#and now I’m rethinking this working around the public thing

[adroitjackal]

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[aiseunie]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❛ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐓 ❜ ↷ ( hybrid!jennie )

synopsis. sick and tired of your cat hybrid's attitude, you decide to punish her in a way that she'd never forget.

— pairings. jennie kim x fem reader. — genre. hybrid au, smut. — word count. 2.6k words. — warnings. cat hybrid!jennie, owner!reader, dom!reader, suggestive language, hair pulling, nipple play, choking, fingering, jennie receiving oral sex, orgasm denial / control, mutual oral, breath play and anal stimulation, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation.

“i’m back.”

you found announcing your arrival felt somewhat reassuring than just walking into an empty house after a long day. as much as you enjoyed your freedom after moving out, there were times ― especially after long days like these ― where being alone felt further exhausting and repetitive. not to mention a month ago, there wouldn’t have been a reply to your statement.

“you’re back.” a smooth voice drawled from your living room as you toed your shoes off. “took forever.”

you sighed, rolling your eyes.

get a hybrid, they said. it’s the best decision of your life, they said.

your initial idea was to get a cat or a fish, something that required low maintenance and could take care of itself for the most part. that was when a friend from work suggested you should get a hybrid instead.

“it’s like having a roommate but better!” jieun giggled while the two of you were out getting coffee one day. “it might be a little extra expensive but its totally worth it. you have someone to talk to, they do the housework, some of them cook and they even take care of any personal requirements you have, if you know what i mean.” she shot you a wink by the end of her little rant. 

“as convincing as that sounds,” you reasoned, slightly grimacing. “owning a person doesn’t really sit right with me.”

jieun hummed. “it isn’t like that anymore. hybrids have been open to the public for a long time now and it isn’t so much as owning as it is adopting. agencies are very particular about things nowadays. i spent a lot of time deciding before i got jisoo, but adopting her was the best decision i ever made.”

the way she talked about it (combined with some research you did), made adopting a hybrid sound pretty good. of course your bank account would take a hit at the time of adoption, but overall the idea felt like a plausible decision.

which brings you to your persian cat hybrid jennie.

jennie was a total angel during the adoption progress; soft smiles and little giggles as you got to know her and before you knew it, you were bringing her home with you. settling in was a breeze and although she didn’t know how to cook, jennie vowed to learn so she could help you around the house. she took care of herself, cleaned up around your apartment when needed and was overall a treat to be with.

but unfortunately all good things come to an end and as the month came to a close, jennie’s behavior did a huge three-sixty.

she was irritable all morning, her attitude blowing through the roof during the evening and then getting extra clingy and touchy at nighttime. you tried searching for answers on the internet as well as asking people who did have hybrids about why she was behaving that way but to no avail. you hoped whatever jennie was going through was a phase and she would go back to the sweet angel you knew, but you patience was waning thin.

“what?” the hybrid in question giggled while you were silently rethinking your life choices. “no answer today?”

tossing your bag on the floor, you made your way to the kitchen while ignoring her completely. one thing you noticed was how much jennie hated being ignored and so the petty side of you took advantage of that point as often as possible.

“i’m tired and i don’t have time for your attitude.” you mumbled once you got to the kitchen. opening your cupboard, you busied yourself in looking for something to eat. true to your words, you were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed. filling a cup with cold water, you drowned half the glass within seconds.

jennie merely laughed at your behavior, the bell like sound making your chest tighten. you could hear the soft pitter patter of her footsteps before you felt her presence close behind you. “you want me to tone down the attitude? sorry, no can do. unless. . .”

“unless what?” you asked half-heartedly. there wasn’t much she could ask for since you’ve provided her with whatever she could want. so you didn’t mind giving her she’d want ― whatever it took to get her off your ass and back to normal.

“unless you’re planning on fucking it out of me.”

you choked, nearly spitting out the water. you did not expect that. “what did you say?! jeez, what’s gotten into you?”

she didn’t answer, instead opting to sit on your counter quietly while you shot her a disturbed look. as much as the thought appealed to you, the last thing you needed was for this to be one of her stupid pranks.

you loved ramen but then again, being eaten out didn’t sound half bad after a long day.

you put a pot of water on the stove and added two packets of seasoning, waiting for it to boil before adding the noodles. in the meantime, you took out two bowls and chopsticks; trying to busy yourself from your thoughts fraying in the wrong direction.

jennie was more than attractive hybrid. from her face to her petite stature, hourglass figure and long legs ― anyone with eyes could see how beautiful she was. that, combined with her sharp tongue and hybrid features; jennie was the sexiest woman you’d ever seen. so the amount of effort it took you to ignore her advances was herculean.

you places the cutlery on the table, cracking two eggs into the pot of ramen and covering the lid so it could cook. with your back towards the stove, you didn’t notice what jennie was up to until she switched off the gas and pushed you onto your chair.

“wha ―” “if you’re so hungry,” jennie cut you off, placing herself between you and the table. “why don’t you eat me instead?”

she sat down, leaning back and lifting her leg. her skirt rose to her waist as she flashed you her glistening bare pussy.

for the second time that night your brain short circuited. you were tired, hungry and now horny for your stupid hybrid who refused to give you a break. gaze narrowing, you didn’t think twice before your arm shot out and wrapped around her neck, slamming her down on your dining table with a force as you towered over her.

her catlike eyes widened, expressions morphing from shock to arousal as a wide smile tugged at her lips. “just like that. . .” she croaked, hips bucking into yours.

“if you want to get fucked that bad,” you snarled, your other hand coming up and grabbing the hem of her shirt. “i better not hear you complaining.” and then you tore.

you ripped her shirt right off her body, ignoring her tiny yelp and exposing her plump breasts. fingers roughly exploring the smooth expanse of her chest, you squeezed her tits as your mouth watered with the need to suck on the hardened buds.

hand tightening around her neck, you heard her inhale roughly when you leaned down and licked a stripe from her sternum to her collarbone, tasting her skin. wrapping your lips around her right nipple, you nipped and sucked at the bud all the while enjoying the sounds of her hoarsely crying out.

releasing her nipple with a pop, you let your tongue circle the bud slowly before biting down hard enough to make her jerk, back arching against the table.

chuckling darkly, you gripped the hem of her skirt and roughly pulled it off, leaving her naked and spread out on your table. the rational part of your mind told you to calm yourself down a notch, but the sight of jennie panting for breath and her cunt dripping down her ass and all over your dining table only made you want to fuck her more. the thought of being able to use her as a stress reliever made you tingle all over.

you let go of jennie, watching her gasp as a red handprint formed around her neck. she looked so pretty with your marks. you sat down, grabbing her thighs and pulling her legs further apart.

“such a pretty pink cunt.” you rasped, watching her leaking hole throb with your words. “i wonder if you taste as good as you look.”

holding herself up with her forearms, jennie’s hand slithered between you and pushed her puffy lips apart, displaying her cunt to you.

“why don’t you have a taste and find out for yourself ― oh!”

before she could finish, you dived down between her legs, licking and slurping as you held her thighs apart.

your nails were digging into the soft flesh of her thighs while you sucked on her swollen clit, tongue flicking the bud leisurely before trailing down to her leaking hole. pushing the appendage into her tight entrance, you relished the way her breath picked up pace; speeding up and becoming louder. her arousal was dripping down your chin as you continued to tongue fuck her cunt.

you could feel how close jennie was from how her walls fluttered and how she began squirming on the table, whimpering softly. it was then that you decided to slip your hand between her legs, pushing two fingers in without warning as your mouth attached itself to her clit.

the sudden intrusion made her scream, your fingers stretching her open with every push as she bucked her hips into your palm. jennie welcomed the burn, clenching around your digits as she heard you hiss.

“so fucking tight. . .” teeth grazing her sensitive bud, you busied yourself in scissoring her cunt; curling your fingers in search of the spot that would have her preening.

much to your luck, you managed to find the soft, brushing your fingers against the spongy tissue of her g-spot that made her muscles lock in place and wanton moans leave her lips. you could feel your own panties dampen with how her pussy sucked your fingers in with every thrust, her body thumping against the wooden dining table.

it was only when you felt your own clit throb did you realize what you were doing, immediately pulling your mouth and fingers away from her.

jennie cried out at the sudden loss, cunt pulsating around nothing as she threw you a scandalized glare. “what was that for? i was so close!”

you licked your lips, tasting her sweet syrupy arousal on your tongue. “after the shit you’ve been pulling this week, do you really think i’m going to give it to you this easy?”

she hissed at your words, following you as you made your way towards your bedroom. mumbling to herself, she watched you strip out of your clothes, breath catching in her throat with every article you removed. jennie swallowed thickly, watching you discard the last of your clothing before making your way to your bed and getting comfortable.

“i want you on my face.”

pussy still throbbing from her denied orgasm, jennie knew better than to disobey you. she wordlessly sunk onto the mattress and made her way to you, deliberately swaying her hips as she crawled to your form. eyes darkening at the sight of her so submissive, you watched her place herself over you, cunt hovering just millimeters away from your face. she leaned over and you could feel her warm breath on your clit making your entrance throb.

her nails gripped the sheets, forearms holding her body up as she felt you trail open mouthed kisses on her wet pussy lips, your hands finding purchase on her hips to hold her in place.

jennie moaned breathily at the sensation, dropping her head and beginning to please you without question, nuzzling into your cunt and lapping up your juices obediently. your raspy moans increased to silent cries with every flick of her tongue, gasping at the rough texture of her tongue against your clit. “keep going. . . fuck, just like that. good girl.”

the sensation of her rough tongue on your clit combined by how on edge you already were, led to you being pushed towards your climax embarrassingly quick. you groaned at the tightening in the pit of your stomach, curling your toes as she circled your clit with her tongue. all it took was one hard lick for her to send you over the edge, hissing her name while your hips rocked into her face.

jennie swirled her tongue around your clit before dipping further and slurping up your juices, purring contently.

in an effort to prolong your oncoming orgasm, you attached your mouth to her pussy once more. arousal smeared all over her thighs and ass, your tongue prodded at her hole, teasing it with the tip and feeling her walls contract before you pulled out.

you felt jennie’s movements get desperate with every push of your tongue, her hips squirming in your hold as she attempted to grind on your face. you sucked at her swollen bud once more, teeth grazing the spot just the way she liked and you felt her jerk in your hold.

her legs began shaking with your ministrations, emitting the prettiest pitchy moans. “p-please. . . just like that ― oh! right. . . rightthereuh” you trailed your tongue upwards, tongue stimulating the tight ring of her asshole as a string of incoherent babbles left her lips, followed by a scream as she spasmed, squirting all over your face.

you could feel her nails dig into your thighs as she continued to shriek, hips wildly bucking into your face. the pace of your tongue became more vigorous, wanting her climax to last as long as possible. you slurped at her cunt, the tight leaking slit twitching with every brush of your lips.

even when you felt her orgasm wean, you continued to lap up her juices like a starved woman, groaning at how sweet she tasted. you were far from done with jennie, despite her gone limp in your hold.

“ngh. . . no more. . . oh god.” she whimpered, exhausted from her previous orgasm. she tried to get up but your hands tightened around her hips, nails leaving indents from how hard you were pushing her cunt into your face. she bit her lip, trying to suppress the sounds threatening to leave her lips but before she knew it, jennie was a moaning mess once more.

her second orgasm was not as intense as the first one, but dragged on longer than the first had. every inch of her skin felt like a live wire, arousal crackling as she reached down and fondled her tits lazily while your hands guided the rocking of her hips.

both of you were reduced to a panting mess by the time it was over, still in a pleasured headspace. jennie rolled off your body and you pulled her to your chest, spooning her as your hands settled on her boobs. she giggled when you softly squeezed her chest, relaxing against your body and preparing to sleep.

on the verge of unconsciousness, it was only when you heard her stomach growl did you realize something.

“oh no! my ramen!”

[aliama567]

Soooo… lately I’ve been seeing Meghan fans, most of whom work outside the film and TV industry, waxing at length about how Meghan needs to write a post or speak up about the strike and how it’s a “bad look” that she hasn’t. As a WGA member who’s been on the picket lines for way too many months, let me explain why you are wrong:

Since the strike began, WGA and now SAG-AFTRA have followed a very precise playbook regarding our messaging to the public about our goals and reasonings for the strike. This messaging is key to us achieving those goals. This messaging has largely been put into the mouths of smaller to medium visibility actors. No Leo DiCaprio or Ben Afflecks waxing on about the plight of the worker. The reasoning for that should be obvious—it plays right into the hands of the AMPTP, who would like nothing more than to portray the actors (and writers) as a bunch of wealthy whiners, millionaire champagne socialists glibly sticking it to the working class crew people that they’ve put out of work. They want to divide us and turn the public against us. What we want to get across is that we are largely working class folks as well. The best way to do that is to keep the bigger names from becoming the face of this action. Those folks have instead been encouraged to stay quiet and donate to the strike fund. And many have obliged—in fact a list of million plus dollar donors was just released.

