#also what sets bj apart to me is that he's the only one who wears non-army clothes as standard

[tiredandoptimistic]

Genuinely one of my favorite details in MASH is how every character manages to display their unique identity through clothes, despite the uniform. They've all got a couple personal garments of civilian clothing mixed in with their preferred ways of modifying their fatigues, and that's so cool.

Hawkeye wears his undershirt untucked and his overshirt unbuttoned, plus he removed his epaulettes (Trapper is more or less the same). Radar has his overshirt unbuttoned but still tucks in his undershirt, and he wears that iconic hat that's definitely not standard regulation. Henry has his fishing gear or college sweater, and only pulls out the proper uniform shirt and hat if big brass are coming to camp. Frank and Charles both button and tuck in their shirts, but Frank usually wears his hat while Charles does not. Potter buttons his shirt, but never tucks it in. Margaret starts out dressing pretty uniform standard, but by the later seasons she usually replaces her shirt with a sweater or sweatshirt of some kind. Klinger, of course, has a variety of iconic fits.

BJ is definitely the most dramatic example, and it feels very intentional that by the later seasons the only part of his uniform he wears are the pants. He's got his iconic pink henley, plus an army shirt he made into a vest or a pair of red suspenders. He never even wears combat boots, it's converse all the way for him! To top it all off, he's got overlong hair and a goofy mustache; that man is showing disrespect for army regulations in every aspect of his physical appearance. It's very similar to Klinger, in my opinion; except BJ skipped right past the veneer of trying to prove he's crazy to "this is what I want to wear and I won't let this fuckass institution police how I'll present myself"

There's just so much character in how all of them choose to express themselves, despite living in a situation intent on stripping them of their individual humanity! I could do individual character analysis for all of their outfits, even though they're supposedly wearing the same thing.

[minnieves]

bj daniel part two and three

new to the bj series? see here for the guide.

warnings: voyeurism, filming, masturbation, degradation, and whining.

summary: the person being watched is also watching another. you're only doing your job. you've done this to others. there's something about daniel that makes you question your own professionalism.

you sat down on your chair behind his desk. daniel has a different filming room in his apartment. being the top streamer on the bj app makes a lot of money. even small streamers with less than 500 subs earn more than minimum wage. what more this man?

"here," he offered. handing you a bottled water before changing his attire. you opened your tablet to check on his account. finishing setting his live up.

bj daniel's live countdown...

"this would be a quick session," you remind him. setting up a 30-minute timer for him. he told you that he needed to fix his mother's birthday surprise. picking some lube and toys that he might want to use. "are you going to use a flesh light?"

"no, not today," he told you. shouting from behind his changing area. you took some vibe to place it behind his desk. grabbing some towels for later. "i'll talk for 10 minutes, then do a 20 minute session."

"sure, i'll remind you on it," you told him. sitting back down as he appear in your line of vision. pretrnding to busy yourself on your device. checking emails and preparing his live. you can feel his gaze on you, but you don't want to show any response. "it's 5 minutes before your live."

"i'm always thankful for you," he said in a sweet voice. clicking away in his computer. probably browsing on his page. reading comments like he usually does. "my darling y/n."

"have you planned about your birthday special?" you asked him. ignoring his endearment so that it won't get into you. you can't afford to loose this job. if that means acting naive, you'll do it. "i'll gather a list regarding the requests that you received, and what your viewers want."

"actually, i've been thinking of doing a collab," he said. making you stop from scrolling. head raising to look at him. he was already staring at you. like he was reading your expression before smiling. you tilt your head to appeal 'confused'. "they're quite famous too."

"oh? who do you have in mind?" you asked. words slow from one another. like you're threading them to not seem so shocked. your mind going through every bj he might've interacted with. is it ben? terry? kamal? steve? woo? "i'll personally talk to them."

"thanks. do you know bj moa?" he asked. making you lick your lips. thankful for the mask that your wearing that he wouldn't be able to see how you bit your lip out of nervousness. "couldn't find anything on them. not responding to me either."

"you're going live in 29 seconds," you said after checking your screen. giving him enough time to put his mask on. fingers combing his hair like he's nervous. sitting up from his seat as he does. "and you're live."

bj daniel is live...

you glanced at the whiteboard beside you as daniel greets his viewers. pretending to scan his comment section while your chest is hammering. you wanted to check bj moa's page, but doesn't want to get caught by him.

you watch him flirt with his viewers. he's not talking to you, but you feel like he is. you feel delusional while sitting here despite being professional. he's a smooth talker. having a way with his words.

"what am i thinking about?" he reads. tilting his head to the side. he's wearing a mask but you know damn well that this guy is smirking under that mask. "i'm thinking of you. always."

you roll your eyes at his comment. his eyes looking st your direction when you did before looking back. he's always watching you. he placed your chair there so that he can watch you. your expression, body language, chair shifting, writing, everything. he makes you his gauge for how well he does.

"i look pretty? of course, my darling is watching. can't have you looking at other bjs now, can't i?" he said. subtly looking at you while he 'smiles'. seeing that you're gesturing him that his 10 minutes is up. "you know what's prettier?" he asked, glancing elsewhere.

you watch him through the screen. he could also see himself, but he can't read the comments when he's that far. thus relaying on you when he gets too deep. he moved his chair slightly towards the side, so that his ear bud won't be seen by the viewers.

you watched as he strip down through the screen. removing everything else but his tank top. you stoop up to move the camera towards him. it's not seen in the stream. hovering it over his head so that it won't catch you whispering commands as necessary.

"say hi 'daniel'," he said. holding his cock in one hand as he slowly moves his cock up and down. slow movements as he reads the comments — hearing them from you. "let's lube it a little."

he squirt some lube on his cock. spreading it around it. making squelching sound as he does. eyes looking at the screen to see himself. eyes darting at you who's watching your screen with your legs crossed.

"looks quite red doesn't it?" he said. his hand curling around his tip. playing on it as he applies more pressure on it. his other hand moving his hair out of the way. "your lips would look good around this."

you licked your lips from his comment. you can't move too much since he gets easily distracted. you don't want him to know how his words make you squirm.

"move your hips," you told him. making his hips slowly thrust on his hand. his head thrown aback as he slowly fucks his hand. his precum leaking on his tip from his movement. "show your hard cock to the camera."

"look how hard i am," he said. he sounded like he was pouting from under his mouth. the tips he's receiving is pouring more. relaying to him about this. "fuck, you're so pathetic. enjoying someone showing you how hard you made them? how sick."

you look at him. watching as he made his cock twitch despite being untouched. you want to touch it. want to be the one to pump it in front of everyone. you think about how bj moa would've done to him.

"that's it. only have those beautiful eyes on me," he said to the camera. you look away as he said those. making it feels like he was saying it directly to you. "don't get shy now. enjoy how i look. i know how desperate you are for me."

"someone tipped big to play with your balls," you told him. watching him tiredly pump his cock as he massage his balls. stretching the skin, know how hard and big they would be later.

"how about you play with them yourself instead of commanding me to?" he said. hand grasping from the balls to the base of his cock. stretching the skin as he shows his balls to the camera. you wonder what type of laser treatments he gets to be this hairless. "all talk, no work? aww, how pathetic."

"stop with the balls and play with your cock more," you told him as you scroll through the comments. he always gets comments about wanting to put his balls in their mouth. yourself included. "daniel, you have 10 more minutes."

"i've always liked how you say my name," he moaned. his hand gripping his cock as he moves. hips rolling in slow motions as he pumps his hand. one hand focusing on the tip as the other on his base. "makes me wonder how my personal whore would sound when moaning my name."

you held your breath as you listen to him. doing your best to not look up to him. making sure not to do anything reckless. he would notice. it feels like he has eyes everywhere, and would use that as an excuse to scold you later.

moans fill the room. they sound natural. like he wasn't forcing himself. they don't sound like cheap porn. more like an asmr type of moan. it sounds so clear and so nice. it also makes you wonder how his voice would sound like if he were to moan your name.

"show your cock before jacking off," you told him. there weren't much comments about it. but you want to see his red cock. always liking how cute his tip looks like. knowing how sensitive they are.

"so fucking needy," he said. his voice sounding like a growl as he shows his cock. looking at the fast comments as he does. he wrapped his hand around it once more. jacking off faster to ease himself. "want to see your holes dripping in cum. your body covered in my cum. you'd like that right? you nasty slut."

you gulp from his statement. eyes scanning the comments to keep yourself at bay. oh what you'd give to be able to touch yourself right now. eyes trained to his cock through the screen. watching how they twitch from his hand. your tongue occasionally licking your lips.

"you like that? being called a slut? a whore?" he said. his smirk audible. his mocking voice sounding airy since he's near his high. your screen viewing that he only have 5 minutes left. "how pathetic can you be? you're starting to look like my personal fuck toy."

you fix your seating on the chair. fingers racking at your hair as you continue to click the button to report some comments that is irrelevant to the live. like people selling their nudes, or people asking for money from other viewers.

"daniel," you called him. making him moan. this one is deeper. like they came from under his chest as his cock visibly twitching. you look at him. his eyes meeting yours. they were dark, almost predetorial like. "4 minutes left."

"fuck, say my name," he commanded louder. making you always say his name in defeat. your heart hammering in your chest as you watch him move his fist on his cock. "say it, say it, say it."

you look away. watching him close his eyes as he cums. his cum seeping down his fist as he moans. you damp a towel, placing it near him. opening a bottle of water. you walked away as he does his outro. grabbing an ice cream.

you check your tablet to make sure his live has ended. seeing as it did. you closed the cover on the camera as you move to the front. handing him his towel and water. you have his snack on the side. ice creams are his wont after every live.

"thanks y/n," he said softly. eating the ice cream as he watch you save his live. you'd do the captions later on. you look at him. with a nod before you went inside his bathroom. preparing his bath for him. "my y/n-ie is so caring towards me."

"shut up. this is literally my job," you remind him. pulling him up so that he could sit on the tub that you prepared. "go relax. call me if you need anything."

"you're the best!" he told you. giving you a weak smile as you exit. closing the door behind you. picking his discarded cloths to throw it in his hamper. preparing his towels for after his bath.

you fix his works space. wiping down his seat and sanitizing everything. you look at his computer to check what percentage the saving live is. you checked your phone to see updates and messages from your boss and his.

"don't forget the thing about bj moa!" he shouted from inside the bathroom. you sighed as you pack your things. putting your phone inside. opening the water he gave you earlier to drink from him. thinking about how you'd book bj moa. how can you book yourself when you're also the one monitoring his lives?

[folkloreguk]

an angel for a demon (3)

A/N: Here's the last part of this small series! You don't necessarily need to read all of them to understand this one, but it does probably make more sense if you do. As always, feedback is deeply appreciated! Have a good day x

genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), demon!bias, angel!reader, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), reader gives her first bj

words: ~ 6.7 k

PART1 (M)

PART2 (M)

“I’m going out to pick up some food and stuff, do you want to come along?” you heard him ask. You had your legs up against the wall, your back on the bed, and a magazine in your hands. The women on the pages had you gushing, on the verge of hypnotization. You swore if you looked at those infatuating pictures one minute longer, you’d be swallowed whole by them.

When you had worked your way through some science books and were still hungry for more to read, H/N had brought you some magazines, mostly about fashion but also gossip and lifestyle tips. Turns out letting a clueless angel read about what’s supposed to be good for women was not a smart idea. Up in the clouds, from where you used to watch earth’s women, they had all looked equal to you – beautiful, intelligent, and capable. Now, down in the reality of it all, things appeared much more complicated. Which angel could have known it took diets, workout routines, anti-aging creams and the perfect outfit for your body type to be viewed the same way you had always looked at women from above? And most importantly, how did any woman manage to uphold all these expectations the magazines named? It was all too much and seemingly impossible. Abruptly, you were pulled out of your train of thoughts.

“Y/N? Did you hear me?” he asked, peaking his head through the door. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry,” you said, putting down the magazine on your chest. “No, I’d like to stay here.”

“Alright,” he said, “Would you like me to bring you anything from the store?”

He walked over to you and sat on the bed. His hands softly brushed over your hair, down your cheek and neck, barely touching your collarbones. He was in his black, intimidating clothes, per usual, but his eyes held nothing but fondness for you.

“Actually, maybe there is something,” you said. “Look.”

You picked up the magazine and pointed at the page.

“Can you buy me a dress like this one? They say it would fit me best. And could you get some makeup for me? I don’t know much about it, but maybe you-“ you said. Usually, he was one to listen carefully to every of your words, as if you were the most interesting person he had ever met. This time, he interrupted you.

“Stop. Where is this coming from?” he asked. “I want you to forget all those things you’ve read in those magazines, okay?”

You were confused, thinking you were learning by reading those articles. Gently, he caressed your face. “You know I’ll buy you anything in the world, right? But only if that’s what youwant. Everything they tell you to do, everything they tell you to buy, it’s brainwashing. You will wear whatever dress you find pretty, and if you want to wear makeup, that’s fine. But you will only do those things if you want to do them, okay? There’s nothing you need to change about yourself.”

“But they say you need to start early to get a nice body, and to prevent aging,” you said. “They say men will admire me.”

“We’re immortal, my angel,” he said. “And even if we weren’t, what’s wrong with growing old? Wouldn’t you want the traces of your experiences to be visible on your skin? Those companies, they all just want your money and so they try to scare you into believing you’re not good enough. But truth is, you always are. All those times people tug on their skin in front of a mirror, or whenever they break a sweat trying to lose weight, or when they compare themselves to those who look different from them – they’re already good enough. They’re perfect. This worlds wants you to never be at peace with who you are. But you need to promise me you won’t succumb to those nonsensical tactics to make you hate yourself. And don’t you ever wait for a man to give you approval. That’s your job and your job only.”

You listened, wide-eyed and intrigued. No magazine could ever speak so honestly, and you believed every word he said. After all, you trusted him much more than some random author of an article that was trying to sell you the latest weight loss-magic-powder.

“Okay, I promise.” You sat up and leaned your head against his shoulder. “I’ve never even really thought about it, but I think I’m pretty.”

“Not thinking about it might just be the best way to go about it in this world,” he said, and placed a kiss on your forehead. The feeling of warmth lingered on your skin seconds after he had already pulled away.

“I change my mind, then,” you said, “Do you think you can get me a dress like this?”

You showed him a different picture this time. It showed a lot more skin than the one you had pointed out before. You only realized this when he was already smirking at your choice.

“I’ll see what I can find,” he said. “That’s an interesting option, angel.”

“Hey! I just like the color, alright?” you defended yourself, making him chuckle. Over the course of four weeks, you had come to know his insinuations and his little jokes better. But at the same time, you couldn’t deny the incredible sensation his eyes on you gave you. When he goggled at you because you had decided to wear his shirt for a day, or the way he watched you welcome him with open arms when he came home.

You now understood that certain words or actions, or even just an article of clothing – or lack thereof – could conjure an insatiable hunger in his eyes. At first, it was a little scary, having a demon stare you down as if he wanted to eat you up. But now that you knew what his hands felt like on your skin, and that his lips were made for much gentler actions than to hurt you, you wanted nothing more than to coax the starving demon into playing with you, any chance you got. And perhaps that dress in the catalogue would do just that, and not only bring you joy. It was a win-win, really.

“I’ll be back in the afternoon,” he said. “Don’t miss me too much.”

“You know I always do,” you said.

“I’ll give you all the missed attention when I get home, alright?” he said, bending down to your ear. “You can have whatever you want, then.”

To be honest, half of the time you didn’t know what you wanted him to do. But with every time his hands explored your body you learned more. There were so many things humans did to make each other feel good, you doubted you’d ever be able to try everything. His promise made you wish he was already back home when he had barely stepped out of the door. One last grin and nod and he left you alone.

What did angels do on a Saturday noon? Usually, you’d be patrolling your village, entertaining yourself by watching children play tag, admiring lovers walking hand in hand or discovering a family that had just adopted a small animal. Their human eyes shined when they felt happiness, and it was infectious to you. You wanted to send your blessing to all of them, make sure they never felt anything but delight, but you knew that wasn’t how business worked down there. Some things were even out of your control. Now, on earth, you were ready to take whichever hardships were to come if it meant you could have been with your demon lover.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You had only gotten up an hour ago. Last night, you had been kept awake for long. He was untiring when he was between your legs. You had learned that he didn’t need nearly as much sleep as you did, and when he set his mind to making you come by his administrations, he didn’t waver to do so. But losing sleep in exchange for pleasure was okay with you. Time became meaningless, either way, when you had your face buried in a pillow, tears threatening to spill over from how good he made you feel. Sometimes he made you come while sitting in his lap, then you’d cling to him like a baby and muffle your whimpers by pressing your lips against the skin of his shoulder. He loved telling you ‘Look at me’ right when you were falling. It was hard to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head or not to collapse in his arms, but for him you would try your best. Often you found your thoughts lingering on the memory of his gaze when you came apart under his touch. It had something of fascination and protectiveness, and you’d never get enough of it.

Great, now you wanted him again. And he wasn’t here. How had you gotten this way? On occasion you wondered if one of the other angels had already spotted you and the sins you were committing. You wouldn’t call them sins now, or ever again. It wasn’t like you wanted to adapt to a demon lifestyle. But you felt at home for the first time, here on earth. It was the perfect grey zone between heaven and hell.

As an attempt to appease your needy mind, you picked up your magazine again. Just because you shouldn’t believe everything they said didn’t mean you shouldn’t have read it at all, right? You flipped through articles on fitness and the newest fashion, but after skimming the pages for only a few seconds, you were done with those tips. He wanted you because of who you were – an angel – and you doubted than any beauty routine could make him more obsessed with you than he already was. But then you read something most curious to your angel eyes. ‘How to make him feel best – tips from a porn star’ the title said. Whatever in the heaven a porn star was, they seemed to be some sort of expert on pleasuring men, and you, always eager to learn something new, were intrigued from the very first word.

But soon you had to admit, you weren’t at all sure what they were referring to with those words and actions. When you and your demon boyfriend had sex, he usually did most of the work, while you took whatever teasing or pleasure he inflicted on you. He had said he liked it this way, but now you weren’t so sure. Or was this ‘10 things to do become a blowjob-pro’ – list just another attempt of society to brainwash women? You weren’t one to initiate talk about sexual stuff, but maybe you’d try to question him on the meaning of what you had read.

You flipped another page and finally you had arrived at a page you could work with. It was a bunch of comfort food recipes. Right away you fell in love with the picture of the freshly baked cinnamon rolls in the top right corner. H/N had promised you to teach you how to cook, but so far you hadn’t made much progress. The difficulty level read beginner, and five minutes later you stood in the kitchen. With some music in the background your enthusiasm only sparked more. Baking was new and came with slight overwhelmingness and the stress of making sure you weren’t forgetting to add any ingredient. But the Christmassy scent of cinnamon and the feeling of making something from scratch made you happy, and with rapt attention you finished your first completed recipe ever.

You wiped some flour off your forehead. Hopefully H/N would like the cinnamon rolls too, because as tasty you found your creation, there was no way you were able to devour them all by yourself. As if on cue, you suddenly heard the key slide into the lock of the front door. Probably prompted by the heavenly scent, he called your name.

“Here,” you answered, mouth full of a bite of cinnamon roll. When he walked in, he already had his famous smirk on his face. It was your favorite. You knew it was reserved only for you.

“What did you make?” he asked. But he had his answer when he saw the baked goods in front of you. He set down the bags and put his arms on your waist from behind. With a hum, you lifted the cinnamon roll to his lips, and he took a bite. He almost moaned at the taste and you grinned.

“Do you like them?” you asked, already knowing the answer but still awaiting more praise. You squealed a little at how quickly he spun you around. His nose touched yours and your heartbeat raced.

“It’s like they came with you straight from heaven,” he said. “Hmm…I missed my angel.”

His lips when he kissed you tasted like sugar and spice and you melted straight into his touch. You only noticed he had run his finger over the gooey leftover icing when it was already too late. He was a demon after all. And if demons were good at one thing, it was causing mischief.

“Hey,” you protested at his hands on your neck. Then your reaction quickly altered as his finger slid lower, down to your collar bones and to where your low-cut shirt started. “Great, now I’m all sticky.”

You didn’t understand at first that messing with you wasn’t his full intention. But he tilted his head to the side and ran his hot tongue over the icing on your skin, and you gasped suddenly. This wasn’t just a joke. He wanted you. He made a humming noise, as if the sweetness combined with your own taste were only complimenting each other. When he pulled down the neckline of your shirt a little, so he could have every last drop of the sugary substance on your skin, you couldn’t help but whimper. You wanted so desperately for him to do it again, that you thought about sticking your own fingers into the bowl of icing and smearing it on your chest. His eyes were playful when he looked up at your reaction.

“Oh no. If you’re all sticky I guess you’ll need a shower, will you?” he said, “What a coincidence. I was thinking of taking one, just now.”

You had never taken a shower with him, or anyone, for that matter. But you had a feeling that the both of you wouldn’t be keeping to yourself, standing naked in front of each other. You didn’t mind. And you guessed your approval was written on your face, because he pulled you in and kissed you hard. Again, you remembered the article you had read. Was now a good time to ask him about it?

While you were contemplating, his tongue slid over your bottom lip and met yours. You had been too shy to ask before, but now you were speechless. Gently, he grabbed your hand and led you out of the kitchen and into the hallway. You were a mess of lips and tongues and hands and feet stumbling over each other. Every few meters you stopped to push yourself close against him. It was like a game of who could go without kissing each other for longer. And you were both lousy at it.

He loved pushing you up against the wall, trapping you between his arms on each side of your head. This way, he could brush up against your shaking body and you had nowhere left to go. Needless to say, you had no intentions of getting away, no matter what. He knocked the breath out of your lungs, and you kissed him back like you could breathe him in instead. As if he had become your new source of oxygen, or whatever it was you really needed to survive. It these moments, air seemed like a subsidiary matter. So long as you had his hot tongue licking down your neck and his busy hands on your ass under your dress, nothing else truly mattered.

Your kisses were open-mouthed and far more confident than they had been only weeks ago. You now knew how much he liked when you grabbed his hair tightly, or when you whispered his name against his devouring lips, as if it was the only word you had ever been taught. Like it was the only word you ever wanted to know. Before you had even made it to the bathroom, half of your clothes were scattered somewhere along the way.

“I can’t believe I just had you yesterday and here I am already missing you this much again,” he mumbled against your earlobe, teeth playing with your soft skin. “You really are otherworldly. There’s no other explanation.”

His words made you feel proud. The pleasure was one thing you had come to love quickly, but then you noticed the power you could have over him, by merely existing. It was almost unbelievable, but there he was, hard and needing you, day by day. Again, your mind wandered off to the magazine article.

“Can I ask you something?” Your voice must had been different from your usual timid tone when you were in the middle of something unholy.

“Anything, angel,” he said. He let his lips linger on your cheek, half an inch from your mouth, and your stomach twisted in how badly you wanted him to sip on your lips like he was starving.

“Do you like always doing everything when we- ,“ you said. He gave you a puzzled expression, so you tried to explain yourself better. “I mean, if you ever want me to do more, you can ask me to. I don’t know everything yet, but I can learn.”

You weren’t even sure if you understood what the heaven you had just stammered. His look reminded you of the one he had when you asked him to buy him the dress and the makeup that morning.

“I love what we have, little angel,” he said, “What’s making you think you need to do anything differently?”

How were you supposed to explain what you had read when you hadn’t even properly grasped it yourself? You opted for taking his hand and walking him to the bedroom. There the magazine still lay, like an ancient cursed book you weren’t sure you wanted to know front to back. You picked it up and quickly handed him the article. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you opted to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

His lips curled into a devilish grin upon eyeing the page, and you thought the ground might swallow you whole. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all and spared yourself the embarrassment. But at the same time, you were eager to know.

“I thought I told you, magazines are just trying to make you doubt yourself,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“I know, but if there’s anything I can do to make you feel as good as you make me feel, I want to do it,” you confessed. He bent down, cupping your face.

“No one’s ever felt as good to me as you have, angel,” he said, “You’re heaven to me. Do you understand that?”

With your mouth squished together slightly, you nodded your head that was in his hands.

“By the devil, you’re so adorable,” he said. “If you really want to know, though, I’ll show you.”

Even more eagerly, you nodded again. He chuckled. You couldn’t handle how handsome he was – all messy hair, bare chest and black eyes that made you dream of the most unholy things possible.

“You remember how I kiss you…down there?” he asked. You hummed, cheeks on fire. “And how I’ve asked you to put your hands on my cock before?”

You did. But it had been brief, only a few pumps and small touches, until he had become too needy. You had been whining so deliciously for him to fuck you and so he had to have you on the spot.

“In the way you touched me then…you could use your mouth on me. Make me come with your perfect lips and sweet hands,” he said. “If that’s what you want, too.”

“I do!” you said with enthusiasm that only an angel at the feasibility of making someone’s day could bring on. “Let’s postpone that shower.”

The pride in his eyes lasted for approximately two seconds before the raw hunger replaced it. He climbed onto the bed and pat his thighs. On command, you settled on his lap. The simple feeling of his bulge under your center, even if interrupted by some fabric, made your head dizzy and your stomach drop. You kneaded your hands, not sure where to touch him first. But just as he always did to you, you had the impulse to start by his head and go lower from there. Although you were on top of him, he looked amused at your shy eyes.

“Can I kiss your neck, like you always kiss mine?” you asked.

“Be my guest,” he said, grinning like he had just won the lottery. Your lips met his skin and you used your tongue the way you had felt him do it. His scent was intoxicating. It made the empty bedsheets you breathed in sometimes, when he left in the middle of the night for his demon antics, seem like nothing. You used your hands to stabilize yourself as you moved lower. The hiss he let out when you felt up on his abs and waistline almost scared you. Then you realized it was a good sign. Only for the blink of an eye you dared to graze your teeth on his skin. His reaction was immediate.

“Shit,” he cussed, “That’s my angel.”

So, he liked that. You couldn’t wait to tease him by biting him in the future. Provoking a demon would have sounded like something close to a death wish to you, had you thought about it months ago. Now, with a demon as tame as they come beneath you, the thought only excited you. As he liked to do, you touched him through his boxers while you continued your journey down his chest and stomach. The guttural moan he released made your head spin and you never wanted him to be quiet. Usually, you weren’t in a mind state to notice his groans, or your own noises were covering his.

“You’re doing so good, little angel,” he said, short of breath. Once again, your effect on him surprised you. Where was the intimidating, big bad demon you had been taunted by?

“I’m gonna fuck you so well for this,” he said, “Even the angels in heaven will hear you scream. Wouldn’t you like that?”

There he was. You pressed your legs together at the simple mention of him inside of you, but if he thought you were going to answer, he’d be waiting endlessly. You still had enough respect for your angels not to think of them in this moment. Nonetheless you hummed weakly. When you got to his hipbone, you hesitated. You drowned out your doubts by kissing him there, while you contemplated what to do next. Your hand was still wrapped around his clothed cock. It was rock hard, and a wet spot had formed on the fabric from how much he needed you. When your touch became softer, and you pulled your hands away slowly, he lifted his hips, not wanting you to stop. You supposed this was the part where you took off his boxers. At least he didn’t complain when you pulled them off his legs, so you assumed you were still on the right track.

