#hellooooo mister

[afraidcircus]

@unofficial-trader-joes @barrkcaat @jam-jam

cracks him like a glowstick

[just-a-simple-dyke]

Chanwon being friends with so many flop idols is so fucking funny to me how does he even know these guys🤔🤔

[lovejosephquinn]

Authors Note: This took me 5 hours so I hope you enjoy, I'm really hoping you all enjoy it since I've hyped it up no end lmao 💀🥰

Summary: After a bad break up, your best friend Joe is there to pick up the pieces, the best friend you could ever have hoped for. Except falling for him wasn't ever planned but it's impossible not to when he makes it feel so damn easy

Warnings: reference to cheating, mild violence and angst, fluff and smut. All the categories mixed into one, under 18's DNI. Friends to lovers trope

Word Count: 4.8k

Taglist: @eddiemunson-mylove @choke-me-eddie @quinnypixie @capricornrisingsstuff @ali-r3n @aol19 @aysheashea @wonderheartz @shawnamae87

Something in the back of your mind knew it was a bad idea taking back your ex boyfriend, you'd contemplated the idea of not doing it but you listened to your head more than your heart and instead of standing up for yourself, you'd played into his hands and found yourself heartbroken yet again. You just never seem to learn and clearly this was your own problem to deal with, he'd cheated on you the first time and as the saying goes; once a cheat always a fucking cheat.

You fell to the floor the moment you received the direct message from the random girl who'd sent you a video, him and her together, doing the dirty. She'd found out from a mutual friend of a friend that he was already in a relationship and decided to come clean to you. Not that it made the situation any better, but at least she understood the girl code of sisters before misters.

You sobbed, hugging your knees, your mind all over the place, intrusive thoughts, valid feelings that you were sure to be having; yet there in one respect was nobody to blame but yourself. He'd given you a form of anxiety since the first time he'd done this to you, but it's hard to get out of feeling for someone once you're deep in it, your walls come crashing down once you've entrusted the person you're supposed to be with and then they break you as easily as they fixed you in the beginning.

The whole time you weren't sure whether you wanted to be alone but at the same time you didn't know if you needed the company to help you escape these disgustingly real thoughts which alluded your brain. You had a comfort blanket, your best friend. You didn't want to bother him and once you'd told him you knew he was likely to kick off at you and say the dreaded words of I told you so. It was irritating to know that he was that way inclined, but you knew he'd be right, you'd of probably done the same thing if it were the other way around.

You looked a mess, tears stained your soft cheeks which felt hot to the touch, you felt like you were going to throw up, your hands were shaking, you'd thrown your phone to the other side of your bedroom after receiving the message, screaming in the space of your new found loneliness. It should surely hurt less the second time but it doesn't, it feels worse. You were stupid.

You crawled over to your phone in hope that it'd sort your problems out, you knew you had to make the call, you needed your best friend by your side even if it meant him pissing you off. You looked pathetic, making those stupid whimpering sounds whilst you moved forward, settling yourself on your knees, you pressed onto your contacts, onto Joe's name and your thumb hovered over the green phone icon.

Through blurry eyes you did it and the tone began to blast through your speaker, you heard his voice immediately after which calmed you more than you could've imagined. It was like you'd lost your voice, a simple hello was not easy to respond to when you were in the midst of an almost panic attack. You could've just pretended like you'd pocket dialled him and ended the call, but you just couldn't find it in yourself to hang up on the one person you relied on when you were in such a mess.

"Y/N? Hellooooo?"

"I- I-" You stuttered out, a sharp breath following.

"Are you ok love?"

Your tears immediately resumed on queue. Calmness disintegrating.

"I'll take that as a-"

"No. No I'm not." You interrupted quickly, finishing his sentence for him.

"What the fuck did he do to you?" Joe was quick in assuming and quite right to his guess in why you weren't sounding great.

"What makes you think-"

"Don't play dumb with me darling, I recognise that tone of your voice from the last time that dick hurt you. I swore to you last time I'd let it go, but you made a mistake in going back to him, you forgave him and I know that cry when I hear it."

You absolutely detested how he knew you so well, for the good and for the bad.

"Hit the nail on the head there Joey." You sniffled your nose followed by another hitch of your throat, you dragged yourself over to the wall, backing yourself onto it, reinstituting your previous position, knees back up to your chest.

"I knew it. Do I need to go and commit a crime?" You closed your eyes and shook your head, for all you knew Joe was being serious and would get himself into trouble just for you, he was just that involved in your friendship, cared for you like nobody ever had.

"No. Please don't." You could've sounded like you were begging for him to not, but at the same time you'd of done anything to watch Joe punch his lights out for what he'd done to you.

"And are you going to stop me?"

"Look, I just need you here with me. Are you going to get off of your high horse and do your best friend duties?"

"Are you going to take him back again?"

"No." You sighed.

"No offence, but I'll believe it when I see it." You could've heard a pin drop, way to break your heart even further Joe.

"Please just come over and give me one of those special hugs, I could really do with that shit right now, not with your sarcastic tone of voice that I know and hate."

Joe hummed a snigger, you knew he was trying to joke around with you, but you were having none of it.

"I'm on my way, stay put." Joe ended the call, not like you were going anywhere in this state, but you could only handle being alone for so much longer before you broke down into a state where in the present you weren't sure you could come back from. The best part is that you were just presupposing that Joe was as free as a bird for you, but regardless to your own knowledge; this man would end whatever he was doing at the drop of a hat to be next to you.

You felt like you'd waited a lifetime for the knock at your door and when it came you found some energy to get up off your ass and answer it, the person you'd least expected to be there stood before you.

"Well you look a state." You've got to be fucking joking.

"Get the fuck away from me, I never want to see you again." You bellowed loudly, not even feeling an ounce of quiet in you, the anger seeping out quite abruptly.

"What're you on about?" Oh so he wanted to play dumb.

"Once a cheat always a cheat, get out of my life, I gave you one more chance and you blew it."

"Have you any proof?" He chuckled and you could've swung for him there and then.

You clutched your phone, bringing it up to unlock it with your face ID, pushing the video brightly showing on the screen, the noises that made you want to barf were shattering. His eyes grew wide. Your now ex boyfriend took your phone from your grasp and launched it across the room where it hit the nearby wall, a smash of glass was apparent in it's fall to the ground.

"No proof then." What a malicious bastard.

"How dare you." You ball your fist, bringing it up to and smashing straight into his cheek, violence is never the answer as your mum has taught you through life, but god knows he deserved it.

"Touch me again bitch I fucking dare you." Before you could even step back, his hand was wrapped around your throat, pulling you up onto your tip toes and throwing you back toward the wall your phone had landed. You saw your life flashing before your eyes, not once would you have ever imagined he'd lay a finger on you, a defence mechanism maybe for you striking him? You couldn't be making excuses because there were none for his own violent behaviour, except a pure guilty conscience.

"Get- off- me!" You stuttered as his grip intensified.

"Don't think you're ending things, you won't be going anywhere, you'll come back, you proved by doing that this time." How was he that entitled? You'd took him back based on the bullshit he'd fed you that he'd changed; where as you'd learnt he had not.

"You're- a- fucking- joke." You wheezed, an evil burst of laughter breaking out from the depths of your lungs.

"Takes one to know one." Suddenly, he was launched backwards, a thunderous screech was heard from him and he lost his grip on you and fell to the floor from the force in which he was manoeuvred back.

"Get the fuck off her if you know what's good for you mate." Your ex looked up to see Joe towering over him, a quick shoot of a look to you from your best friend he saw the sorrow in your eyes as you held onto your throat, catching the oxygen that you'd solely missed for a couple of minutes.

"Oh look, your best friend who clearly fancies you to the rescue, surprised you didn't fuck him whilst you were with me." Joe bent down slightly, taking a hold of his t-shirt and bringing him up to his feet back on eye level.

"You're a waste." Joe's pupils had dilated into a state of anger in which you'd never seen before, a different side to him in which you quite enjoyed, way over protective and way over his usual adorable state he carried 99.9% of the time.

