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lesson one: sensitive
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pairing: porn star!joel miller x f!reader
summary: under several notable circumstances, mr. miller finally decided that he'd be the best teacher for your first debut into sexual activities. even when all of it is to prepare you for your successful date.
word count: 5.4k (i know.. i went a little crazy on this lol)
warnings: explicit (18+), set in 2013, pre-outbreak, age gap (joel in mid 30's and reader in early 20's), inexperienced but not dumb reader, fingering, he's kinda mean, check umbrella warning on series masterlist
notes: i had so much fun writing this! tbh this one is super filthy compared to the other one so.. forgive me 🤲 COMMENT n REBLOG if u liked it
“I could take you home if you’d like. Pretty girls like you shouldn’t roam the street alone.”
Simon, more commonly referred to as Robotic Class Guy or French Fries, was surprisingly not half as bad as you thought he would be. He had all the height of a man but none of the bulk. From behind he could be easily spotted as someone in their late teens to early thirties, mostly blaming his horrid graphic tee and skinny jeans combo, but when he turned that face was all boy. His caramel hair flopped over his eyes in the way no office worker could get away with and on his wrist were bracelets in woven leather.
At first, you accepted his awkward invite out of spite.
Just to rid yourself of a certain plague festering upon your head, feasting on your brain cells so that you’d think of nothing but Mr. Miller in all his glory. Him with his tight worn-out jeans, spread open enough that you could see a naughty peak of his bulge, while he watched the soccer game. Him with his shirt off, bathing in the summer-induced moisture, while he mowed the front lawn and edged the curb. Him with his thumb parting your lips, looking at you like he’s about to consume you alive, but of course he didn’t.
At least now that Simon came around, you’d have a new port to anchor your boat on.
“No, thanks, I’m alright. My..”
Who was Mr. Miller to you again?
Your.. father? Absolutely not. Even if he’s taken you in as a part of the Miller family, just like how he used to say, you would feel like it’d be morbidly repulsive to deduce him to that particular role. For fuckssake, you stick a finger up your cunt every single week to the thought of him fucking you like one of his girls.
Then would a family friend be better of a word? Or should you just say that he’s a guardian of yours? But that’d be confusing, wouldn’t it? You glanced at your watch, counting the hour and minute hand as if it’d give you a revelation on how to answer Simon’s pop quiz.
“Someone promised to pick me up.”
That sure did sound ominous.
With a promise to leave a message to his cell once you’ve returned home safely, you stepped out of the quaint local restaurant. It was warm outside and you weren’t particularly fond of that. Heat has always been your mortal enemy; something about the musty scent of middle school boys’ armpits after PE class mixed in with the pungent perfumes they use to try and hide it has left you permanently traumatized. Your once-cheery mood had long evaporated along with any semblance of coolness. You tugged at the hem of your sundress, fanning yourself with your hand in a futile attempt to find relief from the stifling heat. This is hell!
Where was Mr. Miller?
Mr. Miller must've read your mind, because a honk quickly resonated. He was on the very corner of the parking lot; his large pickup truck looked hilariously out of place when compared to the array of city cars parked by his side. You swore you could see him grin from behind the shaded tint of his window, perhaps entertained at your almost too obvious annoyance. The thought made your heart jump and maybe even did a front-flip. God, you’re helpless!
As you beelined down the sidewalk and on to him, the heat seemed to intensify with every step. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead, causing your hair to stick in weird shapes. You just hope that his truck’s AC works.
“Hi.. Hi, Mr. Miller.”
“Hey, sweetheart. How was it?”
The nickname never ceased to exude so much power. ‘Sweetheart’ made you feel as if a tail had grown out right from the hilt of your ass and you had no other choice than to swish it around excitedly. You propped up one leg on the washed-off gray carpet, before swinging yourself into the vehicle in one go. The door closed behind with a loud thud. As you leaned back, you cringed at the feeling of your sweat-soaked dress clinging onto your skin. You felt like some marinated beef, sticky and in need of a quick shower.
“It was alright,” you hummed.
“Alright? Now that made me all the more curious,” he grinned, nudging your side with the edge of his elbow. “Com’on now. Tell me all about it, will ya?”
“Mr. Miller, are you trying to embarrass me?”
Mr. Miller’s soothing brown eyes that were stuck on the glittering street lights came flickering over to you, as if he’s actually afraid that perhaps he’s made you uncomfortable. His shoulders squared and his jaw slackened for just a split second as he tried to grasp for any nuance you’ve just given. You then smiled at him, relieving him of his worries.
It’s a little jarring to say that you think he’s quite cute. In the same way people find puppies cute, or those strawberry-shaped trinkets. He’s a little socially-awkward in his own way. Embarrassed to ask the waitress to bring his plate back, but would be confident bullying his cock into a tight cunt. Would definitely get kooky when asked to join a parents-teacher conference, but would whisper filthy things on the internet.
“I ain’t tryna make you embarrassed,” he huffed out. “I just wanna know you’re safe.”
How nice. If only he knew why you went on dates in the first place.
“He’s alright, Mr. Miller. Kind, decently groomed, respectful,” you replied, flicking through your Twitter feed mindlessly. “Better than most college guys.”
“Did he pick you up?”
Your forehead scrunched up. “I ordered a cab.”
“Did he at least get the door for you?”
“It’s not exactly the 1900’s, is it?” you quipped back at him.
He raised his eyebrows, waiting for your answer.
“If you’re that curious, then no.”
“Well then, did he pay for dinner?”
“No, well.. I did offer for us to split it,” you reasoned.
“Well, sweetie, he’s not too respectful. Is he?”
“Yeah.. but he’s cute.”
He’s cute and you’re desperate to get over Mr. Miller. Terribly so. At first, the entire situation with having your pornstar crush be the head of your host family was hilarious, it’s a joke written by itself. But then the desires went through the roof in a matter of weeks and you’re sure that you’d actually jump him one of these days. He’s attached to the back of your mind like some ghostly presence. Everything he said and done carved at your brittle wall of determination and one day it’s all going to fall apart like broken glass. You needed to stop it from happening.
There was a minute or so where he didn’t have anything to say. He hadn’t let go of the handbrakes either, though he appeared to be squeezing the leather cover of the steering wheel tighter.
“Cute ain’t enough for a man, sweetheart.”
Mr. Miller finally pushed down the handbrakes and released the pickup truck from the small parking lot. His large hands skillfully turned the wheels to fit through the tiny gaps, guiding the vehicle towards the open road. You shut your eyes for a good minute, then you let out a weighted sigh. Almost as if you’re a deflated balloon.
The drive was going to be a long one, considering the restaurant you’re on was in the heart of the town and Mr. Miller’s humble abode was more towards the outskirts. Would he continue preaching about the importance of Southern manners and being a gentleman? Because if he did, perhaps you’d just shut him up with a kiss.
“I’m just a little nervous,” you broke the silence.
“Because of the boy?”
“Sorta, yeah. It’s my first time..”
You clicked your phone shut, stuffing it on the cup holder next to the car stick. The entire conversation was making you nauseous. You had to press on the button on your left to slide down the windows in order to take in fresh air. Through the open window, a gentle breeze tousled the top of your hair, carrying with it the familiar scent of Summer in Austin. As he drove closer into the outskirts of town, the lights gradually faded behind into a sea of twinkling stars.
“First time in what?”
“In all this,” your hand motioned the idea abstractly.
“You’ve never dated?”
An enthusiastic grin snaked its way to his lips.
“I have! But it’s not- it’s not real. It’s middle school romance. We meet each other in the hallways, hold hands and giggle about it, then go on pizza dates,” you tried to explain. “I’ve never dated properly.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” you tousled your hair in frustration. “Just because, Mr. Miller. I’m not sure either. Maybe I’m just comfortable in my own little bubble?”
“Then this boy.. What’s his name again?”
“Simon.”
“Right, Simon. Are you thinking of dating Simon properly?”
“Maybe,” you muttered.
“Maybe I could teach you,” he paused. “Well, that is if you’d like this old man to teach you old tricks.”
Your hands tightly clutched the edge of your seat. A rise of bile disturbed your throat's peace as a knot of anxiety started to form in your stomach. This is what you’re working towards.
You didn’t want to admit it, because admitting means legitimizing what you had in mind, but you were hoping for him to offer you help in any way that he felt was right. Despite your.. odd relationship with him, he was your guardian and you’ve seen the way he dealt with all Sarah’s problems with soft-spoken words and fair actions. You trusted him to help you delve into this new world of adult romance, but it’s not like you’re expecting for him to agree on it. Shit, shit, shit! You couldn’t think straight.
“Com’on then. Tell me what you’re so nervous of.”
“You’re gonna laugh at me,” you groaned.
“I’m not!”
“You are,” you persisted.
“Fine. I promise not to laugh.”
You took a deep breath. The single word sticky on the end of your tongue.
“Sex.”
The pickup truck swerved.
To your surprise, instead of howling and laughing at your lack of experience, he was quiet. Awfully so to the point where you think you’d rather have him laugh at your patheticness instead of giving you the cold shoulder. You rolled the window back up, giving him your full attention as you waited for him to do something. He looked tense; the grip he had on the steering wheel was so tight you could see the leather developing crescent-shaped marks. What was he thinking of?
“Do I.. do I have to give you the talk?”
“God, no! Mr. Miller, I’m not clueless,” you looked horrified that he even considered giving you the birds and the bees talk. “I am, but I know what happens.”
The hours you’ve spent analyzing each and every one of his videos surely made an impact on how you view sex. Perhaps not the most accurate one, since you were merely looking through a 720p video and not being present in the scene, but you knew how sex goes. How it starts, what arousal looks like, what appears to feel good and what doesn’t, and how good an orgasm looks like when induced by another person. Mr. Miller might not be aware of how much he’s taught you. Not directly, but in a cause-and-action kind of way.
“Then what are you afraid of?” he hummed.
“Making a mistake,” you muttered dejectedly. “Of it not feeling good.”
A beat passed.
“Do you..” he struggled to speak properly. “Do you want me to teach you?”
What were you thinking! It was one thing to harbor intense, disgustingly filthy feelings towards a man who perceived you as an addition to his family, but it was another thing to act on it desperately. Your mind reeled back towards the exact moment when you agreed on his proposition. How you agreed on it instantly as if it wasn’t even a question, how you nodded your head miserably as if you were afraid that you’d miss this one chance, how you buckled your knees at the thought.
God, how pathetic can you be! You didn’t remember much after such a cathartic turn of events. All you managed to compile in that pretty little head of yours was that he took a different interchange, then slipped onto a highway towards.. whatever this place was.
It was on the outskirts of town. Opposite to where he lived. Big trees grew tall and heavy as they provided a mystique veil for the trailer house. You remembered the shade of peeling paint covering the outside, sky blue. The lanterns provided ample lighting for it to be spotted from a distance, but not enough to attract rowdy attention. Mr. Miller told you to come inside first while he secured his pickup truck properly. He mentioned a thing or two about racoons or squirrels, but you were too high off adrenaline to even notice. Being in the property, you instantly knew where you were.
This was his lair.
Where he shoots his videos, where he invites all his pretty co-stars to make them moan and whimper about how good his cock felt and how deep it went, where he edits those striking millennial-core thumbnails. Your throat grew dry and you began to think if it’s time to bail. He’d understand, wouldn’t he? Mr. Miller would just take you home and forget about it. Then, by next summer, you’d be out of his hair and he’d never even think about it.
A creak sounded from the front door. You jumped.
“Hi, sweetheart. You okay?”
You nodded. Your entire body went cold, especially the tips of your fingers and toes as you saw him come close. One step at a time. Almost as if he’s trying to make sure he doesn’t scare you too much. Mr. Miller looked awfully big up close. You never seemed to notice this entirely when you see him around the house, but when he’s confined in this miniscule trailer house, he looked massive. His presence towered over every last bit of your confidence. It’s surely crumpling - your confidence - slowly dissipating into thin when he was flushed against your chest.
“I’m okay, Mr. Miller.”
He pulled a foldable chair from one of the open compartments, before taking a seat on it. He spread his legs, as always, and had this look in his eyes.
“You sure you wanna do this?” he paused, before resuming. “You could tell me you don’t feel like doin’ this anymore and I could take you home. Won’t talk about it anymore if you don’t wanna.”
“I.. I want to do this, Mr. Miller.”
“Are you sure? There ain’t no pressure in this. I’m simply here to help you, sweetheart, so if you feel like-”
“I get it, okay, I get it. I trust you. A lot. And I know you’d be the best person to teach me.”
What were you even saying? This was straight out of your wildest wet dreams and perhaps that’s why you’re so adamant about it. You watched silently as he contemplated his choices. Mr. Miller scratched his beard for a short while, his gaze focused beyond you and you could almost watch in real-time how his morals and values crumbled onto the creaky floorboards. He stood up from his small chair and headed right towards where you were standing idly. Is this what May felt like in those videos?
“Alright, sweetheart. I ain’t a vocal man so this is gonna be challenging even for me,” he chuckled gruffly. “Every man has their way of settlin’ with their ladies, but I like ‘em stripped off their clothing first. So will you be a pretty thing and do that for me?”
For a second, you were as still as a rock. Entirely not used to having the person who initiated many if not all of your orgasms giving you these orders in real life. He’s right there in front of you, flesh and bones, telling you to strip off your clothing. It felt like a fever dream. You must’ve had a weird look on your face, because a grin started to form on those chapped lips of his.
Conscious of the mistake, you quickly reacted. Almost skittishly in a way as you pulled on the zipper that’s located on your right ribs. Your fingers fumbled with one another, as if it’s been braided into one, but you managed to loosen it after a few attempts. You slipped your right arm under the spaghetti straps, before you slipped the other one. The only thing holding your modesty together was your one arm that’s holding onto the support-less front flap of your sundress.
“Com’on now. It’s just me. You can act shy and adorable around Simon, but not this old man,” he teased.
You nodded, hesitantly letting your arms fall to the side. The terribly warm weather encouraged you not to wear a bra. Although you wondered if 3 PM you knew that you’re going to be engaging in some promiscuous agenda this evening. You looked up into his eyes for some kind of guidance, in which he responded with a curt nod, before you tugged on the dress so that it’d slide onto the floor.
Now the only piece of modesty you’re wearing is your plain white panties. Your breasts were entirely exposed, cold nipples firming up as it reacted to the change of temperature. This is embarrassing! Mr. Miller was being incredibly methodical in the ways in which he approached the situation, lacking sloppy mouthy kisses and feverish touches.
“Smart girl,” he complimented, almost on instinct. “Let’s get on the bed, yeah?”
You moved adjacent to him. Mr. Miller was gentle when he patted the spot next to him, allowing you to settle down properly while he fixed a pillow behind your back. To think that you’re positioned on the same bed where you’ve witnessed him please an array of girls made you feel some sort of way. A hitch in your heart, a twitch in your hole. You’ve never witnessed him this gentle. He’s always fond of establishing the power he held on the dynamic he’s presented, always telling girls what to do in quick succession and calling them humiliating names if they fail to do as told. With you, he was sweet and rather funny.
“In my experience, one of the things girls like the most is to be withdrawn from control,” he spoke up into the thick air. You didn’t miss the way his eyes cruised along your beaded nipples, or the way it watched you with feral precision. “Of course, it depends on the person. But you. I think you’re a sensitive one, are you?”
You nodded obediently.
“Cross your arms behind your back,” he ordered and watched closely as you followed suit. “Lean back onto the pillow.”
You copied his order. Only then did your finicky brain finally compute that you’re limited off your movements now. With your body weight acting like paper weight for your arms, it’d be impossible for you to react in quick time.
“Good girl.”
His mindless comment made you tighten your thighs together.
“I’m gonna touch you, okay?” he whispered gently. You could watch how he’s slowly approaching you with much caution. His arms caged you in as it dug into the tangled sheets next to you. He’s testing the currents, making sure you’re fully consenting to the experience before he makes any mistake that might ruin your perception of sex. “Ask your little friend to touch you slowly. None of that frisky aimless touching. If he pulled on your nipples and called it a day, I’d leave his ass.”
This little routine he had, the one Wicked Fantasies had, was memorized into your head and to watch it take place right in front of you made you ecstatic. He caressed the side of your face. Gently even with those big, large fingers of his, he managed to take up a good portion of your cheek. Mr. Miller then made his way to your lips. He swiped it once over your upper lip, then another time over your thicker bottom lip. You’d anticipate for him to stick his thumb in deep enough so that he could see your uvula properly, but he didn’t. Instead, he settled on pressing down your tongue as if to pin it against the lower floor of your mouth. A good amount of saliva was collected that when he pulled away, a lewd string remained intact.
“Do you know why I like pinning a girl’s tongue down?” he queried to increase comfort in a way.
“No,” you whispered breathlessly. “Why?”
“It makes ‘em docile,” he muttered. “Encourages submission and I like a pretty girl who listens.”
Mr. Miller’s fingers dragged through the curves and texture of your warm skin, leaving goosebumps on his wake, before he finally reached your two perky nubs. Each one hardened before he could give them the treatment they both deserved, which in a way broke his routine, but instead of being irritated, he appeared to be pleased.
Girls in his videos weren’t as sensitive as you. They didn’t get riled up just by a little touching and teasing. Seeing you like this was a refreshing touch. One that made the wrinkles on his forehead ripple as his eyebrows quirked. He circled his calloused finger around where the pigmentation started. Once, twice. Right until he was merciful enough to press against the apex of your nipples.
You squirmed.
“So sensitive, are you?” he cooed. “Tell Simon to play with your sensitive little nipples, hm? You look like you could cum just by this.”
“O-oh please!”
“Please?”
You couldn’t respond. Not when he’s rolling the most sensitive part of your nipples between the pads of his thumb and the side of his pointer finger. Touching your breasts with your own nimble hands felt nothing like what he’s doing right now. You instinctually grinded your leaking pussy down onto the bed, almost like an animal in heat.
“Poor thing couldn’t even tell me what she wants. What would Simon think, hm? A girl with no self control like you,” he hummed. Mr. Miller quickly held onto your thighs so that you’d stop rocking onto the bed and getting off from pleasure he’s not offering. Your eyes met his, searching for help, but the sweet and respectful Mr. Miller wasn’t there anymore. “Alright now, sweetheart. You have ta make sure that you’re thoroughly aroused before thinkin’ of even touchin’ this place.”
“You’re new at this,” he hummed. His fingers slipped off the hold he had on your nipples before it slid down your stomach and settled precisely above your clothed clitoris. “It’s gonna hurt bad if you’re not properly lubricated. Sex is supposed to be fun, not painful so if some guy tells you that it’s supposed to hurt, don’t listen to his dumb shit.”
Mr. Miller was incredibly informative if you put aside the fact that he’s touching you in all the right places that it’s making you go dumb. He spent the time explaining why an action must be provided and how to perform it, when you know for a fact that this is not what he’s used to doing. Wicked Fantasies was known to be straight with words, using minimal sentences to provide his co-stars with just the right amount of information. You could tell he’s holding back the urge to be meaner, to act the way he likes, just for you to be more comfortable.
“Let’s take a look, shall we? You think I did a good job, darlin’?”
It’s dark out. There’s only one source of light that’s present in the room. A small bedside lamp in the shape of an elephant, Sarah’s favorite animal that’s grown to be yours as well. This session with him felt intimate; you’d expect for him to bring out the bright light panels and reflectors just like in those videos you watched of him, but instead, he mostly depended on the moonlight rays.
You were acutely aware of how those dark eyes of his mirrored your own. The way he studied you was unlike any other, not with an invasive intent, but rather with heed. You watched as he hooked his fingers on each side of your panties. Slowly dragging it down, only to stop to wait for you to ease your thighs upwards.
“Look at you,” he chuckled. “I’m right about you bein’ sensitive. Don’t think we need any lube when your pussy looks like this.”
By instinct, you brought your thighs together, shy that he’s observing you with such vulgar intensity. He hummed out a tone of disapproval and quickly placed his arms on both of your knees, prying the two apart as if he’s opening a stubborn can of bolognese. You bit your bottom lip, stifling the noise of embarrassment.
Anxiety bubbled up inside of you. You wondered if you looked okay down there - no other men had seen it besides him! - or if there was something strange that caused him to halt. There was a lewd string of sticky arousal pooling on the center of your panties. You silently watched as it stretched and broke as Mr. Miller pulled the thin fabric away.
“You’re soaked, sweetie,” he teased.
“Mr. Miller, that’s- that’s embarrassing..”
“You like to touch yourself, don’t you?”
Your eyes flickered towards his direction in fear. Has he discovered your incurable obsession for him and his erotic videos? That couldn’t be, could it? There’s no scientific correlation between being extremely aroused with masturbation as far as you’re aware, but the confidence he exude made you doubt yourself. Mr. Miller moved in a painfully slow tempo, taking his time to caress your inner thighs and stomach before even considering touching you where it ached. His calloused fingers felt different against your skin. It left a fiery trail in its wake.
“No, I don’t,” you lied with a breathless squeak.
“It’s okay if you like to touch yourself, y’know,” he whispered as if taunting you. “Girls who like to touch themselves understand themselves better.”
Mr. Miller finally touched you properly. His pointer finger probed against your clitoris, touching in the lightest feathery manner possible that you couldn’t have felt it if you weren’t concentrating. Your hips followed the brief source of pleasure, only to be disappointed when you notice that he wasn’t there. He pulled his finger close to his mouth and made a big show out of it. The way your arousal glistened under the pale moon rays, Mr. Miller teased you with his expressions and mannerism. He dipped the stained finger in his lips to have a good taste while keeping eye contact.
“Please touch me.”
“What was that, sweetheart?” he hummed.
“Please touch me again. It feels go-”
You were cut off immediately when he lazily drew a perfect circle on top of your hooded clit.
“Fuck, please, please, sir.”
Ah, he liked that. He liked the new name you’ve granted him. Mr. Miller was kind enough to resume what he was doing. His finger descended down onto your throbbing hole to gather a good amount of slick before he brought it up to aid his ventures.
“The best way to feel good is controlled pleasure. It feels better to be denied than to receive boring continual pleasure, so..” he paused his movement all together. “I’m gonna teach you a little game.”
“A little game..” you sounded like you’re about to cry from his sudden withdrawal.
“Count to ten, properly. Then I’ll reward you with more. If you fail, then we gotta start from the very beginning,” he explained. His warm breath fanning over your sensitive clit. “You think you can do that, pretty girl?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll start now.”
“One, two..”
You felt how he made his laps around your nub. It was much more intense than the pleasures you’ve initiated before. Compared to rutting against a pillow, grinding against a bedpost, or laying under the tub’s running water, this felt like an entire new experience. You fought to keep still, but it’s gradually getting harder when his finger starts prodding against your tight little hole.
“Three, four. Please, Mr. Miller. Oh god,” you whimpered by accident. He didn’t like that one bit by the look he gave you. There weren’t rules and promises to this, no dynamic the two of you have agreed on, but you couldn’t help but be terrified of his disapproval. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, sir.”
“From the start,” he ordered.
“One, two, three..”
You could barely remember the numbers in your head despite encountering them almost every day of the week. You’re a smart girl, knows your ways around things, but being touched by Mr. Miller makes you go all dumb.
“Four, five, six..”
Your thighs began to twitch and spasm. You catched the way he pulled back the hood to your clit to get a more direct touch. It was working wonders as the sensation now is a lot more electrifying. Arousal dribbled down your twitching hole and onto the crack of your rear, wetting the sheets beneath you with the sticky clear substance.
“Seven, eight, n- nine!”
You jutted your hips out when his fingers brushed over your clit once more, the sensitive bundle of nerves extra aware of his presence, and he managed to hold you back once more. He’s forgiving. You knew he’d punish his co-stars if they couldn’t stay still like you, but he let this one slide. He continued rubbing slow, tight circles only to alter into an eight shape.
