#i will block you if you respond with the worst language

[run-godspeed]

most of Arya’s arc is about vengeance about seeing the side of the smallfolk. Also Arya is trueborn and Jon (as far as we’re aware) is not. they aren’t underdogs. They aren’t expected to lose by anyone, if anything we expect Jon to win, we expect Arya to survive because that’s we know they’ve done that always. Sansa has also never once wished Arya was dead or that Jon would die at the Wall, as far as I’m aware Catelyn is the only one who wanted Jon dead because she was scared for what it could mean for Robb.

Arya’s identity is Winterfell, like Jon, like Bran, like Sansa they are ghosts in their memories, their home is their poltergeist, they drown in it, cling to it madly.

And Needle is very much about Sansa and Arya as much as it is about Jon. Needle is a parallel to Sansa herself who loses herself as a bastard and cannot defend herself from Petyr. Also without Needle Arya loses her protection, Needle, herself. i wonder who else lost herself after Ned is gone.

and yes the original outline is important i’m not denying that but plans change while you’re writing and inherent bias is a thing, i should know as someone who writes and edits for several people!

Arya choosing to go by Cat, who’s actually often associated with Sansa because ( people refuse to see her as anything but Lyanna 2.0 which is weird since we know nothing about her when she’s really Cat) their similarities. And Lady Stoneheart is a wonderful thing to mention since Jon does not matter in Catelyn’s eyes and I dread to think what Lady Stoneheart would do to him. It makes sense to intertwine that all her children, Bran, Rickon and Robb in the crown and Arya & Sansa in the Needle at last set her free.

And it has never been about apprication? I’m talking parallel arcs because in the end a stark killed Daenerys which while D&D may be throwing shit at a priceless painting is actually important. most things however shitty do have a basis and a freedom of interpretation since GMMR did speak about his plans for the ending to them. Sansa is right now as a Kingslayer for the Purple Wedding. a bastard now giving up her name much like Arya’s been forced to give up hers.

And of course all the living are on the same team! they’re the living vs the dead. but i’m stuck on why you think Arya as the avenger of the Red Wedding would ever bow to Daenerys? She as the witness to the atrocities the Lannisters commit? Daenerys is a truly fantastic character but she’s not in charge of her destiny, George is. Also Daenerys likes people that are…pretty? gentle? kind? (weird since Arya’s also gentle and kind but ig if that’s where you live) too? Irri, Missansdei, and her many other handmaidens. Arya and her might become friends that i don’t want to argue that nor feel it’s my place but in the end Arya is and will always be a Stark, and if it comes between killing her friend and saving her family? not much to guess?

Jon is a very good sibling, i will never deny that, but in the end of the day he’s just that her brother. He is not a replacement father or mother he is her brother and that’s it, a bond of understanding that comes from from looking alike, years together and sharing mutual interest like all friends including siblings do. Dany at most has an interest in Jon, or the North that’s a very thin veneer of her wanting to be the hero of the story and wanting to reclaim what she believes to be hers.

(not touching on all the Azor Azhai motifs, got theories and other stuff since i’m not interested in debating that until WoW comes out)

I also tagged it with anti dany since i’m not really sure if it’s directly anti dany for all George knows he could decide to have Arya kill Aemon or Varys or Aegon. I’m one of those people who think dany will get her throne and die soon after. an Aegon ii if you will.

if it bothers you so much i’d recommend blocking this tag and blog, go find and curate the experience you desire instead of getting riled up by my post. if you wish to keep on talking i’ll reply. this is a civil conversation after all about fictional characters.

i’d also like to add if this is about the rec list not a single one bashes a character that isn’t a lannister who often deserve it. and it’s weird of you to think otherwise instead of scrolling down and deciding that i’m clearly against arya when i do actually want her to succeed in living instead of surviving.

casual mention that embroidery needles are not the thin and dainty ones we see instead thick and suppose to pierce through tough materials. that arya’s needle has a service use to pierce through dragon hide and sansa has the ability of adapting to the needs of the pattern.

[notafunkiller]

out of style

Summary: A year after your divorce, you and Bucky come face to face at your closest friends' wedding. Emotions run high, leading to a fiery confrontation that takes a detour to Bucky's hotel room, where the old flame might just reignite.

Pairing: ex-husband!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink, fingering, oral séx, no condom (but f is on birth control), language, a little alcohol, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 7.2K

Bucky Barnes masterlist

A/N: I really hope you'll enjoy it!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

What an ass... He has no shame at all. And the worst part? You’re still somehow surprised by it. As if you haven’t known him for years.

You look away, making sure to take a sip from your wine before focusing on the conversation again. It’s Nat’s big day, and you’re so happy for her, but listening to this story for the seventh time is exhausting. Same reactions, too: “Wow, he’s so well trained.” or “The wedding bands didn’t fall even once. Enzo is fantastic.” He’s a trained dog, you don’t get why they’re so fucking impressed.

You give Nat a smile before you excuse yourself to go to the bar. Maybe you should get a cocktail, the wine tastes terrible. On the way, you notice Steve talking to Miss Sunshine in the right corner, and you just nod toward him politely, trying to look unbothered. It’s his best friend’s girlfriend after all. What did you expect? Plus, maybe it’s just a polite conversation.

“A Sex on the Beach, please,” you murmur to the bartender.

“Vodka so early?”

You turn your head with a sigh just to see a guy you recognize from Nat’s engagement party. A fresh haircut, a simple suit and wandering eyes.

“Is there a time limit for a cocktail?” you respond, rolling your eyes when you notice he is still fixated on your chest.

He immediately raises his hands in defense as he takes a seat next to you.

God, if you hate one thing about being single besides the lack of sex is this… needing to deal with those men. It was perfect when Bucky used to take care of them.

“I didn't mean it like that, sweetheart.” You scrunch your nose instantly. God no!

“Here you go!” The bartender places the glass gently in front of you, and you’ve never been more grateful to see her.

“Thank you!” You smile before taking a huge sip, hoping it will turn him off and make him get away.

“A vodka tonic for me.” His tone is commanding, and you try not to roll your eyes again as he leans in closer. “We’re matching.”

“Huh?” You choke.

“Vodka lovers.”

Alright, time to get out of here!

You quickly grab your glass and stand up, making sure to fix your dress just in case, but his eyes are already on your breasts again. For fuck’s sake! How is he Steve’s cousin?

And talking about Steve, you almost jump when you hear him saying your name.

“Hey.” You’ve never been happier to see him.

You can’t say the same thing about his friend, who’s right next to him, looking the creepy blondie up and down.

“Is everything alright?” Steve asks with obvious concern.  “Do you feel okay?”

“Hey, man! The food is great and the company even better. Look at her, such an eye candy, am I right?” He chuckles at his own disgusting comment. “I mean, you’re married. Don’t answer that, I don’t want Romanoff on my back.” And after all of this, he has the audacity to wink at Steve. But before you can throw your cocktail over his shirt and make a scene, Bucky’s already getting in front of you, blocking your view with his huge back.

“If you want to keep your teeth, get the fuck out of here and never, ever get even within three feet of my wife. Am I fucking clear?”

His tone is so cold, harsh, and arrogant at the same time, but also so possessive. It surprises both: you and Steve, because he immediately looks at you confused before dropping his eyes on your hand.

He must be looking for a ring.

God, you never hated Bucky more than when you see blondie standing up and going straight outside just like that. It makes you even angrier because it’s always a man who has to explain the obvious signs to these assholes so they leave. You say no? You are playing hard to get. You are with a man? Then it’s all off-limits.

You sip your cocktail with frustration, the taste of vodka lingering on your tongue.

Then, you take a step toward Bucky, grabbing his arm and turning him so he can face you. “Listen and listen good, I’m not your wife and I don’t need you to play the macho hero! I can handle myself, so back off!” You wanted to leave after saying this, but the way he looks at you makes you change your mind. His eyes softened, showing a trace of your old Bucky, and it only pisses you off more. He labeled you just like that... “I divorced you for a reason, I’m not your property or responsibility. Stay out of my fucking business or I’ll show you exactly how well I can take care of myself!”

You hand him your half-full glass and storm out, seeing red. Or well, blue.

You anticipated that he’d come after you, of course you did. You know him, as much as you hate to admit. You still know him well. Too well.

And when you hear his sigh behind you, you don’t jump.

“You can handle yourself, but he was all over you. Sorry for being a gentleman.” He apologizes sarcastically. “I guess old habits die hard.”

“Too bad, Barnes! I am not your little wife. I am not your girlfriend. I am not even your friend.” You turn your head to look at him as he’s standing on the other side of the balcony. “And I am not that flavor of the month of yours, you have to kill these habits.”

He raises his head. “Flavor of the month?”

“Yeah, your plus one. You know, you should take care of her instead of trying to play hero and calling me your wife.”

“Keeping an eye on me? He smirks. “Thought you divorced me for a reason.”

Fuck him! He thinks he got you... “I did! You couldn’t open your mouth to say what bothers you, remember?”

“Well, I opened my mouth to do something else, far more exciting.”

You gasp, incredulous at his audacity.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You scream, walking toward him. “Seriously!”

“What is wrong with me? You tell me! You divorced me for a reason.”

“Don’t you have someone else to bother? Fuck off already, Bucky!”

“You got angrier with me now than back there with him. Unbelievable!” He shakes his head.

You take a deep breath, trying not to have a crisis. You are not gonna let him get to you. “Look, can you just pretend this didn’t happen?”

He instantly looks at you shocked as he leans in. “This as in,” he waves between you two. “Our marriage? You think I can pretend our marriage never happened?” His voice grew louder, his words punctuated by sharp, angry inflections. “You think just because we divorced, you get to ask me that? How can you...”

You’re taken completely aback by his whole attitude, and it’s like you’re back in time at your wedding as he made you sneak out so he can make you come on his tongue after saying all sorts of things.

You don’t know why you suddenly remembered that, but you need to snap out of it.

“I meant the whole interaction, you annoying man!”

“How was I supposed to know?” He looks much more relaxed now, though, and before you can think about it, you’re poking his chest.

“Why would I tell you to forget about our marriage, Bucky?” You smile. “You are more than free to think about me as you fuck your little flavor of the month. I am not gonna stop that.”

You see his eyebrows raise instantly as his gaze drops to your finger. “My little flavor of the month? How many times did you think about me fucking her?” His hand finds your wrist. “Did you wonder if I’m fucking her from behind as I choke her? Did you imagine me coming all over her tits? Did you-”

You grab his cheeks, just the way he likes it, to stop him.

“You think I have nothing better to think about? I have my own dicks that occupy my thoughts,” you lie through your teeth, and he knows it. God, he knows it as he chuckles right away.

“What’s so funny, Barnes?” You let go, expecting him to do the same, but he’s still holding your other wrist.

“You have no dick to think about. I know you broke up with your last flavor of the month, honey.”

He knows how much you hate being mocked with the word honey, but you bite the inside of your cheeks. “It’s funny really,” you fake giggle, looking up at him. “You assume I don’t have someone already. Maybe I’m just enjoying my life after our divorce... new dick every month since I am a free woman. I don’t even need something serious. You know how much I love sex.”

His smile immediately drops, his face reddening.

“You are absolutely infuriating!” Even his tone carries a sense of irritation.

“Aww, what happened?”

It’s his turn to grab your face, making you gasp. You don’t remember the last time he touched you, and you’re shivering.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, and you know it!”

“I don’t play games, Bucky, that is your specialty.” You smile, trying to maintain your composure. “Now let me go and get back to your little girlfriend. You can be mad about how many dicks she thinks about.”

“You can’t do the whole non-attachment shit. I know you well, don’t forget that. You’re my...” He talks so fast you’re surprised he stopped. You know what he was gonna say, of course you know. The audacity!

“I am not your wife, Bucky. You literally have a woman with you here tonight. We divorced, we live in separate places, and we fuck different people.”

“Who are you fucking, huh?” He almost spits the last words. “Tell me! Nat said you’re single.”

“You’ve been asking Nat about my personal life?” And she is spilling to him? No way.

“Fuck...” he frowns, dropping his hand from your face. “No.”

“Steve!” You realize. “God, this is pathetic! Why do you keep tabs on me, huh? Can’t you just mind your own business? Is your life goal to piss me off?”

“I’m not the one calling Jessica the flavor of the month.”

“Ha!” You laugh in his face. “Well, you have no success in getting a girlfriend. And they all look pretty familiar.” You can’t hide the venom in your voice. “The differences are they’re just taller and with less in the chest department. Quite interesting, don’t you think?”

“So you’re keeping tabs on me too!”

“You flatter yourself. It’s quite obvious, look at Jessica. Does she know you were married to me? Does she beg you to fuck her mouth? Does she...” You take a deep breath. “Does she call you daddy, James? Does she ride you until you lose control and turn her on her back so you can pound her?” You don’t care anymore. Right or wrong, you’re gonna let it all out. “Do you praise her? Tell her how wet she is for you? How your cock is made for her? Do you... do you tell her you love her while she’s coming? Do you fucking call her your good girl?”

“Jesus-” You don’t let him continue his sentence, interrupting him.

“Does she take you like I did? Does she beg for you because she feels empty, James? Does she? Did any of them?”

“Stop. It.”

“Why? You didn’t stop!”

He sighs, reaching out to grab your cheeks gently. “No one does, are you happy? I don’t even fucking try. I don’t let anyone call me daddy, I don’t choke anyone and I definitely don’t fuck anyone like I fucked you. Are you happy? Seeing me miserable and pathetic? Are you enjoying it?”

You can’t deny the satisfaction and relief you feel when you hear that. Dating post-him was a very bad experience overall, so him not upgrading, indeed, in any way, makes you feel victorious. At least, you’re both suffering.

“Yeah, I actually enjoy that.”

“What about you?” He snaps. “Do you do all of that?”

“I don’t want to be called daddy, James.”

“You know exactly what I meant! You call those losers daddy? You choke around their cocks? Do you beg for their small dicks to go deeper and finish yourself off after it?”

“Like I begged for your small dick?” You ask annoyed, knowing how dumb this lie is, but what else can you say? No one compares to him and never will.

His response shocks you as he reaches down to the zipper of his worn jeans and pulls it down.

“What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?”

“Wanted to, you know… give you more mocking material in case you forgot how small it is.”

You have to think twice about what to say because the first thought was: I have enough videos, thanks. But you can’t. You can’t expose yourself like that.

“James, what the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to hurt me?”

“With my small dick?”

You look away for a few seconds, not wanting him to read you. “Why are you doing this? We divorced, you’re seeing someone, I’m good by myself... just let it go.”

He smiles at that, and you realize you indirectly told him you are indeed not fucking anyone.

“Why would I let go of my wife?”

You’re slapping his chest before you realize what you’re doing. “Stop this, Bucky! Just fucking stop.”

He’s hurting you, how can he not see that?

“You said you divorced me for a reason. You said...” he pauses. “You ordered me to leave you alone. Well, what if I don’t want to?”

“What are you, a fucking stalker?”

“No!” He almost screams. “I am fucking in love with you, you infuriating woman!”

“W-what?”

He can’t be joking about this, can he? He is not cruel. He is not vile. This isn’t a game.

“I’m in love with you. I love you. You own me... you fucking control me.”

“How?”

He laughs hysterically, running his hands through his hair before pulling. “I am fucking obsessed with you: how you are, if you’re doing well, if you miss me, if you’re fucking someone else, if your date went great, if you regret being with me, if someone else makes you smile wider. I dream about you, I am so miserable I couldn’t be with anyone. With Mia it lasted a month. I wasn’t... I wasn’t okay. I am not okay.”

You look at him, waiting for more. “Go on and zip your jeans, we’re in public.” You  watch him quickly do what you demand before you continue. “And what about Jessica tonight? Or Alexa a month ago? Why are you lying to me?”

“It’s not real. Jessica... I was just trying to make you jealous, okay? I was sneaking looks all night, have you not noticed at all?”

You don’t smile, despite your huge instinct to. Instead, you cross your arms, watching him drop his gaze straight to your boobs.

“Why would I notice, James?”

“Well, how did you notice Jessica looking a little like you, that she’s with me here?”

Fair point...

“Just...” You’re suddenly gripped by this crazy urge to just fuck him right here. You even regret telling him to zip back up. You could have just lifted your dress as he lowered his briefs and took out his cock. And just like that, you could have just fucked against the wall or something. You would have let him rip off your panties too. You just need his cock so badly! “Shut the fuck up!” You snap, grabbing him by his neck so he can lean in enough for you to be able to kiss him. And oh, you kiss him!

You don’t have to fight to dominate the kiss, surprisingly, because he lets you. He lets you bite his lip and almost draw blood, he lets you unzip his pants again and push down his unfit-for-a-wedding jacket, and most importantly, he lets you be his again, as pathetic as that might sound. You feel him emotionally, not just physically.

Without wasting more time, you drop to your knees, making sure only your dress and shoes touch the floor directly. You drag down his pants and briefs at the same time from your position, and he looks at you surprised.

“I thought we’re in public and you were fucking some-” his words die as you bring your tongue to the head of his cock, tasting the precum, but not sucking even a little bit.

“Weren’t you saying something?” You tuck your hair strands behind your ears as you mock him. You love being on your knees for Bucky. He has this dominant energy, but he always makes you feel in power even when he fuck your mouth. And you enjoy it, you feed on it. One of the reasons you missed him so much. And he can take mocking. “Please go on. I am all ears.” You breathe out on his dick. “And tongue.”

“Oh god,” Bucky’s voice is a moan at this point, and you laugh. So easy...

“I’m your god now? Aww! Come on, do I have to do everything tonight?”

He looks down at you confused. His blue eyes are almost grey, and you know he’s on cloud nine already just because you’re there.

“What?”

“Oh, you need translation. Well,” it’s all you say before wrapping your lips around his dick and using both of your hands to push him as deep as he can go inside your mouth. He moans at the same time you gag, and his balls slap you in the face. He instinctively looks at you to ask if you’re okay, but you are more than okay. You are fucking alive. You encourage him to fuck your throat at this point by squeezing his ass cheeks and touching his balls.

“God, look at you! That pretty black dress…” He pulls out and back in not as forcefully as he can, but enough to make you start tearing up quickly. “On your knees for your man. That mouth!”

You find yourself moaning at the feel of his fingers grasping and tugging at your hair. Jesus, how you missed this...

“You have the sweetest mouth.” Does he even realize what he’s mumbling? “I could die right here. Right now,” he says and thrusts harder, which makes you close your eyes. You can barely see anything because of the tears, and he’s already close. “My pretty baby, my fucking girl.”

You’re getting wetter and wetter the more he talks, and it’s crazy. You’re cold and your jaw is hurting, yet you love this.

“Not caring if someone can catch us, just making sure you mark me again. God, I'm gonna come, baby. Gonna... should I p-pull-”

You don’t let him finish his sentence as you grab his ass to make sure you keep him there, in your throat, as he comes while moaning your name.

When he finishes, he immediately helps you stand up, before he kisses you desperately, his tongue immediately licking your bottom lip to get access. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. You moan in the middle of the kiss because his semi-hard cock is right where you need it, and it’s like torture...

“Need to taste you, okay, baby?” He asks with so much need in his voice. He sounds so whipped. “Need my pussy. Can I take you to my room?”

That is perfect, a dream at this point. But you need to make him a little more desperate.

“But the wedding… They would kill us.”

“I am sure you care sooooo much about this wedding and Nat’s stories. More than about getting my tongue on that pretty clit of yours and making you come all over my face.”

You can’t hold back your laughter.

“Fair point, Mr. Barnes. I deserve my orgasms, especially after listening to you pathetically trying to seduce me by admitting how desperate you are.”

“You dropped to your knees on this balcony just to mark my cock as yours.”

You pull his hair a little. “You said it yourself, it's already mine. Now get that ugly jacket and carry me.”

Bucky snorts, kissing your cheek. “You bought me that ugly jacket.”

“I know.”

*

You don’t know where you left your phone and even though you should feel panicked, you don’t. All you can focus on is Bucky taking off your dress and groaning at the sight of your cups. You couldn’t wear a full bra, so you improvised. They could barely hold your breasts, but no nipples showing? Win.

“Hurry up!”

