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[explodingstarlight]

goodnight dr. death

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[nerdyjournals]

SCORPIUS

Genre: mystery

Y/N Notes: they/them, female presenting

Ship: DECIDED BUT SECRET

Summary: After one friend is reported dead and the other reported missing, the remaining 7 have to put together their last actions in order to figure out what happened.

The group settled back into their seats as their phones dinged with a new message.

"How do we even know this is Minho?" Seungmin asked. "For all we know, this could be someone using his phone."

"But what if it's not?" Jisung hummed. "He may not be as active as we are, but I know Minho. If he's pressed for time, he's sending everything at once."

"What about these errands?"

"Y/N always talked about her G.O.D bag and Info-folder anytime she was about to go somewhere sketchy or meet a date off the internet. She drilled it into our heads every single time."

"G.O.D bag?" Felix asked.

"It's her Get-Outta-Dodge Bag. It has clothes, toiletries, and copies of all her documents in case she couldn't take them."

"As cool as it is they're prepped for doomsday, I think we're overlooking the high implications of something," Jeongin said as they turned to him. "Y/N's alive."

"If she's alive, where is she?" Felix turned to Chan. "Any ideas?"

Chan wasn't listening. His fingers were already typing in the number. His heart pounded against his chest, feeling like it was trying to burst with all the anxiety and worry filling him.

His laughter confused them. They couldn't understand how he was so giddy right now.

"Chan?" Jeongin caught his attention again. "What's our next move?"

"Do what he says." He slid his phone down the table, letting them all read it as relief began to fall on their faces. "We're about to play a game."

-

Felix and Seungmin pulled up to the Han River, silently scratching their heads. The place had over one dozen tteokbokki stands. How were they supposed to find the right one?

"Anything?" Seungmin asked, pulling out his phone.

"Nothing yet." Felix looked around before scrolling through Y/N's social media again. There wasn't much to work off of, but he believed there to be a hint hidden in there. "There!" He pulled up a photo. "It's the stand near the bridge."

"How certain are you?"

"Like 70%."

Their feet slapped against the pavement as they ran towards their next clue.

An older woman was closing up her stand for a break as they approached. Seeing their frazzled look, she waved them down and held out a small laptop case.

"You two are friends with Y/N, yes?" She asked as they nodded. "Her boy came and said you would be by for this. Told me to tell you 'fruit cove' too. Whatever that means."

"Thank you ma'am." Seungmin said, as Felix took the case. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

They walked back up to their car, settling in before Felix looked into the bag and pulled out a file.

"Min, you're gonna want to see what they put in here."

-

Han rocked on his feet half an hour later, watching as trains roared through the station. Y/N's duffle hung from his shoulder, filled with all her essential G.O.D items.

Someone tapped his shoulder. He froze before recognizing the familiar pattern being pressed into the muscle.

Turning around, he felt relief as Minho stood there with his hands in his pockets. The man was covered in bruises; one stemming from his left cheek bone and another blooming around his right eye. His knuckles were wrapped in gauze that still had speckles of blood covering them.

"Are you okay?" That was the first question out of Jisung's mouth. "How's Y/N?"

"They're safe. Alive and safe." He watched Jisung deflate with a deep exhale before holding out on arm. "Come here."

The boy melted into his side.

"You guys are gonna give Chan gray hair."

"Too late. I've seen them." They laughed as Minho took hold of the bag. "I gotta go. Y/N needs me."

"Why can't we go with you?"

"The less people who know about her right now, the better. Besides me, it's only her family and now you guys. Which brings me to the most important thing I'll say today," he grabbed Jisung by the face to make him pay attention, "DO NOT talk about them out loud after leaving here today. Someone is looking to finish what they started and if they do, it won't be pretty for anyone."

"Can you at least tell me why the secrets?"

"Not right now. Just go to the fruit cove with the others when you can, okay?"

With one more pat on Jisung's head, Minho went to board a waiting train and disappeared into the distance.

The boy on the platform reached up to tug at the chain around his neck. It brought him a sort of comfort to feel the two magnets on the side of the charm, knowing exactly who wore the matching pieces.

'Fruit cove,' he mouthed before gasping out in realization.

-

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[lix-ables]

°꒰ drunk on you ─── b.chan. ꒱

pairing. chan x f.reader.

[minors dni, smut includes f rec (cunnilingus + fingering), oral fixation, sub chan (sir be vv cocky at the end), degradation (chan gets called a brat, dumb, needy and pathetic), panty smelling, etc]

synopsis. where your boyfriend offers begs to eat you out.

word count. 1743. masterlist

note. so that one ask made me wanna write pussy drunk chan,, and this is just stuck in my head, im in my delulu hours for sub chan hhhh,, this is part 1/2. enjoy lovvies ‹3

“open wider, that’s a good boy.” a whimper leaves chan’s throat as he closes his lips around your thumb, while your other hand plays with the top button of his dress shirt. letting your hand trail his now exposed collar bone, before resting your palm at the spot just above where you could feel his heartbeat. “so pretty for me, aren’t you?”

chan lets his tongue twirl around your finger, his eyes staring up at you as he moves his hand from his sides to touch you. a small slap to his arm makes his tongue stop moving, his lips removing themselves from your thumb with a small pop. “i asked you a question, baby. are you or are you not being pretty for me right now?” your words make him nod almost immediately, his fingers reaching to curl themselves around your wrist in hopes of getting your thumb back in his mouth. he needed it, still does, especially now.

the way you were sitting on his lap, in nothing but the new baby blue lingerie set you got for his birthday, the way your fingers now rested on his shoulder, your nails could dig into his skin if you wanted to, and chan would let that happen, with how needy he was currently being. he could feel his dick getting tighter in his sweats, and you grinding your almost bare cunt directly on it wasn’t helping at all. his eyes kept shifting to the way you moved against him, his eyes watching how your tits are now pressed up against his chest, and he could feel it against his skin, like he wasn’t wearing a shirt. he wished so bad he was shirtless. oh just to feel that rough material rub against his pecs as you teased him even more.

another slap to his thigh got him focused on you again. a sigh left your lips when you finally got him to look at you. “dreaming are we? didn’t i just ask you something? you’re deciding to be such a brat today, channie.”

those words got him shaking his head, letting his mouth fall wide open, a reply ready at his throat but refusing to leave it. “too dumb to speak, hm? how about you just nod yes or no, can we do that?” a single nod from the boy under you gets you smirking as you watch his expressions when you shift and adjust yourself on his lap. a sharp intake of breath from him gets you smiling at how desperate he was being. “you’re going to have to use your words as well, okay? or i’m not giving you anything. i’m going to leave you here and play with myself if you don’t specify, yeah?”

a small hum from him gives you a sign to continue, so you slip your hand into his shirt, your fingers travelling upward only to hear a grunt leave him. “what is it? and don’t forget to use your words, baby.”

“wanna touch -”

“touch what? didn’t i tell you to use your fucking words? it would honestly upset me if i had to leave you here, all needy, all by yourself,” you whisper to chan, fingers working to remove another button on his shirt. “you, please,” he lets out, and its almost like a mumble. a slow movement of your hips against him makes chan whimper, his hands that lay by his sides moving slowly, but carefully. instead of reaching for you like you expected him to, he curls his fingers into fists to stop himself from touching you.

“such a good boy, holding yourself back from touching me. you really want to listen don’t you?”

“just want you to continue touching me please,” chan replies, and you notice how he was still having his hands in fists. “just a minute ago, you asked to touch me. now you want me to touch you? you’re going to have to decide on just one, channie. i’m not giving you both.”

a frustrated whine makes you get off his lap, leaving him to stare at you, confused and very evidently needy. “c’mere,” you call for him, watching him stumble just a single step forward to where you were standing. “already weak, hm?” chan shamelessly nods, admitting he was weak for you, and looks at your face as you let your eyes fall at his boner. “need your shirt off, baby. surely you’re not weak enough for that simple thing, right?”

instead of replying, chan’s fingers work on removing the rest of his buttons on his shirt, his eyes fixed on you. you make your way to the couch where you previously were, leaving chan with a puzzled look on his face, before calling him to stand in front of you. “on your knees, love. if you behave, i’ll let you fuck me, okay?”

getting on his knees as he watches you spread your legs, enough for him to have a small peek at the design on your panties, along with a small damp stain at the centre, the sight itself making him groan out loud. “can i please -” “what, channie? eat me out, or just touch?”

“wanna eat you out, please. want to make you feel so good,” chan mutters, letting his head hang low, before you lean forward to tilt his chin up so he’s looking at you. “look at you being so polite while pleading to eat me out. how badly do you want to make me feel good?”

“so bad. want to taste you on my tongue, please. need to.”

now, until today you didn’t realise how bad chan’s oral fixation was. sure enough, previously he’s always wanted to have his mouth on your body, or always leaving kisses to your face. you remember when he first asked you if he could suck on your fingers, but he was shy about it. until you saw agreed and watched him twirl his tongue around your index finger, watched him have his lips wrapped around it, and watched him whine, letting the vibrations hit all the way down to your pussy, getting you wet almost immediately. any other day it was him wanting to suck on your nipples, wanting to mark them up, wanting to watch certain places on your skin darken up and become a deep shade of purple or red.

“i love how excited you are, baby,” you chuckle at him, seeing him smile at your words. “hands at the back, i don’t want to see your hands coming to touch me. or you won’t get to taste me at all.” with his hands behind his back, chan watches you with his brown eyes, as you shift your panties to the side, your fingers making their way to touch your inner thighs, your fingers trailing up to your clit, rubbing small circles to it, but before continuing, you let your fingers hook themselves at the waistband of the panties, removing it slowly, your eyes still looking at chan, and by now, you know he’s already lost his mind watching you tease him with your actions.

“c’mere, channie. hold on to these for me, okay?” you crumple the panties in your fist, giving it to chan, who’s hand grabbed them quickly, his fist holding them tightly, not wanting to let them go anytime soon. “such a pathetic baby, doesn’t it seem too filthy? always wanting to have your mouth on me?” you ask him as your fingers guide his face to your cunt, letting his nose nuzzle your clit a little, the small touch making your head press against the couch. “always begging to have more, always begging.”

chan hums in reply, opening his mouth to let his tongue lick a single stripe of wetness that formed, a groan leaving his throat as he inches closer to the couch, almost as though he was pressed up against your body and the couch, making sure there was no gap between you and his body.

he feels your leg lift up, and rest on his shoulder, your fingers tugging on his hair as your felt his nose press up against your clit way more than earlier - if anything was heaven, it was chan’s tongue, flat against your pussy, while his lips kept sucking on it. “hmmm, don’t tease baby. remember what i said… fuck, just like that -” you pant, grinding your hips against his face, making chan grip onto your panties tighter, feeling his nails dig into his palm, drawing cresents to his skin.

he loved it when you moved your hips into his face, or when your hips bucked into his hand when he fingered you. just thinking about the time you came on his face, and when he licked you dry, got him shy when it came to his mind once again.

“i love seeing you get so flustered. it’s cute -” you manage, fingers tightening and tangling into his hair a little more, a broken moan leaving your lips. you felt your mouth dry up every time you took a breath, feeling yourself get closer to your high, but you pushed chan away, making him whine in protest.

“no, channie. not now. maybe if you fucked me good, i’ll come around your pretty dick hm?”

“you really like teasing me, don’t you?” chan whispers, leaning his head to rest it on your thigh, bringing his fingers to curl around your leg and squeeze it. he presses a kiss to your skin as he watches your fingers move to rub small but fast patterns to your clit. “since you’re not finishing what you start, i might as well do it myself,” you huff. chan smiles, bringing your panties up to his nose, smelling it before he catches it between his teeth, holding it there, while his other hand moves to rest on your pussy, letting his middle finger slip into your cunt, a grunt leaving him when he feels your walls tighten around his finger.

“is this how tight you’re going to be around my cock?” chan asks, pumping his fingers in and out of you, while you rub faster around your clit, nodding at his question. “okay, that’s enough sweetheart. it’s my turn to take okay, yeah?” he whispers, pulling his finger out of you, bringing it to his lips, before tasting you, sucking it clean, and taking those same fingers to wrap around your wrist to stop your movements.

“my turn to play, okay?”

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[cross-word]

Valentine’s Day

Ethan Landry x male/GN reader

After being single for 19 years of life you see your crush asking to hang out today.

I never really said what pronounce the reader was sooo.

Word count: 559

You sit on your couch in your living room, today was the worst day February 14th. Valentine’s Day everyone around you was dating except you. Tara and Chad, Mindy and Anika, Sam and Danny, Quinn and her new boy toy. Today marks your 19th year of being single. Your 16 year old self thought that by now you’d have someone to love you.

God that little boy did not know anything.

You click play as another episode of modern family plays on your tv, when a buzz went off you looked at your phone someone texted you. It was Ethan he wanted to come over. Apparently Chad and Tara were taking Valentine's Day seriously.

You tried to clean up your mess as much as possible before Ethan showed up. You were vacuuming when a knock came from the door, walking towards it and opening the door you see Ethan with chips and chocolate in hand “your the only other single person I know so” he said showing the chocolates “wanna spend Valentine’s Day together” he asked you laugh at him “sure I’ll spend Valentine’s Day with you” you watch him walk into your apartment.

You two watched movies, shows until the sunset, you two didn’t know how long you’ve been watching. “Do you want to be my valentine?” Ethan blurted out, you turned to look at him with the faintest blush on his face.

You stared at him “aren’t I already your valentines, I mean you’re already spending valentines with me” you say Ethan looked at you shocked “oh, yeah I just wanted to make sure we had a mutual understanding” you turn away to look back at the tv.

Feeling a sudden weight on your shoulder, you lean your head on his. “Wanna lay down on me” you ask him immediately feeling his arms go under you “yeah I’d like that” hours went by with you two on the couch eventually falling asleep with Ethan on you listening to your heart beat.

You were woken by little slaps on your face “hey wake up buddy it’s almost 2 am” you hear from Anika “how long have you two been here” she watched as Ethan woke up and sits up “what time is it” you ask yawning “it’s almost two” she says “well he showed up at 6pm so” you tried to finish but your eyes were too heavy.

“8 hours you two have been laying there for 8 hours” she says walking away “I should go” Ethan says standing up, “or you could sleep over in my bed” you say watching grab your hand “yeah I want that” he says. The next day you two woke up in each other's arms.

You finish the story of how you and Ethan got together, “wait.. me and Tara weren’t at the apartment last year for valentines day” chad says questioning if your story was real.

When Ethan came back from the bathroom “Ethan..” you say he turns to you kissing your face “yeah what’s up” he ask “did you lie to me that Tara and chad were at your apartment having sex so you could spend valentine's day with me last year” you asked you watched as Ethan dug himself into your neck.

“Maybe… yeah I did” he says pampering your neck with little kisses you laugh kissing his head.

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[melon-cream-enmu]

Was going through my hidden folder and I just…

Cw hookups, non consensual phone call during consensual sex, enmu jacks off to the phone call, both you and enmu are freaks but neither of you know until the end, consensual sex initiated at school. Above photo us a girl but I’m pretty sure I left this free of any gendered terms

Being in love with your friend and classmate Enmu Tamio, being so disgustingly obsessed with him that thinkin about him with your hands down your pants isn’t enough for you. Toys aren’t enough, humping your pillow isn’t enough, riding your stuffed animals isn’t enough, nothing is enough anymore. Even when you watch videos you’ve taken of him and you, and listen to the audio files you get when you turn on your phone recorder without him knowing. You need him inside you.

But he’s so kind and sweet and…normal. You’ll ruin your friendship if he ever finds out, so you have to get off some other way.

So you start letting men use you, fuck you full of load after load shot into condoms now tied off or oozing onto the sheets as you stare longingly at your phone. At pictures of him smiling at you, at videos of him talking with you, and the secret things you’ve taken without him knowing. You can successfully enough imagine it’s him pummeling your guts right now and you finally get to cum and feel that release every time.

You start seeing certain people regularly because it’s easier than finding someone new on the street to take to a hotel. They’re all fine with what you’re doing, they don’t care, they’re just here to get dick wet. But….maybe one of them…is gonna be ‘nice’ and extend that olive branch for you :3 they see you staring at a new message from this guy you like and, when he gets you close to cumming, your face falls into the pillow and you drop your phone as you squeal and writhe under them. They smirk as they drag your phone to the perfect spot and tap a few buttons and look at that, it’s dialing someone. Not that you know.

And he picks up on the first ring. Eager guy huh. Truth is, Tamio is just as obsessed with you as you are with him, scared to tell you and ruin what little access to you he has. At least as your friend he can easily get secret pictures of you, and take you places that give him an excuse to take your hand for a single moment to lead you one way or another, or even allows him steal the spoon off the table when you go to the bathroom at the cafe you wanted to try, to keep for later when he can tongue and suck at it, remember how your tongue caressed it as his hand jacks himself dry. So when he picks up with a call of your name, slightly murmured with sleep, wondering why you were calling so late, he’s stunned by what he hears.

A voice, obviously yours, sweet and squealing and whining, obviously in the thralls of pleasure, and the unmistakable sound of sex. He’s frozen, why would you do this to him? He’s sad, but he’s so hard. The man behind you yanks your head up by your hair and Enmu can feel his dick twitch as your sounds become clearer, and with a shaking hand he pushes down his underwear, laying completely naked in his bed and fists his already leaking cock. He keeps his phone close to his ear as your pretty, perfect sounds penetrate his brain, and he starts stroking himself in time with the wet slaps of some guy against your hips that are so loud.

The call just keeps going, he’s straining not to cum, squeezing his dick painfully tight to stop himself as he shakes. He’s not sure how much longer he can go, and though he’s sad that you’ve had someone else this whole time, he doesn’t want this to end. But your voice brings him out of his spiraling emotions, with a call of his name.

He gasps, tip spurting cum before he can compose himself, succeeding in edging himself for just a bit longer now. The guy he’s thought to be your boyfriend chimes in behind you. “So that’s this boy your always lookin at huh?” His heart skips a beat. And your voice responds. “Ahn! Y-Yes!” He hears the rustling of bed sheets as your voice grows louder and the man’s hips stop as he grunts while you cry out, finally hearing you cum. The man’s voice is right in the speaker now and Enmu’s blood runs cold. “You must be a lucky guy” the voice whispers before the call ends, and so does he, a loud, shuddered moan as he trembles, finally coming after so long, soaking his hand, thighs, sheets, even his abdomen. He sits there as he breathes heavy and stares with shaking hands at his screen and his dick. He looks at the call time…48 minutes…

He’s up all night, jerking off to the sounds of you still fresh in his mind. Meanwhile, you’re up all night crying in a panic. When you’d gotten home you’d looked at his contact and seen the recent call. You don’t know when the guy had called him, and you can’t remember how long it had gone. Tamio had to have heard you fucking some stranger, he probably thinks you were teasing him, taunting him like some sick girl who gets off on hurting boys like him. There’s no way he doesn’t hate you now. You cry yourself to sleep, and barely get any before you have to be up for school the next day.

You avoid him as best you can. You can’t face him, not now that you’ve ruined everything. You’re friends see that you’re uncharacteristically quiet, you’re eyes are puffy, you look tired. No one can get what’s wrong out of you, through the entire day they worry and watch as you keep to yourself and rush between classes. He catches glimpses of you during the day but can never get away to go after you, so he waits until the day is over and people are heading home. He sees you, walking almost sluggishly alone in a hallway and he’s not going home without seeing you.

You hear running behind you but don’t bother turning around but as it gets louder the person grabs your wrist and yanks you with them. You recognize that hair and panic, while he keeps running with and into an empty classroom, haphazardly closing the door. “No no please I’m sorry, I didn’t know he called you please I didn’t mean to-“ as you back away and to the wall he grabs your shoulders and kisses you. It’s sudden, uncoordinated, and you trip over your own shoes, falling back onto your ass and taking him with you. Your lips parts for just a moment and his tongue feels for yours. Your hands tremble as you grip his lapels and you can feel that he’s shaking. You’re overwhelmed and your eyes begin to water, moving your head down and away from him.

“Tamio-kun I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“What were you doing?” You can’t look at him. “I…was seeing someone…” your eyes widen at what he says next.

“Why did I hear you say my name?” You sit stunned before you bury your face in your hands and try not to sob. You’ve ruined it, you’ve ruined everything. “Why did he say you were looking at me?” The urge to just wrench your hands away from your face and kiss you again is strong, but he can’t ruin this.

You can’t run, you have to tell him. “B-Because I do, I do this all the time a-and every time I look at my phone and imagine it’s you! I have ph-photos and videos of you that I use, and I’m sorry…I understand if you hate me, an never wanna see me again…” He sits there, he can’t believe it. This whole time, you’ve been doing what he does to you. He thinks about what to do next, what won’t scare you off.

