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The Tragedy of being Second Best - Steve Randle
I think @alittlebitofloveliness brought this up back in September but I want to say something else on it. (Thanks for bringing it up by the way!) Personally, Steve Randle is a hard character for me to write because of how similar I feel to him. Like Steve, I have spent a lot of my life bitter and angry, feeling inadequate and second best. This fic was kind of hard for me to write and half of it might just be me projecting but I wanted to write something about Steve Randle and everything that he represents. Enjoy đđ
Steve has always had a hard time with keeping his temper.
This isn't news to anyone. He was pretty sure he had come out of the womb spitting curses and ready to punch his way through life.Â
It didnât help that his father hated him. The bruises and bloodied lips he's had since four years old have proven that. His dad is a drunk who beats on him, so Steve learned from a young age how to stay gone. Steve was never is fathers first choice, he isn't even his second choice. Depending on the day, his dad would probably trade him for a six-pack.
Steve was nobody's first choice. It was just one more thing to be angry about.Â
His mother was a pretty woman. He knew because of the way people used to talk about her. The way people still talk about her.Â
Though, looking back, he never had any pretty memories of her. She left when he was in kindergarten. His dad told him it was his fault and of course Steve believed him. He can still remember flashes of nasty conversation exchanged with her. Why are you so angry? Nobody is this angry and bitter at six years old. If he thinks about her words for too long it makes him want to throw something. His dad said she left for California, she wanted to find the beach or something like that. Steve figured that she chose a state over her own son. Steve was nobody's first choice.
Every time he thinks about either of them, his veins fill with fire and his chest constricts.Â
Then there's Soda. He can still remember the day that they met. Steve with his black eye and scuffed shoes and Soda with his hand-me-down backpack and earth-shattering smile. How quickly they became friends and how quickly everything changed. He was welcome at the Curtis home and more than that they actually wanted him around. Soda always invited him over and seemed to want to be around him at school. Despite what his parents said.
He was glad to have Sodapop around too. Nothing about Soda can make him angry. Irritated? Of course, but never downright angry. Not like everything else in the world.Â
The two of them never could be still for long. They were always getting up to something. Like the time they hid all the chalk out in the school yard so they wouldn't have to do math that afternoon or the time they put a thumb tack on the substitute teacher's chair so she would leave.
They were always moving; moving in tandem, so fast and so hard that the picture was blurring at all the edges.
More than anything, Soda seemed to be the only one around who was not only able to tolerate his biting tongue, but actually liked it. Because what did Steve have if not his biting tongue, fighting fists, and fire in his veins? He had grown up with nothing but those to protect him. Even his mother had seen it.Â
When they got older, things got more complicated. Soda was still Steve's best friend in the whole world. He was charismatic, outgoing, understanding, beautiful, and funny. Steve knew this but as they got older, everyone else seemed to realize this too. Steve felt that familiar anger and jealousy creep in. The same one his mom had pointed out so early. The same one that had led Steve to beg for his fathers attention as he drank himself half to death. Steve had always needed some sort of attention, now it was just Soda's instead of his father.
So when those others started to notice how great Soda was, he started competing against them.Â
Every time they would get talking to someone at a party or a drag race or even school, people would never come over to talk to Steve. They came to talk to Soda. His beautiful shining best friend who is everyone's first choice. And once again Steve was left drowning as he realized yet again that he was nobody's first choice.
The worst part was that all of it made sense. Why would people not want to talk to Soda? Why would they not look through Steve? As if he wasn't there? Instead focusing on the charismatic golden teenager with the biggest heart in all of Tulsa. And why would they not?
Instead of saying anything or god forbid, bringing it up to Soda, he got angry. Packing it in like a suitcase with too many clothes. And because of that tightly packed anger came guilt, because Steve shouldn't feel angry about people wanting to be around Soda. Especially when he wanted to be around Soda.Â
Steve is reduced to the second best, and he deserves it. All these feelings mixing into a nasty cocktail of bitterness. Wasn't that what his mother always told him he did best? Was he still his momma's bitter little boy? So he turned bitter and stopped pulling his punches. Instead, throwing himself into the things he was good at, like fixing cars and fighting soc's and all the other things that aren't worth anything to be good at.
Two weeks after he turned sixteen, he got a job at a DX gas station. It felt good to get that job. The manager liked how much he knew about cars and was impressed with how good Steve seemed to be able to fix them. He was constantly busy and could always do something with his hands. He was so distracted that he hardly had time to think. To think about his shitty father beating him at home or how Soda was so much better at everything than him or how his mother was right about him or how he was nobodyâs first choice at all.Â
He liked working there but he especially liked that it got him out of the house and got him money. It was one good thing that he had.Â
Then everything turned bitter. He did it to himself really. For the three months till Soda turned sixteen, he talked about wanting to work at the DX with Steve. His parents wouldnât let him until he turned sixteen. Steve encouraged this, half of him thinking it would be fun and the other half thinking about how he would be second best at something yet again. The guilt ate at him, but still he kept encouraging.Â
True to both of their words, Soda got the job and things changed once again. What was it that Ponyboy had said before? People were drawn to Soda like flies to honey? Something like that. Steve never said made a point to have a conversation with the kid anyway. He was always annoyed with his lack of focus and his constant hero worship of Sodapop. Though to be fair, he was annoyed with everyoneâs hero worship of Soda.Â
How will this endless cycle of bitterness and anger end?
The short answer? It probably wouldnât. Steve would probably always bear those hungry flying fists and spiteful tongue like a cross. Like a weight, draped unflatteringly across the scars in his face. He had always been a fighter. Hurting other people was often the only outlet he had.Â
âSteve..!â The voice sounds far away. âSteve..! You have to stopâŚâ Suddenly he is being shoved down. âSteve..!â The world is exploding in angry red, his muscles are tense and he turns again, ready to fight. The voice sounds so loud and Sodapop is right in his face. âSteve, what the hell happened?â
âSoda we gotta go man. Get him up and let's go.â Thatâs Two-Bit. Suddenly Steve looks down. There is a guy laying on the ground covered in blood. He looks half dead with the way someone beat him up. Steveâs knuckles are busted open and bleeding but they donât sting like usual. He canât feel anything and his head is still far away. Soda shakes him a little and they hit the ground running.Â
They duck inside a greaser joint and head for the bathroom. Soda turns to him, looking sick. Two-Bit starts washing the blood off of his face. But Steve is still angry and ready to fight. His body is tense, like a spring thatâs been wound too tight. His fists are pulsating and heâs angry. Itâs the only conscious thought his brain can come up with. Heâs angry.
âSteveâŚâ Soda is at a loss for words and Steve doesnât know why. The only thing he can feel is anger. Got red anger as a scream threatens to tear through his throat. His hands want to keep hitting.Â
âWhat Sodaâs trying to say is you beat the guy half to death Stevie. I donât even know if he was breathing when we left.âÂ
âShitâŚâ Itâs all Steve can say.Â
It wasnât the last time it would happen either. Sometimes he could control it, but sometimes he didn't even realize what he was doing. Steve would beat the guy half to death before Soda or Two-Bit or even Dallas would pull him off. It was like a red haze would go over his eyes and he would operate on auto-pilot. Letting anger take control as a form of self protection.Â
It had worked when he was a child and his father would beat him. He wasnât sure if it was working now, but it was all he had.Â
So he bore those hungry flying fists and spiteful tongue⌠not like a cross but like an anchor. He would be strong where Soda couldnât. He would protect this kids when Johnny and Ace couldnât protect themselves.Â
So he would try to fight, but not so uselessly like he had done all his life. Now, he would fight with passion and purpose. He knew heâd spend the rest of his life fighting; the only difference now was that he would fight for something. Fight for his gang and his sister and Sodapop and all those little greasers who were too young to fight for themselves. He would never stop fighting but he would start fighting for something good. Maybe his mother was right about him being angry, but she wasnât right about why.Â
Steve wasnât angry for no reason. It was an important distinction.Â
Steve was angry because of his situation and the shit heâd seen in his life, the shit heâd let his sister go through. He was angry because of his abusive father and the way heâd always been second best.Â
But most of all, Steve was angry because they deserved more. Jonny deserved to not be so scared all the time and Ace deserved to have a childhood filled with love and Soda deserved a girlfriend that wouldnât break his heart and Darry deserved to go to college and Dallas deserved to have family and Two-Bit deserved not to drink to escape and Ponyboy deserved his parents alive. They all deserved so much more.
And Steve was angry about all of it. Greasers were used to having nothing and Steve was no exception. Heâd grown up fighting with nothing and nobody on his side. His anger was his only constant companion. Keeping him warm at night when his mother left and protecting Ace from whatever violence took place that day. The same hot anger that has burned holes through every memory he has. Â
Steve had his anger⌠as well as his flying fists and snarky comments.Â
So from that anger, Steve would fight. For his friends and his family and for a chance. Because though he may think heâs second best at everything, there is one thing heâs the best at. Steve Randle always gets up and fights for what he believes in.Â
#hope I used the semicolon right btw#the outsiders#the outsiders musical#steve randle#ace the outsiders#tilly evans krueger#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#ponyboy curtis#two bit mathews#dallas winston#johnny cade#the outsiders on broadway#tom cruise#renni anthony magee#steve randle they could never make me hate you#steve randle and his anger
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Ecto-Implosion 2024
Credit to @chaseacer-ghostedition for their amazing art.Fic below
The table broke the silence with a loud complaint. With heavy groans, the table cracked in two, and the collapsed ghostling began melting on top of the broken heap; a smashed table and its splattered breakfast. Dripping flesh, spilling like tipped soup, oozed and mixed with the food, making a runny mash and green milky mess stick and stain the mansionâs expensive carpet. Â
Dan leapt back to get out of the splash zone as the ghostling struggled to get up in a puddle of their own ecto, the smushed food, and broken crockery. Feeling a little homicidal about the ruined meal, Dan fired up an ecto-blast - no need to go ghost to finish off a ghost that can barely keep itself together. Dan fully aimed to turn the intruder into a burnt smear.
âNo, Stop!â
Vlad shouts as he forcibly moves in-between them to block Dan. Dan rears back in sheer surprise. His ecto-blast fizzles out and a pair of red eyes stare at Vlad in wide disbelief. Dan's utterly bewildered at Vlad's vehemence in stopping him. Dan felt his lips twist into snarl. His chest ached with defensive hurt at the implied reproval and rejection in Vladâs actions of Danâs actions. This hurt surged when Vlad, without further word or explanation, dismisses Dan and turns his back on him in favour of giving his attention to the ghostling instead. The ghost that had so rudely and messily intruded breakfast.Â
Dan watched Vlad get on his knees and, whilst skirting the disgusting mess the ghostling had made, Vlad softly approached the intruder. But the moment Vlad opened his mouth to say something, he got punched in the face.Â
âI know I deserve that. But -â Vlad gets scratched on the other cheek. The man takes a deep breath. âIâ and Vlad catches the third blow in his hands - that final blow had been the weakest of the three. Dan sneers at the feral behaviour.Â
âThe fuck? Is it rabid?â Dan calls out derisively.Â
âLanguage,â Vlad reprimands Dan.
âWho the fuck are you calling an it?!â The ghostling snarls, wriggling and wrenching their hand free from Vlad's grasp before unsteadily pulling itself onto its feet. Vlad easily lets the ghostling go, with no reprimand for its language Dan sulkily notes. And still Vlad, now standing, continues to give it his full attention.Â
âEnough. I understand that I very much deserve your wrath, but I'd rather you not waste your energy when you're so clearly not well. Let me help you,â Vlad patiently offers. Dan crossed his arms and huffed, as he rolled his eyes. Dan could not see why, after being so violently rebuffed, Vlad even still bothered.
âOver my fully dead melted body will I accept your help Vlad,â the feral ghostling snarled, âI'm going to Danny.â
âExcuse me?!â Dan pulls a face, âare you talking to me?â
The ghostling pulls her attention away from Vlad and for the first time, it properly sees Dan face to face. At first their expression (what of their face that isnât gooey and dripping) is one of shock. Then it morphs into outrage, flickers with disgust, as it settles into a sneer. The ghostling sends Vlad a venomous look.
âI see that you've finally got the son you've always wanted,â Danielâs failed clone snarled up at him. Â
Taking a deep breath, lashing out in anger would be the wrong thing to do, Vlad then chose to speak to the failed clone in a conciliatory tone.Â
âOk I know what it looks like but it's not what it looks like,â he tries to placate. Itâs unsuccessful. The failure shoots Vlad a deadpan look. Vlad barely manages to suppress a flinch.
âSo heâs not a clone of Danny?âÂ
Vlad grimaces at the pointed and justified accusation. From behind, Dante belligerently interjects.
âNo Iâm not. Now who the fuck are you?â he vulgarly asked. Vlad deeply sighs. âTruly this is karmaâ, he thinks to himself.
âThis is my daughter, Danielle.â The words lie heavy on his tongue as the meaning of what he just said slowly settles in his mind. The implications and the responsibility he had so easily forgotten and discarded smacks him full force in his face. This disaster of a clone was his daughter! And she was desperately hurt.
âI beg your fucking pardon,â Dante shouts at Vlad before turning to glare Danielle. He looks at her with extreme distaste.
Danielle meets Danteâs glare with a sharp sardonic smile, her lips ready to unleash barbed words in retaliation.Â
Vlad quickly looks back and forth between his two children. He feels a rising panic at his loss of control of the situation and a sinking sense of alarm at their burgeoning hostility.Â
âOh no, did you think you were an only child?â Danielle asks with saccharine sweet venom. Her eyes glint with malice. âNah Vladâs made lots of us clones.â She cocks her head and faux-lightly asks, âI wonder how many failures lie between me and you?âÂ
Her words were initially directed at his son to hurt him, but Dani then switched targets. She aims her rage onto Vlad and stares him down. Vlad is bereft of speech, guilt and shame had seized his tongue. From behind, Vlad hears Dante sputter back an answer.Â
âNo, I mean yes, I mean shut up.â Rage and confusion has clearly deadened his sonâs usual eloquence.
Dante moves out from behind Vlad and into his line of sight. He excludes Dani by pointedly turning his back on her, thus also entirely blocking Vladâs view of Danielle. Dante locks in full direct eye contact with Vlad. Â
âYou have a daughter ?! Is that thing,â Dante blindly points, âsupposed to be my sister?!â he whines with teenage entitlement. Blasely lounging on the floor behind Dante in a gooey puddle of her own ectoplasm, Danielle interrupts.Â
âDonât worry, Vladâs not my father,â she reassures Dante in a relaxed tone between attempts to mop and squeegee her melting body back together. âI disowned him the day he left me to die because I wasnât Dannyâs perfect clone son,â she seethes.
Dante silently waits for Vlad to give his side of the story.
âDo I have a daughter? In a manner of speaking, yes.â Vlad tentatively admits. âAfter all, I am responsible for her creation. But as you can see our familial ties have been severed. That being said,â Vlad moves forward so that speak to his daughter over Danteâs shoulder, âDanielle please, will you let me help you? You are quite literally dissolving before my eyes.â
Danielle loudly scoffed, âYou never cared before.â
âAnd I apologise for that. My previous behaviour, especially towards you, has been shameful.â
Danielle freezes and looks up at Vlad, truly gobsmacked.Â
âWho even are you?â Danielle gasps. âAre you a clone?â
Vlad flinches. âNo Iâm not a clone,â he denies. He finds himself surprisingly hurt by her derisive disbelief. But it was understandable. Danielle, was the child that he had for a time raised like a daughter, and he had betrayed her. For the single act of not being a perfect copy of Daniel, he had not even wanted to save her. Why would she believe that he cared about her physical distress now when he had so callously proven that he had ânever cared beforeâ? Why wouldnât she logically deduce that such an offer couldnât possibly come from him? Now Danielle was staring up at him with utter revulsion.Â
From the floor Dani stared up at Vlad, who had just apologised and then denied being a clone, and wished she was anywhere but here, doing anything but this. She wished at least she had Danny there with her whilst she was dissolving into a puddle of goo. Danny, even if he didnât have any Ecto-Dejecto on him, would at least be more helpful and reassuring, than Vlad and his awful, moody, perfect clone son.