This is all carefully crafted strategy and ITS WORKING! Try as they might, the producers haven’t been able to influence public opinion against us, the other unions still have our backs and the companies are slowly coming around to the realization that they may actually have to negotiate.

All this is to say, the very LAST thing we need is a literal princess,living in a million bathroom mansion with Oprah and Ellen as neighbors, to pipe up with even the most well intentioned of comments. That would be the opening the networks (and the press) is looking for to shift the conversation from the very real struggles of the working actor to all of the things that are regularly thrown at Meghan in the press. And suddenly, we’re off-message.

We don’t need a light shined on us. The public is aware of why we’re striking and is on our side, thus far. What we need to do is stay on message, which means the big names continue to stay quiet and the regular actors who make up the bulk of the union get to talk. It’s helpful when the Suits writers reveal how little they’re making in residuals from all the streams the show is getting on Netflix. It would NOT be helpful for Meghan to carry that same message, because then all the venom and dismissiveness and mockery that gets thrown her way will now be directed at the strike.

So please stop encouraging her to speak or write about the strike. Don’t try to rethink our strategy for us. I’m sure Meghan is doing her part behind the scenes. And behind the scenes is exactly where we need her to be.

Thank you for your time,

A tired but resolute TV writer

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The best interview in this NYT Mag series in several years; read it all.

Q: Looking around our country right now, goodness and grace and mercy feel in short supply. I wonder if that makes you think any differently about the work that you do or have done. Maybe it makes it feel more urgent? Maybe it feels more difficult?

A: Well, I have to say I’m very surprised, shocked, disillusioned perhaps by the turn that things have taken in this country in the last decade or so. The vulgarity and mercilessness that have entered public conversation, and a kind of meagerness and unwillingness to be a source of benefit to the people in the country at large. A stinginess has settled in that’s intellectual and economic and very appalling to me, and contrary to any notion that I have of what is good.

Q: What do you think we could do about it?

A: We have to rethink some very basic things. Genesis has a lot to do with the way people who claim to be religious understand the nature of God. I think it has in various ways been badly misinterpreted. I think that idea that people can claim the word “God,” often in association with something bizarre, like the word “guns,” and feel that they’ve taken the position of righteousness, that’s just a terrible corruption of the whole idea of religion.

Q: Do you still go to church? Well, I moved. The church of my heart is in Iowa City. They stream their services, and I watch them here in New York.

A: I keep meaning to attach myself to another church, but I just love watching the old faces, hearing the old songs. I’ve got to get over it.

[New York Times Magazine]

[bonesandthebees]

So the new Glass chapter. No time for a proper analysis so have my immediate thoughts:

Crime boys fight! I love your fights. They’re always set up so well. The first time crimeboys fight is when they are stuck in their little co-dependent bubble and know each other well enough to have serious ammunition to hurt. I am still obsessed with the way you allow characters to dig and get bloody down to the bones. (I also really love the words as knives and actually cutting open Wilbur’s mouth as he draws blood methapoheres.) I wish I’d known there would be a fight, I would have gotten popcorn. Several of these lines made me winch.

Also, Wilbur’s whole, I’m not a person vs. Tommy caring about him and seeing how much it’s hurting him is very on point this chapter. Same with the co-dependency. Wilbur has spent very little time apart from Tommy. This shows especially in the entire market scene. On both sides btw. Wilbur is very overwhelmed and Tommy helps clam him down just by being there and holding his hand. Wilbur gets more stressed when Tommy is gone.

Also, Tommy’s idea to go out is very stupid, but his plan to prove that Wilbur wants to stay is even dumber and putting them both through so much stress. Like Tommy was very sure of himself, but as he actually left Wilbur alone the anxiety probably kicked on cuz of Wilhur had left, Tommy would be in some much trouble and Wilbur would end up back in his cage. Also, Foolish noticed (and recognised?) Wilbur and might be able to get that info back to Eret. The question is what happens then. Also it was way to risky either way. Also, Charlie finally getting a tooth as bribery.

I’m ignoring a lot for now, but I do want to talk a bit about Tubbo cuz I totally forget Wilbur didn’t clock him as hard-hearing and it made me laugh. Also, Tubbo hops on the bandwagon of “doesn’t fully understand or trust Wilbur, but knows he will keep Tommy safe and is grateful for that’. Also, I like him forgetting his clothes, it makes him feel more human despite the fact that we’ve mostly seen the worst of him.

One more detail, after the fight, Wilbur takes off his blindfold and the narration reverts to just pronouns again. He goes back to being nothing. And that, with the context that he just screams that he’s empty at the top of his lungs, hurts so, so, so much. This chapter really came for our throats, damn. I just remembered Wilbur there’s also the Wilbur (not) deserving better comment. Bee, what are you doing to this poor man.

Actual last comment for tonight: We get vicious Wilbur again! Yeay! I missed him! He’s fun when he’s got bite!

-🌲

SPRUCEEEE <33

YEAHHH the fight was so wild to write because, um, well here's a fun fact about the chapter.

the fight wasn't planned literally at ALL. there wasn't supposed to be a fight in this chapter! it just happened!

literally wilbur and tommy were supposed to just talk about going to the night market and that was it. no arguing. no disagreements even. but the dialogue just ran away from me and next thing I knew they were in the middle of a very intense argument and I was like "well okay I guess we're going with this now" and i had to sit back and rethink my entire chapter plan to see if i could still do it because it was a huge tone shift from what I originally had in store. tbh though it works so much better this way and I'm so glad you enjoyed reading the fight. I love writing fights. it's a constant balancing act of "how far can these two characters push each other before things move past the point of no return?"

oh yeah they're so codependent at this point. wilbur was overwhelmed in general from the night market because he literally hasn't been in public spaces like that for basically a decade at this point. like yes the palace held balls, but those weren't super frequent, and that was just about the only time he was around more than a handful of people at any given moment. so he was going to be anxious no matter what, but the separation from tommy really got to him.

and also yes the second tommy left wilbur to go get the food he was like "what the fuck did I do what did I do I'm so goddamn stupid fuck shit-" because he was terrified wilbur was really going to leave. he'd been acting confident, but their argument shook him way more than he let on. so yeah it was really stupid of him, but it worked!

the funny thing about wilbur is that he's so absorbed in his own problems half the time he won't notice the most obvious shit like tubbo being hoh. tbf both times he witnessed people signing at tubbo or tubbo signing at others he was stressed out about various other things, but still dude c'mon.

the reason I included tubbo forgetting his clothes was bc i realized i had already described him folding his arms over his chest and stuff which he wouldn't have been able to do with clothes in his arms, but I didn't want to go back and rewrite wilbur initially seeing him to say he had clothes in his arms either. plus, I needed something he could say as he left, so I just ended up throwing in the line about him forgetting his clothes bc I thought it was funny lol

:) I have a great time deciding when to just use pronouns for wilbur vs when to call him the pythia. it's something I'm always aware of when I'm writing this fic and it's so fun to play around with. poor guy :)

YES VICIOUS WILBUR I loved writing him being a dick again I've also missed him

[girlboccaccio]

I was tagged by @girldante (thank you so much!!!) and generally I always forget when someone tag me, but this time I manage it

nickname: before this, Aglaurie. It’s a random name I actually don’t remember how I came out with this, but maybe is a distortion of Aglaea

sign: gemini, scorpio rising and sagittarius moon, if anybody care

height: between ~ 1.68 or 1.70 cm. There is a long story about the uncertainty I don’t want to dispach it

last thing i googled: “Aramando Trovajoli Pier Angeli”. He was a composer from the silver age of italian cinema, she was the great love of James Dean, I need to say more? Actually it was only because a score from Trovajoli was from an italian series on prime (now available also in USA!) and I manage to catch it thanks to shazam.

amount of sleep: idk, for sure more than before. Now I try to manage to mantain a regular sleep schedule for my mental/general health (at “random fun fact” at the end of the post I explain it more).

dream job: I finished my bachelor degree studying arts management and culture economics, because I wanted to work in that field, from events/museum organization to art market, and I managed to do some job experience, but the situation (in Italy and abroad) was, and still is, so difficult and structured with so much elitism that I grow disillusioned and frustrated. After some time I restarted to study while working (master’s degree) and now I’m specialyzing in governance and public administration (+ policy management and european politics), not that far from the previous field but maybe with more opportunities, so I “orbit” around it. The ideal that could mix my preferences and the opportunity to have a good financial stability as a profession is project manager, community manager or project officer. I also had some experience in comunication/social media management but I grow tired of it pretty fast, still sometimes I enjoy following and writing down newsletter, like the Pinocchio weekly one. I also love to write a lot and I wanted, years ago, to become a journalist but the bad situation in the field made me rethink about it (well, I wanted to study also urbanism, but this is another chapter).

movie/book that summarizes you: my favourite book since always is The Master and Margarita of Mikhail Bulgakov, but I doubt it could “represent” me. Maybe this choice could fall to Picnic at Hanging Rock by Joan Lindsay, Six Memos for the Next Millennium by Italo Calvino, and many short stories of Dino Buzzati, in particular the ones centered on the Dolomities, a place dear to both of us.

favorite song: Jezebel by Anna Calvi. Requiem n°21 by Fran Palermo. Vesuvio by Nu Genea. Mai Mamma and Questo corpo by La Rappresentante di Lista. Amara and Malamore by Enzo Carella. Tattica by Fulminacci. Rights by Anica. Esplodigodi by Elasi. Oh No and Free Woman by Marina. There are actually so many, I 100% love music and explore different artists, in particular emergents one.

favorite instrument: piano (which actually I started to learn at 11 but at 13 I get tired and stopped, maybe this is one of the very few regrets that I have), violin and trumpets. I grew up around many parents who love classical music and I’m a sucker for “triumphal” and elegiac compositions.

aesthetic: I like to think that I’m not the type of person that have an aethethic, considering that irl I love to dress well but with a basic style (good fabric and ethical consume >>> everything else) and for the other parts I’m a pretty frugal person (a part from fragances, I love perfumes), but in general on a more artistic sense I’m into symolist/surrealist art and culture, I enjoy design and contemporary art (aside the performative field), I enjoy read a lot of newspaper and watch movies, I love dark/deep colours so maybe... dark academia but without the elitism and an added love for economics/social subject? I think that it could be all summarized in: art (and lit + philosphy) hoe.

favorite author: I have so many! Italian literature: Buzzati, Calvino, Sciascia, Pirandello, Moravia, Ortese, Serao. Other lit: Bulgakov, Anais Nin, Nabokov, Lorca, Borges, Thomas Mann, Ibsen, Isabel Allende. I’m very much into magical realism.

random fun fact: idk? For a year now I suffer of (occasional) hypertension and gastroesophageal reflux, the two things are correlated to stress, but the only problem is that when I feel the effects I grow more stressed. I love archery and standup paddleboarding (SUP). I've already written it above, but I love fragrances. Every time I manage to achieve a goal, I buy miself a piece of jewelry (my favourite brands are Pdpaola and Aleyole, but sometimes I enjoy search more underground and rising/ethical brands, like Ilaria Speranza). My favourite colours are red, gold, black, dark purple. My favourite languages are french, portuguese, russian and modern greek.

If somebody else want, I tag: @haljathefangirlcat @delistravaganza @serenataestiva @fatherramiro @acquaporina @verdiesque 

[myshredda]

It was negative nine degrees today where I live and my mom still pulled us out to an outdoor ice rink for a couple hours. Bc when she buys tickets, we’re using the tickets, damn it! But I figured duck would be like that too lol He spent money on it so it would be a waste not to go!

All the little ones get bundled up. I’m talking two pairs of socks, five pairs of pants, two sweaters, coat, boots, scarf, two pairs of gloves and two hats until duck even thinks of letting them out. Red says this seems like a lot of work for smth that will probably make everyone miserable but duck just screams that they’re going lol

They get there and it’s chaos lol No one knows how to skate except duck so they’re all just conga lining behind him. Eventually he gets fed up w their falling and wobbling, throwing him off balance, so they rent a bunch of those little walker-like things that the kids can hold onto as they skate around. Unfortunately they don’t have one in reds size so he’s basically stuck to the wall the whole time lol

Green and pink pick it up pretty easily after that and leave the walkers behind. They still fall a lot but are able to follow after duck like little ducklings lol Yellow keeps calling after them “wait up, I’m coming!” but even w the support, he’s falling every two seconds. Duck screams at red “eugh, get off the wall and go help your son!”