“…Show me” He whispers. Your eyes are dripping with tears as you look up at him. He can see that your terrified and it hurts how good it looks on you. His hand ghosts over your shin, moving to just barely lay atop your knee and let his thumb stroke your skin. Your hand searches around on the floor for where you’d dropped your phone, unlocking it and staring at it scared before you opened that folder, and slowly turned it to him. He took it and scrolled, watching as hundreds of photos and videos of his, some you took with him and some he hadn’t known you’d taken. He looks back at you as you stare up at him, chin tucked to your chest as if you’re trying to shrink away from him.

He contemplates if he should do it, but he reaches for his phone before he could think too much about it. You think he’s going to tell people, or humiliate you online, or even call the police, but he scrolls and taps before giving you his own phone. You’re confused and he can tell, but you look at it anyway. Your eyes widen. It’s almost a mirror image of yours, instead full of pictures and videos of you, some you’d taken together or had sent him, some you’d never seen him take. It just keeps going, and eventually something ‘awful’ appears.

It’s a panty shot, followed by several others, transferred from the camera he always carries around. You should be disgusted but all you feel is warm. Your eyes leave his phone and return to him and see a look on his face you’ve never seen. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are heavy lidded and his bottom lip is bitten between his teeth as he smiles at you, hand balled up near his chin. “You…” “Have pictures like you do? Of course I do.” He slowly moves forward, between your parted knees.

“And I do exactly what you do with them…” Your breath catches in your throat. “I look at them, and I let my mind wander,” his nose nudges yours just barely, “and I touch myself when I think about you.” His voice is no louder than a whisper yet it sounds so loud to your ears. His thighs now rest underneath yours and his arms creep behind you, one hand planted on the floor, the other resting on the plush weight of your waist. You can’t look away from him, your own hands slowly moving to his lapels and up to his shoulders. “And now that I know that you’re the same…I’m not going to hold back anymore.”

His lips are warm but you don’t have much time to think about it as you let your mouth open when his tongue runs along your bottom lip. It’s less of a kiss than it is trying to swap spit, but you don’t care. You let him feel every part of your mouth he can reach, and he lets you sloppily suck his tongue. His hand holds you steady as he gives in to his thoughts and presses his hips to yours. You can feel him, his dick, how hard he is. You whimper, you want him and you don’t want to wait. But you stop as you hear voices coming down the hall, pulling away from each other to scramble to stand.

You stand there silently, waiting for the other students to pass, though your eyes can’t help but drift down to the tent in Enmu’s pants. When you’re sure they’re gone you step outside the room and turn to him, murmuring unsurely. “Can we…go somewhere?” He looks at you before giggling. “You didn’t actually think I was going to let you just go straight home, did you?” He takes your hand again, like he had earlier.

“I need to enjoy you completely now that I can~”

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[carriongoat64]

alright, we're in bed. bad coworker story time

shift start i find out im working in COD, basically its the division that finishes and packs products that go directly to retail. we were making walmart's pharmacy brand medication application droppers. the machine could put the packin instructions & vials on the belt, but not the ldpe caps. that's my job tonight. its downright mindnumbing, like painfully so. if you think you know understimulation you fucking dont. two machines down in COD, barely anythings cooking in blow mold where i belong, orion is down so i cant slap labels. orion label slapping is not mindnumbing, because i can use my phone & listen to music in orion.

so anyway this machine is getting cranked to 75ppm as opposed to it's usual 35 because im there, to act as second loader bitch. i put two, i skip two, the other guy ken puts two in where i didnt, double speed. his name is ken, its generic enough i am not bothering to replace it. we start with small talk, he wants to fill the air, he's mega bored, he says hes been getting into real old tunes, he says he listens to beastie boys and asks if ive even heard of them. of fucking course i have so we're off to a great start, i tell him ive been really enjoying the grateful dead lately and he kinda grimaces at me. he changes the subject and starts complaining about the job, mismanagement, all that. 100% yeah man i can get behind this, lets do some pay comparisons. after like fifteen minutes of back and forth about how shitty the business is to the COD guys vs us in blowmold i say my catchphrase when im abt to behave class consciously. "now, not to get all communist on you, but,". and this kind of sends him off the rails, because he starts getting worked up about like, how theres evil happening behind the scenes at our job. he tells me as a born again pentecostal christian, he's been around the block with this stuff, and feels strongly that demons cause all of our problems, not capitalism.

i tell him, "i grew up athiest, my parents were raised christian but never really believed any of it, just went to church because they had to. i have no frame of reference for this stuff but regardless i disagree greatly." this is where his testimony begins. he tells me he was raised a jehova's witness, and the implications behind that, primarily that the body and soul are one. he recalls a time where he was swimming in a lake, and had an out of body experience, which was supposed to be impossible according to his religion. he also saw a giant praying mantis attack him while he was in a shed as a kid. he said as he got older he had to start looking this stuff up, because it didnt line up at all

our friend ken was reading complete bullshit on the internet and believing every single word of it in the 2000s. this guy is a grandfather, he's old, this stuff isnt new. he got into new age spiritualism, he described meditation rituals for focusing his chakras seeking more out of body experiences and potential astral projections. he says he was doing it constantly, and he was in a bad place in his life. he could see shadow people, he could speak to them during his oob meditation sessions, every time he'd try to touch one he'd fall back into his body. he sought the akashic record, he said he wanted all knowledge. he could astral project and he described actually planewalking, and in one session he found the record. it was in front of a giant version of himself, taller than a building, who said it was his "Higher form". ken told me about how this higher form was his true self, and that it stored all the memories of a thousand kens across a thousand universes all living slightly different lives. ken cried out of joy, and the higher form was shocked. it asked him why he was crying, ken said it's for joy, and then reached for the tome and instantly woke up. he then described a few instances where he woke up to see shadow people standing over him while he slept, staring at him, and one instance in which a shadow person was trying to swallow him. it had it's mouth all the way up to his waist when he caught it.

at this point im like, scream laughing at him. because youre fucking kidding me right you cant be real. this ex witness reformed new age spiritual is surfing the astral plane in search of the akashic record. and he's getting flustered, because of course he is, so i chill out. but all ive been saying through this and through the next part is "Oh Wow. Yeah? Yeah. Ohh Shit. Cool, cool." and occasionally repeating a statement back to him as a question to make him keep spilling. he moves to telling me about his wife, and how upon moving in with her she started seeing the shadow people and taking longer at her pentecostal church. it turns out she was getting checked for demons, and she was asking ken to stop meditating so they'd go away. well he does, he says he doesnt want to hurt her, and he starts seeing them act more violently and she's getting hurt by them apparently.

so he decides instead of just stopping, he was going to accept gods love fully and live his life in service of christ. he makes this decision, speaks to god, and he says he immediately lost this handprint he had on his chest, both a physical handprint and a metaphysical weight of a hand laid on his chest at all times. he begins to smell sulfur pockets in his home, which apparently indicates demons, and can also utilize the power of christ to heal his wife. so he attempts to exorcise her. i am not going to mince words: with the confidence of a bird flying out in front of a car he describes beating his wife as an exorcism. her church priest comes through and confirms she's clean. ken says the house stopped smelling of sulfur, and the shadow people left for a time, and his wife immediately felt better. ken describes more times where demons return, as it says that they will in the bible, which are really insane and i dont feel like typing out.

this whole thing goes on for about six hours. i say to him nearly verbose "i respect you and i respect that your life experiences are real, and are your's, but i have not heard more horseshit out of someone's mouth in my entire life. i am stunned at how much your opposite i am, i dont believe youve diagnosed any of your experience's causes correctly. i respect you, if you respect me, then ill tell you my life story and i want you to tell me how you feel about it." in maybe ten minutes, no less, but a little more than five, i tell him again i was raised athiest, i tell him i believe in people and that there is no god. i tell him im kind of an anarchist, kind of a socialist, i tell him i believe in the collapse of 2030 and it's why im working here, so i can afford to play capitalism's game and prepare to help people when the time comes due to climate change and late capitalism buckling under it's own weight. i tell him i take a mental health angle on the life experiences ive had that are, admittedly, similar to his, and that i believe to an extent i may be schizophrenic. i tell him i don't judge anyone for any mental illnesses or addiction, and that i love all people, because we are all oppressed by capitalism. this is where he stops me.

the next hour he tells me about gap theory, where between humans and dinosaurs, before adam and eve, there were aliens on the earth who god destroyed to make room for mankind. he told me there are pyramids all over the earth, literally everywhere, and no one knows how any of them are built. he insinuated that socialism leads to marxism leads to Nazi-ism, thereby calling me a nazi. he tells me that theres a conspiracy orchestrated by russians called the weathermen project, in which russians inject anarchist beliefs into american youth to destabilize the country so they can take over. then he insisted he wasnt calling me brainwashed. he tells me climate change is bullshit because the earth changes in cycles, he tells me hydrogen fuel cells will solve all energy crises because its just water, he tells me that capitalism is freedom and the free market is perfect but the reason why things dont improve is because of the illuminati. demons control extremely powerful families who seek to become sole rulers of the entire world. if the demons are stopped we'd have hydrogen fuel cells in everything, but the illuminati and these wealthy families need oil money. i try to tell him, man, the largest polluter is the united states military and the forever wars they fire off are mobilizing tons of carbon. he says there's less carbon in the air now than there was centuries ago.

at this point ive logged off because i just got called a fascist for signalling comfortable antifascist beliefs. i know im not winning and anything i say can and will be used against me. i take my lunch, i come back, and i am so scared of him telling someone im like some kind of brainwashed nazi freak based on 10 cumulative minutes of minor interjection that i cannot stop mean mugging. like i look like i want to fucking kill someone, i could feel it on my face, and i did. i was just completely miserably furious that he trampled over me like that and that id have to be near this guy for another 5hrs. he did not speak another word to me all night, he knew how pissed i was, i didn't have to say a fucking thing. there is more detail to this but i literally cannot remember more and can't fucking type it either. i need to go to sleep, good night ♥️

[milfgyuu]

Vanilla [M] Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader Tags: 11.2k words, Friends to Lovers, Smut, 18+ Summary: Joshua has a secret but perhaps it’s not really a secret at all. Maybe you’ve just refused to see it in an effort to keep your feelings at bay.

Warnings: explicit sexual content 18+, minors dni!, bdsm practices, rules & safe words established, mean-dom!josh, newbie-sub/brat!reader, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, choking, manhandling, hair pulling, biting, spitting, breast/nipple play, pussy/breast slapping, manhandling, deep-throating, face-fucking, cum eating, finger sucking, handcuffing, restraints, vibrators, temperature play, rough spanking w/ mentions about markings/bruising, demoralizing dirty talk, coarse language, multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, safe wording!, casual alcohol consumption at dinner, minor possessive!josh, some pet names, moderate sir kink, inappropriate son-in-law behavior while on the phone w/ mom, aftercare, feelings. 

To be fair…he had given you ample warning. It was entirely your fault that you hadn’t believed him when he told you you’d regret your words. 

You grew up with Joshua, knew him inside and out, like a book you’d read a million times and yet somehow, you had entirely skipped the chapter detailing his sexual proclivities every time. It had been tucked away between your first hand experience that Joshua was essentially an angel in everyone’s eyes your entire lives, including your own. 

He was in the top percent in every grade, a student athlete, a member of the church choir, he volunteered with his family every weekend, graduated from an Ivy League university, and then landed a high-paying job at a huge company. He was attractive, warm, kind, funny, responsible, polite, so on and so forth.

He was the type of boy every mom, including your own, wished for her daughter to someday marry and yet seemingly none of that made a difference now. 

Not when your hands are cuffed to his headboard. Not when he laughs at the way you attempt to squirm away from the sporadically pulsing vibrator buried in your cunt. Nor when his hand comes down sharply against your clit for not listening to him for the thousandth time since you’d found yourself here in the first place. 

Nothing in even your vaguest memory with him had alluded to what would happen when you finally pushed his buttons far enough. Which you had, earlier this evening when you were out with your friends. You pushed his buttons so hard you feared they had jammed and you were very well going to separate body from soul in this very bed. 

Though, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

How the dinner conversation had gone from Mingyu’s new cafe opening to Soonyoung’s latest sexcapade, you weren’t positive but you had to admit, you loved a good story, especially when told by the class-clown himself. You’d had a few light drinks, enough to have the silly little smile stuck to your lips but nothing beyond that. 

You were all seated outside at a restaurant downtown with you and Joshua sharing a small love-seat, per usual. Mingyu and Soonyoung sat across from you and Jeonghan, at the end of the table to Joshua’s left. Thankfully, you weren’t particularly close enough for others to overhear your conversation, which was a very good thing because Soonyoung is a loud talker.

It’s hard not to laugh at your best friend’s face as he cocks his head to the side, seemingly in shock to be having this sort of conversation in public and you peek over at him, fingers dancing over his knee absentmindedly. You miss the way he watches the motion with blatant fondness, per usual.

“Hoshi,” you giggle out after another explicit detail that leaves you blushing, “You’re going to give Josh a heart attack with all your dirty talk at the table.”

That makes him laugh and Soonyoung points a finger at Joshua incredulously, “This guy?! There is nothing I have done in my wildest dreams that he would bat a single eyelash at.”

Joshua smirks but you laugh and his face immediately falls. “Are we talking about the same guy here? Joshua. Joshua Hong.”

“Mmm, yes,” Jeonghan chimes in, licking the frozen margarita from his straw, “Same guy, I promise you. Unless he has an evil twin.”

“That would be you,” Mingyu points out to Jeonghan who just laughs deviously enough to prove the taller man’s point. 

“Listen...If she wants to believe I'm a saint,” Joshua drawls with a serious look, “Then let her.”

You turn to him with a sour look, “What do you mean ‘If I want to believe’? You’re like a two out of ten on the deviant scale. One time you accidentally touched my ass and apologized for like three weeks afterward.”

Joshua scoffs, setting his drink down before he spills it, “We were like thirteen?!”

You roll your eyes, “Joshie, it’s okay not to be a whore, like Soonyoung…”

Soonyoung nearly spits out his drink shouting but you ignore him and continue, “...You’re selective about who you sleep with...”

Joshua's blood boils in his veins and Mingyu reaches across the table, discreetly pulling glasses away from the edge. His icy tone is noticeable to just about everyone but yourself, blinded by that squeaky clean image Joshua’s let you keep hold of all these years. You seemed stuck on it so he’s never corrected you. Though maybe, he should.

“I’m selective about who I sleep with because not everyone can handle sleeping with me.”

You smirk, nodding into your glass as you take another sip, “You’re right. Vanilla is not everyone’s flavor.”

Jeonghan actually sputters, sticky drops of blue liquid falling down his chin as he struggles to swallow his mouthful. To you, he’s simply appreciating the sickest burn of all time that you’ve laid out but to the rest of the table, well…they’re lucky they hadn’t touched their drinks over the last few minutes or they’d be in the same predicament. 

“Um,” Mingyu chuckles awkwardly, “So, anyways I was thinki-”

Joshua interrupts him, still glaring at you head on, “You think I’m…vanilla? Seriously?”

“Josh,” You sigh, tired of the conversation. It was fun at first, but now he’s got his feelings hurt and he won’t let it go. “I’ve seen the fluffy little pillow princesses you date-” your tone is indicative of the fact that you didn’t like any of them and your next compliment is a lie. The sarcasm permeates the air.

“-they’re gorgeous and I’m sure you guys will get married and have perfect little babies or whatever,” cue the eye roll, “but there is no way those girls were doing anything outside of missionary.”

“Well, at least she’s right about one thing,” Soonyoung mutters with peaked brows, “That’s why they all ran away.”

Joshua pushes on with renewed frustration, “I dated those girls because my parents won’t stop bothering me about settling down and it keeps them out of my business,” he ducks his head to meet your eyes in all seriousness, “I didn’t even fuck the last two and the two before that didn’t stick around after the first night.”

You’ve grown irritated with him and the way you’re now thinking about Joshua in a way you’ve trained yourself not to. You shove it all down and roll your eyes again before you can even stop yourself and mutter, “That bad, Joshie?”

Collective gasps round the table and then complete and utter silence ensues as the two of you stare each other down. He looks absolutely irate and for some godforsaken reason, you have the audacity to smirk at him like you’ve won. 

“If you think you’re such a handful, prove it.” It’s bold and stupid considering your lifelong friendship, but you say it anyway. 

Joshua lifts one lip in an arrogant scoff, “More than a fucking handful but if you’re so inclined to find out I’d be happy to show you.”

Jeonghan leans forward and the only sound is that of the glass of water he slides across the table toward you and you blink over at him curiously. He just looks up with a concerned face and says, “You should probably drink that.”

“Why? I’m not-”

“Pick it up and drink it,” Joshua says in a tone you’ve never heard from him. Not once. 

You pick the glass up as everyone stares at you. Three faces etched with shock and intrigue. The fourth is still cold and commanding but you decide to simply ignore them all until you’re nearly three quarters of the way finished and Joshua just says, “Finish it.”

You do, but not without giving him a challenging look when you slam it back down on the table.”We need to talk,” Joshua suddenly stands, towering over you in your seat, “Now.”

“Okay, okay,” You huff again, handing your purse over to Mingyu who for some reason absolutely refuses to make eye contact with you. 

You think you’re following him outside but you’re swiftly corrected when you walk down a narrow corridor and he pushes you into the single men’s bathroom none too gently. “Ow! What the hell Josh?”

He locks the door and moves your body with his own, crowding you against the vanity until you’re forced to look up at him, swallowing hard around the pooling saliva in your mouth. He doesn’t speak at first, he simply looks down at you with a cold glare so icy you’d risk catching a chill if you weren’t surrounded by the heat pouring off his body.

Oh, this is bad. Bad for your heart and that long standing crush you’ve harbored for Joshua since childhood. You’re not even sure why you’ve said the things you’ve said but you thought it was just teasing and banter but then he got pissed and something about his adamant denial made you want to push for more. 

And more is exactly what you’re getting. 

“You’re lucky that I have even an ounce of self control because if not, you would be on your knees in this filthy bathroom with my cock down your throat until you're choking on my cum that you will have sobbed and begged for.”

Speaking of choking, your mouth is suddenly too dry and you’re having a hell of a time trying to get words to form, to make any sound at all but Joshua seems to quite enjoy that. He traps your body, not an inch of space between you, and reaches one hand up, pinching your chin between his fingers, “So you do know how to shut the fuck up,” he smirks, “Wonderful.”

“I’m going to ask you a question and you’re going to answer it, yes or no,” He instructs carefully, as if he must speak slowly for you to comprehend him.

“If you say anything else, anything at all, I will leave you right here, uncomfortably wet and untouched-” you try to interrupt and argue but he quickly readjusts his hold so that his one hand now grips both cheeks like you’re some smart mouthed brat he’s reprimanding. 

“-Don’t bother. I can feel you rubbing your thighs together,” He points out in annoyance, “Wanna try to get yourself off like a fucking cricket or can we move on to something more productive?”

“...move on,” You breathe out in a terse tone and he cocks his head in irritation. 

“You really want me to ‘prove it’ to you?” He asks very seriously, dipping his head to make sure you’re meeting his eyes as he speaks. 

“Before you say yes, you need to understand that I take my shit seriously. If you say yes, we leave, we set hard limits, and after that you’re mine. I will do as I please and what pleases me might be more than you’re capable of handling.” 

You say nothing and he continues driving his point home. “I’m going to push you until you’re ready to break and when you think we’re finally done…We’ll start all over again. Do you think you can handle that?”

You’re not sure which depraved, horny, delusional sector of your brain says yes but it spills from your lips so quickly that Joshua’s curl into a smirk upon hearing it. 

“We’ll see about that,” He laughs before looking deep into your eyes, seeking any ounce of hesitation, “I need your clear consent before we leave. We’ve known each other for a long time and I don’t want you to say yes unless you’re entirely sure about this. I meant every word and I intend to follow through.”

Your hands shake against his chest and you ball them into fists. It’s just the adrenaline you tell yourself. “I meant what I said too.”

He suddenly steps back and you heave in a deep breath, still plastered to the marble counter like a frightened animal. Joshua peeks his head out the door and pulls you along, walking behind you all the way back to your table, his hand darting out every now and then to steer you around since you’re looking but you’re not actually seeing anything at all. 

Back at your table, your friends stare expectantly at the two of you and Mingyu simply passes your purse back over, knowing exactly where this is going. You say ‘thank you’ to Mingyu at the same time Joshua says, ‘we’re leaving’ and the three of them watch you both go without any further explanation. 

“Well,” Jeonghan, waves a waiter down to order a third margarita, “She’s dead.”

