#for the sake of emotional continuity i probably should have played it all in one sitting but uh

[letarasstuff]

Female Rage

(A/N): Initially, I wanted to end this one on a hopeful note. But fighting the war of equality and equity can be pretty hopeless. I tried to be as inclusive as possible, but it's came out in a very binary way. I'm sorry for that and I'm readyto change anything.

Summary: Spencer learns from his daughter how much the patriarchy really sucks.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: the utter feeling of hopelessness in today's patriarchy, unwanted advances, some men suck

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“Hey, what’s with you today?” Spencer asks after hearing his daughter slamming the front door shut.

Her stomping feet bring her towards the living room, where he sits on the couch with a book in his hands, deciding whether or not he’ll include it in his next class. Looking up from the written words, he instantly spots all the emotion running over (Y/N)’s face.

Now, being a father to a 16 year old teenager wasn’t always easy and especially since puberty started it’s becoming increasingly difficult to decipher his child, but Spencer knows right away what kind of emotional cocktail is playing here: Anger, hurt, a pinch of shock and layered under all of this is a certain type of fear. Which one is up to (Y/N) telling him.

“What’s with me today?” She asks him in an incredulous tone. “With me? What about you? Or your entire gender. No, seriously. How can you men go around, trumpeting how you are the stronger, the smarter, the better, the most superior gender? And mean that? Even going as far as to believe that bullshit”

(Y/N) stops, taking in a deep breath. Her father looks at her with waiting eyes, thinking that she now will calmly explain to him what her whole tirade is about. But it seems that this was just the prologue. Because she continues with even more vigour in her voice than she started with.

“For real, what makes you even think that? Stronger than a person, who was assigned female at birth? Just because you are able to build muscles faster than we? Or lose weight faster than us? You know what I call that? An evolutionary problem, because while I got emergency fat to feed off in the case of, I don’t know, an apocalypse, you will freeze to death.

“Our bodies are, for the most part, able to grow an entire functioning human being. We literally take a breakfast bar and build fingers with that energy.

“And for the smarter part? No, absolutely not. So many findings in history have been stolen from women by men, who greedily put their name on it and call it a day of science. Without women, cars probably would still drive around with windshield wipers. Mary Anderson has been laughed at for that idea, despite being one of the first women to hold a patent. And as soon as it expired, suddenly wipers were installed in all cars. Out of nowhere, it stopped being a dumb idea? Just because you weren’t able to attribute it to a woman?!

“But what more to expect from a gender that made protective gear for their testicles in hockey mandatory a hundred years before doing the same thing with a helmet. Who would have thought that brain cells need protection, too? A woman definitely.

I don’t wanna say one gender is better than the other or that there should be a particular fight between any gender at all, but men make it out like that. Damn it, they make women compete with each other to garner their attention. All those “pick me” girls you make fun of? They are the product of internalised misogyny.

“The baseline is wanting to be different from the “typical girl”, right? Well, what is a typical girl, who defined her and why is it so bad to be typical. Who do I want to be different for? Who is mad that I’m dressing up, putting makeup on or having good friendships with other girls?

“Men apparently, because they don’t want a different girl. They don’t want a well dressed, put together woman for the sake of love or so. They want someone easy. Nothing complicated, not someone, who asks them if these pants do look better with that shirt or this blouse. They don’t want to be confronted with problems. That’s why they made up a narrative of how a woman is supposed to be, solely for their own interest.

“And this whole thing eradicates the beautiful experiences you can have as a woman. I don’t talk about these silly and partly belittling things like girl dinner or girl maths. I’m talking about hyping each other up. Bathrooms in a club are fun, because there are a bunch of strangers, talking another stranger up to shoot their shot. Or down from texting their ex. There is unity.

“So where do men get their audacity?!”

Ending her whole rant with this question, (Y/N) stands in front of her father, seething and looking like she is about to overthrow the patriarchy with her own two hands. Right here, right now.

Meanwhile Spencer has started to shrink into the sofa and looks as physically small as possible.

“Uhm, the audacity for what, Sweetheart?” He asks hesitantly, scared for her reaction, but also knowing that this is something his daughter needs to get out of her system.

“TO WALK UP TO ME AND TRYING TO GET SOMETHING ON WITH ME WHILE HE CLEARLY HAS BEEN TRYING TO DESTROY MY WHOLE PRESENTATION! TO FLIRT WITH A MINOR WHILE HE CLEAR AS DAY IS IN HIS MID TO LATE TWENTIES!”

(Y/N) falls down on the sofa face first, next to her father. He rubs her arm up and down in a soothing manner, trying to take the fall after her burst of warranted female rage.

“I apologise. I know, there is nothing I can do against all of what you just said. I also know, like you, that we are talking about a structural problem. It’s nothing that can be solved by a few words. It sucks, knowing that your right to vote is younger than the patent on the first motorised vehicle. It’s not right that you always have to stick up for your rights, while mine will never be threatened.

“Nothing about all of this is fair. That I have to raise you in a way to remind you that any man out there could hurt you. It’s not fair that you have to go tell other men making advances at you about an imaginary boyfriend, because they rather believe in the legitimation of a fake male than your no. That you have to say no more than once, just because someone wants to “make sure you really mean it”.

“I can’t do anything right now that will satisfy you.

“But I can promise you that I will always listen to you. Listen to what makes you mad about this system. I will listen to other people, telling me how the patriarchy failed them. I promise to uplift the women in my life, give credit where it’s due and try to be the best feminist I can be.

But you need to promise me to tell me how I can support you the best in a world that wants to diminish your opinion, your rights and you. Can we do that?”

A short moment of silence gives Spencer the opportunity to think about instances, where he had to endure how (Y/N) being born female made her life more difficult. May it be boys pulling your hair on the playground and the teacher saying that they show love in this abusive way. May it be being called emotional or being told to stop being dramatic while talking about her problems. May it be in simply enjoying stereotypical girly things and being called basic because of that.

“Yes, I promise, I’ll keep you in check. And if you start rambling about how men are superior, I’ll ship you off to the worst retirement home I can find,” (Y/N) says, voice a bit muffled by the couch pillows.

The family continues sitting in silence, the feeling of deep and utter unfairness seeping into their bones.

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Frauds and Festivities

Summary: You and your boyfriend have been drifting away for the past couple of weeks. It's god-awful timing though, as the planned holiday trip with your friend creeps around the corner. After deciding to stick it out through the holidays, you manage to get on each other's nerves more than ever before, but you must find a way to keep up the act. Pairing: Jongho x afab!Reader Genre: angst, smut, one-shot, collab Tropes: established relationship, break-up fic, forced proximity/only one bed, loveless lust, lovers to FWBs, falling out of love Word Count: 5.3K Contains: cursing, alcohol, some discussion of difficult emotions, pet names (babe, baby, sir, good girl), teasing, (very slight) predator/prey dynamic, switch!Jongho, switch!reader, thigh riding, praise, marking, biting, hair pulling, choking, rough sex, unprotected sex, clit play, breast/nipple play, overstimulation, creampie, begging, handjob, blowjob A/N: Welcome to Our second submission to the 16 Days of Smutmas! Please be sure to check out all the other works in the masterlist, as it's such an amazing collection of writers <3 (also this one isn’t as thoroughly edited as usual, so apologies for any mistakes!)

"I can't keep doing this!" Pushing back your chair, you scream.

You break the awkward silence at dinner, finally sick of acting like you and your boyfriend have been perfectly fine these past few weeks. How can you be in a relationship if the time between you is in a tense silence for more than half the time? Not to mention the fact that you fight whenever you do speak, sometimes over the most minimal things.

As your boyfriend continues eating and ignoring you, you continue, "How can you act like everything is fine? This isn't normal! We actually used enjoy each other's presence, you know?! Say something, for fuck's sake!"

Jongho slowly looks up at you. He finishes chewing before calmly speaking, "There's no way we can break up yet. We both put money towards the trip next week, and it's non-refundable. Unless you pay me for my portion, I'm still going. And I doubt you'll waste your money by dropping out either."

"Shit." You plop back into your chair as you realize his point.

You can't ruin the mood of the trip by breaking up, not when everyone is going with their respective partners. And he's right, you're both too stubborn to lose money by dropping out or paying the other to stay home.

"How are we going to do this then?"

With a shrug, Jongho replies, "I'm always well composed, and it can't be that hard to act like we still love each other. We loved each other for over two years now, so we know how it should work. As long as you stay composed when the others are around, we should be fine."

Fuming at his insistence that you're solely at fault, you bite back, "Then don't push buttons. I'm fine as long as you don't tick me off. Let's not meet up again until the day we leave for the trip, so we have some peace and quiet before it."

Agreeing with your plan, Jongho returns to finishing his dinner in silence. You clean up your plate and head to your room, asking your boyfriend to clean up his plate and see himself out whenever he finishes eating. You sit on the edge of your bed, silently reading your webcomics and listening to the sounds of dishes clinking in the kitchen sink. As you hear your front door close, you let out a sigh and throw yourself back against the plush bedding.

"We just have to pretend to still love each other." You say it in a way that reeks of desperation, as if trying to convince yourself that it won't be too hard.

In reality, you probably fell out of love with Jongho last month. Nothing happened to cause it - nothing you can pinpoint, at least - but you both felt it so clearly. There's no way of even knowing who lost feelings first; it happened around the same time. People always preach that there's no such thing as a mutual breakup, but this has to be the closest thing to it, right? Granted, you aren't exactly broken up yet, so it can't count when things might change.

Your week passes far too quickly. The calm, quiet week places you in such a good mood, but you remember that you'll be acting for the next four days, so you have to pack and mentally prepare yourself for the journey. To make things more believable, Jongho suggests driving up to the lodge together. Although you'd rather not, putting on a convincing act from the start takes precedence over your feelings.

When he pulls up to your house, he doesn't bother getting out to greet you. With a honk, you know he's arrived. He pops the trunk from the inside, letting you load your luggage yourself. As you climb into the passenger's seat, the radio greets you with some of his favorite tunes. Thankfully, you still enjoy the same music, otherwise you'd be annoyed before having to start your act. The drive up into the mountains takes a couple of hours, and you ignore each other the whole time, both desperately trying to extend the peace from the week.

As Jongho pulls into the parking lot, he finally speaks to you, "Are we ready? How deep are we playing it?"

"Won't it be better for everyone if we keep it simple? Maybe a couple pet name calls and minimal PDA when it's expected? That way, they won't be too shocked when we break up after this, since the love was fading even on the trip."

"That sounds good to me. I'd rather not do more than I have to, so that works."

He gets out of the car, and the act begins. Despite still having to walk over to the cabin, he helps unload all the bags. You follow his lead by playfully leaning into him as you thank him for his help. He locks the car, and you walk together to the cabin where your friends await. You don't even reach the entrance before hearing your best friend excitedly call out to you.

"Y/N! Jongho!" She flings the door open and rushes over to you, grabbing hold of one of the bags in your hands, "Here, lemme help with that."

You can already recognize the effects of alcohol on her - her cheeks flushed, her breath tainted, and her energy spiked to its peak. However, she keeps her balance well, and she isn't slurring her words, so you guess that she's only had a couple of drinks so far.

As you enter the holiday home, everyone else greets you and your boyfriend from their positions in the room. After greeting everyone and some basic small talk about the drive, Jongho dismisses you both to set your luggage in your bedroom. When he asks which room to go to, the whole group answers with a few seconds of silence.

"About that..." Mingi begins as he nervously scratches the back of his head and avoids Jongho's gaze.

"We better have rooms. This was booked so long ago; there's no way it was fucked up."

"Don't worry, there's a room for you. It's just that this cabin only three bedrooms in the main house. You guys were the last to get here, so the only room left is in the guest house outside."

Before Jongho erupts, San comments, "It's a full unit, so it's better in some ways! Personal little kitchen, personal bathroom, and all the privacy you could ask for! All you have to do is take a short walk outside - it's not even a full minute walk, so it shouldn't be too bad."

To everyone's surprise, Jongho simply shrugs before grabbing his bags and heading through the house to the back door. You follow a few steps behind, trying to catch up. As you reach the guest home, you find it nicer than you expected. San was right; this might just be better.

He unpacks a few items before heading back to the party, leaving you alone in the guest house.

"So much for being a couple, I guess." You retort while putting your bags on the opposite side of the bed.

Although there's only one bed, it's big enough that it shouldn't bug you to share with him. You only take a little bit of time in the room before meeting with the group again. Before saying a word to anybody, you pour yourself a drink, mixing a fun alcoholic drink to ease your stress about the situation. You drink some of it before joining the crowd and put on a smile as you reach them, listening in to the active conversation without adding much input. As much as you enjoy the time with your friends, the stress of keeping up your facade keeps itching at the back of your mind.

