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caps fan here!

as follower of pld (the few, the proud, the courageous!), i was wondering if you had any thoughts about how he might fit in with our team, assuming he's going to be 1C with Ovi on the left and one of Wilson or Mangiapane on the right, and basically taking the former Kuznetsov/Backstrom spot on the halfwall on PP1. my thinking is that he can easily return to being a 60 point player just by the increase in ice time alone this coming season, and maybe even flirt with 70 if he has a triggerman like big O on his wing.

as someone who knows a hell of a lot more about PLD than i do, is that just wishful thinking because i'm a caps fan? what do you think?

The PLD Post, Part 2: mask-OFF

Hii!! (we are SO brave and SO correct). i am so sorry this took ages to answer, i was trying to decide how serious to be. I will admit, I was hesitant about going mask-off and hitting up the microstats and revealing that i do seriously think he can be better than he was bc that shit is kinda lame ESPECIALLY when defending a clear failhorse. but at this point any rep i have as someone with good opinions must be gone considering how many media scapegoats i've attached myself to (i got a fucking. c.gauthier ask the other day aslkjdkljas) so. mask is coming off. we've hit somewhere between well-considered manifesto and vibe check so . um. enjoy!!

I remain optimistic going from everything I've heard and from what you're saying here! But, big big asterisk. He absolutely needs to take ownership of his lack of engagement. when he speaks in media availability I believe him when he says he wants to change. The will to change is there, idk if it’s possible that any player would be satisfied with their performance being the way his was. There’s a lot that needs to be unpacked about his lack of production, the Character Issues, and what his role might look like going forward. You and any other Caps fan who reads this will have to tell me if the fit is right. Hockey talk below the cut lol!!

So before I start I have to say I know dick all about the Caps except:

You're dragging that old man (Ovechkin) to Gretzky's lawn (record) to set it on fire (break it before he retires)

Everyone is pining away for your very very injured 1C who is also Ovechkin's boybestfriend/perfect set-up guy/work wife

There's. intricate pre-game rituals?

So I'm not sure I can speak to how he will fit with your (our? i AM picking the Caps up fr given every acquisition/draft pick they've made) team with any depth or specificity. also i don't think i'd call myself a PLD expert. like. i just got here !! I haven't been following him since he was drafted or anything!! I have, however, consumed TOO MANY Kings games this past season and I can give you a broad look at what actually happened with them and why I think it didn't work out. I will not be making any overtures about being unbiased. My biases WILL slip through because I think Dubois is a sweetheart and I find the mental exercise of defending him fun <3 I’ll give you stats and observations and I will build a story that runs counter to what the prevailing media narratives say. While I stand by my opinions, they're also just one of many available interpretations of what happened.

character concerns

Everyone will be bringing it up at the first speed bump of the season, the first bad game he has. Please be prepared to have a crisis of faith and also be deeply disappointed in him. god knows I am, like, all the time <3 But... I always want to dig deeper when it comes to dominant narratives, because in following multiple teams I’ve become acutely aware of just how miserably Bad media can be at reporting on teams that aren’t their own.

I hear “Locker room cancer” accusations bandied about and I’ve yet to see anyone produce a primary source for this — podcasters, journalists, even people on nhl broadcasts will throw these words around so casually, assuming they’re correct because everyone knows the story. Some confounding factors in the character narratives arise when you scratch the surface. People who've worked with him speak well enough of him. Todd McLellan called him “misunderstood”, and had nothing bad to say about his character.

Matt Roy, who also just got picked up by the Caps, has recently said he’s a great teammate. MORE proof if you want to hear it directly, Roy went on Dropping The Gloves and had this to say about Dubois (transcript by me):

[on what actually happened] Honestly, I don’t know. I mean if you asked him he would say he had a down year. But it’s nothing like — I feel like the media paints this picture of him, and to me it couldn’t be further from the truth, you know. He’s a great teammate, he’s a great locker room guy, he gets along with everybody. So, in terms of all that I don’t know where the media is getting all this stuff. If I hated the guy I probably wouldn’t have come to Washington. He’s one of my friends on the team and I really think he’s going to have a bounce back year. I think he’s really going to be good for the team.

Matt Roy signed with the Caps of his own free will as an RD, a contested free agent in a sparse market, knowing Dubois was already here. He could’ve gone to plenty of different places. Why the hell would Roy sign here long-term, clearly wanting to play and win, if Dubois was as disliked as some pundits would have us believe??? Credible reports (and not just speculation) point to PLD’s other teammates liking him!! 

And here’s some propaganda; I direct you to this extremely sweet video where he gets asked about assisting on Akil Thomas' first NHL goal (and a bunch of other first NHL goals). He is so, so genuinely happy for Akil, who battled through injuries that set back his development for years. Just LOOK at his smile!! He can’t hold it back. (Others have said this but it looks like a little v. Like :> !!!! HELLO !!)

How does all of this happen when, supposedly, he’s a low-character asshole and a “locker room cancer”? It doesn’t line up for me.

On the other hand, I have seen Dubois cruise. He really can’t seem to bounce back from a poor start, and if you were just looking from the outside in, the scoresheet this year reflects this. The critique is fair; I’ve turned this over in my head enough times. there are less physically gifted, less skilled players, who are working so hard to stay in this league, and Dubois’ poor showing does feel somewhat like, idk, something I’d be mad about usually.

Here comes the “but”. Call this next bit the narrative section, because I’m showing my ass here: I think Dubois gets a lot of scrutiny because of his infamous Shift, which went a specific kind of viral, under the exact right conditions, and it has just. defined his career. And okay… I am not denying that the shift happened, but plenty of guys in this league have taken shifts off. come on. the season is long and they're only human. I’m not excusing it either! It was bad and he deserved his benching. Ideally, he one day becomes a player who always puts effort in. Working hard is one of my favourite traits in any player, and usually this would be enough for me to dismiss him as not worth being invested in.

and yet…. the reactions to his floundering performance feel so much like they’re about expectations as seen through the lens of The Shift. They’re calibrated differently because he went 3rd overall, and he's got this big body, the speed, the skill — it's the fact that he's got the tools and seemingly squanders them. All of this is amplified by the contract he's sitting on and his run of short-term stays on teams. Does he get this much scrutiny if he went in the 2nd or 3rd round? Does he catch this much heat for his low energy performance if that one shift clip hadn’t done all that damage? We’ll never know obviously but . I do wonder.

Final word on the character stuff is that we don’t know what truly went on in those locker rooms and i don't want to give more air time to baseless speculation. What we can examine is the hockey. The hockey tells the truth <3

the 23-24 la kings

Assuming the plan is to give PLD a look at 1/2C while he’s on the Caps, I think he’s a complementary type of player. The way he is right now, I don't think he can drive his own line or pull people up. He works with the calibre of lineys he's got and will produce the expected outcome. That sounds so obvious, but what I’m saying is I don’t think he’s capable of miracles like the best playmakers in the league, he's not about to make your guys look 15 years younger. In this vein, I look at his many first NHL goal assists as a symptom of what kind of linemates he was being paired with all season, and how unstable the situation was. His drop in point production IS more complicated than "he's just a piece of shit". From this article, the best summary I've seen of the Situation PLD was in:

LA acquired a player who had been a top-six center (and at times, winger) his entire career playing with established NHL talent. Yet after investing multiple assets to acquire Dubois and sign him to a significant contract, the team decided to put him in a third-line role where his most common linemate was a first-year NHL player who wasn’t expected to be on the roster in Alex Laferriere. Those two had a revolving door of wingers throughout the season. Moreover, Dubois’ most common on-ice teammates after Laferriere at 5-on-5 this season were Matt Roy and Andreas Englund. Gee, I wonder why he didn’t produce?

Context about Roy and Englund: Roy is a quiet but capable d-man who is defensively geared with a bit of offensive upside (j'adore. does things the right way and is very responsible and good. will throw hits but doesn't chase them or headhunt. I think playing away from the Kings’ more passive system will unlock more of his offensive potential. Matt Roy you will be SO good for the Caps I truly believe mwah mwah); and Englund is a leg weight/goon who, going by every single stat I can pull out, makes his d-partners Worse (with affection <3). Point here is neither of them being on the ice was particularly conducive to a lot of scoring chances.

As I said in my previous post, I think Dubois absolutely needs finishers. At some point there was hype around his shot but I didn't see much of that at all on lak? Eye test says: he was unwilling to shoot, and when he did shoot it felt like there was low/no commitment, no power behind it. Comments on his shooting called him “too deferential” at different turns. That’s just an insulting way to say a guy likes to pass and I truly think it circles back to the expectations thing. Would there be anything wrong with him not being much of a shooter this past season if he was another player? (Can't we just say he passed a lot this season without bringing value judgement into it? leave my failhorse ALONE!!!! like must a man score goals ,can't he be very very sweet and happy for the rookies he assisted ? wailing about it forever.)

More fun stats from that same article:

#1 on lak for passes that led to high-danger scoring chances, and scoring chances in general <- again, not a miracle worker. did not have finishers who could capitalise on these chances. its so fucked up what they did to my failwife

one of the best on lak in actually carrying the puck into the o-zone. (another reason i quite liked watching him!! transition forwards my BELOVED) everything I've ever observed about him off the cuff holds true here: he draws penalties this way, because he's fast and when he's locked in he is pretty good for controlled zone entries <3

Dubois had a career high in even-strength assists per 60, this is all in spite of his weird linemate situation and his reduced TOI and the power play mess (more on this later). he might have been deferring, but I truly think the lack of stability + good finishers, and ice time held him back from being more productive.

jim hiller

Building off that last point: even worse on the stability front, which I did allude to in the initial PLD Post, was what happened when Jim Hiller took over. You must understand one of the first clues that we were working with a different animal of a head coach is he was NOT afraid to line shuffle, and shortly after he found short-term success with that, they started running 11 forwards and 7 defensemen (you can see where it started precisely if you scroll back in lak lb because you'll find ME yelling about it LMAO). This shortened forward bench resulted in mid-game line shuffling, as in it was uncertain as to who they would be playing with from shift to shift. Hiller is on record saying he thinks it was beneficial, per this article:

It’s all about getting his deep forward corps engaged in the game. That’s sometimes difficult if you’re running four full lines and there are penalty kill or power play opportunities that alter the flow of the lines. Especially for the group of forwards who don’t kill penalties – think Kevin Fiala, Viktor Arvidsson, Quinton Byfield, Pierre-Luc Dubois – it’s an opportunity to get them extra shifts and engage in the game. “Some of our other players who don’t penalty kill, you know they can lose the flow of the game, so they enjoy it more I know,” Hiller said of having 11 forwards in action. “We’ve talked about it a lot. We really just think for our team, the way it is right now, that gives us an advantage getting those players more ice time.”

(and ok sorry to go off about my gripes with how the kings are run but .They were doing this into playoffs. This article was written during playoffs. god. CARL GRUNDSTROM, WHO HAS NEVER NOT PLAYED HARD, PLAYED 25 SECONDS IN GAME 2. all this while they were trying to get people 'engaged'. Idk. Maybe it did work for some players. I wasn’t behind that bench. But sitting one of your most energetic and committed forwards during a series in which you’re trying to come back from being down several games was a CHOICE!!!! also like what if you didn't double-shift QB. what then. And we all know how that series ended. lak coaching/management i am beating you with a pillowcase stuffed with bricks . <3)

Much was made of the Hiller takeover. I liked it at the time. In his first couple of media availabilities post-TM, Hiller emphasised bringing back "fun" to the game for many of the players who were slumping — and a reportedly tense locker room during the big skid that lost McLellan his job. It was all very Ted Lasso of him. Hiller also introduced a new way to rate Dubois for his performance every night, separate from the scoresheet. I made jokes about PLD's very special star-chart, everyone who knew about it was making jokes about it. This merit system was tailored towards communicating with Dubois what he did and didn't do well, and while no one ever went into depth about it we do know a few things:

It measured things outside of +/-, goals and assists, and was likely a score out of 5 per metric.

One of the metrics was about hits/physicality, another one was likely ‘compete’ levels.

He alluded to being measured on penalties drawn?? Or something??

Anyway it sort of … worked?? The change in Dubois was pretty immediate, the moment he was given some clear direction to work in. He played some of his BEST games of the year in the wake of this change. He got involved physically, he was not losing steam, he was drawing tons of penalties because he’s huge and fast and has good hands and IF he puts his mind to it he can truly be a transition monster.

CUE THE LINE SHUFFLING… imo, much of the progress made seemed to be lost, and the rest is history.

NOT saying Dubois is free of fault here. Needing that extra motivation to get physically involved is kinda wild, and I understand why for some people it’s a bridge too far. EYE am here for the laffs though and it's really funny that the communication came in the form of super special individualised performance evaluations/a glorified sticker chart. This is why he’s my temperamental desert flower. Wilting violet. Soggy kitten. <3 and for the record I truly don’t think I’d care if he put up 40 points per szn for the rest of his career. I don’t care because he’s a sweetie and the Bit i do when defending him is too funny. I don’t think I’d care if everyone was right about him — I just don’t actually think they are.

the power play problem

So okay, as per part 1 (my last email <3) we know Dubois thrives net front. It’s where he scored a bunch of his goals on the Jets. Every stat and the eye test supports this. So how come Lak had him stationed on the half wall doing jackshit, if he was on the power play at all?? I will admit I drove myself half crazy studying power play structures and watching LA Kings games back before coming up with a garbled, half-formed idea about how LA runs their PP. I was going to attempt to explain it here — had to do with Kevin Fiala and Dubois being lefties and how that's just an awkward passing sitch — but it turns out more than one person has had this thought and MAN I love being validated by actual hockey people. I fully thought i was making shit up in my head for a good week or two, and was seriously considering scrapping this portion . but it’s SO important for contextualising the production drop, so here goes !!

As early as September 2023 there was a story published about PLD’s role on PP1 — a place where he certainly should’ve belonged as a top-6 guy with plenty of ppg’s under his belt. From this article, which explains the issue very very neatly, and much more eloquently than I could ever hope to:

The addition of Pierre-Luc Dubois was a big one this summer; at first glance, he should be a great addition to the power play. But when digging deeper, the Kings might struggle to fit him onto the top unit. Dubois played mostly as the net front player for the Winnipeg Jets last season, the role Gabriel Vilardi often played for the Kings last season. So, it’s an easy one-to-one switch in that spot, right? Not necessarily. Dubois has all the talents to be an effective net-front player. He has the size and strength to battle in front, with the skill to effectively pop down low and create chances. However, his handedness is a big problem for this role. The Kings run their power play primarily on the left side with Kevin Fiala — Anze Kopitar when Fiala is hurt — which necessitates a right shot down low. When a right shot player pops out on the left side, there’s an easy passing angle for the half-wall player and more options for the player down low. Quick passing is key for a successful power and a left-shot can’t move the puck quick enough down low. They would have to either move too far into the corner or take the extra second to step out from and open up their body to create an effective passing angle. Time that would slow the power play down too much and allow the opposition penalty kill to get back into position. There’s also minimal shot threat from a lefty down low. We saw both Vilardi and Viktor Arvidsson frequently take the pass down low and quickly turn it into a shooting opportunity, something a left shot wouldn’t be able to do.

It then goes on to suggest 2 solutions that aren’t appealing at all:

Flip the power play entirely to accommodate Dubois net front. Not great as they dont have the players for that, and if they tried it they’d be hamstringing Adrian Kempe’s one-timer.

PLD on the bumper position. This one’s hard to swallow because that displaces Kopitar to PP2, there’s his position as captain and the optics of moving him off his spot.

In this article it is once again suggested that LA MUST flip their power play and figure out how to get PLD net front. In this article they point out how useless he was playing on the wall down the stretch, and how the only reason he seemed to be able to produce something was because he’d taken Kopitar’s spot in his absence. This article calls to attention Dubois’ worlds performance, where team Canada utilised him net front.

Big picture, the Fit

Do we see the problem here yet? It’s not the flat narrative I was sold by the national media, random assholes on twitter, and podcasters who don’t actually watch Kings matches!!!! Do we see how weird and messy and complicated it is, beyond “hey he’s just a sack of shit who isn’t trying hard enough”. Rob Blake himself has come out and admitted that they didn’t put Dubois in a position to succeed. And absolutely there was effort required on his end — a different player might have sucked it up and adapted to circumstances, a different player might never have needed that extra bit of communication, a straight up better player might have dragged his less skilled lineys up to a higher level. But the problem has always been two-fold: LA was trying to coach and manage a completely different player to the one they had in front of them and expecting good results; and Dubois was unable to keep competing with all he had in the face of that. I think both parties are at fault here. And I think, given the chance and the right circumstances, Dubois can hit 60 points again.

Okay, circling back to the big question of Fit. Will he be able to work with Ovechkin? Hard to think he could fail with one of hockey’s best goal scorers on his wing, if he does get a look at 1C. People who know the Caps better than I do, does this sound workable? Is Dubois going to be too difficult of a nut to crack for your coach? Your locker room?

And, of course, the power play issue. Maybe Dubois learns to be better on the half wall! Idk!! Maybe it was a matter of coaching and he thrives in Washington running your PP1 from there. For my money… I like him better playing net front or bumper. Do the Caps have the bodies to accommodate this? I did ask someone familiar with the Caps PP to explain it to me so I could try and figure this out but ouuuugh. My head is spinning. Someone smarter than me please jump in. I am TIRED . We don’t know what it will look like, what they’re planning to do with Dubois on the power play. You guys probably have a better idea about what’s possible than I do <3

Conclusion?

PLD is fast, big, a passing threat and a formidable net front presence when he’s given the opportunity and playing his A-game. As far as I can tell, his B-game is garbage </3 His poor performance is more complicated than people think and I’m pretty sure only the LA Kings beat reporters + the 12 kings fans on twitter know this. Most of them still dislike PLD anyway bc his low motor. I don’t blame them, I’m just more inclined to be forgiving because I love redemption arcs and I think he’s a good person. i would love to be wrong about his low-effort B-game LMAO but im trying to be realistic here. I want him to fit in and be embraced by the Caps so bad <3 Your coach sounds like he wants to help PLD succeed and is up for the challenge. The vibes from my friends who follow the Caps are always good, I’ve read through various tags and it sounds like a place that will take him in whether he likes it or not. I might be stupid but I believe in him !!! and I’ve laid out all the hockey bullshit for you to the best of my ability. Given all of this… do you think he’ll do well?

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ok i've decided i want to infodump about vee and nova a little after all! because uhh not only am i impatient because autism but i also. want to dip my toes into talking about this. just days ago i was still terrified but now i am Tentatively Brave... if i can talk about it here casually like this then i should be able to write a more formal summary later some other time

i've tagged this post appropriately (at least i think i have, feel free to suggest if i should add more) but also a heads up here too before i keep talking that while i'm not going into graphic detail on anything there are STRONG themes of organized sexual abuse of a child, sexual abuse of animals, and grooming! (there are no disturbing visuals in this post, just text)

IF YOU CAN'T READ THIS POST THAT'S OKAY I STILL LOVE U

takes a deep breath alright so the deal with these two. back all the way in 2021, i decided i wanted to make "vent ocs" as in i just wanted some concrete/consistent designs i could use in vent art drawings that weren't a direct reflection of what i envision myself to look like or whatever. i was going through a lot in 2021, in december 2020 i had just gotten my first big repressed memory back and my life was in a whirlwind of change and heavily increased PTSD and DID symptoms, so i was using art a lot as an outlet. in the end i settled on this drawing, based on the design taste i would have had as a young person (god the quality is so old now LOL i've improved a lot but anyway)

i was intending for these two to be just visual designs and nothing more than that but i got attached and actually ended up giving them a whole storyline and everything, which is something i admittedly hadn't done in a long time up to that point so that's cool.

the reason i preface explaining the premise of the storyline with this is because i think it's important to acknowledge that these two are intrinsically tied with my real life and the feelings i experience as a CSA/OA survivor. not because i think someone has to go through awful things to write or draw about them necessarily, but because i am passionate about expressing myself. it's important for me to be seen in some way, to be heard after years of silence. it is not safe for me mentally to share the exact details of my abuse online rn (and please don't ask for them!) but i also don't want these two to be removed from the message that i survived something and this is me making art about that in an abstracted and magical way with a fictional universe that brings me a lot of comfort. i hope this makes sense lol

oh and also with that in mind if you think for even a second any of this is a weird sex thing for me or some shit please stop reading this post and go do something else with your time. this is my trauma expression and i don't need to be compared to the people i was abused by when i was a literal toddler thank you!