"What you gonna do you pussy?" Your ex egged him on to take action upon his words and for the first time you saw Joe strike back. His knuckles caught him square in the nose, landing him straight back down on his behind. His nose seeped with blood and you cried out for them both to stop, your ex stood back up and Joe ragged him to the other side of the room, pushing him toward him and then back again.

"Come near her again, I'll fucking end you." Joe lowly whispered. A threat now made a promise. He wasn't joking.

Your ex stumbled out of the front door and Joe hung his head around to watch him leave until he was out of sight of the hallway of your flat complex. Joe slammed the door shut, bolting the door locked and rushed over to you in a hurry. Grabbing a hold of you instantly, pushing your head onto his chest, one hand soothed your back whilst the other held onto the back of your head.

"It's really over Joe." You couldn't help the overly loud, obnoxious tears that consumed your entire being. You were shaking and so was he, both from different states of anger, stress and upset.

"I know darling, I know." He didn't want to say it, he didn't want to give you the whole talk, that could wait until you'd stopped crying at least. Joe held you in pure silence for a good 10 minutes, stood in the same position, the scent of him engulphed your nose as you wept and wet through his jumper that he wore. Homely. Beautiful. Dreamy.

"Everything will be okay, you know that right? It might not seem that way now, but maybe this needed to happen for you to realise that you can do so much better, you deserve everything above what that prick has done to you." You managed a brief smile and you could realise that he felt it from the way you felt his heart thump in his chest and in turn, his reaction reflected upon yours, your stomach feeling nauseous but in turn relieved from the butterflies which flew through your stomach. Not the first time you've felt that around him, but you never acted on it, shrugging it off; this time felt different.

"You hear me? Tell me you know it'll be alright and that you won't do anything stupid."

"I hear you."

"Tell me." Joe put his hands to your arms, bringing you back to look at you full on, his natural chocolatey gaze which warmed right through you came back to light and you couldn't deny him of his need of response.

"It'll be alright..." You paused.

Joe tried to offer you a sympathetic smile, the type you give to someone in need.

"As long as you're around." You whispered.

"Always." Joe pulled you back in for another sweet hug, not lasting as long this time, he took your hand and brought you over to a more comfier place, also known as your sofa.

You sat across from him but was immediately invited back into his arms, it was a welcoming view and you couldn't actually wait to be back in them. At this point, he wasn't your best friend, he was your hero. You'd shared a moment more intimate in the least intimate of ways and it just felt unlike any other time you'd shared an embrace.

You settled down with your head on his lap, his fingertips played with your hair, brushing through them with no tangles in sight. You were in a calmer state, less tears and less heavy breaths, the air refilling your lungs perfectly. You found your eyes heavy from the amount of anxiety you'd undertaken in the last hour, a lot for the heart to handle.

You opened your eyes in a slightly confused daze, you rolled over to see Joe take his eyes from his phone which he was just aimlessly scrolling through, his smile so much brighter than the last you'd seen it. "Hello sleeping beauty." You rubbed your hands over your face, slightly embarrassed that you'd fallen asleep under the circumstances you had.

"I'm so sorry I dozed off."

"Don't apologise, you looked cute, so was the little snores." You lifted your hand up to tap his face making him laugh out, there's the Joe you knew and loved. Loved.

"Shut up I do not snore."

"I beg to differ." Joe laughed again and it made you giggle in turn.

"Slight change of subject, but I heard a song I've not heard for years whilst you were asleep and it made me think of you. Especially relevant to times like this." Not that he had to bring up the situation of today, but it was necessary to his point.

"Oh yeah what's that?" You saw his cheeks flush and you were not sure if it was rapid regret or that he'd just made it up to bring up a different conversation; but then why would he talk about the whole ordeal?

"Don't cringe at me for this." You chortled his way, his cheeks now a crimson red, he was biting down on his bottom lip and you quickly shut up to show an ounce of respect for what he clearly wanted to show to you.

"Cross my heart and hope to-" You were cut off when he leaned up to stand in front of you, your head thumped down onto the sofa in the warm spot where he'd been pressed to it.

"Don't finish that sentence, up you get." He offered out his hand and you gladly took it, a bemused look upon your features.

He pressed play on his Spotify and threw the phone down onto the sofa, you were suddenly in a state of pure bliss when you heard the notes begin.

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea I'll sail the world to find you If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see I'll be the light to guide you Joe pulled you into him once more, but began swaying from side to side, you were astonished that this side was coming out of him, a private moment you were sharing together, closer than you'd ever felt before with your best friend. Emotions screaming loud and clear. As per, you'd really never acted on them, but there was clearly some hidden feeling toward him that you didn't want to bring to light and make exist, but with this meaningful song playing in the background, it was out of the question for you to not go down that road.

You thought your ears had deceived you when you heard Joe's voice whispering into your hair, slowly moving down towards your ear when the chorus began.

You can count on me like one, two, three I'll be there And I know when I need it, I can count on you like four, three, two And you'll be there...

You'd never believed the words of a song like you did now Joe was singing them at you. You felt alive, electricity was greedily taking over the entirety of your body. You hummed along to the sound of the music, Joe's hands wrapped further around your back, still swaying he continued to voice the lyrics right at you.

You'll always have my shoulder when you cry I'll never let go, never say goodbye You know

As the final chorus blossomed through your ear drums and the song died down, you felt yourself welling up again, though this time you were beaming, you pulled back to take a look at an even more blushed look on Joe's face.

"I hope-"

"That was beautiful, Joe."

"Don't ever let anyone think you're worth any less than that ever again. I for one won't let a soul do so." Joe cooed at you in a mild whisper.

"You're truly amazing." You fluttered your eyelashes down to the ground and you felt the touch of his thumb lifting your chin to look back at him again.

"Is this the part where I confess?" Joe sighed.

"Confess?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"The song meant more to me than you know and I want you to be able to count on me today and every day after that." You were suddenly sinking into a hole that you didn't want to get out of, you knew exactly what he meant but you wanted to hear it for yourself.

"Nobody will never hurt you again." Joe paused, his hand coming up to your cheek which you innocently tilted to lean on.

"As long-"

"As long as I'm around." Joe smiled, his face grew ever closer. It was more a need than a want now and despite everything that had happened today, reality was coming to light and though you should of probably stopped it there, you didn't.

Your lips collided together in a soft, warm and with meaning kiss. It was like in the movies, when two friends found themselves in this situation, usually fireworks would set off behind them and it'd be a happy ever after type scenario, but this was real life and you knew there'd be hurdles, but you'd cross that bridge when you came to it. No matter how hard your brain told you to stop, your heart begged you not to, you were right in doing so; you listened to your head last time and look where that got you.

Your lips stuck together like glue, becoming more open mouthed now, no tongues but complete passion, something that should not feel so good with what felt almost disallowed, you were tasting forbidden fruit. After what felt like hours, you both let go, panting for breath, staring directly into each others souls, a sweet split second turned heated.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"Do not apologise, I- I liked it." You bit down on your lip and he took full note of your body language, eyes flitting between your own and back down to your mouth again.

"That's hot." He bit down on his own lip.

"Ditto." You smirked, matching the wickedly framed smug look staring right back at you.

"For me, it's always been you." Joe's confession. There it was. Handed to you on a plate.

"Maybe I never knew truly, but I do now. Ditto." You mimicked his own version of ditto. The minute the word left your mouth he picked you up, throwing a squeak out of you from not expecting his sudden move, but excited nonetheless.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, arms wrapped around his neck as his mouth attacked to yours once more, more fiercely this time, the fireworks well and truly working their magic. You found yourself against a wall for the third time today but this time it was in good stead, you were making out with your best friend, something you never thought would happen in your wildest dreams. You suddenly could feel his erection pressed against your crotch, slightly rubbing against you which made you shudder under his touch.

"Too much?" Joe spoke through your kiss.

"Too little." You replied.