Once he manages to drag himself over to yellow, red sees a lot of other parents pushing their kids while they just hold onto the walkers. He tries that but he’s bent over so much and is already terrible at skating, it just makes both of them fall more. But at least yellow isn’t so upset now… bc he’s too busy laughing at red failing miserably at standing up again lol

In the end they get hot chocolate and freshly baked doughnuts and as soon as they get home, everybody crashes lol Just falls asleep on the couch

(Also merry Christmas)

I answered this late but merry christmas!!!!!

LOVE them going on fun family outings and being chaotic in public together, it's so fun to imagine them being menaces but as a loving clump 💗

Duck demanding that they go to the Ice Rink because he already spent money on it reminds me all the world of Lois from Malcolm in the Middle making them all go to the zoo because she had a coupon for it, which again links into my 'Red and Duck are a weird mix of Hal and Lois/Bob and Linda hfeheh) All of the kids probably have varying levels of discomfort with restrictive clothes (bc children + autistic) and they're like "WELL RED DOESN'T HAVE TO WEAR CLOTHES" which results in Duck forcing Red to wear his scarf and jacket and mittens for once (which he grouchily accepts) and ends in him screeching that "EVERYONE IS WEARING CLOTHES AND THATS FINAL" the usual family trip shit lmao

THE IMAGERY OF THEM FOLLOWING DUCK LIKE DUCKLINGS HAS ME SCREAMING AND CRYINGGGGG (with Red bringing up the back of course) and I think Pink and Green would definitely pick up on it pretty quick and start dashing around and trying to race each other. Red's a hopeless case, and Yellow's absolute lack of balance on solid ground would render him USELESS on the ice for real.

Yellow trying to keep up and failing oh NO my baby 🥺🥺🥺 Him and Red being terrible together and Red's back giving out when bending over and scooting Yellow along the ice is so real. SO REAL. Duck eventually comes by and takes a turn with Yellow so Red can stand up straight and he just grips the wall and rethinks his entire life while the other patrons give him a wide berth because he's making this face

and Duck finally gets the memo and gathers the kids to go get cocoa and donuts and they're all having a WONDERFUL time and Red's FEET HURT and his BACK HURTS and he's DAMP and COLD and Duck holds his hand on the way home and his brain short circuits and he's suddenly had the best day of his entire life and they all just collapse on the suddenly appearing couch (which is larger now thank you attic milf) and in the morning they have to do laundry and shower because they're all RANK 💖💖💖💖💖

[lit-city-gal]

The Financial Hacks That Saved Me When I Was The Brokest I've Ever Been

We all know things are tough right now – National Insurance contributions are increasing, fuel prices are soaring, and thousands of Brits will soon see their winter heating payments slashed. To top it off, energy companies have raised their prices, making it even harder to stay on top of expenses. With challenges mounting, here are a few practical money-saving tips that have helped me stay afloat during my hardest times.

First and foremost: Review and cut unnecessary expenses. This might seem like an obvious step, but many of us have subscriptions and services we don’t really need. Take Amazon Prime, for example – can you wait a few extra days for your deliveries? And while we’re talking about it, cut back on impulsive online shopping. Ask yourself: how many streaming platforms are you actually using? Most people have two or three, but realistically, you only need one. Pick the one you use the most and cancel the others.

Second tip: Explore free entertainment options. I know we all need some downtime, but there are still plenty of websites where you can watch your favourite shows for free. Dailymotion and YouTube are great alternatives, and yes, while the ads might be annoying, it’s a small price to pay for free content. You could also trade watching TV for reading, or exercising. It wouldn’t hurt to get outside more often. A little fresh air can do wonders!

Third: Walk or cycle when you can. Public transport fares have gone up too, so whenever possible, opt for walking or cycling instead of driving or taking the bus. I’m fortunate to be in good health and I walk wherever I can to save on transportation costs. It’s a simple switch, but it adds up over time.

Next: Sell what you no longer need. Whether it’s clothing, furniture, or old gadgets, if you’re not using it, sell it. Platforms like Facebook Marketplace, Gumtree, and Vinted make it easy to turn your unwanted items into extra cash. I like to take stock of my belongings once a year – If I haven’t used it or thought about it in the past 12 months, it goes up for sale.

Another way to save: Rethink your internet and data usage. If you live alone, consider whether you really need a costly broadband and TV package. Many mobile carriers like O2, Giffgaff, and Three offer pay-as-you-go deals with 100GB of data or more for around £25 a month. You can use your phone to hotspot that data to other devices when needed. I know some people paying £100 or more each month for broadband, data, and streaming services. Personally, I only pay £28 for my mobile data plan – the savings speak for themselves.

Finally, consider this: Get a portable bidet. Now, hear me out! You don’t need an expensive installation – A simple portable bidet (which you can find for under £10 on Amazon) will significantly reduce your need for toilet paper, saving you money in the long run. It's also more hygienic!

These are my top five money-saving tips that have helped me drastically cut down my monthly expenses. While I’m not going to disclose exactly what I earn, these tips allow me to spend as little as ££400 per month on utilities, food, toiletries, and entertainment. I understand that not everyone lives alone, and some of these ideas may not be feasible for all, but I’m confident that at least a few of these tips can work for everyone. Every little bit helps!

If you have any money-saving advice, share it in the comments to help someone in need.

[bucketofhomestucktrash]

"a more developed brain" therein lies the problem. sure. OP of that post has eloquence that makes you make assumptions about their ability to control actions. neither here nor there (but . trust someones words about their disability in future maybe). but. what about people who can't? like people who /genuinely/ cant. my cousin has a severe development disability and will almost certainly never be able to control starting to scream and sob in public when her brain LITERALLY can't comprehend the emotions she is feeling. some people have tics, some people have much more difficulty controlling motor nerves, some people's ability to comunicate is far more limited. to put it simply: some disabilities /literally/ affect the developent of the brain, and as much as you now are hiding behind being autistic to brush off being a dick to someone, what it really says is that you have no interaction with disabled people who aren't eloquent enough to make their voices known in public. and that you dont think of or care about them. if you have reason for me not to think this - i'd love to hear more

I wasn’t attempting to talk about those who have severe brain development problems, but rather I was attempting to make a point about a majority of disabled people being able to have an understanding about and an ability to take responsibility for their actions as I am trying to do. OP articulated a concept in a way that shows to their audience (at least to me but of course I may be wrong that’s always a possibility) that their brain is capable of introspective thinking, though perhaps not without someone for help understanding other perspectives as it seems that helps with many people, disabled or not. I never was trying to imply that this is the case for everyone and I understand how awful I have come across in certain choice words. I’m not asking you to overlook the things I said but rather understand I am changing as a person based on this experience and trying to work more with myself and my support system so I don’t do things like that in the future and rethink some of my ideologies as they come up as being wrong or controversial.

I want to be clear that I understand my mistake in responding to the original post and have been doing a lot of thinking about how I misunderstood it. I should’ve read the post more than two or three times since it seems I do have difficulty fully processing wording at times and should be clear about what the post is saying before anything is said. I’m trying to force myself to rethink many of my writings more than I would. I’m not trying to make this a sob story about me or anything, I just want to note that I do have very intense anxiety and have been attempting to interact with others online to help alleviate social anxiety when interacting with others in general, both in person and online as recommended by my therapist. I believe that this experience has been rather enlightening about how I should go forward when I have access to take my time in responding, especially if I don’t want to be misunderstood or misunderstand those around me. Again, this is not an excuse on my part and I genuinely see how bad my wording and commenting was phrased and how it came across. I feel as though I’m being accused of hypocrisy (in the ‘hiding behind a disability’ comment way) when I’m simply stating how my disbalities may affect me and those around me, how I have thought about my actions and the reactions, and am attempting to better myself, yet others are saying that people must deal with their actions because of their disability and that’s what I see as hiding behind a disability. I don’t see how I’m hiding behind a disability at all when I am openly taking responsibility for my actions instead of ignoring the consequences. I massively misunderstood OPs post but that doesn’t make me a horrible very bad no go type of person? But either way, I would like to not dwell on that post for my whole week, as I feel like I can do that enough in my own brain 🫠👍

I will say, I find it still a bit infantilizing of people with tics who cant control them to call them child-like for tics alone. I understand there’s certain instances where there are people who have very severe developmental problems. Maybe much of my reaction was having people in my life tell me that I have to deal with their, for a lack of a better term, ‘problems’ because they’re disabled even though it’s also causing me ‘problems’ and they refused to discuss it in any manner that helps both of us cope instead of just them coping. Honestly, I still find OPs response and original post rather aggressive in wording. Maybe that’s also why I was having trouble making myself read and reread the post. I felt a group I was apart of was being misrepresented and I got defensive in a way, and again it’s not an excuse, but it’s good to understand how you react and to better yourself from there. But not everyone can. But can’t someone who can articulate such a concept as OP did be somewhat introspective? Again, my main problem was it felt like OP (from how I first took the post) was saying that disabled adults are child-like because of certain behaviors hence hating children for those certain behaviors means you’re ableist to disabled adults. I don’t think I’m wrong for being upset over that sentiment, but I think I’m wrong for not ensuring I fully understood the post before replying and replying in such the way that I did. The things I said weren’t perfectly worded nor were they nice in any way. I find it hard to accept that I have been mean in the past but everyone has that, right? And I have to accept I have been mean and need to process and understand it, and I think I’m really getting there.

I don’t find a disability an excuse to not be introspective, but of course there are that set of disabled adults who genuinely cannot and I’m not trying to say people that can’t need to or have to. There’s a clear difference there that we both see and understand. I find it a strange line to tread. Maybe I’m not ready exactly to talk about such a complex issue because of my reactions and knowing how I’ll react if people act volatile to me if I misunderstand or misrepresent my ideologies.

I don’t find that you should be mean or aggressive to others for the sake of being that way or as an excused reaction to how you feel. And I did that and I am wrong for it. Yet I keep getting replies that are telling me I’m awful for a mistake I’m attempting to be introspective for and adjust my behavior and beliefs to rectify my interactions with others. I didn’t want drama, nor did I intend to hurt anyone. I understand I did do those things. Everyone has been wonderful in telling me why exactly I’m wrong, but I truly believe there’s no superiority morality to be mean to someone even who was in the wrong and especially be mean to someone who is saying they’re trying to change based on an incorrect action and explaining why.

I believe as a human being, disabled or not, we should be willing to work with those around us to find the best situation for everyone to feel comfortable when we are able to. Yeah, some people can’t or the situation might be more complex, but again, that’s not what I was trying to get at and I totally understand how I misworded and overreacted. That was a bad interaction. Not a bad person.

P.S. Sorry if there’s any confusion to what I said. I definitely overthought my wording a lot and went back to rewrite stuff again and again the best I could, that’s why it’s so long 😭 It’s just feeling like instead of working with me to better myself I’m just kinda getting yelled at? Which is probably my brain freaking out but hey. I need to be able to talk to others, especially about serious topics, without just folding to anxiety about being the worst person there is for literally every action I do and agreeing with anything presented to me with authority and aggression. I am a person and I might be wrong at times and that’s okay. I’d like to learn and better myself. :(

[addierose444]

Current Thoughts on Blogging

As has become typical, there isn’t anything of note to write about this week. To be honest, maintaining this blog has become a bit of a chore and this post is being written after my artificial deadline. I spent the evening unsuccessfully attempting to brainstorm a topic for this post. I eventually opened up this document and added some unrelated sentence fragments. But mostly, I was just switching between staring at the mostly blank document and hunting around my Google Drive to see if there was anything I’d already written that I could post. 

I care and don’t care about missing said artificial deadline. I care in that it’s a goal I set for myself and it would be better if I’d met the deadline and could be sleeping right now. On the other hand, the truth is that way too many of my recent posts were posted right at the deadline and then edited for the next thirty or so minutes. In other words, I’ve not been perfect at meeting the deadline in a real way. That said, I’m not stretching the truth much when I say that I’ve been posting weekly blog posts for my entire adult life. I started this blog during the final month of my senior year of high school and am now eight months out of college. (Sidenote, but last week was my official six-month job anniversary!). I’m proud of this level of consistency but have also gotten to the point where maintaining the blog isn’t for the love of it. While it’s important to acknowledge this and truly evaluate if blogging should remain a part of my life, the reality is that I’ve felt like this before and have found my way back to the blog. Part of the problem is that I don’t prioritize the blog enough really do this reflection and struggle with the idea of stopping it cold turkey. 

