#(i wanna say 'besides the obvious' but. god. idk!!!!!!!!)

[princess-of-purple-prose]

So far my impressions of htn are that it is a) a ghost story, and b) a comedy

[illarian-rambling]

Sending hugs always!

As I’m a total cat/horse person.

Have to ask what everyone’s thoughts on cats and horses are.

And going trail riding Friday.

Please and thank you.

A scene with horses hm... You know, Astra doesn't know how to ride a horse, despite how cowboy she is. And Mashal used to be a calvary knight. Idk about a scene for everyone, but I could definitely do something with that. I'll put it under the cut because it got kinda long ;)

"Well, it can't be that hard!" Astra huffed, crossing her arms. Why she was getting defensive about this, she wasn't sure. There was just something that chipped away at her farm girl pride every time she admitted she'd never ridden a horse before.

It wasn't like horses were even used in rice farming! That was just something novelists made up for their cute little descriptions of the ideal, bucolic life, and all the city folk took it as scripture. As if any of their pansy asses had ever had to muck out a pig pen....

"It's- I mean- I'm just surprised is all," Mashal admitted, clearly having read some of those kitschy novels in his unremembered past. "You just strike me as someone who can ride a horse."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?" Astra snorted a laugh. "And I've ridden an ox, thank you very much. That counts."

Her bravado fell a little flat as she peered into the stable they stood in front of. Tall, gangly animals shifted and huffed within the wooden stalls. This was specifically a courier stable - it just so happened to be attached to the inn they were staying at. Mashal had wanted to stop by to see the animals, which was what had prompted this whole discussion.

Her friend raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. "You know, these are courier horses. We could rent one for an hour if you wanted to learn to ride."

"I-" Astra snapped her mouth shut, lowered her volume back down to a seven, then began again. "I don't know, love. I don't think I'm really cut out for somethin' like that. My legs are real short, and I wouldn't wanna inconvenience anyone. Besides-"

"It's ok to be nervous about doing something new," Mashal interjected.

Immediately, Astra gave him a look. But of course, he'd read her like a book.

"I ain't nervous!" she insisted nonetheless. "Fine, let's do it! Gimme the biggest damn animal in there!"

Mashal's eyes went wide. "O- Ok! Gods beyond, I need to be more careful about accidental reverse psychology with you...."

"What was that?" Astra called. She was already halfway to the rental desk, where a sallow teenager was sitting bored out of his mind.

"Yeah, sure, let's do it!" Mashal shook his head fondly as he jogged after her.

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A few minutes' time found Astra snuggly saddled on the back of a shaggy horse that had already tried to eat the ribbons off her coat a total of five times. Mashal, eyes glowing an excited white, had called it a Haflinger. Apparently, not everything from his childhood as the son of a horsebreeder had been lost in the fog of amnesia. His obvious eagerness helped put a damper on Astra's anxiety, but still, now that she was on the saddle, the ground seemed an awful long way off.

"Do I just... tap it or somethin'?" Astra gave a forced laugh. "There ain't exactly any levers to pull on this thing."

"You can tap her sides with your heels if you want her to go," Mashal explained. "The clerk says she's trained in Skysheerian style, so further directions are going to be given with the reins. That's different from the Sulu'Okan style I'm used to, where you just use your feet. It keeps the hands free for a bow. But don't worry about that for now. I'll keep a handle on her halter so you can get used to the feel of her under you."

Biting her tongue against any inopportune jokes, Astra studied her friend's face for a moment. As always, his barebones expressions were a little hard to read, however, those wide eyes and slightly raised eyebrows told a tale. Mashal was really excited about this, wasn't he? Astra's heart sank as she came to the realization that he probably missed riding a lot, but was prevented from doing so by a thousand pound metal body.

For him, she decided. I might be a little, teensy bit afraid, but I know he feels 'bout the same around magic, and he let's me teach him runes all the time. If it makes 'im happy, I can do this. Who knows, maybe I'll be some horse ridin' prodigy?

Gathering her confidence like armor, Astra gave the horse a kick, expecting to start into a gentle walk. Except, right as she did, the horse jerked up from where it'd been trying to eat her coat yet again, pulling free a ribbon as it did. A runic ribbon. A runic ribbon that popped in a shower of sparks.

It was no more than a firecracker really. Not enough to do any damage. But it sure was enough to spook the poor horse into a dead gallop.

Astra shrieked as the mare bolted, tearing it's halter free from Mashal's distracted grasp. Her friend called out in alarm, however, she could hardly hear him over the sound of thundering hooves and rushing wind.

Astra's hair and coat blew like streamers behind her, and she just barely got a hand up in time to catch her hat. The world was a blur, every impact of the mare's hoof nearly jolting her off the saddle.

Break, how do I break! What was it Mashal said? Somethin' with the reins?

One hand still over her hat, Astra yanked on the reins as hard as she could. Maybe she expected a dead stop, but a horse wasn't a machine as she was more accustomed to.

For a moment, framed against the setting sun, she was the very picture of ranchhand heroism. It was a clean silhouette she cut on the back of a rearing horse, curls streaming untethered in the wind. Then, the image was promptly shattered by gravity's ungraceful hand.

Second later, Astra groaned as she found herself flat on her back. Her ribs ached from where she'd fallen, and her breath came in short gasps. The sound of footsteps transitioned into a familiar clang of bronze as Mashal slid down next to her.

"Gods beyond, are you alright!" Her friend's hands fluttered anxiously as he peered into her bleary eyes. "I should've thought about the coat, I'm so sorry. I didn't hold on and-"

"Mashal." Astra put a finger over his lips from her position flat on her back. "That... That was fuckin' incredible!"

Her friend blinked. "Wh- Really?"

A grin crept up Astra's lips as she remembered the wind's fingers combing through her hair, remembered the rush of adrenaline and pure joy. How fast had she been going there? It'd felt like she could've caught up to the horizon!

The witch sprang to her feet, staggering a little as the world spun around what might’ve been a very minor concussion. Plans for a network of gravitation runes capable of reducing a thousand pounds to two hundred bounced through her mind. Mashal seemed to catch the wild look in her eyes and sighed with relief. If she could scheme, she wasn't that injured after all.

Grinning like a child, Astra grabbed Mashal by the hand and began towing him after the runaway mare.

"Let's do that again!" she cheered.

[ilbound]

anyways , i wanna briefly discuss the moment when everything fell apart for verona back in the 20th century-- that very obvious point when her state of being completely COLLAPSED in upon itself ( every sense of moral obligation , every regard for her fellow sorcerer ... annihilated , torn asunder ) .

picture , if you will , surrounded by “peers” ( though none were really so welcoming of verona , none so accepting ; she always suspected their contempt , she could smell it on them like a foul , festering perfume ) , enduring their company , AWAY FROM HOME IN A WHOLE OTHER TERRITORY .  and then , you notice several of them exchanging glances , checking the time - 12:30a , oct. 31st , 1931 - and slowly , surely , beginning to form a collective around you.

something , something is not right.

you remember lenore BEGGED YOU not to leave the night before , saying something about how it “felt wrong” … but you ignored her , dismissing it. and now , 12:35a , you feel it , you see it in flashes : wife and daughter , thrown to the ground amid the chaos of your clan’s estate being raided , executed by single gunshot , the sound ringing in your ears ( the echoes of wife's final words : by god , verona , please - please forgive them ! ) before everything in the present falls completely quiet.

… to say verona was beside herself in that moment was a GRAVE UNDERSTATEMENT .  verona is well-known for her composure , but there was no maintaining herself when the reality of it all sunk in ( premeditated ; all of this , right down to being lured away from home & surrounded en-masse to limit a route of escape ) .  she confronted those who brought her out to begin with.  as you might well imagine , it led into an altercation and with her being forcibly restrained.  however , if you know anything about a woman scorned - especially one that can conjure incredible physical strength - you could probably envision that it took several people to detain her and keep her still.  

she was FURIOUS , yelling at all of them , "cast your stones , the lot of you , when none of you are without sin ! when none of you are beyond becoming monsters just as i have !" the price , two lives - two innocents - caught in the crossfire of a war that never truly ended.  her fury escalated further , accosting them all for being "senseless mongrels" and for promising she would destroy each one of their families in return , perhaps not this century , but later ( a promise which is later fulfilled ) .

when that curse was laid upon everyone present , one of the sorcerers quite plainly took the shot and blew off half her skull , saying in turn , "i think we've heard quite enough of that. happy birthday , ms. valhyr."

to which someone in the crowd , horrified , was like , "is she even dead ?"

and the man ( idk i keep calling him jerome ; some european council big-wig ) replied , "evil does not die.  it simply festers."

i should point out : even with half her face blown away and her body “dying” , own viscera smeared across the marble floor … she was CONSCIOUS & LAUGHING ( if only for a few moments ) , albeit weakly , but the effect was there , people were terrified of her and that sentiment would remain for good.

and what's worse , these people DENIED allowing her the right to see the bodies , to say good-bye to them.  so it is ASSUMED that they simply tossed the carcasses unceremoniously into an unmarked ditch somewhere ( & no , verona never found them ) .

[via-rant]

Anyone wanna hear about the AU I came up with that I'll never finish where Leo's mom has been alive this whole time without his knowledge, but she's been working with Gaea? Well, here you go!!

Okay! So basics, Gaea "saved" her from the fire and tried to convince her to work for her, but she always refused. So she kind of kept her in a weird underground prison until she agreed because it was the only way to see if Leo was safe. (He was at camp by this time.) She became a guard after training and gave the other prisoners food, and watched them to make sure they didn't escape. She moved up after that and is now Gaea's right hand, going out on missions to capture people to recruit and whatnot. But she's so sweet that she convinced so many people to join and regrets it now because there's so many people her son has to fight now. She didn't want to show herself before because she didn't know how he would react, but now she has too.

Leo has a multitude of guns as his weapon but uses the shotgun that Piper turned down. Here's a little snippet of when I started writing it.

Tw: Pan!c attack

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When the helmet came off, Leo pointed his gun at their head, but he froze when she turned around.

"Wait, I'm not a threat!!" She yelled, and the others stopped.

"How do we know we can trust you?" Percy asked in exasperation. She started thinking of a way to explain as Leo tried to breathe, taking deep breaths. She was saying something, but everything was muffled. She looked different. Short hair, full black body suit, robotic arm, and the side of her neck had burn scars. His hands shook, and he dropped his gun his breathing faster. Jason looked at him.

It's not real. He thought, but she was there. Everyone could see her. And touch her. They fought her. She was looking at him.

It's not real. He tried again, breathing faster and faster and faster, but he couldn't look away. Everyone else noticed and tried to help but ended up arguing, no one paying attention to the woman. She tried to walk to him but he picked up his gun and pointed it at her. He was angry now, still a little shaky but mostly just confused.

His head suddenly started hurting, and he felt tired. Oh God, what was happening? He just knew he couldn't move. His ears were ringing now. Then he dropped the gun again, vision blurry, head aching, and passed out.

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Frank caught him before he hit the ground, carrying him bridal style and rushing him over to the infirmary. Percy glared at the woman pointing his sword at her again.

"What did you do to him?!"

"Nothing, I-"

"Bullshit. He was fine before you showed up." Annabeth said, putting her knife to her throat as she backed away, her back hitting the edge of the ship.

"I didn't think he'd react like this! I… I didn't really think about how he would react, I just assumed. Ay dios mio, I'm sorry. I should've approached this better." She said, and they looked at her in confusion.

"Who are you?" Piper asked. She looked like she was going to cry.

"I'm his mother." It was frozen for a good five seconds before Piper glared. "Push her off."

"What?!" Percy.

"Yeah, what?!" Esperanza yelled.

"I'm fine with it." Annabeth said, but Jason stopped her from taking another step. "Why?!"

"Dude, you serious?!"

"Yeah! Push her off!" Hazel yelled as if it was obvious, and Jason groaned.

"Okay! No look, even if it is her, somehow, she said she wanted to help!" He yelled, and they looked at him like he was insane.

"Okay, she could be lying about that too, but she might not be. What if it is her? It's not likely, no, but there's still a possibility. She'd die without getting a chance to explain herself. Besides, it might be more confusing for Leo." They relaxed at that, and Piper sighed.

"So? What do we do?"

"We'll tie her up. Leave her in the stables."

"Stables?"

"Yeah, we didn't think we'd be capturing dead people, so no cells."

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That's all. Idk what to put here! Enjoy your thoughts!

[maddieladner1999]

Bad Idea Right?

This version is fully in EJ’s POV and is a continuation of after the last one I wrote. I’m going to do Ricky’s POV of this tomorrow. I decided to make it in 2 stories POV so that you can read the whole story here but get the gaps between from Ricky’s POV. I will definitely be doing the conversation with the wildcats and Ricky’s parents as a part of it

After the night with Ricky, EJ was nervous to go to the show. He knows Ricky will tell everyone but he still worries about him. After texting for a few days, EJ FaceTime Ricky one night surprising him.

Ricky: it’s the night before the show

EJ: I know but I wanted to see your face.

Ricky: aw miss me already. It’s only been like a week

EJ: yeah and I had a question for you

Ricky: and what’s that?

EJ: have you told everyone in the drama club about us?

Ricky: yes. Carlos was confused and thinks his gaydar is broken because even though I may have been obvious with my obsession with you, you weren’t as obvious

EJ: ok good. What about your parents?

Ricky: no I haven’t. My dad isn’t always home sometimes he’s out so I guess I forgot about it and that’s not the kind of conversation I wanna have with my mom over phone

EJ: well you should tell your dad soon. I wanna be able to kiss my boyfriend tomorrow night and that may make it a little weird. Or awkward.

Ricky: ok. I will. My moms flying in Tomorrow for the show so I’ll pick her up and we can talk on the car ride from the airport.

EJ: sounds good. Well good night

Ricky: good night.

The next day EJ gets up early to take care of a few things before heading to salt lake. He asked Ashlyn already if he could stay since he isn’t on speaking terms with his father and she of course said yes. She also asked about Ricky. That was a fun conversation. She also asked him about the tree at shallow lake already. It’s one of his errands to do.

*2 days earlier*

EJ: hey ash can I stay over after the play. I don’t wanna drive back late and it’s a long drive.

Ashlyn: of course. But you know I gotta ask. Ricky?

EJ: what about him? He told everyone right?

Ashlyn: yes he did. I’ve never seen Carlos so confused and it had me thinking. You’re my cousin and I didn’t even see it coming having known you forever. Why didn’t you tell me?

EJ: idk. I guess I thought well the boy I like doesn’t like me so what’s the point? Besides after all this time I realized just another thing we have in common.

Ashlyn: what’s that

EJ: I’m bi to ash.

Ashlyn: well I’m glad you’re telling me know I guess. So when did you realize you like Ricky?

EJ: after the screening. I was so mad I thought I’d slap him but I couldn’t. I didn’t know why. After about a week of rehashing the summer in my head I figured it out. I wasn’t jealous of Ricky when he wanted my girlfriends, I just wanted him myself.

Ashlyn: well don’t bottle up next time, you can always come to me.

EJ: I know. I just after everything with my dad I guess I got scared. I got pretty busy with my school, extracurricular activities, and 4 jobs that I kinda forgot about him. But then she shows up and the floodgate opening and everything came back. It hit me so fast I didn’t know what hit me. When he told me he liked me I was shocked I mean there’s no way that Ricky Bowen could have feelings for me. But he did. He called and talked to Gina and they broke up. I made him stay the night because of the weather. I knew he could handle the drive but I couldn’t let him go out there in that weather. I also just wanted him around a bit longer.

Ashlyn: wow. Idk what to say. You really care about him

EJ: more than anyone will ever understand too. I love him ash. He’s my person. I’m tired of getting it wrong but god last night felt so good

Ashlyn: I’m assuming you did more than sleep?

EJ: yeah I didn’t think you needed to hear that part.

Ashlyn: good call. Anyway see you Saturday.

EJ: of course. Bye.

EJ hung up the phone and went back to his homework. He was just taking a break but that call lasted longer than he thought it would.

*Saturday*

After doing a few necessary errands, EJ packed a small bag and was on his way to Salt Lake. It was an hour drive so he had some time in his thoughts. He knew they were doing HSM 3 so he put on the soundtrack. When he gets to Ashlyn’s place he’s immediately greeted by Ashlyn.