“Ten.”
The ultimatum. It has arrived, your key to heaven.
“Smart girl,” he cooed, never actually stopping. “This little hole of yours looks neglected, hm?”
“Yes, pleasepleaseplease.”
“Touch your clit slowly like I taught you,” he ordered. “You can do that can you, sweetheart?”
You nodded, distraught and ruined. With his sweet permission, you pulled one arm out from your back and rested it right above your clit. Slow and steady. Just like how he ordered. Mr. Miller on the other hand was slicking up his pointer finger with his tongue. Fuck, that looks so god damn hot.
He had pressed his sole finger deep into your warmth with no hesitation whatsoever. The combination of his calloused finger against your walls and the golden freckles inside his narrowed irises had you reaching out for his forearm. Your nails came in contact with his skin as you dug upon it, crescent shapes formed in pinkish shades atop his skin. You had to sit up as the only way you’re getting through this is by leaning on his sturdy arm.
“Oh, you like that, huh? Filthy girls like you love to get their holes filled?”
What you didn’t expect was having him press a second finger in. His one finger was thicker than what you’re used to, but two fingers? That makes you an overachiever for sure. You looked up to meet his eyes frantically. You knew he wouldn’t be kind enough to withdraw the action when his mind is already set on it, but it was worth the try. He cocked his head arrogantly as he pursued his plans. Mr. Miller’s middle finger was a tight fit. Barely able to slip past the ring of muscles. Though when he did manage to get himself in, a loud moan escaped your lips.
“Mr. Miller. I can’t- I’ve never- never taken two fingers!”
“I know you can do it, sweetheart,” his free hand went over to run over your sweaty hair, admiring every inch of you. “You wanna please that boy, don’t you? Little Simon?”
He was skillful with his fingers, perhaps from his job requirements. Although it’s still incredible how he managed to have you squirming, yelling how you’re about to cum in a matter of seconds. All he did was switch between pumping the two in you, creating the filthiest sounds, and reaching upwards to hit that certain spot of yours. You rubbed your clit with much concentration as you followed after his thrusts.
“Mr- oh.. Mr. Miller! I’m gonna cum, sir.”
“You’re gonna do that for me?” he grinned, pushing his fingers into you as deep as they could go. He maintained a steady pace, emphasizing pressure on that spongy spot up top that you’ve never managed to reach with your stubby fingers. “Pretty girl gonna cum from my fingers?”
“Yes, yes.. sir. Please.”
“Cum for me, darlin’” he whispered. “Show me how good you can be.”
Oh god, you're in a lot of trouble.
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I wonder if it's ok to ask but are there any yandere games you're planning on doing a review in the future ? (I'm looking for some to play but it's hard to find them)
Oof, man there is a lot. Since the #yanjam is still in session, there's been a lot of different entries slowly being added (I'm wondering if I can even finish my game, hahaha. I hope so.) as well as a general influx of r18 visual novels as well. I can give you some that I'll be doing in the future that you can check out.
I'll be separating them with r18 games and regular games since r18 visual novels are basically it's own genre at this point.
R18 Yandere Visual Novels
Yandere Island/Weathering Feelings by @mari-0w0 - my friend Mari's two games. Weathering Feelings is mostly just a quiz currently, but will include three different therapists you can date, while Yandere Island has a demo out with up to one day currently out.
Ai-yo Kogane san by @crystalcrynight - a pretty expansive game considering that it's only one day so far. About Mizuna waking up and losing their memory, with Gold who claims to be their best friend.
Duality by @dualityvn - about dating two yanderes that share the same body, Keith, a florist and Tenebris, a blue monsterish looking guy. I'm finally being fed with sub yanderes, thank goodness.
Broken Colors by @inkly-heart - I was waiting for this one to come out and boy does it deliver. Even as a demo it's very well polished, but I've always been based since I've liked their artwork for a while.
Bared Teeth by @baredteethvn - as well as the other game currently in development called @flavorfeelvn whenever it comes out. Currently a bit short, but it's a cute game so far.
Sterile Desires by @sterile-desires - I've been sort of sitting on this one for a while after my first playthrough cuz boy was I not expecting whatever happened to happen. I promise I will finish it and actually write a review on it. It's pretty good so far though.
Honey Hotline by @ringringringbananafone - as well as other games that they've made (though the yandere in those are nonbinary, but still fun to play). Fone is a pretty cool yandere and he has a cute cat, enough said.
...and like a lot more I have yet to play. Pretty much every male yandere game in the yanjam I will likely write a review on, and if you see me following your game blog, chances are I'm waiting on a demo or have a review of your demo floating around in my drafts. And if not.... Don't worry. I will find you. There's no escape.
Yandere Visual Novel
The Science of Staying Awake by @tsosagame - a surreal but really cool game and also finally I'm being fed pathetic yanderes again. The yandere in this one is actually pretty terrifying in some ways despite being a pathetic mess.
Please Don't Hate Christmas by rice love coffee - this one is completely Christmas themed which I thought was pretty cool. Since it was translated from Chinese, there is a lot of SNOWFLAKE ISLAND that you get to read, which is fun.
Colorful Mirai: Spooky Edition by Honey Bunny -this one is actually a spin off of the Colorful Mirai games and (from what I can tell) contains two yanderes. Very well made, and I enjoyed it a lot.
Froot Basket: Dark Chocolate by @xxmissarichanxx - the prequel to Froot Basket: Valentine in the pov of the yandere himself. They really outdid themselves with this game and I'm waiting for the walkthrough to make sure I got as much out of the game before writing a full review.
Tentador Leches by Karmic Punishment - as well as In Your Nature, whenever it comes out. This one is a bit more ambiguous, but I thought it was at least a pretty fun time.
Dawn of the Damned by @melancholy-marionette - I swear, Marionette, I have been playing your games, I've been procrastinating on writing recs for them. As per usual, a fun game with male yanderes in it, what more could you want.
Pretty Boy Panic by @bingzi-pancakelord - creator of Pocket Lovers! about having to deal with a bunch of guys that live around your apartment, who are yandere for you. I finished Li's route and then promptly kept getting distracted, so I'll need to play through the other two's routes soon.
Even besides the ones I know have yandere in it, there are also a bunch I have to actually play to make sure there is one since I like to make sure that there is one. Sometimes it's just guessing, but it does occasionally pull out a pretty cool game! Anyways, I hope this is a good list for you to start out on. I'm just going to sit on my 70+ drafts and hope that I can finish my game in time.
#male yandere#yandere#yandere boy#recommendations#asks#lists#i forgot theres also games in my asks that I have to play through that I didn't add to this list whoops
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Hi I dont really remember your ocs but I really want to meet them! Who is right now on the radar? or maybe who is your fave? can you tell me something about them in a few sentences?
hiii! so there's a couple groups of them:
saints for girls: my fake little emo band, they have the most information publicly available about them: if you check out the blog and take the "which character are you" quiz, they have little descriptions at the end :)
my muses' muse: this is the story of two of my characters, aster blake and lilah medina. aster is a horror-obsessed painter in their late 20s. they're generally pretty anxious, not very talkative, and they don't trust very easily. most of their paintings stem from dreams, most of which are about their own death (very cute, very fun). lilah is a 35* year old multidisciplinary artist, she does a fair amount of painting + printmaking + drawing. she's much more charismatic than aster, but she's EXTREMELY guarded around people, particularly about her past. both of them are very stubborn and nosy about the people around them (though aster hates to admit it; lilah has come to terms with this lol). the two of them meet through an artist residency at the fischer house, named after lewis fischer, a beloved maritime printmaker who disappeared very suddenly one night before his final exhibition, and is presumed dead at this point. also lilah's a vampire <3
signals: jeanne, my beloved <3 she's the main character, very imaginative and sensitive, desperately wants love and affection but doesn't know how to actually get it from the people in her life, so she goes inside her own head instead. she wears headphones constantly for this reason (+ also i think she has pretty bad misophonia), which is how she initially hears God trying to talk to her
nimo, the techxorcist: i haven't actually finished a drawing of them, which is sick and twisted honestly, but they're in an alternate reality sci-fi future where generally society has gone really futuristic, but because of how much companies and governments use the new stuff to monitor and control people, there's a growing population that's gone back to using early internet era tech...which is now super haunted. for whatever reason, nimo can see and commune with the tech ghosts/spirits/demons, and so they travel around doing that! personality wise though theyre pretty standoffish, honestly they don't like people that much generally which is why they're so gravitated toward the tech LOL. they're also very imaginative though, they're able to problemsolve their way out of almost everything. almost nocturnal. very pale because they don't go outside a lot.
it ends with august: this story has been like assembled and taken apart like four times now so i don''t wanna commit to anything super concrete just yet 😭 but, right now, the titular august is an anxious mess to be honest (kind of a theme among my people i guess sldfslfk). he comes from a family of grifters (mainly his dad and grandfather) who fake spiritual and psychic powers and make their money by selling like, self help books and counseling sessions and that sort of thing. august, however, DOES actually have some sort of psychic powers, growing stronger by the day without him doing anything or wanting them (its almost like a parasitic thing, it becomes unclear as to who is actually controlling who). right nowww the actual story "it ends with august" takes place when august is 27, he went to college majoring in english + is now a librarian in a moderately big city, but has to go back to his small coastal home town because of some psychic shenanigans. lucky's also a pretty big part of the story, he reads as a sterotypical jock-y guy on first meeting, but he has a lot more going on. he went to college through a football scholarship, but had a career-ending injury in his senior year, and had to go back to the small town ever since. lucky + august went to school together, and were pretty good friends until Something Happened, after which they became really estranged...but because they both end up back home, they start being in each others orbits again and well...yknow
those are the main ones! i'm working on some others, too, mainly for the graveyard shift, but it's so not concrete at the moment that i can't even rly talk about them yet LOL. my favorites tend to change from month to month, although typing all these descriptions out made me realize how much i miss august and the techxorcist, so i might need to make art for both of them and their stories soon 😭
#asks#my ocs#saints for girls#my muses muse#signals#the techxorcist#it ends with august#<- i Just realize how close that is to a c*ll**n h**v*r book title so.. might change with to something else SLDKFJ#ref#i have also drawn most of these people--you can find scattered drawings of them on my bloggg
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oh hey is it time to go watch old media until the writer's strike is over
welp here's my list, i highly recommend adding onto it or making your own
sit-coms
Better Off Ted (office comedy about a pretty decent guy who manages the R&D department of your standard big capitalist (evil) company. absurd, sincere, and blessedly not nihilistic.)
Golden Girls (four older women living together. openly touched upon topics like gay people are human beings actually and so are people without houses. and this was in the 80s.)
Murphy Brown (Reporter/news presenter workplace comedy. i like eldin)
WKRP (set in a radio station, this one is a pain to find unedited anywhere because of music licensing nonsense)
Designing Women (i haven't actually watched much of this yet but i heard it's pretty good so i'm listing it here in hopes i'll remember to check it out)
british panel / comedy shows (ok so they're like game shows, except the prizes range from useless to nonexistent, all the contestants are comedians, and nobody really cares that much who wins. ,fair warning though, these are british. so you're just gonna get a certain amount of jokes that are like "yup an old cishet white dude sure did write that")
Would I Lie to You (contestants make ridiculous claims and the opposing team has to guess if it's real or not)
8 out of 10 Cats does Countdown (not "8 out of 10 Cats". not "Countdown". specifically "8 out of 10 cats does countdown". yes this is important)
Taskmaster (five contestants perform a series of increasingly silly tasks to try to score points)
Big Fat Quiz of the Year / Decade (a series of long quiz specials where comedians often fail, intentionally or otherwise, to answer questions)
crime/detective/spy shows (cw copaganda. bc that's the entire genre)
Columbo (did you know it's ALL on the internet archive? for FREE?)
Simon and Simon (private investigators who are also brothers, a bit more on the fun side. pretty good for the 80s, but be warned you're still gonna get some dopey tropes like ableism in certain episodes.)
Rockford Files (ex-convict PI. doesn't like guns, friends with his dad. cynical but can't help helping people most of the time. we love to see it. like the two above, it's older but it holds up)
Brooklyn 99 (much like columbo, everybody already knows this one)
Burn Notice (recent ex-spy stuck in miami tries to get his job back. an unfortunate amount of ogle-y filler shots. I liked the first 4 seasons and low key recommend stopping after it, but everybody's mileage varies.)
and finally, because i know who i a:
cartoons
Motorcity (what if the only answer to an oppressive conformist society was UNDERGROUND TEENS WITH CARS and it looked AMAZING and it was KILLED AFTER 20 EPISODES BECAUSE THERE IS NO GOD)
Storm Hawks (what if the only answer to a returning evil empire was SKY TEENS WITH AIRPLANE MOTORCYCLES, side note this is like the only time i've ever seen stylized 3D animation in a way that just looks? good?? i would love to see more stuff try this kind of direction instead of aiming for anime or realism)
Generator Rex (a teen with TRANSFORMING MUTANT MACHINE POWERS fights alongside a kinda sus organization to try to save others who have transformed into dangerous mutants. i haven't finished this one and im not a fan of the monkey character but dam this show kinda slaps)
Teen Titans (TEEN SUPERHEROES. i have a soft spot for this show. it was my first superhero show as a kid and still mostly holds up as good fun)
Spectacular Spider-Man (spider-man has a lotta cartoons by now but this is up there near the top i feel)
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (it's PRETTY it's CUTE it's FUNNY and only has a few episodes i would outright skip. i stopped enjoying it by the last couple seasons but i still think it's worth a watch if you haven't yet)
Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THIS WORLD WATCH THIS SHOW DEAR GODS IT LOOKS INCREDIBLE IT'S SO MUCH FUN AND I LOVE MY IDIOT SONS SO MUCH AND THEN IT PUNCHES YOU RIGHT IN THE EMOTIONS WHEN YOU AREN'T EXPECTING IT-)
and Bluey. watch Bluey.
AIGHT THAT'S IT FOR NOW honestly i could add more to this but my memory ain't that good
✨enjoy✨
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Weird
Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Thirteen
A JSE Fanfic
Time to visit the boys again and see what they’re up to! Everyone, including Stacy, meets up to talk about what they saw at the planetarium, and they come to the conclusion that more people must know about the strange stuff going on in town. Jackie volunteers to check it out a second time. Then, some time later, Marvin and JJ get a visitor in the middle of the night. And yeah. Fun :D
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Though Chase, Stacy, and Marvin had filled JJ and Schneep in on their little adventure, they all agreed that Jackie needed to know, too. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t know just because he hadn’t gone on the field trip. Chase texted him on the bus ride home, saying, Hey its chase. Some weird stuff just happened at the planetariam n we need to talk about it. When can we meet up with u?
Jackie responded later that day. My dad wants me to focus on my school stuff this year so Im pretty busy. But on Friday I can meet you guys at Zellys around 5. Thats the soonest time. Also its spelled planetarium.
Chase didn’t think that last comment was fair. He knew how it was spelled, he just blanked in the moment.
Friday worked out for everyone, even Stacy. Though Chase heard her mutter something about how it would be tough to convince her parents. He briefly considered going ahead without her if she couldn’t make it, but that wouldn’t be fair. After what happened in that weird planetarium basement, Stacy was in this, same as the boys.
The rest of the week passed without anything of note happening. Chase felt a little nervous in his Chemistry class, since Mrs. Karter had been one of the adults they’d overheard talking in the basement. That made him feel... What was the word? Uneasy. That’s it. He felt uneasy around her. After all, they had no idea what she or that other man had been talking about. Why did they know about the planetarium basement? Did they know about the rest of the stuff going on around town? About Anti and the greenlight? There was no way to know. Mrs. Karter didn’t act weird. She was just another teacher. Most of the kids thought she was nice, but Chase couldn’t feel that way.
On Friday, Chase asked Mom if he and Schneep could meet up with their friends at Zelly’s. She said yes, as long as they didn’t fill up on ice cream. After all, five o’clock was close to their usual dinnertime at six. Chase promised they wouldn’t eat too much. But really, he didn’t believe you could eat too much ice cream. Schneep promised and actually meant it. In fact, he lectured Chase about “nutrients” and “balance” on the car ride to Zelly’s, something Mom found funny. Sometimes Chase still couldn’t believe Schneep was related to him.
Zelly’s had been extremely crowded during the summer, but business had died down now that kids were in school and families didn’t have time to go out for ice cream. It was still pretty full. Many of the tables had people, but at least there wasn’t a line at the door. Chase could easily pick out the booth where Marvin and JJ were waiting. He and Schneep hurried over there. “Hey guys,” he said. “What’s up?”
“Uhhhhh not much,” Marvin said.
Chase waited for him to keep talking, but... that was all he wanted to say, apparently. An awkward silence passed between the four boys as Schneep and JJ instinctively also waited. Then JJ started signing, as if to make up for his brother’s quietness. Classes are really picking up by now, aren’t they? The first week of school is an easy period. But now the teachers are starting to get serious. I’ve already had a pop quiz in English, though the teacher said it was more to test our starting knowledge.
“Oh yeah, I had one of those in math!” Chase nodded. He sat down in the booth, sliding onto the bench across from the twins. “It was really tough. I mean, how do people expect us to remember stuff after months?”
“Chase, are you a goldfish?” Schneep asked, sitting down next to him.
“Huh? No, why the heck would you say that?”
“Because a goldfish has a memory of three months,” Schneep said. “And human memory lasts for a lot longer.”
Marvin laughed. “Wait, really? I thought goldfish only had a few seconds of memory.”
“That is a common, ah... miscon—m-misconseep—misconsahhh... mistake.”
Misconception? JJ asked, spelling out the word.
“Yes, that! How do you say that out loud?”
“Misconception,” Chase said.
“Mis-con-cep-tion,” Schneep repeated, sounding it out carefully. “Well, where is Jackie? And Stacy?”
We haven’t seen her, but Jackie is just getting off of work here, JJ explained. We saw him walking around while we were waiting. He said he’d be here soon.
“Great! Oh, you got menus.” Chase picked one up, despite already knowing what he wanted to get. “Mom gave us ten pounds to buy stuff, and I have a few quarters in case we go over.”
“Quarters?” Marvin repeated, confused.
“Oh, sorry, uh... I’ve never really gotten used to the money here.” Chase reached into his pocket and pulled out some loose coins. “I mean these ones.”
10p coins, JJ said, leaning forward for a better look. And one 20p.
“Riiight, right.”
Silence fell at the table once again. Chase looked down at the menu, not sure what else to do. Why did things feel so... different?
“Why are you guys so quiet?”
He looked up again, and there she was: Stacy. She was wearing a pink T-shirt layered over a white tank top, a ruffly skirt, jeans, and her signature pink glasses. “Hi,” Chase said.
“Hi. It’s weird that you’re just sitting here.” Stacy looked back and forth between the two benches in the booth. Clearly trying to figure out where to sit herself. One bench: Marvin and JJ. The other: Chase and Schneep. She chose the one with Chase and Schneep. “Like, you guys talk a lot.”
“I don’t talk a lot,” Chase muttered.
“I mean as a group. You’re some of the most talky boys out there.” Stacy rolled her eyes. “Anyway. My family’s here. They’re probably watching us right now. So don’t be weird.”
“Right, don’t be weird, guys.” Marvin’s tone was oddly flat.
“Wait, no I didn’t mean it like that!” Stacy protested. “It’s like, my parents were really weird about me hanging out with a bunch of boys, and Mom kept asking if I liked any of you, and then Roxy was teasing me and trying to get me to tell her which one of you I liked, so I when I said don’t be weird, I really mean don’t do anything that would make my family think I liked one of you.”
Now Marvin looked vaguely confused. “You don’t want your family to know you like us?”
“No, I mean... like like,” Stacy stressed. “Like... boyfriend-girlfriend.”
“Ohhhh.” Marvin nodded slowly. “Don’t worry, I don’t want a girlfriend. And I don’t think JJ does, eith—ow!” He was cut off by JJ suddenly and sharply elbowing him in the side. Meanwhile, JJ’s eyes were suddenly fixed on the menu, despite his face slowly turning red.
Chase was about to ask what that was about, but he was distracted by a familiar figure approaching. “Oh, Jackie’s here now! Hey!” He waved him over.
“Hey, little guys. And girl.” Jackie grinned at them. “Could’ve saved me some room.” He grabbed a chair from a nearby empty table and dragged it over, sitting at the end of the booth.
“There’s room on their side. See?” Schneep pointed at the empty space next to JJ on the bench.
“Yeah, but it’ll be squished with me there. I take up more space than any of you.” Jackie stretched. By the looks of it, he’d just thrown on his hoodie and beanie over the Zelly’s uniform: a pale blue dress shirt and white apron. “Anyway. What’s the stuff you saw at the planetarium?”
It was these three who saw it all. JJ pointed at Marvin, Chase, and Stacy.
“Huh? Why’re you pointing at me?” Stacy asked.
“He’s saying we’re the ones who saw what happened,” Chase said.
“Oh, you don’t know sign language, huh Stacy?” Jackie noticed.
“No. I could try to learn it, I guess? But I don’t know how.”
“There are a lot of books in the city library that could help,” Jackie said encouragingly. “That’s where I learned. And any of us could help you if you need it.”
JJ reached into his bag and pulled out his notebook and pencil—something Chase hadn’t seen him use in a while. He wrote something down, then turned it around for Stacy to see. Don’t worry, I’m fine with writing for a little while.
“Okay.” Stacy nodded. “Anyway, uh... yeah. Can we talk about the freaky stuff now?”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Chase took a deep breath. “Okay, so it started when I talked with your friend, actually, Jackie. Mincy. She was there that day, and she pointed out some stuff that I wanted to try and find, to see if there was weird greenlight stuff going on there...”
He explained the whole thing, with help from Stacy occasionally adding stuff in. Marvin, surprisingly, didn’t have a lot to say about it all. They took a break in the middle to order ice cream from a waiter that came over—who Jackie introduced as “Halley”—but kept going nonstop besides that.
When it was all done, Jackie was leaning forward onto the table, a worried expression on his face. “So... your teacher and this other guy talked about recruiting someone? You’re sure?”
“Yeah.” Chase nodded.
“The question is, what are they recruiting this someone to?” Schneep asked. “Isn’t recruiting something you do to get someone in the army?”
“Well, it can be the army, but I doubt that’s what they meant,” Jackie said. “You can recruit anyone to any sort of big group. Personally, my mind went to, like... a cult or something.”
“Like in Indiana Jones?” Chase asked.
“Huh?”
“The second one. With the guy with the hat with horns.”
“That movie’s rated a 12, when did you see that?” Jackie asked, concerned.
“I am twelve, I can see a rated 12 movie!” Chase said defensively. Even though he hadn’t been twelve when he’d seen it, but that was besides the point!
“Uh-huh.” Jackie clearly didn’t buy that, but he moved on. “Well, yes, the bad guys in that movie could be considered a cult, but cults exist in real-life too, and they don’t sacrifice people or do cartoonishly evil stuff. But even so, they’re... really scary.”
JJ was writing in his notebook while Jackie and Chase talked. He now handed the notebook to Stacy, then started to sign the same thing that he wrote. I think we should be more worried about what they were doing down there. If they knew about the strange basement, do they know about more of the strange things going on around town?
“Yes, that’s what I am worried about too.” Schneep nodded. “We cannot let them find out we know, too.”
“Why not?” Stacy asked. “I mean, we freaked out and ran because we weren’t supposed to be in the basement. But like... if there are grown-ups who know about this stuff, can’t we get their help? We don’t have to tell them we found their secret basement. We can just say we found out about the weird stuff another way.”
Schneep tensed. “W-well... they might not... like that we know. They might be upset. And they might try to... stop us from helping.” Chase subtly scooted closer to him and put his hand on top of his. Schneep relaxed slightly.
“Yeah, they seem suspicious to me,” Jackie agreed. “We’ve been doing this because we want to stop all the chaos the greenlight causes. We don’t know what this... this mystery group wants to do. What if... what if they’re trying to use the greenlight somehow?”