The thing is I’m not totally uninspired and without ideas. Just two weeks ago I was feeling a newfound optimism about the future of the blog. Specifically, I was excited to write more about meal planning and share my recipes. And while I still hope to write some of these posts, I’m currently in the process of overhauling and rethinking my entire diet. Furthermore, there’s just a higher level of dedication required for these posts and I don’t yet have enough motivation to get started. 

The other challenge with blogging is that my life isn’t really interesting enough to share with the world. I enjoy the life I’m currently living, but it’s arguably very boring. Seriously, I’m not just saying that because it’s my own life. My regular life consists of work (which I can’t blog about) and rock climbing (which there isn’t much to say about). And even when I do have other things going on, there’s only so much of my personal life that I’d feel comfortable posting on a public blog. One area that I find very interesting and think about often is personal finance and budgeting. However, I’m not an authority on the topic and once again can’t post too much private information. 

[citrusfield]

“my point is that if it ever came to a fight, i would most definitely lose. it’s no secret that i don’t particularly like getting my hands dirty and besides, why would little old me want to harm you in the first place? i wouldn’t gain anything from it other than losing a friend and i’d prefer to keep you around if i have a choice in the matter. so don’t worry, you’re safe with me.” the overly saccharine smile she throws his way is only slightly concerning and she gives him a gentle pat on the cheek for good measure. it may be their job to ensure his safety, but if his security could truly look at her and see a potential threat, the only thing she could do is laugh. “i do fear that the image is now burned into my brain and will haunt me in my dreams, but i would almost argue that it’s worth it. i like seeing different sides to you, even if they do involve a lot more leather than i would’ve imagined.” a lot more. she won’t be forgetting that in a hurry. “well, i didn’t say that. there’s very little about royal protocol that i don’t find to be absurd and if i can get away with sneaking out to go visit someone i shouldn’t then i will… but apparently, i’m not quite on the same level as you. imagine if i tried getting blackout drunk or wore something that showed too much skin. they’d tear me apart.” sometimes, they feel as if it might be worth it if it successfully pissed their parents off, but the ire they’d likely face from every other direction isn’t the most desirable. there’s a small handful of people in zelda’s life that she couldn’t handle looking at her any differently, present company included. “aw, you poor thing. i’m sure it’s a lot of pressure on you to have so many people falling to their knees around you, but i suppose i can see your appeal… if i squint really hard.” a grin makes its way onto her lips, eyes scanning him with an air of playful judgement. “ah, okay... so you enjoy it when someone plays hard to get. does it make you want to work harder to capture my affections? some would argue that i’m quite a catch too.” ‘some’ mostly being herself, but she’s never tried to insinuate that she’s a particularly humble woman. everyone has their strengths and thankfully, confidence is one of hers. it would be difficult to live life in the public eye without it. scoffing, they lift a hand to rest over their heart. “yes actually, you’ve wounded me deeply and i would thank you not to dismiss that. you’ll make me rethink this little plan of ours if you’re not careful. is this how you treat all your fake love interests?” her head shakes in disapproval, although the exaggerated disappointment doesn’t last very long once his hand makes its way to her hair. whether they’re both putting on a facade or not, he's immediately found her soft spot. even princesses aren’t above having their hair played with. “did you? i had no idea you had such a passion for the arts.” he’s just full of surprises today, isn’t he? playing into her newfound role, zelda doesn’t pay any mind to the guards watching the room like hawks and leans heavily into simon’s side. she thinks she has a vague idea as to where an exit is and this direction seems like as good an idea as any. “if we’re lucky, they won’t question us too much. just focus on me, maybe try to look as if you’re minutes away from sticking your tongue down my throat, and i’m sure we’ll be fine.”

"Hey, what does our difference in height have to do with whether you're a threat to my life? For all they care, you could be carrying a vial of poison in your purse, and you could just slip it into my drink when I'm not looking. Or you could turn any of your accessories into a weapon, and take me out without any trouble." Simon chuckled softly, shaking his head as he sipped his drink. "Believe me, these are actual accusations that my security have made against the people I've been involved with in the past. They might go a little easier on you, given your status. But I just want to give you a warning of what you're up against." As much as he would hate to have his security give Zelda a hard time about wanting to be left alone with him, there was a part of him that knew that it would be wildly entertaining if that ever came about. Truth be told, that was yet another reason why he had wanted to agree to this arrangement. "Fine... I guess you do have a point there. But why is it that I have a sneaky feeling that you're never going to let me live this down the rest of my life?" He asked, his eyebrow raised as his gaze remained locked with theirs. "But are you telling me that you didn't have a rebellious phase of your own? You never even tried to do something that was against royal protocol when nobody was watching?" As someone who had been subjected to plenty of restrictions growing up, he found that hard to believe. But it also made him curious. Knowing Zelda, he could not help but wonder what forbidden escapades thay must have been up to. It was a part of her that he had never seen either, even though she had just seen that part of him. Simon could not help but roll his eyes in a playful manner. "Come on, I am a catch. At least, that's what the tabloids have said. Do you know how hard it is to be the most eligible bachelor in the whole country?" He exclaimed, letting out a rather hearty laugh before he shook his head, and took another generous sip of his drink. "Yes, there's definitely something I find endearing about your. It's your ability to not throw yourself at me like the rest of these noblewomen. I find your resistance to me status, as well as my charm... quite endearing." He could not help but wink, a rather playful smile toying at his lips. "First of all, do you really expect me to believe that you're offended by that statement... which is true, by the way. Second of all, I'm not surprised by the fact that you care about me... just that you're willing to put yourself through all of this trouble for my sake. Not many people would do that. At least, no one has ever done this for me before." He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders, downing the last of his drink, and setting down his glass. Let the games begin. Simon gave their hand a squeeze as he held them close, bringing his free hand to stroke their hair as he kept up with the act. "No, I think I'll just let you take the lead on this. I trust you, Zelda." He whispered, glancing around the room in search for an exit. But it was easier said than done. "Have I mentioned how I took a few classes in theater while I was in university? Besides, the fundamentals of being a royal means you're always putting on act for the people around you. I just haven't had the luxury of picking which act to put on... until now."

[khaleesiofalicante]

While a positivity blog is great, posing it in opposition with the "call-out" blog immediately devalues it. The one person who was called out on that account (the original one) was an adult sexualizing teenagers who blocked anyone who tried to tell her that what she was doing was harmful. It makes it seem like you're trying to support adults who sexualize minors.

There's no way to "communicate" with someone who blocks anyone who tries to "call" them "in". a call out is a statement that this type of behavior isn't acceptable and a promise to make the fandom a safer space for teenagers.

I asked very respectfully not to send me follow up questions on this matter. Because this whole "call out" thing had been weighing on my mental health.

But once again, I keep getting dragged into this.

This my response to every ask I've gotten regarding this matter over the last few days. The asks I've been ignoring because it's not my place to give an opinion on this. Or rather, I do not have to. I don't have an obligation to do so.

But here we are.

The very reason I find the call out blog problematic is because of a sentence you said in your ask.

You mentioned that because I find the call out blog problematic and I quote "it makes it seem like you're trying to support adults who sexualize minors."

This is the problem.

The call out is not the problem. It's the way in which they are being called out.

Over the last few days, I've seen tsc blogs, for the lack of a better word, being "investigated". Posts dug from the past, follower lists analysed, screenshots posts and shared in public.

This is not a call out. A call out refers to interpersonal confrontations occurring between individuals on social media. In theory, call-outs should be very simple – someone does something wrong, people tell them, and they avoid doing it again in the future.

Now I understand you mentioned an individual refused to listen. I will not comment on that - since I do not know this individual personally or how they reacted. I do not prefer to talk about people I don't know personally. Neither the people calling them out - or the person being called out.

But what I can tell you is that when you call out someone, it only works when you point out why they are wrong, not what what they are doing is wrong. So, instead of calling someone a pedophile, it is essential to explain how their behaviour impacts you or your peers. It is important to address this issue in the larger fandom, not just by spamming one person's ask box. Because this issue is greater than one blog.

The reason why I don't condone this call out blog is because it is so easily possible to get carried away and overpunish people, turning alleged perpetrators of upsetting acts into victims themselves. The moral high ground people stand on evolves from calling out to public shaming of individuals.

I am requesting this entire fandom to rethink your actions and to reevaluate your choices. All of you.

It breaks my heart that you would say that I support adults who sexualise minors when have spent my whole adult life protecting children from such people. It is literally my job.

I recently saw one of my dearest friends being called "homophobic" because they support Jace - because Jace 'outed' Alec and therefore those who support Jace are also homophobic. It really hurt because I know the struggles my friend had to go through in order to protect themselves from their own homophobic family.

It makes me so sad and yet so angry that you are not aware of the consequences your words have on people.

People who make such claims. You seem to forget that we live in a digital world now. You all seem to forget that we are living through a pandemic. We study online. We work online. We entertain ourselves online.

So when you shame people online so callously, it can affect irreparable damage on their professional lives. It can ruin their mental health. It can impact their families.

While the intention of the callout blog - and those who support it - might be honest, the way in which they are achieving their goal is incredibly harmful for people in this fandom regardless of whether they are guilty or not.

I want to point out that this call out blog achieves nothing. It doesn't root out the pedophilia and sexism that exists on Tumblr - or in the fandom. The call out blog does't achieve anything. I'm sorry. It had to be said. The only thing this blog achieve is spreading a culture of shame, fear and stigma in the tsc fandom.

So, I urge you to rethink your actions and reevaluate your methods.

I do not believe in giving bland advice. So, as someone who works on these issues, allow me to point you in an healthier and more effective decision.

WHAT CAN YOU DO?

If the goal is "a promise to make the fandom a healthier space for teenagers" then you are doing it wrong. I say this as someone who works on creating healthy spaces for teenagers. It's up to you whether you want to listen to me or not.

But you are going about it wrong. Here is what you can do instead.

1. What we are doing wrong? Currently, you seem to be focusing on the people - not the issue. If you want to make the space feel safe, you need to address the root cause. What differentiates a call-out from bullying is that it shouldn’t be about punishing someone for something they have done, rather it should be about establishing a new pattern of behavior. In other words, when someone calls you out they want you to start showing through your actions that you care about the issue you’ve been called out on. So, show that you care about the issue.

2. How do we show we care? Focus on the teenagers. You are focusing on the wrong group of people. Cancelling out someone or calling out a blog or getting someone to deactivate is not going to make teenagers feel safe. Trust me on this. You need to address the issue to the victims. You need to ASK THEM how they want to be feel safe. While your method might work for you, it might not be what everyone wants. It might not make everyone feel safe. So, talk to your peers. What is it that you can do for your own community? Is it writing an email to CC about this issue in the fandom? Is it addressing it in a larger platform like a magazine or YouTube? Is it reaching to Tumblr and talking to them about doing their job and enforcing the community guidelines efficiently? THIS is how you fix the problem - not by chasing people out when you find them to be problematic.

3. Why are you complicating this? Why can't we just call people out? Because then you will only be addresing the symptoms, not the root cause. I understand that most of you are minors and therefore will not have the same awareness about how the system works or don't ahem access to same resources and opportunities we adults do. But unfortunately, it is our reality. We all live online. We all need to educate ourselves and do better.

I'm sharing an excellent resource here which was developed by UN WOMEN in 2021 to speficially tackle the issue of bullying, disinformation and hate speech experienced by youth - especially young women. It's a free online course that helps you learn this topic better. It even gives you a certificate from the organization.

I am ALL for calling people out as long as you do it the right way. So, if you want to be a warrior on Tumblr, if you want to protect your peers, if you want to create a safe space, you need to learn how to do it the right way. Otherwise, like most social activists, you are doing more bad than good. Your attempts to create a better world only lead to more chaos and pain.

4. I still don't understand. Then here is a simply answer. I hope this helps.

Please make better choices. Be conscious of how your actions online affect people both in digital and offline spaces.

You are allowed to fight for your safety. You are allowed to fight for your rights. But you are not allowed to hurt another person to prove your point. Then your whole initiative becomes counterproductive.

You need to be more aware. You need think more critically.

Finally and most importantly - I once again ask that you do not drag me into this. I am not the president of this fandom. I am not your parent. While it is my job to create awareness and work on online safety, I am not on tumblr to be an activist. This is my safe space. This is my comfort space. This is where I come to take my mind off all the stressful and heartbreaking things I have to work on as an activist. I am here to shit post like most people. I do not have to teach you to be decent or how to be sensible or how to be kind. That is the job of the education system and your family.

I'm sorry those around you have failed you and it has come to this. I only hope you do not fail yourself.

Make better choices.

Love, Dani.

[todoscript]

prompt 100, todoroki, smut? first time/confession?

Always You.