It had all gone so wrong, so quickly. One minute she was fine, the next she realised she was feeling really faint. By the time she realised it was because she was destabilising again it was already a race against time and she was losing. Badly. Being in a whole different state, flying took energy she couldnât afford to lose but, if she was somehow going to make it to Danny, not flying would take time she couldnât afford to waste. It had been exhausting. Both mentally and physically taxing to balance out her limited time of existence against her remaining distance and stamina. But she had almost made it. She had made it to Amity Park. All she had left to do was to find Danny. Or at least one of his friends, or even Valerie, or Dannyâs sister Jazz. They hadnât met before but she was still an option, a better option. But no. Instead when her powers guttered, and glitched, and she was free-falling to Earth, unable to restart her powers and go ghost, it was Vladâs fucking mansion she fell through the roof of. This was a nightmare. She needed to leave. But her powers were out of reach, and her body was struggling to remain solid.Â
Meanwhile that manipulative, heartless, piece of shit was pretending that he wanted to help her. As if she couldnât see Dannyâs shitty perfect clone standing angrily right there in front of her. Therefore Vlad was, evidently , still on his bullshit. So no, she wasnât going to believe his nice words and promises, never again. She wasnât going to be tricked, or used, or manipulated to somehow hurt Danny. Even if Vlad finally got his perfect clone son, there was no way he was done being a total bastard.        Â
âI only wish to redeem myself,â Vlad lies. He looks so apologetic and honest and genuine. Dani wants to scream in his face. It couldnât be real . This was all lies. Vlad was just, once again , lying and trying to trick and manipulate her. Just like he had done to her, just like he had done to Valerie.Â
Dani flings herself forward, heat seething beneath her skin, as she fires up an ecto-blast. Her fist is raised but before can she fires a shot, goo squelches between her clenched fingers.
Like a deflated balloon, Dani lets her anger go - her anger is causing her to destabilise faster. Defeated by her own body, Dani miserably watches her arm turns to liquid. She calmly pats her flesh back into shape like itâs soft clay. When she is done sheâs surprised to find Vlad staring silently at her with a concerned and worried look on his face.
She asks squint-eyed, âAre you Ok? Are you like possessed? Have you been brainwashed, or like are you under magical influence or?â
âI'm sincere.â
âSounds fake.â
âWhy?!âÂ
Dani drags her judgemental gaze over to look side-long at the other clone in the room. She silently lets that make her argument for her. Vlad had the good grace to at least look sheepish. Â
Dani looks Sad Vlad up and down. She internally groans at what she is considering doing. She looks Sad Vlad up and down again. Dani gustily sighs.
âOk Vlad, if this isn't a trick AND you're not brainwashed AND you do want to help me then take me to Dannyâ demanded Dani. Vlad agrees suspiciously quickly. âI'm also going to need a bucket,â Dani orders. From her shoulder, a blob of flesh drips and stains Vladâs expensive carpet.
Dannyâs shitty perfect clone pulls a face, âEw.â
The End
#danny phantom#vlad plasmius#danielle phantom#dani phantom#ellie phantom#Dan Phantom#cw: body horror#Post-Graphic Novel: A Glitch in Time (Danny Phantom)#Danielle is going through it#Dan Phantom is Angry#Vlad Masters Being Less of an Asshole#barely#Parental Vlad Masters#Vlad & Dan Phantom Redemption#the beginnings of anyway#Older Sibling Dan Phantom#Not that he's happy about it#ectoimplosion2024
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THE FINAL CHAPTER (HOPEFULLY)
nwhealth.edu article
CDC Clinical Practice Guidelines quote:
"Noninvasive Nonpharmacologic Approaches to Subacute and Chronic Pain....Other noninvasive nonpharmacologic therapies that improve pain, function, or both for at least 1 month after delivery without apparent risk for serious harm include cognitive behavioral therapy for knee osteoarthritis; manual therapies for hip osteoarthritis; psychological therapy, spinal manipulation, low-level laser therapy, massage.... (9)."
More evidence for you, @iwantapenguin.
To be honest, I'm keeping this short because the discussion has long since devolved from civility into denial of basic, scientific fact; and the effort to keep it going has become less rewarding than my other pending projects. Don't get me wrong: if I see something particularly egregious, I'll speak up; but my time is better devoted elsewhere.
I re-addressed your specific points in the "Read More" section.
The Inconsistency of Your Facts, Other Failed Predictions, and 'Indirect Aggression' Statements
Your facts against Monique Pendleberry, as you present them, rest on shadows that either disprove your own timeline or have since faded away in the disinfecting light of public acknowledgement.
Your Blind Item proof states he and Monique met only two weeks prior (early May 2015); and an anon further disproved your still standing 19-year-old theory back in 2019 by looking up her LinkedIn and finding out she began working at SLO in 2013 after turning 20.) Further, one of your mutuals claims she saw Monique first liked a post by Brad in 2014-- though I've seen no proof of this, personally. Your NDA claim stems from an anon on a since deleted, as far as I'm aware, blog (and which you acknowledge had imperfect information-- "might have been guessing but..."); and your claim she called the paparazzi on David in Vancouver (December 2017) to be "publicly recognized" is two months too late, as the press had already put out a story about his 33 year younger girlfriend, quotes from her uncle and the source included, with pics from June 2017 of she, he, and his friends outside waiting on a table. Your claims towards Monique's sneaky videos and apartment shots fall apart when in context with what David has already shared of his apartment, locations, movements, and even "naked" ice bath picture (2019)-- not to mention David's little collection of pics others took of him while he wasn't aware (or even conscious, according to the many nap pics he reposts; and according to the pic Jack Whitehall just uploaded today.) Moreover, he already told Gillian her recording and posting without his knowledge didn't bother him ("I am okay [with it]-- I just never think to do it.") Monique being caught on camera groping David-- without either of their consent, I'm pretty sure-- falls in line with him publicly groping Tea in the past; and he didn't seem at all bothered at MP's antics once he realized she wasn't trying to poke or tickle his stomach (grinning a little smugly when she finished her routine at his junk instead.) You say Monique let KR use her as one of his "Angels", gravitating perverts to his business; and you also call David a pervert that you wouldn't trust around teenagers (assuming he met MP at 19 instead of the provable one-month-away-from 22, and also implying he is purposefully dating someone closer in age to-- and once wearing the same shade of nail polish as-- his daughter.) Yet, the victim of KR who knew Monique appreciated the love "Mo" gave in the comments and reciprocated her support when Monique shared a similar sentiment on her own Insta. You disregard David's lifelong friendships by claiming he needs them to back up or support the lies he tells himself. You claimed he wanted to hide MP away like a dirty secret in 2018, then claimed he was pushing her onto fans so they'll accept her (after assuming he wanted to soft launch her music career) in 2019, and now claim he waited until his mother died before publicly acknowledging Monique eight days ago, 2024: those narratives don't align with each other, let alone with David's other public and promiscuous actions while his mother was very alive and very aware (foul language, soft core porn movies/tv, explicit sexual talk, "I am as tall as a whale's penis", etc.) You claim Monique photoshops her Insta pics despite only one of them using a very obvious filter (for blurring, not photoshopping); and when an anon called you on it, you deflected hardcore. You deny the possibility of David's team prearranging pap strolls to Erewhon Market, even after the latter blew up during COVID as the go-to for celebrity publicists and paparazzi teams.** You gave credence to a rumor stating David had sex with teenagers in his trailer before an falsified 1995 rehab claim (both of which are unsubstantiated.)
Your predictions about Monique's effect on David's relationships crumble under the weight of evidence: commenting that West didn't follow Monique because there was friction between them-- which might have been true; but, again, no proof-- while also acknowledging Piper stopped following GA while remaining close-- and walking back your former statement, slightly; implying that West is distancing herself from her father only to be proven incorrect by her Father's Day post the next day; commenting that Tea must hate his relationship with Monique because she wants to strangle him at times despite the full context ("On occasion, I want to throttle him,â she said of her former hubby. "But in any real relationship with someone you love, thatâs true") and her previous statement fresh from divorce ("He's a good guy"); assuming Gillian wanted to keep distant from his mistakes when she's had nothing but praise to say of him since the Revival, even after Monique joined (you even discredit the hug she gave Monique after the All About Eve performance as "perfunctory"); and assuming that David's kids kept their distance or were forced to put up with Monique to be around him, even now despite public evidence to the contrary (all shown in this post.)
Your other previous predictions also fall apart: You shared information from a "source" about David and Gillian making out at a party without proof; you stated that Monique's attention-seeking and boredom would cost his (their) reputation; when an anon challenged a previous claim that Bucky Dent wouldn't be picked up, you stated that it isn't good business to back "sexual abusers and creeps anymore"; and you believed the claim that Monique was soft launching her music career, stating "Everything surrounding David is bizarre, so itâs hard to parse whatâs real and fake now." There are many more examples, but I'm keeping this post succinct.
Your preferred method of attack is indirect aggression. I pasted previously quoted scientific articles in the "Read More" section below, if you care to peruse it again. In short: "... this form of aggression maximizes the harm inflicted on the victim while minimizing the personal danger involved. The risk to the perpetrator is lower because he/she often remains anonymous, thereby avoiding a counterattack. As well, indirect aggression harms others in such a socially skilled manner that the aggressor can also make it appear as if there was âno intention to hurt at all" and "Indirect aggression is circuitous in nature and entails actions such as getting others to dislike a person, excluding peers from the group, giving someone the âsilent treatmentâ, purposefully divulging secrets to others, and the use of derisive body and facial gestures to make another feel self-conscious."
Some of your many indirect aggression statements:
-"How do you know they [his kids] are ok [with DD and MP]? Why do you care if Iâm not?"
-"I wasnât a teenager yet and I recognized that TĂŠa was repeating the b******** David told her in a lot of her interviews after they got married. Gillian wouldnât give up her career to follow him around and she wonât blow smoke up his a**"
-"She [MP] may not be the brightest but she is a genius in manipulation"
-"There it is, always saving it up for the birthday. His hand looks like daughter and her hand looks like Daddy. đ¤"
-"She [MP] is so fake and gross; when is David going to realize this?"
-"When has she ever been stunning honestly? ...Average, a little masculine, thin and no sagging. The face doesnât matter to men like David, nor intellect"
-"[MP] Instagram vs. reality folks. Donât let anyone fool you"
-"He [DD] feels like hot s*** being able to pull a younginâ but he also doesnât want to look at a less than perfect woman either probably."
-"He needs to be canceled for good. A 59 year old man with a 26 year old woman is going to look and sound ridiculous. A perverted daddy and daughter duet. đ¤Ž"
Conclusion
In short: I think your perception is based on a very faulty, incomplete foundation. You mix puzzle pieces of truth with personal bias and assumption. We agree on the same evidence but disagree on your interpretations or "read" of others' motives or intent. The difference is, no one from Monique's past or present have come forward as a character witness against her. All we have "against" her is a past association she and David cut ties with, a victim of said past association appreciating her support, and sundry online blunders that not even David's professional team are immune from.
It is what it is.
Readdressing Old Points
You and I can civilly disagree on David and Monique's motives, their dating timeline, and the nature of their relationship; but you can't deny that chiropractic medicine is okayed by the broad scope of Western medicine, has studies proving its efficacy, and is nowhere near the chi and reflexology which you disapprove of and which have no scientific backing. I've already quoted studies and articles from the CDC, NCCIH/nih.gov, PubMed, WebMD, Mayo Clinic, healthline, and others, so won't reiterate here. Your examples are fringe cases that either stem from malpractice or from practitioners seeing their patients as cash instead of clients. Further, you now deny an aspect of Western medicine because "People will always have an interest in protecting any industry, no matter how harmful, if it makes them a lot of money": you can't hold the position that chiropractic and other forms of alternative medicine are unsubstantiated and also hold that substantiated science is corrupted because of money. I've pointed to studies over lengthy periods of time from accredited sites, you've pointed to fringe cases.
That denial has also spread to undeniable facts, evidence, and proof about West and Monique's new relationship during the events of June 2023 and her recent birthday 2024, that Monique still posts about Brick despite having a new puppy, and that David has been inviting Monique on-stage, flashing his tongue at her, or waving to her while being passed around during his performances. Whatever might have been going on no longer is; and since we only have proof now of what her dynamic with him, his kids, and her followers are, the rest-- yours and mine-- are still assumptions.
Showing Monique and KR together isn't the gotcha you think it is while his victim's friendship with her still stands. Not to mention the implication that people in close proximity with predators are guilty, too, even if they had nothing to do with (and no provable knowledge of) their crimes....
And yes, I do think you're angry. You wouldn't be jumping through hoops to deny West's and Monique's friendship, responding to my assumptions and explanations with "JFC. He did not know she was filming him doing the dishes from the caboose", or claiming the photos and videos Monique uploaded must have been sneaked without David's knowledge-- without proof-- if you weren't.
Indirect Aggression
Indirect aggression explanation and studies (initial post here):
Indirect aggression is a form of aggression that hides behind "my opinion" or "my two cents" to bully others without receiving backlash. While it can be used in sexually competitive environments (in same sex bullying, for example), it mainly extends to interpersonal groups, families, and anonymous online forums. To quote National Library of Medicine: "According to BjĂśrkqvist [15], females prefer to use indirect aggression over direct aggression (i.e. verbal and physical aggression) because this form of aggression maximizes the harm inflicted on the victim while minimizing the personal danger involved. The risk to the perpetrator is lower because he/she often remains anonymous, thereby avoiding a counterattack. As well, indirect aggression harms others in such a socially skilled manner that the aggressor can also make it appear as if there was âno intention to hurt at allâ." I recommend reading the study: it has a few fascinating things to say about perceived threats and thinness, as well.
The study continues: "Indirect aggression is circuitous in nature and entails actions such as getting others to dislike a person, excluding peers from the group, giving someone the âsilent treatmentâ, purposefully divulging secrets to others, and the use of derisive body and facial gestures to make another feel self-conscious." While I can't see your face while typing out a post, your words do a sufficient enough job: "When has she ever been stunning honestly? Sheâs comparable to Perry Reeves and Suzanne Lanza. Average, a little masculine, thin and no sagging. The face doesnât matter to men like David, nor intellect."
Another quote from a study published on PubMed Central: "In indirect aggression, the aggressor often uses others in the social group to harm the target and may avoid direct confrontation, whereas in direct aggression, the aggressor either physically or verbally confronts the target." Examples? Posting one's opinions about another person indirectly to their blog by not, say, tagging or addressing the 'opposition' directly, leaving them to be told about it or stumble onto it later before they can defend themselves... that might, perhaps, fit the bill. As would calling David and Monique names; then, when given push back, telling detractors they don't need to care about your opinions, anyway. (For the record, I don't. Just found it fascinating to study the oh so subtle shifts of your narrative back and forth. That compliment's a freebie, by the way-- I try to hand out at least one in each negatively bent post.)
Conclusion, Redux
And there you have it. I'm off to dance to the Cope-a-Cabana while I continue on my merry way~.
**Updated to add that, while I no longer stand by the Erewhon Market theory (based on further research), I do stand behind my other factual claims.
#last post on the topic#drama#for those that want to avoid#iwantapenguin#got other projects that need my attention#and at this point we're just rehashing#mutuals who had to see these posts: you're free!!!!