As the first night passes with drunken talk and playing catch up with everyone's lives, you and Jongho don't have much to do with each other. The groups split into the girls and the boys naturally, and only a couple of quickly fleeting conversations even mention the two of you. Thanks to the alcohol, the topics change on a dime, and you end the night by retiring to the guest house without any issues.

As the door shuts behind you, you mumble, "Only three more days. It can't be that bad."

"Don't hate me too bad; there's still only the one bed."

Jumping from the shock of hearing Jongho's voice, you walk towards the bedroom to continue the conversation, "You say that as if we have to keep up the act in here. Just choose a side and stay on it. I'll do the same."

"Awe, we aren't keeping up the act? How boring." His voice is riddled with sarcasm, and he sits down on one side of the bed with a distinct lack of care.

You roll your eyes as you dig through your suitcase for a set of pajamas. You announce that you're going to shower before bed and walk into the bathroom. While you shower, you let your mind wander back through your memories with him. They were mostly good, and it makes your heart sting. You try to figure out when everything shifted or why you fell out of love with each other, and you end up staying in the shower longer than planned because of it.

When you walk back into the bedroom, the atmosphere has completely changed. The disgust and anger shifted, and you're now greeted by somberness. As you sit on the bed, Jongho breaks the silence and admits to thinking of similar things.

"Why'd we stop loving each other? What happened?"

"You were reliving the past, too, huh?"

Turning to look at each other, your eyes meet a reddened pair staring sadly back at you. He had been crying while you were in the shower. With another pang in your chest, you also feel the pain welling up in your throat.

"We weren't bad to each other. Why did we have to fall out of love? That's some sick and twisted joke by fate." The strain in his chest appears through the cracks in his voice and the overall angry tone.

"It's too bad we can't change it. We don't know how it happened, but I don't think we can just love each other again. We stopped being good to each other because of it, so we kept falling further apart."

"Yeah, you're right. It just... sucks."

The air remains thick until you both fall asleep, and neither of you even hints at the conversation as morning arrives. You walk into the main house together, linking hands as you enter the door and see the other couples clinging to one another. With some of them, they don't even try to hide what the alcohol and bed-sharing resulted in, their after-sex glow far too clear in your eyes. Jongho must notice too, as his grip on your hand tenses when the others get lovey-dovey in front of him.

"How was your night, guys?" One of the bubbly girls jumps in front of you to ask, prodding you with a suggestive tone painting her words, "Did you sleep well together? Enjoy the shared bed?"

Putting on a happier tone than you expected, Jongho responds, "The bed was super soft! Especially with the alcohol in my system, I fell asleep super fast. I think Y/N was the same way. Right, babe?"

After you smile and nod, she understands that you guys didn't take part in the same events behind closed doors. She lowers her energy a bit in a belated attempt to hide the glow, "Oh, that sounds great! I'm glad you got lots of sleep. It'll help with the events today - they can be draining, for sure."

"Oh right, we're hitting the slopes today. I nearly forgot!" You exclaim, "When are we heading over?"

"Mingi and Daisy are making everyone breakfast, so we'll head over a bit after we eat, if you guys are okay with that."

You both confirm, and she goes to check how much longer the food will take, leaving you and Jongho momentarily alone in the living room. Sitting down together on the couch, you stop holding hands. Jongho rubs his palm on his pants to remove the sweat before placing it on your thigh to keep up the act.

You type up a quick note on your phone, joking about how he's doing more than you expected and must still love you. You lean into him as you show him, but he scoffs at it, rolling his eyes and muttering that you're ridiculous under his breath in case anyone walks in.

"Alright, lovebirds, come eat! Food's ready!" Daisy announces as she and her boyfriend carry the plates of freshly cooked food to the dining table. As everyone gathers there, they begin showering the couple with compliments about how good the food looks and smells. The breakfast is calmer than expected as everyone focuses on eating, and everyone quickly breaks off into their rooms after finishing up to prepare for the trip to the lift.

For a group of your size, you need two trips to get up to the lift via the snowmobiles provided. You and Jongho get paired with Yeosang and Krys for the second trip, so the ride isn't too bad. Your best friend jokes about how the lift is a cute spot for a proposal since it'll just be the couple, but Yeosang asks who she thinks is planning to get engaged. Krys pouts about his reaction, obviously hoping for a proposal on this trip.

"Come on, Yeosang. You guys have been together forever now. You still aren't getting married yet?" You poke at him to help your friend.

"You act like you and Jongho haven't been together nearly the same time as us. Three years isn't that long, and you're only a few months behind us. Are you planning for an engagement yet?"

You can feel Jongho's frustration at you for commenting as if he'd known it would backfire. As his grip on your hand tightens through the gloves, he silently threatens you to say something fitting.

"No, we aren't even living together though. You've gone through two years of living together. You're years ahead of us, in that respect."

Unable to come up with a comeback, Yeosang sits in silence for the rest of the rife. Krys smiles and quietly thanks you for jumping in.

As you reach the destination, you see Mingi and Daisy jump onto the ever-moving ski lift, decked out in their gear. Neither you nor Jongho are big skiers, so you rent out snowboards instead. Yeosang jokes that you should've gotten a couple's sled instead, but you both ignore him as you put on the gear. Krys pushes her boyfriend to the lift as they finish, waving goodbye to you.

"See you both later! Have fun!"

Left alone with Jongho again, you take your time as you get ready but still finish before him. Looking over, you notice his hands shaking.

"You okay, Jongho? You're shaking."

"You're really riding the edge, aren't you? Did you even think before jumping into their little spat?"

Shocked that he's still upset about it, you scoff, "No way you're so upset about that to be shaking. I even made up for my mistake pretty well."

"Yeah, through a stroke of good luck. But why put yourself into the position in the first place? Come on, Y/N, think a little!"

At this point, you're pretty close together, yelling into each other's faces. Mingi skis past, stopping himself and turning back to the two of you to ask why you aren't heading up already. Thinking quickly, Jongho grabs your collar and pulls you in for a kiss as if he didn't hear his friend. As Daisy joins, she coos about how cute Jongho is, asking her boyfriend why he isn't that sweet in public. As they begin flirting, Jongho drags you to the lift to escape, hoping to avoid any more questions from them. As much as you'd like to slap him for the sudden kiss, you hold yourself back.

"Sorry. I didn't know what else to do." Jongho confesses after half of the lift ride passes.

"Don't worry. I know you're only keeping up the act."

As you hop off the lift at the top of the mountain, you let Jongho begin his descent first. Your mind clouds due to the kiss. It brings back good memories, filling your lips with a bittersweet taste. Shaking your thoughts away, you begin heading down the trail, weaving between trees and choosing a path that'll give you more adrenaline. You have to stop hard at the end and nearly fall over, but you stabilize yourself enough to only wobble.

"Jongho, go help your adventurous girlfriend! She nearly fell!"

"It's her fault for doing that path!" He screams back as he walks up to you with his hand outstretched for you.

You hold onto his arm to balance yourself as you dismount the board. You lean down to pick up the board, but Jongho pulls you upright. He then leans over to pick it up himself, carrying the board under one arm as he keeps you on his other.

The day continues in a similar fashion until all of the activity makes everyone hungry. After a short debate over eating at the ski lodge or heading back to the cabin, everyone files into the lodge, quickly unwrapping layers of clothing in the warm, cozy quarters. You enjoy good food and conversation before braving the freezing weather again to travel back to the cabin. Once back, everyone heads directly to their rooms, beat after the energy spent throughout the past several hours.

You follow Jongho into the backyard with thoughts of the kiss coming back into mind. Alone with him, you can't get rid of them, so you decide to talk about it instead.

"Jongho, what happened when you kissed me earlier? You tensed up shortly after; was something bugging you about it?"

After a short silence, he admits, "The spark is still there. It drove me mad to feel that again after so long."

"Well, we aren't broken up quite yet. We can live out the spark one last time if you want."

Meeting his gaze, you find a boy you haven't seen in a while - one with a look of joy to hear words falling from your lips, and one with excitement of the idea of having you one last time.

"You want to?"

"I wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't something I was open to, Jongho. You know me at least that well."

Rather than responding, Jongho presses his lips against yours once again. The step forward makes you instinctively step back, hitting the wall in the process. He places one hand against the wall by your head and slides the other around your waist. As you lean back into the wall, he leans into you, pressing his body firmly against yours. Draping your arms over his shoulders, you feel all of the tenseness from earlier wash away thanks to the kiss. As his cock hardens, trying to push out of his pants, he growls at the lack of space.

He pulls away momentarily to undo his pants, but he commands you onto the bed with a simple nod in the right direction. You sit on the edge of the bed and look up at him with innocent eyes as he approaches. When he finally kicks off his pants and stands in front of you, he grabs you by the chin and smirks down at you.

"Oh, are you being good today?"

"I'm always good, sir."

"Of course, baby, how could I forget?"

He leans down and places a quick peck on your lips before straightening again. You watch as he deliberates with himself over what he wants to do to you. You see the moment he decides as his eyes darken and his smirk twists up ever-so-slightly.

"What do you want right now, baby?"

"You, sir. All of you."

"Then lie down. Let's get started. It's going to be a long night if you want all of me."

You scoot back and follow his instructions without a fight. He climbs onto the bed, hovering over you with hunger in his eyes. Slowly, he leans in and kisses your neck, paying attention to everything he does. You already know he wants to drive you insane, and you also know that there's nothing you can do to prevent that outcome. As he continues his slow, drawn-out worship of your exposed skin, you close your eyes and embrace the sensations. You focus so much that you almost miss his words as he whispers his next command into your ear.

"Take it off. All of it."

He moves to the side, eyeing you like prey as you remove your shirt and then slide off your pants. He swallows back saliva as you unhook your bra and let your breasts fall freely. In striking contrast to his recent looks of hatred, the craving look of a predator makes your heart race and adrenaline pump. You feel on cloud nine as you slide your panties down your legs and hear him grunt out at his view. Even if the love is long gone, the lust definitely remains.

He lets you sit there on display all pretty for him for what feels like forever, but you know better than to beg for his touch, even if the cold air perks your nipples and sends shivers up your body. When he finally stops staring at you, he sits against the headboard and taps his thigh. You quickly sit on his thigh with your hands on his shoulders. Guiding your chin to him, he envelopes you in a deep kiss. You don't even notice his hands slowly dropping down to your waist until he grips tightly. His lips fall to your neck and then your chest while his hands guide you to rub yourself along his thigh.

When he feels his thigh get wet from your actions, he smirks and flexes, earning a yelp from you. He pushes your hips down into him more, making you experience even more of the friction against him. He continues to casually cover your upper body in kisses and hickets as if he isn't pushing you dangerously close to the edge on his thigh.

"Jongho~"

"Shh... I know, baby. You're close, I know. Don't be all whiny about it."

He removes his hands and tells you to lie down on your stomach. You hug one of the pillows to your face, excited but terrified to know what he'll do next. When you feel his hands explore your back, the tingles make you tense up.

"What's wrong, Y/N? Scared?" There's a sinister tone to his words as if he hopes that you're afraid.

He begins massaging the tenseness out of your back, kissing in between to give his hands short breaks. Suddenly, you feel him lift your crotch, and his thick cock grazes your inner thigh slightly. You don't know when he stripped out of the rest of his clothing, but you feel his naked chest as he leans in to kiss your shoulder and whisper into your ear.

"Now, be a good girl and take it all for me, okay?"

You nod into the pillow, but he doesn't pay attention. Instead, he's busy lining himself up properly. Slowly, he pushes inside, keeping a slow but steady pace until he bottoms out. You bite the pillow as his girth stretches you out. After not indulging for over a month, the pain burns through you more than usual, but Jongho lets his lust drive him. He trusts that you'll use the established safewords if you need him to stop or slow down, so he immediately begins fucking you.

This lust-driven sex feels much more carnal, nothing like the sex you had when you loved each other. Fueled by the mutual desire of one final hurrah, you enjoy the rough grabbing and hard thrusts.

"Fuck. You're so good."

He slides one hand up your back, knotting it into the hair at your nape. He uses it to pull you up against him. With your back against his chest, he lets go of your hair and snakes his hand around to the front of you. Holding onto your neck, he aggressively thrusts up into you. As he steadies his control, he brings his other hand around to your front. After a bit of blind searching, his thumb finds its place on your clit.

With the added pressure to your clit, you tap on the hand around your neck, signaling that you need to breathe freely. He moves that hand down to your boobs, grabbing one tightly and using his long fingers to rub your nipple. Being stimulated in so many places, you begin to lose yourself, muttering out nonsense in your moans.

"That's it, Y/N. You're taking it so well. Just a little bit more, baby. You're almost there. I can feel it."

Sure enough, you feel your climax approaching. Without letting up on anything, he bites down on your shoulder. The unexpected sensation sends you straight into your orgasm. You shake as it overtakes you, and you feel his moans vibrate against your collarbone as your walls tighten around him. His thrusting becomes rushes, with short, quick thrusts to bring him over the edge as well. Bodies flush against each other, you feel him fill you up as he finishes.