Joe carried you back to the sofa, slipping you down and climbing on top of you before returning his lips to their rightful place. Tongues fought together wildly this time, noses crushed against each other, teeth clattering, slight groans erupting from each of you as he grinded down back into the same spot he was just pressed into.

He moved down to your neck, sloppily leaving a trail of his own saliva down it which blew heat down to your core, an ache which made you thrust in time to Joe's hip movement, his own little moan giving out.

You tugged at his shirt, dying for the moment you'd start to undress.

"Too much?" You hummed a giggle.

Joe leaned up, removing his shirt and tossed it to the floor beside him.

"Too little." He wiggled his eyebrows forcing another laugh out of you. This time he made his way down, peeling down your trousers in turn.

"Can I? I'm dying to taste more of you." You shoot him a mhmm as a way of silently pleading for him to get on with it.

You shimmy off the bottom half of your clothing as Joe slips himself off the sofa to position himself better, he pulls your underwear to the side, his eyes almost bulging out of his skull.

"What a beautiful pussy you have, holy shit." Joe slides a finger in a straight line between your slit, eyes fully trained on you when he puts it into his mouth and shares a sound of pure delight.

"Fuck yes..." He widens your legs and pushes his face between your folds, instantly sucking at your clit, giving you no room to adjust, eating you out like a ravenous animal, tongue swirling around, curing the aches in which you craved to be touched. Effortlessly, he inserts a finger straight through your entrance, curling it up to feel your walls, the thickness of them makes your back arch, especially as his mouths fully latched onto you with brute force, licking every part of your slick that he can manage.

"J-Joe oooh my- god. Yes." Your hands fall onto his curls, pulling at them, urging him by pressing him down so you could feel more, you wanted more, you needed more.

"You like that, baby. Do I make you feel good?"

"Fuck, more." You can barely speak.

He pushed another finger in, joining the other to stretch you out, your walls hugged his digits as you clenched firmly, writhing your hips back and fourth, riding his fingers as well as you could manage. You could feel the inevitable waiting to happen and just before it did, he made a swap, pulling his fingers out which immediately began rubbing erratically against your clit and his tongue pressed inside your entrance.

You moaned his name countless times, pain not a problem when you were almost yanking at his hair a top his head. The little sounds he made as he darted his tongue in and out of you threw you over the edge, your soul leaving your body and joining the angels in heaven, a slight black out on your part.

Joe watched on as you squirmed about the sofa whilst your orgasm took over you. "Fuckkk, atta girl. That's what I like to see." Once you'd come back down to reality, Joe had already rid of his own trousers, you witnessed his cock for the first time and my god did you like and extremely enjoy what you saw.

"Do you want me to-"

"Joe, just fuck me already." He'd well and truly got you in the mood.

"Yes ma'am." He choked a chuckle, putting a hand up to his head to salute like a soldier.

You went back to biting down on your lip when you saw him spit down onto his shaft, quickly fisting it and tipping his head back.

"God damn it Y/N. I'll bite that lip for you if you carry on."

You resumed in biting down on it once more and you moved into laying back across the sofa, he climbed back on top of you, holding himself up with his hands and leaning down to take your lip between his teeth before tugging it back.

"Don't test me woman." You both sniggered.

"Fuck. Me." You said sternly. He slowly pushed himself inside of you, making you both let out a breathless moan, as tight as you felt to him was how big he was feeling to you, a perfect match. As Joe adjusted himself, he grabbed a hold of your legs and hoisted them over his shoulders for deeper contact, he began to move at a slow pace. You could feel every inch thrusting through you, it was already the best sex you'd ever had, purely because the meaning behind it was something words could never describe.

You made a sound which made some halt to a stop, a worried look on his face.

"Too much?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Too fucking little." You licked your lips.

That was it. He pounded into you, he understood the assignment, you liked it rough, he knew you wanted to be fucked senseless, to forget everything that had happened today and the only way that was now going to happen was if he railed you to the extent you required.

His balls slapped against your ass, your walls clenching around him once more as he hit a spot which had you crying out a noise so loud, it was borderline pornographic.

"Fuck yes, take my cock!" He went harder, rutting his hips as fast he could, you could feel the tip tapping onto your cervix, pushing an orgasm straight out of you, the best part of it all; Joe felt the moment you did. He felt like the slick drip out of you and onto his balls, some even reaching the sofa.

"Where do you want me to- y'know." He panted.

"Anywhere, just cum for me." You whined, as desperate for his release as he clearly was, he wouldn't of mentioned it so quickly if he wasn't already nearing his limit.

Joe pulled out not a moment later, grabbing a hold of your hand and pulling you off the sofa and onto your knees, you acknowledged what he wanted. Opening your mouth, Joe wrapped his fist around his cock and began pumping toward you. Breath fiery and heaving out the air he had left in his lungs, he exploded when you took him into your mouth, his tip enclosed inside of it, gushing out heaps of his warm seed, you swallowed every last drop he had to offer.

You'd of thought after an encounter like this, it could've been the most awkward moment to share between you, but it was far from that. Joe pulled you back onto your feet and you held his hand as you took him into your bedroom.

"Didn't quite make it here huh?" Ugh Joe and his charming whit.

You fell onto the bed, not even worrying about the mess you'd made back in the living room. Joe crawled up next to you, pulling you into his arms, the best embrace you'd ever felt, skin to skin, bare and satisfied.

"Did I mention?" Joe asked.

"I don't know, did you?" You replied in an almost sarcastic tone.

"That I-" Joe pressed his mouth to your hair, your head laying on his chest hearing the beautiful beat of his heart in your ear, which was thrashing.

"I love you." Joe whispered, enough for you to make it out and enough for your own cheeks to flush this time.

"I- I love you too."

There it was. The true confession. The best friend who had been before you all this time felt like he could've been the one biding his time, waiting for you, to give you everything he possibly could. He could be the one who saved you, god knows he already had.

[newtthetranswriter]

heLLOOOOO can i ask for some baji scenario?? a fluffy one, where baji and reader have to babysit some relative's child and then the child starts to have fun with baji's hair? yk the braids, some cute clips etc... and then baji shows up to the gang's meeting with the new hairstyle....

rest is up to you!!!! it doesn't have to be romantic tho, i see it as a more platonic/friendly scenario?

YOU GOT THIS MY FRIEND AND REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!! love u 💞💞

Word count:982

Warning:none I think other than people may be a little ooc as I haven't written much for Tokyo revengers but I do want to do more.

Pairing: Keisuke Baji x reader (platonic)

A/n: Hello Ness, thanks for requesting, I enjoyed writing this even if it seems a little clunky. I gotta say writing on my phone on a long ass road trip is a little difficult but I hope you like it. Also in this everyone is alive and well. The kids in the story are modeled after my own niece and nephew, who I will hopefully see on this trip. Let me know if you like it or want more. My requests are still open. Anyway, remember to hydrate or diedrate, and have a good day.

It was supposed to be a relaxing weekend hanging out with my best friend Baji, but unfortunately my older sister decided she wanted an afternoon without her kids. Being the only one without 'important' plans, I was volunteered to take care of them for the afternoon. Being busy with a nine year old and a six year old I forgot to cancel my plans with Baji.

While trying to get my nephew to sit and watch a movie with his sister, I heard a knock at the door. I quickly ran to the door hoping it was nothing, only to be greeted by a slightly upset Baji.

"Oh shit, Keisuke I'm so sorry. I was in the middle of getting ready to meet up with you when my parents told me I had to stay home to watch my sister's kids and they haven't stopped running around since. I completely forgot to text you." I ramble out my explanation.

As he was about to speak my nephew ran up behind me grabbing my arm. "Y/n, Amara took the remote and won't put it back. She's trying to buy movies." The nine year old tattled on his younger sister.

"Sorry I have to deal with this, you can come in if you want." I said moving back to the living room and grabbing the remote from my niece's hand. "I will put on a movie and that's what we are gonna watch." I said turning on Frozen, knowing it'll keep the kids attention for at least a little while.