Prompt | “All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop I’m going to kiss you.”

Genre | SMUT. Fluff.

Pairing | Todoroki Shouto x Fem!Reader

Words | 5.2K+

Warnings | 18+. Smut. Oral. Penetration. Semi-public sex. Body worship. Characters are aged up. Feelings Revealed. Cuddling. 

Summary | Hearing your troubled thoughts about the daunting future ahead of you, Shouto finally realizes what you meant to him all this time.

A/N | I’ve been wanting to dabble with smut, so thank you Anon for this request (also I’m assuming you requested the prompt based on this list from my past drabble event). This is my first time posting e/xplicit content so beware of all the warnings. Other than that, please let me know your thoughts!

Big thank you to @sadistiks and @shoutogepi for beta reading! I really appreciate it! <3

For the longest time, since the very first year of his high school journey to becoming a hero, Todoroki Shouto knew that you were special to him. But he didn’t realize what these emotions meant.

At first, the feelings bombarded his thoughts like a haze—a screen of smoke he couldn’t see past. He initially discerned it as an affliction down his path, blocking his sight from the light at the end of his heroic odyssey. Yet even when he waved the murk away, he felt your spirit was still somehow manifested within him.

The darkness of the dim first floor greeted him when he arrived down from the elevator, the agony of no sleep pestering mind. The light shuddered back inside as he stepped out, a ding echoing throughout the quiet atmosphere that was the dead of the night. He trekked down the halls, past the kitchen, and into the common space where only a single flicker of candlelight met his vision.

However, when he approached closer, he noticed the fire wasn’t alone. There you were, sat on the couch with warm, soothing tea nestled in your hands.

“Y/n,” he called out, and you heard his voice quickly in the silence. You turned around, knowing well it was Shouto from the distinct husk in his tone and not your teacher Aizawa coming to reproach you for still being up so late.

“Oh Shouto, couldn’t sleep either?” you asked. He replied with a nod, which compelled you to pat the cushions on the couch. He took your offer and established himself into the light, sitting next to you.

For a moment, a gentle lull instilled itself into the atmosphere. You didn’t say anything to each other, but your presences were enough to soothe the strain in your bodies and release any disturbing thoughts plaguing your minds. It was an unspoken form of affirmation between you two that Shouto was oddly fond of. When you perched your cup of tea onto the coffee table, you finally cut the silence.

“I’ve been… thinking…” Your words drifted off, and Shouto removed his sight from the candle’s dancing fire to turn to you.

“About?” He poked the remark further.

“Our class. Our journey to becoming heroes,” you answered, folding your legs into you on the couch with your chin propped against your knees. “Soon, it’ll all be over.”

Your words lingered with distraught at the thought that within a few months left in your third year, the next step in your path will open forward, leaving a curtain to draw close on the current one you’ve walked upon for nearly three years now. It was unsettling. Realizing the habits you’ve established, and the faces you’ve been accustomed to throughout each day, will suddenly vanish within the instant you approached life after high school. It scared you as much as it did the boy by your side, which to him was strange.

It shouldn’t bother him as much. He’s worked himself up since he was a child, grinding sweat and rigor through his bones to achieve this goal. He’s known across his entire life that he’d eventually end up at this point and move further toward that dream of becoming a Pro Hero. Yet when you addressed the troubling notions out loud, he grew conflicted.

“That’s right. We’ll be walking on our different paths after,” Shouto said. It was then he realized the weight amassed in that single statement. That once the year is over, you won’t be ingrained into each other’s lives anymore. He wouldn’t get to see your smiling face greeting him every morning or engage in the compelling conversations you enacted between classes. His life would be different from then on out, and the idea of the emptiness carved into it after your departure left an ache in him, making him hollow.

“A-Are you ready for it? To move on and leave everything behind?” you stuttered as if anxious to receive his answer. Deep down, you wanted to believe the boy still desired to hang onto the present and the relationships woven into this fabric of time, rather than cut them off and start a new seam. However, you could not forget about his achievements and hard work, forged through sheer will and determination. He was amongst the top in your entire year, and you couldn’t neglect that he was destined for bigger and better things after. It would be selfish of you to anchor him down with these chilling notions of yours.

Yet as Shouto thought over the questions, he envisioned his trudge down this long winding road, and then remembered everything. He remembered all the times his eyes lingered on you, and the silent, reassuring exchanges you sent each other between infinitesimal moments. He remembered all the words you spoke to him when his spirits were down, recalling whenever he willingly sought out your presence just to be near you—next to you. And he remembered the heat on his body and the confliction he dealt with whenever he craved your touch as every thought of you ignited a blaze he wished you could douse out, lest his sense of reason be incinerated. 

It’s when he reached the end of this path, and the light peaked in its brightest form that he ultimately realized. The light was you. It was always you from the beginning. You were never the haze obscuring his journey, but the luminosity that guided his way, showing him to who he truly was and helping him experience all the joys on this path.

Shouto snuck a glance over to you while your eyes still lined downward at the quivering reflection of the cup of chamomile tea next to the candle. The single light source illuminated every crest beautified on your face, and he beheld the vulnerability within the moment as if you were the only thing on this earth. You made him happy and filled that void in his existence that plagued him before he arrived at U.A., like the missing piece of an incomplete puzzle. He could not fathom the world around him without you.

Shouto breathed a heavy sigh from his lips. Despite your doubt and suspense, his answer felt all too obvious to him.

“No, I don’t think I’m ready to move on just yet,” he conclusively admitted. When you perceived his answer, you loosened your legs clutched to your chest, and met his eyes with an astonished expression.

“Shouto, what are you saying?” You tried to urge him to rethink his words again, understand what they meant. Shouto, out of the majority of everyone in your year, should be more than prepared for the future to come. You’ve known the boy so closely throughout your three years together, but you couldn’t discern whatever could be troubling his mind for him to be afraid of taking that leap forward.

“There’s… something in this life that I’m not willing to let go of yet,” he cast his gaze to the small flit of the candle before shifting it to the glow of your irises. His hands reached out and entwined with yours, and the comforting touch of your warm skin gave him the fortitude to continue.

“You. I don’t think I’m ready to leave you yet, Y/n,” he told you, and in the quiet, the words nearly echo through your mind. Initially, you’re speechless at the confession, but you don’t pull away. In fact, you gripped his hands tighter, like maybe the Shouto in front of you was a mirage conjured by your lack of sleep. However, he’s real. The unwavering stare, the altering sensations clasped against his calloused palms, the resolute composure on his handsome features. They were all real. 

“Sh-Shouto… I—”

“I realized what you meant to me. You’re always on my mind because you’re the one thing in this life I can’t go without, the one person I won’t and can’t move on from.” Though a man of few words, he mustered the strength to utter this unyielding declaration. 

“I’m in love with you, Y/n,” he imparted the words he’s been meaning to tell you—the words that finally answered the confusion he felt all this time and lifted the veil that clouded him.

Your eyes shimmered, hearing the heart behind his affirmation. Your face shifted from a mien of confliction to one of acceptance, allowing yourself to wholeheartedly welcome the emotions he finally unshackled from the depths of his soul.

“Shouto, I… I love you. I think deep down, I’ve always felt the same, I just never knew if it was right for us to be together,” you said, and it obliged him to return an enlightened look while he slowly inched closer.

“But… What does this mean from here on out?” you tried to ask through a whisper, but the ceasing proximity between you two blanks your mind to only the attention of Shouto’s face drawing near, his cold breath tickling your lips.

“I don’t know. All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to kiss you,” he warned yet didn’t stop to pause as his eager lips finally met yours in a searing sensation of emotions. Your mind adjusted to the caress of his lips, soon melding perfectly into his with a simple tilt of your head.

Shouto brought a hand up to hold your jaw while his other gripped underneath your thigh to adjust your position, now straddling him on the couch to allow your bodies to press together intimately. Naturally, your arms found their way around his neck while you continued mingling your lips for kiss after kiss in the empty common space, tongues dancing together. He palmed at every inch of your skin, traveling from the expanse of your naked legs to your ass, and then up to your clothed breasts. Through these motions, you grounded yourself against him and felt the growing shape beneath his sweatpants form against your covered cunt.

Your lips detached for a second. You stared into the evident lustful haze fogged in his fraternal twin irises, a playful grin on your swollen lips. “Are you sure all you want to do is kiss?”

He mirrored your smirk, hands lightly grazing your thighs teasingly. “Not even close, love.”

Hearing the endearing name caused a heat to pool in your lower-half, which continued to grow desperately hot while he embarked his mouth on a journey across the expanse of your neck. You winced at the array of fervent kisses left in his wake and noticed his hands busied themselves by rubbing circles against your torso to your hips underneath your sleeping clothes. He brushed up against your breasts, unrestricted due to an absence of a bra. His touch felt like fire, and sent you into dizzying desire. It wasn’t long until he finally tugged on the hem of your shirt. Taking the hint, you moved your arms up to allow him to pull the article of clothing off.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he muttered and wasted no time in admiring your bare upper body, tossing your shirt to the side. Though he only spoke of beautifying praises, he noticed your hesitance when you hovered your arms in front of him, cheeks growing vividly hot. At this, he took your hands in his and moved them away from obscuring the beautiful sight before his adamant, loving gaze.

“I mean it. You’re the prettiest thing on this earth, Y/n,” he assured, planting a kiss against each of your palms then settling them on his shoulders.

“And I’m going to make sure—” His words paused as his mouth attached to your skin once more.

“That your beautiful body—” He molded his lips against the underside of one mound, traveling upward.

“Knows all the things—” it eventually made its way to your nip that shivered and hardened through the exposure to the cold air, “I’ll be doing to it.”

Hearing those sensual words leave the mouth of a man usually so composed and calm made your mind scatter in a hazy daze that drenched you from your panties to the thin material of your shorts, undoubtedly wetting his sweatpants in the process.

“Mm… Ahh…” you breathed out a sigh of moans next to his ear thanks to his methodical movements, which sounded like a melody he would repeat over and over in his head for years to come. One of his large hands slipped behind you down your shorts to grip your ass, ignoring the clothing, and the other wandered to your breast that wasn’t occupied by the heated presses of his mouth. You tried to keep yourself anchored to reality and not drift off in the hot air of lust by gripping behind his head and weaving your fingers in his dual-colored tresses. Unknowingly, you pressed him further into you, and he gladly continued to indulge in his simulations.

Eventually, he parted from your body to sit back and admire his handy work, which were the marks adorned on your skin and the needy look on your face left in his wake. The glimmer of the candlelight behind you accentuated the outline of your figure, and he wanted to ingrain this pretty image into his head so badly.

“Sh-Shouto…” you whined, and his eyes perked up.

“What is it, love?” he asked, though his hands continued caressing your waist and thighs almost tauntingly, discerning the desire in your voice.

“I want…”

“Want what?” he pried on.

“You know what I want...” You bashfully eyed down his lap, fingers tracing below his shirt to the waistband of his pants, tugging.

“Hm, do I?” he jeered, and you cursed at how he dragged out your desires while falling further into his mischief from the way he resumed stroking the fever of your skin.

“Yes, you do,” you ground against his erection once more, hoping to spark a reaction. And in the end, you received one in the form of his hands gripping your hips to still your movements. 

“Fuck…” His brows narrowed tightly together from the shift that caused blood to spike through his cock. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want, love—what you need,” he finally assured, softly touching your cheek with the back of his hand before planting a peck.

“But first, I want a taste. Hands on the couch,” he ordered in the husky timbre of his voice, and you didn’t disobey, lest he draw out your pleasure toward a nerve-wracking pace your body couldn’t handle anymore. You moved off his lap and crawled to the furthest end to perch yourself against the couch’s arm, knees on the cushions, and bottoms faced toward Shouto.

He awarded your immediate compliance with his hands, dragging themselves down the skin of your back and descending toward the waistband of your shorts. However, to your chagrin, he only pulled off the first layer.

His eyes beheld the color of red while he jerked the clothing down your thighs, now met and widened at the sight of your rose-hued panties. He watched as you slowly turned your head to catch his amorous expression, the man kneeled behind you from the view of your ass emphasized by the flimsy, lace fabric. He admired how you glowed from the candle, and how the moonlight filtered through the windows of the common room, cascaded on the expanse of skin the firelight couldn’t reach, while your body was arched, ready, and willing for his and his eyes only. If you were a goddess, he’d worship you and visit your shrine for the rest of his life. No, scratch that, in Shouto’s eyes, no goddess or deity could ever compare to you.

“God, how is everything about you so perfect…” he breathed out, tone laced in utter affection. Your face blossomed crimson from his praises.