He removes his mouth from your shoulder first, with a curse under his breath over the wonderful feeling. After, he slowly pulls out of you and guides you to lie down next to each other in bed. For a while, the only sounds in the room are your combined panting, but Jongho breaks the silence with a lighthearted jest.

"A spark of lust... What a fun thing, that is."

"Y'know what? I think it might be easier to pretend to love you after that."

After he cracks up at your statement, he throws himself under the blankets, exclaiming, "We'll see. Just don't get on my nerves. Good night, Y/N."

Surprisingly, you both cruise through the day. You're able to joke, hold hands, and even kiss without feeling any way about it. San jokes that it took an extra day for you guys to adjust to the room, but he points out how clear it is that you've broken in the bed. Jongho begins walking towards him without comment, scaring the louder boy away quickly. But even that interaction was all in good fun. When you turn in for the night, you can't help but smile at the fun day. As Jongho joins in, you comment jokingly.

"Maybe San's right. It was obvious we did much better today. We can't let ourselves get sexually frustrated, or it'll make the mission harder."

"I know you're not asking for more after complaining about being sore this morning."

"I'm just saying. No need to get fussy about it, Jongho. Or maybe... Are you already getting sexually frustrated again?" You look at him with a devious smile, but he doesn't respond, so you continue, "Do you need me to help you again? Oh, poor baby!"

Quietly, he asks, "Are you gonna help, or are you just gonna be mean?"

"Oh, my poor baby. Lay down. I'll help you."

You slyly hook your thumbs onto his waistband as you guide him onto the bed. When he scoots back, his pants and underwear slide off with ease. Although he's slightly embarrassed by the sudden nakedness, he doesn't comment. Instead, he silently lets you pull the clothing fully off him before climbing onto the bed to hover over him.

"You're right, though. If I take you again, I'm not sure if I'll be able to get up tomorrow. I guess I'll have to figure out some other way to help."

"Y/N, please, just touch me. Please, no more teasing."

"Oh, poor baby. You're that needy, Jongho? Needy enough to beg for me to touch you?"

Softly you place your hand on the tip of his dick, keeping your eyes on his face the whole time. You revel in his reactions as you rub your palm over his tip with the leaking precum acting as a bit of lube. When you progress down to stroke his dick, you watch his eyes roll back into his head, encouraging you without even realizing it. While he's momentarily blinded by the pleasure, you lean in and take his tip into your mouth. Purely reactionary, Jongho thrusts his hips up into you, but you've had enough experience to predict it and hold him down. However, you notice just how needy he is by his whiny moans, so you decide to give him a quick release - just like he wants.

Quickly bobbing your head and moving your hand in unison, you do everything exactly how you know he likes it best. You ignore the whiny mess spewing from his lips and focus hard on your task, trying to bring him to orgasm in record time. Feeling the usual signs that he's close, you gain a sense of satisfaction in knowing you can still mess him up this quickly and easily. You focus on keeping the pace the same despite it being a bit faster than usual. When he pushes your head down and finishes down your throat, you emerge proud of yourself.

"Did that help?"

Already half asleep after the wave of pleasure, he only slightly nods before passing out. You laugh at the exhausted man before doing your nightly routine and joining him in sleep.

Waking up on the dawn of the final day, you feel a weird sensation overtake you. Grief? Not quite, but something similar, for sure. As you realize that today marks the last day of the trip and your relationship, that sad feeling washes over you from the moment you wake up. Even though you've known the day was coming, it still feels strange to let go, especially after you were able to tolerate each other over the past couple of days. When you join your friends, they're all hugging and crying, claiming that they don't want to return to their regular day-to-day lives. You find it funny to watch, as they take frequent vacations anyway. You and Jongho awkwardly stand there, holding hands and watching the sobbing cuddle huddle.

Before they can pull you in, Jongho claims that he wants to beat traffic, so you two will be heading home first. This quickly pulls everyone apart to say their goodbyes, and you head out to the car within ten minutes. Once there, that overwhelming feeling envelopes the air between you. Neither of you brings up the elephant in the room until you nearly reach your house.

"So, is this officially where we call it?" You ask as he turns down your street.

"I guess it has to be, right? Without the love, there wouldn't be much of a relationship."

"Yeah... We'd make better friends with benefits at this point."

After a short silence, he parks the car in front of your home and turns to you, "Should we?"

"I'd be down for it, honestly."

"Then let's do that. We're no longer in a relationship, but we can still reach out for hook ups."

"Deal."

#cultofdionysusnet #wonderlandnet #16 days of smutmas 2023 #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #choi jongho smut #ateez jongho #jongho imagines #jongho scenarios #jongho smut

[riley-kore]

Loved your Lewis fic, thank you for writing it. the flow, the angst was perfect and the ending 😨 is it a standalone fic or will we know if y/n will leave or stay with him for the baby’s sake 😭

Hi Guys!

Really wasn’t expecting such a good feedback back but since you guys asked here is part two. Thank you so much for your support. Continue to like and follow.

If you haven’t already seen part 1 head over to my profile to check it out!

<3

You were just planning to take a drive. Ending up at the airport was not in the plan. Buying a ticket to London definitely wasn’t. Hopping on a plane definitely wasn’t. Neither was standing on his father’s doorstep hours later with just your handbag and tear’s running down your face.

“ Jesus Christ Y/N “ Anthony said when he open the door.

“ I’m sorry I didn’t mean to turn up unannounced I didn’t no what else to do” You said.

He walked you inside and allow you to have a shower and something to eat. You both sat in his kitchen.

“ You should call Lewis, he has been going crazy trying to find you. You just left the house, not answering calls or text, then you show up in London looking like you’ve been ran over. What is going on?” Anthony asked.

“ I’m pregnant and Lewis is cheating and I don’t know if I should stay with him or leave”You say.

“Before we even unpack that call him let him know you are ok I’ll give you a minute” he said then walked away.

You looked at your phone like it was an alien. You weren’t a coward but your anxiety was killing you.

Lew💜

His contact stared at you. You took a deep breath and clicked it. It rang twice before he picked up.

“ Thank God Y/N are you ok? Where are you? I’ll come get you baby I was so worried” He rushed.

“ I’m ok. I just needed some space” You said

“ Y/N no one has heard from you in almost a day. You just disappeared. If this was about the other night baby I’m sorry but this was childish behavior” he said

“ Who is she?” I asked.

“Who is who?” He asked.

“ Don’t play dumb Lewis the girl from the hot tub on the trip you didn’t even tell me you were going on! The one you probably spent your birthday with while I was sitting at home waiting on you!” I said

“Baby please” he said

“ You know for the first couple of days I honestly thought I could fix it whatever I did. I really thought it was me” you cried “ I thought maybe I could just play it off and be a good partner. Just tell me what I’m doing wrong please?”

“Baby I swear whatever happened between me and her was nothing. Just tell me where you are and I’ll come get you” he said.

“I’m at your dad’s house” You said

“You’re in London?” He asked.

Lewis was frantic. After not hearing from you for almost an entire day after you left for the gym in the morning he was certain that something had happened to you. It had been three days since his birthday and he was already dealing with the guilt of knowing he cheated and then missing his birthday dinner with you. After finally hearing from you, he quickly got on a plane to come to you. He love you with all his heart and he could lose you because of a slip in judgment. Pulling up to his dad’s house he was nervous could the last couple of years be wiped away because of his mistakes.

You talked and he listened. And he talked and you listened. But you never mentioned the baby; emotions were running too high to add that to the equation. You both turned in for the night but either you didn’t sleep. Which led you to this exact moment both of you in Anthony’s kitchen having a late night cup of tea.

The silence was deafening and it just tumbled out of your mouth.

“ I’m pregnant”

He froze.

“ What?”

“ I’m pregnant” you repeated dreading the answer to come.

“I’m going to be a father” he asked looking at you with tears in his eyes.

You took a deep breath knowing that your next words might hurt him.

“ Maybe”

“ What do you maybe? Is the baby not mine?” He asked.

“ Don’t you fucking dare accuse me of something like that. I said maybe because I don’t want to put my little girl through what I’ve been these last few days and I’m not sure if I should stick around to find out.” You said as the tears started coming once more.

“ Little girl?” He asked.

“Yes”

“ I’ll give you time to decide if you want to stay I won’t force you. And if you decide to leave it will break me but I’ll understand. But I’m begging you don’t take my child away. Please I’m begging you” he said taking your hands in his.

“ I’m heading home tomorrow please just give me a few days to think about everything and make a decision. Lewis even if I decide to stay I will never fully trust you again. I told you when we started dating that cheating was no go for me after everything that happened with Nate and you promised. Now I have really consider if it’s worth staying” you answered.

You got up and headed back to your room to finally get some rest. As you laid there, hand on your barely noticeable bump, uncertain of what the future holds two things were certain you had your child’s future in your hands and the man you loved heart in the next.

#f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 x you #f1edit

[haggishlyhagging]

[Vera Brittain’s] rage and fury, and bitterness, although controlled, make their presence felt in every paragraph, as she argues that every facet of society has been arranged by men to provide their sex with the maximum advantages so that they can then compare themselves to women and find themselves superior. Vera Brittain argues that men demand that women make their resources available to others, that men help themselves liberally to such resources, and then blame women because they have so few left for themselves. Brittain saw time, and will, and intelligence as part of those resources men had taken from women.

Because, as with so many of the ideas women wish to put forward, there are so few established concepts and words available to name them (another by-product of what is not experienced by men does not exist), Brittain makes use of analogy to map out what it is that she means, and begins with the illustration of Charlotte Brontë who at one stage had determined to use her resources for herself, to run her own life, and write, but whose plan for independence crumbled in the face of the demands of her family. Duty, modesty, gentleness, womanliness all decreed that she should abandon her plans for autonomy and stay 'at home to care for a sick father, a drunken brother, a sister whose proud independence of soul approached very nearly to something which at the present day we should probably describe as obstinate stupidity. She sacrificed herself,' says Brittain; and for what?

‘For, in the end, her years of uneasy martyrdom at Haworth could save neither her father from sorrow, her brother from sin, nor herself and her sisters from premature death. One wonders whether a calm and resolute refusal to remain in the dark house on the edge of the churchyard for the sake of an invalid might not have had the effect of removing both her family and herself to a healthier sphere, and thus saving the lives of them all. But,’ adds Brittain, ‘in the days of Charlotte Brontë not resolution but submission was the whole duty of woman’ (ibid., p. 217). Brittain did not think much had changed since the days of Brontë; I do not think much has changed since the days of Brittain.

To me this represents a fundamental dilemma, as it did to Brittain: it is because it has suited men to have women's emotional, psychological, intellectual resources available to them (and their children) that they have allocated a nurturing role to women. Our nurturance is not ‘biological’, not an inherent ‘deficiency’, as Margaret Mead (1950) and many more demonstrated with cross-cultural studies which show women in semi-non-nurturing roles. But despite the fact that we have had no choice in the matter, that nurturance has been assigned to us, we have become skilled at it and have come to appreciate its value. We want to assert that it is in the interest of society for all its members (not just half) to be nurturant, for we believe this to be a more sensible and productive basis for organising the world. But we find ourselves in the position of being the nurturing sex in an exploitative society; our nurturance is taken and used by men. We must confront the problem of how to make ourselves nurturantly unavailable for exploitation - and oppression - without repudiating nurturing itself.

Annie Cornbleet (1982) has suggested that it is our very nurturance as mothers, wives, teachers, nurses, social workers, secretaries, etc., that allows the exploitative society to continue functioning, and that by making our emotional energy and our time available to these ends we are colluding, helping to maintain patriarchy (and leaving ourselves little time and energy to construct our own alternative). But any suggestions that we should stop playing our nurturing role - that Charlotte Brontë should have left her family and gone off to London, that Vera Brittain should have left her husband and her children (periodically) to pursue her own work, that women should choose to be 'child-free' (Robyn Rowland, forthcoming) - are often accompanied by accusations of 'selfishness' and condemnation as ‘hard’ (and I speculate on the origins of this label and its significance), with such women sometimes being dismissed as ‘behaving just like a man.’ We construct an immense burden of guilt for women who elect to make their emotional resources unavailable. Because men are not required to conform to the expectations of nurturing it is a guilt which they do not experience when they do not conform to its demands.