“Jesus,” he moans and reaches for your cups. Desperate man... you roll your eyes, but let him uncover your breasts and grab them into his hands eagerly. He’s not just holding them, he looks and touches them as if he’s never seen boobs in his entire life, let alone yours.

“James...” You sigh, throwing your head back in pleasure when he finally gets your nipple into his mouth. Your hand finds his hair instantly, and you watch him suck happily while playing with your other nipple.

“You’re quite hungry,” you say with a smile, stroking his hair. You missed this so much. His need to always touch or sleep on your boobs, the way he grabs them while he’s pounding you... You shiver in anticipation when he switches to the other tit.

“Fucking shit, I missed them so much.”

You snort. “My boobs?”

“Mine.” He’s not sucking anymore, he’s eating them, shocking you.

“H-hold on a second, Bucky. They’re breasts, not my clit.”

“It’s been a year, love. Let me get my fill. I died without them. Died!”

As much as you wanted to think only about the part he missed your boobs, you can’t help the jealousy that clouds your mind. You were divorced, yet the image of him sucking someone else’s tits makes you want to hit a wall. Mia all over him... You pull his hair angrily. “You surely had other tits in your mouth, Bucky, for the past year. Don’t pretend this is any different.”

He immediately stops sucking. “You... you can’t believe this. Tell me you don’t believe this.”

You look away, too proud to face him. “What am I supposed to believe, huh? It’s been one fucking year.”

“I’ve been yours this whole year. I’ve been thinking about you, fucking my fist while watching... our videos, as fucked up as it might be. I tried to date, but I failed, and trust me, it has nothing to do with the size of my dick and my age. No one is you. No one smells like you or talks like you. No one is my brat with the god complex.”

“God complex?” You raise your eyebrow, keeping your face straight. “Fuck you.”

“I will fuck it out of you as I usually do, don’t worry.”

“Then why does it keep coming back?”

He chuckles. “Because you want to get fucked all the goddamn time.”

“Like you don’t!” You puff. “Come on, I breathe in your direction and you get hard, Bucky.”

“Did you see yourself? Did you have sex with yourself? You cannot judge me!” He grabs your breasts again. “There is no comparison, okay? You have no rival. Never did, never will.”

“That’s all?” You puff, amused. “My looks?”

“Do I even have to say… Your god complex exists for a fucking reason. You’re the smartest, most sarcastic, and feistiest person I’ll ever meet. One mocking comment, and you know how I get.”

“Pathetic?” You mock him on purpose just to get the reaction he is talking about. You love it when he compliments you.

“Is this why you divorced me? Cause I am a pathetic son of a bitch?”

You  take a deep breath. “I divorced you because you refused to communicate properly with me anymore, and you know it.”

“So not because of my small dick, either,” he remarks, making you roll your eyes.

“No, your small dick is one of the reasons I am here.”

Bucky dramatically touches his heart. “So you’re using me for my sex skills!”

“As if you don’t beg me to use you. Come on, put that mouth to good use before Nat comes after us.”

He doesn’t disappoint as he finally rips your underwear off, just like you fantasized about, and you use this as the perfect opportunity to fish for more.

“What happened, Jamie? So eager. Aren’t you a little good-”

The word boy comes out as a moan when you feel his index finger curled up inside you suddenly.

“What happened, honey? Too big for you?”

“Dick!”

“You’ll get that. I just need to erase the memories of having little pencils in here. That must have been traumatic.”

“You’re such a jerk!” You snort, but he’s right. It was really bad.

Bucky shrugs, finally kneeling properly between your legs before lifting them on his shoulders. God, yes!

“Gonna give my pussy some loving.”

“D-didn’t know you have a pussy, James.”

He smiles against your inner thigh. “I certainly keep what I lick.”

“Eww, what the fuck.”

He snorts, kissing your slit. “I am joking, baby. Tried to imitate one of those dicks you thought you could replace me with.”

Petty fucking bitch! You grab him by his hair and push him closer to your pussy.

“Shut the fuck up and eat!”

His tongue feels like heaven, indeed, on your clit. You’ve lost count of how many times you remembered him eating you out so you can come this year. He's just so good at eating your pussy.

You let out a satisfied sigh when he adds a second finger. You start to feel like before… like you and Bucky are still married and with no problem. Like you're happy. He makes you so happy. Made.

So you stare at his hair and stroke it as he sucks on your clit, completely squashed between your thighs, and try to hold back your tears.

When he adds his third finger and starts tracing eight figures on your clit with his tongue before he flattens it, you know you’re about to come.

There is something about the way he always manages to make you vulnerable even if it’s not intentional, to cut you open and get in... and you don’t want it to be over. You can’t let him go again after tonight. You’d suffocate.

Your efforts to delay your orgasm and not tear up are futile because when he sucks a little harder, you come and start sobbing somehow. The orgasm is strong and even though you’d want to watch Bucky, you close your eyes, letting yourself go, and shut your mind down for a second. Everything feels so overwhelming. So amplified…

You’re grateful he doesn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, either, even though you felt him hesitating when he heard you crying. You really needed this.

As soon as you finish, you drop your legs, furiously trying to wipe your face. He knows the difference between crying because of a crazy orgasm and you being emotional. He instantly gets back on the bed next to you and pulls you into the tightest hug you’ve had in two years.

“God, I’m...” You don’t know how to continue this phrase. You should not feel sorry for crying and you’re not pathetic for it. “I m-missed you so much, Bucky. Why did you give up?”

You feel his warm breath on your forehead. “I never gave up, baby, I swear.”

“B-but you did. You didn’t even try for more than six months. When I told you...” You take a deep breath. “That I want a divorce, you didn’t even look at me. Once, Bucky! Not even once…” You show him your index finger. “You simply agreed. You gave up on us. I was waiting for you to say: no, let’s try. No, I’ll communicate. Your words...” You sob. “Your words would have been enough for me. You should know that.”

“Oh my god, baby, please, breathe!” He kisses your forehead over and over again. “I never gave up, I swear. I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell you all of that, but you asked me for divorce. It felt like you wanted out. You were tired of fighting... you were tired of me. And I didn’t want to tell you to stay just so you could either stay with me out of pity or reject me. I would have died... To look at you and beg, and to see you detached.”

You shake your head into the crook of his neck. He cannot...

“How would I be detached if I tried for six months? How would I get tired of you?”

“Exactly. You tried for six months. I thought you snapped out of it...”

“Out of what?” You whisper, scared to say it louder, but he hears you anyway.

“Out of love.”

You immediately lift your head to look at him. He’s crying, too. “Bucky...” You bring your fingers to his cheeks and start to caress them.

“I just couldn’t remember us like this. I couldn’t look into your eyes and see you staring at me like I’m a stranger.”

“Jesus Christ, when did we fail to communicate this much?”

He knows you don’t expect an actual answer, so instead of speaking, he holds you, and kisses you, and makes you giggle.

The more you move into his lap, the better you feel his erection pressing against your pussy. So close, yet so far.

He groans, placing his hands on your hips. “Careful.”

“Well, I don’t want you to be careful. I want you to fuck me raw right now.”

“Right now? He snorts, using his position to his advantage and moving. And just like that, you’re suddenly pressed with your back against the bed, and his mouth covers the valley between your breasts. That didn’t take a lot of convincing.

“Did you fuck anyone else without protection?” You ask unsure how to formulate it without it sounding a little weird. You’re not even sure you want to know the answer if it’s positive, but still.

“No. Only condoms and well... to be honest more my fist,” he chuckles, helping you get on your back again by bringing a pillow under your head. “I tested myself, of course.”

You nod, trying to hide your happiness. You selfishly wanted this: no one but you to feel him without any barrier.

“Good.”

“What about you?”

“No one for me, either.”

You would laugh at his proud face if you didn’t know he might use it to tease you later. You can use it too, though.

“Come on, baby, spread your legs for me. Daddy’s home.”

You laugh surprised, but you do what he says. You really missed having him between your legs.

Needy, you reach for his T-shirt, that for some reason is still on, and you tug it down, showing him you want it off.

He hesitates for a couple of seconds too long before grabbing his T-shirt by the neck.

“Come on, what did you do? Got a tattoo?”

You get your answer as soon as he’s finally naked.

“Oh, God!” You instantly lift your hand so you can grab his necklace. “What the fuck, James...”

“I told you I never gave up on us.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve been keeping it on since we divorced?”

He blushes, looking away. “Yeah.”

“Even when you were with other girls?”

Your heart is racing.

“Never took it off.”

You giggle, touching the surface of the ring over and over again.

“No wonder why nothing worked.”

“I had no intention to make it work.”

You say nothing, just looking into his eyes and letting him see how fucking much you love him, how he could never be a stranger, and you kiss him, wrapping your legs around his ass to show him what you need.

“I want you to pound me, okay? I want to feel you for days, do you hear me? I am so wet and ready. Please, just fuck me!”

You shiver a little when you feel the back of his hand brushing against your clit while he brings his cock to your entrance.

“Gonna make you mine again, alright? Gonna make you forget this year and everyone who,” He finally thrusts inside you. “Tried to get you.”

He’s thick. Really thick, and you can’t believe how you managed to survive without this stretched-out feeling for a whole fucking year.

“I hate you so much!’

He snorts. “I am pretty sure you love me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have my cock inside you after one year.”

“This is the problem!” You hiss when he pulls almost completely out. “One year, Bucky!”

“Aww!” He says a bit mockingly before thrusting all the way in again. Oh my God... you close your eyes. “Is this your bratty way of telling me you missed my small dick?”

“Bratty? You think this is bratty?” You ask him sarcastically before bringing a hand to his ass. “Harder!”

“Harder, huh?” He quickly unwraps your legs and turns you on your belly before you can react.

You gasp, shocked by how fast he is and hating the emptiness, but he ignores it, bringing a pillow under your pussy.

“Ass in the air, come on.”

You comply immediately, staring at his face from the side. He looks like he’s on a mission, with his hair already in all directions and the wedding band hanging around his neck.

The first thing you feel is his mouth on your ass cheek, licking on a spot before biting.

You hiss. “James!” It hurts, not more than a spanking, but you weren’t ready for that.

“Mine.”

You snort, wiggling your ass. “Yeah, yeah. Now gimme my cock.”

And he does. He so does, he’s not slowly entering you, no. He pushes in almost fully with only one thrust, making you bite into your pillow.

“You missed that, didn’t you? The way I fill you up is so good. The way...” He slaps your ass. “No one can make you feel so good. No one can fuck you like the desperate whore you are for my cock.”

You moan loudly into the pillow. You love being called a whore like this. Because he is right and he is obsessed with it, anyway. “B-Bucky...”

“Tell me whose cock you love? Tell me.”

He’s thrusting so fast at this point that you can barely even hear him.

“Bucky.”

“No, no, no. That is not what you call me like this.”

“James...”

He suddenly stops thrusting, and you whine, lifting your spinning head to look at him over your shoulder. No matter how much you try to tilt your hips to make him move, you fail.

“If you want to get fucked, baby, you gotta call me the right-”

“Daddy. Daddy, daddy. Happy now?”

He rolls his eyes, obviously not that happy with your tone.

You smirk.

“I see you need a lot of battiness fucked out of you.”

“Then why are you not fucking me, daddy?”

“Oh, goddamn it!” He’s not holding back now, moving like he used to. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you love me... that no one, fuck- no one is like me!”

His voice tinges with a hint of neediness... maybe even urge. His vulnerability takes you a little aback because it’s stronger than his mocking. He’s genuinely seeking for reassurance as he gazes at you with a mixture of desire, desperation and longing. He’s searching for validation in your eyes the way you were earlier, so you give it to him.

“You’re the only one for me, J-James. I love you forever. I never... I n-never stopped!” You can’t keep your head up a second longer as you drop it on your pillow, moaning.

“We’re getting married tomorrow.”

You half-snort, half-moan. “W-we can’t.”

“We can.” The sound of his balls slapping against your pussy almost covers the sound of his voice.

“We... we have to apply first.”

He spanks your ass again, and you scream, the sudden pain making you feel so good.

“So wet for me. They stood no chance. T-they don’t know how hard you want it.”

“Daddy, please... Please!” You’re a moaning mess. You just need a little harder. Just a little.

You’re not sure if you’re gonna have a voice after this. He’s pounding you so hard.

“My good, good girl.” He’s squeezing your hips, and the sound of your skin slapping is echoing. “God, gonna come for me? Jesus, wanna fill you up with my come too. Please, baby.”

You don’t know when or how he manages to do it, but he sneaks one of his hands under your body and pinches your nipple. You gasp, the wave of pleasure hitting you as he keeps fucking you. You feel your body weakening when he says your name over andl over again, but you don’t open your eyes for a while, letting him fuck you desperately while playing with your breast.

“Gonna- fuck, take my come, wife! Take me!”

He’s coming so much... surprisingly much even for him. You can feel him dripping down your thighs even when he slows down, then stops his movements before he falls on top of you as soon as he finishes.

“James...” You groan. “You’re heavy.”

He places a small kiss on your back, and you giggle.

“I love you.”

You melt, but he moves to the side before you can reach for his cheeks.

“I love you, too.” You kiss him. “So much that I let you drag me out of my best friend’s wedding reception.”

Bucky snorts, brushing his nose against your face. “Pretend all you want, I know you were bored as fuck.” You feel him slowly pulling out of you, and you whine. It’s a little uncomfortable. “Sorry, wifey.”

“I’m not your wife yet.”

“Yet, but you were and you will be again this week.” He takes your ring finger into his mouth.

“Bucky!”

“What? We need new rings.”

You try to pull out your finger. “No, we don’t. I have mine.”

“We need...”

“How about we use all that money for a vacation instead?”

“Neah, honeymoon is honeymoon.”

He finally lets your finger go. “We are not buying other wedding bands.”

“I am not debating a new engagement ring, though.”

You roll your eyes, but you know it’s the best deal you can get.

“Fine, a new engagement ring,” you agree while rolling ro his side and placing your head on his chest. “I don’t wanna move.”

“Don’t want to or can’t?”

You decide to surprise him by biting a spot right above his nipple. He groans while you simply laugh.

“You just can’t be subtle, can you?”

“If you’d wanted subtle you’d have gone for someone like Steve.”

“Eww, Bucky. I have your come dripping out of me and you bring up Steve?”

“You literally talked about Nat a sec ago.”

Then, as if a switch was flipped, your eyes widen. “Oh shit, my phone!”

“Where did you forget it?” Bucky asks casually, so used to gathering your things for you. You really missed that, too.

“Table. God... Do you think they know?”

“Know what?” He giggles, raising both of you until your backs touch the headboard. “That you dropped on your knees in the middle of the wedding to suck my cock? Or how I fucked you raw until you cried.” A sudden realization crosses his face. “You asked me to fuck you raw. Are you... still on the pill?”

You roll your eyes. “You think I’d let you fuck me like this for the first time we talked to each other properly since we divorced if there was a big chance to get pregnant?”

“I assume you are still on the pill, don’t be patronizing!” He kisses your nose, which he knows tickles you.

Ass...

“You are asking a dumb question instead of getting your ass downstairs to bring me my phone.”

“How is that dumb? I wanted to know if I should get you a pill or something.”

“So you don’t want babies with me!” You try not to laugh as you say it, biting your lip to keep your face serious.

“Why do you act as if I told you I don’t want a baby with you?” He chuckles when he sees you pouting. “We’re just getting back together and no way you’d want a baby now. But if I am wrong, let’s go for it. I can give you a baby, just get off the pills.”

“You don’t give me a baby, James. We have a baby together!”

He sighs, getting off the bed to get his clothes back on. “Obviously, but I am the one coming inside you. This is what I meant. I am all in. But we need some adapting time at least.”

You should stop this whole teasing-testing thing. You both have the same opinion after all. You might have a baby, and you know he’d be involved one hundred percent, but not now. Absolutely not.

“I know. Thanks for asking.”

“You’re such a tease.” He snorts, putting on his pants. “Before I go, do you want me to run you a bath or should I bring you a towel?”

“Do you plan on staying there?”

He turns his head to you instantly. “Yeah, sure. I am gonna eat some steak and brag about fucking my wife.”

“Alright, alright. Bring me a snack and we can take a bath together. Actually,” you think about it better. “I’m gonna clean up and wait for you.”

“You want me to fuck you again, don’t you?” He asks as he fixes his jacket.

“Why? Is this all you could give me?”

“Oh, fuck you!”

“Sure.” You spread your legs at the same time you grab your own breasts, making him groan. It’s so easy to get to him. And it’s hilarious.

“Jesus, you’re planning to kill me.”

“Not you acting as if it’s the first time this happened.”

“It is the first time in over a year, baby.”

You feel yourself softening again. “True. Now, please, please, please, don’t give them any details and bring me a snack.”

“What snack?”

“Anything, make me a plate, I don’t care.” He nods before reaching for the keys. “Oh, and Bucky? Tell your flavor of the month you don’t need her anymore.”

“I told you she is not-”

“And tell Nat I’ll make it up to her!” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence. You don’t need him to defend a random girl’s honor.

“You’re so jealous.”

“Lock the door!”

You giggle satisfied when he closes the door and let yourself scream out of happiness while staring at the bite he left on your ring finger. Mrs. Barnes never got out of style.

[peridot-tears]

Hey MDZS fandom. I want you guys to be careful interacting with this person.

If you don't already know, Chinese people have had a long history with cultural erasure when it comes to taking on English-language names. It started with imperialism, and continues as a way to "assimilate" and avoid mockery of our language in western countries.

For Chinese diaspora like myself, it's another form of racism we face, to the point where some of us are reclaiming our names in everyday life. Here's an article about this movement happening across Asian diasporas in the United States -- just to name one instance out of many.

The responses to this post reflect that:

You can see that my comment assumed "good faith." However, OP deleted these comments and blocked me. (That didn't stop other people from calling it out as well, though I have to assume that if OP was so offended by my comment, the next few people will receive the same treatment.)

I honestly didn't like whipping up the diaspora statement -- that I wrote with multiple Chinese diaspora fans of MDZS, all of us hailing from multiple different countries and backgrounds, our ancestry coming from completely different regions of China -- because it meant that we were encountering another microaggression.

If you ever wonder why MDZS and danmei fandoms in general seem to be so bereft of Chinese diaspora voices, that's absolutely because of these microaggressions: Someone makes a joke, writes a story, writes some meta, that is culturally ignorant at best, offensive and harmful at worst, and when we gently correct them, explaining why it's racist, the person in question shuts us down, dismisses us, gets defensive, or worse.

Regardless of where you are -- fandom, social media, on the street, at work, at school -- as long as you are interacting with other people, your words matter and affect other people. That includes being racially offensive, even if you didn't intend to be. It's how you respond to the people you've insulted that reveals your character, how willing you are to be complicit in their mistreatment.

My rule of thumb has always been this -- if multiple people, including those of the culture you've just made a microaggressive joke about, find it unfunny, racist, or harmful, then you listen. Dismiss or ignore them, then yes -- you absolutely are racist.

[mechaknight-98]

Vehement (NSFW) FT Chaeyoung (Twice)

Authors Note: Chae has really been doing it for me lately so here’s some more of her.

Part II I guess

When you arrive at your shared apartment you hear moans coming from your bedroom, and you think the worst, but you breathe in and out take a breath and calmly approach the situation with a clear vision. You walk to the open door and you see your girlfriend getting railed by another girl with a strap on. You don’t scream or yell or freak out. You walk out and go back to your parent's house. Explain the situation wisely block her number and move on. Of course, there is screaming and yelling and crying to your self five years is five years after all but honestly, what could you do? It was as the saying goes “spilled milk.”

One year later

You find yourself at a bar in Korea. That job promotion from last year has paid dividends you are now a partner at the law firm and have been on a hot streak of legal victory after legal victory, but Nike’s sweet embrace only came in the form of occupational success. You were lonely isolated, and starting to lose hope. So you sat alone drinking your whisky. Your coworkers have floated off and around. Doing their things.

“Hey, can I buy you a drink?” You hear as something taps your shoulder. You turn around to see a short girl with big eyes and a round face staring at you. her cat eye makeup lures you in.

“Sure why not.” You say

“Good because I wasn’t taking no for an answer handsome.” The lady says confidently. You smile.

“Well then Mrs.?” You ask intrigued

“Call me Tiger.” The lady says she eyes your drink

“Another whisky on the rocks.” She says to the bartender. The bartender nods and smirks at you knowingly.