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Some mild existential dread in the house today
#im just feeling reeeeally really drained#works taking a LOT out of me#like. it feels less intense day to day? or maybe im reacting less? but its still very much piling up#and im just feeling very...idk. like im still waiting for permission to live my life#except now the permission osnt coming from any one person its. having the money to docit#and the time and the energy#and i guess thats just what adult life is? waiting#and hoping#and along the way losing sight of what i even wanted in the first place because im so *tired*#idk. i definitely need a project of some kind but im struggling to settle on something and then organise it#i have stuff to do today anyway. alfie had a lil bit of emergency cash saved so i need to go shopping#and i need to tidy the kitchen and do some dishes#and have a bath and shave at some point#i also want to draw but again. struggling ti pick something and idk if ill have the executive function spare#AND i want to try and be more social and talk to folks but thats its own kind of difficult#part of me would like a disc server that just has all of my friends in it bc i find it easier to dip in and out of conversarions#but i imagine that would be weird for folks who dont know each other#idk. lot goin through my mind when all i really want is sleep#which also hasnt been...greeeeat lately#mainly because Alfie wakes me up in the mornings bc they dont like being alone but also have a very different sleep schedule to me#and can take multiple smaller naps over a day whereas i really need a solid 8 or so hours or i just. dont fully switch on#but theyre also struggling atm (mentally and also they got an injury at work AND seperately broke their foot ffs)#so they need me more and its just#this never ending cycle of SOMETHING needs my attention#and its fucking exhausting asfghfkd#but!!! we keep goin!!!!! been applying for a bunch of jobs and havent heard anything positive yet but. we keep tryin huh
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a quite simple outfit, trying to use the little blue and white apron thing (which is actually a dress I think, that I just leave un-buttoned in the back and added an apron-like tie to lol)
#self#mori kei#jfashion#NOT really but like.. it's.. adjacent I guess.. forgive me .. I may try using tags again though I kind of got out of the habit ghhj#I need to be... Seen to some degree. I want to start selling clothes and sculptures again to recoup the costs of having to euthanize my cat#and stuff . but that won't be very successful if I have like.. 15 people to sell to lol...#the eternal Hermit Conflict where you hate attention and Being Percieved in general yet in todays capitalist society it is nearly#a necessity to have some form of social network or media presence especially in creative fields. etc. etc. ... kicking screaming wailing#sobbing so on and so forth.. tearfully punching the cold mossy stone walls of my evil wizard tower...#I was also thinking of maybe opening a few sculpture commission slots and maybe Tumblr Blazing that post or something#but.. again.... sobbing crying interacting with the general public oughhf ouuch -500 HP#why can't I just be approached by some wealthy 65 year old woman who is nonsensically infatuated with my art for no#reason and gives me like $10.000 a week for food and art supplies and etc. and I can go fuck off into a cabin in the middle of nowhere#in the uk and just be left alone to work on my projects without even needing to build any form of connections or social presence because I'#already set for life and can just get funding and connections whenever lol.. WHICH not to be ungrateful like obviously I still appreciate#anyone who follows and interacts with my posts. I dont mean it in a 'grrr fuck all of you imbeciles I wish I could delete my blog!!!' or#whatever hhjkjk.. I just mean it more in a like.. I am very socially inept and my mental illness gives me severe social issues so any situ#tion where I'm expected to self promote or network or interact with others generally is nightmarish and stressful for many many reasons#and if I could somehow skip that part and just go straight to being a famous author or somethin.. that would be cool. Which I know EVERYONE#hates networking and stuff but I mean like.. on a level most people could not possibly comprehend.. I am not just an 'introvert'. I am like#doctors declare me incapable of functioning in general society very poor mental health prognosis probably should have a caretaker at#some point type Hermit lol.. ANYWAY ghbhj... alas.. I also feel weird about the sculptures in terms of what to charge for them#and always have which is part of why I stopped selling them. If I charged a fair even like $15 an hour many of them would be like#close to $150+. and nobody is going to pay that for a decoration. that doesn't even factor in like.. supplies or time spent communicating/s#etching the concept (if a commission) etc. etc. I thought it'd be better to just auction them then and let people pay what they want inst#d of a set price but etsy doesnt allow auctions and is it weird to just.. link people to an Art Ebay or something lol..#AAAANYWAY.. the outfit.. I still love these shoes. they're nice and a little Older Style looking. always into pastel florals too lol#(everything is thrifted as usual. excited about the shirt because it's so puffy! it was in the halloween section though ghjhj.. like when i#s october and they make the special aisle in goodwill for 'Costume' clothes even though theyre all just normal stuff I would wear ghg)
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not-yet-dead-person
silly comic of a conversation in-game i thought was too funny not to make something proper for instead of a doodle ww
(timelapse + wip images (thus silly process commentary in read more if you like artist commentary :3)
i think the sketch looks silly and goofy and funny so i find it important to share with you the mere presence of the faces i drew on it. i drew it on top of the boxes without staying inside its borders because i find my proportions can get wonky if i draw them cropped in a restricted space. and I feel trapped otherwise and i will draw BAD!!! give me spaceeeee to go wild!!!!
the head circles are there for emotional support
very low res speedpaint because truth is the canvas was much bigger than the space where my comic was placed. i didnt account when exporting my timelapse in 720px that that tiny space would look so pixelated ... but it's able to be percieved, so its okay.
(i will now comment on my process and it is not brief sorry)
usually i would try to clean up my sketches and figure out what goes on top before jumping into linework, but since there are multiple panels and drawings i chose to jump into inking right away for the sake of brevity. i just went in with a brush that uses pen pressure and drew what was needed. i added extra line thickness and contrast in areas around the face because it helps direct your eyes there more easily that way.
according to her equipment rei has a chain belt but i only remembered it existed once I was going to color, and i did not like that discovery... I chose to ignore it to maintain my peace. i already have the color palettes for these characters figured out, and i didnt really want to think about a new element at the moment www I tend to overthink those things a lot so i skipped it
the rest is rather straightforward! not that anything else wasn't, but in here i could turn my brain off and sing. linework and sketching require mumbling so i cannot turn my brain off. just block in the characters with a solid color so i can have a mask (something along those lines,) where the color can stay inside. then just color in !!!
Base colors just had slight cell shading on the skin, and for the hair i airbrush a bit of the skincolor in low opacity near the forehead... I'm not sure what it means, but i can look at the faces easier with it somehow. i like the gentle subtlety it adds even if you cant really tell. it makes things look nice.
background was just me blocking in the color of the wall and floor, shade the wall a bit, then slap a noise and free use wood texture on top. work smarter not harder ! yet it took a bit to make it look stylistically fitting with the characters, and even now i think bottom middle panel looks odd. whatever!!!
for the middle panel i thought itd be funny if the background was a solid silly and colorful one to contrast the next panel's sketchy black one. a contrast to how the word widow is seen. on that note my handwritting is not pointy. i gaslighted my hand into thinking that it was indeed pointy in that moment so i could write "not-yet dead person" in letters that didn't seem cute. my hand did not fall for it but it complied anyway
that's basically it! I'm not sure what else i could say that doesn't feel barebones because it really is that straightforward. if you're curious I used clip studio paint for this. only special brush used was for linework (a brush named Lemon Brush), the rest used were just the default. my computer gets the least credit. it was trying to convince me a 20mb file was going to nuke it all the time and hardly let me save multiple times so i do not appreciate it
#re:kinder#fanart#sayaka re:kinder#rei re:kinder#OH I ALREADY RAMBLED IN MY POST WHATEVER SHOULD I TALK ABOUT NOW IN MY TAGS UEEEEEEEđđđ#oh yeah do you want to know a fun fact about this drawing#i started it yesterday. i wasnt meant to I DID NOT HAVE PERMISSION...FROM MYSELF... i was meant to be on break#i self imposed a one week break from doing any rekinder related project after the transcript to avoid accidental burn out#NOT THAT I GOT TIRED OF IT AFTER THAT TRANSCRIPT NOT AT ALL#but jumping straight into more hours of creativr work after over 30 hours of it is asking for disaster. it is asking for burn out#yesterday was the last day . 12 hours were left but i was going to die if i didnt draw anything it would have been OVER#(aka my period started recently so i got very gloomy and depressed so i needed to run to my favorite stress relief...drawing rekinderâşď¸)#(on that note seriously what the fuck please explain the evolutionary advantage to getting horribly depressed every month)#(like hello?!?! rant real quickâ i get enough flashbacks everyday i DONT need them to last longer and have me more msierable ?!?!?)#(periods are so dangerous to my mental health for no reason can i get a restriction order on them or some shit what the fuck)#(anyway thats enough of that break of character DONEEEE :3333)#SO YEAH I DIDNT EVEN LAST 7 WHOLE DAYS i even played a new game in between those 6 days youd think itd het my mind of rekinder. WRONNNNGGG#not even another devastating rpg horror gamr could divert my attention for long i hsd to draw rekinderđ#using the newfound power of mt transcript i was decided on drawing rei because i dont draw her enough for how high she is on my fvaorites#i was initially doodling random lines but then i stumbled upon this interactkon and it doesnt really fit into my usual expression sheets#so i thought hey lets do it asife#i thumbnailrd it and from there i was like hey lets do it in comic format isntead of separated messy doodles in tint canvas#and the rest is hisotry .... aka i spent the last two days doing this instead of doing MY HOMEWORK!!!!!#on my defense when i wasnt drawing i was horribly depressed i had no other choice#(seriously fuck off periods WHAT what do you mean i need to be distracted 24/7 to not be struck by crippling meltdowns LEAVE ME ALONE?!?!?)#(they should be banned we as a society should find like a . cure to them it dont do me good to have a whole week where i cant function)#these tags have been more of a weird rant im sorry IVE BEEN FEELING PEEEVEDDD LATELY SO YOU GET. STRANGE DROTTER LORE ????
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*holds up a finger* boy do i wish that was me tho ngl
#texts.#fun fact: the machine behind TSP is literally me going 'oh? you won't pick up my work? fine i'll do it myself'#and then i set out to learn coding and game development and 3d animation and video editing.#it's not so much pettiness but this deep-rooted need to prove that i do not need be beholden to the 'approval' of those in control#of the system.#like goddamn you i CAN and i WILL make something awesome.#this does NOT mean i'm doing EVERYTHING by myself ofc. i'm human and well aware of my own limitations.#i can't teach myself how to draw while splitting my attention in six different directions. i know damn well that is a skill that requires#YEARS of practice.#and the same can be said for stuff such as music composition and the like.#i recognize that in this process i won't necessarily master all of these skills i've set off to learn over the past 10 months#and any real piece of media that is not writing related to TSP will take months if not years to see the light of day#but i've got time. i've got time and an overwhelming desire to see this project come to life.#anyway. big sigh.#does make me feel inadequate whenever other professionals ask about this kind of thing because it's like. sorry. i have nothing to show.#i swear i'm a writer and i swear i got some big stuff lined up#i just have no one to vouch and the ETA is maybe a year or two out.#grumbles in the tags bcs i don't want to be loud about it sue me sldkfjh
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Me being like "OK well 7.8k is a lot compared to the other chapters
.... ykno what I'm gonna do? Make it longer"
So Sentido chapter 5 is now 8.2k. Listen I wasn't entirely satisfied with the cutoff so I added to it.
#speculation nation#so weird trying to actually write a final chapter#i havent actually. Ever written a final chapter of a multichapter before#bc discacc is so fucking long & my other projects havent gotten much attention compared to it#but here is Sentido. about to be complete. it's kinda crazy.#of course im still planning on writing a sequel one shot but that'll be set Significantly far after the original#like. several years. about 2 to be exact. if we treat tristamp july like trimax jenora rock. which is my plan.#hm. hmmmm. hmmm#well regardless im planning on posting Sentido chapter 5 tonight. been poking through some editing throughout today#so Most of the major edits i needed to do are resolved. now i just need to do general smoothing.#got too used to short chapters. editing 2-3k words is so much faster than 8k words. smh.#this is a more normal chapter length for me tho. i'll be fine.
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i really liked these additional comments and thought they deserved to be in the post
every time i post about male favoritism in the fandom i feel like i need to wear a shirt that says "i am not trying to tell you that it is wrong to like davekat i literally also like davekat if you come away with the assumption that my message is to stop liking the boy ships in homestuck you are missing the overall point which is arguably more detrimental than never having interacted with what i was trying to say in the first place" flashback to that person in my inbox like "just admit that you don't like davekat it's pretty obvious based on your posts that you have a problem with it" do i need to draw them holding hands or something to get you guys to trust me and engage with what i'm saying. would it help if i also threw in a subway surfers clip
#was just rambling so much to my bf about this last night actually#because we just got done watching a series with really questionable treatment of its female characters and im just soooo sick and tired ofâ#fandom acting like women are less interesting and not worth their time.#idk if itâs just the specific circles im in but the homestuck fandom seems better about this these days.#but overall any time some sort of series gets big if you check the tag itâs ALL yaoi#and itâs almost always made by people attracted to men who dont really understand that they constantly elevate men in every fandom space#i donât CARE if youâre transmasc and really relate to gnc man number 36743 i dont have an issue with that#but i do care that nobody in the entire fucking fandom cares about the women or makes art for them#your projection in the end still just elevates men to the center of attention#and your insistence that since youâre now a man you couldnât POSSIBLY relate to or project onto a woman strikes me as kinda dehumanizing!#âname your favorite female characterâ âomg [man] heâs like a baby girl to me đâ#admit you have never thought about the female characters once in your life.#i donât need you to flip some magic switch and only care about female characters (although tbfh its fun and you should try it)#but i asking you to examine WHY you trend so hard in caring about men. is it because their personalities seem more deep complex & interest?#ask yourself WHY THAT IS. ask yourself what it is about these male characters that are fundamentally more intriguing to your analysis#because chances are itâs not that the female characters are boring#itâs that PLUS a billion other systemic biases stacking on top of each other#that YOU ARE PERPETUATING!!!!#okay im done ranting but. god. god damn.#it sucks so bad to see people just fully ignore how much of a real issue this is in fandom spaces.#yeah so you were born attracted to men and taught to constantly think about and prioritize their feelings. have you considered changing
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Lightning - Tyler Owens (smut)
I mean, we all knew this would happen. I havenât seen the movie yet, but I am DESPERATE for him. And as somebody who actually has something to do with studying tornadoes, I had to write this. I am obsessed with this fic, but I doubt this will get much attention, so please actually reblog it if you enjoyed reading it! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Tyler and the reader are chasing tornadoes together, but when they have to step back and find shelter, things quickly change between them.
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, handjob, kinda enemies to lovers, teasing and all that fun stuff
Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (3k words)
Wind was blowing in her face, letting her strands dance in the air while her eyes flickered between her laptop screen and the dark sky. She was surrounded by her team, trying to ignore their shouts as they decided which direction to head in. (Y/n) was torn between too many options, not liking the way this afternoon was playing out.Â
It was do or die, miss or hit one of the biggest tornadoes they had come across in a while. And yet the second cell that was currently forming gave off a somewhat more promising chance of catching enough data this time around.Â
âWhich way will it be, lightning?â Her breath hitched in her chest as he mumbled the words, front pressed against her back. The hairs on her arms began to rise, fully focused on his closeness, allowing her to pick up on the scent of his familiar cologne, on the way his breath fanned over the back of her neck as if he was about to kiss that very spot.
âAm I dreaming? Is Tyler Owens asking for my opinion?â She slowly turned towards the handsome man. Her eyes instantly found his piercing ones, getting lost in their intense gaze while he shot her one of his signature smirks. Fuck, if he werenât such an asshole most of the time, she would easily give in to the pull she felt, allowing him to tug her towards his bed without having to fear about the aftermath. But if there was one thing (y/n) was sure of, it was that Tyler Owens was all about playing games, toying with a woman until he eventually grew bored. He was a personification of a thunderstorm, fast moving and never ready to settle.
âDonât let it get to your head, pretty.â She clicked her tongue with a displeased expression tugging on her features. There was no time left to study him, to curse whoever had created him for making him look this handsome. They had to stay focused, at least until she got the data she needed for her project.Â
âAlright, weâre heading east.â (Y/n) closed her laptop before reaching for her bagâthe bag that was snatched from her grasp before she could protest. Tyler had slung it over his shoulder while tilting his head towards his truck, silently asking her to ride with him.Â
On any other occasion she would have cursed him, would have told him to fuck off. But today, while being heavily understaffed, she needed any help she could get. And knowing that Tyler drove like the devil himself, she knew she had the best chance of arriving just in time with him by her side.Â
His smirk grew wider the second she gave in, begrudgingly following Tyler while her eyes found the confused ones of her teammates. She only rolled her eyes at them, raising her shoulders and dropping them again as if she was wordlessly telling them that she was just as confused as they were, not seeing through Tylerâs game just yet.Â
Silence filled the truck, only a few commands left (y/n) whenever they needed to make a turn, chasing down the roads to catch up with the growing cell. All while the others followed behind them, too slow to catch up with Tylerâs truck. Her heart was pounding in her chest, riled up by the anticipation of chasing another storm â no matter how many times she had done this before, (y/n) would never get used to the thrill, the moments leading up to seeing yet another beautiful though terrifying tornado.Â
âYou alright, pretty?â Sheâd never get used to the way Tyler called her, dripping with that drawl she loved more than sheâd ever admit. (Y/n) didnât look at him, fully focused on her laptop to monitor the path their tornado took. No word left her pressed together lips, trying to drown out the feeling of his concerned eyes flickering towards her every few seconds.Â
â(Y/n)?â The use of her name ripped (y/n) out of her trance, letting her wide pupils find his. She only nodded at Tyler, knowing she couldnât waste any time on the crush she could never speak of, preferring to take her secret to the grave rather than feeding his egoâonly to end up with a broken heart in the process.Â
âGuys, can you hear me?â She held the radio close, speaking to the others while refocusing on the map. All they could hear was rustling, unable to pick up on the reply that was spoken on the other end. Curses clawed through (y/n), she tried to reach their teams again, while swallowing the sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. No longer could she see them in the rearview mirror, telling her that they hadnât made it down the narrow path Tyler had taken.