Stacy raised an eyebrow. “Is that something you can do?”
“Well we kinda did before,” Marvin said, finally speaking up. “My crystals helped channel the greenlight and cured the monster dog. So it’s not impossible. And Anti was able to use the greenlight. But he’s a weird shadow ghost thing, so I guess that’s not really related.”
“So people might be able to use the greenlight if we used some sort of... device, or something,” Chase said. “Like the crystals. Or maybe any rock could work?”
“Maybe,” Jackie said. “Maybe that’s what the group’s trying to figure out. We just don’t know. All we know is that they’re keeping this a secret. And I know that’s what we’ve been doing, but that’s cause we didn’t think anyone would believe us, right? The mystery group could show everyone proof, since they have that basement. But they don’t. I doubt it’s because they also don’t think anyone would believe them. I think... I think they want it to stay secret.” He shook his head. “I dunno. I don’t have any proof for that. It’s just a gut feeling.”
“Can I ask about something else?” Schneep said. “Anti. What does he want? He helped you three get out of that room without doors, but he also made the monster dog go after us. Is he part of the mystery group? Or is he their enemy? Is he our enemy?”
A moment passed. JJ took his notebook back, wrote something down for Stacy, then repeated it in sign for the rest of the group. He’s certainly interested in us, but I don’t know if that means he likes us or hates us. It’s hard to tell. He said everyone would know about the greenlight eventually. What did that mean?
Chase shrugged. “Dunno. JJ, you know you could just write and not bother to sign, right? We can all see it when you hold up the notebook.”
JJ frowned. That’s like asking someone not to talk at all just because they don’t speak the same language as you.
“Oh. Sorry.”
“I think that Anti definitely knows about the mystery group,” Schneep said. “Because he showed up in the basement. He had to know it was there.”
“Unless he was just following us,” Marvin pointed out.
“No, Schneep’s right, it makes more sense for Anti to know,” Jackie said. “Otherwise he wouldn’t have known how to get you out of that room. And that ‘everyone will know about the greenlight’ thing... I think that’s related to him, or to the mystery group. Not sure which. But one of them.”
Stacy sighed. “This is complicated. You guys do this all the time?”
“Well the mystery group is new, so that makes it more complicated,” Chase explained. “Before this we were just fighting monsters. It was awesome. But I guess we can still do that.”
“Sure, fight monsters or whatever.” Stacy shrugged. “But what I want to know is if we’re gonna go back to the planetarium.”
“Uhhhh...” Chase thought about it. “I mean, we’ve always gone back to a place where there was something weird. But I don’t really want to run into people who’re part of the mystery group. I dunno how they’ll react if they find us.”
“But I think we need information on them,” Schneep pointed out. “We know nothing right now.”
“You’re both right,” Jackie said. “I think we need to know more about these guys. What they want, at least. But it’ll be dangerous for you guys to go check it out... so I have an idea. They don’t know about me. I wasn’t part of your field trip. I’ll go by myself to see if I can find anything.”
“What? You’re not letting us come?” Chase knew he was whining, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to miss this!
“Sorry, little man.” Jackie shrugged. “I can’t really stop you from doing anything, I mean, I’m not your parent or anything. But I really think I should go by myself. I have the perfect cover. Mincy works there, so if I’m snooping around a ‘Staff Only’ door, I can say that I’m looking for her.”
Chase folded his arms and slumped down into his seat. “I guess that makes sense,” he grudgingly admitted.
Will you be okay by yourself? JJ asked, looking worried.
“I’ll be very careful,” Jackie said. “I promise.”
Schneep frowned. “It feels... strange, for just one person to go out and do something.”
Jackie smiled. “Well, you guys went on the field trip without me, so it’s only fair I get a chance to see what the planetarium’s all about.”
“Jameson and I didn’t even see anything!” Schneep protested.
“Well... yeah,” Jackie admitted. “But you at least had the chance to. I might not find anything myself, but I want that chance.”
Schneep sighed. “Fine. But... be careful. I-if they catch you, th-they might..” He swallowed a lump in his throat. “Do not get hurt.”
Jackie nodded, looking serious. “I won’t. I’ll just go in and get out quickly.” He glanced away from the table. “Oh. Looks like our ice cream’s coming. Hey, Halley! Thanks so much.”
The rest of the meeting passed with ice cream and small talk. They’d made a decision and they were going to stick to it, even if not all of them were happy about it.
But Chase couldn’t help but feel like something was a bit weird about their little group right now. Things felt just a bit off. He couldn’t put a finger on it. Maybe... something was missing.
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As soon as they walked out of Zelly’s front door, JJ pulled Marvin to the side and asked, Is something wrong?
“I dunno what you mean.” Marvin turned away from JJ and began scanning the sidewalk. “I always forget where the bike rack is here...”
JJ grabbed Marvin’s shoulder and turned him back around. You didn’t say much while in there. And you kept looking out the window. Also you tore up the napkins into little bits and kicked the table legs a lot. You only do stuff like that when something’s not alright. Did something happen? Are you okay?
Marvin paused. “I’m fine. It’s just a bad day, I think. A lot of stuff happened in class, and then it was really loud in there. That’s it. I’m fine.” He hoped that JJ, as observant as he was, didn’t notice that Marvin had been doing okay until Chase arrived.
JJ frowned. What happened in class?
“First hallway talk of the year,” Marvin tried to sound casual.
Who was it? Why?
“Ms. Locke, in World History. We got put into groups for a project and I got really frustrated and shouted a lot.”
Why? JJ repeated.
Marvin glanced away. “The other guys weren’t listening to me. I was right, and they just were like ‘okay whatever’ but they didn’t get it, and they weren’t listening, and—the professor was walking past at the wrong time, that’s all. So I got a hallway talk about compromise or whatever.” He knew how to ‘compromise’ already, but Ms. Locke had given him the lecture anyway. Like he was a kid. He wasn’t a kid. He was almost fourteen.
The other kids were ignoring you, that’s not fair, JJ said, scowling. Maybe you shouldn’t have shouted, but compromise wasn’t the problem.
“Yeah.” Marvin kicked at a rock on the ground. Then he bent down and picked it up. It was really smooth, normally that didn’t happen in this environment. He stared at it, then put it in his pocket. “I didn’t say anything to her. It’s fine. I’m fine now. I wanna go home. God knows we have enough fucking homework to do.”
JJ nodded. Okay. The bike rack’s around the corner.
“Right, I always forget.” Marvin wrapped his cape tighter around him. “Let’s go.”
As they walked down the sidewalk, they didn’t notice the extra shadow behind them.
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It was easy for Jackie to convince his friends to go to the planetarium. He just pointed out how none of them had really been there since Mincy had gotten the job, and they should really take advantage of her employee discount on the admission. All of them agreed to go together the next morning, on Saturday. Jackie’s dad had work so he couldn’t use the car, but that was okay. The group just used Ram’s car instead. Even if they did have to move stuff around because Ram kept some of their campaign stuff in the back seat. Jackie nearly sat on a handful of dice.
For many of them, it was the first time they’d been to the planetarium. Only two had gone before. Mincy, obviously, and Sylvester, who’d gone to visit her on the job a couple times. “It’s bigger than I expected,” Celine said as they walked in through the front doors.
“Right? It’s huge. I kept getting lost for the first couple weeks.” Mincy giggled. “Anyway I’ll talk to the desk guys and get us all in.”
A few minutes later, the six teens were wandering about the planetarium, with Mincy giving them all behind-the-scenes facts about the exhibits. For such a big building, it really felt empty. Not because there weren’t a lot of people. There were a lot of customers. But they were all spread out so much. Jackie felt oddly exposed.
He tried not to be obvious about his search for these weird staff doors. Chase had mentioned one hidden in the hall with the big model planets, but honestly? Jackie couldn’t see it. Supposedly it was hidden behind Neptune, but he’d looked at it from all angles and couldn’t see any door on the wall behind the model. And his friends noticed him looking. This prompted a joke from Sylvester about him being so interested in Uranus, only for Fengge to immediately correct him on which planet it was. The conversation immediately shifted to dunking on Sylvester for not noticing the labeled plaque, and everyone forgot about Jackie’s weird interest in the model, but Jackie decided he should probably stop searching for a few minutes. To give them time to forget.
Even so, Jackie found he couldn’t really pay attention to what was going on. His eyes kept wandering. While his friends gathered around one exhibit—something about rolling coins down a funnel that represented a black hole—he hung back a bit, eyes scanning every inch of the walls. There were no staff doors. But he knew Chase and the others wouldn’t lie. What was going on?
His friends were talking. “Honestly, this place is cool,” Fengge was saying. “Fun things to do. Could be a great location for a date, like how people sometimes go to aquariums or amusement parks.”
“Yeah, you should take Jackie on a date here,” Mincy said jokingly. “I’ll give you the discount.”
Jackie snapped back to attention. “Sorry, what?”
“Since when were you two dating?” Sylvester said.
“We are not!” Fengge protested.
“Didn’t you guys mention going to a dance once?” Celine asked.
“We were thirteen, it doesn’t count,” Jackie insisted. “And it was super awkward the whole time.”
“Yeah, this was before we both had the realizations,” Fengge added. “So Jackie felt weird and I wasn’t into it.”
“You guys could try again!” Mincy teased. “Your realizations have opened up the possibility.”
Jackie and Fengge glanced at each other. Then looked away. “Yeah, no thanks,” Jackie said.
“Nuh-uh.” Fengge shook his head.
“Couldn’t Jackie date like... every one of us?” Ram mused.
“Not me!” Sylvester said. “Or Celine, either.”
“Give it time.” Ram laughed. “Maybe all of us will realize something eventually. And then we can all date Jackie. Hell, I’d be down for that.”
“I don’t want to date anyone right now, thank you very much.” Jackie pulled his beanie lower over his head, half-wanting to pull it completely over his face to hide his blush of embarrassment. “I’ll just wait until university for that.”
“But having a teen romance is great!” Mincy said. “I want one!”
“You, uh, you do?” Sylvester said. “That’s funny, I-I also think... it would be fun.” He stared at her.
“Really? Wow. We should both start dating someone then.” Mincy looked back at the black hole display. “Anyway, does anyone else have any coins? I wanna try again. Mine kept falling over.”
Sylvester sighed. “Yeah, I have some you can use.”
Jackie looked away from the group, trying to hide his still-red face. And that’s when he finally saw something. Half-hidden behind a display about the life cycle of a star... there was a ‘Staff Only’ door. But it hadn’t been there when Jackie looked at the display a few minutes ago. What the hell? “Uh, hey guys, I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Jackie said. “You guys keep going.”
“Are you sure?” Sylvester asked. “I think we’re gonna move on to the next room.”
“Yeah, I’ll catch up.” Jackie smiled. “You guys go on. I’ll text you if I can’t find you.”
The others nodded and made various statements of “see you later.” But as Jackie turned to leave, Celine put a hand on his arm, stopping him. “Jackie, do you...” she frowned. “Do you think something feels different in this room?”
Jackie shrugged casually. “Not really. Why?”
“I’m not sure. It felt like... I don’t know. Maybe it was just a breeze.” Celine shook her head. “Anyway. Be right back.”
“I will be.” And with that, Jackie turned and started heading towards one of the room’s exits. His friends headed out a different one. As soon as he was sure he was alone, he turned and headed straight for that star display. The staff door was still there. With how it was half-behind the display, it looked like there would be barely enough room for it to open wide enough for someone to get in. Jackie took a deep breath. Then reached out and grabbed the handle, pulling it open—
And then he was falling through darkness.
Jackie landed hard on his back, momentarily knocking the breath out of him. But he quickly got to his feet and looked around. It was almost completely dark. The only light was a thin line of yellow light. Jackie hurried over there. He reached out and felt his way around... This was a corner where two walls were supposed to join. But they weren’t actually connected. Jackie could grab the edge of one. Slowly, awkwardly, he pushed one of the walls, pivoting it outwards until the gap was big enough to squeeze through. The moment he was through, he looked around this space, and gasped.
It was just as Chase, Marvin, and Stacy had described. A wide open, near-empty basement space, filled with floating spheres of yellow light and random objects that drifted through the air regardless of gravity. It was amazing. Jackie was so in awe that he almost forgot what he was doing here. But then he remembered.
He reached into his hoodie pocket and took something out. His camera, kept safe in its bag. He removed it from that bag and started snapping pictures. He should have been doing this with all the supernatural stuff they’d encountered, but most of the time he had either no chance to prepare for that, or no chance to take pictures while they were fighting the thing. This was the perfect opportunity to document all the weird shit they’d seen.
After a few shots, he wasn’t sure what to do next. So... he started walking. If he remembered what Chase and the others had said correctly, he would eventually come to walls full of staircases.
But before he found that, he noticed something else. In the middle of the basement (or what he assumed was the middle) there were... he wasn’t sure what they were. Those things that people used to indicate where a queue was supposed to go. A pole with some sort of retractable rope, with a clasp on the end that could hook onto another pole. They were fun to mess with. Right now, four of those poles were set up in a square around something.
Jackie walked closer. They were sectioning off a part of the floor. There was... a crack in the ground. It was maybe three feet long. The cheap carpet of the basement peeled away at its edges, revealing concrete beneath. Inside the crack was pure darkness. It gave Jackie the chills, but he held up his camera and took pictures of it anyway.
He leaned over the rope, trying to get a good angle from above. Click! And the camera flashed—despite the flash being off. Strange. And what was stranger, what made him uneasy... was that the white light of the flash seemed tinted green.
In the darkness beneath the crack, something faintly flickered green. Something either very small or very far away.
Jackie’s stomach dropped. He turned and ran in the other direction. He stumbled. The ground felt fragile beneath his feet so he ran until it felt solid once again.
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Jackie couldn’t find anything else of note in the basement. When he reached the wall of staircases, he spared a moment to take a couple pictures of the unbelievable sight and then hurried up the nearest stairs. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.
The staircase ended in a closed door. Jackie pushed it open and found himself back in the planetarium, right by that giant pendulum exhibit. He texted his friends to figure out where they’d gone. They were on the third floor. He half-ran all the way there. That feeling of being watched didn’t fade until he rejoined the group.
The rest of the visit passed without anything unusual happening. Except... as they finally left the building, he noticed a group of four planetarium employees gathered in the corner of the front lobby. They were talking seriously. And they kept glancing at every group of customers that left. In the car, Jackie asked Mincy if she’d noticed them, and if she knew what that was about. She had. All of those employees were some of the senior members, the ones who’d been on the staff for a long time. “No idea what they were talking about,” she said. “The senior guys kinda do their own thing.”
Later that night, Jackie looked through the photos on his camera, getting ready to print them out and show them to the kids the next chance he got. And two things stood out.
First, there was a pattern in the carpet. It was very faint, just a slight discoloration that he hadn’t paid much attention to in person, but it was more obvious in pictures. Faint lines... all leading to, or coming from, the crack in the floor.
Second... the photo he took when the camera had suddenly flashed for no reason was tinted green. And there was a shadow. He would have mistaken it for his own... but there had been no strong light source behind him to cast such a distinct shadow. And even if there was, the flash would have eliminated it. But it was unmistakable. A shadow. Not his. But maybe that of a boy around his age, standing right behind him.
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Two weeks had passed since their meeting in Zelly’s. Jackie had briefly met up with Chase and Schneep, using “babysitting” as an excuse to come over to their house. He’d given them copies of some photographs he’d taken of the strange basement, and Chase and Schneep had passed on some copies to the twins and Stacy. Other than that, they hadn’t been able to meet up and talk about it. School was picking up and all of them were starting to be busy.
Ugh... school. Marvin really hated school. It took up so much of their lives. Even on the weekends.
Though tomorrow was a Saturday, their parents wanted Marvin and JJ to keep a consistent sleep schedule during the school year, so they insisted that the twins wake up fairly early. Or, they insisted that Jameson wake up early. Marvin had long since learned that they didn’t really care if he slept in or not. But since JJ and him shared the room, he was usually woken up by the alarm clock anyway.
This meant that the two of them tried to go to bed early when possible. Emphasis on “tried.” Neither of them were sleepy when they got into bed around 9:00 and instead ended up just lying there in the dark for a couple hours before sleep finally came.
Such was the case tonight. Marvin wanted to go to sleep, but he just wasn’t tired. He could have tried talking to JJ. He sometimes did that. But not tonight. It just felt like too much effort. So, without much to do but lie there, his thoughts began to wander... And eventually landed on things he didn’t want to think about.
I don’t want people to know I’m friends with weirdo magic people.
He’d thought Chase would be different.
Did people think he didn’t notice? He might not be that good with social stuff, but that didn’t mean he was dumb. He noticed how he and JJ were always the last people picked for group projects or sports teams in gym. He could tell that other kids didn’t usually want to keep talking to him. Even if they never insulted them or anything, it was obvious that he was doing something wrong. That he was weird. But he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He didn’t know what everyone else wanted.
As he tried to stop thinking about this stuff, Marvin noticed something... different. It was a noise. A faint hissing sound. Marvin opened his eyes, looking through the slats on the side of his bunk. He couldn’t see anything from this angle. So he sat up and looked over the edge. Their room was empty. “JJ?” he whispered.
There was no response from the bottom bunk.
“JJ!” he said again, not quite shouting. “Are you awake?”
Now there was some rustling of sheets. Marvin felt his mattress raise, pressed up from below.
“Do you hear that hissing noise?” Marvin asked.
The two of them had long-ago figured out a way to communicate when they were in bed. After all, Marvin couldn’t see JJ’s signs while he was above him. So JJ would knock on the metal pole connecting the bedframes together. It started as a simple “once for yes, two for no” system, but they added “three for maybe, four for ‘go to sleep.’” Right now, JJ just knocked once. A simple yes.
“Do you know what that is?” Marvin asked.
Two knocks for no. More sheets moving around. JJ probably sat up.
“Can you see anything?”
A pause. Then two more knocks.
“Huh.” Marvin stared at the darkness of their room. There was a little light coming from the cracks around their door—Mam and Dad insisted on keeping the hallway light on, “just in case”—and there was a faint red light coming from their alarm clock’s digital numbers.
Wait. Was that red glow a bit stronger than usual?
It was. And it was getting brighter.
The numbers on the clock flickered, then blinked. The time of 10:16 disappeared, replaced by random other numbers and then landed on 88:88. And then the red light turned green. The hissing sound got louder. Marvin realized it wasn’t just any hissing. It was static, like the car radio when they drove out of range of the local station.
The green glow filled their room. Then between one blink and the next, someone appeared, standing in the middle of their room. It was Anti. He looked the same as he had the last time they’d both seen him, his body mostly shadow except for his face and hands. Except... now those shadowy parts looked a bit less translucent. Just a bit. But enough to be noticeable.
“You!” Marvin started, bumping his head against the ceiling. “Owwww fuck!” Beneath him, he heard the squeak of the bedframe as Jameson got ready to stand up.
“Hi.” Anti grinned and waved. His whole form was surrounded by that green glow. Even his teeth looked backlit by the light. “Do you know what today is?”
“Uh—I don’t fucking—the tenth, I think?” Marvin sputtered.
“It’s the tenth!” Anti repeated cheerfully. “That’s a very important day. I guess you could say... it’s my birthday.” His green eyes flicked up and down, between the two brothers. “You should wish me a happy birthday.”
“Why?” Marvin asked.
Anti’s head tilted to the side. “Why? Did you both ask why? Because it’s the nice thing to do, isn’t it? So do it.”
Marvin didn’t appreciate being told to be nice. Because usually, people just meant ‘do this thing you don’t want to do or else people will get offended for no real reason.’ But Anti being in their room, surrounded by that green light and that sound of radio static, was really freaking him out. Maybe if he just did it, Anti would go away. “Uh... happy birthday?”
Anti smiled again. “Thank you.” His eyes flicked down to the bottom bunk, where Jameson was. And he stared. A moment passed. Then that smile fell and was replaced by a frown. “Well, fine. Don’t, then.” He looked back up at Marvin. “I’m going to give you a nice present on your birthday. But JJ’s too rude. Now he gets to be jealous.” Anti waved again. “It’s coming up soon, isn’t it? I’ll see you then.”
And in an instant, he was gone. The green glow and static vanished, leaving only the light from the door and the alarm clock’s numbers—blinking 12:00 over and over.
Marvin stared at the spot where Anti was just a moment ago. But Jameson immediately started to move. He jumped up from his bunk and ran over to the light switch, flicking it on. Now they both stared at the spot where Anti was.
“What...” Marvin said, “...the absolute fuck was that about?”
JJ shook his head, bewildered. I feel like that was a test, he said.
“Well if it was, you failed.”
JJ looked at him. What do you mean?
“He wanted you to say ‘happy birthday’ and you didn’t,” Marvin explained. “And then he called you rude. I think you fucked yourself over.”
I don’t think he understands BSL, so I was fucked anyway, JJ said. That’s not really fair, is it?
“No.” Another moment of silence passed. Neither of them wanted to look away from where Anti had been. “Well... I guess we'll just go back to bed, then?” Marvin said, uncertain.
I guess? JJ says, equally uncertain. Should we be worried about him showing up on our birthday? Maybe we shouldn’t have the party?
“I don’t think Mam will let us cancel the party,” Marvin muttered. “She was so fucking excited to have other kids in our house. Which... I don’t get. We’re here all the time anyway. But whatever.” He chuckled. “Hey. Leave the alarm clock like that. You’ll be able to sleep in and claim it’s cause the clock broke in the middle of the night and erased your alarm.”
JJ stared at the clock thoughtfully. Then he nodded. I suppose it would be good to have an excuse.
“Niiiice.” Marvin grinned.
Good night, Marvin, JJ said, grinning right back. I’ll see you in the morning. Then he flipped the light off and walked back to bed. The bedframe squeaked again as he got settled down.
“Good night, JJ,” Marvin said, and laid back down. He stared at the ceiling.
I don’t want people to know I’m friends with weirdo magic guys.
Life was weird. He didn’t understand why people were so concerned with avoiding it.
It took him a long time to finally fall asleep.
#jacksepticeye#jacksepticeye fanfiction#jacksepticegos#septic egos#septic egos au#jacksepticeye au#chase brody#marvin the magnificent#dr schneeplestein#jameson jackson#jackieboy man#antisepticeye#brigid writes fanfiction#pnptau
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☁️💫When I’m with you I’m not so shy🧁☁️
A hurt/comfort SweetStarryDreams fic for @sugarcoated-dandy
(title from apple pie by The Scary Jokes
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(Constance’s POV)
The day had started horribly. I woke up late and rushed to school without breakfast, and when i got there we had a quiz in math. For lunch we had super dry chicken sandwiches with soggy brown broccoli.
I accidentally bumped into someone on my way to my friends’ table and spilled chocolate milk down the front of my shirt. I could feel my face getting warm with embarrassment and I ducked into the nearest bathroom to try to clean up.
Just then I heard a familiar voice.
“Are you ok? I saw you rush in here after you bumped into Ocean.”
It was Clementine.
“Oh, yeah I’m fine. Just spilled some milk.” I said with a forced laugh.
“Are you sure?” Ricky signed.
I looked up a bit and saw Ricky had come in after Clementine. “Yeah, I’m sure.” I said as my voice faltered. “Don’t worry about it sugar. Ocean got most of it anyway. Honestly if you ask me she kinda deserved it after what she said in math class.”
“I brought you some bubbles.” Ricky signed, pulling a small plastic bottle out of his pocket and blowing some bubbles towards me. I laughed as they popped on impact.
We spent the next few minutes in the cramped bathroom giggling and blowing bubbles before Clem suggested “The fair is in town for the next few days, we should sneak out to get some ice cream and go on some rides!”