“So what’s your name handsome,” Tiger asks smirking.

“Rocco,” you say.

“Roco.” Tiger purrs you nod at her. Tiger smiles “Hmm I like it.” She adds. You tilt your head as you face her.

“So what is a large handsome man like you doing all alone?”

“Well, I’m enjoying the drinks. Had a hard week but pushed through and now I can play hard.” You say. Tiger smiles.

“Oh, a working man. What do you do?” Tiger asks

“I’m a business lawyer,” you say but before you can continue your conversation with Tiger a loud and sadly familiar voice rings out.

“Oh my GOD Rocco Cabaretti?” You turn to see your ex Sabrina walking towards you. She looks different. Her hair which was short and black is now long and streaked with silver. Her facial makeup is more siren-like than you remember (oceanic colors) and her movements and body language are significantly less tomboy and more feminine. She smiles at you as you squint. You recognize her by voice but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Um, do I know you?” You ask.

“Oh don’t be like that you disappeared for a year on our anniversary and you don’t recognize me.” Your ex replies

“Wait, Sabrina?” You feign. Your ex nods

“Bingo.” She says happily “What are you doing here?” she asks surprised.

“I live out here,” you respond

“Me too when did you move out here?” she asks

You subtly turn to Mrs Tiger and she sees your discomfort. She nods and mouths “I got you.”

“About a month after I left the apartment.” You answer

“Oh so right after I started dating Jennie. oh speak of the devil there she is.” Sabrina says proudly

Sabrina smiled as the girl you saw her cheat with approached he breathed deeply and clenched your fists. Mrs Tiger saw it and grabbed your right hand. You turned to her and Mrs Tiger smiled at you with a considerate smile. Your left eye twitched vehemently but thanks to the lighting no one except Tiger noticed

“Hey babe who is this?” Jennie asked after giving Sabrina a very expressive kiss.

“Oh, this is just my ex Rocco,” Sabrina answered

“The lawyer who disappeared?” Jennie asked curiously Sabrina nodded

“Why did you disappear? It was our 5th anniversary and you just left,” she asked as tears began to well up in her eyes. You didn't know if this was fake or she was genuinely sad. So you decided to come clean.

“I got home early on our fifth anniversary and saw you fucking Jennie. I figured you were cheating on me so I took the hint. Especially since we had been having problems before,” you say plainly. It's as if time stands still for everyone present and it feels like everyone within earshot goes mute. You feel the quiet stares as the muted circle gets to you. You watch as Sabrina stands there dumbfounded. The bartender who got you your last drink's eyes almost pop out of her head

Jennie turns to her and laughs, “I told you. You should have warned him.” she says in between giggle fits

You turn to Mrs. Tiger who's also extremely confused. both of your faces saying, "Did she say that?"

“I am so sorry honey. Jennie and I were supposed to be your anniversary gift. I had felt bad for missing your birthday and Christmas, but you were so busy with work, and I wanted to make it special.” Sabrina said through a befuddled expression.

You nod trying to process everything. You do not allow your anger from the last year not to evaporate in that instant though. You were still furious. You just couldn't do anything with it now because the situation became even more ridiculous. Sure one day in the future this might be hilarious but not today. You realize though in that moment that you can't show any emotion except shock,” “Oh um okay I would have been cool with Final Fantasy 7 rebirth but cool.” what you said wasn't meant as a joke but it certainly got a laugh out of everyone present. Well everyone besides Mrs. Tiger.

“Oh, you're so funny and simple. Well, it was good to see you, Rocco,” Sabrina said jovially. Her smile returned. You nod as she leaves. Jennie mouths "sorry" before waving you off as well. After she leaves you turn to the barkeep who's as shocked as you are and you pay your tab.

She refuses and says “It's on the house Rocco.” she blinks a few times and you mirror that trying to process the numerous emotions. Mrs Tiger gets in the way, of you leaving.

"You okay?" Mrs. Tiger asks

"Um that was insane and I honestly don't know. I am just going to go home and sleep tonight off." You reply

Mrs. Tiger's eyes widen, "How about we do something else?" she suggests

"Um...you know what fuck it. Tonight is a wash anyways," you say. Mrs. Tiger smiles and the two of you (After the appropriate amount of time waiting for the drinks to wear off. be responsible people) drive to your place. You let Mrs. Tiger in and she smiles.

"This is a nice place. quite big, and what a killer view. Is that all of Hongdae?" Mrs. Tiger asks looking around the space.

"Most of it, but yeah it's why I chose this place. Although work has made it hard to enjoy it." You answer

"You work a lot?" Mrs. Tiger asks

"Um, it ebbs and flows. If it's a particularly difficult case yes otherwise it can be pretty open and shut. I try to stick to my office hours and billable hours as closely as possible." You reply. Mrs Tiger nods and then notices your switch plugged in.

"Oh, a gamer too. you're like my friend Mina. She loves gaming." Mrs. Tiger teases. You crack a smile. Unsure of what to do next you go to your fridge.

"Would you like some water Mrs. Tiger?" you ask politely as you turn your back to get a couple of bottles from the fridge. you close the door and Mrs. Tiger stares at you with wanton desire.

"No I want you," she says as she begins kissing you, at first you're off guard but your body quickly falls in line you kiss her back. Your bodies slither along each other as she wraps her legs around your waist. She breaks the kiss for a moment. "That was absolute bullshit tonight," she says. You nod and she begins to speak again before going back in for another kiss, "I can't believe that dumb bitch is dating Jennie too."

"Do you know Jennie?" you ask.

"Oh, you haven't recognized me yet how cute." Mrs Tiger replies, before going in for another kiss. you gave into your impulses and just followed her lead. you kissed her again with more fire this time. she yelped as you gripped her ass roughly and you slid your tongue down her throat. She greedily accepted your advances and broke the kiss a trail of saliva connecting the two of you. her silver contact eyes told you all you needed to know. your hand slid from her ass to under her skirt and you slid her panties to the side before sticking a few fingers into her sodden pussy. you smirk as she shyly looks away.

"Oh so now you're shy" you tease."

Mrs Tiger looks at you with a blushing look before you plunge into her folds with her fingers. "Oh God." she moans at the intrusion, but you continue to pump in and out of her as you lead the two of you to the bedroom. Chaeyoung moans and groans as she grinds herself on your fingers. you lay her on your bed giving her a second to breathe, but the look in her eyes tells you "Fuck me now." so you rip her panties but leave her pantihose on while you watch her rip her top off and free her cute perky tits. you attach your lips to the right bud and breast kissing and licking until she growls out you.

"Enough foreplay. fuck me."

"Okay Mrs. Tiger." you tease before plunging into her pussy. you groan as you enter her for the first time. despite her wetness, she is still aggressively tight. you push into her though and she moans out.

"Oh God break me with that fat cock." she yells

"What a dirty mouth." you tease. She glares at you and as she goes the chide you, you thrust back into her. she groans in pleasure as you thrust in and out of her. you reach your hand out to her left breast and squeeze as you thrust in and out. She loses it.

"God I love this fat cock." she yells as you fuck her.

"Oh really. then we might have to make this a real thing." you say in the heat of the moment."

"Oh God yes please." Mrs. Tiger moans as she nears her climax. you are not far behind as you pound into her tight pussy.

"tell me where you want it?" you ask.

"paint my on my tits. make me a slutty painting with your cum." Mrs Tiger demands. you notice her tattoos and the rest of her petite body.

"I'll make sure to paint all of you tonight," you say. her vagina clenches around at that and she cums on your dick. you pull out in time and switch your cock with your finger to push her through a higher height as you stroke yourself on your masterpiece. your cum flies all over her chest and tummy as you stroke.

"Ugh take it slut." you say. Mrs Tiger moans in blissful pleasure as you cum stains her body. when you finish she smiles, and you fall next to her. spent.

"I need a minute. that was hot but man were you rough." Mrs. Tiger

"Chaeyoung." Mrs. Tiger replies.

"Like the singer?"

Chaeyoung hits you annoyed.

"Yes like the singer because I am her."

"Oh, no way." You say.

"I am sorry for being so rough with you." you apologize

"Oh no I needed it, and I think you needed it too after tonight's fiasco," Chaeyoung says satiated.

"Fuck yeah. you're my first fuck in 5 years."

Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow, "5 years?"

You nod, "She fucked me up."

Chaeyoung chuckles, "Well at least we're both good, but I am going to need a round two and three."

"Oh me too," you reply.

the air is silent for a bit before you say, "Also if you don't want to be..." you stammer

"Oh now you're shy after finding out I am a megastar." Chaeyoung teases

"I just...the dating bans. Chaeyoung." you stammer

"Please the public flips flops their opinion on me every day. we will be fine to date, look at me. I am yours. and this... (She grabs your cock and slowly starts stroking it) is mine." she says strongly before relenting. "I am not ready yet so rest up, because when I want you. I need you ready," she adds. you nod and fall off to sleep with her cuddling you.

You are jolted awake to the sensation of a warm and wet sensation around your crotch. At first, it is jarring then eases into being quite pleasant. You look down to see a little minx’s lips wrapped around your cock. You blink thrice as your eyes adjust when they finally focus your girlfriend’s face can be distinguished. She smiled as you fully came to consciousness. She stops her sucking to come up for air. Her doe eyes look at you full of adoration and innocence despite the rest of her body being built for sin. She pools spit at your tip before beginning to stroke your rod. Her disheveled hair and bare face only add to the raw erotic beauty she holds. You take in her beauty and say “fuck Tiger how do accomplish new ways to be hot every day. Your girlfriend smiles seeing she has you wrapped around her finger.

Her gaze shifts from love and adoration to unbridled lust and desire. “Oh good Jagi you're up. Well, all of you are up. This little guy woke me up as he was poking me this morning. Are you good to fuck me before work? I need it,” Chaeyoung says. You nod she grins like a mad woman as she moves up. When your faces are level she aligns her pussy with your cock. As she takes in your cock inch by inch she moans progressively louder. When she bottoms out she gives a look that is equal parts possessive and lustful.

“This cock is mine,” Chaeyoung states to you coldly. You look into her eyes which are clouded over by the unrelenting horniness that seems to almost radiate off her like an aura of lust. It pulls you closer to her as you line your cock with her folds you attempt to slide in but the Chaeyoung vehemently yells, “No fuck my ass!” surprised at her words you adjust your trajectory and plunge into her other hole.

“Oh Fuck” Chaeyoung moans as you bottom out. She leans her body into yours

“Pull my hair,” she yells as you thrust in and out of her. You reach for it and roll it into a tight fistful handle as her eyes roll back into her head. You watch the way your girlfriend reacts and stop being mesmerized by her incredible ass. Her lustful aura and body overtake you and you fall deeper into depravity with her.

“Smack” echoes through the apartment as you slap her ass. You move your love hand and have it begin to tease her clit

“Ugh.” Chaeyoung grunts trying to ground herself but the pleasure is too much and she violently cums. Seeing your girlfriend's body so overwhelmed sends you over the edge as you cum in her ass. She looks at you with a wild look that sends you feral as you withdraw from her. Chaeyoung’s fire is still lit and she eyes you intensely.

“You got any left in the tank?” she challenges you to nod and plunge back into her pussy without warning.

“Oh god yes stuff me with that fat cock.” Chaeyoung raves. You thrust into her while grabbing her slutty waist.

"You like how I fuck your slutty body tiger?" you question

Chaeyoung nods lost in the pleasure, "fuck me, fill my pussy with your cum I need it. I need it." Chaeyoung whines. you smile.

"Oh, do you want me to breed your slutty pussy? make you my girl forever," you ask

"Yes breed my slutty pussy." she says as her pussy tightens around your cock. you groan

"Does the idea of your belly and tits swelling turn you on that much slut." you challenge. Chaeyoung's pussy tightens even further around your cock somehow.

"Well Tiger what will it be I'm close. "you say to her. "You can still back out before I ruin your pussy forever and claim it as mine," you say to her

"Breed my pussy." Chaeyoung says in a husky voice as she makes intense eye contact with you. "I want all of your cum inside me this load. can you do it for me empty those big burdened balls deep into my cunt" she asks breathlessly. You nod

Chaeyoung moans breathlessly as the pleasure takes hold of her again when you give into her demands, and she comes over your dick forcing you into another orgasm. you dump your last load of the night into her pussy. and she falls back onto the bed again truly satisfied. she turns to you and says.

"That was good." you nod and tell her how great that was for you. "Yeah I guarantee I got you," she says adorably before falling asleep in your arms.

"I got you too. Tiger," you reply.

[taelophone]

Good To Growᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

Joost Klein x Childhood Bsf!Reader TWs: (very very) Brief masturbation joke, The WORST mutual pining ever, google translate Dutch, RPF!!! W/C: 4,130 A/N: probably needs a pt2

Life had always been a little…different for you. You grew up quiet, and preferred to distance yourself from a crowd most of the time. Like now.

You sat in the long, warm blades of grass as your parents were probably frantically searching for you somewhere by the playground they had placed you in. You fidgeted with the metal buckle on your jean-and-plaid Minnie-mouse jumper, admiring the embroidered familiar face and bow on the little chest space.

You didn’t like that you had to move all the way from your hometown. After all, Friesland doesn’t have your favorite playground with the metal rocking chairs just waiting to break any little limbs it could access. But you were learning to adjust.

It was calm, and peaceful. The mysterious ball of light beamed down on you and illuminated your skin, basking in its slightly sticky and uncomfortable rays of heat.

“Oh-! Agoeie!!” A little, but unfamiliar voice said from above you as the sunlight suddenly disappeared. 

You glanced upwards, craning your neck to see what was blocking the warmth to see a tall, almost hazardously pale boy with rosy cheeks and eyes like blue diamonds.

“Huh…?” Is all you managed, not recognizing the unfamiliar phrase as your little brows furrowed in confusion.

“Je papa en mama zijn naar je op zoek!” He smiled.

What.

“What?” You murmured, pouting slightly.

“Wat?” The boy responded, his brows now mirroring your confused expression. He tilted his head to the side, shrugging his shoulders before lifting you up from under yours. If you had grasped the concept of stranger danger, you’d have been wailing and shouting by now. But the strange boy was met with little to no resistance as he whisked you along with him, back in the direction of the park you had abandoned earlier.

If you hadn’t known any better, which you didn’t, you would have assumed he was a friend of your parents. Which he wasn’t. His mother simply told him to be on the lookout for a small child around his age with bandaged knees and jean overalls.

But you were only five. You weren’t able to piece together that your parents and Joost’s mom had actually known each other, nor that the child carrying you was her son. Or if you did, you didn’t care enough to acknowledge it.

“Ik heb haar gevonden!” He beamed, carrying you over to your parents. His arms were wrapped around your torso  awkwardly, letting your ankles dangle above ground. 

And ever since then, you two became inseparable. More or so because your parents force proximitied you to death, but that’s not the point.

Joost spent his free time carrying you around, dragging you along with him on adventure after adventure. He made sure to hold your hand extra tight, out of pure fear that you’d get up and get lost again like you had managed to do time and time again.

“Where are we now..?” You murmured,  clutching onto your ivory leather messenger bag. It had been roughly four years since you met, leaving just enough space for the language barrier to be slightly bridged over.

Joost giggled, his eyes crinkling slightly as he shrugged. “I don’t really know.” He snickered. It wasn’t entirely a lie; he certainly wasn’t familiar with the area. However, he did know the way back home.

You followed him still, taking in the pretty flowers and grassy fields and the amount of dust you kicked up with each step on the dusty trail.

“Do you really think we should be this far?” You asked, looking up from the ground momentarily. 

“It’s okay.” He nodded, smiling at you warmly. “I know the way back home.” He reassured, swinging his arms back and forth and taking your hand right with him. “We are gonna get…what is it?” He hesitated, looking at you for help.

You hesitated, watching as he pointed to the field of pretty tulips in the distance. “In English.” He nodded.

“Flowers? Tulips?” You offered, smiling at him in return as you giggled. 

“Yes! Tulips, yes yes.” He beamed. “We are going to get tulips, and then climb the trees.” 

The walk towards the actual tulip field was silent, occasionally broken by Joost pointing out something or giggling at the occasional bunny that passed by.

“See! The tulips are very pretty. Just like you!” He giggled, hopping a little brown picket fence with little to no hesitation. You winced, placing your hands on the fence as you looked over at him. 

“Should we be here..?” You asked, hobbling over the fence anyway.

“It’s okay, it’s open to the public!” He nodded, sitting down in the multicolored plain. “And it is just so, so it will be okay.” He smiled, watching as you cautiously made your way over to him, weaving in between the tulips carefully.

Joost had always thought you were the most adorable girl to walk the earth. You never outgrew your habit of silence, but that was ok. He enjoyed your presence regardless of what you said or did.

When you did find yourself stumbling back into your words again, you had a LOT to say. Random topics, asking for translations for your Dutch homework, whatever It may be, he was happy to hear it.

“How long do you think it took to plant all of these flowers?” You asked, grinning as you stared at the lively section of pink.

“A long time, maybe.” He nodded. He ran his hand across one of the delicate flowers, taking his time to appreciate how the soft flora felt under the pads of his fingers.

“I really love flowers…I wish I had a garden so I could grow a bunch.” You spoke, gently running your hands through the flowers as well. 

“I think a garden is nice.” He nodded, plucking a white tulip and placing it in your hand. “You look nice in white.” He nodded, gesturing to your white ruffle tank top paired with your light blue jeans.

“Oh thank you!” You smiled. “This top is actually my mom’s, I think…But it matches my bag so she let me wear it!”

He smiled, nodding his head eagerly at your explanation. 

“I like it. It’s very pretty.” He smiled, placing a gorgeous white tulip in the loop of your messenger bag.

“Oh thank you.” You giggled, gently knotting the stem around the silver loop.

“Oh, and my mama said if you want to come over later that you should. We’re going to have cookies.” He nodded.

And you did. For many many weekends, you spent as much time as your parents would allow over at Joost’s house. Baking cookies, trading secrets, getting each other ready for your first day of freshman year, everything.

You were even there when he made his little YouTube channel, prompting you to change his contact name to “EenhornHandsome🦄” in your phone.

You had seen the many homes he had experienced; every last one of them.  After all, packing your entire life in a set amount of boxes was never a one man task.

“So what are you doing for college?” Joost asked, completely snapping you out of your media-fueled stupor.

“It’s between nursing, or psychology…” you mumbled, nodding in approval as you scrolled down your phone while kicking your legs in the air.

“I wanted to go to vet school for a bit…but nah.” You huffed, tossing your phone somewhere around his boyish room. “What about you? You still quittin’?”

He chuckled quietly, rolling his eyes as he straightened his posture a bit, now leaning against his black headboard.

“It’s not quitting, I just want to take paths…other than school.” He smiled.

“For sure. You’re not dropping out, just exploring your options.” You snickered, furrowing your brows at him in faux disbelief.

“Happy early 18th though fuck face.” You snorted. “Couldn’t even let it marinate for a week before dropping out. That’s not fair, who’s gonna tie my shoes and kiss my boo-boo’s!” You guffawed, struggling to get the words out before erupting into snorts and sniggers.

“Stop it, stop it!” He laughed, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he turned a shade of flush pink. “Go find a boyfriend to do that.” He giggled.

Silence. And not the kind of haha shock value silence, slight hurt silence. Despite knowing each other for god knows how long, the topic of love and dating had never been visited. 

“Nahhh,” you began, clearing your throat and forcing a breathy chuckle. “I don’t think I’ll date anyone in college.”

Joost perked up a bit before furrowing his brows in confusion. “Okay.” He shrugged, rolling forward off his bed and stretching.

God, if there’s one thing Joost was, it was tall. You took a moment to say a prayer as his black hoodie rode up just a bit, appreciating the sliver of pale skin it revealed.

“You like pink right? Girls like pink?” He randomly chuckled, searching his dresser momentarily before holding a little blue box.

“You could’ve just asked if I liked pink.” You huffed, staring at what was clearly a jewelry box as he flopped back down on his bed. “But yes. I like pink.

“I got this a bit ago.” He shrugged, handing you the velvety box with his face buried in his pillow.

“Oh thank you!” You smiled, flopping on top of his back, causing him to let out a surprisingly girlish yelp.