AANYWAY so! premise! gonna be point blank with it! vee (not her original name but shh) is born as a normal 100% human girl, aka without the eevee ears and tail. she is groomed from a very young age (like, toddler age) and eventually abducted by her groomers which happen to be members of... well right now it's team rocket because i haven't spent the time to worldbuild a new villainous pokemon organization yet. roll with me here. she is taken to a remote facility out in the middle of fucking nowhere and is never returned to her previous life or family.

Why? well i'm glad you asked! the org is running a bunch of different experiments in this facility and one of them happens to be trying to enable humans reproducing with pokemon. this doubles as both a money thing and a power thing. they seek out a child as the victim of these horrible experiments because children are easily malleable. way easier to control a child than an adult who already has a firm identity/self.

vee is the child they chose. surgery is forcibly done on her to give her working eevee ears and tail, and also like, fuck with her body chemistry and stuff. she's biologically part eevee now. yes this is bullshit pokemon magic science LMAO but she is kept in this facility and chronically sexually abused for a few years by pairing her with various mons and trying to get eggs to happen.

the experiment isn't working though so they hypothesize that giving her a dedicated partner, especially of the same evolutionary line, would help, and they raise nova from birth as an eevee to take on that role. eventually the two of them are paired together. despite the acts they are forced to commit on each other and the abuse they endure, they actually become inseparable very quickly cause like. they don't have anyone else. and also they just genuinely care about each other. additionally at this point nova has evolved into an espeon and has telepathic powers, so him and vee can communicate linguistically with each other, so you know that helps

generally my current focus of this story is in the early years, when vee is 12 and younger, before they start realizing that shit is fucked up and they need to escape (up until that hypothetical point they have been successfully groomed into believing everything happening to them was not abuse/was normal). i have left out a metric fuckton of detail here just to get across the basic premise. i am constantly exploring vee's psyche, nova's psyche, it's like an in depth exploration of the mind of an abused child in horrific circumstances and god it's cathartic. i love these two so fucking much

btw i guess this art has more context now huh haha after i infodumped off the plot to my sister they looked at this art again and was like. OHHH THIS IS EVEN MORE OMINOUS AND HARD TO LOOK AT WITH CONTEXT. AND I WAS LIKE YEAH!!!! YOU SEE THE VISION!!! THE SYMBOLISM!! ETC!!!!

uh yeah if you read this far thank you and i just wanna say i've been building up the courage to talk about these two for GENUINELY two years, it has been over 2 full years since that initial drawing, and i am nervous and jittery posting this but i do not want to die without having shared my work with the world and i'm willing to take the risks to get my voice out there. so you reading it is very much appreciated ur like my first step into being more confident as a survivor lol

oh and fwiw despite these guys being so correlated with my trauma it's not offensive to make headcanons or ask me questions about them or compliment darker art of them however you want, in fact i love that shit!! please i've been holding these guys back for two years i have so much to say that hasn't been said. as much as i am nervous i am EXCITED

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If you were kicked out of the cullens.. would you join the Denali? Or is eating people by yourself preferable to an eternity with Eleazar and being expected to woohoo unwilling humans

(Anon is referring to this post.)

My thoughts on the Denali.

No. God, no. I'd rather be on my own if them's the ropes.

Presumably, I wander around trying to improve my control, wanting someone to talk to and feeling miserable on my own but refusing to resort to the Denali and too proud to come crawling back to the Cullens. Knowing I likely wouldn't survive an encounter in the wild, I make a point to keep my distance from other vampires as well. Can't join the Volturi, I've spent too much time contemplating Aro's love life and relationship with his dead sister for that.

(Regarding the Cullens: it's not that I'm too proud. However, if things with them got to the point where they kicked me out, then... going back isn't going to be an option. Getting kicked out by them, having Carlisle give up on me and tell me to fuck off, would mean something so extreme happened that going back isn't an option and there would be no point in trying.)

A few years go by, I write a fuckton of fanfiction, watch every anime known to man, and my control gets better but my loneliness gets worse. Eventually I trust myself enough to enter human spaces, dropping by the library to read books or visiting a clothes store so I can wear actual clothes that fit.

And here's the trouble: I really am hopelessly lonely.

Humans fear me, yes, but I do exchange words with some from time to time, even for something so little as asking where to find my size in shoes.

These tidbits are the only social interaction I've had for years. (Animals, after all, flee at the very sight of me.)

I begin to feel strongly about these interactions. If it's the same librarian I ask about Christie novels every time I visit that particular library, I mourn when he has found the book I wanted because now the conversation is over. Just as I mourn the end of every other interaction I have, because exchanging words about the weather with someone who's instinctively afraid of me can't make a person less lonely.

But I increase my exposure to humans, because without that I have nothing. And if I have nothing, my resolve not to kill humans will crumble.

It gets worse, and however much I try to stop myself I start thinking of the humans I speak to as potential vampire companions. Not even just the humans I speak to, but humans who look particularly kind, or interesting, or- anything, really.

After all, isn't Carlisle perfectly happy being a vampire? Weren't Emmett, Esme, and Bella? Wouldn't I be, if I wasn't so damn lonely?

Being a vampire, doesn't have to be a bad thing at all, not if you're fit for it. And you will be free of age, disease, financial problems, free of everything.

There are humans, I know, who would prefer life as a vampire.

And if I can find one of these, ascertain to the best of my ability that vampirism would suit them, that they would follow my diet as well and stay with me...

That last bit is crucial, but the most difficult one. It requires, after all, that the human be one that likes me, that will choose to stay with me (all of these conditions do) and who will accept vampirism when it is offered, but I won't know what their choice is before I present it. At which point, the Volturi law would dictate they turn or die.

It's a catch-22, and there'd be no way to know for sure about a person anyway, plus I would be turning someone with the expectation they could fix my life. Obviously I'm being a bit silly, time to get off this train of thought and back to normal. Ahah. Ahahaha. (Me trying and failing to be casual about this).

I do not get back to normal.

Instead, what I do is... start vetting people, for lack of a better term. I start analysing everything they say and wondering to myself, how seriously did he mean it when he said he dreads his thirtieth? Did she say she's tired of everything because she's tired of everything, or was she just saying it?

I get lonelier.

I imagine it all comes to a head when I find a viable candidate.

Someone will inevitably seem like that perfect person, someone that I really like and would love to talk to all the time, someone who is moral and principled enough that I trust they would want to follow the diet, someone who doesn't have kids, no partner, perhaps not a lot of family or friends at all tying them to this life.

I've already memorised their routine, I know when they get off work, when they're alone, when no one would notice if they were snatched away in the dead of night.

I even have a long period of telling myself I'm not actually going to do this, ahaha, there are so many reasons not to after all. Heavy, convincing reasons such as "I shouldn't" and "but it's wrong, Vinelle. Dirty and bad and wrong".

These reasons become flimsier every time I tell them to myself.

In the end, I man myself up in a split second decision, and I go for it.

I have no doubt this goes terribly for me. Perhaps my companion stays with me and perhaps they even do the diet, but I took their humanity away so they could fix me, and that can never be the start of a healthy or happy relationship.

In the end I come crawling to Carlisle, "I went a little funny in the head out there in the desert, sir."

"Nonsense!" Carlisle says, "you didn't lose control once!"

Carlisle is truly proud of me, I exceeded his every expectation.

But there is still the question of the other Cullens hating my guts after whatever set of circumstances led to me being kicked out in the first place, and now that I've proven I won't kill people if I'm let on my own there's even less reason they should have to be stuck with me.

A vote is held, I lose the vote.

I end up wandering the world on my own again, and I eventually lose my companion as they either die or leave me. Vampire Vinelle goes a little more funny in the head this time.

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Okay I stumbled upon your blog and took the time to read your responses to those asks about interaction and comments and overall feedback and I get what you mean but also I think as writers we shouldn’t expect much from readers (much as in the comments you say you’d like to get) If you want those kind of comments very detailed about something on your story you could try beta readers (multiple). That way you’ll satisfy that need of comment and detailed feedback from more than just one person.

Fanfiction is not that serious for readers, unless it’s another writer who read your story and knows what it’s like to craft a story. Even then, not many writers read fanfiction (from what I’ve noticed) so you won’t get very detailed comments from someone who’s here for fun and not to study a story.

If you write just for the feedback I fear you’re posting on the wrong platform

"Fanfiction is not that serious for readers"

That is the problem. That is the problem.

Like I totally get if you read fics casually, it's a once and a while thing for you - then don't feel obligated to leave a comment. Cool. If you read fanfiction before you go to sleep and you are sleepy-eyed at 3am - you don't have to leave a comment. Go the fuck to sleep.

But if fanfiction is your main source of entertainment and you read 5 fics a day, 10 fics a day, 20 fics a day (or if you read 100k fics often) - if you go back and re-read fics, if you download fics - that is a serious hobby. Even if you don't write, even if you don't think that take it 'seriously' - that is a serious hobby. And don't you think that you should forge a relationship with the person or people who have provided you with all these amazing stories - find some way to thank them and especially - fuel their creative process?

Like this isn't a fucking trick. If you discuss fics with writers, it will fuel their creative process and make them wanna write more fics. IT'S NOT A TRAP. IT B E N E F I T S YOU AS A FIC READER.

But also, a huge chunk of the problem is that I get very passive-aggressive comments or comments that feel like the person talking to themselves (like they are writing a personal meme blog text post in my comments section) - and people don't realize that writing a comment on a fic means that it comes up in my notifications. And then I am forced to read it with my eyes.

People saying that they are going to hell for reading my fic, or that my fanfiction is 'gross and horrible' (morally), or complaining that it's incomplete when I have a clearly outlined post schedule, people bashing the entire x reader genre right in front of my very eyes, people calling my main character stupid - the list goes on.

The minute you act like fanfiction is a product to be consumed is the minute you let yourself forget that there is a real human being reading all of your comments - it's not a fucking robot that your comments are being sent to, it's not some big account that receives 1000s of comments a day and will never see what you wrote. A person is behind that fic.

Also, just in general, I am not begging for comments or an increase in (quality) comments on fanfiction for me specifically. I am trying to improve the environment for all fanfiction writers because readers don't take it seriously. (I am not asking people to treat this like a fucking courtroom or something, I am just asking people to realize that fanfic writers are human beings. Please.) Readers do not acknowledge that fanfiction is a labor of love that the writer has worked hard on - and more people need to fucking acknowledge that, flat out.

I have made this comparison before, but people act like fanfiction is a mass produced candy like M&Ms - something that is made by the millions in a factory that should be gobbled up quickly because it's so easy to make. When fanfiction is a hand-pulled taffy - an art that takes years to perfect, and should be appreciated - the final product, and the process.

Yeah, I could get what I want or need out of a beta reader (though, imo, beta readers exist to critique fanfiction while it is still in the process of being written, and I am asking for a bit of feedback and interaction on fics that are already finished and polished as a little mental crumb of a treat for all the work I have done) - but that is like saying that if I want comments to change, I should just stop posting my fics and only send them to 3 or 4 people privately in DMs instead. Which is something I could do. But when I do that, it's when I have truly given up on the fanfiction community as a whole.

(And I'm not asking for 'detailed' feedback. I am just asking for one sentence that isn't passive aggressive and is about the plot of the fic. One sentence <3)

[halucygeno]

Mental health vent: on being neurodivergent, Kokobot and counterproductive “help”

So, I recently looked up the #Depression tag and was immediately messaged by Kokobot, Tumblr’s officially partnered mental health counselling provider. In typical late-capitalist fashion, it was absolutely atrocious at its job, and not-so-secretly a scheme to harvest people’s user data. User @viridianriver​ made a fantastic post where they summarise the issue better than I ever could, give it a read:

https://www.tumblr.com/viridianriver/722834494910038016/kokobot-the-airbnb-owned-tech-startup-data?source=share

Highly unethical shit and revolting all around. Whoever from Tumblr staff decided this was a good idea should be fuckin’ ashamed of themselves.

But this saccharine, performatively gentle parasite of a bot made me reflect on some of the ways people in real life have failed me when I’ve brought up my mental health problems. Aside from the struggle of finding a therapist who understands my style of thinking and the type of guidance I need (I’ve been through 4 different ones), I’ve often ran into an invisible wall when openly speaking to friends and family.

I’ve been meaning to write something like this for a while, and Kokobot gave me the push to articulate some of my observations - about what is helpful, what isn’t helpful, and some general patterns in how people have addressed my mental illness.

Anyway, here’s my honest advice:

[DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional. This is just an opinion based on my personal experience. Take everything I say with a tablespoon of salt.]

Seek out other people who have struggled with the same (or similar) problems as you. These are the people who are best equipped to empathise with you and see things from your perspective. I know it may sound impossible at first, but you gotta try.  

If your school / university has a counselling service, see if they run any support groups. If not, check to see if there’s something hosted independently by students or local organisations. You preferably want to talk to someone you can trust, like a family member, friend or close colleague. If there is absolutely nobody in your real-life environment you can turn to, then confiding in a stranger online is a “good enough” substitute. Obviously, maintain a good level of caution when speaking to anyone you don’t know - don’t reveal identifying information like photos, names or addresses. If your problems involve something very specific or personal, use analogies and fake names.

The reason I put emphasis on contacting others who have gone through similar issues is that people without that perspective, even if well-intentioned, can actually worsen the situation with their attempts to help.

For example, if you speak openly about your suicidal thoughts (even if you make it very clear that it’s only casual suicidal ideation, with no clear “plan” or strong compulsion to actually do it), people may panic and call emergency services, which can lead to you having to spend half an hour explaining to confused cops and medics: “no, I’m fine, I’m not about to kill or injure yourself, the caller misunderstood me, no, I don’t need a Diazepam injection, no, I don’t want to see a physician...” and so on.

Trying to open up to people who lack the proper perspective will, ironically, increase your frustration and isolation as they adopt an overprotective, patronising attitude. Your negative thoughts will be treated as aberrant and pathological (even if they are well articulated and backed with arguments), and therefore quickly dismissed as “the illness talking”. The condition will basically be used to discredit your autonomy of beliefs, and you will be pressured to adopt the standard, “healthy” attitudes and desires.

Paradoxically, while acting as if your mental illness has completely taken over your thoughts, they will also heavily underestimate its severity and treat it as an issue of “willpower”. You may hear suggestions for things like mindfulness exercises, breathing techniques, meditation, a healthier diet, homeopathic treatments, etc. While these may help in some cases (especially eating healthy), they completely ignore the fact that people on the spectrum or with attention disorders may be straight-up neurologically incapable of focusing on some of these these tasks. (This is anecdotal, but I have attempted about a dozen guided meditations + yoga, and each time it feels like being put in a straightjacket while some pretentious twat tries to gaslight me about what I’m feeling to the tune of the most annoying, cliche “relaxation” music imaginable. It’s impossible to feel anything other than frustration.)

The worst part about this is that these very deliberate displays of “care” and “sympathy” usually dehumanise you by refusing to meet you where you’re at and discuss things on your own terms.

If you’re feeling depressed because of socio-political issues like climate change, racism, economic exploitation and inequality, instead of helping you channel your frustration into action - telling you how to network with local activists, offering to read political theory with you, etc. - they will view the social concern itself as the issue and nudge you towards supressing it (saying things like “focus on your own life, then worry about politics”). Instead of trying to politically empower you, they want you to surrdener to disempowering political apathy.

If you’re feeling depressed due to difficulties with an academic or personal project, you’ll hear vague non-advice like “be kind to yourself” and “don’t push yourself too hard”, with zero actual interest in learning about the specifics of what you’re struggling with. If you’re a writer, for example, these people won’t bother to read your work, and if you ask them to give you some feedback on a draft, they’ll agree before procrastinating it into oblivion.

And don’t even get me started if your sadness stems from philosophical reflections. Most people are extremely illiterate in even conversational-level philosophy, making constant appeals to anecdotes, mysticism and “common sense”. It’s often a struggle to get them to question something they take for granted, much less make them logically evaluate the coherency of a philosophical principle.

You get the point. People say they want to help, but they seemingly want to do that without making any commitments or getting to know anything difficult about you. They can be incredibly overbearing in terms of suggesting broad, overarching lifestyle changes, but when it comes to specific habits and behaviours you yourself want to change, where you could really use a bit of coaching or encouragement, they don’t even examine it.

I understand that the kind of help I’m asking for is incredibly labour intensive and difficult - especially if someone is struggling with a highly technical skill (in which case it may be downright impossible; how are you supposed to help a friend stuck on a programming task without being a programmer yourself)? But if these people are not willing to do that, then the least they can do is shut up with their patronising self-help platitudes. It feels more alienating and depressing to constantly hear stock responses like “it will get better” than just not talking about it at all.

So yeah, look for others who have gone through the same thing. Seek practical, actionable advice instead of vague, feel-good nonsense. Don’t bother talking to those who obtusely fail to understand your condition and condescend to you - it will just exhaust you.

Those are my two cents, and better mental health advice than anything Kokobot will ever give you. Peace.

[adultnudes]

Millions of casual love content creators out there

Effective marketing is crucial to success in the competitive world of casual love content creation. Building your network and reaching and engaging customers using online platforms like casual love requires a strategic approach. It takes time to prove yourself, so it took me almost six months to build loyalty here, but I promise it will pay off if you put in the effort.

Think about it. There are millions of casual love content creators out there. No matter what casual love platform you call home, you need to stand out from the crowd.

I hope to provide valuable insights and practical tips to help you navigate the complexities of marketing your services and build a loyal, casual love base.

Whether you're a seasoned professional or a beginner, understanding the different options on ATW to promote your work can make a big difference in your business results. Before we delve into loyalty,  you need to consider what you offer. Are you niche? Or are you competing in a crowded category? I'm not advocating that you step out of your comfort zone, but consider how to stand out.

Dash

Comprehending your prey audience is essential to practical marketing here. To successfully attract casual love, it's crucial to sincerely comprehend who your prey audience is and how and why they make their choices. This includes demographics, interests, preferences, and characteristics to help you effectively tailor your marketing efforts to reach and engage with your casual romance target... For example, If you're selling panties, would you hang a picture of them on a table or show yourself wearing them? Please mention the price. Please give a few details about the duration or scent to generate interest. Ask yourself: What do you want to see/read when you buy a product? How often and when do you post on your dashboard? I recommend using it when you are busy! In the UK, it is between 7 am-10 am, after 5 pm, and especially between 9 pm-11 pm.

News

By taking the time to understand your casual sex audience truly, you can create personalized and compelling messages that resonate with them, ultimately bringing more business to your service. Check out the casual sex currently online and the new casual sex. Plus, check out the casual sex who viewed your profile and liked your photos on your dashboard. 1High Quality Content

Quality is key in a saturated market. Invest in the right equipment, such as cameras and lighting, to ensure your content is visually appealing. Pay attention to details like sound and editing to deliver a professional product. Consistently producing high-quality content will help you gain and keep a loyal fanbase.

