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Claiming Naivety

Male OC x Eunchae

Tags: 15k, smut, first time, creampie, oral, anal, gb, tw

The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

Eunchae was enjoying breakfast with her sister on a Saturday morning. They always made time like this to hang out. After all, they were the only family they each had. Eunchae's sister had dedicated her life to giving her all the love she could.

Eunchae, now that she was eighteen, had come to appreciate all her sister had done for her. The past year of her sister’s life was split between working and caring for her. But now that she was an adult herself and about to head to college in a few months, she hoped her sister would make time for herself again. Find new hobbies, make friends, and maybe even find a romantic relationship.

Eunchae herself hasn’t explored the romantic world either, but for different reasons. She dedicated herself to her studies as well as her love of art and music. While she may have lacked boyfriends, she made up for it with friends. In particular, she had four close friends: Eunwoo, Doyun, Chanwoo, and Minho. Her sister had teased her in the past for having four guys as best friends and predicted she would end up dating them. However, Eunchae asserted that wasn’t going to happen, proving herself correct. These guys were her friends, and no other funny business had ever occurred between them.

“Are your friends coming over tonight to hang out again?” her sister asked. Eunchae nodded. Her house was a frequent hangout spot for them. Her sister enjoyed having her friends around, too, and they often called her the ‘cool sister.’

“I’m glad to hear it. Now that you guys are adults, I can’t help but notice how handsome they are,” she said with a sly smile.

“Unnie! Gross! Those are my friends you’re talking about,” Eunchae said, shocked that her sister would comment on her friend’s appearance.

“Relax, I’m just saying. They wouldn’t be interested in me anyway. I’m older, but can you imagine...,” she said, looking off into the distance.

“No! I can’t and won’t imagine that. Can we please talk about something else,” Eunchae said in protest.

Hearing that her sister even entertained the idea of being anything resembling romantic with her friends was beyond embarrassing. She appreciated that her sister hadn’t had any contact with a man in years, but she could start by dating men her age.

However, Eunchae calmed herself down; her sister was just teasing. Even if she was interested in her friends in that way, as her sister said, she’s older than them. Eunchae even doubted how much her friends were interested in romantic encounters at the moment. None of them had girlfriends or gone on dates, as far as she knew. The five of them just wanted to have some fun.

That evening, the four guys arrived together at Eunchae’s. She had made plans for them to play a board game. “Hey guys, I got the game set up in the backroom. I even added in the bird expansion, so there are even more bird powers you can use!” Eunchae excitedly said.

But as she led them to the room where she expected them to spend the next hours playing the game, the four boys were momentarily distracted by the arrival of her sister. “Hello, boys! It’s so nice to see you all. I trust you all are staying fit as ever?” she said to them.

“We try our best, Noona,” Eunwoo said in a flirty tone that alarmed Eunchae.

“You’re looking fit yourself,” Doyun added.

“Oh, stop it, you guys. You’re going to tempt me into doing something bad...,” she said. What the hell does that mean, Eunchae thought. She started pushing her friends down the hall, away from her sister.

Eunchae said, “Come on, I need to explain to you guys how the egg-laying mechanism works in the game.”

Finally, distancing herself from her sister's odd behavior, Eunchae got to work walking them through the board game she intended for all five of them to play over the next few hours. Ten minutes later, she was in the middle of explaining how food selection works. “If the dice show the same food, you can re-roll. But that’s optional,” she said as she showed them an example.

"Wow, Noona looked amazing! Has she been hitting the gym, Eunchae?" Minho asked, cutting her off mid-sentence.

“She’s been taking walks more, I guess. Anyway, you can only take food when you do the collection action...,” she said, changing the subject back to the game before getting interrupted once more.

“She was being really friendly with us. Even flirty,” Chanwoo remarked.

“Yeah, she kept talking about how handsome you guys were earlier today. She even wondered out loud if you guys were interested in her. It was pretty embarrassing to hear. Can you imagine!” Eunchae said with a laugh. She felt bad making fun of her sister like this, but her behavior was so odd today.

“Your sister interested in us?” Doyun asked, surprised.

“That’s not what I said. She was wondering if you all were interested in her. God, I feel cringy even telling you guys about it,” Eunchae said, clarifying. “But let’s talk about how nectar is used.” However, the boys were becoming less interested in the game.

“Dude, she said we were handsome. She hasn’t been with anyone lately. Do you think we might have a shot with her?” Doyun asked the group.

Eunchae’s eyes lit up in horror. These guys were actually interested in her sister? “Whoa, guys. She’s my sister. Can we not talk about her like this?” she asked.

“We’re not teasing, Eunchae. I don’t know about the other guys, but I think your sister is a stone-cold fox. I’m sorry, but if she is attracted to me, I’m taking my shot,” Doyun said.

The other three voiced their strong agreement. “Let’s go talk to her. She might be on board for anything,” Eunwoo suggested. This prompted the four boys to stand up.

Eunchae ran to the door and blocked it. Their willingness and her sister’s flirty demeanor tonight created a bad combination. She didn’t need her friends and her sister engaging in... funny business.

“Guys, wait. I’m asking you, as your long-term friend here, please don’t go flirt with my sister,” Eunchae said, appealing to the four guys.

They all looked at each other before Doyun replied.

“To be clear, we’re not looking to flirt. Let’s stop beating around the bush here and be clear. We want to have sex with your sister, and we think we have a real shot tonight at actually making this happen.”

While Eunchae didn’t say this, she agreed with her friends. With the way her sister has been talking today, she might let her friends seduce her. Eunchae did not need to have her friends turning her sister into their fuck buddy.

“Don’t do this, guys. She’s my sister,” Eunchae said desperately.

“We’re not asking you to watch or anything, Eunchae. We’re adults now. Your sister is an adult woman—a woman with desires and the ability to give consent. I’m sorry that you are uncomfortable with the situation, but you don’t have the right to interfere if everyone involved is on board starting a sexual relationship,” Minho explained.

She understood his point, but her point was she didn’t want her sister fucking her friends.

They started crowding Eunchae, trying to get past. The second they do, there would be nothing stopping them from starting a five-way orgy with her sister. Her mind raced with thoughts of what she could say to convince them. Suddenly, a viable idea occurred to her, and she voiced it.

“How about I flash you guys my underwear?” Eunchae blurted out.

All four of them halted their attempt to leave the room, and her cheeks flushed red. She couldn’t believe the words that had come out of her mouth. She nearly spoke up, declaring it to be a joke, but she had managed to stop them.

“Really? Or are you just fooling us?” Doyun asked skeptically.

Eunwoo was also in doubt. “You’ve never been one for showing off. You wear a t-shirt and swim trunks over your one-piece bathing suit when we go to the pool.”

“I’m... not kidding. But only a quick flash! Just so you guys will calm down, and we can play the game,” Eunchae said with a shaky voice.

The four of them backed up and watched Eunchae with interest. They seemed to expect her to flash them right then and there. Eunchae’s mind raced with panicked thoughts. She had never done anything like this, and she worried she was opening a door she could never close. Would these guys expect her to do this again in the future? Would they start to see her as more than a friend? She wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

But in the short term, she needed to do this. Their having sex with her sister would change their relationship far more than briefly seeing her underwear. As she felt her face heat up, Eunchae gripped the bottom of her sweater tightly. Closing her eyes, she quickly lifted her shirt, feeling the cooler air hit her stomach and upper body chest. She then pulled her sweater back down. They saw her bra, even if just for a second. It was done. She opened her eyes to the smiling faces of her friends, still staring at her chest, even though the underwear was now not visible.

“Okay. Let’s get back to the game,” Eunchae said in a quiet voice.

But the guys didn’t follow her back to the table. “You only showed us your bra. You still need to flash us your panties,” Minho said.

“What?” Eunchae said, turning around in shock. “I didn’t say anything about my panties. That’s asking too much, guys!”

They looked disappointed but understanding. “You don’t need to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Eunchae. We’ll come back after we’re done to start the game,” Minho said as, once again, the guys headed towards the door and into the welcoming arms of Eunchae’s sister.

“Okay, look!” Eunchae yelled as she lifted her skirt, showing the four guys her panties. They all spun around and witnessed her underwear for the first time. Only this thin fabric was between them and their female friend’s most intimate area.

Confident they had seen what they requested, she lowered the skirt back down, restoring her back into a decent state. “We need to see the back of your panties as well,” Doyun added.

“What? Why?” Eunchae asked the question even though she could guess why.

Were they really so interested in her body that they needed to see her in her panties from different angles? The guys didn’t answer, so rather than wait for them to start walking towards the door again, Eunchae rolled her eyes and turned around. Lifting her skirt yet again, the four men enjoyed yet another view of her body that no man has yet seen until today.

The flowing air she felt on her cheeks reminded her that this underwear didn’t cover as much of her as she would have liked. She let the skirt fall back into place and felt relieved this was done. She hoped her friends would agree not to speak of this embarrassing day again.

“Wow, that was pretty hot, Eunchae. I didn’t know you had an exhibitionist side to you like that,” Chanwoo replied, still thinking about his friend in this new, sexy light.

“I didn’t do it for any weird reason like that! I just did it to convince you guys not to go try and get with my sister!” Eunchae replied in protest.

“Eunchae... why would giving us a quick flash of your underwear stop us from fucking your sister? She’s going to show us a lot more than just two seconds of her panties,” Doyun pointed out. Eunchae couldn’t believe this. Had she just embarrassed herself for no reason?

“Well then, how about I strip to my underwear and stay that way for the evening,” she offered, her muscles tensing up as she thought how shameful this was going to be for her.

“I’d love that,” Minho said, taking a seat as he looked forward to a much longer view of his longtime female friend in her unmentionables. The others followed suit. Once again, the naive teenager found herself in a situation where her friends anxiously awaited her to expose her body to them.

“You guys don’t really want to see me in my underwear, do you?” she asked them with a nervous laugh. Her friends responded with enthusiastic nods as they eyed her body.

Seeing no other path forward except letting her friends seek out her horny sister, Eunchae’s shaky hands reached for the bottom of her sweater. As she pulled it up and felt her stomach get exposed, she told herself it was nothing they hadn’t already seen, albeit briefly. The sweater rose to her face, and she knew that once again, her bra, holding her ample breasts, was on display for her friends.

“Fantastic,” Eunwoo commented as she placed her top on the ground.

The young lady instinctively wanted to cover her chest, but she knew she needed to finish the job first. She turned to face her friends before starting to push her skirt down, as she didn’t want them to see her rear end. But both Doyun and Chanwoo walked behind her, making that plan null.

The skirt slid down over the cheeks of her butt as she was again reminded that these panties didn’t cover the entirety of her ass. Trying to avoid bending over, Eunchae let the skirt fall to the floor. Her task was completed, but she now faced the humiliation of playing the game all evening in this state. Her friends would be able to view almost all of her exposed body whenever they wanted. She felt like a tramp, but her sister would be free from the eager hands of these four familiar guys.

“I’ll stay like this if you guys promise not to look at me too much. Now getting back to the player boards...,” Eunchae said, desperate to get back to her instructions once again.

But as always, her friends interjected before she could continue. “Eunchae, this is really hot. But your sister is going to show us her whole body, not just tease us in her underwear,” Doyun pointed out.

“God, I can’t wait to see her tits. So big and juicy. Fuck...,” Chanwoo said while mimicking their shape with his hands.

“Stop describing my sister’s tits! Jesus! I stripped to my underwear, and you guys still aren’t satisfied. Throw me a bone here,” the young woman complained.

“I’m looking forward to throwing your sister my bone,” Minho remarked.

“Shut up!” Eunchae had never seen this side of her friends. Were they really this anxious to fuck someone? And why did that person have to be her sister? But she understood their point about seeing her sister naked, as weird as that point was to make, countering it would be insanity. She would have to show them something she hadn’t planned to reveal until she got married in her late thirties: her naked body.

“Maybe I...,” she started to say, but then lost her words. The four guys waited for her to finish her thought, but she continued to stammer.

“Maybe you what?” Chanwoo asked curiously.

“Eunchae, you don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.” If she wanted to keep these guys from knowing what her sister’s naked body looked like, she did, Eunchae thought.

“Maybe I am willing to show you guys more,” she said, finally getting her words out.

After a brief pause, the boys sought clarification. “Like your boobs?” Eunwoo asked.

“And maybe your pussy too? Your sister will certainly show us hers.” Doyun pointed out.

“You should get on a table and do a strip tease!” Chanwoo added.

“And then give us lap dances like our own personal stripper!” Minho said excitedly.

When Eunchae said she was willing to show more, she meant maybe a quick flash of her chest while keeping her nipples concealed possible. But before she could say anything, her friends turned this offer into her acting as a full-on stripper who showed every inch of her body and even sat in their laps. Any compromise she offered from here would only create disappointment that would drive them into the arms and other parts of her willing sister.

“Trust me, guys. You don’t want to see me naked. It’s not worth it. I’m not that attractive,” Eunchae said, vocalizing her self-doubts.

“Are you kidding? Seeing you naked has been a dream of mine since we met. But you have never shown any interest in that kind of stuff till now,” Doyun admitted. The other three were in total agreement. Eunchae was taken aback at this admission. Her friends thought about her naked? This was such a foreign concept to Eunchae. The thought of someone seeing her as a sex object was confusing. But she shook off this strange thought. She had a choice to make. Either strip nude for her friends or send them off to fuck her sister. The choice was clear, albeit incredibly embarrassing.

“Where do you want me to do this?” she asked as her four friends’ faces lit up with the realization that this was going to happen. They led her to the game table, where they pushed game pieces aside and helped her onto the table. Standing on the table, she realized how shameful of an angle these guys were going to have on her various... parts. But she was up here now, and backing down would spell an end to her sister’s innocence.

“Do you... guys have a preference on what I... start with,” she asked them as her hands moved back and forth between her bra and panties. She couldn’t bear to decide for herself. Whatever piece she thought about removing first would send an unintended message to her friends about her confidence in that part or would indicate that she wanted them to see this first or last. Let the guys decide.

But this proved to be folly. Half of them yelled for her to show her boobs first, while the other half demanded the sight of her naked pussy. Hearing both sides argue about what part of her body they wanted to see put Eunchae into a state of extreme agitation, and she found herself pulling her panties down without even realizing what she was doing. The arguing stopped instantly as her panties landed on the top of the table, and her bald pussy was put on display for all four men. In that instant, they became the first, second, third, and fourth men ever to see this sight.

“Holy shit Eunchae, you shave?” Eunwoo asked. Eunchae’s eyes looked at her private area with horror as she hadn’t considered this when she stripped.

“Yes... But only because I think it’s more hygienic. It’s not for any weird sexual thing, I promise.” She cried out as she covered her groin with her hands. “Stop looking at it!”

The guys complained that a stripper wouldn’t hide her nudity after stripping. “Stop calling me a stripper! That’s not what’s going on, and you know it!” Eunchae was getting flustered but knew her friends were trying to get a rise out of her.

“Keep going! Let’s see everything!” Chanwoo cheered.

“Do it, do it, do it,” Eunwoo started chanting as the others joined him. Half an hour ago, Eunchae was explaining to these guys how to place cards in the board game. Now, they were uniformly calling for her to remove the last piece of clothing she had on.

As she stood there with her hands at her crotch, the boys started to move to the other side of the table to get a view of her ass.

“Where are you going. Stop!” Eunchae cried. But soon, they were on all sides of her, and she was unable to prevent them from enjoying yet another aspect of her body.

After a few minutes of posing like she needed to pee, the teenager realized she couldn’t delay things any further.

“Fine! Just... I don’t know. Just don’t be weird,” she said, standing upright and removing her hands, exposing herself once more. All four men quickly rushed to view her womanhood again. She closed her eyes, and her hands went to her back. Despite having done this tens of thousands of times, her unsteady hands struggled to unhook her bra.

“Do you need help, Eunchae?” Chanwoo asked.

“No!” She cried. Getting stripped by her friends seemed even more shameful than stripping herself for them.

Finally, to her relief, she got it unhooked. But that relief was replaced with the horror that this meant her friends would now see her ample breasts as soon as she released her grip on the garment. She peeked out of one eye and saw all four long-time friends practically drooling over her chest in anticipation. As she debated her options, her shaky hands lost their grip, and before she knew it, her bra fell off. The weight of her boobs weighed on her chest, and at that moment, her friends came to know every intimate detail about her naked body.

After the accidental strip, Eunchae was frozen in place. The four guys were equally in shock as they studied the newly revealed source of their apparent long-time lust. The silence made Eunchae ask herself increasingly worried questions. Were they so quiet because her body is weird? Did they not like what they saw? Why did she now care if her friends liked her body or not? But the following sudden response of the men threw these negative thoughts out of her head.

“Holy shit, your tits are incredible!”

“Yeah, but how about that pussy? Damn!”

“I’ve got to see that ass again.”

“So... fucking... hot.”

All four of them simultaneously voiced their admiration for her body.

Eunchae became conflicted. Showing herself off like this was embarrassing, and she wished to get dressed again. But these compliments gave her feelings of warmth and pride—something she hadn’t felt before.

“I call first lap dance!” Chanwoo called out, breaking up the moment of self-discovery Eunchae was having.

“What? Lap dance? I’m not...,” she said, turning rapidly towards him. With her tits now free of the confines of clothing, they jiggled considerably. A fact that the guys noticed.

“You said you were going to be our stripper. Strippers give lap dances...” Chanwoo said as if the lap dance had already been agreed upon previously.

“I have been adamant that I am not your stripper. And it was your idea that I give lap dances. I never said I would!” Eunchae cried out. Her friends kept pushing the boundaries of this friendship at a quickening pace.

“That’s okay then. Thanks for letting us see your naked body, though. I can’t believe we are going to see you and your sister both naked on the same night,” Doyun said as he followed the others toward the door.

Eunchae was astounded at this. She had stripped fully naked for these guys, something she had never done before. And even with all that, they still wanted to seek out the sexual attention of her sister.

“Wait! I didn’t say I wasn’t willing to give lap dances,” she said, stopping her friends once again.

“Each of us can get one from you?” Eunwoo asked, seeking clarity.

The idea of rubbing her body against one of them was odd enough, but all four?

“Yeah...,” she said meekly.

Chanwoo moved a chair into the middle of the room, and one of the guys started playing music that was appropriate for a lap dance. Eunchae stood several feet away from her friend, still fully naked. A fact that she still couldn’t believe was true. She had never done anything like this, so she thought back to the various movies she had seen where the actresses gave someone a lap dance. Slowly, she started swaying her hips back and forth, which prompted loud cheers from the guys. Chanwoo’s eyes were locked on her tits which jiggled considerably even with Eunchae’s small movements.

“Come closer, Eunchae. Stand over my lap while you do that,” he said, waving her over. She tip-toed over slowly, hoping to keep as much distance as possible from her horny friend while she was in this nude state. Still, he beckoned her to continue until her tits were mere inches away from his face.

“Isn’t this a bit too close?” Eunchae asked.

“It’s a lap dance. You’re supposed to be as close as possible. Your sister would understand that,” Chanwoo said. Why would her sister know that, Eunchae wondered as her hip movements started up again. Her male friend was now close enough to see every detail of her tits. Weirder still was that he needed to lean his face in only a few inches to make contact with her chest. That thought got the inexperienced girl’s heart thumping.

Feeling emboldened by the erotic sight, Chanwoo reached out and put his hands on Eunchae’s bare hips.

“Chanwoo... what are you doing...,” Eunchae nervously asked him.

“It’s just your hips,” he replied.

The young man’s eyes diverted from her ample chest to her womanhood. In this embarrassing position, her pussy was situated just above his crotch. True, his parts were contained within his pants, but it was still in proximity to her very exposed parts. Her eyes were also drawn to an area in his pants that bulged out. She wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know that was. The sight of her nude body had given her friend, likely all of her friends, an erection. A response before today, she wasn’t sure anyone had ever prompted her body. As she stared, she became curious to see more, but shook that thought out of her head. All this time, Chanwoo continued to watch Eunchae’s pussy.

“Turn around. Let’s see that naked ass shake,” he said. Eunchae did as he asked, but she took note of the change in dynamic. Her friends weren’t asking her. They were now telling her what to do. She truly was their own personal stripper now. But again, she remembered why she was doing this. If not, her sister would be in this exact position now. Her nude body being drooled over by her friends, or worse.

After watching her cheeks shake back and forth for a few minutes, her friend had another command. “Bend over. All the way.”

Eunchae looked back at him with a scared look. “Bend over? But you’ll see... Do you really need to see me in such a state?” She asked. Chanwoo shrugged, but if she protested, he would probably bring up her sister again and her willingness to do almost anything. A fact she wasn’t sure was true, but rather not tested. Eunchae bent over, holding onto her friend’s knees for support. The flow of cold air on the newly exposed area told her what this position was doing. Chanwoo was getting a close-up view of her pussy from behind. Rustling sounds behind her also told her that the other three friends had joined him in enjoying this view. Every second in this state was humiliating, and it would take another four minutes before she was told she could stand up.

“My turn,” Minho announced, taking the seat that Chanwoo had just been in. Eunchae was being passed around from friend to friend like they all wanted a turn lusting over her. It made her feel used but wanted. Her mind was a storm of conflicting feelings. For now, she obeyed the lusty commands of her friends. All the while telling herself every sexual gaze or embarrassing pose, she did was one less than her sister would do later.

Minho had her sit on his lap, her back resting against his front.

“Don’t just sit there, move that butt into me. It’s a lap dance, after all,” he explained.

As her bare ass slid back and forth on his crotch, the feeling of his erect dick became unquestionably noticeable. While she had seen Chanwoo’s contained in his pants, with Minho, she was feeling with him. With her own ass, no less. Why was it that he felt no shame in getting felt up like this while she felt like she was being used? Where did this power dynamic arise from? But she did admit feeling his dick rest between her butt checks was an erotic and naughty sensation. But feelings that were overwhelmed by the shame she felt for acting in such a way.

“Turn around and face me. I want to see your tits as I feel you grind into my crotch,” he said with confidence. She turned around and sat on him while facing him.

“Would it kill you to say please? I’m still your friend, guys,” Eunchae complained as she started up lap grinding on him again.

“Please shake your tits in my face while your ass rubs against my dick,” Minho said.

Eunchae gave him an angry look, and he started laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! That was a joke. You’re right. I’m getting carried away. We’re just having fun.” Despite the apology, though, he didn’t pull back on his expectation that she continues to stimulate him with her nude ass.

As Minho sat there with her tits swaying close to his face, he placed his hands on her lower back. Slowly, they moved south until they rested just above the start of her cheeks. “Where are your hands going there, Minho?” the naked teenager asked her aroused friend.