Thankfully it wasn’t too far until we finally got to the fairgrounds, and ordered some specialty ice cream with marshmallows and decided to people watch while we ate. “Whoa, check them out!” Clementine said, looking at a girl wearing a hot pink blazer and feather boa.
We walked around the fair to some of the games and Clementine managed to win Ricky a purple light-up alien balloon. Afterwards, I suggested we go on the merry-go-round, which everyone happily agreed to.
We sat down in a bench decorated like a swan with pretty gold accents. While we waited for everyone to get on, Ricky explained how his new light up alien factored into the Zolar lore. “And that’s how he basically started The Second Feline Renaissance Of-“ he cut off as the ride started to slowly spin.
“Thanks for suggesting we go to the fair! I’m having a lot of fun with you guys right now.” I said, blushing.
“Constance?”
“Yeah?”
“This might come off as weird but… can I kiss you?” he asked.
“Um…” I said as a million thoughts raced through my head. “Sure!”
He leaned towards me as our lips met. My heart raced quickly, exited for my first kiss.
Maybe today wasn’t as horrible as i thought.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! This is my first fic on tumblr so apologies if I messed something up :(
Shoutout to @sugarcoated-dandy for helping with some parts!
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oh man moving must be exhausting :(( pls make sure to rest well and i hope you've now eaten and hydrated too !! keep the energy levels high love <3
OKOK WAIT NOT ME ALSO WAITING FOR TWISTED WONDERLAND AAAA not too long ago my friend sent me like this official twst website where they'd kinda sort u into one of the dorms and lemme tell u i was hooked on that and i started searching up characters and now i'd die for leona from savanaclaw <3 fun fact i kept doing the quiz thingy for that site until i got put into savanaclaw (/▿＼ )
ALSO AGAIN WAIT, FOR ALL TIME IS THE NAME OF THE GAME THAT KEEPS SHOWING UP ON MY PINTEREST ???? the guy in particular who i have eyes on is named ayn if i'm not wrong :0 my tastes from manhwa have translated into this one man in this game and i am all for it <33 he's very pretty and so i'm intrigued so i'm gonna go read up on the game !! fingers crossed it gets a global release plsssss (excuse me, emerald has no reason to look that pretty?? he kinda reminds me of yuki from idolish7)
anyways pls rest loads whenever you can alright? mwah see u soon <3
-manhwa moot (⌒▽⌒)♡
jdjsjd it is especially on last minute notice but we finished moving everything out completely yesterday so all thats left is finding a place ;w; and i did ty for checking in !! its now a new day for me so im just resting :’))
omg wait send link 👁👁 NO BC I SAW ALL THE HYPE BEFORE AND THOUGHT IT WAS REALLY COOL SO I GOT EXCITED WHEN THEY ANNOUNCED A GLOBAL RELEASE THINKING I COULD PLAY TWST WONDERLAND ONLY TO FIND OUT ITS NOT IN MY REGION 😭😭😭 i can wholeheartedly say i got scammed <//3
AND YES FOR ALL TIME IS SO PRETTY AND THE MUSIC <3333 ayn 😩😩 pls im just…. i love all the mls sm…. the card cgs…. head in hands….
#omg a convo !?#manhwa moot nonnie !!#fhjdjd i will !! and u too manhwa moot :(( rest and look after urself <33
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Yes fantasy anime for suuuuure, an epic one. I'm the opposite because I listen to Fireworks VERY often, I need to by hyped all the time so Wonderland, Fireworks, The Leaders, Rocky etc. I need to be in a certain mood for slower tracks, the hard-hitting ones are my go to because I need NOOOOOISEEEE. I actually much prefer Still Here over Better I don't listen to Better often, it's fine but just doesn't do it for me you know? But My Way is so nice and the sax too?!
I will neverrrrr link the video here don't worry, I have my limits x.x I have a friend who saw Hwa's soft side, but is still a bit disturbed by him, in a good way, but they don't get me calling him my lil meow meow :( he IS one though. I know irl he has a resting bitch face and looks judgemental and serious I still don't understand people saying they're scared of him wtf, lmao. What are you 5?!
I clicked on the link expecting nerd, got MILF instead well...
That Y/N sounds really fun, I'm excited! Yes, the lack of personality is the issue really, sometimes they're also "not like the other girls" in a way and is pisses me off. Had to mention Addicting Kitten again lmao there's no escape, but AK was on the shy side, but she was so sweet and fun too. I mean girle let some goth guy eat her out just like that 😭😅 absolutely BBHwa Y/N was so cool I love her. I know people's experiences are different, but some the characters sound like they're borderline nuns or 10 year olds...
Gotta buy a safe at this point, nvm putting my pcs in binders to the safe they go! I wish the merch was cheaper though 🥴 after all it's pretty simple, so relax maybe
The tiny cat is a she and she's very sweet and cuddly, but also likes being alone. She's not very playful though :( the other two are devils and run around like little horses, but she's just like "no, I'd rather chill" she looks feisty but is shy. Kinda like Seonghwa...😵 the devils aren't cuddly but they demand to be petted at all times and they always purr and talk shit hahaha. One even "sings" high notes kahdudyayhsjshs and he always randomly flops belly out so you have to rub it
Taehyung is my almost birthday bestie and so is SVT's Joshua that much I know. No my mother is truly a 🤡 what can I say, we don't get along most of the time 🔫
Ironically the pcs that look too perfect are often fanmade, because the originals have certain markings or are sometimes messed up 💀 listeeeeen, I don't really buy Hwa's broadcast photocards because the prices are crazy, but otherwise I gotta collect them all <3
Right so what was the point of showing off his cheek and ear moles just to erase them in the next photo, consistency who? Whenever they cover Felix's freckles I'm closer to my 13th reason. Thankfully he's been showing them a looooot recently, but I always check if they're visible or not 👀
Oof that's a whole psychoanalysis for sure, some of the quiz creators need to stop 😭 and when they kind nail it...
I'm the general yes! Omg you're a pirate congrats *Pirate by Everglow starts playing* Okay so you're a pirate that kidnapped my prince Hwa and we need to duel ⚔
I'm dying we got Hwa x Soohyuk, we got Hwa as Joonggil's and Ryeon's child, now it's this https://twitter.com/sthwars/status/1530515868190646272?t=yrtrnwRTQoHouMVwzIQ8Rw&s=19
- DV 💖
hi hello!!!
Yes fantasy anime for suuuuure, an epic one. I'm the opposite because I listen to Fireworks VERY often, I need to by hyped all the time so Wonderland, Fireworks, The Leaders, Rocky etc. I need to be in a certain mood for slower tracks, the hard-hitting ones are my go to because I need NOOOOOISEEEE. I actually much prefer Still Here over Better I don't listen to Better often, it's fine but just doesn't do it for me you know? But My Way is so nice and the sax too?!
ateez anime ost when 😭😭😭 JCKABDKW SCREAMING BULNORIYA EVERY TWO SECS,,, do u ever just out an ateez song up in ur headphones and do ur model walk to it in public and it just 🤌🏼🤌🏼 to the beat FRR GETS ME GOINGGG,,, LMFAOOOO NEED THE NOISE FHEJDHKS okay yes still here is so good, the chorus seems like their in a arena and fans ate chanting with them, YES PK ALBUM UNDERRATED BOP NO SKIP
I will neverrrrr link the video here don't worry, I have my limits x.x I have a friend who saw Hwa's soft side, but is still a bit disturbed by him, in a good way, but they don't get me calling him my lil meow meow :( he IS one though. I know irl he has a resting bitch face and looks judgemental and serious I still don't understand people saying they're scared of him wtf, lmao. What are you 5?!
i wouldve watched the link but gehqdkw 🔫 DISTURBED BY HIM?? 😭😭😭😭 GIRLIE TRAUMATIZED IN A GOOD WAY JVDKWJ if hwa fans don’t call hwa lil meow meow are u even a hwa fan 🤨 NO FRRR SOME PPL BE SO SCARED OF AN IDOL WITH A RBF??? FOR WHAT?????? i knew someone who was terrified of sehun bc he has rbf and they said they’d never wanna see him angry and them i showed him his real self and they did the “oh” BDKQHDKW BUT YEAH WHATS WRONG WITH RBF 😭😭🤚🏼
I clicked on the link expecting nerd, got MILF instead well...
✨✨ANON MILF ERA MANIFESTING ✨✨
That Y/N sounds really fun, I'm excited! Yes, the lack of personality is the issue really, sometimes they're also "not like the other girls" in a way and is pisses me off. Had to mention Addicting Kitten again lmao there's no escape, but AK was on the shy side, but she was so sweet and fun too. I mean girle let some goth guy eat her out just like that 😭😅 absolutely BBHwa Y/N was so cool I love her. I know people's experiences are different, but some the characters sound like they're borderline nuns or 10 year olds...
super fun! like u know those side character best friends who’re kinda loud,,, this is that yn bC SIDE CHARACTERS DESERVE LOVE,,,, sTOP NO THE NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS 😭😭😭😭 like they say it so subtly u can literally see it 😭😭 YES AK WAS SHY BUT GIRLIE A FREAK AND WE LOVED TO SEE JF FBFB bbhwa yn absolutely amazing, i would love it if she beat me with a broom <3 i just know she’s hot <3 NBBFMWDNSBDHWDW BORDERLINE NUNS GET THE FUCK OUT IM SCREAMJGMBGKEBFKWBDKS THATS SO SO TRUE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM YELLING GET OUT U JUST MADE MY DAY
Gotta buy a safe at this point, nvm putting my pcs in binders to the safe they go! I wish the merch was cheaper though 🥴 after all it's pretty simple, so relax maybe
LMFAOOOO 😭😭 if the merch was cheaper the way they’d sell it out 😭😭😭 ateez world domination if merch was cheap 🔫
The tiny cat is a she and she's very sweet and cuddly, but also likes being alone. She's not very playful though :( the other two are devils and run around like little horses, but she's just like "no, I'd rather chill" she looks feisty but is shy. Kinda like Seonghwa...😵 the devils aren't cuddly but they demand to be petted at all times and they always purr and talk shit hahaha. One even "sings" high notes kahdudyayhsjshs and he always randomly flops belly out so you have to rub it
omg 😭😭😭 ADOPTING THE TINY ONE SHE SOUNDS SO CUTE PLS,,, we love that girlie she’s the unbothered one <33 AYO AYO RHWKHDKW U HAVE UR OWN SEONGHWA AYO AYO 🤚🏼👁🤚🏼 LMFAOOOO THE DEVILS JCNDKDJ TALK SHIT FBFB I BET THEY KNOW SO MUCH TEA,,, 😭😭😭🤚🏼🤚🏼 THE ONE WHO RANDOMLY SINGS IS A WOOYOUNG THAT IS HIM 😭😭😭😭
Taehyung is my almost birthday bestie and so is SVT's Joshua that much I know. No my mother is truly a 🤡 what can I say, we don't get along most of the time 🔫
FBWMFBWKBD at lEAST THERES A LITTLE BIT OF HUMOUR,,, are u near the dec 26-jan6 birthdays??
Ironically the pcs that look too perfect are often fanmade, because the originals have certain markings or are sometimes messed up 💀 listeeeeen, I don't really buy Hwa's broadcast photocards because the prices are crazy, but otherwise I gotta collect them all <3
AAHHHHHH i have a broadcast pc of his and like it looks so basic but i have a fan made one and those ones usually seem more over the top FBNEBDEJ LMFAOOOO UR LIMIT DISAPPEARS AT SEONGHWA
Right so what was the point of showing off his cheek and ear moles just to erase them in the next photo, consistency who? Whenever they cover Felix's freckles I'm closer to my 13th reason. Thankfully he's been showing them a looooot recently, but I always check if they're visible or not 👀
EXACTLY CONSISTENCY WHO,,, FBWMDBKW NO BC THEY COVER IT SO MUCH I THOUGHT HIS FRECKLES WERE FAKE 😭😭😭 also
Oof that's a whole psychoanalysis for sure, some of the quiz creators need to stop 😭 and when they kind nail it...I'm the general yes! Omg you're a pirate congrats *Pirate by Everglow starts playing* Okay so you're a pirate that kidnapped my prince Hwa and we need to duel ⚔
no fr i just wanna have a chat with them bc how are they so accurate 🔫 FBWMFBKW A PLOTLINE AYO AYO AYO 🤚🏼
I'm dying we got Hwa x Soohyuk, we got Hwa as Joonggil's and Ryeon's child, now it's this https://twitter.com/sthwars/status/1530515868190646272?t=yrtrnwRTQoHouMVwzIQ8Rw&s=19
if hwa’s mom doesn’t look like her 🤨 FBWKDB i also saw this soohyuk post yesterday and screamed dv anon
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Summary- Who knew doing a simple online quiz with your best friend would lead to the best sex of your life?
word count - 6.9k 🥴
pairing- bff!Seokjin x Reader
rating- R
genre- smut, fluff, pwp, bff2bfwb
warnings- as always brattamer!seokjin, brat!reader, spanking, squirting, pussy slapping, face slapping, rough, messy sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), edging, overstimulation, light breathplay, hickeys, masturbation (m), protected sex, aftercare, both reader and seokjin just wanna have fun, seokjin is really bad at jokes, mentions of jungkook throwing a rave for absolutely no reason 🥴
a.n- this is what happens when im procrastinating my series at 3am and seokjin finally lets his chest out lol. also ngl this was born from all the love you guys have shown this couple. im so happy you love them as much as i do! also lol i know the title is terrible don’t sue me. HAHAHA.
A big warm thank you to @eatjeanjin for beta reading 💕 to @hobiandspritefor hyping me up and to @ressjeon for starring as jk’s gf once again
This is my submission for @bangtansorciere writing game to the lighthouse hosted by @inkedtae AU Type: High Seas (uni/college), Theme: Slice of Life, Kinks: spanking, squirting, pain kink, size kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, cum play, masturbation
As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌
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You giggled as you entered your apartment with Seokjin in tow. He rushed you in as he heard your next door neighbour unlock his door. You hated Mr. Yun, he was always creeping around, trying to find gossip.
“Hurry up!” Seokjin exclaimed, pushing you and inadvertently tripping you inside the door. With the amount of alcohol running through both of your veins, Seokjin followed suit, barely shutting the door before collapsing on top of you. The two of you groaned, promptly bursting out into cackles. His loud squeaky laugh was echoing through your little foyer.
Seokjin rolled off you, helping you up after he stood. As tradition, you made your way to the kitchen. You pulled a pot from the cabinet, pouring in some water from the sink and placing it on the stove. Seokjin, meanwhile, grabbed two packs of spicy ramen, ripping them open for easy access. He poured some water for the two of you as you waited for the water to start boiling.
“That was so fun!” You gushed, jumping onto the kitchen counter that was next to the stove, swinging your legs. “I can’t believe Jungkook managed to book a jumping castle!”
“You know him. When the man says he wants a rave, he gets a rave!” Seokjin laughed, placing the noodles into the water that was now boiling enough.
“I still can’t believe people dressed up for that,” you said, thinking back to the partygoers dressed in various neon and glow in the dark skimpy outfits. You’re pretty sure Jimin had just dyed some briefs into the electric blue he was donning. “I can’t believe Jungkook and Yannie wore matching harnesses!”
“Hey do not kink shame! If Jungkook wants to be taken along on a leash by his girlfriend, that is his prerogative!” Seokjin scolded, stirring the noodles, his serious demeanour making you snort.
“Ooo Seokjinnie! Are you secretly into pet play?” you joked, giggling at the way he scrunched his face at you. He grabbed a pot holder and placed the pot full of steaming ramen on the counter next to where you sat. Your chopsticks were already digging in the moment he settled the pot down.
“You’ll never know,” he replied with a wink, slurping his noodles, prompting you to do the same lest he inhaled the whole serving.
“Oh! You know what?” you asked, almost choking on the extra hot noodles before reaching for your phone. “Joon sent me this test the other day. Let’s do it!”
You excitedly pulled up the link, messaging it to Seokjin who pulled out his phone to skim his screen. His eyes widened and he started choking on the large bite he had just taken, coughing violently. You hopped off the counter to hand him a glass of water. He smiled in gratitude before taking a few swigs, finally calming down.
“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat before speaking. “A BDSM test? You wanna do a BDSM test?”
“Yeah,” you chuckled. “What’s the big deal Seokjinnie, you afraid I’ll find out you’re totally vanilla?”
“Have you met me?” he asked, incredulously. “I’m too hot to be vanilla,” he finished his sentence with a flair, as if it was the most ridiculous concept conceived. You laughed at his antics before getting back to your previous seat and clicking on the website.
“Come on! It’ll be fun!”
Easily convinced as always, Seokjin followed you, opening up the test. The two of you were quiet for the next ten minutes. The only noises heard were of the two of you still eating, and Mr. Yun’s loud coughing through the walls. You laughed as the results pulled up, unsurprised at the analysis.
“Okay, switch,” Seokjin said, easily taking your phone as you took his. “99% brat,” he snorted. “So fucking predictable.”
You blinked a few times looking at his results. 100% brat tamer, 100% rigger, 95% dominant, 84% sadist. You were shocked. You had known Seokjin for over nine years, and over that time you had had many conversations, about life, death, love, sex, but nothing could’ve prepared you for his results. You weren’t kidding earlier. With how many romantic comedies Seokjin watched, and how his ideal date was cooking a candlelit dinner, you couldn’t believe that you had to scroll to the bottom of the list to find vanilla - 22%.
“You were supposed to be honest!” you protested, holding up his phone.
“What do you mean? I was honest!” he proclaimed, perplexed.
“Please Seokjin. Brat tamer? Rigger? Sadist?!” you laughed, wiping an invisible tear from your eye. “You literally cried when we watched the video about that bird stealing nests!”
“That bird was so mean!” he whined, remembering the way the bigger bird had broken all the eggs to steal the canary’s nest. “And just because I’m in touch with my emotions, doesn’t mean I can’t be a good dom. In fact, I think that makes me a better dom,” he added proudly, cheeks puffing up with a pleased smile.
“Yeah sure, I believe you,” you snorted in response, rolling your eyes and reaching to grab your phone back. Seokjin pulled it away, narrowing his eyes at you. He couldn’t believe your audacity. For someone with a 95% submissive score, you sure didn’t act like it, but he supposed that's where the brat came in. He couldn’t lie, whenever you got this way he had an innate response to put you in your place. He couldn’t help it, you were always trying to rile him up with your impromptu roasts and ill-timed smacks to his shoulder. Perhaps now was the time to act on his secret fantasies.
“I can always prove it to you,” he threatened. His voice dropped to a lower octave as he moved between your legs, placing both hands on the counter next to you. He chuckled at the way your eyes widened, resembling Bambi caught in headlights. He also noticed the way you slightly leaned in, hands resting on your lap, making yourself a little smaller before you caught yourself, inflating your chest in bravado.
“Did you just lower your voice on purpose?” you asked with a smirk. You were hoping he couldn’t tell how your heart started beating faster at the proximity - how your face was slowly heating up.
“And you liked it, didn’t you, baby?” Seokjin said, maintaining the same deadly tone, as he lifted your chin, looking down his nose at you. You felt like you were running out of breath, your stomach coiling at his intense gaze. When did Seokjin get so hot?
When you didn’t answer, his thumb slowly moved upwards, lightly tracing your lip. He pulled it down, breaking eye contact for a quick second to watch himself pull your bottom lip lower, letting it go slowly so it made a little pop. Seokjin felt himself harden a little at the slightly glazed look in your eyes, smirking smugly.
“I asked you a question,” he said, eyes searching yours. He moved his other hand to your thigh rubbing it up and down over the black leather skirt you were wearing, the barrier making you feel but a ghost of his touch. “Be a good girl, and answer for me, will you?”
You felt your mouth grow dry, thighs clamping shut in reflex to the way your pussy clenched around nothing at his words. “Yes,” you answered, a shiver going through you because of the prideful look on his face. His hand that was on your chin traced down your body, caressing your shoulder and arms, his thumb barely scraping the side of your chest before it met your thigh. He moved both his hands over your legs, squeezing at the flesh slightly as he leaned in closer, his lips inches away from yours.
“Good job, baby,” he whispered, a little whine escaping your throat at the praise. He squeezed your thighs again, a lot firmer than before, and you felt electricity zap through you. And then he was moving away, picking up the empty ramen pot and putting it in the sink as he usually did.
“Oh man did you see Namjoon’s weird ‘tribal’ paint thing? I swear he’s going to get cancelled for that shit, no matter how many times he insists that he did his research,” Seokjin commented casually while sipping his water, as if he hadn’t just ruined your panties with a few gentle touches and some choice words. He was giving you whiplash. You had been best friends with Seokjin for years but you had never wanted to jump his bones. That is, till now.
He giggled at your shocked expression, covering his mouth with his hand while his large shoulders shaking in glee. The oddly cute manner broke you out of your daze, as you scowled at him. He had the audacity to send you a flying kiss.
“That was so fucking rude,” you said, crossing your arms, eyes narrowed at your best friend.
“Don’t doubt me next time then,” he shrugged, before leaning close to you again. “Because next time I might punish you for it,” he added, lightly tapping your cheek with a grin.
“Stop making me horny!” you whined, smacking him on the shoulder. He winced at the action, frowning at you and rubbing the spot dramatically. He mimicked you, making his voice high pitched and nasal. You raised your hand to reprimand him again, but before you could reach him, his hand was around your wrist, stopping all movement.
“Then stop being a fucking brat,” he answered simply. Seokjin couldn’t help egging you on - you were infuriating, and absolutely sexy while being so. You were one of his closest friends. The two of you were so comfortable that he was sure that even if the two of you did fuck your brains out, it wouldn’t ruin anything. You’d probably high-five after and grab some breakfast at the diner as usual. You were such great friends that he was sure even the sex would feel platonic, playful.
“Why don’t you make me?” you asked, with a fake saccharine smile and a bat of your eyelashes.
“Don’t ask for things you can’t handle, Y/N,” he said, tightening his grip around your wrist. You had never seen this side of Seokjin, but you couldn’t complain. You hadn’t gotten laid in a year thanks to being busy with the first year of your PhD. You were tired of studying human sexuality in theory and ready to put it to practice. Sleeping with Seokjin didn’t seem like a big deal. You didn’t understand why books and television made sleeping with your friends such a big deal. You were there for each other through every emotion, from stress to happiness to sadness, why couldn’t horny be part of that list?
“Seems like you’re all talk,” you taunted with an exaggerated pout, cooing at him in an attempt to rile him up. An attempt that was successful as the words had barely left your mouth before he was yanking you from the wrist and draping you over his shoulder in one quick motion. You yelped at the action, a little disoriented with how your head was now upside down as he fireman-carried you to your bedroom.
With a roughness you didn’t think he possessed he dropped you on the bed, relishing the little grunt you made as you bounced on the surface. With hands running up your legs, he pushed them open and climbed on top of you until his nose was brushing yours. You could feel his weight pinning you down and it made you delirious. He chuckled at your flustered state.
“Traffic light system?” he asked, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. The kiss was not any different from the ones he gives you thrice a year - one on your birthday, one on his, and one on Christmas, a present usually preceding each interaction.
“Green for go, yellow for slow and red for stop,” you replied, kissing his cheek the same way he had kissed yours. He smiled at that, stroking your scalp in praise.
“Smart girl,” he whispered before finally placing his lips on yours.
Throughout your friendship, the two of you had competed over everything - who would do better in a test, who would finish a mile race first, who would get a higher rank in League of Legends. And every time Seokjin had beaten you, much to your dismay. So it didn’t surprise you that Seokjin kissed better than you too. He kissed with an ease that made your blood run warm, his plush lips sucking on yours, his tongue coaxing its way next to yours. He easily pulled needy whines from you, a hand cupping your breast as he kneaded it in a way that made you heady.
“You okay to go all the way? You sure?” Seokjin asked when he broke the kiss, breathing heavily, his lower lip resting against yours.