You chuckled, opening the box impatiently to see what rest in its contents.

And it was absolutely gorgeous. A small little silver chain with a cute little flamingo pink heart charm. It seemed to glow and glimmer with each movement, the eye-grabbing crystal trapping the sunlight in its glassy confines of Aphrodite’s greatest gift.

Joost hoped somewhere deep in his mind that you’d keep the necklace forever. To never take it off or let go just as he couldn’t let go of you.

“This is so pretty! Thank you!” You beamed, immediately standing up to dart to the mirror in an attempt to don the necklace. You fidgeted with the difficult chain, trying and failing to clip the little loop.

You sighed, turning back over to Joost, who was now hanging off his bed and probably watching Vine.

“Joost.”

“Ja, man?”

“Can you help?”

“Mhmm, hold on.”He hummed, giggling at his phone like a child as his phone said something about road work ahead.

He pulled himself together before slowly peeling himself out of his bed again, making his way over towards you in the mirror.

“I don’t know how I am supposed to do this.” He giggled, taking the small clasp from your hands. His fingers brushed against yours momentarily, sending small sparks down your spine.

You watch as he squinted in the mirror, bending his knees a little so he wouldn’t have to break his spine. He was trying his best. You could see it in the way his eyes completely zoned in on the small pieces of silver, carefully clipping it together.

You smiled, adjusting the necklace a little bit in the mirror. It wasn’t short enough to be a choker, but was long enough to rest right in the center of your collarbone.

“Thank you!” You chimed, staring at the pretty necklace in the mirror.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t tense.

It was layered. A wave of emotions and whispers taunting at your senses just beyond your reach.

You leaned back a little, flopping against Joost as you smiled up at him gently. “I’m gonna miss you, man.” You huffed, pulling his hoodie strings abruptly to try and distract from the distant but noticeable pining.

“I’ll miss you too,” he chuckled, placing his entire hand over your face and squishing it slightly before yelping.

“EW DON’T LICK MY HAND!” He squealed, backing away and wiping his palm on his hoodie. “You don’t know WHERE hands have been!” He grimaced, fake gagging and shaking his head at you.

“The fuck does that mean, you don’t leave your house.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes. 

“Still! Not good!” He half-scolded, going bright red in the face. “I was gonna say I’ll miss you but I need to give you away” he giggled.

“Oh hush” You quipped, rolling your eyes at him. “You’ll start blowing up my phone when you see it on Snapchat and not hear it from me.” You giggled, lying down on the fuzzy cream-colored carpet.

“Don’t do that…” He murmured, tilting his head to the side as he smiled at you. “I’ll drive there if I find out some jackass is taking you to parties.”

“Ew, no!” You gagged. “I’d rather die than date some…blonde frat boy.” You huffed. 

“Ouch.” He giggled, placing a hand over his heart and pretending to dramatically collapse, now sitting next to you on the floor. 

“I swear to god one day I’m gonna sell you.” You muttered, widening your eyes at him.

“You wouldn’t date me? Really?” He asked, giving you a smug but boyish smile.

“Friends don’t ask each other shit like that, Joost.” You chuckled.

“You ask your other friends all the time! Like Ana, Lizzie, Fle-“

“Those are girls. That’s normal, they’re my friends.” 

“I’m your friend, too!”

“It’s different. You’re my only GUY friend.” You clarified, turning over a little so you faced his direction.

He rolled his eyes, looking down at you. “We are too close for you to act like that.” He huffed.

“I think I’d date you…” you murmured, nodding hesitantly as you scanned hi a face over. “You’re very pretty.”

He smiled, a gorgeous shade of rose painting his cheeks for a brief moment before he nodded.

“I’m gonna take a nap.” He stated, making his way back over to his bed and lying down.

“Oh bet, move.” You blurted, immediately flopping down next to him. “Nap time!!”

You wasted no time in getting comfortable beside him, wrapping your arms around his torso while he leaned his head on top of yours.

“You’re really cold…” Joost mumbled, resting his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. “Are you anemic?”

“No, you blonde himbo.” You huffed. “Your room is fucking freezing if you haven’t noticed.”

“Ehhh, it’s not that cold.” He shrugged from the comfort of his thick black hoodie and blue pajama pants.

“I should bite you.”

“Please no, be kind.”

You giggled, watching Joost’s screen as he began to play around with his phone. He scrolled through Instagram, chatting back and forth with his YouTuber friends.

“Joost.”

“Ja, man?”

“What are you gonna do when I leave for college? Are you still gonna do the YouTube thing?” You asked, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Nah, I will do something else.” He shrugged. “I think I will do something with music. I’m just not sure what yet.” He murmured, looking away from his phone briefly. 

“Ooh, good luck! I believe in you!” You smiled, giving him a small squeeze.

“You should come to my future shows!” He beamed, immediately latching onto the idea like a magnet. He could see you backstage, separated from the crowd for your own safety (or because he’d go home if you even got slightly jostled,) while he lived out his dreams.

He thought it was a dream come true. But it made him so fucking sick.

He dreaded the day you’d call him and tell him about a new love interest or an encounter you had with another man that left you a giddy mess. The idea of you standing backstage, watching from the eyes of a friend and nothing more ate him alive.

“Oooh, like Coachella! For sure.” You nodded. “I think college is flexible with that type of shit.”

“I think so. Or you could just stay with me and not go.” He smiled.

“Harr-de-har. No. I need my education.” You chuckled. “But you’re more than welcome to cover some student debt!”

“You wouldn’t have debt if you stayed with meeee..” he mumbled, tossing his phone somewhere before wrapping both arms around you, immediately engulfing you in a hug.

“What am I gonna do without my best friend…” he grunted.

“I dunno maybe get some bitches,” you giggled. “Explore. Breathe some air that’s not mine?” 

“Nah, that’s wack.” He stated. “Why breathe air when I can breathe yours? Besties share.”

“Can we share some personal space?” 

“No.”

“Okay.”

You sat in silence for a few minutes. Or maybe hours. Time seemed to warp and twist when you were with Joost, and you never seemed to mind.

Eventually it was time to say goodbye, and for a good while too. You cried a bit, of course. But only a little.

“I’ll come and see you whenever I can, I swear…” you sniffled, wiping your eyes gently as you waved to Joost.

“Don’t cry, I’ll come see you when I get rich.” He reassured, giving you a cozy hug. “I’ll miss you so much!”

You nodded, reciprocating the hug before he lifted you up off the ground. 

And as days passed and you spent more time in college, you remained in contact to the best of your ability. Frequent FaceTimes, Facebook messages, and daily calls.

But the more you talked to other boys, you found yourself disappointed again and again. Every single time, you would silently ponder how Joost would never do something or say something like that. 

Seasons passed and time flew by. Two years of your life slipping through your fingers. But on the bright side, you could finally fly back to the Netherlands to see your best friend!

He had dropped a song about…Bitches, oddly enough. Which made you chuckle.

Your pink and furry Ugg boots crunched in the snow as you trekked your way to Joost’s new house. You were glad he found a permanent place to get situated, and every fiber of your being was so proud of him.

Nursing had been so very fucking hard, all you wanted to do was crash on Joost’s bed and take a nap with him. Just like old times.

You knocked on the door, a huge grin on your face as you patiently waited on the other side.

Joost lifted a brow, confused at the unexpected knock. He threw open the door, instantly grimacing at the undead frost of December. And then he looked down.

His face lit up almost immediately, his eyes crinkling with joy as his jaw hung open with pure excitement.

“AGOEIE!! HELLOOOOO, I’VE MISSED YOU!” He shouted, giving you no time to react as he threw his arms around you and snatched you away from the cold.

“Hey!” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his torso. “I missed you too!” 

He smiled, placing you back down on the floor and patting your head. “How is nursing? You look tired.”

You sighed, shrugging off your furry coat and hanging it up on the coat hanger. “You don’t even know.” You sighed, taking in the surprisingly neatly decorated home. “I didn’t know you could do minimalism.”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling softly. “It’s a cover up.” He shrugged. “Game room is better.”

“I felt like you’d have a game room.” You nodded. “You still collect those figurines and things right? I brought you back some Funko Pops!” You beamed.

You fidgeting with your tote bag, pulling out Po, Q Bert, and Kirby Funko pops. “I feel like you’d like these…” you nodded.

He giggled like a child at the Kirby and Q-Bert toys, immediately hugging them close to his chest. “Thank you!” He beamed.

“You’re very welcome!” You smiled, getting comfortable on his couch almost immediately.

You talked for hours, following him around the house as he proudly showed off every room. He showed you his now massive collection of action figures, video game posters, and even some arcade machines. Because why not.

“This is so dope! I love that you got a lil collectors room, I’m so proud” You smiled, watching as he put the Funko Pops on display.

He blushed, giving you a grateful smile. “Thank you!”

“Do you want food, by the way? I’m gonna order.” He asked, making his way back to the living room.

You followed behind him, settling down on the couch, watching his screen intently. “Yeah I kinda want pasta…” you murmured.

“You always do that, oh my goddddd” he giggled.

“Do what?” You asked.

“Stalk my phone” 

“OUR. Phone. We are one” You snickered.

“Ja, man, totally.” He laughed, leaning closer to you so you could see his phone. “Is this what you needed?” He teased, bringing the phone closer to your face.

“Yes, totally. This is so perfect.” You giggled, his phone so close to your face you could feel the warmth of the screen.

He giggled alongside of you, ordering pasta for you and probably something with steak for him.

“So how is school!” He asked, smiling sweetly.

“I’ve never felt so fucking exhausted.” You sighed, fixing the necklace around your neck so the pretty heart charm was no longer backwards. “I’ve basically been doing nurse assistant work.” You frowned.

“It’s okay,” he nodded. “You’ll just be more ready when you become an official nurse.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” You nodded. 

“It will be okay, just keep going!” He smiled.

His optimism seemed to be a gift from whatever god sat upstairs. After everything he had been through, he could pull himself together and assure himself that everything would be ok. Year after year, day after day.

You smiled at him, leaning your head on his shoulder gently as you curled up on the couch. “I love your positivity…You should give it to me.” You chuckled.

“You should work on affirmations!” He beamed, pulling you over into his lap and resting his head on yours. “They work for me.”

“I tried them, maybe I wasn’t consistent enough.” You shrugged.

“That’s ok, they’re not for everybody.” He smiled.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his torso lovingly as you used his body heat for shameless comfort.

“So how was it? You find anyone?” Joost asked, poking at your face.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes at his sudden interest in your love life.

“No, Joost, you would have been told before. Plus the men at my school are literal dicks. It’s either a misogynistic himbo or someone I am just not attracted to.” You shrugged.

“And I’m fine with that, I don’t have to have love right now,” you chattered, letting Joost fuck around with your hair as he listened to you intently.

“But nursing and college in general has forced me to be soooooo much more vocal” You added on, having experienced the borderline unnecessary amount of communication you had to do with all your classmates for notes, homework, and much more.

Joost giggled quietly before instantly composing himself, trying his best to hold a neutral face.

“What…?”

“Nothing nothing.”

“No, Joost, what is it?” You groaned, staring at him to see what could possibly be so funny.

“I just can’t imagine you being…vocal.” He snickered.

“What does that even mean, Joost.”

“Nothing, nothing.” He smiled, shaking his head to get back in line. “It’s ok, you have me. You don’t need a boyfriend”

You furrowed your brows a bit, cocking your head back slightly at his words. “Weird flex, but ok..”

“What? You don’t.” He beamed, squishing up your face in his hands gently.

“Gross, you’re so clingy…I haven’t been gone that long,” you chortled, voice muffled and squished now that Joost had your face practically scrunched up in his palms.

“It’s literally been 2 years…plus I missed you.” He shrugged.

You smiled at him sweetly, as a warm, burning sensation overtook your cheeks for the first time in forever. Joost had always felt like home; something you could run to for comfort when shit got rough.

He stood tall like a pillar, shielding you from the burning hot sun and keeping you away from the negatives of adulthood that constantly loomed over you. He was your landmark—, you’d always know exactly which direction to go when in need of affection.

It was so bittersweet that you could almost hear the the thin, paper wrapper of your heart rip whenever you got too close, scrunching up your face at the sudden citrusy love that overcame you.

But when the feelings all mulled over, you were left with that sweet, sweet sugar that you fell addicted to time and time again.

And as Joost’s fingers twirled and toyed with the silver chain around your neck he could pinpoint from any angle of the world, he had only one question on his mind.

“I know you slammed me for asking this years ago…” he practically whispered. “But would you still date me?”

“Is this you actually asking…orrrr..?”

“…maybe.”

“Of course I would.”

[sailorrhansol]

Still Watching? | l.c (m)

❀ Pairing: Lee Chan x f. Reader 

❀ Summary: Blood and Popcorn with your newly minted boyfriend is your favorite. Except now you watch a lot less Buffy and a lot more of Chan. 

❀ Word Count: 2,153

❀ Genre: Established Relationship, PWP

❀ Type: Smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: Shameless pwp, explicit language, explicit sexual content including nipple play, vaginal fingering, a little bit of teasing/edging, cheesy banter. 

❀ A/N: I am writing this as penance to @daechwitatamic to hold her over while I work on things that are not Lee Chan!! 

❀ A/N 2: This is the same couple from Blood & Popcorn but you do not need to read the first story to read this one :) 

❀ Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All members of Seventeen are faces and name claims for stories. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. Seventeen members are not Seventeen culturally, intellectually, physically, or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.

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“Honestly, it is so obvious this show was written by a man,” You mutter, watching as Buffy yells at Zander. “He wants to be a hero for her soooo bad.”

“Xander is the worst,” Chan sighs. You rise and fall with his chest, your back pressed against his front where you lay against him. His knees cage you in on either side of your hips, your ass planted firmly between his legs with his arms around your middle, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “He really thinks he should win the girl just because he’s a nice guy.” 

“Truly, he has like… very few other qualities than being a nice guy.” 

He hums. “At least Spike knows he’s an asshole. It’s guys like Xander who think just because they’re not blatantly awful that it makes them dateable.” 

“A lot of guys think that.” 

“Mhmm. I’m a rare breed.” 

You crane your neck to look up at him. You can hear and feel the steady thud of his heart, smell the hint of aftershave and menthol from his shower earlier, feel the heat of his skin. It makes you a little dizzy and you unfocus on the screen, studying the gentle curve of Chan’s mouth. 

“You’re surely something,” you mutter in response, grinning a little as you look away toward the screen. His fingers slip under your shirt, skimming your waist. You suppress a shiver, suddenly hyper aware of the way his fingers scrape against you. 

“I’m a nice guy and I know that it takes more than being a decent human being to get the girl.”

“Oh yeah? Remember the time it took four years to confess your feelings to me? What do you know, Lee Chan?”

“Hmm. Data is insufficient. Need more evidence regarding that specific example.” 

For a moment, you’re unable to respond, lids fluttering as Chan continues to caress your lower stomach and hips. His touch is completely innocent, no suggestion that he intends anything. That he means anything. It’s a motion that is instinctual for him, so naturally to have his hands on you that it almost makes it worse. 

Just knowing how easy it is for him to love you never fails to surprise you. You don’t know how you never saw it before. 

Now it seems silly to have ever thought that Chan was anything less than in love with you. It’s in the way he naturally gravitates toward you in every room. It’s in the way he can be totally focused on something else, but his hand reaches out for you, not even really noticing that he’s seeking you out. It’s  in the way that you mold so perfectly into his chest, made to be there. 

“You don’t know your own data?” you shoot back eventually, snuggling a little closer to him. If you could crawl into his hoodie, you would. For now, this is fine. “Seems like you don’t know much.” 

“Hmm?” His fingers stop moving. You feel the question hum against you. “I don’t know much?” 

“Nope.”

Your heart starts to pick up. Chan’s fingers start stroking your skin again but you feel the difference. His blunt nails scrape across your skin, raising goosebumps on your arms. He skims his hands higher and back down, touch light over your ribs. Every time his fingers dance up your side, his reach goes a little higher. 

A tightness forms in your throat. You try to keep your breathing even and will yourself not to squeeze your thighs. You are pressed too close to him for him not to tell if you squirm. Chewing your lip, you stare at the screen totally unseeing. 

“Hm.” Chan’s deep hum hints at trouble. You feel your hands get clammy. “I think I know some things. Like for example…” He trails off for a moment, hand brushing under your left breast. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, fighting a twitch. “I know that your favorite color on me is green.” 

“Green is a good color on anyone.”

“I know that you like the feeling…” His hand skates low this time, fingers dancing dangerously against the waistband of your shorts. “Of high thread count sheets.”

You snort. “Everyone likes good sheets, Chan.” 

“Good sheets are important,” he agrees. You feel him trace his pointer finger back up with deadly accuracy, following the swell of your breast upward, skating so close to your nipple that you stop breathing. “Everything alright? You stopped breathing.”

“What?” you squeak. “Oh, yep. I am great.” 

“I don’t know, baby. Are you feeling well? You seem… warm.”

Chan presses his palm flat to your chest, fingers splayed wide. His palm is warm and rough, his touch igniting a fire inside of you. The heat spreads outward, licking at every one of your nerves and setting them ablaze. 

In an effort to ignore him, you lick your lips and say, “Never felt better. I like her boots.” 

His chuckle is low. Throaty. You’re barely holding it together, feeling the ache between your thighs at the firmness of his touch. “See, I don’t know a lot about women’s fashion. But I do know those are not boots. Just like I know you’re not paying attention to the show, Bambi.”

You blink and stare at the TV. Chan’s right. Buffy is in sneakers, though in your unfocused haze they had been blurry and looked like boots from a distance. You swallow down the dryness in your throat, Chan’s hand still pressed flat and warm against your chest. 

“I know that your heart is pounding,” Chan murmurs, voice barely audible as he presses his mouth by your ear. Your eyes flutter shut. “I know that you’re trying really hard not to squeeze those thighs.” 

“You can’t possibly know that.” 

To prove his statement true, Chan’s thumb brushes upward, skating gently over a nipple. On command, your thighs squeeze and you feel the shake of his laughter behind you. 

“I know everything about you, Bambi.” His voice brushes against you like his soft touch. You melt, feeling your weight sink into him further. “I know that you don’t share your food with anyone but me. I know that your favorite episode of Buffy is Hush. I know that you think Buffy should end up with Spike. I know that you are probably soaked right now because being caressed drives you crazy.” 

“Insufficient data,” you breathe. “I recommend research.” 

“You know what? Agreed.” 

Chan moves fast. His hand moves from your chest to between your legs, hands slipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties before you can blink. Your lips part, a breathy noise escaping you as Chan drags a slow finger up your sticky folds. 

“What do you know,” he observes. His fingers idly trail up and down your slit, making you twitch against him. “I was right. Do I win anything?” 

“I thought you said nice guys shouldn’t just win the girl.” 

Chan presses his fingers firmly to your clit, a ripple of pleasure ebbing through you. Your hips lift off the couch slightly but he pushes you back down into his lap, other hand looping around your waist to lock you to him. “Maybe I’m not that nice.”

Slowly, he starts to retract his hand. You whimper, both of your hands shooting to grab the wrist belonging to the hand between your legs. He pauses, fingers pressed between your folds. “You are nice!” 

“Oh?”

“Very nice. You’re my very nice, very sweet boyfriend.” 

“I see.” 

He doesn’t move his hand at all. The space is filled with the low hum of Buffy fighting vampires, the blue flash of the screen falling against your silhouettes, body to body as he holds you tight. You try to get control of your racing heart, but that’s never been easy around Chan.

He knows it.  

“Maybe you know some things,” you admit slowly. “Maybe I was wrong.”

Chan’s resounding chuckle is dangerous, but he slides his hand back down. You loosen your grip on his wrist but keep your hands resting on his forearm, feeling the muscle flex under your fingertips as his fingers resume their debauched exploration. 

“See, that’s another thing I know. I know you hate being wrong, so if you’re wrong… it was because you were doing so intentionally.”

His words fall on unlistening ears. You’re too worked up by the simple way he plays you, too focused on the way his fingers gently circle your clit, the perfect stimulation. Too distracted by the way he dips his head down to sweep his mouth across your throat in open-mouthed kisses. 