“I was thinking about getting some hand full of your ass. Or should I hold off and wait until I get my hands on your sister’s?” He asked.

Eunchae was well aware that they were using her over-protective attitude toward her sister to get her to agree to more sexual things. But they seemed genuine in their desire to get with her sister, so she had to play along. Even if it meant her ass would now be open to the groping of a guy she had trusted for so long. “If you have to...,” she muttered.

Within the instant she said that his hands went straight to her ass and squeezed, prompting her to yelp out of surprise. He felt them in every way possible and manipulated them in all directions. Her other three friends sat behind her and witnessed this occur. The weirdest was when he would push her cheeks apart.

“Stop doing that, Minho!” Eunchae complained, feeling him push them apart yet again.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because you’re showing...,” she started to say while trying to motion back subtly to her friends.

“If you’re worried his massaging of your ass is revealing your asshole to us, then so that you know, it is. We’ve seen it extensively now,” Eunwoo commented from behind her. Fantastic, Eunchae thought to herself. God forbid that her friends don’t see every square inch of her body.

Five minutes later and Minho had memorized how every nook and cranny of Eunchae’s ass felt. He then relented to give Eunwoo a turn at pushing Eunchae’s sexual boundaries. Eunwoo had her take the same position on him and wasted no time getting his own hands on her ample ass. Eunchae was now assuming all four of them were going to end up groping her naked ass. In fact, the whole rest of the night might consist of her cheeks getting felt up while stimulating her friends with a lap dance consisting mainly of crotch grinding. But this would be fine. She could handle this and waste away the night with this activity. Her sister would fall asleep in a few hours, free from the hands of her eager friends. What this meant for the future of Eunchae’s relationship with them was worrying. She doubted they would call this a one-time thing. More worrying was that Eunchae didn’t hate that idea.

While Eunwoo was enjoying the feeling of his friend’s behind, his eyes grew hungry for another part of her. “Lean in, Eunchae. I need to get my mouth all over those tits,” he said as his tongue dropped out of his mouth in anticipation.

“My... chest?” Eunchae said as she watched his tongue position itself inches from her nipples. Wasn’t seeing them enough? Wasn’t feeling her butt enough? Was anything enough for these guys? Why were her friends so horny for her and her sister?

“If you think you really need to in order to keep satisfied... okay,” the lap-dancing teen said while looking away.

The feeling of a warm, moist tongue rubbing all over her sensitive nipples made the young woman moan out involuntarily. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her other friends grow excited by her moan. Eunchae herself was surprised by this. Even more surprising was how continued stimulation of her breasts by his tongue garnered a continuous reaction from her.

Small jolts of pleasure shot out of her chest with each manipulation of her nipples with his mouth. When he took the entirety of one of them in his mouth, she again loudly moaned, and this confirmed to her male friend that she was enjoying the experience, much to her shame. His mouth was relentless, and she found herself grinding into his crotch just a bit harder and faster. Her tits grew warm while the tenderness in them reached levels that were causing the inexperienced teen to writhe on top of her friend.

Eunwoo continued to be bold and brought his hands to grope her chest next. Eunchae voiced no opposition to this and welcomed it. The feeling of his fingers pinching her nipples acted to relieve the building pleasure in her chest that was driving her crazy. The manipulation of her tits by his hands spread this pleasure throughout her body. She was grinding hard into his lap and breathing heavily as her mouth stayed agape. The view of the shy, embarrassed girl was replaced with one experiencing pleasure and actively leaning into those feelings.

It was only when Eunwoo commented, “Damn, you’re horny,” that Eunchae was knocked back to her usual self. She became very aware of her moans and how welcoming she had been of her friend’s touch on her naked body. She looked at him with wide, shocked eyes.

Not knowing what else to do, she suggested, “Maybe we give Doyun a turn.”

Eunchae stood up off Eunwoo, her whole body shivering a bit from the impact of having her breasts sexually stimulated. The last of her friends not to get their lap dance yet was Doyun, who sat on the chair with a smile indicating he had a plan in store for the now-flustered teen. “Sit on my lap, facing away from me. If you enjoyed what Eunwoo did to you, you’re going to love what I have in store.”

Eunchae didn’t know how to react to this. Why did Doyun need to do anything to her? Wasn’t this about their pleasure? But she was enamoured with curiosity and wondered if he could give her the same rush of joy that Eunwoo had. She took a seat on him just as he had asked.

Just like with her previous two friends, the erection contained in his pants was readily apparent as she felt it on her ass. She suspected that Chanwoo, the final friend, would soon give her the opportunity to feel his penis as well. “Just relax and lean back against me,” Doyun said in a calming voice.

His hands started at her sides. While far from an intimate location, Eunchae was so unused to male contact that even having his hands on the bare skin of her side felt intense. As she leaned back, he nestled his face on her neck and started lightly kissing it as his hands moved up and down her sides from her hips to the sides of her bosoms. Her legs squirmed as the feeling of his lips on her neck was divine. It also made her appreciate that men had seen her naked and felt so many areas of her body, but she had still never kissed a man. That realization made her feel whorish, but as Doyun’s hands migrated to become the second man in the last half hour to grope her naked tits, she didn’t care anymore.

“Aahhhh,” Eunchae moaned out as her tits, neck, and most intimate areas tingled with pleasure she never knew her body could feel. Her reasons for doing this were long forgotten. All she knew was she didn’t want this to stop. And Doyun didn’t stop as the next minutes consisted of nothing but her tits getting worked over by the strong hands of her friend while she squired on the shaft of his cock. A cock that consumed her thoughts. It was ever so tempting to suggest possible next steps, not caring that she had an audience. But only Doyun knew where things were going to end up between them.

As Eunchae’s mind was adrift in lust, she failed to notice the downward movement of her close friend’s hands. Soon, his fingers made contact with the area that even her own hands rarely touched. The nude girl shot up as she felt two fingers run along the length of her labia. “Oh fuck!” She yelled out. Coming back to reality fast, she looked down to confirm where her friend’s hands had shifted. She grabbed them and held them in place to prevent further stimulation of that area.

“Whoa there. I think that’s taking things too far. I’m letting you grope my chest extensively. Why do you need to touch me there?”

“You have a beautiful body, Eunchae. Your face, chest, butt, and your pussy as well. Why wouldn’t we want to touch you there, too?” He asked.

“Thanks... but touching me there provokes... feelings. I’m not ready for intensity like that,” the still-panting woman admitted.

“Are you sure you aren’t ready? You were plenty wet from what I could feel.”

“No! I... it was... no!” Eunchae said, not liking that this detail was spoken out loud. “I’m not ready!”

Doyun moved his hands away from the groin of his friend. “I understand. That was asking too much of you. You should probably get off me then,” he said.

Eunchae was cautious of this. “Why? I didn’t say you had to stop feeling my other areas.”

“And those areas are fun. But I’m ready for more, and if you don’t want to progress, then we are going to...,” but Eunchae finished his thought.

“My sister. I got it... Actually, I am ready for you to touch my... private area,” Eunchae said.

“Are you sure?” Doyun questioned. Eunchae didn’t answer with words but grabbed his hands and brought them back to her pussy, all while opening up her legs.

Doyun resumed rubbing two fingers along her labia, but just ever so lightly. Still, Eunchae let out a moan that she worried would echo all the way to her sister’s room. Her friend repeated this motion again, then again, and settled into a steady pace of finger stimulation. As Doyun pointed out, Eunchae provided a lot of lubrication. Ever since she started getting touched by Chanwoo, this had been occurring, much to her embarrassment. But there was no hiding that from Doyun.

The build-up of pleasure that had been driving the teenager mad from just the chest groping. But with her stimulation now vaginal in nature, this build-up felt more intense. Something was happening in her, and with what her friend’s fingers were doing, it was happening fast. During a downward motion along her vaginal lips, one of Doyun’s fingers did a sudden turn and penetrated her slightly. This sent a rush through her legs that caused them to spasm. He repeated this maneuver and got the same reaction from the young woman. His finger went deeper and longer each time and was joined by a neighboring finger. Eunchae’s reaction only grew, and soon her muscles all over her body tensed up from this new feeling of having someone inside her pussy.

Eunchae’s hands had a death grip on the chair that supported them. She continued to writhe on her friend, grinding her ass uncontrollably into his dick still contained in his pants. The relentless finger assault on her pussy sent pulse after pulse of pleasure through her body. These pulses grew more intense with less time between them. Soon, the pleasure was constant, and she lost awareness of the world around her. The ecstasy grew to new levels, and Eunchae wondered if relief would ever be found. Her mind was filled with perverse thoughts, and she thought about all of the unspeakable things she could do with the cock that she felt between her ass cheeks.

Finally, the dam burst open, and her body, from her spine to her toes, convulsed in pleasure. Her concern about her sister possibly hearing her was long forgotten, and she wailed out in beautiful agony. As the orgasm relented its hold on her, she collapsed onto her friend, who grabbed her to prevent her body from sliding off. Eunchae had experienced something she didn’t know was possible.

She also didn’t know how long she had been on top of him as her friends watched her bare chest heave up and down. As her breath got under control, she turned her head and was face to face with the guy who had given her this sexual glee. She put her lips together and contacted his, an event that proved to be her first kiss. She reflected on how embarrassing this was later, having been given an orgasm by a guy before kissing them. A situation that would soon be repeated.

After sharing a few more kisses, they looked into each other’s eyes with bliss until Doyun asked, “Blowjob?”

Hearing such a brazen request caused Eunchae to shoot to her feet and off the lap of her friend. However, her legs were in no state to hold her weight, and she fell on her ass, putting her in a spread-legged pose that her friends enjoyed seeing. The nude girl wasn’t concerned with her body being exposed at the moment, though.

“A blowjob? What? From me?” She asked in her post-orgasm-confused state. She worried that while getting fingered earlier, when she imagined herself doing just such an act, she may have unknowingly vocalized a desire to take on such a task. But that wasn’t the case. This was simply a guy wanting to experience a blowjob from his increasingly sexually active female friend.

“Or your sister. Man, can you guys imagine her luscious lips wrapped around your...”

“Stop. Stop. You guys are trying to convince me to blow you by saying you’re going to seek oral from my sister otherwise. Seriously. Can you just agree not to seek out sexual acts from my sister? Is that too big of an ask,” Eunchae pleaded while on the floor with an exposed, shimmering pussy.

The four guys looked at each other. “Eunchae, we understand that you aren’t that interested in sex, events that occurred just five minutes ago notwithstanding. But we are. If your sister is willing to engage in blowjobs with all four of us. That’s her business. I’m sorry you feel that we are trying to manipulate you into doing anything. We aren’t. But we also aren’t going to turn down anything you are offering,” Minho said in a well-meaning tone.

As Eunchae thought about what her friend had just said, she began to accept the reality. She had done some embarrassing things, but there was no need to go further. Her sister was a woman, and these guys were men. Everyone was of legal age, and no cheating would occur. She wouldn’t get in the way of whatever it was they wanted to do with each other.

But then her mind visualized her sister being surrounded by the four cocks of her friends as she went back and forth sucking on them all. Her friends groped her naked body just as they had Eunchae’s, giving her sister the same feelings of uncontrollable lust. Eventually, they unload the contents of their cocks in her mouth and on her. From there, they progress to even more sensual activities. No! Eunchae couldn’t accept such an event occurring. And it was in her power to stop it.

“Get your dick out. I’ll suck it,” she said with her voice cracking. Doyun stood up, looking like he, well, looking like he just had his long-term female friend, whom he had long been attracted to, offer to blow him. Eunchae, meanwhile, was coming to terms with the many new sensations she was about to experience, all centered around the penis of her trusted friend.

With Eunchae on the floor, Doyun stood on the ground next to her. “How about you get my dick out. That will be fun,” he suggested. Not knowing how to argue otherwise, the nude teenage girl brought her shaky hands to the belt of Doyun. She fumbled with it for a while but got it loose, bringing her ever closer to the object of her soon-to-be oral fixation.

As she reached for the zipper of his pants, her hand slid by the bulge in his pants where his cock lay, sending a shiver up her arm. But she knew that in no time, she would be doing more than just glancing at his shaft. The zipper came down, and she unbuttoned his jeans, leaving a thin layer of cloth between her and his manhood. She could have easily pulled down his boxers, but took the opportunity to delay the appearance of his manly feature a few more seconds.

Released from the confines of his pants, his erection became much more noticeable, giving Eunchae a clearer idea of its size and shape. Seeing her pause and stare, Doyun checked in with her soon-to-be friend/lover. “Everything okay, Eunchae?”

His words almost startled the young woman, and she stammered in response. “What? Oh yeah. Everything is good. Just looking at... I mean, not looking at. But your penis is. Your dick looks good. I mean, no. No, not no... I’m going to shut up and take off your boxers.”

As she dwelled on the embarrassing word salad she just said in reference to her friend’s cock, she pulled down the boxers and, looking up, was taken aback at the sight of her first in-person penis. A very erect one at that, thanks to her efforts earlier. “Fuck...,” she said as her mouth when agape at its sight. It was huge, or at least she thought it was. The idea of fitting into... certain orifices of hers was intimidating, and she was thankful that wasn’t what she was preparing for.

But what she was committed to required her to do more than gawk at it, although she was enjoying her viewing of it. This raised questions, though, that Eunchae realized she needed to answer. How the fuck do you give a blowjob. She knew the obvious parts. You put the penis in your mouth. But was that all there was to it? Was she about to embarrass herself by giving the world’s worst blowjob, all while her friends watched? While giving it to a friend...

She reached up and gently took hold of the base of the shaft with her hand. She was doing it. She was actually holding a real dick in her hand. It was... fleshy. An obvious observation, but it was the best way she felt to describe it. It was firm but pleasantly smooth. She ran her hand up and down it a bit just to get a feel for it, and Doyun reacted positively to this. “God, that feels good. Your hands are so soft on my dick Eunchae,” he said, smiling. The naive girl was surprised at this. Was she actually giving her friend some sexual pleasure? Even with that small amount of effort?

This emboldened the nude teenager currently on her knees. Doyun didn’t ask for a handjob. He asked for a blowjob. So, there was no point in delaying things. Eunchae was going to take a dick into her mouth. She metaphorically dove in and took as much of his length into her as she could without risking ganging. Her lips then wrapped around his shaft, and she slowly pulled away from him, feeling his smooth skin glide along her.

“Fuck...,” Doyun groaned, voicing his approval of her first foray into getting face fucked. Eunchae considered it official that she had now lost her mouth virginity, if that could be considered a thing.

She started repeating this movement, driving the portion of his dick that fit in and out of her mouth, all while using her lips to massage all sides of the cock. After getting used to this, she decided to introduce her tongue to her friend’s dick. As she thrusted his dick once again into her mouth, her tongue swiped a quick lick in. Her taste buds were soon flooded with the taste of the pre-cum leaking out of him. It was an enjoyable salty sensation. But tasting this fluid reminded her of another component, which was Doyun’s sperm. While it was a small amount, for now, the idea of having her close friend’s sperm inside her was intimidating. In the right place, those little swimmers could cause her a lot of trouble. But her mouth was safe, and all the sperm Doyun could supply in this orifice wouldn’t get her pregnant. Despite her extreme nervousness in engaging in such an act, Eunchae admitted to herself that she was enjoying the experience, which was good as she had three friends likely eager for their turns.

As she got more creative with her tongue’s role in the blowjob, Doyun took hold of her head with his hands and started directing her to move faster and deeper. Soon her lips were running rapidly over the cock, and Doyun was breathing hard. Just as the young Eunchae wondered how much longer this might go on, her mouth became flooded with a warm liquid that overwhelmed her taste buds with the previous subtle flavor of his pre-cum. Eunchae had successfully made her friend orgasm, with her mouth no less. Thus returning the orgasm he had given her just earlier.

She pulled away from him, releasing his dick from her mouth. She briefly looked around as her mouth contained billions of his sperm until she finally swallowed, not knowing what else she could do. “Fan-fucking-tastic Eunchae,” Doyun said, needing to take a seat in the chair previously used for lap dances.

“Thanks. I guess,” the teenager said after having her blowjob skills complimented. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be good at this or not, but for now, she was glad the job was done. For one of these guys, at least.

She looked over at her other three friends in a different light than she had in the past. At this moment, they represented dicks that she needed to make cum.

“So... am I blowing one of you guys next?” Eunchae asked in maybe the most embarrassing question of her life.

“I’ll take a boobjob,” Eunwoo announced, standing up. A boobjob? Was there a menu of options that Eunchae was offering that she wasn’t aware of? Was her job tonight to fulfill all of their sexual requests? Still, considering she just took a dick in the mouth, it seemed to her that pleasuring one with your chest was a lesser ask.

“How do we do this?” she asked. Eunwoo was already pulling down his boxers when she asked, revealing the second cock of the day for the inexperienced 18-year-old girl with a stomach full of her friend’s cum. He laid on the floor as his cock awaited two large tits to surround it. This second dick looked no less large than the last one. And no less alluring either, Eunchae thought in the back of her mind. She was a bit excited to feel it.

She got on her knees and leaned over the fleshy staff. “Do I just rub my chest over it like this?” She asked as she positioned the dick between her ample tits. The idea that her body was ideal for such an activity was too much for her to accept.

Eunchae pushed her boobs inward together, compressing them around the dick, and started moving herself up and down the shaft of her friend. This was another first she had given up tonight, although she was certain ‘boob virginity’ was not a thing. She was almost able to surround the perimeter of his manhood completely. The feeling of having this male feature between her chest was odd—a combination of naughty and shameful. Two hours ago, if her friends had asked her to wear something that showed a bit of cleavage, she would have denied them and run off in total embarrassment at even being asked such a thing. Now she was fully naked and currently trying to induce her friend to cum by stimulating him with her tits. Eunchae was worried about what might happen in the next two hours.

Pre-cum from Eunwoo soon coated her bosom. Again, she thought about her friend’s sperm and how another part of her body was being introduced to it. Another safe area, but not headed in the direction she liked.

“Lie on your back,” he said as Eunwoo was looking to switch things around. Being requested to lie on your back fully naked by your friend, currently sporting an exposed erection, worried Eunchae, but she complied. Surely, he wasn’t taking things to that level. Once she was horizontal on her back, the eager male straddled her over her stomach and plopped down his cock between her chest. He then used his own hands to squeeze her tits together and resume the tit job. In control now, Eunwoo was much more vigorous with pumping his cock between her tits. In addition, having both his hands squeezing her tits while a dick used them for pleasure was having an erotic impact on the young lady.

Just as Doyun and Eunwoo gave her tit-stimulated pleasure during the lap dance, this boob job was proving no different. As she saw a dick thrust towards her face repeatedly, Eunchae began to squirm from the barrage of pleasure her chest was feeling. One orgasm was shameful enough to have in front of her friends, but a second one? Especially one derived from such an act would be too much to bear. But the possibility of such a thing happening disappeared as Eunwoo pulled himself out from between her tits. But she then appreciated that he hadn’t finished and wondered if maybe he didn’t plan to. But then the feeling of warm liquid spraying onto her chest brought her up to date with her friend’s plan. He was cumming directly onto his chest. The sight of a dick cumming was breath-taking to the inexperienced teenager. It shot out with force in multiple bursts. Each pump that hit her made her gasp as she appreciated what this liquid was and how erotic this act was. The smell of the cum hit her, and she found it invigorating and wanting more of it. If not on her chest, then other areas...

The last of his seed dripped out onto her, and Eunchae knew she had finished pleasing yet another friend. But two more remained. “I should go clean up,” she said, sitting up.

“No! Keep it on your chest,” Chanwoo said, with Minho nearby, shaking his head in agreement.

“What? But...,” Eunchae started to argue but quickly relented. If this is what they wanted, fine. She didn’t need to hear about how her sister would happily wear their cum with pride.

Having regained her strength from her orgasm earlier, Eunchae stood up. While wearing the cum of Eunwoo on her tits, she asked Chanwoo and Minho, “So what do you guys want to do?” Eunchae regretted her language as she was starting to sound like she was making herself free to be used for their sexual pleasure. Although, isn’t that what she was doing?

“Get on your knees,” Minho said. Figuring that meant he was volunteering to be next and wanted to feel her lips on his cock, she complied.

However, both men approached her while starting to unzip their pants. “Wait. Who am I blowing?” Eunchae asked as she watched both guys’ pants fall to the floor.

“Both,” Chanwoo said as he pulled his cock out, followed by Minho revealing his.

Eunchae understood. Earlier, she had visualized almost this exact scenario, albeit with her sister doing this instead of her. With the amount of cocks she had handled doubling, the nude teenager took hold of each shaft in either hand and started stroking them. They felt remarkably similar to Doyun’s. From here on, anytime she hung out with her friends, she would know the size, texture, and in most cases, taste of their cocks. Even in the most innocent of interactions, that knowledge would pop into her head in addition to images of the many acts she was partaking in tonight with them.

While she had two hands that were up to the task of jacking off her friends, she had but a single mouth. Eunchae elected to have Chanwoo become the second dick to penetrate her mouth. As her lips rolled over the bare skin of his manhood and her tongue teased his tip, she came to appreciate his cock had a different taste than her previous oral partner. His, likely from the healthy amount of pre-cum, had a bit more of a metallic taste. That made her curious about what Minho tasted like, and she switched her mouth over to his and found it to have more of the salty taste that Doyun shared. She wondered then about the only cock in the room she hadn’t sucked on, Eunwoo’s. But she realized this was embarrassing to consider. She would not ask to give her friend a blowjob just to compare his taste to the others.

Over the next five minutes, Eunchae worked the two cocks with her hand while giving them oral pleasure as equally as she could. “God, I’m getting close,” Chanwoo moaned.

“Me too. Your mouth is heaven, Eunchae,” Minho said.

“Okay, so where do you want to...,” the teen asked before her question was thoroughly answered. Cum out of both dicks sprayed onto her face.

“Don’t stop your hands,” Minho commanded as cum continued to splatter over the surprised face of Eunchae. As the last of it hit her, the boys again complimented her ability to get them to cum, saying she had a talent. A talent that the cum covered friend wasn’t sure she welcomed.

But Eunchae breathed easily, knowing that her friends were sexually satisfied and her sister was free of the horny hands and cum of her friends. “Now that everyone has been... serviced? Can we get back to the game now?” She asked as she looked towards the table. She expected they would want her to play naked and keep her cum coating on. That was fine, and the smell of cum continued to intoxicate her. But the guys didn’t give her the immediate confirmation of that plan.