I then remembered Baji was here and turned back to him. "So, we can reschedule or you can chill here with this circus, it's up to you?" I asked.

He paused for a moment before responding. "I can help you watch them, it can't be much different than keeping Chifuyu and Kazutora out of trouble." Baji then sat on the couch next to my niece and started talking with her about the movie.

After finishing both Frozen movies, I got the kids a snack before they decided they wanted to play with some of the toys they keep here. My niece immediately grabbed a brush and butterfly hair clips from her little makeup kit.

She ran up to Baji with the cutest smile before asking her questions."Mister, could I do your hair? It's so pretty, like a princess." She was so sweet but knowing Keisuke isn't a fan of people messing with his hair I was about to tell her to find something else to do, when he spoke first.

"Sure why not. Just don't pull any out, get it." He said picking her up and placing her where she could get to his hair.

After about twenty minutes of My niece doing Baji's hair, she proudly announced she was done. Baji accepted the little hand mirror he was offering inspecting what had become of his hair. "I love it thank you, Amara, it looks wonderful. Don't you agree Y/n?" He asked, turning for me to see.

I held back a laugh as I took in what my niece had done to his hair. The longest part of his hair was in what looked like the best attempt at an Elsa braid my niece's little hands could manage, while there were also different colored butterfly hair clips throughout the braid and his bangs. "It really suits you Kei." I complimented.

At that moment my nephew then grabbed Baji's arm and pulled him to help him play a video game, saying something about it being 'his turn with Baji'. I smiled glad my friend was here to help me with these two.

Eventually the kids decided they wanted to sit at the table and color. Keisuke and I both seemed to space the fact that his hair was still in the messy style my niece had done. We also lost track of time because it was starting to get dark out and a sharp ringing blared through the dining room.

Realizing it was his phone, Keisuke excused himself saying he'd be right back. Only a moment later he walked in and explained he forgot there was a Toman meeting tonight and that the phone call was Chifuyu trying to figure out where he was. After saying goodbye to my niece and nephew he said a final good night and hopped on his bike to the meeting.

P.o.v change to the Toman meeting

As Baji arrived at the shrine he realized his hair was still in the messy braid and full of butterfly clips. He sighed as he decided the best way to prevent him tearing out his hair was to wait till he could take it down when he got home. With one last sigh, he made his way to the meeting ready to deal with the inevitable jokes to come.

"Nice butterflies dude, finally decided to spice up the look for once" Came the slightly teasing voice of Chifuyu as he noticed Baji had arrived.

The brunette just rolled his eyes and shoved the blonde's shoulder. Walking to his place towards the front of the meeting, ignoring all the comments being thrown his way.

When the meeting was dismissed it seemed all of the division captains decided to make their own jokes.

"I like the braid but the butterflies are too much. Maybe try a bow next time dude." Came Kazutora's jest at his best friend.

"Hook me up with your stylist, they did a great job" was shouted by Smiley as he laughed walking away with his twin.

Mikey even made a few comments about the look. But Baji just brushed the comments off, he had a fun afternoon sure it was what he had originally had planned but it was fun. The guys can make all the jokes they want.

[blindrapture]

THURSDAY JUNE 30TH, 2011 (Rael's Exodus II: Indisen)

4:17 AM Good morning, journal! :D Donnie’s still asleep. I think I’ll take a morning walk.

4:32 AM Stuff on the walls. Not entirely sure what that is. Might be water?

4:35 AM ”INDISEN” It’s written on the wall. Looks like blood. o_o

4:36 AM There’s a lot of this blood trailing past “INDISEN” and going into this room. This is someone’s room, I know it. I don’t remember whose. I knocked.

4:37 AM Nobody’s answering. I’ll keep trying.

4:38 AM Okay, I’m openrevji0 hellooooo This is surprising. Oh god where did my emotions go. It’s, uh.. it’s the Innkeeper. She’s dead. Head decapitated, sliced clean off. I think the Masked Massacrer is on board the Exodus. I need to tell someone.

4:51 AM The bridge, found the bridge, telling Doctor Jackson.

4:55 AM God, there’s not really much we can do besides be prepared to kill anyone who attacks us. This is gonna be hell.

5:34 AM Sneaking back into bed.

9:09 AM You know what I really like, journal? Waking up to find Donnie cuddling me.

9:27 AM I wonder if there’s any breakfast today.

9:33 AM YES There is. :D Weetabix! :DD

9:38 AM MOTHERF oh “Lowest Point” has a really big drop, caught me off-guard. ..wait, “Lowest Point.” Why’s that playing? God, who cares, this song kicks ass.

9:44 AM DRAW A STAIRWAY FOR MY GOD TO SPITE THE SOFA OF MY FAITH

10:03 AM “I hope you folks enjoyed that little wake-up call there. Found it among Yates’ music. Specifically, we found a sheet of paper attached to this album, We Excavate, by Sunsetters. The paper said ‘Track 8.’ “Anyway, this is your captain speaking. Doctor Jackson did a fantastic job covering for me in the night shift, and now he’s gone to sleep. Now it’s my turn again. So, uh.. good morning! I hear chef Gusteau is serving some breakfast in the dining room this morning. “The skies look clear and red, the seas oddly still. We’re making great progress, record time so far. So.. welcome to day two of your voyage on the R.M.S Exodus. “What’s that? ……oh. I’ve just been informed that a miss Penelope Judge passed away last night. You may have known her as the innkeeper at the lovely seaside inn in Liverpool. I assure you, her passing away had nothing to do with Patrick Yates’ yesterday. “Anyway, these unexpected developments only strengthen the point of my advice for you ladies and gentlemen: stay alive. Fitzgerald out.” Interestingly enough, he’s right about the deaths being unrelated. I’m heading back to my room. Donnie’ll be wondering where I am.

10:31 AM I brought Donnie back some fruit. :D And some toast!

11:00 AM ..door. Donnie’s getting it. It’s a girl. Fifteen, I think. What was her name Quinn, Quinn Tickrand. She wants to hang out with us. Because we seem like cool people. And she feels unsafe. ..o_o Wait, what?

11:04 AM Quinn’s parents are missing. She says they were having an argument, a very nasty argument, and she left the room to get some fresh air but when she went back down they were gone and they haven’t come back. We said she could stay with us until they show up again. Which they will. They will.

11:11 AM I do wish they would show up.

12:34 PM ..Donnie heard a noise. Came from the hallway. Quinn says it’s probably her parents looking for her. I concur.

12:36 PM NO YOU FUCKER NO FUCKING NO FUCKING RAKE. Quinn’s dead. >___< The Rake’s run off again, back to its cargo hold. So this is how it’s gonna be, Rake. Picking us off one by one. Saving me for last, me, the White Jester you want. You bastard.

12:59 PM We’re telling the captain about this.

1:02 PM “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. If any of you know where Mister and Missus Samuel and Janet Tickrand are, please tell them to come up to the bridge. Once again, Samuel and Janet Tickrand, please come up to the bridge. As for the rest of you, stay alive. Fitzgerald out.”

1:05 PM Miss DeNumante came in. To the bridge. She says the Rake kidnapped her son, Brian. Carl says he’s had enough of the Rake’s shit. rwahshotgun, he’s got a shotgun. He told me to get my guitar thing and come with him. “We’re gonna open some fucking windows.”

1:34 PM Here we go. Carl Rackleberg and Jordan Dooling, shotgun and Tiger Stripes. Versus the Rake and the Rake’s claws. I am so excited and terrified at the same time.

1:47 PM We step into the cargo hold, and into the mouth of madness. It’s darker than a witch’s ass in here. It’s also colder than a rat’s tit. ..I think I got those backwards.

1:50 PM I hear something. It sounds like the pitter-patter of light footsteps. Not the Rake’s ferocious footsteps, either. Calculating footsteps. Carl has a flashlight, and he’s shining it around, but we can’t quite see anything. Or anyone.

1:51 PM ..THERE where’d it go I can hear it panting and snarling. Something is very wrong about this, though. The Rake’s been oddly quiet up until now.