“I know you’re… not listening.” He stops and you let out a strangled sound, nails digging into his arms. He presses a wet kiss to your pulse point. “Didn’t think so.”

“Chan.” 

“Hmm?”

“Please don’t tease me.”

“Why not? You were teasing me.” 

You pout. He can’t see it, but you know he knows it’s there. “I like to tease you. I have to keep you humble.” 

A long moan slips from your lips and you tilt your head back to Chan’s shoulder when he presses a finger into your aching cunt. You feel yourself twitch around him, hips swiveling for more friction. 

“Humble? How are you ever going to keep me humble when this pussy gets this wet after I’ve barely touched you?”

Well that’s true. You don’t care, though, turning boneless as Chan strokes you with his fingers properly. It feels so good. Only he knows how to touch you like this, familiar with every button to press and every contour to mold to. 

Heat flushes your neck. Chan presses his lips against your cheek, working your cunt with his fingers as he holds you steadfast. It feels like you might suffocate, totally trapped against him. His skin and breath are hot against you, the air thick. He breathes out a groan when your hips buck upward, Chan dropping all pretext of teasing you.

“Like that,” he breathes, heavy. “Do it exactly how you like it.”

Another finger drives you wild. You fumble over his name, squeezing your eyes shut and meeting the quick strokes of his hand. His palm presses firmly against your clit, letting you grind yourself against him for the extra stimulation. 

You burn up. Briefly you wonder if this flash of euphoric heat is what Icarus felt before the fall. The thought is chased away from the intense pressure in your stomach as Chan presses up against that spot inside you, making stars burst behind your eyes.

“Wait - I’m gonna come in my shorts,” you whine, realizing you still have them on. “Chaaaan.”

“So come in them,” he says simply. “Research has revealed that you have a washer and dryer down the hall, baby. Go ahead.” 

“Fuuuuck.” 

“Come for me. I know you want to.” 

You do want to. A moment of static builds up, your thighs squeezing around his hand so hard he can’t move and then you’re coming around his fingers, your nails biting into the skin of his wrist. His grip across your waist is like iron, holding you to him as you come undone. 

Chan’s mouth presses gentle kisses on your jaw, muttering soft I love yous and fuck yeahs against your burning skin. The burning doesn’t stop, your body flushed with heat as you sink away from your orgasm, turning to molten metal and melting into his hold. 

He leaves you like that for a few minutes, thighs shaking around the hand still shoved between your legs, fingers pressed deep inside of you. It feels intimate, and you crane your neck, driven by the desire to kiss him. Chan’s lips are already there because he knew you would want his lips against yours. 

Just like he knows everything about you. 

Chan’s lips are soft and gentle. His tongue brushes against yours in a slow dance and you lean up into him more, desperate for him. He laughs into the kiss, letting you have your way until you’re panting, sweaty and out of breath again. 

You sag, head on his shoulder as you pant. “Your fingers are still in me.”

“Mhm.” He presses them in harshly, making you jolt. It earns a deep laugh from him. “Maybe we should call this Popcorn & Pussy instead. We’ve barely gotten through a full night of episodes since we started dating.”

“Are you aware you make the worst jokes?” You open your eyes and glance at the screen, only to find that the show has paused between episodes, asking if you’re still watching and if you want to continue. “Are you still watching? No, Buffy. I’m not.”

“No problem.” Chan pulls his hand from between your legs, the wet squelch making you whimper. “I have something else you can watch.” 

“Oh?” 

Chan kisses your temple sweetly before getting up, letting you fall back against the couch while he kneels on the couch and pulls your legs toward his face. You inhale deeply, watching as he looks up through long lashes, a smirk on his face. “Still watching, Bambi?” 

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╰┈➤ smut prompts - 198. “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

ft. eren/fem!reader cw. unedited, not proofread, established relationship, joke usage of the name "daddy", distracted driving, explicit sexual content (road head, blowjob, choking, face-fucking, cum swallowing), explicit language. 2,045 words.

meeting eren’s parents went better than you were expecting.

after he had spent months telling you about how overbearing his mother was and how rude his father was, you were expecting the worst. but then eren brought you to meet them and you realized that they were just... normal parents.

“you should call your mom more often,” you scold, closing the door behind you as you settle into the front seat of his car. “she’s really sweet.”

“i can’t believe you’re siding with her,” eren groans, thumbing the ignition before looking over at you with a pout. “she treats me like a little kid.”

“you act like a little kid when you’re with her,” you tease. you reach up to pinch his cheeks and his brows furrow in annoyance but you watch a small smile form on his face.

“i’m glad you like them.”

“i’m glad they like me.”

he laughs, reaching across the centre console to squeeze your leg. “of course they like you.”

he shifts his hand to the backrest of your seat as he twists his body backward, slowly backing out of his parents’ driveway and onto the road. you relax back into your seat, settling yourself in for a long ride back.

“are you sure you don’t just want to stay the night?” you ask for the hundredth time tonight.

“i’d rather be at home,” eren responds.

you roll your eyes before letting them fall shut as eren turns up the music slightly in the car. "it's such a long drive and it's already so late," you whine.

"go to sleep, princess," he coos. despite his sweet words, you know he's teasing you. "let daddy take you home while you rest, ok?"

"you gonna carry me inside when i fall asleep in the car, too?" you ask, cracking an eye open to peek at him.

"fuck that," he snorts, but you know he will.

---

you wake up from your nap to the sound of eren humming along to the song playing in the car. you groan a little as you start to rouse, blinking your eyes open and looking to the dash for the time.

"still got a ways to go," eren explains, tapping his index finger on the steering wheel to the beat of the song. "go back to sleep."

you audibly pout, shifting a little in your seat as you turn to face him.

you're still shaking the sleepy haze from your mind as you blink up at your boyfriend.

your boyfriend! even after all this time, you can hardly believe that you and eren are together.

what started as friendly teasing in class quickly turned to making out in the library when you two were supposed to be studying, cheering him on in the stands at every one of his games, and him keeping a few of your favourite stuffed toys at his house.

you smile at the memories, biting your lip as you look at him. his eyes are focused on the road and his face is lightly illuminated by the streetlights as you pass them.

you look at the slope of his nose, the sharp cut of his jaw, and the little whisps of hair at the back of his neck that he missed when he tied his hair up.

"hey, that tickles," he whines, scrunching his ear against his shoulder as you reach out to touch the hair.

"whoops," you say, still dreamy. "sorry."

he glances over at you from the corner of his eye before quickly returning his attention to the road. "what's with the face? what are you thinking about?"

"us."

"what about us?" he sounds a little worried, so you answer quickly.

"i was just thinking about the start of our relationship," you explain. "thinking about how cute we were in the beginning."

"and now you've met my parents," he snorts, but he's biting back a smile. "who knew."

"who knew," you repeat wistfully, gently scratching his bicep with your nails.

he swats you hand away with a grumble. "cut it out, i'm trying to concentrate," he says and you frown.

"there's nobody for miles."

"i still need to pay attention to the road."

"when's the last time you saw another car?"

"dunno," he says with a lazy shrug.

you glance out the front window to see the dark road and then shift to look out the back window. there doesn't seem to be anyone out of the road tonight, but that isn't surprising. the drive out to eren's parent's house is relatively secluded and you and eren live together on the outside of town.

you figure that you'll probably go this whole drive without seeing another person.

the thought sparks an idea into your head that has you grinning wildly.

"what?" eren groans, noticing your obvious excitement despite his attention being on the road.

"nothing," you coo, but you're shifting in your seat to fully face him.

he glances at you from the corner of his eye, hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as he eyes you carefully.

you run a tongue across your lower lip before leaning forward over the centre console of the car, pressing your palm onto his thigh.

"what are you doing?" he asks, body oddly still -- tense.

you gently start to run your hand up and down his thigh, inching your hand higher and higher to the crotch of his pants, and when you finally palm at his cock, he responds with a low groan.

"we're not gonna be home for another hour," he says, but his thighs fall open to give you more space and you can feel him hardening under your touch.

"that's ok," you hum, stroking him gently through his jeans as you feel his cock lengthening and stiffening from your actions. it makes you giddy to know that you have such an effect on him.

"i can't concentrate with a boner."

"i'll help."

"you'll -- what?"

his annoyance quickly turns to bewilderment as you reach for his belt with both hands, gently unclasping the buckle before working on undoing his pants.

"what are you -- oh fuck."

you can hear the leather of the steering wheel move against his palms when you pull his cock from his pants, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as you squeeze his length in your hands.

eren shifts in his seat, giving you more access and accidentally lurching the car forward as his foot presses on the gas, but he quickly pulls himself back under control.

"what are you doing?" he asks through clenched teeth as you pump your fist along his cock.

he's already so hard and dripping precum and the feeling of him throbbing against your hand is making you press your thighs together in your seat.

"i've never given you road head before," you say.

"no," he gulps, "you haven't."

"thought i'd give it a shot."

"holy fuck," he groans, reaching out with one hand to grab the back of your neck as you position yourself better in your seat. "that's really fucking hot."

he squeezes the nape of your neck in his hand as you loom over his lap, mouth-watering already as you imagine the feeling of him on your tongue.

you lick your lips in anticipation, watching him leak onto your hand as his hips buck up into your hand. he's already so eager -- so impatient.

"i never thought i'd ever hear you say something like that," he groans, guiding your face down into his lap. "come on -- fuck -- don't make me wait."

you press your tongue flat against the head of his cock, and with your face in his lap, you can only hear the way his head slams back into the headrest of his seat. his reaction makes you smile as you lap at his slit, cleaning off the spilled precum and swirling your tongue around the tip.

eren urges you lower and you wrap your lips around him. he groans from deep in his chest as you envelop him in the warm wetness of your mouth. you gently suck on his tip, feeling another salty bead of precum as you start to bob softly along the ridge of his cock.

"fuck," he hisses, and he sounds so wrecked already that you're a little bit concerned about his ability to drive the car -- but with how he's already acting, you know this will be over soon.

"come on, baby -- more, more," he whines, hips bucking up off the seat, and you have to press a firm hand on his thigh to hold him down. as you do, he uses his grip on your neck to guide you up and down along his length, sinking your mouth further onto his cock.

eren's hand shifts from your neck to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and using it to help guide you along his length. he groans above you, forcing you down onto his cock as you choke around him.

"fuck, that's it," he grunts as you spill drool down the sides of his dick. "make it nice and messy, baby -- show me how bad you want it."

you take him fully into your throat with your nose pressed into his skin as you swallow his length. he's so big and thick in your throat as your body tries to resist it, choking and coughing around him despite how he holds you down.

with a throaty groan he pulls you off of him completely. you gasp for air as his cock springs from you mouth, trailing strings of spit between the two of you as you feel burning in your eyes.

you grab the base of his cock, guiding him back towards you as you take him into his mouth again and he stutters out your name.

you feel both of his hands cradling the back of your head as his hips buck up into your face, roughly fucking your throat as he chases his high.

"come on, yeah," he grunts as his cock slides against your tongue. "fuck, you're gonna make me cum -- come on, baby -- take it."

he holds you down in his lap, cock buried down your throat as he cums. you can feel each pulse and twitch of his cock as he spills cum down your throat and you struggle to hold yourself back from choking as your eyes water.

when his grip relaxes, you lift up in a panic, looking around the car, "eren!" you yell, expecting to see the car hurtling forward into a ditch, but then you quickly realize that the vehicle is parked.

eren is still in a daze from his orgasm, panting as he lies collapsed against the chair, his arm thrown across his forehead. "what?" he hums.

"when did you pull over?"

"dunno," he says unhelpfully and you frown.

you wipe away the mess on your face with your hands -- the tears, the cum, the spit -- and take another look around at the empty road. there's still nobody in sight.

with a dramatic sigh, eren brings his hands back into his lap, tucking himself back into his underwear as he rolls his tongue against his cheek. "fuck, babe -- that was something."

you roll your eyes when he grins at you, bringing a hand up to grab your face. "my turn?" he asks.

"we've gotta get home," you remind him, but you're squirming in your seat to help sate the throbbing between your thighs.

"i can drive with one hand," he coos as you sit back in your chair.

he shifts the car back into drive and pulls back onto the road from where he parked, picking up speed with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.

"spread your legs for me, baby," he says, inching his hand up and under your dress. "let's see how many times i can make you cum before we get home."

he takes a moment to glance over at you with a shit-eating grin as he says, "aren't you glad we didn't stay at my parent's?"

"please don't talk about your parents when you have your fingers inside of me, eren."

[etoilesbienne]

re: boundaries

I've made many posts previously on this subject already, so people are already aware of my stance regarding disliking the way "boundaries" as a concept are used by the mcyt fandom, however I want to have a brief meditation on why this is the case, and a look at common arguments about them.

however i do want to make clear that i don't mind boundaries as a concept, actual boundaries. as in "if you do x, i will respond with y" kinds of boundaries. I think cc are completely fair and understandable in this kind of perspective. if someone makes a kind of content they dislike, they're free to block that fan or express discomfort over it. That's normal.

my critical eye is turned toward the fandom's perception of "boundaries" as a sort of fandom ruleset, either you follow them with the in-group, or you're thrown in the out-group and labelled all sorts of insults, anywhere from a criminal offender to just having people be plain nasty toward you. this in my opinion, really feeds into the fandom habit of having "cliques" as fandoms are social networks that are voluntarily joined. i find it juvenile at best.

at worst, on the other hand, is the concept of mcyt having mixed in kpop stan culture around 2019 with smplive (great server. horrific fandom at the time it was run. all of the smplive fans still left are veterans worthy of respect for surviving that.), which caused a very explosive mixture.

kpop fandom has this outlook and parasociality toward idols because these idols are borderline unreachable. even in smaller groups, companies generally (not always.) discourage idols from talking one-on-one selectively with fans. there deserves to be a more thorough examination of kpop fandom with stan culture, that i believe i am not fully qualified for. my point is that kpop idols are a hell of a lot harder to reach for english fans, whether through language barrier or through professionality done by companies.

the explosive mixture is bringing this same mentality - the mentality that these people you look toward as the main source of the fandom as being untouchable, perfect people. it's dehumanizing in its own right, but aside from that, it creates a dangerous fandom situation. as best shown using smplive with CallMeCarson from before.

CMC is the origin point of boundaries within the MCYT fandom, having held a live in fall of 2019 talking about how a popular danganronpa themed wattpad smplive fanfiction was upsetting for him to read. CMC had an intense fanbase that could and would look up to him no matter what. of course the fanbase would go after and harass this author off of the internet and deleting their work (which remained lost media until this January of 2024. Almost half a decade.) after this situation, only months later it comes out that CMC had in fact been manipulating women aged 17 to early 20s, into sexual dms and sending him explicit photos of themselves for around a year. i am of the opinion CMC would have done this behavior regardless, however, the fact he had access to so many women who put him on a pedestal without considering he could exploit them was exacerbated by the stan culture mentality of mcyt's fandom at the time. this is not a criticism of the women, it is a criticism of the fandom culture of the time for failing to treat carson as a human being who had every capability to treat people like this.

no cc is exempt from that mentality by the fandom. carson knowingly used his position within the fandom to make the choice to do that to those girls. no cc should be exempt from the real possibility of the consideration that they can fuck up, not always in the way that they necessarily need to be cancelled or deplatformed, carson is an extreme example that is absolutely not representative of cc as a whole, but there needs to be a healthy level of doubt and separation between creators and fans.

to reiterate: cc are not your friends. cc do not need you to speak for them. you do not know these people personally. to present your defense of them and their personal opinions like you spoke to them directly and are close friends is dangerous, both for yourself, and for other fans in the community.

everything i have listed is why i always will be critical toward any fan group or clique that presents themselves as being pillars of the community, and why i am critical of any page or resource that tries to list "boundaries" as hard fast rules to be self policed by the fandom. not only is that punitive mentality, it's careless and poor understanding of how communities at large work.

i don't think a "boundaries" list is necessarily a bad idea in the long run either, if these lists were, like, compilations of streamers' twitch chat rules, that'd be cool! but generally these lists lack any nuance of why and where some boundaries may apply. like a ton of streamers hate ships being spammed in chat, but could give less of a fuck about people making ship fanart. or like wouldn't care as long as the ship art isn't put in their main tag.

as well as the general ignoring of regular boundaries, we all remember the horror show of people dono-ing to cc in 2020-22 asking for their boundaries right? like just so we're explicitly clear, walking up to someone and asking what someone's opinion of making adult content of them is very much sexual harassment. that's objectively something fans should not be asking to cc. if they want to say something, they can speak up on their own. they do not need your prompting. if you wouldn't ask it to your boss in an office, don't ask cc it. tangentially related is the ignoring of boundaries based on disliking fans harassing each other or other cc. those boundaries never get to be prioritized for a reason, as those behaviors feed into the stan culture mentality of pitting sources against each other in fan wars.

parasociality and stan culture turn mcyt fandom into a power vacuum where fans who like to self-police to a dangerous extent try to take charge. this makes the fandom worse.

[salimanderwrites]

Pro-hero!Bakugo x Bimbo secretary!reader

Minors DNI!!! No age in bio and you get blocked

Word count: 5.4k

Content: Boss x employee, Reader is both a bimbo and a bit of a perv, Bakugo is soft for reader and a soft dom, lots of consent and fluff, head pats as a kind of love language,  f and m masturbation, imagined freeuse scenario, imagined exhibition, phone sex, exchanging fantasies (office sex, possessiveness, blowjob, eating reader out), actual sex, praise, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, brief pain from sex

Author’s note: Good to be back. Also this is looking like one of the shorter piece I plan on posting this summer.

Kirishima hires you for Bakugo since you’re so nice and sweet. Both as a little prank, but also to help his friend’s brutish image. You show up bright and early, bring flowers for Bakugo’s office and for your desk just outside. Pink pens, a pink keyboard, and a fresh manicure. 

At first Bakugo was frustrated that there seemed to be nothing going on in your head. You couldn’t hold more than one task or you’d get confused. He catches you talking to friends on the phone, filing your nails, and chatting with anyone in the office. By any normal measure, you were a horrible employee. But you didn’t care. When you talked it was because you wanted to know people, listen to their problems. Sure, you forgot to send emails, didn’t make enough copies, and changed the filing system every other week. You brought baked goods for the employees at random intervals and whatever group went to lunch with you always came back late. 

“From now on, lunch with me.” He can’t keep having people come in late, so he takes it upon himself to limit your ability to influence them. Only then, it’s him who comes back fifteen minutes late. You were in the middle of a story or saw something in a window. You stop and look at every dog. The worst instance was when you dragged him to a cat cafe for thirty minutes. Well, he can’t deny that he always comes back refreshed. Started looking forward to his lunches and stopped in front of your desk just to find out the place you would take him to this time. 

Despite this and the ample time for you to settle into the work environment, you just couldn’t get the hang of it. Whenever Bakugo went to yell or scold you, you would pout and say, “I thought I got it right this time.” How could he stay mad? Instead he patted your head and asked you to get him water or coffee. Something you were all too eager to do. When you brought him his drink, you asked about patrols or missions giving Bakugo a chance to talk through them. Even voiced his concerns which he never did. You were happy to listen, only offering advice when he asked and leading him to feel more at ease, less fixated on his work. Yeah, he wasn’t letting you go.

It helped that everyone loved you. Every employee, every visitor could only fawn over Bakugo’s cute secretary. Though, he noticed no matter how many offered to take you on dates, you politely declined. 

As the months went by Bakugo learns how you operate. You stay by his side talking about anything and everything of interest to you. He looked forward to listening to you and keeping up with whatever caught your fancy. When he needs you to do something, he writes it out and when you come back to him smiling, he always rewards you. Normally, Bakugo takes you out for dinner or gets you a hot chocolate to drink at the office or for you to have an excuse to invite him into your apartment. 

What he loved most about you was that no matter what, you were there for him. You listened to his issues. When his anger got the better of him, you never took it to heart and instead stayed with him while he cooled down. You were happy to talk to him whether he responded or not, and you learned his tells, when he was tired or wanted the conversion to end. 

It was true you were no mathematician and maybe you weren’t that great of a secretary, but Bakugo couldn’t imagine his life or the office without you. 

After every mission he returned to the office, you at your desk, waiting against the soft glow of your computer playing some show. Bakugo has lost track of how many times he’s told you to go home after the work day ends, only to face another of your pouts. 