“Eunchae. I think you’re underestimating the sexual appetite of men,” Doyun said. She turned to face him and was met with her still-naked friend, sporting another erection.

“You’re kidding me...,” she said as she remembered taking his cum into her mouth just half an hour ago.

“What can I say. I’m enjoying the view,” Doyun said, looking over his friend’s seeded body.

“Okay, fine. I guess I’m blowing you guys more,” Eunchae said as she took one last longing look at her board game that remained unplayed. Although she didn’t resent the idea of four men focusing their sexual lust on her again.

“Your blowjob was, well, orgasmic, Eunchae. But we’re looking for the real deal now. Something I don’t think you are willing to do. So you sit tight here, and we’re going to go hang out with your sister for a bit,” Minho said.

“You mean you’re going to go fuck her,” Eunchae said, thinking that now that she was covered in cum, the time to stop glossing over what people really meant has passed.

“Yes, we want to have sex with your sister.”

The four men got up, not bothering to put their clothes on. Eunchae wondered if they were really going to solicit sex from her sister while naked like this? But as she thought about it, the sight of four naked and erect boys outside of her bedroom might make her sister all the easier to convince her sister to engage in sex. Eunchae had an obvious path to avoid this. Offer her own body in place of her sister’s. But that would mean giving up her big V-card. Her real virginity. She couldn’t get that back. But did she really care about holding on to it? She had just engaged in a five-way blowjob orgy. Was claiming technical innocence worth knowing her friends would soon fill her sister’s willing womb with their cum?

Once again, she stopped them right as they started leaving the room.

“Wait...,” the nervous virgin said.

Her four naked guy friends turned around. “Yes?” Chanwoo asked.

Eunchae paused and couldn’t get the words out. “You know what I’m going to say. Don’t make me actually say it,” she said in a shaky voice.

“I need to hear you say it,” Chanwoo said to the nods of the others.

“Y—you... you can fuck me,” she muttered.

“Aren’t you a virgin?” Eunwoo asked, speculating on the sexual experience of his friend.

“Yeah... but we got to start sometime, right?” The four nudes looked at each other.

“I don’t know if you really want to do this, Eunchae. Maybe you should just let us get with your sister and save yourself for a future boyfriend,” Doyun mentioned.

“I know we’ve done a lot of stuff tonight, but I agree. I don’t think this is something you really want,” Chanwoo added. Eunchae was getting frustrated hearing this. She wasn’t drunk, being blackmailed, or anything else. She is giving her consent, and these big dick jerks are still doubting her intentions. She needed to be extra clear.

“I’m telling you that I want to feel your cock inside my pussy! Fuck me now and fuck me hard, you jerk!” She yelled out.

Eunchae felt her pride sink to a new low, but it had the intended effect. “Okay, Eunchae, chill. We will have sex with you. But which of us do you want to have sex with first?” Eunwoo asked, holding his hands up to calm down the eager teenage girl.

“Why do I have to choose?” Eunchae protested.

“Because usually girls choose who they lose their virginity to,” Chanwoo said. The nude girl couldn’t argue with that, but by what logic could she even pick? Whoever she chooses would probably send an unintended message that she felt that one was more attractive or appealing to her. Up until an hour ago, when she started feeling their dicks, Eunchae never saw these guys in that light.

Her eyes were drawn to their dicks which were all now erect. She swore they looked even bigger and had trouble believing they would fit inside her. Not that she had ever explored fitting things in that part of her. But she realized she had been checking out their cock for a while and turned around in embarrassment.

Picking them based on their size would be the last thing she would want to do. It’s not like they all wouldn’t end up fucking her anyway. Oh god, all four of her friends are going to fuck her tonight, Eunchae realized. Why wouldn’t they? They had all wanted a lap dance from her and afterward wanted her to make them cum. She had agreed to a full-on orgy with her best friends. So many words popped into her head that she would use to describe women who partake in such activities. Descriptors that she would soon apply to herself.

“I’ll just pick random. We have dice, after all,” she said, walking to the table. At least a small part of the game would be used, she thought. It would be weird as from here on, every time she rolled the dice playing, she would remember how she used it to decide who broke her hymen and made her a ‘real woman.’ But as she grabbed the dice, she saw the bag of bird eggs, which served as an important reminder to her.

“You guys have condoms?”

All four shook their heads.

“Well, we can’t have sex without condoms, so I guess it’s not happening,” Eunchae said. That would give her a short reprieve from giving up the goods to these guys, but she knew next time they would come over, they would probably bring a pack or something obscene.

“Your sister would probably let us fuck her without condoms,” Chanwoo remarked.

Why were these guys making so many assumptions about the sexual nature of her sister? Eunchae fretted. But would her sister go so far as to forgo protection to get with guys younger than her? What worried her most was that she knew for a fact that, like her, her sister wasn’t on protection. A year ago, Eunchae’s sister came to her asking if she would like to start birth control. Eunchae declined, saying she wasn’t planning on being sexually active. Her sister remarked she wasn’t on birth control for the same reason.

“Then promise you’ll pull out and cum on my chest. You guys seemed to enjoy doing that,” Eunchae offered as a compromise. This made her unbelievably nervous as she knew pre-cum contained sperm. In addition, this would require a lot of trust in some guys proving to be extraordinarily horny.

“Eunchae, your sister will probably let us…” Chanwoo started to say before the virgin girl objected.

“If you’re suggesting my sister will let a group of teenage boys cum inside her and risk a pregnancy just for sexual satisfaction, you’re wrong!”

But Eunchae wasn’t sure about this. It’s not like she has discussed anything like this with her sister. Given that she existed at all, though, proved that her sister was capable of agreeing to unprotected sex with men she wasn’t married to. Given her built-up lust, would she repeat this mistake? With her sister’s teenage friends, even?

“So you’re saying the only way you guys won’t cum inside my sister is if I let you guys cum inside me,” Eunchae asked.

“That’s not fair! You make it sound like we are making you do this. Eunchae, if you don’t want to fuck us, then don’t!” Doyun complained.

“Then don’t have unprotected sex with my sister!”

“Be reasonable. We’re guys. All we think about is sex. If a hot woman is willing to let us have sex with her, protection or no, we’re going to take her up on it. I’m sorry that it happens to be your sister,” Eunwoo said, laying out their position.

“But I’m not on birth control. Do you guys really want to risk getting me pregnant?” Eunchae asked as her mind started to panic that she was even considering this.

“It’s not that I want to impregnate you. I want to cum inside a beautiful woman tonight. It seems we have two candidates,” Eunwoo said.

What the hell was happening, thought Eunchae. How did tonight go from a board game about birds to her friends willing to impregnate her or her sister? And what had happened to her in these few hours that she was taking this willingness as a compliment and becoming very tempted by it.

A child would change almost everything Eunchae had planned in her life. College, a husband, and even where she would live would all be drastically changed by getting pregnant at age 18. But the alternative was her sister getting pregnant. By the seed of her friends. God, would one of these guys become her brother-in-law? Oh god, would she have ended up blowing her brother-in-law?

“I’m not saying I want to... yet. But if we did this... and something were to... take hold inside me. Would you guys take responsibility?”

All four of them voiced enthusiastic agreement with that.

“Are you kidding? I’d happily!” Minho said. Eunchae wondered just what that meant to her friends. Were they indicating they would marry her? Or just raise their child? Were they saying that to get in her pants? Even though she wasn’t wearing any right now? Today was proving mind-bogglingly life-changing to the sexually inexperienced teen girl.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for a baby, but I think I’m ready to go all the way with you guys,” Eunchae finally admitted.

This was crazy. She was basically asking these guys to impregnate her to prevent herself from getting a brother-in-law. As per her plan, she headed to the game table and rolled the dice. The four guys continued to look shocked that their friend, who had shown no interest in any sexual before, was now using a board game piece to pick which of them would get the first shot at impregnating her. Assigning each guy to a bird food picture on the die, the luck of the roll favored Eunwoo. He would be the first to partake in the most intimate of actions with his friend.

A wide-eyed Eunchae went and lay on the floor, deciding this was where it would happen. Eunwoo inched closer to her, but still questioned things. “I only want to do this with you, Eunchae, if you really do,” he asked as his erection showed his body as fully onboard.

Eunchae didn’t want to go through this whole exercise with her friend doubting her resolve, so she made things clear.

“Take that cock of yours and fuck my pussy with it until I squeal from cumming. Then fill my womb with so much cum there will be no doubt that I’m pregnant.”

Eunchae's direct words took all four men by surprise. But as the night advanced, none questioned her desire to do this again.

But the soon-to-be ex-virgin’s confidence was just for show. In reality, she eyed his cock with immense anxiety. Both in terms of its size and the millions of little swimmers it would soon dispense. All it would take is for one to find its target. Her eggs. She wasn’t one to keep track of her cycles, but from a quick estimation in her head, this was not the day to be doing this.

Eunwoo joined her on the floor and climbed on top of her, putting his face next to hers. “I’m going to take this slow, okay?” He informed his soon-to-be lover. She put on a brave face and gave him a nod like she had done this a hundred times before. Given how horny these guys were, that scenario might become the truth soon.

Eunchae felt the entrance to her womb get tickled, but she knew this wasn’t any finger touching her. Soon, the appendage in question started applying pressure, and she took one last breath as a virgin. Eunwoo’s dick penetrated her, and a shot of pain sent a clear message to the young woman. She was fucking her friend. True to his word, Eunwoo didn’t immediately start pounding her mound despite her early boast that she wanted them to ‘fuck her hard.’ The pain was more than she expected, but was fading fast. The cock in her pulled out slowly and then back in. This generated new pain, but it was less intense and faded even faster. Eunchae appreciated that the worst was over and was thankful that Eunwoo was proving to be such a thoughtful and skillful sexual partner.

He continued to slide in and out of her, with the pain becoming almost non-existent. The fading of the pain was a relief, but her major concern still loomed large. Even now, she knew sperm was already leaking out of the cock currently fucking her. It was a small amount, but would soon be joined by a flood of fellow swimmers. A flood with one goal. To impregnate her. But for now, Eunwoo was picking up the pace and delving deeper into her with each stroke. They continued to be face to face, and while she tried to look away or close her eyes. However, often their eyes would meet. Was it weird that she wasn’t kissing him? Or if she tried to, would that make it weirder?

Eunchae had expected sex to be much like when she got fingered earlier by Doyun, but that was proving not to be the case. The feeling of getting stretched out over and over by the cock was... unusually pleasant. As well as the friction caused by the movement of his dick inside her. While she still would have liked to be using protection, the skin-on-skin contact was so intimate. The recently devirginized teenager felt every textured detail of him slide inside her. Despite her earlier appreciation of him taking it slow, she was now finding herself eager for him to go faster and harder. While not something she consciously decided to do, her hips started humping in unison with Eunwoo’s thrust, driving him to go deeper into her.

As she was getting comfortable with the experience, a facial expression of pleasure reminded the young woman of the reality of the situation. Eunwoo was approaching his limit, and with that event, the potential impregnation. Feeling the cock inside her, Eunchae had second thoughts about her earlier acceptance of becoming a sister-in-law. Why was she doing this? She could ask her friend to withdraw, and he would comply. Her virginity wouldn’t be restored, but she would be left without this life-changing event occurring. With that thought, Eunwoo’s dick reached a new depth within her, and Eunchae let out a moan, and her legs stirred underneath her current lover. This redirected her attention to the three friends watching the sex show she was freely giving them. Three guys were watching but really waiting for their turn. And if not Eunchae, they would be watching her sister take on the nine-inch cock in her pussy. Her sister would be the one about to get inseminated.

Seeing Eunwoo’s face contort further as his orgasm was approaching rapidly, Eunchae steeled her nerves. This was the right decision.

“Get me pregnant,” she said to Eunwoo.

She pulled his face into hers and kissed him passionately right when she felt the sensation of a warm liquid enter her. Over the next minute, he stayed inside her while enjoying the feel of her lips on his. All the while, the last of his cum, and potent sperm entered the womb of his friend. Eunchae had been inseminated.

Eunchae pulled her face back and looked at Eunwoo with eyes the size of frisbees. As he withdrew from her, leaving her on the floor naked and cum filled, she calmed herself down. Would one load of cum really get her pregnant? But then she saw the eager faces of her friends, one load on her foot. Even Eunwoo was talking about doing more.

“That was so incredible. I’m going to focus on getting ready for my next turn,” he said, taking a seat on the floor to watch the next sex show Eunchae would be starring in.

Next time, she thought? How many times was she going to get fucked today? Minho announced that it was agreed he would go next. Apparently, Chanwoo and Doyun had something planned, which made Eunchae greatly curious. But she couldn’t dwell on that too much as she was about to experience the feeling of yet another long-term friend cumming inside her. Wanting to keep things fresh, he asked that she ride him on top of his dick. As Eunchae saw him lying on the floor with his erection pointing straight upward, she wondered why it was necessary to change things up with a girl you haven’t had sex with yet. A thought that instantly left her lead as she lowered herself onto her newest lover.

Being on top this time, Minho’s cock was able to penetrate her fully right off the bat. A feeling that the newly introduced teenager didn’t appreciate until now. She let out a loud gasp, and her whole body shivered briefly.

“God, your pussy feels so good and wet,” Minho said as his hands took hold of her tits.

That was not a compliment Eunchae had expected her to hear today, if ever in her life. But as the shock of the giant cock entering her wore off, she gradually started lifting herself up and down on it. In this position, she was mostly in control. Minho was eagerly lifting his hips to encourage her to pick up the pace.

Eunchae found her rhythm and was sliding the inside of her vaginal walls against her second cock of the day. The same pleasurable experiences she encountered with Eunwoo resumed. But with her nerves about getting impregnated relaxed somewhat, she was able to focus on chasing these feelings. As she humped the equally large dick, she manipulated the angle of attack to maximize her pleasure. This worked maybe too well, and as the tip rubbed against a very sensitive area she found, Eunchae let out a loud “Fuck,” and her ass twitched as a wave of sexual glee spread out from that spot. Taking a minute to recover, she started her humping back up, telling herself to avoid doing that again as it was just too intense.

However, not twenty seconds later, her curiosity and lust got the better of her, and she manipulated her body to experience that again. Ready for it this time, the next wave that hit her didn’t interrupt her rhythm, and she let out a long moan that she felt a bit embarrassed about. Opening her eyes, she saw the teasing face of Minho smiling back.

“Shut up! I’m letting my four best friends try to impregnate me. I’m not going to be shamed for enjoying myself,” Eunchae said before closing her eyes again.

Minutes later, the tip of the dick was hitting this orgasmic spot constantly, and the newly introduced to sex teenager was in a continuous state of moaning. Her lover was no longer teasing her as he was focused on not cumming early to the sexually charged sight he witnessed on top of him. Eunchae was humping his dick with a purpose. Wave after wave was crashing throughout her body until it became a steady stream of ecstasy. She used her hands to ensure Minho kept a firm grip on her tits as it was adding to her full-body pleasure. She knew she was building up to something grand and needed to see it to its mind-blowing conclusion. Her vision was starting to go white, and any doubt, shame, or worries she had been now gone. A live news crew could walk into the room, and she wouldn’t stop driving her pussy into this dick. Finally, after one last slide of the dick inside her, the build-up exploded.

“Coming, coming,” Eunchae muttered as she felt her legs convulse and her toes curl. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she worried this state she was in would drive her mad if it continued, but she simultaneously wanted it never to stop.

But it finally did, and she fell into her second sexual partner’s chest, gasping for air after she realized she had forgotten to breathe during her orgasm. It was only a minute later that she questioned whether Minho had even finished, but the feeling of fresh liquid leaking out of her confirmed it. As the logical side of her brain booted back up, she knew this meant she had added another name to the list of potential fathers of the child she soon expected to start growing inside her.

Eunchae rolled off of Minho and onto the floor. That was the second orgasm of her life, and her friends had witnessed both on this same night. That one was more intense, too, and she worried about what would happen if these boys got her there a third time. Because she was certain, they wanted to try. And try all night.

As she lay on the floor looking upwards, two dicks came into her view, and she knew Doyun and Chanwoo were standing over her. “How are you doing?” Doyun asked her. She knew he was probably eager to feel her pussy with his dick. Eunchae didn’t vocalize this, but she was keen to let them try after the heaven on earth she experienced.

“Who is next,” she asked, hoping she wasn’t starting to sound like a sex-crazed slut, asking for her next dick.

“Both of us,” Chanwoo said with a devilish smile.

“What the fuck does that mean,” Eunchae said, sitting up. He didn’t immediately answer her, and Eunchae looked around the room at her friends to try to understand what she was missing.

Her last lover finally explained as he lay on the spot where they had just made love. “Chanwoo and Doyun want to fuck you in your ass and pussy at the same time. They want to double penetrate you,” he explained.

“My ass? While I’m getting fucked? I just lost my virginity twenty minutes ago. Now my ass needs to get penetrated? Isn’t fucking my pussy enough?” She fretted.

Chanwoo and Doyun looked at each other. “As we keep saying, Eunchae, you don’t have to do this. We will happily go to your...,” Doyun started to say, using the same excuse that they have been using all night.

“No! My sister may be willing to have sex with you guys. She may even be willing to have unprotected sex. But I know my sister. She isn’t up for getting ass fucked by her sister’s friends while another takes a shot at impregnating her at the same time!” But once again, Eunchae asked herself if she really knew that. What sister knows the sexual kinks of their sister?

“We’ll let you know what she says when we offer,” Chanwoo said, leading Doyun out of the room.

“How about you fuck my butt one on one?” Eunchae offered. Oh god, did she just offer her asshole now?

“I might take you up on that afterward, but for now, we’re sticking with our plan,” Doyun said without even turning around.

“Why does it have to be at the same time,” Eunchae cried out.

“It’s hard to explain. But once you do it, you’ll know,” Chanwoo replied.

“Then show me,” she said, going red in the cheeks at her sudden decision. Hearing that, the two boys finally turned around. “If it’s difficult to put into words, then demonstrate it with me,” she muttered.

“So you’re saying we can...,” Doyun cautiously asked.

“Don’t make me say it. Just tell me what I need to do,” Eunchae said, looking away.

Chanwoo lay on the floor on his back. They were going to create an Eunchae fucking sandwich, as Doyun described it. She climbed on him and laid on him so they were stomach to stomach. She maneuvered downward until she was low enough that Chanwoo can penetrated her with his dick. She started to hump it, almost out of instinct, but the boys told her to wait. As her third cock waited inside her, Eunchae looked back nervously as Doyun joined them. He held himself up just above, and she felt his erect cock resting against her butt crack.

“For this part, I would recommend you try and relax your asshole as much as possible while I put my dick into you,” Doyun said calmly.

That was a sentence she had not expected to hear tonight when she invited them over to play a board game. She did her best as Doyun directed his tip to her most intimate of entrances. And the only one that had been cock free until now.

It took considerably more pressure to penetrate her ass than her pussy, but it finally popped in, and finally Eunchae experienced the feeling of having two dicks inside her for the first time. Her ass barraged her with feelings of pain and pleasure, and Eunchae started squealing. The two mixed and formed a new sensation that the young girl couldn’t process at first. Doyun took hold of Eunchae’s body and started pumping her on and off of not only his cock implanted in her ass but Chanwoo’s as well.

This was giving her double the pleasure as she was being stretched in both places now. Twice the feeling of a hard cock sliding inside her and twice the sensitive spots being massaged. Her ass was relaxing and feeding her feelings of pure pleasure now. Her friends were rocking her body hard, and she learned what they meant. This feeling couldn’t be described, and she was glad she had agreed to it.

Her muscles all over her body started tensing up as sparks of pleasure burst all over her body. Even in unexplainable areas like her tits and neck. But as she tensed up from this sexual joy, it had the bonus effect of making her squeeze tighter onto the cocks ravaging her insides, sending even more orgasmic pleasure into her body. It was creating a viscous pleasure cycle that sent her skyrocketing up a mountain of ecstasy. When it would peak was unknown to the writhing, naked woman.

Eunchae’s mind thought of nothing but sex, and she started blurting out her thoughts without any sense of shame.

“Don’t stop fucking my holes. Don’t ever stop. I want to do this forever with you. Fill my ass and pussy with cum. Impregnate me and make me your forever whore. Oh god!” The young woman couldn’t tell if she was having two orgasms or one large one.

But in either case, her mouth opened wide, and she looked like she was screaming, but no sound came out as the pleasure flooded into her spine, making her back arch. Her hands flayed wildly as if looking for something that could release her from the intensity she felt from cumming.

Her lovers could do nothing but fill her with their seed, which they did happily. Chanwoo added his sperm to the ever-increasing pool seeking to impregnate Eunchae while Doyun came inside the last orifice of Eunchae’s that had been cum free.

When Eunchae’s vision returned several minutes later, the first thought that popped into her head was that this friendship was forever changed. There’s no way you can let two guy friends double-team you like that and expect things to stay the same. But would they change for the better or worse? Eunchae herself didn’t even know what she wanted the future to hold. But as she sat up, she knew one thing. Eunwoo and Minho were both hard again. Her protection of her sister’s innocence from these horny teenagers was still in question.

“Who’s next, and where do you want to put it?” She asked the men.

The orgy continued for five more hours. Doyun took a shot at impregnating her as well. Multiple times, in fact. All four of them cycled between Eunchae’s different holes, but most enjoyed her pussy. There were, of course, breaks in the actions, but in that time frame, she never went more than twenty minutes without at least one dick in her.

Towards the end of the night, the guys began pushing Eunchae to reveal how many times she had cum, as it had become difficult to tell.

“A proper lady doesn’t reveal such intimate details,” she teased as cum leaked out of her ass and pussy from the last round of double penetration they engaged in.

The night ended when yet another dam of pleasure burst open in Eunchae and proved too overwhelming for her to remain conscious. Her friends were spent at that point and left, leaving Eunchae’s sister untouched that night. When the over-sexed girl woke up in a very sore, cummed covered state, she panicked that her sister might find her like this and quickly cleaned herself and the room up as best she could. But the room had a lingering smell of cum in it. The smell made Eunchae’s legs squirm a bit, but she hoped her sister wouldn’t recognize it if she ever came back here.

Having lost a lot of fluids last night, while gaining a lot as well, Eunchae headed to the kitchen, where she was glad to find her sister had made breakfast. She grabbed a plate and sat at the table with her.

“You guys played that game of yours late last night. Your friends must have really enjoyed themselves,” Eunchae's sister said without a hint indicating she actually knew what happened.

“Yeah... it was fun,” Eunchae said, not able to look her sister in the eyes. They both sat in silence for a few minutes with an awkwardness in the air that had never been present before.

