusuf.. it's just short scenes, nothing connecting to the other and it's frustrating to watch. now i just really hope that we get proper villaneve action and good scenes in the final remaining episodes because this is torture.

According to Wiki, this episode was co-written by Laura Neal & Georgia Lester. Hopefully Kayleigh will be the writer of episode 6.

Glasses Eve was a LOOK. I loved it and got such s2 Ms. Frizzle/Villanelle vibes from it.

I always have a soft spot for Villanelle and Konstantin, despite all of the ways he has let her down. The hug was especially emotional given that it was a moment between Jodie and Kim, rather than their characters.

I will be seeking therapy for that ending immediately. I needed the group therapy session for this episode even more than episode 3.

I agree that the show is trying to do way too much with the Twelve in the 11th hour. There are things that need to be explained about them, I understand that, but this episode full of flashbacks felt completely unnecessary. I love Carolyn and Konstantin, but their characters taking up the majority of screen time this episode is insane to me. Then as you said, we were also seeing Pam, Yusuf, Helene, her daughter, it's just all so much and the singular focus that has defined this show (Villaneve) has been completely lost for most of the season. While I hope they are able to recapture it for the next 3 episodes, episode 6 says that Villaneve are together "briefly" then go their separate ways.

This season has been difficult to watch because it's just so vastly different from what any of us really expected. They lost focus of what the fanbase cares about (Villaneve) and suddenly decided to go full speed ahead with the Twelve. The characters, especially Eve and Villanelle, have been so separate from each other this season that I've been left feeling that disconnect as a viewer and it has made it hard to maintain my enthusiasm. I will reserve final judgment until we see these last few episodes, but there has been so much this season that I just really have no interest in. There was a way to explore the Twelve while continuing to explore the dynamic between Villaneve and for whatever reason, they steered away from that and decided to reintroduce the "tension" and turmoil. I'm ready for them to have a chance to breathe and exist in each other's orbits in peace, if only for a moment

#villaneve #killing eve spoilers

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dovechim · 3 years

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blessed be the fruit 01 (m)

➾ 3.6k, taehyung x reader, future OT7

➾ loosely based off The Handmaid’s Tale. In the New World Order that is Gilead, your life depends on your ability to bring a new one into existence.

➾ warnings: unprotected sex, mentions of infertility, pregnancy, mentions of dubcon

➾ a/n: I had serious hesitation and doubts about this. but after a three month break and looking at it from a distance, I still want to go ahead with this AU because I want to draw attention to the themes of reclaiming agency & identity whilst under oppression. So I hope that you could get the message I’m trying to convey rather than focus on the noncon indubitably present in this AU.

I'm saying this to clearly outline my intentions, for I do not condone rape or non-consensual sex whatsoever.

that being said, I have plans to turn this into an ot7 series fic, but here is a little starter just to kind of test the waters a little :-) if you’re here, I've already warned you about what you’re signing up for, so please skip this if uncomfortable and refrain from sharing any malicious thoughts with me.

Crimson is the colour that denotes life. But these days, only the rare few have the privilege to don that colour; the deep red hue of the cloak that is meant to simultaneously draw attention to, and also hide your figure.

Handmaids are to be seen and not heard. They are to speak only when spoken to. The white wings that adorn either side of your head keep your gaze lowered reverently at all times. Meek and subdued, but always watching, waiting.

The supermarket is quiet and orderly as you stroll through the aisles with your partner close by your side. You have never seen more than a glimpse of her face, neither have you heard more than a few words of her voice other than the greetings you exchange when you meet every morning.

Even the task of grocery shopping, which you used to enjoy before the rise of Gilead, has become nothing but a sham. There is no decision to be made. Your purchases are entirely dependent on the coupons given to you by the Wife of your Household. Today, it’s the usual rice and vegetables, with one or two oranges thrown in as a request from the Cook.

“Under His Eye,” you murmur as you pass the other Handmaids and their partners, all doing their shopping with their partners.

You can’t see it with your head lowered, but there are armed guards stationed throughout the grocery store with guns cocked and menacing stares. The Eyes are always watching and listening, and you begin to feel suffocated.

“I believe I have everything I need,” you speak in a lowered voice, turning slightly to your partner, thinking of how to best hurry her along without making it too obvious. “Is there anything else you lack?”

“I too, am done, OfJeon,” your partner replies back, and you have to physically stop yourself from flinching.

Even though it is the proper way to address another Handmaid, you avoid using the names bestowed upon you by their Household’s Commanders. You try your best to not associate yourself with that name, for fear that you might come to forget your own in due time, but it gets more and more difficult as the days go by.

‘Of’ denoting possession, and ‘Jeon’ for your Commander’s last name. Put together, they form your identity, the identity that Gilead has carved out for you as an object.

The moment you forget your real name is the moment you lose yourself.

“Let us depart, OfPark,” you say with tightly clenched lips, grateful for the white wings that hide your bitter expression as you turn toward the exit of the grocery store.

Your basket is heavy with groceries, and the wind whips up your red cloak the moment you step outside. You glance up for a moment to see the gray skies, feel the wind on your cheeks before you dip your head down again, cautious of exposing your face for more than a second.

Here, to blend in is to survive.

“Have you made all the necessary preparation, OfJeon?” Your partner asks as she links her arm through yours, and you begin the slow march home.

You drag your feet slightly, hoping to prolong the walk. Aside from the brief half hour of grocery shopping every day, you hardly get a chance to be outside. To remember what the real world feels like, even though it is changing so quickly every day. You’re too busy trying to memorise the way the wind feels against your cloak that you are caught slightly offguard by OfPark’s question.

“Preparation?” Your voice comes out slightly unsure.

“For the Ceremony, of course,” comes her reply, and you can’t stop yourself from inhaling sharply.

Is it already that time of the month? How could you have lost track?

A lump forms in your throat as you attempt to calm yourself. “Yes, OfPark. Everything is ready.”