-Dale Spender, Women of Ideas and What Men Have Done to Them

#dale spender #Vera brittain #charlotte bronte #female nurturance #emotional labor

[araneitela]

I'm a mess (I know most are asleep and I should be too, but shh). Sometimes when I browse Youtube (and talking to Jace about Kafka as a whole, goodness, the walls that I type about this woman), I realize just how much I focus on the... how to classify this, the intricacies of reactions that are vehemently human, and that entire aspect of Kafka that was more so (/especially) presented since and in her SQ, though one I'll also say to have been inherently present before that. It's not that I neglect her violence, not at all, if anything I try to explain this element of her as to firmly tie them in together, though finding the words to do this is quite difficult, as this post will make clear, honestly. I'm a mess, this is a mess, it's a problem. Any way, this is probably why Mihoyo makes such intense use of music to convey so much for her. Cue me putting on her trailer music, and I'm literally making all of the little oddly precise head movements to each bow of the violin in it. Love her.

God, it's just, there are in my opinion, from a normal human's perspective, 'two sides' to the coin that is Kafka, except despite their intense contrasts, they work together to fit into a perfect mold of 'one'. And a good glance into this is their pull of your attention to the music that they composed (and perfectly edited, my god) for her trailer(s), Vivaldi's Winter in her main one but the very important part to note, is that it also includes compositions of Spring (? I now also feel like I recognize a snippet of Summer a glimpse of Autumn) alongside it, which is representative of something wildly differently; and then Lacrimosa in the Jepella Rebellion trailer. God, god. Yes, it's always inherently tied to mourning and grief, and one can argue that it's entirely because of the destruction outside that is happening in due part due to her (and the others; but it's worthy to note that the SH don't destroy for the sake of destroying; it all has purpose, always), but Lacrimosa can also be evident as a reaction from Kafka internally. And I say this, because if memory serves correctly in terms of my weak knowledge but stronger research, it's used within the Requiem Mass, in which it follows a 'divine judgment' movement, and Lacrimosa plays in emotional response to it, a composition displaying sorrow and grief as people seek redemption. So the question now comes— as much as Kafka 'plays with her food' so to say, could you also tie the 'mock trial' in with a response of 'divine judgement' of her own in reaction to, well, divine judgment that was executed prior? Am I making sense? In essence, what exactly is all of this in response to? Could she have been wronged by these judges? Or judgement by default, or does she simply not believe in such judgement? I also still firmly stand on my hill that Kafka has suffered an immense loss before, so could this play into that as well? Does she hold judgment within the palm of her hand because there is grief in her? The layers, guys, the layers. I'm losing my mind.

And then also, slightly unrelated: I see comments like this (and as someone who sadly never go to continue my piano playing), and I thrive, because it tells me that they aimed for this accuracy for her in specific. The violin, guys, one of the instruments if not the primary one that depicts human vulnerability in sound and play. The accuracy tells me even more that it's way too likely that she actively plays the violin. Which means, which means, that I get to thrive even more in terms of layers.. Oh, happy day.

Point of this entire post? I don't know, consider it the ramblings of a mad woman. There's no such thing as a simple conclusion for Kafka. There is simply... Kafka. A woman who is Destiny's Slave, but also inherently holds and practices her own sense of control in some ways. A woman who knows an ease in violence that we see her partake in by choice (this is so important), and with an element of emotional disengagement (one must, no? Or?) I usher my gratitude for bringing me back here. I'm thriving and will thrive on all 3 accounts.

Post-script: Okay but also:

"The old me? I used to be a Devil Hunter. (...) When people don't feel fear they are dominated by desire and pleasure — they become "devils."

But why are you not one of them? How did you hunt them, instead? /rattles bars of cage.

#[ meta. ] the mara's tether is firmly in her grasp. she will not pull upon it before the designated time; nor shall she relinquish it. #[ i am in /love/ with this woman. IN LOVE with this woman. am i the only one? surely not. ] #[ i just. there is so much to dissect. i need more of her. i need so much more of her. SO MUCH MORE of her. ]

[romanarose]

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside Part 2

Steven Grant X Fem!OC

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Fic Summary: Steven meets Sam and they strike up a quick relationship, both kindhearted and loving, they fall fast. But both have a lot going on. Steven had Marc and Moon Knight, and Sam has mental health problems of her own. Slowly, Steven starts to put together pieces of her story as Sam starts to get to know Marc and Jake.

Chapter Summary: Short chapter, Sam and Steven go on their first date <3

Chapter 1 : Chapter 3

Steven Grant X OC, Marc Spector X OC

WARNINGS: Smut, fluff, angst, talk of self-harm, scars, depression, suicide, family issues, abuse, stalking, sexual assault (past and an attempt latter in the fic, not by the Moon Boys of course), canon typical violence. The OC has a lot of *eMoTiOnAl DaMaGe* so like it's heavy. But also, fluffy. Things will get smutty in a few chapters.

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Marc is a bro, we stan a hype man

My AO3 is Romana_rose, my wattpad is Romana7Rose, so if you'd like to follow there, you can! I have one Han Solo/reader smut one shot, a Moon knight song fic, an ongoing Han Solo fic that is gonna be like 40 chapters, and now this

Can you catch the Schitts Creek reference in this chapter?

Call her, or I’m taking the body and calling her myself 

 Marc was chastising Steven through the mirror in the living room “Stop! I’m going to, I just don’t want to be weird. It’s weird to call the next day isn’t it?” Maybe normally, but you already told her about me and moon knight and she didn’t run away so I think we are a little past normal 

“What if I freak her out?” Steven, trust me. She won’t be freaked out. I think she’s really into you.

 “Okay. Okay. I’ll call her”

Steven about had a panic attack listening to the phone ring, the suspense was killing Marc. He was preparing to pick up the pieces.

“Hello?”

“Oh hello, it’s me, uh, it’s Steven”

“Steven with a V! This is a nice surprise!”

Steven and Marc both relaxed “Just Sam! Hi!”

“And I was just wondering if I had to get into another fight to get your attention or if I should just ask you on a date”

Steven panicked, the conversation took a turn he hadn’t rehearsed “Oh, well, I was rather hoping that I could take you on a date…”

Marc swore he heard Sam giggle. Ask what she’s doing tonight But it’s a monday. Just do it “What are you doing tonight?”

“I volunteer with Big Brother Big Sister and tonight is my day with my little sister, but I’m free tomorrow?.”

I can hear her smiling She volunteers? Christ, she’s not going to want to date me, she has no free time as it is just ask her “Would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow? If you have homework or plans, it’s no big deal-”

“Steven I would love to! I’ll get all my homework done when the kids nap, perks of working at a play school. I’m off at 5, would you be able to come by around 6? I’m sorry if that's too early, I usually go to bed pretty early, if it’s too early maybe we can-”

“6 is perfect, are you sure tomorrow is okay? If you have to be up early, oh god and I kept you awake so late last night” Oh jesus christ, both of you.

“Okay, okay, maybe the Masala Zone? It has good reviews and people say it has lots of vegan options”

“Were you… were looking up vegan restaurants?”

“Uh… yeah, sorry is that weird? That was probably presumptuous of me huh.”

Oh for fucks sake shut up

“No no! I think it's very sweet, actually. Well, I’ll see you at six tomorrow?”

“See you at six, Steven”

The date went, as Steven told his fish later, swimmingly. Steven was head over heals and it seemed Sam felt the same. Normally, Steven would doubt everything he said and over think all her body language, but she seemed just as nervous as him. And she beamed at him, that’s what calmed Stevens fears. She never looked away from him other than nervously looking down at her food when she blushed, but her eyes didn’t wander. She even listened intently when he went on a long tangent about Egypt. It was a long, long tangent. But she continued to look at him like he was the most important person in the world. She even asked questions that showed she had been paying attention. 

When he walked her home, Marc was yelling at him to kiss her, but he couldn’t bring himself to make the first move. He would simply die if he tried to kiss her and she moved away. Or worse, she didn’t want to be kissed and he still kissed her. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for that. They got to her doorstep.

Steven took her hand in his and stepped closer “You look really, really beautiful tonight. I mean that.”

Sam dodged her eyes to the floor and smiled from one side of her mouth “Thank you. I think you look amazing.” She met his eyes again “You are very, very handsome” 

Now it was Stevens turn to blush. Kiss her, you idiot

Sam took another step closer and put a hand on his face. With a nervous smile, she moved closer and Steven wrapped a hand around her waist; He pulled her  close as they closed the gap. It was perfect, she was perfect. At first, he was worried that he would smudge her lipstick, but as she deepened the kiss he did too. Feeling bold (in no small part thanks to Marc’s goding), he pressed his tongue through her mouth that she opened to him, and pressed her against the wall of the building. 

Sam put a hand on his chest and Marc mentally thanked Marc for keeping them in shape, despite Steven never so much as running. Very, very, carefully, Steven moved a hand to the small of her back, there he kept it, not wanting to push her. He attempted to put every bit of this moment into his long term memory, he never wanted to forget the taste of her mouth or the feeling of her nails gently scraping along the hairline of his scalp. She gently tugged on his curls, and he inadvertently pulled her closer to him, wanting badly to be closer, free from the multiple layers of clothes required for the winter. He wanted to strip off every garment and tear into her, to feel her nails down his back like they were on his scalp.

When the kiss broke, Steven thought she might be the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. 

“Thank you” he whispered

“For what?”

“I was beginning to think I would let this night end without kissing you” He pulled her in for a hug, and Sam thought she might burst into tears. He held her so gently, but with so much passion; it was a juxtaposition of feelings that he somehow worked together. 

“I’d invite you upstairs, but I have a test tomorrow. Can I see you later this week?”

“I would love that” Steven felt like his heart might explode. Despite the cold weather, he felt completely warm. As he walked down the street and almost felt like skipping, he felt like a child. You did it Stevie, you had a successful first date I suppose it was a second date, technically No, last night was hanging out, this was a date. And it went great. She’s beautiful Steven. Oh, isn’t she just stunning? Her hair is the prettiest shade of auburn I think possible. And it’s naturally curly too. You notice that? Today it looked like she straightened it and then curled it but last night it had that natural curl. I suppose that's the red hair. And her eyes are so blue I could look at them all day You were looking at them all day oh god, was I being weird? Don’t second guess yourself. She looked at you like you hung the stars. Relax. It went well. Why are you so supportive all of a sudden? Marc was quiet for a moment Come on, don’t stop talking now. She cares about you. She makes you happy. And that makes me happy. This could be good for both of us. I don’t want to just… take your life Marc. It’s your body, technically. Stop, no. Don’t even worry about that, I told you months ago I would leave you alone, and I haven't exactly done that. I just want you to be able to live your life. I don’t know why we still have the suit but I don’t want whatever is happening to interrupt your life. It’s our life, Marc. Maybe she wants to date both of us. Slow down there buddy, you’re not even her boyfriend yet, officially. Don’t get ahead of yourself. I think that ship sailed.

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Chapter 1 : Chapter 3

Thank you so much for reading!!

I'm adding this latter, trying to reformat to make it easier to read and I want to say thank you for al the support, I love Sam and her journey and I'm getting close to her stories climax and things are going to get rough for a minuet and going back and rereading the old chapters... oh man, Steven and Sam are just lil babies

#Steven Grant #Marc Spector #moon knight #moon knight smut #steven grant smut #self indulgent #just for fun fic #Marc spector is a bro #Steven Grant is a soft boi #steven grant reader smut #steven grant reader

[mrstargkonnen]

I think alot of people dislike Helaemond shippers because so many of them seem to push the narrative that this is happening at any cost 😭 It’s fine to have a crackship but it’s okay for people to acknowledge this doesn’t make sense for the story logically. There is quite literally ZERO time for the show to tackle this reveal; B&C is happening in the first episode or so. Aegon’s arc is primarily made up of him being sent into a resent-driven rage after his heir is murdered and Helaena wouldn’t have an affair. This arc shouldn’t go to Aemond and it won’t. The person who replied to you is correct when saying that not all leaks should be taken seriously but this one is from an extremely solid source and has insider info (Wtdasoiaf) and shut this down. It’s not happening.

I have too much of an open mind to believe something with 💯 certainty. For all I know you could be right and I’m okay?…with..that? I’m just here for a good show, and even though I personally think helaemond would add to that goodness 🍿, it will probably still be good without it! 🤷🏻‍♀️

But for the sake of not having a boring reply, it’s also illogical to think we have any idea how s2 will play out when it’s clear the writers love making changes. Did you know Helaena would be a dreamer? That Laenor would live in s1? I don’t think so. So why do people continue to use the book as gospel, let alone leaks? Anything can happen, my friend, and I’m personally open to whatever comes because I like enjoying things! lol Regarding time- a lot can happen in an hour~ish. I hardly think everyone is gonna be trying to kill each other the entirety of every episode. I’m sure there will be time for emotional moments, don’t you? If the writers want to make this lil ship canon they’ll do it whether we like it or not, just as they have other things. It’s that simple.

The fun part is that everyone is free to enjoy the show however they want! But if you’re reading this and my halaemond takes are too annoying, please unfollow me or block me- and I say this kindly! 🤍If something isn’t bringing you joy, then what’s the point, you know what I mean??