“Eunchae, I have something to tell you. And I need you to let me finish before you respond,” her sister asked, looking nervous.

“Okay...,” Eunchae replied, putting down her fork. She anxiously expected her sister to reveal she knew about her orgy last night and expected a lecture on safe sex. A lecture that was a day late, likely, Eunchae thought, putting her hand on her tummy.

“I appreciate that what I’m about to tell you will make you upset and may even make you feel betrayed. I know I messed up, but I hope you at least understand why I did this.” Eunchae suddenly had no clue where this was headed, but kept quiet as her sister had requested.

“Starting five months ago, right after the last of them turned eighteen, I have been engaging in sexual activities with your four friends. Wait. I should be clear about this, as you are an adult and need to hear the truth. I have been having sex with them. Orally, vaginally, and anally. Often at the same time. Your friends have a touch that drives me wild. Often, I pass out in an orgasmic spasm, only to wake up the next day hungry for more. We meet together whenever we can, which is 4 to 5 times a week. I should also mention that I got addicted to the feeling of their bare skin inside me, and thus, we haven’t been using protection. I’m... three months pregnant. I’m not sure which of them is the father, nor do I need to know. I’m so sorry about this. I tried to tell you yesterday, but you seemed so off-put by the idea of me being attracted to your friends. But I knew I had to tell you today, no matter what. How mad are you with me?”

Eunchae sat looking at her sister calmly for a minute before responding.

“Could we pretend you didn’t tell me this yet? My friends are coming over tonight, and there’s a new game we invented last night that I want to keep playing with them. Maybe we tell them in three or four months?”

Her sister smiled at her with understanding eyes.

“You should probably put some lube on your asshole. Trust me, it will help.”

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jeanjauthor · 3 days ago

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Some birds are meh about flying (*stares at chickens*), but they absolutely need to scratch the ground & peck the shht outta some bugs, or belly-slide on the ice on their way to swimming & catching some Antarctic herring or whatever.

Some people need to cook, to be mentally healthier. Whether or not they can eat it is irrelevant (bad cooking, appetite-suppressing medication, whatever). Some people need to crochet. Whether or not they wear it is irrelevant (it could be a hat, a blanket, a scarf, or a life-size R2D2 replica, whatever). Some people need to garden. Whether or not that garden thrives is irrelevant (it could be plants being set up in the wrong environment/climate, weather patterns beyond all control, pest issues that cannot be addressed, or neighborhood kids who trample the seedlings just because they can).

Just because you cannot fly very well doesn't mean you cannot scratch the soil and peck at shhht. You can find your create-a-thing.

Just because you're "not very good" at your create-a-thing doesn't mean it isn't important.

Nobody is perfect on their very first try. And very few are perfect on their 100th try, either!

You literally learn more from your mistakes if you pay attention and try to figure out what went wrong, and what went right. You can innovate ideas, you can figure out workarounds, you could invent a yarn-holding ring doohickey that helps keep your fingers from getting yarn burns, or whatever-it-is you need. (Still kicking myself I didn't make clever yarn-ball holding bowls in pottery class, but I only saw wooden versions a week before my pottery class ended, so no time, oh well.)

You can also do more than one create-a-thing! I cook, I crochet, I draw fantasy world maps & draft the layouts for starships and kingdoms and cozy cottages alike (also magical yurt layouts, who wouldn't want instant-setup glamping, amirite??) for stories & TTRPGs.

It doesn't have to be perfect. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece. Hell, I can barely make a stick figure look like a stick figure, but I've found a way to be creative when drawing nonetheless! I also need to get off my butt and go buy some gardening stuff for patio gardening needs, because I also do gardening.

It doesn't have to be professionally done landscaping or perfectly self-sufficient food forest gardening. It can be one lousy plant on your windowsill that you remember to water because you do it at the same time you take your pills every day. (Talk nicely to that plant while you're watering it. Talk to it like you wish someone would talk to you, and pretend it's agreeing and saying equally nice things back to you. Plants can communicate, btw, just not in ways that we can readily detect.)

Take that plant to different windows if you can. Let it experience different flavors of daylight. Get creative, make little paper doilies for its pot to sit upon, use colored pencils, colored markers, crayons, pencil shadings when making designs. Get out the glue and the glitter and the bits of fabric. Crochet a doily with very ruffly edges so that it looks like a ring of flowers around the base. Crochet Audrey the evil alien space plant from Little Shop Of Horrors and put that in your window.

You don't have to make a patchwork quilt for your entire bed. Just make a poster-sized one and hang it on your wall. You don't have to invest a lot of funds. Get some super-cheap clothes from a thrift store and rework them into something. Find a branch fallen to the forest floor? Watch some tutorials and learn how to whittle. (Be extra careful, safety first!)

Consider playing Minecraft and building some awesome scenery. Don't like Minecraft? Try other sandbox games. I'm currently playing "Sapiens" and restarting my Stone Age civilizations in different climate zones, trying to figure out the perfect layout for my tribe members to build their houses & layout their gardens. (For some reason, in an area with very few trees, I thought it would be appropriate to build wooden structures. Thankfully, I've unlocked agriculture for that tribe and can plant seeds to grow some!)

Play games in The Sims just to create buildings and gardens. Grab some graph paper and draw mazes. You can recycle them, or you can pass them off to friends so they have something fun to do for a few minutes in their otherwise stressful day. Learn how to make the different kinds of frosting & icing, and decorate sugar cookies. Throw a Theme Party and help make the decorations and/or costumes and/or food. (Get creative, throw a Star Trek party, and use a Santa cookie cutter to make & decorate red-shirted ensigns having bad days, lol.)

Individually as humans, we need to drink, eat, sleep, defecate, communicate with others, form pack bonds, and make things. Yes, yes, you'd think that procreate would be on that list, but procreation is the survival of the species, not the survival of the Individual. And individually, we need to eat food, drink water, use the bushes, sleep in a safe spot, communicate with others, form pack bonds (friends, family, pets), and make things.

You can even just create a moodboard post, btw, and share it with the other H.s.sapiens lurking in the tumblr jungle...and you've done 3 of those things, create, communicate, and formed a pack bond. Probably while sipping on a drink, so there's a fourth right there.

Why do I include a pack bond in that list? Because this is Tumblr and we have many many tribes. Someone out here is going to love seeing your moodboard collage of images, and they will reblog it, or at least click Like (though that does nothing for spreading the joy of it). Someone is going to love seeing your crocheted attempt at a Cthulhu scarf. After all, you click Like and Reblog, giving yourself a tiny little pack-bond with the original creator, and the people who added to that thread...and maybe you'll even spend several minutes adding to the comment thread. (Creative writing is create-ive, after all.)

Just don't forget to occasionally create a physical thing, because that's what makes our ook-ook brains the happiest. Start by feeding & watering yourself. Like, go create a sandwich. Put together an artistically assembled veggie plate. Try making coffee-with-cream art.

You inspire me to be less depressed and more diy. I have two pairs of ripped to fuck jeans and because of you I've decided to practice fabric skills on them.

I'm new to this, it's gonna suck but perhaps eventually it won't.

The knee of one I'm going to fix with fancy teacup blue and white fabric. I might embroider skulls or ravens on it too.

Aside from all this I really hope you have a good day. Thank you for you and the pants you made.

I'm like 90% sure that people are supposed to make things, just like, as a natural behaviour that people do. Some animals get depressed when they're not allowed to dig burrows, or not allowed to sing, not allowed to climb things, whatever it is that they naturally do. People craft stuff. Not sewing, sculpting, painting or constructing stuff makes people sad the same way birds are unhappy if their wings are clipped and they can't fly.

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cobrakaisb · 3 days ago

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blood is red, like paige’s cheeks

summary: when cocky and confident quidditch player paige bueckers accidentally hits you in the face with a bludger, she never imagined it would lead to an intense crush on the unexpecting victim.

featuring: fluff, cocky but also flustered/nervous paige, reader’s house is unspecified!!

word count: 1.05k

author’s note: my new hobby is combining paige beuckers and my favorite fandoms 😌↕️ also this is my first paige fic (or fic in months honestly) so i’m sorry if it feels rambly/rushed!! hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

paige knew she was screwed the second she saw you sitting in the quidditch stands. technically, quidditch practice is open to anyone, but spectators usually consist of teammate’s friends. you could have fallen into that category; maybe you talked with azzi or sat behind dean thomas in a class. however, that all seemed unlikely.

instead of listening to oliver wood, her quidditch captain, who was explaining whatever new drill he conjured up, paige watched you. that was definitely her first mistake—watching you instead of listening to wood’s yapping. you were reading a book, completely unbothered by the noise of the pitch. she tried to make out the title, but the distance prevented her from seeing it clearly. so, she guessed that you were using the quidditch practice as an excuse to sit outside and enjoy the nice weather, rather than support a friend.

“you got that, bueckers?” wood asked, drawing her eyes away from you.

“yep. all set,” she replied, an easy smile on her face.

the captain nodded as the team split up. paige hovered on the sidelines, in a spot where she could both keep an eye on you and hustle through drills. she watched her team for a second, learning wood’s play, before her thoughts wander back to you. you’re in her year (because she remembers seeing you in charms class) but she can’t remember what house you’re in. ravenclaw maybe? since you’re reading for fun and the only other person who does that is hermione granger. yet, you also have that hufflepuff softness. so maybe you’re a hufflepuff? then again, she could be totally off, and you could be in slytherin. regardless, she’s sure it doesn’t matter.

“bueckers!” wood calls, drawing her attention back to the team, “you’re up!”

she nods, flying into position to run the play. she’s focused, following the movement of the quaffle as dean and azzi toss it between the two of them. from the corner of her eye, she sees one of the weasley twins direct a bludger her way, without thinking she moves to the side. the bludger doesn’t change course, however, as it’s heading straight for the stands; straight towards you.

“look out!” she calls, and your eyes meet hers, just in time for your nose to make contact with the bludger.

there’s a loud, resounding crack, and then you slump down in the stands. paige immediately moves towards you, easily sliding off her broom and climbing the wooden bleachers. “are you okay? i’m so sorry!” she’s shouting, voice panicked.

you blink, slow and lethargic. “i think my nose is broken,” you mumble, and that’s when paige notices the blood gushing down your face.

“shit,” she seethes, already taking off her quidditch jersey to press to your nose. her movements are frantic and rough, but once she places the fabric against your skin, a soft gentleness takes over. “i’m gonna take you to the infirmary. pomfrey will fix you right up,” she says, hauling your arm over her shoulders.

“but your practice,” you try to argue, and she clicks her tongue. “i’ll be fine. i don’t need practice anyway,” she responds, waiting until you take hold of the jersey to grab her broom.

“that sounds offly cocky,” you mumble, voice warbled between the cloth, blood, and pain. she gives a small smirk, blue eyes shining as she replies, “it is.”

miraculously, the two of you make it to the infirmary without any further mishaps. paige bursts through the door, her arm still wrapped around your waist while yours is draped across her shoulder.

“oh heavens!” madam pomfrey exclaims upon seeing you, gesturing for paige to guide you to one of the empty beds.

“she got hit with a stray bludger at quidditch practice. took it right to the nose,” paige explains, setting you down on the cot.

“well that’s probably broken. any other symptoms?” pomfrey asks, removing the jersey from your face.

“i’m fine, really,” you insist, and paige clicks her tongue again.

she’s standing with crossed arms and furrowed eyebrows as she looks at you. she gives a gentle shake of her head, causing her ponytail to brush along her shoulders. “she’s delirious,” paige explains, gesturing to you as proof.

pomfrey nods her head, mumbling about a possible concussion. “i’m going to give you something for the pain, while miss bueckers puts on a shirt,” she announces before walking away.

paige flushes at pomfrey’s words, pulling her quidditch robe tighter against her chest. she meets your gaze, and her cheeks turn an even darker red when she sees that you’re already watching her. “you were bleeding,” is all she can manage. somehow you muster up a smile. even with your face caked in dried blood she finds it contagious.

“okay,” madam pomfrey says, placing some vials along your nightstand. “i’m going to fix your nose, and then you’re going to drink these, they’ll help with the pain. we’ll keep you here for a bit, just to monitor everything, and make sure you’re not concussed,” she explains, and paige watches intently as madam pomfrey fixes your nose with a soft spell. you make a pained sound, but the bleeding stops instantly.

paige shifts on her feet as you down all the potions pomfrey hands you. after the third one, your eyes are dropping, and madam pomfrey helps you lean back onto the pillow. finally, the mediwitch steps aside and turns to paige, whispering, “she’ll be fine. just going to sleep the pain away.”

paige nods, taking a glance at you. it already looks like you’re asleep. “i should get going then,” she whispers, taking the bloodied jersey off your bed. as she leans down to grab it, your hand wraps around her wrist. her head snaps to you, as you give a gentle tug. her blue eyes meet yours, wide and awestruck, as she becomes acutely aware of her heartbeat speeding up and your fingers pressed to her pulse point.

“thanks for saving me,” you mumble, eyes flicking over her freckled face. you take one look at her red cheeks, a soft smile taking over your face. “and you’re really pretty,” you add, eyes half-lidded as your grip on her wrist relaxes and you finally drift to sleep.

if she wasn’t blushing before, paige is certainly blushing now.

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alotofpockets · 14 hours ago

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Made with love | Kika Nazareth x Adhd!Reader

5k celebration prompt: "Did the baby just kick?"

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.3k

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Talking about having a baby with Kika had always been all over the place, a bit chaotic even. Conversations would always be left half-finished, jumping from topic to topic. But in the end one thing was clear, you both wanted to start a family.

When Kika transferred to Barça, the team where you had already been playing for a few years, you both knew it was the perfect time to start trying for a baby. You had both decided that you would carry, so Kika could settle into her new club. Never had you thought that you would get pregnant so quickly though, it was only the second try when you had gotten a positive result on the pregnancy test. While you hadn’t expected it to be so soon, the both of you were over the moon to get the news.

Your first trimester has been going great. You told the club, your teammates, and family, they were all super excited when they heard the news. The club setup a training plan for you to be able to continue light training for a while. They had honestly been a big help in figuring everything out regarding your help.

The hardest part so far hadn’t been morning sickness, or anything else you had been prepared for from reading up on the first trimester. No, it had been something that had taken you fully by surprise. The doctors had recommended you to stop taking your ADHD medication during your pregnancy. You wanted what was best for the baby, so of course you listened to their advice. But it has really been a struggle in your day to day.

Your meds usually help keep your mind on track. Now, without them your thoughts were all over the place. Taking your vitamins, drinking enough water, all the small things that were really important, just slipped your mind so much easier without your medication. It was like a constant puzzle in your mind, that you did not have enough energy for to solve.

It was really frustrating, not just because it was a struggle, but because you knew you were capable of these things. Over the years you had found ways to work with your brain, your own system to do everything you wanted to and needed to, but now that system just would not stick.

Luckily, Kika had been incredible with it all. When she was home, she made sure that your vitamins were already next to your breakfast plate. She left filled water bottles all around the house when she noticed that you would drink more if they were just there. Every appointment was neatly organised in your shared calendar by her, including notifications.

When she wasn’t at home, because she had to leave early for training, she left a trail of post-it notes. You would find more and more each day. Don’t forget to hydrate! or The baby says good morning and is hungry for some toast. Little reminders you would find throughout the day. Some were on your phone, so it would be the first thing you saw in the morning, others were on the fridge, the mirror, or the door before you would head out yourself. You loved finding the little reminders around the house. They made life a little easier, she made life a little easier. It was nice knowing that even when she wasn’t there, you weren’t alone in this.

While you were getting dressed for training, you heard Kika make all kinds of noises in the kitchen that had gotten you very curious. “What are you working on there?” You asked as you rounded the corner. She turned to you with a bright smile, holding up a glass willed with a green liquid. “I made you a smoothie.”

“A smoothie?” You questioned, you had never before had a smoothie before training, so you wondered where her idea had come from. “Yeah, spinach, banana, avocado, yoghurt, chia seeds, and some other ingredients.” She walked towards you with the glass, “It’s good for the baby, drink up.” She kissed your cheek after handing you the glass.

You took a sip, a little weary of the random ingredients Kika just listed, but you trusted her judgement. “Hm, that’s actually really good.” You tell her. “Of course, when have I ever made you something that didn’t taste good?” She said with a slight smirk on her face. “You’re right, darling, thank you.”

Kika drove the two of you to training. While you had your own light training session, you were still able to travel together today, and Kika would not let you drive anywhere if she was able to drive you. “I’m not carrying the baby, so I want to do as much extra stuff as I can to help out.” She had said, and of course you would not deny her feeling more useful during your pregnancy.

You talked with a few of the girls in the locker room before heading to your own training. While you were very grateful for the way the staff had been accompanying you during your pregnancy, you really missed not being out on the pitch with the rest of the girls. But you knew that no contact training was what was best for you right now, and you would do whatever was best for your baby.

Once you were done with some warm-up exercises, you headed to a separate pitch with the trainer. The rest of the girls were a couple of fields over, you could hear them playing around, which was a little distracting, but the trainer tried his best to keep your focus on your drills.

Then like clockwork, Kika showed up at your training. Not once since you had started your separate sessions, had she not shown up to check in. You shake your head at her when you see her leaning against the railing on the side of the field.

“Mind if I take a quick break?” You ask your trainer, who by now must have been used to Kika showing up mid-session as well. He nods, “Yeah, go reassure her.” After sending him a thankful smile, you make your way over to Kika.

“Don’t you have your own training to be at?” You say jokingly. “Maybe.” She answers and pulls you in for a quick hug. “You know you don’t have to keep checking up on me, right? I’m in good hands here.”

“I’m not checking on you.” Kika says. “I’m checking on the baby.” She moves her hand onto your stomach. “Need to make sure someone is looking after them as well.” You smile and hold your hand over hers. “Don’t you worry, I’m always looking after them.”

Then for the first time ever, you felt something move in your stomach. For a second you were thrown off, but then Kika spoke up. "Did the baby just kick?" She had felt it too, and the moment she asked that, you knew she was right. “Yeah, I think so.” You say as your eyes well up.

Kika lifts one of her hands up to your cheek, “Our baby just kicked, and we both got to feel it for the first time.” Her eyes were filled with love, and you were so happy to have experienced this first together with her.

Then Kika’s smile turned into a smirk, “See, me checking in makes the baby happy.” She proudly pecks your lips. You chuckle and shake your head, “Of course it does, the baby loves you. I love you.” Kika smiles, “I love you, and our little bean.”

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⋆🐾⋆ your first kiss with nerd bf!jake

jake x fem!reader | wc: 1.3k | masterlist | warnings: reader is mentioned to have previous boyfriend(s), reader and jake are implied to be virgins but no words are explicitly said. | highschool au

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you started dating jake exactly a month ago. and it was the best decision you've ever made.

he was always so gentle with you and he made you feel seen. you felt like you didn't have to put up a mask around him.

and he feels the same way.

jake could feel how fast he was falling for you. but he did his best to suppress his quickly growing affection for you.

when jake had asked you out, he was fully expecting to be turned down. especially since the last girl he had a crush on had done exactly that.

jake sat in front of you in physics class. and he knew you were struggling considering how much muttering and mumbling you'd do under your breath.

one day he worked up the courage to ask if you'd like him to tutor you. and as much as you would've wanted to say no, the second you looked into his eyes, you found yourself nodding your head.

you never really noticed jake before. you just knew him as the smart kid in science class. but jake? he noticed you for sure. he thought you were beautiful. effortlessly so. and that's why it took him two weeks before he even talked to you.

the more study sessions you two would have, the more you realized just how much of a nice guy he was.

you could sense your feelings start to grow for him. it was all because of the way he was just so...attentive.

guys in your school usually want a girl who's pretty and smart. just so they could say they had a pretty and smart girlfriend.

but you don't get that kind of vibe from jake. not from the way he trips over himself sometimes, laughing his embarrassment off. not in the way he would stutter when you two made eye contact for too long. and definitely not in the way he seemed to bite back a smile every time you agreed to meet with him after school. for studying or just for the sake of being with him.

it was already may. finals were coming closer and you had no one to thank for your confidence besides jake. it was all because of him.

you couldn't help but feel a bit worried. worried that when summer and the next school year comes, jake might grow away from you.

but on a random thursday in may, Jake had sent you a text. saying to meet him at the local coffee shop after school.

and so you did. as soon as your last class ended, you walked over to the cafe that you and he loved.

as soon as you walked in, the bell by the door chimed and you saw him sitting against the window.

you walked over to him with a smile already present on your face.

both his hands were behind his back, and his expression came off as terribly anxious.

your smile faltered a bit, wondering what was wrong with him. and it wasn't until he breathed out and brought a bouquet of flowers from behind him.

"um, I know this is all sudden but..." he licked his lips, " y/n, will you go on this date with me?" he extended his hands, waiting for a response.

you were frozen for a few seconds, eyes wide and brain busy with thoughts.

jake called you after school, not to study, not to just see you. but to ask you on a date. to say you were shocked would be an understatement.

you always found him charming but you never thought he'd ask you out.

shaking your head slightly, you smiled.

"I can't believe you jake." you chuckled, feeling your face get warm.

you took the flowers out of hand, hugging them close to your body as he grabbed your elbow and guided you to a table.

that was how your first date went, and ever since that moment, you've grown to love Jake more than you'd like to admit.

by the time of your second date, he asked you to be his girlfriend. you accepted of course.

and now it's been one month. he's been the best boyfriend ever. he's always so gentle, so cautious with you that you can't help but coo at him.

the two of you were at a park, having a picnic.

jake looked so effortlessly attractive at this moment with the wind softly blowing on him and his glasses framing his face.

you put your head on his shoulder as he fed you a strawberry. after swallowing it, you sat up and looked at him.

no words left you, you were just admiring him. and he knew you were, which is why he ducked his head. the tips of his ears were getting red.

"jake?" he mumbled out a response, still refusing to lift his head.

you rolled your eyes as you brought a hand up to his cheek. "jake do you know why I said yes?"

that caught his attention. because that was a question that kept his mind busy.

how could you, someone so gorgeous in all meanings of the word, agree to date him? just plain jake.

he was fully expecting to get rejected by you that day at the cafe, for you to say you weren't into him like that.

jake never put himself so high to expect girls to like him. he wasn't like other boys. he didn't prioritize sports, he was terrible at making first moves and couldn't, for the life of him, talk to girls. girls he especially liked.

and so, that's why he shook his head at your question.

this made you frown, upset at how he seemed so genuine in his response.