“I mean, this is a good thing, right? They clearly have feelings for each other. Maybe this is a step in the right direction...” Mingyu reasons though he stares at your empty water glass with a touch of concern. 

“Awe that’s a nice sentiment, Gyu,” Soonyoung snickers, “Make sure you tell her that when you visit with flowers in hand. She’ll be bed ridden for a few days.”

Mingyu looks horrified but Jeonghan pats him on the back, “I’m sure it will all be fine. Deep down Joshie loves that girl, they’ve been friends forever. He won’t go too hard unless she can take it.”

Mingyu and Soonyoung at least agree with this but Jeonghan’s margarita comes a moment later and he raises it between them. “RIP though.”

The ride home in Joshua’s car is unbearably quiet and you begin thinking about what’s actually happening. Perhaps it’s simple curiosity or the fact that despite being only friends for your whole lives, aside from a fumbled first kiss as teens, you’ve always been very physically attracted to him. That’s all this is. Curiosity and attraction. 

You tell yourself that over and over again. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Joshua still seems perturbed, especially when you break the silence. “I really was just picking on you earlier. We don’t have to do this.”

His fingers drum along the steering wheel, eyeing you from the side, “Have you changed your mind then?”

“No, no,” You correct him, softening your voice just a touch, “I just don’t want you doing something you don't actually want to do just to prove a point. You don’t have to prove yourself to me or whatever, like it’s cool to be into different stuff-”

Joshua laughs, the car coming to a sudden halt when he hits a red light, “Is it really that hard to believe that I’m not some picture-perfect, well mannered, uptight virgin?”

You huff, rolling your eyes, “I never said you were a virgin, Josh. Don’t be dramatic. I’m just trying to say I only want you to do this if you really want to.”

His hand suddenly shoots across the car and latches onto your wrist, pulling you toward him. You gasp quietly when he places your hand roughly over his lap, curling your fingers around the impression of his hard cock. “Does it feel like this is something I don’t want to do?”

You hesitate to answer and he squeezes your hand a little harder. “I um, n-no.”

“Okay then,” He flicks on his blinker, turning onto the road that you recognize as the final stretch before you arrive at his home, “Unless you’ve changed your mind, which you can, at any point in time, close your mouth.”

You nod once, swallowing around nothing since your mouth’s run dry once again. You go to pull your hand away but Joshua brings it right back. “Leave it.”

You say nothing in return. You don’t blink, breathe, think, and you especially do not move your hand because you’re starting to comprehend that this is not a game to Joshua. It’s not a see who can take it the furthest and make the other back out. He was going to show you what truly lies behind that pretty, polite smile, and you were going to let him. 

When you pull into his garage minutes later your breath hitches in your throat and the garage door comes down like a final blow. You’re really doing this. 

“Are you going to sit in the car all night or are you coming inside?”

The voice comes from your right and you jolt in surprise, not realizing you had spaced out enough to miss him getting out of the car and coming around to open your door. You quickly undo your seatbelt and he takes your hand, pulling you up and out of your seat and toward the door. 

You stupidly follow behind him, shuffling off your shoes only after he does, listening to the sound of his car keys hitting the counter. He suddenly turns around and you bump into his chest, looking up with wide eyes. 

He purses his lips. “You know where the bathroom is,” He says, already turning away and walking into the kitchen. “Go and do whatever you need to do then come back here.”

To…the kitchen? Ok. Sure. 

You turn tail and practically jog to the bathroom down the hall, locking yourself in to stare at your own reflection. It’s too shiny, your face, like perspiration shiny and you quickly dig through your purse, grabbing a compact to hide the evidence. 

After preparing yourself for pretty much anything, thank god you’d randomly partaken in some self-care routines last night, you made your way out to the kitchen and found Joshua on the opposite end of the island. He was leaning against the granite with one hand, scrolling through his phone with the other. 

His hair was pushed back enough to see the subtle undercut beneath, earrings glinting in the lights. The button up shirt had remained the same, unbuttoned at the top, sleeves artfully rolled to the elbow but now you noticed the glow of his complexion, the strength in his forearms. It was like you were suddenly seeing Joshua in a brand new light. 

He flicked his gaze up to you briefly and said, “Sit,” before finishing whatever he was doing on the phone and setting it face down on the counter. You sat across from him a little nervously and he pushes another glass of water toward you, “Drink this, slowly. We need to talk about a few things.”

Taking the glass in hand, you take a slow sip and he seems to watch the motion carefully before speaking again. “Have you ever kept a safe word or needed to use one?”

You cock your head to the side, “I uh, no. I haven’t but I know the color system like green is good to go, yellow to slow down, and red to stop.”

Joshua hums, tapping his fingers against the counter, “Colors are fine. What about a non-verbal cue?”

“Why would I need a non-verbal cue?” You ask without even thinking and Joshua sighs, eyes rolling to the back of his head. 

“Because you need to be able to communicate with me, especially when you can’t speak,” He deadpans, groaning inwardly, “Are you positive you wanna do this?”

You huff in exasperation, setting the glass down to level with him, “What? You think I’m going to back out just because you’re asking about cues and colors?”

“Let me rephrase the question,” He condescends, “When my cock is so far down your throat that you cannot breathe let alone run your fucking mouth, how would you like to signal to me that you might need to take a break?”

It takes more than a moment to answer with any sort of dignity. “Two taps to slow down. Three taps to stop,” You murmur your next words into your glass, “I’ll be just fine though.”

Joshua catches it anyways and sneers like you’ve never heard before, “You have this self-assured confidence that I’m sure most men absolutely love,” He flexes his fingers and smiles out of nowhere but it’s not the same bright smile you’re used to and he meets your eyes threateningly, “I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you.”

There is a stark silence where you sit, in shock, hand still gripping that glass of water like a lifeline, and Joshua stares down at you with something like disdain. The coil of heat in your gut tightens and it’s an alarming reminder that you are so turned on by all of this. The sudden shift in the atmosphere where Joshua’s presence is something that alights excitement and fear rather than peace and comfort. 

“Here are my rules: you do not speak unless spoken to. You follow my instruction and don’t fuck up. When I check in, you answer me or I stop. Use your safe words and cues whenever you need them. They are established for a reason and if I think you’re holding back from using them, I will stop immediately. Understand?”

You soak in the information and nod slowly, “Yes, I understand.”

The muscle in Joshua’s jaw ticks in irritation and you finish off the glass before pushing it back toward him, “I understand, sir.”

The smirk is automatic hearing the title fall from your lips and for the first time tonight, he is pleased rather than pissed by something you’ve said so you take note. He deposits the glass in the sink and comes around the counter holding out a hand, “Is there anything absolutely off limits? Be honest with me. This is really important.”

Your hand feels microscopic in his much larger, warmer one and you try to think about your hard limits. You’re relatively adventurous in bed so not much comes to mind. “Um, just the gross stuff, obviously, but like spit and cum are fine,” He nods in understanding and you’re happy to not go into detail, “I don’t particularly like being called a slut or whore. It just seems kind of tacky and unimaginative. Um, no slapping like, in the face, but elsewhere would be okay. I don’t mind marking but only in places I can hide at work and well...from family. I think that’s uh…it.”

“You’re on birth control?”

“Yes...and um, recently tested too.”

“Me too. Where do you want me to finish?”

Your eyes widen a bit, “That’s an oddly intimate question but wherever you want I guess.”

Joshua laughs and pulls you off the stool and toward his bedroom, “Get used to it. We’re about to get reacquainted in an extremely intimate way.”

He stops right in front of the door and turns to look at you, eyes soft and familiar, “Do you trust me?”

The answer is simple and rolls off your tongue with no hesitation, “I’ve always trusted you, Joshie.”

Josh reaches up and squishes your cheeks together with one hand like he used to when you were kids, making your lips pucker comically as he smiles down at you. “Good. Remember that when we’re in there. You’re safe with me and I love you. You’re my best friend.” He punctuates his point by pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then releases you, opening the door. “Now, go stand at the foot of my bed and don’t move until I tell you to.”

He pushes you forward by the small of your back and you awkwardly shuffle toward the bed, watching him move around his room. He walks over to the dresser removing his watch, not sparing you so much as a glance, “What’s your pain tolerance like?”

He flexes his fingers, staring at his rings and you blink curiously at his back, appreciating his broad shoulders, “Ah probably like eight out of ten?”

He nods to himself and moves one ring to his opposite hand but leaves the other two smaller ones on his dominant. You swallow around nothing and he pulls open his top drawer before looking over his shoulder to find you staring. “Do I already need to remind you to do as you’re told or are you smart enough to follow directions?”

“Yes, sir,” you utter almost sarcastically and he turns around to glare at you. 

“Do you want a ball gag in your mouth for the next two hours?”

Two hours? Joshua owns a ball gag?

“No, thank you,” you answer, quickly adding, “Sir,” in a much more serious tone. 

He scoffs and turns back around “Yeah, I that’s what I fucking thought,” he mutters to himself, pulling a few more things from the drawer and placing them on top of the dresser, out of your sight. You think he’s taking his time simply to make you wait and that is confirmed when he leisurely walks around you and sits on the edge of the bed. 

It’s embarrassing how quickly your body reacts to him. He sits, leaning back on his hands with his thighs spread apart, straining the material of his pants. His eyes rake over your body lewdly and suddenly your clothing feels non-existent. 

“Take your shirt off.”

He waits for you to follow his order and he begins instructing you to remove your clothing piece by piece until you’re stark naked standing in front of him. All he does is hum in appreciation. “Well,” he hitches his fingers, calling you over and you move toward him until his hands rest over your hips, “We’re all grown up now, aren’t we?”

You say nothing which must be the right move because Joshua ignores you in favor of mapping out your body, his hands smooth over your waist, your thighs, and then he’s looking up at you so he can watch your face contort when his large hand connects with your ass. The cool metal of his rings stings and the shock makes you jolt forward, hands falling upon his shoulders. 

Then there is the matter of that loud, guttural moan that fell from your lips when it happened and Joshua grins, hand roughly kneading your ass. “Are you moaning for me already?” he coos mockingly, right before he lands another rough smack. 

You press forward again though that only lands your naked breasts in his face but he simply continues to watch you, methodically kneading and slapping your ass so hard you couldn’t imagine the possibility of sitting for the next decade and after what feels like forever, he stops and you suck in a sharp breath. 

Your legs are locked in place, afraid that once you relax your tensed muscles, you’ll just crumple to the floor. Joshua’s hands stroke up and down your sides and you flinch every time gets even remotely close to your ass but he’s too busy running his tongue along the valley of your breasts to notice. 

It’s oddly tender when he stands, one hand at your back and the other coming up to brace the back of your head as he walks you back a few steps. His eyes are closed when he leans in and you fully expect him to kiss you, to just openly make out with you but as soon as you eyes close and you push to meet his lips, he stops, blinking his eyes open. 

“Color?”

You’re taken aback by the sudden question and quickly answer, “Green,” and wait for his lips to touch yours but when you open them he’s simply looking down at you, almost entirely expressionless. “On your knees.”

You sink to the floor, wincing when your bottom touches your heels. Joshua just watches you go, offering no help on the way down and he can see how sore you are already. He scrunches up his nose in faux concern, “Mmm, hurts doesn’t it?”

Finally settled, he kicks your knees apart and you adjust your stance. You know that he can see the wetness between your thighs, shining in the dim light from the hallway and he chuckles to himself, “This wet over a few spankings? We haven’t even started. Give me your hands.”

You tentatively raise them and he tugs them up higher, placing your hands directly over his buckle. He doesn’t have to tell you what to do and he smirks as you eagerly work open his belt and then his pants while he slowly unbuttons his top and everything hits the floor at once. You reach for him but Joshua’s voice makes you freeze when he clearly says, “Put your hands down. I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to touch.”

You blink, wide eyed and lay your hands in your lap, twisting your fingers awkwardly at being scolded but Joshua’s hand is under your chin, angling your face up. “Open,” He says quietly, and you do. 

“Tongue out,” he orders, and it practically rolls out of your mouth. 

Joshua stares down at you, his face empty of all readable emotion and he suddenly steps backwards until he’s right where he was originally seated, thighs spread while he strokes his big cock in front of you. Meanwhile, you’re still sitting there like a fucking moron with your tongue out and Josh laughs. 

“You’re too far away, baby.”

You moved to stand and he tuts, “Uh-uh. I put you on your knees and that’s where you’ll stay until I release you.”

You blink at him and if you weren’t so fucking horny, you’d probably tell him to go fuck himself but that’s what you’re trying to do so instead you ball up your pride and toss it out the window, shuffling forward on your hands and knees. 

“Look at you,” Joshua whistles, “Crawling across the floor for cock. Are you that desperate?”

Yes, yes you are but fuck him for making fun of you for it. He’s been teasing you for over an hour since you were in that bathroom at the restaurant. Joshua can tell his words are starting to get to you which he loves because it opens up the opportunity to knock you right back down. 

You settle yourself between his thighs and look up at him with the tiniest ounce of detectable ire in your eyes until one hand is tightly wrapped around your throat and the other is covering half your face as he pushes his thumb between your lips. Your eyes close all on their own, body shivering with the menacing glare he focuses on you. 

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he demands and you do, meeting his own as he looks down upon you condescendingly, “You are mine to use right now, however the fuck I please. If I want you to crawl, you’ll crawl. If I want you to beg, you’ll beg. If I tell you to sit here with your little hands in your lap while I fuck your throat, you will. Isn’t that right?”

Maybe it's the hand around your throat or the heavy weight of his thumb pressing down on your tongue or his words or the fact that he’s naked and hot and hard right in front of your face but you cannot physically answer him. Instead a sharp cry falls from your lips and Joshua very quickly realizes what’s happening here. 

“You’re going to come, completely untouched? Are you serious?”

You nod rapidly and he tightens his hand around your throat then lightens the pressure on your tongue. His eyes are heavily lidded, so fucking turned on by this little turn of events and when he simply utters, ‘suck’, you do and tears spring to your eyes. Your head lolls weakly, one long, strung-out moan pouring out around his thumb in your mouth as you fall into an orgasm so strong you’d sprawl out on the ground if not for Joshua’s hands cupping your face. 

Suddenly he’s crashing his lips into yours and you struggle to keep up with his intensity. His tongue opens you up and you let him in, because what exactly was the point in fighting? You allow him to overwhelm you, falling into his trap and then he’s pulling back and you’re reeling at the loss. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to break someone as badly as I want to break you,” He whispers against your lips and then sits up to look at you, weak and panting between his legs. 

You manage to crack a smile, “You can keep trying. I’m not broken just yet.”

“I didn’t ask you to speak,” Joshua’s temper swirls but for the first time, it’s mixed with a little something else. 

“Get back up on your knees properly and open your mouth.” It opens before he finishes and he grins before leaning in and hurling a wad of spit in your mouth, and then he’s guiding his cock between your open lips, sighing when you swallow around him. All he can see is your big eyes staring up at him and he leans back on one hand. 

“Use your mouth constructively for once,” He goads you, twisting a hand in your hair almost painfully before guiding you over his length. 

After a few minutes of testing how far you can take him you decide to see how far you can push him. You press your hands against his thighs and he lets you pull off enough to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Thought you wanted to fuck my throat, Joshie? Why am I doing all the work?”

Joshua grins deviously and you think perhaps you should have just kept your mouth occupied. “Oh, I’m sorry, angel. Are you bored already? Forgive me for giving you a moment to recuperate,” He says, suddenly standing and towering over you, “I won’t make that mistake again.”

He roughly grabs your hand and places it against his thigh, “Keep your hand here. Two to slow down. Three to stop.”

The grin disappears in a flash as he yanks your hair down, tipping your mouth up for him to fill and there is no hesitation as he shoves his cock in it as far as humanly possible. He’s brutal and unforgiving in his pace, fucking his length down your throat until tears are rolling down your cheeks. 

Your lungs burn, your cheeks ache, and you struggle to keep your eyes open as he uses you relentlessly to get himself off. There is nothing soft or gentle about it and for some reason, that doesn’t bother you at all. He’s manhandling the shit out of you and being far more rough than you’re used to but you don’t think you want him to stop. 

All you can do is relax your jaw and focus on breathing through your nose as he pushes past your limitations repeatedly until you’re gagging which is horribly embarrassing in and of itself, but that just seems to do it for him because in the next second you’re choking on an overabundance of hot cum, so much that it escapes your lips and pools on your cheeks and chin until it’s dripping off your face and onto the floor below. 

He let’s you go and you turn to the side, hands hitting the floor as you cough to clear your lungs, heaving in an excessive amount of oxygen that makes your stomach swirl with a bout of nausea. Joshua squats down next to you, smoothing a hand over your back. “You didn’t use a cue,” He speaks clearly, though his voice is a touch raspier than normal, “What’s your color?”

You’re still nearly face down on the floor but you weakly utter, “Yellow, but still Green. Just...just give me a minute.”

Joshua stays on the floor with you for a moment and then he’s gently lifting you up and placing you in the middle of his bed against the pillows. He takes a seat next to you, brushing your hair away and he notices the leftover cum on your face. He doesn’t say anything but you meet his eyes when he collects the fluid off your skin with a single finger and pushes it between your swollen lips. You swirl your tongue around it and you swear you see the fire in his eyes dance. 

“We can stop if you’ve had enough for tonight,” He offers softly, as if he’s not hand feeding you his cum, and with only the slightest hint of challenge in his tone. He will oblige if you want to call it quits right now but he’s not finished with you. Not even close. 

“I’ll admit…I understand why your exes found you…difficult,” You laugh lightly though it tapers off into a cough, “But I think…I think I can handle a little more.”

Joshua’s lip lifts into a smile but you don’t see it, too exhausted to do anything other than stare up at the ceiling. He suddenly leaves your side and you openly whine, “Where are you going?”

Now standing at the dresser, he calls back, “Just shut up and lay there. This momentary break is a blessing, I assure you,” while he continues to grab whatever he pulled out earlier. You huff in exasperation but that’s promptly cut short when a large hand connects with the top of your thigh and you lock your lips. 

“I laid out the simplest of rules,” Joshua scoffs to your right and you try to look over at him but he stops speaking and cranks your head in the opposite direction. “Follow directions, speak only when spoken to,” there are sounds of heavy sounding objects landing on the bedside table, “These are things you learn in primary school, no? Children can follow these rules and yet you somehow still struggle.”

Joshua is suddenly straddling your waist and you can feel soft cotton pants which is confusing because, why would he put on pants if he was going to fuck you? You don’t ask though because he grabs your cheeks in one hand and pulls your face to look up at him. “Don’t take your eyes off of me and keep your mouth shut unless you’re safe wording, got it?”

“Yes, sir,” you whisper back, suddenly feeling much smaller than you’d like to. 

Joshua eyes you for another moment before releasing your face and pulling both of your arms forward. You watch in fascination as he adorns your wrists with padded leather cuffs with sparkling silver buckles. He puts one on then tests the fit until he’s satisfied and then moves on to the next. Then he leans up and over you which, without bending your neck at an awkward angle, puts whatever he’s doing out of your line of vision. 

It literally clicks into place when he lifts both arms above your head and fastens the cuffs to the suspension built into the headboard, inconspicuously so, and he braces your forearms, pulling and tugging to ensure you’re properly secured. He comes back down, eyes sharp, “Does it hurt?”

You pull a bit, rolling your wrists and meet his gaze, “No, sir.”

“Good because you won’t be going anywhere for quite a while,” he climbs off your body and you instinctively try to reach for him until the cuffs cut you short and he laughs. “Hmm, it’s a good thing you’re pretty, right? All beauty and no brains.”

You’d be more angry if you weren’t a little embarrassed at both being so eager for him and forgetting the fact that you’re restrained mere moments later. He hadn’t even gone far, he’d only moved to your side, sitting close to your hips while facing you. His long fingers find purchase first along your calves before he’s knocking your legs apart, eyes trained on you intently. 

“You know,” he lets his whole palm glide down the inside of your thigh closest to his body, “The first time I did this with another girl, I wished it was you.”

You openly moan at his confession and he chuckles at the way you try to swallow it. “Don’t hold those back, baby. You won’t be able to and even I’m not cruel enough to ask it of you,” He runs his middle finger through your wetness and sighs, “It was prom night and you went with Seungcheol of all fucking people so when that girl from my bio class asked me, I said yes. She was pretty enough I guess.”

His fingers rub over your clit at a maddeningly slow pace as he paints the memory in your mind and you bite your lip harshly as he continues on. “We went to that party but you ran off somewhere with Cheol and so I followed her into some stranger’s fucking coat closet and I buried my fingers in her hot, wet pussy and pretended it was you crying for me in the dark.”