The candle at his side still offered him enough light to see the evident damp spot on the crotch of your panties. When he pulled them down, your slick strung from the lacey material to your lower glistening lips, which made him release a strained groan. You helped him remove the tainted articles of clothing by lifting your knees as he slid them down your legs, letting them pile in a heap on the floor.

“Even your pussy’s pretty…” he spoke the obscene words like they were second nature, but you couldn’t conjure anything in reply except a whimper when he dragged his fingers across your sex. He smeared your wetness on his fingertips, not even offering their full length into your heat.

“F-Fuck… please,” you begged, fidgeting in your spot to usher him to do anything more to stop the ache in your body.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, leaning over you and tossing your hair to the side to smother kisses on the nape of your neck. He then trailed his mouth down your back at an agonizing pace while his fingers continued to toy with your wet cunt using touches that could never climb you to the peak of your high. Soon his lips arrived at your asscheek, melding the smooches against your flesh while he dipped toward his desired destination.

Shouto leveled his gaze to your ass, grasping it firmly in his hands and spreading you open. The scent of your arousal invaded his senses. Your exposure to his intimate eyes made your cunt twitch in front of him, slick gathering and sticking to your thighs.

“Mm, so so pretty...”

However, as much as he wanted to dive right in and drink all your nectar, your cute whimpers drove him to tease you once more, only granting you the sensations of his breath fanned on your dripping sex.

“Baby, what do you want?” You couldn’t believe he had the nerve to ask. Still, you played along, albeit not nearly as patient as the man behind you.

“Y-Your mouth,” you answered, and you felt the thin smirk on his lips when he kissed your ass one last time.

“A nice answer,” is all he muttered before his tongue finally reached your aching entrance. He licked around you, his hold on your flesh tightened to bare your pussy to his entering appendage. At the feeling of his muscle along your silky walls, your nails started digging into the arm of the green couch, voice singing out unhinged.

“Careful, love, everyone’s still sleeping. We wouldn’t want them to hear now, would we?” he warned when he detached from your sex, yet was quick to dive in again. Clasping your hand over your mouth to mute the airy noises emitting from your lips, you remembered where you were—in an open and publicly used space. It especially became very apparent when the squelch of his mouth against you reverberated in the vast, empty area due to Shouto becoming a man unshackled by his passionate desires for the woman he loved. The last thing you wanted was for the boys on the second floor to wake up. Or worse, accidentally alert Mr. Aizawa.

As Shouto continued tasting your cunt, the heat coursing through your body was slowly boiling and longing to burst, your mewls edging to heavy moans past your hand. When your pussy started grappling around his tongue, he realized you inched closer and closer to release.

“Are you going to cum for me? Soak my tongue with everything you got?”

You hissed a squeal of a yes, along with a speedy succession of nods that was enough of a response for Shouto to help you reach your high. His motions transcended faster, and he added to the revelry by inserting a long finger into you, easily touching the particular spongy area inside that made you quiver. The overflowing sensations hollowed the sounds in your throat to mere hoarse throes of pleasure. His bind on your flesh grew firmer, like his feast on your cunt was the ambrosia he needed to revitalize his body. 

“Ah, f-fuck Shouto, I’m— I’m—”

“Do it, baby. Cum all over my face.”

The weighty lust in his words was the last fuel you needed to attain your peak. At last, your sex clenched across Shouto’s tongue, covering his mouth in your juices as your screams were suppressed against the couch arm you buried your face into, knowing your hand was too weak of a barrier to contain your loud, wanton cries. With you soon becoming limp due to the mind-blowing orgasm that coursed your body, you braced yourself on the couch’s arm. Turning your head, you observed the glistened sheen covering the lower half of Shouto’s face that he earnestly licked and then rubbed against his forearm. The heady sight resulted in your body growing hot and bothered all over again.

“Mm, you taste so delicious, love,” he told you before he eased forward across your form and captured your mouth for another searing kiss that allowed you to taste your flavor on his tongue. Shouto’s arms readily wove around your naked body, positioning you to lay comfortably flat beneath him on the couch while never leaving the fervid lip-lock. You hung an arm over his back, and a hand settled into his hair.

“Ah.. wait,” you managed to voice between the wistful union of your tongues, letting Shouto lean his forehead against yours to peer into your eyes.

“What is it?”

“You’ve been doing all the work tonight. The least I should do to repay you is give you some pleasure, right?” you said, attempting to reach lower toward the bulge keen on his sweats. Yet Shouto halted you with a quick hand on your wrist.

“It’s alright, Y/n. I want to use this night to appreciate and love you,” he stated, bringing your hand to his lips as his gaze never moved from yours. “And besides, we can do that next time.”

Next time? You wordlessly repeated the phrase, mind trying to fathom what this passionate night would spark in the aftermath for you two.

Even with everything ahead of him, he still desired to be with you—to love and cherish you. Now that you’ve both admitted to the feelings concealed within yourselves for so long, there wasn’t any way Shouto could just let you go. One way or another, he’d carve another path down his odyssey where you two would walk together, and he could forever bask in your light.

But for now, he needed to tend to you and satiate his lust that has thoroughly built up throughout the heaty progression of the night, his cock painfully taut in the bounds of his clothing. At last, he granted his body the small bit of freedom it craved by removing his shirt and sweatpants, leaving his skin bare to the air like yours. Raking your eyes over his form scrupulously, you bit into your lower lip at the expanse of firm muscle lining every inch of his frame. The light beside you seemed only to enhance every marbled crest delved across his features. Those three years of fierce hero training committed wonders on his body, and you were eager to put your hands all over him.

However, your mind was blanketed into a haze when he pulled down his briefs—soiled by a blotch of his precum—allotting you with an unhindered view of his cock standing to attention. Shouto lowly chuckled, noticing the speechless expression taking over your face. His hand wholly stroked his stout manhood.

“Like what you see, baby?”

Your response is reduced to a quick nod, still dumbstruck by the length of his dick and generous girth when knowing he was soon to be inside you in mere moments. Shouto took his position in front of you again. He spread you out with as much room as the green couch of the common room could offer you two. You kept resonating out whimpers from your lips, and he reveled in those sounds while preparing to align himself to your entrance, his eyes fogged with unrivaled yearning for you. To say he’s dreamt of this day—where you’re hot, needy, and naked in the wake of his lustful desires—would be an understatement. No kind of imagination could beat the real thing, with the genuine noises you produced and the way your slick felt against the head of cock as he slowly pushed himself forward. Watching each inch of his dick gradually slide inside and experiencing the tightness of him and his love coming together did many things to him. The sensation was beyond incredible.

“Mm! Fuck!” you cried out in a whisper of a yell, immediately anchoring yourself by wrapping your arms around him when he lowered his upper-body to you. The stretch of his girth induced a pleasurable burn in your stomach that threatened to seize your entire being. 

“Argh… Love, I’m right here— Fuck, you’re so tight—” he cursed at your warmth firmly enveloping his cock, struggling not to let the heat of the moment devour his reasoning and just plow away at your body. No, he needed to go slow and not hurt you, let you adjust to his size. Thankfully the wetness simulated when he ate you out aided the process, and soon his entire length was sheathed inside you.

You laid there trembling over the deep sensation, but the pain managed to diffuse quickly. “I-It’s OK… I’m alright now,” you murmured to him, the circles he rubbed into your skin soothing a bit of the tension harrowed in your body. You tilted your head so your lips were sheer centimeters from his ear, whispering out in a soft, heady tone that was breaking his rationale.

“Please fuck me.”

That was all he needed to begin his hard succession of thrusts. His cock felt along all the crevices of your walls. He grunted out praises and affections for you in between each drive into your core. Fuck, every part of you was like heaven and he wanted—no—needed to indulge in all you could give him. You struggled to find your words, voice hoarse and diminished to frail moans that he heard every trace of from the proximity between you, practically instilling the harmonies into his mind.

“I love you, Y/n, fuck I love you so much.” His bewitching utterances spilled from his lips without a second thought for all he’s thinking about is you.

“You were always the light that— ah— guided me... Always the one I could come to…” His thrusts continued relentlessly even as he bent toward your neck to meld his mouth on it for a second. “You were always the one, Y/n. It was always you.”

At all his love rained down upon you, your grip on his body grew tighter while you attempted to muster out some coherent words, despite each deep impulse of his cock making you envision stars.

“Mm, ah, l-love you too— Mmph—” You cut off with a scream that was luckily muted by Shouto joining his mouth to yours the moment he reached your pleasurable spongy area again. He continued his onslaught in that spot, knowing it was the erogenous zone in your body that made you writhe and shriek for him. White began to shroud your sight every time he pounded there. It wouldn’t be long until the simmer you built to a boil would be ready to burst again, your pussy starting to clench around his length desperately.

“Shouto, I’m gonna c-cum..!”

“Fuck, me too,” he replied to your frantic pleas and savored the sting of your nails raked down his back, tightening his hold on your spread legs. “Together, baby. Cum with me.”

With you both teetered toward the edge of release, he began pistoning his hips forward at an unbridled pace, the smack of your skins echoing so vividly in the space. Spit gathered in the back of your throat as Shouto did his very best to snatch every mewl and moan resounding from your lips. The noises vibrated across his tongue while he groaned back, thrusting forward in each succession. Eventually, the final scream tore from your throat, ripping into his mouth. Your body convulsed in a fit of overwhelming pleasure across every nerve and your intense orgasm was the catalyst he needed to cum.

In a single deep, quick thrust following your peak, his climax surged through him, and he came undone. A low grunt reverberated in him as he buried himself in you and coated your walls in hot spurts of white, the lip-lock remaining fervent throughout his orgasm and his hand seeking yours at the last minute to twine together in love and passion.

Through the whirlwind of your fucking, the candle on the coffee table eventually blew itself out while you both came down from your highs with ragged breaths and sweaty bodies. Shouto lovingly kissed your temple, caressing down your sides in calming motions. You returned the gesture by pecking his chest and rubbing the muscles of his broad back. The two of you simply laid there, tangled together, basked in the glow from the intensity, with nothing but the glimmering moonlight descending your naked bodies.

“Mm, Shouto?” your voice is only a hushed murmur in the tranquil atmosphere.

“What is it, love?” His caring touch did not cease when he whispered a question back, eyes pinpointing your own despite the darkness.

“As much as I just want to lay here and cuddle with you, we can’t stay here mister,” you admonished, thankful that you recalled where you were before you ended up drifting off into sleep on this couch. It would be an absolute nightmare had you awoke the next morning from the screams of your classmates at the sight of you both naked.

He let out a deep chuckle, likely conjuring the same thought as you though not acting nearly as frantic as he should be. He lifted his upper body off the cushions. “Shall we go to my room then?”

You nodded. At that you both gathered your clothes that were thrown carelessly in heaps on the floor and got dressed. You made sure no suspicious traces of you remained, then silently took to the elevators to ascend to the fifth floor.

It’s in the confines of Shouto’s room that you reunited your bodies again underneath the comfortable blankets of his futon. His left side provided just the right amount of warmth to lull your nerves. You relished in his particular musky scent with him so close and being surrounded by all his familiarities, cuddling into him.

Perceiving the rhythm of your even breaths against him imbued Shouto with a sense of peace. He couldn’t help but pull you toward him to softly kiss your forehead. At the tickling sensation, you giggled and exchanged a delicate kiss of your own on his jawline. For a brief period of time, that calming silence you two were far too familiar with enveloped the mood as you wordlessly traded placid touches across each other’s arms and backs. Ultimately, the quiet is interrupted when you speak up.

“Are you.. still scared about the future?” You brought back the query that set off the steamy chain of events. Shouto didn’t speak for a moment, inhaling a breath until you indicated his resolution through his hold on you growing stronger.

“No. No, I’m not scared,” he told you, continuing without a single hint of uncertainty in his voice, “Because even when we move onto the future, we’ll find each other again. You’re my light, Y/n, and I’ll always come back to you.”

At his conviction, you finally let the weight of those harrowing notions lift themselves from your body that night, letting you sleep soundlessly in the arms of the man you loved.

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Haikyuu Headcannons: When they’re obsessed with your 🍑 (Oikawa Tooru, Ukai Keishin, Kozume Kenma)

Warnings: Swearing, not super explicit/nsfw, but suggestive content so I’ll put it below the cut just in case

A/N: What’s good everyone? Here’s something that I’ve stayed up way too late working on. It’s 5 in the morning and I’ve forgotten my own name. Let me know if y’all want a continuation with other characters. They all ended up being setters in this one so I just went with it I guess. All characters are aged up and 18+. I hope you enjoy! Please don’t copy any of my writings. My content is originally written and I put a lot of time and effort into each piece. Ask me before reposting.