Watching his face for signs of approval, your hand wrapped around his length. He almost seemed electrified at your touch. His jaw dropped slightly, and his hooded eyes somehow appeared even darker than usual.

“Just like that,” he said, “And now move your hand up and down.”

So you did. As you regarded your hand around his shaft, all you could think about was how it used to be. How did your hands, that were usually folded neatly in your lap while you looked down on earth, end up doing such ungodly things? And how come you didn’t even for a second feel guilty?

“Angel, you’re so good to me,” he moaned. Angel. That’s what he loved to emphasize. But was that what you were, still? Maybe you would simply stop putting yourself in a box. Perhaps you were just you, doing what you felt was right and would make you happy. And right now, having a demon clench his fists in your hair and saying your name in that tone, you couldn’t think of a lot of incidents that had made you happier. Was this the part where you should use your mouth? You weren’t sure, but your eyes jumped from his cock to his face and it caught his eyes.

“You can take me in your mouth if you want. If you ever feel like stopping, just do so,” he encouraged you, “But remember, no teeth there, okay?”

You grinned and nodded. You parted your lips and your tongue placed kitten licks on the underside of his member. When you reached the top, you took him between your lips, mirroring the motion of your hands around him. You were surprised at how comfortable you were, when ten minutes ago you were ready to personally descend to hell from embarrassment. There was something enticing about the power you possessed in that moment. You understood humans just a little better, once again. Knowing that the way he bucked his hips and his groans were caused by you and only you had you smiling inwardly. It was a way you had never caught yourself smile before. You felt brave, and like you could do anything, with a demon so at your pity.

It didn’t take long for you to figure out where he was most sensitive. Whenever you pressed your tongue against the tip of his cock, he let out a sigh. It was almost like relief, as if he had been waiting for you all his life. And now here you were, granting him all his wishes. You bobbed your head, but kept your attention on his sweet spot, his moans just too delightful not to evoke them on purpose.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he said. Often, you looked up at him. His lids fluttered from the pleasure, but he seemed to like it when you made eye contact. For a moment, you lifted your head, needing some air. Gently, he caressed your face, like you were made of precious porcelain.

“Which one of my dreams did you escape from, little angel?” he asked. You smiled sheepishly, lowering your head. Again, you wrapped your lips around his length. You wondered what he was thinking about. Was his mind as free from any worries as yours whenever he fucked you? Was he able to form any coherent thoughts or was his brain going into the same mental blackout you always experienced?

You continued the way you had, sucking the tip of his cock while your hand pumped him. From time to time, you took a breather and pulled away. Little did you know what you were doing to him. With the short intervals of your lips on him and the pauses in between, you unknowingly made everything more intense for him. It was a dangerous game of edging him you were playing, and you were outright unaware of it.

But why would he have complained? In that moment, you were his personal guardian angel, making sure all his needs were fulfilled. When he saw your lips, all red and puffy, he asked himself where you had been hiding all this time. You peeked up at him through your angel eyes and he felt his entire world become whole in front of him. He was completely and absolutely at your mercy, inebriated by your entire being. Never in his long time on earth had he seen someone so ravishingly beautiful, yet so unaware of their might. He swore to himself in that moment, he’d do anything to make you love him forever.

As divinely as you were treating him, he suddenly wanted you in a different way. And if you continued your sweet actions, he wasn’t sure if that would still be possible. He gently cupped your head, making you look up. You hummed in question.

“You’re doing so well,” he said, “Let me give back to you, won’t you? Does my angel want some attention, too?”

You would have been lying if you said you weren’t practically touch-starved at this moment. And having been taught to always be truthful, you nodded before you even knew it.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, “Why don’t you take off the rest of your clothes?”

When you got up to slip out of your dress, your legs were weak. You hadn’t even done anything, and yet your body felt heavy. All you wanted was to go back to him and have him so close, it felt like he could have been a part of you. As much as you had felt on top of the world minutes ago, his hungry eyes made you shrink inwardly. But it wasn’t out of fear. It was almost admiration, or rather anticipation. You knew he knew your body inside out, and you couldn’t wait for him to prove it to you.

“Come here, angel,” he said. You climbed back onto the bed. “Turn around for me, okay?”

You were on your knees, sitting up right, facing the headboard. His breath on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine. Then his hands snaked around your body from behind you. A small whimper left your lips when he ran them down your chest, fingers drawing small shapes on your breasts. They continued their way down your stomach and to your parted thighs. The cold air was hitting your dripping core, and had you not had enough self-control, you would have moaned at the mere sensation of his fingertips on the inside of your thigh. But maybe that was just what he was waiting for. After all, he was still taking his time with you. But in this instance, you knew what you wanted, and more importantly when you wanted it.

“Please,” you said. You weren’t sure what to say but starting with a ‘please’ was never a mistake.

“Please what?” he asked. You couldn’t see his face, yet you knew his devilish grin that must’ve been plastered on his face. He never missed a chance to make you shy. “Is this what you want?”

He slid two of his fingers down your slit slowly. It would forever be a mystery to you, how such a simple touch could put you in such a mental state of disarray. You whined at how needy you were, fighting the urge to press your legs together. In a second, his fingers were coated in your juices. When he pressed them against your opening, but didn’t push any further, your head spun with frustration. An impulse yelled at you to grab his hand and show him how you wanted him, but you sensed there was a specific aim in his teasing. Above that, you weren’t close to that brave. Purposely lightly, he rubbed circles onto your clit. Your head fell back onto his shoulder and your breaths came out in little, desperate noises.

Before meeting him, you never knew this sort of inability to control your body. Having power over your motions was an obviousness to you. But as with so many things in life, you had been wrong. Or rather, you had not known better. Now, with his lips brushing over the side of your exposed neck, you were willing to let him do whatever he wanted to do to you. If there was a noise or reaction he wanted to coax out of you, he could do so. And if evoking your little melodic whimper was his aim, he was on the right path, fingers teasing your pussy and flicking over your clit. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. In fact, he had a head so full of ideas of things you could do together, you doubted you’d ever start to get bored here.

“I want you…inside of me,” you said, surprising yourself. This was your desperate body taking control of your motor speech center, that little region in your brain that allowed you to let out what you wanted to say. Your cheeks were hot for only a moment, then you realized if it got you what you wanted so badly, speaking your mind was probably a fantastic idea. You should really do it more in the future, you thought.

“What my angel wants, my angel gets,” he said. Just for a few seconds, he moved his fingers much faster. You yelped at the sudden pleasure, your hand wrapping around his wrist. His other hand reached for your hand, softly taking it away as you became a whimpering puddle in his arms. You were ready to fall, give in to the pleasure and let go. It was what you so desperately wanted. But as quickly as it had begun, he removed his hands. His attention was gone, and you were left yearning for more.

“Lift your hips,” he said, softly touching your sides. A part of you wanted to cry out, hold him responsible for denying you your sweet release. But you knew it would be no use, and he would tell you to wait either way. You were still on your knees, but straightened up, arms hanging by your sides, waiting for his touch. He was right behind you, his upper body against yours. When you felt his cock run over your slick folds, you sighed at the awaited sensation. The stretch when he filled you up felt so perfect, so out of this world, you reached for his hand to hold on to.

“Why didn’t you ask me earlier if you wanted me so bad?” he asked. He squeezed your hand as his other pulled you flush against his back while he pushed himself further into you. He’d thrust against you for a while, only to pull out completely, and repeat the whole process. It was sending you into complete overdrive.

“Because I wanted to make you feel good,” you said. “Only you, for once.”

You moaned when he snapped his hips against your ass, picking up the pace. In an attempt to support your jittery legs, you grabbed the headboard in front of you. Your breathing came out in short huffs, uneven and a little shaky.

“You’re so sweet and selfless…my patient angel,” he said, his fingers coming in contact with your clit again. His touch was an allure to you, and you wished you could have stayed this way forever. No thoughts, just his body and his dark voice to sedate your mind. “I’ll give you anything you want. You know that, right?”

You hummed and nodded. “Yes. And I’ll do the same for you.” Your words were interrupted by your small whimpers. There had been a time you didn’t know what it felt like, when you didn’t even know there was a such thing of having someone inside of you. Now you couldn’t get enough of him. You were already so sensitive that every time he quickened his thrusts and moved his fingers on you slightly faster, he had you hanging right over the edge. And he could tell by the way you held your breath when you were close. He didn’t want you going there just yet.

“As much as I love your mouth around my dick, this is my favorite way of having you,” he said. He used both of his hands to dig into your sides, pulling your hips closer to him every time he dragged his cock through your walls. You agreed. Should any of your angels ever catch wind of this, they would ban you to earth – or worse, send you to hell. So be it, you thought. You’d be like your lover. One of the creatures of the darkness, thought to be the personification of sin. Even if they ripped your angel title from you, they could never steal away what you had now.

Yes, you were meddling with a demon, but also having the time of your life. It was vastly better than spending your days judging humans for being themselves and for humans living the true way they want to live, instead of abstaining from the simple pleasures of life. Their true colors shown, they weren’t harming anybody, but rather making the world a more acceptable and open-minded place. You aspired to be like them.

“This is my kind of heaven,” he said. It’s what he always called you. Heaven. He groaned when you clenched your walls around him, your inevitable high drawing closer.

“This is my new heaven…you are,” you replied. He chuckled darkly, probably relishing in your confession. The thought that he could make an angel reject the very place they should have belonged filled him with a sense of superiority.

“Look how well you’re taking me,” he said. His hand wrapped around your body, pulling you tighter. He slipped his hand between your legs again, and you almost felt like collapsing, had he not held on to you. On instinct, you closed your eyes and let the feeling crash over you.

“Let me see you come, little angel,” he spoke in your ear, just for you to hear. You would do anything for him. You quivered and buckled at the severity of the feeling, but he had you. Your moans were high and dragged out, as his digits pressed harder onto the sensitive nub on your center.

“Take just a little more for me, can you?” he asked. You obliged willingly, nodding your head while it was still full of nothingness. Even as he kept fucking you, it was pure bliss for another while. It made your legs shake a little, but you felt so safe there, in his embrace, the sensitivity was alright to handle. You could tell by how sloppy his thrusts were becoming that he was almost there, too. He was pressing you against his chest as if you were all he ever wanted. His moans sounded like home to you as he came. He said your name and bent forward, reaching for the headboard, but you both tumbled into the bedsheets together instead. You giggled at your shared clumsiness and you could feel his chest move from laughing as he was lying on top of your back.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he said, “You’re amazing.”

You turned your head and his lips brushed along your temple, kissing you softly. He brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes so you could look at him. Seeing his beautiful face had you falling into an even deeper state of serenity.

“I want to cuddle,” he said, and it was probably the sweetest thing you had ever heard a demon say. As he rolled off you, you followed his movements and settled in his embrace. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on your skin, but neither of you cared enough to get up just yet.

“I love what you’ve done to me,” you said.

“What is it I have I done to you?” he asked, fingers drawing nonsensical patterns on the side of your bare hips.

“You changed me. But not in a bad way. You let me be who I want to be and showed me that that’s okay,” you said, “You made me understand. Some sins aren’t that sinful at all.”

[obsessive-ego]

Just a little spit

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Nsft

Reader falls asleep during movie night and drools on beej, things get messy

It's been a long week, work was running you left, right and center, 8 hour shifts, 7 days in a row, so it was no surprised you were low energy, but tonight was movie night and tomorrow was a day off.

Movie night was a weekly occurrence in you little apartment, you've been looking forward to this night all week, exhausted as you were, you were powered by the idea of soon you'll be in comfy clothes and hanging out with you best friend. Changing into your pajamas, a baggy tshirt and boxers you feel as though a weight has been lifted.

"Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice" you say plainly, you've summoned the undead bastard more times then you can remember, so at this point it felt like second nature.

Your bedroom fills with a thick smoke, amazing how he never sets off any fire alarms, waving the smoke away from your face, trying not to cough, you're caught off guard by a multitude of hands grabbing you and pulling you into the soft stomach of the demon in question, 2 sets of arms hold you tight to his midsection as he spins you around with glee.

"Bought time I saw my sweet little breather~ babes did you miss me?"

You stumble about when he places you down, dizzy and trying to find your balance while the ghoul chuckles at you.

"Oh ho, look at you, all casual and comfy for me? Looking like a snack babes" he coos eyeing you up and down, you can feel a shiver run up your spine, his flirting always got to you, wither it was legit or not, it was incredibly easy for the demon to make you blush.

You catch beetlejuice staring, following his eyes you notice hes staring at your legs, before you say anything beetlejuice cuts in

"Didn't think you were wearing any pants there sugar, your shirt hid those cute little boxers from me, kinda bummed you're not just in a shirt and panties for your old pal mr beebleboose" he snorts out an awful cackle

"Are we gonna watch a movie or are you just gonna be an ass all night?" You huff out

"I can do both" the ghoul shrugs, following you to the living room

Beetlejuice flops down on the couch "so besides you, what's on tonight's menu?"

"I was thinking final destination?" You ask waving the dvd case around

"YES! A bunch of breathers getting torn apart for cheating death, an excellent choice my dear Y/n"

You couldnt help but smile at his reaction,

"Oh! What about-"

Ding dong

Beetlejuice just stares at you, you smile "one step ahead of you my friend"

The ghoul gives you a smug grin, grabbing your hand and leading you to the door "got me without a plan sweet stuff, but your pal is the king of improv, I got a trick I've been saving that's really gonna get your knees weak, watch and be amazed" the ghoul then drops his coat around your shoulders, you weren't quite sure why, was it because you were in your pajamas? That you look alittle exposed? Was it a pride thing for him? To have you wrapped in his coat in front of a complete stranger? Who knows with beetlejuice, if it wasnt one thing it was another. The coat didn't exactly help cover much past your baggy shirt, in fact it emphasized the idea you weren't wearing any pants, oh well.

The ghoul swings open the door with glee, practically buzzing with excitement, you couldnt help but feel excited, it was always contagious when beetlejuice was in this type of mood.

It was a miracle that you were still able to get take out, with the amount of times beetlejuice has scared the piss out of the delivery guys, it was a surprise you havent been blocked. But it wasnt like anyone would believe the stories they would tell.

"Pizza for l/n"

"That's me, Thanks man" beetlejuice took the pizza from the guy and handed it to you,

"Hey, sweet stuff, what you order?" The ghoul asks without turning to face you, before you could respond beetlejuice snapped his fingers, your body goes ridged

"Pepperoni, bacon, and snakes" you rattle off nonchalantly, with beetlejuice puppeting you.

"Snakes?" The delivery man responds

Coming back to your senses, you eagerly await what's next.

"Snakes" with that beetlejuice collapses into a pile of black and white striped snakes, you jump at the sight, they begin to slither towards the delivery man, who straight up screeches and blots away.

You hear Beetlejuice's awful laugh, not sure where, as the snakes pile back into the demon you knew.

"Such a beautiful sound, right babes?so, What do ya think sweets? Dont think I didnt see you jump" he snorts out an awful cackle, while you shrink with embarrassment.

Beetlejuice wraps an arm around your shoulders "I'll let it slide sugar, cuz you look so sweet in my jacket, keep it on for the rest of the night and give me a 10 on my performance, and I wont tease ya about being scared" he chuckles squishing his cheek against yours, his scruffy beard scratching your face, he could probably hear your heart hammering away in your chest, you sigh trying to regain what little dignity you had left.

"I have to say bj, that was amazing, you really outdid yourself, a perfect 10"

The moment the words left your mouth you felt the ghoul's grip tighten around you,

"You're too kind, and correct about me being a perfect 10" he flashes you his big fangs, you couldnt help but laugh.

...

You really enjoyed these nights with beetlejuice, unfortunately you're second wind of energy was about to run out, you could barely keep your eyes open, it was bad enough you're already leaning against the ghoul in question, which you were teased with.

"My jacket not enough sweets? You want to get into my pants next?" He snickers, you were really too tired to counter that comment, instead you just mumble something unintelligible and refuse to make eye contact.

The ghoul drapes an arm around you out of habbit, how you would lean against him in the summer to cool off, streaks of pink flashes through his hair as he enjoyed your warmth, your scent, you. He adored your movie nights, just you and him, he would never admit it, but simple things like this, the whole domestic thing, with you, was almost enough to get his undead heart pumping. His perfect little breather, no idea what he did to deserve you, nice, funny, and hot, now if he could get you to confess you love him first then he'd be set, but just like him you are a coward when it came to such things, but beetlejuice can wait, for now.

Snapped from his thoughts, when he clues back into what was happening in the film, he smiles.

"Oh sugar, this is the best part- oh" turning to you, he huffs out a small laugh, you were out cold.

"I'm I that boring sweetheart? Or is it the film?" He chuckles

This wasnt the first time you've done this, beej constantly complained about how hard you worked and how tired it made you, but yet would never complain when youd pass out on him, but teasing was a different ball game, he adored seeing your face scrunch up in embarrassment, how funny you sounded as you try to babble out an excuse, the demon knew you liked him, but still adored messing with you due to how funny your reactions were.

The demon was brought back from his musings with the feeling of a unfamiliar warmth on his shoulder and arm where your head rested. Closer inspection, you were drooling in your sleep, beej couldnt help but smile at this, you are NOT gonna hear the end of that, he chuckles.

You shift in your sleep, and let out a soft groan, the ghoul let's out a desperate sigh, such a beautiful sound, just enough to get his motor running.

Yes beetlejuice had a soft spot for you, but he was a very sexual being, the amount of times the ghoul has spied on you during private times were more then he could remember, the amount of times he's jerked it to the thought of you were also more then he could count, god slash satan he wanted to pound you into the mattress so bad, have you yell out praises on how good a lover he was. It's been awhile since he cleaned his pipes, with your soft warm form pressed up against him, now seems like a pretty good time, the idea of being caught was always a nice thrill, to have you catch him, may be youd be flattered and join in, as impossible as that fantasy was, it was a nice thought.

Without much further convincing, beetlejuice had already pulled his cock from his trousers, and lazily began stroking it with a third hand, the others were busy with you, on draped around you shoulders, the other absentmindedly circling the spot of drool you had made on his shoulders. Every soft noise you made, every sigh, every groan, every mumble you uttered in your sleep was fuel to the fire of the ghoul's arousal.

Stifling a groan he utters "you have no idea what you do to me sweets" still circling the drool spot you made on his shoulder, shifting a bit in you sleep, his finger slips into your mouth, the demon was quick to retreat his hand in fear youd wake up, you only scrunch up you face in response. Beetlejuice let's out a breath he didnt know he was holding, not that he needed to breath, yes he liked the idea of being caught, but in reality youd be sick to your stomach at the sight, you'd probably banish him.

Once beetlejuice realized you were out cold, he returned to his strokes, until it clicks, the hand he was circling the drool you left behind, his finger was now coded in a nice thick layer of your spit. A ghoulish grin spreads across his face, hair fully electric pink, how he dreamed of that beautiful mouth around his cock, how lovely your moans would sound with your lips around his shaft. He couldnt let this opportunity go by, the ghoul slowly begins covering his dick with your salvia, he shivers at the sensation, still warm from your mouth, the ghoul utters a muffled groan "just like that sweetheart, you're so good to me"

Beetlejuice couldnt help but imagine you, mouth hovering over his lap, drool dripping from you mouth onto his cock. He groans softly "lubing me up babes? Such a considerate breather"

Once his cock was as covered as it was gonna be with the slavia you graced him with, he once again began with his strokes, starting off at a slow gentle pace, soft moans escaping his lips, you were asleep next to him, so the ghoul couldnt be as loud as he'd like to. When you were away the ghoul would treat himself to long loud sessions of alone time using your delicate laundry items, he could be as loud as his undead heart desires, not caring about your neighbors, but now, not so much.

"God I wanna slip into that pretty mouth of yours, feel how wet and warm it is, have you lube up my cock with your salvia before I shove it in that cute pussy of yours" he stifles a groan as his strokes begin picking up pace, his eyes were glued to you sleeping face, the arm the demon had around your shoulders slowly began to draw hearts with his fingers on your back.

You mumble and shift a bit in your sleep, your hand finds it's way to his thigh, gripping on to his pants, beetlejuice nearly jumps out of his skin, he was so lost in his fantasy of you, you completely catch him off guard, but hed be lying if he didnt enjoy the scare. It felt real good to have your hand resting on his thigh while he jerked off.

"Naughty little minx, you do want to get into my pants huh?" He chuckled softly.

The thought always crossed his mind during your weekly movie night, he fantasized about how you would grow bored of the film, lean into him, and have those pretty hands of yours find their way into him pants. Having his cute breather lazily jerk him off while watching a horror film easily had to be in the top five of his fantasies of you, simple but still delicious.

"Naughty thing" the ghoul stifles a groan as his pace picks up, the thought of your hand replacing his quickly taking over his mind.

Beetlejuice was using every ounce of strength he possessed to not start bucking up into his hand, not wanting to jostle you awake since you were leaning on the ghoul. Chasing his own orgasm, his pace becomes quite harsh, to the point where the ghoul summoned an extra hand just to bite and muffle his moans.

It felt so good, having you so close to him, hand on his thigh, salvia on his cock, god slash satan he wanted to scream out in bliss, he was so close, so focused on your sleeping face, his sweet breather, so kind and considerate, using their spit as lube for a hand job, he couldnt have asked for a better breather.

"Your so good to me sugar, you know just how to treat a guy, I'm gonna pay you back, anything you want, upstairs, downstairs, butt stuff, just say the word doll~" he groans out.

"...bee.." you mumble, shifting in your sleep, ever so gently sliding your hand up his thigh, that was enough to get the ghoul to the finish line.

"F-fuck y/n" and with that the ghoul shoots his load, into his hand and his lap, thank god slash satan it missed your hand, as hot as itd be to have those pretty hands of yours covered in his cum, now was not that time.

A smug grin plastered across his face as he gazes at you a soft "thank you" is whispered your way, as he slides his now soft cock back into his pants, snapping his fingers to clean himself up as of nothing happened.

The electricity of bright pink slowly leaves his hair, being replaced with a much softer mix of pink and green, the hand around your shoulders now lazily rubbing circles on your back, the film long over, beetlejuice snaps his fingers once again and the tv turns off leaving the two of you in gentle darkness.

"Nigh sweet stuff"

Bonus

Waking up to the buzzing sound of your phone you groan, ot was your day off and yet you forgot to turn your alarm off.

"Morning babes"

No, you feel asleep on the couch again, leaving against that bastard "morning" you grumble

As you try to get up to start your day beej pulls you back down into him lap

"Oh no sugar, you're not getting away that easy~ was I so boring last night you fell asleep? After my amazing performance too, such a cruel little breather you are" he teases "not to mention you were drooling on too" he cackles pointing at the spot.

"Doll if you wanted to spit on me, I can name some better places then my arm" he hollers with his awful laugh.

You're never gonna hear the end of this.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have any fanficions that are very science-y, if that makes any sense? Like, focused on scientific things, in the writing style or actual experiments incorporated into the story itself? I hope I'm making sense

Hi Nonny!

Ahhh yeah, though a lot of the fics I read have it deep in the fic, lol. BUT!!!! Guess what?? Your ask is the lucky one that spawns a new list I’ve been waiting forever to post the next part for a tonne of new fics, LOL!

As always, gang, if you have a fic more tuned to what Nonny is ACTUALLY looking for, please add them here, LOL. Pt. 1 will have a lot more of what you’re looking for Nonny, since there’s a lot of my FFNet recs on that one, but both lists have great recs!! <3

IT’S AN EXPERIMENT! Pt. 3

See also:

It’s An Experiment!

It’s An Experiment! (Pt. 2)

The Perfect Place by SilverSmile (K+, 1,955 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Romance, 5 and Ones, Fluff, Experiments, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock attempts to find the perfect place to sleep, but his little experiment proves to be far more difficult than expected.

A Study in Lace by KarlyAnne (E, 2,320 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Crafty Sherlock, Tiny Lace Panties / Lingerie, Domestics, Experiments, Oral, Masturbation) – “Why do you suppose he was doing that?” “Why do I suppose who was doing what?” “The room. The lace. The secrecy. He was playing with fire in everything he did, and didn’t care one bit. But he had a secret chamber, carefully concealed, solely for the purpose of making lace lingerie. Obviously for personal use. Why?" Part 1 of The Unintentional Crafts of Sherlock Holmes

Insomnia by TheSingingGirl (K+, 2,635 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Bed Sharing, Sleepy Sherlock) – Sleep is merely the next frontier in what has become the battle to keep Sherlock alive. It's because of this that John ends up in bed with a sociopath.

Undercurrents by entanglednow (E, 2,996 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Disturbing Things, Crime Scene Fetish, Pseudo-Necrophilia, PWP, Masturbation) – “There, that's it, perfect, shut your eyes and don't move - and don't speak."

John's Missing Wednesday by PipMer (K+, 2,999 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Pre-TSo3, Non-Con Drugged John, Friendship, Experiment) –  "Now John I'd poison. ... Sloppy eater – dead easy. I've given him chemicals and compounds that way, he's never even noticed. He missed a whole Wednesday once, didn't have a clue." – The Sign of Three. This is the story of that missing Wednesday.

Museums and Laboratories by RhododendronPonticum (T, 3,004 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Angst, Obsessive Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, Anxiety/Panic Attack, Separation Anxiety, Doctor John, Co-Dependent Sherlock) – If Sherlock's kitchen was his laboratory, then his bedroom was his museum.

Bathroom Accessories by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 3,324 w., 1 Ch. || Sex Toys, Butt Plug, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Horny Sherlock, John’s Patience Wears Thin, Humour, Bottomlock) – John discovers that Sherlock has been playing with some very adult toys in the bath.

After the Bombs by VampirePam (T, 3,337 w., 2 Ch. || THoB AU, Drugs, John’s PTSD, Panic Attack, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) – In which the drugs Sherlock used to dose John trigger a severe episode of PTSD. When terrors old and new cause John to fall apart, Sherlock must rectify his mistake and pick up the pieces.

Experiment by Gwen's Blue Box (K+, 4,222 w., 3 Ch. || Non-Con Drugging, Hurt Comfort, Friendship) – Of course John has always known about his flatmate’s irregular sleeping habits, especially when they’re on a case. This time, however, the case is taking longer and longer, and soon John starts to worry. But there’s not much he can do, is there? Because drugging Sherlock isn’t an option. Not yet, maybe, but will it be soon? {{CW: John drugs Sherlock without his consent}}

Survival Strategies for the Domesticated British Butthole by Atiki (E, 6,183 w., 1 Ch. || Crack, Rimming, Anal Sex, Iced Lolly, Hair Removal, Depilation) – In which there’s a rimming disaster, Sherlock depilates his butt, everything goes very, very wrong and groceries are mistreated. This fic contains hair removal creme in a butthole, ice lollies in a butthole and John Watson's penis in a butthole. You have been warned.