Punctuating his point, he pushes two long fingers inside your cunt and strokes upwards. The sensation sends a white hot spike up your spine and you arch off the bed but he pushes you right back down and continues on without a care.

“You never once saw it,” he scissors his fingers with quick precision and you whimper pathetically at finally being touched after so much build up, “You always treated me like your gentle little best friend. Sweet Joshua, too pure, too soft. How does it feel to know I’ve been dreaming about fucking your perfect little cunt since we were in grade school?”

The only sounds leaving your lips are gasps and moans but Joshua is looking for an actual answer and when you don’t give him one, he slips his fingers from you so swiftly your legs jolt in shock. Your lips are numb and you fumble the words briefly before they properly enter the air, “I-It’s hot,” you pant out and he moves around beside you while you babble, “It’s so hot, Josh, fuck.”

Your eyes are trained on him faithfully when you feel something cold and wet between your folds and you quickly realize it’s another object he’d pulled from the dresser earlier. You tense up in anticipation but Joshua’s eyes narrow a bit and you try to relax. As soon as you do, you realize what he has as it pushes it inside you, the round egg smooth and snug between your walls.

And that’s when he gets off the bed.

You look up at him and panic but he ignores you in favor of grabbing his phone and at first you think he’s just fucking around to leave you waiting but the egg suddenly comes to life and your body jolts, hands tugging against the restraints before Joshua’s voice floats over you, low and steady, “Relax. It’s on the lowest setting which, surely, you can handle. Right?”

Melting back into the pillows, you let your body relax as much as possible. He’s right, it’s a rather low, dull buzzing sensation and if you release a bit of tension, it’s hardly enough to get you anywhere. He sees your posture and pockets his phone, seemingly pleased with your reaction. You are however not prepared for his next words. 

“I’m thirsty,” he says nonchalantly, walking toward the door. You whip your head in his direction, question on your lips but he smirks patronizingly, “You can wait right there. Less than sixty seconds. I promise.” His eyes fall upon the alarm clock on the side table. You look over at it, then back at him, and nod so he leaves and you wait, eyes glued to the door. 

What a way to be found by the cops huh? Strapped to the headboard, vibrator shoved up your-

He is at least true to his word and you watch him walk back into the room, glass of ice water in his hand that he leisurely sips at as he slips his phone back out of his pocket. You already know it’s coming but when the vibration suddenly picks up and changes pattern you arch up off the bed again and Joshua sighs, sitting down next to you with a hand coming down on your abdomen to pin you to the mattress. 

“Sit still,” he lays his phone nearby on the nightstand and meets your eyes, “Have a drink.”

You’re sitting up enough to where you won’t choke but even with Joshua holding the glass to your lips, a bit of water still trickles out of the corner of your mouth. Enough to run down your throat and over your breast and Joshua laughs though makes no move to clean you up. He simply holds the glass while you desperately drink from it and more water embarrassingly escapes your lips. 

“So messy,” he comments, draining the last of the glass until all that’s left is the ice, though he takes a cube between his lips and you expect a crunch but it never comes. Instead, it’s the freezing sensation of your nipple being enveloped by his pretty mouth, the ice cube being rolled around by his wicked tongue and you cry out sharply, thrashing with the overwhelming urge to do…anything. 

But you can’t. Not with your arms restrained above you nor with Joshua’s heavy hand pressing down over your waist with an impressive amount of strength. It naturally slips out before you remember you’re not supposed to be speaking in the first place but you whimper out his name and a string of curses. 

Your entire body spasms when his hand sharply connects with your pussy, the slap echoing in the otherwise quiet space. Joshua pops his mouth off your tit and scolds you, “You never listen,” He shakes his head, spitting the ice cube into his right hand and reaching for his phone with the left. 

The vibrator kicks up in speed and you feel the first tear fall. The ice cube in his hand is pressed against your clit and the tears come out in a steady stream now. He pulls it away for only a second to check in and you’re sobbing ‘green’ before the stinging cold touches your skin again and he laughs at the way you fight to keep your eyes on him though your vision is surely blurred with tears. 

“Such a tough girl, “ he coos, rubbing the melting ice cube in circles while reaching for another, “I’m gonna make you come so hard, and then I’m going to do it again, and if you make it through that, I’ll make you come on my cock while you beg me to keep fucking you until you’re so full of me that you’ll never want anyone else.”

The second ice cube is all but pointless because all it takes is his dirty little pack of promises to have you nearly screaming through an orgasm. The power of it shredding through your body and leaving you near motionless against the bed, head lolling to one side and your shallow breathing hitches, interrupted by whimpering and pathetic sniffling. 

There are only a few brief minutes where you’re so numb that you don’t even realize that neither the vibrator nor Joshua have stopped and your body burns with the beginnings of over-stimulation. It’s bearable at first. The vibrations deep in your pussy, the cold fingers still rolling over your clit while he drags the other ice cube along your collar bones, the base of your throat, your breasts. 

Your core begins throbbing and you grit your teeth, tears falling faster than before but you can handle it. It’s only starting to become painful but you’re tougher than that. Right?

Perhaps it’s because you’re trying to prove a point or just because you don’t want him to stop. You want what he’s offering and you don’t wanna tap out before you get it.

You last a solid two minutes longer before you’re sobbing and the word slips from your lips in a panic, “Red, Josh, r-red!”

His phone is in his hand immediately, the vibrations dying on the spot before he’s tossing it away, gently slipping the egg from your core. His hands reach up for the cuffs and he undoes the buckles, slowly lowering your arms and rubbing the feeling back into them. 

“Talk to me,” he says, voice clear and full of concern, “What happened? Did I hurt you?” 

Your voice is sluggish, soft and he grabs your face, forcing you to look at him, “I’m okay, Joshie…just couldn’t take another one so soon. I thought I could…’m sorry.”

Joshua leans down and kisses your lips tenderly, patiently. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” he whispers against your lips, “I’m sorry I pushed you too far.”

“Not too far,” you correct him, slowly wielding the strength to wrap your arms around his shoulders, “Just too fast. I’ve…I’ve never had such intense orgasms with anyone before, not even by myself. This is new, if you couldn’t tell.”

Joshua pulls back to look at you and decides to plant a few more kisses over your cheekbones, your forehead, your nose. “We can go slower if you want,” he offers genuinely, “Or we can stop for tonight. The choice is always yours.”

The look you give him makes him laugh and roll his eyes, “Stop that.”

You giggle back without care for his demand, “You’re being so nice it’s like the polar opposite of the last few hours.”

“I’ll make you eat those words once you’re ready to continue,” He challenges you but then his eyes soften a touch, “If you want to continue, of course.”

“I do,” you rush out in one breath before feeling a tinge of embarrassment, “...want to continue.”

He props himself over you so he can read you better. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” you repeat, boldly running your hand down his chest until your fingers dip into the waistband of his pajama pants, “Want you to fuck me like you promised, Joshie.”

“You bounce back rather quickly,” He smarts, looking down at you with one cocked eyebrow.

“It’s easier to think when you’re not being overstimulated in four different ways,” you roll your eyes but Joshua’s hand comes and traps your cheeks between his fingers in that condescending way he loves. 

“Are you tapping back in?”

You take a deep breath and level with him, “No vibrator and I get to keep my hands?”

Joshua nods, “Fine by me. You still want me to come inside?”

You can’t help but to flush at the question which seems rather ridiculous now but it fuels Joshua’s ego and you confirm his question and kiss the corner of his mouth, taking him momentarily off guard with the sweet gesture. “Green.”

“How are you gonna kiss me like that right before I make you cry all over again?” He groans, sitting up and pushing out of his pants. His cock is already hard and you’re, for some stupid reason, think he’s going to put it in, lie close to you, fuck you deep and slow, but as you’re beginning to realize, this is Joshua and you still have a lot to learn. 

You gasp out loud when he slaps his cock against your folds, bringing your attention back to his face which is nothing short of deviant and strikingly handsome at the same time. He does it again, and again, and when you think he’s about to do it for the fourth time, he pushes into your cunt in one smooth, strong stroke. 

Your lips fall open on a long moan but Joshua hushes you with prettily pursed lips and heavily lidded eyes. He pushes down on the backs of your thighs and sighs at the sight of your cunt contracting around his length. Even after two orgasms and prep it’s still a tight fit and he pulls out just a bit then pushes back in with a grunt. The pain in your ass cheeks doesn’t help.

“Would you relax?” He groans, pushing your thighs further apart rather crudely. He’s bound to split you in half if he spreads you open anymore. “Can’t fuck you if you don’t give me a little breathing room.”

You roll your eyes and he laughs incredulously, “You’re rolling your eyes at me? Still? We haven’t learned anything at all? Are you that stubborn?”

Tight fit or not, he pulls almost all the way out and thrusts forward harshly, a pinprick of pain surfaces and you shake your head back and forth, “No, sir.”

He hitches a brow and repeats the motion, the ungodly sound falling from your lips makes him purse his lips. “No, you’ve not learned anything?” Again. “Or no, you’re not meaning to be so stubborn?” Again. “What is it then?”

He keeps up the punishing thrusts, a pause between each one though it’s just not enough to catch your breath. Your eyes sting and well with tears which only makes him smile. “Answer me or I’ll stop fucking you right now.”

You panic because as torturous as the pace is, as brutal as he’s being with the punctuation, you don’t want it to stop. If anything, you want more. You need more. 

“I- no, fuck, I’m sorry,” You plead with him, hands winding tightly in his bed sheets as he does it again and you release a strangled, high pitched sound, “I’m sorry, you’re big and I’m trying my b-best. Please don’t stop.”

Joshua softens a touch and then he’s pouting his lips patronizingly. “My poor baby, it’s too big?” He leans forward and plays with one of your breasts, “Want me to take it slow? Hmm? Lace our fingers together and kiss your pretty face while I fuck you?”

“I don’t kn-”

“I won’t,” He cuts you off, slapping your breast with a quick, sharp blow, and your cunt squeezes him, giving you away as the wanton little beast he’s created. “Maybe next time you’ll deserve to have me like that but all you do is run your mouth and roll your eyes so guess what you get?”

It’s a rhetorical question apparently. 

He suddenly looks down, purses his lips, and spits directly onto your cunt before rubbing it in harshly with his thumb. “You get whatever the fuck I give you. What’s your safe word?”

You rack your brains because it drifts off for a moment and Joshua nearly stills but you blurt out the color red so quickly that he nods and reaches over you for a pillow. You don’t think about it too much because you’re too dizzy with the enigma that is the man before you and barely comprehend what he’s doing when he slips the pillow under your hips, angling you better to be, in no kind words, absolutely fucking wrecked. 

It’s a hopeless dream that you’d somehow make it out of this with your dignity intact and when your friends eventually ask, you pray that Joshua is kind enough to leave out the fact that you sobbed, and moaned, and begged for it. That you pleaded with him to allow you to come and you did and then he flipped you over, propped your ass up, and promptly fucked you again. 

You think Mingyu would probably turn bright red and Jeonghan might just choke on his wine when they find out about how you soaked Joshua’s bed sheets with tears, and cum, and drool. How you nearly groveled to have him fill you so full of cum that you wouldn’t even be able to breathe without a little bit of it spilling from your folds. 

Nor that when he did exactly that you came, again. You moaned his name over and over again like it was the only word you knew and honest to god it was. You couldn’t remember anything else. 

All that existed was you (barely) and Joshua, now laying next to you, watching your shallow breaths with some sordid sense of fascination. You’re still face down, eyes sealed shut, dead to the world. Joshua simply strokes one big hand over your back repeatedly and waits for you to open your eyes again. 

He remains silent as time stretches on and eventually his soft laughter reaches your ears but only your eyebrows lift in acknowledgement. “You probably didn’t even notice me being gone, but I started the shower and ordered delivery.”

“I think…” You sniffle, nose stuffy from the embarrassing amount of crying you’ve done in the last few hours, “I think I might have passed out for a little bit.”

Joshua grins, leaning down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder. “You took a lot tonight and handled it all rather well. I’m impressed.”

You snort, blinking one red, puffy eye open. “You’re impressed? Are you seeing me right now? I’m sticky and swollen in several places,” You sigh and then immediately bury yourself further into his pillows that are surely ruined. “In fact, do me a favor and don’t look at me because I probably look disgusting.”

He laughs at your embarrassment and you jolt, heaving in a big watery breath when he suddenly spanks the right side of your ass, though, infinitely more gently than earlier. “You look perfect,” He smirks, “If you didn’t look like this I’d be disappointed and we’d have to start all over again.”

You look at him pointedly and frown, “Yeah, I need time to recover from this like, physically…mentally…emotionally,” Your eyes are far away as you stare at nothing and continue to ramble on. “Ruined. Ruined by you, and your big cock, and your pretty face, and your mean, foul mouth.”

Joshua rolls your body over and you groan because every goddamned inch of it hurts like hell but he’s still smiling because he’d thoroughly proved his point over and over again and he’s just so satisfied with himself. Well, you’re satisfied with him too but that’s besides the point and you don’t have it in you physically to argue with him. 

“You gonna fall in love with me now? I think you like it when I put you in your place,” He teases, kissing your face until you wave him off with a grimace.

“In your dreams,” You grin, lifting your arms up in a long stretch that leaves you feeling loose and sore. “You gonna fall in love with me and my smart mouth? I think you like it when I talk back.”

He rolls his eyes but he’s still smiling and you think back to some of the things he said earlier with a small smile of your own. “Don’t think I didn’t remember those little confessions you tried to hide between your dirty words, pretty boy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He huffs, pulling you closer to his body, “Don’t let it go to your head.”

His skin is still warm and feels soothing, bare against your own so you let your eyes flutter closed again for a moment. “I think I will let it go to my head,” you sigh when you feel his lips touch your cheek, “I think I’ll be so nauseatingly well behaved that you won’t be able to stop yourself from holding my hands and kissing me the next time we fuck.”

“Next time,” Joshua laughs and doesn’t stop laughing even when you prop yourself up on your elbows and give him a funny look. “What’s so funny?”

“The fact that you actually think we’re finished.”

Joshua is nothing if not a man faithful to his word. 

He had laughed and laughed at your dumbfounded face when he told you he wasn’t finished and then promptly scooped you up and carried you into shower. He gently washed your body, your hair, your face; mindful of the blossoming red and purple bruising on your back side. He was extra gentle, and dare you say, fond of the display. 

Then he carried you back to the bedroom to spare you the embarrassment of simply collapsing and dressed you in a pair of his boxers and an oversized sweater. He braided your hair and moisturized your face like he’d done so a million times and like a perfect gentleman, he carried you out to the living room to wait on food while he changed the sheets and you thought maybe…just maybe…he’d changed his mind about being finished for the night. 

You talked, ate, and laughed together like old times except for some reason, every time he smiled you hid your face, cheeks burning. When he leaned forward to brush your hair from your face, your breath hitched and Joshua relished the fact that whether he was sweet talking or shit talking you, you were still wrapped around his little finger. 

It was almost like the most perfect at-home date night. 

Comfy clothes, hot takeout in the living room, subtle touching here and there. You were flirting, giggling as if that crush you’d harbored your entire childhood had not dissipated one bit. It was almost easy to forget that, hardly an hour ago, you were in a very different position. Joshua was so sweet, and kind, and caring, and you should have fucking known. 

Should have known he would have had you right there on the couch, naked and bouncing in his lap like some insatiable harlot.

Gentle humming is the first thing you register when waking up the next morning. 

A soothing voice, soft bed sheets, warm sunlight bleeding through the curtains. It’s something you find is rather pleasant but nothing really tops the feeling of Joshua’s chest pressed against your back, warmth permeating through bare skin. His hands trail up and down your arm as he patiently lets you sleep in though the clock on the nightstand reads nearly ten o’clock.

 “You’re being nice again.”

Joshua huffs out a little laugh and kisses your shoulder, “I think you’ve earned it.”

You turn over to look at him and he just looks so stupidly handsome and fond of you that your heart cinches and your brain malfunctions. You’re not sure where you stand after last night but you take it as a good sign that you’re still in his bed, his eyes trained on you with something awfully akin to adoration. 

It gives you the courage to press forward and kiss him tentatively. You’re not exactly sure what it means but his hand encases your cheek and he kisses you back and it’s so soft, so tender that you’re in awe over how stark of a contrast this Joshua is to the Joshua of last night. Perhaps they were two separate entities and that’s why you never saw it. 

Your phone rings suddenly, cutting the moment short and Joshua sighs, pulling back to reach for it. “If that’s Mingyu calling to see if you’re alive again I’ll strangle him-”

Joshua’s face lights up mischievously when he reads the caller ID and you reach for it but he ignores you and answers with a smug grin, “Hey, mom.”

Not his mom. Your mom. Fuck.

You arms come up in a panic but Joshua swings a leg over your torso, pinning your arms to your sides and body to the mattress, “Joshua Hong you give me that ph-”

Joshua shoves two fingers in your mouth and presses down on your tongue while his voice remains ever angelic. “Yeah, she’s not feeling great today so I brought over something to eat and a little medicine for her headache.”

Your brows shoot up at the simple way he lies to your sweet mother while he is sitting on top of your naked body, fingers stuffed in your mouth, smirking.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Joshua looks down at you pointedly, rubbing your tongue with the pad of his index finger, “I’ll take good care of her.”

Is this the definition of hot and respectful? Being disrespectfully hot whilst also charming the ever loving shit out of your unsuspecting mother?

“Oh? You’re having dinner with my parents next weekend?” Joshua grins down at you deviously, “Yeah, of course we’ll be there. I’m sure she’ll be all fixed up by then.”

“Aw, I’ve missed you guys too. Yeah, hold on one second…I’ll let you talk to her.”

Joshua abruptly pulls his fingers from your mouth before you can bite him for agreeing to some big family dinner after…all this…and he simply raises his brows, mouthing, ‘You got this, baby’ before moving off you and handing you the phone. 

You quickly clear your throat and put the phone to your ear, “Hey, mom! Oh no, really I’m okay…my uh, head just hurts and I didn’t have meds so Josh picked some up for me.”

Joshua moves around the bed and you watch him wearily but he puts his fingers to his lips and then he’s between your legs and your breath hitches audibly. “Oh, nothing! Nothing…there was just a loud noise outside,” You glare at him in warning, “What were you saying again?”

Your hand immediately slaps over your mouth the second Joshua’s tongue delves between your folds and you swear he’s just solidified both your places in hell. Eating you out while you’re on the phone with your mother. You’ve never even dreamed of something so absolutely heinous and yet here you are, reaching down and burying your hand in his hair. He grins at the action. 

“...Josh? He’s um, he’s in the kitchen,” You struggle to think straight. How could you when the man in question is between your thighs, kissing your pussy over and over again with soft, wet lips. He’s an absolute monster. 

Your eyes pop open wide and you gasp aloud, partly because Joshua takes the opportunity to teasingly bite your clit the same time your mother chooses to ask you a question. “Mom! We’re not like- We would tell you if we were dating! We are not talking about this right now!”

Joshua is living for the irony of your mother going on and on, for the millionth time, about what a handsome couple you both make after the events of the past twenty-four hours. He’s just down there leisurely making out with your cunt while you stutter through simple sentences. 

“Oh my g-” your words morph into a fake cough to cover up what you would have said when Joshua suddenly decided to push two long fingers inside your aching heat, slowly pumping them while he keeps his hot mouth on you. 

“Mom, I’m getting a call from my boss, I’ve got to go,” you lie hastily, “Yes, yes, If we spontaneously fall in love and get engaged you’ll be the first to know. Okay…Yes…six o’clock Friday night. We’ll be there. Okay. Love you too. Bye mom.”

You make sure you actually hang the phone up and toss it across the bed. “Are you trying to kill me?!”

Joshua pulls away for two seconds just to push your thighs up around his shoulders, laser focused on his task now that you’re off the phone. “Trying to make you cum.”

“You’re absolutely fucking insane,” You laugh incredulously, “And now, fuck,” you arch up when he curls his fingers, sucking your clit into his mouth, “Now we have to go sit between our parents and pretend none of this happened.”

Joshua laughs against your thigh, lips wet and swollen, “Mmmm I don’t know about that,” he kisses your skin, “Might hold your hand at the dinner table to give them something to gossip about.”

“I hate you.” It’s not nearly as angry sounding as you mean it to be but the impending orgasm is to blame for that. 

“You love me,” he argues, kissing your pussy one last time before you’re falling apart, body melting into the sheets as he crudely licks up the rest of your arousal from between your thighs and from his long fingers. 

“I take it back,” You shake your head dazedly against the pillow, “I take everything back. You’re the least vanilla person I know and I was totally wrong. Twenty out of ten on the deviant scale.”

Joshua cocks his head playfully, “Well, I think I can do better than that.”