1:52 PM THERE IT IS AGAIN FUCKER IT’S GOING FOR THE EXIT

1:53 PM Ran out to a hallway Hit a dead-end Time to eat guitar controller, Rake. Wait, I need a one-liner for this. And with this guitar, I shred the Rake a new asshole.

1:55 PM The Rake is dead. I’m not proud of that one-liner. That wasn’t very.. me, y’know? ..wait, where’s Carl? Did he not follow me?

2:00 PM Cargo hold. I don’t see anything at all here. ..flashlight beam! Flashoh

2:14 PM “Attention, ladies and gentlemen? This is your captain speaking. We have some good news and some bad news. “The good news is, that creature that was on board? It’s dead now! Never again will you have to worry about it. The bad news is, our loyal and competent engineer, Carl Rackleberg, has passed away. We all miss him deeply, and.. it’s like ev— “Really? Okay, we’ve got more news. Ms. Desmond has woken up from her comatose state. She’s apparently asking for a Rael. If you or anyone you know happens to know who she might be referring to, please let us know. “In the meantime, I highly recommend considering trying to stay alive. Fitzgerald out.”

3:38 PM I’m visiting Ms. Desmond. I’m gonna see her for myself. Doctor Johnson is here. Not Doctor Jackson, but Johnson.

3:39 PM Well hello, Ms. Desmond. ..who is staring at me. She said “Hello” back. Doctor Johnson is shocked. Ms. Desmond is definitely the old woman I’ve been seeing around. It’s really creepy, looking at her, and she’s in bed and not standing in the middle of a hallway. I asked how she’s feeling. “How are you feeling?” That’s what I got back. I said my name is Jordan. “Your name is Rael.” No, my name is Jordan. “You are Rael to us.” Who’s “us?” “I’m still figuring that one out.” Are you feeling alright, Ms. Desmond? “I’m not sure. I’m still getting used to these feelings.” You’ve been in a coma, Ms. Desmond. Do you remember anything? “I can remember all of my former life.. and a lot more. For instance, I am just a virus to her.” To who? “It has no name of her own.” What doesn’t? o_o “One of us called her the Epping Aquatarkus. Another one of us called her Salmacis. I don’t know what to call her.” But what is that? Who is that? ..no reply now.

3:57 PM That was weird. That’s an understatement. That was really weird. I gotta find Donnie; I want some hugs.

4:22 PM Donnie’s hugs always help greatly. :3

4:44 PM That was a gunshot.

4:50 PM Everyone’s gathered around this door. I take it the gunshot was from in here.

4:51 PM ..no. D: Miss DeNumante. There’s even a note. “They took my Brian away.” That’s all it says. .___.;;

5:20 PM We.. we’d actually killed the Rake, though. She didn’t have to do it. We were gonna find Brian. We were, we are. Goddamn. Everyone’s dying out there, and she chooses to.. bah. I dunno, journal. I find something depressing about it. And here I thought I was desensitized to people dying by now. I guess it’s cabin fever. Anxiety. I have a lot more time to think now. I don’t like having time to think. But with the Rake dead, we shouldn’t have to worry as much. Now we only have one serial killer on-board, picking us off one-by-one. Hey, it’s better than two.

6:00 PM Sausages for dinner today. Yum.

7:10 PM I’m sorry, journal. I’m just really.. bah. I’m tired, journal. I’m tired. I’m going to sleep.

9:50 PM door goddammit I’ll get it.

9:53 PM It was Mister Finch, like last night. He asked me about Ms. Desmond. I showed him my journal. He read it really fuckin’ fast. But maybe that was just me. Then he quietly said “Rapture.” I asked for clarification. “It’s really coming, Rael. It’s really coming.” Then he walked off.

9:55 PM Rapture is coming. Rapture. Is coming. No matter how many times I write it, it refuses to bring any clarity. It’s just three words, three context-less words, three meaningless words. ..three real words.

11:00 PM eighteen

(Attached: “ Salmacis doesn’t talk much about the past, preferring to discuss the present. Everything’s all logic and accuracy with her, too, which can make for some great conversations and some frustrating ones, depending on your mood. But somewhere in this library, I should have something to offer insight into her past. I should, but I don't. I’ve got information on everyone but her. It’s always here, always all around us, you can’t escape from her liquid mental clutch, yet you can also never learn about her. It always.. slips away, out of your grasp. I’ve lived a long time, a real long time, and I still have no idea where it came from. I think that’s her use of abstraction, her insistence on complexity. If you can create something that’s so complex and so filled with monotony and misdirection, you can scare everyone off. Everyone except those who have, themselves, mastered the art of depersonalization.”)

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Hellooooo Mister Amazi :D

Armazi: *slams his hand down* that's Major Armazi to you!

*there's a picture of Menlla's face with a knife in the dead center*

[hxntresses]

@flightofaqrow asked:

hellooooo nurse.

Fiona pauses before breathing a tired sigh, turning around to face the other. Here we go again.

"Hello to you too, Mister Branwen. How can I help you?"

[ministarfruit]

hi

[favoritejohn]

cookie in pink 🍪🍭

[allthebestcowgirls]

daniel day lewis sexy af

[burlyjer]

Just flipped the page on my dirtbag brewery calendar today and hellooooo Mister December! 😍 #sexysanta

[inkly-heart]

Incubus!Sebastian: “Hellooooo, mister priest, hmm, hmm~ So you’re that sexy Mason I’ve heard ever so much about. Tell me…what is a fine glass of wine like you…doing in my territory? Hmm, hmm~❤️”

Mason-"Oh?? I didn't see you.. but I did feel someone's presence..pretty strong one too." he said as he fully turns, facing other- "But you mentioned that this is your territory?.. I'm not here to cause any trouble if you're thinking that."

[tauforged]

however if the penguins could talk i feel like nothing would change honestly. they’re already a pain in the ass LMAO i love em to death but oh my god birds are so difficult to work with. “mister looiid hey hey there was a shiny thing on the ground over there and it looked weird so i picked it up. and then i thought what if it’s food so i tried to eat it and now my tummy hurts. why did it do that. can you fix it. mister loooid hey did you hear me? why are you putting your head on the desk like that. are you tired? is it nap time?? did you hear what i said about the shiny???? hellooooo”

loid’s idle voiceline about how he was supposed to be a lab tech and now he’s in charge of taking care of all these animals and also selling us shit is funny but to me it’s hilarious because i know exactly what kind of effort goes into managing animals like the cavia and it is way too much work for one person to be managing ONE of them solo let alone all three. someone please fucking help him

[dyns33]

Daredevil : “Hey kid.” 

Deadpool : “Hellooooo Spidey baby !” 

Spiderman : “Can you stop calling me that please ? I’m not a kid !” 

Daredevil : “Fine.” 

Deadpool : “You’re not just a kid, you’re our kid. Our dear little Peter ! You’re adopted now. Matt is your dad and I’m Mama Deadpool.” 

Daredevil : “Stop it.” 

Deadpool : “Don’t mind your father, he’s grumpy because I almost killed a guy today, even if he broke his legs just before, which is worst in a way.” 

Spiderman : “... I know I can’t stop you so I’ll just ignore that.” 

Deadpool : “It’s not a way to talk to your mother, young man !” 

Daredevil : “Leave the kid.” 

Deadpool : “You’re always on his side ! We’re a team ! I know he’s a teenager, but you should be more strict Matthew ! I always have to be the mean parent ! I want to be the cool parent !” 

Spiderman : “Funny, I would have say you were the too nice mother when Mister Matt was the strict fath... I mean... If we were to compare if to a famiy ! Which we are not !” 

Deadpool : “Ooooooh ! Our Petey loves us and think I’m the cool parent !” 

Daredevil : “... I’m a cool parent.” 

[raisin-shell]

HELLOOOOO

I'm gonna request some Raphanardo cuz why not..