My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs (E, 6,220 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Bum, John’s Scar, Sherlock POV, Body Worship, Fingering, Bottomlock, Promise of Forever / Proposals, Misunderstanding, First Kiss/Time, Loss of Virginity, Virginity Kink, Seduction) – Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze. And then it hit him. John Watson was aroused.

Time on my hands by Mildredandbobbin (M, 7,179 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S3, One Night Stands, Mutual Pining, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Sexual Exploration / Discovery, Desperation, Body Worship) – Virginity’s a construct, a concept—what does losing one’s virginity entail for a gay man anyway? Sherlock wants to fill that particular gap in his knowledge but John won’t, can’t, never will assist and there’s only so much desperately unspoken pining even Sherlock can take.

Speak My Language by Itsallfine (T, 7,479 w., 4 Ch. || Thanksgiving, Love Languages, Love Confessions, First Kiss, John Experiments in Sherlock) – When Mrs. Hudson introduces John and Sherlock to the concept of the five love languages, Sherlock descends into a dark mood and John’s curiosity gets the better of him. What is Sherlock’s love language, and why does the whole concept set him so on edge? Part 1 of A Holiday Triptych

Made for You by Raxicoricofallapatorious (K, 8,440 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Sci-Fi, Androids) – When John was shot in the shoulder he was decommissioned and his memory and personality was wiped. Sherlock was given the blank droid and he quickly learns that this droid is more than it seems. John just so happened to come back and no one can fathom how or why. Johnlock if you squint.

Ravish Me by amalnahurriyeh (E, 10,025 w., 1 Ch. || UST / RST, Makeup / Lipstick, Sympathetic Sally, Experiments, Pining John, First Kiss, Face Fucking / BJ’s, Cuddling) – Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.

You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., 1 Ch. || It’s An Experiment, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Questionable Science) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock's study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn't entirely mind.

Fucking Cake by Random_Nexus (E, 12,965 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Humour/Crack, Inanimate Object Smut, Frottage, “For a Case” / “Experiment”, PWP / Kinky, Mutual Pining, Fluff) – Sherlock brings home a chocolate cake, John finds him about to have sex with said cake, then exceedingly weird hijinx ensue. Part 1 of "Fucking Baked Goods" - Sherlock BBC

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w., 9 Ch. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w., 18 Ch. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

[werejusttouchingeachother]

SEOUL 2018 [November 2nd, 9:00PM]

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 T/W: smutty, cursing, slight mentions of sub!Baek, noona!kink, slight exhibitionism, bj, dirty talk Words: 3925

Despite dating Baekhyun for almost a year—most of which you’d spent apart—you met the members a lot later than you thought you would. Obviously, it was hard for your existence to remain a secret since most of them tended to interrupt your calls with Baekhyun often by teasing him very loudly or just simply yelling something akin to war cries – Chanyeol.

Nevertheless, you’d gotten a lot closer with them after New York had happened since you stayed a week at the dorms after the both of you had finally reconciled.

Baekhyun whined often about not seeing you and was even more upset that the launching of his second set of designs at Privé had been pushed back since they already had quite a few schedules. After about two months apart, you’d finally taken the big step to fly down to Korea yourself and surprise him.

Of course, Baekhyun had only been too ecstatic about your visit—to the extent that he begged and pleaded with Manager to let you stay with him at the dorms, despite both your and Manager’s various protests. You knew you wouldn’t get to spend as much time with Baekhyun as you liked since he stayed at the company for most of the day, rehearsing and practicing for the comeback—which was more of a reason for him to insist that you stayed at the dorms so he could be with you whenever he could.

What Baekhyun hadn’t been prepared for was for you and Sehun to hit it off. Well aware of the crush you had on Sehun, prior to even meeting Baekhyun, he’d always teased you about it but you could tell he was low-key jealous when he saw you babying Sehun often.

“I’m your only baby,” Baekhyun had pouted as he stole the last spoon of pudding that you’d held out for Sehun.

What made your relationship with Baekhyun interesting was because, like a child, he was unpredictable. He didn’t get angry or grab your wrist and pull you away like the main lead of a drama when he saw you getting too close with Sehun.

Instead, he became weirdly and embarrassingly unfiltered.

It had been movie night and all of you had been seated in the front of the television with the boys arguing as usual about who gets to pick the movie. You’d gotten up from the couch to lean over the coffee table and grab the drinks when Baekhyun had loudly stated, “Hey, bend a little more and we’ll see your underwear.

Junmyeon threw a cushion at Baekhyun’s head right as you turn with wide eyes to see an appalled Sehun sitting next to Baekhyun on the couch who glances at your rear for a fraction of a second before his eyes fly up to yours and he immediately starts blushing when he realises you’d caught his flitting gaze as he scrambles away to sit on the opposite couch with Jongin and Chanyeol.

You shoot Baekhyun a look as you straighten and sit back on the couch, his arm already pulling you closer so that you’re nestled into his side while you mutter, “Thanks for pointing it out aloud and scaring Sehunnie.”

“You’re the one who bent over in front of him,” Baekhyun chortled in response, dark eyes glinting as they gaze down at you. “Also I’m serious, we could have seen it if you’d bent a liiiiiiittle more.”

You drop your voice to a low murmur as you say, “No, you wouldn't.”

“Yes, I would,” he insisted.

You shook your head. “No.”

“Do you wanna bend over again so I can take a picture and prove it to you? Maybe just do it front of me this time, though.”

You bite back a smile at the subtle annoyance in his voice and take his arm that’s wrapped loosely around your waist and lower his hand to your hip where the waistband of your shorts is and his fingers trace the side.

You smile as his entire body tenses suddenly when he realises that he can’t feel your panty-line beneath the shorts.

You turn your face to his, lips teasing his ear as you mumble, “Unless you’re imagining things, I don’t think you can see something that isn’t there.”

“GUYS,” Baekhyun suddenly yells, startling you as he sits up and makes your eyes widen at the unexpected reaction. “Someone get the lights and Jongdae, could you throw me that blanket?”

You frowned as Baek grabbed the blanket, throwing it over the two of you and the lights went off until only the blue light from the widescreen television illuminated the room.

Seeing that they were setting up the movie, you leaned back into the couch and nestled into Baekhyun’s side. He suddenly grabs your body roughly, manhandling you until he had positioned you in front of him so that you were in between his legs, his chest pressed up against your back while he wrapped the blanket around the two of you.

You relax back into him, resting your head on his broad chest and then, it’s almost as if history is repeating itself as your own body stills when you suddenly feel him right behind you.

Baekhyun presses his lips to your ear, similar to how you’d done just two minutes ago. “You shouldn’t have played this game with me, Y/N. Cause I always win.”

You bite down hard on your lower lip, focusing on not making any noise that would give the two of you away as his fingers slip beneath the blanket to tug the shorts down just enough for him to reach you. Your breath hitches as you feel the warm head of his erection rub against your slit and then, he wraps one arm around your waist as he positions inside you with his other hand and slides in easily, settling you down on his lap.

“Stay quiet and watch the movie, baby.”

You squirm right as you hear the words as his fingers come down on your clit almost simultaneously. You rest your head back on his shoulder, fingers clutching the edge of the blanket at your neck like your life depended on it. Baekhyun slyly presses a smooch on your cheek, giving off the impression that you’re just being a cute cuddly couple on the couch, while he fucked you under the blanket.

Or at least, that’s what you expected him to do.

You can’t help but sit as upright as you can, feeling him lean back on the couch with his gaze transfixed on the movie playing like he wasn’t inside you.

You try to focus on the screen, reminding yourself that this is exactly what he wants—to see you lose your shit and beg him to take you. Your body is tensed but you don’t relax it against him because you know that exact motion will cause friction which is exactly what you don’t need, despite your entire body screaming for it.

So you stay motionless, sitting upright awkwardly on his lap in a frozen position while praying that none of the boys would notice or question your odd posture. But then Baekhyun casually wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you back into his chest, allowing you to relax against him while you bite back any noises that could escape from feeling the movement inside your throbbing core.

It’s silent as you try to steady your breathing and calm your heart which seemed to be pounding with desire. Your death grip around the blanket loosens as you finally tamed the coiling tension in your stomach to merely that of a dull ache, considering it as just feeling full.

And then you feel Baekhyun’s hand wrap around your own, pulling it underneath the blanket.

Your eyes widen as you feel him guide your hand under the covers and beneath the old faded red shirt of his that you were wearing. Your lips part with a silent moan as he makes your fingers trace your nipple, both yours and his together tweaking it erect.

A shaky breath escapes, the tightening in your stomach intensifying as his other hand slips underneath to grope and fondle the other breast until you’re practically crushing him back against the couch with the force to restrain yourself from moving.

But then you feel him twitch inside you and you almost damn near scream aloud.

You can’t help it—as if of their own mind, your hips squirm against his and you release a soft gasp at the sweet bliss of movement in your wet walls.

Only for a swift second—Baekhyun's arm immediately comes around your middle to pull you back down against his chest, imprisoning you in his arms to stop you from fidgeting and you feel your last shred of control snap.

Pressing your hands down on his thighs as support, you move off of his lap and bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood at the sudden feeling of emptiness in your needy centre. Pulling up the soft cotton shorts that he’d left tangled around your ankles, you get up from the couch like you’d been sitting on fire.

Throwing Baekhyun a dirty look, you mutter something about not pausing the movie to the rest of the boys before leaving the hall and heading for Baekhyun’s room at the end of the hallway, fingers already reaching for the hem of your shirt to yank it off.

You confirmed his jealousy that night with a sore body at the dorm when he’d pounded you into the mattress until you were screaming his name despite how hard you tried not to because he wanted them to hear, specifically the one you’d had a crush on—someone whose eyes you weren’t sure you’d be able to look into after leaving the room that night. Junmyeon even knocked at the door to yell how he’d kick you both out if you didn't shut up and sleep soon before getting too uncomfortable standing outside as if he was eavesdropping.

It was nothing serious with Baekhyun’s jealousy—no trust issues as such but only much later did he tell you about how his pride took a hit when all the tabloids started rumours of how close the two of you looked at last month’s Louis Vuitton show where both Sehun and you had coincidentally run into each other. You hadn’t known he’d been attending the event and had been so genuinely surprised and delighted to see him, sitting with him at the aisles to watch the entire show. The cameras, unaware of your relationship as you laughed with him, had only had a field day with both of you and you’d waken up to multiple articles highlighting how good the two of you looked together. Which, in hindsight, was probably the trigger to Baekhyun fucking you ruthlessly with no care for his members in the next rooms.

When he had finally collapsed in your arms, your sweaty bodies conjoined as his hair tickled your neck, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and shifted so that the both of you were on your sides, cradling him to your chest. His soft breaths hit your skin and you run your fingers through his hair, your voice soft as you whisper how much you love him and only him. You feel him close his eyes then, arms tightening around your waist as he snuggles closer to your chest until you don’t know where he ends and where you begin. He had fallen asleep to your heartbeat then, only after you’d reassured that it was only his to hear and only his to have. The two of you never spoke of it again and you thought the conversation had been put to rest until the day when you’d dropped by the company to see him and ran into Sehun too. After Sehun had left, Baekhyun had walked up to you and asked if you had a noona kink.

“A what?” You’d asked with wide eyes, certain that you’d heard him wrong. “Do I have a what?”

“You like it when Sehun calls you Noona,” Baekhyun raises an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. His tone is light and teasing but you can see it in his eyes, that same fire you’d seen that night at the dorm.

You stuttered a baffled response with barely coherent words and then one of the managers had walked in, calling him away. You’d thought it ended there but you should have known better—it was Baekhyun. He would never let it go and he certainly didn't later that night at dinner when out with all of the band, his hand had wandered too far up your thigh to be considered appropriate.

You’d shot him a warning glare and he’d only grinned his cheeky grin at you, lips drawing closer to your ear as he muttered huskily, “Make me come, noona.”

And then he’d watched as he unravelled you slowly; the way your pupils dilated at the word, the way your throat moved as you swallowed heavily. You had decided to ignore him, thinking he’d stop at the lack of response but again, you should’ve known better. Baekhyun continued teasing you with his feather-touches, his tone low enough as he muttered filthy things in your ear to cause a fluttery-feeling in your stomach. You reached your limit when you felt his hand slide up your skirt, the tips of his fingers brushing against the front of your pussy covered only by the thin fabric of your panty, the smallest gesture causing you to jerk up like you’d been electrocuted.

Baekhyun had only smirked as you excused yourself and retreated to the washroom where you straightened your unruly skirt and fanned yourself, trying to bring the colour of your flushed face back to normal.

You’re already glaring at the mirror as the door opens behind you, knowing that it would be him and it is—he walks in with a cheeky smirk and you spin around, slamming him by his chest against the door.

“Byun Baekhyun,” you mutter lowly, trying to ignore the way your stomach was twisting with the proximity, your fingers itching to just rip the clothes off of him.

“What are you doing?” You’d gritted out in in frustration, wanting to kiss the annoying smirk off his face. “You know that I’m leaving tomorrow. So don’t start playing stupid games that you can’t finish, you—”

“Haven’t you learned your lesson yet, Y/N?” He cuts you off, grabbing your shoulders and spinning you around so that he’s holding you to the door now.

“I win all games, remember?” Baekhyun mutters lowly, gaze darkening as they drop to your parted lips and before you could even predict it, he’s kissing you harshly enough that your head bangs against the door, making you groan.

“As much as I love our toilet adventures,” he breathes in between kisses that are rough enough to make you taste blood. “Here’s an idea. No one’s back at the dorm and they’ll be a while so what do you say we skip dinner and get a little headstart on dessert?”

Your eyes are closed and you start to agree, but then you feel his hot breath in your ear as he whispers huskily, “Noona.”

“Fuck,” you breathe out involuntarily, feeling the wetness pool in your centre almost instantly in response to the word as you shove him off of you and grab his arm, quickly exiting the toilet and heading for the door.

Almost three hours later, you laid exhausted on Baekhyun’s chest with your body feeling sore enough for you to question if you’d be able to travel back to Paris tomorrow.

It had made you think of your first time together, back in Milan—he’d been surprised by how into choking and degradation you’d been that he’d told you how you both would explore a lot of your kinks. Together.

Needless to say, you’d explored plenty tonight at the empty dorms—feeling thankful to the entire universe that the boys were out the whole night because there was no way Baekhyun would last a day after you left Seoul if they’d heard the noises he was making in the bedroom as both of you switched roles and you finally unleashed all the frustration that you’d been feeling almost all week because of his endless teasing of your ‘noona kink’.

Even though after tonight, you were convinced that yes, maybe you did have it—although you would never admit it to Baekhyun.

You mindlessly traced your fingers around his bare chest while nestled into his side, drawing circles with your eyes closed as feeling slowly returned to your limbs and felt him suddenly tense beneath you.

Your eyes open and you raise your head to see Baekhyun staring down at your fingers on his chest. You still, wondering if you were hurting him and Baekhyun softly mumbles, “Do you know that red is a really good colour on you?”

You blink at his question and follow his gaze to your fingers which were painted a deep crimson, glossy and slightly glinting as the small yellow light of the bedside lamp reflected off of it.

“Thanks,” you replied softly, pressing a kiss to his chest as you closed your eyes again.

You suddenly felt his hand wrap around yours then, long slender fingers intertwining with yours as he raised your conjoined hands. You glance at him to see him staring at your hands together, a familiar dark look in his eyes.

“Baek,” you start with a slight wariness in your tone. “What are you thinking?”

His gaze drops to you on his chest and he hesitates before asking, “You up for trying another kink?”

You sit up at that, eyebrows raised high as he gives you a sheepish smile, colour flooding his cheeks.

“I thought you were tired of being edged for so many hours and couldn't anymore,” you teased, repeating his words that he’d practically cried to you earlier and Baekhyun glares at you.

“This isn’t as intense,” he rolls his eyes. “Just an old-fashioned simple hand job.”

You leaned back on your legs to look at him properly, cocking your head in confusion as you tried to figure out what Baekhyun was playing it.

You knew him, there had to be something.

His eyes were still transfixed on your hands and your own widen slowly as a realisation dawns upon you.

“You have a hand kink?” You ask in disbelief, unable to contain your grin.  

“No!” Baekhyun immediately protests, shifting his gaze to you and scowling at your elated expression. “I just like the way your hands look with mine. With the red nails and everything.”

“So ...” you trail off lowly, voice dropping to a whisper as you pull your hand free from his and lower it down his body, sliding beneath the sheets that he had haphazardly thrown over both of you.

You lean over his face, lips hovering over his as you ask softly, “What do you want me to do, baby?”

Baekhyun sighs as he twitches under your touch that's as light as a feather, slow and teasing, eyes closing while his lips part open.

“Tell me what you want,” you insist, ghosting your hand over his length that was hardening with every light touch of your fingers. You can’t help but smirk at how easily responsive he is, even after everything you’d just been doing together for hours on end.

You’d admit to your noona kink the second that he stopped pretending and confessed that he was just as much into it as you.

Your breath fans across his cheek and his eyelids flutter open, voice breathy as he says, “I want to take pictures of your hand wrapped around me. Of your red nails against my cock.”

Holy shit.

You stare at him, all your thoughts halting at the unexpected words as you try to ignore the thrill that it just sent through your veins.

“Uh, I.” You lean back, sitting up as you blink at him. Baekhyun sits up too, reaching for you and you have to shush the voices in your head screaming at you to shut up and just do what he wants, instead forcing yourself to ask, “Are you sure that’s okay? That it’s safe?”

“Its fine,” he said, taking your hand that wasn't under the sheets in both of his. “No, it’s more than fine—it’s perfect. Trust me, an idol’s phone is like a diary. No one checks others phones anyway and even if they do, the photos will be in a hidden folder. It’s safe, I swear.”

You hesitate, biting on your lower lip and Baekhyun tugs on your hand, smiling at you reassuringly.

“Come on,” he nudges you. “It’ll help when we’re far away and when I’m missing you all the time.”

You groan, rolling your eyes at his triumphant cheer as you pull your hand away and get off the bed to reach for the bedside table on the right.

“You're lucky I love you,” you mutter, grabbing his phone and handing it to him before walking to the mirror on the door of his wardrobe.

“Where are you going?” Baekhyun asks you in confusion.

“Since you have a thing for red,” you respond, searching your makeup bag for the familiar tube of lipstick. “And since we’re doing this anyway, let’s go all out.”

You can feel his wide eyed gaze on you as he watches you in the mirror while you apply the creamy liquid thickly over your lips, painting them the same red that were on your nails.

You tousle and tease your hair slightly over your shoulders, pressing your lips together to evenly spread the lipstick before turning around to look at Baekhyun who was sitting fully up on the bed now. He grabs your hand as soon as you’re close enough and pulls you down on the bed, leaning forward and you immediately raise your hand to his chest, stopping him with wide eyes.

“Don’t mess it up already, I just did it,” you warned, shaking your head.

Baekhyun sits back down with a sigh, giving you an expression akin to that of awe. “Have I ever told you that you’re really fucking kinky?”

You glare at him, jabbing your finger into his chest. “Hey, Byun Baekhyun. This is your idea.”

“To have your red nails wrapped around my dick, yeah,” he agrees, grabbing your finger on his chest. “To put the lipstick and make me fantasise now about how it’ll look to paint those red lips with my cum and have your fingers dripping with it? Yeah, that’s all you.”

He smirks as he sees the obvious effect his filthy words have on you, watching you fight the urge to squirm as you shake your head at him.

“Shut up and get your phone.” You lower yourself onto your knees in front of him, pulling the sheets away and reaching for your prize with one hand while the other adjusted your hair over your shoulders. You look up at Baekhyun and pause, wishing you could capture the expression he had on his face right now as he watched you through the screen, looking so lust-crazed and so in love with you.

You can’t help but smile at him, kissing the tip slightly before saying, “Don’t get my whole face in all of them, okay?”

“Okay, noona.”

[bbyboybrock--archived]

Serendipity (C.B) | Chapter 4

Summary: Serendipity: (n) the chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way

Popular youtuber Isabella Hart, known as Bella to her audience, bends over backwards to separate her youtube life from her private life. Known for her overall clean content and her bubbly attitude, Isabella has a wild side to her that only those inside the youtube community know about. When Bella meets Colby during one of the trap house parties she finally meets someone she can be her genuine self with. When trouble arises after their meeting, will Bella be able to hand the pressure or will she destroy her relationship with Colby as well as herself in the process. [This starts in 2018]

Written: 2019

Word Count: 2,990

Warnings: swearing

Serendipity Masterlist

"I'm coming!" I yell from my bathroom door. I stopped what I was doing and go to answer the door to my hotel room.

When I open the door I see Colby and Jake standing there. I let them both in and get a kiss from Colby and hug Jake. Jake sits on the edge of my bed and turns on the tv. I rush back to the bathroom to finish getting ready. Colby follows me in and sits on the edge of the tub. We, along with most of the house, were invited to Playlist Live Orlando. I got my own room while Jake and Colby shared theirs. Sam and Kat had their own room too.

"What's your schedule like today?" Colby asks as I go back to putting make on.

"Uh... I have breakfast with you and the boys, a panel, two interviews, a meet-and-greet Q&A, and yet another panel. What about you?"

"We only have a meet-and-greet and an interview today. Why are you so busy? Are you even going to have time to rest?"

"I know. My manager scheduled my events for all of Playlist. He picked the events that barely leave me enough time to get between events. That reminds me. Can you put the snacks I put in the fridge into my backpack?" Colby gets up and goes into the room.

"Babe, there's a lot of brown paper bags in the fridge! Which one?"

"All of them!" I quickly finish up my make up and grab my lipstick and a hand mirror. I walk into the room and see Colby trying to shove all the bags into my backpack.

"Why are you taking so many snacks?" Jake asked. He's now paying attention because food was mentioned.

"I made little snack bags for everyone in our group. It's going to be hectic all day with everything so I thought I would pack everyone snacks and waters just in case." I quickly check my outfit in the mirror before walking into the bedroom. I'm wearing black overall shorts, a while sweater, and some ball chucks high tops. I walk into the room and take over for Colby and finish getting my backpack ready. I made sure to get my folder that had all the information for my events and speaking material, my phone, charger, wallet, and creator pass.

"You didn't have to do that though," Jake said as he turned off the tv.

"I wanted to."

"So if you're really busy today does that mean you have easy days for Sunday?" Colby asks concerned.

"Tomorrow is going to be like 10 times more chaotic." I grab my backpack and led the boys out of my room. I would hold Colby's hand while walking out but we have no idea if there are fans who snuck up here.

"But tomorrow is your birthday!"

"That's exactly why I'm busy. My manager set up some special birthday events like lunch with fans and even more stuff. Look, today and tomorrow I'll be done by dinner time and we can go eat and head to the parties. I promise."

"I just don't want you to overexert yourself."

"Don't worry. I'll be fine. Just meet me at my room before dinner and we can go together." I was about to go and kiss Colby on the cheek but I see a girl I don't recognize in the corner of my eye. It takes a second to realize she's a fan and she realized who we were. I distance myself from Colby and plaster a fake smile on my face.

In the past month of our relationship, I've spent so much time at the trap house that the entire fan base knows that I'm friends with them. I appear in everyone's social media accounts and videos. Everyone, except Colby's videos. I know he secretly records me when we're together but none of it shows up anywhere. Jake post about me the most and that has sparked rumors that Jake and I are dating or that Jake is cheating on his girlfriend with me. Colby and I talked about it and decided that I can say I have a boyfriend but we're keeping our relationship quiet because it is fairly new.

I'm not going to lie, it's been hard for us to hide our relationship. Colby is very much a touchy person and we hang out anywhere outside of his room we have to be vigilant. I don't mind the touching, it's just all very new. It took about 2 weeks to get used to Colby always wanting to touch me in some way. We got into the habit of interlocking our pinkies is when we're hanging out in his living room or something just in case someone walks out with a camera. That's another thing, I have to be careful about what I wear when I'm out too. I can't wear my normal party clothes when I go out with them or at their house. If I do I have to go out of my way and do my hair and my makeup in a way that makes me somewhat unrecognizable. We spend more time at the house than we do at my apartment or anything. My school is closer to the trap house than it is to my place so I normally drop by after class and hang out with who I can.

****

I managed to get done a little bit earlier than expected. I went straight back to my hotel room and started getting ready for the night. I quickly send a text to the group chat asking who was planning on drinking and maybe getting drunk tonight. Instead of waiting for an answer I took a quick shower without wetting my hair. I washed it this morning and I'm going to have to wet it again in the morning just to get my curls back. I get dressed into a black spaghetti stop crop top, white skirt, and some heeled booties. I make my makeup darker and sprits myself in more perfume.

Just as I finished I hear a knock at my door. I open the door to find Colby alone. I see that he's changed too. He wearing black jeans and a green/grey shirt. I run in my room and unplug my phone from the charger and grab my wallet, room key, and grab a few brown paper bags. I shove my stuff into a small purse as we walk out.

"Did you pack everyone snacks again?" Colby jokes as he hugs me.

"No! I just didn't want people to get hangovers because we're going to be busy tomorrow. Here! Take both multivitamins right now. Save the ibuprofen for before you go to bed." I place a bag in Colby's hands and struggle to carry the rest.

"You're such a dork. Here, let me help you," Colby takes some bags from me, "We're meeting in Corey and Devyn's room before we head out."

"Where did everyone settle on to eat?"

"We're eating at BJ's tonight. Tomorrow we're going somewhere a little more appropriate."

"Oh Colby, we don't have to do anything special tomorrow. I'm just fine with pizza and a movie or something low-key like that. I don't want to inconvenience everyone. I've only been friends with them for a month and we only started dating last month." I whispered the last part in case anyone was around. Colby's grabs my elbow to stop me from moving forward. He stands in front of me and places his hands on my shoulders. He has to ben down slightly to look me in the eyes.

"You've known them for a month and here you are packing anti-hangover bags and little snack packs for them. I'm positive they like you more than you think. You're at the house often and when you are you'll stop doing your homework or editing just to help them. You've been an amazing friend and girlfriend in the short time we've known each other, we all just want to show you our appreciation."

"Okay, but—"

"Nope, that's it!" Colby places the bags that he's holding onto one hand and throws me over his shoulders.

"Colby, no! My skirt is too short. Everyone is going to see my ass!" I yell while giggling.

"You're fine. I've got you."

****

The thing I love about youtube parties is that nobody snitches on each other unless it's warranted. People hook up and cheat on each other almost all the time. A few creators here aren't even old enough to drink or don't have fake ids like me. The rule of thumb at these events is if you record someone doing something they shouldn't and you catch it, don't post it. I can only imagine how many photos and videos there of me that haven't surfaced. This is also one of the few places Colby and I can be a couple in public without risk of fans seeing.