Oikawa Tooru:

Of course he’s respectful when you’re in public, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t noticed the way that new skirt he bought you last week accentuates your ass in justtt the right way.

You’ve caught him staring a few times and he always plays innocent like the sly little shit that he is.

You called him out once, but you know your mans is dramatic

“You wound me, (y/n) chan! What kind of a man do you take me for? I’m a gentleman! Honestly it’s not all that impressive anyways”

“Sounds like someone’s projecting”

“(Y/N), YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!”

“You blatantly asked for the smoke, so I kindly obliged~”

“I was just kidding, baby! Why’d you have to come for me like that? 😭😭😭😭”

You had one brattykawa on your hands after that one. Dats tough

Anywhooo

Once you two are alone OOF. This. Bitch. Is. SHAMELESS.

He can’t keep his hands off of you. Doesn’t matter the size or shape

Your ass = Tooru magnet

He could pick you out in a crowd of people based on that booty alone

You’ll be cuddling on the couch, you're on top with your head on his chest just watching a movie and enjoying each other’s presence. Then BAM he’s got both cheeks in each hand, squeezing and kneading firmly

“Neee, (y/n) chan~ You’re so soft, baby girl~ How is that even allowed? Damn you’re so gorgeous, princess”

You: Head Empty

You're bent over the kitchen island scrolling through your phone? This mans is playing patty cake on your buns. Those setter hands are dangerously powerful. Of course he knows how to restrain himself as to not hurt you but whew some of those spanks leave you deliciously breathless and your little gasps are like music to his ears… which usually leads to other tingzzzzz and Tooru teasing you for walking funny the next day

Could his ego get any bigger? I don’t know if we’d survive it

Wearing his favorite pair of leggings or those cute pajama shorts? It’s on sight. You’re trapped beneath this painfully beautiful brat of a man and you wouldn’t have it any other way

And lawwdd if you know how to twerk. He might just faint on the spot

RIP Oikawa it was for a good cause

Ukai Keishin:

Oh boy

Keishin gives me serious ass man vibes. Idk what it is

He worships you in every way possible, but that ass holds a special place in this cranky man’s heart

After a long day of working with crops, managing the store and volleyball practice, this man is tired and grumpy. Hinata somehow managed to almost meet his eternal rest when he was nearly hit by a TRUCK and a CAR and a BIKE and a STATIONARY POLE trying to outdo Kageyama while racing in the neighborhood. He swears those kids have taken at least ten years off his life span.

This man is v stressed

So when he comes home to find you reading in bed on your stomach in nothing but his t-shirt and those sexy panties that show off that beautiful bum… Honestly he could’ve cried he was so geeked.

He teared up a bit ngl (He’d never admit it tho)

This guy swan dived into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into your glorious cakes

“Bad day, hon?”

“Mmmphh”

He took a fat nap right then and there

He was so bitchy and whiny when you woke him up to change sleeping positions (as long as you let him slip a hand on a cheek when you got comfortable, he’s a happy camper)

He just loves feeling the warmth and weight of it in his hands, it’s comforting to him and feels super grounding idk

But boy oh boy does this man love to give it a good smack or two or ten

Watch out bb 😈

He’ll spank you anywhere anytime, but he’s real sneaky about it in public….until he’s not LOL. It just depends on the environment and who is around

Like Oikawa, the strength in those setter hands will have you shOOk to the core especially a seasoned one like Kei

One time you were doing your morning stretches, slipping into downward dog and HO. NEY. Keishin was already pulling you flush against his pelvis and smacking that 🍑 like a djembe drum until tears pricked your eyes. Your whole body was vibrating with desire it was WILD

“Ohhhh, sweetheart. You are a work of fucking art, you know that? You’re not going anywhere today. That’s a promise.”

And that’s how you ended up with twins. Not sorry.

10/10 would recommend

Kozume Kenma:

Listen Linda

It took a while for you to notice

But Kenma is truly OBSESSED with the booty

It took him a while to even admit it to himself tbh

He would look away immediately when he caught himself staring

And he may have appeared chill on the surface but blondie was internally screaming as you literally sat on top of him while he was gaming

He was so hesitant poor bb was overthinking it so hard. He just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or think he was weird etc etc

It was confirmed to you when you started waking up in the middle of the night to a fully unconscious Kenma giving your ass subtle squeezes in his sleep

You’ll literally have to sit this man down and be super direct about it

Once you give him the go ahead chillle it’s on and poppin

Only when y’all are alone of course cuz as we know, Kenma is v shy and a very private person

He’s not the pda type in general

Again, he loves it when you sit on top of him when he’s playing video games. Especially when you straddle him. His hand does this smooth slide down your back that sends shivers down your spine before settling over the swell of your butt. He’ll give the occasional rub and caresses your thigh softly. Another muse of his. Kenma LIVES for your thighs. Would happily be suffocated by them. Whoops. Squeeze them around his waist or grind into his lap and you’ll be on your back faster than you can say yes please

When you’re cuddling, he’ll just start jiggling that cake in his hands. He finds it fascinating, soothing and unbelievably hot all at once. The perfect combination in his opinion.

“ . . . Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“Watcha doin back there?”

*continues in concentrated silence*

“Babe??”

“. . . You’re like a sexy human stress ball . . So soft . . So cute . . So squishy . .”

“Ummmkay?”

My mans is hypnotized. He would do that shit for hours if you let him let’s be real. That thang is thangin

He would buy you ALL of the jeans, leggings, shorts, dresses, hoodies, crops, shirts, skirts. Everything and anything that fits your body type in all the right places, Kenma is on it and good lord is he invested. He absolutely spoils you. Blondie bae is surprisingly good at keeping your style in mind while also pushing you to try new things that end up making you look stunning. Big ups

The only time Kenma has spanked you was in retaliation. You wanted to see his reaction to being spanked. So once when he was distracted by his switch, you slowly walked up behind him and SMACK

Kenma nearly dropped the damn switch 😤 You’ve never seen this boi whip his whole body around and bend you over so fast

Two swift yet heavy blows to your backside had you rethinking your whole life. Everything about that moment lives in your head rent free

[themetaisawesome]

Remember in “Lake Laogai” how we got that peak into the Joo Dee program?

Dai Li Agent: I'm Joo Dee. Welcome to Ba Sing Se. Joo Dees: (in perfect unison) I'm Joo Dee. Welcome to Ba Sing Se. Dai Li Agent: We are so lucky to have our walls to create order. Joo Dees: (in perfect unison) We are so lucky to have our walls to create order.

During the netflix rewatch I got to thinking:

Initially I figured that they wouldn’t have used native Ba Sing Se women for this, because the Dai Li wouldn’t have wanted citizens looking for missing family members, especially because Joo Dees are public servants who would have been seen and recognized.

So then I thought that these women were probably once refugees. With few, if any, people to come looking for them and with few opportunities in the Lower Ring, they would have been easy targets. 

Put yourself into the shoes of a refugee in the Lower Ring. You’re new to the city, and, like so many around you, you’re poor, hungry, and your previous life was destroyed by the Fire Nation. Then a beautiful woman in a pretty dress comes along and offers you a career opportunity in the Upper and Middle Rings. You excitedly leap at the chance to support yourself and your family, unaware you’re being lured into a trap by someone who was also a victim. Your family, if you’re lucky enough to still have one, starts making a ruckus after you’ve been gone for weeks. They go around asking if anyone has seen you, they put up missing person posters, and they even yelled at the Dai Li agent who ordered them to remove the posters, much to the horror of their native neighbors. Finally, another Dai Li agent knocks on the door to the shack they’re staying in, and there you are behind him in your new uniform. But the grin on your face that stretches from ear to ear doesn’t assuage their concerns. You don’t understand why. You have a wonderful new job in service to the city that graciously welcomed them all and protects them. There’s no need to worry anymore. You’re all safe within Ba Sing Se.

The people of Ba Sing Se, from pet store owners to university students, know to fall into line with just a glance and a shake of the head from a Joo Dee. They’re practically as afraid of them as they are of Dai Li agents.

While typing all this out, I started to rethink my initial assumption. The way they handled Jet shows how dissenters and prisoners are dealt with. 100 years of war would have seen quite a few people trying to upset the status quo. An outspoken noblewoman, merchant, or professor would have been quite a nuisance for Long Feng and his predecessor(s).

You and your sister are students at the city’s university. You’re content as a mathematics major, but your sister has always been a historian in the making, and a socially conscious one at that. More than once she’s gotten into loud debates with professors in the middle of their lectures. She’s never been satisfied with the way the teachers and textbooks try to give the students easy answers. Your dad is clearly growing weary at her insistence that he use his government job to do something, to start trying to change things. She doesn’t listen to mom or dad when they try to convince her to let it go, to just be more quiet. She tells you one night that she’s been speaking with classmates and teachers about what’s wrong with Ba Sing Se, and assures you she’s going to make a difference. Then, one day, you notice your sister didn’t make it to class, and she’s nowhere to be seen when you get home that night. You ask your parents where she is, but they have nothing to say. The first night you’re worried for her. The second night you start having nightmares. By the third night she’s still not home, your parents won’t say anything, and you can’t sleep. Then, after weeks of being gone, she’s back, and she acts like she was never gone in the first place. You notice her dress and hairstyle are new. Something feels wrong about the way she’s acting. She’s smiling, always smiling, but that doesn’t make you feel better. Then, to your shock, she tells you she’s leaving school to pursue a career in “public service,” and she tells you and your parents to call her Joo Dee from now on. You can’t find the words to say, but your parents seem to just accept it. You try to ask your dad in private what’s going on, but all he tells you is, “Son, this is just how life is in Ba Sing Se.” Whenever they see your sister walking by, your neighbors stare at you with knowing looks, but they say nothing. Your parents say nothing. You say nothing. You try to go about your life, hiding just how much your sister’s constant smile makes your skin crawl. This is just how life works in Ba Sing Se. At least you’re safe here.

So, it’s possible that the Joo Dees were made up of targeted refugee women and native Ba Sing Se women who were being punished for a crime and have been essentially abandoned by their families.

...season 2 had some fucking dark elements to it.

[kingsuckjin]

Ruin Him - JJK

> Genre: Jk virgin coworker au, smut  

>Warnings: Jk is a bit subby, he’s a virgin, public sex/ car sex, fingering (f receiving) reader is a dom, kinda soft, corruption kink 

>Rating: 18+ (for smut)

>Synopsis: You get fired and expect it to be a lot worse of a day than it is. your friend the IT guy at the office comes to your rescue.

> Words: 3.5k

“I’m sorry but your subpar work just isn’t cutting it, we’re letting you go. Please gather your things and vacate the premises.” 

That’s what he said. Your boss sat there in his fancy chair, not giving a fuck, seeming proud of himself for his words. He didn’t care that you worked your ass off for the past few years at this job praying all your work paid off in the form of a raise or a promotion just for him to call you a different name the handful of times he ever acknowledged your existence. He didn’t care that you didn’t know how to find a new job on such a short term, he didn’t even give you two weeks’ notice. He probably didn’t even care that because of this you might have to move back in with your parents for a while. You felt like you had failed, but you were more than heartbroken as you stormed through the maze of cubicles towards your own where your desk was, clutching the box that your boss had handed you with somewhat of a smile, you were pissed. The silent stares you knew that you were getting only angered you more, you felt like a circus clown like they wanted a good show. You felt like screaming at them “what are you looking at?!” but then again maybe they pitied you. You probably had mascara running down your tear-soaked cheeks, they probably knew what had happened from the way you were acting.

It didn’t matter, you just wanted out of there, and the looks and silence from them only made you rethink even taking the time to get your things at all. 

You held the box against the side of your desk as you carelessly raked your things into it with teary, blurred vision. You had worked so hard just to toss years worth of being here into a box.

You felt so alone, no one had said a word to you, your mind raced with pain and anger as you took your filled box and began to quickly race towards the elevator. You saw that elevator as the light at the end of this nightmare tunnel, it would shield you from the staring, from the gawking, from the pity. You did your best to hold back the wall of sobs that were threatening to break forth and bring you to your knees as you thought about how someone could be so cold and just fire you as if you weren’t even a person.

In it the midst of your thought and rushing, you could feel your foot catch on something, next thing you were sent falling forward. The bottom of the box fell through and you and your things went crashing to the floor.

You wanted to just lay there, to just give up and hope you melted and soaked into the floor so you could just get away as fast as you could from this embarrassing situation.

“Here” someone muttered. You had been engrossed in your self-pity and stares from the others you hadn’t even realized the one and the only person you ever counted on was here to rescue you.