“I'm just taking care of you.” You’d say as if you didn’t know what that did to him. How your words haunted him during his ride home. While he warmed up dinner and then called you while he ate because he missed you. 

“You can’t do anything without me,” you’d tease. Jokingly he’d hang up and then immediately call back. Listening to your laugh when you picked up. 

“I sleep without you just fine.” He’d stab his food as he bitterly accepted that reality. 

“I guess that means it could be better,” you’d say and this was the part where one of you puts a stop to the conversation going further. “Goodnight, Katsuki. Counting sheep helps.” 

 Suffice to say he doesn’t count sheep. Fisting his cock or rutting against the mattress picturing your face screwed up in ecstasy. Moving his hips against a pillow, feeling the precum soil everything, but all he could think about was your perfect pussy taking him and you moaning for more until he was utterly exhausted, grinding out of sheer overstimulation. Afterwards, he’d chide himself for being so pathetic, for thinking about you that way. 

Not that you were any better. It should have been shameful, how you grind against your own pillows imagining it’s your boss’s face. You work yourself into a frenzy imagining catching him jerking off in his office and going to help. Or stuffing your fingers into your cunt thinking about having a quickie with Bakugo before he has a meeting with execs unaware you’d fucked their boss on that very table. 

Shame wasn’t exactly an emotion you felt. You loved work, really, everyone was so nice, but you also wouldn’t mind Bakugo keeping you away and all to himself. Of course, it’s your hormone-covered brain speaking, but you can’t help getting off to the thought of cockwarming Bakugo while he takes an important call. Him asking you to suck him off because he’s so stressed, and if it’s really bad, you think about him fucking you against his office door for anyone to hear. 

You walk into the office and see Bakugo waiting at your desk. Smiling dreamily and secretly thanking him for the way he turns you on. 

“Good morning, sir. Is there anything I can do for you?” You sit down at your desk, aware he has a full shot of your cleavage. You can’t help but lean closer as he speaks. He coughs a little and hurries his sentences along watching you slowly process the words and then drop your arms in defeat. 

“What?” You say too loudly. A whole week? He was going to be away for a whole week? 

You fumble for a way to recover. To pull out a flirty remark or ask for him to clarify again. Anything to keep yourself from looking like an emotional mess, especially in front of Bakugo. “But…can I come with you?” You ask hopeful, but that hope shrivels up as Bakugo lets out a sigh. He pats your head and it’s the final straw before a silent tear slips out. 

Yes, you were a horny mess, but only because you did really care about Bakugo. He always let you speak and actually took what you were saying seriously. If you mentioned a new restaurant Bakugo would take you that week. If there was a show you watched while you waited for him, he’d pull up a chair and watch the last thirty minutes with you. He never laughed when you made mistakes, he never complained when you got overwhelmed. And yes he petted your head like a dog, but it made you feel appreciated or at least you knew it was his way of saying he cared. He cared in the way of getting your throat lashes and tissues when you had a cold, keeping a blanket so you could bundle up while you waited, and always driving you home. Could anyone blame you for caring so much for him, for wanting to be the person Bakugo came to for everything. 

He hushes you while dabbing a tissue under your eye and the other hand holding your chin steady. 

“Won’t you need my help?” You ask again in a last ditch attempt to prevent being separated. He whispers your name.

“Of course, I need you. I just can’t take you this time,” he says. Bakugo gently caresses your cheek, going back to catch any stray tears. As always, you see not a trace of judgment. It’s the final push to make the confession.

“I need you too. I’ll miss-” You close your eyes and let out a short laugh. “Dammit, I can’t actually be having separation anxiety. You’re my boss. That would be so dumb.”

“You’re not dumb.” His tone was stern. Carefully, Bakugo looks around to make sure no one can overhear. “I’ll miss you too, so text me and I’ll call everyday if you want. Besides, I think we can at least call each other friends.” You can’t help but shoot out of your chair and go to give him a hug. He lets you, even returning it by rubbing your back in small circles. Once you pull away, you go back to your desk and Bakugo picks up his bag and prepares to head out. 

“Make sure to call. Everyday, Katsuki,” you say. He turns, smiles and walks out. 

He keeps his promise. Texts good morning and goodnight. Calls everyday. Texts at every meal. Your conversations weren’t about work. He told you about his childhood, the entitlement, the slap in the face when he realized he wasn’t what he had been propped up to be. He told you how much it hurt being small, the fear he had about never getting back to the person he promised to become. Realizing he didn’t want to be that anymore. You tell him about your own struggle growing up and always feeling lost, like you were stumbling in a desert storm. Like you were being kept away from a secret everyone else was in on. You told him how much you hated not understanding, being made fun of because of it. The worst was the painful awaking you would have when the niceness of others was a cheap attempt to get into your pants. 

“I guess after a while, I just started blocking it out. The stares and hands. It’s easier that way.” You told him through the phone. The clock showed the late hour, but neither of you have the strength to hang up.

“You didn’t deserve that. I’ve met a lot of people and you outshine them all.” You smile against your screen. 

“C’mon. You’re flattering me.” His heavy and tired chuckle hits you like a cool breeze on a summer day. Familiar and welcome.

“Nah, I’ve seen the way you make people feel at ease. Everyone wants to be around you, get a little bit of that light you have.” You don’t realize it when you fall asleep, but Bakugo stays listening to your breathing. Wishing more than anything he was there in person, holding you and soothing every doubt you’ve ever had. The desire burns him so hard, he has to calm the hole in his gut and with every ounce of strength, he ends the call. 

The next night you lay restless. Bakugo would’ve called by now, but he texted and told you he had a stupid work dinner running late. So instead you run back over what he told you last night. And your mind wanders to other things he’s said with his gravely and stern voice. The one time you wrote an entire report on your own and while Bakugo reviewed it, he patted your head and said “You did well. I should reward you, you deserve it.” His voice had been so low, but his touch was gentle. You wanted it, wanted even more. Running your hands down your body and hearing his rough cadence playing like a broken record. You wanted to show up in his hotel room wearing something red. Have Bakugo come back, see you and tear the fabric from your body. Your pussy throbbed with the idea of him picking you up, throwing you on the bed and having his way. 

Such a pretty pussy

So dumb for me aren’t you babygirl? Dumb for my cock

You whimper at your own unconscious desire, your fingers working your clit. The phone ringer interrupts. Fuck. You were so close. His name lights up and before you think about the situation you’re in, you answer.

“Katsuki.” You say, breathless. Sweat sticks to your skin, your pussy clenches around nothing and silently begs you to finish. He says your name, slightly alarmed.

“Everything okay?”

“Yea, yea. Why wouldn’t it be?” You respond, readjusting yourself. Bakugo waits for a beat.

“Are you with someone?” You don’t miss his seething. He thinks you’re cheating- or, wait- you can’t be cheating if you’re not together.

“No. I’m alone.” You say, still slightly out of breath and dazed from being so close to orgasm. The room was still dark and the setting made you feel exposed. Last night was intimate, an openness you cherished. Now, you were sinking into embarrassment with no lifeboat in sight. 

“It’s a little late to be working out, isn’t it.” He waits for your response, but you’re speechless. His tone was still grating and you weren’t used to anything resembling a scolding.

“I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” you say in defense, eyes welling up with tears.

“Then tell me what you were doing. I won’t be mad,” he says and you believe him. Shifting a little in your sitting position you cross your arms and mutter out.

“I was just missing you.” It’s high-pitched and a bit needy, enough for Bakugo to know exactly what he caught his little secretary in the middle of. For him. You were touching yourself to him. Bakugo thinks about getting on a plane right then and there. You need him, it’s like the elixir of life held just out of reach. He swears beneath his breath.

“Did you finish?” You hear him swallow. It made sense, this was crossing the invisible, but sturdy line. It was beyond his previous ‘friend’ statement. But you were tired of holding yourself away from Bakugo. 

“I tried, but I couldn’t,” You lay back down among your pillows. 

“Well, I guess we need to fix that. Don’t we, baby?” You whine in affirmation to his question. Shamelessly rubbing your legs together when Bakugo hums in thought. He chuckles and you hear him sit down somewhere. It reminds you that this was a two-way street and you wanted so bad to drive him down with you.

“Katsuki, I tried so hard, you know,” 

“Yea? Tell me about it. What did you think about?” You smile. Then you remember what you were thinking about and the expression drops. What if he thought you were too perverted? What if he hated what you got off on? “What’s wrong? Is it too much?”

“No, no.” You say hastily. “I think maybe I’ll be too much. I’m scared you’ll think I’m too dirty.” 

“I promise there’s nothing that will scare me off, but if you’re nervous just take it slow.” His words reassure you and momentarily you wonder if this was truly happening. “It’s happening. Tell me, baby, what do you imagine when you miss me?” His tone was teasing, but there was a simmer beneath it. Beckoning you to give away your secrets.

“The office. I imagine giving you another report I’ve messed up, but instead of how kind you always are… I imagine you angry. That you need to get it through my head, what I’m supposed to do for you.” It suddenly strikes you as a cliche, something he might have watched a thousand times, but his groan clears away your doubt. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” He says, “So what? You imagine me taking you over my leg and spanking you?” You shake your head, even though he can’t see.

“No, no. I’m a little scared of spanking. Instead you have me kneel by your desk and… um… you have me focus on stroking and sucking your dick.” You clamp your hand over your mouth and close your eyes as regret consumes you. Embarrassment and worst of all, fear that this was the end. He says your name, it’s so hoarse you almost miss it.

“I’m so fuckin’ hard right now. I’d sell my soul for you to be here and do just that. Suck my cock while I hold your hair, milk me for all my cum, would that be alright?” Your hand slips back down, fingers circling your clit. You hear Bakugo’s breathing pick up and figure he’s lost all rationale as well.

“Yes, God, yes. I want you to cum down my throat or cum on my face. In my panties, so I can walk around and no one else knows what you’ve done to me.”

“Don’t talk like that or I’ll come right now.” You mewl at his desperate tone, imagine the way his muscles must be tensing up. You would love to ride his big thighs right now and tell him as much.

“Yea, you could do that all day. I wouldn’t give a fuck about work, all I want is you grinding on me. Would love to come back from a mission and get under your desk and have you grind your pussy on my face while you watch your shows. You’d let me, right, baby?” Your fingers work inside you, your hips buck involuntarily at the filthy image he’s given you. 

“Yes, oh my god. I want to warm your cock, Katsuki. Just stay there while you take calls, hell-while you’re in meetings and everyone can see that I’m the one taking care of you.”

You hear him groan your name and desperate moans escape him as his orgasm crashes down as you seal away the image that could satiate him for life. You were his, he decided then. He wouldn’t hold back, he wouldn’t stop until you both had each other. In the throes of his own orgasm he hears your pants. Moans and sputtered out words that carried no real meaning. 

“C’mon, baby, you can do it. Be my pretty girl and cum. You deserve it, you deserve everything.” And you listen, coming all over your fingers wishing it was him here. 

“Two days and I’m coming straight to you. I want you so bad. Are you okay with that?” 

“Hurry, please.” 

Over the next two days you both keep in constant contact. He texted and called every spare moment. It wasn’t a drastic change, something you secretly feared, that he just wanted to sleep with you. 

“And we can go to Viola’s for dinner on Saturday. What time works best for you?” He’d asked while in the car driving to his three o’clock debrief. He had every intention of letting you know how serious he was about your relationship. You hummed into the speaker and typed away at your desk. He flew home tomorrow and you couldn’t wait anymore.

When he arrived and drove to your apartment, you nearly cried from excitement and nerves. You wore a black silk slip dress and black underwear, knowing this way you would feel sexy and comfortable. Bakugo had barely knocked when you opened the door and threw yourself into his arms. 

“I missed you. I missed you,” You say. Bakugo kissed your forehead and breathed you in.

“I don’t know if I can do another long mission.” He confesses as you pull him into your apartment and drop him onto the couch. You plop onto his lap and curl your fingers into the hair at the base of his scalp. Stroking and scratching in a hopefully soothing manner. Instead, you feel him beneath you.

“I would tell you to tell me everything, but I don’t think I have the patience for it.” You say, taking a shuddering breath after shifting and “accidently” grinding against him. 

“Honestly, you already know everything that happened,” he says while tucking some hair away from your face. “If only you knew how hard it’s been to not leave early and come see you.” You smirk and lean down to whisper.

“I think I know exactly how hard it’s been.” Grinding against his cock while Bakugo’s hands find your hips, memorizing your movements.  You cup his cheek and wait for him to lean toward you before sealing his lips. Both of you meet each other with eager movements. Bakugo explores your mouth, licking and savoring you. You took him in stride and sucked on his tongue, trying to siphon him into you and never leave. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. Pressing against his shirt, you shove it up and over his head, running your hands along his abs. You pause and trace his scars before leaning down and kissing each of them. 

“You’re so strong.” Against you, he shivers and runs his hand along your spine, thumbing the hem of your dress. “So beautiful. I’m so happy I met you,” you say while taking off your slip dress. He pulls you back in, urgently and crashes his lips to yours. Now, you each try to communicate a feeling bigger than words. The feeling vibrates around you both, caging you in. 

“So lucky I have you,” he murmurs as you both slow back down, not disturbing this cocoon you’ve built. “I never want another day where you’re not by my side.” He gives you a chaste kiss. “Not a day where you don’t update me on the Housewives.” You laugh as he gives you another small kiss. 

“Are we going too fast? I mean I feel like you get me and I don’t want this to be a one time thing because it would really crush me, Katsuki. I really really like you.” He kisses your temple. 

“Shut up. I’m so serious about you, it hurts sometimes to think about how much I–listen I might not know how to explain it yet. Just be my girlfriend?” He sounded unsure, but there was no reason. You kiss his face over and over again, chanting yes. 

“Can you fuck me now?” You somehow make it sound innocent and Bakugo leans his head back with the knowledge that you were both the best thing in his life and the one who could destroy him. 

“Yea, I can. Do you want to go to the bedroom?” He’s trying to hold it together, but you look up in contemplation and he wonders if he’s made a mistake. You think about whether getting up would ruin the mood or if going to the bedroom would be better because of space. Bakugo grabs your chin. “Baby. Bedroom? Yes or no.” You grow addicted to the simmer in his eyes.

“Yes,” You say, already in the air as he carries you, following as you point out the way. He lays you out on the mattress and begins unbuckling his pants, kissing you between the movements. He finally gets them off and you were both now in your underwear. 

Out of respect he had never been in your bedroom. Bakugo looks around taking in the little trinkets and decorations you found meaningful. He eyes a few stuffed animals behind you, placed carefully against the pillows. You follow his eyesight and naturally gasp at his discovery. 

“Let me put them away.” You move back and grab your bear, your bunny, and your fox. 

“It’s okay. I’m not judging. It’s cute you still have them,” Bakugo says trying to calm you as you bring them over to your dresser. Setting them facing away. 

“I know you’re not judging, but I can’t have them watching.” You walk back over, jumping on the bed and giggling as the warmth of the room grows out from between you both. Katsuki pulls you into him gently and holds you against him. Letting your bodies get acquainted and slowly tracing over the small scar on your arm, the stretch marks on your hips and thighs. Ghosting his fingers over your bra all with a content smile that you watch. Reaching back you unclip your bra and let it fall down your arms. Bakugo inhales sharply. It’s you who brings his hand to touch you and melts when he kneads the flesh. Pinches your nipples with his calloused hands, finding the right way to make you feel good. 

“Katsuki, kiss me.” Always needy, but he loves it. Of course he obeys. Kissing you and then guiding you to lay beneath him. Leaving your lips for your jaw and then down your throat, making sure to leave a hickey because you’re his now. He kisses your breasts and your stomach all while you card a hand through his hair. Stopping at your underwear, he looks up in question. You shove them down, all too eager for Katsuki to do whatever he wants. 

He touches you gently, a single finger slowly moving along your slit. Katsuki kisses you as you moan because he wants all of you. Everything you have to offer, he will be your willing acolyte. You reach for him, grabbing him closer. Taking his hand and guiding it to go faster. He gives you more, stroking your clit, moving in circles like you show him. You moan when he applies more pressure and then releases; a slow ebb as he builds the tide. 

“I want you, Katsuki.” You whine and set a finger against the waistband of his underwear. “You made me wait a whole week. Can’t wait anymore.”

“Are you wet enough? Don’t want to hurt my pretty girl.” He kisses the side of your head in a sickeningly sweet way. An exaggerated kissing sound follows until you laugh and pull away. 

“I’m so wet,” you say, exaggerating the seductive tone and laughing when he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, baby, I can feel it.” He dips his fingers inside of you, his other hand grazing your breasts and down your side. You stop laughing. “All for me, huh?”

“Well, I guess you deserve a reward for saving so many people.” Rolling your eyes and crossing your arms in a way that lets him know you’re still joking. 

“Seeing you is the best reward.” He taps your nose. 

“Sir, if you don’t get naked right now I will–”

“You’ll what?” He grins, leaning down to your ear. “If anything, I’ll give you another task at work. Hmm, didn’t you say something about crawling under my desk?” He takes off his underwear and your mouth goes dry. His dick was bigger than anything you’ve ever had before. It didn’t matter. A deep breath and you could take him. He lined himself up with you as you lay down curling your toes to relax every muscle. A slight prod, a tiny intrusion and then pain. Something too big trying to fit inside. 

“Katsuki,” you moan, but it’s strained even to your ears. At the same time your hands clamp down on his shoulders. He pulls out. 

“Are you okay? What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”He caresses your cheek and angles you toward him, flinching when he sees your eyes teary. 

“Sorry, I didn’t think it would hurt.” You try to look away again, but Bakugo lays down beside you, pulling you to his chest. A dread creeps up on him, looks over his shoulder and whispers what he hadn’t stopped to consider before.

“Have you had sex before?” You can see him swallow, a crease form on his beautiful face.

“I have. They just weren’t as big.”

 He should feel elated or proud. Some sort of satisfaction symptomatic of masculinity. He can’t. How could he when he has caused you pain? In this moment, he wanted everything to be gentle and loving just like you. 

“Do we need to stop? I don’t want to hurt you. We can watch a movie or talk.” Bakugo leans his forehead against yours, his hands still holding you as close as you can be. Brushing away your worries. 

“I think I have some lube somewhere.” You mean to get up, but he holds on. 

“Can I eat you out?” He sits up when you nod. A calculating look on his face. You knew it well, his determination and though he’d never admit it, his perfectionism. He kisses your thighs, groaning when you curl your fingers through his hair. Katsuki tries to take his time and worship your body the way you deserve, but it had been seven long days and you were the only thing pushing him to come back home as quickly as possible. 

A slow lick along your slit and he’s in heaven. Once more and then one more time, savoring this moment that he’s gotten off to countless times. He holds your thighs open and sucks in earnest. From your opening to your clit, he takes whatever his lips touch. Listening as your pants turn into breathy whine and moans. Feeling your body shudder and your clit harden against him. He shifts your thighs over his shoulders, pulls your hips closer for a better angle. He works a finger inside you, smirking at you covering your face. 

“Don’t hide from me, Angel.” He goes back to working you open, patient as your walls adjust to the intrusions. You touch your breasts and get more stimulation, slowly becoming more desperate that Katsuki wasn’t inside of you yet.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble out, “I know this isn’t what you imagined.” The grip on your hip falters. He pauses his movements and watches you, disbelief shining in his eyes.

“It’s better than anything I could imagine.” Again, determination seizes him. “You’re better than anything…It kills me when you’re so hard on yourself.” He brings his body up and kisses your lips, smiling and nuzzling your cheek. “I don’t want the perfect girl you think you need to be. I want you as you are. Is that clear?” He playfully taps your forehead.

“Even when I mess up documents?” 

“Especially then.” He kisses you deeply and you return it. Rocking into him and allowing yourself to relax in his strong hold. With three fingers sated inside, he goes back down and sucks on your clit. Pressure building in your core, you rode it up to your high. Falling over the edge, knowing Katsuki had a hold on you. 

It’s no longer a want, but a need. As soon as Bakugo angles his cock after using the lube you had and you lean into him. He sinks in slowly, still a stretch for you, but easier than before. 