Ashlyn: hey you’re earlier than I thought you’d be.

EJ: yeah I couldn’t sleep so I got up early to take care of my errands.

Ashlyn: well I got the guest room ready for you of course.

EJ: good. Thanks for this. I don’t know if I could face my dad right now.

Ashlyn: still not speaking to him?

EJ: no. I try to call but I just can’t find the words. And he never reaches out to me so you know why push.

Ashlyn: well you’ll always have me.

EJ: I know.

Ashlyn: so did you track down the thing?

EJ: yes. He’s coming with it tonight.

Ashlyn: good. I can’t wait to tell Maddox.

EJ: so I guess I’ll see you tonight

Ashlyn: where are you going?

EJ: I know I have 2 hours but I can’t just sit around besides I wanna look perfect for my man

Ashlyn: ok well then see you tonight

EJ goes to get ready. He’s brought a black suit that’s casual enough to not look like he’s going to prom but fancy enough to make him look good. He borrows the iron to get out the wrinkles his bag gave it. After about 20 minutes of making sure it’s perfect he hangs it up and gets in the shower. He spends way too long in there but having lived in a dorm these last few months it’s nice to be able to take a shower without rushing. He brought his toiletries so he’d smell like himself. He knew Ricky liked it. He spends the rest of his time after his shower styling his hair. He hasn’t coifed it in so long he almost forgot how. But finally he gets it to look how he wants and sees it’s almost time to go. He gets dressed and meets his aunt and uncle downstairs. They decide to ride together to the school.

Once EJ arrives he immediately goes to their backstage area. It’s the same as it was for HSM because they’re doing the play in the gym due to something the Quinn chick is doing in the theatre. He walks in announcing his presence in order to wish everyone look and heads for Ricky.

EJ: hello everyone I’ve come to wish you all luck so break a leg. Hi Ricky.

Ricky: hi EJ. You’re here.

EJ: I said I would be. I couldn’t miss your opening night. *EJ kisses Ricky*

Carlos: ok you too have always bickered like an old couple how did I not see it coming?

Seb: because you were blinded by your own love.

Carlos: aww sebby you’re so sweet.

Kourtney: alright lover boy no more kissing. I can’t have you ruining his makeup.

EJ: sorry. I should go find my seat. See you all after the show?

Ricky: I’ll see you during intermission.

EJ: ok then. See you then.

The first act went great. It’s probably the best a show has ever gone for the wildcats in a few years. When intermission came he went to find Ricky. It was easy since they all hang out in the same spot. Ricky drags him out of the room and down the hallway to an empty classroom

Ricky: I told my parents.

EJ: oh yeah and what did they think?

Ricky: they were surprised. But the conversation with my dad gave me some clarity.

EJ: and what might that be?

Ricky: why it never worked out with nini and just couldn’t quite work with Gina. I thought I had to be with them but truthfully I didn’t care until I saw them with you. I loved them yes but not like I should. I thought I wanted to be with you but I really deep down just wanted you. I’m gay.

EJ: wow. Well I’m proud of you for figuring that out.

Ricky: thanks. And hey what about you?

EJ: I’ve known of my feelings for you for a while. I realized though that I did love nini and Gina. I can’t change the past but it’s true. It’s in the past now anyway. I have you now. As for my orientation. It’s bi.

Ricky: well that’s good to know. I don’t have long before I have to get back

EJ: *looks at his watch* you have 5 minutes before you have to though.

Ricky: we’ll let’s not ruin my makeup too bad then

EJ pushes so forcefully into Ricky kissing him he pushes him up against a wall. Ricky starts putting his hands in my hair and I love every second of it. But I took a good while styling it so I stop for a second.

EJ: what are you doing with my hair

Ricky: I hate it like this. It reminds me of the you I used to fight with. I liked it this summer albeit it may have been a little long. I liked it that night in your dorm. It was messy. I like it messy.

EJ: ok then I guess I’ll let you ruin all my hard work to look good for you.

Ricky: well you should’ve known better than to style it like that.

EJ: I wasn’t being sarcastic. Go ahead. As long as I get those last few minutes to kiss you.

Ricky: you better.

EJ starts kissing Ricky again and Ricky gets back to ruining EJ’s hair. After a few minutes EJ tells him it’s time to go back.

Ricky: you should definitely take a good look at your hair. It’s exactly how I like it now. It’s kinda sexy.

EJ: you think I’m sexy?

Ricky: oh yeah. Those chest hairs help too.

EJ: cmon. It’s time for you to get ready for act 2.

When EJ and Ricky arrive at the backstage room everyone is in a frenzy. Maddox ruined the portable soundboard so now they have to use a manual one. Mr. Mazzara can work the manual one but he can’t play coach Bolton if he does so they ask EJ if he will. He finds it weird to do the play as he would be playing his boyfriends dad. He remembers that big red helped out with the soundboard during HSM and knows that he isn’t in the play this year so he has a good idea

EJ: wait big red isn’t in the play. He knows the soundboard he can do it during your coach Bolton scenes.

Mr. Mazzara: oh yeah good idea. Let’s do that.

EJ goes to find big red and lets him know the plan. Big red is happy to help of course and joins him in the gym backstage. They find Mr mazzara and big red gets the low down. EJ decides to find his seat now that his job is done.

After the play ends the wildcat gang goes to the auditorium to support Gina with the announcement. She manages to get the movie to be filmed here in Utah so she can fulfill her senior year here. Once all the reporters leave the gang hangs back for a while just talking. Miss jenn and Mr mazzara have finally realized their feelings and no one knows what to do now.

Big red: so what happens now?

Ricky: I have an idea.

They take the limo left for Gina to the nearest Denny’s in true theatre kid fashion. EJ knows the idea came from nini. Who else would’ve told Ricky. They hadn’t done that since he joined the club. He’s not mad or even jealous cause he knows Ricky is his now. They have the limo drive them back to the school since most of them drove to the school. EJ gets a ride from big red since he didn’t have his car and asks if he’ll drop him off at Ricky’s. He knows Ricky can drive him back to Ashlyn’s after. He has some parents to meet.

EJ knocks on Ricky’s door and it’s answered by Ricky’s dad. Mr. Bowen is surprised to see him and asks if he’s looking for Ricky. EJ says yes and comes inside waiting for me Bowen to return with Ricky. When Ricky shows up he notices that he has changed out of his previous outfit and into pajamas that he kinda wants to steal.

Ricky: what are you doing here?

EJ: I thought I’d come meet you’re parents

Ricky: yeah? That’s pretty quick

EJ: well your mom primarily lives in Chicago so idk when I’ll get another chance for that.

Ricky: that’s true. Let me go get her. Dads on the couch.

EJ moves to the living room and joins mr. Bowen. Ricky comes out with his mom and she’s visibly confused.

Lynne: who is this Ricky?

Ricky: mom, dad, this is EJ my boyfriend

Lynne: oh it’s so nice to meet you! Ricky and I had a nice long car ride chat about you.

Mr. Bowen: it’s nice to meet you son.

EJ realizes he never really knew Ricky’s dad or even met him before.

EJ: your son means a lot to me. It’ll be hard for us with me in college and him here in high school but I’m willing to work. And if he works hard at school next semester and gets in he’ll join me next fall.

Mr. Bowen: well it seems you have got it all planned out.

Lynne: yes. And Ricky I hope you’ll visit me in Chicago next summer. You can bring EJ too.

Ricky: I will after another year of camp at shallow lake.

EJ: you’re going back?

Ricky: yeah. Will you join me?

EJ: of course. And then I’ll come to Chicago with you as well

Ricky: well it looks like our summer plans are made too

Lynne: well I look forward to it then. I’m going to bed. Good night everyone.

Mr. Bowen: I think I’ll go too. Good night.

EJ: good night. Nice to meet you both again

Mr. Bowen and Lynne head in 2 different directions and go to bed. Ricky stays behind.

EJ: well I actually got a ride here from big red so I was wondering if you’d give me a ride to Ashlyn’s

Ricky: of course let me get the keys

Ricky drives EJ to Ashlyn’s and turns off the car for a second

Ricky: so you gonna send me your schedule next semester so I can find out good times to FaceTime?

EJ: of course. I’ll always find time for my baby.

Ricky: I love it when you say that.

EJ: you know I was thinking of growing out my hair again.

Ricky: yeah? But not too long. Honestly it’s already almost at the perfect length.

EJ: well I guess you have an idea already of how I’m going to keep my hair.

Ricky: yep. Well you should get going. I should head back home.

EJ: yeah. Text me when you get home?

Ricky: of course. Love you

Ricky texts him within the next 10 minutes as Ashlyn doesn’t live very far. EJ texts back good night and Ricky follows with the same. EJ is excited to see what happens now.

The end

[wndaswife]

in secret and thérèse raquin spoilers under the cut (ik a lot of you are planning on reading it and haven’t yet!! i’ll talk ab the book and the movie here,, and im really really rambling here like a huge huge nerd u can VERY much completely ignore this if u want)

jeeeeesusss fucking christ that movie was so much more than i remember fuck.. that fucking part with thérèse coming and just babbling out “thank you thank you thank you” LIKE SHIT… FUCK

camille is a very unfortunate man but.. and u can stone me for this i would forgive u but he is actually very easy to sympathize with??? like he’s so juvenile and so naive, very unfortunate person like that haircut is just tragic and it’s so icky he’s always sick but im sorry he’s a poor kid, that nativity and constant hopefulness is just… idk

im sorry even as im typing this it sounds so stupid, but in the book he really is just naive, and i find he’s exactly like that in the movie too i feel bad for him

EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE PART IN BED WITH THÉRÈSE that was really shitty but idk was wrong with the ppl putting this movie together because bitch no one was ever supposed to love thérèse or laurent.. i mean u totally can but it wasn’t supposed to be written as them being tragic lovers who just wanna be together n you feel super sorry for them. and i feel like they wrote that in for that exact reason.. doesn’t make it any less stupid and shitty tho. zola probably would’ve rly disliked the way this story was carried out in this movie

and fuck laurent seriously that mf wants to be so profound and mysterious so fucking bad yet he paints most times because he gets a hard on watching naked women like goodbye and im never going to forget the part in the book where he ogled a dead girl in the morgue who literally sewerslided

i really hate that man

gluttonous incapable coward god he’s terrible

i mean,, okay honestly if u never read the book or if you do read it and don’t care about its portrayal it’s not even a terrible movie, it’s not bad at all besides the typical morally questionable acts

the architecture and costumes and lightings and colours were all so beautiful the entire movie, i love watching it and taking everything in i mean it’s rly gorgeous, and ofc so is lizzie so i mean my eyes r rly never off the screen

so that was a huge thumbs up for me , the whole thing is really really pretty

i mean there r obvious things wrong ab the movie, it was written like thérèse is horribly mistreated and did what she did because of the emotional distress she was under, which okay like i said if u didn’t read the book totally totally fine makes sense like okay then she’s a relatively likable character and in that case this story is ab her reactions to her circumstances, a story like that is fine, so don’t get me wrong and think im saying it’s not

but the book and what happened in it from a naturalist perspective meaning that circumstance has little to no effect on someone’s natural way of behaving and reacting- put thérèse in any other environment she would still be the kind of demure person easily set aflame by small passionate sparks, she goes all-in bets everything and cares little about what happens if and when she burns out. that’s why she started the relationship, not solely bc she was neglected or distressed, tho im sure it also had a minor hand in it

in the book it said she was patient and able to stay relaxed n lithe like a cat because of how she had to help her aunt around n camille, and how quiet and in the background she had to be, but that did nothing on her temperament and natural way of being

even if her being quiet and patience changed, say she grew up in a different environment, she would still be one to start a relationship with laurent the same way she did canonically

i do not like how this was changed because it’s taking the whole thing out of context, rly changing all the bases of the characters and the book, and most importantly.. in the movie ur supposed to LIKE them together and see their relationship as romantic

not gonna lie there are only four solid pages in which i liked them together and u BET i came with receipts- page 38-42 (oxford university press edition translated by rothwell bc ik page formatting can differ based on book versions)

to some extent OFC i did feel bad for them in the book like the stuff they went through including thérèse being domestically abused and dozens of other things they went through is not something i’d ever feel apathy towards, but rly not once after finishing the book did i think aw man that end shouldn’t have happened and they were such a good couple

tho that is the response the movie seems to have been looking for

i think what happened at the end of the book was always always always going to happen, just like how laurent and thérèse ending up being super annoyed by each other would have always happened. once they started arguing with each other it was never going to stop and they simultaneously would never be able to live without it. that’s kind of the interesting and maybe to some ppl problematic part of naturalist literature

it’s totally FINE and really like it doesn’t matter that much if u read the book or not, you can enjoy consuming only one, or consuming both and liking only one of them! and you don’t have to care at all that it’s different from the book, the movie is pretty great on its own if you’re not comparing them

but my personal opinion comparing them… not the greatest portrayal of the book (massive things were changed!!!!). the book was rly good but the movie also has its perks too

lizzie is so incredible in this movie, not a single movie of hers that i’ve seen is disappointing, i love seeing films through her eyes and i find they’re all really centered in people and their struggles and motivations etc etc, and i rly love that

i do get pleasure out of watching in secret, it’s a very pretty movie and it’s entertaining to hate laurent and judge their relationship and lizzie is such a talented actress, i love their descent into insanity and their stupidity, it’s a movie i rly do like watching (and none of this is sarcastic i really seriously do like seeing them act like idiots at times, even in the book it was pretty entertaining)

this is a weird review i have to admit bc it seems for a majority of it that im bashing the movie,, ITS A GOOD MOVIE it’s entertaining and has a great cast and it’s pretty the soundtrack is great, so r the aesthetics it’s a great movie, it rly is

but in its portrayal to the book!!! not as good

but that doesn’t mean i don’t enjoy the movie, i do!!!

and here is one more observation i took from comparing the book and the movie: where the book did not go into detail with the sensual relationship between laurent and thérèse like the movie did tho it was still a huge part of the story, the movie also did not go into detail with the relationship that developed between them through the naturalist perspective. thus, in secret is an erotic romantic drama with not many mentions of naturalism and the book is huge on naturalism while talking no more than a collective page of their actual sexual interactions. i think MAYBE the directors n writers of the movie intended for naturalism and overt sexuality to be.. sort of synonymous? which is rly interesting i think. they both played similar roles with these characters (mostly thérèse) who store and shroud their sexualities like precious innate things as one would their natures. i thought that was kind of cool if that was the intention, and even if it wasn’t i think it was inadvertent but very clear statement either way

im not sure ab my options on that yet,, tho i kinda wanna read more about that from somewhere

i want to ask if anyone agrees with innate nature and sexuality being synonymous but idk if anyone has read this far it’s just me rambling like an idiot lmfao

ANYWAYS

i wish lizzie did more book adaptations it’s so fun to read books her movies are based on and watch her interviews and know she read the book too

it’s just so fun to analyze u know???

i need a literature pal T_T

[unproduciblesmackdown]

"was anyone at lackadaisy aggrieving Mordecai with the style and variety that the Savoys bring" idk nobody tried to carve him (they probably valued their lives more) but Mitzi and Rocky sure did seem to have their fun, at least out of the main story lol

Oh and the rat that gave him a cracker

it's sure something how like, mordecai's autistic swag is what seems to override how people interact with him rather than that everyone's just intimidated by his [but he's just so good at it] Kills You job lol

and of course it's like, tone & style, the murdering going on isn't like getting the focus for like realistic(tm) [The Horrors], and in the world of bonus / outside canon material, there's a lot of variety / A Range from "could be canon" / canonesque style & tone, to Clearly Couldn't Be, and usually a yet lighter tone / more centered around humor for the Standalone idea therein....