You are lying through your teeth, but the thing is, interactions are kept to such a bare minimum that no one knows you well enough to know that you are lying. If today is the day of the Ceremony, it means a visit to the doctor’s this afternoon. Your breath speeds up at the thought of it, palms becoming sweaty.

OfPark comes to a stop outside of your house, and unlinks her arm from yours.

“Blessed be the fruit,” she says by way of farewell.

“May the Lord open,” the automatic response falls from your lips without much thinking.

Then the gates open, and you enter the house quietly, setting your basket on the kitchen counter. You can hear footsteps coming from the main hallway as soon as you take your white bonnet off.

“You’re back, I was just about to send a guard to fetch you.” In her royal blue dress that tapers at her waist and falls nearly to her ankles, the Wife of the Household is always neatly pressed and well put together. Kim Yeri fixes you with an annoyed glare as she brushes her silky blonde hair behind her ear. You haven’t known her by that name in a long while, because like any other woman, she is only to be addressed by her title in society.

“Did you forget your appointment?” She demands, crossing her arms. She has never been outrightly mean to you, yet her manner is far from friendly. But its totally understandable, of course. Which woman would be content knowing her husband was required by law to fuck a baby into someone else?

“No, Madam. The line at the supermarket was-“

“Get in the car. We’re already late.” Yeri is not interested in your excuse as she cuts you off, turning to grab her purse, and her dress flows gracefully behind her slim figure as she walks to the door.

You barely have time to put your bonnet back on, fixing it so that it is presentable once more before following her outside. Yeri is already in the back seat of the black SUV car, and you climb in beside her. You catch a glimpse of Driver Jung’s eyes in the mirror, but quickly glance away before Yeri can catch you.

Drivers aren’t allowed to have Handmaids of their own. Instead, they live to serve the Household of their Commanders. As the car pulls smoothly out of the front gate, you begin to wonder who Driver Jung was before Gilead. If he had loved ones that he lost. If he too, was slowly starting to forget the person he was back then.

The blacked-out windows of the car don’t allow you to see anything outside. It is a tense journey made in complete silence as you can feel Yeri’s annoyance slowly mounting into a barely withheld fury. It is the same every month. You try to sympathise with her, to put yourself in her shoes as someone who has to accompany the woman her beloved husband is to have sex with to a fertility check-up.

When the car stops, Driver Jung rushes out of his seat to open the door for Yeri first, then he crosses to your side and opens your door. You thank him with a shy nod, careful to keep your eyes fixed on the ground as you follow Yeri into the clinic.

The waiting room has about one or two other Wife-Handmaid pairs. As you walk in, you catch the eye of one of the Handmaids who is heavily pregnant. Her swollen belly protrudes from her red cloak, and her hands look so small in comparison as she strokes her bump reverently. The Wife sits beside her, a look of pride on her face as if she were the one pregnant.

It is such a rare sight to see a pregnant Handmaid these days. Even though the Handmaids were specially selected because of their fertility, your lack of a baby bump is bearing down on you. Each Handmaid is given three chances at each assignment. Three chances to conceive before they are moved to the next Commander. Three assignments in total before she is sent to the Wastelands.

Lining the walls are portraits of Commanders dressed in black, and their Wives dressed in blue, holding little bundles wrapped in white. The couples are all smiling with joy and pride in their eyes.

The Handmaids are nowhere to be seen in the happy families of three.

You don’t know if you should envy or pity the heavily pregnant Handmaid.

Thankfully, due to Yeri’s- or should you say your Commander’s- high status, you are bumped to the front of the line. The receptionist tells you to enter the doctor’s room, but Yeri waves you on with disinterest.

“I can wait outside here, can’t I? She won’t dare try anything,” she says this last part with cold frown, settling herself down on one of the waiting chairs.

“Of course, Mrs Jeon,” the receptionist says with a pleasant smile, then turns to show you into the doctor’s office.

You read the name on the door before you are shuffled into the white, sterile room.

Dr Kim Taehyung.

Two female assistants help you to take off your red cloak and dress you in the standard white gown. You sit on the chair, legs spread wide into the stirrups. The assistants lower a privacy curtain that conceals your face, leaving your lower half anonymous as you hear the door open, then the doctor’s footsteps.

You don’t even get to see his face before you feel his touch on your knees. Dr Kim Taehyung clears his throat before he moves to the side, dipping his gloved hands into a small dish of what you can only assume to be lubrication. The white privacy curtain is nothing but a thin sheet, so you can still make out his figure as he bustles about. You can even see the slope of his nose as he turns his side profile to you for a second.

It’s not until he speaks that you are jolted out of your thoughts by how deep his voice is. “How are you today?”

“I’m good,” you answer hesitantly, unconsciously crinkling your medical gown in your fist. No one has ever asked how you’re doing.

“That’s great, now let’s have a look, shall we?” You can hear the smile in his voice, and you feel your body relax a little.

He seems to be kind enough, this Dr Kim Taehyung. Much different from the doctor you had on your first visit. Dr Kim Taehyung has his bedside manner down pat, and even though you can’t see his face, he makes you feel a little bit less tense. His voice soothes you as he talks, saying random things about the weather as he spreads your legs.

Dr Kim Taehyung positions himself in between your thighs, and you feel his gloved hands dangerously close to the apex of them. “So, it says here on your chart that tonight is Ceremony night for you.”

“Yes,” you swallow hard at the reminder. “It is.”

“And how are the Jeons treating you? Everything okay at home?” You can feel him spread your lips with his fingers, starting to poke and prod around as you close your eyes.

“Yes. They treat me very well,” you answer.

He must have caught the monotony of your voice, because his fingers pause.

“You know, you can talk to me. If there’s anything you need.” His concerned voice is like a beacon of light, but your eyes dart around the room cautiously.