“Take your time, baby. Breathe for me.” You listen to his soothing words. His hips meet yours and a sudden wave of emotions overwhelm you. Every fear of not being what he wanted, how much you talk, the mistakes you make, dissolved. He’s never been mean. Never undermined you or been condescending. Even now, when others in the past have gotten annoyed with how much prep you needed, he’s beside you, unhurried. 

Katsuki begins rocking his hips slowly. Responding when you kiss him and keep him close to your chest. 

“I’m so happy I work for you.” You let your emotions go. “I’m so happy you’re so nice to me. So happy, Tsuki, so, so happy…” It’s now that Katsuki realizes he was well and truly fucked. How will he ever let go of you? How will he ever go a day without hearing your voice?

“Me too, baby. Fuck, you’re so good to me.” His hips speed up, all while he watches your face for the slightest hint of discomfort. More, he can’t hold back and pounds into you. Fucks himself dumb while watching you dazed and blissed out. A stray tear leaking out and he feels his cock twitch. 

“I’m close, baby.” He whimpers against your neck. Kissing your neck, marking it up. You wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him. Your orgasm catches you by surprise, but Bakugo follows as your pussy clenches around him. You both pant hard, your heartbeat thrums against your throat. It takes you a long time to come down and realize Bakugo’s been watching you. He caresses your cheek.

“Let’s stay home tomorrow,” he says, and kisses your nose.

“If you say so,” you pull him in for another kiss. 

[abouttomakeanameformyself]

Someone New Chapter Three: Dumb love, I love being stupid

2/5 🌶️ Sfw but with mild violence and strong language

Hi! I know this took a while, but my mental health was in the basement. I really appreciate your patience and starting in chapter 4, we're getting into the slutty hours

Remy was right about a shower.  The second grime from the last day was scrubbed off your skin under boiling water, you felt a lot better. There was still a throbbing sensation in your brain, but it was more uncomfortable than painful. 

The ride to the apartment you shared with Yelena and James was long, but not long enough. While Lebeau helped distract you with the ‘you look good in my shirt’ curveball, that feeling of dread was starting to build. You didn't think about it, but you were still aware of its presence. 

Remy’s pickup truck rolling down St. Claude Ave. was starting to feel like a death march. A 11 minute Google maps time quickly becomes 2 minutes before you can even wrap your head around the fact you were in the way to get your things. You're going to pack up and move out and that will be it. Years of your life down the drain. A relationship, even more importantly a friendship, down the drain. Moving was so final.

The pang in your chest told you that you could forgive James, if you wanted to but you tried to ignore it. Cheating ruins relationships. Not only was he unfaithful but he picked your best friend. She also knew you were together. That's not something you should just get over. Breaking up was the right thing to do, but it still felt horrible. 

The Lilac double shotgun inched closer, the pit in your stomach grew. Even more so when Jame’s vintage motorcycle was spotted clearly in your side of the driveway. Oh fuck. Oh no. Oh no no no no. “...You know, we can always come back.”

Remy looked over at you, those red on black eyes scanning you quickly. It seemed like he was checking in, but choosing his words softly. You know, when he said he was scared of you it sounded like a joke, but he looked at you like you were particularly eggshell shaped. His eyes flicked from you to the bike and back, before he reached over to very gently touch your shoulder. 

“You can do this. I'll be right behind ya’ bébe. He can't hurt ya anymore. Not with Remy in the picture. Il est stupide mais pas à ce point-là.” He said, that hot honey voice covering you like a weighted blanket. His hand on your shoulder felt… it felt like every cell in your body was buzzing with warmth from the brief contact. When his hand withdrew, a shiver passed through your body, covering your skin with gooseflesh. 

That's weird but I literally have zero time to think about it. 

“I haven't talked to him since he- I find that it was better to just not respond, rather than hurt myself by letting him explain.” You whispered, finding a weird comfort in Remy's presence. Part of the Jaggermsister shooting and the way your conversations passed made it feel as if you didn't need to worry about him. He wasn't going to judge you anymore if he hasn't already. There was solace in the fact you could be honest. 

“He was acting like a clown, Chérie. Ya didn't sign up for the circus.” Remy said with such a genuine tone of kindness, that you don't think he knew calling someone a clown was supposed to feel silly. “Remy will be right there next to ya’ cher. You'll be fine. I'll be right here.” 

The exhale that passed through your lips was grounding, and you gave the Cajun next to you a nod of understanding. James would still probably be on one, but with Remy there, there was a comfort in knowing he'll be acting like a wounded hero. His worst behavior will probably be saved for your messages inbox but the block button is a thing that exists. 

You slid out of the pickup truck, your jeans from the night before clad on your body. You looked roughly the same as you did when you left the afternoon before, but only this time, Remy's New Orleans’ Saints hoodie hung loose on your frame. It wasn't a good idea, but it made sense in theory because you could give fucky-Bucky his shirt back. 

The second your feet hit the pavement of the road, you saw the curtains shift. Well. It was too late now. James knew you were here and that you were coming in. With a grimace, you turned to face Remy, voice squeaky with stress. “Come in with me? Please?” 

“Cher, it's the least I can do. Besides I might have some words with this ex-boyfriend of yours. Ya’ bad as hell, cher. Il a perdu un dix.” He walked to your side of the truck, his red on black eyes staring at the townhouse converted apartment analytically.  “Remy can see why you wanted to stay here. ‘s nice.” 

“It’s also rent controlled. In today's economy…” You trailed off, because it wasn't your apartment anymore. It was James and Yelena’s. It was their place. Being around is just painful. 

You could only stand there, next to the old pickup, staring at your old apartment. Remy stood next to you, not saying a word. Occasionally out of the corner of your eye you could see those dark eyes flick to your face before turning back to your apartment. 

You didn't know how long passed before your new roommate broke the silence. “Cher, Remy's not trying to rush you, but we've been standing here for a while. You need to be brave, Belle. Ya can do it! I got ya.” 

“It hasn't been that long bu-” You were silenced by Remy gently taking your hand loosely in his, so you could pull away if you wanted to. It was similar to his hand on your shoulder earlier. The calming gesture was a nice reprieve from stressing about James. Well it was until he started walking towards the door, guiding you along.

“Lebeau, what are you doing?!” You squeaked, toddling along behind him. It would be simpler to just let go of his hand. That would be the sensible and reasonable option but his skin was warm and soothing against your palm. You could let go at any moment. “Chérie, I'm going to go get your stuff. You can wait out here if you want but I have no idea what's yours and what isn't, so it would be easier if you come with me.” 

Remy was calm as he said it, he was very calm, clearly he was trying to keep you relaxed. In his own way. Annoying mother fucker. You knew you'll be thanking him for this when you can wear your own clothing tonight but as of this moment it was very irritating. 

As the pair of you passed through the threshold of the driveway, you found yourself squeezing his hand for support. With his strong grip and long fingers, it seemed like he didn't even notice your death squeeze.

When you reach the large oak door, it's like you forgot to breathe on your own. Your panicked gaze looked over at Remy, pleading for something. Anything. His hand released your own, and you thought he was going to knock on the door. Instead he stepped in, gently cupping your face with his large hands. The fucking balls on this guy. That warm, electric touch completely enraptured you. Even if it was momentarily. “You go grab your things, belle. I'll deal with the fool.” 

Said fool was standing in wait as the unlocked door swung open. 

James had a habit of looking intense when he wanted to. Broad chest, dark hair, and a piercing gaze. Your first time looking at his face since you literally caught him 7 inches deep in your best friend and he was gazing at you like you're the one who fucked up. “You had me worried sick.” 

You opened your mouth to answer and Remy stepped closer to you. Not invasive, but supportive. He didn't physically touch you at all, but his arms crossed over his chest. Those red-black eyes stared daggers at James. His smirk was still wide in his face but instead of flirtatious like with you, it was laced with a warning.

“I don't see why you were worried. The message that we were done was pretty clear.” Your voice sounded hollow in your ears. There was an unpleasant sensation in your sinuses that indicated that you might cry. You slowly exhaled, trying to calm yourself. James looked right through you it seems, lingering on Remy. 

“Who's this?” It was a simple two words, but it was laced with venom. He did that. James had a way of saying the right things on paper, but his tone said it all. It was a distinct talent he had. Hard eyes flicked from you to Remy then back to you, before settling in the borrowed Saints hoodie. 

The cool girl thing was to ooze confidence and pretend you bought the shirt but you didn't want to be a liar. “This is my new roommate. You can have my bedroom, though I assume you don't need it.” 

James’ brows shot up, almost accusatory. It was funny, because he was the one with the nasty habit of putting his genitals inside people he's not dating. It's fine, he's physically penetrating your social circle but you're the problem? How reasonable. 

Remy chose now to speak up, and as that smokey sweet voice cut through the air, you didn't know if things got better or a whole lot worse. “Remy Lebeau. Nice to meet ya’.” 

It was polite and you didn't expect anything less from him but his words dripped cold onto James. The energy shifted in the room. All that hostility that was focused on you has moved over to the tall. It was both welcome and incredibly discouraging to see. 

“Well, Remy. I have never seen you before. Why are you in my apartment?” James said, arms still crossed over his chest and light eyes analytical. For being a grown man, he seemed to have the stance of a displeased toddler next to Remy Lebeau. The Cajun knew it too, smirk dripping with lethality. 

“Chérie, why don't you get your things?” He said, his tone softening to hit your ears. His red on black eyes bore into James like he was trying to burn a hole into him. He didn't say anything unkind, because he wasn't the type, but James was. With a grimace, you stepped away to pack up your bedroom. 

The voices outside the door could still be heard, hushed but still prevalent. You couldn't make out quite what was being said but you could definitely tell that it was intense. Other than a few moments where you could place Remy's smooth Cajun drawl or James gravely tone, you couldn't make heads or tales from their conversation. That was definitely Remy's intent, you knew that. You were thankful for it, while it was also very fucking irritating. 

It took you a little under an hour to pack up your life, zipping it away in suitcases or shoving it into trash bags. Tears occasionally rolled down your cheeks, coming and going as they pleased. Packing years of your life felt so final. It also seemed like so much of your life passed before you could even process it. Time was a funny thing, because something you thought was permanent and set in stone could pass by so quickly. 

Remy was sitting on the couch, arms spread out over the back. He clearly made himself at home, which clearly was pissing James off. He looked absolutely content with the fact he was egging on your ex. Not only content but happy to do it. When he saw you, his smirk pryed his lips upwards. “Cher, you ready?”

He rose to his feet, helping to carry your belongings. It was very transparent that he was a frequent gym user, because he very easily lifted an entire wardrobes worth of clothing like it was nothing. Remy started out towards the pickup truck, leaving you alone for a brief moment with James. 

“I don't like that guy. You are going stay here until you find a more acceptable place to live.” James said the second the Cajun was out of earshot. Something about the phrasing deeply irritated you. He didn't suggest it. He seemed to be demanding you. 

“Well, that's not your decision.” You replied simply, your voice once again sounding foreign and distant in your ears. It wasn't often you told James no. Usually because there was nothing wrong with going with what he wanted, except for this specific instance. The look on his face said that he was used to you just agreeing with him. “Be reasonable, you don't know this guy!”

The sinus sensation prickled your senses once again, and you swallowed the lump building in the back of your throat. Remy's presence brought a sense of security that was gone the second he left the room. The anger and betrayal that was dormant with your roommate by your side was boiling over. “Well, I don't really know you either! The James I know would have never cheated on me! Especially with my best friend.” 

“Is it considered cheating if it was simply physical and not romantic?” This mother fucker sounded so genuine, that you thought you were gonna stress-burst an artery. You couldn't even respond before he decided to open his mouth again, deciding to double down on his fuckery. “I wanted a little variety. We've been having sex for a while, and it was starting to bore me. That doesn't make me a bad guy. I'm human. It's a human need.” 

Remy, from the 24 hours you've known him, has been nothing but calm, contained and polite. That was not the Remy who walked in time to overhear the tail end of this conversation. “Excuse the fuck out of you, Garçon de pute. I don' know what makes ya’ think you have the right to talk that way, but ya’ suck.” 

Now, French wasn't a language that you were extremely familiar with, but you could assume that it wasn't good. He walked past you, stepping between your frame and James. While they were similar in height, Remy's stature was a bit broader than James. “I don't think ya really deserve to be havin’ sex with someone if you get bored of them.” 

Remy’s words to James felt like armor from the sting of his words. You still heard them loud and clear, but they hurt less. Your own inadequacies seemed to be diluted by the Cajun’s horror about what was said. 

“I don't see how this is any of your business pal, I'm talking to my girlfriend.” 

“Ex-girlfriend.” Remy said, very confidently, correcting your ex like he was one who pulled the plug. He looked over his shoulder, gazing at you to make sure you were okay, before his eyes hardened and flicked back to James. “The fact you fumbled a 10, cher. Ya had that nightly and ruined it.” 

James looked pretty peeved and tried to open his mouth, most likely to defend himself. The second there was sound coming from it, he was shushed loudly by Remy. “No. You're digging yourself into ya own grave. Ya’ done speaking. No more.” 

“Fuck off pal. You-” he pointed to you, jaw clenched “You're staying here. I don't know where you found this fucking guy but I don't want you going with him.”

“Well that's not a decision for you to make, James. I don't want to stay with you. You're embarrassing me.” You said lowly, belongings still clutched in your hands. 

“Did you fuck him or something? Last night? You did, didn't you?” Your ex boyfriend's face curled into a crazed, humorless grin. James’s eyes cut into you. The urge to cry was flooding your senses again, and this time Remy truly fucking lost it. 

With one swift movement, he stepped forward, gathering James' shirt in his fists. His large hands that grounded you so gently earlier were now about to rain terror on another grown man's face. Honestly you weren't as upset about it as a sensible person would be “Outside. Now. Ya’ don't get to disrespect ‘em that way.” 

It was like watching a car crash in slow motion. Cringing, but you couldn't do anything about it or looked away. Remy basically dragged him outside, closinting the door with his foot. “Grab the rest of your things Cher.” 

Of course, you didn't fucking listen. When your new roommate with the abs beats the everloving shit out of your ex-boyfriend for disrespecting you, you kinda need to watch. Your feet carried you to the window, opening the curtains to peak on the whole situation. 

It was over quickly. Remy threw a punch, while James kinda clamored around in response. His cocky, past statements of being a fucking bad bitch in a fight didn’t land but Remy’s fist landed just fine on his face. 

Within a few simple movements, James was on the ground, blood gushing from his nose. Remy Lebeau walked back into your old apartment, a soft smile pulling at his face when his eyes fell upon you. In an attempt to smooth over the last five minutes like they never happened, he stepped forwards, grabbing the bags from your hands. “Go grab anything else ya’ need, Chérie. We are burnin’ daylight.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

8 hours later, when you were on the floor of your bedroom, putting together one of those metal bed frames, the adrenaline was still pumping through your veins. You were done. You were out. You were officially moving in with someone who was an acquaintance at best. James was blocked and Yelena was told she had a week to tell Kate or Remy would. It was officially over.

Large knuckles wrapped on your doorframe. Your door was open, but Remy still knew to knock. It was polite. He has given you your space for the most part, except for delivering you Popeye's and helping you drag a mattress inside. The Cajun's ability to read a room was impressive.

"Hey, are we good, Chérie?" He asked, tone low and neutral. His eyes seemed a bit worried as they gazed at you, soft in the dimming light of the evening.

"Yea, we're good" You said, smiling at him softly. It was appreciated. His gesture of beating up your ex didn't seem all that grand at first, until you had some time to think about it. "Remy... Thank you. You stepped up when he disrespected me, and I've never really had that. I usually put up with it."

Remy's red and black gaze sunk into your skin as he looked at you in the warmth glow of your bedroom. "Chérie, I just wanted to say somethin'. He was wrong. Variety. I don't think he understood how lucky he was to have you, belle. Remy would never get sick of you. You're breathtaking, cher. If Remy ever got his hands on you, he wouldn't look anywhere else. Fuck him."

With that, he pulled himself from the doorframe and disappeared back into the living room.

[mossadspypigeon]

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Do your worst(if you have the time)? Their fact check needs a fact check.

okay fam i don't want to look at that piece of shit garbage ass post for longer than i have to, so i'm going to respond here:

40,000 death toll:

this death toll was revised by the un:

"israel's blocking aid":

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and bam lmao

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 10: Oliver's Conditioning

Masterlist

September 1925

TW: Mind control, restraints, hypnotic language

"Eyes on me," said Lily.

Oliver, gagged and tugging fruitlessly at his restraints, turned away.

"That's fine!" she laughed. "I understand. You're worried about what I'll do to you. You have nothing to worry about, but I get that you can't trust me. So you don't have to look at me. You can look anywhere you like. I can tell how focused you are on fighting."

Oliver stared at his knees, scowling.

"You're so focused on fighting." There was something about her voice that got under his skin. "You're listening carefully to every word I say so you can resist them. So focused on fighting. So focused on listening. So focused on me."

Yes, of course he was focused on fighting. This was his mind, his very existence he had to fight for. He could already feel the supernatural tug of her words trying to lull his mind away from him. She was going to use hypnotism, then -- and it was powerful.

"Focused on fighting. Focused on listening. Focused on my words. Focused on me. Focused on me. Focus on me. Focus on me."

Focus... He shook his head to snap out of his momentary daze, realizing what she was doing. He could easily avoid looking at her, but there was no way for him to avoid listening to her. He had to keep himself alert.

"That's it, keep fighting. Keep focused. Don't zone out. Don't relax. Keep focused. Focus on me. Focus only on me."

"Mmph," he protested through his gag, wishing he could talk enough to block her out.

"But maybe you don't want to focus on me. That's fine. You can lose focus and let yourself relax. It's fine either way. You can focus on me, or you can relax your mind. Focus on me or relax your mind, which is it? Focus on me... or relax your mind...?"

Oliver screwed up his face in concentration. He didn't want to do either of those things. He wanted to... wanted to...

"Focus on me or relax your mind. Focus on me and relax your mind. Focus on me. Relax your mind. Focus on me. Relax your mind. Focus. Relax. Focus. Relax."

As she kept repeating her mantras, he tried to shake himself out of the daze he was slowly but surely drifting into, but his anxious brain kept latching onto the singsong rhythm of her words. He sank into the comfortable leather chair, no longer struggling, as his body began to respond to her commands and relax.

She slipped her hand under his chin, gently directed him to look her way. "There we go. Focus on me. Relax your mind."

He feebly tried to pull away, but she easily redirected his gaze back onto her. Her eyes were so large, so sparkling, and the worst part of it was how nice it felt to lose himself in them. With great mental effort, he squeezed his eyes shut.

"That's fine, too," she laughed softly. "You can shut your eyes if you feel sleepy. Shut your eyes and go to sleep. Go to sleep..."

Oliver popped his eyes open again immediately to try and resist that command. The last thing he wanted to do was sleep here. He might never wake up as himself again. But opening his eyes just meant he was looking straight into her captivating gaze once more.

"Focus," she said, not skipping a beat. "Focus, and relax, and go to sleep, and focus, and relax, and go to sleep..."

She had all the time in the world to drill her hypnotic commands into his softening mind, and he could feel his thoughts beginning to cloud. The worst part of it was how soothing it all was. Easy to listen. Hard to resist.

"Relax and go to sleep, dear." Her voice was a lullaby. "You can rest here. You can sleep."

His eyelids fluttered before he caught and shook himself awake. He had expected to have to endure pain, to resist torture, to fight tooth and nail for his autonomy. He wasn't expecting to feel so peaceful and euphoric, draining his will as surely as any torture would have.

"You're safe with me. Safe and warm and sleepy. Fall asleep now, and listen."

"No," he said through the gag, rallying his willpower. "I won't let you hypnotize me."

"Quiet, dear," she said, amused. "Please be quiet so you can sleep. Let your thoughts grow quiet, oh so very quiet, soft and silent, so you can listen to me. Quiet and peaceful and focused on me and falling asleep."

"No, I won't..." he said, barely audible this time. Quiet. Peaceful. Focused. Falling asleep.

"Shh, hush now. Time to fall asleep. Your mind is so silent. You're safe and comfortable and relaxed and drowsy, and you can go to sleep, go right to sleep." Lily reached up with both hands and began to trace soft circles on his temples, captivating his remaining attention, drawing him deeper into her mesmerism. "You feel so good, so calm, so safe. Allow your eyes to close and your quiet mind to listen."