the Just Run With It [what if] jokes of rocky & mordecai interacting completely in earnest / embracing that premise is a lot of fun lol, with the obvious juxtaposition but also the potential flexibility when you're both particularly seen as [Guy Who I Guess Won't Just Be More Normal] and, in turn, are used to having to roll with everyone else just being some kind of way at you. i.e. less likely to mind "this guy is weird???" like, well what else is new when you're an especial odd one out even amongst a lot of idiosyncrasy, thank god. the potential refreshment of any exchange that goes beyond "the best you can get from this person is their 'humoring' you"

on that note, maybe mitzi & mordecai's dynamic is less promising lol....again like, can't take bonus material quite as [Consider It Canon], and it's nothing new for it to be like, aw maybe these two don't get along lol, like, even In Canon, how many pairs of [any two given people] are on heartwarmingly perfect terms right now....but it's sure like, maybe here is a case of "At Best: [this person "at best: this person 'humors' you" lol in the style of mitzi having to roll with any lackadaisy associate's Whole Deal. and, speaking of "people who have to roll with anyone's whole deal," that potential like.......entire Dynamic Type of "someone whose Peculiarity is resented / taken as an imposition / taken as hostility" vs "someone who isn't able to access [outright aggression] as a mode of social power & has to finesse things, especially with more deniability about in fact actively steering towards any goals" wherein it's like. someone (autistically): just standing here. someone (allistically): so it's like that, huh? two can play at that game (cocks gun). like i do wanna see a mordecai & mitzi shopping trip montage set to an anachronistic bop. mordecai Was just minding his own business, then annoyed at an interruption to take 90 pics while going What's Up Nerd, then it's like [having the social savvy to actually take any notice of how someone specific operates? you Could use this to Not torment them on purpose. Orrrr....] like. he was just sitting here lol. nobody's having a good time....interpreting someone's "impersonable" demeanor as like, a deliberate act of passive aggressive hostility, and Getting Revenge on them for either doing nothing, perhaps even trying to be friendly (this applied more generally than, like, this particular character lol), perhaps god forbid indeed ever being in a bad mood or reacting negatively to something....

truly though their limited canon Lore is straightforwardly more fun to me in its entirety....mitzi's "why do you always have to do things the creepy way" is like, the most she says that expresses an implicit more overall / preexisting negative judgment, and naturally this just after he's startled her by lurking in the back of a car for a spontaneous secret tête-à-tête, so. and him shrugging off her smacking him upside the head for as much; off to a relatively okay start, really. and besides that, they have their surprisingly Totally Okay conversation, even if it sours a bit in the end. it's beautiful to me that they have their Murder Mystery Secret, and chat around it, and i am still so intrigued and rotating it intently, What's Going On In Here....in canon, i do think this Shared Emotional Connection to atlas is what Mostly defines their relationship for the both of them, even beyond some more strictly practical "well, we both share the Interest of knowing, and wanting to keep, this secret," and certainly beyond how they might feel about each other independently of this....and we also get instances of their both talking About the other, without that other's presence, where they could go off about any Contempt or Dislike they have, but don't: mitzi talking to atlas('s portrait) about that wayward golden boy of yours; mordecai talking to gracie about having "very little interest in defending" mitzi, no she didn't take up with him instead, but: his understanding that she didn't shoot anyone & wasn't even living with [atlas] at the time....there seems to be Enough patience for each other, and a lot less genuine animosity than would be expected if they were simply now [professional rivals who also hated each other when they weren't even that], and if anything, mordecai's probably less hostile than mitzi thinks, and i would be Unsurprised if [whatever the "reassurance that it's still my fault" refers to] is less her fault than either of them think

it's also sure like, even when people Are intimidated they won't stop razzing him. there's asa going "you're terrifying" while mordecai is Literally Just Sitting There probably somewhat displeased about being dragged to brunch regarding lackadaisy business. there's bobby arbogast and the "softspoken and positively machiavellian. it was a no holds barred situation when he had viktor and the other one along. :c" apparent [you're terrifying] assessment of mordecai....extending to how he doesn't seem to find it at all surprising that at one point people wanted to kill mordecai, and that lack of surprise is based on knowing Mordecai's Personality lol rather than like. theories about anything he particularly Did, rather than [surely had everyone around him come to Dislike him]. my god the Autistic Character alert going off at "it wouldn't surprise me to learn that, left to his own agencies, he'd brought his troubles on himself. for all his qualifications with books and odds and percentages and what...he'd always been about as personable as a bespectacled barbed wire post, and likely tallied up more enemies than friends." like truly i can toss out some [They Wanted Him Dead b/c embezzling??] theory but it's also like, truly he might've done everything right, literally on paper, and gotten caught up in like, someone's just annoyed with him, someone needs a fall guy and it's like well i hate that one kid. that now this one guy is like "yeah he's unlikable so i don't need to know anything else to just go 'sounds about right' at him being beat up & fleeing for his life"

followed up by some Incredibly Noted remarks re: some historical perspectives on the idea of disability....like bobby where are you hearing rumors about "Why's Mordecai Like That(tm): imagined origin stories" lol but like. i don't know a ton here but i think at that time it could be like "oh yeah some physical damage to the brain will make people Personality Weird & Bad, sooo" like just Speculating about him being shot or something or other, when nothing much otherwise indicates there's actually any truth to mordecai having a "wonky streak" because of some particular injurious event. this also being like, perhaps the one case that maybe someone Is too intimidated to give mordecai shit lol, though yknow, maybe that's also personality + mordecai is Only Around the arbogasts when it's No Holds Barred situations....that is, bobby saying "i never had the gall to ask him myself if that was true." while it's also probably indeed just extra difficult to go up to someone and ask them like "hey i've heard there's some head trauma in your past that explains what's so wrong with you. is that true" like. that can only go badly

there was also certainly no language like "autistic," and it sure might be the case that [piece of cranial metal that's not supposed to be there???] is like, adjacent to "i'm pathologizing it btw: this person is not neurotypical"....uncomfortably looked up the history of lobotomies, that would exist within the decade & was based on [doing surgery on the brain for Psychology Reasons(tm)] already around 1890, so....certainly a current context for [trauma to the brain. accidental or inflicted] as per "creating" or "fixing" someone just vaguely taken as like, well they are crazy(tm) then. tooth and nail creating Language around non pathologized perspectives & understandings re: disability even Now, so, yknow, nigh a hundred years ago, can presume some rando isn't bringing the most nuanced, respectful perspective, but this sure is like....a comment that is framing an understanding of mordecai as Disabled. though it's then also like "and that's why he's so good at killing people, i guess" but, again, it's a pathologizing, [so of course people would want him dead] kind of perspective in the first place

and then fascinating to have that Segue into talking about viktor, in a "i guess they're both kind of weird in a disabled way" type of comment, touching on Shell Shocked as like, what's pointed out to be sort of a vintage Formal Diagnosis for what would evolve into the formal diagnosis of ptsd, and indeed still like [seeing Combat in the Military] as like, understood as what's "real," definitive ptsd....sure not being in wwi & Not being affected, we can presume....these two being thrown together like "okay now go in there & kill everyone & try not to get killed yourselves, boys" like, very chill, after getting hold of both these people because they just found themselves in a hell of a life and death situation, and atlas pulled them out of the dire results....wherein you end up with a duo that can deal just fine with the other party being "weird" and they're out here ultimately operating on this life and death (making sure neither of them die) basis. mordecai Reasoning with viktor to retire before he left....

anyways i'm really just going on a tangent. rocky and mordecai's canon interaction is also great....reminds me of going through all the extra material for possible murder mystery clues and going like, ah, proto panel that did get used but also changed a bit

the tragedy....like you Know that, generally, rocky might be hyped to get comments on his fancy tie like, :( did No one notice my monogrammed accessories....and mordecai from across the room like "i noticed." pause, then exits.

and then there's mitzi like aware of rocky entirely (or. mostly) inadvertently having people punching and shooting and rampaging and etc like, no please don't go try to bother mordecai on purpose....lose/lose/lose for everyone for sure. but it's also a funny idea, and mordecai would probably Not really bother to kill anyone about rocky's own brand of "hmm why can't this guy Just Be Normal(tm)" or anything.

which, also, of course also have to shout out that immediately preceding [R is for Ridiculous] moment where rocky and mordecai apparently know Of each other lol. truly like guess they wouldn't have much cause to have interacted previously, especially as "surely Actually Being In The Speakeasy was one of the least relevant arenas for mordecai's bookkeeping or killing work for lackadaisy" and it being all the less relevant to anything mordecai would seek out like, personally / recreationally. and if he Is around there, when's he liable to be chatting with any/all band members....meanwhile what Stories about mordecai is rocky hearing? a) probably ones where he does hear mordecai's name, the choice to up and call him Ol Serious Face as a greeting is probably not immediately endearing, classic [rocky] style, and b) also probably just ones where people talk about how he's weird & that's funny or resented, maybe. maybe it's telling tales about his exploits (violent. probably) with viktor....but those goings on probably more discreet and removed from [stuff actually happening at the speakeasy]. and all this coming back around like aha perfect conclusion to tl;dr, mordecai may be on his 9000th intimidatingly efficient murder of the day, but everyone's like "his personality & everyday behavior & bearing are really weird. i want him dead" and just giving him shit about That based on That feeling. lol.

the savoys seeming at all Intrigued in an [actively engaging with him and not just giving him shit] may not really be different Enough, but. anything's possible lol, this triumvirate over here of all them of wild cards and elevated and "you know how it is. just doing your damn thing"....one might have hope that this could mean transcending "temporarily / begrudgingly humor this person At Best, sometimes"....they're already like "yeah i know gender isn't real" like great candidates for knowing neurotypicality isn't real also, or any other constructs of the Normality(tm) genre

[puzzlekinq]

Do you have any predictions, or things you'd like to see happen in The Batman 2? (besides seeing more of Eddie, of course)

OOOOHH ok so im horrible at explaining shit sorry!! so basically batman villains have continuously just been portrayed as silly guys that do crazy shit because why the hell not, but theyve rarely delved into why theyre Like That. in the movie we saw why edward was completely delusional and unstable, we got answers that werent just "heehee hoohoo im a goofy guy and i kill because im Evil and Wacky!!!", like no, he has reasons for why he acts the way he does, he was ignored and treated like insignificant garbage his whole life, hes traumatized and was abused growing up, plus he was already pretty messed up before all the riddler stuff, BUT THEN, he suddenly gets a mass amount of supporters that adore him, are so incredibly devoted to him, and see him as their god, basically. hes finally getting the love and attention he desperately craved all this time, and now he believes the riddler is someone he has to become, like he finally found his purpose in life, and all that combined turned his instability meter up to 300%. SORRY i started ramblinf about eddie 😭 but ANYWAY i want to see the villains have more depth is what im trying to say!! give them a deeper reason for why they became the way they are!!

oh also, i know you said besides seeing more of eddie but idk if this counts as just seeing more of him, but i wanna see how his and jokers relationship unfolds, because we all know joker doesnt actually see him as a friend. the joker literally canonically hates the riddler, so its obvious hes just using him for his own personal gain, but i wanna know WHY. their "friendship" is possibly going to make edward more unhinged, its gonna be unhealthy and toxic and joker is gonna manipulate the fuck out of him because yknow. hes a cunt. joker is going to worsen edwards mental state even further, and as much as i want edward to be happy, we all know its not gonna happen and we're all just gonna have to watch his sanity completely deteriorate, but that will still be interesting to me!! its gonna be messy and infuriating and im gonna love it

[thisisegregiouuuus]

the cat in the hat is one of the worst movies ever, it is so gross and the cat is not even a cat idk what it is, some kind of spawn from hell, and its a disgusting terrible movie, so gross that dr seuss's wife was apaprently and RIGHTFULLY repulsed by the movie so she banned live action adaptions for her husbands books. thank GOD

i do not like the cat in the hat but on the other hand its so funny and i love it like its so much fun, its so terrible that its actually fun. i still hate it tho

anyway im kind of going thru a crisis rn, idk what to put for my pfp on here, i dont wanna go all out with the cat in the hat stuff bc then ill actually throw up so im only changing my banner (im the 'guy in the sweater that asks all the obvious questions' TRUST me, aka the cat in the hat w a blond wig)

so yeah idk what to put for my pfp. its usually smth that i rlly love at this moment but rn im not rlly into anything, like rn i do love the cat in the hat but in a way where i also hate it and if i see too much of it and i realise it MIGHT. MIGHT. be becoming a phase/interest, i will vomit everything out, but otherwise i dont have anything else going on for me! it rlly hurt to remove the luis serra stuff tho </3 RIP MY LUIS SERRA GET UP!!!! I LOVE YOU AND YOU WILL BE MISSED!!!

ANYWAY!!! so far on here i havent talked abt much besides the shining i thnik, but i like a whole bunch of random different things, so i guess im a multi-fandom person or smth, but yeah im into a lot of different things and franchises or idk whatever u wanna call them

rn im getting back into rh on roblox!!! ive been playing since i was like idk 10 or smth so yeah, not to brag or anything, but im kind of a pro 😼 (im actually not ive never even gotten a halo). but i do go into these phases where im suddenly rlly interested to play rh, i get super invested in it for like a week or so, then i drop it and dont touch it for a few months, then i come back and see whats new. rinse and repeat! its like that for most of my other interests too but yeah

anyway besides all that i dont do much on rh, i just hop on, do my dailies, might play the musical chairs thing, and thats abt it! the only other thing i love to do on there is dress up and make new ocs. not even kidding, i have a whole google doc dedicated to my like 20 rh ocs on there, who are mostly under developed lmao. i also like making stupid impuslive decisions with my diamonds and buying things ik i dont need, like i was so close to spending alllll my hard earned diamonds that are already kind of hard to get nowadays on dorm stuff bc i loved how cool and creative ppl could get with their dorms, but i am not a builder, only a decorater. i am a lover not a fighter

so yeah anyway im soooooooo glad the summer thing is gonna be over in like 2 days bc its abt time. like omg. im so excited for the halloween stuff tho, the halloween updates are usually the best/my favs in rh and while i dont rlly think the rh devs are gonna make any kind of new halloween event bc theyre busy with other stuff, im still hopeful and mostly excited to buy myself the whimsy witch heels, and maybe the bat mo heels.

so anyway, back to what i was saying, i made a new oc on rh!!! i have no idea what shes abt tho. shes totally gorgeous and i love her sm but like i have no idea what to do with her, im still deciding on her personality, but i have no idea what her name or occupation/backstory/hobbies and stuff are gonna be, and usually when im making a character, i decide that stuff along the way as i make them, but im still rlly undecided.

anyways im gonna show a few pics of her that i took (bc if theres one thing i lvoe more than wasting many hours trying to perfect how my ocs look, its spending even longer taking photos of them afterwards!)

the first 2 are my absoloute favourites. shes just so pretty dude like i lvoe looking at her liek PLEAASSEEEE JUST ONE CHANCE!!! LET ME BE THE ONE!!!!! shes gorgeous i love her

but yeah i have noooo idea what im gonna do for her. a lot of my rh ocs are mythical creatures also and i have no idea what kind fo mythical creature im gonna make her, or if shes just gonna be a regular human or smth, but thats too boring

so yeah. i love her so much but idk how or where to get inspo for her and what shes abt and stuff

also i kind of rlly want her to interact and maybe even be friends with my other oc, kitty

ive introduced kitty on here before but it was a private post i posted ages ago so ill just make a separate post for kitty. but yeah thats abt all!!

[flower-fields-in-springtime]

Daily Summaries :

Monday-

Everyone was getting there, it was the first day so i sort of just hung out with my friend I arrived with on sunday. The first day is usually pretty slow and boring. We went and got subway for lunch and I was able to meet a few new people:))

Tuesday -

The second day was much more interesting. Our campaign had begun and after evening chapel they did the thing where two people slap each other in the face with tortillas and water in their mouth. I volunteered to do it with someone, won, and now I can proudly say that was the strangest way I’ve ever made a friend

Wednesday-

Wednesday was also pretty good. It was the heaviest topic of the week though. Sexuality and sexual sin. That nights devo had me almost in tears tbh. Anyway, the day was good, very fun, idk nothing significant happened besides me giving the person I met my “RI♡︎T” bracelet for the night.