You think about the millions of things that you could tell him. How unfair it is to be reduced to a walking womb, and yet, how desperate you are, knowing that this is your third month at the Jeon’s household, and if it doesn’t work…

You swallow all of these thoughts with your fists clenched. You can never let your guard down. He might be one of the Eyes, pretending to be kind so that you might let slip a blasphemous comment about your Commander. There’s no way you’ll incriminate yourself like that, so you just keep your mouth shut. After a while, he goes back to examining you.

“… Alright then,” Dr Kim Taehyung says in a resigned tone. “Let me just check you over and make sure everything is good for tonight. This might feel a little uncomfortable, but just relax for me alright?”

You can’t help but tense up, ironically, at his instruction. But then you feel the warmth of one of his ungloved hands on your thigh, and as he bids you to relax again, he slides his fingers into you, and you can feel his fingers, thick and solid. Your thighs twitch, coming into contact with his hips that are in between them, and he lets out a gentle laugh.

“It’s okay… just a little more.”

Then, he withdraws his fingers slowly, and you let out a breath of relief. It didn’t feel bad, definitely not like the first visit where you felt violated. Dr Kim Taehyung’s gentle and respectful manner is… almost pleasant. You’ve long forgotten what it’s like to be treated like a human being, and not just an object.

“Looks like everything’s in shape, you’re due to ovulate these few days,” he declares, taking off his rubber gloves and tossing them in the bin. “Not that it matters, anyway. Jeon’s probably sterile. Hell, all of the Commanders are sterile.”

You freeze at the sound of that blasphemous curse word. But more importantly, you have to make sure you heard correctly.

“Wh-what do you mean?” You watch his shadow behind the sheet as he ticks a few things on your chart.

In this society, ‘sterile’ is a forbidden word. There is no such thing as a sterile man. There are only women who are fruitful, and women who are barren. But you know better than to subscribe to such damning ideology.

“Darling. I’ve seen so many top Commanders’ Handmaids in this room. In and out, month after month they come back and their Wives ask me why they aren’t pregnant yet.” He places a hand on your knee again, and that human contact makes you realise how much you crave the warmth of another person.

At the same time, his words awaken the hollow desperation in your chest. If… if Jeon is really sterile, that means no matter how many times you try, you won’t get pregnant. If all the Commanders are really sterile, then no matter how many assignments you get…

“It’s your third month here, isn’t it?” His kind voice accompanies the gentle stroke of his thumb on your knee.

Before you can answer, he steps away from you, walking to the door and double checking that it’s locked. Then, he’s between your legs again, and this time, his ungloved hands are caressing the top of your thighs. You can feel his hips pressing against you insistently.

“I can help you,” he says in a low whisper. “It’s your last chance.”

Your mind is in a fog. It’s hard to think clearly when you are craving his touch on your body, and the way in which he wraps your legs around his waist so delicately has you wanting to give in. Let this be a form of rebellion. An act of reclaiming your body and your agency, giving it to a man who treats you like a human being, and more importantly, deciding who you give it to. So that when Jeon performs the Ceremony with you tonight, no one but you will have the secret pleasure of knowing that someone else was here before him.

And if you do get pregnant, you will have the last laugh as you watch Jeon raise a baby that isn’t even his to begin with.

How’s that for rebelling? It’s no longer just about getting pregnant.

“I’ve helped many other Handmaids before,” Dr Kim Taehyung continues furtively. “They were all on their third Assignments. I saved them from the Wastelands.”

You don’t need any more convincing. You reach out and pull the thin privacy sheet aside, finally revealing Dr Kim Taehyung’s face. He looks taken aback at your bold actions.

“Do it, Doctor,” you fix your eyes on him with determination. “Get me pregnant.”

Dr Kim Taehyung looks as if he wasn’t expecting you to say yes to him, and delight slowly spreads across his face. But he can’t help himself from bringing one of his hands to your face, brushing your cheek and admiring your silent, resilient beauty.

“U-um, okay. He-here goes,” he fumbles with his dress pants, and the confidence from minutes ago is nowhere to be found. It occurs to you that he might have been fibbing about helping the other Handmaids before you, but it doesn’t matter. It’s no longer just about getting pregnant, anyway.

Thanks to the lubrication, he slides in easily. You catch a glimpse of him before he does, and a second later you feel his girth acutely. During the Ceremony, the lights are always turned off, so you never have a chance to see what Jeon’s dick looks like. If you were to compare, it feels around the same as Dr Kim’s. Except this time, you are doing this of your own accord.

The squeaking of the chair against the floor is deafeningly loud as he begins to thrust earnestly, and the thrill that you could be caught at any moment makes you feel more alive than you’ve ever been since the rise of Gilead. You can feel him at your cervix as he grips your thighs, and you make sure to wrap them around him tightly.

In an unprecedented move, Dr Kim reaches down to brush his thumb against your clit, and your walls clench around him in response. He swears under his breath as he shifts his position to rest his elbows on either side of you so that he can increase the strength behind his thrusts.

“Sh-shit, you feel so good,” he groans as he sneaks his hand in between your bodies once more to pinch your clit. No one has cared about your pleasure like this in a long while, and you feel your body responding to his ministrations, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Ha-harder, Doctor,” you feel his cheek press against your breast. “Cum inside me.”

You swear you can feel him twitch inside you, as he bites his lip hard. You have a hard time holding back your derisive laughter as Dr Kim Taehyung gets more turned on than ever. So this is his kink? This is the perfect job for him. Seeing Handmaids who are more often than not desperate to get pregnant, no matter by whom.

You feel a modicum of power back in the palm of your hand, which is more than you’ve felt in ages. The feeling of having power over someone else as you watch the pleasure take over Dr Kim Taehyung’s expression is addictive. The man is losing himself in between your legs, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh. Meanwhile you are the one watching him rut pathetically, straining to reach his end.