You pushed yourself off the floor as he concentrated on taking the box on the floor gathering your things and putting them back inside, carefully holding the now broken bottom so they all didn’t fall through. You looked at the man as he pushed his round glasses up onto his face and stood. He took the box under one of his arms and outreached the other arm to you to help you up, which you graciously took.

“Let me walk you to your car, okay?” he announced more so than asked, he was already heading towards the elevator with your things leaving you to run along behind him to catch up.

You had spent so many lunches with this man, he was the only real not standoffish one here, the only one that was easy to talk to and get along with. Maybe because it was because he was young like you, or maybe because he was an outcast at this place like you. Jeon Jungkook worked in IT, he was shy, stuttered when nervous combined with his little habit of pushing his glasses upon his face. He was a bit of a nerd, or that’s what people said around the office, but you had always seen him as nothing more than a friend. 

As you were accompanied out the doors of the building and into the parking lot, you were still holding back the tears that were threatening to spill. The walk to your car was silent, but he seemed to stall with the box in his hand as you stopped next to your car.

“I’m- I’m so sorry.” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed and his voice took on a tone that dripped with guilt and pity for you.

“It’s alright,” you said weakly as you took the box from him, careful to hold the button as he had. “I’m uh-” your voice broke and shook just a bit making you clear your throat and avoid eye contact with the man whom you had spent a lot of lunches with, the man who had just witnessed your near meltdown over being fired.

“For what it’s worth, he’s probably going to fire me too, he never liked either of us. Jokes on him though, I have another job lined up already, better paying too. Hey! I could put in a good word for you! I bet they’d have a spot open, it’s run by an old friend, and I bet I could-”

“Ah Kookie, you don’t have to do that.” you wondered how bad he had felt for you to offer this.

“I know, but what would lunch be without my lunch friend? If I’m switching jobs you might as well come with me, you know? I can give my friend a call tonight. You’re a good and dedicated worker and I’m sure he won’t say no.”

“Really?” you felt your tears and emotions subside for a moment and make way for a little excitement and relief.

“Of course.” he gave a little chuckle as he looked down at the pavement of the parking lot “You did tolerate being friends with the office nerd for the past few years, it’s the least I could do.” 

“I never once thought you were a nerd Kook, they were all just dicks.” you smiled at his smile from your honesty.

“Hey, uh, listen…” he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose once again and ran a hand through his hair. “If you’re not doing anything tonight maybe… would- would you want to- go out for dinner? You know? As a celebration dinner for not- not having to put up with that dictator anymore.” he thumbed towards the building behind him “Y-you don’t have to, it’s-”

The more he went on the more he seemed to stutter and that let you know he was nervous.

“Yeah actually, let’s do that. You still have my number, right?”

He gave you a wide smile as he nodded.

“Is eight okay? You want to pick me up?” you asked as you shoved the box haphazardly into your back seat. 

“Y-yeah, okay. I’ll text you,” he assured you.

You opened the driver’s side door but paused a moment before taking the few steps back over to him and planting a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks for making all of this a lot better Kook.” 

You didn’t need to turn back around and see his face to know he wore such a cute flustered look, you had seen it before when casually flirting with him, you had always adored it, as a matter of fact, you more than adored it. He was always so shy and quiet and to be honest that was your thing, you often found yourself daydreaming about what he’d be like in bed. Would he let you take control over him? Would he switch into someone more aggressive? Tonight you were determined to find out, you had a bad enough day and decided that the dick of the gentlemanly coworker you had been thirsting after for years might make it all so much better.

He picked you up right at eight, still in his crisp white work shirt and black slacks, freshly off work. His car had the same smell like him. He made small talk the entire drive but you found yourself staring at your knight in shining armor. You liked how the lights from the street poured into the dark car occasionally and lit his smooth skin and glittered off those glasses that seemed too big for his face. You itched to touch him, you felt like you were wasting time already, you decided to test the waters, so when he was mid-sentence you placed a hand just above his knee. He paused a moment and you knew if he was about to reject you or if he asked you to move your hand, you would and simply just have a normal friend dinner with him then you would gladly do that instead, you did like spending time with him after all and you knew he wasn’t the kind of person to hold something like a little crush against you forever.

He didn’t stop you though, he didn’t move your hand, he just ignored it and continued about how he knew the guy who would hopefully soon be your new boss and how cool he was.

You honestly didn’t know where to go from there, dinner was casual, it was sweet, he took you to a nice steak house and paid, saying that you were “currently jobless” in a joking way. You had had so many lunches with him in the break room, you had eaten together before, but this time it felt so different. He seemed to stare more, stutter more, push up his glasses more and that was a sure sign of nervousness. You tried to join in on the conversation and not seem too boring in hopes he would want to do this again with you one day, but you honestly couldn’t get the thought of completely dominating him out of your head. 

You didn’t make another move though, you were too worried he was just too shy or afraid to tell you not to. On your way home, just as you were figuring you were probably better off as friends any way he asked a strange question. 

“Can we pull over and talk? I-I’d like to talk a little if that’s- that’s  alright?” 

“Of course, I’m in no rush to get home.” you replied knowing that this was it, he was about to give you the “we’re only friends” talk.

He said nothing else until he parked in a back empty parking lot of a store that had closed down months ago. Then he turned the car off, and simply just sat there a moment. 

You wondered if you should ask what he wanted to talk about or start apologizing for your inappropriate behavior on the way to dinner when he finally turned to you, not making eye contact.

“I-I-I…” he stopped a moment and sighed, seeming a little aggravated at his stuttering “I wish I didn’t do that.” he then muttered. “I have something to tell you.”

“Okay.” you urged listening closely.

“I’m bad at this whole thing.” he gave a short sad laugh, more like a short breath than anything “I’m a virgin… is why.” he stared out the windshield as he spoke, seeming regretful once he did it.

“Hm,” you said and gave a little shrug and that’s when he looked at you again, inspecting your nonchalant reaction.

“You probably guessed that, right?” he let his forehead fall on the steering wheel and closed his eyes “why am I so dumb and obvious?” he seemed to ask himself.

“I guessed that you liked it rough in bed, like a lady in the streets but a freak in the bed, you know?” 

He lifted his head and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“First of all, did you just quote an Usher song after I told you I was a virgin? Secondly, I am not whatever you thought I was.” his laugh was more of an amused one this time.

“I did. I did quote Usher. What do you say we find out though how you are in bed, right here, right now? I mean I’m not a virgin, but I’m a car sex virgin so it would be like we’re taking each other’s virginities.” you joked.

His eyes nearly went as wide as his mouth had fallen.

“N-n-now? Here? In my car?”

“Sure” you shrugged “Unless you’re opposed to it.” you shrugged once again.

His reply was a rapid shake of his head.

“Good,” you replied as you made your way over the center console that separated the both of you until your knees sat on both sides of his lap, straddling it. 

You now face to face and he looked you in the eye but seemed so speechless. You didn’t need to hear him stutter to know that he was nervous, his quick breaths were the only noise in the quiet car.

You connected your lips to his and the result was a slow but passionate kiss, no tongue, nothing too fancy. 

When you pulled your head back away from him you decided to ask to make sure this was what he wanted.

“Are you sure you want this?” You didn’t have to wait long for your whispered question to be answered.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this. Turns out you- you weren’t the- the only one who has imagined what the other would be like in bed.” you watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed down his nervous stuttering “do what you want, how you want it. S-show me what you like”

With his confirmation you reached down to the side of his seat, letting it fall back until he was lying horizontally.

“Let’s have some fun then Kook.” you leaned down over him hiking up your best dress so that your thighs were freer and your purposefully worn sexiest panties were exposed and could grind against his dress pants and hardening bulge in them.

When your lips met with his they were more hungry and less gentle than the first time. Your tongue found his and encouraged it to play with yours.

He seemed less and less nervous as time went by, even placing his hands on your ass and squeezing in rhythm with your still clothed but damp core grinding into his erection under his dress pants. You undoubtedly needed more though, you craved to fluster him more, you wanted him to feel what he was doing to you, how he was absolutely wrecking you without doing anything at all.

“Touch me.” you pried your lips from his to demand.

“I-I- I’ve done that part before but I-I-” you lifted his hand and guided it to tour soaked panties and he began to touch you through the material, letting his fighters over where your clit lie underneath the sticky material.

“So good, you’re doing so good.” you moaned just desperate for his touch to the point where you would take anything from him. He sucked in a breath at your praise. 

“Like that? What if I…” he slipped his hand down the front of your panties, pulling them down just enough to reach inside and once again run his fingers over your slit, but this time with nothing separating you from his touch.

“Do you feel how wet I am for you? I want you so badly.” you took hold of his wrist and guided his fingers until they were inside of you.

“Fuck.” he breathed a shaky breath. “So tight.” 

You bounced a little on his two fingers taking them inside of you.

“Tell me that you dreamed of me taking your cock.” you moaned as you imagined it yourself.

“I have. I have for so long. Please fuck me.” he seemed so desperate and a tingle ran through you at how much you enjoyed the sound of him being so needy for you.

“Beg me Kookie. Beg me to be the first to take your cock, show me how much you want me.” 

“Please please please, please. Be my first, I want it, I want you,” he whispered sweetly and still breathlessly.

“Pull down your pants.” You ordered. his fingers left your pussy you couldn’t help but see the slick sheen of them as he fumbled with his pants. You leaned over into your seat and took the condom in your bag out that you had put there in hopes this all went well.

You opened the wrapper and rolled the latex down over his now exposed cock he had been slightly stroking. You were impressed with his size, he was hiding something pretty big in those dress pants all those years, maybe if you would have known all of this you would have offered to fuck him sooner, but you tried not to dwell on all of that, you just wanted to feel his cock fill you. 

Your hips hovered over him, ready to take him at any second. 

“Wait, we’re in p-public we could get in-”

“Trouble? You want to back out of this now?” you questioned with a raise of an eyebrow.

“No, no, no. I’m doing this.” he was determined, he reached for his glasses to take them off, but you stopped him.

“Leave them, I want you to see my face clearly when I cum for you, on your cock buried inside of me.” with that you lowered yourself down onto him. You didn’t take it too slowly when you finally had him entirely inside of you, you began to rock your hips right away, leaving him moaning and gripping your hips tightly with every movement. 

It was bliss to finally have him in you, to be wrecking him underneath you like this, to hear him cursing with sensitivity under his hard, quick breaths.

You were leaning in so far forward to sporadically kiss him and bite at his lips roughly, that your clit rubbed against his pubic bone with every movement. 

“You like that Jungkook? You like the way you feel inside of this pussy?” You teased.

“Fuck.” he repeated among groans of pleasure with his eyes shut. “What-what id I accidentally-”

“It’s alright, it’s your first time, but try to hang in there and let me play with you just a little longer.” you coached, but you were already riding him so fast, just seconds from your orgasm, you were so out of breath and all you wanted was to let him feel you cum around him. You wanted to ruin him for life, and from the fucked out expression on his face you seemed to be doing your job. 

The nerdy guy from work was balls deep inside of you and you could feel his cock twitching and hard, ready to release any second and finally give you what you had been daydreaming of for so many years. 

His normally neat hair was a mess and his glasses were askew as his fingers dug further into your skin.

“Kook I’m so close.” you panted as you forced your hips to move faster. His jaw was viably clenched as he viably also struggled to hang on. 

He slammed his hips up into you in time and that was what did it.

You gripped his white dress shirt and he let out a long moan. His cock twitching as you felt him release into the condom dragged out your high. You could only watch his furrowed brows as he seemed to hold your hips in place as he came.

Then you were left staring at each other, heavy breathed and not saying anything for a moment

“Y-you know, even if I wasn’t a virgin, that would have p-probably sill been the best sex of my life.” 

You let out a laugh as you climbed off of him and back into your seat, pulling down your dress as you did so.

“Yeah, I have to admit you weren’t too bad, especially for someone who’s never done that before. You have drive and dedication… I guess I should’ve seen that coming since you show that in your job.” you talked through him pulling off the condom, wrapping it in a napkin, and tossing it.

“At least you think so, I was fired today too. Jokes on him though, we both have new jobs now anyway.” he smiled and you let your surprise show on your face “I told you earlier but you didn’t seem to be listening, now I know where your mind was.” he said, making you laugh.

“And that’s where my mind will be from now on, we should do this more since we’re still coworkers, our little secret, yeah?” 

“As if I’d say no to the best sex of my life again.” he started the car and pushed his glasses back up.

“Still the only sex of your life, but I’m kind of glad it’s the only so you think it’s the best.” you snorted with laughter at your own statement.

“Like I said, even if it wasn’t my only and there were so many more before you, I swear it would still be the best.” he gave you a smile. you knew it was cheesy but it was still cute.