Thursday-

THURSDAY WAS WILD, MY LORD—

I got my bracelet back, he never took it off 💀💀

during the time where you’d go be by yourself and pray/connect with god or whatever, I decided to work on a UFO cuff. After that time was over everyone came back to the mess hall, which I never left.. after I finished the cuff me and a few other people made some singles, some were matching.

during this, one of the people in our group showed me this

and asked me which one I was. I replied with yellow, green or white. then they showed that person I’d met before and I asked which one he thought I was. He replied with something along the lines of “i’m not gonna say🤡”

which like, damn just lie. How obvious can you be 💀💀

at some other point during the day I’s been complaining ab how my eyes felt sticky (because of they eyeliner I was wearing), and he goes “that’s because you wear like, 10 pounds of makeup.” And everyone was acting like he was genuinely on drugs or something because I literally only ever wear eyeliner😭🙏

but like, thanks tbh. Best compliment I’ve ever received. And it was an accident 💀

anyway, after that was all done with me and that person ended up like resting our head on the table because GOD DAYUM camp is tiring 😔😔😔

i did this with one of my friends the previous camp week as well so I didn’t think much of it until his hat was placed on my head😀🔫…..

anyway, I ended up moving because they had started the last session w/out me, and he followed, which I was expecting tbh. I had been listening to music and the song “Do I Wanna Know” by Arctic Monkeys started playing, and I guess I’d checked the time or something because is was on my phone screen and whenever he saw the song he got all excited. I offered him an earbud and he accepted it, so we ended up listening to my spotify together for a while. I had a sweater on and got a bit warm, so I took it off and set it on the table, and he goes and is like “i’m cold I’m gonna put this on.” And I can’t even object because like— i genuinely dont know 💀💀💀like I just didn’t care 🤡

After the campaign ends we end up scribbling all over my stats sheet.

I go take a piss and when I get back we have to go outside for prayer before dinner (Mind you I’m still wearing the hat—). I get outside and go to the end of the line where my other friends are and one of them brings it to my attention that it looks like me and the other guy are dating, which like, it had come up in my thoughts but I thought it was fine because like, I do this sort of thing with all my friends. And he’s like, “do you really want him to ask you out??,:\” because he’s genuinely looking out for me, and I respond, “I-I don’t know?… Not really?”

and so he tells me to give the hat back, but I argue saying that I like the hat and I look good in a hat(god save my soul💀).

anyway, after dinner I give him my phone, because by this point we were still listening to music. When I have him the phone it was playing my roller blading playlist. When I got it BACK, however… it was playing this one:

Granted, it was playing the one cavetown song that he knew, but like, that song is on most of my playlists… pretty sure it’s on my roller blading playlist, idk though.

My OTHER friend eventually took the hat from me and gave it back, which like. I was disappointed. It was a nice hat.

anyway, after that whole everything was pointed out to me, I did notice that he was following me around. Like, we had been doing um… this

((the person in the picture is the guy who took the hat and talked to me before dinner))

and whenever they told me to get in, idk why but they let the other rat push the car thingy. He purposefully CRASHED the damn thing and I fell backwards into the grass kinda hard, like it hurt. I have a bruise on my hip now 😭

and during evening chapel, we had a strong feeling he’d try to sit next to me, so my friend in the picture and our camp mother sat on either side of me for that.

after chapel was prayer circle. Everyone holds hands in the field and we do prayer requests, blah blah. I got there before he did, was already holding hands with two people, and he comes up behind us and like literally TRIES to get un next to me😭

worst part about that situation is that I HESITATED, like I almost willingly allowed it to happen 🤡

but i left and went to another part of the circle instead.

After prayer there was a baptism. We all went down to the pool, then I realized i was on the outside of two of my friends, and as soon as I realized that gave him an opening I was like “lemme get in the middle 😰🙏🙏🙏”

craziest part of the night was after all this when at one point we were like bullying each other and he said something about “that was my goal” when I said sm about like idk making me dislike him. Which, I thought was HILARIOUSLY IRONIC after the events of the day.

that night most of us stayed up until like 5 am doing this prank in the mess hall using bamboo shafts, styrofoam cups, and string lights to make Christmas in July

Which, these are pictures of what that was like without me exposing any of my friends to the internet 🤡🤡🤡

We went to the ball field, checked out this abandoned house, went back to the bath house and napped until 6, which is when we went back to our cabin and slept ti like 8.

Friday-

honestly I hated this day so much

I didn’t get to even say goodbye to like, half of my friends because they left without saying. I didn’t get all the contact information I wanted, and now I’m feeling very hollow and upset because I’m not gonna be able to see most of these people for another year. Some of them I may not even see then. I rotted in bed for a whole day and a half after and cried today because of how awful I feel after leaving. It feels like some sort of withdrawal and I hate it.

Lyric of the day:

“Didn’t give me time to say goodbye in the way that I wanted to

So honey, close your eyes and stay like you’re supposed to do

Don’t you wanna give me time to write another song for you? // Don’t know how I’m gonna stay alive without, but I’ll stay strong for you”

Pigeon - Cavetown

❦…༄꧂ミ★

[veni-vidi-vici-ous]

hi should i make my tattoo into another lou reed tattoo??? cause i love lou reed and the song junior dad

makes me wanna writhe on the floor like the worm i am

and anyway i was watching this live version on youtube (im the person from the internet lou reed said was gonna watch lulu in cologne on youtube tonight except he never guessed anyone would watch it every night) and the lyrics were different and he says:

stars that never last forever

stars that burn out and disappear

no state of grace

the cheapest imitation of god

the cheapest imitation of god

a make-believe son

no state of grace

(end quote) and thats my whole life i live and die by that and i was thinking of tattooing

“the cheapest imitation of god” under my tattoo:

or above it or smth..:

but is two lou reed TWO MANY?? its 2/3 of my body to lou reed (and if we’re being real id give 3/3 4/3 of myself but thats beside the point)

and like ok so i used to really like david bowie and what if i tattooed

“its valentine’s day” on myself??

id actually still maybe rock with that idk but am i gonna do it now?

probably not.

mostly cause people would be like “actually its not feb 14 so…”

and id have to be like “no no no, its valentine, and he’s got something to say, and its valentine’s day.”

which is not ahdhdusih

uh its not something that is worth it to me rn like would i get a tattoo of rebel rebel?? IoI

AND i already have a lou reed tattoo on my knee:

and ppl don’t get it already and i thought it was a pretty obvious reference like the song vicious??

but also andy warhol told lou reed to write a song called vicious and lou was like

vicious how

and andy says

vicious, i hit you with a flower

and i just love that image, its such a beautiful oxymoron

like a aaaaaaa

like how idk

its just so sweet and it makes me rethink the whole word vicious

like now its a honey dripping sweet word with the thorns from the flower the nectar was harvested from

or better yet its both the sweetness of the nectar and the thorns of a rose

ik roses are cliche but im tired soooooo give me a break?

uh also is john cale a seceret h2g2 fan??

see that little 42????????

meant to be

[enhaven]

[1:10am] — lhs (m.)

pairing: heeseung x reader

genre: smut, angst, fuck buddies, college!au

wc & rating: 3.5k | 18+ (minors gtfo pls)

summary: the last thing you expect in welcoming the New Year is for Heeseung to remind you that he's still the best fuck you've ever had.

warnings: swearing, riding, making out, car sex, fingering, petnames, praise kink, creampie, semi-clothed sex?, unprotected sex (don't do this i beg), public sex? i mean, also he kinda has fuckboy antics so :’)

a/n: i had a feeling that he'd win the poll lol idk what to name this and it's supposed to be a timestamp but enjoy the ✨ toxicity ✨

— masterlist & wips — navigation

"Happy new yearrrrrr 🎉🎉"

god damn, he looks so good.

damn good indeed that you accidentally liked his story, only realizing that you did when you got a reply from him.

shit, stupid finger

you’re blaming the drinks that you’ve consumed and the weariness from New Year’s Eve preparations for being this careless. you're usually careful especially when it comes to Heeseung's whereabouts each time he leaves you unread.

the nonstop greeting and responding to people as much as you could throughout the day despite being busy must’ve added to it too. curse your habit of occasionally liking ig stories when you’re on that app so naturally, instances like this couldn’t really be helped.

and it wouldn’t have mattered if you had just blocked Heeseung but you didn’t because you couldn’t.

then now he strikes how he normally does when he could've done so weeks ago.

hee: hey

happy new year hee

hee: can i come over?

it’s new year’s?? 

hee: and? it’s been a while

it has and you’ve been planning to keep it that way without making it obvious. but Heeseung must’ve been catching on though cause why else would he hit you up right now, out of all times too.

aren’t you celebrating with your family?

hee: already did in advance

your brother?

hee: on a date with his girl

his parents must’ve been on a holiday like most people around you which sometimes you envy them for. your family’s never been the travel type so you never had the chance to go on holidays, just at home with any available relatives to celebrate.

then that means that Heeseung’s alone and you’re in danger because you don’t want him to be while entering the new year.

your usual convo with him continues but with you trying to divert topics as much as you could this time. however, Heeseung’s always been too good at this, circling it to his intention of wanting to see you.

it's when he asked if he could sneak into your room like many times before that you relent. you can't let him since there’d be many people in your place that could spot him. you don’t want anyone, let alone your family asking who Heeseung is and what he is to you, something that you’re also coming to terms with when you started distancing yourself from him.

but Heeseung does love making it difficult by doing this.

.

“wouldn’t have minded you know..” he says against your neck, busy nipping your skin. you find him leaning on the side of his car earlier when you decided to meet him, surprising you at how needy he's being by caging and kissing you right away.

his touches are a bit too desperate like he misses you though you seriously doubt it when he has a lot of girls he could call anytime.

then why is he here?

“m-minded what..” a gasp escapes you when his hand reaches up to cup one of your tits through your top, squeezing while his other hand does the same with your hip, holding like he doesn’t wanna let you go. 

“meeting them..” he says after releasing your neck from his mouth, revealing the devilish smile on his handsome face. and why would he wanna meet your family knowing the questions they'll throw at him?

Heeseung sees your face forming into a scowl so he grabs your chin to kiss you again until you pull back fully, shaking out of his grasp with a raised brow at him.

he responds with a small chuckle, causing you to roll your eyes and open the door of the passenger seat beside him. he finds your impatience cute and it leaves Heeseung a bit of relief that you're finally entertaining him.

“whatever, let’s talk somewhere”

.

silence rules over inside the car as Heeseung starts the engine. this whole scenario's not new for the both of you anyway since you're always in the car with him when you're not at each other's places.

with how he's tightly gripping the steering wheel, you had a feeling that he might drive you around again or take you back to his place to talk longer. you would've if you're being honest but you made an excuse earlier to grab something at a place nearby so you couldn’t possibly take too long.

you've always preferred it this way and it's easier for Heeseung anyway so when he gets a booty call, he can just drop you off anywhere you want and he can go on his merry way. 

something's different about him tonight though. sure he’s always been the quiet one while you're the exact opposite but he seems off tonight so you break the silence between you to find out.

“why did you really wanna meet me hee? during this occasion too” you huff, still annoyed at him for pulling this on you last minute.

not that you’d say no anyway, you’re unfortunately that weak for him even knowing that seeing him again is a bad idea.

especially with how fucking hot he looks right now.

“just wanted to see you” he quips nonchalantly without adding more and you scoff.

“let me guess the New Year’s Eve party didn’t hit” 

pretty sure it’s the party that one of his best friends is hosting. no one would miss anything Park Jongseong hosts since it’s usually held at high-end places depending on the theme.

and this particular one was what everyone was talking about before the break started.

“not that..but”

Heeseung's having a hard time answering you. the party was fine though it did take a lot of his energy away like it usually does after a while. he doesn't even go to them without a reason, only showing up for his friends each time they ask him. before leaving, he took a shot as a courtesy since he didn't have to stay longer than he had to when he was familiar with everyone's faces there already.

he'd rather meet you, whom he hasn’t seen in almost a month now. 

“stop the car” you blurt out all of a sudden which confuses Heeseung but he obliges regardless. he thought that you didn’t want anyone from home to see you together and now you’re stopping him when you’re barely out of the skirts of your neighbourhood.

you see him turn to you from your peripheral view after hitting the brakes but you refuse to look at him because it'll make you weak. you know that he'll look stupidly adorable with his bewildered face and that you'd give in to whatever he says.

as much as you want to be as far away as possible, you don’t really wanna go that far if you’d have to leave since it’s his car. you’re at a safe distance from your house anyways so that's the least of your worries. 

it’s how Heeseung’s been looking at you this time that does.

you finally look at him, seeing the dilemma in his doe eyes and he's not saying anything, increasing your worry-

“can i just..” he averts his eyes from you, looking a bit frustrated at himself but you’ve known how hard it is for him to express himself with words so you give him time.

he faces you after a few seconds before leaning closer. his eyes never leaving yours as he grabs your face, causing your heart to race at this proximity. confusion bubbles up inside you as you try to decipher his expression to bring back your focus.

but the lingering words on your tongue are abrupted when Heeseung crashes his soft lips against yours.

you respond out of habit, missing the feeling of it cause you haven't kissed nor fucked anyone since him. you feel him at ease when you do, holding your face with eagerness then carefully asking for an entrance by biting your lower lip so you do.

“heeseung..” you whimper when his lips move to your jaw, feeling a grin slowly forming on his lips against your skin. he continues kissing down your neck before coming up, his thumbs caressing your cheek which makes you more desperate of his touches.

“ride me?” he whispers against your lips before devouring you again, eliciting another whimper from you as you nod. 

your fingers tread through Heeseung's already messy hair while his hands are all over you in an instant, touching whatever part of your body he can reach. his touches become even more desperate but slightly different from earlier and you’re not sure why.

still, you should’ve denied him like how you’ve been doing a few weeks before the break but how could you pass this up when he's finally the one seeking you out this time.

he releases you suddenly which surprises you, opening his side of the door before transferring to the backseat. you followed him in a hurry, embarrassment slowly filling you at how quickly you were succumbing to him.

then as soon as you're inside, Heeseung kisses you again before positioning you on his lap. you pull back to take a breather but mostly because you wanna look at his face.

the face that you undeniably missed despite trying your best to avoid him like a plague.

up this close, you can see it in his eyes clearly, like you’re the only one he wants when that could be far from reality. at the same time, Heeseung sees the uncertainty in your eyes so he begins to squeeze your sides to distract you. 

it worked like it always does, nudging you to roll your hips against his, allowing you to feel the hardness right by your core. he must've felt how wet you are already cause the small smirk from earlier is now back on his face.

Heeseung leans in and starts kissing your chest, both hands traveling up to pull down the straps of your top along with your bra. he doesn’t waste any more time and squeezes your tits briefly before his hands bunch up your skirt, granting him access to your wet core.

one hand of his grabs your face to kiss you again while the other reaches you from behind, pulling your panties to the side. he's not letting you breathe, his slender fingers tracing your sopping folds before plunging them in, earning a loud moan from you.

“fuck..” you couldn’t help but close your eyes when he increase the speed of his fingers, grinding more against his hands and in turn his crotch.

“so wet and tight..” groaning against your neck, he pulls his fingers out of you so he can unbuckle his pants but your hands stop him when he's ridding his boxers, wanting to do it instead.

you take Heeseung's leaking cock in your hands, a quiet whine leaving his lips when you squeeze it a bit. he knows of your impatience though so now he's grinning as he watches you guide his dick towards your pussy before sinking on it.

his hands fly to your waist, a loud groan coming out from him after he eases you fully on his cock, the tightness of your pussy knocking his breath out. 

it's your turn to make him suffer so you start bouncing right away, putting Heeseung in delirium at how fucking amazing you feel around him.

"so good, so good for me" he’s gripping your hips tightly, which in turn would possibly leave marks on your skin but you don’t care.

you love the effect you have on him though he tries to hide it by biting his lips. a smile graces your lips watching him struggle, his moans growing louder when you increase your pace.

he's louder than you've ever heard him so continue despite your thighs burning, wanting to hear more of his needy whines.

you don't know how Heeseung manages to recover, now flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. he feels the satisfaction when he sees your face contorting in pleasure, looking so beautiful on his lap with the light from the street lights illuminating your body.

he misses having you like this, falling apart because of how good he makes you feel. he has no idea how you both just stopped hooking up in the first place cause he knows he’s the only one you’re fucking unless..

your whimper brings him back so he dismisses that thought, opting to support your stance when he notices your pace slowing down from riding the hell out of him. he's close but he wants you to cum first so his thumb reaches your swollen bud, rubbing it furiously until you started shaking above him.

you hate how Heeseung can make you cum this fast but what can you do when he a natural at it like how he is with everything else. you end up collapsing on top of him when the band on your lower abdomen erupts, cursing and moaning his name nonstop.

"glad to welcome the new year with you baby," he says endearingly, a little breathless while caressing your bare back as he helps you ride through your high. 