“All the way?” you snorted, your hand travelling to his ass before pinching it, watching him scowl. “What are you? Fifteen?”
“I’ll show you fifteen,” he grunted, lifting himself off you and abruptly pulling you up. You had barely registered sitting up before he had you on his lap, skirt pulled to your waist revealing your round bottom to him. He pulled at the waistband of your red panties, letting the elastic snap back against you in a satisfying ping. You faked a yawn at that, missing the way his jaw tightened at your antics.
Before you knew it, his palm was coming down on your ass, loud and hard. You hadn’t anticipated the force he would put behind the first spank. A sharp pain rushed through your behind, accelerating the endorphins flowing through you. You yelped at the impact, hands closing into fists around your bedsheets.
“Count. Count till you fucking learn your manners,” Seokjin demanded harshly, before landing another loud smack on your other cheek, painting it a matching red.
“Two!” you gritted out, you ass lifting in the air for some relief.
“Colour?” Seokjin asked, noticing the strain in your voice as he soothed the skin.
“Green,” you sighed out, preening at the soft touch.
“That’s my girl,” he commented, gleefully patting your butt. That was before he was landing another spank that took your breath away. He kept the same intensity throughout, making you soak your panties as your eyes watered. By the tenth time, you were panting and he took a little break to get rid of your panties, the obstruction no longer pleasing to his eye now that your ass was as red as the material.
“Five more, baby,” he said much too calmly in contrast to the hard dick pressing into your stomach. You squirmed in his lap, and he adjusted you closer to him, leaving his left forearm on your lower back to keep you still. He landed five more spanks, each one harder than the next, giving you no breaks. It felt as if your ass was on your fire, your heart pounding in your chest.
“F-fifteen,” you sputtered, tears now fully cascading down your face, leaving tracks of mascara and glitter eyeliner in their wake. He bent down, kissing your reddened cheeks, letting his tongue soothe you as you mewled.
Using the back of your shirt, he pulled you up, barely giving you time to catch your bearings before crashing his lips to yours, his tongue meeting yours with a hunger neither of you thought you possessed. You easily straddled him and climbed on his lap with your hands around his neck. You wanted to kiss him forever, chasing his lips when he moved away.
He clicked his tongue while looking down on his right palm that was now a bright red. Settling into his lap, your stomach somersaulted at the look of disappointment on his face. It was cold and unforgiving, and you felt yourself get wetter.
“You couldn’t be respectful. Now look what you did to my hand,” he scolded, showing you his reddened palm. The chill in his voice and the fire in his eyes made you melt, wanting to do anything to earn his praises again.
“Sorry, I’ll be good,” you whispered, holding his hand in both of yours and kissing it. You traced your lips over his fingers, leaving little pecks all over his palm, and he sighed in satisfaction, lightly scratching your scalp.
“Mhmm… about time,” Seokjin teased, warming your heart. You looked up at him with a wide smile, one that he matched. He cupped your face, thumbs wiping the mascara from your face, and he kissed you gently, a stark contrast to the earlier fervour. “Gonna keep being good?” he asked, grinning at how you eagerly nodded.
With that he lowered you on the bed, hovering over you as he rid you of your clothes, slowly peeling them off like you were a present he was eager to unwrap. You traced your hands over his arms as he leaned down to kiss you, causing a shiver to run up his spine. Fuck, you were beautiful and he couldn’t believe how compatible you were sexually. He supposed it made sense, the two of you were in tune with everything else so why not sex as well?
“So... any hard limits?” he asked, kissing down your jaw to your neck, nipping the skin deliciously. He sounded casual while you were having trouble putting together your scrambling thoughts. You moaned as he repeated his question, pulling your nipple in retaliation.
“Hmmm… I don’t know,” you said breathlessly as he continued kissing down your body, taking his time to turn you on. He was still dressed in the ridiculously large white hoodie he had decided to wear to Jungkook’s impromptu rave. “Watersports, scat, baby shit,” you moaned as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, the pain ebbing deliciously into pleasure. “I hate blindfolds and latex,” you added.
He hummed against your thigh, his tongue moving to lick gently at your clit, the brief touch making you jerk your legs and arch your back. He chuckled at that, sitting up and running his hands up your legs. He used his thumbs to part your folds, enjoying the way they glistened, making his mouth water.
“So overstimulation, edging okay?” he asked while his fingers finally started to rub circles on your clit but were still moving much too slowly. You keened in response, nodding vigorously, and he smirked. You whined when he moved away, lying on his side next to you, hand propping up his head, while the other returned to your pussy. He leaned into you, nipping at your earlobe. “And what if I wanted to choke you? Slap that pretty face red?”
He punctuated the end of his question with two of his fingers diving straight into you, setting a fast pace right from the get go. You could hear the squelching noises of his palm slapping against your clit, adding to the inferno brewing inside you, and you couldn’t help your hands from holding on to his forearm. When he pulled his fingers out to land a hard slap on your clit, you realized you never answered his question. You mewled a “yes please” which earned you the privilege of his fingers yet again.
While you writhed next to him, eyes closed in pleasure, Seokjin pretended to be bored and was even yawning at times to annoy you. However, he was actually losing his mind. Before tonight, he had never really thought of you this way, barring a few pesky dreams, but now he didn’t know why he never did. Lying naked with your makeup ruined, agreeing to let him spank you and choke you, it was like Seokjin’s favourite porno came to life. He could feel you starting to tighten around his fingers, so he moved his free hand to your head, tilting it towards him, and sighing in disappointment when he saw your eyes squeeze shut.
“Look at me,” he commanded, pleased to see your watery eyes on him. He schooled his expression to a stern one. “You do not cum without my permission,” he warned. “Believe me when I say if you disobey me again, Y/N, you will not be able to sit for a week.”
His harsh tone set you on edge. With each stroke of his fingers, you felt yourself getting closer and closer. You were just on the precipice but regardless of your masochistic tendencies, those fifteen spanks had been hard and you didn’t want anymore. You wanted to be good.
“Please slow down,” you said in between pants. “Gonna cum if you don’t stop, please,” you whimpered and Seokjin rolled his eyes.
He removed his fingers, earning a needy whine from you as your orgasm faded - a whine that he muffled by shoving his fingers drenched in your arousal right into your mouth. His dick twitched at the way you sucked on his fingers, almost getting uncomfortably hard under his jeans.
Pulling his fingers out, he crashed his lips on yours. His tongue was eager to taste you while his mind was whirring with other ways to torture you. He really wished this wasn’t the only time because there were too many things he wanted to try with you, too many ways he wanted to ruin you. He broke the kiss staring at you hungrily. Wasting no more time, he stood up, tossing his sweater and jeans off.
Your mouth watered from watching Seokjin standing in just his tight boxer briefs. Sitting up, you trailed your hands down his abs - something you were surprised to find he’d been hiding.
Another reason why you were getting whiplash - Seokjin was always modest in the way he dressed. The last time you saw him without his shirt was when you went to the beach over a year ago. It seemed like he’s been working out, and you couldn’t help leaning over and tracing the ridges of his abdomen with your tongue, moving lower to where his light treasure trail led you to the tent in his black boxers.
Judging by his earlier control tendencies, you were surprised he was giving you free reign. You looked up at him, keeping eye contact as you pulled his boxers down. He raised an eyebrow, winking at you, before placing his hand gently in your hair, coaxing you to look down. If you were surprised by his hidden abs, nothing could’ve prepared you for his dick. It was larger than any you had seen. It seemed that tonight was a night of surprises.
You felt your mouth water at the sight of his erection, precum leaking generously. Without thinking any further, you were opening your mouth, ready to taste him. But the grip in your hair tightened, pulling you back till not even your outstretched tongue could reach him.
“Not so fast,” he said, his other hand stroking himself, just out of your reach. “You get to just watch.”
You whined in disappointment as he stroked himself, moving his large hand from base to tip slowly. He caressed the head, squeezing it. You could hear him moaning, but you couldn’t take your eyes off his dick. Was it weird that you found it beautiful? You could imagine the way it would stretch you and it made you squeeze your thighs together, aching for relief.
“Please, let me taste,” you begged, but Seokjin just chuckled, breathing out a “no”, but not before slapping you in the face with his cock. You closed your eyes at the feeling, relishing it.
Seokjin could feel his balls tightening, getting closer to release as he increased his speed. However, it was the pleased, almost ecstatic smile on your face when he slapped it with his dick yet again that put him over the edge. With a loud moan, he pulled your head back, ordering you to keep your mouth open as he came all over your face. He had initially planned to aim only in your mouth, but the sudden orgasm made him miss, staining your face and your chest. While he was coming down from his high, you swallowed his mess, enjoying the bitter salty taste.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Seokjin groaned, his hand collecting his cum from your face and depositing it in your mouth. You eagerly lapped it up, and he didn’t hesitate kissing you once again. His hand was rubbing the cum that landed on your chest into your skin. You moaned at the desperate movement of his lips, almost begging for him to do more, before he was breaking your kiss and flipping you around on all fours.
As soon as your hips were in the air, his lips were on your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves with such vigour that you almost forgot how to breathe. He was like a man on a mission, his fingers fucking into you as his tongue flicked at your clit. You fisted the bedsheets, losing all semblance of reality as pleasure flowed through you, the coil in your stomach tightening at his actions.
“Please let me cum,” you whined. “Please Jinnie, please!”
You were howling at this point, your toes curling and legs shaking in an effort to hold back the orgasm barrelling towards you. You thought he was going to edge you again when his lips left your pussy, but they were only gone for a second as he gave you permission to cum before latching back on. With his expert lips and fast fingers, it took you barely a few seconds before you were cumming, face buried in the sheets, and body spasming under his hold.
He didn’t stop though, keeping the same unrelenting pace. You whined, tears escaping your eyes as you tried to move away from him. With a hard spank on your ass and an arm under your hips he brought you closer, refusing to let you escape.
He could feel you tightening around his fingers, clenching around him rhythmically, and by the way your hips started moving towards him instead of away, he knew you were close yet again.
“Cum,” he demanded, and that’s all it took for you to lose yourself to the pleasure again, and he moaned as a gush of liquid escaped you, staining the sheets and his face. He let you relax this time, kissing your bruised ass, and up your spine, till he was lying on top of you. Nuzzling into you, he held your hand, whispering praises, as you came down from your high.
“You’re mean,” you whined, turning your head towards him, and he kissed you with a little laugh.
“And you’re amazing,” he praised, finally rolling off you and onto the bed on his back. The two of you had matching smiles as your breathing normalized. He traced his fingers down your spine, eyes fixated on your ass that was still red from his earlier spanking. He couldn’t resist pressing his fingers in, watching as the skin lost colour at his touch only to bloom red again as he let go, and you moaned, back arching at the feel.
“Why haven’t we done this before?” you mused, turning onto your side and he pulled you closer, kissing you again as if magnetized. All these years you could’ve been having great sex with your best friend and you missed out all because of some stupid societal rule that fucking your friend would ruin your friendship - hell, you were sure this would nothing but strengthen it.
“Don’t know how you resisted me for so long, to be honest,” Seokjin joked, laughing at the deadpan expression you gave him. “You okay, though?”
“Not really,” you replied, a frown on your face, and Seokjin felt his heart drop with worry swimming his mind. The scores said you were a masochist, but perhaps he should’ve discussed everything before, talked through a scene like he had done with his previous partners. He was so swept up in the moment and the two of you knew each other so well that he didn’t think it through. He could feel the guilt rise through him the more he looked at your dishevelled state. Did he go too far?
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pulling you closer, hugging you against his chest, lust forgotten. You could feel his heart pounding and decided to drop the act.
“I’m not okay cause you haven’t fucked me yet,” you said with a smirk, laughing when you saw his shocked face as he pulled your head away from him to look at you once again.
“Are you fucking insane?” he yelled, eyes wide. “Do not fucking joke about that! I had a heart attack! I thought I hurt you or something! That is so irresponsible! I swear to god, Y/N, if you ever make me this worried again I’m gonna kill you! You have no idea how-”
You decided to end his rant with a press of your lips against his while climbing on top of him. Although he still had the lecture ready to go, he molded his lips with yours, letting his tongue taste you once again, and moaning when you started to grind your wet folds against his dick.
“You’re still hard though, so what does that really say about you?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him as you rested your head on your forearms crossed upon his chest, continuing to languidly roll your hips against him.
“You are such a fucking brat,” he huffed, hands firm on your waist. His breath hitched when you started kissing his neck, licking at the sensitive spot right above his Adam’s apple, your teeth digging in, leaving your mark. You continued your ministrations, licking and biting the skin till you reached his earlobe.
“And what are you gonna do about it, Seokjinnie?”
And that challenge was all it took to get Seokjin back into his headspace. Grunting at your sugary tone, he flipped you over so he was once again in charge. His large hand came to rest on your throat. Although he didn’t put any pressure, your heart kick-started, feeling a rush of fresh arousal going through you because of the menacing look in his eye. He leaned in, licking a stripe up your face, to lightly bite at the apple of your cheek.
“Gonna fuck you stupid, of course,” he said with a grin, lightly tapping your cheek. “Condoms?”
You had barely directed him to your top drawer when he was pulling out a foil package and rolling the rubber on to his dick. He made a show of it, of course, slowly stroking himself as you stared at him. Standing at the foot of the bed, he smiled sweetly, instructing you to open your legs and pin your knees to your chest. He didn’t do anything after, just watched how you dripped for him. If any other partner made you do such a thing, you would've felt self conscious, but with Seokjin you felt safe. The man had seen you at your literal worst, and presenting yourself to him like this felt oddly comfortable.
Getting impatient you huffed, looking for a reaction from him other than his wide eyes watching you while he bit his lip. You snaked a hand between your legs, gathering your arousal, and you started to rub your clit slowly, relishing the way his eyes started to narrow and lips curled into a firm line. You sighed, letting the slow pleasure move through your sensitive bud.
“Since you’re too busy staring, you can-”
The words had barely left your mouth when he was upon you, a hand gripping your hair and the other on your throat, his fingers pressing against your arteries in a way that made you a little hazy. The pressure was light but the intent was there, amplified by the way he glared at you.
“Stupid, stupid girl,” he sneered, his nostrils flaring in anger. “I thought I fucking told you to behave.”
He expected you to apologize, but when you giggled in response, it made him furious. Every instinct in his body wanted to punish you till you were sobbing on his dick. You could see him seething, and you knew that you should probably start behaving but you couldn’t help sticking your tongue out at him.
At his last straw, Seokjin pulled you back by your hair, tilting your head upwards to land a harsh slap on your face, making you whimper at the impact. You could feel tears pricking your eyes, but your attention was diverted by the sudden rush of endorphins making you delirious.
Seokjin stared at you, afraid he might have gone too far in his lust-driven haze. However, instead of calling for a safeword, or even reprimanding him, you laughed. Bubbles of laughter escaping your throat uncontrollably as you grinded on his thigh between your legs.
“More! More Jinnie! More,” you demanded, sounding a little unhinged and Seokjin couldn’t believe how every single time you just kept bringing his fantasies to life. He never thought he could ever get away with the deranged shit his brain taunted him with, but like always you seemed to be on the same page.
Shaking his head, he slapped you once again before he gripped your jaw, kissing you in a flurry of teeth and tongues as he lined himself up to your entrance. You followed his earlier instructions, holding your thighs as you spread yourself wider. You clenched as his tip entered you, his girth already starting to stretch you, but you didn’t care, you wanted him to impale you.
However, he had other plans. He teased you with shallow thrusts that had you mewling his name and begging for his cock. He started slowly, feeling the way your warm walls parted for his cock, as if they were made to take him, gripping him and making him lose his patience.
“Please… Please more,” you begged, eyes shut in pleasure that seemed to be building but going nowhere. “Please Jinnie… need you,” you hiccuped
“Fuck,” Seokjin grunted, feeling your walls flutter around him. “I got you, baby. Don’t worry,” he promised before starting to pick up the pace, his hips thrusting into you relentlessly.
His hands were on your tits, gripping the skin tight enough to bruise as he pounded into you, and you could feel the coil in your core tighten. You had never cum just from penetration before but the way his dick filled you up, hitting every part of you, made you lose yourself in him. You didn’t even know if you were begging for him to let you cum or if you were babbling incoherently. All you knew was that you needed him to give you permission so you could let yourself go, muscles tightened to their limit.
“Cum, baby. Cum all over my cock,” Seokjin gritted out, and you blanked, your mind floating to the heavens as you let go. You couldn’t hear anything other than the blood rushing through your ears, feeling as if you were underwater, pleasure coursing through your body in little tingles from your scalp to your toes. Pleasure that soon turned into pain as Seokjin refused to slow down, railing into you, the volume of your wails only second to the wet thrusts echoing through your room. You really hoped you were not going to get a noise complaint.
Seokjin seemed to be enjoying it, basking in your cries as he moaned at how you milked him, getting tighter with each push of his hips. He knew he was close to exploding, but he wanted to make you cum another time, and so with his thumb rubbing circles on your clit and his other hand travelling to your throat to block your air supply. He gave it his all.
“One more, Y/N. Be a good fucking girl for once and cum for me,” he demanded, and in your haze you couldn’t help but follow his command, your orgasm rushing through you faster than the last, making you spasm under his hold, your legs shaking as they stretched out with a jolt, your hands clutching onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin. He let go of your throat, and the sudden rush of oxygen only prolonged the orgasm, leaving you a sobbing mess.
“Good baby,” Seokjin said breathlessly, his own orgasm following quickly after, and he emptied himself in the condom, trying to quieten the primal part of his brain that demanded his cum inside you instead. He collapsed on to you, kissing up your chest to your face, where he wiped your tears clumsily, too sated and comfortable to want to pull out yet. You hugged him close, and the two of you laid there for a moment, trying to wrap your heads around the best orgasms the two of you had ever had.
With a groan and a pat to your head, Seokjin finally rolled off you, grunting like an old man as he stood to throw the condom away. You applauded him for his energy. Or more likely, you wanted to applaud him for his energy but in your boneless state just ended up lifting your hands a few inches above the bed and landing them back. Seokjin laughed at your attempt, lying back next to you to cuddle with you. He pulled you to his chest, letting you cling to him like a koala.
“Fuck dude, you’re wild,” you commented, earning a cackle from your best friend.
“I can’t believe you let me slap you,” Seokjin teased, his hand caressing your reddened cheek to soothe it.
“I can’t believe how good it felt!” you gushed, the two of you giggling. You had never felt so satisfied in your life. What a great way to break your dry spell! “What do you like for aftercare?” you asked, leaning up to kiss his nose as he slowly scratched your scalp.
“No one’s ever asked me that,” he said, his heart warming. He wondered why he hadn’t thought about that before. He supposed it was because he never felt comfortable enough with someone to go to this extent or to even warrant aftercare of his own. He squeezed you tighter around him in silent gratitude. “Hm… I don’t know… this is probably the most hardcore I’ve been if I’m being honest.”
“Me too,” you replied before standing up. Your limbs were still sore but strong enough to carry your weight now. He whined as you left, not wanting to let go of you, crossing his arms with a pout as you grabbed his sweater from the floor.
You left your room to clean yourself up and to grab a couple of water bottles and a handful of Hershey’s kisses. When you returned Seokjin was in his boxers, putting on new sheets on your bed.
“Here,” you said, handing him the bottle, before sitting back on your bed, wincing at the pain. Seokjin frowned, leaving quickly to grab the first aid kit from your bathroom. He urged for you to lie on your stomach while he gently applied the gel to your ass. Now that the adrenaline from earlier had dissipated, he felt bad for how hard he went.
You noticed how his hand slowed down, and turning to see the frown on his face and spaced out expression, only confirmed your speculation. “Eat this, you’re dropping,” you said, handing him the chocolates.
“I’m not dropping, I feel bad,” he argued, but followed your instructions anyway and decided not to remark on how good the sugary treat felt.
“Don’t feel bad, we’re both freaks,” you said as you sat up, sitting on your knees to ensure your medicated butt didn’t land on the sheets. Seokjin couldn’t help but laugh at your comment, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your lips.
“So you had fun right?” Seokjin asked, still needing reassurance.
“The most fun,” you said enthusiastically. “Next time, let’s try the flogger I have!”
Seokjin blinked at you, telling himself it was too soon to go for round two, before engulfing you in a hug. “You really are amazing, you know that,” he gushed.
“Pleased to be your BFWB too!”
“BFWB?” Seokjin asked, confused. “Big fat weeb boobs?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the all too serious expression on his face. “Best friends with benefits, you weirdo. Seokjin, what the fuck are big fat weeb boobs?”
“You know, like anime titties. You kinda have them,” he said matter-of-factly, as if he didn’t just make up the acronym on the spot. You smacked his shoulder in mirth, lying against the fresh sheets and pulling him down with you to cuddle against him. He moved lower, nuzzling his face between your ‘kinda anime titties’ before sighing contently. That was until a thought came to his head.
“Oh shit this means I can just fuck you instead of listening to you complain about your thesis supervisor again,” he exclaimed, earning himself another smack on the head.
“Shut up! You love my complaints,” you answered with your eyes closed, already halfway asleep.
“I sure as hell don’t! No one wants to listen to how Dr. Bang asked you to revise your citations for the seven hundredth time,” he said while grinning and getting ready for another argument. Instead of all that, you just patted his head and ran your fingers through his hair in a way that made him sleepy and content.
“Sleep. It’s like 3am,” you muttered, and Seokjin rose to kiss your sternum before placing his head back on your chest and leaving for dreamland.
Who knew all he had to do to get the best sex of his life was do a stupid online test?
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Free and/or cheap indie otome games
Here’s a list of free and/or cheap indie otome games. They’re great to check out if you’re curious about otome games and don’t want to pay money to do so, and of course if you already know you like otome games, here are some recommendations!
These ones are still demos/uncompleted, but good:
7 Kingdoms: The Princess Problem: the MC is female, very customizable, and there are male and female romance options. Can also be played without romance. The premise is that delegates from 7 kingdoms come together on an island and over the course of 7 weeks make alliances, which can be romantic in nature or not. You take a quiz in the beginning which determines your country of origin, which then affects your stats. Conversations with others are vital for your reputation and also affect your stats, and you won’t be able to do certain things or pass events without sufficient stats. The romance is pretty solid too, and the cast of characters overall is fantastic. It’s a strategy and political game as much as it is a romance. It reminds me of Long Live the Queen, if you’ve played that. The demo is the first 3 weeks of the game, and I’m completely floored by how good it is. I can’t wait for the full game!
Andromeda Six: sci-fi visual novel. MC can be male/female/nonbinary and the love interests are male and female. Very fun adventure story set in space with a great cast of characters. Only about half of the episodes have been released so far (5 of I believe 10 episodes) and they’ve been really good! Romance is also optional.
Some completed free games:
Our Life: MC can be male/female/non-binary, love interest is one guy (though more to be added via DLC). Very heartwarming, slice of life story. Revolves around the MC growing up with the boy next door, and the game takes place over three summers at various stages in their lives. The MC is insanely customizable, and things you’ve said and done at various stages are remembered and often referenced or can affect certain things. Really just a lovely game that brings a smile to your face. Romance is optional too.
Cinderella Phenomenon: female MC with 5 male love interests (romance is mandatory, unless you feel like getting a bad ending). This is one of my fave games, I’ll try not to gush about it too much. The story take place in a kingdom where people are being cursed with fairytale curses, which are inversions of fairytale stories. The MC is a princess who gets cursed with the “Cinderella curse,” going from riches to rags. The other love interests all have a fairytale curse of some sort which you learn about in their routes. The MC is not customizable because she is a straight up jerk and some of the correct dialogue choices are being mean to people. This story has amazing character growth of the MC (and some of the love interests too). It has a fantastic cast of characters, who are memorable and lovable. It’s a great story and how things change in each of the routes is so interesting and well-executed. You should definitely play the routes in the recommended order!!!