“Cum inside me, Doctor,” you say again, squeezing your walls around him and relishing his groan. “I’ll make you cum inside me.”

“Pl-please, call me Taehyung,” he pleads, raising himself up on his elbows to beg for a kiss.

You oblige, watching his desperation slowly take over his entire being. His lips are soft as he kisses you like a man starved, and you wonder who was the last person he kissed like this. Does he kiss all of the Handmaids he impregnates?

The next words you say are perfectly calculated. “Taehyung, I want your baby.”

There’s no reaction other than his hands clenching into tight fists, and his breathing getting harsher and harsher as his cock slams deep into you, and you clench around him one more time, only to feel him fill you up with his cum. The seed that you need to get pregnant and save your own life.

He doesn’t stop thrusting. His cock is still twitching inside you, and you can still feel the cum threaten to leak out. Dr Kim Taehyung lets out a long sigh of contentment as he expertly tilts the chair so that your hips are slightly raised.

When he’s satisfied, he slowly pulls out, eyes glued to the mess in between your legs. Only a little bit of cum is dripping out, and he reaches for a tissue to clean it up. The way he’s looking at you, a little bit too fondly, makes you realise that this is getting a bit too personal for your liking.

“Blessed be the fruit,” you remind him, and the phrase is like magic. You are all reminded of your roles in this society, and the forbidden act which you have both committed.

Dr Kim Taehyung seems to sober up when he hears this, as he tucks himself back into his pants and attempts to straighten his doctor’s coat.

“May the Lord open. You should… um. Stay here for the next ten to fifteen minutes. The nurses will be in to help you get dressed shortly,” he clears his throat as he lets the privacy curtain fall back into place. “And um… good luck.”

He leaves the room hurriedly, and you close your eyes, squeezing your thighs together and feeling the warmth that his cum leaves behind, feeling like your body is finally yours again.

You don’t know how much time has passed before the nurses come in and help you get dressed, and when you walk out of the room, Yeri makes a pointed remark about how long she had to wait. You follow her without a word to the car, waiting as Driver Jung opens the door for her, then you.

All the while, a secret smile upon your lips as you feel the cum from earlier drip down your inner thigh.

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Madeira. ( Taehyung x OC) Part 1/2

Genre : Angst, Sexually Explicit Content.

Kim Taehyung x OC

Cop Au!

Married Taehyung x Oc! ( Estranged )

Cop Taehyung! Bartender Oc !

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A/N : This is my spin on the brother’s best friend trope. I wrote this for @ladyartemesia Who made the amazing banner for the fic..

Because of one of her posts :D :D But I hope all of you enjoy it.

Also listen , i was supposed to write a simple brother’s best friend fic , maybe playful fluff and mild angst and some smut but this thing snowballed into a plot monster and now here we are.

This is part 1.

Part 2 soon :)

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“So... that husband of yours is still missing, huh?" The man leaning against the bar smelled like sewage.

There really was no other word for it.

He smelled like he’d been drenched in the water that usually ran down the streets, whenever the heavens opened and poured a fucking deluge on us. Like he’d taken a soak in the disgusting broth of decaying produce, discarded animal entrails and everyday garbage. You know, the kind of stuff you find in the market street of a small town.

I ignored him, exhaling sharply and dragging the rag across the counter again, this time with a little more force behind it to make up for the urge to wrap my hands around the fucker’s neck.

Not the man leaning on the bar that is.

The man who had abandoned me.

Kim fucking Taehyung.

My breath shuddered out of me , a headache blooming inside my skull at the very thought of him. it was kind of unwarranted, I guess because it really wasn’t perfect Kim Taehyung’s fault that his wife of five years and seven months hadn’t seen him in ...well, five years and six months.

Fuck.

But see he wasn’t missing from my life by design.

He certainly hadn’t intended to leave me alone because , well for one, he loved me. and two, his best friend aka my big brother Park Jimin would skin him alive if he tried something like that.

They were best friends, bosom buddies since kinder garten and the only time they’d ever fought was when Jimin had walked in on me choking on Kim Taehyung’s dick in our coat closet at the age of seventeen ( 19 in Taehyung’s case) .

Taehyung had sported a black eye for two whole weeks.

So you see, Taehyung wouldn’t just leave me without reason, not unless he wanted to be castrated by my brother.

No.

The reason Kim Taehyung wasn’t around was because he had taken up an assignment, an undercover assignment a month after our wedding.

An assignment that was supposed to last two months. Except it hadn’t and now, it had been a whole five and a half years since I’d seen the man I loved.

Kim fucking Taehyung.

See, Taehyung was a detective.

A brilliant, A- class detective in Seoul PD’s Narcotics Division and he had a reputation.

A reputation as one of the most ruthless, merciless men on the force.

Taehyung had a mind that worked like no other, somehow able to predict exactly how drug dealers moved, how the shipments were going to be smuggled. He could tell where the deal was going to go down, what kind of security measures they would be up against and the most intriguing of all : just what drug a person had taken, simply from staring into their damn eyes .

It wasn’t uncommon for his cop buddies to comment how lucky the country was, that Kim Taehyung had chosen to be on this side of the law .

So Kim Taehyung’s reputation as a brilliant detective was well earned and that was why, when people heard his reputation and then met him, they were always stunned.

Because, for someone with such a terrifying aura , Taehyung looked deceptively.....well ethereal was the word. Beautiful was another. So fucking gorgeous he could make angels cry.

But Taehyung didn’t just look like a fucking angel. He acted like one. He acted like he had been sent on earth, simply to fight every bad guy in the city and while I had been proud and amazed and suitably enthralled with his prowess in the beginning, the fact that he had chosen to just leave me , really fucking hurt.

It hurt that the boy i had grown up with , the boy who had been my first everything hadn’t thought twice about leaving me behind. About leaving everything we had spent a whole decade building , behind just because he couldn’t control the urge to save the fucking world.

Every damn time.