Corey and Devyn left after dinner to go somewhere else. Jake is somewhere around the party. I haven't seen him since we got here. Sam, Kat, Colby, Brennen, Brennen's brother Jake, and I have been hanging around with another group of creators. All of us, except Kat, have had a few drinks. Nobody is really sloppy but we're definitely a little tipsy. I stand next to Colby with his arm around me and join in the conversation about funny memories from school. To be honest, I don't really have many. Middle school was a blur and what I thought was funny isn't as funny as I would hope. I had started youtube right before high school and was getting popular when high school started. I was too busy focusing on my brand and dealing with family drama to make fun memories.

"I'm going to get another one. Want anything?" I whispered into Colby's ear.

"No, I'm good." He says back as he kisses my cheek.

As I walk to get another drink I watch all creators bonding and letting loose. Most people came from a brand party before coming. We opted out because I wasn't Bella appropriate for a mini brand deal.

I get to the bar and order a long island iced tea. We've been here for a while so I can afford on super alcoholic drink. I'll just drink water for the rest of the night. I take my drink when it's ready and continue people watching as I sip.

"Look who it is." I immediately recognize the voice.

"Elijah! Long time no see." I plaster a smile. Elijah was the person who helped me find my apartment and move my stuff out last year.

"That's what happens when you care more about your image than your friends."

"Oh my God. I thought we were over this. My MANAGER didn't want me in your videos and vice versa. I never said we had to stop being friends."

"You can't be in my videos but you can run around half naked and sleep with anything that moves?"

"Wow, I thought we were friends," I say after taking a big sip of my drink.

"Aren't you like, too young to be drinking in public?"

"Don't you have someone's career to leech off of?" I say finally snapping.

"Uh oh, someone is cranky. Is it past your bedtime?"

"I'm definitely not drunk enough for this," I say before taking another sip.

"So are we adding alcoholic to your list of flaws. You know, after slut and overgrown JoJo Siwa? How many guys do you plan on sleeping with tonight?" I turn to face Elijah and see a stupid smirk on his face.

"You know what—"

"Hey, you okay? You were taking so long, I was worried that you got lost." I turn around to see Colby and Brennen walking over to Elijah and I. I walk past Brennen and go into Colby's arms.

"Oh look, it's the two biggest gay-baiters in all of youtube." Elijah is definitely drunk, he wouldn't start drama out of nowhere.

"Just ignore him. I'm going back to the hotel. Stay, have fun." I tell Colby. Hearing Elijah saying those things about me put a damper on my mood.

"I'll go with you— Oh shit..." I turn around to see what Colby was looking at. Brennen and Elijah are yelling and shoving each other. I go stand by Jake who is watching from a few while Colby tries to stop the fight.

Colby manages to pull Brennen away from Elijah before he started actually hitting him. Elijah can't fight for shit, he probably started provoking Brennen so he can start some sort of drama and gain some sort of relevancy from it. After managing to calm Brennen down all of us left for the hotel. Sam and Kat are walking in front of us. I'm pretty sure they're the soberest than all of us so I'm glad they're leading the way. Both Jakes and Brennen are behind us talking about how Brennen could have taken Elijah. Colby helps hold me up as we walk. I kind of forgot how much alcohol was in my drink and me practically chugging it just made it go straight to my head. Before we walked out Colby gave me his shoes and took mine.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Colby asks for the third time.

"Yeah, I just drank too much too fast. There's like 5 different alcohols in a long island."

"You know that's not what I meant. You can tell me what he said to make you upset." I take a big sigh before looking at Colby. His concerned face is cute.

"Elijah Daniels and I were really good friends when I started out. He helped me find my apartment and move out and all that. We had a falling out because my manager didn't want me to appear in his videos and him in mine. So when he called me a slut it hurt a bit."

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think you're a slut. And forget him. Elijah has so much drama surroundings him that it's good you guys aren't friends anymore."

"You're so right. You're a great boyfriend. I feel like I haven't told you that yet and I don't even have anyone to compare you to, but you're the best boyfriend. I like you a lot. Like a lot. I like you so much that I don't even know what to do with my emotions. Cole Robert Brock, look what you're doing to me. You're making me feel things, you bitch."

"Okay, you're officially too drunk to function. You're adorable and I like you a lot too. Now, let's get you to bed so you can celebrate your birthday." Colby picks me up bridal style and starts running forward. This causes both of us to laugh out loud.

****

I wake up feeling normal. Which is good because it means that the bottle of water that I chugged and the ibuprofen that I took before bed worked. By the time we got back to the hotel last night, I had sobered up a little bit. Colby walked me to my room and stayed with me a little bit to make sure I didn't hurt myself. He helped me get ready for today so I could sleep in a bit earlier. While I was in the bathroom taking off my make up and getting ready for bed, Colby was charging my phone and packing my backpack for me.

I wake up early enough to wash and dry my hair. I get dressed in ripped blue jeans and a light blue crop top tee shirt. I complete my outfit with white shoes. By the time I finish my makeup, there is a knock at the door. I open the door to see Colby by himself. I let him in and watch as he tries to sneak in a gift bag.

"Look, I know what you're going to say. Let's just skip over that." He says before handing me the bag.

"Do you want me to open this right now?"

"I mean, if you don't want to, you don't have to." I can tell that he wants me to. I go and sit in the middle of my bed and get ready to open the bag.

"Wait!" Colby rushes to pull out his phone. He finishes doing what he was doing and gives me a thumbs up.

I start opening the bag and taking out everything one by one. There are a lot of snacks and candy at the top; they're all my favorites. Once I get through the food I pull up one of Colby's merch hoodies.

"Smell it," Colby says as I look at it for a bit. I raise one eyebrow and bring it to my face.

"It smells like you!" Now I can have a bit of Colby with me whenever I need it.

"I wore it for a week straight. I might have even slept in it. Check the pocket." I slide my hand in and take out a black box that is the size of the palm of my hand. I open the box to find a little lightbulb on a chain.

"A lightbulb? What does it mean?" I ask pulling the necklace out go the box.

"I know that there has been a lot of... dark moments in both of our lives. Yours more than mine. When you came into my life, you lit up places that I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. I noticed that you're becoming more open. I'm hoping that I'm your light in the darkness somehow and together we can get brighter." I drop everything on the bed and get up to hug Colby.

"You're going to make me cry. You're such a sentimental dork, but you're my sentimental dork. Thank you so much, Colbs."

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LET’S DO THIS

1. What’s your favorite candle scent?

Honestly? I’m a basic bitch xD I love vanilla scented anything. Wooden wicks are the BEST. I want to find a candle that smells like fresh cut grass and a candle that smells like lumber. Those two scents, especially together, remind me of my grandpa who worked in a lumber yard and repaired lawn mowers. I treasure those memories so much omg.

2. What female celebrity do you wish was your sister?

Does Amethyst count? I actually don’t know xD I honestly can’t even think of any celebrities that I like??? I’ll say Jenna Marbles!

3. What male celebrity do you wish was your brother?

Again, I’m not really someone who goes nuts over celebrities, heh. I don’t know how to answer this D:

4. How old do you think you’ll be when you get married?

I mean, I’m 22 now and my fingers are crossed that it will happen soonish. The boyfriend lives in California and I think it might make things easier if we get married? Then he can come here!

5. Do you know a hoarder?

I don’t think so??? I mean I could be wrong.

6. Can you do a split?

I have tried for YEARS and I CANNOT DO IT ASLAJBODUBFODSUFNODSUBFLJDBFUBEF I FUCKING WISH I COULD

7. How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike?

Fuck if I know... Damn... I remember learning when I was... I think I was... 4? Maybe? I was super young.

8. How many oceans have you swam in?

I’ve only seen one ocean, the Pacific Ocean. I don’t know if I’ve swam in it, though. I know I’ve touched it and waded in it a little, but I don’t know if I’ve actually gone swimming...

9. How many countries have you been to?

2! Just Canada and the US. I’ve always wanted to go to England and Indonesia, though! I love Harry Potter, I always have (fucking fight me) and I decided when I was little that England was a must for me, that I had to go see Hogwarts. And Indonesia, my inner volcanologist NEEDS to go! That’s where my favourite volcano, Krakatoa, is located. 

10. Is anyone in your family in the army?

I hope not! I don’t think so. Or... Maybe? I think my cousin Austin is. I don’t know. I don’t remember the last time I saw him. We don’t really talk about him? My boyfriends dad was, though. That’s all I know.

11. What would you name your daughter if you had one?

OO OO OO!!!! So, my boyfriend and I have discussed this! I have a set of dog tags that I always wear that have our names and our kids names on them! We want two girls who will be named Raven Zaidee Trujillo and Dexter Rosie Trujillo. Dexter’s middle name was originally going to be Bonnuit (French for good night) but one of his best friends was sadly murdered earlier this year and he wanted to honor her memory.

12. What would you name your son if you had one?

ANOTHER QUESTION I AM EXCITED TO ANSWER!!!!! Our little boys name is going to be Blade Wayne Trujillo!!! I’ve always had a thing for the name Blade and Wayne was his dads middle name.

13. What’s the worst grade you got on a test?

Ffffffff I can’t even remember what I did yesterday... Um, I think it was a flat out 0 because I didn’t even do the test. It was a physics test. I was scared of the student aid lady at school so I never switched out of physics and I literally used that block to sleep and play on my phone. I never even showed up to write the exam.

14. What was your favorite TV show when you were a child?

Sailor Moon!!! I fucking LOVED that show!!!! I also loved Little Bear :D When I was 12, though, I was OBSESSED with this show called Disasters of the Century. It was a documentary style tv show about natural disasters and plane and train crashes and it was SO COOL. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. I used to wake up extra early before school just to watch!!

15. What did you dress up as on Halloween when you were eight?

Ummm…. I think I was a ninja? I remember I wore my karate gi out one year. I lived in Alberta at the time so there was like 2 or 3 feet of snow on the ground so I had to wear a snowsuit under my costume which was a HUGE disappointment because I was turned into a marshmallow rather than a ninja. Either that or I was Harry Potter. It was great! People always asked me though if I would rather be Hermione because I was a girl and my parents essentially told them to fuck off because I was HARRY FUCKING POTTER.

16. Have you read any of the Harry Potter, Hunger Games or Twilight series?

YES. My apartment is almost entirely Harry Potter. I have an Expecto Patronum tattoo and my ratty memorial tattoo on my leg is also Harry Potter. I am a diehard fan until the end. Fucking fight me. I also read and own the Hunger Games trilogy. Such good books omg. I was in the Amazing Book Race club in school and one year we had to read The Hunger Games and we even did a book trailer for it! I still have it! We showed my boyfriend when he came out in April xD The books are MUCH better than the movies.

17. Would you rather have an American accent or a British accent?

British! Does my Harry Potter loving ass need to say more?

18. Did your mother go to college?

I don’t think so? I’m not sure. I don’t know if anyone in my family has.

19. Are your grandparents still married?

Kind of? Not really. My Papa passed away from lung cancer in 2010. 

20. Have you ever taken karate lessons?

Yes xD I started when I was 5 and I stopped when I was 13 I think? I got injured in a biking accident and had to leave. I was going to go back but as I was getting ready to, I got a really bad knee injury and I just haven’t been back. I really want to go back, though! It was fun and I don’t get nearly enough exercise.

21. Do you know who Kermit the frog is?

I sure as fuck hope I do!

22. What’s the first amusement park you’ve been to?

I think it was Playland, my parents would have taken me when I Was super young. But the first amusement park I remember going to is Callaway Park in Alberta. I loved that place! I remember throwing a temper tantrum because my dad told the lady was 6 when I was actually 8 and I LOST MY MIND.

23. What language, besides your native language, would you like to be fluent in?

Any language! I speak French but I would love to learn Michif which is the native language of Metis people as I am Metis c:

24. Do you spell the color as grey or gray?

I think I alternate, actually xD

25. Is your father bald?

Yes, he is! 

26. Do you know triplets?

I was about to say no, but I think I met triplet babies once who I may or may not be distantly related to? I’m not actually sure anymore.

27. Do you prefer Titanic or The Notebook?

I’ve never actually seen either! I feel like the Titanic would be a no go for me, though, because I have issues with big boats and the fact that it’s real fucks me up and also James Cameron almost killed his cast by actually making them sit in ice cold water for the sake of hard nipples and realism????

28. Have you ever had Indian food?

I have had very badly made butter chicken once. It was so bad, WAY too much curry. And I think my boyfriend and I once ordered from an Indian restaurant. I ordered from the kids menu because that was the only place where there was non-spicy options xD

29. What’s the name of your favorite restaurant?

Umm... Hmm... White Spot? Maybe... But I also enjoy El Grullesays Grill... I slaughtered that name ;_; It’s a Mexican restaurant in California that serves meaty fries! God I miss meaty fries... They’re like nacho fries! They have mozzarella cheese, sour cream, green onions, and shredded steak :3

30. Have you ever been to Olive Garden?

I actually don’t know. I think maybe? But I was too young to remember it. I think I’ve gotten leftovers, though, from when my grandma went.

31. Do you belong to any warehouse stores (Costco, BJ’s, etc.)?

I’m too broke for that shit ._____.

32. What would your parents have named you if you were the opposite gender?

Pfft beats the fuck outta me. We never talked about that.

33. If you have a nickname, what is it?

Bug! 

34. Who’s your favorite person in the world?

Honestly? My boyfriend xD He is one of the very few people in this world who doesn’t tolerate me because he loves and embraces all of my weirdness xD Him and G are my favourite peeps.

35. Would you rather live in a rural area or in the suburbs?

I actually can never remember which is which and I mean, I’m not picky. As long as people leave me alone and I’m in a safe area, I’m happy xD

36. Can you whistle?

Yes! Can you hear me? I’m doing it!

37. Do you sleep with a nightlight?

I do not. I used to want to when I was little. I have one in my bathroom, though.

38. Do you eat breakfast every morning?

Pfft. No. I’m not a breakfast person. I work nights so I get home at 7 in the morning so if I eat before I go to bed, no joke, I will just make a box of macaroni.

39. Do you take any pills or medication daily?

I do! I take medication for my ADHD so that I don’t eat everything in my apartment and I can function somewhat normally.

40. What medical conditions do you have?

I am ADHD, I struggle with depression (it’s not nearly as bad as it use to be luckily), anxiety, I suspect BPD. I have a few joint injuries that will never really properly heal but other than that, nothing.

41. How many times have you been to the hospital?

Hehehe…. Um… For me? Food poisoning… injuries… suicide attempts… hmmm… 11 or 12 times? All but one in the last 10 years. What can I say, I’m clumsy as fuck xD

42. Have you ever seen Finding Nemo?

Yes! I love that movie!! 

43. Where do you buy your jeans?

Pennington’s. I am THICC. It’s the only place I can get jeans that fit without destroying what little confidence I have. Sadly though they are NOT cheap so I currently only own 2 pairs that fit me and the thighs on both are destroyed so they are being held together by denim patches from an old pair of shorts, fabric glue and some mediocre hand stitching.

44. What’s the last compliment you got?

I have vibrantly coloured hair. Right now, it’s green. I’ve had very brightly coloured hair since I was 15 I think? My natural colour is brown. I’ve only had brown hair once since I started dying it and that was when I went to go visit my boyfriend for the first time because he had never seen me with my natural colour. I just said that I looked weird with brown hair and he said “No, you look incredible.”

45. Do you usually remember your dreams in the morning?

Hmm, sometimes. Most of the time, I do. Been having a lot of nightmares and stress dreams lately, though, so I wish I didn’t...

46. What flavor tea do you enjoy?

I absolutely prefer herbal teas. My favourite is Just Peachy from DavidsTea!! I also REALLY love White Peach omg

47. How many pairs of shoes do you currently own?

Ahh…. Hmm…. I have… 8 or 9? I think? I’m not home so I can’t check.

48. What religion will you raise your children to practice?

None. I grew up Atheist. I knew of religion, obviously. My grandma is religious. But I just never understood it. My understanding was that there was a God and that he lived in the clouds and I remember looking at the sky one day and there were no clouds and I was concerned. I also didn’t understand Heaven or Hell because neither have been seen and the lack of tangibility fucked with me so hard. My grandpa got really sick in 2009, he had lung cancer. I remember when he was in the hospital I really tried to look for something, anything, to turn to for comfort because everything was falling apart around me. He unfortunately passed away and I was angry because if God is real and if he actually loved us, why would he let us suffer the way that he did, the way that I was. How dare he?! That was honestly the last straw for me. If my children want to explore religion or they want to go to church and see what it’s all about, I will absolutely support them in doing so, but I will not raise them in any specific religion.

49. How old were you when you found out that Santa wasn’t real?

That was something I just kind of grew out of. I was never exclusively told that any of that was fake. I actually have a memory from when I was 3 or 4 of sneaking out of my room really late at night and peeking into the living room where I could hear my parents talking and I saw Santa and Mrs. Clause? I also remember one Christmas night where I couldn’t sleep (this is when I was maybe 10 now) so I was watching the snow fall outside and seeing if I could spot Santa in the sky when I heard someone walking in the hall. I lived in a bit of an abusive household so I had learned what everyone’s footsteps sounded like and the footsteps were heavy, MUCH heavier than my dads (who was very overweight at the time), it definitely wasn’t my Uncle, and they were wearing shoes (or boots). I was too scared to go look outside while they walked away but after the house was quiet again, I checked, and my stocking was outside my door, so I still don’t know how to explain that...

50. Why do you have a youtube?

AHAHAHA SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION!!!! I obviously have my personal YouTube but I don’t generally post anything, I just use it to watch shit. BUT MY OTHER YOUTUBE… I use YouTube @RatPotatoez to post videos of my rats! I will also soon use it to post my podcasts!!! RatPotatoez can also be found on Facebook, Instagram, SnapChat, Vent, basically everywhere! You should go follow me everywhere so you can see the cuteness that is my rats c:

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Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? kai aka the SHOUTY manWho threatens to leave but never actually does? n OT dolores and yet ? idk, is that something kai does with dolores ? considering he’s like “wow she loves me? what’s This feeling i like it”Who actually keeps their word and leaves? again Not Dolores™Who trashes the house? KAI and then she fucking cleans it upDo either of them get physical? he did? grab her shoulders in that Angsty™ thread we have right?How often do they argue/disagree? honestly probably whenever kai is tired of dolores just? Agreeing to agree w/ whatever he says / whenever he’s like “how do you not realize im garbage yet”Who is the first to apologise? dolores aaaand i hate it!

Sex:

Who is on top? kaiWho is on the bottom? doloresWho has the strangest desires? ew kaiAny kinks? dolores’s are just to be Loved and Cherished™Who’s dominant in bed? kaiIs head ever in the equation? dolores is? Hesitant about bjs she thinks they’re nasty. but maybe? if it was his birthday and he begged (nasty and also? Pathetic) she might try. If so, who is better at performing it? kaiEver had sex in public? NO shes a classy ladyWho moans the most? probably dolores fahfjahjjhbaf she’s loudWho leaves the most marks? kaiWho screams the loudest? kaiWho is the more experienced of the two? kai bc she’s only had sex w/ one man before himDo they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? make love mostly but there’s probably been a time or two it’s been a ‘fuck’ for him at leastRough or soft? both tbhHow long do they usually last? i can see them going for like, half an hourIs protection used? nahDoes it ever get boring? naaaah, kai’s there and i don’t think he’d ever let itWhere is the strangest place they’d have sex? the most dolores would be up for is like, maaaybe the car if it was parked in a place that was guaranteed not to be spotted or intruded

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? oh god. unfortunately, yes.If so, how many children do your muses want/have? dolores wants like, four children, which means three of them would be kai’s and that terrifies me.Who is the favorite parent? dolores lmaoWho is the authoritative parent? kaiWho is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? kaiWho lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? kaiWho turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? dolores def, and she drags kai whenever he’s freeWho goes to parent teacher interviews? kai probably got banned from them for yelling at the teacherWho changes the diapers? doloresWho gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? doloresWho spends the most time with the children? DOLORESWho packs their lunch boxes? doloresWho gives their children ‘the talk’? oh it’s gotta be kai tbhWho cleans up after the kids? doloresWho worries the most? doloresWho are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? kai

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? both! i remember you posting a headcanon that kai claims his territory by spooning fjaajfjnakfnjanjafWho is the little spoon? doloresWho gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? k AIWho struggles to keep their hands to themself? kaiHow long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? dolores can go for like, ever, so it’s whenever kai is like ‘i have to get up’.Who gives the most kisses? doloresWhat is their favourite non-sexual activity? cuddlingWhere is their favourite place to cuddle? what better place than bed tbhWho is more likely to playfully grope the other? oh god kaiHow often do they get time to themselves? the saddest thing is probably? not very much? he’s a busy man! he’s on city council (which probs meets like once a week like ok kai) but then he’s got his dumb cult shit going on so

Sleeping:

Who snores? dolores doesn’t, idk if kai does!If both do, who snores the loudest? n/aDo they share a bed or sleep separately? share a bed!If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? cozy up and you know itWho talks in their sleep? oh god i could see kai doing it if he’s having a nightmareWhat do they wear to bed? dolores wears this which? admittedly is not very sexyAre either of your muses insomniacs? i could see kai being one kjafnjkafnjkaCan sleeping pills be found by the bedside? no but kai has a MYRIAD of other pillsDo they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? they’re full out SPOONINGWho wakes up with bed hair? oh god do i want to imagine kai’s greasy ass bed headWho wakes up first? depends on if kai sleeps that night probs. dolores wakes up relatively early though for work (five am babey).Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? doloresWhat is their favourite sleeping position? spooning/cuddlingWho hogs the sheets? kaiDo they set an alarm each night? dolores doesCan a television be found in their bedroom? yesWho has nightmares? kaiWho has ridiculous dreams? kaiWho sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? kaiWho makes the bed? doloresWhat time is bed time? dolores goes to bet at like? nine.Any routines/rituals before bed? oooft dolores has a whole long ass beauty ritual before bed tbhWho’s the grumpiest when they wake up? kai

Work:

Who is the busiest? kaiWho rakes in the highest income? probably kaiAre any of your muses unemployed? nahWho takes the most sick days? neither tbhWho is more likely to turn up late to work? neitherWho sucks up to their boss?What are their jobs? kai is a councilman, dolores is a kindergarten teacherWho stresses the most? kaiDo your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? dolores loves her job, kai seems to enjoy hisAre your muses financially stable? yes

Home:

Who does the washing? doloresWho takes out the trash? doloresWho does the ironing? doloresWho does the cooking? doloresWho is more likely to burn the house down just trying? kaiWho is messier? kaiWho leaves the toilet roll empty? kaiWho leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? kaiWho forgets to flush the toilet? kaiWho is the prankster around the house? eh neither tbhWho loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? eh neitherWho mows the lawn? kaiWho answers the telephone? kaiWho does the vacuuming? doloresWho does the groceries? doloresWho takes the longest to shower? kai bc dolores takes bathsWho spends the most time in the bathroom? kai

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? noHow many cars do they own? two? i assume kai has a car? and dolores inherited leroy’s car after his death.Do they own their home or do they rent? ownDo they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? neitherDo they live in the city or in the country? cityDo they enjoy their surroundings? honestly dolores is pretty nervous living in town because of all the murdersWhat’s their song? n/a bc i haven’t thought of one ripWhat do they do when they’re away from each other? kai’s probably doing his councilman duties/his cult thing, dolores is either at home or at work during the dayWhere did they first meet? his houseHow did they first meet? dolores just knocked on his door uninvited like damn girlWho spends the most money when out shopping? kaiWho’s more likely to flash their assets? kaiWho finds it amusing when the other trips over? oh god hopefully neitherAny mental issues? Y E A H you have the time for a listWho’s terrified of bugs? doloresWho kills the spiders around the house? kaiTheir favourite place? probably their home tbhWho pays the bills? kaiDo they have any fears for their future? yesWho’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? doloresWho uses up all of the hot water? doloresWho’s the tallest? kaiWho’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? kaiWho wanders around in their underwear? kaiWho sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? kaiWho is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? dolores but she would never say itDo they have mutual friends? kai has friends? tbf neither does doloresWho crushed first? kaiAny alcohol or substance related problems? oh ye, kai doesWho is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? kaiWho swears the most? kai

[heartofsnark]

B-day with a BJ

I’m late for Baba’s birthday, but so was Voltage, so fuck it. Also, this is my first time really writing Baba and I’m a virgin who wrote smut and  didn’t bother to proofread, so...

Summary:  Have you ever wanted to give Baba lots of love and suck his dick? I know I have. If so, this is the fic for you. If not, I really don't know what to do for you.

Pairing: Mitsunari Baba/MC (Or any female really)

Word Count:  1,799

Warnings: Blowjobs, Vaginal Sex, Baba and MC being disgustingly in love with each other.

She is completely and embarrassingly in love with this man. That’s the only conclusion she can reach as Baba takes another bite of cake. A cake she spent entirely too long trying to make perfect, because he deserves it. It’s his birthday and despite his initial hesitations, they’ve spent the day celebrating. He’s always been more adept at giving love than receiving it. But, she was determined to smother him in affection, because he deserves it.

After their date, they’d gone back to his house for her to make him dinner and give him the cake she baked. He always loved her cooking, even if it couldn’t compare to his own.  No present exchanged, she’d long since learned that the best present for him was what she was wearing under her clothes. It initially didn’t sit right with her, his present being something for her to wear, but she realized that it was truly what made him happiest.

“Princess, is my face that interesting?” He asks with a grin, she’s been caught.  

“Nah, just that handsome.”

“You can’t surprise me like that.” He presses his hand over his face.

“Nope,” she gently pulls his hand away to see pink cheeks, “seeing you blush is the best part.”

His blush brightens and she leans her forehead against his, looking into his light brown eyes. There’s this soft look to them, love and devotion shining through them. She just hopes her own feelings are as clear to him. She cups his face and brings them closer, a gentle press of a kiss, his lips are sweet. They part a moment later, his breath fans across her face as he speaks.

“You’re so bold tonight.”

“You got a problem with that?”

“Absolutely not.”

They come back together, deeper this time. Tongues brush together and her hands slide back, into his hair. His hands run across her hips, tugging her body closer. He floods her senses; silky hair against her fingers, the warmth of his body against hers, his familiar scent, and the taste of his mouth. It’s intoxicating, he always is. They pull apart once they can’t breathe, both of them panting.

“Time for you birthday present.” She pulls him up off the couch, into another kiss. They move towards the bedroom, exchanging kisses and groping each other as they go.

He pulls her down onto the bed, right on top of him. She straddles him and pulls away to brush hair out of his face, cupping his cheeks before placing a kiss on his forehead. His eyes close and a soft smile plays on his lips as she places soft kisses across his face. A small sigh escapes him as she kisses across his jawline and down to his neck. She gives small nips to the skin before soothing the sting with her tongue, working her way around the entirety of his neck. Down to the base of his neck, her hands work to unbutton his shirt as she kisses his collarbones.