Trust

Let's call a spade a spade... there are a lot of sellers out there, and we're all looking for casual love! How do you choose casual love? They want to see if you can be trusted before they commit. How can they do that? Write a review!!! I can't stress enough how important it is to get good reviews here. It immediately shows other people that they trust you.

Engage in conversations. They will notice if you're trying to pressure them into buying. Of course, some want to come and go, but most want some relationship with you. This is the basis of loyal return. Sex love!

Ask her about her purchases. Many casual lovers tell me how they were ignored after making a purchase. Make them feel needed, memorable, and, most of all, appreciated.

Add value: You can increase the perceived value of your creations by offering something others don't have. This can lead to expanded sales and buyer allegiance. Example: Treats! Offer discounts and treats in return for casual love. If a casual seller buys a 5-minute video, I might give them 6 minutes. When a casual seller buys pants, I include a note with the perfume. Remember to put in more effort.

Build a community and network with other sellers. This society is a valuable help for feedback, engagement, and brand promotion. Other sellers are promoting me because I am, and casual lovers will see this as a sign of your authenticity.

Producing a strong accord with your prey audience helps you build trust and loyalty, translating into long-term success in this industry.

[brainlessship]

Lost in pixels: The story of how I started doing AI-art and my struggles

Crossposted from the platform Medium

The start of it all

Ever since I started my Twitter/X account in 2022 dedicated to AI-art I was not sure what the point was in even to make one. All I knew was that I had been greatly interested in the world of it and went on to share the art pieces on the platform.

Late 2022 and 2023

The first few weeks were fun until I discovered that the posts were not gaining much attention. It was enough to make me feel anxious about the future of the account… The niche interest was probably not something needed and sought after, and it showed when I went on and shared more and more art, no views or interactions for the stuff I shared. Fast-forward some months, and we have reached 2023, the year of despair. I felt the need to change something in the way I posted stuff. Variation was the thing I probably required so that perhaps more people can relate to the things I post. For example: Broaden the type of AI art that’s posted and what type of image creator is used.

So far I have used Novel AI, Midjourney, and DALL-E 3. I went with Novel AI until I discovered DALL-E 3 that creates much more consistent results with the prompts used to make an image. No more interest than before… Alas, I think it was expected since I was not posting anything else other than AI stuff along with some random retweets from accounts like NASA, casual art sharers, other fellow AI art enthusiasts, deep pondering anime quotes etc. In the end it was all the same, 150 to 200 views per post was the absolute maximum and the ratio of views and likes/retweets were bad, at most five likes. Awful consistency across posts was at hand and I had no idea what to do other than hope that if I keep posting at least weekly something would change�� I am talking about 2023 mainly since that was the first full year of posting stuff on Twitter/X.

Only thing that was positive about the whole 2023 on Twitter/X was the slowly increasing amount of followers, which is as of writing this 100-followers. I feel quite proud of that number if I am honest.

2024: Changing lanes

Entering 2024, I have become growingly disappointed in myself. It is clear that I failed to create a following and a way to attract people to interact with me and in the posts. The feeling of being aimless is a thing that I deeply dislike because I have sought to reach a level of being “noticed” and “discussed”. I am truly lost, and I don’t know what to do with my Twitter/X account. Even reaching 20 likes in one post would be awesome and would boost my motivation to keep the account going.

Blogging will help me?

Medium blogging platform is a chance for me to express myself in long format texts. Here I write about anything that makes me ponder and feel the need to talk about it. Writing’s not a thing that I am good at, but I’ll try my best to improve the skill. Commas are still difficult for me as a Finnish person where the punctuation rules are different, who knows if I’ll learn them at one point, right?

Anyway, Medium is, in short, a hub for my thoughts. If Twitter/X doesn't work to make me a bit more known, then I hope this kind of method will work. I absolutely do not know what’ll lie ahead of me in the future… Maybe more followers or not… That is the thing, there is nothing to aim for other than perhaps thinking that me posting my knotted and fuzzy views will help me in any way. Time is ticking, and I just keep on posting AI-art on Twitter/X and nothing happens… Only abyss remains. A place where I am, where I’ll probably stay as there is no route to use so that I’ll keep on improving and cumulating my skills of posting on social media. Sincerely, I want to be an influencer… Just a person that gets noticed for his uniqueness and the way he thinks.

Not seen, only mirrored away: A poem of despair, made with AI

Ending, ending of thoughts and actions,

hopeful for things that are thrown away like the rubbish that was left into a bin.

Mornings are not there for the unseen, only for shining stars.

Moments were only shared for vibrant birds in the digital realm.

Rough edges of destiny loom, closing in fast.

Unattainable dreams are only above me, in an unreachable way.

I have truly failed.

Testing new waters

Going forward, I will most certainly need to change the way I post on X. Only sharing AI-art and retweeting is not enough at all, and I must get more creative with the way I communicate. That will help with things, certainly, since people seek a person that stands out with her/his way of interacting with people. But who knows? Maybe starting this blog was the correct move after all because it shows how I talk, act, and look at things. That is seriously important since it can be the key to people’s minds.

I can only hope that this year will be fair and life-changing for me.

[blogswithamelia]

BCM114 Week 6 - Digital Artefact Progress #1

Following the pitch, the feedback for my idea for the Digital Artefact was mostly positive. My classmates found the idea of posting themed movie reviews every day interesting, however some people thought it could turn out to be too risky as it is a lot of work to do everyday. Despite that, since I started posting I have been very consistent with watching, editing and posting the film reviews to Instagram.

I find it relaxing to come home from uni or work everyday and get to watch a different movie for my assignment. It is also very satisfying to create the spreads on Picsart, and I’m happy with how they turn out in the end. So far, my favourite spreads I’ve made would have to be either the Ella Enchanted or Miss Peregrines Home For Peculiar Children posts made for Fantasy Fridays. Fantasy Friday is probably my favourite day to post, as I am absolutely obsessed with the fantasy genre.

Despite how relaxing it is, I have been finding it a little hard to manage my time between uni, work and posting. A lot of movies, especially the Fantasy Friday and Spooky Saturday ones are 2 hours long, and the spreads take around 30 minutes to an hour for me to make depending on how much I add to it. This means I have to put aside at least 3 hours a day to watch the movies which gets really hard since I usually watch them after uni, so I normally do it before bed, causing a lot of late nights. Because of this, some of my posts do not look very nice as they are rushed before I go to sleep at night.

This could be a factor in why my engagement is so low, as I have a lot of people visiting my profile but only 2 or 3 interact with my post, so my account does not have much reach yet. When I tweeted about this problem, a classmate of mine suggested I start following other similar movie review accounts and interact with them in order to get my account noticed more. I will try this in the next following weeks and hopefully my reach increases a bit.

The process of developing my project has been very complicated, the feedback I have received on my work so far has been very useful. It has invited me to take advantage of human-centred design thinking techniques. I have been encouraged to think critically and refine my approach in order to evolve my project into success.

I think that by creating a unique platform that promotes many genres of cinema as well as the creativity of editing the spreads around the review is very important. It allows fellow movie-watchers to get different recommendations on what to watch, as well as them seeing aesthetically pleasing posts. The ideas for my project are continuously changing, and I am excited to experiment with different things.

In the upcoming weeks, I will also be collaborating with another student who is also doing film reviews, which I think will help benefit the both of us. We have been casually providing one another with feedback on each of our posts which is very useful. Working together allows us to give each other ideas and suggestions on how to improve. Together we can both engage stronger with the film review community.

I am very excited to continue with this project and I hope it will help me grow and think more creatively. So far my progress has made me proud, and I am excited to see where it all goes from here.

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By the way, here is a link to one of my tweets where I talk about a very interesting TikTok "trend" that happened where they literally gaslit the internet into believing a fake movie was real!

[eddiernunson]

Eddie | Trapped | Part 3

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 9.1k

Contains: Smut <3, oral (f & m receiving), heavy making out, mutual pining, thick tension. Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

Authors note: Last one didn’t get very much attention but I try not to let that get to me. I don’t write smut very often but I do read it. So i hope you enjoy. Eddie Munson owns my ass, unfortunately. Just ask my best friend.

If you asked Eddie Munson where he thought he’d be in 24 hours, 24 hours ago, he would’ve said probably messing around with his trailer. He couldn’t have predicted you’d there with him, standing awkwardly by the door. “Uh, sorry it’s a bit messy,” he says, hastily picking up garbage and putting dishes in the sink. “Maid took the week off,” he joked, met with silence.

“It’s fine,” you say, sliding your hands in your back pockets. “You should see my room. A complete mess.”

After Eddie throws the garbage out he rubs his hands, as if washing them dry. He puts his hands on his hips, wondering what his plan was when he invited you over. He glances back at his room, tempted to lead you there but decides against it and turns to his living room couch. A movie will do, he supposed.

“So, you want to watch a movie?” he asks, pointing to his television and the couch right in front of it.

You looked to where he was pointing, thumbs fidgeting while they dangled out of your pockets. “Yeah, sure, what movie?” To the left side of his 20-inch screen TV, you saw a pile of VHS tapes. You walked to them, crouching down to sift through them. It wasn’t until right now that Eddie noticed how well your jeans fit your ass, admiring momentarily. Holy shit.

He licks his lips, turning away from your well fit jeans to grab some snacks. “Do you want popcorn?” he asks, wandering into the kitchen.

You were overthinking on a decision between Back to the Future or Friday the 13th. Did Eddie mind cheesy comedies? You weren’t the biggest fan of slasher films, but it might’ve given you the chance to get close. “Yes please.” You hesitate before asking. “Melt some butter on it?”

Eddie peaks his head out comedically, his hair a moment behind his sporadic movements. “Butter without popcorn? I’m not an actual cult leader you know.”

You smile, hiding how ecstatic you were feeling. “Are you feeling slasher or scifi?” You stand up, holding the two finals you picked.

Eddie looks from where he’s cooking the stove popcorn over his shoulder to assess your picks. “Hmmm,” he says, simultaneously adjusting the air pop bag. “Good picks, Y/n. I think we should go with Back to the Future.” Eddie picks decidedly.

You look to the movie in your left hand, surprised. “I thought you would go for the horror flick,” you say, not complaining. You look around for the remote, setting down both movies on the coffee table.

He peaks his head back around, paying more attention as the air pop bag increased in size. “I am,” he pauses, concentrating, “but I figured you wouldn’t be.” The popping was getting louder, and you were thankful he was focusing on that so you could smile like an idiot alone in the living room.

You manage to turn on the tv and VCR, realizing it wasn’t all that different from the one in your parents’ living room. Shit. It was round 9, you should give your mom a call. “Hey Eddie, can I use your phone?” Eddie turned off the stove, the popcorn done. While the popcorn was cooling off, he reaches for his landline on a post between the kitchen and living room.

“Here, sweetheart,” he says absentmindedly. He didn’t even realize he hasn’t called you any pet names yet, the name slipping out. For the whole day at school he has done his best to keep it in, not trying to scare you off. Yet this, just rolled off the tongue.

However, you noticed the nickname, the casual way he says it throwing you for a loop. You licked your lips, the name and his dark tone repeating over and over in your head. Sweetheart. You grab it out of his hand, purposely brushing his fingers against his. “Thanks.” You dial your mom, realizing you’d need an alibi if this went on for too long.

“Hello, Y/l/n residence” Your mom answers.

“Hi, mom,” you start. “I just wanted to let you know I might be spending the night over at the Wheelers. Nancy and I are watching some Michael J. Fox movies.”

Eddie, overhearing this, peaks back out from the kitchen. He gives you a look as if to say I’m not the goddamn Wheelers, you little liar.

“Oh, sweetheart I was just was about to call over there. Your car is still in the driveway, do you need a ride home tomorrow?” her voice was sweet, unassuming. Almost made you feel guilty for the fib. You knew however if you had told the truth about staying at a boy’s house, you’d be requested home immediately and never hear the end of it.

You glance at Eddie, not wanting to assume, but you also didn’t think he’s the type of guy to make a girl walk home. “No, I have a ride home thanks. See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow, darling. Have a fun night.” She hangs up first, and you passed the phone back to Eddie, who looked impressed.

“Do you need a ride to the Wheelers, then?” Eddie asked, joking.

You squinted your eyes at him, silently asking him to shut up. “No, it was an alibi so my mother wouldn’t kill me for being at a boy’s house.”

Eddie tucked back into the kitchen, pouring the melted butter he made onto the bowl of popcorn. You heard him pop into the fridge and grab something, before rounding the corner back into the living room and plopping himself onto the couch. “Cola?” he hands it out to you, the bright red colour reflected in his rings.

You accept it willingly, giving him a big smile. You press play with the remote, settling it onto the table in front of you. You look around, still no lights on in his trailer. “Thanks. Um, no lights?”

“Do-did you want lights on?” he asks, sitting up frantically to turn them on before you could answer.

You shake your head no, grabbing him by the vest and yanking him back down. “No, it’s fine, just…different.”

You settle into the other corner of the couch, suddenly afraid to even touch him. As the first scene of Back to the Future comes on, Marty waking up late with a phone call from Doc, Eddie interrupts your thoughts. “Different how?”

You forgot what he was asking about, your comment now in the back of your mind. “Hmm?” You ask, reaching into the popcorn.

“You said the lights off was different. How?”

You turn your face towards him, seeing his face already towards yours with the movie reflected in his eyes. You gulped; glad he couldn’t see the visible movement of your neck. “I mean, it’s different from the fluorescent lighting and a tad closer than across a cafeteria.”

He kept his eyes on yours, you thought that for half a second his eyes went down to your lips. You faced forward; sure you had just pictured it. No way he wanted to kiss you. You were just lightheaded from the entire situation. You popped your can of cola open and took a big sip, realizing you’ve barely eaten since after school.

Eddie had no comment to offer back, finally taking his eyes off you as you open the can. He was debating on leaning in to finally kiss you when you moved your head back towards where the movie was playing. Maybe he was misreading this entire situation. He reached for the bowl in between the both of you needing to keep himself from going crazy and becoming antsy.

It was the scene where Marty’s mom was going on about improper ladies and how she and Marty’s dad, George had met. You had already scooched a bit closer to where he was sitting next you, unaware of the smaller distance between the two of you. “Isn’t it weird how normal Marty seems compared to his family?” You ask quietly, the sound of Eddie munching on popcorn.

You looked to him, waiting for a response. “I mean, I think this movie is weird to begin with, Marty basically almost sleeps with his mom.” Eddie says, shrugging to you.

You laughed, tilting your head. “If you don’t like it, why do you own it?”

“My uncle and I both buy random movies to watch together. Kind of how we manage to bond.” Eddie says with a soft smile on his face. “We both found this movie to be weird.”

He looks back at you, keeping eye contact as you set your pop back down on the coffee table. You find your thumb floating back into your mouth, butterflies starting to flutter. As you and Eddie kept your eyes off the movie and on each other, you could feel the tension building up in the room. The lights from the movie were the only light source available, the sharp blue dark contrast as Marty met Doc in a mall parking lot. You put your arm on the back of the couch, feeling a different fabric than the one you had felt before. A blanket. You grabbed at it, feeling cold and hot all at the same time.

You held the blanket in front of him, silently asking if he wanted to share. He hesitated, his eyes searching you for a moment. He grabbed half of it from you and scooched closer, closing most of the distance between the both of you. For Eddie to sit comfortably, his shoulder’s a bit too broad to stay sat shoulder to shoulder, his arm went behind you a little bit, but not around you.

“Is this too much?” He asks, sounding nervous. “I can move further away, I just didn’t want to spend the entire movie hunching.”

You strain your neck to look back up at him, wanting to see his face. It was closer than anticipated. You were close, scary close. You could see stubble. You could see a freckle by his ear you’ve never been able to see before. “It’s fine,” you whisper, noting goosebumps on his skin after.

A moment passes, both of you still tense, neither one of you relaxing into essentially what could’ve been cuddling. You want to kiss him so bad at the moment, his lips glistening after licking them in the reflection of the light. You could hear his heavy breathing, feeling yours start to synchronize. “Hey, Eddie,” you say softly, voice so low you weren’t even sure you said anything.

You see his Adam’s apple bob up and down, your mouth was watering from the sight alone. What if you just..leaned in and- “Yeah?” he asks, moving his face so it was looking down at yours.

Now you were face to face, switching glances between his eyes and lips. “C-can I-“You stutter, cursing yourself. Say it now or never. “Can I kiss you?” it comes out fast, and almost rushed, wanting to get though the potential of him ripping away from you as fast as possible.

You brace for it, expecting it. You hear a sharp inhale of his breath, and suddenly his hand is going up to caress the nape of your neck. “Please.”

Upon hearing the small but definite confirmation, you move instantaneously. You use your hand and do something you’ve been aching to do for 24 hours since seeing him up close in Family Video. You lift it to his face, placing some number of your fingers into his hair. You glance between his eyes, a smile on your face starting to form subconsciously. Holy shit, this was happening.

You almost hoped he would be the one to close the gap after half a moment, too nervous to make the jump. After he didn’t, you lean into him, finally placing your lips on his.

As you leaned in, he helped close it, his lips closed and unsure. You pet his cheek with your thumb, letting him know he could relax into it. Eddie seemed to have received the message, his entire body relaxing into you. After a few seconds of a still kiss, you realize that this might’ve been Eddie’s first kiss. You remembered your first kiss, the awkwardness of it, the lack of confidence.

With that realization, you started to guide him, tilting your head to deepen it. Eddie followed your lead, tilting his head as well, almost as if his body caught up with his brain, he took control. You felt his ringed hands on your hips, both of them lifting you onto his lap so you were straddling him. The sudden movement causing your breath to hitch. You opened your mouth wider, allowing the kiss to become more frantic and needy. “Mmph,” you heard from Eddie, him moaning in the back of his throat. Holy shit, you almost asked him to repeat it, wanting to hear nothing but that for the rest of your life.

You allow your tongue to tentatively swipe against his mouth, asking for permission. He grants you immediately, his ringed hand digging into to your hip. The hand on your other hip slid underneath your shirt and made direct contact with your back, causing a small whimper to escape your throat. You lifted your hips, barely resisting to thrust into his lap. Instead you lifted up your ass so he had to lift his neck to kiss you, grabbing at the nape of his neck while you felt his hands move up and down your back.

Finally, you broke from the kiss, starting to kiss down his jawline and to his neck, lightly nipping. You could feel him holding something in, his hands grabbing at your shirt. You went back up to his lips, grabbing his face and giving a last kiss, this one short and sweet, having this feeling in your cunt starting to stir. You didn’t want to be too much for him, too fast.

You sat back, your hands still framing his face. He took a second to open his eyes to you, dazed and heavy lidded. You licked your lips, taking in his state. You started petting his hair, moving the few strands out of his face. You waited patiently as he came back down to earth, keeping him company as he relaxed himself. “Hi,” you whisper, leaning in to put your forehead against is.

“Fuck,” he responds, breathing heavily.

You giggle, hoping his response meant that he had enjoyed himself. “Was that ok?” Eddie doesn’t say anything in response, just nods his head vigorously. “More than ok,” his voice says, deeper than you’ve ever heard it.

Eddie grabs you, yanking you into his arms. You happily accept, still straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. You hesitate to ask what you want to, not wanting to offend him. “Eddie?” You ask, listening to the movie playing in the background.

“Yes princess?” He says softly, you can hear the smile in his voice. You pause, what if it wasn’t? What if he was offended enough to where he forces you off his lap and out? “Use your words.” He says, noting your hesitation.

“Was that your first kiss?” you ask quietly and back up enough to see his face.

Eddie says nothing, his expression unreadable. He rests his hand on your shoulder. He tucks his lips inward. “Was it that obvious?” He finally says, his voice small, and his eyes now avoiding your own.