The road ahead was muddy, forcing the truck to slither along while Tyler tried to avoid holes and ditches. With one hand clutching the door, (y/n) tried to hold still, not daring to bump into Tyler whose angry cusses filled the truck. Both had their eyes focused ahead, knowing that this had been the wrong choice, the wrong tornado to chase. They were heading straight towards their death if they kept going that way, knowing that without their team by their side, they wouldnât be able to collect enough data anyway.Â
âI hate being the one to say it, but we gotta find shelter, lightning.â Tylerâs annoyed groans left her nodding, giving him the green light to take a sharp left to turn towards the town close by. With the slimmest chance to find proper shelter, Tyler kept speeding along, seemingly having a spot in mind. (Y/n) was angry, at herself, at the road conditions, knowing that this situation should have played out much differently. And all she could do was trust the man she had always tried to hate.
âCome, follow me.â The truck was forced to a sudden halt. (Y/n) followed Tyler outside, holding onto her things while he reached for her free hand to pull her along. He guided her towards what appeared to be a barn, a building she paid no attention to as she studied the tornado, getting lost in its beauty for a second. âThey built an underground shelter here a few years back, if weâre lucky nobody else had the time to find it.â
Tyler pushed her into the unlocked barn, letting the doors slide close again before he led her down some stairs. She didnât dare speak, torn between too many emotions. All (y/n) could do was let go of a sigh while being ushered into the empty, dark shelter. It took her a while to adjust to the darkness, letting her hands move along the metallic wall until she found what appeared to be a light switch. She gave it a try, though without any luck, letting herself drop to the ground while Tyler stayed glued to his spot.Â
If both hadnât been too deep in thought, they would have realised that this was the first time they were sheltering together, completely alone without any nosy eyes watching them or listening to their talks.Â
âWe should have gone west, Iâm sorry.â Her whispers filled the small shelter, luring Tyler closer who plopped down next to her. He fumbled with his phone to turn on the fleshlight, letting it rest on the ground to alight their surroundings. A few boxes were placed against the wall, filled with water and some snacks they hopefully wouldnât have to use, praying that theyâd get out of here fast enough to chase their luck once again.Â
âThereâs always time for another try, pretty.â Tyler reached for her hand to squeeze it before he could stop himself, forcing her eyes to focus on the spot where she now felt a buzzing sensation. She let her head roll towards Tyler, studying the white hat he took off with his free hand, placing it down on the ground, only to comb through his hair.Â
âDonât think Iâve ever seen you without that thing on.â (Y/n)âs whispers left him chuckling, a sound that momentarily managed to drown out the roar of the tornado. The howling was an almost comforting sound to them, after years of chasing them, well aware of every little detail.Â
âWell, youâre one of the few who gets the honour, appreciate it.â She rolled her eyes at him before ripping her gaze off of him. Heat flushed through her at his teasing, a heat that only grew more biting as she realised that they were still holding hands. Her tongue moved along her dry lips, trying to find the right words to break their silence, silently hoping that she could cherish every single second of their time together. As much as she had once sworn to hate him while burying her crush deep inside of herself, she had lost all strength to fight against it, at least for now.
âWhy have we never done this before?â Tyler seemed to feel the same longing, drawing her focus back towards him with his question. His eyes had an even more piercing touch to them now, having an invisible tight grasp on her soul she didnât want to escape from.Â
âBecause youâre an asshole most of the time and I canât stand being around you for long.â (Y/n)âs sharp reply left him laughing, a loud sound that had an addicting effect on her, leaving her chuckling while shaking her head at the man.Â
âYou wound me, lightning. Here I was hoping youâd finally let me take you out on a date, once this dayâs over.â No longer did she laugh, the sound was stuck in her throat all too suddenly.
Did he truly mean it? Was he planning on asking her out? Or was Tyler playing yet another game with her?Â
âDonât fuck with me, Owens.â His hand darted out to grasp her chin, forcing her to keep her focus on him before she could even try to turn away from him. For just a second, she watched his gaze flicker between her eyes and her slightly parted lips. Once again her heart was back to racing, no longer focused on the howling wind, the sounds of things crashing outside, but fully and solemnly focused on Tyler.Â
âAre you scared of this thing between us?â Once again, his question managed to rob her of the air filling her lungs, not expecting him to be this direct with her. A part of (y/n) begged her to cuss him out, to make fun of the question, to escape the avalanche that was about to roll upon them, but the bigger - more desperate - part of her, managed to gain the upper hand, leading her straight towards danger.
âWell, even though you enjoy riding your fears, I prefer to face âem. Iâm not scared, not of this, whatever this is. But Iâm fucking terrified of you toying with me and dropping me the second Iâm no longer interesting enough.â He let go of her, only to pull her into his lap, making her straddle his stretched out legs. They held eye contact, wordlessly daring one another to move first, to give in to the pull that was as strong as an F5 theyâd happily chase on any other day.Â
âIâd be fucking stupid to mess it up with you.â She felt his breath on her lips, ghosting over her soft skin like he was giving her one last chance to pull away. A chance she wouldnât take, letting it pass while finding his lips for a soft kiss that escalated within seconds. With his hand pressed to the back of her head and his other placed on her waist, Tyler held her to him while deepening the kiss.
Their tongues fought for victory, knowing that neither of them would back down from a fight against the other, urged on by their need to gain the upper hand. Soft groans and moans left them while their bodies searched one anotherâs closeness, knowing that this was something they wouldnât tell others about, preferring to keep this as their secret.Â
Her hands roamed his clothed chest, feeling his muscles beneath her wandering fingers while finding her way to his belt. She toyed with the buckle for a moment while her lips were still glued to his, knowing theyâd have to part any moment now to inhale some much needed breaths of air.Â
âYou sure you want to do this in here, lightning?â His chuckles left her grinning, while holding onto the question she had wanted to ask for a while now.Â
âWhy lightning?â A kiss was shared between them, much softer than the one before. Her hand was still toying with his belt, slowly undoing the buckle to wordlessly tell him she wanted this much as he did, even though they knew that it was stupid and selfish of them to hide out here while their teams were undoubtedly worrying about them.Â
âWell, the first time I saw you, you struck me like lightning, brightening my darkest day.â The explanation was cheesy, and yet it still drew heat up her neck. She could only swallow, smile at him and refocus on her hands. Tyler let her move, freeing his hardening cock while his impatient hands tugged on the buttons of her blouse, letting it pop open to expose her bra-clad chest.Â
âFuck, youâre a dream.â Her eyes flickered up to his while she spat into her palm, using her saliva to lube him up. Tyler couldnât stop his moans from clawing through him, fully focused on the way he perfectly fit into her hand, pressed against the soft skin he wanted to feel against every inch of his body. His head rolled back against the wall, eyes closed and lips parted â offering a sight that made her walls clench around nothing, proud for being the one to make him feel like that.Â
Her hand added more speed to its movements, squeezing him with just enough pressure to draw another raspy moan from Tyler. He allowed himself to relish in her touch for another moment before he gently though urgently grasped her wrist to stop her from moving.Â
âWill you ride me, lightning?â His accent grew thicker with every syllable, leaving her shuddering while only a soft chuckle managed to leave her. She rose to her feet to shuffle out of her jeans, keeping her eyes focused on Tyler who marvelled at her as if she was the strongest tornado he had ever been fortunate enough to see, fully mesmerised by everything about her. She kept her panties on while finding her way back to his lap, knowing that they needed to hit the road soon, not giving them a chance to do this properly.Â
âWait, here.â He reached for his back pocket to pull a condom out of his wallet, letting her rip it open to roll it down his aching cock. Both their hearts were beating in sync, knowing that they were finally about to do something they had been desperate for ever since running into one another for the first time. No matter how much anger and hatred had once grown between them, it was now turning them from opponents to loversâor whatever it was both were trying to adjust to.Â
Tyler held onto her as she sank down on him, letting her forehead fall against his shoulder for a second. No words were spoken while they had to adjust, overwhelmed by the new sensation and the whirlwind of emotions buzzing through them like a storm hitting them both. With her hands holding onto him, clinging to the fabric of the shirt he wore, she began to move, fucking herself on his twitching cock with such a passion, Tyler feared he may never want to get out of this shelter again.Â
âTyler,â his name left her, a breathy whisper he almost missed, too far gone to focus on anything but their closeness. He palmed her ass, letting his fingertips dig into her skin to leave marks that would remind her of this very moment for days to come. His hips met hers, jerking upwards to make his cock disappear inside of her even deeper, drawing desperate moans from them which dripped with a need for more.Â
âAttagirl, look at you, fucking yourself on my cock like you were born for this.â She moaned at his words, knowing that her thighs would start aching soon enough, begging for a new position to give herself the needed push to fall over the edge. âWhat? Youâre already getting tired? I should have fucked you in my truck, make you scream my name while the worldâs ending around us.âÂ
He pushed her off of him without a warning, leaving her dazed and confused for a second while watching him rise to his feet. With a hand stretched out for (y/n) to take, he pulled her up towards himâonly to pick her up and press her against the wall. His cock was pushed back into her, stretching her walls while he fucked her with a fast pace that made both of them see stars.Â
(Y/n) clawed at his neck, needing to hold onto him while he fucked her closer and closer to the edge. A cocky grin widened on his lips as he felt her walls tightening their grip on his cock. She was close, would let go soon with his name burning on the tip of her tongue, a perfect reminder that she was his from today on, glued to the man who she had once sworn to hate.Â
âScream my name, lightning, show them what a real thunderstorm sounds like.â If he werenât buried deep inside of her, she would have rolled her eyes at him. But (y/n) was too far gone to care about his cheesy teasing, solemnly focused on her arising high and the name rolling off her tongue like a prayer.
And then she came, pushed into an orgasm so strong, (y/n) feared sheâd never experience something like this again. It buzzed through every part of her body, stealing her breath as if she was drowning, forcing her heart to skip beats as if she was chased by someone or rather something. Tyler kept fucking her against the wall, urged on by her moans, the sounds heâd never forget again.Â
Pants kept leaving him while chasing his own high, letting his skin meet hers with every ferocious thrust. And with one last âFuckâ Tyler came, relieving himself into the condom as his smirk returned to his lips. Both were heavily breathing, clinging to the other while coming down from their highs.
âI donât know if I can walk back to the truck.â Carefully, he placed (y/n) back down on her feet, shaking his head at her with a soft smile thrown her way. Tyler pressed another kiss to her slightly swollen lips before both redressed, knowing that they had to get out of here and back to their team as fast as possible.Â
âYou know Iâll gladly carry you, lightning. I always will, if you let me.â
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strip for me.
part four
pairings: hyungline x reader
synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you canât get away from.
wc: 8.4k
warnings: heavy smut, minors dni, fivesome, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. this is not proof read.
note: this is not the end for strip for me so calm down. we have more to come. the next part will be heeseungâs solo part. anyway, i know it took time so please enjoy it. reblogs and replies are highly encouraged. this is not proof read so excuse the errors for now. let me know your thoughts by sending me asks. thank you so much.
part one; two; three
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âweâre going to have so much fun...â jake stated meaningfully before winking at you.
your steps halt from approaching the chair they reserved for you. their eyes are fully focused that despite the teacherâs continuous rambling about the project, they donât give her any attention.
âyou can sit here, doll.â and sunghoon drags the chair near him then taps it once before flashing you a soft smile, his fangs showing.
âwhat happened to the uniform i lend you?â he sounds a little upset while looking at your fresh polo. heeseung got you a new one that fits you perfectly.
you blushed, âi p-put it on my locker. i will wash it first then give it back to you. thank you for let me borrow it.â
he smirks, ânah, you can keep it.â
jake and jay stared at him with confusion. they can clearly remember how bad his mood was these past few days, now heâs acting like as if heâs the happiest man that walked on earth. itâs just so odd.
you obliged and sat beside sunghoon while he stare at you, eyes almost forming heart. heeseung scoffs and took off his coat then placed it on your lap since youâre wearing a skirt. a bit too short from his liking, to be specific.
with blushing cheeks, you thanked him silently.
âdid i miss anything?â jake asks, confused.
jay furrowed his brows and stared at his two other friends. heeseung met his eyes and cleared his throat before sitting straight. sunghoon seemed unbothered, eyes still fixed at you with a grin on his handsome face.
âw-why?â you asked him, feeling slightly uneasy because of how heâs not taking his eyes off from you.
ânothing, you look pretty.â he mumbled so naturally before dragging your chair even closer. he did it with so much ease, heâs so strong.
you glanced away, trying hard to ignore his heated gaze. jakeâs watching all of these with his two eyes without blinking. a hint of confusion and a mix of jealousy flickers inside him.
âthe fuck is going on?â he stated with so much sarcasm.
if jay can shut his mouth and ignore it, well definitely not jake. he has a lot of questions inside his mind. why are his friends acting like this? and most of all, why the fuck arenât you like that to him?
âletâs just discuss the project.â heeseung blurted out, blocking any chances to be asked by jake.
he was about to complain more, wanting to dig about this situation deeper, but stopped himself. with clenched jaw, he rests his back on his chair then glanced at your lowered head.
he scoffed, âsweetheart, iâm a little jealous. you need to make it up to me.â he stated that made your cheeks blush, ears turning red.
sunghoon rolls his eyes and impatiently taps the table, âletâs start!â
and with that, heeseung then discusses the possible topics you can research for this project. your mouth slightly gaps at how he was able to keep up with what the teacher was saying when you clearly saw him focusing on you moments ago.
it went on, its just jay who listens and you, slightly. jake and sunghoon didnât even tries to act that they are serious to this project, one plays through his phone, the other had his head slumped over the desk. sunghoonâs hand lays on yours casually, its been like that ever since he lowered his head to sleep.
jake whined when he loses the round and glances at your direction. he smirks and winks at you which made you blush. he giggles and eyes unconsciously landed on sunghoonâs hand.
his smirk faltered and childishly removes it. jay notices and scoffed before writing down on his notes. jake then grabs your hand to intertwin your fingers together, a satisfied smile plastering his handsome face.
heeseung rolls his eyes at it then continued talking about the project that the other two boys obviously doesnât care about.
âweâll be doing our project on our house later.â heeseung said as a last statement to wrap your small meeting.
your head perks and back straightened at what he just said. his eyes caught you right away, attentive of you.
âcan we just d-do it here at school?â you suggested since doing it on their house doesnât sit right for you.
one of his eyebrow arches upwards, âdo you have any problem doing it in mine?â he asks using a serious tone.
your lips slightly trembles and glances at jake on your side when he gradually took your hand on his lips to place a gentle kiss.
âu-uhm, i canât go h-home late. my mom will be so worried.â you tried to reason out.
it was partly true as she was used of you coming home early. heeseungâs house is pretty far from your school and so it will take time to go home. besides, you have no problem asking your mom to pick you up by the school gate, but it will definitely raise curiosity if you suddenly ask her to pick you up at a random house.
his head tilts, âleave that one to me.â he stated and then stood up to leave the circle.
âb-butââ you are held down by jake, yanking your arms to prevent you from standing up and follow heeseung.
jay stood up then taps sunghoon on the shoulder to wake him up.
âno buts, sweetheart.â and jake leans to give you a swift kiss on the cheek then leave as well.
your eyes widen and roamed around to check if somebody saw. theyâre pretty busy discussing about the project, seems like your group was the first one to finish.
a large hand resting at the small of your back is what snaps you back to your senses. he gently caress it up and down then you look over your shoulder to face sunghoon.
his eyes squints a bit, obvious that he just got awoken from a nap. âsomething wrong?â he asks.
you shake your head lightly and he just stares for a while before nodding his head. he stood up and guided you to go back to your chair as well.
the period ended and after the whole class thanked the teacher and bid her good-bye, she walks out of the room. after feeling the need to use the bathroom, you headed out as well.
jakeâs eyes follows you and when youâre out of his sight already, he swat sunghoonâs shoulder.
âthe fuck is your problem?â he hissed at him, his brows drawned closer to each other and he sets his phone down like heâs ready to punch jake right away.
âmy problem? what is your problem?â jake hisses back. âwhy are you suddenly acting like a fucking loser in front of y/n?â
jay smirks and just listens. heeseung watches too, a ghost of a smile playing over his lips.
sunghoonâs forehead slowly loses it crease then he acts innocent before glancing back at his phone. jake almost threw his notebook at him. he canât believe it was that fast to calm him down. by the mere mention of your name.