So, quote 35

(Bottom!Leo, and Top!Raph)

Bayverseeeeee

Location 67

Kink 105

And dialog 147

Please and thank you!❤

-bunni

Holy shit nonnie! Yes indeed I will do this! Okay so NSFW/SMUT/TCEST/LANGUAGE

Again just to reiterate… TCEST WARNING ⚠️

35) are you crazy? We can’t be seen

67) kitchen

105) orgasm denial/edging

147)Again. I wanna hear my name.

Leonardo reached over to his nightstand, shutting off his blaring alarm clock as he began to stretch his arms and legs against his mattress. His daily morning routine always went as follows; he being the first one up, gear weapons and wraps intact before departing his room and it was straight to the kitchen for his morning tea. Tea was a staple for him each day before the vigorous training would begin. He filled his tea pot with water, setting the small kettle to the burner just as he always had. His eyes darted about a bit as he reached for the cupboard to select which kind of tea he’d prefer for this particular morning. His eyes widened as he felt the familiar calloused warmth of his brothers large hands wrap around his waist from behind, closely accompanied by the tender press of his thick lips just beneath the leaders jaw line that sent a pulse straight to his cock.

“Raphael… we’ve talked about this.”

Leonardo panted in protest trying to squirm free from his brothers hold. He could have broke free if he were being honest and he knew Raph knew this. The large brute spun him around to face him, his forehead pressed firmly against his brothers. Golden eyes pierced daringly down into Leo’s shade of blue, looking much like a deer caught in headlights. Raphael’s hips dipped against his brothers, the two thickening rods beneath their pants rolling firmly against each other as a low whimper escaped Leo’s throat.

“Are you crazy? We can’t be seen!”

His lips fluttered against his larger brothers in a soft whisper, Raphael taking full advantage of their closeness lapping at his brothers tongue and suckling his bottom lip. Leo couldn’t help but relax his jaw and draw into his kiss. The leader’s hands released the countertop, both cupping the strong jaw of his large brother as he felt the brute release his belt allowing Leo’s pants to fall freely to his ankles. Leonardo’s lips ripped from his brothers in a silent moan as he felt the firm grip of his brothers hand wrap around his steeled cock and began to pump and twist torturously slow. Leo began to buck his hips, encouraging the brute to move faster and Raphael obliged.

Leo’s teeth sunk into his brothers neck, muffling his moans and whimpers as Raphael firmed his grip, twisting with each pump and rolling his thumb along Leo’s swollen head glossed with precum. The leaders body began to tense, brow furrowing as his moans and whimpers turned into raspy grunts and hisses between his clenched teeth. He was close and Raphael knew it. In fact he relished in making his leader a babbling, mess… needy and ready for him. Just as the brute began to feel Leo’s cock tighten, he loosened his grip completely and began softly fondling and tugging at Leo’s testicles.

“R..RAPH! I was about to cum. What the fuck?!”

Leo panted frantically, his brow still furrowed with need and his cock still aching with want.

“Ya know tha rules fearless. Not so worried bout gettin’ caught now are ya?”

Raphael chuckled, his eyes flicking towards Leo’s feet where the leader swiftly kicked his pants free from one leg. He hopped onto the counter leaning as far back as he could. The leader slowly spread his muscular thighs, his tail curling backwards to reveal his tight back door. He knew his brother would not be able to resist him being in such a vulnerable position. The brute lapped his lips as his eyes traveled down to the tiny hole set directly beneath the two perfectly round orbs. He had to admit, mister perfect was indeed perfect head to toe. His cock, balls and ass were no exception.

“Stroke that pretty cock of yers. I wanna watch ya play with yerself.”

His husky voice chuckled as Leonardo obeyed, his thighs spreading wider with each stroke and his tiny hole puckering for attention. Raphael let his finger tip trail over his brothers swollen perineum, circling his sphincter gently as Leo gasped and bucked his hips to the sensation. Slowly the brute slipped his digit into Leo’s hot hole, his free hand cupping the leaders jaw and filling his mouth with his thumb to keep him quiet and Leonardo still slowing his pace on his shaft to fully take in the stretch of his brothers appendage. Raphael wasted no time finding the sensative knot held deep within his brothers tight cavern, striking and circling the pad vigorously as his brother began to moan around his finger.

“M… more… don’t stop MORE!”

Leonardo desperately panted, once again wincing and increasing the speed of his fist sinking and rising the full length of his cock until he could feel the knot in his loins unraveling. Raphael shook his head with a tsk and removed his finger leaving Leonardo gasping for air and still left unsatisfied. Raphael gave his brother a wicked grin as he watched the beads of sweat trickle from his forehead and his chest heaving in fustration. The burly terrapin tugged his gym shorts down letting his massive rod spring free. He allowed Leo to watch him stroke the thickness a few times before lining his bulbous head up with his brothers sphincter now gaping with want. Leonardo spread his thighs further in anticipation as the brute pressed himself firmly against him, face to face as he glared down into Leo’s eyes.

“Again. I wanna hear my name.”

He growled against his brothers lips just as he sunk his head past the tight ring, plunging himself into the warm tightness slowly until he fully engulfed his shaft deep inside his brothers rear entry.

“R…Raph… please?”

Leonardo whimpered desperately as Raph grinned against his lips.

“Please what fearless? Ya want me ta fuck ya so hard ya wake everyone up? Hm?”

The brute cooed at his brother knowing damn well what the answer to that question was. The massive terrapin withdrew himself slowly, his eyes still glowing and intense watching his brother closely as his hips slammed forward refilling the leader’s cavern and the blue banded turtle clamped his teeth shut struggling to keep it together.

“What’s wrong fearless? I said I wanna hear my name.”

Raphael huffed as his hips withdrew and pressed forward again causing a grunt to rip through the leaders teeth and Leo’s cock to pulse more precum along his plastron. Raphael took matters into his own hand, wrapping his mit around his brothers rod as his hips showed him no mercy, and again his thumb circled the slickend bulb until Leonardo’s neck craned backwards and a loud moan ripped from his chest.

“Yeeess… RAPH!! Fuck me harder daddy PLEASE! Yes. Yes. YES RAPHAEL!!!”

The leaders cock began to pulse several thick strands of hot cum between both their plastrons as Raphael pressed himself as far as he could against his brother, his thick cock continuing its pursuit swelling further as he released several jets of his seed deep inside Leonardo’s tight hole. The two remained tied for a few moments as they came down from their high, Leonardo peppering soft kisses to the brutes neck in approval of this mating. That is until he came to his senses. He quickly started squirming, his tea kettle had been whistling for the past ten minutes or so and he could hear his other brothers stirring in the distance.

“Hurry up!”

He managed to shove the big brute back as he quickly slipped his pants back on. Raphael just chuckled as he conveniently tucked his junk back into his gym shorts just as Mikey and Donnie turned the corner. No words were spoken. Donnie went straight to his coffee machine and Mikey straight to the Fruit Loops. Leonardo eyed Raphael who just gave him a grin and a shrug. Maybe they hadn’t heard him? Nevertheless the brothers all sat down for breakfast together in an awkward silence. Donatello sipped his coffee, eyeing Mikey who was trying his best to focus on his cereal. Raphael could sense the tension so he decided to speak up.

“Alright, What’s with tha silent treatment?”

He demanded as he crossed his arms.

Donnie glanced over to Leo, then to Mikey before setting his mug down and focusing on Raph.

“Well Raph, to be perfectly honest I think Leonardo has made more than enough commotion this morning for all of us.”

Donnie tapped his fingers nervously against the kitchen table until Mikey piped in.

“Yeah… you guys really should get a room.”