You sigh, feeling bad for asking already. “Everyone starts off.. unsure on their first kiss. I just wanted to ask because I didn’t know if you’ve ever…done anything before.” You say it delicately. You knew there wasn’t many speculations around the gossip channels to Eddie’s love life, there were rumours but you never bothered with them.

Eddie looks down in-between the two of you, his thumbs gently rubbing up and down your torso. “No, I haven’t.” He looks to the TV screen for a second then looks to you, looking shy as you’ve ever seen him. “You know, I haven’t really had the opportunity to, no one really wants to be with the freak. Or be seen with the freak.” He says, the words barely coming out of his mouth.

Your heart basically breaks at this, finally being able to kiss him when you want to, and now you want to. You grab his face, kissing him harder than you did before, putting your tongue into his mouth without any moments pause. “Mmh-“You heard Eddie start before cutting himself off.

You stop, letting your hips rest completely on his lap. “Ed,” you say to be encouraging. “you can moan. It’s how I know you’re enjoying yourself. C’mon, show me. How are you feeling?” At your first attempt at a boyfriend in 8th grade, you were embarrassingly shy when it came down to this. At this moment, you were forgetting how to be shy, the only thought on your mind was to make sure Eddie felt like he could be open with you.

You kiss him hard and wet again, this time biting his lip. He bit back a moan again, making you annoyed yet mischievous. Okay, if he wants to play that. You grab him by the hair against his scalp, pulling. It was easier than you had expected considering how long it was. As you pull a second time, you let your hips do something you’ve been aching for in your cunt, feeling soaked already with juices flowing and creating a wet patch on your crotch. You grind your hips down hard, feeling a bulge in Eddie’s jeans. You knew it would backfire as this affected you too, but for the moment you just wanted to let Eddie know he can let go.  The combination of your wet and teeth filled kisses, you pulling his hair and the heat of your pussy finally convinced him to let go of a moan, broken and loud. “Fuck, Y/n! Oh, that felt so good.”

You laugh quietly, lifting your hips off is lap to continue kissing him without grinding, not wanting to rush too much onto him. “See that’s better, Ed.” You whisper, pulling away and looking at his flushing face. It felt damn good to not be the shy and nervous one for once. “Do you need to calm down? Is this too much?”

Eddie gulped staring up at the ceiling instead of you. “I think I need to cool down” You were about to sit down again, until he stops by grabbing you by the ass. “Whoa, there. Stay up. Unless you want to feel my…problem.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you already felt it, so you said “Ok, got it.” You gave him a kiss before leaving off is lap and right next to him, keeping your legs over his lap.

You leaned into the back of the couch, tilting your head to look at him. Eddie was looking right back, arms resting on your legs with his furthest hand caressing your calf. His other hand was high on your thigh, thumb just absentmindedly swaying in-between your legs. As he continues your legs start to tense up, the feeling of your cunt getting wetter as he accidentally teases you. “Eddie,” you start, closing your eyes and fidgeting at the touch.

“Hhm?” Eddie says, sitting up slightly.

“Please,” you swallow a whimper, “please move your hand down a bit. Its-“ you cut off, his thumb stopping right between your thighs, an inch away from where your legs meet in the middle. “Shit.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, realizing what you meant. He lowers has hand from as high on your leg as it was, giving you a chance to relax completely. When you let your legs go limp, they land on his lap, where his boner was currently straining against his jeans. “C-can I keep doing it?”

You lift your head back up to see his face, swearing that what you think he had just said wasn’t real. “What?” Eddie, more swiftly than you were expecting, moved so his legs were lying along yours, and was now laying on top of you.

“Let me,” he says, putting his hand back to where it was before, “let me take care of you.” He leans in for a kiss before you could reply, the kiss wet and needy. You happily accept his kiss, seeing as your mind went dizzy to how Eddie had suddenly taken control of you so easily.

You pause, reaching up to grab at his face. “Ed-“you stutter, breathing heavily. “You don’t have to. I really don’t mind if all we do is-“Eddie leans down to kiss you again, interrupting you. He starts moving away from your lips, keeping his lips on you anyway. He moves down your jawline and to your neck, lapping eagerly. He makes a pitstop at your collarbone, using his teeth, sucking on a specific spot hard.

“God, you are beautiful.” He mutters against your skin. He may have been new, but he learned fast.

“Mmh-“ you whine underneath him, your legs tensing right up as your hips buckle up involuntarily. While his wonderous tongue was working at your collarbone, you felt his hand continue to tease on your thigh. Suddenly it was too much and all you wanted was friction. “Please,” you beg him, feeling your neck vibrate as he chuckles lowly. “Please touch me.”

“Shit,” you hear him say in your neck, his breath unsteady.

You offer to help him, looking between his face and the buckle of your jeans with your hands ready to unfasten. He nods, licking his lips with a dangerous look in his eyes. Something you would’ve killed to be the receiving end of yesterday. You rip off your jeans with a small amount of struggle, the way it hugged your ass just right causing a slight delay in removal. With kicking off your jeans, came the blanket, too. The popcorn, the pop, and the movie all forgotten.

He could see you in your panties now, a pair you wore tonight thinking you were delusional. He was now laying slightly on top of you, his hand and forearm hovering around where your bottom half was mostly exposed. “I-I” Eddie stutters, not sure where to start.

Your perverted mind couldn’t help but think just how hot this all was, offering to guide Eddie Munson on how to get you off. It just made you even wetter. “Here.” You grab two of his fingers where his hand was lingering on your thigh, and pressed them lightly onto your thinly covered folds. That alone makes you whimper, the contact being an almost immediate release. “Apply light- hah- pressure. Up and down.”

“Fuck you’re really wet,” he comments, moving his fingers as you had instructed. His fingers are nimble from the years of playing guitar, which also meant he was a fast learner.

“Mm, yeah that’s good.” You say, breathing getting faster as your stomach starts to tense up. “Means I really wanted-ah- you.” As he continues working you, you feel your legs open up without delay.

Somehow, Eddie manages to find your clit without even asking. You knew it wasn’t that hard. You were too far gone to instruct him now, whining as he looks back and forth between the outline of your throbbing cunt and your squished up face. Eddie is using his two fingers to rub small circles, getting faster and faster as you whine more. “M-more, I need more.”

It was as if Eddie was waiting for permission, yanking your panties off without a second thought. He pauses once you’re exposed, staring between your legs like he’s seeing god for the first time. He licks his lips, a moth drawn to a flame has he gives you one long lap along the centre of your folds. “Oh fuck” you moan, expecting his finger and not his tongue. Your thighs start shaking uncontrollably from this alone. You heard Eddie chuckle, you looked down at him, his mouth already wet with your juices.

Finally after continuing to flick his tongue up and just drinking like a man starved, he inserts one finger into you, causing your hips to jerk up into him. “Oh sweetheart you’re so wet. You’re doing so well.” You weren’t sure where his talking was coming from, but it added the perfect amount of pleasure. “Look at you, just so needy.”

“M-make make a hook.” You tell him the trick, needing to know what’d he do once he knew the secret.

He makes a hook with his finger, immediately feeling a spongy area at the roof of the inside of you. You hold out your finger to him, signalling the internationally recognized signal for ‘c’mon’. He catches on impeccably fast, using the motion against your g-spot rapidly. “Ooh, just like that!” You cry out, not even caring how desperate you currently sound. He simultaneously leans back forward, sucking on your clit as your legs convulse and you become undone. The overwhelming pressure in your stomach was building, becoming too much. You could feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten a feeling you knew too well that meant you were about to go over the edge. You weren’t aware of it, but you were getting louder and louder, your moans more and more uninhibited. You were tightening up around his fingers, your pussy contracting.

“I’m gonna cum, Eddie.” You say, the edge just right there.

You feel light kisses on your thighs, the extra sensation sending you into a near frenzy. “Cum, for me sweetheart. Let me see you.”

His words send you over the edge, your orgasm hitting your body in waves. Your vison went completely white for a half a second, your thighs still shaking convulsively. You feel his fingers rubbing your hips, as his two fingers work you through your orgasm. Your fingers dig onto any skin of his you can reach, the feeling of skin-to-skin grounding you.

As you come down on the other side, you start to giggle, realizing Eddie’s eyes were focused on you. Suddenly, you start to feel almost embarrassed, closing your legs and your cheeks flushed.

You focus your eyes back on him, aware he’s still staring at you. “Hi,” you say, unable to prevent yourself from smiling.

Eddie isn’t smiling, his lips moist and his and his eyes still darkened. He gulps, his throat bobbing. “Fuck, princess.” He says, crawling up to you. He leans in to kiss you, a confidence in him that is making you wet again already. After interlocking your lips for a minute, not going anywhere in mind, he stops, forehead against yours. “That was literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He said, voice shaky. “Fuck, I could watch you finish for hours, princess.”

You move in to kiss him, reaching your hand down to palm him through his jeans. “Hmm. Would you mind if I returned the favour?” You whisper, leaning over to kiss his jaw.

“Y-y” Eddie says, stumbling over his words now. Not so brave, now, huh.

“Use your words,” you tease him with something he’s been telling you. You palm him harder, Eddie bucking his hips and moaning loudly in response.

“Please just fucking touch me,” he begs you, his head now in your neck.

You palm him harder, starting to feel the length of him. Fuck he felt long. “Maybe we should get off your couch?” You whisper, the feeling of the couch fabric against your ass suddenly over stimulating.

Eddie crawls off the couch, yanking your hand with him, and escorts you to his room. Once in the room he throws you onto his bed, outright shocking you. How strong was he? You lie on his bed, him crawling towards you after taking his shirt off. You reach your hands out to touch him, smoothing your hands down along his chest and down his arms, taking a stop at each tattoo. “Jesus, you’re smoking.”

You flip him onto his back before he kisses you, reminding him it was his turn. After you throwing him for a loop, you kiss him, urgently, and manically. You let go shortly after, starting to use your teeth to nibble along his chiselled jawline. You work on that until you can feel him getting impatient and you start to move further down, leaving sloppy kisses or bites along his chest. You stop at each tattoo, making them each the star of their own little show. As you keep going, Eddie is whimpering in the back of his throat, clearly enjoying coming undone underneath you.

Without warning you grip his cock through his jeans, nearly stroking him. Eddie lets out a moan, almost embarrassed right after by the look on his face. “Shh shh, I want to hear you.” You remind him, and start to unbuckle his jeans.

Now that his cock was no longer restricted you got a full glimpse of how long he was, the tent in his briefs. You crawl even further down so you were between his legs, at level with his crotch. You hold your dominant hand on the waist band, pulling twice to get Eddie’s attention. May I? You ask silently.

Eddie nods vigorously, his cheeks flushed and mouth open. Finally, you pull him out of his briefs, licking your lips as you take in the sight of his perfect cock for the first time. His poor bright red head looked like it really needed your attention. You pump him once or twice, rubbing your thumb on the slit. Eddie’s hips buck into your hand, that being the first time anyone else has really touched him.

You reached your other hand forward and onto his chest, forcing him to open his eyes. You then open your mouth around the head, sucking lightly and keeping eye contact. After a minute of him just losing his damn mind of the feeling your warm mouth around him, you start moving slowly, bobbing your head.

“Oh shit,” Eddie exclaims, the feeling of his hips raising ever so slightly. You continue to slide up and down, pausing momentarily to lick at a vein, chasing it as it wraps around his cock. You’re keeping eye contact with him as much as you can, eventually having to close your eyes due to your burning eyes.

For a moment you wonder how much of him you can take in your mouth, wrapping a hand round the base and putting as much of him as you can to the back of your throat. You do it unfortunately too hard, his dick hitting your gag reflex instantly. You get your mouth off him for a moment, nearly throwing up. “Shit, are you okay? Do we need to stop?”

You smile at Eddie, understanding this is very new to him. “No, Ed,” you say, doing your best to keep from laughing at him. “it’s okay. That actually happens a lot, some people are into that.” You climb up to him, offering a kiss. “I’m okay, I promise. I would like to continue if you don’t mind.”

Eddie smiled into your kiss, a breath telling you he was laughing. “If you keep continuing like you were you won’t be going on very much longer.”

“As long as I get to make you feel good, Ed.” You see Eddie’s reaction to that, his eyes rolling back and hand going into your hair.

You stroke him a few times again, spreading his precum. More gently this time, you take his cock back into your mouth, deep as you could. Anything you couldn’t fit you wrapped your hand around the base, starting to bob your head again. You grabbed his hand in your hair with your free hand, silently asking him to tighten his grip in your hair. When he followed your request without hesitation, you instinctively moan around him as he uses the grip to start to fuck into your mouth. Sure, Fuck can be a bit of a harsh word to use but the way his hips were colliding with your face and his rings harsh against your scalp it was accurate.

His cock started twitching, you knew he was close. You doubled down on him the blowjob started getting sloppy as your spit was gathering at the base and your eyes started watering. You literally didn’t care. “Oh baby, fuck Y/n that feels so good” you hear him babble, switching between moans and spoken words. “Fuck keep taking it, princess I’m getting so close,” Underneath the palm of your hand you felt his stomach tighten, followed by the sound of a muffled moan. Shit he really needs to let himself go.

His warm cum filled your mouth, more than you were expecting. It feels heavenly as you swallow, the feeling of his thighs shaking beneath where you squatted. The salty taste was something you dreamt of at times, so you did your best to take every last drop. As you finished off with a faint pop sound, some cum dribbled down your chin. You looked at him, opening your mouth to show the little bit you haven’t yet swallowed and swallowed audibly.

Eddie met your stare with his mouth open, eyes half lidded and ringed hand on his forehead. “Holy shit, c’mere”

He yanked you to where he was laying, grabbing your face, and giving you a kiss. This kiss had a feeling of urgency behind it, like he needed to tell you how much that just meant to him. It was exactly what he had wanted to do, putting all his afterglow efforts into kissing your still cum-stained lips. You felt it, the emotion hitting you a wave that took your breath away.

You finally go connect your forehead to his, his sweaty bangs against yours. You put a hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartrate. You opened your eyes, seeing his brown ones already looking at you like you were a puzzle. “What?”

“Why?” It’s only one word, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“A girl doesn’t stare just because, Ed.” You say, feeling nervous. Making out and third base were one thing but confessing feelings was another ballpark. “I-I’ve liked you. For three years.”

You sit up, realizing he’s now completely naked and your top is still on. He follows suit, his eyes wide and completely speechless. You toss him his jeans, and a different shirt from the Hellfire Club one and run into the living room to where your jeans were discarded across the room from the couch. Well, shit.

You run back into his room after turning the lights on, seeing Eddie just as he was the night before, his elbows placed on his knees, wide eyes except no music. “C’mon.” You extend your hand out and your fingers easily interlock with his as you wonder back to the couch.

As you sit down with your legs interlocking seamlessly, Eddie finally speaks. “Three years?”

You nod sheepishly, rubbing his hand with your thumb. “I couldn’t help myself. I just found it impossible not to take a glance. Mesmerized.”

He sighs, his breath shuddering as he does. “Well. I didn’t realize I liked you until I came into Family Video yesterday.”

“Was that yesterday?” You ask, suddenly thinking it was last year. “Wow. You know I was so nervous I puked after you left.”

Eddie laughs, too loud if you had anything to say about it. “Awww, that’s adorable, sweetheart.” You feel your face warm up and use his hand to hit him in the chest. He laughs and falls over onto his side. He sits back up, his arm against his stomach as if it hurt from laughing. “No, I had no idea. I couldn’t get you off my mind. I went sort of crazy last night.”

“I went crazy this morning.”

He puts his arm around you, tugging you into his chest. “You looked unbelievably beautiful today, princess.” You relaxed into him, feeling like you fit perfectly. “Fucking took my breath away when you ran into class.”

You glanced to look at him, a thought occurring to you. “Eddie Munson, you have mouth on you!”

Eddie licked his lips, his face flushed. “It all just came out, man I don’t know what to tell you.” He huffs out a laugh. “It just felt right. Don’t tell me you’re complaining.”

“Don’t get me wrong. It was..” you pause, remembering the way he didn’t shut up in the best way, “perfect, but it just threw me for a loop at first. But please, keep doing that.”

The moment allows you to stay silent together, you suddenly feeling exhausted from only two hours of sleep and one emotional day. “Am I spending the night?” You ask, worried he might send you home.

“You better be. I need more time with you.” Eddie says, his voice sounding tired. “I do have one last question for you.”

You open one eye, the bright blue tv screen glaring in your tired eyes. “Hmm?” You ask, nearly falling asleep on him.  

He jerks his shoulder, forcing you to put your head up and look at him. “Will you go on a date with me tomorrow night?”

Your breath leaves your body, and you’re rendered speechless. You nod your head, not believing for a second that this is happening. You’re convinced now that this is a really good dream. Eddie smiles wide at you, and leads you to his bedroom again, turning off the tv in the process. You’re hit in the face with his tshirt, Eddie quietly offering a set of PJs so you don’t have to sleep in your jeans. You sleepily smile as you catch his shirt, taking a big inhale of just the smell of Eddie.

His shirt cascades over you perfectly, and you decide you’re going to steal this shirt. You flop onto his bed, your eyes closing before you land. The last thing you remember before falling asleep was the feeling of Eddie pulling you into his arms, and a kiss on the top of your head before falling blissfully asleep.

-

You woke up with your head on a pillow, and the sound of rummaging not too far from you. It took you one moment to remember where you were, some of last night’s events rushing back to you. Oh yeah. Hellfire club, ride in Eddie’s van, sitting in the dark watching a dumb movie, kissing in the dark, and- you sit up fast, the second half of last night hitting you like a freight train. Holy fuck. That wasn’t just a really elaborate dream?

You wonder into the main area of the trailer, seeing Eddie dressed, showered, and making breakfast. It was cereal and toast, but it still counted. “Hi,” you said, your heart beating out of your chest.

Eddie turns around, his damp hair shiny and one moment behind. “Morning sleepy head.” He says, kindness in his voice.

You rub your eyes. Are you really waking up to Eddie Munson making you breakfast? “Did I fall asleep on your couch?”

Eddie chuckles. He was light, his eyes bright and posture straighter than normal. “Nope. I did eat you on the couch, though.” Eddie says casually, giving you a wink.

Shit. It wasn’t a crazy inappropriate dream you had in the bed of your crush. It happened. “Oh. I’m going to use your phone.” Eddie tilted his head, curious.

You yanked the phone and ran into his bathroom, closing the door on the wire. You dialed Robin’s home number, something you’ve memorized weeks ago. Thank God she had her own line. “Please pick up,” you whispered, sat on the toilet.

“Hello?” you hear Robin, sounding like she just woke up. “Whoever is calling better have a damn good reason for calling at-“ a pause, “Geeze, 8 in the morning!”

You were quiet, unsure on what you wanted to say first. “I slept over at Eddie Munson’s house last night.” You settle on quietly, voice low so Eddie can’t hear you freaking out.

“Wait, Y/n?”

“Uh-huh”

“Wait, you SLEPT AT HIS TRAILER LAST NIGHT?” You winced as she yelled in your ear, eardrum nearly bursting. “Tell me everything. Please.” Robin sounded wide awake now, intent on knowing everything now.

You twisted your finger in the cord, feeling shy. “Um, well. We watched a movie. Then we made out-“

You heard Robin guffaw into the phone, bursting into giggles, “Whoa, whoa, whoa pause. You can’t just jump into that I need more!”

You sigh, thinking of the cord pulled across the hallway and into the bathroom. “I don’t have a lot of time but when I need to get ready for my date tonight I’ll tell you, ok?”

“You have a date tonight?” Robin asked, voice lower but still incredulous.

“Robin!” You say, putting your forehead into your hand. “No time!”

“Right, sorry.”