He lifts up to help her pull it off, throwing the shirt to who knows where. His hands settle onto her hips, softly rubbing her through her dress. She brings his right hand up to her mouth and presses a small kiss to his palm, smiling against his skin before letting it fall back to her hip. He smiles up at her; gorgeous. She’ll never know how she got lucky enough to see that smile every day. Another kiss between them, her hands running over his chest and stomach. Her lips follow and she moves down his body. Soft lips meeting firm muscles, down his stomach, only stopping once she’s reaches the waistband of his pants.  

She looks back up at him, making eye contact, his lip is between his teeth and his face is flushed. A groan leaves him when she sits up and moves beside his lap, avoiding contact with the bulge in his pants. She grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head, tossing it aside. His eyes widen and she can’t suppress a grin. It’s a red lacy set with a garter belt clipped to her thigh high stockings.

“You like your present?” She asks, rubbing him through his pants. He lets out a soft gasp.

“Best present in the world.” He says through heavy breaths and she can’t help but smile.

She unbuttons his pants and he lifts his hips to pull them off. Leaning over him, she kisses him through his underwear before pulling them off, exposing his cock. Her mouth waters at the sight of him, a part of her wants to tease him, but she doesn’t have the patience for that. She runs her tongue up his length and licks the precum off the head of his cock. Her thighs clench, between his groans of pleasure and the taste of him, she feels like she’s going crazy. Fingers brush against her panties, the much needed contact makes her moan. He always brags about knowing everything about her and he’s yet to be proven wrong.

“You’ve already made a mess of your new panties,” he teases with a smile, rubbing her clit through the fabric.

Her voices catches in her throat, unable to formulate a reply she puts her mouth to better use and takes his length into her mouth. He grunts and the fingers not occupied with her grip the bedsheets. His other hand pushes her underwear aside, fingers rubbing her exposed clit. Her hands stroke what doesn’t fit into her mouth, the tip presses against the back of her throat. Every times she needs to take a breath she pulls her mouth off with a pop and teases the head with her tongue until she’s ready to take him back in her mouth; trying to take more of him down her throat each time. His heavy cock slick with spit and precum. He’s completely down her throat, her hands now busy massaging his balls. His stomach clenches, his thighs tremor, and his fingers speed up. He lets out a loud strangled groan, salty sweet cum shoots down her throat. Her own pleasure crests as she tries to swallow every drop, her hips writhing as she tries to ride out her orgasm.

She swallows around him one last time before pulling off with a slick pop. She’s light headed, equals parts from a lack of oxygen and overwhelming pleasure. It takes a moment for her to catch her breath.

“You okay?”  Baba asks through pants.

Her breathing is heavy, a layer of sweat cling to her skin, and a mixture of saliva and cum coat her chin, but he’s looking at her like she’s the most precious thing in the world. She moves to straddle him again, shivering when his finger leave her and again when she feels his still hard cock press against her. The head presses against her sensitive clit and arousal starts to pool between her thighs.

“I’m good,” she answers, smiling down at him as she starts to rock her hips.

“Mmm,” he sighs at the pressure, one hands grips her hip but he brings the other to his face, her slick glistens on his fingers and he makes a show of licking them clean, “you always taste so sweet.”

The display makes her melt and she can’t help but whimper, the friction against her clit isn’t enough. She lifts up and moves her underwear to the side, she might have to consider crotchless panties next time.

“Need you,” she whines, brushing the head of his cock against her slit, waiting for his consent to sink down onto him.

He’s never denied her, but she’s not one to take without asking. Baba looks at her with pure adoration, somehow making her feel shy and aroused all at once. It’s a weird feeling, one she’s certain only he could draw from her. His fingers dig into hips, in a fluid motion he pulls her down and sits up, leaving her seated in his lap with him deep inside her.

“You already have me,” he whispers against her ear and she throws her arms around his neck.

They share soft kisses, just enjoying the feeling of being together and touching each other. After a moment, he wraps an arm around her waist and tangles the other in her hair, bringing her forehead to lean against his. She’s staring, mesmerized, into his eyes, when he thrusts and she cries. He sets a steady pace with deep strokes into her. She rocks her own hips to keep up with it. His pubic bone grinds against her clit, while he pumps into her. Tension steadily builds in her stomach, her pleasure building, she isn’t going to last long.

“You’re taking me so well, princess. You feel so good, so hot and tight, like you’re meant for me,” he talks heavy breath, still gazing into her eyes.

She wants to tell him that’s because she is, but pleasure keeps the words trapped in her throat. His hips start to stutter, his pace falling apart as he edges closer. His cocks hits just the right spot, snapping the tension that’s built.  Her walls clench around him, her nails dig into his skin, and she cries out his name. His own release follows, his cock throbbing and a thick load of cum filling her. They pant and hold each other through the aftershocks, her body milking every last drop from him.

He kisses her sweaty forehead before pulling her down with him as he collapses on his back. She rolls over to lay next to him, his cock slips out and his cum starts to leak out of her. Pressed against him, he keeps an arm around her. Baba looks at her, concern lacing his features, as he hold her close and starts stroking her skin.

“You feel okay, beautiful, you need anything?”

“My throat is a bit sore, but I’m fine,” she says, nuzzling against his chest.

“You want some water or tea?”

“Nah, just give me a sec,” she murmurs before she starts stripping off her lingerie.

“I don’t think I can go another round, princess.”

“Shut up, dork. Lingerie is fun to fuck in, not fun to sleep in,” she explains throwing aside the last bit of clothing, “there, cuddle me.”

She burrows into chest again and he pulls her close with a laugh, exhaustion settling in as they cuddle together.

“I’ll make you tea with honey tomorrow that should help your throat.” He nuzzles his face into the top of her head.

“Hmm, I’m so happy you were born,” she whispers, her voice getting softer as she starts to drift off.

“Me too.” He kisses her head and falls asleep curled up with the woman he loves.

[asoftslytherin]

sweetener. ch. iv

a/n: *shrugs*

summary: you go to sirius’ place to talk. talking happens. amongst other things.

warnings: so i said at the beginning that i would not be writing smut but every chapter i get closer and closer, hopefully i’ll have a chidi in the bad place. there isn’t any actual sex, just touching of certain anatomical parts that may be uncomfortable for some people. if you wanna read anyways i placed these: 🌫🌫🌫 before and after the dirty stuff. swearing, a sprinkle of angst.

word count: 3.1k (2.8k w/o dirty stuff)

At about 8:30 you finally got out of bed, changed into your softest pair of leggings you owned and threw on a big t-shirt that you were comfortable in, but you knew you still looked cute. You hated that you were planning out your outfit to meet some guy you’d just met and hooked up with the night before. These things shouldn’t be that important! Looking up at the ceiling of your bedroom and sighing, you gave in to the lazy gods, put on a pair of sandals and walked to your car. Once you were actually sitting in your car, you realized that you had no idea where he lived. You knew it was an apartment complex, but couldn’t remember which one, as you were basically running out the door the second your phone said that your Uber had arrived. You texted him to ask, somewhat embarrassed for some reason. When he sent the address, your recognized the name of the complex, maybe you just used to know someone who used to live there. The entire drive over you were so nervous, you had to turn the A/C all the way up to keep yourself from sweating bullets and your power jam playlist going to keep you from turning around and going right back home. The nerves might have been from exhilaration or maybe they were “oh my god this guy is crazy hot and he wants to see me again” nerves; who’s to say?

You arrived at Sirius’ place right at nine. The apartment complex was easy enough to find and you kind of went on auto-pilot at some points. How many times had you been to this place to know how to get here so easily? You shook the feeling away, and parked the car, checking the apartment number again on your phone, noticing that his apartment was on the first floor. Ugh thank god, you thought. I genuinely don’t know if I can do stairs today. Walking up to the apartment number he gave you, you knocked on the door and waited for a minute. Nothing. You knocked again, harder this time. Nothing. You rolled your eyes, berating yourself for ever suggesting this and as turned to leave, and then the door opened.

There stood in front of you, a very wet, very shirtless Sirius, wearing only a towel. Fuck. “Sorry, love” he said breathily. “I was still in the shower when I heard you knock and tried to get decent as quick as I could. Come, come in,” he offered, standing to the side with one arm keeping the door open and the other extended into his apartment, welcoming you in.

Suddenly, you knew why you recognized his apartment complex, it was the same one that your shittiest ex, Asher, lived in. Sirius’ apartment was bigger, but the entryway and kitchen had the same layout. It was like getting flashbacks to things you tried so hard to forget that you actually ended up forgetting them, and now it’s all rushing back. You must have looked shocked or even dismayed when you walked in, seeing as Sirius had a concerned look on his face before asking, “You okay? Need some water? I know it’s not that clean,” he cringed, looking at his dish-filled sink.

You shook your head at him and put on the best smile you could. “No, no, I swear I’m fine. I- uh… I just realized that you live in the same complex as my ex and it kind of threw me through a loop there for a second. Guess I was a little too busy last night to get a good look” you half-heartedly laughed. When you realized you were still staring at nothing you blinked a few times to snap yourself out of it and proceeded to turn to Sirius who was still wearing a towel. You laughed to yourself and then met his eyes instead of staring at his cotton-covered crotch. “I also should have said in my text that I actually wanted to talk to you before we did anything.” Eyeing him up and down, you pushed yourself onto the kitchen island gently, setting yourself down as slowly as your arms would allow and letting your feet dangle off of the marble edge, allowing the coolness of the stone to provide some relief to your areas that were still hurting.

“And what exactly did you want to talk about,” Sirius said easily, moving himself so he was in-between your tender legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You rolled your eyes, tried your absolute hardest to keep your composure, and pushed him away. “Put on some pants, then we can talk.” As Sirius smirked and walked away, you looked at your phone to the texts you’d sent him. “Honestly, I should have seen this coming. This is partially my fault.”

“What’s your fault, love?” Sirius questioned when he walked back into the kitchen, now wearing a pair of sweatpants (Was that all he owned? Skinny jeans and sweatpants?) and using a towel, presumably the one that had previously been wrapped around his waist to dry off the remaining wet spots of his hair.

“It’s my fault for not realizing that the texts I sent made it seem like we were gonna bone the second you opened the door,” you smiled at him. “But, I do wanna set some ground rules if we’re gonna make this a thing,” you said sternly, letting your smile fall and sitting up straighter, attempting to make yourself look more serious.

“Ground rules? Other than, ‘no relationship, just sex’?” Sirius guffawed, walking over to his fridge and grabbing a beer for himself. “You want one?” he offered.

“No, I drove here and beer is disgusting,” you countered. “And yes, ground rules. I’ve tried this too many times with too many idiots, so this time I’m setting some ground rules.”

Sirius gave you a look of disbelief before shrugging and leaning on the counter. “Alright, darling. What are your rules?”

“For one, nothing in public. Cars are a maybe but that’s only if one of us is just having a really bad day and needs to bang it out ASAP and one of our cars is nearby.”

“Well, in case you’ve forgotten, I drive a motorbike,” he stated with a cheshire cat smile on his face.

“Hard pass,” you looked down at him.

“Okay, fine then,” Sirius stood up straight again. “No random texts that you ‘miss me’ or whatever. The only context I’ll allow that in is if you miss sex with me, then something can be arranged.”

“Deal,” you nodded. “Go get some paper, we need to write this down.”

“Paper?! We’re fuck buddies, we don’t need a written agreement! What, are you gonna make me sign it?” Sirius said incredulously with a laugh.

“What? No. I’m just a slut for organization and I like having things written down.” You stared at him for a second before shooing him away with your hands, “Go! Go get some paper and a pen or something!”

“This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done for sex,” Sirius muttered before wandering off to another room and returning with a blank piece of paper and a pen.

“Not gonna lie,” you raised your eyebrows at him. “Definitely thought that was gonna take longer than it did.”

“What can I say, I’m full of surprises.” Sirius took the pen and hastily wrote down the first two rules. “What’s your next stipulation?”

You squinted your eyes at him. “Oral sex has to be reciprocated! That’s a dealbreaker,” you almost shouted as you realized it and began eyeing him, pointing a finger in his direction.

“Is that not a thing people do?” Sirius inquired, a blank look on his face.

“Oh, Sirius, you sweet, summer child,” you put a hand on his shoulder, closed your eyes and shook your head. “You have no idea.”

“Okay fine,” Sirius laughed, writing down “bj=eating out” in scrawly writing. “Can we make this at least a weekly thing?” the man looked up at you and asked.

“Sure. At least once a week, I mean, it’ll probably be more than that-“

“Oh, trust me, it will be more than that,” Sirius bit his lower lip. “I think that’s enough rules for today,” he threw the pen down on the counter and walked around the kitchen island so he was in-between your legs again, but this time when his hands went around your waist, yours went around his neck. “How about we do what we both know needs to happen?”

“Even though I’m still sore from last night?” you queried.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispered into your ear. Sending shivers down your spine.

“Prove it,” you challenged.

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Sirius placed slow kisses up your neck, on your chin, next to your mouth, before reaching his destination. It started off slow, he would break away every now and then just to see the look of desire on your face. It wasn’t until you were directly pressed up against him and felt your tenderness on on his growing bulge that he quickened the pace. You were tugging at his hair as if it was a life raft and you were in the middle of the ocean. You needed him more than you had needed anything else in your entire life. He muffled an “Up” into one of the kisses, and you wrapped your legs around his bare waist while he carried you towards his bedroom. He slammed you up against a wall which resulted in a whimper of pain from you, “Shit, got carried away.”

In response, you began tugging on his hair even harder, wincing, “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.” Sirius simply smiled before walking into his bedroom, bending over and softly lying your back on the bed. As Sirius was trying to get your shirt off this time being more conscious of the things that had transpired the night before and the effect that it can have on a person. While he was finagling with your bra, you took this opportunity to snake your hands into his sweatpants to run your fingertips across the head of his penis as lightly as you could.

Suddenly, he grabbed your hand, slowly pulled it out of his pants, and scowled down at you, his eyes dark with need. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Payback,” you smiled, pulling him down to you and kissing him again.

🌫🌫🌫

You breathed heavily, Sirius rolling off of you and flailing his arms out beside him, one hitting you in the boob. “Are you trying to make my whole body sore? Boobs are sensitive okay? Two minutes ago you were being super carefull not to hurt me, which I very much appreciated, and now you’re whackin’ my boob!” you laughed, leaning over and gently setting your lips on his, rolling back over to get out of bed and go to the bathroom.

“Wait, where are you off to?” Sirius asked, looking a little offended.

You paused, “Uh, the bathroom, and then I was gonna get dressed. Why?” You had a puzzled look on your face. No guy had ever questioned you getting out of bed after sex.

“I’ll allow you to go to the bathroom, but I’m implementing a rule that you have to stay in bed with me for at least five minutes before you leave,” he said sternly.

“Why?” You were very confused at this point.

“Because I like feeling your amazing body next to me and I’m a selfish person, as we’ve already established. So, go, and get back quick so I can touch you some more,” he waved you away with his hands as you ran to the bathroom.

Once you were under the covers with him once again, your head resting on his chest, a finger tracing a tattoo on his collarbone, you asked, “So is this like a cuddling thing?”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “What’s wrong with a guy wanting to keep touching the person he’s sleeping with, even if they’re not having sex? Your skin is so soft and so is your ass and my hand likes to be on your ass. You should be questioning my hand, not me,” he raised one of his hands in surrender, the other stayed put where it was.

“I’ll allow it, only because I really like what that hand was doing earlier,” you giggled.

He put his other arm around your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you softly. “Now it’s my turn to have to use the bathroom,” he mischievously grinned before running off to the bathroom.

As you were lying alone on the bed, feeling the remnant of the heat where he had been, you yelled, “Okay, I get it now, get back here, I’m cold!”

⭐️🌙⭐️

The next few weeks went on like that, usually you would go over to his place, he would occasionally come to your place if Marlene was out of the house. It worked really well. You were finally getting the satisfaction you needed with none of the annoying asshole to deal with. Plus, you were able to hang out with your friends together and not be weird about it, it was pretty much the perfect situation. The two of you did end up adding a few more rules, all of them sexual in nature, and it just made things even better.

Y/N 📲 Sirius

Y/N: i’m coming over Y/N: everybody at work decided it was asshole day and i need to get this aggression out

Sirius: i’m okay with this

Sirius 📲 Y/N

Sirius: get over here Sirius: asap

Y/N: is something wrong

Sirius: it’s my turn for people to be assholes Sirius: get that ass over here

Y/N 📲 Sirius

Y/N: marlene’s gone for the weekend Y/N: you know what that means?

Sirius: i’m getting dressed as fast as i can

Sirius 📲 Y/N

Sirius: get over here

Y/N: it’s 9am on a saturday and my bed’s really comfy, gimme a good reason

Sirius: we can spend the rest of the day sleeping at my place

Y/N: deal

One evening a couple months after you started this agreement, you and your newfound group of friends, essentially being included in hanging out with Lily, Marlene, and the three boys, decided to have a game night at Sirius’ apartment, he had the biggest dining table.

“I understand that you think I was using a throw away card, but you still should have given me the point,” Lily glared over to James.

“Why? ‘Bees?’ is the worst card in the deck!” James retorted.

“Excuse me, ‘Bees?’ is the best card in the deck!” Lily almost shouted back.

You thought you heard a faint “I have neighbors” coming from Sirius’ direction but between Lily and James’ continued shouting, nobody would have paid attention to it and you knew Sirius didn’t give a shit.

“Lily, I love you. But that card is garbage,” James said as calmly as he could.

Lily slammed her cards down on the table and stood up, almost knocking the chair over. “You know what?!” she yelled.

James did the exact same, except he actually managed to knock his chair over in the process. “You know what?!” he yelled back.

“You know what?” Remus said in a Mr. Rogers-esque voice with a forced smile plastered on his face. “I think it’s time we go home.”

Game nights usually ended like this, especially if it ended up with James going against what Lily wanted to do, with any game. The lot of you picked up the cards, put them back in the box and handed it back to Remus. It wasn’t originally his game, but he kept it at his house for security purposes. Everyone filed out of the apartment, saying their good-byes, Remus giving you a look as he closed the door, leaving you and Sirius alone.

“Whatever shall we do?” Sirius asked in a soft tone, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you down with him onto the chair he was sitting in, you on his lap.

“Sirius,” you whined. “I really, really want to but I have to get up early for a project at work. Like four a.m. early, so I actually need to sleep tonight.” You frowned, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “Once this project is over I will have free time once again!” You leaned your head back, imagining what it would be like to see your friends more than once a month, and Sirius more than just once a week. These were trying times.

“Y/N,” Sirius whispered into your ear. “The second that project is officially over, you come over here as fast as you can and I’m not letting you leave for at least three days.”

You whined again. “Can I have a time machine so I can get to that point without dealing with my colleagues?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Sirius smiled, placing kiss on your temple.

“Okay,” you said, looking at the time on your phone and standing up from the man’s lap, “I actually have to leave now.” Sirius grabbed your arm trying to pull you back down with him. “You’re a terrible influence, I hope you know that.”

“I’ve known that for a while, love,” he stood up, kissing you as you walked backwards towards the door.

You felt around for the doorknob, and managed to open it right as Sirius began to pull you further into his place. “I gotta go,” you smiled, enjoying his eyes for a moment before you had to leave him again. Halfway out the door, he turned you back around for one last kiss, but before your lips touched, you heard a voice behind you.

“Well, look who it is.”

Turning around you saw Asher standing in the hallway, arms crossed, giving you a shit-eating grin.

“Do you need something?” you asked, placing a hand on your hip and looking away from blond asshole that stood before you. Today had been a good day and now Asher was here to fuck it up like he did just about everything.

Asher held up his hands, feigning innocence. “Just seeing what all the yelling was about,” he smirked beginning to walk away. “See you around, Y/N.” Before he fully turned around, he eyed you up and down, making you feel disgusting. You were gonna take two showers when you got home.

As you spun on your heel to leave, Sirius grabbed your hand. “You okay, love?” he said quietly, a look of concern on his face.

“I’m fine,” you sighed. “You just had the pleasure of meeting the shitty ex.” You rubbed your temple with your free hand and tried to calm yourself down.

Sirius pulled the hand he was holding towards him and put his arms around you. “It’s gonna be okay, he’s just a prick. It’ll be fine,” he whispered into your hair.

After standing there for a brief moment, you pulled away, sadly kissed Sirius and walked home, feeling a little calmer, but unsure.

a/n: believe it or not i edited the ending about ten different times thinking i would make it shorter, but here we are. also they definitely were’t playing cah what are you talking about. feedback is nice if u feel like it. good or bad, i don’t give a shit. night night.

💖-ella

[hypnofur1]

Cursed with a Fantasy Ch 9-10

Chapter 9 by Brent

Bright, glaring sunlight startled me awake.  Squinting and uncertain, I reached for the other side of the bed and felt nothing, only Amy's pillow.    

I opened my eyes. Amy wasn't there.  

The alarm clock read 10:08.  I hadn't slept this late in years, maybe decades.  What the hell happened?

Then, I remembered.  

Milner and Amy fucking on his fur-covered couch.  Oh shit.  Where was she?  Was she still with him?  How did I get home?

I ran downstairs, frantically tying my bathrobe around me, as I stampeded through every room, looking for Amy.

“Amy?!” I called in our main foyer.

“Good morning,” Amy said, from behind me.

I jumped and turned around.  She was seated calmly at our dining room table, her cup of coffee and newspaper in front of her.

“Wha-huh?” I managed.  “Are you okay?”

“I think I should be asking you that,” she said, nodding at my bathrobe and disheveled appearance.  

“Weren't you- last night. Did you-?” I asked.  

“Did last night happen?” she said.  “Is that what you're asking me?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Did you and Milner-- was it a dream?”

“Who?” she said. “You must've had a bad dream.  How about you get dressed and come back down? I'll make you some breakfast and you can talk about whatever's bothering you.  Okay?”

“Sure,” I said, unclenching my fists.  I headed upstairs, feeling the tension in my stomach uncoiling.

 I came back downstairs, looking reasonably presentable this time.  Amy was still seated at the dining table like nothing had happened.  I sat across from her, where she had set a plate of eggs and toast that she'd made.

As I ate, I marveled at my beautiful, kind wife.  I really was the luckiest guy in the world.  

She was holding her favorite mug with the little flowers on it and drinking her coffee. The morning sun bathed her familiar, loving face. She wore one of her favorite plum turtleneck sweaters. It was classic Amy. My wife, my love, the mother of our child.

After I finished eating, I gazed at her, admiring her beauty. Feeling my eyes on her, she looked up from her newspaper and smiled at me.

“I had a dream last night,” I said, trying to be careful with my words.  “That you were hypnotized to have sex with a stage hypnotist I knew from college.  You called him Mind Master.”

“That wasn't a dream,” she said casually.

 “What?!” I said.

“Look,” she said. “It's not important.  I still love you. It’s just Mind Master is more than a regular man… He's just so-“

She started looking into the distance, a slight smile curling on her lips.

 “Jeez,” I muttered.  “I can't believe this.  I don't know if I can get over this.”

“What?” she said, snapping out of her reverie.  “I still love you, Brent, and I'm not going anywhere.”

“That's just- I- what the hell?” I said.

“We can get past this,” she said, putting her hand on mine.  “I love you.”

  I wasn't expecting this. Any of it, really, but I meant her blatant admission to cheating on me and still loving me, despite that.  Then again, she wasn't fully in control of her actions.  Maybe she was right.  Maybe we could get past this.

Her sincerity and the love in her eyes overwhelmed me.  I had to tell her everything.  From start to finish.  She had to know what kind of man Milner really was.  

“Amy, I guess what happened last night wasn’t really your fault. I can't stay mad at you. It's not your fault,” I said, realizing I was babbling.  Despite that, I pressed on.

“I got mixed up with that guy in college.  He raped my college girlfriend in front of me and screwed with my head to make me like it. He bumped into me at the lot a couple weeks ago and came after you because he's a sadistic asshole who wants to see me suffer.  We need to find a professional hypnotherapist or something to remove whatever he put into our heads.  I'm sorry I got you mixed up in this, but I swear to do all I can to get you out.  I love you so much. I love this life that we've built, and what we mean to each other. Nothing he did to us can change that.”

She looked at me for so long a moment that I expected crickets to start chirping.  She rolled her eyes.  

“Come on, Brent,” she said.  “I know it's not my fault. Also, I think rape is the wrong word.  Qewbie.”

My heart sank. She was still under his spell.

“Amy, we need to get help!” I said.

“Seriously, Qewbie,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Did he actually hold Kelly down and rape her?  Or did his hypnotic voice and power caress her mind, until she submitted to sexy submission?  Did he pleasure her until all she craved was to serve him any way a woman can?”

My dick stirred from the breathy way she was talking about falling into hypnosis for him. Oh no.  I couldn’t let this happen.  I had to fight.

“Amy, think about BJ!” I said.

She started, like I had splashed cold water over her.

“BJ is our son,” I said, pressing my advantage. “We love him more than anything. You're his mom, not Milner’s sex slave. I’m Brent, your husband and partner.  I'm not Qewbie!  I love you and you love me! Milner wants to turn you against this family, this life we built together.  Don't you see that?”

She paused, eyes searching the table like the answer was there.  I could tell the wheels in her head were turning.  I put my hand on top of hers.  

“You have to fight this, Amy,” I said.  “We have to fight this! For BJ. For us!”

She looked up at me, eyes filling with tears.

“Oh, Brent,” she said.  She ran around the table and tackled me in a passionate hug, clinging to me for dear life.  Her fingers burrowed into my back, but I held her tight.  We can fix this, I realized.

“Amy, I’m going to hop in the shower,” I said, feeling conviction return to my voice. “We’re going to find the closest  hypnotherapist or psychologist or whatever and go there right away. Look, whatever happens:  don’t answer the phone.  We can't let him tear us apart, while we still have a fighting chance.  Don't try to reason with him.”

Amy nodded, the fear apparent in her eyes.  It was enough to tell me she would be safe for at least the next twenty minutes.  I skipped my morning shave and ran to the shower, scrubbing and rinsing in record time.

But I wasn’t fast enough. When I came out of the bathroom, draped in my towel, Amy was sitting on the bed, looking at her phone.

“Amy?” I said. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Shit,” I said, my heart sinking.  “Did he call you?!

“No,” she said.  “He texted.”

“Oh God,” I said, my heart skyrocketing in my chest.  “What did he want?”

“I didn’t mean to read it,” she said quietly.  “But it came right up on my screen. By the time I realized what it was I had already read it.”

“What did it say?!” I shouted.

“He said he went to DC today for a show, but he has a furrier in the city that we should visit,” she said, her big brown eyes widening.  “He said I should go and pick out anything I want and it will be taken care of. He said we should leave soon.”

The thought of her trying on a bunch of different fur coats made my dick stir again. I saw her big brown eyes shift to the towel around my waist as it started to tent.

“Aim, we shouldn’t,” I said, hearing the steel leave my voice. “We- we have to get away from him. We have to fight this.”

“I know.  You're right,” she said, biting her lip nervously.  “But do you think I would look sexy in a fur coat?”