You groan aloud though it turns into a laugh at the thought. “You’re going to make that dinner a living hell, aren’t you?”

“If I fucked you on the dinner table do you think they would all be appalled or happy that we finally got together?”

“First of all…gross,” you swat lazily at his chest, “Secondly, is this us finally getting together?”

“No,” he smiles down at you, “I am still a gentleman and a romantic, let me properly ask you out over dinner.”

“You think you can romance me, Joshua?”

He swoops down and kisses you until you’re left doe eyed and smiles mischievously, “Oh, I know I can. You don’t stand a chance, angel.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and grin, “Mhm, why don’t you prove it?”

→ Part Two

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[erodasfishtacos]

Is this seat empty? " Yes and this one will be too if you sit down" , "Don't be like that my love."

For MLB!Harry first stupid fight in a relationship 😂

Okay this turned into something entirely different then the prompt. Sorry anon 😂

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Peace & Quiet (Please)

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“Where d’you put m’protein mix?” Harry asks, padding into the kitchen and opening every single fucking cabinet.

“It’s in the same place it’s been for the past five years,” YN bites out with a slight irritation, mixing the pancake batter a little rougher.

She’s been up since three in the morning and Harry sauntered in around six-thirty after coming home late from a baseball game last night.

All the babies still asleep.

“Ah - fuck,” Her husband huffs when he spills the powder all over the countertop and floor she had just swiffered ten minutes ago.

When he goes to open the other cabinet and grab for a shaker bottle - they all come tumbling out onto the floor in a loud clash.

“Could you be any louder? You going to wake up the kids!” YN scolds harshly, pointing to the closet, “Go get the swiffer.”

He obliges - surprised by her attitude, grabbing it and slapping it (by accident) on the ground like a fucking baseball bat, the head of the mop snapping off and breaking.

“S’broken,” Harry states the obvious, shrugging and going about peeling a banana before leaving the peel near the sink.

YN turns to face him, voice irritated, “I’m about to break you, just like you broke the swiffer.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asks cheekily but her glare tells him there is no amusement to be had this morning.

“I just spent all morning cleaning and you’ve made this place a disaster already!” His wife bites before flipping one of the pancakes.

Harry dejectedly cleans up his protein mix mess, neatly places the shake bottles into the right place, throws away the peel, and closes all the cabinets.

“M’sorry,” He murmurs, coming up behind her and kisses the nape of her neck, “Y’seem a bit cranky this mornin’.”

And man. He should have not said that.

“Do you have a baby who needs to fucking feed from your body every hour even during the night? I don’t think so,” She mutters, shaking him off of her.

“Hey, mama. M’bein’ an ass, what can I do to help?” He changes gears, choosing to stand next to her since she didn’t seem to want to be touch.

“Breastfeed - let your nipples feel like their constantly on fire and about to fall off. Make all this post-partum bleeding stop. Let me sleep for a day straight. I don’t know,” YN begins to sniffles, plating a few mini pancakes.

He’s taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in concern, and he leans forward to flip off the stovetop, “Can I touch you?”

She nods, wiping her eyes, and allows him to haul her up into their marble countertop, “Mama, y’need to tell me when y’feeling overwhelmed? Please baby. I’ve asked you a million times to wake me up and I can bottle feed her.”

“No, she…I have to feed her. It helps bonding and it-“

Harry interrupts firmly, “She will be perfectly fine being fed by a bottle a few times a day. You’re putting too much stress on yourself.”

Her head falls on his shoulder and she mumbles, “I just feel so…gross, not attractive at all.”

He pulls her back, searching her face in confusion, “Baby, why would you ever say somethin’ like that?”

YN let’s out a quiet sob, “My nipples are chafed and sore, I’m constantly bleeding, my belly hasn’t deflated -“

Harry can’t help but lean in and connect their lips harshly, he’s pulling her loose shirt up and over her head.

“Harry, what-“

“Listen t’me,” Harry rasps seriously, his hands are tender and careful as they cup her swollen breasts - thumbing at her painful nubs.

“I’m literally obsessed w’your tits, baby. They’ll go back to normal after y’done feeding and even if they don’t - I love them just as fucking much. You fed our three healthy strong boys and now you’re makin’ sure our chunky little girl is eating good.”

Then he hands move to cup her belly, large hands splayed over the still softening, firm bump from where Briar had been housed for nine months.

“Y’gave me four, four fuckin’ babies from this belly. I’m fucking in love with your body. God, y’thighs, y’tummy, the stretchmarks - fuck, getting me hard just lookin’ at you.”

It was true, he was stiffening up in his shorts but neither of them acknowledged it - it was a love boner more than anything else.

He literally got hard from how much he loved her.

“I’m tired,” She sighs softly, letting Harry tug her shirt back on as the children would be waking up soon to eat breakfast.

“I know, mama,” Harry acknowledges softly, giving her another kiss before taking over the pancake station.

-

When all the boys are downstairs and chomping away on their food, Cash, who is just about four decides it’ll be funny to squirt the sticky syrup all over their expensive stool cushions and the floor.

When YN turns from the sink to see the mess, she admits she snaps a little bit, “Really Harry? You’re supposed to be watching them, not checking the sports news on your phone!”

Harry is about to defend himself but his wife is stomping over to where Cash has emptied the bottle and gives him a firm look, “Cash Edward Styles, get your bum upstairs, right now.”

Cash’s eyes widen, his mother rarely needed to use a harsh tone with them, “Mama, I’m so-“

“If you are not upstairs, by the bathtub this instant, you get no outside time today. Do you understand me?” YN tells him, giving Easton a warning look when he licks at the syrup on his finger.

“Yes mama,” Cash squeaks out sadly, abandoning his plate and walking up towards the bathroom upstairs to get clean.

Easton and Ezra are dead silent as they watch their brother leave - not wanting the same fate as him so they sit proper.

“Sweetheart-“ Harry begins, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“No, I have my hands full taking care of four kids. I don’t need you acting like a fifth. Go bathe your son,” YN tells him coldly, an angry stare directed his way.

Harry clenches his jaw, biting his tongue as he stands up and pushes his chair in with force - making a loud noise before following after his second son.

A few minutes after they’re out of sight, Easton thought it’d be funny to wipe syrup down Ezra’s cheek which made Ezra cry and throw a pancake at his older brother - now soaking him in syrup.

YN starts to leak milk at the sound of Ezra’s cries.

“Easton Robin - get you butt upstairs this instant too. You know better - no outside time today,” She informs him as she uses a wet wipe to clean Ezra’s cheek.

“Mama,” Easton whines, fat tears starting roll down his cheeks as he stands up, loitering by the kitchen stool.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” YN warns, swiping a paper towel over the wet spot on her shirt from the leak.

-

Harry had just started washing up Cash who was still melancholy when his blubbering older one comes in - still tearful.

He sighs, looking at his syrupy son, “Wha’ happened?”

Easton looks hesitant, “I put syrup on Ezzie and mama said no outside time today.”

His father is tight-lipped, he can already predict that Easton’s actions upset Ezra, “Alright, c’mon. Let’s clean y’up too. Y’know better, Easton.”

-

Harry had just finished helping both boys dress when YN appears in the doorway with Ezra who has a binkie popped in his mouth.

She steps over and hands their son to Harry before muttering, “I’m going to feed Briar, keep the boys out of the room. I need some peace.”

YN disappears from the room before he can even reply to her.

-

Harry can admit he gets distracted when one of his coaches calls him up for a game change, doesn’t notice when Cash sneaks from the playroom.

It’s less than five minutes later when YN leads Cash gently by the hand back into the playroom, with Briar still latched and feeding.

When she sees Harry on his phone, she’s fucking livid with him.

“Really Harry?” His wife scoffs, guiding Cash to join Easton in where he’s playing with legos.

“I’ll call you back,” Harry replies to his coach before hanging up, “Sorry, it was Donny-“

“Good to know your job is more important than watching your kids,” She spits out before storming back out of the room.

Harry is up and following behind her, jaw clenched and irritated, “Just ‘cause you’re in a pissy mood doesn’t mean that y’say shit like that.”

She turns on her heel, eyes fiery, “You have no god damn consideration. You’ve been swamped this week because of your nike promotion and games. I’ve had the babies all by myself for four nights while you get to gallivant around!”

Harry goes to speak but she puts her free hand up.

“I ask for you to keep our house clean and to let me have one moment of peace with our daughter but you don’t even let me have that! You do not understand how hard it is to push a baby out of you and then have them rely on you to feed them twenty times a day!”

His anger fades when his wife starts sobbing - chest shuddering sobs, “I just had her four weeks ago. I-I haven’t had a break yet. You act like it’s so easy!”

He starts to walk towards her, “Sweetheart-“

YN shakes her head, a desperate plea in her tone, “Please just give me time with Briar.”

Harry swallows harshly and nods - feeling like shit as his wife walks back towards the stairs - all the while still feeding their daughter.

-

“Hello?”

“Mum, I-can you take the boys for the night?” Harry asks quietly, standing in the kitchen while the two older boys are still playing quietly.

Ezra’s passed out, on Harry’s hip with his little face smushed against the cap of his shoulder with parted lips.

“Dear, is everything okay?” She replies cautiously.

“No, I-I don’t know. YN is overwhelmed and I don’t think I’ve been supportive enough,” Harry feels himself begin to sniffle.

Anne doesn’t pry for information which Harry loves about her, she agrees to take them, and states she’ll be over within the hour.

Harry goes about packing their pajamas and other necessities in their little backpacks as the squeal excitedly about going to Nana’s.

“Can we say bye to mama?” Easton asks anxiously as they clear out of their bedrooms.

“Let me go ask,” He murmurs, running a hand through his son’s curls.

When he cracks open the door, YN is sprawled out on her back, fast asleep with Briar also asleep in the bassinet next to the bed.

His heart aches because her shirt is off, and the remnants of her nipple cream which was a pinkish orange color wasn’t fully rubbed in on her bruised breasts.

Harry guides them downstairs, promising that their mama will call them later.

-

After the boys leave, Harry doesn’t know what to do so he cleans whatever he finds that is dirty or messy so she won’t have to.

He does all the laundry in the house, cleans up every single toy, and when Briar starts to whimper - he sneaks in to snatch her up so she doesn’t wake YN.

Then he takes her out to the shops with him to grab groceries, her favorite snacks, and maybe he does stop by a jewelry store and buy her something nice.

(casually a pair of 20k earrings)

YN fell asleep around eighty-thirty in the morning and doesn’t wake up until about nine at night, Harry had put Briar in her nursery about an hour ago.

When she does awake, Harry is sitting in the living room - watching a stupid action movie to pass time and dwell on everything.

She comes in quietly, stands in front of her husband who looks up at her with anxious eyes - she looks brighter now that she’s had adequate sleep.

“Will you hold me?” She rasps quietly, just in one of Harry’s shirts and soft pair of sleep shorts.

“Never haven t’ask, mama,” He murmurs, guiding her until she’s straddling his lap and burying her face into the crook of his neck.

His hands sneak beneath her shirt to massage the sleep-warm skin as he kisses her shoulder - over and over again.

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispers into his skin, voice croaky as she tries to not get upset.

He pulls her back to study her face, “Do not apologize, y’allowed to get mad at me and feel frustrated. You’re emotions are valid. There’s a lot going on and I could be doing more to help.”

YN wipes a tear that trickles down as she laughs in disbelief, “No, you can’t do anymore to help.”

“Wha-? I can, I promis-“

She interrupts his with a kiss before telling him sincerely, “You can’t do anymore help because you’re already doing the most amazing job. As a husband and dad. I was just tired and stressed - it’s not an excuse.”

It warms his heart, he fucking loves her so much it does make sense, has to button their lips together one more time.

“You have a really hard job too, on top of being a husband and dad. You give us all this, support us and take care of us.”

“Are y’kidding me? Y’the one who keeps this family together. Y’the fuckin’ love of my life, you know that? I love you so much, so so much,” He emphasizes, rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip.

The kiss one more time - the anger was subsided and they were okay once again.

Harry laughs and agree when YN murmurs, “S’time for bed again, m’tired.”

“Okay mama, anythin’ for you,” He responds before peppering her in kisses to make her giggle lightly.

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[planetsano]

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 𖥔 ⭒ ִ ׂ 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 !

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — is it you or her?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — heavy angst, toxic relationship, potential spoilers, one slap, mention of death, arguments, childhood friends to lovers if you squint.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 — ryuuguji “draken” ken.

After all the screaming, the only thing that could be heard was a blaring silence that impregnated the room. There was a dull and uncomfortable ringing that sounded in the ears that didn’t seem to go away no matter how hard you tried to cover your ears. The pitch was coming from you head, mixing in awfully with the echoes of the previous argument that left the atmosphere between them solemn and hostile.

The tension was unmistakable, so thick that you could cut through it with a knife and serve it on a plate. Shards of glass, thrown furniture and decorations had been tossed everywhere. You couldn’t take a step without hearing the crunch of broken glass under your high-heeled shoe as you stood in the kitchen. All this fighting and crying in such a pretty outfit and makeup, on a night that was supposed to be fun. A one year anniversary completely turned to shit over the mention of one name.

You felt lightheaded and sick to your stomach. His face— his handsome, stupid fucking face made you stomach churn. Every single detail. Every lash, every freckle, even down to the pattern biologically engraved on his dark irises. Everything you once loved, you found yourself loathing all within the span of a few hours. It was a chore looking at him and you was certain if you looked at him again you'd be one of the rare cases of people actually dying of heartbreak.

What a pretty way to go. You almost wanted to laugh at the thought but couldn’t bring yourself to do it. If anything, a laugh right now would’ve made things worse with the way the energy in the air. When did everything get like this? You found your inner thoughts asking many questions like how you could let it get this bad? And was everything really your fault in the end? Was there anything you could do about it?

“I can’t ever be her, Ken..” You spoke after what felt like hours, voice completely shot from the previous screaming match moments before.

“I know.” Draken sighed, his large rubbing his face out of frustration? Fatigue? Maybe a combination of both.

“When did you stop loving me? Did you ever—” You couldn’t even get your sentence out before his tall and built figure rushes towards you, grabbing your flushed and sniveling face with one hand. He squishes your cheeks and his fingers then dig into the soft skin of your face.

“I always loved you, don’t— don’t fucking do that to me,” Draken says, his eyes slightly unhinged as he speaks. He’s shaking, seething with anger actually but he has self-control. He won’t hurt you and you both know that the most you’d get from him was a face shove and even so, that was rare. But what was he supposed to do when you're kicking and scratching at him. You can't listen to words when you got like that.

“Then why— why are you using me? Why am I the one who has to be the replacement?” You ask, eyes searching for any sign of an answer in his dark irises.

“I told you, I didn’t mean to call you by her name..” Draken lets go of your face and takes a step back, irritation heavy on the handsome features of his face.

“And that makes it okay? Because it was an accident?” You laugh at the end of your sentence.

“I love y—” Draken can’t finish his sentence before his face is turned to the side from the impact of the slap you landed on his cheek. It stings your own hand, the feeling rippling through the nerves on your hand.

“Fuck you, Ken.” You spit harshly.

“Yeah,” he chuckles and shakes his head, a look on his face that says he’s over this back and forth. “Fuck me.” He starts to make his way out of the mess that is the kitchen until your voice stops him in his tracks.

“If she was still here.. who would you pick?” You asked softly, tears brimming in your eyes when you started at his back.

“Don’t ask shit for answers you don’t wanna hear,” He says calmly over his shoulder. “We’ll talk when you’re not a fuckin’ spaz..” He exits the kitchen, already on his way up the stairs.

“I hope you die.” You say quietly. “I hate you! I fucking hate you!” Draken can hear your screams of anguish from all the way up the stairs, and yet all he can do is sit on the edge of your shared bed, elbows resting on his knees with his hands gripping at the roots of his hair. His mind wandered off to when you were both just kids.

“Come on, (Name).. Why are they frilly and girly lookin’?” Draken groaned at the Hello Kitty band aids (Name) was about to put on his bleeding knee scrapes. She looks at him with furrowed brows and a pout, intense but childishly cute fire in her eyes as she looks at the young boy. Her cheeks are puffed.

“They’re gonna to help you! It doesn’t matter how they look! Now, stop being a crybaby!” She scolded as her little hands opened the paper packaging of the aid before she gently placed it on his knee.

Draken can’t hide his blush at her care, his tummy fluttering with butterflies as he watches her work so intently. The feeling was so new, he'd never known anything to feel quite like this, but even so, he continues to watch her quietly. (Name) opens the last band aid and goes to put it on the cut on his cheek that carried so much baby fat he hadn't lost yet. But, he stops her with a gentle grab of the wrist. She gives him a confused look.

“Wait.. what about you?” He asked, noticing that she was still bleeding on her own leg. Quite badly too. It was the only cut she had but hers seemed like it was way more severe than the few of his own.

“Nuh-uh,” She shook her head cutely. “I’ll be fine! I care about you more, Ken!” She brushed it off quickly, but her voice was completely genuine. Draken felt.. strange.. but it felt good. Since that day, he always found himself wanting to be near her or worrying about her even when she wasn't around.

That was the day Draken knew he fell in love with you. A soul so selfless that you'd be willing to help others over your own self. He watches a tear fall from his eye and stained the carpet below with a single water droplet. Things were complicated but he's never once doubted his love for you. He wishes he could go back to that day and relive it with you. When things were sweet at could be taken at face value.

“What happened to us?” He asks himself quietly. Draken wants to fix things, but he doesn't know how and for the first time in his life, he wants to run away.

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[yamagucji]

Embarrassing moments

warnings. just for shits n giggles, 14+ readers preferably, mentions of vomit, poop, choking, etc.

HINATA was extremely constipated and needed to use the bathroom quick. but there’s a long line to the mens bathroom (what’s the occasion anyway??) and he’s standing all the way at the back. poor hinata felt a fart coming so he just couldn’t... hold it in. mans SHARTED. shitted and farted at the same time. it stunk so bad that the guys in front of him said, “damn, you need the toilet more than me,” and let him cut in line.

USHIJIMA and tendou stopped to pet this dog during their walk. tendou’s conversing with the owner while toshi’s petting the dog. dog likes it, it’s all good. until... it got bored and decided that toshi’s butt smelled good. dog just wouldn’t stop sniffing his ass. “please, stop smelling me,” toshi says with desperation, which now catches the others’ attention. the owner has to pry their dog away from toshi’s ass cheeks, please. the awkward tension kinda dies down until tendou utters, “so, what’s your secret? what product are you using?”

YAMAGUCHI drank water in the middle of silent class reading. this boy started choking— and i mean choking on his water. you can hear his muffled coughs in the distance and when you turn around to look at him, his face is all red and his cheeks are puffy. none of his classmates say anything but you can practically feel second-hand embarrassment oozing around. the assistant teacher even has the audacity to say, “drink some water.”

KENMA’s calling this one his last try. he sticks his remaining coins into the slot and tries to get the brand new nintendo box thats in the machine. mf has been going at this for over twenty minutes now. his pouch is empty and there’s a crowd of kids waiting for him. no miracle happens in his last try (shit got stuck!!) so he has to move away only to watch in horror— as the kid after him manages to get it. you’re gonna have to hold kenma down before he hunts that kid with every bit of his soul.

DAICHI had a fat one coming in, that’s for sure. thought it was a free real estate just because everyone else in the camp seemed asleep. so he let that monster fart come out (even partly stuck out his thigh for better airway). whole team was awake in a matter of seconds. nishinoya’s jumped off his sleeping bag and asking everyone if they heard that “loud bang.” tanaka’s over here sniffing around because he knows that no one has got some kind of bomb that stinks.

SAKUSA’s not gonna admit to this one. but one time he opened a bathroom stall (it was unlocked) only to find that it was occupied. there are no words to accurately describe just how horried the sight was. sitting on the toilet was a man taking a shit, with his dick on full boner mode, staring back at sakusa. they only made eye contact for just 2 seconds but sakusa’s seen enough. he’s heard enough too, when said stranger asked him, “you wanna join me?”

ASAHI projectile vomited at the theaters. you should’ve known it was a bad idea to take him out to dinner before going to watch a scary movie. man had no courage to tell you he had an upset stomach nor tell you he’s not a fan of horror. it’s twenty minutes into the movie and he’s poking your arm— but you don’t notice because you’re too engrossed. another twenty minutes, and a jumpscare comes on. man beside you vomits like there’s no tomorrow. ya’ll spend the rest of the movie secretly trying to clean his throw-up.

TENDOU was watching anime in his dorm peacefully. until... the whole shiratorizawa team opened the door just in time for the show to switch up to an inappropriate scene. out of all the times they could’ve walked in, they really had to come when 2d clown man was moaning and fighting a kid? tendou scrambled to close his laptop but now he’s just staring back at his teammates; silent, except for the fact that his show is still playing and you can still hearing moaning in the background.