“you couldn’t wait until the semester starts again?” you scoff, still panting but you had to try to ignore the little flutter in your chest at his words. his tone confuses your pleasure-muddled brain cause for all you know, he could just be with you right now cause the others are not available.

“had to make sure..” he leaves a soft kiss on your temple, further increasing your nerves around him. 

perhaps it was Jeongin mentioning you in their conversation earlier at the party that pushed Heeseung to see you right away. the prospect of you meeting his close friend who’s just like him feeding his worry somehow.

that you may have found another “friend” during the break, hence, your avoidance of him.

it might be his fault that a lot of things have kept him so busy, not realizing that it’s been so long since the last time you met. it escaped his mind that you could just find anyone to replace him since you both never talked about specific boundaries in your current setup anyway.

“w-what?” 

"i'm still the best right?” he asks before slowly rolling his hips, making you whine at the sensitivity.

you’re unsure what Heeseung's talking about but this may be what’s been bothering him. his question didn’t sink into your mind, still confused about why he’s asking that. 

plus all you can focus on at the moment is how delicious he feels inside you. he didn’t even give you enough time to recover from your orgasm, hoisting you back up to ride him again.

"huh? uh yeah-oh fuck hee" you mewl when Heeseung starts bucking his hips up to you, happy to hear that he's still your best fuck. it's a funny contrast really, how soft his voice is when asking you compared to how hard he's fucking you right now.

your eyes close once again when he’s able to find your sweet spot immediately, his cock hitting it with precision. then your breath hitches when he grabs the side of your neck as he chases his high, eyes never leaving your face while you keep whining, fisting his black shirt.

all your thoughts went out the window when you finally opened your eyes and looked down at Heeseung.

he looks really good, with half-lidded eyes and even messier hair staring at you while you try to match your pace with him.

the timing must be playing you then when you notice the fireworks starting behind Heeseung, reminding you of how similar it is to what you feel inside right now and him finally exploding inside of you.

“gorgeous..shit” he chuckles before leaving a few wet kisses along your neck and then kissing you like he can’t get enough of you after stuffing you full of his cum. 

he's back to being calm but he’s staring at you intently again and it momentarily brings back his question earlier about him being your best fuck.

of course he is, he's the only one who knows your body like this that's why you're wondering why that would bother him if ever. besides, he had many girls he can fuck who could be better than you by his standards.

and what could probably have sparked this? you're too busy with the holiday preparations to meet anyone new let alone fuck someone.

“what’s with earlier hee?” 

your question's making him anxious so he shifts his eyes towards the front before looking back at you. he was hoping that you’d forget about it after he fucks you that good but the determined look in your eyes is saying otherwise.

“nothing i just missed you” he planted a quick kiss on your lips before pulling you off him. 

you obviously didn't buy his excuse even though he meant it. his refusal to tell you the truth made you wonder if it was because he thinks you’re sleeping with someone.

as pathetic as it sounds, you feel a bit flattered cause that would mean that he might not be fucking anyone during the break but then he still could be, and that he’s just saying that knowing it’s something you wanna hear from him.

he's just keeping in check and now he has his answer.

you both clean each other up in silence while Heeseung continues to avoid your eyes as he helps you. then after, he pulls down the windows to let the cool breeze in before getting out of the car to go around and open your door.

your legs wobble as soon as you stand up but you move quickly, wanting to stay away from him as much as possible because you didn't mean to have him like this.

you wanted to leave anything of him behind that’s why you essentially ghosted him during this whole break as part of your resolution for the year.

but you already broke it literally on the first day. if you weren’t being a dumbass earlier then none of this would’ve happened.

“i’ll drop you off” he says softly as he closes the door but you don't wanna answer him.

"no, i can walk home"

"can you?" he says smugly, holding your waist at once when you almost tripped. you push him back, still pissed at how he's been acting and it’s when you’re about to answer him when you hear a familiar shriek behind you.

"finally found you! oh and who is he?”

your eyes widen at the sweet voice asking who belongs to your younger cousin. you looked at Heeseung who looks just as surprised as you, the both of you getting anxious at her presence, wondering what she could possibly have seen.

his hand's still on you, ready to catch you in case you trip again. you feel Heeseung give you a small squeeze when you look away, shrugging him completely off of you.

turning to your cousin, you try to maintain your composure despite your nerves. she's of age but still young and she's quite similar to you, persistent in getting her answers so you're not sure how to escape her question.

"no one, just someone from school"

your answer shouldn't have affected Heeseung but it did which leaves him in disbelief. you both know he wasn't just no one to you but you couldn't possibly tell your cousin what's the real deal between you.

"i happen to see her on the way so i stopped by to greet her happy new year" he replied curtly and you winced at his tone which your cousin didn't miss. you fight the urge to scoff at how dismissive Heeseung sounded. he has no right to be upset when he's the one who's been vague this whole time.

"okay then let's go! the games are starting already that's why i've been looking for you!" your cousin grabs your arm hurriedly, probably sensing the tension between you and Heeseung.

"goodbye hee" you tell him as you start walking away, not bothering to look at him one last time, hopefully.

"see you around.." he responds but you don't catch what he said after, relief and gratefulness towards your cousin taking over you at the moment.

meanwhile, as Heeseung watches you leave, he thinks about how he fucked up with you again this time but you still called him by that nickname so his chances are still there.

and when you get a series of "i'm sorry" texts from him before you can even reach your house, you wonder if it was a mistake to address him that way earlier.

cause this whole thing continues to give you hope and you're not sure how long until you'd cave in to his alluring charms again.

e/n: it's still january so happy new year 🤧, may y'all have an amazing 2024 ahead. also, that gdamn video of his showed up again on my tl when i was editing this so i had to add it here bye 😩

[pastelllemons]

ok hi me from the future 2 revise this ( esp the og tags ) bc i may have not worded this the best / am starting 2 disagree with it lmfao actual nonsense below the cut bc i don’t wanna flood the dash w my rambling

ok here r the tags ( yaaaayyy ). so when i made this post it had been quite a few months since i had initially played the game and hadn’t touched it since. idk why i felt like talking about this when i hardly aware of the kel / hero fight at the time lmao. that’s besides the point tho :P

i was thinking about what kind of connection kel has 2 everyone else in terms of forgiveness ( ie aubrey pushing basil in the like and other such things ) and looking back at this i literally said what kel’s connection 2 sunny was 4 him forgiving ( or otherwise ) the guy; i had just pinned it as the wrong thing.

kel spends more time with sunny than anyone else in the game ( although they have their reasons 4 doing so ), and the most time trying 2 reach out 2 sunny between the incident and the time of the games events, when sunny eventually does step outside of his home 4 the first time in years.

even sunny’s mom takes notice of this !!! she says he’s been calling 4 months ( !!!!! ) herself.

when sunny does come out, the two of them walk together everywhere they go. they do everything together in those three days. he helps him. he guides him. he helps him remember. hell, he even takes sunny’s knife away from him when he stabs aubrey ! they’re attached at the hip, even if it’s only 4 a few days.

i was so focused on making parallels 2 kel and sunny and / or basil that i failed 2 realize kel’s impact on the story, even though its the most obvious and in-your-face. when i spoke of this initially, i thought the fact that they do all of these things together would be the factor that drives him 2 never forgive sunny—after all, how could sunny betray him in such a major way, especially after keeping it a secret after all this time ? but my mind has been opened. i’m seeing in 25D. i am making connections that would make a lab rat’s brain explode upon hearing them. of course kel would forgive sunny !!!! how could he not ?!? he’s literally never given up on sunny in his entire life since meeting him !! kel is the one who kept knocking that damn door. he’s the one who stuck through it all no matter what because he loves sunny !!! one way or another he loves him so insanely deeply it’s not even funny oh my GOD !!!!!!!!!!!!! ur telling me the guy who spent 3/4 YEARS. YEARS !!!! waiting on one person 2 come out 2 hang out with him one more time WOULDN’T FORGIVE HIS FRIEND ?!? that’s fucking bullshit and we all know it.

tl dr i am retracting my statement kel omori would never give up on his friend sunny omori and 2 suggest otherwise is ridiculous. i’d like 2 issue an apology 2 all kel fans 4 being a #fake and mischaracterizing my precious baby boy in such a horrid way 😢 i have learned from my mistakes !!!

would it b a hot take 2 say kel would forgive sunny last if at all

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Fuck Boy

Summary: Things with Chris were complicated. Once a fuck boy, always a fuck boy.

Pairings: Fuck Boy!Chris Evans x Thicc!Black!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, rough sex, degradation, dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, public touching, dry jumping, choking, slight exhibitionism (I guess idk)

(A/N: hi. Like, follow, comment, and reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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He has to be doing this shit on purpose, right?

Chris didn’t exactly have the best reputation. Everyone around here knew what kind of guy he was and yet in still all the girls in your group still thirsted after him. Not that you blamed them or anything.

He was hot. Like dangerously hot. With his tattoos and general aura. Sometimes he’d be there looking all good and because of the circumstances you didn’t wanna make it obvious.

It wasn’t like he didn’t know what affect he had on you. He had to. Every time he hugged you like he did, all close and warm with his arms snug around you. Then he’d do this thing where his hands would smooth over your back. You’d get goosebumps and your face would feel all hot. He’d be all up in your ear going, ‘hey, girl. Where you been hiding from me?’ And you’d fucking melt.

Then like the menace to society that he is he’d settled those arms around your waist so he could raise you up. Pushing your hips up so he’d rub into you. Forcing your face into the crook of his neck. Fuck he smelled so good. Mouthwatering even. This man drove you crazy.

At first you were more than sure that Chris did not think of you that way. Why would he. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. You were the last woman out of all women that he was supposed to be getting close to. You knew too many of his dirty secrets. Knew what the hell you’d be getting yourself into. And yet it was so easy to forget all of that.

You’d talk about music and movies and whatever else. You could listen to him talk forever. Something about his voice made you feel gooey all over. It wasn’t like you’d meant for any of this to happen. Hell not like anything real had even happened aside from those hugs.

Even when it came to how the two of you had started hanging out it wasn’t like you’d done it on purpose. How were you supposed to account for the creepy dude that wouldn’t leave you alone at the gym. On the occasion that you’d see each other, you’d say hello.

Things had been awkward since the breakup anyway, but it wasn’t like you were barred from speaking to him or anything. So when he’d stepped in that day it was kind of nice to know he still had your back. Then he asked if you wanted to take a break, maybe get some coffee and that’s when you fully gave into thirsting after your best friend’s ex.

It wasn’t technically your fault. You didn’t even know he was gonna be there tonight. You just wanted to have a good time. You hadn’t been expecting for him to get all touchy feely when no one was looking.

Sure you’d seen him with different girls, hell tonight was no different, but he always seemed to get next to you. You really no business all up in his space. Sure you and her weren’t friends anymore, but being into her ex was kind of a low blow.

Besides you’d seen way too much. He was definitely not an innocent party. Neither was she hence why she was a former friend. This wasn’t about her though. As much as you hated it his whole vibe kind of added to his hotness for you. Sure he’d moved on kind of quick pissing get off as he flaunted all the women he’d been fucking.

God he was such a dick about it too. Always managed to know exactly where the two of you would be on a night out so he could hook up with one right there. They’d argue. You’d have to tear her away. Then she started trying to get back at him and only made you feel like shit in the process. No matter how much she wanted to deny that.

It wasn’t that you felt bad. It was more like an aftermath issue cuz she’d been texting asking to catch up and you are not in the fucking mood. Something about Chris right now was just really getting to you because of it. You really wanted to care that you’d seen him send pictures to his ex with just the top of girls heads too tell her he was busy.

Her being awful doesn’t make him any less awful and yet at least when you’d think about all the ways he was awful it would just make you wet. You knew you shouldn’t have trusted those eyes. Or that smile. He just knew how to play the game. You’d seen it first hand and if you knew better you would not want that for yourself.

But as he rubbed himself against your aching ass, hiking up your skirt passed your ass as best as he could with no one looking, you really weren’t sure if you did.

When you came out tonight, your friends had promised to cheer you up. Things had just been so weird lately. This guy you were talking to turned out to suck. You hadn’t had sex in forever for one. So you admit you were a little wound up.

Then when you thought you were going to get laid the guy did not have the kind of hardware he claimed he did. You don’t even get why guys lie. You’re gonna find out that they have a tiny dick at some point. God it was a good thing you could get a preview before actually having to physically do it.

But since then you’d just been so needy. You had been single for forever and had ended things with your fuck buddy so long ago. It was torture but Chris was here. Standing behind you so fucking close and being the biggest tease after he’s just hugged you like that. 

You just. You needed it. Fuck you hated it.

The two of you had never been this close before. When you’d been invited you’d just wanted to go with the flow. He was here with his new girl or whatever to make matters worse.

So even though he was there with her he was right there trying to get close to you, he was really there with someone else. Fuck it was just like then. When she’d call you screaming about how much of an asshole he was. He’d cheat then she’d react. Not that you minded when she cried to you about it. Hell for a long time you hated him. It wasn’t until you started putting pieces together that you realized she was definitely trying to pull some sneaky shit behind your back.

And even though it had made everything all fucked up, that didn’t mean you could just go around sleeping with peoples ex boyfriends. That meant war. You weren’t sure you were ready for that. It’s just Chris made that so fucking hard to do. And it had been so long. Besides he was just trying to protect you right now. You were scared.

“It’s okay,” he whispered in your ear. “I got ya.” He said after you’d screamed after something had jumped out at you. Holding you close all over again. Dick to your ass.

You swear things had never been like this before. You would never ever do something like that. Even to her. But he’d been so hot since. Has started working out. Something had just clicked and you were feeling him. Hard. No pun intended.

It’s not like it was you. He was the one touching all over you and everything. It’s not your fault. Sure you liked that he wanted to comfort you but it’s not like you planned for any of this.

He’d been like this, the whole time. Choosing to comfort you as if the girl he came with wasn’t just as on edge. You knew he was so bad for you.

So you’re all there stumbling around, still a little drunk from the alcohol you and your friend snuck in with Chris still behind you. It wasn’t even twelve yet and as far as you know you weren’t leaving until closing.

“You good?“ He asked, rubbing your back.

You nodded even though you were pretty sure your heart was going to explode out of your chest. While at the same time wanting him to go back to what he kept doing to you as soon as the lights went out.

Fuck he was working you up. “Mhm,” you hummed.

Then he pulled you into another one of those hugs. This time not pressing into your hips. Can’t say you blamed his date or whatever for shooting you daggers with her eyes when he scurried back to her. Ugh typical.

“Where to next?” Your cousin asked as she tore herself away from her man.

“I was thinking we could probably ride Jurassic World before going to The Exorcist. I think we could fit it in.”

The perks of having Chris around. Front of the line passes. For some reason he’d delegated what your group was doing tonight to you and her. Anytime you asked him a question he’d say something about trusting your judgment. That was nice to know because you damn sure didn’t.

Sure he wasn’t big yet but you knew it was coming one day. That’s why she’d be so into him. Wanted to get it before he got too hot. You were pretty sure she’d just barely missed out.

It’s just funny how things worked out. For a long time you hated him. Seeing the way he’d do the things he did then come back to her like a wounded puppy. And she’d fall for it every time. You liked to say she was addicted because she was she even then you understood. While Chris had gotten hotter it’s not like he hadn’t always been hot. It’s just he’d been a lot less of a douche bag these days.

There was one time where she did accuse you of flirting with him though. God that was weird. You hadn’t even known what the fuck was going on and there she was screaming at you for flirting with him. You knew you weren’t back then, but the way he was acting was making you second guess. Then it was like who cares. She wasn’t your friend anymore.

“So,” she started, “what’s going on with you and Chris?” She asked, taking a glance over at them as he and her boyfriend talked.

You scrunched up your face, shaking your head. “No idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit.” Monica chuckled. “Wait, we should probably eat before.”

“Ohh yeah I’m starving. Jurassic World than food?”

“Sounds good and don’t play innocent with me,” she snapped the conversation back. “I saw the two of you all hugged up.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “No idea what you mean,” you said in a sing song voice.

“Sure,” she teased.

“He’s here with his girlfriend.”

“Who? Heather? Yeah she wishes. They’re just ‘kickin’ it’.” She shrugged. “Well that’s what Derrick said.”

“You know guys. Their just kicking it might be a six month relationship as far as they’re concerned.”

“True.”