You take a deep breath. “Then, we did…more. Third base, more.” You tell her, feeling the embarrassment creeping up your cheeks.

“THIRD BASE???”

“I’ll tell you more, don’t tell Steve love you see you at work, bye!” You could hear her shouting on the phone as you run out of the bathroom to hang up the phone.

Eddie comes to where you are against the wall behind you, putting a bowl of cereal over your head, wrapping his arm around you at the same time. “Have fun gossiping?” He asked resting his head on your shoulder.

You turn around, now trapped between the wall and him. “Did you happen to hear any of that?” You ask, hoping for a no.

“Only bits and pieces. You slept at Eddie Munson’s, third base, the gist.”

You sigh, feeling embarrassed. Shit. Eddie chuckles lightly, bringing you into his arms. You relax instantly, resting your head on his chest. “Oops.” You feel the bowl on your arm, you peek into the bowl, feeling hungry. “Ooh, Lucky Charms. A man after my own heart.”

Eddie snorts, handing you the bowl and wandering off to the livingroom. “Saturday morning cartoons?” He asks, flipping from the VCR to the broadcast.

You crawl onto the couch next to him, letting your feet touch his leg ever so lightly as you dig into your breakfast, Eddie munching right next to you. “When did you want to go on that date?” You ask Eddie in between bites.

“You have anything to do today?” He asks, eyes still on the TV.

Shit. Work. “I work at 12.”

“Call in?” Eddie asks, his voice sounding hopeful.

You look at him apologetically, biting your lips. It was oh so tempting to call Steve to tell him you wouldn’t be in that day but it’s a Saturday, and you always gave him hell for skipping work after a date. You would never hear the end of it if you did the same. “I would but then I’d be a hypocrite. Plus, I promised a cute assignment partner that I would get at least a C, gotta work on that. Then I must get ready for a hot date, so I have busy day ahead of me.”

Eddie pushed you, unable to believe that you were this cute. “Well, I guess that means I’ll have to give you a ride home, then.” Eddie paused, giving you a look in his eye which made you knew he was up to something. “Unless you can’t get away!” In a fluid motion, Eddie set down his bowl and wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him. When you tried to get up, he held you firmly in place, his fingers interlocked in front of your stomach. You tried even harder, planting your feet on the ground and attempting to get up but with no luck. You barely moved an inch. “Are you even trying, sweetheart?” He asked, pity in his voice.

“As hard-“ you try again, “as I can.” You sigh, giving into your fate. “If I have to pee this is gonna be awkward.” Eddie laughed a puff silently beneath you, his fingers still interlocked. You lean back into him, resting your head back. As you lean you get hit with a whiff of just straight up Eddie, his scent intoxicating you. “I do need to shower when I get home.” You felt his grip loosen and you took the opportunity to turn around to face him. You lean in for a kiss, feeling Eddie’s delicate touch on your back. Your hand goes up to his jaw, holding it as you open your mouth just slightly. He happily kisses you back, eagerly returning it. He’s the one that finally cuts it short, kissing your forehead and looking elsewhere, he really doesn’t want you to go, pathetic as that sounds.

“Get dressed, I’ll give you a ride.” You saunter into his room where your clothes were waiting, the dread of going home to get ready for work settling in too fast. When you opened the door dressed (still in his shirt though), he offered you a wide grin, liking your outfit choice. “Just need my accessories and we’ll get going.” You didn’t realize it probably took so long for him to get ready in the morning. A chain on his jeans, bandana in his pocket, bracelet on his right arm, the occasional necklace…

Not to mention his rings. Just thinking of his rings reminded you how they felt against your scalp last night and in your hair. Try not to think about that, you reminded yourself, or we are going to be in for a long day.

Eddie finalized with a jean jacket over his leather jacket as always and interlocked his fingers with yours to escort you back to his van. You knew you were about to be driven home after an interesting night in his t-shirt, but you couldn’t help but notice how easily he just held your hand. As if it were the only obvious thing he could’ve done while walking you to his van.

As you sat in his van with the only sounds being his engine and the cassette it was currently playing. You weren’t sure what it was, but you liked it. You remembered the feeling you had while sat in his passenger seat the night before, your stomach swirling and your heart pounding. The feeling you had right now, butterflies, the beautiful kind, it felt much better.

You look over to him, drumming the steering wheel as he went. You really took in the way his hair was blowing in the wind with his window down, a smile on his face as he mouthed lyrics.

Oh god, you could get used to his.

-

After you leaned in for a last kiss and left his van, lingering for two seconds longer than you should have, you had a hot shower. It was a moment to finally think about the night before.

To really think because what the ever living hell was that? To recap in 24 (or so) hours you went from unable to sleep because of simply talking to him, waking up early to impress him, getting nervous at the idea of him catching you staring, Eddie talking to you first during first period, flirting across the cafeteria, talking for a whole period, then going to his trailer, then you made out with him, then you made goddamn third base with him.

You got out of your shower, feeling fresh but not wanting to get into work appropriate attire. You had desperately wanted to stay in his shirt.

You drove to work to start right on time, looking forward to telling Robin about your night. And yes, Steve will have to know, too.

You pulled up to work, the glaring lights of the store front unsettling in broad daylight. You opened the door with a ding dong, and before you could say a hello, your two co-workers swarm you at the door. They were both quiet, something you weren’t used to. Usually you ended up walking in on some inane conversation between the two of them but today, they were silent. It was creepy.

It dawned on you. “You told Steve, didn’t you?”

Steve laughed, telling you all you needed to know. You rolled your eyes, walking to the office to drop your shit off. Robin followed close behind rambling, “I had to! He was grilling me! You have never had to face Steve Harrington when he’s not included in on something. It kills him and it was killing me to hear about it.”

You set your stuff down, a small denim backpack with the essentials. Yes, lip gloss is an essential. “Robin, I’m literally never going to hear the end of this from him.” You say, pointing at Steve like he wasn’t right next to you.

“Damn right you aren’t!” Steve says, ignoring the fact that you are ignoring him. “Puking on Thursday from the thought of talking to him to third base on Friday? You’re my goddamn hero!”

You shook your head at him, side-eyeing him. “Gee, that was a flattering image of me.” You put your hair out of your way, purposely elbowing Steve as you walk past to the front counter. As you turn around to lean on the counter, you unexpectedly face them. They were still waiting on every detail. “I will tell. Be nice about it, won’t you?” You ask Steve. You’re serious about this.

“Ok. I’ll keep my commentary to myself.” You nod, satisfied by this. “Until I see Dustin,” he says, under his breath. Robin elbows him in the ribs, hard. “Ow!”

You thank Robin graciously and start the recount of your Friday.

The telling goes well, pausing at moments when the occasional customer comes in to return or to browse. Sometimes Steve would get completely sidetracked by a cute girl but it was nothing new. Talking about Friday at school was easy enough, remembering Eddie and your multiple encounters was just passing time at this point.

When you got to the part about Eddie’s trailer, however, your cheeks were burning.

“So, he takes you to his place, he’s making popcorn, you’re making questionable movie choices, what happens next?” Robin asks, happy you’re finally getting to the good part.

“We sat on his couch, I was too nervous to sit close so I sat far away, but as the movie continued I guess I inched closer and closer. Eddie eventually just closed the gap. I was so fucking nervous.”

“Who kissed who first?” Steve asked, arms folded across his chest, half watching the mid-afternoon movie.

“I kissed him.” You said, holding back a smile.

Steve looked at you, impressed. “Shit. I always thought Munson would make the first move.”

You shrugged. “He said he was just as nervous, who knows.”

“Ok so you kissed. Then?” Robin interjected, wanting more still.

“It turned out into full making out. Which, was great. Fantastic kisser. I crawled into his lap after I felt uncomfortable, and I realized we might be getting too worked up so I tried to be the responsible one.” You say, keeping an eye on the movie as well. “When we tried to cool down he put his hand on my thigh and I told him to stop because it was not helping. Then he surprised me by basically saying that he didn’t want me to cool down.”

You know you were editing him a little but telling the status of Eddie’s virginity wasn’t exactly yours to say. Besides they didn’t need to know everything.

“So what exactly did he do to you? Finger? Grind? Eat you out?” Steve asked, his voice sounding almost bored.

“Um 1 and 3.” You say, not wanting to utter those words at work.

Robin pushes you, excited for you and grossed out almost. “Damn, Y/n! Look at you go! So what did you do for him?”

You debated on how to say it without actually saying it. “I returned the favour. Except, you know, different plumbing.”

Robin and Steve shared a look, almost proud of you. “You need to teach me your ways. If you can go from white at the sight of him on Thursday afternoon to this on Friday, I can absolutely find a girlfriend.”  

You hold back your glare, gritting your teeth. You shoot a look at Robin. “Ow! Again!”

You sighed, and sat onto the counter. “Maybe you just suck at dating, ever think about that?” You ask, your voice harsh. “Steve please have some goddamn empathy.”

Steve’s eyes avoided yours for a moment. “Okay, okay. I’m just, genuinely impressed. I mean I knew he would ask you out, he would’ve been crazy not to. I was just expecting a blushing mess for the next two or three weeks, at least before either of you made any moves.” You smile at Steve, he knew how to be a sweetheart when he really wanted to.

A beat paused and Robin said, “Ok so you guys did all that, then what happened?”

You shrugged, kicking the counter. “Well we sat on the couch and talked for a bit before we both realized how tired we were. He gave me a t-shirt to wear, and we fell asleep.” You wondered off into space, thoughts of falling asleep with Eddies strong arms around you, his hair occasionally brushing against your face. “I woke up swearing I must’ve drifted off during the movie.”

Robin smirked at you. You met her eyes and bit back a smile. “Well, then. Sounds like you had fun. When is your date tonight?”

You hopped off the counter to take a look at the returns, figuring it was time to do something while you were at work. “At 7. Could you help me get ready so I don’t end up panicking?”

“Nah, I’m coming over so I can watch you panic.” Robin said, her hands on her hips as she hardly resists laughing when you glare at her. “Also you need to call Nance because I think you owe her a thank you. If it was up to me and Steve it would’ve been way less organized.”

Steve was passing behind you, carrying videos to stock. “Would’ve stuck you in a closet.”

You turned around to face Robin nodding. “And locked the door.”

You smiled at your co-workers, feeling lucky to have friends who care about you like they do. You ended up listening to Steve talk about the girl who came in this morning, her name Marcie and she was looking for a feel good movie for a girls’ night. As you continued working and recommending movies and just being stupid the one thought your mind kept going back to was Eddie and your date tonight.

You were so fucking excited that you ironically almost puked again. Which you were glad you didn’t because Steve would’ve never let you hear the end of it.

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[nydescynt]

I am begging people on this site to please consider why they use the word crippled/crippling for everything. It used to be a rarely used word, and it is now ubiquitous in posts on here.

If you look at Google word analytics, there is a notable increase in use of the word crippling during and after the election of Trump:

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Fucking memes.

Please consider why that is, how we all got so comfortable using a slur casually, and whether you could use literally Any Other Word that isn't a slur.

And yes, it is a slur. It has been used as a slur against disabled people for literally centuries- it originated more than 1,000 years ago as a word for physically disabled people, and very quickly became pejorative. If you can understand why r*tard is a slur, you can understand why you shouldn't say cripple or crippling or crippled.

Your anxiety or depression can be described as damaging or painful or limiting or upsetting or fucked up or destructive or draining or consuming. You do not need to use a slur to convey how much it hurts. And to those using it outside of mental health contexts: you really don't need to be using a slur to get your point across.

(Note that much like other slurs like queer, some disabled people are trying to reclaim cripple. Please use nuance and critical thinking.)

[ready-steady-freddie]

Beyond (Part four)

Robert Bob Floyd x original female character

Warnings: 18+! Explicit sexual acts, mentions of masturbation and adult language.

Word count: 3,2K

Notes: The layout for this is way off as I posted it from my phone. I will try to fix it once I have access to a laptop or tablet. Other than that, enjoy!

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FIVE | PART SIX

"Lily, get in here, please! I need your help!"

"You must be really desperate if you're calling on your slutty sister to help you get dressed." They stood quietly and looked at each other for a minute. "And you're not even going to argue against the whole 'slutty sister' thing?"

"I am desperate. Help me, please."

Lily stared at the mess on Kate's bedroom floor, kicking a few items of clothing aside.

"I forgot, where is he taking you?"

"I don't actually know. He said to dress classy-casual. I don't even know what that means!"

"Where is that dress you wore to Isabelle's wedding a few years ago?"

"The dark blue one?"

Lily nodded as Kate trawled through her wardrobe to find the specific dress. "And what are you wearing underneath?"

"Uhm .. Underwear."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Kate, seriously. You're acting like you've never met a man, been on a date or had sex before. You need some sexy underwear!"

Kate just looked lost. "Well, I am not particularly experienced in any of those categories."

"Look, some of us are expecting you to get laid tonight. I'm sure Bobby would appreciate if he was the one doing the laying and he would appreciate it even more if you showed him that you did all of this just for him."

"I am doing all of this just for him."

"But he doesn't know that, does he? Until he gets to see the part of you that only he gets to see. You in your underwear."

Kate sighed in frustration. She knew Lily was right. She was so nervous about their date and she had spent many hours doing something nice but not too complicated with her hair and she had put on makeup and it was almost 7pm and she was still dressed in her pyjamas. She pulled out the dress Lily had asked for. That would have to do. She did not have time to try on any more clothes and not make a decision.

"Kate, I found some underwear that matches your dress and I am honestly a little astounded that you even own a set like this." Lily giggled and threw the underwear on Kate's bed.

Kate glanced at it. She could not remember where or why she bought it. It was extremely impractical, more lace than actual fabric. It looked so itchy and Kate hated the idea of wearing it. She hesitated.

"I'm not saying you have to wear this. I'm just saying, you wanna impress this guy, right? Maybe even have sex with him."

Kate nodded.

"This will impress him."

Kate took a deep breath. "Okay, okay, okay. Get out of my room and I'll get dressed."

Kate had barely closed the clasp on her necklace when the doorbell rang. Her heart skipped a beat. He was here. And right on time. She panicked. She needed a drink to calm her nerves. But she did not have any alcohol at home and she had promised herself only one drink tonight at dinner and, even if she did have alcohol at home, she did not have time to mix a drink right now. She hurried to the door, eager to get there before Lily did. She buzzed Bob in and opened the door before steadying herself against the frame.

He was a sight for sore eyes as he walked up the stairs, a plethora of wild flowers in one hand. He had discarded his glasses for the evening and looked like he had not shaved in a couple of days. He was dressed classy-casual in the same outfit as last weekend with a nice jacket thrown over. Kate's breathing increased, her mouth went dry and her ears were filled with the pounding of her heart. She felt dizzy.

"You brought flowers? For me?" She looked them over and did not recognise many of them but the smell of lavender was unmistakable. Her eyes lit up when they found his and her smile widened.

"My grandma didn't raise a fool. She taught me that whenever you visit someone's home for the first time, you bring flowers or you bring a pie. I-I didn't have time to bake a pie."

"Thank you, Bob. They're beautiful."

A dash of pink came over his cheeks and ears. He breathed deeply and replied, "Not nearly as beautiful as you. You look breathtak-"

It would have been a very romantic moment, had Lily not showed up that very second and groaned, "Urgh, just go bone each other already."

Kate sent her a sharp look. "Lily, put these in a vase, please."

Lily took the flowers and gave Bob a nod.

"Bobby."

"Lily."

"You take good care of my sister, alright?"

"I will." He stuck out his hand for Kate to take. "Wanna get out of here?"

"More than anything."

He hoped his palms did not feel too sweaty as he led her to his car. He opened the car door and helped her inside. Still holding her hand, he eyed her up and down, making sure she noticed.

"You really look amazing, Kate."

"You do too, Bob."

They returned to the apartment building around midnight, taking a long stroll down by Mission Beach after dinner. There had been many moments of fingertips touching, bare feet caressing clothed calves, stolen looks across the table and a warm hand on a bare thigh on the car ride back to Kate's place, starting a fire in Kate's core every time they touched. Bob walked Kate to the front door. He circled her upper arm with one hand once the door was unlocked.

"Kate," he murmured. She turned to look up at him. He was so handsome and he probably did not even know it. His beautiful blue eyes and his cute, slightly lopsided mouth. His hand moved slowly from her arm to the side of her neck and her jaw, his thumb almost unnoticeably brushing against her cheek. She closed her eyes for a moment and savoured the feel of his rough fingers against her soft skin. Parting her lips slightly, she expected him to kiss her any second now.

Any second now …

Any. Second. Now.

It did not happen. She glanced up at him again. He stood frozen. Not like he was nervous or panicking but like he wanted to remember this very moment and not ruin it by moving a muscle.

Finally, he spoke. "I suppose this is the part of the evening where I'm forced to kiss you goodnight."

Kate closed her eyes briefly and chuckled. "Forced to? Would it be that bad?"

He shrugged with a relaxed smile. "I'm sure I could suffer through it."

"Me too."

Neither made the next move. Kate wanted to do something, anything. Her body called out for him, only him, and she could not and would not put all of this unexpressed pressure on him alone to move things along.

"Hey, do you, uh ... Do you want to come up for some more dessert? Or watch a movie or ...?"

"Yes. To all of it."

Kate's heart jumped a little again. She tried to hide her shaking hands by holding tight onto the strap of her bag. This was it. Bob had not run away after their date. He had even implied he would not mind kissing her. Kate felt lightheaded with the anticipation of what could possibly happen tonight.

Lily was seemingly not home. They occupied the sofa after filling a bowl each with ice cream. Kate turned the TV on and found an old favourite rom-com.

"Do you mind watching this?" she asked, almost apologetic.

"What? No way, I love Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan."

Kate's eyebrows flew up and then she giggled.

He added "I mean, yeah, the premise of the movie is kinda weird and he does have a slight stalker-feel to him. But it all ends well, so it's okay, right?"

They ate and watched the film in relative quiet, trying to get comfortable on the sofa but not really knowing how. They started off at opposite ends, nearing each other as the film progressed. It started with an innocent arm of Bob's on the sofa behind Kate's neck. It moved onto Kate resting her side against Bob's, his hand suddenly upon her upper arm, stroking languidly up and down. She then settled her head on his chest, one hand laying across his body, fingertips barely moving down his hip and thigh. It ended with Kate resting her head on a pillow in his lap as his fingers played around on her exposed shoulder, moving over and under the strap of her dress and her bra and across her collarbone and her shoulder blade.

Bob was getting heated. He could barely think a coherent thought with her head and pretty mouth so close to his crotch. He had absolutely no expectations of her mouth going anywhere near his dick this evening but he could hope. He sure could hope. He yearned to feel her close, much closer than they were in this moment. She looked so stunning in that dress which did all it could to show her curves. How he had been able to carry on a conversation for hours when all he could think about was getting her out of that dress was beyond him. But he was an expert multitasker. His spot in the jet required that of him.

The movie ended. She did not stir. He moved to glance down at her. Eyes closed, breathing slowly, she had fallen asleep under his touch. He smiled a little. She felt safe. From his position he could perhaps lift her up and carry her to her bed. It was not an easy feat. He had forgotten how difficult it was to carry another grown person around, especially when also having to open doors in the process.

He placed her gently on her bed and contemplated if he should take off her dress. He was sure it would be a nuisance to sleep in - but he also did not want her to feel disrespected or vulnerable. She looked so content, he could hardly bring himself to disturb her.

He pushed a lock of hair away from her face and said softly, "Kate, I've put you in your own bed. I'm gonna go now. Thank you for a great evening."

She finally stirred. Bob could not tell if she was awake or if she still had her eyes closed. She touched his arm and whispered, "Stay. Please."

He hesitated but not for long. He stripped down to his underwear, placing his dog tags on her dresser. Just before getting into bed, Kate mumbled, "Help me take my dress off, please."