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The water in my parents’ home was often murky and I had to let it run for a few minutes, before sticking the bucket underneath the tap. I watched the water turn clearer, cupping my palms underneath the flow watching it run clear. I nudged the bucket with my foot , under the tap and the sound of the water hitting the cheap plastic filled the cramped bathroom, loud and jarring.

I leaned against the chipped blue tiles, fingers shaking as I clenched them into fists. I had moved year about nine months after Taehyung had left, when it became clear that he wasn’t going to be coming back anytime soon and it became hard, paying the rent for our modest apartment in Itaewon.

Jimin had offered to help, offered to let me move in with him and his wife Irene, but he had been newly married as well, with a baby on the way. And i just couldn’t do that to him. I’d called my parents, explained that Taehyung and I were taking a break and could I move in for a while?

My parents had been stunned.

A break after ten months of marriage? what had happened?

I’d kept my mouth shut because everything was a security risk. I couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t cry or complain or seek comfort in my mother’s gentle words. Instead i’d spent the days, locked up in my childhood bedroom, pouring over my journals, my keepsakes and photos, reliving the years I’d spent, loving and learning and cherishing Taehyung.

First kiss in his garage at the age of fifteen , laughing over a failed skateboard trick. How he’d grinned at me, watching me whine over the scrape on my knee, how he’d stared up at me through the sweat damp bangs on his forehead as he’d knelt on the floor, sticking a bandaid over the scrape and then instead of moving away as usual, he mad moved in, brushed his lips against mine, stole the breath out of my lung , the soul out of my body .

And Those first two years of denial....when he would practically run out of the door if i so much as breathed in his direction.

“You’re Jimin’s sister.. I can’t...”

God often he’d said that...over and over again until the words lost all meaning for me. I had wanted him so blindly. Had fought any girl who so much as looked at him and every one of my girlfriends knew to stay clear off Kim Taehyung.

The whispers, anytime someone showed an interest on the most handsome boy in school.

Yes, he is gorgeous, yes he is smart and amazing but he belongs to her. She’ll kill you if you come near him.

I’d enjoyed it. I enjoyed knowing that everyone could see that he belonged with me, even if Taehyung himself didn’t .

And me at seventeen, watching him talk about leaving .... How he was going to join the police academy and become a cop and that had been the final straw. I’d all but barrelled into his home and kissed him.

Told him in no uncertain terms that he was not going anywhere without telling me he loved me. And if he didn’t , I wanted him to swear he would never regret it. That when , years from now, he saw me walking down the aisle with some other guy, he would stand in the wedding party, next to my actual brother and not regret that he let me go.

Taehyung had kissed me back with fervor that still made my lips tingle.

And that last week before he left, when we had spent all our waking hours, either having sex or thinking about having sex. How we’d christened every surface of our parents’ house , our rooms and finally the coat closet after one particularly tense game of truth and dare.

That was a memorable one because my brother had walked in, just as Taehyung had gripped my hair hard enough to bruise and shoved his ‘ big by any standards’ dick straight down my throat.

Talk about embarrassing.

And it had taken a whole lot of begging and cajoling and promises to not have sex till we were married, for my brother to come around.

But he had.

And for five glorious years, I had been Kim Taehyung’s girlfriend. Watched him climb the ranks at seoul PD with a speed that was amazing. Watching him become the youngest detective on the force... watched him carve a reputation for himself in the Narcotic department.

And one evening, having dinner in a posh restaurant with our family and friends, I had watched him get down on his knees , a small velvet box in his hand eyes practically sparkling with love as he stared at me.

“The only one you’re walking down the aisle with is me, sweetheart.” He had rasped, over the raucous cheering of all the most important people in our lives.

But the joy had been short lived.

Just a month after our wedding Taehyung had taken up the assignment. Just two months, he had promised. I’ll be back in two months baby. I love you so damn much, you know that....

I had said it was okay. it wasn’t but i had said. Had promised to wait for him. To keep myself safe.

Two months had turned to two years. Two years had turned to three. Three to four and four to five.

Lonely. I was so lonely.

Even living with my parents, the solitude had been unbearable. The ache from not being touched by him . The ache from not being able to touch him. From not having that boxy smile to greet me in the morning. Not running my fingers through his hair as he left hickeys all over me. Not having him over me, staring down at me, eyes heavy and hard as he fucked into me.

I missed him so fiercely it was a physical ache. An intense , hollow ache filled with anxiety and longing.

And terror.

Oh god I was so terrified.

The fear was all encompassing somedays and I had to bite down on my pillows just to stop myself from giving in to hysteria. To start sobbing, uncontrollably because the thought would come out of nowhere, bowling me over in it’s intensity.

The burning fear that perhaps he was hurt.

That perhaps he was no longer of this world and i would never even know. That perhaps right this moment he was lying in some abandoned warehouse, bleeding out , thinking of me, wishing he could see me and he was just going to die alone . And I would never know.

I spoke to Jimin on the phone to Jimin every weekend. But sometimes, once every three or four weeks, Jimin called in the day.

We would exchange small talk.

And then he would say,

“Had a glass of madeira last night.” “ spoke to Taehyung’s handler last night.

I would grip the phone hard, brace myself for the good , the bad or the ugly that was to come.

“Tasted great. Was thinking of you.” He’s fine. He misses you. He loves you.

“Okay. Thank you Jimin.”

And that was that.

The sound of the water spilling over drew me to the present and i blinked, staring down at the water flooding the bathroom, the drainhole struggling to get rid of the excess water.

The house was deserted.

My parents had died a year ago. And now it was just me.

I swallowed , shaking my head before grabbing the hem of my dress and stripping.

Shower.

And then bed.

Alone.

Always so fucking alone.

The phone rang then and i groaned.

God, I hated having to leave the shower to attend calls but the reception here was terrible and I could only get calls if I left the phone on the small table by the bed.

Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my torso, I stumbled out into the dimply lit bedroom, reaching for my phone.

I couldn’t recognize the number and I frowned, before accepting the call.

“Hello?”

“Yerin?”

Every hair on my body stood on end and my body curned hot and then went icy cold really really fast.

“T-T-Tae??” I whispered, gripping the phone so hard my fingers went number.

Five years later and his voice was so different. Deep and raspy and exhausted and I couldn’t make sense of it. Was this real? Was i having a fever dream? Had i fell in the shower and hit my head?

“Hey baby.” He chuckled.

“Is this real? Is it you?” I whispered, confused and my head spinning and my vision fading a little.

“Yeah. “ He coughed a bit and i panicked. “ I’m back. “

I froze.

“Wh-What?”

“I’m back. I’m home. I’m .... I’m back.”

I stared at the wall, too stunned to process what I was hearing.

I could hear his voice through the phone but I couldn’t respond.

Staring at the screen , I hung up.

And then, I finally gave in to the hysterics.

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k-comfyspace · 3 years

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Star: Kim Hyunjin (Loona)

Idea: No

Sometimes all it takes is one moment to change everything

A/n: It's a little confusing and messy, sorry!

You wiped the sweat from your brow, placing your hands on your knees as you stood by the side of the field. Watching the ball move from player to player.

When you caught your breath, your legs went to work as you sprinted nearly half of the field when your teammate called for your name.

They kicked the ball towards your direction, slowing your pace until you managed to catch it, doing a full 180 and running towards the enemy goal.

When you saw their defender get nervous, so you faked them out, looking to the left but kicking the ball with your left foot towards the right edge of the goal.

There was silence for a few seconds, as the ball rapidly darted until it hit the net. Loud cheering only registered in your ears when you felt bodies crash into you.

"You did it, Y/n!"

A bright smile came over your features as you got pulled up by your team. Each of them patting you on the back. Though you could feel something else when you had turned to your bench.

Almost like a lingering feeling on the back of your head, shifting your gaze, your eyes locked on a pair of cat like-eyes, staring at you from across the field. You knew who they were, albeit the distance.

They only belonged to one person, Kim Hyunjin.

You knew Hyunjin since she was often being spoken about by the student body, from her pretty face to her wits. There were also countless times you two had been grouped together.

But you never got to talk since the girl would only focus on the main project, or won’t speak unless necessary.

Though you found it weird that you would always catch her staring, oftentimes you knew she was staring but paid no mind to it. You were nobody compared to her.

Everything you were known for was all condensed into one thing, sports. And with graduation just around the corner, this year would be your last year at the same school with the mysterious cat-eyed girl.

Hyunjin didn’t know what to do.

She would always look at you, but she never could muster up the courage to approach you. For years, she caught sight of you. Since the first day she came, you were the first person that piqued her interest.

Always the student at the back, silent, but she often sees you in the field. Playing your best as you beat every single opponent that would step on that field with you.

It amazed her that you weren’t a heartthrob. That every other girl isn’t already kissing your shoes, gushing about how fit and cool you were.

She would also often notice you slinking away when everything was over. Heading to the showers first and leaving earlier than the rest of the class.

You were quiet, cool, and unique.

Maybe that was the reason she kept on pinning you.

For months, she’s seen you, trying to get the courage she needed to approach you and talk. But every time she would, everything she built up would disappear, turning into this cold person who wouldn’t talk.

At first, she thought that it was merely because she admired you. But throughout the years, she’d had enough time to figure out her feelings.

After three long years, she’d figured it out. A few months ago, she admitted to herself that she indeed liked you.

But time was running out and she was afraid that she wouldn’t get another opportunity like this. Her idol career is almost close to its peak.

She was about to debut soon, and though she didn’t want to deal with the hurt both of you would feel, she was determined enough to make it work.

All she needed was a little confidence.

A few weeks later and you were already hugging your friends, taking pictures with your professors as you held your diploma with pride.

You were almost on your way out when you felt someone tap your shoulder. Turning around, you were shocked to see the person your curiosity had been piqued at.

"Hey," she greeted you, her voice hush as her round eyes locked on with yours.

"Hyunjin-ssi, congratulations," you replied, smiling at her while she kept staring at you, her face blank, and you were confused about why she had approached you.

"Congratulations too, Y/n," you were surprised to know that she knew your name, but you had been getting a little popular since your last game, though you weren’t expecting her to talk to you since the last time you two spoke was during your last project three months ago.

You two stood there for a while, not saying a word, the atmosphere slowly getting awkward before you spoke,

"Well, I should be heading out now, Hyunjin-ssi, congratulations, see you, good luck in the future,"

You rubbed your neck awkwardly, waiting to see if she would say anything, but nothing came out of her mouth, only keeping her eyes on you before you gave her one last smile before you turned to leave.

"Hey, are you ready?" Hyunjin abruptly closed the drawer, turning to face her best friend, and nodded, "Let’s go," Heejin didn’t notice the look on her friend’s face, only smiling as they left the dorms, making sure they told Haseul before leaving.

Hyunjin and Heejin were heading down to buy some bread. Having lost their stock the day before, they made sure to plan out an afternoon so they could take their time to pick out what they wanted.

When they went into the store, a smile spread on Hyunjin’s face when she caught a glimpse of the bread section. Already walking there with a small skip to her steps, which surely the bunny giggled at.

About an hour into their shopping, Hyunjin noticed something in the corner of her eye, followed by hearing a familiar voice that felt nostalgic. She turned her head, seeing someone wearing a coat, picking out cereal boxes as they muttered to themselves.

Unconsciously, the cat-eyed girl walked toward the person, leaving Heejin to pick out the food before she reached over and tapped their shoulder.

"Should I buy the white ones or the chocolate ones," you muttered to yourself, holding each box in your hand before feeling a hand on your shoulder.

