#like this was a specific event in a specific country whats not clicking

[jessiesjaded]

"Why are you specifically bringing up America when other western countries can also be racist and xenophobic" cries the american when the topic at hand is about US AMERICANS AT A US AMERICAN EVENT BEING RACIST TO NON-AMERICANS. like yeah sure, bring up the west but only to deflect from taking accountability for your own cunt behaviour, yuh huh.

[chocochipsushi]

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

NSFW! minors do not interact! 18+ only!

🌸Word count: 8.3K

🌸AU: Toji, your father’s best friend, finally gets to call you his in public

🌸CW: cockwarming, public sex, exhibitionism/voyeurism, unprotected sex, light slapping (just once), indecisive (kinda psycho imo) y/n, fluff

🌸A/N: The final piece to this series!! I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did. thank you for all the support, especially since it was technically my first series here.

<< Part 1 🔞, Part 2 🔞, Part 3 🔞, Part 4 🔞

“Toji!” I squeal, throwing myself onto his hot body that’s been exposed to the sun for a while now. 

I hear my mother clicking her tongue. “Jesus, honey!” 

As Toji pulls his sunglasses up to squint at me, his other hand rests on my waist. Even with the furrow between his brows, his lips are slightly tilted in an affectionate smile.

I grin down at him. “Hi.” 

“Hey, sugar.”

My heart races at the pet name but I reach out to slap his shoulder in embarrassment anyway. As my parents get closer, I get off Toji to snuggle into his side, resting my head on his warm shoulder and my hand on his chest. He slides his arm around my waist to hold me closer to him. 

“How was the drive down?” Toji asks my father as my parents set up their beach chairs next to his empty chair. 

Smushing my cheek on the ball of his shoulder, I get myself comfortable snuggling with Toji. He rubs my waist affectionately while he listens to my father complain about the traffic. 

“Do you want your chair next to Mum?” My father pauses in his reply to Toji just to ask me. Though he knows what my answer would be already anyway, because he stares at Toji and me for a second before he rolls his eyes, “Why did I even ask?” 

I laugh as my mother passes him my beach chair to place it next to Toji’s. 

That eventful brunch that happened a few months ago ended awkwardly, to say the least. Toji brought me out for a drive after and explained what had happened between him and my father. In short, my father was skeptical but didn’t disapprove. He just needed some time to get used to the idea. Which Toji really helped with. He came over a lot, conditioning my parents to be comfortable with seeing him more, especially to accustom them to his lingering touches. Over time, they warmed up to the idea, and stopped skirting around the topic that Toji and I were dating. We still keep it down low, not wanting to scare my parents with our PDA. We don’t kiss with my parents around, and he doesn’t stay over at our home. 

My father and Toji had to do some explaining to their friends, specifically around the argument that Toji basically watched me grow up (which was put down when they explained that that was technically not true since he was out of the country from when I was nine, all the way till I was 24). They accepted the relationship way faster than my parents did, some even swearing that they thought we would have been a better match if I was born earlier or Toji later. But I guess it helps that Toji, despite being my father’s best friend, is a few years younger than my dad, and not to mention that my dad had me when he was only barely 21. My parents weren’t really good with their planning and I always teased them for it. 

“We got some beer, too,” my father announces to Toji as he points to the ice box next to him. “Ice cold.” He winks. 

Immediately, Toji sits up, making me slide off his body while his arm that had been around me falls away. I watch Toji reach out a begging hand. 

“Thank God. The heat is insane.”

My parents laugh. My dad passes him a can and the both of them crack their beers open at once. They bump their drinks before taking long, thirsty gulps. While I watch them, I subtly snake my leg around Toji’s, almost using him as a bolster. After almost inhaling half the can of beer, he turns around and offers me the drink. I shake my head. It’s not even noon yet, and I don’t think I would like to be drunk by four in the afternoon. 

Propping my head on the palm of my hand, I lay on my side as I stare at Toji’s back, observing the hard lines and curves of his muscles moving with every little movement he makes. I don’t know how long I have been watching him, but he turns to me a while later when his conversation with my father has come to a standstill. He stares for a while before he brings up his sunglasses to sit on top of his head, at the same time brushing his hair back. 

“Wanna soak in the sun, Princess?” 

I smile. Holding my hand out, I say, “Yes, but you have to help me with the sunscreen.”

Toji takes my hand at once and pulls me to sit up. “Of course,” he promises. 