“Besides I don’t need anymore problems with what’s-her-face.” Or she who shall not be named.

Monica sighed. “True. She still bugging you?”

“Dude, I feel like I have a fucking stalker.”

“That bad?”

“She found my Twitter account. I don’t even have pictures up of myself on there I don’t even know… ugh she’s so fucking annoying.”

“Imagine if she found out that he’s your new best friend.”

You crinkled your nose. “Yeah I’m good on that one.

That’s how the night went though. After the ride he’d asked if you were cold and wrapped his arms around you. Was it a good idea to ride a water ride this late at night? Definitely not because you were freezing. Then he gave you his hoodie ugh. Wrapping you in it before kissing your cheek.

Then you’d look over at Heather and see her face. Scowling at you like she wanted to fight. Then it would snap you out of that daze. What the fuck were you doing.

For the last few months that the two of you had been hanging out it hadn’t started getting like this until recently. Starting with the hugs and then him whispering hello in your ear. The touching was new.

He’d made some comments about how good you looked one time. About how nice your ass looked. Tried to cover it up with a remark about how hard you’d been working in the gym. That all those squats were really paying off.

Even though nothing had ever made you feel guilty. At first it even felt like a fuck her kind of deal, but still you were very careful to not cross any lines. Then you’d look at him and think why. Like right now he was just wearing a gray t-shirt and he looked so good. Sure he’d been one of the people you’d vented to about that guy and his micro dick, but you’d just mostly laughed about it over beers.

It was like you knew exactly what he was like in a relationship. Why would you want to even deal with that, but he made it so hard when he looked at you like he wanted to eat you up. Fuck.

Every maze he’d do it. Wait for you to get scared and then grab you. Pulling you close to him so he could push your ass against him. Pressing his bulge into you. Fuck she’d always bragged about how big he was but feeling it was a different thing. Maybe that was the one thing she didn’t lie about.

And he managed to do it into you just right. Pressing his dick was seemed to be straining against his jeans right into your ass like he was wanted you to feel exactly what he was working with.

Hell you’d rather think about that then about how scared you’d been. At least he was there to keep you nice and safe and warm. Even if he’d go back to her every time.

You’d prefer to think about him than how scared you were. It was a way better deal. Every time a thought popped up about it the next one was about him.

You didn’t want to say that you were avoiding him, but there was no other way to put it. You’d even started going to the gym at a different time just so you wouldn’t run into him. Didn’t want any problems when the temptation of him was just too damn much for you. It just sucked that you couldn’t watch him lift weights for a minute.

You remember the first time you saw him there. You were still friends with her too. Had just started getting into fitness and had been going for about three weeks. When you told her she planned to come by and show him how much better she looked. Made you promise that you wouldn’t talk to him. See how far that got.

Then that day that some old dude was all over you happened. Chris came to your rescue and then asked you if you wanted to get something to drink to calm down. You’d walked there so a drive home would at least be nice. By then the friendship had been on its last leg. You were going through some shit yourself and unlike with her breakup where she’d call you in the middle of the night to scream and vent she wasn’t really around.

Sure you had Monica, but it was nice talking to Chris about everything. Before things had started getting really bad the two of you had gotten along okay. That’s why it had started to suck when things turned out the way they did. You kinda just fell back into it.

He wasn’t even the reason it all ended. You didn’t tell her until you finally told her to fuck off. Yeah okay was it your proudest moment but she had just made you so frustrated. You wanted a friend, you needed your best friend, and instead her ex boyfriend was the one to swoop in. And yet it felt like a weight had lifted off your shoulders.

And that’s why you couldn’t just stop going to the gym at the same time as him. You were positive that whatever weight had lifted off of your shoulders had been used to make his so fucking perfect. It only added to your workout experience and you. It didn’t hurt to go. You just wouldn’t talk to him. Easy peasy.

That meant not going out for drinks or even going out of your way to say hello or bye. You think he noticed your cold shoulder but obviously it didn’t really phase him because he’d just come over and do his whole thing. Had even incorporated a kiss onto your cheek into it. Not giving two fucks about whatever games you might be playing. He knew you better than that.

There was no point in trying to avoid him. Especially not during the month of October when every weekend seemed to be a different event. First was Halloween Horror Nights, then it was this pumpkin patch thing that he wasn’t even supposed to be at.

It was just supposed to be a cute thing with Monica, Derrick, and the kids. You didn’t know he was gonna be there. Apparently it had been a last minute choice where all he did was stand way too close to you. Fuck he smelled good. Nothing really happened aside from him getting close to you.

Then you went to the gym like normal and on leg day he insisted on spotting you. Fucking with you a few times when he grabbed all on your ass. And there was nothing you could do about it.

The thing that annoyed you was you don’t think you wanted to do anything about it. It wasn’t like you didn’t like it. Besides he was being pretty goofy as usual. Then it only annoyed you more because you should not be doing this if you didn’t want trouble.

Then there was tonight. The fucking Halloween party. Tonight you were expecting to see him and his girl. Maybe he’d pay more attention to you, maybe he wouldn’t. Either way you had not fully prepared for this.

“Did you plan this!” You ran over Monica when you saw him and his girl come on.

“Plan what?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. She’d been the one to suggest you dressing up as a sexy team devil cheerleader in the first place. Had even let you borrow her heeled combat booties that she’d seen you eyeing. You were not planning on giving them back anytime soon.

You tilted your head to the side so she’d catch on. Peeking over to see him standing there. Dressed as the devil. Fuck he looked so hot too. A red henley tee under a red flannel. Devil horns peeking out of his hair and a drip of fake blood on the corner of his mouth. For a second a thought flashed in your mind about how good he’d look between your thighs with those horns on, but you shook those thoughts away. Fuck he was making it so hard.

Then beside him was Heather perfectly matched in her all white outfit and angel wings. Figures. Well at least she didn’t look like she was dressed like his side chick. Whatever you looked cute.

Monica laughed. Putting her hand over her mouth. “I did not, but I’m almost mad I didn’t.” Fuck this. You needed a drink.

Okay maybe you went a little overboard.

At least you were having fun. Sure you wanted to puke when you saw ol boy with the microscopic dick, but you kept your composure. You were pretty sure you’d even managed to fly under Chris’ radar which was nice.

Except you couldn’t always be lucky.

“Wow. You tried it.”

Came a voice from behind you. You groaned. Turning around to see ol girl had managed to pull herself away from Chris as you were getting another drink.

Her Angel wings all feathery and outfit barely there. Not that you were judging. You looked like you just walked off of a fucking Suicide Girls shoot yourself.

“Heather,” you groaned then gave her a tight-lipped smile. It’s not like you had anything against her. Just because you wanted to fuck Chris didn’t mean you hated her. It’s not like they were a couple. You were allowed to thirst. He was the one that couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

She glared at you. Crossing her arms. “Don’t ‘Heather’ me,” she mocked. “I know what the fuck you’re trying to do and you need to back off.”

While you admit it wasn’t exactly like you were innocent here her anger was a little misdirected. Then again would you be in this same position if you were here. Maybe. But probably not. It’s not like you wouldn’t have known what you’d been getting yourself into.

“Or what?” You challenged. Kind of curious to see where it would go next.

It’s funny how quickly things can wipe away. One minute ago you were trying to cool it on the crush in honor of a dead friendship. Now that Heather was all up on your face though, you weren’t sure if you cared.

“Or I’ll become your worst nightmare.”

You rolled your eyes. “What are we? Fifteen? Is someone watching too much Gossip Girl.”

“Just watch your back, bitch.”

Oh.

Fuck. Her.

See the old you would have done just that. Would have backed off. Hell you had already started to. Maybe it’s because every time you looked at her it was like she’d morph into her and suddenly it sounded so satisfying to rip those extensions from her head.

It was kind of funny though. You were pretty sure a year ago Chris wouldn’t have even looked at you twice. Now bitches were threatening you over him.

Obviously that had to mean something. You were kind of tired of playing nice all the time. He got to tease you and rub up against you in public but that was your bad. Just like before when your ex best friend accused you of flirting with him. It wasn’t your fault the two of you could have good conversations. It wasn’t like you were trying to start anything.

Except now that you had a point to make you couldn’t just go up to him. You needed to show that you had his attention without asking for it. And as much as you hated it, you knew exactly how the hell to get it.

Sure it was disappointing that there was no bulge on your ass like the one Chris had from how he was grinding into you. You could suffer for a minute.

It seemed to work when Chris laid eyes on your as you danced. Well more like twerked. “God she’s such a fucking slut.” You could hear Heather cackle with her friends.

“What did you just say?” Chris asked his voice snapping you and her apparently out of whatever fucking thing you were in.

“What?” She rolled her eyes. “She is.”

You didn’t bother sticking around for their argument as you scrunched up your face and went off to find a bottle of water. It was possible that you were too drunk for this shit.

You hung out with Monica and Derrick for a minute until Chris finally sulked over. That was when you went back to hanging around microdick again. Yeah yeah it was mean to use him but you were the devil’s cheerleader you could stand to be a little mischievous.

Then he got a little handsy. Putting his hands on your ass. That’s when you backed off. Scrunching up your nose. He grabbed your wrists trying to hold you there until Chris came in pushing him off.

Then he grabbed you pulling you to the hallway. What the fuck everyone’s treating you like a goddamn rag doll right now. “What the fuck is your problem?” Chris questioned as he pushed you into the now closed door of a guest bedroom.

“Owww!” You protested trying to push against him.

Instead he held you tightly. He was so very strong compared to you. Very obviously sick of your shit.

“You having fun pissing me the fuck off?” He growled in your face. Oh he was really sick of your shit.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Bullshit. You think I don’t know what the fuck you do?” He asked. “Sweetheart, I’ve known you for three years now. I can read you like the back of my fucking hand.”

“Yeah? Then where the fuck were you when your girlfriend was threatening me!” You tossed back in his face.

“She’s not even my girlfriend! I’ve told you that!”

“Yeah and what the fuck am I supposed to think when you came up in here with matching costumes. I’ve been trying to avoid you for weeks and you couldn’t even let me do that!”

“I told her what I was coming as and she brought the same thing. What about you? You’re matching me. It wasn’t on purpose!”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s different!”

“How?”

“Because I’m not the one clinging all over you!”

That was when he stopped. Finally letting go of you. You should have just walked away but then he chuckled and it only made you more irritated.

“What’s so funny?” You asked crossing your arms. Glaring at him.

Chris chuckled. “Nothing.” He was eyeing you up and down again. “You know, you’re kind of cute when you’re jealous.”

This annoying ass.

“No one’s jealous.” You rolled your eyes.

“Bullshit. You didn’t wanna be the reason the last one ended, so you dressed up in your slutty little costume, hoping you could be the reason this time.”

“That’s so stupid.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m not-,”

He cut you off this time by once again pushing you against the door. Holding you in place with his lips right above yours. “Don’t you fucking play dumb with me. You know exactly what you want.”

“No. You’re the one-,”

“I’m the one what? You didn’t say no when I did any of those things. I know you liked it. You don’t have to fucking lie to me.”

“That’s not-,”

“Just shut the fuck up and admit it. You wanted me to touch you. I could tell. Now you’re playing games like a fucking slut.”

“I’m not!” You protested. “She’s the one getting all up in my face because you can’t keep it in your fucking pants.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

“No you shut up, Chris!”

Things were so tense. Your heart felt like it just might thump out of your chest. Especially as your eyes connected to his then flicked down to his lips then back. Fuck he was irritating.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Before I make you.”

“Or what?” You challenged putting your face in his.

His nose flared as he glared down at you. Grip still tight. It felt like both of you were daring for the other to say the next word.

“See you not gonna do shit.” You laughed.

He cut you off real quick when he wrapped his hand around your neck. Turning you around and pressing your cheek into the door. “You just love irritating the fuck out of me don’t you. Showed up tonight in this little fucking skirt and danced over some other man for attention like a fucking whore.”

“Chris!” You squeaked trying to wrap your mind around what in the fuck was even happening.

“Was it fun being a fucking tease out there. Letting him touch you all over like a fuckin’ slut,” he once again growled, smacking your ass. You tried to bring his hand up so he could squeeze around your neck. “What? Ain’t got shit to say now, huh? Thought that shit was cute s minute ago.”

His Boston accent was coming out thick. This wasn’t the Chris you normally got. Even at the height of his dickish ways with your ex best friend. Especially not directed at you.

Now he was grabbing on you, spanking you, talking to you all fucking crazy. He didn’t give a shit about the past or whatever the fuck was going on with who. Right now he just needed to teach you, “Watch who the fuck you’re talking to like that.”

It was all such a fucking blur. One minute he was smacking your ass and the next he carried you over to the bed. He bent you over. Smacking your pussy with your panties still on.

“Getting oh my fucking nerves. Acting like you don’t have any goddamn sense!” He smacked your ass again and then when he lifted his hand up again just came in harder but this time against your pussy making you jump.

“Hey!” You protested trying to reach back to stop him.

“Don’t you fucking start with me,” he said reaching down to snatch you up by putting his arm around your neck. Holding you still as he smacked your ass again.

“Chris!”

“You know what she used to tell me,” he said. “About how much of a fucking slut you were. She’d say shit like that behind your fucking back and I’d think why is she calling such a nice girl such mean things and you know what, I fucking get it.”

“What?” You asked popping your head up.

“Yeah.” He got down beside you. Putting his lips against your cheek. “Bet you didn’t know about that, huh. She used to tell me all about the fucking assholes you used to date. About how she found out you liked being tied up and shit. Maybe it was the one thing she didn’t fucking lie about. Was she?”

Your breathing had picked up and your face felt so hot all of a sudden. “What did she tell you?” You asked licking your lips and then tucking the bottom one into your mouth.

“That she saw a message of you calling some guy daddy. You knew she used to snoop through your phone right?” He asked with a chuckle. “She used to do the same thing to me. That’s why I started giving her something to look at.”

You swallowed as his grip loosened from around your neck, his other hand once again smacking against your pussy making you jump again. You clenched around nothing until he finally pushed your panties to the side. They matched your costume and had ‘Go to Hell’ written on the ass. You thought they were so cute.

Now he was stuffing his hand in finally touching your labia. Making you gasp and straighten up with the sudden contact. Lips already moist from the little bit he’d done to you.

Having him this close was putting you on edge. Like whatever next move he made might feel like too much. Your lower stomach tightened as his fingers found your clit. Your eyebrows furrowing as your stomach quivered.

“You know what I think?” He asked rhetorically. “I think that because you weren’t the reason the last one ended, you wanna be the reason Heather fucks off. Don’t you?”

“No, of course not,” you said.

“Bullshit. She was fucking right,” he whispered. “You love that shit don’t you. Being manhandled.” He whispered against your ear. “Love it when I tell you what a slut I know you always wanted to be for me.”

“I didn’t-,” you gasped, “I never.”

“Bullshit. Probably thinking of me when you were calling another man daddy.”

You let out this fucking annoying moan that you did not mean to let out. Fuck it was so porny too. Ugh embarrassing.

“I fucking knew it. Stupid fucking slut.” He groaned clearly liking how he was making you feel. Your juices coating his hand. “It’s okay. Been wanting my dick.”

“Chris!” You panted.

“That’s it. That’s fucking it.” He laughed against your ear. “God you’re such a fucking tease. I knew you wanted me. I see you looking at me at the gym.”

Yeah it’s not like you were good at hiding it.

His lips trailed down to your neck. Then he pulled you up. Making you kneel on the bed as he pushed his fingers inside of you.

“Fuck!” You whimpered.

“Lie and tell me you don’t fuckin’ want this.”

“I… I-,” you stuttered and then stopped to moan. Fuck he felt so good. Especially with the way he kept putting a grip on your neck. Something about the way he knew better than to pull your fucking hair right now was only adding to how bad you wanted it.

Instead he kept his grip firm with the chokehold he’d been keeping you in. You were practically riding his fingers at this angle. Almost in a daze by how fucking good it felt.

“Fuck, please!” You sobbed. Orgasm so close you just wanted him to give it to you already.

“I want you to fucking say it.”

“I want it,” you whimpered. Fuck you wondered how desperate you looked right now.

“That’s my good girl.” He breathed before finally connecting your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he fucking moved his hand from your panties so he could hold onto you tight.