Red-handed Robin: female MC, two male love interests (I don’t think romance is optional). Robin (the MC) has stolen some diamonds and is on a train out of town with her friend/bodyguard and encounters her friend from childhood who is now a detective. Will he catch on to her? Fun little story with some puzzles in each chapter (of which there are three). The main trio are great.
Lake of Voices: female MC with male/female love interests, romance optional. A horror-ish game. Can you get across this spooky lake alive? Good luck with that. Once you manage to get across the lake, definitely replay it and see how else the story unfolds. It’s a cool story with intriguing characters and an interesting setting. It has absolutely beautiful art.
Dark Nights: female MC with four male love interests. Also horror-lite. Some of the people in your town have been disappearing. You encounter 4 strange men and wonder whether any of them might have answers as to what’s going on. Quite a fun game with pretty art! Very funny titles for the achievements, the creators definitely have a good sense of humor.
A few cheap ones:
Rose of Segunda ($8.99): female MC with male and female love interests, romance is optional. Charming little story set in a kingdom whose prince is of the age to be married and everyone’s invited over for his birthday. Will you try to go after him (romantically or otherwise) or will you be interested in some of the other guests? The MC is somewhat customizable and can be quite funny. The characters are charming as well.
Because We’re Here ($5.99 per act): female MC, male love interests (romance not really optional). Set in an WW1-era fictional universe. Seems like a bad idea to have romance during a war, huh? Prepare to for ALL the emotions. This one is only half completed (Act 1 and 2 of 4 planned). I’m looking forward to the other acts!!
Have fun! I checked out some of the free/indie ones before starting to actually buy some of the more popular/mainstream (but also more expensive) games. All of these games are great.
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Chifuyu Matsuno as a… secret admirer
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A/N: this is from a quiz I made, Baji will be next!
Pronouns: not specified
Warning(s): cheesy asf
My dude just had you ask for manga recommendations one time.
He didn’t expect to find out you both liked similar types of genres and have read a lot of the same manga.
He also didn’t expect you two to talk and talk until you said you had to go. Turns out you both live around the same area.
Seeing as you both lived in walking distance and both had similar tastes you guys became friends pretty quickly.
Chifuyu also developed a crush pretty quickly too.
He didn’t have any relationship experience. Well any real life experience, he’s got plenty of knowledge from manga tho! Though he’s also pretty sure that manga wouldn’t help his current situation.
Chifuyu didn’t really wanna ask anyone from Toman. I mean, he really does need advice but Toman? Chifuyu doesn’t really think any of them would be much help. Well except for maybe Mitsuya and Takemichi, but that’s it.
Chifuyu decided he’d just go to the manga store he always goes to and just work it out there.
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Chifuyu doesn’t remember when or how, but at one point he started talking the the manga store clerk.
She was super supportive and even tried helping him, trying to give Chifuyu ideas.
The suggestion that appealed to Chifuyu the most tho was him leaving notes and stuff for Y/N with the clerk and when they came into the store she would give Y/N the note that Chifuyu wrote them.
So that’s what he did.
He wrote notes.
Gave them to the kind clerk to hang onto.
And then when you came in to check out or buy something she would give it to you.
If you ever asked who made the note, the clerk would just smile and tell you it was a secret.
You would tell Chifuyu about the notes he wrote you.
Then he would just smile.
One day you came in and handed the clerk a new manga that was released a few days ago. She smiled and scanned your book. You went to pay but she placed her hand over yours, in her hand, a note. You retracted your hand and put the money on the counter while reaching for the note. You opened it and for once it wasn’t something sweet words, or a fun fact about a manga you like. This time it said ‘turn around’ so you did.
When you turned around you saw Chifuyu standing there. A rose in hand and a manga in the other.
He handed you both and asked you if you would go out with him. Would you accept his confession?
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DaveFarts - Episode 1 “FartsApp” [Episode List]
Since he’s a gassy nerd, Dave teases his friend Tim via WhatsApp by sending him a series of short videos of him farting.
FartsApp
Being gay with a fart fetish is really hard sometimes.
For me at least.
While the world is definitely getting more open-minded about homosexuality, I can’t really force it to accept this weird fetish (to be honest, all fetishes are kinda treated like taboos, regardless of the sexuality involved). I had to settle for YouTube videos or websites devoted to this whole fart-sniffing thing; not that I’m complaining: it was good to discover that so many people actually had this fetish.
Cue Dave.
Well, sort of, actually. He doesn’t have a fart fetish and he’s not even gay.
Dave has been my best friend since forever.
Unlike me, however, he’s straight and is currently dating some (lucky) girl.
Around my age, he’s like a brother to me, and we’re actually well-known because of how much time we always spend with each other.
Dave is a great guy, a great friend, very open-minded and, dare to say it, actually quite hot.
Not surprisingly, being the brother I never had, he’s the first friend I came out to, the only one who knows about my homosexuality. Actually, it’s not like I told him… he found out on his own, in the worst possible way (for me).
During one of our nerdy game-nights, being “that one gassy friend”, Dave started to rip -as usual- tons of farts, fueled by some junk food, until he ripped one directly in my face (and boy it was amazing…). Everything went downhill from there… kinda. For some reason or another… he just accepted all at once not only my homosexuality, but also the fact that I found face-farting… hot. He just laughed about it and honestly gave me some encouraging words about my peculiar situation, proving that he’s indeed the best friend ever. Oh… and he also literally farted for me after that, in my face, letting me sniff and enjoy his amazing rips; he can also fart on command apparently: got a taste of his talent that same night.
That one, surreal night.
I still can’t believe it happened.
Felt like a confused dream. Like one of those nights where you drink too much so you don’t clearly remember what happened. But it was all true.
Dave, my best friend, was perfectly fine with me, my fetish, and all this weird stuff.
Yes: I know how lucky I am.
It’s been 4 months since he found out.
And, believe it or not, I’m getting face-farted so often that I’m almost forgetting how beautiful it feels.
Seriously: Dave simply accepted it like I’m living in someone’s crazy fetish dream and, when we’re alone, he just casually farts in my face (without me asking for it). Not always, but very often.
Surprisingly enough, despite the fact that my nose spends a lot of time brushing against his denim-covered butt, our friendship didn’t change at all though: we still hang out with the rest of our friends and generally spend a lot of time together.
Sometimes I’m so in disbelief about how easy-going he’s been with me, that I randomly ask him “You sure you’re OK with… this?” (I say, gesturing all of me), but he just smiles or rolls his eyes annoyed, tired of hearing the same question over and over again. What can I say? He’s perfectly comfortable with his own sexuality I guess, so he doesn’t have any problem with my fetish.
Sometimes though -sorry I say this- I kinda wish he did…
No, I’m definitely not complaining. That’s the best possible scenario for me, but sometimes he can get a bit too… inopportune. Dave is not really a prankster, but he loves teasing his friends, just for fun, including me.
I was in the middle of an important exam once, one of these pop-quiz thingies that make zero sense, and I felt my phone vibrate. I checked my FB private messages and all I saw was this YouTube link sent by Dave. Since I’m a fool apparently, I clicked on it, and one of those popular YouTube fart videos popped up and played, one with really loud farts. The first fart actually echoed in the room and other students glared at me: never felt so embarrassed (not including the night Dave found out about my fetish).
“Dude! Stop sending me this stuff!” I texted him. “I’m in the middle of an exam here!”
I scolded him for this, but the truth is that I couldn’t ask for a friend more open-minded than him.
The fact that he teases him with fart videos like he teases our heterosexual friends with those “shock” porn pics made me feel more… accepted.
But still… I was in the middle of an important exam so he had to stop.
And he obviously didn’t.
He sent me like 10 other links, just to annoy the sh%t out of me.
I mocked him by texting something like “Those videos are quite hard to find. Guess you’re gay too then!” but he would reply with “I had a great teacher!” and send me one of my awkward photos from Facebook.
Other times, since our friendship didn’t change a bit, he even made random references to my homosexuality or even my fart fetish when messaging me to make plans for the night (especially during the weekend). This mostly happens on WhatsApp:
Dave: “Dude, you have to come with us. Stop being a whiny little bi*ch and get up from that couch!”
Tim: “Sorry, man. I don’t think I’ll be joining you tonight…”
Dave: “You know what? If you don’t come with us… you’re gay!”
Dave: “Sorry, I mean… if you don’t come with us, you’re a fuc*ing heterosexual!
Dave: "U ride pussy, don’t you? Fuc*ing straight people!”
He was obviously being sarcastic, but I just loved how he adapted his… uhm… “humor” to my situation.
One time, however, things got a bit… hotter for me…
Dave: “Dude, come over. We have a lot to study…”
Tim: “Sorry, really can’t today. Aren’t you with Dana right now anyway?”
Dave: “I need somebody to focus with, not focus on. You know me and Dana always end up in bed after like 20 minutes.”
Dave: “It’s awesome but this stuff ain’t gonna study itself…”
Yep. Dave and his girlfriend Dana apparently had a very active sex life.
Glad he was getting laid. And Dana was pretty cool to be honest.
Tim: “Dave, sorry. Maybe tomorrow, k?”
Dave: “Dude! Come on! I’m farting like crazy today!”
Did… did he just try to “bribe” me using his farting abilities?
Dave: “Seriously. I just ripped one that was like 10 seconds long. What a waste of farts!”
Tim: “Dave… are you crazy?”
Took a couple of minutes to reply to that one, and then I got two messages at once.
Dave: “Oh yessss, Tim, crazy for youuuuuu!” he wrote, with a heart emoticon at the end (again, he’s a sassy bi*ch as usual).
I then saw that WhatsApp was loading a video sent by him, an actual video, not a link.
It was Dave, a smirk drawn on his face while staring at the camera. He was wearing a simple black shirt. The view soon moved and I saw his slightly sagging-butt in jeans sitting on a wooden chair, and then heard this big fart echoing in his living room (he was alone), rumbling loudly and hard on the wooden surface. He even turned the camera to his face while he was forcing the “classic”-sounding fart out, making funny facial expressions; indeed, the fart lasted almost 10 seconds, and I obviously loved that: biggest farts I’ve ever heard from him in awhile! It was like watching those funny fartvines on… well… Vine, but having my best friend as the funny/hot farter this time.
Dave: “Hope that convinced you…” he then texted.
I was kinda… “offended” by that last message.
I mean, yeah, I seriously wanted to be there, but I always love spending time with Dave, farts or not (that’s why we’ve been friends since… forever).
Tim: “Are you seriously using farts to buy my friendship? It’s not like I don’t want to study with you. I just can’t today!”
Was that too harsh? Should I have added a smiley face at the end?
Only thing I was sure of, is that I never thought that a sentence like that would even make sense someday.
And I was still bewildered by how Dave was so comfortable with the fact that I loved farts.
Tim: “You don’t need farts to convince me, Dave. More like… you’re making me suffer!” I joked, finally breaking the ice myself with a reference to my embarrassing fetish, proving that I indeed wanted to be there with him, enjoying those farts.
Another couple of minutes passed.
Was he making another…?
Dave: “I know you’re suffering, Tim. Don’t worry. That’s why I’m sending you this.”
Oh boy, another video. Should I play it? Was he aware that I was getting a boner from all of this?
I literally pitched a tent in my pants.
There… it’s Dave again, this time sitting on the couch. The video started with his face winking at the camera with a sly smile; the camera then moved between his legs and slowly panned towards his butt in loose jeans (he probably put his legs on the small table in front of his couch, to make his butt more visible). Now I had a rather unique (and hot -for me) view of both his butt (and part of his crotch) in jeans and his face. He grinned wildly and the fart began, ripped right in front of the phone. The sound and the views were perfect; Dave moved the camera towards his butt as the fart kept going strong, sounding like a deep trumpet; I could see the detailed blue fabric of his jeans as the funny sounds continued. What a lucky phone!
It lasted around 8 seconds and it was simply the hotness.
The video ended with Dave laughing at the camera and all went pitch black.
Tim: “You’re insane, Dave!” I joked again, enjoying how crazy he was about this. And for me I guess.
But I had to tell him.
Tim: “Dave, you do know that all of this gave me a… well…”
But as I was halfheartedly writing the second part of the message, Dave wrote more stuff.
Dave: “Then go beat your meat! I can’t do everything for you, Tim.”
Dave: “And please don’t act like this is some kind of big deal…
Dave: "Wow, Tim got a boner! How impressive!”
Dave: “Let’s all bow to Tim, the mighty guy whose penis can turn bigger!”
Dave: “Behold, the Great Tim! The guy who once had a boner and had to tell everyone!”
Further proof that Dave was being the best friend ever.
He was clearly being sarcastic; he was joking. That was his way of telling me “Nah bro, it’s all good”. And I was kinda surprised that he was so… chill about this stuff. I literally had a boner because of him and he just… didn’t care. As I said, he’s very open minded and perfectly comfortable with his own sexuality, so he didn’t have the irrational fear of “turning gay” when doing this stuff with and for me. I also appreciated that he trusted me with those funny, but otherwise embarrassing videos.
After one or two minutes, I’ve received one big audio file and I just knew what I was going to get when I clicked the triangular-shaped button to play them.
I heard Dave singing my name like he was some kind of serial killer trying to find me.
Dave: “Tim… come here…”
I then heard a series of muffled noises, as if the camera was being put under something, and it was clear what: I in fact then heard the loud, audio-glitching sound of one big fart that lasted around four seconds.
Dave: “He’s waiting for you…” he sung again in that creepy tone of voice.
Another fart, just as big as the first one.
He was on fire that day!
Now I was both laughing like an idiot and having the biggest boner.
Tim: “Dude, you’re on fire! But… to be honest, that was kinda gay…” I chuckled.
Dave: “Says the guy who gets a boner when he hears a fart. You fuc*ing hypocrite.”
He then sent yet another audio file, with him singing that meme-song “I’m gay, gay, gay, I love long big c*cks”, but slightly changing the lyrics. He even put a karaoke version of it on his computer while recording the audio file.
Dave: “You are gay, gay gay, you love long big farts. ‘cuz you’re supah-super gay, and you love big…”
Fittingly enough, a huge fart from my best friend took over the last part of the song. Loud as usual, sounding like a deep chainsaw. I could just imagine how beautiful that was. But the best part was probably the fact that he was definitely farting for me. I know, not your usual “hot sexy” scenario… more like a “sweet” one, in a very twisted way of course.
I wasn’t obviously offended by that “gay song”, since I knew that Dave was just being silly as usual and his mocking words were definitely not mean-spirited.
Tim: “Aren’t you supposed to be studying right now?” I asked.
Dave: “I don’t know, aren’t you supposed to be here right now?”
Tim: “Dude, seriously. Thank you! But I’m serious… I really can’t today.”
Dave: “Alright… alright… cya tonight faggot…” he wrote, with a heart-shaped emoticon at the end.
I just rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit, then drove my attention to my own books.
This was going to be a long afternoon. But after only one minute of silence, my phone vibrated wildly: it was Dave and he was calling me. Very unusual in that moment.
“Uhm… Dave? Hello?” I picked up.
I was greeted by a series of “Dude, sorry!” and I was really confused.
“Dave… what?”
It was just Dave being adorkable I guess.
“Dude, sorry about that 'faggot'… that was bit too much, sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
I laughed in disbelief. “Bro, it’s OK. I’m not offended. I know you didn’t want to insult me or anything…”
“No, Tim. That one word is not a joke and I shouldn’t have used it, sorry.”
I was just… wow. Dave went from “dominant friendly farter” to “adorable/awkward confused puppy” in mere seconds. Further proof that I was the luckiest guy alive (fetish or not): Dave cared so much for me that he even apologized for the “f-word”, which admittedly is a very bad word for a guy like me. But this time it was coming from Dave, my best friend, a guy who cares so much about me that he would even “censor” his language just to avoid unfortunate implications.
Ironically enough, the roles were switched, and he was the one saying a rapid-fire series of “sorry!” this time.
“Dave, quit with the apologizing. You’re the best.” I chuckled. “We’re bros, that’s what we do: we insult each other!”
“Alright… you sure? Not going to use that word ever again though.”
“Dave… it’s OK. You’re the best.”
“OK… OK. See you tonight. Take care.”
And he hang up.
He just wanted to make sure that he didn’t accidentally offend me by calling me a “fag”.
I would have been, if it wasn’t coming from Dave.
But then again, he also said that he was going to kick in the face whoever dared to insult me.
And he said that before he found out the truth about me: he’s always been quite protective.
“Oh come on!” I shouted, almost annoyed, merely five minutes later, when I heard the phone vibrate one more time.
It was Dave. Again.
He sent another video.
I tried to scoff at it but I was obviously loving all of this instead.
He was lying on the couch, the camera focusing on his butt in jeans. I could see both his face and butt, at the same time. It was like he filmed the video imagining my POV when he farted in my face, and I absolutely enjoyed that.
“Alright, Tim… Sorry for calling you a faggot.” he spoke in a “comically” serious voice. He truly was “sorry”, but it was clear that he was trying not to laugh. “I’m really, really sorry, believe me.”
Keeping a straight face, he ripped an incredibly loud, deep fart at the camera. He didn’t bat an eye, blink or smile. He eventually lost it towards the end of that 6-seconds long blast. He chuckled a bit and then turned “serious” again.
“That was a sad fart… we’re both sorry.”
He then closed his eyes and made a funny face, signing in relief as he ripped another long fart, the lucky camera slowly panning towards the seams and textures of the blue denim covering his powerful sagging butt. It lasted almost 10 seconds: truly a fart master. And those weren’t even on command!
“Oh my…” I whispered, staring in awe at the amazing video.
“This one was on the house…” he chuckled, right before turning the phone to his butt one last time and ripping a short series of toots, grinning wildly, clearly forcing those smaller farts out just for me. And that was it.
My boner was definitely wet now as bits of that well-known white substance poured from the tip of of my “standing” dick, slightly dampening my boxers and pants. It was like a volcano going to explode. A volcano that, just like me, couldn’t take it anymore. I rushed to the bathroom and furiously beat my meat, almost strangling my rock-hard penis with a firm grip. I didn’t last much: I literally peed sperm, thinking of Dave’s farts. The best part is that I didn’t need to imagine anything: it was all real. I laughed in relief just as I felt my penis deflating like a balloon, after it vomited its white substance. It felt good, not “masturbation good”, like “life is good”. And it was.
My best friend, Dave, was this fantastic guy who, in his own, twisted way, was taking care of me, accepting me, making me comfortable with my fart fetish. A gassy, open-minded, mildly disgusting “bro” who only wanted to preserve our friendship.
And I couldn’t be happier.
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U.N.I. | doyoung (m)
title: college love
pairing: doyoung x black!reader
genre: fluff, smut, college!au
request: There’s suddenly a foreigner in his class (University of course). He teases her and always seems to stick to her side. The kick is, is that she finds out he likes her by eavesdropping [I wanted to give you room to flex that brain of yours bc your writing is like magic]
word count: 6.3k
warnings: emetophobia warning, alcohol use, sub!doyoung, handjob, oral (female receiving...and a little bit male receiving?), thigh riding
a/n: shout out to anon for the new title idea cuz i be struggling lmaoo
Doyoung is curious.
You are new to his class, having joined a couple weeks after the semester had already begun. You’re certainly not the first foreigner he’s seen, considering that the university is an international school that sees a wealth of students from other countries every year.
But still. He’s curious.
You both sit in the same row, with you a few seats down from him. That makes it harder for him to sneak glances over at you without being too obvious or receiving weird looks from the other students who think he’s staring at them. Mostly, he contents himself with hearing your voice when you answer questions or occasionally talk to your other classmates.
Doyoung tries to think about how he might also get to talk to you without seeming weird or too random, which makes him feel even sillier because he usually doesn’t have this much anxiety over talking to new people. However, he doesn’t have to ponder over it for much longer when the professor decides to split each row into groups for an in-class assignment.
You and him and three other people from your row gather together in a circle, and there are a few awkward introductions—as is the norm with classmates who haven’t truly interacted with each other before.
“I’m Y/N,” you introduce yourself, glancing at the others sitting across from you.
They nod in acknowledgement, and Doyoung responds with, “It’s nice to meet you.” He makes sure to give his best welcoming smile, which you return.
Despite all five of you being in the same group, it soon becomes apparent that Doyoung is the best ally to have on your team. The other three students couldn’t be less motivated about the assignment if they tried, mostly gleaning answers off the two of you.
By the time the period ends, you are more than ready to get the hell out and go to your next class. You can only roll your eyes at knowing they’ll get credit for work they barely even helped with. However, your bad mood is momentarily interrupted by your only other partner who bothered to help—Doyoung.
“Thanks for that,” he says as you pass by his desk. You stop and turn around, raising your eyebrows. “You know, for...that.” Doyoung shoots an icy look towards the other people in your row. Only one of them meets his eyes, though they pointedly try to pretend like they never saw him as they gather their things and leave.
You watch the awkward exchange and can’t help but laugh. “Oh yeah, no problem. It’s nice to have someone who actually cares enough to help.”
Doyoung instantly thinks your laugh is pretty, and he decides he wants to hear more of it.
“You know, if you ever want to work together again, I’m here,” he suggests. “I mean...you’re new here, right? So if you need any help with anything...just ask.”
You smile, grateful for the offer. “Oh really? That’s nice of you. I might just have to take you up on it...because I really don’t know a soul here.” You check your phone. “Shit, I should be getting to my next class. See you later. Thanks again!”
Doyoung waves as you leave the classroom, wanting to say more but knowing you’re busy, and he hopes that you really do consider his offer.
The next class doesn’t involve groups this time, much to your relief—and Doyoung’s as well. Doyoung still finds a way to talk to you without having to do group work, though; and the best part about it is that he doesn’t even have to do anything.
“Hey Doyoung,” you say, coming to stand by his desk at the end of class. He perks up in his seat at your presence, giving you an amiable smile.
“Hey Y/N, how are you?”
“I’m fine, though I do feel a little lost at the moment.”
Doyoung’s eyebrows draw together. “What’s the matter?”
You laugh and shake your head, a little embarrassed to tell him. “Okay, like, I have a map of the campus and everything, but I keep getting lost trying to go to classes and it’s kind of annoying...plus I don’t need a bunch of tardies in my first month here.”
“Your professors still care about that kind of stuff?”
“Yep. Unfortunately, I didn’t get any of the cool ones who don’t give a fuck about someone coming in late—for a class I’m paying for. Amazing.”
Doyoung smirks. “So you need a tour guide, is that it?”
You shrug. “If you’re up for it. I don’t wanna take up too much of your time, you know, if you’re busy. This campus is unnecessarily huge.”
Doyoung gathers his bag and stands to his feet. “Of course I can help the damsel in distress.”
“Damsel, huh?” You snort. “What’re you then, a knight in shining armor?”
“I can be if you want me to be.”
“You a comedian or something?” You give him a look between incredulity and amusement, a bit surprised at him being so brazen. “Let’s go then, brave knight. Help me find out where the Student Affairs office is before I completely lose my mind.”
Just as you asked, Doyoung leads you right to the Student Affairs office—and to a bunch of other places on campus, which you’re not entirely sure you’re going to remember. At least you have him to walk you through it until you memorize everything.
Finally, you both stop in a grassy area of campus with a few benches nearby, standing under the shade of a tree. Doyoung turns to you. “I’ve dragged you all over this campus now, so I guess the least I could do is buy you a coffee or something.”
“You did it because I asked! But...if you’re determined to pay, I won’t stop you.” You laugh.
“Do you remember where the coffee shop is?” Doyoung asks, like he’s a professor giving you a pop quiz. You sweat because you’ve already forgotten, and you screw your face up in mock concentration.
“Umm...that way?” You point in a random direction and he chuckles when it’s wrong. He grabs your arm and guides it to the right direction, which is behind you—right in the area you just came from.
“No, it’s here! Let’s go. We’re gonna need to spend some more time out here later.”