"oh, jake..." with your body turned, you opened your arms to him. allowing him to fall into you, his head tucked into your shoulder.

with a hand on the back of his head, you spoke, "you're the best guy I've ever dated. really. I've never had a boy be so calm and attentive and your looks are just a plus." you giggled at that last part.

"it's true, I never sat down and thought about my feelings for you before you asked me out. but in that moment? when you finally did? I knew I couldn't say no even if I wanted to." you smiled at the memory.

"and I don't know how your old girlfriends felt about you, I don't even know how they were able to let you go-" suddenly, he moved off of you. shaking his head.

"huh?" you didn't know what he meant by that.

with both his hands holding one of yours, playing with your fingers, he let out a breath.

"y-you're my first girlfriend."

you're pretty sure your heart melted. the way he's been with you makes so much sense now.

his actions, his words, his movements. they were all unsure.

unsure because he's never done any of this before.

"I asked one girl out before. last year in sophomore year. but, she shut me down..."

you rolled your eyes, "that's her loss, jake." both of your hands rested on his face now. "I liked you, Jake. and I still do. I might even feel something a bit more so." his breath hitched, eyes widened a bit at your words.

"I like you, too. a lot." he smiles, his eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second.

"y-y/n?" he bites his lower lip. "canikissyou?" he says the sentence too fast, but you understood nonetheless.

wordlessly, you leaned into him. pressing your lips against his. his and your eyes closed in the middle of it. his hands being brought to your waist as he tilted his head a bit.

a few seconds passed and he pulled away.

you two stare at each other for a while, both trying your best to hide your smiles.

"you were my first kiss." he confesses, "and I'm glad you were." you gave up your facade, your smile getting the better of you.

"and I hope you're gonna be a lot of my firsts." he says with a blush rising on his cheeks.

"me too."

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bun-z-bakery · 2 days ago

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seen you're writing for LADS now! can we get a sylus x reader where the reader bonds with the twins but sylus is all heck no at first but sees them happily snoozing on the couch together and is like ok maybe this is nice?

Not So Bad After All

Pairing. Sylus x Gn!reader Warnings/Tags. Mostly fluff, silly interactions with the twins, Sylus being Sylus and wanting you all to himself.

Words. 1k

A/N. hi hi! thanks for requesting! just a heads up I'm still trying to get comfortable with writing for the LADS boys so it might be slightly ooc but I still hope you enjoy! Here's your order!

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"Hah, I win again!" you throw your arms up, victorious once again, as Luke and Kieran groan at another loss.

"I know kitty cards hate to see me coming!" You smiled at the masked twins as you collected the cards, preparing to shuffle for another round.

"Two against one, yet we're still losing—" Kieran says.

"You must be cheating somehow!" You place a hand on your chest and gasp dramatically at Luke's accusation.

"If anything, I'd say two against one would be considered cheating! 1 v 1 me right now!" Your shuffling became quicker as you worked yourself up, ready to win for the 10 th time. However, your playful rivalry was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. All eyes fell onto the doorway. Sylus stands at the entrance with his arms crossed with an unamused expression.

"Boss, welcome back!" the boys say in unison. You remain seated, avoiding Sylus's intense gaze as he strides into the room. "Seems like you three have been busy." He examines the table for a second before his eyes find your frame again. Finally, your eyes meet as you turn your attention to him. There was no way in hell the boss of Onychinus was upset you were playing kitty cards with his henchmen. The thought was laughable.

"Why don't you two make yourselves useful instead of playing kitty cards?" Sylus didn't spare them even a glance; his eyes were fixated on you.

"Yes, boss!" The twins shoot to their feet and scurry out.

"Sy, we were just having fun!" His gaze was intense, full of greed and desire. You knew what he was doing, but when his gaze softened, you decided to hold your tongue. Rising to your feet, you wrap your arms around him, resting your chin on his chest. You looked up at him and furrowed your brows.

"Always so needy…" you muttered, a playful jab that didn't bother him since you both knew it was true.

"I apologize for spoiling your fun, sweetie." Sylus lets out a breathy chuckle, then places one hand on your back, resting the other on top of your hair and making small circles with his fingers.

"The twins had you long enough today. Now it's my turn."

A few days had passed since you last seen Sylus; work had devoured you both, but absence makes the heart grow fonder; you learned that rather quickly. Your motorcycle zooms through the city and crosses the threshold into the N 109 zone.

"Sylus, I'm here!" you called out as you shut the main entrance door.

"The Boss isn't here yet!" Luke says as he and Kieran peek out of one of the rooms. Suddenly, your phone vibrates. Pulling it out of your pocket to check who would be texting you at this hour?!

'I'll be there soon, kitten.' it was Sylus, of course.

'Better return home in one piece,' you responded before putting your phone back in your pocket and heading to where the twins were hanging out. Upon entering the room, you noticed they were playing kitty cards. You stifled a laugh. They were set on beating you, but you weren't going down without a fight, and they knew that. On the table, a chart kept track of their wins, strategies, and… Well, more like ways to cheat without getting caught.

"I thought you guys were with Sylus?" you asked, plopping yourself down on the couch across from the table they were playing on. They sat back down on their chairs and resumed their game.

"We were told to stay behind," Kieran replied as he placed a card down, earning a huff from Luke. They were serious about beating you someday. A small smile formed on your face as you watched the twins play. An hour went by, and still, there was no Sylus. You quickly became bored, and the twins seemed to be at their boiling point with kitty cards.

You glance around the room until your eyes fall onto a giant screen mounted to the wall."Luke, Kieran?" they face you, kitty cards still in hand even though they were complaining about the game seconds prior.

"Yes?" they ask in sync.

"Wanna watch a movie?" You grinned as you pointed to the giant screen. They glanced back at the screen and then back at you. Suddenly, they slammed the cards on the table and jumped to each of your sides on the couch, almost crushing you.

"Yes!"

"But we're picking the first one!" Luke added.

Playfully, you squint and pout.

"Fine, but it better be good."

Sylus walks into the base and lets out a long sigh, his eyes shut tightly as he takes a moment to center himself. He knew you were here and waiting for him; the thought of you being wrapped in his arms made his steps faster. He makes his way to his bedroom, heart pounding as he opens the door, expecting to see you either asleep in his bed or on your phone. But you weren't there. His eyes dart around the room in search of you. Maybe you were hiding? He'll play along.

"Is there a lost kitten around waiting to be found?" he taunts with a smirk as he walks to the middle of the room, hands in his pocket, trying to hear your muffled giggle, but it never comes. You usually weren't this quiet; your shaky breathing and giggles were a dead giveaway of your hiding spots. Yet you weren't here. Slight panic begins to set into his chest as he walks out of his room. He pulls out his phone, ready to call you, as he searches from room to room.

His finger hovers over the call button, but he's already found you, and in an instant, the panic has washed away and been replaced with warmth and longing. Your arms are crossed, and your head is tilted backward onto the couch cushion, smushed between the twins. The movie you three are watching continues as you sleep peacefully.

He raises a brow, mouth slightly open, ready to tease, but his face softens at how peaceful the three of you looked. A smile tugs at his lips as he walks to the couch, standing behind you to not startle you. Sylus raises his hand, and with the weight of a feather, he caresses your cheek. Even in your sleep, your body responds to him; you lean into his touch, yearning for more. The N 109 zone had no light, but somehow, even in your peaceful slumber, you always lit up every part of his world, and he made it clear that light was his and his alone. Yet, it felt… Nice. Maybe letting you spend time with the twins wasn't so bad after all.

"Rest well, kitten."

A/N: LADS and JJK have taken over my brain 😭 all of my wips are just lads and jjk atp send help. Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed your order!

#bun z receipt #might be ooc #sylus x reader #love and deepspace #lads x reader #luke and kieran #sylus x mc #sylus x you #sylus x y/n

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thatgordongirl · 1 hour ago

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I’d also like to add on to the nature vs nurture thing with Metroman and Hal, in contrast to Megamind.

We’ll start with Metroman. He’s meant to be the superman type; except superman gets to be Clark Kent sometimes. Metroman is just Metroman, his whole life is on display, and the fate of a whole city is on his shoulders. He’s had this expectation since birth because he was favoured over Megamind for being conventionally attractive and having noble powers.

He was definitely a smarmy kid, bullying Megamind. He seemed pretty entitled and rude from how he was portrayed as a child. As an adult, he has all the hero morals, being self-righteous and wanting to save the day. It’s what he’s been raised to do, what everyone expected of him. He’s vapid, performative and clearly the brute force type. Except he really isn’t.

We learn from Metroman that he had a personal crisis about choosing his own life. He felt nurtured into this role even when it wasn’t what he truly wanted. Metroman has a similar dilemma to Megamind of the monotony of the world, except Metroman is able to recognise that the way he was nurtured is not the way he really wants to live his life. He also creates a plan that outsmarts Megamind, and goes into hiding. He demonstrates an intelligence that wasn’t clear at the beginning of the movie because we only saw Metroman for what we thought a hero was, not a real person.

Side note, but Megamind and Metroman’s relationship is so interesting. Metroman as an adult is bored by their hero/villain dynamic, while Megamind depends on it for personal meaning. When the dynamic ends, Megamind falls into a depression and begins to wonder if he even sincerely wanted Metroman dead, because the chase is what he really wants. Megamind can’t be a villain if he has no equal, as he says, and if he can’t be a villain, he has nothing. Metroman finally explores his own passions, feeling liberated when he’s no longer a hero.

They have a comfortable familiarity when they meet afterwards. You have to remember that they are two aliens who’ve known each other their whole lives. Megamind doesn’t like strangers, but he’s fine with grabbing Metroman’s face, and Metroman holds his shoulders. This shows they never had a personal vendetta, and like I said in the previous post, neither of them are really a villain or a hero internally, it’s just what people told them to do.

Metroman imparts the most important message of the story to Megamind directly. He tells Megamind to find his true calling, the way he has. But Megamind still has a strong grip on being a villain, and he takes this as rejection. Megamind believes he’s a villain, so Metroman is basically saying, ‘You can’t save anyone.’ By the end of the movie, Megamind’s story comes full circle at his statue reveal. Metroman is there, silently cheering him on as they’ve both finally liberated their true selves.

However, not everyone’s true self is good.

Hal comes off as a kinda creepy dude at the beginning. He tries to invite Roxanne to his house, saying he’s having a party. This becomes a lot worse when we see how small his apartment is, and realise it was a lie, and you wonder what he was really trying to accomplish. He also asked when she was clearly emotional and upset, showing how he doesn’t really care about her emotions beyond the surface level.

Hal has a poster of Roxanne in his room, he’s insanely jealous of any man she speaks to, and says really uncomfortable things to her constantly. He has no issue lying to her or pushing her boundaries, such as begging her to come to his ‘party,’ or saying he loved her. He’s the classic nice guy, thinking because he’s so ‘polite,’ she owes him love and affection.

He thinks Roxanne is in love with Metroman because he’s a superhero. This just demonstrates how little he understands her. If he knew her, he would know that she’s not wooed by strength, it’s what’s inside that Roxanne loves. She even talks mostly about Metroman’s heart in her speech. Hal’s interests are all artificial. He watches her while she’s in her apartment, which is even more creepy and invasive.

He gets more entitled as a superhero because he thinks he’s the ideal man, and anybody who disagrees is ungrateful. His intentions are always self-serving - he doesn’t save Roxanne randomly, he instigates it and scares her in order to seem good. He steals flowers for her when again, that’s not what impresses her. When she ruins his fantasy, he throws a temper tantrum and robs banks. He then tries to team up with Megamind.

Megamind is internally good, which is demonstrated in contrast to Hal in regard to Roxanne. Megamind woos her with quality time, he listens to what she says and changes his ways, although it is under the guise of Bernard. And when he is caught, he doesn’t blame her for his mistakes or feel ownership towards her, instead he’s dejected but understanding. He acknowledges she’s the smartest person he knows, while Hal perceives Roxanne as shallow. Their reunion comes with a new understanding of one another, and they fight for the same goal like when he was Bernard.

When Hal is rejected, he literally destroys a city. He throws tantrums when he doesn’t get his way, and he’s fully prepared to kill Roxanne in the water fountain. By the end, Hal is punished by the narrative for his behaviour, losing his powers and going to prison.

Both Metroman and Hal are made as characters to represent different aspects of the nature vs nurture debate, but also to contrast Megamind. They present the two routes Megamind can go: either he can embrace his true nature, or he can double down on how he was nurtured. Megamind chose the Metroman route and achieves the happiness and recognition he wanted, except he realised he only needed it from the people who matter.

I find it really interesting at the start of Megamind, during his monologue about his childhood, he refers to his actions as evil. But they’re like, very not?

He’s treated like a criminal for simply ‘growing up’ in the prison. They never try to take him out or put him with another family. Because he’s associated with the criminals, even as a hyper intelligent baby, he’s put into their category. They don’t even give him different clothes to go to school, they let him sit there in prison orange. That would be socially isolating, especially when he hasn’t even committed a crime. It really demonstrates the nature vs nurture aspect of the movie, because even though he hasn’t committed a crime yet, people assume the worst of him just because of where he came from.

When he first goes to school, he uses the only skill that makes sense to him. He tries to connect with his class mates through technology, something he’s confident in. He accidentally causes a fire trying to recreate something Metro man did effortlessly. Megamind in the future views this attempt as evil and he’s punished as a child for it, when the fire wasn’t deliberate or done with ill intent.

The same thing happens when he tries to protect himself from being bullied. He’s put on his own dodgeball team and isolated further from his class mates. He again tries to use his skills but create a helmet to deflect the balls, which doesn’t go the best way as he breaks a window and nearly hits the teacher. We can assume these kinds of things happened many times before he actively tried to do something ‘evil.’

Even his first act of evil is just a blue smoke bomb. You see loads of bad boy stereotypes do pranks like this, think Bart Simpson. At best, he’s doing an overblown childhood rebellion. He’s by no means a malicious person, he just wants acceptance. And when it becomes clear that people are not willing to accept him, but criminals are, he embraces that side and internalises their behaviours and beliefs throughout his life.

Even when he is ‘evil,’ it seems more like a game. A way to prove himself to others. He thinks that’s what’s going to complete this empty feeling in him he’s had ever since being socially rejected. Minion says that Megamind is happy when they kidnap Roxanne, I think it’s only because he enjoys having social connection, even if it’s through being evil or pretending to be somebody else.

#megamind #movie analysis

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seamstraw · 2 days ago

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things I noticed on a rewatch of thunderbolts:

in the elevator shaft, when they realize that they don’t have a way to reach the door safely, bob mutters that he always makes things worse. ouch.

the first time yelena asks bob if he trusts her, he's sort of ambivalent/unwilling to respond. but this is pretty soon after bob just saw yelena's shame room, in which yelena gets anya killed. not her fault, of course, but not exactly a good first impression for trusting someone either.

valentina wears an american flag pin on her suit when sitting before congress (which I did notice on my first viewing), but this time I also noticed she takes it off when going to clear out the O.X.E. warehouse. nice touch.

bob is twitching like CRAZY as sentry—his eyes, his mouth—I’m impressed by the actor. I'm assuming this is meant to reflect a manic episode? he's also hella shaky in the vault, but that kinda checks out for anyone with three people pointing guns at you regardless of mental health status.

ava grabbing bucky's arm, and alexei and john working together to drag him into the elevator... my heart. also, everyone's faces when valentina orders bob to kill them? the way they get defensive of each other even though they know for certain he could obliterate them in an instant? my heart x2.

the first time I watched, I found alexei’s humor too forced. bad marvel humor at serious moments, like thor: love and thunder. but this time, I interpreted it more as him trying too hard to connect with yelena but not knowing how to do it in a serious way. as he says in their heart-to-heart, he’s not very good at this sort of thing.

I’ve seen people say that walker stops calling bob “bobby” after hearing his father call him that, but only yelena heard that. walker just hears “robert.” also, walker calls bob “bobby” in the lab too.

valentina's "bad guys and worse guys" speech is still great. but. mel. mel, mel, mel. cannot believe you're still asking valentina if she's trying to do good things. do you not remember her housewarming present. and the medical experiments that killed people. and the everything else valentina.

bucky is probably boggling inside of the shame rooms. I thought we were here to beat this guy up? but now we're defending him? getting beat up by his past self on meth? hugging the depression out of him? alright. going with the flow.

walker flipping the table is what pops open the storage box bob is in... kinda curious about what would've happened if bob never got released. I guess the other three would all die, either to each other or in the incinerator (since bob's sudden appearance stopped the fight), and then bob would wake up alone in the ashes? or maybe the other three would actually escape, except sans bob? but tbh even if they make it out of the incinerator, I suspect they die either with no way to get up the elevator or trying to drive away without a distraction.

ava doesn't have a whole ton of lines, but her body language in the background is great. props to the actor. even when she's not the focus of a scene, you can tell how she feels.

have seen claims in powerscaling reddit posts (yes, I know) that bob caught ava during the fight by anticipating where she was going to un-phase and using superspeed. but after he grabs her, she blurs in and out a few times and still can't escape. seems like sentry can manipulate molecules or some shit.

sentry’s outfit has grown on me a little. I actually like all the lines and stuff, the belt just throws me off because it’s so. big. and the logo is so. prominent. idk.

initially thought bob's memory loss extended all the way to the vault. am now thinking his memory loss probably starts after he gets shot? he knows who walker is, but he doesn't recognize valentina's face. would line up with activating his powers -> memory loss.

realized that valentina in the finale probably spots bob and is like "wtf. wtf. wtf." last time she saw this guy was floating in the sky going evil and then she got forced to relive her dad's murder twenty times. time before that was this guy pinning her against a wall and choking her to death. now he's in a fucking oversized sweater and clapping at the press conference.

the new avengerZ sponsored by tide. and like ten other companies. lmfao.

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ashthesalamipiece · 3 days ago

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Been obsessed with your blogs so farr!! And I wanna ask, can you do reader who has been crushing on Katsuki since middle school an before the last school year ends she confesses and got rudely rejected which broke her heart but still have feelings for him. Little does she know that Katsuki does have feelings for her but was still in denial that time so now in U.A he's being nice to her and stuff and dropping hints he likes her but reader just thinks he's being nice, he got frustrated, tells her that he likes her and happy ending. IM SORRY THIS IS LONG!! I hope you get what I mean tho!! Its okay if you wont take this request btw!! 💞

Enjoy!♡

“Too Late, Isn’t It?”

(Bakugo x Reader — Hurt/Comfort, Confession, Fluff Ending)

You’ve liked Katsuki Bakugo since the second year of middle school.

It started small. A glance here, a flustered smile there. You were never on his radar—just a background extra in the explosive saga of his life. But you saw him. Beyond the temper, past the sharp words and jagged edges. You saw him, and you liked what you saw.

So you held onto that crush, nurtured it in silence.

Until the last year of middle school, just before graduation. Your heart screamed that if you didn’t say it now, you never would. So you pulled him aside, cheeks burning, and blurted it out.

“I like you, Katsuki. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

You remember the pause.

And then—“Tch. You serious? Don’t waste my time with dumb shit like that.”

He walked away without looking back.

And that was that.

Or... so you thought.

---

U.A. was a fresh start. You were doing well, focusing on yourself, and pushing your feelings aside. You told yourself they didn’t matter. That you’d moved on.

But your heart? It never really stopped beating for him.

Which made it all the more confusing when Bakugo started acting… different.

He’d sit next to you in class. Wait for you after training. Offer you snacks, grumbling something about having “extras.” He even started complimenting you—well, in his Bakugo way. “That move didn’t suck.” “You’re not as useless as you were last week.”

You thought maybe he was just trying to be… nicer?

You didn’t dare hope.

But Bakugo was growing restless. Because he thought he’d been obvious. He’d tried so damn hard to show it, and you still weren’t seeing it.

So one day, after class, he snapped.

“Why the hell do you keep ignoring me?”

You blink. “What?”

“I’ve been tryin’. Bein’ nice—giving you my damn snacks—what more do I have to do to make you see I like you?!”

Silence. The hallway is empty. Your heart is loud.

“You… what?”

He scowled, cheeks dusted red. “I was a dick, alright? Back then. I was a dumbass and I didn’t wanna feel things. So I pushed you away. But I—”

He looked away.

“I never stopped thinking about you. And I don’t wanna screw it up again.”

You stared at him.

Then smiled.

“Guess you’ll have to make it up to me.”

His eyes met yours, the fire in them soft this time.

“I will."

#my hero academia #reader #mha x reader #bhna #fluff #bakugou katsuki #bakugo #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader

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mallory524 · 4 hours ago

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Can I request thunderbolts and how they handle female reader whos feeling down? About a person thing or a mission or whatever, it doesnt matter, just maybe some hugs if its not too much to ask? I love love love your thunderbolts reactions to reader getting kidnapped!! Im also so obsessed with them rn <3

(ahhhh you're so nice thanks)

thunderbolts when you're feeling down

tags- fem!reader, comfort, hugsss, vague mentions of injuries, people are mean but the thunderbolts love you

notes- i know i've been taking so long to get back to requests i've been busy and i barely went on tumblr the last few days but i'm turning that around now let's go babyyy

Yelena

You’d gotten hurt during a mission that went very wrong and Yelena had to help you hobble out of there herself. Your body may have healed pretty quickly, but you were definitely acting differently for the next few days. You were just so … sad. It was surprising for Yelena, especially since this was by no means the worst mission you’d ever been on. Nonetheless, you weren’t your usual bright self, and Yelena knew something was eating away at you.

Yelena won’t let you pretend nothing’s wrong, of course. She eventually gets to the bottom of it, hearing you say it made you feel weak after needing so much help the other day. "Yelena, you and Ava have such cool abilities, and we’ve got three super soldiers Plus, a guy who can’t even go on these missions because he’s too powerful to be let loose-" She quickly cuts you off. "No, do not start that. Don't start comparing yourself to other people. You are one of the most capable people I know. You've saved me and the others so many times. You don't even give it a second thought," she tells you, taking your hand into hers. "This is just one of those times we get to help you. You deserve to have someone take care of you for once." Just the way she says that she gets to help you really shows how much she cares about you, and how much she wants to be there for you when you need her.

If going out and taking a brisk walk around town would make you feel better, Yelena's got her shoes on, ready to go. If you want to fall asleep watching a movie with her, she'll grab some snacks and a big blanket to wrap around you. She won't leave your side until she's seen you smile - really smile - and even then, she's still spending as much time with you as she can. No such thing as too many hugs or too many kind words for you.