Turning your body, you raised your eyebrows when a girl stood in front of you, wearing a mask, as her round eyes looked at you, though not saying a word.

"Sorry, do I know you?" you asked after a minute of silence, the stranger reached up to remove their mask, a small smile on your face when you recognized the girl.

"Hyunjin-ssi, it’s been a while, how are you?" You asked her, suddenly memories floating in your head during your high school days with the girl.

"I’m good. How about you?"

A smile spread onto your face when you heard her talk, before a teasing smile lingered on your lips,

"Normal, I’ve been doing fine, but of course, not as fine as your life now, Ms. Idol," you teased, but her round eyes showed no reaction, "Things surely don’t change, you’re still as quiet as I remembered,"

For a minute, the two of you just stood there, before hearing Hyunjin’s name being called out, from the end of the aisle.

You saw familiarity in the brown hair, the puppy eyes that you would often see in the posters. As quickly as she could, Hyunjin shuffled through her bag.

Taking an old receipt and a pen before she wrote her number, placing it in your hands before she turned,

"Call me sometime, Y/n-ssi, let’s hang out sometime,"

You were shocked by her words, almost experiencing vertigo at the speed of the changes. But still, without fail, you eventually saved her number, texting her a quick ‘Hi’ before you continued your groceries. Hyunjin, in your mind, "I would never understand that girl."

"You’re leaving again, Hyunjin?" Haseul saw her member heading to the door, wearing her mask as she prepared to leave.

A month had already passed since she met you, and ever since the following week, you two met, Hyunjin had asked you to hang out, excusing it as a way to catch up.

Surely, her members would notice the days where she would leave, opting not to go with Heejin to the gym, or sleep during their off days.

Eventually, she explained who she was meeting, which led to her members already knowing who they were, just to make sure that Hyunjin was safe. Which in itself was a different story on its own.

"She’s hanging out with Y/n, unnie what’d you expect," Heejin teased, coming out of the hallway, most of the members already believed that you two were dating, and that the cat-eyed girl didn’t say it.

But Hyunjin didn’t argue since it all worked out. You two have been having a fun time. With you successfully making Hyunjin come out of her shell as she was getting comfortable around you, talking and bickering like you have been friends for years.

"Hey dummy," you raised your head with a smile, recognizing the voice as you waved, drinking your coffee, while Hyunjin sat on the opposite side.

Today, you two decided that a simple hangout at the cafe was nice, not wanting to do much because you knew Hyunjin was a bit tired from promoting. You got her an americano, knowing how much she loved it, even if the weather was against it.

The conversation started almost naturally, both of you not running out of words as both of you seemingly already told your life stories. But a few hours later, you found silence, your head wandering as you contemplated if you wanted to tell her or not.

Though eventually, you did.

"Hey," you called out, taking her attention away from the window, as she locked her gaze into yours,

"I’m gonna tell you something, but don’t laugh at me okay? It’s been a long time," you said, watching how she nodded, though the flash in her eye said otherwise.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, "I used to have--uh," you paused, sighing as you contemplated, deciding if this was worth the embarrassment, sighing you did it anyway,

"I used to crush on you when we were in high school,"

There was silence, waiting before you opened your eyes. Seeing her face blank, you were afraid that you had ruined the moment, but suddenly she burst into laughter. Pulling a whine out of you as you reached out to hit her,

"Yah, you said you wouldn’t laugh!" You whined, but she merely showed you a smile, wiping the tears in her eyes.

"I’m sorry, it’s just too good. You’re a funny one, L/n,"

Hyunjin passed it off as a joke, but deep down, she hoped that it was true, but all of a sudden, you clicked your tongue, and the words that left your mouth managed to make her stop,

"I’m not lying, Hyunjin, I did like you," the seriousness in your voice made Hyunjin pause, the intensity of your gaze as you spoke, she knew then that you weren’t joking.

Hyunjin let her mind wander, so all that time you liked her? Her? The girl that wouldn’t even speak a proper sentence because they were pinning too hard to notice?

A few minutes of silence reigned for a while before Hyunjin blinked away from her thoughts, looking at you before she spoke, "Yeah, I would’ve liked myself too," she said, pulling a laugh out of you as the conversation picked up again.

After a few more hours, it was time for you to leave. Having an emergency, you bid goodbye to the girl, waving as she smiled and watched you leave. A glint in her eyes while watching your form until it disappeared from her sight.

She sat there for a while, contemplating, her mind turning as she left the cafe.

Maybe she still had a chance.

The next day, Hyunjin found herself, back in the same cafe, smiling as she talked with you. She had called you the night before, saying that she wanted to tell you something.

Of course, being the person you were, you agreed, curious about what she wanted to say since she preferred to say it face to face than on the call.

"So what did you want to say?" You asked her, eating your cake as she suddenly grew quiet, but as she mustered her courage to say what she wanted, you saw a person enter, your eyes turning into crescents as they saw you.

"I wanted to say that--"

Hyunjin couldn’t continue, when you placed the cake down and stopped her,

"Wait, first I wanted you to meet someone," her brows furrowed, when you stood up, waving the person over, and Hyunjin couldn’t believe the next words that left your mouth.

"This is my girlfriend. I think you already know her too,"

Hyunjin’s jaw dropped, seeing her old friend remove her mask as she waved at her, shaking her head as she was afraid this was all a dream.

"Jooeun?" The girl smiled at her, both of them taking a seat, your hands clasped as both of you wore a sweet smile, "Hello, Hyunjin, it’s been a long time, I’m glad you made it!"

Hyunjin was dumbfounded, her hopes suddenly getting crushed when she had remembered the words you had said just mere seconds ago,

"J-Jooeun, it’s nice to see you," she replied, almost forcefully as she watched the scene, seeing her heartbreak when you leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

"You two are gross, but I’m h-happy for you," it was forced, but you two managed to believe it, smiling like a happy couple while Hyunjin became quiet on the side.