#can I be unhinged in my own house?!? 😩 #lol #I hope the tone of this reply sounds casual. I never want to be mean to strangers on tumblr.com #helaemond #aemond x helaena #hotd s2 #am I discoursing right?? lol

[asongcanmeaneverything]

Rina and The Office: An Endgame thought experiment no one asked for 😂

I haven’t seen anyone handle the topic I’m going to cover here, but if they have, please feel free to let me know. Don’t want to reiterate things we’ve already heard.

Here we go…

So I’ve seen just about every kind of endgame prediction on here.

Most derive from two methodologies.

The first is trying to predict the likelihood of character’s future presence on the show. (EJ going to college, or even Olivia becoming too famous, etc.) By process of elimination one can guess at that elusive Rina endgame which may or may not exist.

The second being scouring season one and two for narrative evidence. Going beat by beat through Ricky and Gina’s paths to find what was meant to be or maybe what was just wishful thinking.

I think both approaches are useful, especially when applied simultaneously. It’s unlikely that endgames are being totally decided by narrative design, and not influenced by external factors like Olivia’s once in a lifetime debut, Covid, etc. It’s also bad faith to assume that Tim and the writers are just playing this by week, and not attempting to tie everything back together. So if we are interested in guessing at a Rina endgame/s we should continue to analyze using both methods. But I’m proposing a supplemental thought experiment that I haven’t seen covered yet.

I call this The Office Experiment: Jim, Pam, and the three seasons.

It’s obvious this show’s documentary visual style, comedic editing, interviews, etc. is taken in large part from the massive success of The Office. It’s not too much of a jump then to consider how this framework influences the development of core relationships over multiple seasons of HSMTS.

Now before we get lost in this, I’m not oversimplifying. I’m not so shallowly saying Jim is Ricky and Gina is Pam.

That wont work on this show. One of the remarkable things about this series was how HSM archetypes were blended into each core character. Gina was a fearsome adversary like Sharpay, and vulnerable new girl, constantly moving like Gabriella. Nini was hesitant to take the spotlight like Gabriella, but also not chained to Ricky like she was to Troy. EJ was a perfect blend of Troys jock, hot, popular guy coolness, with Ryan’s silly theatre geekiness. Ricky had Troys fears to put himself out there on stage, but he was far from “the man on campus.”

So as I dive into the Office Experiment I will draw one for ones between characters, but just know they aren’t perfectly squared. Mostly want to focus on how seasons played out with relationship arcs. This is a macro approach.

We’re headed into season 3 of HSMTS. For the sake of discussion I’m combining season 1/2 of The Office together since the first season wasn’t a full order, and didn’t tell a complete story.

Jim and Pam struggle to be together across Season 1/2. There’s moments where they are obviously close, but externally due to the obstacle of Roy, they can’t be together.

In this way we see some immediate parallels. Gina as Jim, Ricky as Pam, and Nini as the Roy obstacle covering two seasons.

At the end of season 2 of The Office, Jim puts all his cards on the table, it’s clear there was always something between them, but sadly it’s just not enough. Pam is in too deep with Roy. We can draw some ties here to Gina’s unknown and probably retconned emotional speech to Ricky in the dressing room. She feels good for having said it, and Ricky seems sympathetic, but now she has to begin the work of accepting what wont be and moving on.

Season 3 Jim is with Karen, and Pam is back and forth with Roy, but often single and dating around. Which is how we’re most likely set up to be in Season 3 of HSMTS. Jim here again is Gina, with Karen being EJ, Pam still Ricky, with Lily being Ricky’s dating around moments.

By the end of season 3 Jim and Pam are still not together. Jim is off in NYC with Karen, while Pam alone in Scranton must explain why she and Jim didn’t work out, “we could never get the timing right. I turned him down and then he turned me down.”

The bad timing for us would be Ricky was still hopelessly devoted to Nini when he and Gina begin to share the flames of romantic potential. They shared a (cheek) kiss, had inside jokes, attended parties together, gave each other hard advice, and after a private serenade Ricky told her, “I can’t forget anything about that (Homecoming) night.” But the bad timing becomes worse when Gina had to suddenly move after Thanksgiving, which sent Ricky (terrified of change) back on a path to Nini. He, in essence, turned Gina down for Nini. Now that Ricky is single, and Portwell has arrived it’s seems it’s now Gina’s turn to “turn down” Ricky. At least that’s what could happen.

At the end of season 3 of The Office, Jim swoops back in after we discover that Beach Day flashback where Jim explains to Pam that after he returned from Stamford, he “never really came back.” Pam takes a leap of faith and says “I wish you would.” Recalling this memory in his interview spurs him to unexpectedly return to Scranton, swoop in on Pam’s interview, and ask her out on their first official date. If we do get a Rina endgame, I wonder what this equivalent might be.

When you start to think of these broad relationship arcs, it does seem the most logical, and perhaps the most satisfying outcome to this show would have to be a Rina endgame, as it’s the only one with the emotional torment, and structural strength to achieve something akin to Jim and Pam, which lets be honest, is a, if not THE standard.

By the end of three seasons, mountains of tension, set backs, almost connections, dramatic speeches and external obstacles we finally got a Jim and Pam endgame.

Is The Office DNA strong enough in HSM, to secure our Rina endgame by season three’s end, or at all? Idk.

Based off last seasons abysmal, unorganized, and backtracking story lines I would say this show is more a chaotic degrassi where anything could happen. There are no grand designs. No true endgames.

But I don’t want to be that cynical. I’m excited for Portwell. I don’t think it can last, but whether or not it does, I can’t wait to see the joy and growth between those characters. I have ZERO comments about the off screen rumors. I’m excited to see a fully uncaged Nina, and poor Ricky lol. Once he discovers the harness it’s curtains for Lily, but perhaps that will help him finally recognize Gina. Lets be honest, who wouldn’t want to see even some temporary Ricky pining for Gina moments or episodes.

An additional point is that each season has a sort of predetermined balancing effect. Season 1, Ricky and Nini START broken up and END back together. The opposite being true for season 2. If Portwell, started season 2 apart and got together by its end, the opposite could likely be true for season 3. They wouldn’t likely show us Ricky and Nini “back together cause they’ve already done that.” And if Portwell ends mid season like Rini did…

… that only realistically leaves two people left to find there way back to each other. Rina is inevitable. *Thanos voice*

At the end of the day, our predictions are just that. We should investigate them throughly, but also not take it too seriously. The fun of HSM has always been not knowing how they would resolve things dramatically in the eleventh hour. HSM 2 still being my favorite, unexpected finish.

Here’s to seeing what season three resolves, or doesn’t, who ends up together or doesn’t, and if this Rina endgame has been the obvious climactic finish, or just our own meanings we made along the way.

#high school musical the musical the series #hsm the series #hsmtmts #joshua bassett #olivia rodrigo #portwell #rina hsmtmts #rina #gina porter #nini salazar roberts #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #high school musical #sophia wylie #ej caswell #rini #rinaedit #rina endgame #the office #jim and pam #hsm season 3 #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmedit

[byreona]

So, Tumblr is back on my phone after five (or six?) years.

The way it happened was, I stumbled upon a YouTube Short (YouTube Shorts are so 2023 and who would’ve thought that we’ll be writing it onto a Tumblr post) of a food content creator (again, very 2020-esque) saying that they will resort to LinkedIn and MySpace since YouTube is, apparently, banning them.

MySpace? I thought. That’s still a thing?

I hurriedly searched for it on the App Store, only to find that MySpace is only accessible through its website—which the UI looks like an outdated Bandcamp site.

But the App Store presented me with a chance to reinstall Tumblr again. Why not? What’s a few good megabytes eaten from my phone storage for the sake of nostalgia?

Then, here we are. I have probably spent two hours last night scrolling through my “blog” full of GIF reblogs from series I’ve seen over the years. Some are about music; whether the tracks themselves or candid portraits of the artists which I considered aesthetic at the time. I mostly played it safe and kept it cool—which is the result of trying to keep up with the cool people I follow. I’ve had a browse of their pages as well, to see how they’re doing. Most of them uploaded their last post eight years ago. Some are still quite active, with an update as recent as four months ago. Or a week ago.

To be authentic and not lie about my feelings, I did post some texts which displayed melancholia of not having a lover, or longing for one. Thinking of it now, I was way too young to feel such things. Did I really feel that way? Or did I succumb to the pressure of my peers having their own partners at the age of fourteen? Am I allowed to cringe at this? Or should I give myself grace and keep into consideration that we’ve all been there?

Despite the push and pull of emotions in me, I’m happy to say that I have grown. A whole lot. To the point that it doesn’t seem like a bad idea to keep my past posts and look at it at an angle of, well, growth and maturity. After all, so many things have happened, there is always a bigger fish to fry, and people do grow!

I’ll probably continue logging my thoughts and musings, considering that Tumblr is on the somehow quiet zone of social media. Writing is my first love, after all. Maybe I will continue with the aesthetic reblogs, or reposts of things which hit close to home. I’ll have to think of my way around this site again.

Given all that, I guess I just wanted to say that it’s good to be back.

#YouTube #YouTube Shorts #MySpace #Tumblr #brain dump #growth #social media

[surely-galena]

Just thought of something after seeing the occasional Hatoful Boyfriend post on your TL, but...what do you think would happen if MC/Rosa, who we saw give a (or in a lot of players' cases, multiple) no-hold barred beatdown-type debate to a pigeon in an event, found out about Hatoful Boyfriend? 😅

Hello, exhausted-impact!!

[WC: 1.6K ] I'll be putting this under a cut so people can scroll through faster that way, haha

//mild spoilers for hatoful bf and holiday star

And okay, here's my take on MC/Rosa and Hatoful Bf (with obligatory disclaimer that these are just my opinions):

But first, a semi-tangent--

I honestly think Luke, bird friend extraordinaire (okay, one bird friend) would get into the game first. Just for fun, and because his life is stressful enough that maybe the haha funny pigeon dating game could provide some escapism for him. He's going along with it, maybe sending screenshots to the NXX members (maybe a suspicious Shuu line goes to Vyn along with the caption "is this you??")

Several things happen, one at a time.

The first is Nageki, because going into that one blind... it changes things, you know? Especially since I think Luke, with his desire to be the martyr and/or hero, would find himself relating a little too much. That's when the screenshot sending slows down.

Things continue to get darker with Shuu's endings. Anghel's route is unexpectedly emotional (because I don't know, I think Luke would vibe with Anghel).

And then the BBL route / true end hits.

The moment Ryouta finds, you know, the box, is when Luke stops. He makes a save and sends a text to MC, like, hey. you gotta see this.

And because they've had a history of playing video games together (even if a lot of them do seem to be action/fighting based), I think they'd also be down to go through a VN?

So here's where MC comes in.

"Ah," MC goes. "The pigeon dating sim."

"Yeah, yeah, roll your eyes all you want," Luke says, and then makes her start all the way from Ryouta's route.

Going through the first half of the game (the bird routes) doesn't actually take that long, it's maybe an hour or so for the first one, and then if you skip through seen lines for the rest then it's maybe half an hour per route (if you're reading aloud. Because I want MC to voice all of Hiyoko's fantastic lines and Luke to switch back and forth between voicing the rest of the birds).

I mean, MC saying lines like these aloud is just a fun concept in general:

For the sake of their vocal cords, I'm going to say that the first half of the game takes about 2-3 days, depending on how much free time they have.

Here's a quick rundown of how I think MC is going to find the routes:

Ryouta: Sad, but a really good opener. If MC knows about Luke's illness at this point, she'll probably make some parallels (i.e. childhood friend dying) and be even sadder.

Kazuaki/Nanaki: She respects that the teacher rejects Hiyoko, but is overall mostly intrigued by the file room conversation and the blacked out photo.

Sakuya: I think she probably wants to bop him on the head half the time, but she's still able to relate to his struggles and understand him as a character. Even if she really wants to make him treat his half-brother better.

Nageki: Luke gives her a content warning before that particular twist and they're both left feeling kinda sad afterward. He's a sweet bird, and MC was really looking forward to befriending him, but at least he found peace :')

Yuuya: Honestly Luke's favorite main route because of the whole secret agent thing and he won't shut up about it. MC just listens to his whole spiel and is thoroughly entertained by it all. She also loves the best end.

Shuu: MC definitely puts two and two together and gasps at the roast bird delivery scene. They both crack up at that triple 'yes' option, but overall Shuu is probably the bird MC wants to debate/fight the most. "Suspicious people like him should not be in a school in the first place," she says. "Suspicious birdies," Luke corrects, and she elbows him in response.

Okosan: MC's just kinda "huh??" throughout this one, but in a good way. Okosan is the most similar to the pigeons she's debated, so possible mixed feelings on that end, but the best ending leaves her smiling and shaking her head, because a) what was that?? and b) oh of course that happened. Totally makes sense. At the same time, part of Okosan does remind her of Peanut, so her feelings about his route are more positive than not.