While you wanted him to never fucking stop he was just kissing you so right. Maybe he was right. Maybe you should have just given in back then. It’s not like any of it really mattered right. Fuck her anyway. Maybe you should have fucked her boyfriend.

Except he wasn’t her boyfriend anymore. And she was nothing more than a distant memory. All that guilt that had been eating at you for what.

His hands gripped your ass as he lifted you into him. Like one of his extra warm hugs. Pressing his pelvis into yours.

Then he leaned you back, laying you down so he could climb on top of you. Still deep kissing you as he put himself to your side so he could lift your shirt up. Quickly going back to rubbing your clit making you break away so you could moan again.

“That’s it,” he said, pressing his nose to the side of your face. Breath tickling your cheek.

Your hands went to his hair as you couldn’t stop letting out all these little mewls. “Chris!” You whined.

Apart of you wondered what the hell would have happened if she walked in right at this moment. Would he keep going? Would she claw at your eyes? Scream? Would you? Fuck. You couldn’t believe you were even letting him do this.

And still all of that started to fade out of your mind as you went right back to where you used to be. His fingers pumping in and out of you. Curling up in ‘come-hither’ against your spot. “Cum for me,” he coaxed into your ear. “You know you wanna cum for me, Baby.”

“Yes,” you squeaked. “I’m gonna- oh my god.”

“That’s my good girl,” he hissed in your ear. “Fuck.”

It hit you so intensely you thought your insides might have shut down. Every muscle clenched at once as your toes curled and eyes rolled to the back of your head. He just kept you close. Drawing it out by not stopping. “Chris, fuck.”

“That’s it. Say my fucking name,” he whispered. “Who makes you cum, Baby?”

“You do,” you whined again.

He pulled off of you again. First taking off his flannel and then his shirt. Ugh fuck. He was so damn hot.

His kisses went down your body until he was at your pussy. Hooking his fingers in the sides of your panties. “Cute,” he remarked before kissing your thighs. Nipping at your skin. So close to putting his mouth on you. “Pretty girl with a pretty pussy. Fucking love it.”

“Fuck me,” you whimpered out.

“So fucking needy for me,” he said pressing a kiss just so fucking close to you again. Just so fucking close to your pussy. Why the fuck wasn’t he making out with your cunt. He clearly wanted to. Fuck Chris just one kiss on your clit.

“Please,” you breathed.

“Now you’re begging?” He asked. “Fuck, Baby. Want me to eat your tasty little pussy?” You nodded and tugged on his hair. “Yeah?” He groaned as he licked his lips as he looked down at it. Fuck did he have to be so obscene about it.

And worse, did you have to want it so bad.

You clenched around nothing. Just waiting for him to finally do it. You needed it so fucking bad.

When he finally lowered himself, his tongue swiping up against your clit you were pretty sure you could die and go to heaven. “Holy shit,” you gasped. “Oh god!”

He did little kitten looks at first looking up at you with the most smug fucking face. Fuck he was so annoying. “This is what you wanted, huh?”

You nodded as you looked down at him. Those long lashes fluttering with every blink. Looking like Prince Charming with horns coming out of his head. Did this count as shaking hands on a deal with the devil. This man was a fucking danger to you. How the hell could you ever come back from this.

“Chris, Chris, Chris!” You grabbed the back of his head. He grabbed your hands. Clasping them in his so he could control you just the way he wanted. “You’re gonna make me cum!”

Before you could he stopped. Leaving you almost stunned as he raised off of you so he could start undoing his pants. “That doesn’t feel very fair,” he cooed, leaning down to squeeze your face. “You get all these orgasms and I haven’t gotten shit.” He winked as he finally let go.

Fuck he was so beautiful as he started pushing them down his legs. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Even when you raised up so you could start taking off your little top.

“I should make you suck my dick,” he thought out loud, tsk’ing as he shook his head watching you as you hurried to pull your bra off. Tits on display. He licked his lips again as he stared at your brown nipples with a hunger in his eyes that you were starting to grow way too accustomed to. “Lucky for you,” he swiped his index finger under your chin, “I’d rather use that pussy.”

As his dick finally spring forward you felt a lump form in your throat. Holy. How. How god. Like you’d felt it but holy hell. Oh my god. Oh my god how were you supposed to take it. How in the fuck.

No wonder she’d been so sprung.

You went down to take off your skirt but he grabbed your hand to stop you. “Leave it on. It’s so fucking sexy.”

He climbed back on top of you. Pushing your legs apart as he got in between them. Then chuckled before kissing you. Pretty sure he was getting some kind of sick enjoyment out of seeing you so flustered.

The first push into you made you snap your eyes shut. Face screwing up already from the pressure like you were bracing for whatever might come next. He was too damn much already.

“Gonna fucking ruin you for every other man,” he whispered in your ear. “You’re not gonna look at anyone else when I’m fucking done with you.”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” You cried out with each thrust. Holy fuck no wonder she’d gotten so fucking mad when they’d broken up. How the fuck could you come back from this. You just wanted his fat dick to never stop. He was stuffing you full. You don’t think you’d ever felt like this. “Please!” You begged.

“This what you needed?” He asked. “Why you were being such a fucking brat. Needed me to take you to a room and fuck the shit out of you as soon as possible. Been dying for it haven’t you?” He put his nose to yours and something about the closeness only made you tighten around him more.

His words only adding to just how fucking bad you wanted to cum for him. “Yeah,” you breathed putting your mouth to his but not even able to kiss as your heavy breathing stopped you.

Your acrylics going up and down his back. Needing him a little closer. Fuck he was so fucking hot ugh daddy fuck me harder please. 

God that word was on the tip of your tongue. He was fucking you like he wanted you to say it. You kind of wondered what he might do if you did. “Please don’t stop,” you whimpered into his ear.

“Im not gonna stop,” he said into your ear again. “I know you don’t want Daddy to stop.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck him. He had no fucking right.

“Need Daddy to keep this pussy stuffed, don’t you?” He rolled his hips a little harder. “Tell Daddy that you want him to keep this pussy stuffed.”

“Yes,” you whined trying to skate around it.

That was when he grabbed your face in his hands. Squeezing your cheeks. “Say it right. Don’t fucking play stupid with me.”

Ah fuck him.

“I- uh,” you stopped to moan, “I want, I want you to keep my pussy stuffed.”

“No, no, no. Don’t be dumb. You know what the fuck I wanna hear,” he said in that deep fucking voice into your ear. “Whose your daddy?”

Ugh. You let out the most pathetic fucking moan. All it did was make him laugh. He knew you liked that shit. Fuck your pussy clearly liked it cuz it squeezed him so damn hard it almost forced him out.

“No. Don’t you fucking dare,” he said repositioning himself. Growling as he got on his knees pushing your legs back and then placed one over his shoulder so he could really fuck into you.

“Fuck!” You screamed trying to pull away from him only for him to grab your wrists.

“Fucking say it,” he demanded not giving two shits that he was pretty much making you cry. “You know you want to.”

“Oh fuck,” you sobbed. “Daddy!”

“There we go,” he groaned. “That wasn’t so fucking hard was it.”

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” You chanted. Fuck now that you had started saying it how could you stop. It was like he’d finally broken you in. He was daddy and that was that. Fucking devil. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You screamed not even giving you a chance to register as it fucking hit.

Chris dropped your leg and lowered his upper body onto yours like before. Groaning as he saw you gasping for air as he brought you to the most intense climax of your entire life.

“Fuck that’s it, Baby,” he whispered in your ear kissing under it. “That’s such a good girl. Cumming all over Daddy’s cock.” He groaned as his thrusts became sloppy. “See how much better it is when you stop acting stupid.” He groaned. “Gonna have to do this to you again. Fuck. Y/N,” he moaned as he stilled finally not being able to hold on anymore himself warmth spreading through you. “Fuck!”

But as good as it felt and sure it made you cum a little bit more, it also made you sober the fuck up. Realizing what’d he’d just done after you got so into it you didn’t think to ask about protection or tell him to pull out.

“Did you just cum in me?”

[myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants]

A/N: I would like to preface this by letting everyone know that I am in no way knowledgeable about actual science things. That being said I am amazed that in a random draw I actually managed to get a prompt that had to do with flowers lol. This is my contribution to the BakuHarem Collab! Please take a second to check out the other contributions here!

Warning: bad science, no protection, swearing, overs!mulation, accidental exhibti0som, intoxicated smut? idk sex pollen is a drug i guess.....

W/C: 3.5k

“Bakugou, dude. We should not-”

“Shut up Kirishima!” Bakugou walks through the sterile hallways checking every corner for signs of other people. “That bitch took my top spot with some bullshit flowers?!” He finally gets to the lab that was granted to you for your research. After winning first place, stealing first place in the UA university science expo. He walks into the observing lobby, looking through the large window to make sure you weren’t working in the lab after hours.

“Just keep quiet and listen for any one coming this way.” He walks over to the security door and holds his key card up to it, the light on the scanner turns green and he hears the dead bolt slide open.

Kirishima is lingering behind him, hovering in the doorway. He turns to Bakugou to talk him out of this again but his friend has already entered the lab. “Ahh geez.” He didn’t even wear any safety gear.

As the door clicks shut behind him, Bakugou stops to examine the lab. Several different species of flowers in full bloom behind temperature controlled enclosures. Some of them are recognizable; lavender, chamomile, and jasmine. “I thought it would smell like the perfume department, this fuckin place smells like heaven.” Guess it wasn’t a new shampoo she was using then.

He walks through the aisles turning his head this way and that, trying to find something, anything that he can fuck up without it being overtly obvious. He gets to the back corner of the lab and sees a piece of familiar equipment. “Perfect.”

*****

“He said WHAT?!”

Your roommate flinches at your reaction to her news. “He told Professor Aizawa that your ‘Viagra flowers’ are a joke to the science department and they should ‘wither and die’.”

You’re fuming. That fuck tard Bakugou, mister my shit don’t stink is ridiculing my research? “All that man knows is how to blow shit up! Just cause I beat him in the expo this year, he thinks my research is a joke?!” You stand up from the couch, pacing in front of it and you can’t decide whether to scream or cry. “Why did I ever like that twat?”

Cause he has wide shoulders, big hands and scarlet eyes that -

“Oh for the love of god shut up.” Screw your inner thoughts.

Ochako watches you pace, worrying in her eyes when yours line with silver and your neck flushes bright red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”

You stop moving and look at her, guilt flooding through you as she slumps forward. “Don’t apologize, I was talkin to myself babe.” She nods her head weakly and you stand up straight “I’m gonna go.” You walk to the door grabbing your coat and key card.

“W-where are you going?” Ochako follows you to the door and grabs your wrist gently. You turn to her and smile, she was always so sweet but you knew that if shit went down she would be right beside you, kicking ass.

“I need to blow off some steam, so I’m gonna go check on my ‘Viagra flowers’.” She huffs a laugh and let's go.

“Alright, don’t stay too late.”

You nod, put on your shoes and leave the dorm. It’s a bit of a walk to the building the lab is in and hopefully the cool breeze will calm your mind.

*****

As you walk into the building you are grateful that your professor is more of a night owl than most students. Considering how many naps he takes during lectures it is no wonder he can’t sleep at night. You contemplate going to his office to say hi but think better of it.

Don’t wanna end up venting about Bakugou to my professor of all people.

You walk down the hallway and notice the door to your lab is cracked. Not unusual, a lot of students from your class have been coming and going to see the different species of flowers and plants you are growing. Assuming someone didn’t shut the door behind them you take your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Out of the corner of your vision a quick flash of red and you walk right into Kirishima, Bakugou’s friend and one of your classmates.

“Hey! How- how's it goin?”

You take a step back, rubbing your nose from face planting into his giant chest. Does this guy eat boulders for breakfast? “Hey Kiri! Just gonna do some late night tests! You checkin out my garden?”

“Yeah! Flowers are pretty.” He laughs, it’s high pitched and obviously forced.

You take in his nervous appearance, the fact that he is still standing in front of the door and your mood sours.

“Where is he?”

Kirishima looks like he is gonna try and stall but one look at the fury in your eyes and his head hangs down. “He’s in the lab,” you rush past him and punch in the code to open the door. “I tried to talk him out of it!”

The door clicks shut and the spiky blonde huffs in annoyance somewhere in the back of the lab.

“I told you shitty hair, if you’re gonna keep a look out you have to stand outside.”

You clear your throat and his head shoots up. You walk over to him, taking note of all of the plants and equipment, taking note of anything that looks different. As you get closer to him you notice that he smells particularly good tonight.

Keep it in your pants idiot

“Really Bakugou?” You stop a few steps away from him, noticing the various disassembled parts on the counter top behind him. “What were you gonna do, break my extraction equipment and make it look like a malfunction? Are you a B-Movie villain?”

He stands up and you are reminded of how small you feel next to him, wide shoulders, arms barely fitting the t-shirt he was wearing, strong chest that tapers to a toned waist. He laughs and you look at his face. What I wouldn’t give to just lick from your navel to your neck.

“A B-Movie villain huh? That’s rich coming from the fanfiction cliché scientist.” He crosses his arms, your eyes quickly dart to the sight of his biceps flexing with the movement then back at him.

“Fanfiction cliché? What the actual fuck are you talking about?” You take another step towards him, softly inhaling his scent. Why does he smell so good?

He laughs at you again, the sound caresses your skin and you realize your feeling very, very hot. You drag your fingers through your hair, your eyes zeroing in on a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. When you lick your lips and shift to take another step closer a small part of your brain connects the dots. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Bakugou looks at you, noticing your flushed cheeks and eyes that show you aren’t quite your normal smart and sexy self. Reaching behind himself you hear the unmistakable sound of clinking glass, he grabs a beaker, an open beaker. “Just grabbed this from your equipment, I know how long it takes to extract this stuff. Would suck if it were to suddenly go missing.”

“You idiot! Do you know how potent it is in that form?!” You reach for it but he pulls the beaker out of your reach. “Why do you think I keep it enclosed? You have to close it up now!”

“Why should I?”

Honestly how stupid can this guy get?!

“Put it back in the enclosure first and I’ll explain it to you!” Your breathing is getting heavy, the closer you get to Bakugou the hotter your body feels. You lunge for him again and trip, he hurries to put the beaker on the table behind him and catch you. Put off balance from the position you both crash to the floor with him underneath you. Sighing in frustration you lift yourself up only to bump your head on the table, knocking over the beaker and spilling the extract over you both.

“Shit!” You scramble off of him and run to the door, pressing the exposure button and effectively locking it. You turn to Bakugou and back up trying your best to keep your distance. “Stay on that side of the room, if we’re far enough apart the effects won’t be as bad.”

“What are the effects?” The question is spoken so calmly that you almost convince yourself he didn’t speak at all.

“What are the fucking side effects!?” His shirt is soaked, sticking to his tanned skin. The outline of his chiseled body makes your mouth go dry. You look back at his face, his mouth twisted in frustration at your silence but no less attractive. The sharp angle of his jawline, pink lips slightly chapped, aristocratic nose, scarlet eyes that-

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Shaking your head to clear some of the fog in your brain, you focus on him again.

“It’s an aphrodisiac so obviously it enhances sexual desire.”

“Yeah-yeah, sex pollen I get it. But what else?” he rings out the bottom of his shirt, lifting it slightly and you avert your eyes.

“It is not sex pollen, I don’t even use the pollen of the plant.” the last part coming out in a mumble. “The aphrodisiac only works on people who are consenting adults that are attracted to each other.” You clear your throat.

Bakugou freezes for a moment and looks up at you, examining you. The flushed skin, short breaths, and how you keep as much distance between the two of you as the small lab provides.

“So why are you so far away then?” The smirk on his face is sinful as all hell.

Cheeky bastard.

“Surely I don’t have to spell it out for you.” Resisting the urge to turn your face away from him like a pouty child..

“HA!” The smug look on his face momentarily lifts the cloud of lust and replaces it with anger. “Of course you’re attracted to me, who wouldn’t be?”

“Well, aren't you a cocky bastard?” Hoping you're not about to embarrass yourself you take a chance and muster up some courage. Slowly walking up to him you notice that his forehead is glistening with sweat, his breathing heavy, ears and back of his neck flushed with pink. “Tell me, Katsuki. How are you feeling?”