TSUKISHIMA turned his house upside down and still couldn’t find his glasses, nor his extra pair. he was about to leave bare eyed until his mom caught him and forced him to wear his sports glasses. yeah, the one with the whole strap and everything. mans looked like a fool coming to school with it on. people who didn’t know it was his sports glasses mistook it for swimming goggles. he’s so utterly humiliated now, he can’t even bite back when hinata or kageyama says something.

GOSHIKI... i don’t even know what to tell you. who let this kid go further into the lake by himself? it’s all fun and games for everyone until you hear an ear-defeaning shriek by your one and only goshiki. he’s yelling out, “help me! please! help!!” the lifeguards start kicking in and everyone’s trying to make way. is he drowning? is there something there? no for god’s sake. you find out he just made it 5 ft deep and happened to swim over a bunch of seaweed. never take him swimming again.

ATSUMU decided to check himself out using someone’s car window. he’s fixing his hair, picking at his teeth, and even checking to see if he has any boogers. all of a sudden the window rolls down and there’s a senior citizen staring back at him. “boy do you think my car is your mirror?” the man says in a gruffy voice. atsumu’s knees nearly buckle from how scary this man is and how embarrassed he is of all the four minutes he probably spent with this stranger.

SACHIRO’s job as a vet sometimes makes him do really questionable shit (from an outsider perspective). once he had to ejaculate someone’s dog in front of their owner. uh huh... jack them off, for the sole purpose of examining the dog’s semen. he’s never felt such a wave of regret wash through his body during that whole procedure. it didn’t help when the owner was looking at him mortified, nor the fact that it took such a long time.

OIKAWA does this thing were he shows up unexpectedly behind iwaizumi and slaps his ass. everytime he does it iwa always hits him back (but not the ass). today he learnt his lesson when he mistook a stranger for iwa and slapped the guys ass from the moon and back. when i tell you just how quick all the blood drained from oikawa’s body when the man turned around— you can hear a bag of chips fall at the other end of the aisle and it’s the iwa, who had to witness that whole ass-slap event.

ARAN is gonna knock the shit of the miya twins one day, he swears to god. they sent him a mysterious video during his morning walk, where he stopped at a busy street. it starts off quiet, so he goes to turn the volume up full blast. damn video suddenly started blaring ‘lick my pussy and my-’ please... he’s shaking. passerby’s are looking at him with distaste. aran’s now flushed from embarrassment and running towards the miya house. you can guess what happens next.

BOKUTO walked into the wrong house. spent a whole ten minutes rummaging around the kitchen because his friend said to “make yourself comfortable, i’ll be on my way.” little did this man know that there’s a whole family upstairs waiting for the cops to arrive because they think it’s a robbery. poor bokuto, dragged out of the house by some cops but had no idea what was going on. man was literally just vibing— thinking he was in his friends house.

OSAMU swore this size pants still fit him (hint: it doesn’t). he’s walking through the snack section of the store, lightly limping because damn his dick can’t breath. his truth is tested when he goes to pick something off the lowest shelf and his pants literally go, ‘let er rip.’ fabric tore, and what’s worse is that he was wearing onigiri undies. osamu goes to check if there’s anyone else in the aisle and there is— a group of underclassmen girls from his high school.

KUROO tried to make his chemistry presentation more interesting by putting in jokes. he thought they were funny; kenma even huffed a breath. kuroo’s at his third joke by now and literally no one has laughed. not a single one. except for kuroo himself, who’s awkwardly laughing in a dead-silent room. man was embarrassed. other people are getting second-hand embarrassment by the way they avoided eye contact with him. he vented to kenma later only for kenma to say, “it wasn’t funny. it was just stupid.” poor kuroo.

SUNA accidentally connected his bluetooth to the bus. you know, the one that drives all of inarizaki to their games. wanna guess what the fuck he might’ve been listening to? it’s porn. he’s watching porn in broad daylight. suna doesn’t realize what the issue is until he goes to turn up the volume and notices that the sound is off. he take his airpods off and that’s when he hears pure moaning sounds blaring inside the bus. everyone’s laughing— except for kita and their coach who’s still outside. mf calls himself lucky for that.

#sakusa x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #ushijima x reader #suna x reader #aran x reader #osamu x reader #atsumu x reader #kenma x reader #yamaguchi x reader #hinata x reader #oikawa x reader #daichi x reader #sachiro x reader #goshiki x reader #tsukishima x reader #tendou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #asahi x reader #suna rintaro #aran ojiro #osamu miya #atsumu miya #oikawa tooru #tsukishima kei #tendou satori #daichi sawamura

[jillianallen14]

Spirk fanfic rec

Some amazing Spirk fanfic to bless your dash because I’m falling in love with this shit all over again (this is like the 10th time this has happened lol):

Entering Orbit:  Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch; rated m; 30,957 words

Papers in the Roadside:  Non-Starfleet AU. Jim owns a small bar in Chicago, keeps on picking up strays and taking care of everyone no matter how hard it makes his own life. Spock is a journalist writing feature articles for the Chicago Tribune; he depicts the world with uncanny skill, but hides more than one personal drama and is possibly under surveillance from the Vulcan royal family. They meet by accident just before their lives start to spin out of control; rated e; 49,637 words

Take Refuge in What You Know:  AU - Kirk has moved into a apartment/house and wants to get to know his neighbors. He meets his neighbor Spock, a loner who suffers from extreme agoraphobia. Kirk thinks he's beautiful enigma; rated e; 120,334 words

Listen, this is not only my favorite Star Trek fic of all time, it’s also one of my favorite fanfics in general. It’s right up there with Text Talk and The Shoebox Project from the HP fandom, which if you’ve read, you know are incredible and frankly life-changing. And this fanfic changed my life. The description the author gives doesn’t do the beauty of this fic justice. I suffer from agoraphobia and Spock’s depiction as an agoraphobic man was probably the most well-researched, sympathetic, empathetic, caring, realistic portrayal of what it’s like to be agoraphobic that I’ve ever witnessed in fiction. It made me cry like a child because I had never felt so seen and understood. This writer is incredible, and this fic is incredible. I can’t recommend it enough. It’s an AU, which I’m usually pretty wary about, but it barely even feels like an AU. It just feels like Jim and Spock. The author’s understanding of both of their characters’ is perfect, like just a spot-on portrayal of who they are. This fic genuinely helped me accept who I am and helped me understand that I am capable of & deserving of love. If you don’t read any other Star Trek fics (and you def should read more Star Trek fics because they’re amazing), then let this one be the one you read. I dare you not to read it three times in a row like I did.

Observations:  First Officer Spock comments on life aboard the Enterprise and his service under Captain James T. Kirk; rated m; 500,000+ words.

So the author of this fic actually did a thing where they made this fic into two books (similar to what The Shoebox Project authors did many years ago in the HP fandom). They don’t get any money from people buying the books; the cost is just to go towards producing the books. This fic is the equivalent of two LARGE novels. We’re talking 600 pages & up. It’s a huge fic. Now, that being said, I read it in one day. ONE DAY. It’s that good. This is another one of my all-time favorite fics, though not quite as dear to my heart as the one I listed above. It’s focused on AOS, and tbh, I forget that what happens in this book isn’t actually canon. Like it’s so well-told, it just feels like it’s now part of the timeless story of Kirk & Spock. The “professional” Star Trek writers would never be brave enough to do what this author does with Kirk and Spock, though. This fic will make you angry, will make you laugh, will make you cry. It has such a good grasp on every single character. It also shows the love between the crew of the Enterprise, which is always a treat, and it’s beautifully done in this fic. It has a sorta-enemies-to-lovers arc between Spirk and an enemies-to-close-friends arc between Spock and McCoy that is beautifully done and fleshed out. This fic is definitely a journey to go through, and I can’t recommend it enough. It’s extremely slow burn, and you will want to slap both Kirk and Spock (and McCoy) upside the head at certain points lol. 

Of Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves:  The progression of a relationship, through Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves. Basically, it’s an AU where Kirk works at a coffee shop to pay his way through school, and Spock visits often. rated t; 16,429 words

Love, love, love, this fic. It’s cute, it’s in character. They have kind of a rocky start together, so it’s got a little bit of that Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy i-hated-you-but-now-i-love-you-marry-me vibes to it. I’m a sucker for that, if you haven’t figured that out by now lol. It’s really good, and a really enjoyable read. And it’s not too long, if you’re in the mood for something on the shorter end of things.

 Please Don’t Touch the Vulcans:  The "yes" is out of Jim's mouth before he can think about it. Jim is chipper about having time off for the holidays. He asks everyone if they want to spend time together but sadly, everyone ditches Jim over the holidays because they have plans. McCoy visits his daughter, Nyota visits her family, and everyone splits. Not knowing Spock has feelings for him, Jim doesn't even bother asking if he wants to spend time together figuring he has something to do. Something cute, romantic with the boys spending time with one another and confessions; rated m; 17,690 words

Super cute and has lots of Sarek, which idk about y’all, but I’m always a fan of. Sarek and Jim kind of get to know each other a bit, and it’s cute. Sarek knows about they’re in love before Spock & Kirk know lol. If I remember correctly, there’s also some appearances from everyone’s favorite: Old!Spock! You also get a little bit of jealous and protective Young!Spock. So you’re in for a real treat with this one. 

The Ren shat’var Trilogy:  A split-second decision changes Jim's life forever, as he enters into a bond with Spock in the face of certain torture. Enemies to the Federation emerge from unlikely places, and the command team must contend with unexpected threats, as well as challenges within their own intense relationship. In this three-part series, the Enterprise races across the galaxy to confront the unknown, and Jim and Spock discover the true significance of their unprecedented connection; rated e; 184,411 words

Textual Attraction:  Valentine’s Day does not bring up pleasant memories for Cadet Kirk. But the serendipitous switch-up of his cell phone with a particular Vulcan professor’s will make his day far more interesting –and romantic. Perhaps some new memories can be made! 15,900 words

SO GOOD. Just SO good

Spaceman:  Academy AU. Five times Spock realizes he's attracted to a barista at the academy spaceport, and one time he decides to do something about it. rated t; 3728 words

Short, sweet, funny. You’ll love it.

Subtext: Texting your Vulcan first officer in the middle of the night is never a good idea. Especially when you have an obsessive crush on said Vulcan.The holidays are approaching and Jim is left entirely Spockless aboard the Enterprise when his First takes shore leave on New Vulcan. After some midnight pining, Jim sends a text he instantly regrets. That is, until Spock responds and willingly continues their textual communications to an inevitable conclusion; rated t; 13,032 words

Cute, sweet, funny. It’s a texting fic. I think you’ve probably figured out I love those. This one makes me laugh so fucking hard. Like actually laugh-out-loud-omg-did-i-just-snort kind of funny. Spock is great in this one

All Spock Wants For Christmas:  While Jim is away on a delegation mission, he panics about what to give Spock for Christmas. With help from Bones and Uhura, and in between some spam texting with Spock, Jim realizes he already has the perfect gift. And all it needs is wrapping paper and a bow; rated t; 11,966 words

And here we have another cute, sweet, funny texting fic. Sue me lol

The Morning After:  Jim convinces Spock to take shore leave with him on Risa, hoping the time together will help re-solidify their bond of friendship after some recent tension. Meanwhile, Spock convinces himself he's on Risa for one reason and one reason only, to prevent his wayward captain from getting into trouble. After a passionately illogical night of Romulan Ale and chocolate infused liquor, everything changes when Jim wakes with something other than a hangover filling his head. Something he's sure neither he nor Spock can handle. Because if Jim knows anything for sure, it's that his messed up thoughts belong nowhere near Spock's clean, ordered mind; rated m; 50,381 words

HAHA. This fic fucking cracks me up. You’ve got drunk boys pining over each other & not realizing it. You’ve got accidental marriage. You’ve got bed sharing. It’s great, it’s cute, it’s funny. 

Take This Sinking Boat (And Point It Home):  In which Spock pines, Jim isn’t stupid (except he kind of is), and Christopher Pike has had enough of this bullshit; 6698 words

Pike is great in this one, and it’s super, super funny.

Extracurricular Activities:   Spock returns to the Academy from a tour of duty to find an intriguing cadet captures his attention; rated e; 15,433 words

Veritas: Basically, Kirk and Spock are on trial because the Federation thinks they are emotionally compromised by each other, which is putting the lives of their crew in danger. They have to convince a court they’re not actually in love with each other. They think the claims are bullshit. They think it will be easy to prove that they aren’t in love or emotionally compromised, damn it. It isn’t; rated m; 186,80 words

This one is so, so good. A real gem off of Fanfic.net. I remember it was actually one of the first Spirk fanfics I ever read, and it blew me away. The progression of their relationship is really well-done and interesting. It has star-crossed lovers vibes and has some really emotionally intense moments in it, especially for Spock. 

A Habitual Affection:  Living in 1930s New York with the Vulcan you're secretly in love with is no simple thing. But Jim never liked anything simple. And then, the big snowstorm hit...; rated t; 7998 words

A beautiful TOS fic about one of the gayest episodes of Star Trek. Love this one. 

Atlas:  Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning; rated t; 135,529 words

A beaut. Really great characterization, and the progression of Jim and Spock’s relationship is really well-done.

#spirk #spock #kirk #james t kirk #spock/kirk #kirk/spock #star trek #star trek tos #star trek aos #space husbands #spirk fanfic recs #spirk fanfic

[n1k1tty]

only you, my girl

╰─ college au! bad boy!heesung x reader [f]

summary: lee heeseung bumps into you on a rainy day. you drop all your notes in the rain, causing you to get mad and as an exchange, lee heeseung agrees to help you with your notes. but he had another mission in mind, make you fall in love him.

!! grammar is probably bad, lowercase intended, suggestive if you squint real hard,

HOPE YOU ENJOY <3

PLEASE YOU DONT KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I HAD TO CORRECT THIS LOL. (there’s probably still more mistakes that i have to correct so please bear with me💔)

— HIGHLY INSPIRED BY THIS HEESEUNG EDIT

It was around 10 pm when you decided it was a good idea to take a walk outside. The breeze hits your skin every once in a while as you look at the stars. And as you walked around the corner, you heard a girl cry “why? Why can’t you just love me?!” she says, pushing him backwards repeatedly. You honestly hadn’t meant to eavesdrop into their conversation, but considering it was only you there, you had to act as if you were listening to music. The man shrugs his shoulders “we’ve already talked about this, and i said it loud and clear. no. strings. attached” the man defends himself, “you know what? You’re an asshole” the girl slaps the man’s face as she angrily stomps her way out of the scene. You got caught off guard with the sudden action, making you burst out laughing. That, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by the man, and before he could say anything, you already ran off.

You woke up the next day to the sound of the rain, staring into space not even noticing that you were late. You groaned, stretching your body as you check the time, immediately putting on whatever you could find, a piece of bread stuffed in your mouth as you sit on the ground trying to put on your stupid shoes. You grabbed your umbrella and took a run for it, making sure you didn’t get your notes wet.

You walked backwards while apologizing to the person whom you just bumped at, slightly bowing your head and mumbling a little sorry. But before you could even turn around you bumped into another man, your notes flying everywhere and notes getting wet as you land on the big puddle "you okay? my bad, i wasn't looki- you again?" the man raises his eyebrow as he lended a hand "you again? maybe watch where you're going dumbass" you let out a huff, ignoring his hand as you quickly put on your hood, gathering your notes as quickly as possible

heeseung's pov

"ugh, my notes. they're fucking wet" the girl lets out a grumpy mumble, she was certainly rude, her messy hair covered under her hood, headphones hanging on her neck as she tried to gather as much paper as she could "im so sorry, here let me help you" i picked up her umbrella and the other papers on the ground, what a way to start the day lee heeseung. the girl stood up straight, glaring into my eyes as she aggressively grabbed her umbrella and notes back, cute "here, let me make it up to you" i say, following her as she starts to walk away, immediately seeing the big wet spot on her ass from the puddle. i take off my jacket as i wrapped it around her waist, hiding it perfectly "make it up? nothing can replace the value of my notes- what are you doing?" she asks, looking at the new piece of clothing wrapped around her "you peed your pant-" before i could finish my sentence i earned a smack on my arm "i'm being serious." you send a glare his way as you walked ahead of him "okay, okay sorry. here, how about i buy you coffee, and we can talk about how i can make it up yeah?" she tilts her head and raises a brow "no. i have classes, hello?"

"so if you didn't have classes you would've went?" i cheekily smiled at her, raising my eyebrows up and down

"nope"

"then just skip"

"oh fuck no im not ski-" i grab her hand as we both made a run for it. leading her towards my favourite cafe, feeling her tugging every now and then. as we arrived, the waitress bows as they welcome you both, i gave her a single nod as i sat her down on my favourite spot "ARE YOU CRAZY? I NEED TO HEAD BACK NOW OR IM BONNA BE BEHIND EVERYTHING AND IM GONNA FAIL" she screamed while she gathers her bag, getting ready to leave, i immediately hold her stuff down, looking at her with pleading eyes. she was quite a lot of work... but he couldn't accept the fact that you weren't fawning over his looks, and how not even a single compliment left your lips. he had to make you fall in love. no matter what.

"it won't hurt skipping one class would it? and i found a way to make it up to you, names heeseung by the way. if you didn't know"

-- 3rd person pov

and so it begins. you and heeseung made a deal to have study dates every friday, meeting up at his dorm, library, or your apartment. and truth to be told, he was actually being helpful, you taught him how you took your notes and that most of them could be found in your pile of textbooks. and aside from the deal, you also learned a lot about him. you learned about how heeseung was a music major wanting to create his own music, how he had perfect pitch, how he was really fond of pets, how he loved ramen, how he played basketball and all of that stuff you never thought you'd want to know. and you couldn't help but think about how he was more than just a fuck boy, and how much of a good person he is underneath his reputation.

today was one of your study dates, you were both searching for books that helped a lot with the topic you were both taking notes on "gotcha" you mumble, eyes targeted on the last book you were searching for, as you were about to grab the book, a hand was placed above yours, grabbing it before you could. and before you could get mad you realized it was heeseung who was definitely too close. your face heating up, not expecting the sudden flirtatious move he made on you. trying to get out of this situation, you come up with the dumbest idea "your breath stinks" heeseung rolls his eyes at your playful remark poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, "way to ruin the mood, y/n" you flash him a sheepish smile before he walks ahead “c’mon, i was kidding. if you liked me you should’ve just said it” you joke, not seeing the flustered face in heeseungs face as he checks the book “hah, you wish”

"how am i doing so far?" heeseung asks, trying to fish for some compliments, his face resting on his hand while the other was holding the book "honestly speaking, your handwriting is pretty fucking shit, but your information is okay... i guess" you joked, earning a pout from heeseung as he went back to writing, and as much as you hated to admit it, your stomach felt as if it were doing flips back and forth. surely it wasn't because you were starting to like him….right? you knew damn well liking him would only hurt you, because for the past few weeks of spending time together you always saw new girls popping up on his phone, messaging him things you wished you never saw. heeseung swore he never responded to them, he was telling the truth. but a part of you believed that he was only saying that to make you feel better.

after heesung dropped you off, you made sure fulfil your promise of messaging him after you went home. instant butterflies in your stomach as you recall the events from today. you waited and waited for a reply, until you figured he was probably still driving. you decided to play your guitar, strumming whatever song came to mind. it was almost around 12 when a knock came from your door. you grabbed a scissor, just incase a creep was there trying to get you, and as you were reaching to open the door, heeseung appeared, nose all bloody, lips filled with cuts, face having a few scratches. your heart drops, and at the same time you panicked “heeseung? what the fuck? what happened?” not hesitating to let him in as he sat on your couch eyes never leaving you as you take out your first aid kit “me and a guy had a little disagreement” you furrow your eyebrows as you sit in front of him examining his wounds and cleaning them, earning a few hisses and grunts from him every once in a while “i know, sorry, im almost done. and seriously a disagreement?” you carefully place a kuromi bandaid on his hand “i didn’t know you played a guitar” he smiled softly, he tried to avoid the question once again. looking at you as you gently treated his wounds. god he was so in love with you “yeah, i’ve been playing since i was a kid, i remember begging my grandpa for an electric guitar.. he was the best” you smiled lightly, looking into his eyes as he moved closer, and closer, until he kissed you. frozen into place, wide eyed, he was about to pull away thinking that you didn’t feel the same but you pulled him back, smiling into the kiss as you play with his hair, earning a small giggle from him.