Anghel: She loves the boss battle in this one. She also ends up wanting to protect Anghel almost as much, if not equally as much as Nageki. She calls out his name expectantly every time they hear the glass breaking sound effect after this.

Azami: This one is just a fun route! I think MC's a bit of a romantic, so she'd probably enjoy getting Azami back with Rabu. But her girlboss side would also adore Hiyoko and Azami starting a gang together. Either way, it's also mildly refreshing to not think about being murdered by Shuu or other Hawk Party agents.

Okay, time to move on to the second half of the game / true end.

MC is really intrigued by the fulfilling the promise option. Because they're playing on Luke's version, she'll already have seen it, but she hasn't clicked on it until now.

Luke has only seen up to the box scene, so they both get to go in mostly blind. MC is already semi-invested up to this point, but as the story unravels, she finds herself even more intrigued. It's also hard not to draw uncomfortable parallels from H5N1 to the NXX drug.

I think the things that are going to hit MC the most are Hiyoko's murder, Nageki's backstory, Sakuya's arc, and the part where the birds essentially use the power of friendship to bring Ryouta back. Also the scene with Nageki vs. Hitori's shadow.

For Luke, I'd definitely say that the shadow scene hits hard as well (especially when Nageki reminds Hitori of his second promise).

Oh!! And after the credits roll and the epilogue hits, Luke is probably overjoyed to see Yuuya alive. MC is cracking up over how he genuinely believed Yuuya died, but overall she's really happy that hope ultimately prevails in the end.

For NXX found fam agenda purposes:

Let's say MC decides to drag the rest of the NXX members into playing through the game all over again just to see their reactions to the bait and switch.

Artem is only mildly interested at first. Vyn is amused, but MC asked so of course he's in (and it's not like he's going to miss out on time with MC). Marius just thinks the concept is hilarious and that's why he also agrees.

Super quick bullet points, but here are various reactions for each member:

Artem: Doesn't really understand the hype until he gets to Nageki. From that point on, he's always looking out for "the library bird" (to MC's delight). He ends up really liking Sakuya's character arc and the whole murder mystery later on, and the fact that so much foreshadowing is done in the first half. It also helps that the sci-fi aspects intrigue him. He drafts a review on his Mockingbird blog, but never posts it (mostly because Mockingbird playing a bird dating sim is just going to lead to commenters making a bunch of the same jokes). His favorite character ends up being Anghel.

Marius: Somehow, he always picks out the right beans for Legumentine's and MC is completely bemused by it. The parts that hit hardest for him are the Yuuya half-brother/egg twist and the scene where Yuuya sacrifices himself for Sakuya (because brother parallels). At the same time, he's also yelling at Sakuya to be nicer to Yuuya. Oh, and he's genuinely shocked when Shuu gets shot near the end.

Vyn: Starts psychoanalyzing Shuu from the moment he meets him because he's still not over that one text Luke sent. Actually ends up guessing a lot of emotional beats/plot points by accident, but MC refuses to confirm or deny his predictions. His favorite character is Hitori because he finds him intriguing.

Actually on Hitori, it's up to you if you want to imagine an NXX version of Hitorigate (but milder), but I imagine that if it happens, MC is probably going to be pretty neutral XP

Oh, and then they all find out Holiday Star is a thing.

More quick bullet points on that:

MC immediately wants to adopt Miru and Kaku

Luke gets really excited at the Miru and Kaku tank scene

Vyn finds out that he has a new favorite character (it's Albert. Not just because they share the same name (although that is part of the reason), but also because of the Ogier parallels haha)

Marius' favorite story is Absolute Zero -- because of the comic aspect, but also because he finds Tohri hilarious

He also ends up accidentally memorizing the Pretty Coore catchphrases

Artem and Vyn both find The Day the Night Slept to be their favorite parts, but for slightly different reasons

Vyn gets to jump back onto the Hitori analysis train (pun unintended?)

Artem just thinks the dream symbolism is really interesting. Also, he's really vibing with the storybook framing

The part where Yuuya is working with Leone JB to jump into the rest of the cast's dreams only solidifies him as Luke's favorite character

Also MC, Marius, and Luke all go "HE DID NOT" when the King drops the "are you going to break another egg?" line

Marius really, really loves the art style for The Day the Night Slept and adores how the King is painted

You know the picture book scene where everything is just scribbles? Marius points at Artem and goes "that's how you draw"

MC cracks up at Shuu's "become sashimi" line and can't stop laughing for a full five minutes

But it's also an emotional rollercoaster because she tears up at the lighthouse scene

Thank you for the ask! It was definitely interesting to think about (as you can probably tell by the word count) :D

Have a nice day!!

#a while back I said that hatoful bf was a solid b-tier game. but the funny thing is after analyzing it #I actually think it might have gone up a tier. which isn't a bad thing at all #asks #exhausted-impact #hmm what do I tag this with? both?? #tears of themis #hatoful boyfriend

[ask-forestville]

Sorry for annoying you with my questions.

Ambermod: Awww don't be sorry anon I am very happy and proud of you asking me questions. It's very helpful of you and everyone else by asking such questions, that people probably do not know yet. Plus it really supported myself to share the thoughts with everyone who has a lot to learn about my forestville and the characters that I've made.

*Ambermod continue explaining herself with anonymous who is mixed with female and male collided together in one. Mod made this character because she thought it would be helpful towards everyone that we don't know what gender is anonymous. Therefore this character is now active who can ask questions while talking to you and me. *

Ambermod: Please keep this in mind for everyone sake that I am not trying to hurt anyone, someone might overlooked at me that I'm copying their ideas,stories and stole their art creation. Trust me I've got myself in big-time trouble with this one person who claims that I stole his art and did not added his name. Even though I've already post the story and reboot his name tag on the first page blog when he told me so. Sadly it was already too late to request that offer.. What's done is done I have to move on and cancel that story while rebooting it.

{{ Ps: I did not reboot the story on "Harvest Festival 2019". Because I am lazy sometimes and that I am dealing with my real life crisis which I respect by others who are still waiting on me, to return my story and replace a new background theme. I will continue on with that topic whenever I get the chance to work on it.}}

*Mod is now looking up into the void with a sad emotion. She seems very worried about her safety and afraid that she might end up being erase from the world*

Ambermod: Please do understand that I do not want to be erase or be punished by someone saying: "You are a horrible person how could you stole the art and copy it." Blah blah blah on and on they will do anything to hurt me, and to make matters worse they could tell on Tumblr by agreeing each other that I should be blocked away so that I could not come back. I am already depressed about myself which made me theorized that it's my fault I made my friends disappear from my old blog account I couldn't save them. And that I am sorry I-I shouldn't have told you in the beginning I am born with learning disability I also didn't realize I can google translate my voice while we were role playing.

*At the end of this topic ambermod set herself down while crying her eyes out with tears as her friends Robert Freestallion and a friendly fox comforted her.

Mods last words: All I ever wanted is to keep the peace with everyone and look ahead into the future while enjoying our moment together with a new fresh start on my blog until I finally completed my dreams...Please forgive me and one more thing please let the past go so we can move on with ourself thank you...

((Mod: I know it's a lot to take in but this is just my thoughts and feelings of myself to let you people know. "Don't judge a book by its cover" and don't jump into conclusions that I stole their art actually. I enjoy spending time with you and be amazed by the artists that inspired me to continue with my own artblog. I am very grateful to see everything that they had to offer by sharing with the world. Truly it’s remarkable to look beyond everyone's art and the character's that you and I created often we journey through the world to express ourself. Well that's the end hopefully my messages make sense to you because I've went over my text every minute of it to make sense. But as usual my spelling is a little off so please understand and support for those who cannot learn suchcomplicated task that is simple and easy to handle on yourself..{ Ps: mod as myself would not answer any more questions so therefore my original character's and more random ponys/creatures will answer the questions for now on until she gets better thank you))

#questions and answers #ambermod #anonymous #heartbreak #idk what else to say #please forgive me #please support me #good friends comfort mod #prepare yourself #it's going to be a long message

[dinosaurchurch]

2023 has come and gone. We're done and spite the insanity that ensued over the course of the last twelve months I feel like I'm going to miss it. What it provided for me was definitely a sense of clarity, there was a lot of things that really put it into perspective of where I am and where I'm going to go with my life.

It's been a whirlwind of emotions having every little bit of the rose coloured vision of the people and places I care about being wiped away. I feel like it was when I really became an adult, leaving my twenties behind was almost symbolic in a sense. There was a point where this felt so far away and yet here I am.

After the past three years and the strange fever dream that was the pandemic it was relieving to head into last year. I had enough mental fortitude to handle what I had to weather over 2023, that was the biggest thing I think I had going for me. I wasn't going to let anything stress me out to the point of panic attacks like 2022 or the year before.

I may not have done everything I wanted to and there's definitely things that took a back seat but all in all I'm okay with how last year unfolded, the good and the bad. I much rather know the truth then not. Having to say goodbye to people or simply leaving when I know I'm not needed or wanted in a space for the sake of my own mental health are things that I've had to do. Burning down the bridge entirely with some folks and being aware that I'm never going to able to please everyone is something that I've gotten comfortable with. Having to entirely let go of all the little things that I had gotten hung up over the pandemic.

I've become more grounded mentally over the past year. At the end of the day as long as I'm still breathing I know I'll be alright. The people that have stuck it out with me on this journey have been nothing but a gift - an absolute blessing - and I'm thankful for each and every one of them.

Giving myself enough space to breathe and having to know when to lay off the gas peddle is equally important as knowing when to fully lean in and just go with the flow. I think giving myself some leeway and letting myself experience my emotions with enough time to process them has been one of the biggest things I've worked on in recent times. I kind of had to, I didn't really get a solid break over 2023 - it's been one thing right after the other. Honestly the biggest thing that did take a back seat was my lifting, spite that I still managed to get stronger so go figure. Rest is important.

Guess looking forward now to 2024 I've got to ask myself what goals am I setting? I'm not entirely sure to be honest, I accomplished a lot more during 2023 than I expected to. I finished DIVE (and now I'm doing a prequel arc lmao), I did a lot of drawing, and I even got to play some of the games I really wanted to (I'm currently chomping through Jedi Survivor which is fantastic!). If anything I've been very productive.

It’s bittersweet to see another trip around the sun come to an end. I suppose for now I’ll just get back on track with what I normally do and probably continue to give myself the much needed TLC I should have from time to time.

Either way, onwards and upwards! Goodbye and good night to 2023. Thank you for the adventure once again.

Hello 2024!

Happy New Year!

#personal #inner thoughts #update #end of the year #goodbye 2023 #introspection #reflection #new year #New Year’s Eve #Happy New Year #adulthood #New Year's Day #winter 2024 #new year same me #new years resolution #recap

[mkjeong]

Fallin’ all in you - JJH (part 3)

PROLOGUE - The second the door burst open, my eyes landed on him. The memories played smoothly like a song I’ve played many times before even after 8 years of trying to break that record, here we are sitting face to face like we used to back on that very rooftop. Only, now his eyes are void of emotions. Unlike the warmth of comfort we once shared, we’re strangers again.

Pairing/Characters - Jaehyun x Dayeon (oc fem reader), Jaemin x Si-eun (oc fem reader)

Genre/Category - angst, romance, enemies to lovers, enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers, exes to lover, rekindled romance, ceo!jaehyun, ceo!jaemin, mentions of mingyu, highschool to working

Content Warning - strong language, slightly implied 🔞 but nothing much, mentions of heartbreak

Status - on-going

Masterlist

My first day of school finally ended, 2 things I’ve learned about today. 1, being the new girl kinda sucks and 2, the smoker dude is in my class. He didn’t even take a glance at me after the lunch time incident but I decided to brush it off my shoulders and continued with my day. 

It was time for me to head home. The distance between my house and the school campus is quite far, probably a 20 minutes drive on the bus. Once I reached home, I found my mother working hard as usual. My little siblings, Boyeon and Soyeon came up to me and asked me about my first day. Honestly, I don’t know what else to say since nothing really happened besides the incident with that smoker dude. I answered with a smile and decided to help my mother with her newly opened restaurant.

The sun began to rise, and the alarm clock began to ring. As much as I hated the morning, I was forced out of bed and got ready for school. Entering the classroom quite early, one by one, it began to fill up as the time passed by. 

“Good morning class! I hope you had a restful sleep last night.” said Mr. Moon

“Today we will- ” Mr. Moon was interrupted by the sound of the door and a person entered.

It’s the smoker dude. Does he really not follow the school’s rules. First, he smokes and now he’s late.  It’s time for lunch again… And I really have no place to go but the rooftop. Walking up the stairs hoping the smoker dude is not there. As I opened the door and took a stop on the concrete, there he was. Sitting at the same spot while he smokes away. “His lungs are really going to turn black before 20” I said to myself. 