By the end of the day, you’re surprised by how comfortable you already feel around Doyoung despite only talking to him for the first time in your group assignment the other day. He appears to think the same of you, if him sliding you his number is any indication.
“I know we have a class together, but if you want to talk outside of that…you know where to reach me now.” He taps his fingers against the table you’re both sitting at. “I think you’ll definitely be needing another tour soon.”
“I tried my best.” You sigh dramatically, placing your chin in your hand. “But thanks. I’ve got your number now, so don’t feel a way if you see me bothering you more often.” You flash him a teasing grin.
Doyoung shakes his head goodnaturedly at your statement, taking another sip of his coffee. “Somehow, I don’t think I’ll mind.”
Though you do call on Doyoung to help you get around campus a few more times, he ends up hanging around you a lot more often outside the guise of being your personal tour guide.
Whether it’s to go to the library, visit a fast food place off campus, or even see some sports game, he’s never far away. During your first month of being at school, he’d simply explained it as wanting you to get familiar with the sights in and around campus so you wouldn’t get lost again. However, it quickly culminates in him randomly asking you to go places just because he can—and because he wants to.
You’re glad for his company—much more than you’d let him know, not wanting to come off as too clingy. Though Doyoung seems like the type to be all about his studies—which he mostly is, and it’s not a bad thing—he also knows how to have fun and how to make you laugh, even explaining jokes in Korean that go over your head.
He makes you feel remarkably less alone while adjusting to living in another country, far away from home. It also doesn’t take you long to find out that he’s good for teasing you to no end, which often makes you want to roll your eyes or flick him in the forehead, but even his banter reminds you of your friends back home. You’re incredibly grateful for that small piece of familiarity.
After a couple months of finally settling into the campus life, you, Doyoung, and a few of his friends decide to go to a frat house party, along with Seulgi—a girl you’re becoming close to in another one of your classes. You’re not entirely sure what to anticipate, but the experience is quite similar to what you’d expect to see back in your home country—the same drunk dancing, endless shots of alcohol, loud music, and men who are far too grabby for their own good.
Speaking of that last point…
You and Seulgi dance together amongst a flood of bodies, which is fun for a while until random men keep trying to drag you away from each other to dance with them instead; some of them are more agitated than others about being rejected.
“College guys are dangerously horny.” Seulgi laughs, though she also cuts her eyes at a small group of men nearby who’re giving you both ravenous looks.
“Kinda wish they’d go be horny somewhere else,” you say, and then you roll your eyes when yet another hand brushes against your waist. You turn to see who the culprit is this time, but it’s only Doyoung, and you’re palpably relieved to see him. “You’re back! Seems like you’d disappeared forever.”
“Yes, I am. Someone’s excited. Did you miss me that bad?” He smirks.
“Oh, please. I’m just happy you’re here so the creeps will go away.”
When you say this, his expression instantly morphs into one of recognizable concern. “Is someone bothering you two?”
“Not really, these dudes are just weirdly pushy.” Seulgi giggles, trying to wave it off. The last thing you all need is to start an argument or a full-out fight with one of these frat guys.
“Forreal. Therefore, you should act like you’re my boyfriend until the night is over.” You declare this unabashedly, linking your arm with Doyoung’s. For a second, he seems flustered at your suggestion, and then his face settles back into the same cool countenance as before.
“Fine, since you want to be next to me so much.” You elbow him at that. “That’s a good save for you, but what about Seulgi?” Doyoung asks, looking at the other girl. She is unbothered, though, and casually grabs his other arm.
“Poly relationship. Ever heard of it?” Now he really is flustered, and you laugh out loud at his expression.
You spend a good portion of the night like that, all three of you linked together as the perfect “throuple,” with some people at the party giving you interesting looks. When Johnny sees you all, he throws you and Doyoung an expression reminiscent of a grin—but somehow more devious—and Doyoung only twists his mouth up in a sneer. You don’t know what any of that interaction means, though it makes you wonder.
Seulgi eventually decides she prefers Johnny to be her fake boyfriend instead of Doyoung and goes off with him to do...whatever it is they went to do. You’re sure you can take a guess, though.
After the other two take their leave, you and Doyoung eventually end up on the back porch. It’s a little cooler out here than it is inside, though still a bit crowded with lingering couples and groups. You’re both bunched up in a small corner against the side of the house, leaning over the railing to look out at the backyard—which is mostly just trees and bushes.
“Well, how are you enjoying your first college party?” he asks, casting a questioning glance your way.
“It’s fun. I think I could see why some people end up spending all their time on this instead of studying, ha.”
“Hey, don’t become a party girl ‘cause I’m not gonna do all your homework for you.” Doyoung snickers.
“Oh, Doyoung. I wouldn’t expect you to, you’re not even good at science.”
He sucks his teeth and tucks his chin into his arms to hide the grin playing across his face. It’s quiet again for a little while, or as quiet as it can be with the others on the porch talking and laughing.
Doyoung peeks at you from underneath his fringe and thinks about what he should say next. Something like...not that, but…well, what if he did? Would it be terrible if he said it now, right here at a crowded frat party on some rickety back porch? Maybe, but…
Doyoung pushes himself off the railing and looks at you, tracing your profile with his eyes. Maybe the alcohol has taken more effect on him than he initially thought. “Y/N…” he starts, and you glance at him.
Just then, a red-faced dude who’s obviously incredibly smashed stumbles over to where you two are and promptly throws up on the floor. Some of it gets on Doyoung’s shoes, which causes him to jump back and curse loudly.
“Are you a fucking idiot?!”
“That’s disgusting,” you groan, turning your face away from the mess. You’d probably laugh if it weren’t so gross—and wasn’t right next to where you were standing. The guy doesn’t pay either of you much attention, though, because he’s too busy slumping against the railing like he’s going to pass out. Maybe somebody should worry about that, but it won’t be either of you.
“Ugh, for fuck’s sake...come on.” Doyoung takes your hand and carefully steers you around the mess, heading back indoors and maneuvering through the thick of the party. You’re not sure where he’s going at first until you both end up in some cramped bathroom, with him pulling his shoes off and running them under the tub faucet. You lean against the door, feeling like you need to stand guard so no drunken couples will burst in, even though it’s already locked. You’re not quite sure why he brought you along for this little ride, but you’re not complaining; it’s better than being left outside.
You look at him sitting on the edge of the tub and angrily wiping his shoes as best he can with toilet paper, and you giggle, though you try to keep it quiet. However, you can’t stop more giggles from pouring out at his comically pissed-off expression. Doyoung looks up at you with his eyebrows creased, a confused and irritated look coloring his features. “What’s so funny?”
You shake your head, unable to speak for a few moments. Doyoung tilts his head to the side and looks at you impatiently while you try to catch your breath, though his upset face only makes you want to laugh more. “I’m sorry, but from where I’m standing...th—this is pretty hilarious.” You burst out into laughter again. “I’m locked in a bathroom with you at a college party while you scrub vomit off your shoes. If this doesn’t make us friends for life, nothing will.”
To your surprise, he actually cracks a cynical grin after a few moments, shaking his head and sighing. His shoulders heave with the gesture. “I hate university sometimes.”
Doyoung tries not to think too deeply about that “friends for life” comment, though to his irritation, it stays in his head for days after the party. Even after he’s nearly forgotten about the shoe incident.
You go to the library one night to find an academic journal for an upcoming paper. You’re not happy about having to make the trek, especially in this digital era when everything imaginable is usually readily accessible online, but it is what it is.
At night, the library becomes more of a hangout spot rather than a place for studying, and you don’t entirely expect to get much reading done in there. You’re hoping there’s an empty room or something you can duck into to take some quick notes on the information you need.
Finding the journal takes a bit of searching, but you finally locate it on a shelf near the back of the library. You’re about to leave the aisle and find somewhere to read it when a couple of people walk into the aisle in front of yours. By their voices, you know it’s Doyoung and Johnny.
You decide to peek over and say hi, but before you can get to the end of the aisle, you hear their heated conversation. You stop in your tracks and listen, which you probably shouldn’t be doing; but you’re not sure if you want to interrupt this talk they’re having once you hear what they’re saying, either.
“You’re being ridiculous. Just tell her!” Johnny hisses under his breath like he wants to talk louder but doesn’t want to be too distracting in the library. Ever so courteous of him, but you doubt anyone else really cares at the moment.
“Hyung, not everybody is like you. It’s not easy to just go up to someone and say you like them.”
“You act as if you’re gonna be talking to a stranger. She knows you and you know her, you hang out all the time. It’s more likely that she does like you than she doesn’t.”
“...You really think that?”
“She lets you tell all your unfunny jokes without much complaint, so yeah, I’d say she must be head over heels for you.”
“Shut the hell up. Unfunny jokes? You’re one to talk!”
You listen to the conversation intently, wondering who this mystery girl Doyoung apparently likes could be. He’s never told you about having a crush on anyone, nor has he made it obvious that he likes someone else. Although you know he has other friends—Johnny’s obviously one of them—you’re not sure what girl he hangs out with all the time besides you.
Johnny chuckles. “Don’t be mad that Y/N laughs at my jokes more than yours.”
Your eyebrows raise at this. Wait. What does this conversation have to do with you? Unless.
“Yeah, you’re supposed to laugh at a clown,” Doyoung retorts.
“Whatever, Doyoung. You just do what I told you. It’s seriously so sad watching you pine over Y/N like there isn’t an easy solution for this.”
You’re reeling with shock by now, but their voices are also getting closer to the end of the aisle like they’re about to walk into the very one you’re hiding out in. You run away before they can spot you, though you do end up drawing a few peculiar glances from some other library goers.
You eventually find a quiet, uncrowded space to sit down and take notes in, though you can hardly concentrate on the work at hand with this new information in your mind. Doyoung likes you? Doyoung likes you. Then that must be why he always messes with you, and why he’s practically been glued to your side since you got there.
Your hand tightens and loosens around your pen repeatedly as you mull over this knowledge. The longer you think about it, though, a smirk grows on your face.
The week after, you and Doyoung have one of your regular study sessions together. You’ve dressed up for it more than you normally would—the same thing you’ve been doing throughout the week, too. Even if Doyoung doesn’t know what you know, you get a bit of fun out of dressing up to catch his eye. And it definitely works.
He always steals glances at you when he thinks you aren’t paying any attention, and you get infinite amusement out of whipping your head around to try to catch him in the act. The light blush on the tips of his ears and his startled bunny look is worth it every time.
“You got so dressed up just to study? You’ve really been going all out this week,” Doyoung comments as you sit down at your usual table in the library. He gives a small smirk as he scans your new outfit for today. He does this as if he’s only teasing and evaluating your clothes, puckering his lips in concentration, though it’s also an excuse to check you out.
“You could just say ‘you look so fucking fine this week, Y/N.’ I know you want to say it, anyway.” Doyoung’s cheeks flush a little, and he shakes his head.
“You’re something else. Okay, you look pretty. Does that satisfy you?”
“Well. You forgot the ‘fucking,’ but I’ll let it slide.”
You both get into your work and a calm quiet settles between you, punctuated with you occasionally asking each other questions about the assignment. At some point, you grow a little bored with staring at the text for so long, and you stop and simply look at Doyoung sitting across from you in one of his favorite hoodies and his glasses. Something tender rises in your chest, a sensation you hadn’t quite given a name to until now, and you put your cheek in your hand, grinning slightly.
“I wonder why someone like you doesn’t have a girlfriend yet.”
Doyoung looks up as if he’s not sure if you’re talking to him, then furrows his eyebrows. “Someone like me?”
“Aw, you know, you’re handsome and caring and smart, and you can even be a little bit funny—even though you get on my nerves sometimes.” Doyoung rolls his eyes at the last part, though you know he’s preening at your compliments.
“I don’t know, I’m busy with studies.”
“But isn’t there even one person you might like? Or might be interested in?” Doyoung’s not looking at you anymore, his eyes dropping back down to instead focus on his book, but you notice how his fingers tighten around the textbook’s edges.
“Um—well, I haven’t really thought about that…”
“Really? No one in your dorm or your classes has caught your eye?”
Doyoung shifts a little and clears his throat. He shakes his head in response to your question, though the movement is hesitant. “What about you?”
“Changing the subject, huh? Excellent method of evasion…” You flip a page in your notebook, pointedly avoiding Doyoung’s gaze even though he’s peering up at you again. You wait with your lips clamped together, trying not to laugh as his expression grows more impatient.
“Well?! Aren’t you going to answer, after forcing me to?”
“I will when you tell the truth.” You slap the notebook closed, which causes him to jump, and this time a laugh does slip out. Doyoung’s eyes dart around your small section of the library like there might be someone else listening, or like he’s searching for a prank camera.
“The truth about what? I already told you!”
“Then what about what you told Johnny?”
Doyoung freezes for a moment, and various emotions flit across his face. He finally settles firmly on embarrassment and disappointment. “...He told you? I’m going to kill him.” His voice is softer now, like he would disappear completely if he could.
“No, I—okay, don’t get mad at me, it’s not like I did it on purpose, but I heard you two talking in here a week ago…”
“Oh...shit. You—you were there? And you didn’t say anything?!”
“Yeah. Not very discreet, huh? Maybe you want to do that in your dorm room next time.” You’re still smiling. Doyoung shifts nervously again, as if he just wants to get up and run the hell out.
“So, um…you know, then.”
“Yep.”
“If you don’t like me, you can just say so,” Doyoung blurts out. “I...it’s fine. I don’t expect anything of you, so we can really just forget all about this. I promise I won’t make things weird, Y/N. I just...I just found myself really liking you as we got to know each other.”
“You can’t make things weird when you’re already weird.” You giggle and place your hand over Doyoung’s, grasping his fingers. “So...let’s date, then.”
He looks at you questioningly, surprise taking over. “Wait, you’re serious?”
“I’m serious.” And now you’re a little embarrassed yourself, but you continue, “Doyoung...I like you too. I guess I don’t totally hate all your teasing. But don’t get cocky about it.”
Doyoung rearranges your hands so your fingers are now laced together. A relieved smile makes a home on his lips. “Well, too late. Now you’re never going to hear the end of it.”
“Oh, I can’t wait.” Your response is sarcastic, but the smile on your face is totally genuine.
That weekend, Johnny leaves the dorm to go visit some of his other friends in town, which means Doyoung will have the room all to himself for those few days. Normally his plans would consist of studying, trying to catch up on sleep, or seeing what his other friends are up to, but with you as his new girlfriend, he wants to spend that time together.
“So, this is your dorm,” you say, holding Doyoung’s hand as he leads you into his shared dorm with Johnny.
“Home away from home, I guess,” he says, leading you over to his bed so you can sit down. Before he can let go of your hand, you tug him to you and gesture for him to bring his face closer to yours, like you’re going to whisper something to him.
“What is it?” he asks. He’s quickly silenced by you pushing your lips against his in a kiss. When you both separate, it’s reluctant, and Doyoung pecks your mouth once more before straightening up again. You laugh at the slightly goofy grin on his face.
“What should we do?” you ask, getting more comfortable on his bed and leaning against the wall.
“I had movies in mind, but we can do anything you want.”
“Movies are fine! Hurry and start it up, I’m gonna get cold without you beside me.”
Doyoung gives an overexaggerated cringe, and you hide your face. “And you complain about me being cheesy?!”
You both make it through two and a half movies before you start getting antsy with sitting in the same spot for so long. Doyoung is still lying calmly beside you, his arm around your shoulder and the other behind his head as he continues watching the movie. Deciding to act on a whim, you abandon all pretenses of watching any more of the movie and swing your legs over his own so you’re sitting in his lap. When you situate yourself in his lap, he seems a bit starstruck, as if he wasn’t expecting this to happen—like, ever.
“Y/N…” Doyoung’s voice is surprisingly soft, like the day you revealed your feelings for each other. It’s a noticeable departure from his usual demeanor. He blinks at you for a couple moments.
“What?” you say innocently, copying his actions and blinking back at him.
Doyoung swipes his tongue across his lips, though it’s more of a nervous gesture than anything else. “You’re...you know.”
You chuckle. “‘You know’? Let’s use our words.”
“You’re, uh...s-soft,” is what he stammers out, like it was the only thing he could think of at the last minute.
“And you should be hard, but you’re not yet. So let’s fix that. If you want to?” You quickly tack the last sentence on, trying to give him an out if he really doesn’t want this. However, the hands that suddenly go to your hips make you think otherwise.
“Do it, then.” He provokes you, trying to regain his usual confidence, though it still comes out less forceful than intended.
You bring your hand to his crotch and palm him over his pants, and Doyoung takes a deep breath. You bring your lips to his, kissing him deeply and adding to the pleasant feeling. He kisses you back eagerly, flexing his hands on your hips and gripping you more tightly. You end up making out like that for a little while, and he grows underneath your palm as you tease him.
Eventually, you want more than simply feeling him over his sweatpants and pull them down, exposing his bulge. You don’t touch him for real, not just yet; instead, you trace your finger along the shape of his dick underneath the material of his boxers. Doyoung whimpers against your lips at that touch, very quietly, but audible enough for you to hear it over the TV in the background.
“Don’t get all sensitive on me now.” You pull away from his mouth and laugh. “What happened to all that teasing you love to torture me with?” You drag his underwear down so you can release his member, which is still growing underneath your caresses. Precum is already beading at the tip, flushed with need. Doyoung looks down at your hand holding his dick and worries his lip as you begin stroking him earnestly now.
He leans his head back against the wall, and you watch his throat work as he swallows and tries to keep his sounds quiet. The soundproofing in these dorms certainly isn’t the best; the people on the other side of the wall have kept him awake enough nights to know that. The few moans he does let go are low and pretty and soft, and they fit him perfectly.
Though you are stroking him mostly for his own pleasure, you do take the time to explore his dick while you have it in your hand—running your finger over a vein that stands out against the hot skin, sliding his precum between your fingers and using it to get the rest of his shaft slick. You take your time with him, but he doesn’t seem to mind the leisurely pace.
“Do you wanna come in my hand?” you ask him, and his body tenses as you reach further down to tease his balls. Another bead of precum runs down his shaft.
“That would be a waste,” Doyoung huffs, and he shifts his leg a little so his thigh is tucked between your legs now, your heat pressing right down on him. He moves his thigh back and forth slowly across you, and you let out a long, shaky breath at the way the muscles of his leg flex and release against your clit.
“Then where do you wanna do it?” You still your movements on him for a few seconds but keep your thumb on his tip so you can tease the sensitive slit there, and another choked groan comes from him.
“T-take a guess,” he says, and pulls on your hips again so he can drag your pussy over his thigh more firmly. The friction makes you whine.
“Maybe I should just make you cum like this, since you seem more interested in making me ride your leg.” You go back to steadily stroking his cock, tightening your grip on him. His mouth drops open a little at your actions.
“Y/N,” he whispers breathlessly, and lifts one hand to pull at your sweater. “Take this off.”
“Then take yours off.” Doyoung strips his sweater off as soon as you say it and waits for you to do the same. His mouth goes to your breasts once they’re free. You grin at the pleasurable sensation and run your hand through his hair, pushing him closer to your chest. Your other hand goes back to his dick, and it twitches when you make contact. “I really think you could cum just like this, with you sucking my tits and me jerking you off. Wouldn’t you like that, Doie?”
Doyoung’s face flushes at that claim, though he doesn’t deny it. He simply keeps sucking at your nipples and leaving marks across your chest, flexing his thigh against you for added stimulation.
You want him to come first, so you spit in your hand for more lube and stroke him faster, the slick sound of your hand on his cock filling your ears. His moans are more frequent now, though he still tries to hide them; all the while, you try to pull more out of him. If the people next door know what’s going on, they’ll just have to enjoy the free entertainment.
“Y/N,” he pants against your skin, and his body tenses up more underneath you. You pull his head away from your chest so you can tuck your face into his neck, placing your lips over his beating pulse and feeling the way his muscles jump under the slight touch of your mouth.
“You don’t wanna come in my hand, right? Where do you want it, then?” You keep your lips close to his ear and slow your pace to make sure he doesn’t come too soon.
“I…um—”
“Don’t be shy now, you’re about to come, aren’t you?” You twist your hand over his tip and he groans low in his throat; the sound vibrates across your lips.
“I...in your mouth.”
You sit back to look at him, grinning devilishly. “So that’s what you like? Fine then, baby boy.” You remove yourself from his thigh, which is noticeably damp now, and position yourself between his legs with the tip of his cock pointed towards your mouth. You lean forward a bit to take the head between your lips, rubbing your tongue against the sensitive underside of it, and Doyoung comes quick with a soft cry. His cum floods over your tongue in thick, salty waves, and you keep sucking the tip until he has no more to give.
You get back onto the bed after you’ve swallowed everything, and before you know what’s happening, Doyoung has turned you on your stomach and is pulling your panties and sweatpants down in one fell swoop. “Doyoung—” Your sentence breaks when he lifts your hips up and his tongue parts your lower lips, sliding through the slickness and pushing into your hole. Your words melt into a moan as you arch your hips more to get closer to his face.
“Doyoung, y-yes, please—” You curl your fingers in the fabric of his comforter, panting harshly against the material as Doyoung dips his fingers and tongue into you like he’s starving. His tongue on your clit is maddening, circling back and forth and making your legs shake as you try to balance yourself in this position he’s tugged you into.
His fingers find what they’re looking for quickly and he teases your g-spot, thrusting into it only sometimes and leaving you wanting all the other times. In the very back of your mind, you wonder if what he said about being too studious for relationships is true, because how else would he have learned to do all this? God.
When you get close to coming, Doyoung takes some mercy on you and crooks his fingers into that soft spot more consistently now, and you cry out as you tighten around his fingers. It’s beautifully, wonderfully satisfying. The soft sounds he releases while he eats you out make you even weaker, as if he can’t hide just how turned on he is from tasting you.
Your climax hits you suddenly, and by the end of it you are laughing softly with the intoxication of how good you feel, how good he’s made you feel. When he finally pulls back from you, you let your body fully collapse against the small mattress, and Doyoung rests his head against your thigh momentarily, as if he himself is exhausted.
“I...wanted to do that for a while,” he says, and you can’t see his face but you think he must be blushing, with how sheepishly he admitted it.
It takes a bit of shuffling but you eventually end up lying side by side, stripped bare and looking up at the ceiling. The movie has long gone off, and there’s nothing but Netflix’s slideshow of new shows and movies playing on the screen now.
After a few more moments of nothing but the sound of heavy breaths, you say, “We are having round two, like right now.”
“You’re already addicted to me, huh?” Doyoung chuckles, dragging his knuckles over your side and making your skin tingle. You smirk and throw your leg over him, and he groans at how your pussy slides over his hardening length.
“By the end of the night, you won’t be able to get enough of me.”
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To Love a Jerk
Pairing: Neito Monoma x gn!reader
Genre: angst, fluff
Warnings: getting shot, mention of blood
Summary: you and Monoma have always butted heads but things take a turn when class 1-A is attacked by the League of Villains
Word Count: 2.4k words
It wasn’t always like this.
At one point, you and Monoma were good friends. Then, entrance exams came around and you somehow made it into class 1-A while he was stuck in 1-B. It honestly didn’t make any sense to you. People like Mineta can be in class 1-A while other people with amazing quirks and skills are in lower classes? Maybe Mineta will be better once he acts more courageously.
Either way, the school splitting you up like this wasn’t a problem for you but it was for Monoma. He’s always been prideful and being put in a lower class rather than being with other top students wounded his pride. In return, he pokes and prods at class 1-A. Luckily for you, his teasings directed at you are normally just playful because while he doesn’t like being a ‘lesser’ to you, he still remembers the friendship that you two once shared.
You actually got into UA under recommendation and passed the entrance exams with flying colors. Because of this, you were in the top three of your class, alongside Bakugo and Todoroki. For some reason though, Mr. Aizawa pushes you harder than the other two. Maybe because he sees your potential and wants to help you improve. Who knows. Either way, you don’t appreciate being worn down like this every day.