âwhat do you mean? no iâm not.â
âhere you go, baby. you can sit here, doll.â jake mimics him exaggeratedly. jay laughs at how he mirrored sunghoon while the latter clenches his jaw.
it was his turn to push jakeâs shoulder. âi donât talk that way!â he says, defensive.
âyou actually do, dude.â jay fires back while heeseung just laughs because of it.
âwhatever.â he mumbled, ears turning red.
jake rolls his eyes, âwhat the fuck happened? i thought we will punish her?â and his gaze moves from sunghoon towards heeseung.
heeseung straightens his back and glances away, totally guilty of it. jake just couldnât believe it. these two were the ones so heated up when one of their classmates reported you meeting beomgyu up at the end aisles of the library. they were so hyped up on punishing you and then theyâre acting like this?
âi fucking resisted dicking her down, man!â jake complained.
ânobody told you to do that.â heeseung shrugs his shoulder off that made jake clench his jaw, pissed off.
well, the older one was right. they never agreed on anything but to imply punishment. but that was jakeâs punishment for you. that was his way to let you know that heâs mad and upset. you always knew how much he couldnât get enough of you and how he would bury his dick inside you any chances he gets.
âjakeâs right. i declined her orgasms to make a point.â jay stated, looking a bit upset as well.
the boys glances at him with furrow brows, âyou did what?â jake asks in disbelief.
jay shrugs his shoulder, âyou know how much i love seeing her get off. its always her pleasure over mine. i needed to send her a message.â
heeseung sighs and sunghoon was so ready to hold his collar right there and then.
âdude what the fuck? she mustâve felt so frustrated and bad!â he hissed at his friend.
now, jakeâs pissed off eyes darted back at him. he pushes his friend to sit back properly.
âcalm down lover boy, iâm not yet done with you.â he fired at him.
sunghoon lets out a strained sigh, completely done with jake targeting him nonstop.
âcome on, i lost control too you know? but what am i suppose to do when she said sheâs sorry? of course i couldnât help it.â sunghoon ranted that made the three boys around him furrow their brows.
the frown on jakeâs face deepens as jay and heeseung slightly loses their minds. they contemplates and wonders if they heard that right.
âwhat did you say?â heeseung fires at sunghoon that made him confused. the other two boys kept their mouth shut, jaw clenched.
âshe said sorry.â
they were silenced when sunghoon repeated it for them to hear it clearly. jake was the first one to react as he scoffed and heaved a sigh to calm himself down.
âthatâs it, youâll be the last one to fuck her later.â jake stated, a bit (totally) pissed.
sunghoon thick brows furrowed now, âwhat? thatâs unfair! when did we decided that?â his head cranes to the oldest, trying to gain alliance. after-all, heeseung is in charge of equality and fairness.
but to his surprise, the older one has his brows hardly furrowed as well. his eyes looking serious and are piercing right at him.
âi agree with jake.��� jay says casually that made sunghoon complain even more.
âhyung?â sunghoon calls out heeseung because this is the perfect timing to step in and break this shit going on.
âsunghoon will be the last one to touch her then?â
to his dismay, its suddenly apppointed that he will sit back and watch while his three friends devour you. it will be torturous, but its better that than not having you later. he curses and just slumped his head over the table to distract himself with a good nap.
âfucking fuck.â jake curses, still pissed.
jay claps his shoulder, âcalm down. iâm afraid youâll piss your pants sooner or later.â he joked that only made him even more pissed.
he pushes his hands away, âshut up. iâll surely get even later with y/n. she canât do that.â
âhey, donât be too carried away. youâll scare her.â jay warns him before glancing to the older guy, âright, hyung?â
heeseung was silent before he lets out a heavy sigh. âno, i agree with jake.â he shut his eyes and massages his temple a bit.
âwe need to teach her a lesson. she canât have her favorite or it will ruin us all.â
on the other hand, youâre inside the girlâs bathroom and washing your hands when (name) walks in together with her minions. sheâs one of the popular girls in your class. very pretty and rich.
her mean eyes darted right at you. it screams danger so you glanced away from her and just focuses on your hand.
she walks closer and stopped beside you.
âwho can expect that the quiet girl in class can be such a cunt?â her words made your brows furrow.
âexcuse me?â youâre taken aback with how aggressive she is. it was so unexpected. she never approaches or talk to you then suddenly sheâs going in this hard?
the response obviously made her even more mad. she raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. one glance to her minions and they went on both of your sides, cornering you. theyâre giggling like hyenas.
âooh, look at you acting all brave just because you think those boys are interested in you?â the bitterness lingers over your tone.
your brows narrowed in confusion as to what sheâs talking about. you wondered more, then realization finally hits you like a big truck. boys... heeseung and his friends?
you glanced at her, âi donât know what you m-mean.â
oh no. you stuttered. and that only mean one thing. that youâre lying and you know you are. because you out of all people, knows what she means.
you thought youâre being slick on hiding whatâs going on between you and those boys, but definitely youâre wrong. you couldnât help, but to blame it on them as theyâre the ones being so bold about it. also because theyâre really the one should be blame for it.
she lets out a loud sarcastic laugh, her eyes oozing with anger. she pushes your shoulder off. âoh fuck you! iâm not dumb!â
you shut your eyes and was about to walk away when her minions hold you down.
âlet me go!â you tried squirming, freeing yourself which you failed miserably.
one of them curses at you and even elbowed your side. you grunted and folds because of the pain. (name) then walks closer and yanked your arm so you can face her.
âbitch! whore!â and she started to be physical, slapping you left and right.
âp-please, stop...â you begged which they ignored completely. she just continued hurting you and her friends hold you to prevent any resistance.
âyou think they really like you? think again bitch!â she pulls your hair hardly making you face upwards. when your tear stained eyes met her arrogant ones, she smirks.
âfor them youâre just a toy they will play with until theyâre sick and tired of you.â and after that one last sentence she pushed you hard to the floor.
her friends laughed so hard while you have yourself slumped across the cold concrete. tears streaming down your face.
âletâs go girls. letâs leave that slut alone.â
you cried, feeling your face hurting and some other places in your body. but thatâs not what causing your tears to flow nonstop. its what (name) said that had a big blow on you.
what she says was partly right. you have no idea what those boys want from you and base on how they treats you is similar to what she implied. a toy. thatâs all you are for them. and that hurts you so much.
ây/n...â you snapped back to reality when you heard a faint call on your name.
âh-huh?â when you lift your head, youâre met with jayâs furrowed brows. his eyes scanning yours with gentle look on it.
heeseung stands a few feet away with jake. your hand sways that caught your attention, even before you can glance at the side, sunghoonâs face came into your view.
his brows folded in a worried way, âare you all right, doll?â and you can feel him squeeze your hand slightly.
ây-yes.â
he pursed his lips and scanned his eyes over your pretty face. his other free hand have your things. jake shows a displeased expression then walked towards your direction.
âgive her some space. youâre crowding her.â he says, interrupting and even pushed sunghoon away from you.
hoonâs hand detached from holding yours that pissed him off a little. his eyes shooting glares at jake when he grab your wrist and started guiding you towards the car that just parked beside heeseung.
heeseung opened the door to the passenger seat when youâre near enough. he tilt his head asking you to enter his car. you glanced at his serious eyes, hands fidgets.
âmy m-mom... she still doesnât knowââ
âdonât worry too much about it, angel. i already talked to her.â he stated in a lazy tone.
your mouth slightly gaps, doesnât really want to believe him right away. you knew your mom. sheâs a little bit strict when it comes to you hanging out a bit too late of your curfew at home.
âr-really?â
heeseung stares at your eyes before letting out a sigh. he fished his phone out from his pocket then dialled someone. he tapped the speaker on and eventually you heard the sound of somebody answering the phone.
âheeseung-ah?â
your eyes widen at the familiar voice errupting from the other line. heeseung handed you the phone so you can talk to her.
âm-mom..â
ây/n? darling, heeseung called me and told me that youâll be staying late in their house for a group project?â she continuously said. you can tell base of the tone of her voice that sheâs thrilled about you having friends.
ây-yes.â
âwell, heâs such a nice boy. very polite as well and such a sweetheart for calling me himself to inform me about this project.â she blabbers nonstop. your cheeks blushed while feeling a bit embarrassed about it.
jake rolls his eyes as he throw his things inside his own car parked near heeseungâs. jay went to his and rest on it while waiting patiently. sunghoon hangs both of the straps of your bag on his shoulder before he gets on his big bike, holding his helmet on his free hand.
âu-uh, yes. heâs the president of the student council.â you answered while eyeing heeseung whose leaning on his car, near you. his hand rests at the open door for you.
âthatâs great! he also told me that heâll take you home later after it so i donât have to worry.â she added.
eventually, she bids goodbye and so you did. your stares stayed at his phone before you handed it back to heeseung. he tilts his head again, asking you to enter his vehicle. without having any choice, you obliged.
you realized that no matter how hard you try to escape, thereâs no getting away from them. they have control on everything and thatâs what scares you the most. how smoothly they do these things and manipulate you on doing whatever that they all want. just like what (name) said. youâre like their toy.
âseatbelt, angel.â heeseung snaps you out of your own thoughts.
you nodded and grabbed over the safety strap on your side. your eyes caught sunghoon getting on his big motorbike and attractively putting his helment on for safety. you blushed unconsciously seeing your bag hangs on his broad shoulders and placed in front of him.
it looked totally out of place on how his all black motorbike and dark blue uniform mixed with your light colored school bag. it looked so feminine that you can already tell it doesnât belong to the fine man.
his head cranes over to your side and even if heeseungâs car is heavily tinted and if sunghoonâs wearing a helmet, it seems like heâs looking directly to your eyes.
he started the engine of his bike and then a loud roaring sound errupts from it. he then bolted out from the parking lot of the school. both you and heeseung follows his bike driving away.
âsuch a show off.â he utters under his breath and then moves after jake drove his car out the parking.
the drive was as expected, slightly long. heeseung is quiet, only the faint song playing from the radio is what plays on the background. it was a little awkward, if youâll be honest.
âare you cold?â you jolt a little when heeseung suddenly ask that question. he glanced at you briefly and you answered with a low ânoâ. he nods and then continued driving.
eventually, the vehicle slows down as it reaches near this huge elegant gate. your mouth gaps in amusement, eyes catching his friendâs vehicle entering as well. sunghoonâs big bike storms inside and even throw a middle finger at jakeâs car.
âstay for a bit, angel. iâll open yourââ your heads whips over to the side when heeseungâs car bursts open.
jake leans downward to meet your eyes, hands rests in front, offering to help you.
âletâs go, sweetheart.â he smiles. you didnât really have much of a choice as he reaches for your hand and guided you outside the car.
heeseung went out too and you saw jay getting off his vehicle as well. a small smirk playing over his sexy lips.
âwhatâs happening to the three of you, really?â he scoffs and rolls his eyes.
you glanced at the three as well, a confused look plastered all over your face. you did notice how theyâre being weird from the parking lot incident.
âits because of jake. heâs so childish.â sunghoon commented right after walking near your place.
jake frowns, âno, iâm not!â he hardly objects.
heeseung rolls his eyes, âstop sulking, jake sim.â he then started walking towards the grand entrance of the big mansion right in front of you.
because of their small arguments, you failed to even notice it. now that you had the chance to admire it, you can tell that it reaks off money. some side comments and other complaints can be heard from jake but your focus was at the big house.
soon, a hand placed gently on the lower of your back.
âletâs go inside, baby.â jay says lowly and started to guide you towards the house.
you gulped, but followed him. its not like you have other options. besides youâre here to do the project... right?
when you made it inside, there are a lot of helpers assisting and attending to heeseung.
âwelcome back, sir jay.â one greets when she noticed the guy beside you. looks like heâs often here that the maids are familiar of him.
oh, silly you. they all grew up together. it just made sense that theyâre often at each otherâs house.
âthis is miss y/n.â he introduces you that caught you off-guard. she shifted her eyes to you and smiled warmly before offering a bow.
you panicked then bows back. âh-hi!â
âare you sir jayâs girlfriend?â she curiously asked right after.
��u-uhhââ
âwhat are you two doing? letâs go to my room.â heeseung interrupts with a stern voice.
jay smiles at the maid before guiding you towards the second floor. you just gave a small smile to the lady and just let yourself go to wherever jay asks you to.
heeseung and jay then started talking about a left work on the student councilâs office. it was none of your concern so you try to busy yourself with the things you can see around the house. the interior of the whole place was just amazing. you can tell they spent a lot for their home.
you stopped walking once jay and heeseung did and you saw a door in front of heeseung. he glanced at you before opening it.
your steps halted when youâre about to go inside. something inside you just grow worried. you have no idea why, but your heart kept on beating so fast.
they noticed your sudden hesitation so both of them glanced over their shoulders, looking at you.
âwhatâs wrong?â jay asks while heeseung remains silent.
you gulped and took a short glance around heeseungâs spacious room. ân-nothing.â
you took a long breath, âc-canât we just do it at your living room?â you pull up a smile in order to not raise any suspicion. the last thing you want is for them to think that youâre taking this in a wrong way.
âwhatâs wrong with doing it inside my room?â heeseung asks nonchalantly.
you took a step back, âu-uhm,ââ you gasps when your back suddenly collided with a broad chest.
âgoing somewhere, doll?â sunghoon stares down at you while he stood gloriously behind you.
jake scoffs and then wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling up a mischievous grin.
âletâs go inside, okay? weâre going to have so much fun!â he cheers with a big smile, but you can feel your stomach churns and heart beating so fast.
sunghoon steps forward pushing you inside the room. heeseung sat down his gaming chair and rotates it so heâs facing his king sized bed. jay took off his coat and hangs it neatly by the sofa. jakeâs smirking while watching you closely.
you feel timid being around and watched by them, so you looked everywhere except their eyes. the silence stretched for a couple of minutes before heeseung breaks it.
âstrip, angel.â he starts then rests his back completely at the chair.
your feet glued at the floor and breathing got rigif while facing your back at them. their heated gaze pierced and almost burned a hole behind your head. you can feel it.
âstrip for us.â he says in a very demanding tone.
slowly, you faced them with a slight fear flickering through your eyes.
âh-huh? but weâre suppose to d-do our projectââ
âoh fuck that project, sweetheart! weâre going to do you instead.â jake interrupts smirking after licking his plump lips once. his eyes stares at you like a hungry predator.
âcalm down, jake. youâre going to scare her.â jay says, mischief lazing through his voice while smirking sexily beside sunghoon.
theyâre both sat at the sofa. the man beside him has his polo unbuttoned all the way, leaning forward as his elbow rests over his knees and eyes burning at you. heâs quiet and red lips hardly pursed. his dark, thick eyebrows narrowed together.
you remained standing awkwardly at the middle of heeseungâs bedroom, the door a few feet away from you. it slid inside your mind. to try and run away from them. but its impossible. with their built, they can easily catch you and who knows what that can do to you? they never go easy whenever theyâre pissed off.
besides, sunghoonâs sat on the path towards it. he can easily grab and stop you from escaping. thatâs totally crossed out of your plans.
you heaved a sigh, âg-guys,â
âdid we ask you to talk?â heeseung.
instantly, your lips are pursed hardly. despite him showing a little soft side of him from a while ago, youâre still terrified whenever heâs very serious.
âweâre waiting, baby.â jay caught your attention.
you stared at them for a while and realized that you have nowhere to go. they got you cornered and stripped off of choices. once again, youâre helpless around these four men.
you balled your fists and jakeâs eyes dropped from your pretty face to your hands. theyâre trembling and heâs certain its a mixture of fear and worry. his grin grew wider. his nerves are shaking in excitement. he couldnât wait to have you, to devour you, to ruin you.
âgo on, y/n.â heeseung, again with his stern voice.
your eyes darted at sunghoon whose still quiet. his eyes then soften and he sighs, fists relaxing.
âstrip for us, doll. its okay, we wonât hurt you.â he says in a calm voice. its still a surprise how heâs acting right now. heâs not the impatient and rough sunghoon. it slightly made you feel at ease.
when your hand slowly raised to untangle your necktie, you heard jake hissed and glared at sunghoon.
âremember what we talked about, hoon!â he said that got you confused.
sunghoon rolls his eyes, âyeah, whatever. iâm just trying to make her feel relax. youâre putting too much pressure on her.â
jake clicked his tongue and glanced back at you. his eyes looked more aggressive, screams more danger.
âwhy, sweetheart? are we scaring you?â he stepped closer, making you hold your breath.