“y/n, i’ve been meaning to tell yo-” a phone call interrupts him as you search for your phone “give me a few seconds” you pout, heeseung definitely didn’t miss the contact name labelled “jake<3” making him wonder: was he not the only one? why would a guy, especially his best friend, call you at this late hour? especially when jake knew how much heeseung liked you, of course he was beyond mad. but he couldn’t do anything because he wanted you to be happy, and he couldn’t bear seeing you mad at him for hurting jake. he couldn’t help but feel upset, so he decided to make up an excuse saying “it’s getting pretty late, i should head home” he says lowly, missing the frown on your face, you nodded without a choice. giving him a smile as you said your goodbye, but he didn’t even say it back. and that was when you thought did i just get played? no there’s no way, i mean heeseung was so happy when we kissed….right? could it have been because jake called?

you couldn’t sleep, sending heeseung a bunch messages, some saying “message me when you’re home :)” and “ur probably tired ;( goodnight loser<3” and no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that he was okay and that he was probably tired, you couldn’t. so you ended up calling jake asking for advice but before you could talk about what was wrong he immediately told you about the party “who’s coming?” you asked hoping heeseung would come once and for all “….are you kidding me? a shit ton of people are coming y/n. it’s sunghoon’s birthday”

“right, yeah sure, i’ll come” jake does a little celebration, making you loosen up “anyways, what was the actual reason you called huh? let me guess —heeseung…. right?” you roll your eyes. you probably haven’t realized it, but jake’s poor ears have always been hearing heeseungs name —nonstop. you couldn’t stop talking about him, nagging jake about every little thing heeseung did. “i mean, he could literally be BREATHING y/n. BREATHING. and you would rant to me about how ‘he’s the most perfect man in this entire world’ like GIRL shut the hell up” he mocks your voice. and of course, it was the same case for heeseung. jake just needed a break after seeing you both so blind about each other’s feelings, of course he could tell you right at this moment that heeseung harboured feelings for you as well, but he didn’t want you to have it the easy way. and as you explain to him what happened, he came up with the most perfect plan.

as you lay on your bed you let out a deep sigh as you listen to jakes plan “i know this is gonna sound crazy, and as much as i hate you, i think we should put on an act and flirt with each other” and of course, you weren’t very fond of the idea. reason being was that what if heeseung just took the hint and ended up ignoring you for the rest of your life, and as much as you hated the plan you couldn’t think about a better one anyway “well? do you have a better plan?” jake raises his eyebrow cockily “….i hate you” you shift your position, staring into the roof, deep in your thoughts “yeah yeah whatever, i’m gonna hang up now. don’t think too much about heeseung,” he teases, a wide playful smile plastered on his face “oh shut up, goodnight jake” as soon as he responded with a hum and yelling “DONT BE LATE” he ended the call.

things better go well or jake was dead.

and so the party begins. you were dressed in a silk dress, along with heels/shoes idk u pick that perfectly matched, you stare into the mirror, feeling anxious every minute that passed, hoping heeseung would finally tell you how he felt. and as soon as jake was ready to pick you up he couldn’t help but hype you up “if heeseung wouldn’t want to make a move tonight, he better be prepared for the amount of guys hitting on you.” he chuckled, following with a genuine compliment “y/n you look great” jake gives you a manly hug, getting the car started as you both drove to the party listening to music. heeseung on the other hand was sitting on the couch, draining the alcohol down his throat “bro, chill, she definitely likes you, jake’s not like that” jay pats his shoulder, trying his best to reassure heeseung because he, too, knew about the mutual feelings you and heeseung had.

as you and jake arrive, the place was already filled with people, dancing bodies all over the place. jake dragged you through the crowd, leading you to a less crowded place. jake spotted heeseung, making him lean forward to your ear “i forgot to tell you, my friend jay is in this too, he’s just gonna introduce himself, maybe a hug and a few jokes. that guys not that funny but make sure to laugh. by the way heeseung is looking” you follow along, genuinely laughing at jake’s little snarky little comment about jay. heeseung definitely saw that. the wide smile on your face, the way jake leaned way too close towards you. jake was about to run away with the stare heeseung held on them. but jake couldn’t back down now.

heeseung wanted to walk towards you and punch jake right then and there if it weren’t for the birthday boy sunghoon. not long after, jay waves towards your direction, walking with a smile on his face “hey y/n, names jay” he opens his arms, greeting you with a hug. after a few minutes of getting to know each other he starts a new conversation. “wanna hear a joke” you smile, resting your chin on you hand “sure, jay” jake rolls his eye, not ready to hear his unfunny joke for the millionth time this month “what does a bee say to the other one” jay starts, already smiling as he thought about the joke “tell me,” you smile, looking into his eyes as he leaned on the counter “wasabi” jake rolls his eyes once more, threatening to punch jay jokingly while you bursted out laughing, holding onto jay’s arm “it was so unfunny that it was funny” you say, earning an unamused face from jay. but what heeseung saw was different, he saw his other other friend flirting with his crush, and that was enough for him. heeseung intendedly bumped into jay’s shoulder, staring at him with a burning glare as he walks by, not having any idea about the plan. heeseung grabs you by the wrist dragging you towards one of the vacant rooms in the midst of eating a cupcake “heeseung what the fuck are you doing?” you asked, trying so hard to stay in character, as you awkwardly placed the cupcake on the table. the overwhelming sensation coming back everytime you saw him. you never even realized how much you missed his face even after just a few days “don’t act dumb y/n. have you really moved on from me? just like that? with my best friend too?” he stares at you with gleaming eyes, your heart drops. you felt horrible for making him feel like he didn’t mean anything to you when in fact, it felt like he was more than everything you could want. and as much as you hated seeing him hurt, you wanted him to express everything that he was feeling “it’s not like we’re dating lee heeseung. you don’t own me” you walk towards him, faces so close you could feel each other’s breath. a strong scent of alcohol and perfume coming from him “why should you care?” you asked, tilting your head as you try and provoke him. heeseung couldn’t take it anymore “because i’m in love with you! y/n. and i hate to see you with other guys because it hurts me. it hurts me knowing that i don’t mean much to you and how easy it is for you to leave me.” heeseung takes a few steps back, tears attempting to fall “i really like you y/n. and i’ve tried so hard to change for you, ignoring all the girls who text me, i quit smoking, and i got into a fight because i wanted to protect you. i was so ready to tell you how i felt that night but i couldn’t.” you stare at him, eyes filled with adoration. heeseung was confused, seeing the smile he loved and cherished the most plastered on your face “never thought the most popular and very, very hot man in campus would have a crush on me” you let you a teasing smile as you walk towards him, letting out a small chuckle as he held onto your waist while you placed your hands on his cheeks, wiping the tears off of his face “that was one quite emotional speech lee heeseung” you both let out little giggles, he rolls his eyes, mumbling a quiet “shut up” before he kissed you, butterflies in both of your stomachs “i have a secret to tell you too” you smiled, leaning your forehead against his, hiding the cupcake behind you “and that is?” you smiled as well, heart beating faster as you wipe the frosting on his face. earning a gasp from him “i love you too, lee heeseung….i guess” you sheepishly smile at him.

heeseung bites his bottom lip, not missing the playful smile on his face as he pinned you against the wall. both your arms pinned above you with one hand as he leaned in closer “is that so?” you reply with a small ‘mhm’ as heeseung brings his head to your neck, your heart skipping a million times faster than it already was, feeling his hot breath on your collarbone “well, we gotta let everyone know you’re mine don’t we?” he asked, smiling against your skin as he sees your slight nod “then i gotta give you one too” you whine. never failing to make heeseung smile “okay baby, you can do as many as you’d like”

YALL OMFG THE BEGINNING PART WAS DELETED WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR BRO

+ update, i made a new version for the beginning part smh

#lee heeseung #enhypen #enhypen x reader fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen heeseung #heeseung #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #heeseung fluff #heeseung imagine #n1k1tty: heeseung m.list

[bokuroskitten]

your piece about oral fixation was just 🤤 so now im super curious as to what kinda of gags you think the haikyuu captains + iwa would use on their partners.

oh anon, truly I'm grateful for this one. Because as a rope bunny, I think about it constantly. I didn't do every single haikyuu captain, just ones I feel I know the best. Enjoy the filth. ❦

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〈what kind of gags would the haikyuu captains (Bokuto, Terushima, Ushijima, Oikawa, Daichi, Kuroo, Kita) + Iwa enjoy using on their partner.

⋆genre: 18+ NSFW (Minors DNI)

⋆warnings: BDSM themes (use of bondage and gags), dom/sub dynamics (daddy & master title used), oral (female receiving), spit, degradation & dumbification

Bokuto couldn’t be bothered with gags. He likes to hear you falling apart on his cock, the whimpers, the cries, the begging. It’s all music to Bokuto’s ears. Although if you do want to be gagged Bokuto just uses his thick fingers down your throat or slaps his palm across your lips. Both methods effectively render you silent and he still gets the joy of feeling your moans vibrating along his skin.

“You’re so fucking loud, Birdy. The whole neighbourhood is gonna know you’re a desperate little cock whore. Isn’t that right baby Bird?” Bokuto’s voice was nothing but a growl up against your ear, his heavy balls still slapping ruthlessly against your ass as he plunged himself faster into your tight cunt. He went in at the perfect angel this time, his cock head pressing to that sweet spot that would have you screaming. Before the sound could slip out Bokuto pushed three fingers into your mouth, grinning as he watched drool bubble between his knuckles, your cries getting muffled into his skin.

“Yeaaa, suck away baby and take what’s given to you.”

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Terushima is a horny one, typically just wants to get the job done quickly and easily, so he likes to use what’s around. This typically means he’s using his tie. He usually wears one to his job, or sometimes finds himself keeping a spare in his back pocket when you’re being extra annoying. He always ties a knot in the middle first, pressing it between your teeth before knotting the material behind your head. It’s effective enough to keep you muffled but simple enough that he can still see your lips tremble, watch drool darken the fabric and dribble down your chin.

“Careful princess, you want the boys to know I’m stuffing you full of cock?” He spoke through a wicked grin, his lips pressed to your pulse as his hands held your hips in a death grip. The subtle slap of your ass into his pelvis kept him on beat, along with the muffled cries you let out into his tie. One of his hands slithered up your bent form, making sure to squeeze one of your breasts on the way up before taking hold of your jaw. His long fingers brushed over your chin, the drool already gathering there making him pick up his pace. He pressed the knot he made in his tie further between your teeth, making you whimper a plea that had him chuckling.

“Messy fuckin thing, by the time I fill you up there’s gonna be a mess on your face and between your thighs.”

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Ushijima is a simple man with simple desires. Despite that, he actually enjoys using a gag on you because it gives him even more power over you than you already give him. He typically won’t use one unless other BDSM elements are in play (his favourite is ropes because he likes to make intricate patterns over your skin) but his favourite type to use is a deep throat gag. In every sense of the word, Ushi is big and wants to make sure your tight little throat is ready to be used when he wants it to use it. There’s a couple of different sizes he uses that he has you build up with, but each one comes with a reward when you’re able to swallow it down without gagging.

Although his face was usually calm during sessions today was an exception as he worked the length of the gag between your lips. “Baby, tap out if you need to—“ But you just furrowed your brows at him, fists tightening in determination which were currently bound above your head. It was a sign for him to keep going, so he did. He pushed the slick silicon between your lips until the hilt rested against your lips. He didn’t do up the leather strap just yet, waited to see if you’d gag or choke with such a big size being shoved down your throat. But there you were, sitting pretty with tears riming your lashes, the gag pressing snuggly down on your tongue. Ushijima hummed out, pleased with such progress as he was slow to buckle up the leather strap. He pressed kisses along your jaw, a small smile creeping its way onto his lips.

“I’m so proud of you, little one.”

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Oikawa will only use ring gags because it keeps your mouth wide open and ready to use whenever he feels he needs it. Plus it allows for him to still be able to hear you when you moan and cry for him. He also loves the mess you make with a ring gag, helpless to the drool and bubbling spit that falls from your chin. Sometimes as a form of punishment he’ll leave you between his thighs, arms bound and a ring gag held snuggly between your lips. He’ll stroke his cock lazily while watching tv, only grabbing a fist full of your hair to shove that sloppy mouth of yours onto his cock when he feels the need.

The whines you let out are ignored completely by Oikawa, a little huff leaving his lips as his eyes slowly slip from the screen down to between his legs. There you sat, eyes wide and mascara streak marks down your cheeks. Your body was already trembling, sitting on your hunches for whenever Oikawa decided to take hold of your hair once more. He could see the way your tongue tried to pick up some of the drool that fell from the ring, only making matters worse as a new little stream of spit fell off your chin to continue to dampen your tank top. Oikawa just couldn’t help himself, and in one swift motion, his hips were pressing his cock back between the ring, burying deep within your throat that had it constricting. He hissed softly before a small flutter of laughter escaped him.

“Fuck, at least this fucking throat is good for something. Maybe I should keep this ring on all the time so you’ll always be ready for my dick? You like the sound of that baby?” He was only met by muffled whines and gags as he bobbed your head along this length.

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Daichi hates when you talk back to him, it makes him so tense because all he does is treat you like his perfect little princess. So when you do get mouthy he has no problem getting you worked up whenever you are. He’ll tease, whisper into your ear about how naughty your being, grab handfuls of your ass until you make a mess of your panties. He’ll then shove the filthy material between your lips. Not only will get to humiliate you then, but he’ll also get to punish you properly without having to hear a single peep from you.

“You think good little girls talk back to their daddy’s like you do? No. They listen, and they behave. Since you wanna use such a filthy mouth I’ll keep it filthy for you.” Your previous cries were brought down to muffles as Daichi forced your damp panties between your lips. Balled up and soaked from your precious arousal you can’t even help but let your eyes flutter, the taste of your own desire making your cheeks burn bright pink. Daichi has to scoff, fingers pressing into your cheeks as giving your jaw a little shake. “Taste that? That’s your filthy little cum stains. Imagine staining your own panties from a few promises of punishment?” His cock was heavy as he quickly freed it from his boxers, making you Yelp softly as it slapped down against your already soaked slit. He rubbed it along you a few moments, pressing into your cheeks harder to keep your panties in place.

“Maybe if I just fuck you stupid, you’ll stop talking altogether?”

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Kuroo likes to keep with the classics, and there’s nothing more classic than a ball gag. He started off with wiffleball first, wanting you to feel nothing but comfortable before he moved on to solid silicon, balls that would leave your jaw aching after sessions. He loved the way you looked, sitting on your knees for him on the bed with a bright red ball gag wedged in your mouth, already covered in spit. He would the type to put on you whenever you felt like it just so he could coo about how pretty you looked. He also took many many pictures of your mouth stuffed, keeping a secret folder just for it.

“Stay still kitten,” Kuroo mumbled close to your ear, pressing a couple playful kisses to your lobe as he secured the black leather behind your head. He slipped two fingers into the band, making sure it was loose enough to pull off if needed but tighten to hold. Once he was pleased he pulled away, the most satisfying groan leaving his lips as yours were stretched around the bright red. “Perfect, my perfect fucking kitten...” he spoke, his thumb pressing along the ball as you blinked up at him with wide, needy eyes. Your hands stay still on your lap exactly where he instructed them, a little whine coming out muffled only when Kuroo pulled away from you fully. He rose a brow at that, the flash of disappointment in his gaze enough to have you resting back down on your hunches.

“Ah, I said stay still, Kitty. I’ll play with you soon I promise. But Daddy needs a few pictures of his beautiful baby before we can get started. So keep sitting pretty for me.”

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Kita only uses any form of BDSM with you because you’re interested in it. When you brought it up to him he was very much unaware but did as much research as possible. He decides to start off with a bite gag because, unlike ball gags, it allows for more relaxation of the jaw, as well as causes less mess in terms of drool. Plus he’s always enjoyed watching you bite down on the sheets when you're feeling a lot of pleasure, so the bite gag allows for him to watch your teeth sink on so perfectly into the rubber.

Kita’s thrusts slowed almost too much for you, your pussy desperately fluttering around his length to bring back that friction. You wanted to beg him to keep going, pick the pace back up but all you could do was let out muffled cries, press your teeth further into the bite forced between your lips. Kita watched it all, the way your face twisted up with need, the way your back arched, the way your hips jutted forwards in hopes to feel more of him. He just let out a soft little groan, planting a firm palm on your hip to keep you in place as he continued his slow, dragged out thrusts into your throbbing cunt.

“Just a little longer like this, kay Darlin? I love seeing you bite into that gag, we’re gonna have to use it more often.”

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Iwaizumi was used to using his hand, slapping it over your lips when he found you were getting too loud. But he never knew what to do with all your squirming. Cuffs were too simple and ropes just weren’t his vibe, but when he discovered bondage tape it was a whole other ball game. Not only was it perfect because it only stuck to itself, resulting in safer play, but it was very much effective in shutting you up when he needed you quiet. His favourite part is watching you flinch when he rips a piece away from the roll, the way you shiver in anticipation as he hovers the piece over your lips. It only when you're about to whine at him that he presses it against your lips, a grin curling on his lips.

“Fuck Princess, you’re tighter than usual? Excited?” Iwaizumi murmured, his grin growing as he watched your eyes roll up in pleasure. He brought a large palm up to your cheek, bringing your blurry vision back to his own. His thrusts slowed, allowing his thick cock to drag along that throbbing spot within you. That had your back arching, muffled little pleas melting into the tape that was held firm over your lips. Iwaizumi sighed softly, his thumb rubbing over the tape to feel out the outline of your pretty lips. The action had you nuzzling into his palm, another string of muffled nonsense trying to escape the tape and failing miserably.

“I know you’re begging me to move faster under here... but remember princess, Master makes the rules. So let’s keep you quiet and I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow.”

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[suesylvesterf]

What was going to an all girls school like, if you don't mind me asking? :)

OK anon im so sorry this is so long and so convuluted I actually got so carried away jdbKJBGKSDBGH. i'm not even sure i properly answered your question i just got overwhelmed with Love for my same-sex schooling DHGKJSDFBHG anyway, if there's anything more you want to know lmk and I will try to be concise next time 💀

Essentially, my own experience at a single-sex secondary school was fantastic—however, I know my experience isn’t universal, especially since my school was a little bit different to most, I think.

That being said, I still think that sending your daughters to female-only secondary schools is something every parent should strive to do if they can. No other learning environment will ever be as good for girls as a same-sex school.

In terms of school staff, mine was about 95% female, and 5% male. The few male teachers we had were genuinely competent men and decent teachers, they were also watched like hawks. Our principal was female, all leadership positions in the school (such as House Leaders, Year Level Co-Ordinators, Department Heads, even the chaplain) were held by women. Our school psychologists, our nurses, our library technicians, our café ladies, our career advisors, our tutors—all were women. Our school houses (think like Harry Potter houses) were named after important women in our country’s history.

I went to a co-ed primary school. And whilst at twelve you might not have the words to describe it, graduating from a co-ed space, into an all-female space is really a giant weight off of your shoulders. You don’t realise how suffocating co-education is until you’re no longer having to bear it. It feels so much more natural, so much more free! You are welcomed as you are. You can be loud and unashamed of it. We joked frequently with each other and our teachers, laughed loudly and cared not whether our laughs were ‘ugly’. I found that teachers were far more supportive than they were in my co-ed school. For example, in a co-ed school I had been told frequently to ‘pipe down’ or to ‘reel it in’ from teachers, and more vexingly to ‘shut up’ from boys due to my boisterous personality. In high school? My teachers encouraged me to audition for the play because I had ‘great projection’. In every school programme (more on those later) that I was involved in, I was the one asked to give speeches about them at assembly. I was asked to be the lead of our house chants during our sports festivals. I was asked to join the debate team because of my passionate nature, which in primary school, had me known as ‘difficult’.

Likewise, I had a friend who was by nature quiet, and loved to draw. In primary school she’d doodled on the back of a work booklet, and when her teacher returned it, she’d taken off two points and had written a comment saying something about teachers in high school not accepting work that was drawn on.

Do you know what happened when she got to high school? Our English teacher had seen the eye she’d drawn on the back of our Romeo and Juliet test and had written, ‘beautiful!’ above it. The next test, she drew a two-headed cat with witches’ hats on both heads (I remember the left head was called Turpentine and the right head was called Esmeralda). Our teacher wrote, ‘wonderful!’ above it, with a smiley face.

The next day she got an email from our art teacher that had a PDF flyer of information on both in-school and local art competitions.

Anyway, she had questions and that teacher answered every single one of them. She also personally helped her select the works she wanted to submit. She ended up having two pieces shown in the school gallery, along forty pieces made by other girls. About five years later for our final year, on that art teacher’s recommendation (and tutelage!) she took all of the visual art subjects on offer. When she graduated, her final piece was shown at a public exhibition in our state’s capital city, that honoured the best pieces done by select graduating students in the state.