His breath caught in his throat. Was it really going to happen now? He gingerly unzipped the back of the dress and moved the shoulder straps down. She was not much help in getting the dress off. He had to sort of wriggle the dress down over her chest and hips and legs. But he did it without tearing the dress or waking her. He gazed at her black underwear, enjoying how the lace scalloped and followed her curves. When she did not wake any further, he tucked her in and settled for the night on top of the duvet, trying to fall asleep with his hands behind his head, his desire for her almost unbearable. He sighed. She was right there next to him, soft and beautiful and tangible. Thinking about her as he jerked off at night - sometimes in the morning - in his quarters had brought a silly smirk to his face. She was even more soft and beautiful and tangible in the moonlight than he had imagined.

It was nearing dawn when Bob felt Kate's lips upon his own. He was not entirely sure at first that it was not a dream. They were warm, moist and gentle. Bob tenderly cupped her head as he woke, tangling his fingers in her hair, while she rested beside him, her upper body touching his. The lace fabric of her bra created a wonderful friction against his bare chest and tiny goosebumps appeared all over his skin. He sighed longingly into her mouth. She pulled back slightly with a tiny smile and half-closed eyes.

"I thought you would never kiss me," he whispered breathlessly.

"I didn't want to steal your thunder. In case you wanted to kiss me first."

"I should have."

"Just kiss me now."

His lips were on hers. Kate let out a surprised laugh when Bob grabbed her upper thighs and pulled her on top of him to straddle his hips as he sat upright. Bob grasped at any bare skin on Kate's body within reach. Moving his hands up and down her thighs, her hips, sides, chest, neck, arms, shoulders, her back, her behind. Every move she made against him made his cock harder and he felt he might be physically sick if he did not free it soon from the cotton constraints.

Kate leaned back slightly to unclasp her bra. She suddenly felt very self conscious under his tender gaze, stirring to put it back on.

"Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay?" Bob asked, supporting her position with two strong hands on her back. In the dim lighting his blue eyes looked almost black with desire. Kate saw something else there but she could not define it at that moment.

"I am okay." She was here with him, she trusted him and everything was right. She felt safe in his embrace. She let the bra slide off her shoulders onto the floor.

"You are so beautiful," Bob whispered in-between two soft kisses. Kate blushed a little, thankful that it was not too obvious in the early morning light. She grinded her bottom against his crotch as he placed kisses on her chest, moaning when his cock pressed onto her. This was actually happening. It sent a surge of excitement through Kate's entire body.

Kate pushed Bob onto his back, moved lazily down his chest and abdomen, occasionally kissing and nipping at him. She glanced up at him when she reached the waistband of his boxers. He was not looking at her, his eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched. She took a brief moment to look him over. Bob was exactly as gorgeous as she had imagined, something his uniform would never have revealed. She nuzzled his erection though the cotton and he moaned. It quivered and bounced back when she did it again.

“P-Please,” Bob mumbled.

She touched it fully with her hand, still outside his boxers. She whispered, “What do you want me to do?”

“Anything,” he pleaded.

Kate giggled softly. She had done this only a few times before. She was confident it would be alright. She tugged down his underwear and his manhood sprang free. She did not spend another second thinking, she immediately put her lips and one hand around it. Bob fisted the duvet with both hands as he bucked into her mouth. She only went slow to savour the sounds he made. She wanted to give him that sweet release but not just yet.

“Oh my god, Kate ..” he murmured after a while. Bob stirred under her and grabbed her hand with his own. He lifted his head slightly and looked at her. “I am so turned on by you. If you keep going like this, I’m going to finish in like a minute.”

She awaited his next move.

“Let’s save that for later.”

In a few swift moves he had Kate lying on her side and their lips met again. His cock poked her lower abdomen as he roughly pulled down her panties with one hand. He dragged her upper leg slightly forward so her knee rested on his thigh. Feeling in-between their bodies he found her soaking wet pussy and Kate's head rolled back when he stroked it. His hand came to his mouth and he tasted the finger that had been between her folds a moment ago. Bob moaned loudly and Kate stared mesmerised at him.

She moaned, “I want you now.”

"Shit, I don't have …" Bob panted. He glanced at the bedside table. “Condom?”

Kate nodded, glad she had been prepared. She picked out one that seemed fitting for him. He was quick to put it on and position himself between her legs. All of this felt so very, very right and when he looked down into her eyes with a slight smile Kate knew he felt the same.

Bob entered her gently. She could tell he tried to hold back and not move too fast. She had never before been more turned on, never been wetter and he simply fit perfectly. The moment was perfect. Bob was perfect. With Kate's silent permission he found a steady pace to move in. Bob shifted his weight from his hands to his forearms and their bodies were now flush against each other. His sweaty forehead touched hers briefly and he captured her lips in a kiss.

With one hand he lifted one of her legs slightly higher and it made his body grind against her clit. A tremor went through her entire body. She whimpered with pleasure.

He panted, “This feels so good, you feel so good.”

Kate circled his body with her legs, pressing him closer to her and he picked up the pace slightly. One hand was under her neck and the fingers of the other were intertwined with hers. Kate's moaning once again spurred him on and she suddenly found them changing positions as Kate ended up on top of him with Bob on his back. He kept thrusting and she tried to move with him. He held onto her hips with one hand and with the other he circled her clit with his thumb. Kate's whole body quivered.

Bob let Kate set the pace. She was inexperienced in this position but he did not seem to know or care. Their moans turned louder and she was momentarily afraid to wake up Lily. But she did not care enough to keep her noises down. This was a new thing for Kate, she would be damned if she was going to let anyone ruin it for her.

Bob’s thrusting paired with his expert hand skills made Kate's body tremble. She could feel her body closing in on the one sensation that started it all: the warmth between her legs. She cried out – not as loud as she had expected – and fell forwards onto Bob’s chest, panting. He kept thrusting in a quicker and quicker pace and not long after did he also call out. He breathed heavily and held her close for a long time. She giggled at the feeling of him pulling his now flaccid cock out. Still holding her, he carefully took off the condom and put it on the floor. Kate grabbed a napkin to wipe off herself and Bob.

He shifted so they once again lay on their sides facing each other. He caressed her cheek and kissed her. “Good morning.”

Kate giggled. "Hi."

“Are you okay, sweetheart?"

Kate lifted her hand to cup his cheek and she loved the sensation of his stubble under her fingers. She smiled and nodded. "More than okay. And you?"

He nodded.

“Thank you for sharing this moment with me. I really like you, Kate,” he whispered. His tender kisses to her lips were heaven-sent. They lay like that for a long time until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

[lavendersuh]

warm (m)

haechan x virgin!fem reader | smut, fluff | 4.8k words

warnings: smut, oral (f.receiving), curse words, reader is a virgin

based on a prompt from this post: 72. “I swear I’m gonna fuck the next person who comes through that door.”

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hello all. i have half a dozen WIPs and yet? here i am, writing a much longer than intended smut fic for hyuck lmao. i am still getting comfy writing smut so feedback is helpful and appreciated! enjoy xo

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The music was loud, making your throbbing head pound to the beat of the song that was currently playing. You hadn’t drank much tonight, simply drinking enough to be a little tipsy while being in the company of your friends.

You sat on the couch next to your roommate, Luna, who was talking in way too much detail about her last hook up. It made you frustrated in more ways than one. 

“Lu, I’m tired of being a virgin.” you tell her.

“Then fuck someone!” she says with a giggle as she played with the curls in her hair.

You took a long sip of your drink. It really was that easy, wasn’t it? 

Except it wasn’t. You wanted to have sex, yes, but you also wanted it to be with someone you were comfortable with. No matter how horny you were, you were also nervous.

Luna leaned closer to you and suddenly looked serious, “Look, babe, I know its scary the first time but you just need to find the right person! Do it with someone here! You know all the NCT guys and they are all really nice.”

“Wouldn’t that ruin a friendship though?” you ask.

“Only if you want it to! Guys can be down with being casual if you ask them. And these NCT guys definitely drink ‘respect women’ juice.”

You roll your eyes at her silly words but look around the house. You were currently situated in the living room of the NCT dorm house on campus. The party wasn’t big tonight, just the guys who lived in the dorm and their close friends. 

“Hmmm, it’s not a bad idea, Lu, but how do I choose which one to ask?” 

“Just fuck whoever walks through the door next!” Luna bursts into a fit of giggles, but you stare at the door. 

Some of the guys had gone out to grab more beer and some pizzas, while they were still waiting for the rest of their roommates to show up. It would be any minute now, and depending who walked through would be the answer to if you would actually go through with Luna’s silly plan. 

You try to ease your nerves with a handful of chips, as Luna goes back to talking about the guy she’s been seeing on and off for the past few months. Even with just a little bit of alcohol in her, she told far too much truth. 

While paying attention to her conversation, you could hear some of the guys playing beer pong in the other room. It was a nice casual night, and you wondered if any of the guys would actually be willing to take you up on your offer. 

Finally, there’s a knock on the door, before it swings open to reveal three guys, all coming home from their Friday evening class. The first to walk in is Donghyuck. 

Fuck. You quickly turn your back on the door in order to avoid his gaze and calm your rapidly increasing heart rate. Unfortunately, the quick movement causes Luna to pause in the middle of the sentence, and she looks up to see Hyuck taking off his coat along with the others. 

She lets out a burst of laughter, “Ok, you have to ask him. He’s perfect!” she says, “He would totally be open to the idea of a casual fling, you know him well enough, and by the look on your face, I can tell your freshman year crush on him hasn’t gone away!”

“Shh!” you attempt to silence her giggles, but in your attempt you can’t help but laugh a little bit too. 

Maybe it was the universe telling you this was your chance.

You glance back over at Hyuck, with his sweet laugh and contagious smile. There was a reason he reminded everyone of sunshine. He came to the party in a deep gray sweater and ripped jeans, his hair fluffed in a careless way. 

He’s carrying a pack of beer, and he throws you and Luna a wave as he walks into the kitchen. Luna nudges your shoulder, gesturing with her eyes to follow him. 

You get up, and smooth your hands over your t-shirt, but shoot her a grimace. “What am I supposed to even say?”

“I don’t know, maybe ‘I’m a horny virgin, can you help?’” she smiles at you, “Just ask him how his night’s going, if he’s seeing anyone, I’m sure you can get the message across.

Your face probably doesn’t look very convinced, but nonetheless, you walk towards the kitchen. 

Hyuck is putting the beer in some coolers with Kun and Hendery when you walk through the door, and you slowly walk over to him.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” Hendery calls to you as he moves around the kitchen to prepare some snacks with Kun. 

You answer him with a grin, and Hyuck looks up from his task to send you a smile. 

You had known Donghyuck since freshman year of college, when you had met him in your first literature class. He was a bit of a class clown, with his humorous remarks towards some of the course material, but he also had a serious side to him. During important discussions, he brought up intense points that soon had you swooning over the pretty boy. Nice looks, funny and smart— who wouldn’t develop a crush?

That crush had followed you through college, even if it was simply on a back burner within your mind. As you and Luna had established friendships with members of the NCT dorm house, you found yourself in the presence of Hyuck more and more. He was always friendly to you, even if you weren’t super close.

“Hi, Hyuck, how are you tonight?” You ask him, shoving a hand into your back pocket. You hoped your fidgety movements weren’t enough to expose how nervous you were about this whole situation. 

Hyuck turns to give his full attention to you, catching your gaze with his own, “I’m doing good.” he looks you over for a moment, “Are you doing okay, too?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m doing great,” your words clearly don’t match your awkward body language but you’ve come too far to back out now. Hyuck goes over to the fridge to grab a soda, and you take advantage of the loss of eye contact by blurting out, “Hey, uh, are you seeing anyone right now?”

Hyuck immediately turns back around to you, his eyes narrowed with confusion, “No… why do you ask?”

Your eyes are still wide from your outburst, as you try to come up with what to say next. 

He comes closer to you, close enough that you back up against the counter to keep a little distance between the two of you.

He raises his eyebrows in curiosity, waiting for you to answer his question. 

You let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair, “Well, I, uh… I was wondering if you might want to… like, uh,” you can’t help but stammer at you tried to explain your situation, “Would you wanna have sex with me?”

Hyuck can’t seem to help the fact that his jaw drops at the words that come out of your mouth. In his defense, you’ve always been a bit more on the reserved side. 

“Like a one night stand?” Hyuck asks, “You never struck me as someone who would be interested in flings.”

“Well, I’ve never really done this before…” you say, “I’m sure you can tell by my stuttering mess of a conversation starter.” You let out a laugh at your own embarrassment. 

He smiles at you, “So, you haven’t done anything before? Like, you’re a virgin?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you want your first time to be with a boyfriend or someone special?”

“I don’t really care all that much about the precious ‘first time,’ but Luna suggested I ask someone that I’m comfortable with,” you explain.

Hyuck looks smug for just a second, “And you thought of me.” He doesn’t say it as a question.

His cocksure grin makes you shy back a bit, embarrassed at how this entire situation is going. Your flustered state makes you spit out more words, “I mean, we are decent friends, right? And you seem like you wouldn’t be entirely opposed to casual friend sex, and you aren’t so bad on the eyes, and it wouldn’t have to be a big deal and-”

Hyuck’s hands come up to grab your wrists, making you pause your verbal vomit. The places where his hands touch your arms make you feel warm inside.

“Come on, Y/N, you can just say I’m hot.”

You sputter at his response, totally mortified but also a little bit turned on by how much his ego has inflated due to this conversation. 

He takes a step closer and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “Don’t be embarrassed, alright?” his voice is like honey as he soothes you, his smile still present as he looks at you, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, especially since we will be seeing each other naked soon.”

“Well I— wait! So you’re up for it?” you ask, your eyes wide with hope.

He takes a sip of his cola, “Sure, I’m flattered really. And I’d rather it be me than some sleezy guy that would just use you to get off without even caring about your needs.”

His words register and make you feel more confident about your decision to ask him to be your first. While his personality could easily leave you flustered, you also felt extremely comfortable around him. 

“Are you saying you care about my needs?” you ask.

“Of course, babe,” he says, “You were confident enough to be bold with me, so I’m gonna show you the best time, I promise.”

His words leave your insides feeling ready to turn to mush. His arm slung around you doesn’t help the fuzzy feeling your brain is turning to, either. 

“When?” you ask, hoping you don’t sound too desperate from this whole situation.

“Well, the party just started, and I’d like to hang out for a bit, so can we wait until later tonight?” he asks.

You weren’t even expecting him to agree, let alone agree to have sex tonight. You nod your head.

“Alright, cool,” he says, “And you’re okay with kissing right?”

“Sure, isn’t that half the fun—”

He cuts you off with a quick peck on the lips, grinning at your surprised expression. He grabs his drink once more and leads you back out to the main living area, where the party is going on.

He settles on a couch, pulling you along with him. He seems incredibly close, and you feel like you are burning everywhere his body touches your own— from your shoulders to your thighs to your shins. You feel hyper aware of his presence. 

The couch also hosts Yuta as well as its long time resident Luna, who seems grumbly now that she isn’t in sole possession of the couch. 

Her grim frown turns the complete opposite when she looks over and notices you sitting nearly on top of Hyuck, with his arm slung around you. You plead to her with your eyes to not say anything but she gives you a knowing smile.

One of the boys puts on a random movie, something everyone has seen before, and the room settles down. Well, it's as quiet as a room full of over twenty roommates plus a few others can be. 

You try to watch the movie and listen to the side comments made by your friends, but you’re easily distracted by the boy sitting next to you. You know, the one that agreed to have sex with you not even twenty minutes ago? 

His arm is slung lazily across the back of the couch, with his fingers rubbing lazy circles gently into the side of your arm. You know you are a bit tense from the contact, so you take a deep breath and try to settle closer to him, resting your head on his chest as you continue to watch the movie. 

He doesn’t so much as pause his slow circle touches on your arm, so you assume he is fine with the increased physical contact. You decide to be bold, and place your hand on his thigh, only for his free hand to come up to cover your own.

“Careful,” he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear. His hand lets go of your own, but you pick it up, running your thumb and index finger across his hand. 

Donghyuck is warm. Maybe it's the cold weather outside, or your nervousness, but you have never felt someone so warm in your presence before. 

You aren’t really sure how you make it through the rest of the movie, what with Hyuck’s little touches and the simple thought of where this night might end, but eventually the movie ends and some of the guys go back to play some more beer pong and other games.

Luna tugs you aside when Hyuck goes to refill his drink with Yuta.

“So I’m assuming he agreed?” she asks, her eyes wide and her face flush from the alcohol she had consumed this evening. It makes you think of the drink you had at the beginning of the night, and how it has worn off nearly completely.

You nod at your friend, “Yeah, he’s cool with doing it tonight, too.” 

“Yes bitch! My roommate is finally getting some!” 

“Shhh!” you tug at her arm to get her to calm down. You didn’t really feel like advertising your status to everyone in the house. 

Before she has a chance to say anything else, Donghyuck comes back from the kitchen, another soda in his hand. He leisurely walks over to you and Luna, nodding at her before sending you a smile.

He positions himself in a way that shows he only wants to talk to you. “Do you want to see my room?” he asks, taking a casual sip of his drink.

His actions are all very relaxed, as they have been all night, and you wonder if this is who Donghyuck is; someone that is casual and chill all the time. You assumed you were probably too distracted with thinking about how pretty he was to ever notice his demeanor before.

But maybe he is just acting so casual to make you feel more comfortable. You can’t help but want to melt into his presence when he is around, and even with your slight nerves, he makes you want to turn into mush at his feet.

“Sure, right now?” you reply.

“Yeah, unless you want to stay down here for a little while longer.” 

You know that Luna is standing less than a meter away, most likely listening to every word that passed between you and this boy, but you can only seem to concentrate on Hyuck. You glance over at her, to make sure she’s okay with going solo for a little bit, and she gives you a knowing smile. 

You look back over at Hyuck, “Now is good.”

He smiles and offers you his hand, which you gratefully accept. He acknowledges Luna before he turns, and your roommate slaps your ass when you go to follow him. The action leaves you flustered yet you can’t help the laugh that comes out as well. 

Hyuck leads you up the stairs and down the hall to his door. He lets it swing open, and allows you to walk in first.

His room is dark other than the dim glow of LEDs around the top edge of the walls. His desk sits opposite of his bed, and is about as messy as you would expect of a college boy. His bed though, is clean and made, with dark sheets and more pillows than you would ever know what to do with. 

Just as you are about to turn around to comment on his large pillow collection, you feel his arms wrap around your waist as he burrows his face into your neck. He lets out a breath, which tickles the skin to leave you with chills tingling down your back. 

“You like it?” he mumbles against your skin.

“It’s very you.” you reply.

“Oh? I suppose I can take that as a compliment.”

You nod with a smile. 

Hyuck moves around you, going to sit on his bed with you standing between his legs. From this position, he is shorter than you, so he gazes up at your face as he grabs your waist. He lets a smile show, as he tugs you a little closer.

You aren’t really sure what to say at this point, and you are sure you look like a deer in headlights to him. In the back of your mind, you wonder what kinds of things other girls have said to him when they reach this point.

Donghyuck takes the silence as a sign to take the lead, as he leans in to kiss you. His hands trail across your back and torso, and your arms make their way across his shoulders and up into his hair. 

You just want to get closer and closer and closer, leading you to sit on his lap, straddling him as you kiss. His tongue meets yours and you wonder if the room is warm or if you are just getting overheated by the boy in front of you. 

Hyuck tugs at your shirt, and you separate for but a moment in order to pull the fabric over your head. Absentmindedly you remember this is the first boy that has ever seen you without a shirt in this context, but your brain is too cloudy to make any sense of that idea. 