Bucky

Being with a congressman, you already had a lot of events you had to attend, but now you're both in the New Avengers sort of against your will, so double that. It's constant formal events and conferences and banquets, and talking to some of the most arrogant people in the world at all of them. You try to make friends, or at least find someone to talk to, but your efforts aren't often met with the response you want. Some are nice, but a lot of these high society types look down on you. You try not to take it personally, because they look down on everyone, but it's hard not to be discouraged when you're constantly surrounded by people who believe themselves to be so much better than you. They're so cold, and Bucky is often the only real source of warmth or kindness you have all night.

After you get home after an especially exhausting evening, Bucky waits for you to get changed into your comfy clothes so he can talk to you. The moment you walk back into the room, he pulls you into a hug. "You're so patient for putting up with all these things," he mutters to you. You try to tell him that you don't mind, but he knows. These events have gotten to be draining. You finally tell Bucky how those people are really starting to bring you down. He reminds you that he loves you so much, and you shouldn't spend time worrying about anyone who can't see how wonderful you are.

Bucky will cook you some comfort food or draw you a bath if you want, or the two of you can just spend the rest of the night quietly enjoying each other's company, watching something or listening to music. He'll do anything you want. He hates when you're discouraged like this and he just wants you to feel better.

Ava

Life with the Thunderbolts/Avengerz has been great, but lately things haven't been as fun. The team is getting really busy, so you aren't taking the time to hang out anymore. It feels like when you're not on a mission, you just sit around the tower and everyone does their own thing. It was nice at first, but it's gotten lonely. You're spending all your time alone or working, and you've been in low spirits as a result.

Ava's concerned by your change in demeaner, and one day she asks you about it. When you finally open up and tell her how lonesome you've been lately, she feels terrible. "You're right, we haven't been spending enough time together. I'm sorry," she tells you, gently reaching out to embrace you. "We should be making more of an effort to hang out throughout the day. We've had a lot of big changes in our lives lately, and you shouldn't be processing it all by yourself." She sits with you for the rest of that afternoon, talking, laughing, watching tv and holding each other. When you leave the room for a moment to grab a blanket, Ava texts Yelena and asks that she make sure no one has anything planned later tonight; the team should do something together, even something simple like a movie night with everyone crammed on the couch. Ava likes her solitude, but she knows you'll love spending some quality time with the group. She doesn't want you to have to spend another night isolated in your room.

John

The mission had been pretty rough, and nearly failed completely. It was a rescue mission, and in spite of the chaos and darkness, you thought you'd figured out where the hostages were. It immediately became clear, though, that you'd fallen into a trap and led your friends right into it with you. You eventually got out of there and saved the people you were looking for, but you were all injured to varying degrees because of your mistake.

Back at the tower later, you're laying down on your bed all alone while everyone chats in the other room. John walks in, sits beside you, and asks what's going on. "I almost got us all killed, Walker. I can’t face any of them,” you say, sitting up but not turning your head to meet his eyes. Hearing you talk like this breaks his heart - and hearing your voice tremble a little like you might cry sends him into a panic. "Hey, hey it's okay! You made a mistake. Everyone does... you know I have."

"Well, Ava was pretty mad at me back there. She has every right, but you know... it hurts." He gently turns your face so he can look at you. It's sad, you're blaming yourself for everyone else's injuries, but you're looking pretty banged up yourself. "Well I'm not mad at you," he says softly. "You helped a lot of people today. It just didn’t go very smoothly. You did your best, don’t beat yourself up about this." You've got him by your side for the rest of the night. He doesn't want to rejoin the group, he just wants to be there for you. You lay there with your head on his chest, as he gently strokes your hair. He occasionally leans further down to quietly compliment you: telling you how smart you are, how beautiful you are, how strong...

Alexei

The news is rarely on in the tower. It's a lot of the same stuff over and over, and many channels don't have anything nice to say about any of you. It's usually not anything surprising or even very personal, just repetitive. A lot of "Who even are these people?" and "How can we trust them?" and "Captain America is suing those frauds " and "Remember when John Walker killed that guy?". It starts to get to you, though, when the press starts to find out more and more about your past. Turning on the tv and seeing literal footage of the things in your life that you regret the most is the worst feeling.

Alexei catches on to what's happening. You seem sort of down all the time and you're not talking very much anymore at those galas and charity events that you all have to go to, or even to your friends for that matter. You eventually confide in Alexei about how much this is all beginning to bother you. He grabs you by the shoulders, looking you in the eyes and immediately trying to cheer you up. "Do not listen to any of them. You know who you are and we all know who you are. These vultures just look for the worst in everyone. You have come a long way and you are doing your best. Do not forget that." You now have someone standing up for you whenever some reporter tries to give you a hard time. Alexei is a very friendly guy, but he can be intimidating when he needs to be. He texts you throughout the day to see how you're feeling, even after you insist you're fine. He will do anything you want to do if he thinks it'll raise your spirits, even if that's just a big hug at the end of a really tough day.

Bob

Most of the time, the team works on their own, but you do have to check in with Valentina occasionally. No one enjoys that. Her career is almost entirely in the hands of the New Avengers, so she kisses up to you when she thinks it will help her, but she's still kind of the worst. You meet up with Valentina on your own today and you try to be cordial, but she keeps throwing in little digs. She asks you if you’ve slept because “you look so tired”, she asks if that's really what you're wearing to the press conference, and before you leave, she tells you to leave the talking to her tonight. "We really want them to root for us, and with your past... well you understand,” she says. You carefully remind Valentina that she's one to talk about bad press, and that shuts her up, but her words stick with you regardless.

Bob's in the other room, listening to the constant slights. He knows all too well how Valentina can be so inviting, and then belittling a second later. It’s not clear whether or not she even realizes she's doing it. Maybe it makes her feel like she still has a little power over you and the team. You brush off all her words, but Bob knows it's gotten to be too much. Throughout that long, boring press conference, Bob keeps glancing your way, and you seem sort of off. Bob pulls you to the side afterwards and asks you about that meeting with Valentina, checking in to make sure you’re okay. You just wave it off and tell him you don't care, and that "being a little rude is definitely not the most egregious of Valentina's many crimes". He nods and takes your hands as he tells you, "I know, but I don't like hearing her talk to you that way. You’re just… you’re just so great. I don’t want you thinking otherwise. Especially not because of people like her.” You wrap your arms around him and thank him for his sweet words. Bob doesn't just move on after that, though. He knows how much impact words have. He makes sure to regularly assure you, tell you how nice you look, and comment on how kind and strong you are whenever he can. The world isn't kind and he wants to make up for it. He doesn't want you forgetting how wonderful you are.

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sirfrogsworth · 1 day ago

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Clinging to sanity

Summary of this post...

My brain is broken. My A/C is broken. My phone is broken. My computer is broken. My support system is broken. My financial stability is broken. My family is broken.

And the big finale...

Please give Froggie a Yelp review to repair his relationship with his estranged uncles.

Seriously, I need a whole bunch of you to say nice things about me in a convoluted plan to get back the money my brother stole from my dying father.

If you don't feel like reading all of my broken stuff and just want to read about giving me a good review as a person, you can skip to the bullet point list at the end.

Alright, here we go...

I sometimes get in these states where I feel like my sanity is compromised. My mental defenses are minimal and I lose the filter on my brain that tells me "this is a good idea" or "this is a bad idea."

This causes me to say embarrassing things. I overshare with strangers. I keep myself from falling asleep because I have some amazing idea. But when I wake up in the morning I can't believe I lost all of that sleep for such a ridiculous idea. I write weird posts that no one likes. Or I post about controversial subjects like A.I. and trans people and RFK Jr. that I *know* will result in contentious feedback.

And my insane brain says, "You can handle it! Besides, you are so factually correct about this, no one will dare question your meticulous research. IT'S ALL GOOD! SEND IT, YOLO!"

I have a rule. If I am not emotionally or mentally prepared to defend my point of view on a controversial subject, I should wait until I am ready to publish.

Insane Froggie Brain ignores this rule.

After I "send it" and the negative feedback starts to flow in (even though I was assured by my brain it wouldn't), I become afraid to look at messages and replies and reblogs. And a lot of times I need that sense of community. I need to talk to my cool little community so I don't feel lonely. But Insane Froggie Brain cuts me off from that. I give myself all of this anxiety that could have been avoided by just posting another time.

And because I have no emotional defenses, that anxiety is amplified. Mean comments hurt much more. I obsess over them and my OCD causes thought feedback loops where I cannot get something out of my brain. I once couldn't sleep for a weekend because someone said I was wrong about how light reflects off the moon. They were right and I was also right but they said I was "misleading." And that just lived in my brain for days. I kept trying to think of new ways to better explain my point of view. I used up energy I didn't really have to take pictures of a baseball in a dark closet.

It was silly. It didn't matter. It was just a small disagreement. But OCD doesn't do small. OCD makes everything BIG.

What I'm trying to say is...

People need their emotional defenses.

People need their filters.

It's weird because I still have full access to my logical brain. So sane thoughts get all mixed in with the less sane ones. Sometimes I am self aware and can shut down the less sane ideas. Other times I am oblivious. And I *hate* losing control of my brain in any way. It's one of the reasons I've never touched alcohol. Which is why I get very disturbed when this happens.

I remember one time I was positive I was going to move to Florida and start a pet photography business. I had an entire business plan worked out where I trained people how to take the photos so the business could run itself if I got sick. I made an entire PowerPoint presentation to show Katrina so she would be my business partner. I was looking up rent prices for office space. I was making equipment lists for camera gear. She was going on a trip so she told me I could talk to her about it when she returned. And I am so lucky she wasn't available at the time.

Maybe if I had a normal person's energy, I could make something like that work. But once I returned to sanity, I realized it was orders of magnitude more complicated than anything I was actually capable of doing. I am still planning to do pet photography, but I have to come up with a more reasonable plan that does not involve Insane Froggie Brain.

I think it is just my ambitious mind trying to escape. Chronic illness is often heartbreaking because you have to temper all of your ambitions. And it is especially devastating when you are a very ambitious person, as I am.

I want to have all of these big ideas. But I have to filter them through reality. And when that filter is broken, I just unleash big ideas on all my friends. I once even held an official video chat meeting and we took notes and made plans. And I feel so guilty I wasted 4 people's time like that. None of those ideas happened. They had no chance of happening with my energy levels. But my friends and collaborators still did the meeting and nodded along like everything was fine. I appreciate them humoring me.

I also overshare. I overshare normally, but when I get like this I OVER SHARE. You are probably going to witness it in this very post. But I tell everyone everything about what is going on. I tell strangers. I tell a dog walking by.

"Hey doggie, my testosterone is returning and I'm struggling with having a libido again. I know most people would not complain, but it is very disruptive to my day! I have other things I want to do!"

Right now I am just not confident in anything I think or do. I wrote a post about social constructs yesterday. That literally took me all day to write. I was endlessly tweaking it and I thought it was going to be viral and helpful and win the trans debate for everyone.

It currently has 49 notes.

I'm afraid I did not fix trans rights.

Sorry about that.

And my rant about Christopher Nolan using IMAX is doing pretty well. I nerded out about film grain for like 2 paragraphs and it is getting way more notes than a philosophical perspective on constructs.

I just have no idea what people are going to like and I used to be pretty good at judging that. It's like I'm throwing spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks but instead of a wall I'm throwing it into the void. The spaghetti just disappears into infinite darkness.

I'm clearly still recovering from the big house clean with Katrina. And I am more tired than normal. But I am also very stressed about losing the house. I'm trying to figure it out, but I may only have until the end of June before I have to make some scary decisions.

And also, my air conditioner is not working. It has a leaky evaporator. Last year, I had it recharged and that lasted the entire summer. If the leak is leaking at the same rate, I could just do that again. It would be expensive, but replacing the evaporator is so costly, I'd be better off getting a heat pump installed. I'm a good candidate, it could save me money in the long run, but I am nowhere near in a position to make that happen.

Also, my phone is falling apart.

Literally. The only thing keeping it together is the phone case.

And this laptop, which I love, was not meant to be my main computer. I bought it when my dad was sick and I needed something upstairs to manage his prescriptions and bills and appointments. It wasn't meant to be an image editing machine. And, to their credit, Apple has made a crazy powerful little computer. I admit it, I love an Apple product. It can handle way more than expected. But my photo restorations can sometimes end up with 5 gigabyte files. I can't even save them as PSDs. I have to use this weird "PSB" format. It stands for "Photoshop Big." When I fill up the RAM, my computer uses the main SSD. And when I fill that up, I think I can hear the laptop crying and saying, "I wasn't meant for this! Please use fewer layers!"

But I need to finish restoring these photos because I have delayed their completion by about 5 months (got sick before I could finish). And also because I need to pay for the A/C recharge.

You might be thinking, "Didn't you fundraise to get the big fancy powerful computer of your dreams a few years ago? Why don't you use that?"

My big fancy computer has been broken almost since I got it.

It was right before my mom got really sick and there is a major hardware problem. I worked with tech support for over a month and we could not figure out what the issue was. The computer is mostly unusable. Like, "can't even web browse" unusable.

It honestly has caused me so much depression. Like deep, deep, crying-myself-to-sleep-for-weeks depression. I still cry about it. I know it is just a thing, but I am genuinely heartbroken about it.

Why haven't I fixed it? I'm a good computer fixer, right?

Once I had to take care of my parents, I just did not have any extra energy to deal with it. After a month of back-and-forth emails from the manufacturer, I finally told them, "I'm sorry, my parents are sick. I will email you when I have the energy to revisit this."

If you know my story and how I took care of my parents all alone because I have a neglectful brother, then you can probably guess that energy never came.

I am good at tech support. I have been an expert in computers since I was a teenager. I have taken apart and built computers more times than I can count. I have never had a problem this frustrating before. It works fine for a few hours, and then it just progressively slows down to being unusable. I narrowed the issue to either the SSD, the CPU, or the motherboard. All things that are not easy to replace. (The SSD is behind the damn GPU.)

In the 30s, the Royal Air Force used to have issues with their planes that baffled them. This is where the term "gremlin" came from. No matter what they did, no matter how many parts they replaced, they could not get the "gremlin" out of the plane. These were professional mechanics who just could not fix something and it drove them nuts.

I have a computer gremlin. I've never experienced anything like it in all of my years of fixing computers. I was working with professional tech support people. I was on reddit forums. And the only thing left to do was start swapping out parts. I'd work on it maybe an hour each day with whatever energy I had and it eventually was too much. I just could not deal with it. They told me to send it back, but I could not take care of my parents without any access to a computer. So I just rebooted it every time I used it.

At that point, my parents were requiring 24/7 care and I was so overwhelmed that I said, "fuck it" and ordered this laptop. I figured I'd fix the computer when I had time or energy. But that time and energy never came. And I certainly didn't have the energy to haul a 60 pound computer upstairs, box it up, and then take it to UPS. So I just kept putting it off and putting it off.

And I let the warranty expire.

When I realized I did that, I cried myself to sleep for another few weeks. This material object has caused me legitimate emotional trauma.

Any part replacements are now on me. And there isn't really any way of knowing which part is faulty. I figured I'd buy a cheap SSD and start there.

I feel so fucking guilty because people donated money for me to have that machine. I feel like I let them all down by not getting it fixed. When I finish my recovery, I'm hoping I can sort it out. But that could be many months from now.

Recovery has been such a dark, lonely place. Trying to restore my health a millimeter at a time is a grueling marathon of misery. I have been struggling to keep Insane Froggie Brain at bay this entire time.

I felt like I was stuck in a hole.

And like a superhero with the power of friendship and puns, Katrina pulled me out of the giant hole I was in. My house turned into a biohazard. She flew from Florida to essentially clean and organize everything. How do you even begin to thank someone for that?

But also, she shouldn't have had to do that. I have a perfectly functional brother. But he hasn't spoken to me for nearly a year now.

I have other family in town. But I missed so many family gatherings over the years, they don't really know me. None of them have called. I'd have to rebuild those relationships if I want them to be a part of my life again.

And I haven't talked about this yet because it has been too painful.

But... my support system fell apart.

My aunt had to move away to take care of her father-in-law. A year before my mom passed she took care of my grandma as her end-of-life caregiver. And people should only have to do that once. But she has to do it again, and unfortunately, we haven't been able to speak much.

We were very good at keeping in touch in real life. But she is of an older generation and has trouble maintaining relationships on a smartphone. I mean, I get it. Some people are just better at meatspace than cyberspace. That was actually one of the things I liked about our bond. Almost all of my friendships are online. Having someone who liked to visit me and talk to me in person was special.

But, for the time being, I lost that. And it feels a bit like temporarily losing another parent.

I am struggling to even start writing the words for this next part.

I had two best friends. Katrina and I are great. Our friendship is probably better than it has ever been.

But my other best friend of nearly 15 years ghosted me without explanation.

I haven't talked about it because it has been too hard. Any time I try to think about it I get upset. My eyes are filling up with tears as I type this.

I have been pretending like it isn't happening.

Which is not working great.

I've been trying to hire a therapist.

They all have months-long waiting lists.

My friend just stopped talking to me and I don't know why.

They went from driving across the country and holding my hand at my dad's funeral to just not being a part of my life.

I'm so scared I said something terrible or did something terrible. I keep going through all of my memories trying to figure out what I could have done. But we had the kind of friendship where we'd talk about that stuff. If I screw up, they would tell me. We'd work it out.

This person who was in my life nearly every week for over a decade is just not there anymore. I keep losing people and I can't make it stop. And I am really worried that I am leaning on Katrina too much. She went from being part of a multifaceted support system to my entire support system. That isn't fair to her.

She has been very understanding. And she knows I am going to rebuild a support system as soon as I am able. But I don't want to overwhelm her and lose her too.

Weaning off this medication and living with no testosterone has been so miserable and she has been the only one helping me through it.

I'm doing so well with my recovery. I think I can be off the meds in 3 months and hopefully my testosterone will be fully back in range. I'm already more productive than I have been in nearly 8 months.

But I have 1 month of financial runway left and I am not going to get well enough before then.

Everything happens all at once. Every single time. And usually terrible things happen in my life at the same time terrible things happen in Katrina's life. She had terrible mold that destroyed her health for months. Thankfully it did not turn her transphobic, but it sure fucked her health for a while. She made all of this progress getting fit and healthy and BAM, the universe says, "You are doing too well, you need a challenge!"

So, what is my plan?

I am a problem solver and I have some doozies to solve.

Right now I am going to appeal to the family patriarchs on my dad's side. On his literal deathbed, my dad asked his brothers to "take care of me" and I am going to attempt to call in that favor.

I am going to ask them to talk to my brother and hopefully mediate a solution regarding the stolen inheritance. I want them to convince my brother to do the right thing and return the money he took from my dad.

Sorry, the money he "legally inherited" due to his wife "reinterpreting my dad's wishes" in the will.

Before you ask, I have no options to fight this in court. A verbal promise is not enough to overturn a written will. And the cost of fighting would be more than the inheritance. Please don't suggest any legal advice. I've talked to good lawyers. And unless I want to sue for emotional distress, there aren't any legal options available.

The best option is to appeal to my brother personally and ask him to keep his promise to my dad.

The only reason I am in this mess is because my brother repeatedly promised to give me the money. He said he didn't want it on multiple occasions. So all of my plans involved the expectation of this money. I was going to fix up the basement apartment and seek a roommate.

But it took over a year to just get it out of probate. A year I could have used to come up with other solutions. But he waited until the last minute and made his lawyer tell me he was screwing me.

I'm sure my brother will argue my dad knew what he was signing. But I know that is impossible. Before my dad passed, we were in the hospital and I saw the will for the first time. I asked him if it reflected his wishes. And I asked him if he meant to include my brother's wife in the will.

His response was, "Are you fucking kidding me???"

Readers, does that sound like a man that knew what was in his will?

Dad was so upset that he was about to have them cut off his leg just so he could live a few more weeks and fix the will.

You have to give my dad credit, he goes pretty hardcore when it comes to protecting his family.

I couldn't let him go through an amputation to protect me from my brother's shenanigans.

But I am pretty screwed now.

That said, my uncles are pretty hardcore too. One is *very* intimidating. So I feel like my uncles talking to my brother might carry some weight.

But I have one problem...

I mean, aside from the myriad problems already described.

How about... I have one additional problem...

My uncles don't like me very much.

They think I am a basement-dwelling loser who is faking his illness and was taking advantage of his parents for two decades.

One uncle even accused me of stealing from my dad.

They are protective of their brother. They loved my dad. Which is a good thing! As long as I can convince them that their assumptions about me are invalid, I think their love for my dad will compel them to help me.

They just don't have the context. They don't know me. They live in far-off lands. And due to some unfortunate timing, one uncle saw me at one of the lowest points of my life. This was maybe 8 years ago? He didn't realize I was thrown into the deep end and very recently took on the role as full-time caregiver for two very sick people.

My awful strategy at the time was "if I don't take care of myself, I'll have more energy to take care of my parents." If you are a caregiver, this is a bad strategy. It seems obvious you have to do some self care to give care to others, but when you are just starting out, that seems impossible.

My uncle showed up unannounced and I wasn't showered, I hadn't brushed my teeth in a week, and my room had a fun layer of trash on the floor. The trash can was overflowing and I literally did not have the spare energy to change the bag.

To make matters worse, my mom's medications and constant pain had broken the filter in her brain that prevents her from saying mean things. She was on this crazy chemo-like infusion that was basically using poison to fight her psoriatic arthritis. Her aggressive, blunt remarks were not her fault. That wasn't who she was. But she could not stop herself from saying hurtful things.

The kindest woman alive was suddenly Don Rickles without the "just kidding" subtext. And my uncle didn't know this and I got into an argument with my mom.

I probably looked like a pampered brat loser who just lies in bed and plays video games all day while arguing with his saint of a mother.

I don't blame him. Without context, that's exactly what it looked like.

So I am writing my uncles a letter.

It is essentially a memoir of the caregiving I gave to my parents. I hope to publish it publicly at some point, but right now it is just a letter to them. If it were a typical hardcover book, it would be about 70 pages long.

I am telling them everything.

If nothing else, I just need them to know my dad's story. I need them to know he was well taken care of. That I did everything humanly possible to make his last year as comfortable as I could. I need them to know he was *never* alone.

Sadly, because they probably think I am an unreliable narrator, I am my own worst witness. So I am asking 3 people in my current support system to write testimony to verify everything in my memoir is accurate. I even have a doctor's note!

It is probably insane to put this much effort into convincing my uncles to like me. But I'm pretty sure Sane Froggie Brain is behind the wheel of this endeavor. Sometimes the craziest, most desperate idea is the only option left.

Basically I am using my writing skills to try and save my Froggie butt.