âam i scaring you?â he repeats his words, his face are inches away from yours that you can feel his hot breath fanning your skin.
âjake,â heeseung calls him.
he ignored him and kept his stares right at your pretty face. despite the lack of answer, the tears on your eyes were enough to tell him that you are indeed scared. it didnât make him feel pitiful, instead it drives him more crazy.
âstrip for me or iâll rip them off from you myself.â he groans.
you gulped and started to fasten your pace. now unbuttoning your poloâ the one heeseung got you.
sunghoon clenched his jaw hardly, fighting so hard to interrupt. his friends talked to him about being the last to touch you tonight as a punishment for him. its actually a shit decision they came up with just because they think heâs starting to be your favorite.
that thought was the only thing that made him agree. he couldnât help but to feel excited thinking about it.
he stood up that made jay and heeseung glance at his direction.
âdonât get in the way.â jay reminded him.
he threw him a short glance as he fished something from his pocket.
âiâm not going to.â he pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. âiâm going to smoke.â he added then glance at heeseung.
âyou wonât mind right?â
heeseung stares for a while before tearing his gaze off of sunghoon. he took that as a yes then lits his cigarette.
âtake off everything.â jake commands when you finished getting rid of your polo and school skirt.
âb-butââ
âstrip.â he shortly said.
you stared at his eyes and slowly obliged. you donât even know why you kept complaining when youâll just end up doing it too.
the moment you finished taking everything off, completely naked in front of them, you feel shy. so shy that you try covering whatever your arms can. the four men stares silently, their eyes grew darker. looked more hungrier.
âlay on the bed for me, sweetheart.â jake mumbles, this time a lot more softer. âi want to eat you.â he added while taking off his necktie.
before jake continues discarding his clothes off, he snakes his hand on your nape to pull you closer to him. he placed a wet, but gentle kiss on your lips then stares right at your eyes.
âyouâre so pretty. do you know that?â he says under his breath that made your heart race. he seems pissed, and honestly his attitude today are off for you. heâs very playful in nature, but the way heâs so aggressive is not like him. you know somethingâs up with jake sim.
âlet me fucking eat you.â he added and then continued what he stopped doing to give you a kiss.
your eyes moved towards heeseung and he just gave you a nod. with slow steps you walked towards the bed and sat on the edge.
jake gently pushed your body so you can lay on it then he opened your thighs for him, giving a full display of your slightly wet core. he growls lightly, salivating by the view.
âdamn, this pussy.â he mumbles before giving it a long lick making you purse your lips together.
jake almost went crazy having a taste of your cunt. he always loved it. if he can, he will eat you all day. so he didnât waste a time to dive in and lap your cunt like a hungry animal. you whimper and legs slowly closing out of pleasure from the way heâs eating you.
a hand then reaches over your knee to open them back. when you open your eyes, you saw jay. heâs already standing at the edge of the bed, beside jake. his white t-shirt is off already and heâs left with just his boxers.
âkeep them wide open, baby.â he orders while his other hand palms his cock inside his shorts.
you canât even say a word or resist as your mind gets all fuzzy because of how good jake is making you feel. jake giggles through your cunt making you shut your eyes, brows arching closer to each other.
your face contorts out of pleasure.
jakeâs hand rests at your thighs and massages it gently. you can feel a hand carding your hair, brushing it off your pretty face.
your eyes pry open when jake pulls away.
âsorry, angel. weâll move you a bit so you can suck jay.â heeseung caught your attention. heâs already near the bed too.
when your eyes look at jay, heâs already taking off his boxers as they slightly drag you towards the corner of the bed. jay dives his head and kissed you on your lips while fondling on your exposed tits.
âuhm,â you moaned. he gave it a few more suck then tugs it lightly using his teeth as he pulls away, making you yelp.
âsuck my dick, baby. letâs get you busy.â jay mumbles and places his shaft near your face.
jake then continues eating you, making you squirm again. he pushes your thighs wider, doesnât giving you any chance to close it. he wants to take his time, eating and enjoying how you whimper in pleasure. the way you look pained, but he knew pretty well that heâs making you feel so good.
âhowâs the view from there, hoon?â jay shouted, taunting his friend.
your eyes shifted at the sofa while jay enters your mouth. sunghoonâs dark eyes are darted at you while he sexily huffs on his cigarette. its taking everything of him not to get in between. he couldnât help but feel so aroused by the sight of his own friends using you.
he remained silent and just watch from afar. jay scoffs then narrows his brows when his cock reaches the inside of your mouth. it feels so warm and soft, something that drives him crazy.
âfuck.â he curses and started to thrust on his own liking.
while jake laps your pussy and jay fucks your mouth, heeseung takes off all his clothes. he position himself on your other side then grabs your hand.
âyou arenât forgetting about me now, are you angel?â his taunting voice rings over your head and you mumbled something, causing vibration straight to jayâs throbbing cock.
âoh just like that, baby.â he groans and continues pistoning his hips towards you.
heeseung gave a few strokes to his dick before leaning to give you a kiss on the lips as well. it lasted for a few more seconds until he pulls away so you can give him a hand job.
âoh, yeah. just like that.â heeseung mumbles as he watch you all occupied with them.
he cannot help but to feel very excited at the view. how your eyes are tear stained yet still do as they say. its giving a satisfaction he couldnât get from anything. he was certain youâre the only one who can give it to him, to them.
jake chuckes and giggles mischievously while tongue buried deep inside your wet hole. his chin wet with your juices and his saliva. it was heaven for him to see you squirm uncontrollably because of pleasure.
âu-ugh!â your mouth hugs jayâs big dick tighter that made him groan in pleasure, your hand too tightens around heeseungâs. it indicates that you are nearing your first release and they all couldnât wait.
âare you near, baby?â jay asks, whimpering from his own pleasure.
you nodded continuously, slightly losing your mind at the climax youâve been anticipating.
âiâm near too, baby. letâs cum together.â jay groans and grind even harder, chasing you.
âgive it to me, sweetheart.â jake fucks into your cunt using his two fingers, tongue attached on your hole, waiting for that sweet juice heâs been dying for.
heeseung brushes your hairs off from your face, making sure to fist them so it wonât cover your pretty features. he loves staring and watching you whimper in pleasure. beads of sweat forms on your forehead and his eyes travels down your tits boucing slightly due to jake finger fucking you.
he leans and puts your nipple inside his mouth, sucking and twirling his hot tongue on the tip, making you feel dizzy.
ânghhh,â your thighs shakes and tries to move away from jakeâs lips but he held you firm, making sure you have nowhere to go. sucking and taking all of your juices.
the sensation making your eyes rolls at the back of your head. jay, too reached his climax and shoot at the depth of your hot mouth, cursing and growling.
âsuch a good girl.â he says and leans to give you a kiss on your cheeks. âpretty baby.â he added and placed another kiss.
once done harvesting your cum, jake stood up and licks his lips with a grin on his face.
âget on fours. iâll fuck you doggystyle.â he says and grabs your hand to help you get up from laying down. he knew youâre still in trance from the recent release.
heeseung gently press your palm to catch your attention. he arched his brows while glancing softly at your direction. jay brushes your hair away and wiped off the sweat.
âyou good, angel? still with us?â heeseung asks and help you position yourself.
you nod your head once, head still fuzzy. heeseung chuckles, finding you adorable and kisses your shoulder once.
âyouâre so hot, sweetheart.â jake and smacks your butt cheeks. you yelp slightly at the impact. it stings a bit but it oddly feels so good.
jake groans and cupped both your butt and leans in to kiss it, biting it.
âcalm down, dude.â jay chuckles and swat his arms which he answered with a giggle.
your ears are still ringing from all of that when a hand started to gather your hair. it was sunghoon and heâs looking at you with slight worry in his eyes.
âiâll just tie your hair, doll.â you nodded and he did his best to put away those lose hairstrands out of your face.
you smiled at him softly and mumbled âthank youâ, which you doubt he heard. he sighs and leans in to kiss you once on your lips before walking back near jay.
âperfect. suck my dick this time, okay?â heeseung says and positions himself in front of you.
a small nod is what you gave him and he smirks, pinching your cheeks because he find you cute this way. all submissive and sweaty.
âready? iâm going in.â jake says from behind and heeseung just nods his head.
you moaned the moment you felt jake pushing his dick inside of you, stretching you in the process. his thick veiny cock slowly disappears. just half of it and heâs already going crazy. he missed this feeling. he missed feeling you around him, suffocating and taking all of his length.
âfuck, youâre so tight.â he groans and couldnât wait anymore as he did a hard thrust, reaching it deep.
your eyes widen at the sudden visitor making your mouth gap as well. heeseung took this chance to enter your mouth and he let out muffled curses because of how hot your lips feels around him. his brows narrowed closer to each other.
âshit.â he curses and take his time rutting his dick over your mouth. he was fighting back not to go too hard as he wants to go slow.
on the other hand, jakeâs the opposite. heâs going fast and deep making you see stars. you tried hard to keep on all fours, but you can feel your knees losing its strength, along with your arms.
as jake started to take it faster, making sure heâs hitting every delicious places inside you, heeseung decided to catch pace with him. the room was filled with your moans and the erotic slapping sounds of your bodies colliding each other.
âiâm f-fucking close...â jake hissed and laid his tongue out sexily. heeseung smirks and gets more aggressive on using your mouth to chase his own orgasm.
âme too.â heeseung.
you moaned and tightens your cunt and lips when you felt your own climax approaching. jakeâs breath became more heavy at the pleasure your hole is making him feel.
âfuck you feel so good like this, sweetheart.â he groans and slaps your butt then leans down to kiss your back, making sure to suck on the skin to leave a mark. his mark.
âso good for me.â he says, almost out of breath. âso damn good for all of us.â
and a few more deep thrust, jake released his hot cum inside you. heeseung throws his head back, cumming inside your mouth. the three of you are catching your breaths while he both tries to catch your highs. heeseung strokes your cheeks gently.
your knees gaves in and body collided to heeseungâs soft white sheets. jay steps in and made sure youâre all right.
âtired, angel?â heeseung whispered, smiling while looking at your shut eyes and breathing heavily.
jake pulls out, some of his cum dripping out from your hole. he kneels down to see it more clearly and groans at the sight of it. he licks two of his fingers and slides it in your hole, shoving his cum back. it made you jolt and moan, feeling too much.
he chuckles, âyou did good for me, sweets.â his eyes a lot more softer than before. he seems to calm down now.
âweâre not done yet.â heeseung mumbles that you responded with a light groan.
he ignored it and laid back at the edge of his bed, feet touching the floor.
âride me, angel.â he held your arm to guide you over his lap. you needed some help and the other boys were quick to assist you.
âtoo t-tired..â you manage to say. heeseung placed a chaste kiss at your cheeks.
âits okay, iâll do the work.â he assures you.
jake smirks meeting eyes with heeseung. he taps jayâs shoulder and tilted his chin towards the two of you.
âletâs do it, jay.â jake says excitedly. âfuck her other hole.â and he trudges towards heeseungâs side drawer.
sunghoon stood up with furrowed brows.
âwhat the fuck do you mean? we never tried it before.â he steps in. âare you sure she can handle that today?â
jake rolls his eyes and glanced at his friend for a while. he taps his chest and raised the bottle of lube. âyes. iâm sure our girl can handle it.â
âright, sweets?â he asks you.
you are not at the proper state of mind to respond or comprehend what theyâre talking about. your mind is too clouded with pleasure and the overstimulation is taking away your capability to understanding anything.
âangel?â heeseung gently calls you.
âhmm?â you hummed.
he chuckles, âjay and i are going to fuck you at the same time. is that okay?â
jokes on them because you canât even process anything. a nod is all you gave them. sunghoon gulped, a bit nervous but he canât deny that heâs also looking forward to it. heâs so sure youâll look so alluring having both your holes filled.
âsee? sheâs our big girl.â jake smirks and squats down to prep your hole. they donât really need a lot of the lube as youâre so wet from what jake just did moments ago and because youâre too aroused.
âdamn, so tight.â he mumbles after sliding his index finger inside as a test.
jay gulped, totally salivating. he pushes his friend away and positions himself.
âjust make sure to take it slow, man.â sunghoon reminded him, now starting to discard his clothes one by one.
âw-what...â youâre slowly going back to your senses, but it was too late.
heeseung slides his cock inside your pussy as jay puts the tip in front of your butt hole. your eyes slightly grow big and worry flashes your pretty face.
âh-huh?â youâre about to look back when jake cups your face. he smiles sweetly and kisses your lips.
âdonât be scared, sweets. weâll make sure you will feel good, okay?â his gaze too soft and hypnotizing.
its not that you donât want it. for the past months that youâve been under these boys, theyâve already corrupted you. behind those innocent looking eyes you flashes them is the dark desire of having them all to yourself.
sunghoon soon came into your view, âitâll be all right, doll.â he smiles and held your hand.
âhere i come, baby.â jayâs low voice ringed from behind you and as he says, he pushes forward.
âugh,â you groaned, hurting from the fresh stretch.
heeseung starts to slowly fuck from below you, just to ease some of the pain youâre going through.
âi-it hurts...â your eyes starts tearing up.
sunghoon glared at jake. âdid you even put enough lube?â he hissed at his friend.
jake caress your cheeks, âi did! its suppose to hurt, sweets. just like the first time when sunghoon took you.â he reminded with a slight bitterness on his tone.
sunghoon ignored his friend comments and focused on comforting you. he leans in and attached his lips on yours, tongue messily dancing with each other.
âfuck, so tight...â jay groaned, eyes shut from the pleasure of being squeezed inside you.
âher cunt is getting more tighter too, jay. keep going.â heeseungâs brows are narrowed from pleasure.
the sting is still there, but it became more tolerable as heeseung dicks you from below and sunghoon making out with you. eventually, theyâre sliding in and out smoothly.
âoh m-my gosh..â your eyes rolled at the back of your head from the intense pleasure you are having.
you cannot describe it. the way their big dicks are drilling you are making you crazy, feels like heaven.
âfuck.â jay and heeseung cursed hardly as they fuck you in sync.
jake salivates just by watching you getting used by them. you look beautiful. you look so hot. and you are his. you belong to them.
âiâm getting close, hyung.â jay growls and kept on rutting his cock inside you.
âme too.â heeseung leans and capture your breast to suck it.
âso good for us. such a good girl.â jay mumbles.
sunghoon pulls away to watch. âfuck.â
âyouâre so good, sweetheart.â jake whispers beside your face. you smiles and moans, trying to keep your eyes open to look at him.
your free hand reaches over his handsome face and cares it, âk-kiss me, jake.â his eyes darken and without hesitation he gaves in to your request.
a few moments, jay and heeseung came inside your holes together with you. both of your legs shakes and body collapsing on top of heeseung, panting so hard.
heeseung breaths in, taking your sweet scent. he pulls your face closer to make out as he kept sliding his dick inside, fucking his cum back.
your eyes already closed and almost passing out. he kisses your cheeks and smiles.
âjust one more, angel. can you do it for us?â he asks gently.
you nodded your head and he smiles, âgood girl.â
sunghoon helps you to get off from heeseung so he can replace him. jake made sure youâre stable enough as you straddle his lap. jay squats to clean you as his, heeseungâs and jakeâs cum drips all over the place.
âhey,â sunghoon calls softly and cups both of your cheeks. he tries to search for your eyes.
âjust one more, doll.â
you nodded your head, âp-please.â
âplease what, pretty?â
âplease make me feel g-good.â you look drunk on lust because youâre starting to sound demanding.
the boys chuckles, finding you adorable this way. sunghoon smiles, relieved that you seem to be fine. just exhausted.
âdefinitely, love.â he whispers. âthatâs what weâre all here for, doll. to make you feel good.â and he kissed your cheeks.
jake leans in and kisses your shoulderblades. âiâll fuck you too, sweets. okay?â
you nodded your head and props your head asking for a kiss. he chuckles and gave in, dropping a quick peck on your swollen lips.
âhold on tight on sunghoon, hmm?â heeseungâs back beside you.
you nodded and placed both of your hands on sunghoonâs broad shoulders. jay went inside the bathroom to start running a warm bath for you.
âiâll enter now.â sunghoon says and slides inside your pussy.
both of you moaned. jakeâs eyes darken as he position himself behind you, his aching tip dying to enter your other hole.
âhere i come, sweets.â and smoothly slides in as well. the three of you are a moaning mess.
your mind all blank and youâre starting to see stars already. the two of them fucked you rough and fast, not giving any mercy. the way they rutt their dicks are different from how they console you moments ago. they went fast, like theyâre chasing something.