[mingoyeob-archive]

for the glory (m)

summary ⇾ seokjin makes a bet and loses it. his punishment? sticking his dick through a glory hole in a bathroom stall.

pairing ⇾ seokjin x reader

genre ⇾ smut, crack if you squint

warnings ⇾ cursing, fingering, oral, big dick seokjin, glory holes, facials

word count ⇾ 3.4k

authors note ⇾ sorry i have a glory hole kink

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frankly, seokjin doesn't know why he's here.

he’s not usually one to do…things…like this. which was very evident in his sweaty palms and the repeated sound of his foot tapping against the tiled floor. in his head he couldn’t help but curse his so called friends - jungkook, taehyung and hoseok. the mischievous bastards they were. all of this, him being here in this place, was their fault.

he should’ve known better of course. there’s no way anyone in their right mind would dare to take jungkook on in a drinking game. the frat boy was practically a living, breathing beer keg. but the rest of them had baited him into doing it and he wasn’t one to have his pride questioned. it’s obvious how that bet turned out. for if he had won, he wouldn’t be here standing in a dirty bathroom stall, staring down at a hole in the wall between his stall and the one next to him. a glory hole to be more precise. this was the fate the three imbeciles had chosen for him and he intended to see it through. otherwise he would surely be the laughing stock of the group until someone else screwed up.

“hello, are you there?” the low sound of a voice purring from the other side of the stall has his breath catching. “i’m ready for you, daddy.”

he can tell that’s your poor attempt at getting him aroused, but it’s not working and he just gulps, continuing to stare dumbly at the wall.

hmm the quiet type huh?

you’re use to men like this. some liked to call you names, ask you questions they imagined you would respond to - as if you didn’t have their dicks in your mouth. but every now and then you’d get the one guy who remained quiet the entire time, hushed moans and grunts sounding from the other side of the wall. this guy seemed to be the latter. and that was fine, you know how to handle them.

“we don’t have to talk but to do my job you’re gonna have to give me something to suck on.” you say, still trying to maintain a flirty tone.

that seems to snap seokjin out of it and he clumsily begins to fumble with the button of his jeans, only stopping to push his glasses up his nose. but when he reaches his hands inside his underwear he’s met with a little bit of a problem.

“hellooooo….” you call from the other side of the wall. the impatience is evident in your voice but he doesn’t know what to say, he’s embarrassed enough as it is.

seokjin begins to panic. “umm just give me a minute…”

“look mister, i don’t have time to play around-“

“i said just give me a minute.” he grumbles out from the other side of the wall. you can hear he’s getting aggravated, but you don’t really care. he’s taking up time that could be used to service another customer - one that would actually get to paying you.

you huff, eyes rolling in annoyance. “well what’s the hold up?”

the man is silent on the other side of the wall. you would think he’s gone if not for the breathing you can still hear echoing in the small space. “…its not working.”

“what exactly are you talking about?” you say, confusion very evident in your voice.

seokjin wants to cry at this point and he almost whines out in embarrassment “my dick. i’m talking about my dick.” he says.

you let out a quiet oh as you register his words, trying not to laugh. after all erectile distinction was normal. but he sounds like he’s pretty young and usually the young ones have no issue getting it up the minute they walk into the stall. however it doesn’t seem like you’re doing a good job at hiding your amusement towards the situation. you don’t know if it’s the giggles that manage to escape from behind your hand or the sound of the stall shaking as you hold onto it for dear life to keep you from keeling over, either way he can tell.

you were laughing at him. at him! mr. worldwide handsome! he can’t bear the shame. “that’s it, i’m leaving-“

“no wait!” your voice makes him halt, hands stopping in the middle of closing his pants back up.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to laugh….” you say bashfully. a scuff comes from the other side of the wall at your words. “if you stay, i can try and help you.”

“help me?”

“help you finish i mean.”

the mere idea of seokjin needing help to get his dick up should make him even more privy to leaving and never looking back. but there’s something about the way you talk to him. you sounded nice - sounded like you actually cared about whether or not he gets off.

“what can you possibly do from the other side of this wall.” he questions, eyebrow quirked and disbelief written all over his face. it’s a good question, the hole wasn’t even big enough for a hand to fit through so it’s not like you can touch him.

“i could talk to you…? some people like it when i talk dirty to them.” you tell him, words sounding a bit unsure.

seokjin contemplates for a second before coming to the conclusion that it doesn’t sound like that much of a bad idea. “okay but if it doesn’t work i’m leaving.”

but he still sticks his chin up in indignation as if you can see how adamant he is about not staying here longer than necessary. he hears you take a deep breath before continuing. this better be good he complains to him self.

“what are you wearing…?” you purr.

…

seokjin laughs, loud and squeaky like. the distinct sound of a wind shield wiper ringing throughout the bathroom. “really are you serious?! what am i wearing? you’ve got to be kidding me!”

hearing him mock you makes your face heat up. after all you were sorta, kinda, maybe (?) a professional. you’ve made countless men cum before, why would he be any different?

“well…what do you want me to do?!” you hope the whine in your voice isn’t as noticeable as it seems. “maybe you should do something yourself!”

he’s silent, before you hear him clear his throat. “okay.” he says bluntly. the lackluster response shocks you. half of you thought he would just take your words of defeat as a cue to leave.

“well - fine - okay then! go ahead, i’ll wait.” you say, crossing your arms in the other stall.

there was a beat of silence. another clearing of his throat. “…touch yourself.” he says lowly, voice gruff.

“wh-what?” you sputter

“you heard me….t-touch yourself.” seokjin stutters out, stumbling over his words in embarrassment. his words fluster you, seokjin can tell. for a second he loses whatever confidence spurred him to make the demand.

he doesn’t actually expect you to do this, does he? “but you can’t even see me.” you question.

he hums and shrugs his shoulders.“it’s okay. i have a good enough imagination.”

and who were you to question his request. after all whatever got him to finish and pay you for giving him a good nut was okay with you. its not like it was too crazy.

“okay…” you say meekly, unsure of what to do in this type of situation.

you don’t really know where to begin, but starting at your breast seems like a good idea. so you bring your hands up to your chest, trailing them down over your neck before gently kneading at the mounds over your shirt. you don’t usually wear a bra so you can feel the minute your nipples begin to pebble at your touch. it doesn’t feel too bad and not soon after your breath starts to pick up as you begin to feel the pleasure bloom in your core.

seokjins heartbeat sounds loud in his chest and he gulps before he musters enough courage to speak again. “i want- i want you to tell me what you’re doing.”

him asking you to vocalize what you were doing to yourself on the other side of the stall has heat filling your face. but you do it anyway, fingers continuing their mission of rubbing over your nipples.

“i’m touching my breasts.” you say, hoping he can’t hear how breathy you sound. “my nipples are getting hard.”

you hear the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down “are you still wearing your shirt?” he asks.

“yes.”

seokjin palms himself over denim pants “take it off.” he demands

and you don’t need to be told twice, hands fumbling to pull the material over your head and tossing it to the side, fingers immediately going back to your chest. you can’t help but start to flick at your nipples, the pleasure making you want more.

seokjin can hear that you’re starting to enjoy it and much to his delight shy moans begin to leave your lips. before long he can feel the tell tale signs of his cock hardening in his pants. so as he reaches down to unzip them the rest of the way, pulling his member from its confines, he starts thumbing at the head. meanwhile your hand is beginning to wander, finally getting tired of the slow pace. just like seokjin your hand is reaching down, lifting up the bubblegum pink skirt you opted to wear in an effort to start rubbing at your slit over your underwear, the feeling making you let out a pleasure filled gasp. he must notice you’re getting louder.

“wh-what are you doing now?” he gulps, thumb still rubbing at the head of his cock. precum is already starting to spread across his fingertip.

“i’m rubbing myself over my underwear.” you tell him. you can feel a wet spot starting to form under your hand. “i want to…i want to take them off. please mister can i take them off?”

hearing you ask for permission has him leaking more. jin can’t help but groan, spitting in his hand to begins stroking at himself. “yes. yes please, take them off”

after getting the go ahead, you begin to maneuver yourself on the floor of the small stall to remove your underwear and then get right back on your knees in front of the hole. your hands once again find your cunt and you mewl at the feeling. you should be embarrassed. the small amount of foreplay already has you soaking your fingers. you can’t help but trail your fingers up to the bud of your clit, lurching forward at the feeling. you use your other hand to steady yourself on the wall.