The towel tented a bit more.

“I mean, we have to get to someone to clear our heads,” she continued.  “But what if we picked out a free fur coat first?  I mean, we have all day.   Couldn't we do both?”

I shivered in place, and I couldn't tell if it was from terror, arousal, or a foreboding combination of both.  

“BJ won’t be home from my parents' for a couple days,” she said, shrugging. “Besides, the Mind Master is in DC. We could go, get a free fur coat, get our heads cleared out, and fuck like rabbits.”

I almost jumped at Amy actually saying “fuck.” It was hot but so out of character for her. Shit. I was hard as a rock, and it started to sound like a good idea.  Maybe we could do both.

 The next hour and a half was a blur as we drove to the “fur district” in NYC.  Milner had texted Amy the fur salon's address.  I could only imagine what sort of sway--or even blackmail--Milner had over the owner. When we finally found it, I dropped Amy off at the door while I went through the arduous task of finding decent parking. Every street in the area was a one-way, which meant that when I finally found a parking garage, it was still twenty minutes of red lights and circling the massive city block before I could pull in. I was exhausted and my voice was hoarse from shouting at other drivers.  Plus, I was worried I would miss Amy trying on fur coats.

When I entered the fur salon, I was greeted by a man, wearing a nametag that said Nikolai. I assumed that he was the guy that owed Milner a favor.

He nodded to me and said, “Your companion is in back, sir.”

“You mean my wife?” I said. It sounded sharper than I meant it to.  For all I knew, this guy was one of Milner’s victims, too.

“Of course, sir” he said, rolling his eyes.  “Your wife.”

I was about to comment on his sarcastic tone, when I saw Amy near the store's rear, wearing a cute chinchilla jacket. It looked so soft. I got hard just looking at her, wanting to run my hands all over her. Why hadn’t I bought her a fur coat before? Christ, she looked so hot.  I could have bought her a fur coat like that when she was mine and enjoyed seeing her in it. Wait.  “When she was mine?”  Was she not mine anymore? No, I couldn’t think like that. Part of Milner's hypnosis, I bet.  We’d go to someone after this errand and get our heads fixed. We would.

She didn’t see me enter as she slipped out of that jacket and tried on a different one. She smiled at her reflection, snuggling into the soft fur, petting it all over her.  It was thrilling to watch, so I stood behind a rack of fur coats, hoping not to disrupt her enjoyment.  Then, she pulled her iPhone out of her purse and took a picture of her reflection in the mirror--of herself in the chinchilla jacket. 

She probably thought I was still parking the car and wanted me to see how great she looked. So sweet of her.  I decided to let her know I was here.

“Hey, Aim!” I called to her.

I did not expect her to react the way she did.  Her eyes widened, mortified, and she hid her phone in her pocket.

I realized then that she wasn’t sending the picture to me, but to Milner. Shit! She looked incredible, but luckily I wasn’t so horny that my dick was thinking for me. I rushed over to her and grabbed the phone right out of her pocket. She was startled, even looking at me like I was insane. I ignored it and powered down her phone. Taking no chances, I turned off mine, as well.

Amy’s look softened a bit as she realized what I was doing.  I saw my Amy come back to reality as she smiled at me with a loving smile. “Do you think this looks nice?” she asked, batting her eyelashes. “Would you like if I touched you in your penis with this?” she whispered. The awkward way she constructed her sexy sentence told me that she was once more my Amy again.

“Very much so!” I said, embracing her. God, she felt so good in that chinchilla. My dick was completely hard now. “Let’s get this settled and get out of here,” I told her as I took her hand and lead her up to the front desk.

The older man, Nikolai, greeted us with a smile. “You are friends of Mr. Milner?” he asked with a noticeable Russian accent.

I wanted to shout ‘No, we hate that bastard with every fiber of our beings!’ but I couldn’t. I was trying to finagle a free fur coat out of this.

“How do you know Mr. Milner?” I asked, trying to deflect his question with my own.

“I like Puerto Rico women,” Nikolai said, a grin creeping across his face.  I made a quick glance over at Amy, who shrugged. I wondered if Nikolai’s grasp on the English language was not quite as strong as I thought.

“Yes, they can be very pretty,” I replied, not knowing what to say.

“I have Puerto Rico salesgirl here. Maria. Super foxy,” he said.  “Milner makes her to fall in love with me. He is good friend, a good man.”

As he spoke, I noticed him typing on his laptop computer, but I figured he was settling the bill or taking the coat off inventory.

“That’s, uh, nice,” I said, unsure of how else to reply to Milner capturing a young salesgirl and making her this Russian man’s captive for god knows how many years. It was despicable. I hoped we would be settled soon and I could get Amy out of here.  The sooner we were out of here, the better.

“He’s not just a good man, Papi,” said a woman from the back of the store. “He’s un dios.”

Amy and I both turned to see an incredibly attractive Hispanic woman strutting toward us from the store's rear office. She wore a sable vest over a black bra, a black miniskirt, and black suede boots. My dick was already semi-hard, but this vixen instantly brought it to full mast. She was staring intently at me, then focused on Amy, as she approached us with a sultry staccato walk.

“Maria,” Nikolai said. “I was just telling our new friends about you.  Where were you?”

“Sorry, Nikolai,” a man's voice said from Nikolai's laptop.  “We just finished a very intense session.  She's still a little hot from it.”

Shit!  It was Milner's voice, I realized.  The shopkeeper must have opened a Skype session with him.

I looked at Amy, who seemed frozen in place, her brown eyes, widening in terror.  But I also saw her hips shifting.  Was she getting wet?

Fuck! We had to get out of there.

“Aim, we have to leave now!” I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the counter. We started for the door.

“Amy doesn’t want to leave,” Milner's voice said as Nikolai spun the laptop around toward us. I almost tripped over my feet, when Amy stopped.  It felt like I was pulling a leaden weight.  

“No, Aim, don’t listen to him! We have to go!” I heard myself pleading. Her widened eyes frantically went back and forth between me and Milner's image on the screen.  She turned back toward me, a guilty look on her face as she turned and walked back to the counter.

“No!” I shouted. “Amy! Please!  For BJ!”

“Oh, relax, QB,” Milner said.  “Besides, you can’t find the door anyway.”

Did he think I was an idiot? I looked in the direction I had been headed before Amy stopped, and I only saw a solid wall.  What the fuck? I started looking around frantically, but for the life of me I couldn’t see a goddamned door.  But I knew it was there.  Maybe if I felt all the walls, I could find the door handle.

Nikolai laughed heartily.

“I’ll never understand,” Nikolai said.  “But is so funny to see.”

“How have you been, my friend?” Milner asked him. Were they really going to have a polite conversation now? Were they really friends, or was Nikolai also under Milner’s control?

“Very very good, yes,” Nikolai said. “But there is one small thing you could help with. She still wants to cook all of these Puerto Rico meals. They stink up my home. Can you make her cook good Russian dishes? So much better.”

If I wasn't trying so hard to look for the door, I would've expressed shock over Nikolai putting in an order like he was talking to a waiter.

“Absolutely, my friend,” Milner said. “I want to have a little fun first.  You don’t mind if I borrow her for a bit, do you?”

“Of course,” Nikolai said.

“Oh, and Nikolai,” Milner said.  “You might want your video camera handy.”

Nikolai smiled wickedly and pulled out his phone.  

I turned around and searched even more desperately for the door.

 Chapter 10 by Amy

Things were happening too fast.

All day, I felt like I was flipping back and forth between two people living in my mind. I started as the Mind Master’s sexy new woman, but I shook it off with Brent’s help.  I remembered myself as Amy, Brent’s wife and BJ’s mom. But it was getting hard to hang on to. I was slipping back into sexy submission. Trying on the fur coat felt so sexy. I desperately wanted Brent to find me desirable in it, but I wanted the Mind Master's approval even more. Now Brent was furiously looking for a door that was right in front of him so we could avoid whatever Milner had in mind for us. Milner's comment about the video camera made me nervous, and I didn’t want to be filmed doing something embarrassing. I’m sure this was adding to Brent’s panicked attempts to get us out of here. I could have told him where the door was, since I could see it right in front of him, but I didn’t want to. Something kept me from wanting to leave. I was curious to see what Milner had in mind for me.

Maria was now looking at me, I realized. She was staring at me in a predatory, sultry way. I wondered if she could see fear in my eyes. Her eyes were smoky and exotic. In my peripheral vision, I could see Nikolai take out his phone and record us as Maria walked up to me. My heart was beating so fast, I could feel it pounding in my throat.

She was getting closer and closer, until she entered my personal space, just a couple inches in front of me. So close that our fur garments were touching. Her arms snaked out and started stroking mine. She pulled me into her embrace, while whispering in my ear.

“I just spent the last hour so deep in trance for him,” she hissed into my ear. “It was so deeply relaxing, deeply submissive. Oh mi dios, chica, I go so deep under our Master’s hypnotic power.”

She moaned into my ear before she licked my earlobe. Hearing her talk about being hypnotized by “our Master” was getting me aroused.

“I go so deep for him, until all I want is to go deeper and please him,” she said directly in my ear with her Puerto Rican accent. “To serve him. It is so submissive, so sexy, so hypnotic, so caliente.  I know you have felt it, too. I know that he has made love to your mind. Fucked your mind until all you want is to be fucked by him even more, mentally and physically. Isn’t that right, chica?”

“YES!” I whined, my body shuddering in pleasure, betraying me. Yesssss, I wanted it so badly. I was breathing heavily now, so aroused by thoughts of his power over me.  Also, by thoughts of her submitting to him. Oh my god, was I getting turned on by another woman? The butterflies in my stomach were making my knees shake as she pulled back her head enough that I could look into her smoky, sultry eyes. She slowly leaned into me, and we kissed. Slowly at first and then more passionately. Then, we were heatedly making out.

My heart sank as she pulled away from me, sauntering over to a velvet bench in the side of the salon. Crooking her finger, she summoned me. I went to her like a moth to a flame, kneeling before her. She put her hands around me at the small of my back, and pulled me in between her now open legs.  I could feel her fingers slowly running up my chinchilla-covered spine, giving me goosebumps all over and causing my nipples to stand erect beneath my blouse. Without a word, she pulled my chinchilla coat off me, and I obediently removed my arms from the sleeves.  Then, she removed my blouse and expertly unhooked my bra.  I was at her mercy, like eager putty in her skilled hands.

My erect nipples were on display and I realized how exposed and uncomfortable that made me feel. What was I doing? This was going too far, too fast. I wasn’t a lesbian! I was a soccer mom. A wife. Brent’s wife.

I stood up tentatively, looking back at him, and wondering if he had found the door yet. He was just standing in the middle of the room, staring at us. Not much different than creepy Nikolai with his phone. He certainly wasn’t looking at me like a soccer mom. He was probably fantasizing about me having hypnotized lesbian sex with this super-hot Latina, who I realized was in the process of slipping the luxurious chinchilla jacket back on me. I put my arms back through the sleeves, at least comfortable to be covered up again. I knew I should've protested to all of this, but my breath caught in my throat as she leaned forward and took my left nipple in her lips. I gave a little gasp as she gently sucked it and rolled her tongue over it while keeping a firm grasp on the back of my chinchilla jacket. She let her tongue and lips work on my nipple until I thought I couldn't take it anymore.  Then she started to kiss my breast with gentle little brushes of her lips and tongue, and worked her way over to my other breast. Her hands were exploring the back of my skirt and panties, and the back of my thighs with light brushes of her fingertips. They roamed to the inside of my thighs and the front of my skirt, and when she rubbed my pussy through my panties, I almost collapsed into the pleasure. A hot rush I'd never felt before coursed through me and I almost came right then and there. She rubbed my heated pussy before taking her mouth away from my nipple.

 "We are his hypnotized sex toys,” she moaned to me.  “He wants this. We want this." She reached around and undid my skirt, then began sliding my panties down my legs. As they reached my knees, she leaned in and kissed my navel, letting her tongue explore it while I stepped out of them. Holding my ass gently, she traced a wet trail of little kisses from my belly button to the top of my pubic mound. I shuddered involuntarily, since she was so close to having her mouth on my clit.  And it was so wrong, it made me feel hotter.  My knees buckled and my breath caught in my throat.  I would have fallen if Maria hadn't turned me toward the velvet bench. I collapsed back onto it with my feet still on the floor. Maria knelt between my legs. She took off her sable vest and her bra, exposing her cinnamon breasts in their full glory. She was magnificently golden brown. Her brown nipples were taut and erect, mirroring mine, and her eyes were locked onto mine as that Latina smile traveled to the inside of my right thigh. When her lips kissed me there, I gasped aloud and my breath escaped me in a sharp gasp. As her hands came up around my hips and her mouth moved closer to my pussy, I balled my fists and squeezed them into my cheeks with a ragged moan I'd never made before. Her tongue slowly teased its way to my labia and I thought I'd die from overwhelming pleasure. As her hands held my thighs open, her tongue glided around the edge of my pussy, before she put her mouth over it. She lingered there for a blessed eternity as her tongue played with me, and her lips covered my clit and pussy, and sucked and teased me until I couldn't take it anymore. Her fingers moved to the bottom of my pussy, and started teasing my sensitive skin while her mouth continued to work its magic on my clit. As my tension built rapidly towards climax, she slipped a finger inside me, and raked it against the front of my vagina, rubbing it back and forth. As she did this harder and faster, her lips and tongue moved faster on my clit, and my breathing became ragged--almost in time with her movements. My hips rose from the velvet cushion, but her mouth and hands stayed with me as I slipped toward orgasm. When she pushed two fingers into me—while sucking hard on my clit--I came hard.

 I heard my voice calling out, “Mind Master!” repeatedly as my hips almost bucked her off, but she pressed me down into the bench. I came even harder the second time--the hot waves rushing through my body almost caused me to pass out, but my voice never tiring of my mantra: “Mind Master! Mind Master!” I was lost in a post-orgasmic haze, my eyes barely open, but I saw Nikolai literally pick Maria up off the ground and threw her across the desk, fucking her savagely from behind. This was turning into some sort of orgy. I looked across the salon at Brent. He was just staring at me with his dick in his hands, furiously jerking off, with a pleading look in his eyes.  It was cute watching Qewbie struggle.

[obsessive-ego]

Hot and sweaty

Anyone else hate hot weather and get super sweaty?

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Warning nsft

Voyeurism, masterbation

You come home sweaty and beej has a thing for that smell

You hated summer, you hated the heat, unfortunately your home town was known for its gross summers, it was hot, heavy, and muggy. Running errands openly sucked on days like this, you didnt drive, and the grocery store was only 2km from your home, which was fine during any other time.

The Deetz have asked you to "babysit" beetlejuice while they were on a vacation, the maitlands also pleaded this so they could have some alone time, you didnt mind, you enjoyed the demon's presence, and he yours, ever since you sucker punched him after a jump scare gone wrong, he became very clingy to you.

You were walking back home after retrieving misc groceries and snacks for movie night with Beej, unfortunately today was one of those hot and muggy days, you could feel the sweat rolling down your back, you felt so gross, hopefully you can steal some time to yourself and shower when you got home. Beetlejuice was already there, you summoned him this morning, but realized shortly after you still had adult things to do, he pouted about it, like usual, but shit needs to get done, that's how it is for the living.

Heading up to your apartment you felt sorta relieved, you felt so slimy and gross form the heat, but you were home.

Unlocking the door and heading inside to you small apartment, before you could even take your shoes off the bags you were carrying were gone, and you were pulled into the tight, cold embrace, of your undead friend.

The sudden temperature drop made you sigh in contentment, you weren't exactly the touchy feely type, but this was nice.

"Happy to see me doll? You missed me that much in the hour you were gone? Glad to see we're on the same page sugar" he laughs

You pull away, obviously embarrassed

"Where did you put my bags?" You sigh, finally removing your sneakers

"Away, dont worry about it" the ghoul pauses before leaning in close and taking a deep breath through his nose. "You smell different, stronger"

Your deodorant must have crapped out on you, you sigh, you probably smelled really bad, you could feel your shirt clinging to you back with how sweaty you were.

"Sorry, it's just really hot out and-" your babbling was interrupted with Beej leaning in closer, mouth practically against your ear.

"You smell really good sweet heart" he purrs, you flinch and move away out of panic.

For once his flirting and your reaction wasnt followed by his awful cackle, looking back he had that awful smug smirk he always wore when he got a rise out of you, but also the electric pink hue mixed in with the green mess of his hair, was he actually serious?!

Regaining yourself, you take a deep breath "I'm gonna shower okay? Please-"

You were interrupted by the snap of him fingers "Please Mr Beetlejuice, would you like to join me and scrub my back~?" You cover your mouth at that.

Beetlejuice laughs "I would love to doll, but I ain't a fan of water, I wouldn't mind watching though" he hollers after you as you had to the washroom.

He was messing with you and he was disgusting, so he probably did like the way your sweaty body smelled, you huff through your nose, you wish he was a tad easier to read, the hair helped, but it only went so far, the man never took anything seriously so he could be almost impossible to read, all you knew was that he liked to mess with you, and despite how awful and gross he could be, you honestly really enjoyed him being around, slipping out of your clothes, you couldnt help but smell you shirt, yup, it was as bad as expected, not to mention a little damp, gross, at least a shower will make you feel better.

Alone in the living room, the ghoul sighs, shame you decided to shower, he thought you were fine the way you were, smelled real good too, he knew how sweaty you got and how good it smelled from digging in your dirty laundry basket, you were the type to work out, so it was no surprise, he just never got to smell it straight from the source, would have LOVED to get to lick your neck and get a good taste though.

Lost in his own thoughts he is brought back with the sound of running water, you were gonna take a shower, you NEVER did that when he was around, and here he was not taking the opportunity.

With a snap of his fingers he was invisible, as much as he hated being invisible, this was an exception. Walking into the bathroom, he sits himself on the sink, your shower didnt have a window door like the Deetz, I was a a normal curtain, but transparent enough where he could see your silhouette. he sighs, content in the little show you're providing, he catches something out of his peripheral vision, your clothes you were wearing when you came in, they were thrown in a little pile on the floor, on top of the pile laided a bright red pair of panties, freshly worn, this was perfect, but the real question was 'would you notice?'. There was a real good chance you wouldn't, there was no way youd put back on your dirty sweet smelling clothes after a shower right? Right, youd probably just toss them in the laundry, it felt like an eternity debating on if he could get away with adding this crown jewel to his collection of cum rags he stole from you, he bit the bullet and took them, praying on your oblivious nature to not notice.

Once the lacy fabric was in his hand he was gone, leaving you to enjoy his new treasure. With a small apartment there really wasnt much places he could hide when you were around so he could tend to his urges, the bathtub was the go to, but that wasnt an option right now. Instead he took the hall closet, the only things it held were a vaccum, a few coats, and a pair of rain boots.

The running water stopped, beetlejuice carefully listened for you, hearing you move from the bathroom to your bedroom to get dressed, at frist he debated should he watch you dress or enjoy his new treasure asap, he chose the panties, the ghoul could watch you dress anytime, but these, fresh off your sweaty body panties, were rare and the opportunity probably wont come again.

With that thought he was set, bringing the crotch of the garment to his nose and inhaling deeply, he let's out a low quiet groan. These were so much stronger then the others, he fumbles with the fly on his pants, eager to free his ever hardening cock. Curious he licks the crotch, pleasantly surprised by the lingering taste of you, he let's out a soft whine, god slash satan he wanted to taste you from the source, but damn this was pretty close. The demon began lazily stroking his cock, your red panties pressed to his face, giving him the ability to both lick and smell them, bucking into his hand, the ghoul couldnt help but imagine you sitting on his face, fresh from a long workout or a walk in the heat, whatever would make you nice and sweaty for him, you would be shouting out how much you loved his tongue while you reached around and jerked him off.

Jerking himself a little faster he mumbles "you like that sugar? Yeah you do, you smell just as good as you taste sweetness, no wonder I call ya sugar~".

The closest was completely illuminated but BJ electric pink hair, he was completely lost in his own pleasure, his heart, if it was still beating, would have stopped completely when he herd you call his name, he completely forgot you were in the other room.

The ghoul had to think fast, get you off his trail until he finished, yes he liked you in a romantic way, soft kisses, dumb jokes, and pound you into the mattress kinda way, and yes he knew you liked him, but he was still unsure of how much, so finding him in his current situation could really ruin what chance he had with you, youd probably be sick to your stomach and banish him for good.

With that in mind he had the perfect little distraction.

You were finally dry and freshly clothed, feeling much more comfortable, wandering around your home looking for the demon who was so eager minutes ago when you walked in. This was odd, Beetlejuice would normally wait infront of the bathroom door or bedroom door when you were doing something private, normally chatting with you, but not this time, it was always worrying when beetlejuice was quiet.

Wandering around you start calling out his nicknames, you stop in your tracks as a little note appearing from no where flutters down in front of you, grabbing it, it was obviously written by Beej, the hand writing alone screamed it.

'Gone scaring, be back soon, love the ghost with the most' you sigh, he must if got bored waiting for you, you shurg it off heading to the living room to play some Nintendo while you wait for him to return.

Assuming that you bought his little note, he returns his attention to your panties, moving them from his face after one last long sniff, he stifles a moan, bringing the cloth to his throbbing cock, wrapping it with your panties. As much as the ghoul wanted to fuck you proper this was a close as he was gonna get for the time being, having his aching cock envelope by your heat would be a dream cum true, but having your fresh scent wrapped around his meat was a close second.

With the image of you moving your sex from him mouth to his cock for a ride, he began stroking himself once again, the image of you bouncing up and down on his cock, shouting out praises and your chest bounces. biting his knuckles while little moans and groans slip out, the demon couldnt help mumbling "you're so good for me Y/N, you like that? You love it dont you?". Bucking hard into his hand, his precum being soaked up by your undies, he knew he wasnt gonna last any longer, the thought of you begging him to finish inside of your pussy was more then enough to send him over the edge, soaking your little red panties with his cum, removing the garment, he cleans up the rest of his mess with the lacy cloth before pocketing it, he'll toss it in the wash later, as much as hed loved to slip it into your underwear drawer in Hope's youd wear them, you weren't that oblivious.

He finishes adjusting himself, straightening out his jacket and sliding his now soft cock back into his pants, the ghoul hums to himself completely content in himself.

Chilling on the couch playing animal crossing you are interrupted but a loud gravely voice "HONEY I'M HOME" glancing up in the direction of his voice the ghoul was next to you in a flash, you flinched at the sudden movement, beetlejuice drapes an arm over you shoulder and pulls you close

"Ya miss me babes? You smell real nice, but I'd rather you be hot a sweaty for me again, I got a few ideas in mind to get ya-" you shove him off

"Haha very funny, keep it up and no home delivery pizza tonight" you tease

Bj frowns for a second before pulling you back into him arms "babes you live for what I do too much to deny yourself the pleasure of my performance" he cackles

As much as you hate to give him the satisfaction, you admit your defeat and agree.

This was gonna be a great week together

[hopeishappinessff]

Chapter 42

I sat comfortably on the couch with Destani on one side of me and Nalay on the other. Chris thought it would be a good idea for everyone to meet up and hang out again and this time he suggested we all meet at his place. It’d also been nearly a week since he’d discovered the ring from Trey, but what he didn’t know was that I had yet to return the piece of jewelry. It’s not like I was planning to keep it, I just couldn’t find the time and nerve to approach Trey and tell him that not only could I not keep something that he’d given me from his heart, but it was my boyfriend that’d demanded I return it.

“Damn nigga, you cheatin like a bitch!” Chris yelled, snatching me out of my cloud of thought. He was sitting on the floor in front of his entertainment center, deeply engaged in some racing game with Rashad. BJ and Dontay sat nearby and they all shouted and swore so loudly, you’d think we were in a detached house rather than an enclosed apartment. “Nigga quit, you gone break my fucking controller!” Chris barked at Rashad, who quickly glanced down at the controller he’d just slammed on the floor… which left Chris an open opportunity to accelerate his onscreen race car though the finish line of the game.

He hopped up from the floor and victoriously danced around Rashad who, once again, tossed his controller down and began to pout and mumble incoherently to himself. “Man nigga whatever… with yo cheating ass.” He fussed with a roll of his eyes as he slid over to make way for Dontay and BJ to play their rounds. “Oh stop being a big ole pussy Shad! It’s about sportsmanship man… no wonder coach been on your ass about that shit.” Chris chuckled. As the boys all sat on the floor, continuously cussing and yelling at one another, the girls and I sat on and around the couch engaged in our own much more discreet conversation.

“See there, you know that bitch is tripping… just tryna bring Chris down in the process of fucking her own life up.” Tameka stated with a shake of her head after I’d finished recounting the story of the day Chris visited Gabby at the hospital. “I know man. The whole situation just sounds really fucked up. Like come on hoe… how dirty can you really be to not have a single fucking clue which one of these niggas is the father of this poor lil child?” Destani commented. "All I would like to know is, will the girl change?" Nalay started, "For most females, having children make them grow up and prioritize, you know… like there’s no more time for her to be running around behind all these guys anymore…”

“A hoe gone always be a hoe,” Destani quickly interrupted Nalay with a shake of her head, “And all I know is, this hoe better stay on her shit and off yours before I beat the uterus out her ass.” She exclaimed, nodding in my direction, which left me giggling and shaking my head. I’d become so wrapped up in our conversation that I nearly forgot all about the boys and their shouting match. They were getting more and more competitive in the game and I smiled warmly at the sight of Chris hollering like a child and glaring at the screen with furrowed brows. I flinched at the sudden feeling of a hand connecting with my leg, shaking lightly to get my attention.

I briefly glanced down at Tameka who sat on the floor right in front of me and hummed a quick “Hmm?” "Lemme see your hand." I absentmindedly lifted my hand to her, keeping my eyes glued to the two perfectly animated vehicles racing about wildly on the television screen as Dontay and BJ raced to the finish line. "Ain’t this that ring Trey gave you?" She asked suddenly. With my luck and only my luck, in that exact moment… I swore every single person in the room completely stopped what they were doing and made it a point to stare right at me. I knew my mind was exaggerated in this assumption, but it sure did feel like they all stared as my heart dropped along with my gaze. I eyed the dreadful piece of jewelry as a wave of nausea ripped through me.

I’d absolutely forgotten that I had even slipped the thing on earlier in the day. I’d become so accustomed to wearing it every single day, I must have slipped it on unconsciously after I got dressed. I would never intentionally wear the thing after Chris expressed how he felt about it and I felt horrible the moment Tameka called out my blunder. Quickly pulling my hand out of her grasp, I tried to snatch the ring off before Chris could look over and realize what was going on… but it was far too late. The moment Tameka had actually blurted out her obnoxious and apparently loud question, he’d already turned to face the commotion and he locked his eyes directly on the ring as I slid it off.

I could feel his stare piercing my face now and from the corner of my eye I could see that he’d even paused a new round of racing he’d just started with Rashad. "Bro, what you doing? Start the game back up." Rashad complained as he sat beside Chris, staring at him as he stared at me. Chris only shook his head as he stood up from the floor and shut off the entire console "Nah man, I think we gone have to finish this game another time."