His eyes closed down all by themselves, the gentle touch sinking him deeper into a daze. He tried once more to open them, but they seemed glued shut, weighed down by drowsiness. She was breaching his feeble defenses.

"That's it, shut your eyes and sleep. Your sleeping mind can still listen to me and answer all of my questions without waking up even a little bit. It won't trouble you at all."

A hand removed his gag, and he had a dim thought that he should shout or protest or wake himself up. But he couldn't. He was so... quiet.

"You were a bookseller?"

The question broke through his haze ever so slightly. He nodded.

"You must appreciate peace and quiet, then, don't you?"

"Yes," he said, a sleepy smile twitching at the corners of his mouth as he thought of the serenity of his bookshop at night, no sounds but the crackling of the fire and the turning of pages.

"You work with customers all day. You're a polite and well-mannered man, aren't you, Oliver?"

"Yes," he agreed easily. That was how he had always thought of himself, always prided himself on his excellent customer service. 

"You will call me 'sir'," she said.

"Yes, sir," came automatically out of his mouth. 

"You like to be helpful."

"Yes, sir."

"You like to be obedient,"  she said, her tone a little more insistent. 

Something in him hesitated.

"Relax, dear, deeper asleep now. Let your thoughts go back to sleep. Deeper into quiet, deeper into trance." Her hand brushed through his hair. "There's no shame in being helpful and obedient. It makes you feel so good when you help one of your customers, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does, sir," he said.

"You see, you like to be obedient. It makes you feel so good."

"...I suppose that's true, sir..."

"Tell me, then."

"It makes me feel good to be obedient, sir," he said, and oh, that felt ever so nice, like a weight was lifting from his shoulders. His body sank agreeably into the leather chair, letting out the tension he'd been holding in his shoulders.

Lily laughed, and it sounded like chimes. "Such a docile, quiet, helpful boy you are. You were never the type to rebel and cause trouble, were you? You just want your books, want to be quiet and helpful and pleasant. That's who you are, isn't it? A quiet, helpful, obedient boy. Soft and sweet natured. Eager to serve."

It felt so right, like he'd realized something important about himself. Like she knew him better than he did. "Yes, sir, that is correct."

"And now you can be what you were always meant to be. Quiet, obedient, and oh so docile."

By now, he was far too hypnotized to even try and reject that notion. It felt so, so good to agree with her. To understand his place. He nodded, enraptured.

"That's it. There's never been any need to resist. I'm going to help you become more quiet and more obedient and more docile. It suits you so very well."

"Thank you, sir."

"But you're so sleepy, aren't you?" Her fingers were tracing against his temples again. "You would like to obey, but you're falling asleep. So this is what you will do. You will let the rest of your conscious mind fall all the way down into sleep, while the obedient and docile, pliant and suggestible part of you keeps listening, remains locked tight in hypnotic trance."

"Yes, sir..." His words were barely a whisper as he washed completely away into sleep. The last conscious thought he had was that he'd never felt more content in his entire life and that he'd been a fool to try and resist any of this. Then he was out like a light.

Part Nine >> Masterlist >> Part Ten

Thank you for reading this story of a boy who feels so much better now! Everything's fine!

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[honeyshua]

Collision

“Why are you being so rude lately?” You asked while trying to hold it together and not have a complete breakdown in front of Jeonghan.

“What?” He asked clearly confused at your sudden question. You recounted the many blow ups he had lately “You don’t even call me baby anymore.” Your last sentence showed more emotion than you meant for it to too.

“Ahh y/n you know we’re preparing for a comeback and the stress usually gets to me.” He responded back so casually it almost made you wonder if it was all in your head. But you shook the thoughts out of your head. Something was going on that he was hiding from you. But why was he hiding it and why was he being so nonchalant?

“Jeonghan that’s bs and you know it. You used to confide in me during your comebacks. I used to help you relax and now it’s like we’re not even on the same page anymore. And worst of all it’s like you don’t even care. Jeonghan what’s really going on with you?” You asked practically begging for any kind of response. Even if it was going to shatter your heart you just wanted answers.

“I didn’t want to tell you but my ex is back in town and I’ve just been thinking about things lately.” Now his words left you confused.

“Thinking about what?” You asked curiously not liking the sudden shift in his body language.

After what felt like an eternity he finally answered “well you have to understand she was my first love.”

“Okay and I’m your current love. What’s the point?”

The tension seemed to grow thicker in seconds and his quietness gave you all the answers you needed to know.

“Have a nice life Jeonghan.” Where the last words he would ever hear from you. You proceeded to block him on everything and you were determined to move on with your life as effortlessly as he seemed to move on from your relationship.

[olderthannetfic]

My experience with shippers has been such a mixed bag.

Sometimes there are those "controversial fandom takes" threads and some comments go like this:

"Shippers are the worst. They only care about their romance and never talk about anything interesting in the story outside of that!"

Which will be responded to with either:

"There are lots of ways to enjoy content, mind your business!"

Or

"Shippers are the backbone of a fandom. We can discuss the intricacies of the work AND be horny at the same time!"

I'm sure that's true, but that was rarely how it went in the fandoms I was part of, unlucky bastard that I am. Out of the languages I can understand, I only saw a few times fans engaged in discussions about several topics concerning the show or the book. The rest were either quiet or balls-deep in messy shipping behaviour that is often criticised.

The irony is that it was always the shippers who got angry when people complained about them being "that kind of fan" who would engage in huge blown-out public arguments online. The last time I saw it happen, a group got super angry when a random person online, who none of them followed, criticised their favourite ship in the quotes of a tweet that wasn't theirs. It was a dumb criticism from a person who didn't understand the characters nor cared to understand the chemistry that fans of that ship see. Very stupid and, to me, easy to ignore. But the shippers got so angry that the fight spread outside of their bubble and more random people got involved. Eventually, their fight reached a big artist from that ship and that person shaded their holy war by saying: "I love [pairing] as much as you guys do, but fighting over this is so unnecessary. Ignore them and stop doing this shit! How tiring and boring that this always happens!" and it eventually stopped. Later, I caught one of them wondering if the artist was talking about them, afraid they would get blocked for bringing toxicity to the artist's page, which I found out is something that the artist does to curate their online experience. You know, like a sensible person.

I wish I could say they were teenagers, but they were between 22 to 29 years old.

And let's not talk about the civil wars. God forbid a ship be interpreted in a way that the others dislike, or explored in darker and more controversial themes!

I just can't wrap my head around the behaviour of getting into fights with strangers on twitter dot com or anywhere on the World Wide Web because someone out there said something stupid about a thing I like. Why do some people get so aggressively defensive rather than just blocking and moving on? Maybe throwing in a "spoken like a true tasteless bitch" if feeling particularly vexed?

I'll never say shippers are useless fans like some say, but they can be some of the most consistent shit-stirrers in fandoms. My biggest struggle with them is that the crazy shippers aren't vile in the same way that some fans can be when a black woman is cast for the role of a character that isn't black, for example. They are vile in the way that they will send death threats to the directors, the animators, and the actors if their ship isn't made canon by the end of the story.

At their best, shippers can be some of the most engaged and passionate fans anyone could have the pleasure to find in their fandom. But at their worst... man...

--

I'll eat my hat if like 90% of people reading here don't ship a bunch of ships.

[thewriterg]

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐳𝐳𝐳𝐬

pairing(s); Leon Kennedy x fem!reader, officer!leon x chief!reader

summary; there was a case that called for some of your best officers out of town and of course you had to bunk with one of your most hard headed recruits of them all leon kennedy —kinktober day; 24—

word count; 1.6k

warning(s); somnophilia, power kink?, reader is an iPad kid for like 5 min, abb riding, degrading, pet names, kisses, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @megamyceted & @eurodynamic— R4 is probably my fav game rn after Silent Hill & Mk1 🤸🏾‍♀️

“I called in for eight rooms there’s no reason there shouldn’t be eight rooms” You hissed at the Manager of the motel the officers giving the man pity from their position in the makeshift lobby travel bags in their hold or resting on your back and Leon whistled lowly to himself which his colleagues would assume was in relief that the heat was finally off himself for once in his career you were hard on him to say the least

He could admit that sometime he could be a little reckless on a case in the field and when he did instead of ripping him a new one like you did everyone else at their personal desks in front of everyone you called him into your office some said it was your way of showing mercy others say that they’d rather take the berating at their desk in front of everyone like usual then be with the ‘final boss’ alone but they all came to one thing to agree on

The blonde got it the worst

All of your officers were fairly new and inexperienced but your older ones knew better and if they fucked up god hellfire sounded like making a snow angel compared to your wrath and Leon wasn’t stupid by any means he knew you gave the rookies a little more leeway but you still didn’t shove a silver spoon up their mouths and it was appreciative disciplined care is what he would call it

“There’s been a problem with housing arrangements me and another person will have to share a room” The blonde was practically crossing his fingers at the opportunity begging mentally please please please choose him while the rest of them prayed to any god that was out there to block the offer coming their way and it was no sweat of the mans back if his competition dropped out the race god if he found your your private bereavement intimate sleeping in the same room as you would be a fucking honeymoon

“Kennedy you’re with me” You declared while he gave you a stoic nod in response even if his his face was warming up and his stomach dropping at the thought of having your attention, being in your presence something that was much more important and meaningful than the pity looks that he was getting from his coworkers was

He had an idea he was your favorite before but now it was written in stone

The ride on the elevator was stiff and foggy to say the least while you handed off room keys to each officer who got off at their assigned floor when needed until his skin was crawling as he tried not to glare at the last man other then himself standing Damon Davis

Leon cleared his throat causing the raven haired man to look at him but it wasn’t his attention he was trying to grasp attention he did not get causing him to repeat his actions causing you look up from you tablet stylus pen resides in your fingers paused from gliding over the screen

“Davis I have you your key are white blind” You questioned and the officer sighed before the responding to you that annoying smirk on his face that Leon just wanted to wipe off-

“I was thinking I would give blondie his own room, he hasn’t really had that hardship why start him now you know?” The pale blue eyed cut from ice man spoke his tone carrying sarcasm resting a toothpick in between his lips and before the blonde could open his mouth to reply you already beat him to it

“Listen Damon I know you’re a little illiterate so I’m going to break this down for you” You sighed letting out little puffs of air at a the situation before your focus goes back to your iPad your tech pen making faint thumps on the surface of the screen

“I’m chief, I’m lieutenant, I’m commanding officer, I’m boss, is that right? Right. So I make the rules I have the last word and I do remember saying Leon Kennedy you are with me tonight because there is a lack of room correct? Correct. The name Damon Davis did not come from my mouth and you’ve disrespected my orders and one of my officers! Do you think we deserve an apology Kennedy? I think we deserve a goddamn apology!”

Leon fought the smirk that tried and succeeded to etch its was on his face the way only looked up from your screen to ask him a rhetorical questioned that you answered yourself the red tinge on his face giving hold all the satisfaction he could need but the apology was definitely the icing on the cake

“I apologize LT, you too Kennedy” The arrogant asshole smell of him begins to leave so he’s finally able to drain his nostrils Damon gets off at the next floor it wasn’t his and it wasn’t yours yet he opted to take the stairs if it meant ignoring the newfound hostility of the the elevator

“Be prepared for weapons cleaning when get get back to base those guns be a good shinning” You called out his as the metal doors shut closed riding your way up higher and higher until you needed a key card to confine the best flood and Leon was surprised to say the least candles lit and rose petals spread throughout the rooms floor and just for a moment he let himself think-

“Couple canceled and it was the last room available ” you mumbled stepping over the teal candles that you were sure was a fire hazard dangerously close to the carpet your legs showing a slip of ankle after stretching

“Please take down those candles, making my head hurt” You weren’t dumb far from it, you had eyes the officer was adorable cute as a fucking button you also noted how he followed your every order and looked at you like you hind every star in the sky

Your eyes traced to the blonde while he positioned himself on his knees his navy blue khaki covered his ass positioned high in the air while he blows out the different rows of candles just like you’d asked him to you shifted your gaze as he lifted from his position on the ground headed to the bathroom with no words spoken the door shut with a ‘click’ behind you

💌💌💌💌

When you wake up in the middle of the night you expect it to be morning but the more you come to a conscious state the more you realize what the hell is actually happening there’s a continuous motion on your thigh and you tilt your head slightly shifting your eyes to see blonde strands of hair peekinginto your peripheral and you feel his face pressed into your back and his hips rotating and grinding against you leg the barricade of pillows holding none of their weight

“Please miss, oh f-fuck please” You can hear him whining and would be lying if the mutter didn’t go straight to you cunt your half asleep dazed state bringing you no luck until you rolled over quickly your bottom half pressed against Leon’s abs just above his v-line while he stared back at you with wide, sultry, eyes

“You’re more of a slut than I thought” You mutter and Leon fights himself to not buck his hips into you at the degradation yet he whines at the sight of you nothing but a cami and boy briefs protecting you from the cold while gusts of winds circulate throughout the room

“Put your hands behind your back… so god help me put your hands behind your fucking back!” You demand barking out orders when Leon pauses and he does it because he’d always do what his Lt wanted so with a slight sit up form crossing his wrist and placing them on the cold mattress before lying on them himself securing his position

“Think it’s okay to use people whore? How you’d like it if I used you hmm?” The blondes heart is pounding as you get off of him and he fights the urge to look at what you’re doing but he’s already in deep shit so he resigns against himself until suddenly you’re on top of him again but this time Leon can feel your heat pressed against his stomach and he groans at the warm embrace engulfing his upper half it’s heaven and hell all in one

“If you touch me I’ll leave you with blue balls” You hissed when he starts trying to grind into getting no where because no pressure was on his aching cock but he stops nonetheless while you begin rolling your hips against the hardness of his abs the firmness of it shooting sparks of pleasure from your belly to your shoulders which hunched while your palms spread out against his chest while the blonde angled his back to arch so his muscles were more prominent to you causing you to moan at the motion

“Oh fuck! S-shit” The look on your face had him awestruck like you created fire, sketched constellations, and sprinkled fairy dust around country’s he felt like he could cum in his pants just from listening to the sounds of pleasure slipping from you lips like honey

“Please miss, just let me help Lt plea-” The blonde whined and before he could complain more your cunt was sat on his mouth muffling his sentence until it died down on his throat while a tongue darted out hitting your bundle of nerves

It was the best way to shut him up

[residentialsinyomakai]

♤ INTRO TIME! ♤

Hi hello!!! Idk how these work very well still so. Lemme do this to the best'a my abilities zzz

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GENERAL INFO:

♤ I'm Yōmakai, Yomo, Res, any variation of my user really (*￣∇￣*)

♤ ENG/ESP, learning JP, but certainly not enough to hold my own yet wahaha ! ;=u=

♤ I use Any Pronouns, and no particular honorifics! Get creative w it for all i care ((o(^∇^)o))

♤ My posts are sometimes very frequent, or maybe I'll go months without one!! Hard to tell augahjfkrif

♤ Chronic user of caps, emojis, kaomojis (the cool little face things I love em,,, ( =＾ω＾)), emoticons, etc. So basically pretty informal language y'know y'know.

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INTEREST STUFF:

♡ Maaaaaajor hyperfixation AND special interest in Yokai Watch!!! (all interations)

I also like;;;;

♡ Swan Lake (1981 Toei Version)

♡ Kirby (all iterations)

♡ Pokémon (all, pref. Johto, PMD, Kalos)

♡ Everything But Your Life

♡ Homestuck (I'm pretty new tho!)

♡ MY FRIEND' OCS...

♡ Way of the Househusband

♡ Yakuza (Just 0 for now! Also new djgjeoe)

♡ TMNT (1980's, 2003, 2012, RISE, MM, Bay!)

♡ Yu Yu Hakusho

♡ Oswald the Lucky Rabbit

♡ Entomology

♡ Cephalopods

♡ Grammar

♡...And more! But. I'll keep this not too long..,,.

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ADVISORY FOR INTERACTION:

◇ HAVE BASIC DECENCY (Not okie doki to be racist, homophobic, proship, etc...I wish mental recovery and healing for all those ill-learned.)

◇ I'm like. Really awful at responding to messages. Personal reasons and generally I keep busy!

◇ Please don't DM me unless you either A: Ask permission please,,, or B: Are a mutual, I'm more comfy w/ y'all bc most'a you know I'm Insane and Fantastic already/j/lh

◇ Sorry if I Spam sometimes!!! I get a lotta motivation in bursts sometimes so you might see like 5 things in a day. Or if I'm doing requests =u=!!

◇ My bad forgot to add this one a while ago, but unless i know you irl, please don't make any "I'm in your room" or "outside your house", "I'm watching you", etc typa jokes. Dhsoxiwod seems like an overreaction but I have pretty bad paranoia and don't take kindly :< (I don't care if it's something like "I'm rapidly approaching your location" or something nonsensical like you're sending a missile to my mailbox bc ik that can't happen ^^;) thank you for your consideration!!

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FINAL THOUGHTS?:

♧ Don't be afraid to tag me in anything! (Within reason ofc ofc)

♧ NEVER HAVE TO ASK TO DRAW OCS....GHHAGSH.....If you do @ me please ^u^

♧ Trad. and digital art will be posted!! May not be the best but it's my favorite hobby :)

♧ OH!!! SPEAKING OF HOBBIES. Wanna know some of mine? I like art, singing, crafts, writing, and hanging out outside,,,

♧ OTHER SOCIALS:

• YomakaiResidentials - Tiktok (I,,, get the most anxious on this one. Don't expect much response!! If you want me to see your cool stuff, absolutely mention me or send me the video :> just try not to spam ghhhgagsg)

• ナガバナ愛 - Pixiv

• roughraffspompadour - Insta (best for messaging!!! Worst for posting EXPLODES)

• There's a secret other two but. They're more personal so Only Close Friends!!

• Not a social but I also have a blog called @askbabblong ......Babblong Ask Blog As You Can Tell

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TAG SYSTEM:

I organize all my posts and reblogs into tags because it's easier and I'm used to tagging things like on Ao3 and Fortelling,,,, I expect that if someone needed something specific they could sort it by the tags 🍌💬💜 so in short, here's explanations!!

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☆ [● Posts from Yomakai] - Well. Posts by me!!!

☆ [• nagareblog] - Reblog tag! So if anyone wants ta see what else i like and or block it I GUESS....SIGH..../j

☆ [♤ Resident Rambles] - My yap sessions or general speaking tag. I chose the spade cause it's my favorite suit :)

☆ [☆ Favesposting] - Anything including fave characters....my little guys....

☆ [¤ Summoning...] - Friend stuff! Most (all) of these are yokai related if you couldn't tell wahaha!

☆ [Yolo Watch 2!] - Had to make a ykw specific tag because,,,,ghhshhdjd yokai,,z,,

☆ [|| refs 4 l8r ||] - Forgot about this one for a while....Refs for characters i wanna draw sometime!!!

☆ [¥ Aus I like! ¥] - WAHHH ALSO FORGOT THIS ONE! Typically the reblog for au masterposts or first encounters with'a cool thing EEEEYAAAAGH

☆ [《Cool Features!》] - Specific things I really like! Colors, future inspo, amazing stuffs....so much so it's hard to decide whether or not to put it in sometimes ghgahahhhgg...

☆ [~ Helpful!] - Info that can be helpful for future stuff

☆ [♧ Shameless Self Promotion] - promotions for stuff I make or just. In general things related to me (;´∀｀)

☆ [◇ Important] - Donation posts, Gaza, fundraising, etc!!

☆ [♡ babblong's stand up] - (wow. Subtle with this reference huh) Anything funny to me.....remmeber.....my humor is bad/lh

☆ [` repo reblog rule `] - Repo related stuff from rottmnt because!!! HIM!!! kinda turned into a general tmnt tag, but mainly repo

☆ [{bugging}] - bugposting when I remember!!

☆ [¡quene!] - stuff from the Yōmakai backlogs,,,, aka my quene!

☆ [₩ delete later ₩] - if the second hand embarassment is really bad or if it's vent-adjacent then. After a while. Into the bin/post privately section it goes %o%!!

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WOWZAS. I YAP A LOT!!! Can you see why i like Babblong....my little guy. Thanks for reading! Enjoy your stay :] tell me if there's anything i should add!