So yeah. Our teachers were pretty amazing. Of course, there was the odd teacher or two you would butt heads with but that’s just a universal school experience. Our humanities classes, like history, for example, often had a unit that would focus on the female experience of a certain time period. For example, when learning about WW2, we did projects on female resistance fighters et cetera.

We had health classes that were actually focused on female health. We learnt about female anatomy (even the clitoris! Though we were all about thirteen/fourteen at this time so we found it incredibly awkward to talk about), as well as symptoms of PCOS during our menstrual unit. We learnt about contraceptive methods and devices (however, as a Catholic school they did have to tell us that whilst these methods are available, the church-sanctioned method is of course, abstinence).

Whilst the majority of the girls shaved their legs and wore makeup, as someone who did neither of those things I rarely felt judgement about it (albeit, I think there was a little for my lack of makeup, but this only lasted the first two years). A good portion of our staff also did not wear makeup, I don’t recall this ever being commented on. And, by the time we’d reached about our third year, a good portion of my year level and the ones above did not wear makeup on a daily basis. Leg hair was not looked down upon by any of us I don’t think by this year either. In fact, if you were particularly hairy often your hairless friends asked to rub your legs!

We were never short of female role-models, our staff made sure of that. We had multiple days per year when guest speakers would come and talk to us, mostly these were women who were experts in their fields—whether that be neuroscience or computer science, linguistics and literature or mathematics, politics, et cetera. The only times we really had male guest speakers was when police officers (one male one female) came to give us an assembly about sexual peer-pressure and laws around sharing nudes that was basically, “these are common (male) manipulation tactics used to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do, don’t fall for them”.

We were encouraged to take STEM subjects, and those of us that had taken interest in computer programming were sent to coding programmes in the city during school hours! That’s how keen our teachers were to get more women into the field! This was the same with the girls interested in politics, who got to go to Model UN events, as well as mock parliaments in the country’s capitol.

We had a lot of programmes generally. A few overseas ones for girls who were in LOTE (languages other than English) classes. A few interstate ones, too. And of course, local programmes and excursions. Most of them (aside from the LOTE ones which focused on immersion) were volunteer programmes aimed at helping women and girls. The rest were about furthering our own skills or learning new ones. Majority of these were year-level based, but a few depended on the clubs/groups/classes you were in. For example, I was part of the Writer’s Club, and we took an excursion to the state Writer’s Festival and listened to female writers as well as feminist panels. We also had self-defence programmes every year.

In terms of peers I generally found everyone to be quite amiable by the time we’d reached our third/fourth year. There’s a common myth about all girls schools being filled with ‘catty’ girls who are constantly bitching about one another, but I really did not find that to ring true. There were a few fights and arguments in the earlier years, I was part of quite a lot lol but that’s honestly… just something that happens at school, at any school. Largely, we were good to each other. If someone was crying there was always someone who’d ask her what was wrong. If you missed the notes on the slide, there was always a girl willing to share her notes with you.

I think going to an all-girl’s school, and not having that much interaction with the opposite sex generally for that six-year period truly does something, I think, to your psyche. We are socialised to look down on our fellow woman, socialised to look down upon ourselves. But actually being constantly surrounded by women, and almost ONLY women, really helps to undo that. Even now I could not describe the fierce love I have for all those women and girls I came in contact with during my time there—even the ones I bickered with. Each and every single woman I met there enriched my life in some way or another. I think that is the effect of consistently spending time in any female-only space: developing a true appreciation for women. It is the only reasonable conclusion to come to.

I have been out of high school for two years, and in university for one. Among the many men I have met since, none of them have even been able to hold a candle to the any women and girls I know.

Anyway. TLDR: it slapped, send your daughters to same-sex schools!!

#this is so long sorry #long post #radfem safe #separatism #radfem

[hanazuma-inactive]

Hello! This is kind of a long request and well- Hopefully you’re fine with doing temporary Body Swap. :>

So basically Bakugou and his Male S/O are pro heroes and when out on a mission, they both get hit by a villain who has a swap quirk. Basically, they just swapped bodies. (Y/n is in Bakugou’s body and Bakugou is in Y/n’s body, they basically just switched minds.) They are told by the other pro heroes that the two should go home and take the day off. Unfortunately, nobody knows how long the quirk effect will stay, but they were convinced it was only temporary. So the two go back to their shared apartment and the day goes on pretty normal- besides the fact that, you know, they’ve swapped bodies. Though later Y/n gets a bit of an idea. What if he were to f*ck Bakugou in this body? The thought seemed kinda strange at first since he would literally be f*cking his own body, but he couldn’t deny that the thought was turning him on. Especially wanting to see Bakugou’s reaction. So, he basically handcuffs Bakugou to prevent him from struggling and.. while in the middle of doing it, something happens.. Shit! Why did it have to happen now?? Y/n panics in his head as he realizes they just swapped bodies again, and he is now at the mercy of Bakugou Katsuki himself..

I actually sent a request kinda similar to this to someone else but it was a while ago and they haven’t responded so they may not have liked it, or it just didn’t arrive. And sorry for choosing Bakugou again, you just may be able to figure out who my favorite character is.. Sorry for my rambling.

If you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine. Anyways, have a good day/night, man!

in his shoes (nsfw) bakugou x reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: body swapping during sex, bottom and top reader+bakugou, selfcest (?), degrading, bratty behavior, claimming and possesive themes, bondage (handcuffs)

a/n: i really like this concept and i will write it don't worry 😎👍 i usually write all of my requests anyways. im also sorry this took literally 5 years.

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katsuki bakugou and y/n bakugou. the two of you have been married for 2 years now after you guys started working as heroes. you both went to UA and graduated at the top of the class. neither of you had time for love or romance resulting in neither of you confessing you feelings for each other. gladly, things managed to work out in the end.

"he's on it again, i need the bakugous here right now."

hearing the police force requesting your assistance, you and your husband show up on the case. it turned out to be the villain that the two of you couldn't capture the last time during patrol. 

"HEH?! look y/n, it's this motherfucker again. what's up with this loser, coming back every time it's annoying." 

"play nice now katsuki, let's just go and restrain him and let the police take care of the rest."

the two of you move quickly to match the villain's rapid movements. katsuki flew around using his quirk to attempt to catch him but failed. the villain was surprisingly agile and you guys had a tough time trying to chase him down. 

after around half an hour of chasing you finally cornered the villain on top of a tall building in the middle of the city that was still in construction. the ground was hard to walk on and somewhat unstable but you managed to find your balance. 

"alright, give it up, you've got nowhere to run now. 

"what he said, stop resisting and i won't blow your face off."

the villain's expression turned to fear as you started to close up on him. out of panic, he used his quirk. it was a small beam that didn't hurt at all. however, after a few seconds your body started to heat up, you looked over to katsuki and you could tell he was feeling the same. what was happening?

seeing the two of you struggling, the villain quickly left the scene but he had trouble moving around due to his surroundings. his movements were also somewhat impaired due to fatigue. it was most likely the aftereffect of his quirk which was why he was pretty reluctant in using it. 

the strange feeling in your chest wouldn't go away and your vision started to blur. next thing you know you woke up on top of the same building to see yourself lying next to you. was his quirk duplication? no it couldn't have been. you tried to stand up but felt the weight of some heavy armor dragging you down. you look down to see yourself wearing katsuki's hero costume and his gauntlet. still in awe, you heard a groan in your own voice next to you. 

"shit… wtf happened, y/n where are you where-" 

it didn't take long for your husband to find out what happened. 

the two of you have switched bodies.

you both tried to explain to the police who's who but it only ended in confusion. you went home with your husband after they put the two of you on break for "damaged mental" from the villain because the majority of the police thought you guys were crazy. 

there weren't any cases similar to body switching between heros before so the doctor said there's nothing that can be done other than attempting to wait off the effect. so there you were, in your husband's body, cooking dinner for the man while you saw your own body lazily sitting on the couch with your legs spread open watching the tv. 

life went as normal for the next two days, since you two were both males there weren't any problems whatsoever. however, one day a thought flew into your mind while taking a nap with katsuki. since he was the one who would usually top, now that you're in his body wouldn't it technically mean you get to top? 

physically you would be using your boyfriend's body to fuck yourself. but the thought of the all mighty bakugou katsuki taking his own dick, his bratty attitude, and lastly breaking him and making him fall apart by your touch aroused you in an indescribable way. you knew katsuki wouldn't agree to this due to his prideful personality so you had to take other measures to carry out your plan. 

you and kastuki had all sorts of toys laying around and you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine with them. while he wasn't looking you grabbed the vibrator, handcuffs, and blindfolds and put them all on the nightstand. now that everything is in place, all you have to do is wait to catch katsuki off guard tonight when he gets tired.

later tonight, after finishing dinner, katsuki was yet again sitting casually again on the couch watching tv, not giving a single care to the world. 

"heyy katsuki!"

"hm? yah?" 

"come with me for a second? i want to show you something!" you said with a sly grin on your face

katsuki didn't care enough to talk back, neither did he think this could lead to the ill intentions you had with him tonight. following you into the bedroom, you gestured katsuki to sit down on the bed. he obeyed although he began to have a suspicion of what you're about to do. using your new body, you abused katsuki's strong muscle and speed to restrain your own body with the handcuffs you prepare. there was no way for katuski to fight back in this situation because your body was simply not built enough to resist his. 

"h-huh? what are you doing dumbass…if you're joking s-stop it now, it's not funny." 

"oh i am very serious katsuki, now that i'm inside your body. i am going to fuck your brains out. i'm gonna thrust that bratty attitude of yours right out the window." 

hearing you say that, your husband looked away to avert his eyes while you heard a small gulp coming from his throat. you could tell he was nervous and that's exactly what you wanted. katsuki has never bottomed in his life before and he does plan on doing so either. 

finally having katsuki in your grasp, you decided to carry on with your plan. you put on the blindfold for him as he jolted in surprise. katsuki tried to get out of the handcuffs but later found his attempt futile. these were the toys he used for you too and he out of everyone should know it's impossible to get out of them. once your husband stopped moving you gentlt took off his pants, leaving him exposed wearing only your boxers with an erection under it.

"aww katsuki~ already hard and i haven't even done anything yet, maybe you're better off being the bottom hm?" you teased 

"s-shut up you shit head, just get on with it, whatever evil plan you have in store for tonight…"

"no need to rush katsuki" you said as you entered his asshole with 2 of your fingers, loosening him up for the vibrator. 

"we have the entire night."

you heard your own voice whimper as you explored more with your fingers. soon enough it was time to put the other toy in. your fingers left for a bit preparing the vibrator, leaving bakugou panting from the pleasure and clenching his hole around well, nothing. you turned on the vibrator and katsuki immediately noticed the familiar sound of what's in your hands. 

"o-oi y/n, don't put it in here, i-i won't be able to take it." 

"oh i'm sure you can~ you made me do it plenty of times, why can't the big and strong bakugou katsuki do it?"

without mercy, you put in the vibrator quickly and let the show play out. katsuki was moaning and groaning while you stroked your own cock enjoying the view. katuski's cock was bigger than yours and you weren't used to jacking off such a big dick but it was a nice first.

seeing a wet spot forming on katsuki's underwear, you knew he was ready to go. you took off katsuki's underwear to see the precum leaking from it, so much it looked like he was about to cum any second now. next, you took out the vibrator and started to spread some lube on your cock. you positioned yourself on top of the katsuki and teased his pink hole with your huge cock. 

"what do good boys say katsuki~?" 

"tch! i'm not saying it, y-you sadistic fuck."

you slapped katsuki's ass so loud that the neighbors probably could've heard you.

"i'm the one in control right now, you listen to what i say, understood?"

"f-fine, jesus christ! p-please y/n, put it inside me…" 

"that's a good boy…" 

after you fit ¾ of your cock in katsuki was already panting heavily trying to catch his breath. it reached his prostate you leaned down on his chest to bite on his nipples to make him feel even better. his hole clenched on your hole so tight you were barely able to move your cock around. you continued to make thrusts and sped them up each time. 

during your thrusts you suddenly felt the weird feeling when fighting the villain again. both you and bakugou's body started to burn up but it wasn't as painful as it was last time. next thing you know everything was pitch black. you felt a piece of black cloth on top of your eyes and a familiar size inside your ass. it didn't take you long to realize that you and bakugou finally switched back. 

you were glad to be back in your own body but why did it have to happen now?! out of all the times it could've happened this was no doubt the worst possible timing. you just teased the crap out of bakugou and now that he's in control again he can take his revenge right here, right now.

"oh? would you look at that…our bodies switched back…" you couldn't see katsuki say this but you could already tell the evil smile on his face. 

"k-katsuki i'm sorry, i didn't mean to tease you that hard i was just trying to have some fun y-y'know." you desperately tried to explain. 

"too late now baby boy… bad boys get punished for what they did. now… get ready, for the night of your fucking life." 

regret, nothing but regret. bakugou was already an aggressive person when it comes to sex, now that you pissed him off even more you weren't prepared for what he was about to do to you. 

without warning, katsuki pulled back his hips and thrusted into you harder than ever. you took his entire length right away and the full feeling in your ass was too overwhelming for you to handle. you started to blabber nonsense, unable to form words due to the pleasure. 

"c'mon baby… gotta speak up if you want me to understand you." bakugou said knowing damn well you can't talk back. 

incoherent moans and groans escaped from your mouth as you felt dry orgasms again and again from katsuki reaching your prostate. you were on the verge of passing out till you saw your husband's panting just as hard as you. you could tell he was very close as well. you tried your best to stay conscious and cum with your husbands. 

katsuki let out a loud moan as he cummed inside you. you reached your orgasm too cumming all over yourself. katsuki licked up the cum on your stomach as you slipped into sweet unconsciousness. he gave you a warm smile and patted your head as he took you into his arms and fell asleep with you. 

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OPM Manga Update 207 Review

Yes, I'm using update numbers rather than chapter numbers -- it's too tedious to keep track of them.

Story

First, a little bit of meta. Everything you need to know about Garou's monsterisation is told in a single panel: the sight of the heroes pushing off in the life boats overlaid with his concerned thoughts about them, noting that they have their hands too full helping the injured to fight. (1)

No monster would fail to take advantage of the situation: to not attack would be about as sensible as a hungry wolf not falling upon a fat lamb with four broken legs.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves.

The story itself begins right where it left off, with Mumen and his crew catching up to Sekingar and co [I hope the Tank Toppers left with the choppers ferrying out the civilians]. Lightning Max asks what happened to the two colossal monsters that appeared, then suddenly got split in two and Sekingar debriefs them as best he can. As if to underscore his words, the night sky goes pitch black and a thunderous sound can be heard from within. Yet another preternatural phenomenon is occurring.

We cut to its source: Garou and Saitama having an airborne tussle. More accurately, Garou is trying to hit Saitama, who lazily dodges it all. Eventually, Saitama sticks a fist of his own out, which Garou dodges. He then uses Saitama's outstretched arm as leverage to kick the latter down to earth and follows through with an attempt to split Saitama in two... it doesn't go well. Fortunately, Garou has an instant healing factor now. Even more fortunately, Saitama isn't taking being attacked personally yet, as he's not done talking to Garou. But he does get annoyed that Garou doesn't seem to be listening and smacks him to send Garou ploughing a furrow clean through to where the downed chopper lies.

As Garou struggles to his feet, Sekingar recognises Garou as the mysterious person who helped fight the centipede (damn, you do one lousy good deed and people start treating you different). It's no mystery to Tareo: Uncle is back! He runs towards Garou, but some odd transformation seems to be overtaking him and the boy rears back with fear. Understandably, Lightning Max and Snek take no chances, swooping in and hauling Tareo away, with Max interposing himself between boy and monster. They hasten onto the life rafts and push off, leaving Garou alone to ponder his new form.

Tareo, however, has other ideas. He jumps overboard and swims back to shore. With trepidation, he approaches the now-hulking form of Garou, who notices him and asks one question that dispels Tareo's fears 'oh, you're alive?' It *is* uncle! And it makes for a bittersweet reunion.

It's so sweet, with Tareo both relieved and grateful that his hero is all right and right before him. (2)

And it's painful as Tareo begs Garou to stop pretending to be a monster. He hates the way Garou gives heroes the wrong impression about him and hates that he hurts them. (3) Garou too, starts getting emotional. He sees a lot of himself in Tareo, misunderstood, picked on, and ignored by those who should notice. It's why he's glommed onto the idea of being a monster, an outcast. I guess in a way, it feels like his efforts to show that the outcasts can be somebody too are being rejected by the very person he'd most have expected to understand.

And then Saitama appears, picking up where Tareo left off. Garou is making the old man cry, says Saitama, what with his having hunted so many heroes, busted dojos and now making children cry. In fact, as far as Saitama's concerned, Garou is acting out like a tantruming child himself.

Naturally, Garou can't take this lying down. As Tareo pleads with him not to fight, Garou tells Tareo to get out of the way, but importantly, he makes no move to actually push the boy away. He doesn't have to as Saitama comes right up to Garou and taunts him into hitting him. He gives Saitama a great big slap which does...

... absolutely nothing.

Saitama reassures the shocked Tareo that there's nothing for the boy to worry about; he won't be getting hurt. Then he sends Garou flying with a slap of his own before asking Tareo an incredibly important question:

"You want me to stop him, right? Not kill him?"

For a moment, Tareo is shocked. Then with determination, he nods vigorously.

And with that, the fight is truly on.

Meta: I do believe this is an intervention

The bravest little boy on the planet

Tareo! The sweetest little boy has become the bravest little boy. That he's been Garou's anchor to humanity, the voice in the dark that prevents the monster within from swallowing him whole, we've long been aware of. I am so pleased to see how much Tareo in turn has grown from meeting Garou. He's been through hell, poor kid, but in all of it, he's done whatever he can do for himself, and he's learned not to let his fear get in front of caring about others. What a strong boy.

This brave boy giving Saitama permission to stop Garou for his friend's own good did things to me. That's not easy to do. The power of someone who sees the good in you and knows that you can do better is an awesome thing.

Dr Saitama is in the house

We've long praised Saitama's reading of people and his ability to leave people in a better place than where they were when he found them. The last page of Saitama telling Tareo to leave Garou to him has the air of him accepting an assignment.

If he wanted to, Saitama could easily knock Garou out and that would teach him nothing. The only way to reach Garou is to first show him that there is no way forward on the path that he's on and then show him an alternative. It's going to look ugly, as Garou will have to throw everything he's got at Saitama... and he's got a lot. A lot of rage, confusion, resentment, sense of injustice, pride, fear, abandonment, betrayal, all packaged up with that extreme tenacity and stubbornness that has served him well until now. In goading Garou the way he is, Saitama is really making sure that Garou doesn't hold anything back.

It's not going to be pretty, but any pity I'm tempted to have for the beat down Garou will be getting is more than tempered by acknowledging the harm Garou was doing to himself and to others and knowing that he's going to be a much better person for it. And he deserves that -- both the punishment (4) and the opportunity to live as the good person he is at heart.

This is is going to be Saitama's most interesting case yet.

Asides

(1) Stories featuring someone criticising heroes are a dime a dozen nowadays. I really appreciate OPM showing us repeatedly that the pro-heroes are really heroic. Flawed and human? Totally, but when the chips are down, the consistency with which they put themselves out to help others is nothing short of admirable. The fact that they are the real deal makes for a much more interesting story, the nuances of which will have to wait for another day.

(2) In calling Garou the greatest hero, Tareo cuts to the heart of just why heroes are so beloved and looked up to in OPM. When you strip all the extras away, a hero is someone who is there for you in your time of need, particularly if they had no reason to care about your predicament. At their best, heroes show one how to be a bit better as a person. Garou qualifies splendidly in these aspects as Tareo's hero.

(3) Out of the mouths of babes, indeed. It's not on the heroes Garou is attacking to understand his true motives. No more than homeowners are at fault for thinking 'thief' rather than 'guy kindly showing us the laxity of our security system by breaking into our house and helping himself to our stuff for our own good'. That Tareo's plea got to Garou is yet another hint that his stated desire to be the ultimate evil doesn't really sit well with his soul.

(4) I know there's people who can't tell the difference between punishment and torture. Torture is making someone suffer for its own sake. No learning. Punishment is an integral part of our behavioral choices, being an intolerable consequence of our actions that results in us making different choices in the future. It doesn't have to be drastic -- hating how running late feels and so working out how to leave sufficient time to make an appointment is an example of us modifying our behaviour to avoid a situation we find intolerable.* Saitama isn't out to make Garou suffer, but he is about to be the intolerable consequence of Garou's actions.

*for the record, I personally hate running early for most things. It winds me up to have to wait around.

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