After practicing out in the field with your class, you all make your way back inside. Once inside, he lets you have a restroom and water break before returning to the classroom. You’re currently gulping down water like you just got out of being in the desert for a week when Monoma comes over to you and the others that were waiting for water.
“Wow, you guys look tired. I can’t believe class 1-A is so weak! You were out there for, what, an hour? How pathetic!” You pull your head away from the fountain, turning to look at him. Once he sees you, he goes quiet for a moment before smirking and walking over to you. “Aww, what’s wrong, (Y/n)? Are you tired? Want me to fetch you a towel for all that sweat and dirt on you?” he coos.
You sigh and roll your eyes, not really feeling in the mood to be putting up with him right now. “You sure are talking big but we both know that if I wanted to, I could still wipe the floor with you in this state,” you say boldly, staring at him with fierce eyes. His smirk falls and he stares back at you quietly for a couple of seconds.
“You do realize that I can just copy your quirk and then it would be a pointless fight, right?” he replies, quirking a brow up at you. You aren’t sure why you decided to say this next. Normally, you would never say such things to him, or anyone else for that matter. It’s just that you’re so tired, you hurt all over, and your head is too hot, making it hard to think straight.
“Yeah, you’re right. It would be pointless because you don’t have your own quirk. You have to steal other’s quirks just to fight. How does that feel? Being so unoriginal, I mean.” As soon as you finish, you want to take the words right back. Everyone stares at you both, looking between you two in complete and utter shock.
Luckily for him and unluckily for you, Kendo comes over to save the day for Momona before you can apologize. “C’mon, Monoma. Stop tormenting class 1-A,” she says weakly, looking at him with concern. She’s never seen him like this. No one has.
He’s silent.
Monoma just stares at you in silence, hurt shining in his eyes. If anyone else insulted him, he would’ve laughed cockily and fired something back. He never thought you would ever say such things to him. He looks over at Kendo and nods before walking outside with the rest of his class since it’s now their turn to go out.
You sigh and close your eyes, guilt and shame filling you to the brim. Stupid, stupid is what you are. “(Y/n)? We are walking back to class now,” you hear Deku softly call out to you. You turn away from the door that leads outside and turn to look at him, smiling weakly at him as you walk with him back to class.
After that day, he refused to come and talk, or torment, you. It was eating you alive inside. There was no “Need some help with your homework, (Y/n)? You’ve never really been the sharpest tool in the shed.” or “Hey, (Y/n). I got a ninety-eight on my quiz whereas you got a ninety-seven. How does it feel to be such a sore loser?” He always used his insults as an excuse to talk to you and to even help you with said homework or something else that was ‘embarrassing’ for you.
He still talked to the other 1-A students though, continuing to make fun of them and the like. His insults were actually worse than usual. You decided after the third day of him not talking to you that enough is enough. You were determined to corner him and talk to him after school.
Today, your class was to go to USJ and practice your skills for saving and helping people from natural disasters. You were actually pretty excited to be able to work on these abilities. Well, that is until the League of Villains appeared. They separated you all and caused havoc amongst all the students.
After fighting through villain after villain after villain, you and some of the others finally reached the source. The villain had hands all over him along with a dressed-up villain with a purple smoke-like substance emitting from him. All Might was fighting tooth and nail to beat some bird looking figure.
It took a little while for things to start looking up and you started to believe that the good guys will win. You even helped to stop the bad guys and you’ve never felt more proud of yourself. You helped save All Might!
It all came crashing down though when a villain with gun barrels for fingers fired shots at your group. You were hit and you honestly didn’t feel it at first because of the adrenaline. The villains warped away, letting you collapse to the ground and relax. Once your adrenaline started to subside though, it was the worst pain you’d ever felt in your entire life. You ended up blacking out from all the pain.
When you woke up, you were in a bare white room, which you figured out was a hospital. You shift your position a bit and then feel it. You turn to see Monoma sitting in a chair with his head on your bed, his eyes closed as he peacefully sleeps. You sigh and gently place your hand on his blond locks, planning on running your fingers through the silky strands.
That is until he pops up the second you touch him. He stands up with a shout of your name, his chest heaving with each heavy breath that he dragged in. “Are you insane? What were you thinking? What part of ‘top bad guys’ made it seem like a good idea to fight them?” he shouts.
You stare up at him with a blank expression as he yells before a smile starts to break out on your face. “I’m fine, thanks for asking,” you reply teasingly. He huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, glaring sharply down at you.
“I know you’re fine, you dope! The nurses who have to keep checking on you because you decided to do something stupid told me as much!” he snidely replies back. You bite your lip, trying to stop smiling. He’s honestly such a dork. Instead of saying he’s worried about you and he’s glad you’re okay, he insults you.
It goes on like that for a while until a nurse finally comes in and tells him to lower his voice. The nurse, seeing you’re awake now, goes to get the doctor. The doctor explains you were shot and lost a lot of blood, but they got you here in time and were able to save you. You didn’t realize how serious it was until the doctor finished telling you everything. She then tells you that you’ll have to stay at the hospital for a little while to make sure that there are no complications.
“You know, you’re very lucky to have such a kind boyfriend. He made sure you were always wrapped up in a blanket, the window open to give you light and fresh air, and—”
“Okay! Thank you, doctor!” he hisses, a blush spreading across his face. The doctor chuckles as she and the nurse leave, teasing smiles on their face. You turn to look at Monoma with a raised brow and a smirk. Before you can tease him though, he’s standing up again and grumbles out, “Are you hungry? Thirsty? You were out for quite a while. I’ll go get you something since your weak body can’t handle it.” He then walks to the door before quickly leaving, your giggles following him out.
He visits you every day and even stays when your whole class comes to visit you. “Look at that, I didn’t think Monoma liked anyone,” Denki teases. Monoma’s face lights up as dark as Kirishima’s hair.
“Look at that, I didn’t think you knew so many words,” he hisses back at Denki.
“Monoma,” you say in warning. He turns to look at you before huffing and leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. “He didn’t mean that. He’s just in a pissy mood,” you excuse for Monoma. Denki didn’t seem to mind one bit as he grins, turning to look at Sero and Kirishima before making a whip sound. Monoma opens his mouth to give a snide remark, placing his hand on the bed to help him stand up. You place your hand over his though, successfully stopping him. He instantly shuts his mouth and stares down at your hand.
You then notice that Deku isn’t there amongst your peers. Once you ask where he is, everyone explains that he, once again, went too far and injured himself. You hum in understanding, knowing how reckless Deku can be. The class catches you up on what you’ve missed out on as they leave their flowers, balloons, cards, and the like all over your room. You thank them for visiting as they leave, your eyes moving to Monoma once they’re gone.
He remained quiet the entire time and still appeared to have a blush on his face since you kept your hand over his. “We really need to work on that temper of yours,” you tease, giggling as a pout comes to his lips.
Once you’re finally released from the hospital, he takes you home and makes sure you are 110% fine before finally leaving. When you come back to school, everyone is ecstatic to see you back. Everything goes back to normal after that.
Well, except for the fact that Monoma follows you around like a lost puppy now. At first, you thought it was cute. I mean, he wasn’t the only one worried about you. After a while though, he was the only one still fretting over everything you do. You didn’t want him treating you like glass anymore, so after school one day, you confronted him.
He’s walking you home like always, making sure there’s nothing blocking your path as you two walk. “Monoma, why do you treat me like porcelain?” you ask, coming to a stop as he moves a branch out of the way for you. He pauses and turns to look at you, acting like a deer caught in headlights.
“Well, it’s not my fault that you’re so weak. It was pathetic how you—”
“You need to stop,” you interrupt, crossing your arms over your chest. He stands up straight after moving the branch off to the side.
“Stop what? Helping you? You always complained that I’m not nice to you and now you’re saying I’m being too nice? Make up your mind,” he says after scoffing. You sigh and walk over to him, coming to stand in front of him.
“Monoma, please. Talk to me. Why are you acting like this? It’s been weeks since I was shot. Why are you still treating me like this?” He turns to face you, his eyes seeming to shine under the sun.
“Because I…” he trails off, looking away from you once more and starting to walk away.
“No, Monoma. We are talking about this,” you command, taking a hold of his arm. He spins around and turns to face you, suddenly in your personal space.
“Because I care about you, (Y/n)! As soon as I heard what had happened, I felt like someone punched me in the gut. I suddenly couldn’t breathe and I prayed to god for the first time in years. I prayed that you were okay, that you wouldn’t die before I could tell you how I feel,” he says in one go, gasping for air when he finishes.
Your brows furrow though, this explanation not clearing anything up for you. “How you fe—” He cuts you off with his lips, deciding to show you instead of telling you how he feels. Your eyes go wide at the sudden kiss, your heart trying to jump out of your chest. You close your eyes to return the kiss but before you can, he pulls back and stares into your eyes once you open them again.
“I love you, okay? Jeez, how stupid are you?” he breathes. You can’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl, tugging him back in for another kiss. He wraps his arms around you with a low hum, a breeze blowing through you both and making his hair tickle your forehead. The kiss is sweet and loving, your lips sharing the words that you two have always had trouble saying.
“You did it again. Is it that hard for you to say something to me without insulting me?” you ask once you two pull back. He scoffs and tightens his grip on you, his eyes playfully squinting at you.
“Is it so hard for you to say it back?” he sasses, a smirk coming to his face. You bite your lip and bring one of your hands away from his chest to brush his hair out of his eyes.
“I love you too, jerk.”
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badger primary + very burnt lion secondary (bird model)
Hi, I’m a Badger primary and stuck between Lion and Snake secondary. I model Bird and Badger over whatever my (probably pretty burnt) secondary is. Would you mind helping me figure it out?
As a kid, I remember being a total joker in class. I thought it was really funny to trick my friends. I got everyone to start chanting at the teacher once. I’d do something daring (for a first grader) like look up “sex” in the dictionary. It basically just said gender and I was confused about what all the fuss was 🤦🏻♀️.
Definitely see why you’re thinking Improvisational secondary. One of the old-school SHC bits of wisdom is that when proud rule-breaking is a personality trait, that’s usually the sign of a Lion secondary.
My mom didn’t want me reading all night so I hid flashlights under my bed and would pretend to sleep if she checked on me. I’d lie and would only feel bad about it if threatened with consequences. If I got in trouble, I’d lie or pretend I didn’t know what I’d been doing.
But I could also see Snake. Being very proud of your ability to lie or pretend is very Snake to me.
In middle school, my learning disability really began to show and I started having anxiety and possibly PTSD after 9/11. (I’m from NY). That’s when the Bird model kicked in.
As it does.
People at my new school didn’t get my humor and took my trolling literally and it was really uncomfortable. Honestly middle school sucked and most of what I remember is just snobby, awful social stuff.
I’m definitely getting Lion secondary here. You are YOU, it’s very important that you be you, and the problem is that other people don’t get you. Snake secondaries aren’t so binary.
Oh I did manage to get a teammate’s cell phone number and pranked them. And I hacked into someone’s AIM account. And one time I got in a fist fight with someone on a different team of mine and then we were best friends. Which is weird, looking back.
awww Lion secondaries making friends :D
High school was really hard because I had a really hard time with the schoolwork (learning disability was still undiagnosed) and with finding good friends. I got in trouble a few times for offending people by repeating things I didn’t know were offensive, I dressed up as someone kinda controversial for Halloween which is honestly still one of the highlights of my high school experience. I tricked this creepy guy who wouldn’t leave me alone and embarrassed him in front of the whole school. But wouldn’t ever insult someone to their face on purpose unless I completely lost my temper.
Obviously you can have a hot temper and not be a Lion secondary… but I’m already skewing in that direction, and everything you’re saying here is supporting it. Kind of getting a kick out of offending people (or making them uncomfortable) is VERY Lion secondary.
I joined the Political Union club and didn’t really debate because I’m terrible at it.
Lion secondaries tend to be pretty bad at formal debate. That’s more a built secondary thing. Great at giving speeches, though :)
I just watched everyone argue and trolled people. I remember one meeting, people started throwing books at each other and it was amazing. That “agent of chaos” answer on the quiz is me haha.
The “agent of chaos” answer is the Lion secondary answer.
I knew the perfect way to get this one teacher to go off on a tangent about the Soviet Union for the entire lesson. I couldn’t keep up with the schoolwork so I’d BS a lot of it and manage to get by. Participation was key to your grade so I’d read just enough to discuss parts of it and then just make throwaway funny comments and ask good questions to beef up my contributions.
I’d say that gaming the system in this particular way (which I completely support) actually sounds like you Bird secondary model. Which makes sense, if the *purpose* of that model is to help you out in an academic setting.
I think I burned after a traumatic event at the end of my senior year. I started modeling Badger secondary hard. Basically just be sweet and helpful and everything will be fine, right? When that did not, in fact, make everything be fine, I pulled out the manipulation to make damn sure people were on my side.
I’m interested in what you mean by “manipulation.” Because while that’s normally a Snake secondary word, I’m not getting Snake Secondary from you. I suspect you may actually parse your Bird secondary as “manipulation,” which is sort of unusual.
I did still troll sometimes, but I haven’t felt playful and fun in so long. I’ve been really depressed over the last few years about some serious medical problems that can’t really be resolved. I just feel flat like a car stuck in park.
Oh ouch. Yeah, that’s a burnt secondary all right.
I’m scared of failing. I’m scared people won’t like me or that I’ll get in trouble. I don’t have the energy to lie convincingly or put on a show but I also don’t feel safe enough to be blunt. I’m reluctantly forcing myself to be diplomatic while screaming inside.
This is portrait of a Burnt Lion secondary. You’re afraid of failing, but failing is necessary and important to Lions. It’s how they change direction. “Being yourself” had gotten you into trouble and made some people not like you, so you’re scared about going there again. You want to be blunt, but it’s too scary. Instead you’re being diplomatic and putting on a show, both things you define as “lying” (very Lion secondary) but it’s incredibly energy consuming.
I don’t know how to go back to how I was. (I am trying to find a good therapist but it’s hard to find one who specializes in all the things I need, not to mention a good fit personality-wise). When I’m not Like This, I can be really charming. I miss it.
Well, a therapist is the first step. I guess my tiny little piece of advice in the meantime, is find a place in your life where you *can* use your lion again. Make that place as tiny and as low-stakes as you need to. Maybe you have an anonymous blog where you shit-post. Maybe you bring out your Lion for just one person. Maybe go to a weekend convention - if it’s three days with people you never see again, who cares if you get in trouble or offend something. Check out the SHC discord server, and see if any of the other burnt Lionsecs have tips. I know Lions are very all-or-nothing, but I’m a Badger. Baby steps are steps.
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im going to be so fucking predictable right now but, for a prompt... how about some momnight
I'm going to do my Very Best at this though I am very unpracticed with writing her so here we go!
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"Alright, class. Today we're supposed to do a lesson that follows up on the interviews you did yesterday with Midnight and Mt. Lady. Which means I'm not teaching."
With that, Aizawa-sensei flopped to the ground. The thud was only slightly cushioned by the sleeping bag around him. A few students winced.
"Exactly!" Midnight said, shoving open the door. "This time, we'll be practicing a little more with cameras and a little less with talking."
Oh? The students all leaned in, curious and excited.
"We'll be practicing photo shoots! Come to studio 1-4, come on." She stepped to the side as the class got excited, and just waved Aoyama out the door when he jumped to go ask her a million questions, sparkling.
Toru was excited too, though she took more time to stand than the others. By the time she had, Yaomomo had already dragged the reluctant Jiro out of the room, and all that remained were Bakugo and Koda.
"Not going to be the last one there, I hope, Bakugo?" Midnight asked, tone of voice edging into a tease.
Bakugo grumbled about it being stupid, but he did hurry more out the door.
"And you, Koda? Nothing to be scared about, the camera doesn't bite." But their teachers sure might, if they dawdled- or interrupted anymore of Aizawa's extended naptime.
"Right!" Toru agreed, skipping to the back of the room to reach for the boy's arm. "Come on, it'll be a fun lesson! Better than a pop quiz, and maybe you'll even get to do a cute picture, like holding a bunny!"
Koda stared at her sleeve for a long moment, then finally nodded.
When they passed Midnight at the door, Toru looked up and realized the woman's smile had slipped a little; she looked thoughtful, brow furrowed behind her glasses.
The smile came back quickly though, as she tugged the door closed behind them and hurried them to the studio where the class was waiting for them.
Haya-senpai was also waiting for them, apparently. The cool girl stood in front of a group of third years by the side wall of the room, where several desks and mirrors and lights had been shoved in a row. The rest of the room was cleared out, backdrops and green screens angled around with a few stools and props.
"Alright, class 1a, before we get ready for your first shoot, there are some things to know." Midnight closed the door behind her. "You can take notes on your phone, if you want. There are several different kinds of photoshoots. What ones can you think of?"
"Ooh!" Mina waved her hand and was called on. "There's magazine photoshoots, and if you're lucky you'll be on the front page!"
"Certainly, magazine shoots. What else- Yaoyorozu?"
"Advertisements, with products?"
"Very good, you've done some of that already, haven't you? Alright, what other kinds?"
Toru waved her arm, humming so she'd be more noticed. Midnight crooked her finger at her. "Makeup? Well I guess that could be a product too, but there's also fashion shoots."
"Right on, Hagakure."
The class was quiet for a few moments, and Midnight nodded. "There's other kinds too- a headshot shoot, some hero agencies will require them for an application or their site. Portraits, lifestyle, sports, glamor, portfolio- the point is, there’s different types, and different points to each of them.”
Tsuyu raised a hand, and got a nod. “Midnight, all the different types, but don’t they boil down to either work use- like the headshots- or publicity for everything else?”
“That’s not a bad way of looking at it, Asui,” The teacher tapper her cheek as she paused, “But there’s more than that. You could also be doing it for benefit of others, either like a charity calendar photos, or perhaps even as a favor for a friend if one of them asks for a photo op.”
“And if,” Bakugo spoke up, apparently at the end of his patience for waiting for an explanation, “we don’t care about that crap? Publicity? If we haven’t got any friends who just want to take pictures of us?”
Midnight’s smile stretched, just a little, like a smirk. “Not a bad question. Anyone else think they have an answer?”
No one spoke, looking at each other, then Iida raised his hand.
“Midnight-sensei! Regardless of wanting to do publicity or charity or not, an agency may require to and all parts of a hero career should be done as exactly as one can, whether or not you want to-”
Midnight coughed. “Not bad, Iida, but not what I was thinking of. Bakugo, everyone, consider it like this. Once you become a hero- before that, even- you are going to have publicity. You are going to have paparazzi. Your photos are going to end up in ragmags no matter what you do.” She emphasized those words with a tap from her whip to her palm. “But, you can decide how you present yourself in other media. Sure, you can go way underground like Eraser. Or, you can take control of your representation. Choose your own photographers, magazines, products, vlogs, anything. That’s why you have to learn how to do these photoshoots and other media courses.” She clapped her hands, and the third years jumped. “So, we start with makeup.”
The older students waved some of her classmates forward, and Toru pushed Koda forward so he’d sit.
She found herself watching them get makeup put on, holding Iida’s glasses for him while Haya mused with his hair. Next to him, a senior was marking lines under Uraraka’s eyes to make the lashes pop.
“That looks really cute!”
“Thanks!”
“Do you mind me using a bit more foundation here?” Another senior said, poking at Midoriya. “It’s not quite even, but some of your freckles are showing through still.”
“Uhh,” Midori said, eloquently.
The older student raised his eyebrow.
“Um, actually, its,”
“It’s what, Midoriya?” Midnight asked, stepping from out of nowhere to peer over his shoulder at his mirror.
“It’s fine!” The makeup didn’t completely hide how red his face went.
Their teacher met his gaze in the reflection, clicking her tongue. “Come on, what did I say the point of the lesson was?”
“Um, control?” Midoriya asked, then went “Oh.”
Midnight smiled, straightening back up.
“I’d like my freckles to be- to not be covered up. Please.” Midoriya was still red, but the senior just shrugged.
“Alright. I’ll darken them with this then instead, so they actually show well under the lights and all that.”
He nodded, relaxing back in his seat, and Midnight squeezed his shoulder before moving on, nodding at Iida before looking at her.
“Hagakure, you haven’t gotten someone to start makeup yet?”
Toru shook her head- and shoulders. “No, Sensei. It’s not like I’ll show up on camera anyway, so.” She kept her voice cheerful, but her smile faltered halfway through.
It was fun to watch everyone else get dolled up and decorated... but would probably be fun if she could join them too.
Midnight stared at her, and she couldn’t read the expression before the teacher shook her head. “No, no. You’ll still have to participate and I have an idea!” She took Toru’s hand, then led her to the seat next to Uraraka.
Toru couldn’t keep the startled giggle from bubbling up as she sat.
“Midoriya,” Midnight said, riffling through the makeup on the desk, “You heard Hagakure. What do you think she could do in a photoshoot like this?”
“Hm.” Midoriya considered it, but when he answered he sounded much more confident than he had earlier. “Well, she’s invisible, but anything on her wouldn’t be. You could play with elements like dust or sparkles to suggest shape in an interesting way- oh, if you don’t mind being in your hero suit, that is.”
Midnight hummed an affirmation. “There’s a lot you and your team could do with that, and body paint is a fun medium to work with.” She paused, then leveled an eyeshadow brush at Toru like it was her whip. “Only when you’re eighteen, though. What do you think, Uraraka?”
“You could use your quirk, you know, to shine?” The brunette waved a hand. “Lighting up in different places to outline you, maybe, it’d look really cool if you had a space-y dress or something with it.”
“Oooh,” Toru had to admit that would be fun. It’d need a dark background and probably a camera without a flash or something, but it would be a picture of her, using her own quirk.
“Or like, even a space suit or something alien!”
“As long as I don’t upstage Mina!”
Midnight decided on something, then turned back with a nod, eyes sparkling. “Those are good ideas. Now, I’m going to try something with eyeshadow on you. Tell me when your eyes are closed.”
Toru closed her eyes as asked. “They are now, Midnight.”
If the point of this lesson was control, she wasn’t quite sure that this counted since she was just letting someone else do it, but Toru didn’t mind. She had a couple new ideas bouncing around for real photoshoots, in the future, and she really wanted to see what her teacher came up with.
She’d been right, this was fun.
It tickled a little, when Midnight traced eyeliner all on the sides of her face, but Toru managed to keep her face still enough. Then came brushes and colors she couldn’t see, shapes she could feel but not recognize.
Finally, the touches to her face stopped and she heard the brush clatter on the table.
“You can open your eyes now.” Midnight said, moving out of the way between the chair and the mirror.
Toru gasped, then stood so she could lean closer to her reflection.
Her teacher had painted elaborate designs over both her eyes, branching out like butterfly wings. They shimmered with many neutral tones, light and brown and pink between the black lines. A few sparkles were touched heavier on the ends, and overall they looked beautiful.
“Oh! Guys, look!” Toru turned, and Uraraka gasped too, clapping.
“Those look so pretty!”
“Right? Thank you so much, Midnight-sensei!”
The hero laughed, waving a hand. “You’re very welcome. You’ll have to work with the photographer to decide how to model it on your own though. Speaking of...” She checked the clock on the wall. “Fifteen minutes left! Get to pictures then washing off.”
She walked off down the row again, checking on the other students, though not before she squeezed Toru’s shoulder for a second when she passed.
Toru was beaming as she asked for a senior with a camera to work with her, and she ended up with a picture of herself winking- one eye open to show the full butterfly, the other closed to show the colors swirled on the eyelid too.
It looked pretty, and it looked fun. It felt like a perfect picture.
#*offers this* sorry it took a while#it was pretty fun to write tho!#pocket talks to people#owlf45#my writing
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