I learned my lesson and decided to stay a little further away from the smokes. I took my seat and I could feel him glancing in my direction. With no hesitation I began to eat my lunch. No conversation at all this time. Just me eating peacefully while the smoke from his cigarette drifted into the air by the wind.

The rooftop became my go to place for lunchtime. Although I kept seeing that smoker dude every single time I’m there. Today is my 5th time going up to the rooftop and to eat. As expected, he’s there again, smoking as usual. But he never ate? It’s lunch time for god sake. For lunch today, I had 2 triangle kimbap. Debating whether I should share or eat it myself. Do I really want to be associated with someone that does not even follow the rules? I asked myself. I took some slight glances at him. He’s staring far away into the distance as if there’s something longing for him. I finally took the courage and walked up to him. 

“Here” I said while handing my kimbap. He looked at me with a confused face. 

“What?” he blurted. 

“Eat it, you’re going to get hungry.” I said

“No,” he answered shortly.

“Just eat it” I said once again

“Just mind your own business and eat it yourself” he replied.

“What, are you going to eat those cigarettes and expect to be full? Fine, whatever don’t eat, just wait till your lungs turn black before you turn 20 with an empty stomach.” I said.

He chuckled and surprisingly took the kimbap from my hands. “I didn’t expect you to keep coming here.” He said while unwrapping the kimbap.

“Well definitely not for you.” I replied He scoffed. Once he finally unwrapped the kimbap, he took a big bite and took a big pause.

“Good? Isn’t it? My mom made it.” He nodded and continued to munch down.

 *RING RING RING* 

#nct 127 #jaehyun #jungjaehyun #jeong jaehyun #najaemin #jaemin #nct #nctdream #jungyuno #nct imagines #nct scenarios #jaehyun au #jaehyun series #jaehyun x reader #jaemin x reader #jaehyun x female reader jaemin x female reader #jaehyun x oc female reader #jaemin x oc female reader

[britneyshakespeare]

Just wanted to say that we linguists consider ourselves scientists, although I agree we're the best field and should be put above regular scientists :)

Oh definitely! I separated them from 'scientists' in my rhetoric bc I know the public perception of language is that it is not a science, but honestly fuck that. And fuck the whole 'STEM person/humanities person' binary to begin with. I don't study linguistics in college (although I'd love to, I just can't with my current resources), but it's been a major fascination of mine since I was a teenager. Even though I've never taken real "classes" on the subject, I've definitely done a lot of reading, listening, and viewing about languages and linguistics over the years. I know a little bit more than the average layperson.

I think linguistics is the perfect field to prove how STEM and humanities really aren't opposed to each other at all. As a poet, I happen to think of myself as Not Like Other Poets in terms of my motivations and philosophies of poetry (aroace and all that, I already stick out in the most stereotypically 'amorous' medium of all the arts), and even though in my beginner years as a young teen my poetry was very much my 'emotional outlet' for my turmoil and all that, yadda yadda, as I've matured and kept writing my main obsession with poetry has been the technical side of it, and language as a whole. I don't have a lot of "Muses"—the reason I write as much as I do isn't because every day I'm just "inspired" and need to "let it out" through words, but mainly just because I like words. I like what they can do, how you can turn them around. I don't always need an idea. I'm having a little play time.

My hot take as I've continued with my higher education is that literally all subjects are humanities. Because we don't study anything that isn't of human interest. The real world is interdisciplinary as hell. And there is no such thing as a good education if it is not a well-rounded one. We scaffold knowledge into various subjects for teaching's sake, but really they're all connected in some way or another. We can say some fields are more qualitative and others skew more quantitative, but there is both some level of objectivity and imagination necessary for being really good at any subject. I wrote an award-winning essay when I took an English composition class as a freshman on this topic, actually, how creativity is a necessity for scientists, and for the final essay in that same class I wrote about how scientific knowledge can, and should, inspire poetry.

Personally I feel very put off by the perspective of STEM and humanities opposing each other for several reasons. One of them is that it feels very much like people view them as your Manly Man Real Smart People Subjects versus Stupid Girly Feely Shit. And the second is that I love, and dare say am intelligent in the areas of, pretty much any subject that falls under the core curriculum subjects in the United States, that being English Language Arts/History/Science/Math. All of these disciplines enrich my way of thinking, illuminate my view of the world, and offer limitless knowledge. We use this term in my teaching classes (I should probably mention that I'm an education major, if that isn't obvious, lol): "lifelong learner." It's what we as teachers should be, and what we should inspire our students to become. It's very cheesy-sounding but it's truly the desire I've always had for myself and the reason I want to go into teaching, despite the fact that it's not the most glamorous or well-off position I could choose for myself in this day and age.

I could go on a lot longer but anyway yes, I've gotten sidetracked, linguists are Absolutely The best scientists in the game. Cut above the rest. Sexy as all hell. You are beautiful, anon, and you have twinkly eyes.

#i feel like this rant is probably not what you were expecting but rather a witty reply at most #but JOKE'S ON YOU anon i've had this rant stored up in my head a long time! and u gave me an outlet to expel it #i hope you're having a good day #anon #dianswered #rant #i was playing a trivia game w a group of ppl a few weeks ago and one of the categories was science #and there was a language-related question that came up under it and someone goes 'how is this science?' #and i went 'linguistics is a science' and this guy at the other end of the table kind of smirks 'yeah SOFT science' #he said it in a not-really-judgy tone altho i guess he is more of a self-identified 'stem person' than i am #i as a poet and person who mainly knows about literature and am active in the literary world do not get to claim that label openly #but am viewed as a 'humanities person' obviously #and he doesn't think i'm stupid or anything and it wasn't a microaggression but when i even HEAR the words 'soft science'... u know h8 it #anyway unsolicited book recommendation but i've also really enjoyed the book 'elemental haiku' by mary soon lee #i'm thinking about scientific poetry again. i've been reading/seeking out a lot of it lately.

[junonreactor]

i forgot i logged out in the middle of the level 60 questline on gw2

#for the sake of emotional continuity i probably should have played it all in one sitting but uh #sleep......... i'm not restarting it now either so it'll probably wait until the weekend #it's a Time and Brain Investment task #ein babbles #also after sleeping on it i'm still kind of eh on the death. just because of the suddenness of the reason you know #but that might still just be personal gripes due to what i liked about the character

[1tad0ri]

hiii. can i request a rough nsfw with sukuna where he's so frustrated with jujutsu sorcerers that he decided to unleash those said frustrations on the reader? like he just won't stop until he release all the stress inside him— kshjsch i feel like sukuna would do that 😳 he'll be rough all night long

warning: degradation, choking, breath play, very mild pain kink, hate fucking

ryoumen sukuna x fem!reader

i feel the same way so thank you, i’m going to be thinking about this for a long time

“you know, i really thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

the grip he had on your neck was bruising, but certainly a lot looser than you thought the king of curses would be. your hands clawed at him nonetheless, although the whole current concept of being shoved against the wall of your bedroom wasn’t exactly something you were complaining about.

the three impatient raps at your door earlier had you rolling out of bed, wanting to sleep after your latest mission. you’d thought it was yuuji, hungry for your warmth, but when you unlocked the door, rubbing your eyes and stifling a yawn, you’d been unceremoniously shoved backwards, the wind knocked out of you when your back met the wall. the glint of tattoos on a familiar face in the moonlight coming from your window told you all you needed to know.

sukuna watched you curiously and then his sickening grin was back, fingers squeezing a little harder. you gasped, stretching your neck away. “what? not going to answer?” he sneered, “maybe you all really are the same. scared little fucking sorcerers.” he leaned closer, breath fanning across your face. “isn’t that fucking stupid? you’re all a bunch of scaredy cats, aren’t you?” he pouted mockingly when he spat out the name. his lips were so close, if you just tilted forward—

no. whatever morbid fascination you harbored towards him didn’t change the fact he was... well... him. you stood your ground, leaning forward to bump your nose against his, your own scowl evident. “you can’t do anything, sukuna. once we find all the—”

“all my fingers you mean? the ones you can’t destroy on your own so you have to come up with some little plan to get rid of me?” he laughed bitterly in your face and you bit your lip, trying to calm your fury before you did something you’d regret. “it’s all the same. you’re scared of me. you don’t have the upperhand. never will,” he whispered at the end.

“i’m not scared of you.” your thoughts tumbled out of your mouth plainly without a second of hesitation, but the tilt of his head in question, his forehead brushing against yours, made you think that perhaps telling the truth around him was a very bad idea.

it was dark, hard to see his face, but god he was so close. “yeah? what are you then?”

good question. wait, no, bad question. bad, very bad, because you already knew the answer to it. or... did you? vocal chords at a stand still, there was no way to verbalize what you felt.

“hurry up, brat.” sukuna tightened his grip on your neck before loosening it just the smallest bit so you could speak. “i don’t have all day. how do you feel then? you with your little human emotions.”

words... what are the words. it turns out staring down a literal demon king in the eyes wasn’t the optimal place to think. “i... i don’t know.” your voice was small, unsure, lying.

the staring contest, backed by deafening silence, continued for a mere beat longer as you regarded each other with quiet contemplation. you could just barely make out his eyes and the curve of his lips, parted slightly. his breath was warm.

you couldn’t take it anymore and it seemed like he couldn’t either—you both automatically tilted your heads, lips pressing against each other easily, eyes falling shut. mouths sliding against the other, he gently pushed your head back to hit the wall, tongues running over one another. it was slow, hot, and you decided you should probably thank yuuji for keeping his lips so soft.

sukuna sucked your bottom lip between his own and your hands fell away from his grip on your neck to pull him closer by the front of his shirt (he hadn’t ripped it apart yet, an impressive feat). his leg slipped between your own, and you pushed down on it with your hips, the friction making you open your mouth further to him, something enticing about the fact he was a very good kisser.

but then it was like a switch flipped and his hold on your neck tightened once again. “what... what am i doing,” you thought he mumbled, voice hoarse (then again, your brain wasn’t exactly listening when you were busy making out with someone like him), kiss faltering for a brief moment. his lips curled into a frown, disdainful.

shoving you further into the wall as he pushed against you with his mouth, sukuna was all sharp teeth and rough lips now, swallowing up your whimpers, nothing soothing about it like his previous actions.

“i fucking hate you,” he spat, his hand abandoned your neck and moved up to squish your cheeks together, finding satisfaction in the way your lips puckering out, barely able to move. “do you hear me? i hate all of you.”

“the feeling’s mutual,” you mumbled around his grip, hazy from the kiss but knowing what you stood for, fury evident in your eyes and furrowed brows. he was the enemy. and you were... you. and... and...

you were met with a bitter laugh, your stomach curling into knots at the sound. you hadn’t noticed his free hand tugging at your waistband until it was too late, his hand slipping in and wasting no time running two fingers harshly against your soaking folds. “why are you dripping wet then? a slut and a liar?”

“fuck off,” you mumbled again, a lot quieter this time, face burning hot from embarrassment.

“i’ll fuck off when you stop acting like you want to fuck me.”

his words made you straightened up. “i- i’m not—”

“you’re not acting? mmm,” sukuna let go of your cheeks just enough that he could properly kiss you, tongue forcing it’s way past your lips, “of course you’re not. of course.” he was mocking you and you couldn’t say anything.

a finger pushed into your heat and you bit down on his lip in surprise, although the pain only seemed to spur him on further, a second finger easily shoving its way in next to the first. curling, pushing, rubbing against that sensitive, spongy spot inside of you, sukuna’s fingers had your legs shaking, the knee he still had pressed between them the only thing keeping you up at this rate. the grip on your face as he hummed against your mouth prevented you from avoiding eye contact with him, lips wet as he disregarded any type of mess he was making.

he was everywhere at once and you felt trapped. hot—it was too hot, your body was burning.

“su- ku... n... a,” his name came out garbled between the onslaught of your face being squished together and the sloppy kisses he pressed into you at irregular intervals. when his thumb rubbed against your clit as the two fingers continued to pump in and out, you gripped his shirt so hard you were sure you would rip it this time. “too... mmm,” a kiss that was more tongue than lip cut you off and you weren’t even sure if he heard you as you choked out the next words, “mmm, hah— much, suku—”

at once he released you, almost letting you drop to the floor, but you were able to just barely steady yourself against the wall in time. sukuna stepped back and away from your shaking form. you were gasping, lungs burning.

“w...why did you—”

“i can listen you know.” you could practically feel his eye roll from his dripping tone, even if you weren’t looking at him. “‘too much.’” he laughed as he mocked you. “more like you’re too weak.”

you were thankful he actually seemed to have a brain, but still— “you’re an idiot.” fuck, your lungs hurt, the retort scraping against the walls of them. he was good. it had been a while since anyone had left your head spinning like that.

sukuna flicked a hand dismissively. “‘an idiot’ who’s giving you a chance to breathe, you brat.” he decided to ignore the name for now, thankfully for you (although you didn’t exactly see it that way).

you couldn’t choke out another snarky response and simply focused on clearing your head. he gave you a chance to think and once you seemed clear-minded, he wasted no further time.