Rashad stayed put on the floor, looking back and forth between both BJ and Dontay with a look of bewilderment on his face. Surprising us all, Chris made his way straight to the front door and quickly unlocked the two locks. "I think ya'll should actually probably go now.” He stated calmly as he swung it open. No one uttered a single word and they all seemed to exchange confused glances, as though waiting for him to say he was only joking. But he wasn’t… I knew he wasn’t and I kept my gaze low and waited tensely for everyone else to realize that. Eventually, once reality finally set in that he was indeed dead serious, they all started the process of slipping on their shoes and jackets and one by one they headed for the door. I could feel the worried stare of Destani as she moved past me, but I didn’t even bother to look at her as Chris waited quietly at the door.

"You good bro?" Dontay asked, moving past Chris and out into the breezeway. "I'm straight." He replied softly, not bothering to look at him… because his eyes were still locked on me. Dontay stared at him for a moment through skeptical eyes then bid him adieu with a handshake, followed by Rashad and BJ. The door finally slid shut and after he locked it, Chris leaned against the wall behind it and glared at me through a set of penetrating russet orbs.

"You still have it?" He spoke lowly, so low that I barely made out what he said. “I was gonna…” “You still have it.” He stated rather than asked. With a sigh, I nodded slowly and plucked the ring from my side. I held it up in the palm of my hand for him, but he only continued to lean against the wall behind the door, with his eyes glued to it. "You know," He started, pausing for a moment to glance up at me, "I think It's pretty fucked up that I asked you to give that back to its owner about a week ago… yet for some reason, you still have it. Would you care to explain why that is? Or better yet… why it’s even in this apartment?”

With a deep sigh, I turned my head away from him and rolled my eyes "I forgot to give it to him Chris... I'll give it to him sooner or later." "Or maybe you'll give it to him sooner rather than later." He stated firmly. "It's not even a big deal... it's just a ring." I frowned as I turned back to face him. "It's a huge fucking deal Sy’Diyah!" He roared suddenly. He was slowly beginning to make his way toward me now and I stood from my seat, ready to face him head on if he allowed his temper to get too carried away.

"It is not a big deal Chris. You’re only getting worked up like that because this is something he gave me before we even got together. And because I didn’t jump to give it back to him when you told me to.” I fussed with my arms now crossed over my chest. "You fucking right I'm worked the fuck up... how the fuck would you feel if I walked in here one day with some shit Gabby or some other bitch gave me?" He asked. I glared at him through squinted eyes and shifted my weight to one leg. He was making this whole thing way too big of a deal and at this point I wished that I too would have left the apartment back when everyone else left.

"That's totally different and stupid and I can’t believe you would even say that..." I tried to argue, only to be quickly cut off. "How the fuck is it different? You telling me that it's alright for you to have shit from another nigga, but I can't have nothing from another bitch?" He stood only a few feet away from me now and I finally noticed the rose tone in his cheeks. "First of all, I don’t think it's necessary for you to continue to curse at me like that and second… no that's not what I'm saying." "Well what the fuck are you saying then!” At this point, he was now chest to chest with me and his daunting height left me with an urge to shy away from him, but I continued to stand my ground and stare assuredly into his eyes.

"If you would stop yelling and listen, then maybe I can actually get my point across!” I screamed in his face. "I am listening, but all I hear is bullshit!” He shouted right back. With a frustrated huff, I finally pushed past him and attempted to move away from him completely. I only managed to make it a few feet away before he reached forward to grip one side of my waist and yanked me right back. He wrapped his other hand around the front of my throat and without much force, he tilted my head back and leaned in until his lips hovered just above my left ear "I don't think I said I was done talking, did I?"

"Let me go Chris." I demanded softly. "No, because I think you got me fucked up if you think you just gonna start walking away from me when I’m talking to you. I already told you not to ever fucking walk away from me, didn’t I?” His tone was unexpectedly calm and it was as if he’d just completely morphed in that very moment… his entire demeanor had even noticeably relaxed. With a deep breath, I shut my eyes and focused on fighting back the tears of frustration brewing behind my lids. "Please let me go." I whispered in a quivering voice. "You gone walk away from me?"

I shook my head slowly and quietly waited for him to let me go. The moment he did, I swiftly swung around and slapped him on the chest as hard as I could. As if my arms had a mind of their own, I continued to rain my hands down all over his chest with the tears I’d previously forced back now leaking down my cheeks. He stared down at me like I’d completely lost my mind and stepped back away from me in an effort to get out of the path of my furious hands. Once I backed him into one of the floor to ceiling windows on the far side of the living room, he finally reached forward to grab ahold of my wrists and he pulled me forward, colliding my chest against his.

"The fuck is your problem girl?" He asked with the deepest frown on his face. My breathing was labored and I shook my head as though it would help to slow down the river of tears flowing from my eyes. He pulled my arms around his torso and I instinctively linked my hands together behind his back as he cupped my face and tilted it up so he could look directly into my eyes.

“You crying now… why? You did all that and now you crying… why you crying?” He muttered, wiping the pads of his thumbs over my cheeks. Sniffling relentlessly, I tried to pull my face from his grasp, but he held on firmly and continued to stare at me. “Get off me Chris.” I murmured, refusing to make eye contact with him, even as I contradicted myself by maintaining my grip around his waist. “Look at me,” He said, but I’d already averted my gaze down to his chest. He tilted my head further back until I had no choice but to look up at him and stared at me with furrowed brows “Tell me why you crying.”

I shook my head and shut my eyes completely, when suddenly he leaned down and meshed his lips against mine. He tugged at my bottom lip and sucked it gently into his mouth then nibbled on it for a bit before letting go. "Talk to me love… what you crying for?" He asked, moving his head to one side so he could nuzzle his face in the crook of my neck. "You made me mad Chris." I responded. He pressed his lips against every spot on the side of my neck then moved further down to my collar bone, all while his hands eased the hem of my shirt up.

"I... made you... mad?" He asked between each strategic kiss he planted all over my skin. "Yeah." I moaned as I tilted my head back on my own accord. "Well, you really pissed me off... you don't see me crying, do you?" He mumbled after detaching his lips from a patch of skin just above my collar bone. He didn’t leave much time for me to respond… he’d already squatted in front of me to wrap his hands around the back of my thighs and lifted me up. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist and held on as he led me over to the couch.

My back collided with the plush material and I gripped onto the back of his neck to keep him steady as I ravished his mouth with my own. I could feel him shifting above me, but I kept my eyes shut as I turned my head left and right, continuing to make out with him like my life depended on it. It wasn’t until I felt his shirt lift that I realized what he was trying to do and I released him from my hold to allow him space to get the fabric off.

He wasted no time moving on to his jeans and he had those off in only a few seconds. Soon after, he dropped his hands down to my pants and as he worked to get them off, I pushed my back up from the couch and crossed my arms over the front of myself to yank off my shirt. Within the blink of an eye, he picked up right where he left off in the kiss as though he’d never left and he swiftly eased his hands beneath my back to unhook my bra. Once he’d removed the hindrance, he cupped my breasts and squeezed them over and over again in his hands. As though he was anxious from not being able to taste them, he snatched away from my lips hastily and moved down to draw my right nipple into his mouth.

There was urgency in his movements. It felt like he had a point to make and a limited amount of time to make it. He’d already shifted to the side and suckled my left nipple into his mouth. I moaned out and tossed my head back into the couch cushion when I felt his fingers toying with my clit through the material of my underwear. Sliding them to the side, I gasped at the sudden intrusion of his index and middle fingers and gripped onto the back of his head as he pumped his fingers slowly. "Chriiiiisss..." I whined as I rolled my head around to one side and peered at him through lustfully squinted eyes.

"What? You want me to stop... you not feeling good?" He muttered, upping the pace of his fingers. "You’re teasing… stop." I whimpered. He stopped immediately and pulled his face up from my breast, staring down at me with a smirk on his full and moist lips "You don't like to be teased baby?" Shaking my head, I quietly watched as he pulled his fingers from my core and stuck them in his mouth like a lollipop. He sat propped on his knees in front of me on the floor and after assuring that his fingers were completely dry from my nectar, he dropped his hands down to his boxers. His fingers slipped into the waistband riding his hips and I eyed him closely as he pushed the boxers down, freeing his rock-hard erection.

He only dropped them down to his thighs before gripping his shaft with one hand as he used the other to rub at my throbbing clit. "And you don’t like teasing right?" His voice was raspy and low as he watched me buck beneath him. I moaned breathlessly and tucked my bottom lip away into my mouth as he rubbed the hard head of his penis against the sopping entrance of my core. “Yes… no?” He pushed the tip in and pulled out abruptly, then did it again until I gave in and screamed “No!”

“Well let me talk to you about what I don’t fucking like.” Swiftly and without warning, he pummeled halfway into me and continued to thrust until he bottomed out, then he pulled out completely and thrust his hips forward until he picked up a steady pace. “You gone let me talk to you baby?” "Yeah." I cried with bated breath. "Good." He mumbled. He slipped his hands under my knees and lifted them, spreading my legs wide to give himself the perfect aerial view. His eyes were glued to the space between us as he watched his very own disappearing act…

"Who's pussy is this?" He asked, keeping his head low but raising his gaze in the most menacing manner. "Yo... yours..." I groaned, desperately heaving for air… he held me down in such an awkward position that kept my neck and shoulders bent against the cushions of the couch. "Yeah, that’s right... my pussy..." With ease, he pushed my legs together and lifted them higher to plant one on each of his broad shoulders. He gripped tightly onto the front of my knees and began to rise from his kneeling position until he stood to his full towering height. I gulped in as much air as I could the moment my neck straightened, but clawed at the couch because I just knew he was going to drag me right off and leave my upper half dangling in the air.

With my legs secured over his shoulders, he swiftly reached for my arms, yanking me up so I could throw my arms around the back of his neck. The position was like something from a wild porn scene and he transitioned into it so fluidly, I would have wondered about his prior sexual experiences… if it weren’t for the incredible sensation of the new depth he reached while he dug in and out of me relentlessly, gripping my butt to keep me steady. I tossed my head back and squealed as he moved toward the wall of windows I’d become infatuated with the moment I first laid eyes on them.

Those windows overlooked the downtown metropolitan area of the city. They weren’t covered by curtains or even blinds and in that exact moment, as the sun went down over the city… he stood powerfully and completely naked with only a pair of boxers at his ankles and my back pressed against the cold glass. With the exception of my thong which had been pushed to one side long ago, I too was as naked as a mole rat and together… we created a passionate love scene that played out erotically right in that window.

“This is my pussy right?” He grunted, making sure to keep his eyes on mine as he gave me his all. "Yes Chris!" I hollered, tossing my head back against the glass with a thud and holding onto him for dear life. "So this your dick, yeah?" "Yessss…” "It's nobody else's... just yours?" "Yesssssss…” "So you gone give that fucking ring back?" "YEEEEESSSSSS!" I screamed so hard and so loud, I was sure we were well on our way to getting the attention of one of his neighbors or even a bystander on the sidewalk three floors down.

"Tell me you gone give it back baby." He demanded as he altered the position by sliding my legs down from his shoulders and spreading them into a wide split with me gripping tighter onto the back of his neck as my back remained one with the glass. "I'm... I'll gi... back." I could barely breathe, let alone talk, and to make matters worse… I could feel an intense orgasm lingering just around the corner. "Say that shit girl... let me know what you gone do with that ring." His words spurt out in rough gusts and I attributed it to the fact that he pumped in and out of me so hard and tactfully, he was knocking the breath out of himself. "I'll give it back Chris... OH MY GOD, I WILL..." The convulsions came then, harder than I could have ever imagined, and I cried and screamed and clawed at the back of his neck as I squirted all over his midsection and legs between his deep thrusts.

His hips didn’t stop though… never even slowed down as he began to moan just as loud, if not louder than me and nearly dropped one of my legs while he rode his own wave of ecstasy. As quickly as I could, I dropped my legs down around his waist while he leaned against me, meshing his sweaty body against mine and trapping me against the glass. He pressed his hands against the glass on either side of my head and quaked against me until he came down from his intense orgasm minutes later.

At this point we were both at a complete loss of breath and panting like two dogs in heat. He dropped his face into the crook of my neck and pressed his lips against the moist skin there then raised his head and nibbled at my ear lobe. "This is my pussy right?" He asked quietly as he dropped a hand down between us and drummed his thumb over my painfully sensitive clit. I nodded and prayed he wouldn’t demand me to speak as I trembled in his arms… I was sure my voice was completely out after what he’d just put me through.

"And this is your dick… yeah?" I nodded again as he continued to nibble at my ear and toy with my clit, "So give him back the ring. This is yours… I, am yours. No other nigga, especially not that nigga… just me. You know what you telling me when you take shit like that from other niggas?" I stared at him through hazy eyes and slowly shook my head "You telling me that I'm not your nigga. Just give it back for me, alright." I nodded obediently, simply because I didn’t have it in me to argue back, and allowed myself to sink into his arms as he lifted me away from the wet glass and carefully carried me back to his bedroom. I was waiting for him to climb into the bed with me so I could curl up beside him and finally succumb to sleep, but he didn't. He simply kissed me on the cheek after tucking my naked body beneath the comforter, slipped on a new pair of boxers, and made his way back into the living room to clean up the mess we’d made.

[curiouskarenscapers2017]

Volume 7  February 2005

INDEX: Miaoli 2/6 ¡V 2/7 Chinese New Year 2/8 ¡V 2/9 Constantine 2/9 Traditional lunch 2/10 Taichung ¡V Chung Yo 2/12 Earthquake 2/19

And so the Chinese New Year sped towards us, the school slowed down and the holiday beckoned. Finally a few days without the kids and school! Whatever will we be doing?

Our plans still stood for getting on a train and going exploring towards the south of Taiwan. Melissa was to take new classes at the other school when the holiday was over so she was told to get driving lessons on the scooter with me as her teacher, let’s see how that goes. So Saturday dawned and we took the bike to the open parking lot where the night market usually gets set up. Melissa did great and looked like a pro. We went to the other schools where I gave her the tour as to what’s where and so on. We quickly went to Carrefour for some shopping and then went back to the apartment to drop the groceries off, and then the fun started! I told Melissa she could take the scooter back to the school and I will walk. It’s difficult to piggyback someone on a bike if you are not familiar with the bike in the first place. You have to do the one before the other. Get used to the balance and how the bike handles etc. So I followed her to where our parking garage exited into the road via a ramp. She revved the bike a few times, looked all professional and darted up the ramp! The red light came on warning of down coming traffic as she accelerated up the ramp. Just in time she saw the car as she rounded the first little bend in the ramp and applied the brakes. Sheeeeeew!! Good job!! Then as the car passed she revved the bike a tad too much and still had to turn the bike at a 90degree angle to round the corner, this was a tad too tricky for a beginner scooterist and she braked and accelerated at the same time and the bike didn’t turn at all!. I think one only realizes how fragile a scooter is when you try out a stunt like that! Melissa went north and the scooter went south. Thank goodness she had on her helmet because I heard it hit the wall from where I was. Full throttle into the pillar and wall! She was fine of course¡Kthinking her nose was broken initially and boy did that bruise a bit for the next two weeks! She was lucky it wasn’t broken! All in good spirits! I was wondering if the school would ever let us use the scooter again. I rode it back to the school….sideways as the suspension of the front tyre was a tad bent. We went on holiday that day so; we’ll see whether they’ll just fix it when we get back. Thanks hey! There you go! The basket was flat against the body, but I managed to pull it into somewhat of a square shape and put the front cover kinda back in to a presentable position. It looked fine man, no problem, just the sideways driving got me a bit, indicating this way and driving this way! Interesting, definitely tests the driving skills!!!!! Melissa was ok!

So that afternoon, which was Saturday 5th we were asked whether we wanted to go on holiday with total strangers! Of course we said yes and off we went at about 7:30 in the morning! We met up with Kim at her apartment with Alicia and met up with our first stranger Cynthia. A friend of Kim’s through her Salsa classes. We stopped at a McDonalds and waited for another pair called Edward and Iman, I named her, her Chinese name was similar and we thought she was very attractive so we named her after the super model, fair enough! Edward was cool and very funny; this was going to be cool. We also met up with another couple Jimmy and Mila, who was driving a black Solio (Suzuki) I want one!!!! So ugly but cute ugly! Bit bigger than a Smart car but a type of Smart van looking car! My mother would look good in one!! Maybe I can organize in my luggage somehow! I must say it was extremely big inside and looked smaller than it really was.

So off we went, where are we going? Oh, Miaoli, exactly like you would say it. I love these types of holiday’s they turn out to be the best, you expect nothing, no nobody and don’t know where you going! I was SOOOOO excited!!! My camera was fully charged and ready to go! Our first stop was in the misty mountains of Taiwan on our way in a Northerly direction, towards Taipei. It was stunning, everything was foggy or smoggy! Whatever, I thought of it as foggy! We went up winding little narrow roads until we reached a place called Lion¡¦ Head Mountain. Apparently it looks like a loin’s head from the one side and even has a tail obviously on the other side. What a cool place, all very eerie and misty and jungley. I loved it! I started clicking away immediately. I saw three old Chinese people sweeping the road on the way to the temple in traditional straw hats in the mist, you could just make them out, I took a stunning sepia coloured photo, it looked as if it was ancient times and I was swept away in my imagination into the days of Genghis Caan and whoever else terrorized the country side. I was all over the place while the group was deciding and waiting for people. We were on the back of the lion and started following a stairway down into the valley we couldn’t see because of the fog but I could “see” it! It was beautiful! Far off we could hear the forlorn sound of a flute playing and people’s voices.

We descended into the illusive valley feeling the air get damp and smelling the earthy vegetation.

The trees were entangled above us and the misty light filtering through them gave enough light to step onto the moss-covered stone steps. Slippery at times but manageable. Like a magical forest there appeared strange writings on the cliff walls, warning their travelers of dangers ahead or praying for their safe passage. Gray etched into cold hard gray.

The flute still beaconed and we were like adventurers in a lost land following the golden phoenix to some exotic mysterious destination that holds endless and priceless treasures and then it materializes through the mists of Miaoli. First the vague shape of a small Chinese temple roof top then the path connecting it to us and the smells of cooking. A small set up outside the main temple welcomed us and offered their wears that vary from traditional to plastic cell phones that play electronic tunes.

We entered the small gateway decorated in the traditional way. We were transported into another world of ancient traditions and beliefs with the flute as our guide.

The walkway lead us to our musician as he started another forlorn tune that brought memories of times past and lives lived. Surrounded by traditional instruments, maps and scrolls he smiled a toothless smile and offered us to try the flutes. I tentatively chose a large bamboo flute and tried to sound like him, but to no avail. It sounded like me blowing out my candles on my last birthday…scary! Anyway, where were we..?Oh yes, I wished him a Happy New Year in Chinese (shienien Kwai lur) and we disappeared into the mist.

As we left him and heard the flute again we rounded a corner and there the ancient temple emerged brightly decorated against the gray walls and floors. It looked like a sentry watching over mankind and the mountain staring out straight ahead into the mist.

The rooftops are ornately decorated with flying faans (like a peacock but an ancient bird that is always depicted fighting a dragon)

The roof tops slowly appeared out of the mist and the treasure was revealed! It looked like a mythical battle scene between animals time forgot.

It was a strange and beautiful sight. I turned around to find how best to describe what I felt at this stage and to truly capture the atmosphere that existed here. A feeling of spiritual awe combined with reverence and excitement of discovery. An amazing experience! I clicked away.

We went exploring further, every nook and cranny! No ornament was left unturned. They had a small cave carved out of the stone and molded to offer a cave like experience with a surprise at the end for the one who explores effectively.

Then our group had to turn back and continue our journey to our end destination of Miaoli. Our payment for being able to experience this amazing place and seeing the forbidden was 1115 steps back up the lions back! We gasped for air as we reached the top.

Thanks for that!!

We stopped off at a traditional restaurant that offered teas and cakes….with a difference.

You have to make it yourself! Interesting!

But it was the best fun. Our first task was to make Lai Tsa, which is a traditional tea that you make by grinding nuts and herbs into a pasty substance.

Jimmy and Bruce grinning on. The waitress then brings hot tea water and we mixed them together and stirred until the green thickish soup is ready for consumption!

Delightful taste with a nutty and often chewy texture to it! I had about 6 cups….They were small cups man! Then came the Chinese cake. Many cakes here in Taiwan are of a chewy substance or texture. More like a kind of dough not cooked. The traditional Chinese Cake we had comes in a plate with a white/cream sticky dough and surrounded by crushed peanuts. You pull the dough apart into manageable balls that stick to the chopsticks you have to use to the pulling apart and then you dunk it in the peanut powder. Lovely!! Good taste too, but not too much. I did however have the urge to do the usual van der Spuy mixing things together to see what it would taste like etc. and then added the peanut powder to my lai tsa….the best move ever, tasted even better!

Once again Jimmy and Bruce show us how it’s done!! Thanks boys!! I’ll look into getting them on a cooking show, maybe the Jimmy and Bruce Ready Steady Cook!! Or maybe the BJ Cook club….or not!

Anyway, that was our little “koek en tee” the Chinese way! On our way out we were hijacked into making somebody else’s Chinese cake…..

They asked for this, man!!! Enjoy guys! I hope that comes off our bill!! Kim got “stuck” into it as well…you go girl!

“Back on the road again”, Shrek 2 – Donkey’s holiday song in the coach! Cynthia’s driving was great as we hugged the mountains and veered to miss the race down hill! I’ll let her drive any day! We arrived shortly after, at a famous traditional Hakka restaurant….”what are we doing here?” I asked innocently, “we are having lunch” they said rubbing their hands together…”oh, again?” I asked. Silly question. Needless to say I only had a bit but boy the bit I had was a stunning lamb stew pot while the others got stuck into all kinds of different foods. When I tasted the lamb, I was transported back home on a Sunday and having a lamb neck potjie………..aaaaahhh yes. It was soo rich compared to what we were getting used to here in Taiwan that a few cubes of meat later I was stuffed….I like Hakka food very much!!!

Hakka was and is the traditional people of Taiwan. Like our Zulus or Ndebele. Same types of clothing and art works. Very interesting how that happens continents away and millennia apart. Their clothes are very bright and colorful, lots of reds and blues. Stunning.

After that we found our accommodation and everyone was ready to pass out! The total trip was not even 2 hours driving from Changhua, where we live. We drove into the little country town bustling with people and scooters. We stayed at staff accommodation for a company called Changhwa Telecoms. Stunning way of doing it. The shop is on the road level and the rooms are above on the 4th floor.

We got given our options of rooms as we were the only people staying there for the night. We checked the room and it reminded me a lot of the usual Holiday inn rooms, maybe a tad smaller, Formula One, maybe. The we saw the VIP suite, never been used in mint condition with a widescreen TV…we’ll take it!!! SO the four foreign people take the VIP room and organize accordingly. There was a double bed and we added two mattresses we found in another room. Amazing little thin mattresses, very comfortable!

So we crashed for what was about 30min, when a knock at the door revealed Edward asking whether we wanted to go to the lake. Kim slept and Alicia, Melissa and I went. The “lake” turned out to be a bit of a pond really. Nice and all, in the forest and everything but a little pond. We also walked a trail around it, which was very interesting and I rescued two puppies in a drain pipe trying to get out, obviously exploring too far! They were fine! The mother followed us for a while…probably to say thank you or thanks for getting the kids out when I wanted them in there for some peace and quiet! Anytime!!!!

We got back, woke Kim with M&M’s and we slowly got ready. The bathing suits were on, the towels were ready and off we went to the hot springs! It wasn’t even 10min drive from us. The steam rose as we approached the front entrance. We paid 350 NT and got given a disk. We turned around to where the shoe exchange was and got some funky slops. We walked down a walkway to where the pools were under roof but outside, so inviting! We got to the counter where you could get changed in the change rooms or leave your belongings in a locker. As you use the locker you get a plastic bracelet with the key on. Cool!!! Sun City must get this!

We were ready! In about 5min we were in the pools. What a cool feeling, nearly like my swimming spa but the real thing! Then the adrenaline kicked in, I was allover the place. What’s there, oh, ice cold water and there? Oh boiling water….hmmmmm interesting…what if I run from here and jump in the boiling water, then go from there to the ice cold pool and then back into the warm pool, what will happen? Let’s!!! I nearly passed out that’s what happened, when I hit the ice cold pool after a circuit, my eyes gave me drunk vision, my skin glowed a stunning tomato red colour as the circulation tried to keep up and I couldn’t walk straight without crawling through the boulders to the warm pool…I stayed there while until my sight steadied….sheeeeewwww what a rush!!!! And so we cooked and steamed for about 3 hours. Then the photo’s started! Kay arrived and she started taking the photos. We got a stunning “Zoolander” pose in that will do the movie proud! Left – Melissa, back – Alicia, right – Kim and front and centre- Karen. Just incase you couldn’t see past the “blue steel” look!

The last photo is more the Gorillas in the Mist look, my personal opinion.

After, that we went for supper at a restaurant and had dumplings. Not our dough dumplings that we know but a pastry with a vegetable filling steamed or fried. Delicious!

In this little restaurant there were the owners two kids, a little boy and a girl. The boy probably around 5 and the girl about 6 or 7. They were clearing the tables and wiping it down. I want to see our kids do that at that age. The little boy sat behind the till like the manager afterwards just incase we needed something else. The little girl brought our serviettes and chopsticks. Too cute!

We arrived back at our room and got ready to relax when the knock at the door asked us to join them in the staff party room. No ways!!!! We fixed up a bit and sauntered down the corridor to the end where there was a glass door. We opened it and the music flowed forth! The karaoke was in full swing with the singers looking bopping away excitedly. I have gained a new respect fro KTV (Karaoke TV) it is an amazing bonding experience! We were such an amazing composition of people together that it was probably the most exciting holiday in Taiwan ever!!! We soon got hooked into singing a few songs, although the English selection was a bit on the golden oldie side with the latest thing, Lemon Tree that was in Chinese except for …..”Lemon Tree”! House of the rising sun was sung with great gusto on our part, with Let it be a close second!!! With cheers and clapping and singing going on there was no ways anybody was having a bad time!!! I made a video of the Chinese girls singing a stunning little pop song in a real girl band manner!

What a party! Jimmy mixed some Famous Grouse 12years old in a decanter and I had a strange mix of Smirnoff ice and whiskey…interesting! We eventually went to bed around 11ish. And had a very fitful sleep!!! What a day!

We woke up and were soon carted off to breakfast at another Hakka delicacy restaurant. In the early morning hours Kay’s brother, Cynthia’s boyfriend was collected at the airport for a surprise visit from the USA. Needless to say Cynthia was the happiest ever!! She doesn’t see him for about 6months at a time while he studies there. His name was Chris.