I don't mean to be braggadocious, but people perusing my prose persistently pontificate that I am proficient at penning pleasing passages.

People say I write good sometimes.

And I think this memoir letter thingie is the best thing I've ever written. So I am hopeful I will deflate these dubious assumptions and tug on my uncles' heartstrings.

But there is something you all can do to help me.

A friend on tumblr is helping me edit this memoir monstrosity. And she gave me her testimonial to add to my 3 witnesses.

"I have been following The Frogman for well over a decade on his website. It was years before I learned his name was Benjamin! We all just call him Froggy. He was (and still is) one of the funniest internet guys out there. He is incredibly skilled at putting together humorous GIFs and photo sets, and his comedic writing is second to none. He regularly goes viral. Along with that, he was open and vulnerable about the toll CFS takes on him. I can attest to many folks over the years telling him that he has helped them as they dealt with their own health issues. He is so knowledgeable about so much--his posts are famous for being long, detailed, and wildly informative. And most of all, entertaining. They are a joy to read. We also followed along on his heartbreaking journey with his parents. He shared so much of them with us over the years that they felt like people we knew. It was so clear, from his long absences, how much he was doing for them. Our hearts broke when he told us his parents were no longer with us. Froggy has fans, and so did his parents. Otis, too. We love and support him and will always wish him the best."

It made me cry.

But it also felt like getting a Yelp review on... my entire deal.

And it gave me an idea.

What if I had a bunch of these as optional testimony for my uncles?

I'm not going to force them to read what a bunch of internet strangers have to say. But it could be a compelling way to prove my website antics were a serious attempt to build a livelihood for myself. My uncles were successful businessmen and respect a strong work ethic and trying to make your own way.

I was too early for monetization options like Patreon, TikTok, YouTube, and Twitch, but I ran a very successful comedy blog. If I had my 2013 success in the 2020s, I probably would've been able to retire and live off that for the rest of my life. I have several original GIFs that were downloaded tens of millions of times. Google said one of them was searched for over 100,000,000 times.

My blog was silly, but I took it seriously and I had sponsors and merch and an Otis plush.

They think what I did was like when you are at the family Christmas gathering and you ask your weird cousin what he's been up to and he says, "I run a blog about corgis from my parents' basement."

How do I relate the impact I had? They don't know what "Know Your Meme" is. They don't know what being on the front page of Reddit means. They don't know the amazing community I built. They don't know that I created one of the largest and most generous online support systems one could possibly have. I'm still alive and trying to make a life for myself because all of you continue to love and support me.

I was successful and I worked hard despite my disability.

I just had bad timing with the financial aspect of that success.

So, if you want to leave a Yelp review of The Frogman for my uncles, I'd appreciate it.

I came up with a list of things I need to prove to them. I'm just going to copy/paste the entire thing here. I'll strikethrough the ones you all probably can't speak to.

I am not a basement dwelling loser.

My website was more than a silly hobby.

I did not mooch off my parents for 20+ years.

I did not steal from my parents.

I am not the crazed, awkward mess [my uncle] witnessed.

I am disabled.

I cannot get a job.

I am a good person.

I am a likable person.

I was a good son.

I took good care of my parents.

My parents would not have been better off in a nursing home.

My parents would not have been better off moving closer to my brother.

My brother and his wife neglected and emotionally abused Mom & Dad.

My brother and his wife changed the will to benefit them against my mom & dad’s wishes.

My brother promised repeatedly the will was a mistake and I would receive the full amount.

I did not take care of my parents to “retain the house” or get money.

So, if you want to attempt to convince two elderly conservative Catholic men that my cat memes were lit, I would appreciate the help.

If you’ve been part of this community, and you’ve ever felt like I made you laugh, cry, or feel understood, a short 'review' of me as a person could mean the world.

Just remember your audience is...

Uncle #1: A stoic, but brilliant 80 year old who writes text messages like they are business emails. Complete with "Dear Ben" and "Regards, Your Uncle". He is still very sharp-minded and lucid. He thinks success is a high paying job, a house, and a family (my brother). He does not like weakness and consistently thought I should "be an adult and get a job." He is very loyal and respected my dad very much.

Uncle #2: A 60-something retired grandpa who thinks his constant dad jokes are genuinely funny. He is empathetic, but secretly judgmental. He will act like your best friend even if he doesn't care for you. He is an amazing grandpa. Very involved with his kids and their kids. He keeps every video of them getting a goal in sportsball on his phone. He will help you if you think you deserve to be helped. He is very close with Uncle #1.

So... kinda running the gamut there.

You can reblog this post or leave a reply or send a private message or email me at [email protected]

I will be anonymizing your names for obvious reasons.

I fear my uncles might not understand why Tumblr user "PokemonAssBlaster69" is saying nice things about me.

Explaining "The Frogman" is hard enough.

Anyway, thank you in advance.

#long post #talk about fishing for compliments

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hkkuugu · 2 days ago

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𐙚 what was i made for? - b.e

꩜ billie eilish x fem!reader

꩜ type - angst (i love writing sad things 😛)

꩜ warnings - angst , homophobic family , religious trauma ig??, sh (not detailed) , mentions of suicide , fluff at the end because yaaaa 😪

꩜ note - tw at the start , this is basically the same thing what happened to me soo 😋

it all suddenly happened.

you didn't want it to but what could you do? you could lie and say it isn't true , but you can't afford to lie to your loving parents.

the look of disgust and shame covered their faces , what can you do to make it better?

"how do you think your family members will react to you being on of those?" of course all they cared about was how others would perceive them , never how you feel.

what were you made for? were you made just to disappoint everyone? what's the point of living if you only bring shame to everyone around you?

"i will raise no daughter of mine to be gay , repent and pray for forgiveness" your dad's anger shining over his face. forgiveness for what? just for loving differently?

tears streaming down your face , your parents screaming profanities at you. what's the point of anything? you can never get things right. you only bring disappointment to them not success.

"pack your things and leave , i will not let no person apart of that disgusting community live under my rooftop that me and your father worked hard for" your mother finalised , you snapped out of your thoughts and you were shocked to say the least.

did they really think that less of you? was it that easy for them kick someone out that they've raised for years with love just because of who they chose to love?

you had no where to go , you've been all alone your life. taking your anger out on your skin was all you could do , atleast it made you feel something

but there was one place you could go to. billie's place. but what if she doesn't let you in , what if she kicks you out as well. she could never though , she loves you too much , she would never treat you horribly like how your parents are doing right now

you packed your things into a bag you found randomly in the back of your wardrobe , tears streaming down your face yet trying to hold in your sobs , a couple of cries and sobs escaping from your mouth , thoughts running in your mind having no space to think about what to do next

as soon as your done you grab your phone and leave immediately, not wanting to see their faces and terrified to hear what they might they say to you. you make a run for it , wanting to be in the arms of your long-time lover. she knew how your parents were , how you had to keep her a secret from them. she was okay with it , she was understanding and was maybe the only person there for you

as soon as you see the door leading to her home , you knock immediately knowing her parents and brother are home as well. you didn't care though only wanting to sleep this off and hoping its a nightmare that felt very real.

"y/n what are you doing here is everything okay?" billie's mother maggie answered concered for your sudden appearance

"is billie home?" was the only thing you could say , your voice hoarse from all of the crying you did and your energy all spent having to run to their house

"she's just upstairs at her room she's probably awake by now , do you need anything my love?"

maggie was always nice to you , she treated you as if you were her own daughter , oh how you wish your parents looked at you as if you were the best thing ever for them , all you wanted was a normal family. but were you deserving of it?

you shook your head and headed upstairs to billie's room , her red led lights illuminating from her door , and loud music blasting from her room. that was your favourite thing about her , how she could be so bold and stront yet such a softie just for you

you knocked twice and made your way in , she noticed you straight away. your dark underbags obvious underneath your eyes and how your face swelled due to how much you've been crying

"come here my love what's wrong?" she asked with her arms wide open waiting for you to fall into her , and you did , you always did , you could never say no to her warm cozy cuddles.

"it's okay sweetheart take your time you don't have to tell me straight away" her warm fingers tracing shapes and words onto your back , comforting you. her cuddles always distracted you from whatever is going on with you, she always knows what to do when you're feeling down

after a couple of minutes of you and your lover cuddling in silence , hearing a couple of sniffles from you here and there. you finally found the confidence to tell her what happened

"they kicked me out as if i was nothing to them , as if it was that easy for them to leave me , i just want to be myself without having to hide myself why cant i be normal?" after pausing for a bit you felt your tears forming again

"awh baby im sorry that you feel that way , you deserve way better than how they're treating you, you deserve the whole world" she hugged you tighter than before , signaling to you that she will never ever leave you

"how about you turn on that favourite movie of yours and i'll get some snacks for us" she offered to you, you could never say no so you nodded, a small smile appeared on your face which showed her how much that small yet big offer meant to you

you grabbed the tv remote while she went downstairs to get snacks for the both of you, you turning on a cheesy rom com was always a go-to for you, it always seemed to atleast make your day better

she came back with a large bag of takis for the both of you, some of your favourite sweets and drinks for you to share. she placed them on the table next to her bed and settled into bed with you, causing you to immediately feel warm and safe next to her presence. you started the movie and cuddled in whilst eating the snacks , at this point the movie was just in the background the both of you not focused on it

she hugged you tighter and closer, to the point where her hoodie engulfing you and you could smell her sweet vanilla shampoo, her smell always comforted you for some odd reason. everything about her did

"i would never leave you my love , never in another life or this one. im always here for you.always" were the last words you heard from her before exhaustion took over you , the heavy weight of the day's events lifting little by little , as long as billie was there with you

despite you being asleep, billie was wide awake drawing shapes on your lower back underneath your hoodie. which was her hoodie but then you ended up claiming it as yours as it reminded you of her everytime you wore it

"i love you always" was what she said before sleep over took her

꩜ a/n - i seriously have no idea how to end fics sorry if this is absolute shit

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wooahaes · 24 hours ago

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the little things in life

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship. husband!gyu.

warnings: vague references to food. husband!gyu being doting. reader being the kind of person who enjoys simple things.

word count: 1.1k~

daisy's notes: ohhhh doting husband gyu... how i need someone like u in my life....

“Are you sure this is all you want for your birthday this year?” Mingyu’s voice was quiet. “Just me cooking for you and a massage?” He chuckled a little. “You can get that anytime, you know.”

Mingyu’s hands were like heaven as he hovered above you, kneading away the tension that’d been plaguing your spine for far too long now. His weight was pinning your thighs down against the mattress as he worked, careful with the sensitive knots he had found. If you had asked, he would have paid for you to go to a professional. To have a proper spa day in general, too: whatever you wanted, he would do it for you. Instead, all you told him you wanted were home-cooked meals and a massage since you needed it. He’d pitched other ideas to you in the month leading up to the day: a week-long vacation since the two of you were long overdue for it (you shot it down to save it for your anniversary in a few months), or even a weekend away on the beach or something. You’d shrugged the suggestions off instead.

“I dunno. I’m bad at knowing what I want, I guess.” Your cheek rested against your arm, face turned so that he could hear your voice clearly. “Like… It’s not that I don’t like material things…”

“You just don’t want fancy things.” Mingyu shrugged. “I know you.”

With a slight stretch, you settled against the mattress again. “Exactly.”

He kept his thoughts to himself: I feel like a bad husband, though. He’d seen the kinds of things his coworkers bought for their partners. Expensive jewelry, or trips to nice restaurants, or tickets abroad that result in more expensive things and memories. It felt… weird knowing that you didn’t ask for anything you could show off to people. Not even a nice bracelet or a watch or something: you were more than content with reminding people that you had a loving husband at home who would cater to your every whim if you ever asked for it. Not that you did: he liked how independent you could be. That you knew that Mingyu was there to catch you if you fell, but that you still stood on your own and handled things by yourself so that he could rest when he needed to.

That’s what he loved about you, actually. Mingyu loved caring for people, making them laugh or doing anything that showed he was there, listening, and ready to lend a hand. You let him help when you needed him, but you’d told him many times over the years to rest before he burned himself out. And in the times when he did burn himself out, you were there to listen and take care of him while he finally rested to you (always telling you that you could say “I told you so,” even though you never did). His way of caring was loud like him, and bold and obvious. You, on the other hand, were much more subtle in it. He’d realized it back when the two of you were dating, somewhere within that first year. Wonwoo had been feeling a little sick, and you had gone with him to keep him company while he made Wonwoo soup.

At one point, he’d heard him coughing—the kind of wet, nasty cough that most people would immediately back away from. You’d merely quietly excused yourself, asking where the bathroom was, and a few minutes later he’d heard you talking to Wonwoo. When he peeked into his bedroom, you’d donned a mask and were saying something about how you found medicine for him and thought you’d bring it in so he wouldn’t have to get out of bed. Wonwoo’s gaze had been soft, thanking you for it and making a comment about how he understood why Mingyu liked you so much.

Maybe that had been the moment he realized he was fully, wholeheartedly in love with you: he loved the quiet way you did things for others without being asked, just to make things easier for them. That you were it for him, and he hoped that the same could be said for you.

He kissed the back of your shoulder now, letting his lips linger against your skin before he sat back up. “If there’s anything that you want… You know I’ll go get it for you, right?”

He watched as you shut your eyes, humming to yourself as you thought. “There is one thing… But you don’t have to do it today.”

“What is it?”

“My favorite sweater has a hole in the sleeve. I tried to sew it, but it just came undone the next time I wore it.” You frowned to yourself. “I’ve been meaning to buy another one from the same place, but I haven’t really had the time.”

“That’s the store next to my work, right?”

“Yeah.” You paused for a moment as he hit another sensitive spot in your back, teeth gritting together. “Fuck, sorry—”

“Don’t apologize.” He frowned. “Just come to me next time, before it gets this bad. I’ll go by the store tomorrow, just tell me which one you want.”

“Thank you,” you said with another soft hum. “Sorry. It’s not that I can’t go myself, I just—”

“Don’t apologize!” He said again. “I’m your husband. And I like doing things for you.” Including sewing up the hole in your sleeve for you, but he’ll wait until tomorrow morning to do it. It’d be easier for him to surprise you that way, after all. He’d buy you multiple sweaters when he went, just so you could wear the things that made you comfortable whenever you liked. “Do you know what you want for dinner?”

“I do, actually. I’ll show you the recipe I found. We might have to go to the store, but I don’t mind going with you.” You curved as best as you could, propping yourself up on one elbow. When he shifted back so that you could move a little more freely, you reached up to cup his cheek. “I love you, by the way. Thank you for taking care of me.”

He kissed your thumb, smiling at you. “That’s my job.” Any other time, he’d say a cheesy Thank you for marrying me, a little throwback to one of his earliest drunken rambles a few weeks after you got married. Seungcheol had dragged him home that night, telling you he managed to get one glass of water in him before he brought him there. Instead, he just leaned in to peck your lips. “Happy birthday, my love."

#wooahaes.25 #wooahaes.fic #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #svt x reader #svt imagine #seventeen x you #svt x you #mingyu x reader #mingyu imagine #mingyu fluff #kim mingyu imagine #mingyu x you

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hearts4sammonroe · 2 days ago

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stephen glass request cuz u asked to.. reader got jealous of stephen being so nice to everyone even the girls, then she gave him the silent treatment THEN STEPHEN HOSTED A PARTTAAYYYY (freaky stevieee) reader ignored him still but she joined the party. got ultra drunk so when the party was over he asked her to stay over and she did. reader drunkedly ranted about everything and told him. stephen promiseeeddd her she was the only one for him baddiieeeee

btw reader is a baddie and stephen nerdy (like always)

YAY

-your bestie🤑🤑

pairing: nerdy!stephen x jealous!reader

contains: angst, jealousy, drinking, suggestive language but no smut, fluff at the end. pet names: lovie, pretty, beautiful.

a/n: hope you like it! sorry it took me so long to get to this!! also i don’t really know how to describe being drunk bc I’ve only experienced it once so I hope it’s okay 😭

divider credit: @cafekitsune

Stephen Glass was currently trying to figure out why the hell you were giving him the silent treatment. You didn’t mean to get jealous. It was just the girls at his work, and it wasn’t their fault! You weren’t mad at the girls, you were mad at Stephen. He just… did too much. Gave them too many random gifts out of habit. It didn’t mean he liked them like that, and you knew that, but it didn’t stop you from feeling jealous.

What made you mad, though, was that he didn’t understand why. He got all whiny and pouty when you got “too nice” with other guys, so how did he not understand this?

“Are you mad at me?” Stephen asks.

You just rolled your eyes. Okay yes, that’s childish, but you were pissed.

“Don’t be like that. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You just sighed, continuing to type on your computer.

“I’m sorry for whatever I did. Don’t be mad at me, pretty. Please tell me what I did.”

You just scoffed and shook your head. Was he serious? He didn’t know what he did?

Stephen had already planned a party tonight, so he still went through with it. It was for all the coworkers so it wasn’t a crazy party or anything, but of course there would be alcohol. You didn’t drink much, but when you did, you had a favorite. Lots of alcohol tasted like straight up piss so you only had one favorite. And Stephen bought it.

The party had started an hour ago and you were still ignoring Stephen.

You were pouring your favorite drink into a red solo cup when Stephen came over.

“You look upset. What’s wrong?” Stephen frowns.

You look over your shoulder at him, then simply go back to pouring your drink in silence.

“Ugh, please tell me what I did, lovie. I don’t understand why you’re giving me the silent treatment! I even got you your favorite drink.” He says, his bottom lip almost pouting immaturely.

Oh, so he thought getting your favorite drink would help? That pissed you off even farther.

You practically death glared him before walking away.

“Ughhhhh.” Stephen whines, throwing his head back in confusion and frustration.

Everyone was leaving the party since it was getting very late, and you were about to head out too. Until Stephen stopped you.

“Whoa, where are you going?” He asked.

“Home?” You reply, eyebrows furrowing. Where the hell else would you be going this late?

“Now you’re talking.” Stephen halfway smiles. “But you can’t go home. Not like that. You’re too drunk.”

“I’m not drunk!” You scoff. Yes, you were. You had a bit too much of that favorite drink of yours and Stephen could tell by the way you were swaying slightly.

“Yes, you are.” Stephen huffs, putting his hands on his hips. “Stay with me tonight. Please?”

After ten minutes of Stephen begging you to stay, you finally agreed. You were sitting on his couch, drinking the water that he gave you.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong? Why have you been so mad at me, pretty?” Stephen asks, playing with the ends of your hair.

You roll your eyes at him for the millionth time. Even if you were drunk, you were still giving him attitude. “You’re just… too friendly with people. With girls.”

“What?”

“I know they’re our friends, and I’m not saying that you need to be rude and not talk to them, it’s just that you… you do too much!”

“I do too much? What do you mean?” Stephen asks, pushing his glasses up while his eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion.

“Okay, I know you do this with everyone, but you compliment them way too much, and you give them small random gifts. Even if it’s out of habit, it makes me jealous. You spend too much time doing stuff for them and not with me.” You huff.

Stephen had to hold back a smile now. He couldn’t believe that you were jealous. He didn’t take you as the jealous type. Especially because he was a dorky nerd and you looked like a goddess next to him.

He pulled it together though and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “I’m yours. You know I’m yours, right? Only yours.”

No answer. You didn’t know if you wanted to forgive him just yet.

“Look at me, beautiful.” Stephen coaxes, lifting your head up gently so you can look him in the eyes. “I’m yours. You’re the only one for me, I promise you. I only have eyes for you. I only will ever have eyes for you.”

You thought for a moment, drunkenly smiling at his words without realizing. You finally nodded at him at least.

“And I promise, I’ll show you how sorry I am.” Stephen smiles softly.

Your eyebrows raise and you grin.

“No, not like that.” He laughs softly. “Not while you’re drunk. I meant that I’ll stop doing what makes you feel jealous. I’ll remember to stop doing things out of habit that will upset you. And I’ll buy you little gifts, and make you smile, and compliment you every second.”

“Okay… so you’re not gonna eat me out?”

“No.” He laughs. “Tomorrow, though. Promise. Now, come on. Let’s clean up and go to bed.”

Even if Stephen didn’t realize his kindness with other people could seem flirty, and you often got jealous… you loved your nerd. And you definitely forgave him.

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amethystwrytes · 18 hours ago

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~We Can’t Be Friends~

🧊Pairing: Roommate!Seonghwa x Afab Reader

🧊Summary: Seonghwa just wanted a roommate who was easy to live with, how could he predict that you’d be his complete undoing?

🧊Warnings: Explicit language, depiction of sex. Seonghwa is possessive if you squint. Barely even a smidge of plot, just completely me in my delusional feelings. Unbeta’d! 18+

A/N: Wasn’t really sure what to do with these thoughts I have about Park Seonghwa so I wrote this. Then I wasn’t sure what to do with it but I’ve had nearly an entire pot of coffee this morning, so now this is happening. Enjoy? Lol

WC: 5k + some change

“What the Hell are you doing?” Mihee asks. You have a newspaper spread out over the table and you’re hunched over it, dragging your finger tip over the small letters looking for hope. She looks at you like your hair's on fire as she clutches her cocktail to her chest.

“I told you, I need to find a new apartment,” you remind her.

She pulls her phone out of her purse and taps the screen a few times, flipping it around toward you, “Let me introduce you to this thing called the internet.”

“I’ve looked on all the rental sites,” you shake your head, “Everything is so damn expensive! I’m hoping maybe there’s some old soul who still advertises things in the newspaper who hasn’t been alerted yet that everything in this city has to cost five times the average fucking salary!”

“Why are you moving again? Your apartment rocks.”

“I’m moving out because I can’t live this way anymore. Gia is an absolute slob, it’s killing me. I clean before I leave for work, and then by the time I get home everything is a disaster. She leaves all her laundry just laying in front of the washer, even if it’s clean and dry she just shoves it all into her hamper and then takes out the wadded up, wrinkly clothes as she needs it. If I’m gone for a few days the trash is overflowing. The dishes are disgusting, she doesn’t even scrape or rinse! And don’t get me started on the bath-,”

Mihee puts her hands up, “Okay, okay. I get it, let’s not have you burst a blood vessel okay?” she chuckles, “I told you when you moved in with her she gave off bad vibes. Why don’t you find a studio?”

“Because I have stuff,” you whine, “I don’t want to have to pay out my ass for a glorified walk-in closet in addition to paying out my ass for a storage unit. I may as well just live in the storage unit,” you frown, then look up at her curiously, “You think there’s bathrooms at the storage places?”