âfuck, pussy so good.â sunghoon moans and kisses your shoulders, he opens his mouth then buries his fangs on your skin. oddly, it added to the pleasure.
âoh shit... so good sweetheart.â jakeâs brows draws closer to each other as he focuses on the view of his cock sliding inside your butt hole. it was so hot. the hottest thing heâs ever seen.
it went for a few more minutes. your moans and the skin slapping each other echoes through the whole room. it was so good. so damn good that you almost pass out due to too much pleasure and tiredness.
âiâm cumming.â sunghoon was the first one to announce.
âme too, dude!â jake and he reaches over your clit to rub it.
ânnghh,â you moaned, unable to even utter a single word anymore.
âsheâs choking me inside. sheâs close, jake. fuck faster.â sunghoon hissed and the two of them did it.
a few more seconds and they shoot their hot cums inside. jakeâs panting so hard, so is sunghoon. you completely fall over sunghoonâs body, eyes close shut.
âdoll?â sunghoon calls out between his heavy breaths.
you didnât respond so he slightly pulls away to check on you. he saw youâre already pass out so he smiled and kisses your cheeks gently.
âyou did good, doll.â he whispers.
jake pulls out and before cleaning himself, he grabbed the towel from jay and cleaned you. he leans over your face to kiss you softly with a warm smile on his face. âyou did so well, sweets.â
jay brushes away some hairs that sticked onto your pretty face, âthank you, baby. you did so well.â he whispers.
sunghoon helped putting you over heeseungâs arms and he walks inside the bathroom where the warm bath is waiting for you.
you groaned, âweâll just clean you before you rest, angel.â he assured and gently placed you at the bathtub.
you can feel your whole body aching, mind still fuzzy after all you did. despite everything, one question plays inside your mind.
âwhat are you for them?â
tricky one too. youâre dying to know, but at the same time youâre scared to find out. most of the times they are mean to you, makes you feel like their toy. but after how they acted moments ago, it raised confusion. a slight hope that they indeed care for you as much as you care for them ignites inside you.
you tried shoving that thought off. youâre too tired. maybe youâll ask them later. for now, youâre going to rest because they surely pushed you to your limit.
heeseung stares at your pretty face then smiles and caress your cheeks, âyou did so well for us, angel.â and kisses you once on your lips.
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YOU MAKE ME GO CRAZY OVER YOU !!
ŕ¨ŕ§Â -âş hey, that boy over there..isn't he the most popular student athlete on campus? how did you two meet, anyway?
pair -⺠jock/athlete! enhypen x fem! reader | wc -⺠3.5k (700 per member) | no warnings! | library
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â LEE HEESEUNG
im gonna sigh dreamily when i say heâs most DEF basketball captain.Â
yes ik i wrote about this in wrong number i dont CARE i will say it with my whole chestÂ
DORK DORK DORK but cute dork with lethal face card. smirks after making yet another basket and winks at you
age old question how tf did yall meet!!!Â
you pass by the gym and some guy on the way stops to talk to youÂ
like âhey i know you from somewhereâ
âyes heeseung we were partners from a project two weeks ago how do you not remember..âÂ
heâs embarrassed asf especially because he remembers a lot of peopleâs names
after that he wants to be in your good graces and be friends
totally not because he remembered how you did a lot of the work for said project no complaints!!
and he doesnât want you to rat him out to the teacher⌠or tell other people heâs not friendly
âhey y/n, come to my game? iâll do better if youâre there :)âÂ
you go only because you needed to complete an assignment while you were there at school anywaysÂ
but sometimes youâd see him laughing with his friends, or how serious he is on court and woah, heeseung looks cool for once
you wait for him after because you figured he needed you for somethingÂ
âawh, you wanted for me?â âi could be doing much better things.â âawh, come on y/n letâs get some ice cream! my treat since we get to spend time togetherâÂ
heâs annoying but you let him tag around because he doesnât bother you LOL
more under the cut!
drags you along when he practices alone so he can have some company
you like the company and the white noise too
you definitely doubt if he likes you because he is SUCH A FLIRT but no he DOES! he writes a confession on a basketball and âmissesâ so you can catch it
you pass it back without seeing the messageÂ
but heeseung keeps missing and it almost hits you on the head and youâre like âdude you SUCK hello??â he says âoh lol maybe itâs the ballâ byee why was he smooth with it!!!!
you check the message and roll your eyesÂ
âif i make this you have to kiss meâ you tell him and youâre about to shoot but he picks you up and brings you right next o the next to let you throw it in and then kisses u!!!!
not to be like oh im writing an smau on basketball captain heeseung but.. *tucks hair behind ear*Â
most definitely tries to be mysterious and cool when youâre datingÂ
dribbles in front of you, trick shots, runs up to you when youâre alone, gives you one kiss between ever basket he makesÂ
teaches you how to play!!!!
ABSOLUTELY lights up when someones mentions you when you two date
âoh yeah my partner in math is ___âÂ
âomg ___?? the love of my life ___??âÂ
you lowk have to drag him away i fearÂ
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â PARK JONGSEONGÂ
baseball captain *faints*Â
enhypen x mariners and him speaking in englishâŚso you want me DECEASEDÂ
baseball captain jay and you who attends his games because jake aka ur friend on the team knows you have nothing better to doÂ
âi bet you wonât make it even to five games before buying cotton candyâ jake says because you have a MASSIVE sweet toothÂ
you tried really hard because $15 and a burger was on the lineÂ
and you kept coming becauseâŚwell there was a cute captain who always knew how to rally his teammates and get them excitedÂ
also great sportsmanship and was super friendly to everyone!Â
definitely got mad when the umpire makes a wrong callÂ
sharp reaction times. EVEN SHARPER JAW.Â
of course you stared! of course you were not paying attention to whatever jake was saying about his test after their game..how could you when jay was doing his lopsided smile as his friend pats him on the shoulder from ten feet away??
one time you come early because theyâre practicing on the field and you see jay and jake passing to each other
jay just so effortlessly throwing the ballâŚoh my god
heâs just so perfect and jake cheers from the sidelines because he knows his captain pays attention to every single person who has stepped foot on the baseball field iNCLUDING YOU
you come up to jake after the fourth game, showing him you still had your $5 and your tongue wasnât stained with any blue or pink
jay comes over, arm thrown around jakeâs shoulder as he waves and smiles to youÂ
dark hair with a twinge of sweat as he runs a hand through it, pulling it back to place on his capÂ
JAY IN A BASEBALL CAP *faints again*
he walks you out to the parking lot and asks what the $5 in your pocket is for because he keeps seeing you pull it outÂ
you explain your whole bet to him and he nods
next game. before it starts. he gets you cotton candy and makes sure it gets to you somehowÂ
you smile and youâre all giddy when you eat it because thereâs a p.j. on the cap and heâs just so cuteÂ
jake doesnât say anything he already knows itâs happening between you two.Â
jay finally writes on a baseball and tells you to catch, and it says âletâs dateâ and you grab a sharpie and scribble âkiss me firstâÂ
OH YEAH HE WALKS OVER AND KISSES YOU.Â
soon every game instead of cotton candy itâs his baseball cap when itâs sunny, his jacket when youâre cold, baseballs with notes on them, and roses for his girlfriend aka youuuuuÂ
jay is such a romantic and he is not afraid to show itÂ
he orders custom jerseys that say jay/n on the back with the day you got together!!!!!Â
BEST BOYFRIEND EVERRRRRR
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â SIM JAEYUN
rugby player jake but he has dark long hair let that settle inÂ
campus flirt campus playboy but in reality he doesnât go on dates and nothing really happens past the smiles, heâs just super popular
you are also pretty well known! a little flirty but super sweet and your charm and how expressive and open you are with other people is what people like!
and he sees you cheering with your friend who he remembers is dating someone from the team
rugby has no gear so he just runs like no tomorrowÂ
smiling in the sun or determined stare as he talks to his team, you never knowÂ
he yells either in frustration, victory, or defeat, literally will never be silentÂ
so after a game you follow your friend down to the railing and she has her little moments with her boyfriendÂ
and you and jake kind of awkwardly stand there for a momentÂ
he wipes his sweat off with a towel and smiles at you, cracking the iceÂ
âhow long have you had to deal with that?â he points over to themÂ
you shrug and tell him âhowever long youâve been dealing with itâ he laughsÂ
oh wow his smile when heâs right in front of you is just so prettyÂ
and his little chuckle as he shakes his head and looks back up at youÂ
âwho do you watch on the field?â he asks, with a little smirk because he likes youÂ
âwhoever catches my attentionâ you tell him also smilingÂ
oh its a CHALLENGE. he will make sure to run on the side of the field youâre watching from, winking at you on the field, ugh just everythingÂ
you come to a party at the end of the season to celebrate and he sees youÂ
âyou came!!â super happy and makes sure you are next to him all the timeÂ
ây/n you know the teammates, yeah?â you smile and congratulate themÂ
he leaves to get you a soda/water and jungwon leans inÂ
âjake LOVES to talk about you by the wayâÂ
âyeah he always says how pretty you are in the library or in class, he likes when your friend comes because that means you come with herâ
heeseung nods, âsuper into you, no jokeâÂ
jake comes back trying to play it off âwhoâs into y/n?âÂ
you poke at his shoulder and smile, âyouâ and heâs all bashful and gigglyÂ
loves to call himself ây/nâs girlfriendâÂ
âsorry, i canât i have to buy flowers for y/nâ âsorry y/n needs me to help her studyâ âsorry y/n needs a ride hereâ STUCK TO YOUR HIP
ofc he doesnât abandon his friends but he loves spending time with you :3
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â PARK SUNGHOON
sunghoonâs reputation proceeds himâcold on the court and just as reserved off of it
ugh heâs so annoying, he always has his bag in the same spot as yours and he always is at the water filling station with hos annoying 32oz bottle before you
also hogs that automatic tennis ball throwing machine like how are YOU supposed to practice tennis tooÂ
âhey i need thatâ he furrows his eyebrows and shrugsÂ
âi was here firstâ âwhat are you twelve????â sunghoon tells you âget here earlier next time thenÂ
oh yeah. for the next week you ran to the courts everytime to get it before himÂ
one day he sees you and races you to the gates and you beat himÂ
sulky after as if his career is over
definitely varsity and one of the best, but he never approaches girls after his games
one time you go to a menâs game because itâs one of the most anticipated of the seasonÂ
its neck to neck, third set with 40-adv, sunghoonâs serve
he chases after that ball and sends it over, it barely hits the net and tumbles over, AND HE WINSSSS BRAHHHHHÂ
even if you hate him you will admit that he made the game extremely interestingÂ
you see his friends congratulate him and you notice that he never gets his clothes dirtyÂ
always wears white to practiceâpristine asfÂ
secretly he loves watching you too
even if you hate him for getting on your nerves some days and almost never doing more than bare minimum, you cannot lie and say sunghoon isnât a huge inspirationÂ
just as you are to himÂ
sunghoon thinks your tenacity and passion for tennis is what makes you so fun to watchÂ
so even if he has homework, he goes to a game of yours and comes down to the court after the gameÂ
bumps your shoulder after, âgood game, y/nâ and youâre like ?? âyouâre here?â and heâs sooo nonchalant when he says âof course, i canât miss a fun game can i?âÂ
thereâs a fun mixed doubles tournament for a whole gift basket of things and you come up to himÂ
âhey letâs pair upâ and he grinsÂ
you two play each other for practice and youâve tied the score so many times youâve lost count
and sunghoonâs a little annoying but oh lord heâs so attrative??? so maybe he wasnât THAT annoyingâŚ
mixed doubles tourney rolls around and oh yeah. you two win.
you know much he likes natto and you say âhere you take the nattoâ he shakes his head âno you eat it all the timeâ
you two bicker and you say âfine lets just share it!â and to your surprise..he opens the package and just mixes it all inÂ
you two sit and share the natto, then he tells you he thinks youâre pretty cool on courtÂ
you raise your eyebrow cuz where is this coming from!! and he rolls his eyesÂ
ânevermind maybe youâre only bright on the courtâÂ
âhey whatâs that supposed to mean!!!â you take the natto and eat all of it LMFAO and then he pouts because noo his natto!!!
you kiss his cheek. itâs ok everything is ok now he is a happy boyÂ
âyouâre my matchâ you write on a tennis ball pin and he keeps it on his bag like his life DEPENDS on it
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â KIM SUNOO
THE CUTEST VOLLEYBALL SETTER EVERÂ
i hate to be like oh youâve had the fattest crush on him for like two months BUT ITS TRUEÂ
youâre on yearbook and you make an excuse to go see sunoo play!!
you two met when you were at a volleyball game and you told him to smile, but heâs one of those guys who says âwait delete that take another one!!âÂ
and ofc you agree, snapping a few cute photos of him
he posts to his social media, tagging you with a cute song saying âthanks photographer :3âÂ
and so you it begins, your small little crush on him..
he loves seeing you at his games, always makes sure to wave to you on the courtÂ
hey so setter sunoo is insanely good at what he doesÂ
so graceful when he places a NASTY setter dump on the other team, a glare shot at one of the other teamâs members bad-mouthing him, but a glowing smile as he high-fives all his teammates!Â
super supportive, and you loveee that about him!! he cares so much about everyone it makes your heart warmÂ
âhere, letâs eat together,â you tell him, and you bring him some noodles you made because he said he was craving someÂ
he smiles at you and sits down, beginning to slurp slurp slurp and SCOREEE he loves itÂ
âthanks y/n, let me treat you some time :)â UGH DEAD DEADÂ
KIM SUNOO KING OF FLOAT SERVESÂ
huge smile on his face when it lands where it needs to, he loves that feeling of satisfaction and soaks up all of your praise after his games are overÂ
he slips out of practice sometimes to see what youâre doing in yearbook, and heâll take your camera to tell you to smile as he takes pics
someone in your class tells you too to look overfor a photo , so he loops an arm around your shoulders to pull you close and smileÂ
AND OH EM GEE UR LIKE TOTALLY GEEKING OUT OVER IT HELLO??????/Â
you ask her to print you a copy of it to save in your scrapbook, but sunoo cuts in and asks for another oneÂ
âi like seeing youâ DEAD IN A DITCH esp when he smiles at you and then runs off to practice before he gets in trouble
so competitive on the court and it makes him a little sulky when he losesÂ
âargh i did so bad todayâ heâd tell you, but in your eyes hello kim sunoo could do no wrong!! and you share your snacks while reassuring himÂ
he swears tho, ânooo, i had to look cool for you!â and youâre tired of hearing him say and do all of these sweet things and straight upÂ
âwhy?â âwhat do you mean, y/n?â âwhy do you want to look cool for me?â âwell i liked you duh!âÂ
but sunoo never wanted to confess, he was too scared he wasnât good yet at showing you all of his perfect bf traitsÂ
WELL HE THOUGHT WRONG!! heâs been perfect from d1 so now he just sneaks in like 40 kisses before every gameÂ
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â YANG JUNGWON
see so jungwon, heâs been a little FLIRTY as of recently.Â
âyou like older guys? but im a younger guy with rhythmâ WHAT THE FKSCNHDJFD
whatever. anyways jungwon focuses on badminton like itâs a lifelineÂ
hitting birdies in his sleep would be smth he would do if he could, he loves how aggressive he can be in the sport without moving too much, lots of strategy involvedÂ
you come to one of his games because your friend is on the other team, and you want to cheer him on
but jungwon notices youâre literally from his school??Â
isnât it weird youâre going to a game for someone on the other teamâŚ
so he sets off a planÂ
he goes to you after the game before your friend can
âhey, how come you donât support anyone on our teamâ so straight to the point helpÂ
and you tilt your head in confusion because âwell i donât know anyone from the team and youâre all scaryâ
scary??? jungwon makes it his personal mission to debunk that cuz no one is SCARYÂ
maybe sunghoon but thatâs because heâs varsity 1 and the best player within 150 miles but whatever
he makes it his mission to wave to you when he sees you and when heâs sat next to you in one of your classes heâs like yay perfÂ
âyouâre the guy from that badminton game huh?â âis that a good or bad thingâÂ
you shrug âwhatever you want it to beâÂ
and he asks you to go to his next game but if he wins, you have to support the team and if he losesÂ
and you stare at him like âwtf do i get out of itâÂ
jungwon did NOT think about thatÂ
he promises to buy you a snack afterÂ
and itâs free food so you canât complainÂ
you two talk more and he finds out you used to play badminton before you hurt your ankle and wanted to focus on schoolÂ
so he takes you to practice and gives you one of his expensive rackets
lowk falling in love everytime you laugh and chase the birdieÂ
jungwon pretends to hate chasing after it but heâll still hit it back even if itâs out of bounds because he doesnât want to waste your time picking it up
you two sit down and you tell him how fun it was to be able to play, and how much you missed it from your childhoodÂ
your school holds a small festival where other school athletes go against your team modified lighting roundsÂ
paired with vendors and fun carnival stands, but the main attractions are always the variety of sports to watch
jungwon is one of the representatives from your school but so is your friend from the other school, so itâs heated when they play
you tie a ribbon around his racket (curtesy of sunghoon for helping you out) and write a note saying âif you do good ill cheer for youâÂ
AND HE WINS. so you keep your end of the bargain and cheer for him after the game is over, giving him a high five and a hug
he walks with you and asks about what you two are BECAUSE THIS IS A DATE this is date behaviorÂ
âof course i like you won who wouldnâtâ
letâs just say he gives u little kisses all over when you two are alone sigh so cute
Ëŕ¨ŕ§âď˝ĄË â NISHIMURA RIKI
heâs been on the soccer team ever since he was a freshman and even before, retaining his cute features and mischievous personalityÂ
when you became assistant manager you were scared but your brother heeseung was on the team and your mom told you to look after him at schoolÂ
and riki takes after heeseung a LOT when they play and heeseung even goes as far as inviting riki overÂ
so rikiâs super good at soccer by the time heeseung leaves, but he also has this small crush on you that heeseungâs told you aboutÂ
you just never said anything because you never had a reason to nor were you uncomfortable with itÂ
but junior year hits and riki comes back from winter break with pitch black hair all styledÂ
alsoâŚa lot taller than you. and no more baby fatÂ
and you paid attention to some of it because you saw him for practice, but the hair really did itÂ
during practice he loves to mess with you saying things like âcan you fill up my water y/n pleaseeeeâ âno you have two feetâ âill win the next game against ____ if you get me waterâ âiâll kick you off the team if you donât winâÂ
he sighs and gets up, glaring down at you and you try not to let his playful stare affect you, but SOMETHING was different something was in the air
if riki doesnât play good, itâs because his team manager aka you is NOT thereÂ
you come back the next day to find out he was sulking and didnât play super well because you werenât encouraging him
âgo run a lap, rikiâ and HE DOES JUST THAT âgo practice on the field by yourselfâ
âhow about you ask me to date you nextâ he grumblesÂ
and you HEAR him. loud and clear.Â
but youâre like agh what if he doesnât mean it what if heâs just jokingÂ
at the next game he does super well and you congratulate the whole teamÂ
yas team hybe eatsÂ
you two are getting ready to go home when he finally brings it up
âyou heard what i said on tuesdayâ and you know exactly what he meansÂ
âyep.â âso why didnât you say anything backâ âi didnât know if you were being seriousâ
he scoffs ây/n when have i ever not been serious about youâ Â
he opens your door even if heâs passenger princessÂ
makes fun of you for how much closer you need the wheel to be to drive
YAYYYY Y/NKI IS REAL
he loves to drape an arm around your shoulder walking around schoolÂ
acts as if heâs older when you two are literally the same age HELPÂ
reblogs/interactions are appreciated always!