Not your usual bacon and eggs but boy do I love this Hakka food….did I say that? It is rich and oily, just like home! Not so bad, but when you get used to steamed rice, cooked chicken and veggies and soy sauce, this is rich and oily

We were preparing to leave to go and find some more hot springs in a place called Taian. But not before we have a little group shot of the travelers from all over the globe who can get along like they were best friends for years!!!!

And off we went! Next!!!!

This time Chris was driving, there was definitely a difference…we were the ones racing down the mountain. Luckily we stopped at a temple in the mountains with a great view over a valley. The mists had subsided a bit and we had a clear day.

Enlarge the bottom right photo for a history on this temple, very interesting.

A bit of a subdued trip today as everybody was recovering and probably because we were going home at the end of it. But the warm breeze kept breezing, the sun kept shining and we were soon off again.

We finally arrived at Taian where a lot of construction was happening in the river bed. Their river’s here is not like ours where you have mainly sand and silt. Here it’s all volcanic because of the origins of the land, so the river bed is a river of gravel and boulders. Did I mention the river?…..what river? In a broad river bed of about 500m or more across, I’d say the river measured about 3ft across. They had built a road in the riverbed…my only concern was, if they are doing that and spending money on putting a road there, does the river EVER get any bigger say in the rainy season?….obviously not!! But it is a weird feeling driving on a tarred road in a riverbed! Images of the Mummy Returns keep popping up in my mind where the towering wall of water chases them through the canyons! Hey, I’m just visiting!

And guess what else they do here that we also do in good old SA….strawberry picking! What a treat, I have to come to Taiwan to do what my brother has done ages go in SA. Go figure! They organized a basket and we were allocated and area. We didn’t do serious picking, just enough for the group! They were huge!!! Not the big red one on the photo, that’s a balloon, the others.

Come and get your farm fresh strawberries from us, where you pick the strawberries and we smile!!

And off we went again! We arrived at a hot spring spa called Sunrise. Quite impressive but we ended up not swimming while the others did and had a coffee instead.

I went exploring for old times sake before we went home and waved good buy to a memorable holiday! I couldn’t believe it when they sorted out the bill for the weekend and we had to pay NT 500 each, this included all the lunches etc. R100 or less. Our accommodation we paid as we arrived and that was another R100 for the VIP suite and we paid NT350=R70 for the hot springs. They didn’t want to know about us paying for petrol! It was truly the best and cheapest holiday in a very long time!!! When are we going again??? Hey hey hey! We exchanged email addresses and said our sad good byes!

And so the Chinese New Year began. It was Monday and Tuesday on their new year’s eve we were invited to go to Monica’s family get together. What an experience that will be to have a family dinner as we do over Christmas, very much the same feeling as our Christmas, where family come together from all over. Apparently the greatest movement of people on earth over this time period. Mainland China and Taiwan exchange millions as people go home!

So we got picked up by Monica and off we went. Not to far outside Chunghua and not too far from Lukang, just on the outskirts between the two cities, where rice paddies greet the eye and open areas are being cultivated.

We arrived and were warmly greeted and made comfortable while we started watching “Meet the Fockers”. Here one realizes that humour is definitely a universal language although many nuances are lost, the main ideas are understood and found funny. Finally we were ushered outside to an open area surrounded by three buildings, a horseshoe shaped building with three separate parts. The building on the left was the house of the oldest son whose responsibility it is to look after the mother and father and who lives with them on the property. The centre building is reserved for their temple or rather shrine. This has a certain format and is the same where ever you go in Taiwan. It consists of two huge tables. One the height of about 5ft and about 7ft across in length. On this are placed the deities. Here were three. The god of the mental, old wise looking guy with a long white beard and white clothes, much like Gandalf in Lord of the rings without the hat. On the right a red faced god with black beard which is the god of the physical (Kung Fu) and in the centre a woman. Also on this level they placed insence and tangerines which is the fruit of New Year and good fortune. The second table is the same as the first but just smaller and fits in under the bigger one, usually drawn out in a step formation with incense and a few other items on it. All red lighting and coverings. Very interesting. The right building is also for family to stay in. In the little courtyard, about 5 round tables were placed with about 5 bowls of food on each. You get handed your little bowl, they fill it with rice or noodles (like spaghetti) and you add your meats and veggies on top and eat them together. Very festive! People chatting, family greeting, each uncle and aunt did their rounds to the various tables to wish each a happy New Year and good fortune. We toasted every time they came around, good wine!!

Even the dog has to use chopsticks to eat! Impressive!!! After the dinner we were invited to the uncles’ house for Oolong tea. We all sat there and drank our tea and eventually we left.

Monica took us to Puck’s place, her boyfriend, an artist who writes the most amazing Chinese scrolls. I’ll have to organise. We were under the impression that they do a count down like we do and braced our selves for the blast and thunder of crackers after twelve. But as we count down nothing happened. They have a temple ceremony at each temple and televised the main ones in Taipei and Lukang and other major centres. People were waiting outside the temples for the gates to be opened. Their custom is to place incense sticks in a sand filled earn and make their wishes. So the idea is that as the doors open whoever places their sticks in the earn first will have good luck for the year. So around 20 past midnight after they were waiting for a ceremony inside to be completed the door opened and people dashed for the earns….scary, few people got trampled etc. but in the end the sticks were placed en though it sometimes got thrown in from a distance, as long as it stays. Was very different to watch. No crackers were heard in the streets on our way back home. In fact more crackers were lit days after as businesses reopened and lit firecrackers at the entrance to ward of the ninien monsters. The beliefs are, much like Christian belief in Egypt when goats blood was placed on the door frames to ward of the evil spirit of death, they place red banners on the door frames with well wishes to ward off the ninien monsters of ancient times that killed and were evil. The crackers were originally gunpowder in bamboo roots, an ancestor found that this works well to scare the monsters and the tradition was started that any new venture or if things were not going well or there was a new beginning, crackers were to be lit together with a little table outside with offering to the gods. But later on that….

So we were invited back on Thursday for the 2nd round of the New Year Celebrations when the daughters returned from their new families. Cool tradition, we should do that over Christmas, will solve all the family issues when Christmas lunches and dinners are held. So after a day of rest the Wednesday we decided to go and watch Constantine with Keanu Reeves, the battle between Good and Evil continues, extremely well done!

We arrived on Thursday, for lunch this time, and the same set up was organized. This time just a younger crowd with many kids.

Monica and her sister. They bring all the soups and stews in bags and decant it into the bowls on the tables. We were given a doggy bag to take home with crab meat, prawns, mud prawns, fish and calamari or squid…delicious. Interesting foods as well, like shark fin soup, nice taste though, a pork and veggie soup which was quite rich and lots of vegetables and battered mud prawns that look like huge termites! Yummy!!! The shark fin soup bugged me because there was such uproar when that syndicate in Cape Town was caught out to have killed thousands of sharks just for their fins. They believe it’s good for your skin.

SO after yet another meal and interesting wheat drink we were ushered into the living room and KTV was waiting for us! The uncles and the smallest boy I have ever seen singing like a professional! Holding the microphone and making sure the wire isn’t trapped or stuck somewhere while his singing and bouncing up and down. If there was something wrong with a microphone he’d come over and hand you another one after telling you there’s something wrong with yours, even though you were too happy not to be heard properly!! We eventually got sung out, although we were trying hard to keep a low profile at this stage, went home to sleep!

Had a very good night’s rest after that! A whole week without school, weird!!! Saturday we decided to go to Taichung a bit and walk around, find the Jade market and go looking for Chung Yo one of the biggest shopping centres in Taiwan. So off we went to the train station. On the train at about 9:30 10:00 and arrived around 11:00am. We hit the streets with Lonely Planet at our side telling us where what was. We found the Jade market near the station and what a treasure chest this was. I was in awe of the craftsmanship and prices, so cheap for quality amulets and bracelets and pendants etc. My mom would have a field day here with all these beads!!!

It was a maze of little turns and alleys under roof. We ended up an hour or so later emerging into the sunlight and facing a stunning park. We went walking around it a bit after a drink and snack from the 711. The park had a pond where people were rowing and walking around. A fate or market of some sort was at the far end and we ended up walking through the whole park to check everything. They had the most stunning little gazebo in a Japanese style garden around it.

As we climbed the little hill and arrived at the top, a huge weird statue surprised us. I later, on closer inspection, saw that it was a base station (I think), made by Changhwa Telecoms, these people are everywhere!

After the park we walked up the street and found what we have been looking for….the mother of all malls!

This is the bridge that connects each building with the other. Three buildings with over 10 floors.

This was the best mall ever!!! The others we have been to like Mitsukoshi or Sogo are very up market malls where you do not get any cheaper normal people type stores, everything is Loui Vuitton and Gucci and Benetton, Diesel etc. This one has those as well on the lower level and the cheaper things further up. Where our malls work the opposite way, mostly. By this time I suddenly realized we have been walking since 11am, it was around 5pm when we decided to stop to eat something. Take that Lyndon, it must be some kind of a new shopping record! We went to TGIF – Fridays, had a hamburger and fries and had to ask for white vinegar…they actually had salt on the table…it was heavenly!! I had a glass of wine that actually tasted like our normal box wine we get when asking for a glass….stunning! We made our way back to the station, got lost in a flea market first and left around 9pm. We arrived at Changhua around 10pm and walked home slowly as my legs started cramping and I felt like I was back at having growing pains again!!! I collapsed on my bed around 11pm with my legs elevated to get some of the blood back to my brain!

On Saturday morning at about 4:20am I was shaken awake by some illusive force! When I surfaced I realized after a few seconds that the building was being shaken by an earthquake a tad bigger than the usual. How do I know this? I was sleeping! To wake me up you need to be pretty imaginative and or very loud!!! I would have loved to know how much that was on the Richter’s scale. Felt as bad as one of our first one’s. One of those was 7. something off the coast of Ilan, There is a fault there and that’s where most of the quakes originate. About 150km off the north-eastern coast. Lovely! I think if I had a choice I would prefer earthquakes in the evening when I’m a sleep. My motto “Ignorance is Bliss!!!

Sunday sailed past slowly, we had a braai and relaxed for a change. And Monday the school started again, on Valentines Day! Sad!

But we have another holiday coming up on the 2/28. It was a political massacre in Taiwan’s early years and Green Island was then the Robben Island of SA. Ryno went to Green Island with Andrew for initially 3 nights and four days and eventually ended up staying and extra two nights as the party was way too cool to come back, many South Africans, mostly teachers from Taipei. Next holiday!! Blade 3 is also planned for our Feb entertainment! Then I think we’re broke…again! All worth it!

Just to end off our month with a bang we had a school dinner at a department store called IDEE. A stunning 12 floor shopping centre with the top two floor restaurants. We visited a buffet styled restaurant with food in various nooks and crannies. Beautifully designed as most of their restaurants. Most of their restaurants are designed in a very up market dark wood and glass setting. Although the prices are very reasonable. This one was NT500 per person = R100 eat as much as you want with drinks included. Definitely worth it although the school paid, so it was even better!!! The boys went for the meet and the girls went for the Hagen Daasz stand for dessert! Obviously!! Delicious!

So another month has come to an end and February as short, wet and cold as it was has passed! 5 months to go girls and boys! Enjoy your week!

    Taiwan Times Vol 7 Volume 7  February 2005 INDEX: Miaoli 2/6 ¡V 2/7 Chinese New Year 2/8 ¡V 2/9 Constantine 2/9…

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INTERVIEW: Stephanie Han

Navigating Place and Identity in Swimming in Hong Kong

Though your language, your passport, your husband, your education and everything about you says you should feel at ease in this room, you don’t. You take no pleasure in Hong Kong trailblazing. You were not an American trailblazer. You did not invent the nectarine, win an Olympic gold medal, star in a TV show, or lead Japanese American troops into battle. You hate the phrases ‘overcoming odds’, ‘defying stereotypes’ and ‘getting ahead.’ You don’t like the words ‘assimilation’, ‘model minority’ and ‘well-adjusted.’ This is why you left the U.S..

      (from "Invisible")

Stephanie Han, whose collection of short stories Swimming in Hong Kong came out early this year, gestures with her hands as she explains that while some writers save rejection letters, hers could fill filing cabinets.  The gestures convey the cabinets would be the large ones, probably four-drawer and tall. 

She began writing the stories for this collection twenty years ago, yet if it weren’t for the years “1982,” “1985,” and “1977” given in some chapter titles, it would be easy to assume the stories are set in present-day.  And this was one of the hurdles to publishing that Han faced.  “A lot of the things in the collection now are current – that’s why it’s published now,” she assessed during our talk.  “Although these relationships have occurred throughout time.”

Swimming in Hong Kong is centered on female protagonists, most of Korean descent or from Korea, and is set in Hong Kong, Korea, and the United States.  The book speaks with a multiplicity of voices: a Korean-American girl spending the summer with relatives in Seoul; a Korean-American college student navigating identity, feminism, and consent in New York; a little girl, who is Chinese, observing how her father is treated by white expatriates in Hong Kong during the World Cup…  The stories take the complicated issues of hyphenated identities, diaspora, power, colonialism, visibility versus invisibility, race, class, gender relations, and make them personal.  Swimming in Hong Kong was a finalist for the Association of Writers and Writing Programs’ Grace Paley Prize for Short Fiction as well as the Spokane Prize.  The stories’ voices speak with immediacy, and the narratives pursue social issues that are layered and complex. 

Han was born in St. Louis, Missouri, and has lived in the United States, Hong Kong, and Korea.  Her father, who was born in Seoul, was drafted as a U.S. military doctor, and her family moved every year until she was eight or nine, when they settled in Iowa.  She spent the summers of her childhood staying in a cottage at the Korean Care Home on Liliha Street in Hawai‘i, where her grandmother was the nursing home director.  Most of her adult life has been in California.  Han earned her MA from San Francisco State University, MFA from the University of Arizona, and was the first to earn a Ph.D. in English literature from the City University of Hong Kong.  She and her husband were part of the dotcom boom and bust – and when it busted, they moved to Hong Kong for better opportunities.  After years of living and working in Hong Kong, she and her husband have moved to Hawai‘i; she says that now, she would like to be in the West.  

We met in a little coffee shop in Waikiki, around the corner from the apartment where she and her family live.  As we sit across from each other drinking coffee and talking, I switch from typing her responses to writing because I think maybe I can write faster.  I don’t.  Stephanie talks quickly during our conversation, strings thoughts together between brief silences.

Brooke Jones:  Why do you want to be in the United States now?

Stephanie Han:  I want my son to have an American identity.  My husband is British, and expat, and because I’ve moved so much, I’m constantly in the position of being an outsider.  And in 2047, mainland China is taking over in Hong Kong.  The rule of law will not be in Hong Kong then, and it’s slowly being infringed on now; Hong Kong is not doing well with the Beijing government. So I wanted to leave Hong Kong.  

Despite what is happening in the United States, there is a way to remake an American identity.  There is potential here, and an energy here.  We are still a young nation, if you look at the trajectory of history – it is always four steps forward, three steps back.  We are now in a backward stage.  But it doesn’t make me think it is hopeless here forever.  Americans can be very open people; I’m talking in very broad terms about Americans, but we are a young nation.  We are also a nation that claims genocide, slavery, and massive inequality as part of its history.  The American project has a lot of problems, and there are also a lot of good things that have come from this national project.  It is easy for people to condemn, but I think that the very concept of nation also offers us some interesting possibilities, a way of restructuring and choosing who we want to be.  That said, there are 320 million people here, so it is difficult for all of us to be on the same page at any given time.  And too, why should we be beyond the basics – which I suppose is really the question. What are the minimal requirements that we expect as citizens?  I wanted my son to be a part of it.  And I think I can make a greater contribution as a citizen, or negotiate better from my in-between context, here.

BJ:  The stories in Swimming in Hong Kong include themes of identity and development of identity, insider vs. outsider, visibility and invisibility, and place and belonging.  How did these themes develop?

SH:  I wrote the book from 1997 to 2004 or 2005.  I did live in Korea for a year as a child.  My dad was a naturalized U.S. citizen.  My question had a lot to do with place – what does it mean to have a home? Asians don’t have a binding narrative.  If you’re Native American you have a narrative with genocide, Hispanic with language… Asians are not like that – they do not share a language, culture, anything.  As a result, we come into this Asian-American identity.  And it’s very problematic. It’s an artificial construct.  I think while I was writing during that time, I was trying to figure out what it meant to be an outsider and insider.  I don’t write like that anymore; I’m okay hovering, not in any place.  I’ve finally resolved that, more or less, Hawai‘i is both a physical place and memory to me, and the closest I have to a home. 

My peripatetic existence was amplified by marrying an expat.  I feel, however, it’s important to have a home and place to feel rooted – especially for our child.  It would be nice to stay in one place.  I’m sick and tired of buying the same thing from IKEA – you’re not going to take a knife block between countries.  You can look at moving as exciting or dynamic, or even as an incredible waste of money and time. It all depends on how you prioritize movement and place.  I’d be fine being in one place for a while, but I’m never going to say I’m going to be in a place permanently. It’s like a jinx.  Now it’s normal for me to be outside the conversation of where I am, on the borders or periphery.  

The big theme in the story collection is place.  My father was a medical doctor.  After he got his U.S. green card, he got drafted.  Because they were drafting medical doctors up to age thirty-five, we moved a lot when I was a kid because he was in active duty.  I was a military brat.  We lived on the base in San Francisco and in Korea.  I asked my mom, “Mom, where am I from?” and she answered, “Well, why don’t you list the places you’re from and ask people to pick a place?”  That’s why I read.  Reading offered me a world.  My 70s mom was not big on the touchy-feely sort of discussions of how one tries to belong and was quite casual. It was a different way of parenting.  She said, if you like to read – yeah, you can have a friend in a book.

BJ:  Did you have any siblings?  Sometimes that can help, give you someone to play with, sometimes not…

SH:  I have two younger sisters. We were close as a family because we had to move around a lot.  Then we lived in Iowa for a period of time, seven years.  I was thirteen years old when I went to boarding school; I didn’t want to live in Iowa.  The summer when I was twelve, I went to Korea, like the short story [from Swimming in Hong Kong, “My Friend Faith, 1977”].  My grandfather sent a plane ticket, like the story.  That really changed my life, going there.  After I came back, I decided I wanted to leave Iowa.  I didn’t want to be the only Asian.  There was one black kid in school, one other Asian kid.  Then they moved.  

While I was visiting Korea,  I spent two weeks in a bizarre camp.  You’d wake up every morning to the national anthem.  Brain-washing.  You had to promise to visit the Motherland, to build up resources.  They took us to the border to see North Korea – to see that we were under threat.  We had to get lectures on the military capacity of Korea, on the agricultural industry.  We had to wear these badges and sit in these steel chairs and watch.  Eventually they had to stop the camp – I think it became hard to control because there was a conflict between the Western teenage Koreans and the conservative Korean camp leaders.  But this was a very early government attempt to engage overseas Koreans with education to come back and return to the motherland.  

Seeing other Asian faces was a revolution for me, that’s what led me to leave Iowa.  

BJ:  Why did your parents or relatives decide to send you to that camp?

SH:  My uncle heard about this great Korean overseas camp, and I went for a couple weeks. I loved it.  I had pen pals after that.  I met Koreans from Queens, New York , and they’d tell me, yes there are other Koreans here.  But obviously the experience was so significant to me because I was culturally and socially isolated.

BJ:  Often, fiction is autobiographically inspired…

SH:  It can be, but it’s not [autobiographically inspired] for me.  I use it as a jumping-off point.  When I was in Korea and Hong Kong, I had African-American friends and heard about their negotiation of the place.  I’m not one of those people yearning for my homeland.  Korea has a lot of problems.  It’s very racist.  I’m not happy in a society where people are racist against black people or anyone who is non-Korean, for that matter.  That thinking deeply bothers me.  So I can’t get caught up in the “my homeland’ stuff and feel sentimental about Korea in that way as I am too critical and disturbed by this type of thinking.  I’m glad I went back to Korea; it resolved issues.  A part of me belongs there, and a big part doesn’t.  It’s too intolerant.  I can’t negotiate out of it completely because I am Asian, so when I am there, I am subject to a different level of scrutiny and ideology.  A lot of people who aren’t Asian are never accepted anyway, so they can negotiate out of it.  I can’t.  It’s hard. I don’t have legal standing in Hong Kong or Korea, so it’s hard for me to advocate for other people’s civil liberties as I have no voting rights there.  That’s part of the reason I came back, too – I want to participate as a citizen. I want to raise my voice.  There’s a lot of people who don’t care about that.  I can understand that, too.  But I’m too invested in the potential of what can be.  I want things to get better.

BJ:  The first story you wrote in the collection was “The Body Politic, 1982.” Did you begin with the idea that you were writing a collection of short stories?  How did the collection develop?  What was the process?

SH:  It was hell.  Each story was rejected one hundred times easily.  I was picked up by agents and dropped.  No Asian-Americans would publish me.  I quit taking it personally - what’s another rejection?  Who cares?  People save rejection letters; mine would be in the pounds.  But I get enough encouragement to keep writing, but I’m probably a masochist.  You see narratives like what I was writing now, but not fifteen years ago. 

 “The Body Politic” developed, shifted, was workshopped many times.  It was the last story to be published.  I think because it was the nature of that narrative: what is consent; feminism.  It’s not that it didn’t exist, but it’s far more mainstream now.  The people who didn’t like it and reacted poorly were Asian women.  Because people want to read literature with heroes and heroines that are lovable, defy all odds.  You want the Amy Tan character.  Americans want to read about winners.  One woman told me, I want her to stand up and punch him.  It makes people feel uncomfortable when a character isn’t lovable or heroic.

I’m more interested in imparting the narratives of women because our stories aren’t told as frequently as male POVs.  We’re not represented at the same level in literature.  We don’t appear in publishing, government, business, areas across the board – we are still under-represented.  I see narratives of women as more urgent.

BJ:  How did you find motivation to continue to write and submit in the face of so many rejections? 

SH:  I taught quite a bit and students have a way of inspiring you and encouraging you to keep going. I also had enough encouragement to keep plodding along. Writing is also how I express myself, so it isn't as if I could simply stop as I needed to communicate and obviously felt that there was someone on the other end who might want to read what I wrote, or share my outlook or perspective.

BJ:  All the stories feel very current.  If the dates weren’t in some of the titles, I would have thought they were set today.  

SH:  That’s actually why I put the dates on them.  I wanted to show that the questions are questions that have always been there, that some of these ideas we think are new are really not new, but we are now more comfortable discussing them.

In the class I teach at Hawai‘i Pacific University, the students are about eighteen.  Some female students said razors don’t get a luxury tax, but tampons, etc., do.  I’ve been teaching long enough that I know teenagers in freshman composition wouldn’t raise this question fifteen years ago.  We’re talking about it now.  It’s great.

After one hundred and fifty tries, it [“The Body Politic, 1982”] finally got published.  It got published after the book was released.  I am so glad.  It was the story that people felt hostile about.  

BJ:  What were your goals for the collection?

SH:  I just wanted it to be published.

I think about experimentation with different kinds of voices.  There are quite a few coming-of-age stories.  There’s an arc to that – moments of awakening, of urgency.  

BJ:  There are many voices in the stories, including child POVs.

SH:  I didn’t set out deliberately to write from the point of view of a young girl [in the story “Hong Kong Rebound”].  It was for a contest.  In 2002, I was in Hong Kong during the world cup.  Half the games were in Korea and half were in Japan.  It was an exciting time to be in Hong Kong.  People would stop in the middle of the street to watch; it was just a time of a lot of energy.  The South China Morning Post had a call for a story, and the prompt was “Rebound.” 

My father was staying with me.  I thought a lot about father-daughter relationships.  He was a very devoted father when I was a young child; he’d often take me to the zoo, spend time with me.  I was very lucky.

The story Hong Kong Rebound was written in 2002 and this was only five years after the Handover.  Mostly there were expats in the Central bars.  Locals were looking in at the bars but couldn’t afford beers that cost eight dollars.  People in the bars would put up black paper in the windows.  I witnessed this several times.  I remember an old man peeking in one corner, where there was a little scrap of window that wasn’t covered.  

So these were the three things that prompted the story.  And I thought, I’m going to write something.  The story won the award.  Sometimes, giving yourself parameters and boundaries is good, versus if everything is open and without any rules.  It had to be under 2500 words.

The swimming pool that Ruth and Froggy swim in [from the story “Swimming in Hong Kong,” also the book title] is covered now.  I used to swim there.  The roof was open, so you could see the sky.  They decided to cover it years later.  I got so mad, I wrote into the newspaper and cited facts about heated swimming pools and what have you.  I got really irate about it.  But they covered the pool, which is really too bad.  Hong Kong doesn’t have good urban planning and has a limited understanding of design in terms of allowing people to interact with nature.  On the other hand, everyone has health insurance.  No place is perfect.  

So the Hong Kong stories I wrote – I think they cover different aspects of Hong Kong life.  

BJ:  Could you tell us more about setting boundaries and parameters in writing?  For instance, do you generally find parameters and boundaries helpful when you write?  Do you set them for yourself?  What does that process look like?

SH:  Sometimes I find that having little rules can work in terms of helping you reign in your ideas.  If you say to yourself I want to write a 2000-word story, you can then easily eliminate the excess, and try to think of situations that will be well told in 2000 words.  Sometimes journals have requirements.  Often this is a way to force yourself into flexing your writing muscles.  I sometimes set artificial deadlines for myself too – I must finish X by Y date.  Really, no one is asking for it by Y, but setting up that date provides you with some sort of endpoint.

BJ:  You’ve written about writing into conflict and paradox.  What’s your process?  Do you experience any surprises while writing?

SH:  It works better for me to write into conflict and paradox.  We think we are one thing, but we are this other thing.  Humanity by its very nature is paradoxical and contrary.  I always tell my students to write into the conflict.  Start right before the problem explodes, because you can always backtrack a little.

Usually, I have an idea – that there’s a problem and a moment of grace about the problem.  And I thicken the story as I go along.  As you’re writing, things become more serendipitous.  

BJ:  Could you share a bit about teaching writing…

SH:  I teach at HPU, and I started a workshop series this fall.  I used to teach creative writing workshops in Hong Kong.  I like this idea of people feeling they can control their narrative.  People have a narrative; we all have stories inside of us.  The art of autobiography, it’s very much an American phenomenon.  Autobiography opens our nation – there’s more texture, we have a more porous surface, hearing these voices.  I feel it’s important for people to write their own story.  

These people who wax poetic about the writing life – I’m not one of those people.  Sometimes I think, I should do something else.  But I can’t think what else I would do.  Writing is a compulsion.  I’m a really terrible advocate for the writing life.  It’s not the only way to have a meaningful creative life.  I think what is important is understanding the power of your own narrative and your community’s narrative, and having or acquiring the skill to act as a citizen in terms of being able to write to communicate about a particular problem or idea. But I don’t think writing is the only means to a creative life. You must think of how you would like to communicate with the world—some do it through music, others through design, still others through physical gestures. Creativity takes many forms.