With your shirt off, you realize he could also remove his own shirt. You grip at his chest while pulling him into another kiss, before sliding your hands underneath to feel the warm skin of his torso. 

In less than a moment, his shirt is also discarded, and you run your hands across his chest freely, leaning in to kiss down his neck like he’s been doing to you. 

When your lips find a certain spot near his ear, he lets out a grunt as you suck a mark into his skin. The sound he makes causes you to gain a little confidence as you keep going. 

Finally he recaptures his lips with yours, and you feel his hands making their way to your bra clasp. He fiddles around with it for a moment, before pulling back to look you in the eye as he finally unclasps it. 

“We can stop if you want, Y/N,” he says, and you are surprised to realize how heavy he is breathing. You are doing the same. “We don’t have to continue, you don’t owe me anything.”

While you appreciate the gesture, all you can think of is how comfortable you are with this boy. He sets a fire alight on your insides, while also caressing you with the softest of touches, and you just want to be closer.

“No,” you shake your head, “I want to continue.”

He slides your bra off, discarding it on the floor, “Alright, baby.”

The endearment makes you squirm with the most intimate of feelings, and he goes to remove your leggings before sliding back on the bed to rest against the headboard. You trail kisses across his chest as he leans back, closing his eyes at the feeling. His mouth opens and he lets out a moan. 

Without any warning, he flips the two of you over, leaving you spread out across his sheets with him on top of you. 

“God, you look really hot but also so cute like this,” he says, leaning in to suck a mark into your neck. 

You can’t seem to think of any words to say, letting out a small moan instead. 

“I just want to ravish you, make you come undone.”

You whimper at his words, grabbing onto his biceps as if you might fall if you don’t hold on. 

“To think,” Hyuck says with a whisper across your skin, “I get to make you feel so good…” 

He lets up on his assault of your neck, and you slowly open your eyes to look at him. You had barely noticed that you had closed your eyes in the first place. 

He smooths some of your hair away from your forehead, “Have you had an orgasm before?”

You nod, “Yeah, I’m not that innocent.”

He hooks two fingers under the band of your underwear, “Good, then show me what feels good.”

He slides your underwear off and you reach down to touch yourself. The feeling is familiar, yet heightened, knowing that Hyuck is watching as you slide a finger, then two, into yourself. 

The boy above you watches for another moment as your body starts to come undone. Finally, he lowers himself to you, trailing kisses down your body until his mouth is at the same level as your fingers.

He gently removes your hand from yourself, and you let your fingers wander towards his hair as he blows a puff of air before licking at your clit. 

“Oh fuck,” you let out, as he moves to finger you himself. 

You stifle a moan as he devours you with his tongue and hands. He draws back for a moment, to say, “Don’t be so quiet, baby, this is a big house, its not like anyone will hear you with that party going on downstairs.”

You let out a breathy moan, much louder than you had intended, as he continues eating you out. You feel like every nerve ending in your body is electrified, and you tug at his hair while also gripping his sheets.

“Hyuck,” you pant, “I’m close…”

“Good, baby, let go,” his words send vibrations through your core. He gives you one last lick before he thrusts his fingers in faster. “You’re so wet right now.”

“Y/N?” he says. His actions don’t slow as he looks up at your face. You let out a groan in response.

“I want you to come for me.”

His tongue goes back to its attack on your clit and within seconds you come, letting out a breathy moan of his name as you climax.

Hyuck doesn’t let up for a moment, continuing to finger you through your high until you are spent. You grab for his arms, using what little energy you have left to gesture that you want him to come back up to be eye level with you. 

He presses a kiss to your mouth, and you can taste yourself on his lips as you wrap your arms around him. You never realized how clingy you would be during sex, but Hyuck doesn’t seem to mind.

“So,” he says, “how was that?” 

“Good,” you say, unsure if you are currently able to form a coherent thought. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, placing a soft kiss as he lets out a small chuckle.

“Do you want to stop there or…?” 

You shake your head, making eye contact with him. “I think we need to take care of this,” you say.

You press yourself closer to him, feeling his erection against your abdomen. It wasn’t like it was going to go unnoticed, but Hyuck looks a little flustered by your boldness anyways.

“It’s not like I can’t take care of that myself.” he reassures you, “So if you are done for tonight…”

“No, let’s keep going.”

“You’re sure?”

You roll your eyes at him, even though you appreciate his questions, “Yes, Hyuck, please let’s keep going.”

He smiles as he starts kissing you again, “Well we’re a little needy, aren’t we?”

You tug at his belt, “I’ve waited long enough, haven’t I?” you lean up to whisper in his ear, “I want to feel you inside me.” 

Hyuck’s eyes get a little wide at this, and he takes off the rest of his clothes. You avert your gaze for a moment before remembering just where his penis is about to be. Finally, you look at his hard on, and while you don’t have much else to compare it to, his dick is a decent size. 

You impulsively reach out to touch him, partially out of simple curiosity, but also with the question of what he will do if you do. When he doesn’t seem like he will pull away or bat your hand away, you wrap your hand around him, watching as his dick twitches at the contact.

He closes his eyes, nearly letting out a tiny whimper. 

“Sorry,” you say, instead letting your hands roam his torso again. 

He shakes his head, “Don’t be; have you seen a dick before?” 

“Not in real life,” you say, unsure of why you feel embarrassed by saying that. 

“That’s fine,” he reassures, “Maybe I can teach you how to suck me off next time.”

Before you have a chance to even ask about ‘next time,’ Donghyuck goes back to kissing you, quickly leaving you breathless.

As you continue to make out, you find yourself wondering if anyone’s lips could ever taste as good as Hyuck’s do at this moment. 

He starts touching you, from combing his fingers through your messy hair and teasing your nipples, to finally touching your clit again. He plants a kiss square on your lips before withdrawing for a moment to grab a condom from his bedside drawer.

As he puts the condom on, you let your fingers wander back down to your clit, unbearably turned on by the boy in front of you. 

Finally, he leans back over you, and you hold onto his shoulders to keep him close. He looks into your eyes one last time, and you nod, before he slides in.

“Oh god,” you say, letting yourself get adjusted to his size.

After a moment, he starts sliding in and out, mumbling, “God, you’re so wet, so tight, taking me so well.”

His movements speed up, and you can’t stop the moans that come from your mouth as you are overcome with pleasure. His face rests against your neck, and you feel his hot breath as you both pant for air. 

“I haven’t done this in a while, I’m not gonna last long, I’m sorry…” Hyuck spews out words yet you barely register them.

You let your nails scrape over his back, causing him to groan loudly.

“Hyuck, I’m getting close,” you pant.

“Good, me too,” he says, one of his hands drifting down to play with your clit.

The movement is enough to get you to come, your orgasm hitting a lot sooner than you expected, causing you to squeeze around him. The action causes him to finish too.

Hyuck collapses on top of you once he’s done, and you find that the weight of him is comforting as you both try to catch your breaths. The events of the last few minutes have left you drained and all you can really think of is going to sleep with this boy next to you on his bed with too many pillows. 

You lean into him, letting out a content sigh. He presses a kiss to your forehead before he gets up to get rid of the condom and grab a washcloth from the bathroom. He cleans you up slowly, being gentle with the warm cloth before he tosses it into the laundry bin next to his desk. 

He scoots into the bed in order to spoon you, brushing your hair aside to place a kiss to your ear.

“Are you gonna stay the night?” he asks, “You look like you’re about to fall asleep.” 

“If it’s okay with you, then yes, please.” you say, grabbing for one of his hands that’s wrapped around you.

He squeezes you with his arms lightly, “I should’ve warned you when you approached me that I enjoy after-sex cuddles.”

You let out a laugh at his little confession, snuggling closer to him under the covers. You can feel in your muscles that you will probably be sore tomorrow, but that’s not something to worry about right now. 

Hyuck’s breathing evens out, as well as your own, and you wonder if he is already asleep. You close your eyes, warm and content, but before you go to sleep, you murmur, “Hyuck? I’m glad my first time was with you.” 

You start to drift off after that. You aren’t sure if Hyuck ever heard you, but you suppose you will probably have more time to tell him. If you play your cards right, you imagine this won’t be the last time. 

And you are more than okay with that. ~

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MCYT Demographic Survey Part 2 RESULTS

IT’S TIME!!!

Once again, thank you so much to everyone who participated! 1,654 people total responded to this - about four and a half times as many respondents as the first survey. It’s honestly incredible. I’m so happy the rest of you are as interested as I am in this stuff :D

The increased turnout is also why these results are being posted two days later than I’d intended. I want to give a HUGE thank you to my friend @quincepastey​ and my sibling @orestes-swimming​ for helping me out, and by helping I do mean they did basically all of the technical stuff for me, because my knowledge of spreadsheets was not up to the task. So thank you to Cupid for organizing all the data from questions 3 and 4 into something comprehensible for me, and thank you to Kal for making the charts! They are absolutely the MVPs and everyone reading this should go check them out. Thank you guys so much <3

Reblogs of this post are very appreciated. It would be awesome if the info about the results could reach everyone who submitted a response, so if you reblogged my first post about this survey, please consider reblogging this one as well!

For your convenience, here’s a link to the results of the first survey I did six months ago. Now - on to the results!

Question 1: What is your age range?

Compared to the results of the first survey, we can see that things have changed a bit! Specifically, the fandom has shifted just a little bit older. The solid majority of the fandom is still in the 15-17 year old range, but it’s gone down from almost half to closer to 40%. Almost a third of the fandom are ages 18-20, up from close to a fifth six months ago. 21-25 year olds have increased from about 10% to about 14%. And the youngest segment, 13-14 year olds, have gone from almost 20% of the fandom down to 12% - the sharpest change of all.

Finally, nearest and dearest to my own heart, there are now 26 whole people in the fandom aged 26-30 and 9 people aged 30+. Old Squad is growing, folks. We are... the 2% 😎 Special shoutout to the person who said their 15 year old kid got them into the fandom. I hope you know just how cool you are.

These results are interesting, but it’s also impossible to say how accurate the data is. This survey and the previous one were only posted on my blog, and they only reached a wider audience through the reblogs of my followers. So do these changes reflect actual changes in the demographics of the fandom as a whole, or is it just that my followers (and the people who follow them) have shifted older? To try to avoid this bias in the future, I may reach out to some well-known younger bloggers and ask them to reblog the next survey I do so that I can reach a more even audience.

Question 2: What is your gender?

Apologies for the small text, but there were so many unique write-in answers that I wanted to include them all. You may want to open the image in a separate tab for better quality.

In contrast to the age question, the gender spread of the fandom has remained pretty much the same. About half the fandom is still female, the nonbinary crowd has increased from 20% to 25%, 7% of us are male, almost 7% are genderfluid, and about 5% are agender. Just like last time, most of the write-in responses fell into the vague categories of either genderqueer or questioning.

No surprises on this one! The fandom continues to be overwhelmingly female and queer. Next time I think I’ll include genderqueer and questioning as options to try to catch some of those people into a formal category. All y’all are so valid, especially the person who wrote in their gender as “soup” <3

The results for questions 3 and 4 will be under a cut, because I don’t want to completely destroy people’s dashes.

Before I get into the last two questions, a couple notes. First, I want to explain how I came up with the list of creators, since a lot of people were either excited or disappointed by the fact that a few different people were on there.

On the last survey, this question was a write-in, and I had to transcribe and collate all the answers by hand to come up with the actual number of people who followed each creator. For this survey, I simply took the list that came out of the previous one and pasted it in! I also added a few people who no one wrote in six months ago but who are much more prominent now (Ranboo being the biggest example). So if you were excited to see your favorite small creator listed as an option, they were there because someone wrote them in last time! And if you wrote in your favorite small creator here, they’ll be an option on the next survey. The list is entirely crowdsourced and it will expand with each survey.

That said, the same also applies for more controversial creators. Specifically, I’m talking about CallMeCarson. Several people questioned my decision to keep him on the list - and to be honest, I considered taking him out. But in the end I decided to leave him in as an option for the sake of completeness and consistency with the previous survey. I want to emphasize that this is not me condoning his actions. But for the sake of the data, I felt that it was best to leave him in.

That said, let’s move on to questions 3 and 4!

Question 3: What creator(s) do you primarily follow?

So, it’s harder to compare with the previous survey on this one, and that’s purely because on the previous survey I didn’t have the help I did here. The chart I was able to make for the results back in October was frankly trash. Also, the fact that I split “followed creators” into two questions - primarily and casually followed - definitely throws things off. However, we can still do a certain amount of comparison!

The most obvious change is Ranboo. He straight up was not on the previous survey at all - I think he’d been streaming for less than a month at the time. Now, about 55% of respondents listed him as someone they primarily follow. The Dream SMP itself has also jumped dramatically. Previously, about 5% of people wrote in Dream SMP. That has increased to over half. Quackity has gone from less than 2% to about 30%. Karl has gone from 4% to 30%. Phil has gone from about 8% to a little under 50%. The SBI have jumped from 11% to over 40%.

Techno has gone from about 50% to over 60%. Tommy has gone from 45% to over 55%. Wilbur has jumped from 43% to 55%. Tubbo has remained steady at about 38%.

Dream has apparently dropped some of his following percentage-wise, falling from 50% to about 35%. However, George, Sapnap, and the Dream Team itself have all jumped from 10-12% to almost 30%.

I’m not going to go over the rest of the list, because that would just get way too long. However, I will drop a link to the spreadsheets of data for this survey and the previous one, so anyone who wants to can do some comparison of their own!

Question 4: What creators do you casually follow?

I won’t do as detailed of a comparison on this question, because there’s nothing to compare it to - this question wasn’t on the previous survey. However, it’s interesting to see how many more people follow Fundy, Nihachu, BadBoyHalo, Captain Puffy, Eret, Awesamdude, and Jack Manifold casually rather than as a primary favorite. Out of the top twelve, Karl, Quackity, Phil, and Tubbo are the only ones who don’t have a major discrepancy between the amount of people who follow them casually versus primarily.

I would be curious to hear people’s thoughts on why that’s the case! Personally, I would guess it’s a combination of each of their approaches to lore on the Dream SMP, the frequency and times of day that they stream, and the people they tend to make content with and be associated with by the fandom. I may go into that more later, but this post is already very long, so I’ll hold off for now. Here’s a link to this question’s spreadsheet for anyone who wants to take a closer look!

...And that’s a wrap! Good grief, this got long. Kudos to anyone who actually read the whole thing because I know my attention span would be challenged. I’m already thinking about the next survey - a couple people suggested that I add in questions about orientation and nationality, and while I want to keep the survey pretty tight in its scope, I am considering it. It would be even more data to process but it would be interesting to know!

I would love to hear people’s thoughts on these results! I’m only one person, so I know there’s interesting stuff I must have missed. Please, please feel free to reblog with your thoughts and observations! A lot of work went into this (both from me and from Cupid and Kal! Thank you guys again!), so I’m really hoping to hear what people think about it :D

I plan to reblog this and reply to some of the things people wrote in at the end, so stay tuned for that. And once again: thank you all for your interest in this project of mine <3 See you with another one in six months!

[peachsayshi]

Chapter 12 - Muse

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Fluff, Rough Sex (Light but Consensual), Light Degradation, Role-play (Reader In French Maid Outfit), Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Making Out With Gojo, NSFW, Unprotected Sex

Summary: You keep your promise to Gojo and the two of you enjoy a little bit of roleplaying.

A/N: I know it's been a while since I posted last. Here is the updated chapter (she is kind of long) and it's basically 5% plot where everything else is smut. I have been reading this same thing for over a week and spent most of today editing, so I hope it's fine! Please keep in mind again that I do not have a beta, and will highly miss a lot of things or even misspell them. I hope you enjoy the chapter!  Requests are still open! I currently write for Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna and Choso. Please make sure I can see your age on your profile, otherwise you will be ignored (minors dni) 

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(Three Years Ago)

“Looks like someone is being spoiled…”

You glanced around your apartment that has been completely decorated in flowers. You started grinning like an idiot thinking of Haru’s promise to give you a garden before replying, “ it’s a long story... ”

“ Soo , things worked out after the failed anniversary dinner?” Gojo questioned, noticing the way you shyly bit your bottom lip as you returned your attention back onto the T.V. screen.

“ Yes, they did …” you answered casually, still holding that pretty smile on your lips. You were clicking the button on the remote as you switched between movies to pick one to watch for the evening. “I don’t think I gave you the full update…”

Gojo took a sip of his melon soda, before leaning back comfortably against your couch. “No you did not. Last time we spoke you told me you were going away for the weekend. So tell me, how did prince charming work his way back into your good graces?”

Hakone , the weekend getaway; memories of you and Haru’s trip flooded back to your mind. The onsen experience, strolling through nature by day, visiting art galleries and losing sleep at night just to make love…

“It was… perfect.” you whispered breathlessly, your heart skipping a beat after you gave Gojo the brief explanation.

“ How romantic… ” the sorcerer replied, doing little to hide the hint of sarcasm in his tone.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, nudging your elbow playfully into his stomach. “Don’t be such a killjoy…”

From behind his dark frames, Gojo was reading your body language when you spoke. He pressed his lips together, not wanting to take away the happiness you were basking in and burying the thought that lingered his mind.

“You really love him, don’t you?” he asked again, his eyes glued onto you as he patiently waited for your reply.

Your cheeks went warm and your reaction was to adorably bury your face into the palm of your hands, desperately trying to fight off the butterflies swarming in your stomach. You leaned back on the couch next to your friend, dropping your hands down by your sides as you tilted your neck to face him.

“ Hopelessly so… ”

Gojo swallowed hard, a sinking sensation pummeled through his gut upon hearing your words. Your eyes flickered when you noticed how his expression hardened but he quickly switched to a big grin.

“As long as you’re happy … ” he reassured, giving you a thumbs up.

“I am, very much so …”

“ Good!” Gojo replied, but the word tasted sour in his mouth and he quickly changed the subject. “Now let’s get back to picking our movie…”

What the hell am I supposed to do now? he thought to himself, the disappointment weighing heavy on his heart.

I can’t tell her yet…

I’ll just have to wait...

(Present)

Gojo was exhausted. His day was tiresome and everything seemed to be getting on his last nerves. His morning started off on a bad note thanks to the higher ups. Itadori Yuji swallowing one of Sukuna’s fingers was not what he expected but now he had a problem on his hands involving the life of another teenager.

A talented kid at that, Itadori definitely had potential...

Gojo was good at hiding his frustrations from his students, and even from some of his peers. However, the minute he stepped into the lobby of his apartment building, the weight of his day came crashing down on his shoulders. He exited the elevator, slowly making his way over towards his apartment door but paused for a second before entering inside the safe haven of his home.

He immediately sensed your presence.

You called him earlier when he was at the school, asking if you could stop by his place to pick up something that you had forgotten.

“Just ask the security to let you in, I’ll give them a heads up and inform them... ” Gojo distractedly replied before ending the call.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly to himself, thinking that maybe you decided to stick around and hang out at his place.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked, as he stepped through the threshold of his front door. “Did you really miss me that mu-uhhhhhh…”

Gojo dropped his keycard on the floor, his mouth agape as he took in the sight of you standing before him. His heart literally stopped beating for a whole second and the sorcerer found himself frozen in the entrance of his living room.

“ Gojo-san,” you purred, turning your heel from the large glass window you were wiping and smiling as you faced him directly. “ You’re home...”

Catching the great Gojo Satoru by surprise was something rare but you managed to do it with ease because he always had his guard down around you.

Gojo admired the outfit you were wearing. Your black dress was short, very short, with the bodice buttoned all the way up to your neck and little puffy sleeves covering your shoulders. The white apron you were wearing over it was trimmed with little frills, matching the detailing along the collar. His mouth went dry when he reached your legs covered in a pair of stockings but he noticed the single garter wrapped around your thigh adorned with a tiny bow. You were wearing black pointed high heels to match the ensemble, adding a decent amount of inches to your height. The cherry on top was the white silky headband that was pulling back your beautiful hair.