have some shameless self promo for my spiderman!riki fic!
and my upcoming jake fic!
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Hey, just wanted to say that I really enjoyed reading through your limbus "Liveblog(?)" Always entertaining to see someone's first time through a PM game
Thanks! I've been immensely enjoying the game so far.
#fish asks#i've been trying to fill in the hole another gacha game has left and so far limbus has surprisingly been good!#i've been liking the story and all the sinners have captivated my attention with what is going on with all of them#the gameplay is interesting and pretty fun even though i thought it wasn't my thing in the first place#the sxf and the music slaps so hard#i like the violence and murder. hehehe#and grinding isn't that tedious as said other gacha game#you can quickly breeze through the dungeons if you have enough enkephalin to spare and all#i still love genshin and i have nothing against it but the burnout has hit me hard#the back to back events and new stuff and lore every patch exhausted me i suppose#its a big game and trying to keep up with all the stuff- even the characters and lore im fixated on just got tiring to me#i still look into the fandom sometimes but its not exactly the forefront of my interests any more#limbus is a breath of fresh air to me because yeah its tied with the other project moon games i don't feel the need to parse through twelve#dozen contexts for why this is this and that is that idk#my deepest apologies this turned into a rant about my genshin burnout lmao
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wet dreamz || sim jaeyun x reader
note: 18+ mdni!! yâall know the song lol changed it up a lil for the story tho :P this turned out longer than i expected and maybe needs a part two (??? lmk) also this is my first time writing full smut so i hope itâs not too bad and that yâall enjoy anyway okayy gn :3 not proofread sorry!! | pt.2 here |
this had honestly never happened to jake before; waking up in his bed, heart racing, covered in sweat, and pants soaked.
he just couldnât help it though.
you hadnât even noticed him before you got partnered up for a project. but him? oh, his eyes were on you the second you walked through that door on the first day of class.
how pretty you looked laughing with your friends. the sweet smell of your perfume as you walked past. the way you always got the answers right when you got called on. it started off so innocent, just a little campus crush.
after you became partners, everything changed though. the project went perfectly, of course, with both of you acing the class it was easy. but after it was over, you didnât go back to sitting with your friends like jake thought you would. you stayed there, right next to him, every day.
you became friends. you exchanged phone numbers and you hung out quite often in the library or student center. the more time you spent together, the more jakeâs want for you grew.
jake just didnât understand how you could be so effortlessly perfect for him though.
you, on the other hand, knew exactly what you were doing. youâd observed jake long enough to know that heâs probably never made it past second base with a girl.
the way heâd turn red when youâd scoot over touching your thighs to his. the way his mouth went dry when youâd lean over his desk in a very low cut shirt. even the way heâd stare at your lips after you applied your lip gloss.
all the things you purposefully did to get his attention. because obviously how could you not go after him, he was just your type. sweet, nerdy guy who was also extremely hot.
and so far, you were doing an excellent job at it. but you were getting a little impatient with him, so you decided to tell him about this loser guy who took you out the other day. and fuck it, you decided to slip it into the conversation that he couldnât even make you finish.
you smiled when the text bubbles appeared and disappeared over and over again. how cute.
jakeyjakey: donât let someone like that take you out again.
you: ikr. need to find someone who can get the job doneâŚ
jakeyjakey: if you gave me the chance y/n, iâd show you a great time.
it definitely wasnât expected but who were you to complain when this is exactly what you wanted. so you let him know that your roommate would be gone visiting family this weekend & that maybe he should come overâŚ
so he went to bed that night, thinking about the weekend coming up. thinking about you.
and he had a sweet, sweet dream. it was so realistic too. the way your pillows smelled like you as he laid back on them with you on his lap. how soft your thighs were as his fingers grazed over them. your eyes darker than heâs ever seen them, and your voice so quiet he could barely hear it over his heartbeat.
he felt the coil in his stomach tighten the second your lips were on his. you tasted like strawberries (or at least thatâs what he thought youâd taste like because of your pink gloss).
you held his face gently as you kissed him. and your tongue slipped inside his mouth so easily when he let out a deep moan for you. his eyes squeezed shut as he felt you grind down on him. your pace speeding up the longer his lips were on yours.
âjake,â you panted, he didnât know he could want to hear your voice more but you proved him wrong with the way you sounded right now. âcan you touch me?â
he couldâve came right then but he took a deep breath to compose himself and nodded, his eyes not leaving yours. he dragged his hands up your thighs and under your skirt, stopping at your ass to give it a squeeze to which you let out a whine.
giving his confidence a boost, he kept going up with one of his hands, pressing down on your lower back to close the small distance between your bodies and grinding up into you.
he broke the kiss to look down between your bodies and saw your hands working on unbuttoning his pants. he didnât know how his breathing could become even more ragged but it did. especially so when he felt your cold hands pull his cock out of his pants, and he had to look away. he squeezed his eyes shut trying to focus but how could he with your delicate hands stroking him so perfectly.
âjakey, you said youâd show me a good time,â you said, looking up at him with those irresistible eyes of yours. fuck, fuck was all jake could think as he rolled you over, positioning himself between your legs.
âi know i did, angel,â he whispered by your ear, placing a kiss right below it. he reached under your skirt, then pulled your underwear all the way down your legs. âiâll take care of you, donât worry.â
he lined himself up quickly, not wanting to look like heâd never done this before. then he leaned down for a quick peck making you smile into the kiss and hearing that pretty little laugh he loves to hear. now he could push in gently and it was easier than he thought itâd be.
there was still resistance though because you were tight. so tight he had to drop his head down beside you and just breathe for a second. he could honestly just stay here forever, his cock buried so deep in you. he loved the feeling more than he expected.
you placed a hand on the nape of his neck, fingers tangled in his hair, your other hand soothing his arm that supported his weight above you. and he wanted this you always, every day, never wanted to hear you talk about another man again.
so he started thrusting into you, slow but hard thrusts. with you squeezing his arm, pulling on his hair, and moaning out his name, he was a goner for sure. âyes, thatâs what i wanna hear,â he said, lips on yours as he kissed you again.
he kissed on your neck, and brought his hand down to rub circles on your clit just like in the videos he studied for you. he never heard your voice this loud before, couldnât believe the way you looked with your head thrown back as you came around him.
he was close now too, knew his thrusts were getting sloppier. but you wrapped your legs around his waist, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. âgod, youâre so good for me,â he whined.
âiâm so close,â he said, kissing you again as you put your arms around his neck. then he heard you whisper something that he didnât quite catch, he leaned in closer so you could repeat it.
âbabe, please come in me,â you whispered. and thatâs all it took for him to come undone, a moaning mess as he filled you up. he was panting at this point, trying to regulate his breathing.
and unfortunately thatâs exactly how he woke up. in his own bed, heart racing, covered in sweat, and pants soaked. only one thing, or more specifically, person on his mind.
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Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader
Warnings: Cheating, oral(female receiving), fingering
18+ Minors DNI!
"What's got you pissed off?" Mattheo asked as you entered his dorm, tossing your bag to the side.
"Harry." You said as you sat on the chair at his desk. "Let's just do this stupid project." you sighed.
"What did Harry do?" He asked, pulling your chair closer to him as he sat on the bed.
"He acts all superior because he's 'The Boy Who Lived' and he's starting to treat me like I'm not a priority. I'm not asking for all his attention, just some. And his lack of affection. It's like he's too embarrassed to be seen with me." You looked up at him, he looked really concerned. "I need a better boyfriend."
"I can be a better boyfriend than him." He said.
"You hate me." You looked at him, confused.
"I hate him. I've wanted you since the day we met." He said, placing his hands on your thighs.Â
"How can you be better than him?" You asked, looking in his eyes.
"I would treat you like a priority. I'd worship you, treat you like a princess." He moved off the bed to kneel in front of you, parting your legs to get closer. "I would never be embarrassed to be seen with you. I know your interests and your favorite things like food, and music, and movies, and books. I'd spoil you, get you anything you want." He looked up at you as he pressed kisses to your thighs. Your breath hitched at the sight and feeling.
"Mattheo." You said softly.
"Let me show you how much better I can be." He said, pressing another kiss on your inner thigh.
"How?" You asked, your voice shaky.
"I can make you feel so good, better than Potter ever could." He pressed another kiss higher up on your other leg.
"I-I don't know. Harry-" Your brain cut off when You felt his finger brush over your clit through your panties.
"Shhh. Just let me make you feel good." He said quietly, softly rubbing over your panties still. You nodded as your mind blanked. He gave you a smile. "That's it." He straightened up and kissed you, pulling you in with a hand on the back of your neck. It was rough and passionate. He bit your lip, using your yelp to slip his tongue into your mouth. You kissed like that for a few moments before he kissed down to your neck, leaving wet kisses there. "Lift up for a second." You lifted your hips up and he slid off your panties, flipping up your skirt as you sat back down. "So pretty." He said before he pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing slow circles.
"Mattheo." You breathed out his name.
"I could hear you say my name like that for the rest of my life." He said as he looked up at you. He pulled you forward on the chair by your thighs, putting them over his shoulders before licking a stripe up your pussy, earning a moan from you. He focused on your clit, licking and sucking it before he slipped a finger in you without warning.
"Oh, god, Mattheo." You moaned as you gripped his hair. He smiled as he continued licking you.
"You sound so hot." He groaned, slipping another finger in you as he continued pumping them in and out. His thumb found your clit again as he rubbed circles on it.
"That feels so good." You threw your head back as you moaned.
"Eyes on me, baby." Mattheo said as he reached his free hand up to pull your chin down so you looked at him. "God, you look so fucked out and I haven't even stretched you out on my cock yet."
"I'm gonna cum if you don't stop." You warned, your legs shaking over his shoulders.
"I got you, baby. Cum on my fingers." He leaned back down and replaced his thumb with his mouth.
"Oh, fuck." You moaned as he sucked your clit again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Mattheo." You moaned before your orgasm hit you. You cried out his name as your legs tried closing around him. You kept your eyes on him until they rolled back in pleasure, throwing your head back as well.
"Good girl." He cooed as you came down from your high. He had kept your legs open with his free hand, using the other one to finish out your orgasm. "You look so beautiful when you cum. Gonna need you to do that on my cock." He said as he stood, lifting you up off the chair to move you to his bed, standing between your legs. He quickly slid off his shirt before moving to his pants. You were about to take off your clothes when he stopped you. "That's my job." He pulled your top off and made quick work of your bra. "So fucking beautiful." He said before sliding your skirt off. You felt your face heat up from everything and he cupped your cheeks gently. "I am going to absolutely wreck you and ruin you for anyone else but me."
"Mattheo." You breathed out his name again.
He pressed his thumb to your clit again, You hissed at the contact, sensitive from the last orgasm.
"Too much." You warned, grabbing his wrist.
"It's fine, baby." He said, eyes on your pussy. He grabbed your hand, bringing it to his cock, already hard and leaking precum. You wrapped your hand around it and reveled in the sheer size of it for a moment.
"Oh, god." You muttered. "It's so big."
"You can handle it, sweetheart." He smiled.
"I don't know."
"Am I much bigger than your boyfriend Potter?" He asked with a cocky smile.
"I don't know." You admitted.
"You haven't had sex with him yet?" You shook your head. "With anyone?" You shook your head again. You felt him get harder in your hand. "Oh, I am definitely going to ruin you." He pushed you back gently so you laid down and he lined up at your entrance. He pushed in slowly as you moaned.
"Fuck, you're so big." You moaned as he bottomed out.
"You're so fucking tight. Stop clenching." He groaned.
"Can't help it."
"You're gonna fucking kill me." He said before grabbing your legs to hold around his waist. He slowly started thrusting, dragging out until just his tip was in before thrust back in hard. You moaned loudly with each thrust, feeling him so deep in you. "Your pussy is fucking loving this, desperately sucking me back in to try to keep me inside."
"If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna cum so much quicker." Your hands gripped at the sheets.
"Fuck, Mattheo, so fucking good." You moaned.
"That's the goal, darling." He smiled, speeding up his thrusts. "You look so much better like this than yelling at me."
"You don't like when I yell?"
"I do, it's so hot. You don't know how many times I've pictured just shutting you up with my cock." He groaned.
"Touch your clit." He ordered. You followed and began rubbing at your clit, moaning loudly. "You're so good for me, baby. Tell me, could Potter ever make you feel this good?" You shook your head. "I said tell me, baby."
"Fuck, no, only you can." You cried out at a sharp thrust.
"That's fucking right. Only I can. Whose fucking pussy is this?" He pushed your hand to rub at your clit.
"Yours. All fucking yours, Mattheo."
"Such a quick learner."
"Gonna cum, fuck." Your legs started shaking again.
"Fucking cum on my cock, baby. Wanna feel it. Come on." He urged as he rubbed faster at your clit.
"Fuck." You yelled before cumming, crying out his name as your eyes rolled back.
"That's it, good fucking girl." He rode out your high before pulling out and cumming on your stomach. "You look so fucking good painted with my cum." He smiled as he stared at his cum on you.
"That felt so good." You said as your body relaxed onto the mattress.
"I can make you feel this good whenever you want. You just have to leave Potter." He said, smoothing his hands up and down your thighs.
"And then what?" You asked.
"Date me. Let me take care of you." He said, completely serious.
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