A few steps and you can see his hands balled up in white knuckled fists, a few more his jaw clench and unclench. Once you are only an arms length away you can see him swallow harshly, Adam's apple bobbing, nostrils flaring. You push your breasts against his toned chest, the light friction causing a moan to escape your mouth, the sound going straight to his cock.

“I’m - I’m fine.” Bakugou clears his throat, the sound of his first name from your lips sweeter than it should be.

“Lookin a little flushed, you feeling hot?”

He doesn’t answer, his attention captured by the closeness of your body, your lips, the tops of your breasts peeking out of the v neck top you’re wearing.. He stops breathing when your tongue flicks out to lick your bottom lip.

“Cat got your tongue?”

On impulse his hands move to rest on your hips, eyes never leaving your lips. “What was the question again?”

“How. Are. You. Feeling.” you walk your fingers up his chest with each word before pulling his head down so you can whisper in his ear, the anger fading fast. “Katsuki.” You hear him growl, the sound reverberating through your core, then you're being picked up.

“I’m gonna ruin you.” Bakugou crashes his lips to yours, pressing you up against one of the walls and bracing you with one hand so that the other can wrap around your throat. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He bites your lip, licking it to soothe the hurt. “Smart, funny, sexy, beautiful.”

You whine at the words and grind against the bulge in his pants, your pussy throbbing with need. “Need to feel you touch me Bakugou.” He stops moving and you shift to try and grind against him again but he holds you tight, slightly squeezing the sides of your neck.

“What happened to calling me by my first name, baby girl?” Loosening his hand and crouching down as if to put you down you sputter out “Kat-Katsuki Please touch me.”

The feral grin on his face has your pussy drooling and you all but sigh in relief when he stands up straight and slips a hand under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts. “Oh god yes.”

“You’re so soft baby,” he pulls one of the cups down and rolls your nipple in between his fingers. “Take off your shirt, wanna see those pretty tits.”

Katsuki keeps playing with your nipple when you rip your shirt off, making short work of your bra and tossing it. As soon as the other nipple is in view he dives down to suckle it, his mouth hot. You throw your head back, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pushing your chest out to give him better access.

He is merciless in his teasing, alternating between breasts, making sure to suck each nipple till they are both hard peaks. Kissing the top of your soft globes, your collarbone and neck, everywhere his mouth goes is left with a mark in varying shades of red and purple.

You grow impatient with him, needing to make him feel as good wanting to feel him with your hands, mouth, teeth.

“Wanna feel you too Katsuki.” you whine as he pinches one nipple while nibbling the other one. When you pull on his hair a little he groans but lifts his head, pulling both nipples with him before letting them go.

“What do ya wanna feel, baby girl?”

With all your inhibitions throw out the window you lean down and whisper in his ear. “Wanna feel you fuck me.”

You pull away and he quickly sets you down, you’re about to object when he takes his shirt off in one smooth motion then starts unbuttoning his jeans. You rush to follow, unzipping your pants and pulling them down, before you can pull down your panties he grabs your hand stopping you. “Leave ‘m on.”

Katsuki picks you up again before you can get a good look at his cock, but when it's pressed against you there is no need to see it. “Fuck you’re huge.”

He smirks at you, smug pride in his eyes. “Glad you approve.” Reaching a hand down he pulls your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your wet folds. “This all for me?” bringing his fingers up to show you the slick dripping down them he puts them in his mouth and sucks. “Gonna have to enjoy that tasty treat later.”

Your body is burning up, breathing is heavy as you both watch him drag his cock along your wet slit before pushing in. Your moans echo in the lab and neither one of you cares as Katsuki's cock drags against your inner walls until bottoming out. Right now is not the time for slow strokes, not with the aphrodisiac flowing through both of your bodies, so he starts a pace that has your ass slapping against his thighs.

“C-cumming!” You scream out before your body bows in on itself and you're creaming around his cock.

“Already?” a sideways grin on his face Katsuki starts moving you up and down in time with his thrusts, his cock reaching that much deeper. “Gonna cum for me again? Come on baby, wanna feel you milk my cock.”

Your mind is going blank, the only thing running through it is Katsuki. “Please don’t stop,” you dig your nails into his shoulders. “M Gonna cum again.” His thrusts go shallow and the head of his cock drags against your walls, hitting all the right spots.

You’re repeating his name endlessly, the only word that is in your mind then you’re cumming again. Your legs tense around his waist and your pussy clenches down hard enough that he has to stop moving or risk hurting you. He watches your face contorted in pleasure and starts thrusting as soon as he feels your orgasm subside.

“One more.”

Your head fuzzy, body limp from two orgasms. “I can’t!”

“Wrong,” Katsuki pulls out for a second, setting you on the floor and pushing on your back. You obediently bend forward grabbing the edge of the counter top and he wastes no time in rutting back into you. “You want me to stop?”

“NO”

“Then you got one more beautiful thing.” He sticks two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet then reaches around rubbing soft circles on your puffy clit. His other hand gripping your hip, before moving up and grabbing your shoulder using it as leverage to fuck into you harder.

“Come on, cum for me.”

You turn your head to the side trying your best to look in his eyes, yours tearing up at the overstimulation. “You cum too, fill me up Katsuki.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” Bending his knees he thrusts up into you and with the new angle, teasing circles being rubbed on your clit and the feral moans coming out of his mouth you cum one last time.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck

Katsuki cums after you, rope after rope of cum coating your fluttering walls.

You both stand there catching your breath. Katsuki pulls out and you whimper, “Oh don’t worry beautiful,” he picks you up again, walks over to a chair and sits down with you in his lap “not done with you yet.”

By the time you are spent both of you are exhausted and lost track of how many times either of you came. He helps you stand up, quickly pulling your panties back in place. “Don’t want you leakin.”

You giggle and pick up your clothes from the floor, he helps you get dressed and you both walk to the door. Making sure to check the air quality before leaving the lab you confirm that nothing is left in the air and unlock it. Before opening the door you turn to him opening your mouth to ask a question but he talks first.

“Let's go back to my room, yeah? I’ll help you clean up.” His voice rough from moaning and growling but you can see a small smile on his lips. Even though you know that the effects of the extract have worn off you can’t help but worry that he is still under their influence. Nodding your head you turn away from him again and open the door, walking into the lobby.

“I assume you're finished with the lab?”

You stop dead in your tracks, Katsuki bumping into you. “P-professor Aizawa?” Red hair peeks out behind him and Kirishima looks at you both with a nervous sharp toothed smile and red face. The fog of your memory clears and you vaguely remember hearing knocking on the window and door while you were… indisposed.

Katsuki steps in front of you, from the lack of red on his face or neck you know he isn’t nearly as mortified as you. “How long have you been standing there?”

The tired eyes of your teacher examine both of you. “Long enough.” He sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You are both to meet me in my office tomorrow morning.”

And just before you can’t get anymore embarrassed he walks out and says over his shoulder. “The labs aren’t sound proof, and these walls echo.”

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[euphoricsunflowers]

calling you daddy — monsta x

scenario: they ask about your kinks and you ask them to call you daddy

a/n: this is written with a fem reader in mind but is not strictly fem reader as no pronouns or anything is mentioned.

a/n: was this a request? nope tbh this was written for myself bc i’m sick and tired of seeing people call these men daddy so uh pls enjoy

word count: 2k

content: sub!monsta x, dom!reader, daddy kink obviously ajshdhs, minhyuk is kinda bratty? kinda??, lots of teasing and begging, mentions of consent and stuff

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son hyunwoo/shownu:

he falls silent. he doesn’t know what to say in the slightest. he worries that he might hurt your feelings or say something out of line, but it just stuns him, “you don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable with that, bear. your consent is just as important,” you say.

but see that’s half of what’s stunning him. he’s not exactly uncomfortable with that. shownu’s nature is pleasing you, he doesn’t mind filling any role or position for you, this was just a little more intense than that.

“you know what? just forget we had this conversation. i don’t want you to feel pressured, and it’s not a big deal, okay?” you say.

but the idea lingers in his head whether or not you want it to. as the days go by, his mind wanders, and while it may not exactly be what he’d be into, he’s not against doing it for you.

as you manhandle him a little bit, he says it softly, “ah, daddy-,” it’s even more embarrassing than he imagined, and his cheeks and ears are flushed and hot, but when he says it, softly under his breath, just whispering it out to test the waters, he sees your shock and then your small little smirk.

“now that i know what it sounds like to hear you say that, and what that does to me,” you say, sneaking your hands under his shirt and letting them wander, playing with his chest a bit, “i don’t think it’s a good idea to say that if you wanna make it out of this bedroom spotless and in one piece.”

he blushes even more, a little shy and hesitant, but he likes having this kind of effect on you, so that may not be the last time he says it. besides, who says he cares if he makes it out in one piece? and spotless? his neck and chest and thighs were too clean anyway.

lee hoseok/wonho:

it was in the middle of you riding him, his wrists bound above his head with a rope that made his skin look so pretty against it. he’s already cum once, but you’re not stopping until you do, and he’s trying to keep himself together. your hands roughly playing with his chest is overstimulating and he’s overwhelmed. he pleads for mercy aimlessly, almost thoughtlessly.

but then, “if you’re gonna beg, call me daddy,” you murmur. he’s not even sure he hears you right when you say it. he looks at you with wide eyes, and he assumed he did because of the way you act. he knows he could stop you at any time because you’re very clear on consent and it’s not like this was completely out of left field considering how you’re already always in charge in the bedroom. he was just stunned.

and while he’s a little bit stunned, he also won’t deny that it is a little bit hot.

so he does, “please, daddy, it’s so much- i- i can’t handle it.”

he sees your smile, with just a drop of sadism behind the curl of your lip, “just a little more, baby, i’m close. you make daddy feel so good,” he gets so excited by the praise that he attempts to stick it out, forever still the man that just wants to make you happy and please you.

he forgets about himself and his own body for a moment when he feels your body tense up around him and you hold onto his chest as you orgasm, using him to get the most out of it before you slow down to a halt.

your heavy breathes and sweet nothings whispered in his ear are heavenly.

lee minhyuk:

“really? you’re into that? i honestly thought it would be the other way around.”

taken aback, you ask, “really? what gave you that impression?”

“idk, you don’t have this aura of dominance, so i didn’t really assume that was your thing.”

“is that- is that okay with you?”

he gets closer, teasing in the way he wants to make you shy, “you seem pretty bashful for someone who just asked to be called daddy in the bedroom.”

“minhyuk-,”

he rolls his eyes, obviously trying to get a rise out of you, “come on, i don’t even know if you have it in you.”

and something about his careless, taunting tone sets something off inside you, like he was challenging you. but it’s a challenge you take on when you approach him. your touch is softer, lighter than he imagined. he thought you would be lit aflame with a need to prove yourself to him. but you lean in to press a kiss on his neck and your wandering hands settle on his hips.

you’re gentle with him initially, yet he melts a little bit when one hand tightens and another begins to unbutton his shirt, giving your mouth access to his chest.

you push him onto the couch, straddling him and using a hand to hold both of his arms above his head, when you pull back, he looks dazed and needy, all those teasing smirks having faded off his features, “why are you so affected? i thought i didn’t even have it in me,” you say with a smirk this time.

he breathes heavily, “y/n- please-”

“oh please, that’s not my name anymore, min.”

yoo kihyun:

“you want me to what?!” his voice is randomly high pitched, loud, almost like he’s nervous or scared.

despite that anxious feeling you’re feeling too, you try to stay calm, “i understand if you’re uncomfortable by it, but you asked about my kinks, kihyun.”

“yeah i know- i just- i wasn’t expecting that- really? you’re not messing with me? that’s really what you want?” he looks exasperated.

“yes. i really want you to call me daddy.”

he goes silent, trying to comprehend in his head what the hell was going on and what he was going to do and why the more he thinks about it, the less vehemently against it he becomes. and he had spent the entire relationship making it clear that he cared about what you wanted (because he does) and it’s not like… he hates the idea of it, but it’s just so out there to him that he can’t even fathom or imagine it.

he asks for a few days just to think about it, and though the awkwardness lingers in the air, by the fourth day, it seems like you had mostly forgotten about it or at least it didn’t seem to be on your mind. he spends those days really thinking, trying to imagine what it would be like, why you would even want that.

but the next time you’re together alone, your hands and lips are on him and he experimentally says it, “daddy, please.”

the whiny, begging voice, coupled with the word, leave you stunned. you pull back with wide eyes, and he felt so embarrassed and shameful with your eyes on him like that, but then you pulled him back into you and kissed him with a certain kind of feverish desperation that made his knees weak.

chae hyungwon:

his reaction is oddly pretty calm. he asked about what you were into, and you told him. maybe he was expect something a little different, but to be honest, he knew you liked to be in control, and he usually just went along with it. he didn’t mind it especially because you always made sure you both felt good and that was all that matters. that and he kinda likes being told what to do.

so it doesn’t exactly surprise him, especially when you add, “but only in a sexual context! i don’t need you to say it all the time.”

“good because there’s no way in hell i’m calling you daddy in front of my friends,” he can see the thoughts behind your eyes wanting to take up that challenge, but he decides to ignore it, “as far as they’re concerned, i’m daddy.”

“sure, wonnie. sure,” you say dismissively, before looking back at him, “are you actually okay with it though? i know it’s… weird.”

“it wasn’t what i was expecting, but if that’s what you want, then i’ll do it.”

and as soon as you’ve got him under you, with kisses and marks trailing down his neck and chest, leaving him helplessly turned on and horny, he says it so naturally, you wonder if he even thought to do it. but whether or not he’s doing this solely for you, or because he might have found it a little hot, is between him and himself, “ahh, daddy, please- be gentle with me- i have a photoshoot in the morning- oh my god that feels so good please daddy don’t stop-”

lee jooheon:

he likes the idea of it when you mention it, he just gets kinda shy, “do you- do you really want me to call you that?”

you come closer, holding his hand and rubbing your thumb against it in a comforting manner, “yeah, i really like the idea of it. if you’re not completely against it, i’d be really happy if we could try it.”

“it’s not… the worst thing you could have told me you were into,” he laughs as your hand starts to massage his thigh instead, “we can try it. i'll tell you if we need to stop, but i think it’ll be okay.”

“good, i’m glad you’re reacting this way, honey,” you murmur as you kiss him, and he smiles, which, even if it makes the kiss a little awkward, is really cute, “sweetheart,” you whisper as you pull away, “can you say it? i just wanna hear you say it.”

your hands wander his skin nervously, he can tell you’re worried about him being uncomfortable, “ahh, d-daddy, please touch me more,” he whines, and he’s never been more compelling before, but somehow the use of that word really makes you want to give in and give him anything he wants, “please touch me.”

your hand falls a little lower upon his request, and he groans lightly, pulling you a little closer, “you’re perfect, baby, so pretty.”

“ahh, please,” he huffs, clearly growing shy with the praise, but it’s obvious he really likes it, so you touch him more and whisper sweet words into his ear with a kiss, “oh- oh my- daddy- please i-”

“you’re so cute, sweetie pie, especially when you’re feeling good, you look so pretty and content. it’s my favorite sight,” you say adoringly, looking at him with the biggest heart eyes.

“wow, i didn’t expect to like this this much but-“ he whispers, “-i kinda love it.”

im changkyun/i.m:

he doesn’t react much when you say it, making you wonder if he was uncomfortable or not into it, but in any case, you assume it’s going to be forgotten in a few days and there would be nothing to worry about.

until he’s trying to get you to play with him and you’re trying to work. he can’t deny that he gets horny easily and you’re right there! he tries to tease in an way he can think possible, but to no avail. you’re still just sitting there, typing away on your laptop.

“just another thirty minutes, and then im all yours, baby,” you murmur to him, and he pouts subconsciously out of frustration.

he gets an idea, and i’m sure you know what it is.

“alright, you’re busy and i respect that. i guess i’ll just leave you be and go play by myself, daddy,” he giggles when you look over at him for the first time in this encounter and then he walks away.

as he sits on the bed in your bedroom, he awaits the sound of your footsteps, knowing he’s won. the door opens, and you walk in too casually, enough to make him suspicious, until he’s pulled onto your lap with your lips on his shoulder. your hands sneak under his hoodie, and his hands brace himself on your shoulders for stability, “ah- y/n-”

“baby, i did not set aside my work that’s due tomorrow morning to come fuck your brains out just for you to call me that,” he shivers, so incredibly turned on, “try again.”

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