“shit” you curse, the pleasure making you jolt.

“tell me what you’re doing. you gotta-“ his hips jerk forward as pleasure shoots up his spine from the hand on his cock. “you gotta tell me, so i can cum.”

once again you let out a whine at his words - fingers picking up the pace between your legs.

“i’m rubbing my clit. it feel so good mister-“

“jin. call me jin.” he grunts.

“ah! jin...it feels so good.” the sound of his name coming out of your mouth has him groaning in response.”-wanna put my fingers in.”

seokjin doesn’t know what your pussy looks like, but he just knew it had to be beautiful. so much so he wished he could see it up close. “yes, fuck, put your fingers in. wanna hear you fuck your pretty pussy.”

once he tells you what to do, you gladly move your fingers down to your slit, sticking the tip of a cold slick covered finger into yourself. seokjin hears a shaky oh escape your lips and he knew you had listened to his request, his hand starting to pick up the pace.

you can hear the wet sounds of him touching himself too as you slide two fingers into your self, digits finding their home inside your spongy walls, knowing where to touch. you’re already starting to match jins pace on the other side of the wall. the rocking of your body causies the stall to begin to shake and jin can tell how good you’re fucking yourself.

the precum on his hand makes the glide easier, he can already feel his end starting to approach as he groans out,“shit- i’m about to cum.”

“no!” you say, not wanting this to be over just yet. not until you get the orgasm you so desperately needed. “please, i want to see your cock. wan’ taste it.”

that only serves to push him closer to edge, but begrudgingly he pulls his hand away, hips jerking forward to chase the pleasure. but ultimately he agrees - glory holes were for blow jobs - not for him to stand here and make himself cum. so he does what you asked, shoving his cock through the hole. his eyes catch the sight of the words stick it here with an arrow accompanying the makeshift cut in the wall and he can’t help but chuckle to himself.

though his amusement is cut off short when he feels the subtle touch of a hand on his cock come from the other side. and fuck was his dick really that wet, or was that your own slick covering your fingers. the thought has his member twitching.

your eyes pick up on the movement, the hand stuck inside your cunt coming to a halt. if you weren’t already turned on you were sure the sight in front of you would’ve had you leaking a puddle on the floor.

his cock was huge to the say the least. you’re surprised it even fit through the hole. it wasn’t long per say but it definitely had girth to it. the shaft was so wide you didn’t even think you could fit two hands around it, let alone in your mouth. he wasn’t lying when he said he was close to cumming, the head shiny with precum and so red it looked like it could burst any minute. the sides were textured with veins and followed the slight curve upwards of his cock. you knew that if he had put that thing inside of you it would’ve found your gspot instantly. you’d probably cum in minutes. it has you speechless.

jin took your silence as bad news, already beginning to pull his hips back and retreat in embarrassment. “sorry. i thought you meant-”

“no, i didn’t- i mean i did. i didn’t mean to offend you. it’s just it’s so…“ seokjin waits nervously as you stumble trying to find the words to finish your sentence. “…it’s so big.”

and that’s the complete opposite of what he was expecting you to say. he knows that he’s a bit more endowed than most men, but he thought big was a bit of an exaggeration. you had to have seen bigger in your line of work. was this even your line of work? or was it just a side thing you did on the weekends.

of course he would get distracted by his stupid thoughts. only seokjin would get caught up in rambling at a time like this.

“i don’t think i can fit it all in my mouth…” you say with a gulp. yet that doesn’t stop the glint of determination in your eye. “but i can try.”

the feeling of your lips finally touching the head of his cock has his hips jerking forward till they’re flush against the wall. he can feel the delayed orgasm from before returning with a ferocity.

without wasting time you lean forward and kiss his tip, not being able to hold yourself back from finally getting a taste. you moan at the saltiness that immediately hits your tongue - eyes closing in satisfaction. when even more begins to leak out, you take it as a sign to continue and slowly begin to take the rest of the bulbous head into your mouth - jaw already beginning to strain from the stretch. the slight hum you let out at the feeling has his cock twitching in response.

seokjins adam apple bobs in his throat. “fuck, please. please i need to cum.”

obliging his request, you slowly begin to take more of him into your mouth, tonguing at the bulging veins. you only stop when it reaches the back of your throat, gagging slightly as it bumps against your uvula. he must like the feeling and his hips thrust forward causing tears to form at the corners of your eyes.

“shit i’m so sorry. i can’t help myself” he says causing you to let out a confused hum and raise your eyebrow as if he can see the question in your eyes. “sorry if this hurts.”

the feeling of his hips starting to pull back from your mouth has you thinking you did something wrong, but his cock shoving back into your throat hard has your eyes flying open.

seokjin immediately sets a fast pace - hips knocking against the wall and shaking the stall. the feeling of the ridges at the top of your mouth continuously grazing his cock has his brain shooting sparks. not to mention your throat squeezing around him as you gag from his continuous thrusting has him ready to cum. he knows he’s pushing you past your limits, but he knows you can take it. you’re a good girl, he can tell.

and yes he’s pushing you past your limits. if he could see you on the other side of the wall he would see the tears leaking down your face and the streaks of mascara running down your cheeks, drool leaking from around your lips. you probably look a mess - but you don’t care. you can’t help but move your hand back down to your aching cunt, remembering how close you were to cumming before he started fucking your mouth. the feeling of your hand bumping against your clit has your eyes rolling back in your head and when you slip three fingers straight in yourself, even the mouthful of cock can’t stop the dirty moan that comes from your throat. you don’t waste time, already shoving your fingers in and out at the same pace that seokjin was fucking your mouth.

from the squelching sounds coming from the other stall and the feel of you moaning around him, he can tell what you’re doing and it only makes him shove his cock harder through the hole, fingers scratching at the wall for leverage as he grunts.

“yeah that’s right god fuck yourself on your fingers like a good girl.” you merely whine in response. “cum like you would on my cock.”

your hips are humping at your hand like a wild animal, chasing your own high as your mouth falls open to let him completely ruin your throat. your eyes are blank, not a thought in your head besides cumming. you only wish it was his cock fucking you silly instead of your own fingers.

“i’m close baby girl. are you gonna let me cum in that tight mouth of yours?” seokjin asks between growls of pleasure. he feels you nod your head rapidly. your mouth straining to form the words yes and please as if he can hear with a cock all the way down your throat. if he wasn’t so lost in pleasure he would’ve laughed. who would’ve guessed you were such a cum hungry slut. briefly he thinks back to when you laughed at him earlier for not being able to get it up. he bet you weren’t laughing now.

and you’re already so fucking close. you can feel your walls clenching and fluttering around your fingers. but you want to wait - want to taste his cum on your tongue. fortunately you don’t have to wait very long as you feel his cock twitch and explode in your mouth, seokjins cum flooding your mouth and leaking out of the corner of your lips.

there’s so much of it you’re chocking on it. the taste has you gushing as you pull off his cock to let out quiet screams and moans. but you pull off too soon and seokjin’s still cumming. streaks of white continue to burst out the head, some of it splattering over your chest and some on your cheeks. you barely manage to avoid it getting in your eyes and move your head so it would land on your forehead instead. the feel of it leaking all over you has you reaching a second high, body shivering and shaking as waves of pleasures rake through you. with a groan, you collapse back against the wall behind you, fingers slipping out of your abused slit with a squelch. all you could do was lay there with your legs wide open and skirt still flipped up. the cum all over you was cooling, but your arms lay too tired next to you to wipe it off.

being out of it you don’t even register seokjin slipping his cock out of the hole or hear him zipping himself back up as he tucks his cock back into his pants. for a second the quiet has you forgetting he’s even in the bathroom with you, but when the door to your stall begins to rattle you quickly spring back up in attention - gazing at the door with fright. realizing it was just seokjin opening the door you quickly relax, suddenly bashful about your appearance.

“i hope you’re not too tired.” he says, the smile stretching across his face making your body tense back up.

“cause’ i’m not done with you yet.”