Gojo had given up on your promise weeks ago, thinking there was no possible way you might actually follow through with his idea.

Yet, here you were , dressed up in a french maid outfit.

You placed the cloth in your hand in the basket on your floor. Your heels clicking against the wooden surface and echoing around his quiet penthouse apartment as you approached him, holding your head high as you confidently nestled into the role you were playing.

You gripped his attention, but couldn’t see how shocked he was from behind his dark sunglasses. As you stood in front of him you bent down to pick up the key card before elegantly standing upright and holding it up to his face.

“You dropped this,” you stated quite matter of factly, batting your lashes at him innocently.

The man had been rendered speechless.

You raised your brow as the seconds passed, waiting for Gojo to say... something.

He could sense your heart beat increase, as you shifted your weight from one leg to the other and you nervously glanced away from his direction. You dropped the act for a minute as you placed your hands around your waist to look down at the outfit you were wearing.

“ Uhm … did I do this wrong ? This is the only outfit I could find online that was even close to the idea you had and it took weeks to actually get here. I can...I can try to find another dress if this isn’t what you li-”

Gojo cupped your face in his hands, interrupting your comment and tilting your head up so you were looking at him as he snapped himself out of the trance you seemed to have put him under.

“No! No, no no …you look… fuck… you just caught me by surprise…” he replied, a wave of excitement rushing through him as he stumbled over his words. He proceeded to lower his sunglasses so you were met with azure eyes, softening his gaze as a cheeky grin spread across his gorgeous face. “You look ...perfect…”

He stretched out that last word, ensuring to savour every part of you. Your face grew warm but you couldn’t help but smirk with approval that all your hard efforts into this costume worked their magic on your friend.

“Really?” you questioned in a hopeful tone, reaching for his wrist and giving him a squeeze. “I’m glad! You worried me for a second…”

Gojo leaned forward to kiss you, the heavy weight he bore when he stepped into his home dissipating as he tasted you on his tongue. Once he had his fill of you, he broke away from the kiss before casually walking backwards and instructing, “don’t mind me, I’m just going to step out for a second so we can properly start this over…”

You giggled before turning around and making your way back to your position next to his window. Gojo noticed your white slip peak from under your skirt, and he gently bit down on his knuckle unable to contain his own anticipation.

This is going to be fun, he thought.

When he stepped back inside his apartment it was with a totally different demeanor. He cleared his throat as he made his way over, noticing your face playfully light up before repeating your initial greeting:

“ Gojo-san, you’re home... ”

***

One hour.

You had the man stirring for an entire hour.

Gojo didn’t think you would take this as seriously as you did but you were putting on a performance for him.

At first he sat in the living room, watching you mindlessly wipe his spotless windows and bending over ever so slightly for him to peep under your skirt. He impatiently tapped his finger against his thigh, knowing full well that he was not allowed to touch you unless you touched him first .

That was the rule you both agreed on.

When Gojo realised that you weren’t planning on giving in so easily, he used the moment as an opportunity to change out of his uniform but that didn’t stop you from being a tease.

While he was in his room, he switched to a pair of comfortable sweatpants and just as he was about to slip on his hoodie, you barged into his bedroom.

“ I’m sorry to intrude…” you announced innocently, sauntering your way over with your eyes lingering on his abdominal muscles and lifting up his half-filled laundry basket. “ I just needed to wash these…”

Gojo pressed his tongue to his cheek, shaking his head at you as he moved to his drawer to replace his shades with his blindfold, knowing full well you were going to draw this out for as long as you can.

Maybe this is payback…

Gojo returned to the living room, his eyes fixated on the television screen as a way to distract himself from you.

After you did a few meaningless chores, you picked up the feather duster from your equipment basket and directed yourself into his line of sight. You began to “ dust ” off his shelves, swaying your hips deliberately from side to side as you walked in front of him.

“ I hope you don’t mind me in your way, Gojo-san …” you said serenely, flicking the duster over the random items on his shelf.

“Not at all…” the sorcerer replied, his voice smooth as silk when he spoke. “But you should know you missed a spot…”

You raised your brow as you glanced over your shoulder to meet his stare.

“ Oh ?”

Gojo spread his legs further apart, resting his long arm on the back of the sofa before bringing his other hand forward to point high on his shelf.

“Right there,” he indicated.

You hummed to yourself, knowing full well that Gojo wanted to see more of what you were hiding underneath your outfit. As you stood on your tiptoes, you deliberately arched your back to stick out your rear in his direction.

Gojo trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, humming in approval and deciding in that moment just how he plans on eventually fucking you in this cute outfit of yours.

“A little higher…” he commanded, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes as you “cleaned” his top shelf, and he felt himself harden against his pants when the fabric of your dress just barely covered your ass.

The minutes passed, dragging slowly until the sorcerer found himself growing impatient. The longer you were making him wait, the more cruel he was planning on delivering his own punishment in return.

“May I get you some water, Gojo-san?” you asked him, snapping him out of his own thoughts as you made your way over to the kitchen. “You look a little thirsty…”

Oh yes, he definitely wasn’t going to hold himself back…

“ Please…” he said through gritted teeth.

You made your way over to the kitchen, pulling out one of the random trays he had and placing a glass right in the middle. You fill it up with ice before pouring in the water, then lifting up the tray and making your way over to him.

“ Here you go…” you offered, but instead of picking up the glass with your fingers, you deliberately knocked it over, allowing the cool liquid to pour all over Gojo’s lap.

The man hissed, surprised that you caught him off guard yet again with your tactic. The water pooled between his thighs, making his muscles tense up even more.

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth, the goosebumps running up and down your arms when you noticed the outline of his dick against his sweatpants.

Staring at him with your knowing, apologetic eyes, you proceeded to say, “I’m so sorry, let me get something to help you dry up…”

When you returned, you found your place down on your knees in front of him. You pressed the dry towel against his inner thigh, earning a grunt in response because your touch was close to his growing erection.

Your other hand glided up his calf, sending your message across as Gojo’s eyes widened when that same hand replaced the towel.

Fucking finally, he thought, no longer frustrated by his own desire or the fact that he was now soaking wet.

“I can dry these with the rest of the clothes…” you explained, lifting yourself upright on your knees. “I’m going to have to take these off..”

You hooked your hands around the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his lean legs and removing them.

“What about these?” Gojo asked, tilting his head towards his tented boxers. “I’m soaked all the way through…”

“ Uhm… of course!” you chirped, as you removed the second article of clothing. “I’ll get these dry for you right away…”

As you tried to stand up, Gojo reached for your forearms and dragged you back down on the rug.

“What about this?” he asked, directing your attention towards the length of his swollen cock.

“I-I don’t know if I can help you with that,” you teased, averting your gaze as you feigned shyness.

“I pay you to use your hands, don’t I?” Gojo questioned.

“ Yes, Gojo-san …”

“Then you should do whatever it takes.”

Gojo could have sworn he saw you smirk but you were swift to hide your reaction. You brought your hand to his length as you began to stroke upward, circling your thumb around his swollen tip. Your other hand teasingly traced a vein up and down his shaft, and Gojo exhaled as his body relaxed against his plush sofa.

You squeezed his cock, feeling the width of his hard member as you continued teasing his head. You spread the pre-cum all over the tip, before bringing your lips down and replacing your thumb with your tongue as you swirled around the head before finally sealing your mouth over him.

You gently suck, your cheeks hollowing but you remain focused on just his head. The hand that isn’t holding his shaft moved to his thigh, where you gave him an eager squeeze as you tasted him in your mouth.

Meanwhile, Gojo leaned his head back against the sofa, closing his eyes as he hummed with relief. The low rumble of his voice spread down his abdomen, and your ears perked upon hearing his satisfied reaction.

You released him with a pop, before adjusting your position so your forearms were now resting over his thighs.

Gojo was average in thickness but his length definitely made up for it and you wanted to get comfortable before taking him all the way in.

You guided him into your mouth, easing him down inch by inch as you bobbed over his impressive length. Your hands pressed into his thighs, a small whimper escaping you as your teeth grazed lightly over his cock while you expertly worked him.

“You keep doing this and I might consider increasing your pay…” Gojo murmured, half-drunk with arousal as he began losing himself to you.

You quickened your pace, ignoring the discomfort in your jaw as you let him fuck your mouth. Gojo reached his hand to the back of your neck, gently stroking you with his slender fingers as encouragement. His chest began to rise and fall as his breathing grew heavier.

“ Keep going …” he coaxed, his voice shaking and growing tender. He rolled his hips in rhythm to your movement while your hands began massaging his legs and working their way high up to his pelvis.

His fingers curled around your hair, your throat burning but you kept going not wanting to disappoint your esteemed employer.

“ Mmm , F-fuck… ” he whined, his words sweet in your ears as he reached his peak.

Gojo’s hips bucked into you and he held you in place, releasing thick ropes of cum in the back of your throat as he moaned.

His grip was tight around your head and you tried not to gag as you swallowed everything he gave you. You slowly retracted him out of your mouth, desperately catching your breath in between small coughs as you settled yourself.

“Such a beautiful mess…” Gojo complimented as he looked down at you from where he was sitting.

Your chin was covered with  your saliva, your perfectly styled hair unraveling from his grip and your smokey eye makeup smudged. Gojo flicked his fingers in his direction, ordering you to get on his lap.

Your knees hurt when you stand up, the cheap fabric of your stockings already wearing from the friction against the rug. You spread your legs as you straddled him, lifting the hem of your dress up as you adjusted your position.

“ Well, well…what have we here… ” he cooed when you flashed him. “Hold your dress up for me…”

Your face grew hot but you obediently obliged as you bunched up the dress to your waist, giving Gojo a full view of your stockings that covered your bare pussy.

Gojo dragged his index finger along your slit, your arousal stringing on the tip of his finger as he pulled away from you.

You were completely soaked through.

“ Do you always show up to work without any underwear on?” he teased, bringing his finger back between your legs  and pushing the material of your stockings between your lips.

“Only when I know I am seeing you…” you replied seductively.

“Is that so?” Gojo mused, biting his bottom lip as he focused on his finger circling your folds. “How professional…”

“Actually I'm very unprofessional. I have something to confess, Gojo-san …” you whispered, dropping your dress as you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his ear before stating, “…I touch myself whenever you’re not home .”

Gojo froze his movements. You were doing everything he described when talking about this particular fantasy: the hot maid that he comes home to who teases him into fucking her.

Oh, and you were playing the role beautifully.  

“Did you do that today?” The man questioned, directing it towards you and not the character you were pretending to be.

You giggled in his ear, “ twice .”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, his free hand that wasn’t between your legs reached for his blindfold. He lifted the fabric, where a pretty blue iris was staring at you with sheer adoration.

“ Oh, angel, you continue to surprise me…”

“None of that, yet…” you announced, covering his eye as you pulled his wrist away. “ We’re still playing, Gojo-san.”

On that reply, Gojo reached for the band of your stockings. He ripped the flimsy fabric with his strong hands, tearing it straight down the middle before picking you up and laying your back against the arm rest.

“I’m going to have to start putting security cameras around the place,” he added, getting back into the role as he slipped off his hoodie. “But I think I would prefer seeing you with my own eyes…”

He instantly noticed the way you checked him out, your gaze hungry for his body. He lifted up your dress, bunching it up at the waist to reveal your torn undergarment. Your sweet pussy was glistening with your arousal and Gojo licked his lips with anticipation. He raised one of your legs over the sofa, leaving the other  to dangle off the side and exposing you completely to him.

“ Touch yourself.”

You brought your fingers to your fold, working your throbbing clit as you closed your eyes. Your body was electric, riled up to the point where you were already so sensitive as you rubbed yourself. Soft whimpers left your lips and Gojo held your knees apart as he watched you masturbate.

“Are you always this quiet?” He teased, “A dirty slut like you begging to be fucked…I’m sure you get louder than that…”

If you weren’t so heated by everything that was going on, you would have been caught off guard by what he was saying but instead you moaned at his derogatory words.

The character you were playing began blending in his mind with your own person, his dear friend, and the thought of you eagerly pleasing him made the blood rush between his legs, his arousal making him harden again.

“You hear that?” Gojo continued, knowing full well how much you enjoy his dirty talk and pointing out the way your pussy squelched as your fingers drove themselves inside you. “You’re so fucking wet and I hardly even touched you. Are you that needy already? Are you that desperate for someone to fuck this pussy of yours?”

“Y-yes…”

“Do you call out my name when you make yourself come? Do you beg for it?”

“ Mmmm, yes, Gojo-san…want you so bad …”

“If you want me to fuck you, you little slut , you’re going to have to tell me how much you want it…”

You gasped, your free hand reaching to massage your breast over your uniform as you finally opened your hazy eyes to meet Gojo’s. Your heart was racing, your body gyrating against his sofa as you slipped your fingers between your folds.

“ Mmahh, Gojo-san, I want you to fuck me on this couch. I want to feel you inside me. P-please, I need you inside me…so fucking bad…I can’t…I ca-” you voice pitched as you increased the speed of your movements, rolling your hips in circles and your dropped your head back against the arm rest.

You came all over your fingers, your orgasm hitting you hard, as you sang your noises of pleasure. You were trembling against the chair, panting heavily as you pulled your fingers from between your legs.

Gojo flipped you on your stomach, unable to hold himself back any longer. Your hands were on the arm rest, your knees pressed into the plush cushion as you spread yourself as wide as you could for him. Usually, Gojo would enjoy taking this time to lick your sweet cunt clean but he was barely holding on himself after what he witnessed.

The tip of his cock teased your lips, before he slipped himself inside you with ease, coating his entire length with your arousal. Your eyes widened as you looked at him over your shoulder with slight panic.

“Satoru, you’re not wearing a…”

“I’ll pull out…” he replied, holding your hips up before snapping roughly into you.

You were dizzy, completely functioning on your urges without giving logic any thought. If it was anyone else, you would have stopped but Gojo wasn’t just anybody and the man had quite the control over his own body.

You cried out feeling your walls clench around him. He was moving hard and fast, fucking you roughly on his sofa, with every push harder than the last and leaving your legs trembling as you tried your best to hold yourself in place for him.

He drags his length out of you, ensuring that you felt every inch before wildly plunging back inside. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs against your stockings, your nails digging into the sofa as you whimpered.

Your drenched cunt made it so much easier for Gojo to fuck you but his slightly sadistic mind was forcing you to feel it more.

Your toes curled inside your pointed heels, your back arching as speckles of black clouded your vision. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hips jerked when your orgasm compounded into you, making you drop down to your forearms as you were unable to counter your explosive release.

Gojo was covered in your juices and with a few sloppy thrusts he finally pulled himself out before finishing himself off by pumping spurts of cum all over your back, decorating your outfit with his release.

The man didn’t stop there. Instead, he flipped you onto your back bringing his hands to the buttons of the top half of your dress and ripping it apart.

Your chest was bare, covered in a bra that he tugged down until it was resting underneath your breasts. He brought his insatiable lips to your mound, rolling your pointed nipple between his thumb and index finger before closing his mouth over the other nub.

You were shaking underneath him, unable to handle any more stimulation as he pinched one nipple and peppered the other with kitten licks.

Gojo did it until he was hard again, leaving marks all over your breasts as he pushed himself inside you. He held your legs apart but you barely had anymore energy to keep up with him. Instead you kept him motivated with your pleasured mewls, praising him for all his glory.

“ Harder, please…harder….”

Gojo stopped, holding himself inside you and feeling you pulsate against him. He ensured to drag the seconds out making you whimper with impatience as you were desperate to have him continue.

“ Gojo-saaan…” you pleaded, tears pricking  your eyes as you wailed for mercy. “Don’t stop fucking-ahhhhhhh …”

You couldn’t even finish until he was thrusting inside you again. Fucking you to the heavens and back with the same intensity he did earlier. When he pulled out of you as he climaxed, he finished himself off all over your cunt, marking you with his essence.

***

Steam covered the glass door surrounding you, the warmth engulfing your body as you and Gojo stood in the hot shower together. Your body was sore but in the most pleasant way possible and you allowed the water droplets to massage your skin, closing your eyes as you exhaled and enjoying the amazing pressure from Gojo’s  shower.

You only opened your eyes when you felt Gojo’s large palm on your stomach, bringing you into his torso as he leaned down and kissed your ear.

“Did you have fun?”

The knot in the pit of your stomach twisted, sending shivers down your back from his question. He treated you with so much kindness after you both slept together. He sang you praises, telling you over and over how good you were to him as he took his time to clean you up, not allowing you to even lift a single finger while he used the time to focus on taking care of you instead.

You turned around to face him, your eyes gazing up at that unjustifiably handsome face that was uncovered because he had his hair slicked back.

“Surprisingly, I did…” you teased with a smile, placing your hands on him, as you delicately traced your fingers up and down his forearms.

His height was overbearing now that you didn’t have your heels on, and the sorcerer found himself tilting down just to look at you. His fingers pressed into your lower back as the silence filled the space between you both. Gojo used it as an opportunity to bring his lips down to meet yours, indulging himself with a kiss. He picked you up in his strong arms, before holding you against the grey tile of his bathroom wall. You moaned into his mouth, playing with his tongue as your hands reached for his neck.

“So, tell me, angel… ” he whispered into your mouth in between a kiss. “What kind of fantasies do you have?”

“Uhm, I don’t really have any fantasies…”

You felt his fingers underneath your chin, tilting your head back so you were looking him in the eye.

“You know, if you tell me , I can return the favor…” he stated, flashing his pearly whites as he gave you an easy grin.

“You’ll think it’s stupid…”

“Try me.”

You rested your head against the tile, playing with the back of Gojo’s hair as you cleared your throat.

“Uhm, so , back in college there was this professor that I had. He was extremely good looking, I think everybody in our class had a crush on him. I realised I did too because everytime I would try speaking with him, I always jumbled up my words or said the wrong thing. It was super awkward…I mean, he wasn’t awkward but I definitely was…”  

A small laugh escaped you but Gojo was still listening attentively.

“Anyway, I never told anyone. I was with Haru and always felt like I was being a terrible girlfriend because I was just so attracted to my professor. He was also the sweetest guy, was married and had three kids…” you sighed as Gojo grazed his hand across your thigh, blushing before admitting, “…but I used to think about him taking me on his desk all the time. Like, it got to the point where I had to drop his class because he was too much of a distraction…”

Gojo chuckled, “oh, you dirty slu-OW!”

You tugged at his earlobe, pouting to stop yourself from laughing at his snide comment.

“That’s what you get,” you replied, before loosening your grip and dropping your hand to his pecs.

“Relax, it takes a slut to know one. There is no need to get offended!” he teased, shifting the joke onto himself and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Okay, so you’ve got a little thing for a teacher/student scenario?”

“Just a little…”

Gojo brought his lips to your neck, planting small kisses upwards until he murmured against your ear.

“As a teacher myself, it will be my utmost pleasure to be your sensei for an evening,”

“You don’t have to…”

“You're not forcing me, angel. I want to,” Gojo insisted, his lips now hovering above yours. “Besides, I’m your friend, right ? We take care of each other, that’s what friends do.”

You nodded in agreement, your eyes dropping down to his lips as you patiently waited to taste him on your tongue.

“Since you did a stellar job with me tonight, let me do the same for you… ” he whispered, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and nipping at it gently.

You squeezed your legs tighter around his torso as you held him close, feeling faint when Gojo kissed you again like he was pulling the oxygen straight out of your lungs.

And yet, you had no desire to let him go.

***

CHAPTER 13: SPINNING