She snorts, “Maybe, but I’m sure they lock them up at night and there’s definitely no showers, you idiot. You’d be wiping yourself down with makeup wipes and peeing in jars,” she laughs and despite the situation, you crack your first smile of the night at the visual.

“Who’s peeing in a jar?” Yeosang looks quite bewildered as he scoots into the booth next to you, his friend from work, Seonghwa sits opposite him.

You heat with embarrassment a bit as Mihee explains to them both that if you don’t find a decently priced apartment you’re going to become the crazy storage unit lady who pees in jars and smells like micellar wipes.

“Didn’t you say your roommate just moved out, Hwa?” Yeosang looks at his friend and your eyes dart up moving between the two of them.

“Uh…”

You don’t know Park Seonghwa as well as you know Yeosang. You know they’ve worked together for a few years. He sometimes tags along when your group of friends hangs out, or goes to dinner. He never says much, you assume because he doesn’t know anyone except Yeosang, but he has a nice smile and a calming disposition. He’s easy on the eyes too, something that you and Mihee noticed immediately when Yeosang first started bringing him around.

Right now, at the hint of suggesting you become his new roommate, he looks as if he wishes a sinkhole would open up beneath his seat. Fair. The two of you may as well still be complete strangers.

“Don’t put him on the spot like that,” you scold Yeosang, then look at him, “I don’t expect you to want to live with me,” you assure him.

You go back to the advertisements in the paper while the rest of the group moves on to talking about how work went for everyone this week, how drunk they plan to get this evening etc. Eventually, after his third beer, Mihee is able to convince Yeosang to dance with her and the two of them leave you alone with Seonghwa.

You’ve since crumpled up the paper and tossed it, and now you’re back to scrolling through overpriced apartments. If you plan it all just right, and the universe doesn’t try to screw you, then perhaps you can swing a deposit and rent and get a roommate before the next month hits…

“Do you pay rent on time?”

You were so lost in thought that you nearly forgot that Seonghwa was at the table.

“Pardon?”

“I kicked my roommate out because he never paid his part of the rent on time. I’d pay the whole thing and then a few weeks later he’d give me a little cash here, a little there, but it was never enough to cover his side of the rent or the bills. So, do you pay on time?” he asks again.

“Of course! I’m leaving my apartment because I’m the responsible one, she’s driving me insane and unfortunately it’s her name on the lease. So I don’t get to decide who stays or goes. My plan was to try and scrounge up enough for move-in fees and then find a roommate,” you look at him timidly, “but if you’re looking, and offering…”

“I can show you the apartment tomorrow afternoon if you want, you can make a decision after you’ve seen the space,” he shrugs.

“Thank you, I appreciate it. And you’re positive you’d be okay with me as a roommate?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’ve never lived with a guy before, I mean, I’ve lived with boyfriends but not just, you know, a dude,” you say with a sheepish smile.

“Same,” he nods then frowns, “I mean, not boyfriends, girlfriends…I mean I’ve lived with my ex girlfriend before but not ever just a female. Anyways,” he clears his throat, “As long as we pay our bills and clean up after ourselves I don’t think it should matter.”

You smile and nod, “Agreed.”

“Cheers then,” he reaches his beer glass over and strikes yours.

“Cheers.”

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Seonghwa has made a terrible, terrible mistake.

It’s been about two months since you moved in. At first, everything was perfect. You checked all of his roommate boxes. You were quiet, you were tidy, you were generous enough to share the food you cooked, and so far you were more than timely with your payments for rent and utilities. It was fantastic. Everything would have been absolutely perfect.

If it weren’t for those fucking pajamas.

For a while the two of you were overly shy, overly cautious about what you were or weren’t wearing as you roamed about the house. In the mornings you’d come out in a fuzzy bathrobe to make your coffee and then silently slip back into your room, emerging a while later in whatever outfit you were wearing to work.

As things got more comfortable though, more familiar, not as much of an effort was made to be discreet. Seonghwa doubts you did it on purpose, the first time he saw you in the pajamas you had overslept a little, morning coffee preparations were rushed and you weren’t really paying attention.

Honestly, pajamas were too strong a description. Lingerie, basically, is what you had traipsed out in that morning. Little black shorts that were so small that part of your ass was visible at the bottom. A matching tank that was clearly meant to be comfortable for sleeping, but did absolutely nothing to hide the shape of your breasts or the fact that it was clearly a little too cold in the apartment.

He had drooled. Literally. His morning tea spilling out of his mouth and onto his shirt, which he then had to change before heading to work.

The next time he saw them it was late one night, his insomnia had made a reappearance and maybe you thought he was already asleep. You came out to get water from the refrigerator while he was watching a show.

“Hey,” you’d said, walking over to the sofa, “Late night?”

“Can’t sleep,” he’d responded, using every ounce of self control not to watch how your breasts pushed together, practically spilling out of your top, when you brought the bottle to your lips.

“I hate when that happens,” you’d frowned sympathetically. A few drops of water had spilled down your chin and he watched as the droplets disappeared between your cleavage. Jesus Christ.

“Well, try to get some rest,” you’d squeezed his shoulder from behind the couch, “goodnight.”

Once you disappeared back into your room he’d shifted uncomfortably on the couch a bit, then finally gave up - turning the TV off and marching to his own room so he could touch himself while thinking of licking those stupid water drops from between your tits and sliding those fucking little shorts down your thighs.

“Hello? Earth to Seonghwa??”

Seonghwa looks up at Yeosang, sitting across from him in the break room.

“What?”

“I asked you how it’s working out with __,” he laughs, “Then you made a weird noise and spaced out. So, I guess it’s either going really well or really bad.”

“It’s fine,” Seonghwa shrugs, taking a bite of his burger, “She’s a good roommate.”

“How good?” Yeosang cracks a sly grin.

“Don’t be absurd,” he rolls his eyes. “It’s not like that.”

“Mmm,” Yeosang chuckles, “you just kind of seem like you want it to be like that.”

“Shut up.”

“Right, anyway, are the two of you coming to the bar tonight?”

“I am,” Seonghwa answers, “Obviously I don’t know if ___ plans to or not. I’m not her keeper.”

He almost said boyfriend, I’m not her boyfriend, but stopped himself. That would just give more fuel to Yeosangs fire.

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“Hey, can you zip me up? I must have slept on my shoulder wrong last night and it hurts to reach back there,” you ask as you come into the living room, spinning around so your back faces Seonghwa.

“Sure,” he pulls the zipper up slowly, then without really thinking about it presses his thumbs into your shoulders making little circles, “You okay?”

“Uh,” you straighten up at his touch, “Yeah. It’s just stiff, nothing terrible. I’m fine.”

“Do you want to drive or should we take the train?” he asks, taking a step back from you.

“I don’t plan on drinking tonight, I want to get up early tomorrow and run some errands before everything gets busy, I’ll drive,” you answer.

“Sounds good,” he says as you grab your keys and toss your purse over your shoulder. He pauses for a moment, “I really like your dress.”

“Thanks,” you say as he walks past quietly, staring at his shoes. Well, that was weird.

The bar is more crowded than usual because there’s a live band playing. The usual booth your group sits in is occupied, and the four of you huddle together around a high top trying to avoid the crowd to no avail.

“Hi!” a man stumbles over to the table and smiles at you. His breath smells like a distillery mixed with cigarettes and you take a small step back.

“Hi.” You reply flatly as Mihee stifles her laughter beneath her hand. You shoot her a look but the drunk guy seems to miss all of this.

“Let me buy you a drink!” he shouts, though you’ve no idea why since he’s standing right on top of you practically.

“I’m not drinking tonight, but thanks,” you say as politely as you can then shift your body away from him.

“Come on, just one?” he continues with a ridiculous pout, and now Yeosang has joined Mihee in laughing at your situation.

“I appreciate the offer, but no thank you,” you say again, the politeness is still there but you emphasize with a steely edge hoping to make your point.

“Are you sure? Because the bartender makes a really great-,”

The drinks sitting on the table rattle as a fist comes down hard on the surface.

“She said she doesn’t want a fucking drink.”

The entire group goes silent as you all turn to look at Seonghwa. Reserved, mild mannered Seonghwa, who never says more than a few sentences or politely laughs at Yeosangs bad jokes, suddenly looks as if he’s about a million miles tall and the expression he wears is terrifying.

“Fine, sorry, didn’t realize she was your girl,” the drunk man scoffs and starts to walk off, “fucking prick.”

You feel Seonghwa start to move as if he’s about to chase the guy, but you press your hand against his chest to stop him. You look up into his dark eyes and silently tell him that he’s done enough, the man is gone. His gaze grows softer and he seems to collect himself enough to realize he’s just done something quite out of character. The rest of the table still stares in near disbelief.

“What?” he snips at them, “No means No the first fucking time,” he points out, then gulps down a generous amount of his drink.

You feel strange. You’re partially embarrassed for yourself, embarrassed that he needed to step in on your behalf because evidently you can’t seem to make yourself heard. Partially curious because why did he feel the need to protect you? The others were just giggling, and you know if push had come to shove everyone standing at the table would have come to your defense if needed, but Seonghwa seemed to be genuinely livid, and it didn’t seem to take much to get him there.

“Okay spill it,” Mihee slams the bathroom door shut behind her.

“What? Spill what?”

“Uhm,” she gestures out toward the bar, “Spill why Hottie-With-a-Body Park Seonghwa nearly just flattened some rando at a bar for you?”

“I don’t know what that was,” you admit, “Seriously. What the fuck was that?”

Mihee looks disappointed, “So…there’s nothing going on between the two of you since you moved in with him?”

“No!” you screech, “He barely speaks to me. I know just about as much about him now as I did when I moved in, with the exception of what soap he uses and his cologne of choice,” you explain.

“What cologne does he use? Just…you know…out of curiosity,” Mihee side eyes you.

“Black Opium,” you answer with an eye roll.

“Fucking knew it, expensive bitch,” she clicks her teeth.

“I’ve no idea why he intervened like that,” you shake your head.

“Ugh, don’t do that,” Mihee groans.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t act like you’re oblivious when it’s clearly because he wants you,” she elaborates, “It’s bad enough that Yeosangs hot friend - that we’ve been thirsting over for forever - is attracted to you, please don’t make me paint the fucking picture too,” she pouts.

“Please,” you scoff, “You can’t know that’s true. It is possible that he was just being nice.”

“Uh, the man nearly went feral,” she cackles, “Nice would have been letting you handle it, or maybe saying something minor like ‘hey man, she said no, chill out’ which is more of what I’d expect from a man who’s uttered maybe sixteen words the entire time I’ve known him. But no, he was ready to throw down.”

You consider this a moment, but no. You have a good thing going with Seonghwa, physical attraction would put a very awkward dent in that. Probably. You can lie to Mihee if you want, but you can’t lie to yourself - you’ve spent plenty of late nights making up alternate realities in your head which always end with him sneaking into your room and…well.

“Well what should I do then?” you wonder.

“Do you really want me to answer that? Because I can give you a very detailed, very naughty set of instructions if you’d like. I mean, you could not script a better Oh My God, They Were Roommates moment if you tried,” she laughs.

“That’s not helpful,” you can’t help but laugh, “This isn’t a meme. This is real life. With a very nice apartment that I can afford - so long as he continues living there too.”

“Sorry, does it say somewhere in the lease that you can’t have sex with your hot roommate?”

“I’d have to reread it,” you quip.

“Do you like him?” she asks seriously.

“I don’t know?” Lie. Total lie. “Look, the man is a total smoke show, I knew this going into it, but, I don’t know if I want to like him, because if I do and something happens then what? We’re stuck in an apartment together until one of us retreats.”

“Look, I don’t know what to tell you but if I were you I’d drag him home right now and ask him to bang me with that look he had on his face earlier when he was about to punch that guy.”

“My God, you really need to get laid,” you shake your head at her. “I can flag that man down, I’m sure he’d buy you a drink,” you tease.

“Bitch, I will fight you, go, get out of here,” the two of you giggle as she pushes you out of the bathroom.

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The car ride home is silent but very charged. Seonghwa says nothing about the evening, or about the drunk guy who offered you a drink, or even a comment on the foggy weather. He remains silent as the two of you walk into the apartment, and it seems as though he means to go straight to his room when you decide you don’t like the silence anymore.

“Thank you, by the way,” you tell him from across the room, “For getting rid of the drunk guy. I didn’t say thank you so…”

“You don’t need to say thank you,” he faces you and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“Well still, thanks,” you clear your throat, “I was wondering though…” you trail off, unsure of what to ask or if you even want to say anything at all.

He stands for a few seconds, “Wondering what?”

“I guess, I was just wondering why you did it?” you shrug.

“I did it because it was the right thing to do, he clearly wasn’t backing off.”

“You just looked…” Angry. Sexy. Hot as Hell. Livid. Murderous. Delectable. “You looked like you were really pissed, I guess I just didn’t realize that you cared.”

You wait, and there’s a few times where he opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something, but eventually the silence becomes awkward and you shrug it away.

“Anyway, like I said, thank you. I don’t think he meant any harm, but it was really annoying and I appreciate you stepping in,” you smile then turn tail to head to your room.

“I didn’t like it!” he hollers at you and you spin around again. “Okay? And not just because he wouldn’t shut up, that was cringy as hell, but I didn’t like that he even tried to talk to you. I didn’t like that he even looked at you.”

“Oh.”

“Fucking pajamas…” he mutters under his breath and rubs his eyes in frustration.

“What?”

He holds up his finger as he storms past you, disappearing straight into your bedroom. You stand there, completely confused, until he emerges a few minutes later and tosses a pair of your black pajamas at you.

“Did you…” you wad the items up in your hands, face hot, “Did you just get these out of my dirty hamper?” you squeak.

“Mmhmm,” he nods erratically like a crazy person and points to your hands, “Those. Those have been the bane of my existence lately.”

“I…don’t…”

“Do you know how you look in these? Do you? Because I do. I know how you look in these and it drives me up the wall.”

You don’t know whether to laugh or faint.

“I’m…sorry?” you giggle, quickly covering your mouth with the balled up fabric.

“Is it funny?” he asks, but you see the smile ghosting his pillowy lips.

“A little, yeah,” you press your lips together. “I won’t wear them anymore, promise.”

“Nuh-uh,” he narrows his eyes, “Too late for that. I want them to be the only thing you wear, like ever,” he laughs.

“That’s a pretty steep request,” you pretend to study the pajamas, “What do I get if I wear these 24/7?”

“Anything. I’ll do whatever you want me to do if you go put those on right this minute,” he pleads.

“They need washed!” you laugh, “You just pulled them out of my hamper!”

“How about nothing then?” he suggests, his smile fades a bit, his fingertips tracing the strap of the dress you’re wearing.

“That’s an option,” you press your lips together and smile, “but should we do that? Because once we do there’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to be friends with you,” he says softly, almost pleading, “I can’t. And I don’t want to just be your roommate, because eventually you’re going to bring some guy home and I’m going to fucking hate it.”

“If you felt like that, why didn’t you say anything?” you wonder, allowing him to cage you against the wall.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or send you running,” he smiles, “You’re a very good roommate, apart from making me hard every time you walk into a room.”

“Every time?” you tease, you let your hands find his waist, tracing the top of his belt then finally dipping down just a tad. You nearly gasp when the back of your fingers trace over the hard length straining against the fabric but you hold it in. “Guess so.”

“Tell me you want me too,” he whispers near your ear, his nose nuzzling in your hair. Despite not having a drop of alcohol all night, suddenly you feel intoxicated.

“I…”

His soft lips start ghosting kisses on your cheek, your jaw line, inching closer and closer to their target and rendering you unable to think.

Fuck it.

You turn your head just slightly upward, catching his lips with yours. You can feel the goosebumps spreading down your shoulders and arms as he sighs with relief, becoming more relaxed as he pushes his body into yours. His lips roll against yours, and you allow your hands to roam up and over his chest, then his shoulders, until they find a grip in his long, messy black hair. You tug just slightly and a moan escapes him, dissolving into the kiss. His tongue, warm and wet, slides across your bottom lip and you meet it with your own; he presses you harder against the wall.

You have to pull away for air, and you press gentle kisses into the side of his throat, “Get me out of this dress,” you whisper.

He makes a gutteral noise as his hands fall beneath your ass and he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his hips - it’s a good fit, you can’t help but notice.

“Would you be more comfortable in your bed, or mine?” he manages to ask.

“I’d be more comfortable if we were both naked,” you smile, “Doesn’t matter whose bed we’re in.” You capture his mouth again and suck his lower lip between your teeth, nipping at him, in hopes he’ll decide where he’s going to fuck you already.

“Fuck.”

He kicks his bedroom door open and walks you to the edge of his bed where he unzips the dress. You allow it to fall in a pool at your ankles, then begin reaching for the hooks of your strapless.

“Let me,” he quickly replaces your fingers with his, “Your shoulder, remember?”

You could literally die of the sweetness, but thankfully all it seems to do is trigger more arousal to pool in your underwear.

The bra slides down the side of the bed and meets your dress on the floor.

He pulls his shirt off and drops to his knees beside the bed, between your legs, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, tracing his fingers over your lips, down your neck and then between your breasts.

“What now? Now that you have me naked in here,” you grin, pulling his lips to yours. He kisses you so slow and sweet, you feel like you’re on fire waiting for him to put you out.

“Can you wait here, just a minute?”

You nod.

You watch as he leaves the room, disappearing into the kitchen. A cupboard door opens and shuts, and you hear the ice maker dispensing cubes into a glass. Is he thirsty?

A few moments later he strides back into the room, his jeans unbuttoned, belt hanging loosely, the band of his dark boxers contrasting the light wash denim. He looks good enough to eat. You’re so enamored with his bare stomach you almost don’t notice the wine glass filled about halfway with ice cubes, nothing else in the glass.

You raise a questioning brow.

“Humor me,” he smiles warmly, taking back his position on the floor between your legs. “I’ve thought about this moment for a while.”

He sucks an ice cube into his mouth, letting it melt just a little, then spits it out and presses it against your chest, dragging it back and forth. You shiver, the freezing liquid drips down over your breasts, onto your stomach. He seems enthralled and enamored by the dripping lines as he licks his lips.

He leans in, his tongue a distinctly warm shock against your skin. He licks and laps at the melted ice, taking care to devour every drop. He spends a great deal of time on each nipple and you rock back and forth on the edge of his bed, moaning and gasping, wondering if his plan is to make you come just by sucking and licking your tits. If so, he’s certainly making great headway.

“Can I?” his voice is a desperate rasp as he tugs at the string of your underwear with his fingertips.

Again you nod, and shift around so he can more easily slide them down your legs. Your heart pounds as he gently pushes your knees open, a piece of ice between his lips. He leans forward and you jump at the cold against your inner thigh.

“So pretty…” he whispers, his thumb tracing gentle circles around your clit.

“You’re pretty,” you manage to rasp out while writhing on the bedsheets.

He chuckles, “Yeah?” his mouth is so close to your cunt that you can feel his breath against your slick as he speaks, “You think I’m pretty baby?”

You nod frantically, biting down on your lip.

He kisses you sloppily everywhere but where you need him to.

“So…”

Kiss.

“If you thought…”

Kiss.

“I was so pretty…”

Kiss.

“Why didn’t you…”

Kiss.

“Say anything?”

You’re practically unraveling, but manage to answer him, “Same as you. I didn’t want to make things awkward or weird, I like living here, with you.”

“We do have a good thing going,” he pauses his actions for a moment, to your disappointment, “but I really, really need to taste this pussy, otherwise I’m going to combust.”

He smiles a bit, but before you can reply, his tongue is on you and your mouth drops open. He looks you square in the eyes the entire time, he’s one of those, and you watch him, captivated, as his tongue laps and dips, his head sometimes rocking back and forth as he completely undoes you.

“Wait, wait please,” you beg, dragging yourself up the mattress a bit.

“What baby?” he reluctantly pulls away, breathless, and wipes his mouth with the back of his arm.

“I…” suddenly you feel shy.

“What? I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what it is,” he inches closer and kisses your lips gently, you can taste yourself.

“I want you to be inside me when I…you know…”

He grins and nods, then crawls over to his nightstand, plucking a condom from the drawer and hands it to you.

“I’m yours,” he stands and holds his arms out, “Do whatever you want with me baby.”

You hook your fingers in what remains of his clothing and pull it off of him in one go. His cock springs up, practically in front of your mouth, and you can’t help but take it, popping your lips off the tip and stroking him a few times for good measure.

His head rears back and he shudders, “If you don’t want me to blow my load all over your face, then I’d stop doing that baby girl,” he warns.

Heard.

You tear the wrapper open and pinch the tip, slowly rolling it down his length.

“Comfy?” you ask.

“As comfy as one can be in a condom, yes,” he smiles down at you and drags his thumb across your bottom lip. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

You hoist yourself onto your knees and crawl to the middle of his bed, patting the mattress so he sits upright, propped against his pillows. Then you straddle his lap, the tip of his cock throbbing against your open cunt.

“I want to ride you,” you whisper, brushing pieces of hair off his forehead and smoothing it all back out of his beautiful face.

“Perfect,” he smiles, his hands falling to gently grip your hips as you reach between your legs and line him up with your opening.

“Ready?” you ask, teasing the head of his cock, he throws his head back with a heady chuckle.

“Please,” he nods.

You sink down slowly, stopping when he’s buried to the hilt. He hisses, his grip on your hips tightens, which encourages you to move again, and again, and again.

Eventually you figure each other out, find a mutual pace, a shared rhythm. He seems to like it when his cock is deep inside you and you grind; which works just fine because you love it too. Leaning forward slightly and giving some extra bounce nearly undoes him, and you find that it’s the perfect angle, hits just right. You go faster, harder, because now you have to chase it…so close, you’re so fucking close.

It’s not until you cry out, eyes screwed shut and body stiff as your pleasure hits in waves that he moves. He pushes you over so you land on your back with a soft thud and like lightening, he’s between your legs, wrapping your thighs around him and burying himself in your cunt over and over until he freezes, breath shaky, and you feel his cock twitching inside you.

You both pant for a few moments as he runs his fingers through your hair, occasionally kissing you between breaths. Finally he collapses beside you in a pile of exhausted gorgeousness. You just lay on your back and stare.

Eventually when his breathing returns to normal he opens one eye and looks over, “What?”

You shake your head with a giddy chuckle, “That just happened.”

“Mmhmm,” he pulls you into him and squeezes, “And it’s going to happen again, and again. Oh, that reminds me,” he hops up and pulls his boxers back on.

“Where are you going?”

“To do your laundry,” he grins, “You have a pajama set that needs cleaned, we’ve got all weekend for you to wear it.”

The End.

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