“bed.”

you blinked, eyes bleary, peering up at him from where you bent over, trying to catch your breath. “w...what?”

“on the bed. now.” he shoved his hands into his pockets, watching you blankly as you regained your senses. “unless you want me to fuck you on the floor?”

“no...” god, what was with you? or rather... what was with him? the ache in your core answered your question, your cunt feeling so empty now—he hadn’t even bothered to let you cum and you already wanted his fingers stuffed back into you. he was irresistible—you felt stupid even having the thought.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, close to shoving you to the ground to finish what he started but exercising restraint for your sake. you’d need it. “i’m being nice and giving you a chance to get comfortable on your stupid bed, you idiot. go. now.” he was getting tired of repeating himself.

the last few snarky words and your own desire for him actually had you moving this time, climbing up onto the bed a few steps away and settling uncertainly onto the covers. you went to look up for further instructions but he was already on you, both of you tumbling back onto the mattress as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat, hands pushing up and under your shirt to squeeze your tits.

“take this off.”

you automatically pulled at the hem of the flimsy t-shirt at his command, sukuna giving you just enough room to get it over your head, and then his teeth were on your exposed breasts, marking them up. your fingers threaded through his hair, his head moving under your touch as you watched his mouth work with half-lidded eyes.

you didn’t think you’d be able to change in front of anyone any time soon, already knowing the blossoming colors of bruises would be apparent the next morning. reminder to self: cancel your upcoming shopping trip with nobara; the dressing rooms with her would surely be a disaster if he kept this up.

“who’s are these?” his grip was rough when he cupped your breasts, squeezing.

you immediately knew the answer he was looking for, all too eager to hand it over. “yours. fuck, they’re all yours.” your hands ran through his hair, urging him to continue his onslaught on the previously unmarked skin.

sukuna laughed, thumbing your nipples, giving one of them a light lick that made you squirm. “you’re more obedient than i thought you’d be.” he pinched the buds, rolling them between his fingers as you squeezed your eyes closed, gasping at the pain. “but that’s enough of that.” your eyes snapped open, about to ask him what the fuck he meant by that, but he was already setting to work.

his fingers hooked around your sleeping bottoms and pulled them down with your underwear, the night air cold against your damp lips. you rubbed your thighs together but his hands on your knees forced them apart as he peered down at you. you felt so exposed under his hungry gaze, entirely bare for him to see while he was still dressed. unfair.

“wanna see. don’t close them,” was his short, clipped explanation as he kept your legs spread. one hand on your knee, sukuna brought the fingers of his other to run along your folds again just as he had done before, except this time he could actaully see how you quivered under him, cunt glistening and dripping. he slipped two fingers to run between the folds and then popped them in his mouth, sucking the slick from his fingers and maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. you couldn’t look away.

he hummed, content as he licked the last bit off of the tips. “you don’t taste bad for a slut.”

all the focus was on you, him criticizing everything little thing you did, and you were a mess because of it. not even a chance to run your hands over his chest? unacceptable. you pointedly ignored his comment, pining after some form of a reward instead. “at least take your shirt off. thought you hated those things.” the clothing ratio here was starting to grate on your nerves.

sukuna rolled his eyes but crossed his arms over his chest to grab ahold of the sides of his fitted t-shirt and tug it over his head. you watched, mouth watering at the sight—the moon provided excellent illumination for the scene, his body revealed inch by painstaking inch as he disposed of the fabric. god, he was so hot. you hated it.

muscles on display, sukuna raised an eyebrow at you as though he were asking, happy now? your silent reply came when you reached up to run your hands over the dips of his abs, his chest solid and tattoos curling over the surface.

“that’s better.” you made a show of your gaze tracing over the surface before looking up at him, smiling to yourself. “surprised you didn’t just rip it off.”

sukuna simply scoffed and swatted your hand away, moving from between your legs so he could work off his pants and kick them off to the side.

“knew you’d like to see me take it off properly,” he answered at last, back to you as he wiggled out of his boxers finally and chucked them off the foot of the bed. you didn’t get much time to admire his flexing back muscles before he was on you again, settling between your legs like he knew he belonged there (you weren’t sure you could argue with that point).

he pumped his cock, grabbing one of your legs and pushing it back. precum leaked from his tip, length already fully hard, and sukuna was enjoying your gaze on him maybe a little too much. leg shoved back and in the air, you whimpered when he rubbed the head along you. you didn’t need prep after being fucked by his fingers earlier you supposed and you weren’t sure you’d even be patient enough to sit through him stretching you out any further with anything but his dick.

you wanted to feel it yourself and so you reached a hand out to wrap around the base, captivated by how he watched you as you thumbed the slit, breathing heavy but not saying anything, letting you do what you wanted.

you wanted it in you so badly.

when he opened his mouth in question, eyes flitting up to yours, you were quick to cut him off, already knowing what he was going to ask. “yes, i’m sure.” you didn’t know curses could actually be compassionate, and it was cute when his jaw locked hard at your confirmation and he nodded, shifting his gaze back to your hand.

you released his cock and sukuna set back to lining it up with you, grip on your leg locking the limb in place. you shivered under his hold and he grunted when the head nudged your entrance, slowly pushing in.

“fuck. take it. take it all in. fucking slut.” he sunk fully in in one motion, the pace enough not to have you screaming out at the stretch but making your breath catch in your throat all the same. “yes, just like that. a good bitch, that’s what you are, aren’t you? look at you.”

you didn’t even know what to think at this point, a shaky resemblance to his name tumbling from you, more so a moan than actual talking. you could feel him everywhere—so full, so overwhelmingly full.

shoving your leg back further until it was almost painful, cock bottomed out in you, sukuna snapped his fingers in front of your face. “i asked you a question, brat. or are you already too fucked out of your mind to answer?”

you couldn’t breathe, head heavy, and tried to nod in confirmation as you struggled to puzzle through his words, but then you shook your head to answer no—god, you were confused. what was the right answer? what was happening?

maybe you really were already too fucked out of your mind. you vaguely recalled his words from earlier and were able to form a somewhat coherent response. “a good bitch... yes, i a- wait.” what were you saying? first you let him fuck you and now you’re openly submitting to him? the curse that had nearly cost you and your friends your lives countless times?

pride wouldn’t let you go along with his little game even as your dripping pussy told a different story. “i’m not anything to you.”

sukuna scoffed, hips grinding into you as he leaned over you, hooking both of your legs over his shoulders and pressing them back, close to your head. “and here i thought we were actually starting to get along.” a mirthless laugh left him, both of you eye-to-eye now where you lay.

fire burning in your eyes, you were very much reminded why you hated him so much. a self-obsessed asshole was what he was. “i’m not exactly looking to be friends with the king of curses, you idiot.”

“but look at you now. you wanted this.” he licked a stripe up the side of your neck, pausing at the base of your jaw to grin and press a sweet kiss to the area. you shivered and your hands found his shoulders to grip onto. he wasn’t wrong about the wanting it part—the amount of times you’d fantasized about exactly this was concerning. “i wonder what would happen if your little friends knew about how you really felt. what’s that term you like to use? ‘fraternizing with the enemy?’”

sukuna laughed again when your expression fell, face hot at the reminder of the others. “i suppose this is considered a bit more than mere fraternizing though, hm?” he continued, smiling and kissing your cheek.

whatever. no one would find out anyway. expect... expect maybe... yuuji—what had happened to him anyway for this to happen? knowing him, he’d probably been too tired after the last mission and sukuna had easily switched in—the same mission that seemed to have set sukuna even further along in his fury against jujutsu sorcerers this night.

you weren’t dating yuuji per say (it was... complicated), so your qualms when it came to fucking the curse possessing him were... minimal to say the least. you wouldn’t have done it if you were already taken, couldn’t have done that to yuuji, sweet as he was. but even in spite of all that, sukuna was right... this whole thing was so... no, don’t think about it.

you didn’t care either way (...maybe)—you couldn’t let his words get to you.

“just move already.”

you heard him grumble, annoyed, and he propped himself up to hover above your face. “i was giving you time to adjust. you’re so ungrateful.”

and with that, sukuna snapped his hips into yours without another moment of hesitation and you dug your nails into his back, mouth open in a silent scream because fuck.

“ungrateful fucking brat.”

“more,” your voice was hoarse, focus narrowing in only on the way he was fucking you.

you weren’t sure if it was your words or his own desire that spurred him on, but he set a bruising pace from the start, the places where your hips met hurting every time he rammed back into you. he was marking up your neck, the area already feeling sensitive and oh-so overabused, yet you not wanting to tell him to stop.

sukuna’s hand wrapped around your neck again, the feeling familiar now and you clenched around him at the sensation, him growling when you did so. the slight squeeze of his fingers had you seeing stars, the light-headed feeling going straight to your building arousal.

just like before, his hand traveled up to squeeze your cheeks and he was hovering over your mouth again, lips brushing against your own from the momentum of his thrusts. “let me kiss you again.” sukuna’s eyes were dark, unreadable.

you were quick to act at that, not letting him lean down, but rather craning your neck up to latch onto him, moaning as your mouth fell open for him to push his tongue in. his hand released your face to travel down to tweak at your nipples and grip your breasts again, other hand holding your leg steady against him. “filthy fucking slut.” he forced the words into your mouth, speaking around your lips that kept chasing after him. “fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

sukuna’s attention returned to your neck, leaving you to gasp into the air and missing his warmth against your face. when his thumb found your clit, your breath hitched and you knew you so close to coming undone. the rubbing of his cock against just the right spots inside of you, filling you so wholly was not helping.

“su...kuna, please, i’m gonna—” you were babbling, chest heavy when his teeth sank into your shoulder, stinging. his wet kiss on the area was cooling, the contrast making your head tilt further back, wanting to give him easy access to whatever he wanted.

“i’ve got you.” he was whispering against the wet skin, voice low with his pants, and you shivered, digging your nails into his back even more. “come on, brat, you want to cum for me, don’t you?” yes, you did. the stretch, his hands everywhere at once, his scraping lips—yes, you wanted to let everything go.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you let yourself come undone, heat filling your chest. everything was him—that’s all you knew in this state.

“look at you, creaming all over my cock. god, you’re so pretty. pretty little slut.” the words just kept flowing as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own release.

when he finally came, your hole was aching, abused, the sound of skin against skin the only thing you could focus on, mind cloudy. his cum was hot and filling when it spilled into you, your stomach doing summersualts at the feeling. his pace gradually began to slow, the sopping sound of him fucking his cum into you as he rode out his own high the only sound besides your ragged breaths. when he eventually stopped, he was leaning over you, sweaty foreheads pressed together, and he pushed one final bruising kiss to your lips that you gladly returned.

you were panting, chest rising and falling unevenly. “fuck, oh my god.” you reached up pull him back into another kiss, needing something to hold onto. it was an easy kiss, no thought going into its form, just knowing that lips were meant to be on each other and slotted together. his lips were so soft, and his fingers along your side were so soft, and his chest against yours was so soft and you were absolutely lost to everything.

sukuna finally pulled back to let you breath, knowing you were probably stupid enough to just keep pulling him in more and more and ignoring your lung capacity until the very last second unless he stopped you.

chests heaving, you stared at each other and he brought a thumb up to rub at your swollen lips. you flicked your tongue out to lick at the digit playfully and smiled. a laugh bubbled out of you and he returned the grin, his own deep chuckle vibrating through you where you were still pressed against each other.

it was laughing that you moved to push him to roll off of you. “oh my god, i can’t believe we just-” the hand that gripped your wrist, your own hands still planted on his chest, stopped you immediately. his smile had morphed back into one that was anything but sweet.

you were suddenly aware of the ache in your legs where they were still pressed over his shoulders and the dull throbbing of your pussy as it begged for a break, him still not having pulled out—the look on his face told you that you wouldn’t be getting a break from those sensations any time soon.

“who said we’re done?” his teeth glinted in the moonlight and god the line was so cliche and he must’ve known you’d hate it so much. what you hated even more was the throb in your core at his words despite all that. “wanted to cum in you at least once, but your tits-” he paused to squeeze one of them for emphasis, “are looking a little too clean.” body covered in sweat and marks all over your chest from his handiwork made you think clean wasn’t exactly the correct description, although you understood his sentiment.

surprise ridden expression falling away, you rose to meet his challenge, your own grin reflecting back. how would it feel when he came on your stomach, on your face, on your ass—anywhere and everywhere? would it be the same feeling as before when he’d spilled inside of you? (would you get to taste it?)

the thought was horrible, you knew, but the trickle of white out of your hole around his cock and dripping onto the sheets made you think maybe it was okay to be horrible for once.

“do your worst, king.”

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