It was a grueling hour, each sweet gesture, further breaking her heart, as she watched you two be so happy.

At some point, Hyunjin couldn’t take it so, she faked picking up her phone, apologizing to you and Jooeun as she left. When she got back to the dorms, she immediately went to her room. Closing the doors before leaving against the door.

She chuckled to herself, her eyes stinging a little before she closed them entirely, crossing her arms, as she sighed.

She thought she was early, since yesterday, she had this hope, an inkling feeling that this was going to work out. That faith managed to bring you two together.

She was planning to tell you today, that she liked you, that she still likes you, but the events that took place brought her down to a point where she hated herself.

Had she been confident enough, if she were just early, if she wasn’t so scared, then she wouldn’t have been feeling this right now. If she weren’t so terrified, then it would’ve been her sitting beside you.

Opening her eyes, Hyunjin walked to her desk, sitting on the chair as she opened her drawer. Reaching to the bottom of the stacked papers and books before pulling out a small card, a photo.

A sad smile as she closed her eyes, a lone tear falling on her cheeks as she remembered.

"See you, Hyunjin-ssi,"

When she saw you turn, something came over Hyunjin as she chased after you, once again tapping your shoulder as you turned to face her,

"Wait,"

You looked at her, eyebrows raised, "I-uh wanted to take a picture with you," Hyunjin had said, stuttering, she could see the confusion in your eyes, yet you nodded anyway.

Standing beside her as she pulled out her camera, taking a picture, Hyunjin thanked you. Pulling you into a small hug as she smiled.

"See you in the future, L/n Y/n."

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Lesson 7 - Power Off

Today’s Lesson: Power Off

Today’s Teacher: Plum by Sam Kim

What happens when your protagonist keeps facing stronger and stronger opponents in their rise to the top of an imaginary field of expertise?

Plum is a very sweet, pleasant, positive comic with creative character and environment designs and an unusual premise that falls apart the longer the comic continues.

I feel bad saying anything negative about Plum because like, it’s nice. A lot of Webtoons have characters that are deeply unpleasant to each other out of the belief that conflict is essential for storytelling and therefore everyone needs to be mad at each other all the time, but the characters in Plum are kind and friendly and supportive of each other and I really appreciate that.

The concept is also pretty wacky in a fun way-- our protagonist Plum dreams of becoming the best player in a fictional sport called fruit stacking, in which a pitcher throws fruit to the stacker and the stacker tries to balance the tallest stack of fruit they can, while also knocking their opponent’s stack off-balance in the process.

Do you see the problem yet?

Fruit stacking is not a sport that exists in the real world, and it’s highly unlikely it ever will, so the author is forced to make up how this fictional sport works. Since the story is about Plum and his friends becoming the best fruit stackers in the world, they have to face opponents of progressively increasing ability and difficulty to improve their skills and advance. But fruit stacking is pretty simple mechanically- there’s not a lot of room for strategy when you’re just lobbing fruit someone else gave you at your teammate, or your teammate’s opponent. So as the difficulty level increases, Plum’s team and their opponents both start whipping out supernatural abilities that break the laws of physics even more than stacking up dozens of fruits in one hand already do.

We never actually see Plum and Yubari practicing the special moves they use in their match before it happens- the durian smokescreen pictured above was just as surprising and new to the reader as to their opponents, when it shouldn’t have been because we’re following Plum’s journey and his perspective. The training montage leading up to the match is brief, only three episodes, and it focuses on basic strength training and metaphorical “BE the fruit” training instead of actual fruit stacking maneuvers.

It’s difficult to keep a long running battle or competition-focused series going without constantly ratcheting up. Hirohiko Araki (creator of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) discusses this in his book Manga: Theory and Practice, where he talks about the pros and cons of tournament arcs in serialized manga. And one of the main problems is that after the hero wins the tournament, they have to start over again from the bottom, and you don’t want to have to write the same story arc over and over.

To make battles in the same basic structure different, creators do things like invent new fantastical powers for the heroes and their opponents to fight with, and end up losing the readers because the rules for the world stop being clear. I don’t know the limits of what’s possible in the fruit stacking universe, and I don’t know how impressed I should be with everyone’s special abilities because there’s no barometer for me to tell how special they are.

I love sports stories because I love reading about characters who are passionate about improving in an activity they love, and work hard to achieve their goals. I followed Plum eagerly for a few months until it lost me by forgetting what made it fun and interesting in the first place. I feel like fruit stacking as a concept wasn’t very well thought out, and the more fruit stacking battles happened, the more the holes in the idea showed through.

Exercise: pick a sport or game you’re reasonably familiar with (could be speed rubik’s cube solving, could be soccer, something where you know the rules off the top of your head). Come up with three different ways you personally could win at this game, being honest about your level of expertise and the kinds of opponents you might face at a similar level. Now come up with three different ways a character you’ve created could lose at this game, without giving them any additional advantages or disadvantages. What kind of techniques or training could your character undertake to perform better?

Webtoon Rec of the Day: There are very, very few sports Webtoon Originals out there right now (literally 12 of them I just counted), and the only one I’ve read and feel comfortable recommending is Blades of Furry, which also features a fictional sport in the form of battle ice skating (and anthropomorphic animals, and vampires). It’s really funny and really interesting, and battle ice skating works both because the creators use real ice skating as a framework for the fictional sport, and because the sport is only part of the story which is also about the secret romance between two ice skaters.

A Canvas fantastical sports webtoon I also really enjoy is Midnight Furies, about uh, magic basketball, and also grief, poverty, power, adolescence, lots of things. It’s pretty neat!

But really if you want to read a good sports comic, manga’s where it’s at. Have you read Haikyu!! yet?

#if I made this post without mentioning haikyuu at all my friends would all message me asking if I am feeling unwell.#learn from webtoons #webtoons #webtoon recommendations #sports comics #sports webtoons

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