So I take off my sundress, leaving myself in a two-piece bikini. I fold it nicely and put it into my bag, only to turn back to Toji to see him ogling at me with dark, mesmerised eyes. It makes me smile, knowing just how much this rock-like personality can be so expressive only when it comes to me. I take my sunscreen out of my bag and hold it out to him, which he takes, slowly. He is still staring at me. 

“You can do my back, Toji,” I chirp, immediately flopping to lie down on my stomach. 

He doesn’t respond and doesn’t do anything for a while. Then I hear the cap of the sunscreen bottle opening and I get myself comfortable. 

Toji’s hands are warm and rough, but so gentle and careful as they spread the lotion on my back. He is slow in his caress, almost like he wants to savour this moment, and I am enjoying it so much that I can already feel myself trying to fight off the brain fog. He even goes under the strings of my top piece, making sure that every inch of my skin is covered. 

And when he gets to my lower half, Toji shifts himself to kneel next to my hip where he lathers the cream down the back of my thighs and calves slowly. He makes sure to get my ankles too. But I have to snap my eyes open to look at my dad when Toji goes back up where he spreads the lotion on my ass cheeks, even sliding his fingers under the hem of my bikini to make sure he has covered all grounds. 

My father glances over then, making my heart pound and my body hot for a whole second before he looks away. I glance down at Toji and realise that he has situated himself so strategically that his broad back would be shielding my parents from the view of Toji fondling my ass. 

I suck in a breath and purse my lips as I turn my head to the other side when Toji starts sliding his hands between my inner thighs. His touch and caress are sensual as he rubs in the lotion, making me feel so many things at the pit of my stomach. He rubs his calloused hands up and down my inner thighs, his thumbs slipping under my bikini piece to give me the full experience of his fondling as he massages the meat of my pussy in circles. 

I am biting hard on my bottom lip when I lift my head and crane my neck to gape at Toji, who is already watching me. As if that is the exact thing he wanted, his lips stretch into an naughty smirk and he finally takes his hands off of me. He takes the bottle of sunblock and chucks it next to me. 

“Princess can do her front on her own.”

I watch in disbelief as he gets up, dusts himself off, and goes to take his seat in his beach chair next to my dad. They are already in conversation as they crack open another beer, and I am left hot and bothered on Toji’s beach towel. 

A little bit annoyed and very much frustrated, I flip onto my back and sit up, aggressively grabbing and opening my bottle of sunscreen. I am probably not as thorough as Toji is in lathering me up, but I can blame him for starting something he knows he cannot finish, leaving me wanting more. Once I am done, I throw my sunblock into my bag and go back to lying down, grabbing my own towel in my bag to throw over my face. 

I can hear my parents and Toji talking about how busy the beach is, how nice the weather is, and how long they haven’t been anywhere close to open waters. Taking in a deep breath, I drown out the conversation happening next to me, soon feeling peaceful and ready to take my nap. 

I don’t know how long later, but I wake up briefly to flip onto my stomach when I am aware of the sweat on my body. I rest my cheek on my hands and easily go back to napping again despite the cacophony at the beach. I am still in my half-conscious state, taking in all the sounds around me, when I feel a warm, wet hand on my ass and a tickle on my cheek. 

As I slowly wake up from the fogginess in my head, I feel a kiss pressed to my cheek, water droplets now on my skin. I hum and nuzzle my cheek on the back of my hand even more. 

“You look so good, baby,” Toji’s husky murmur warms my face as he presses another kiss to my cheek. He kneads my ass, his thumb playing with the hem of my bikini. 

“Wherem’re p’rents?” I mumble sleepily. 

“They went back to the car to get something.” Toji leans back away from my face now, though his calloused palm is still fondling my asscheek. “You guys parked far?”

I hum as I think, though I just end up almost dozing off again so I lift my shoulders slightly to tell him that I don’t know. Toji tsks and slaps my ass lightly before leaning down again close to my face. 

“Give me a kiss, baby,” he murmurs. 

I turn my head and pucker my lips, though my eyes are still shut. Toji presses a long and firm kiss on my pillows and I feel him give me one last caress to my ass before getting up, probably going back to his beach chair again. 

This time, when I try to go back to sleep, I find it hard to fully stay unconscious. So I attempt at continuing my nap for the next 10 minutes before flipping onto my back. Shielding my eyes from the sun, I turn to the side where Toji is still sitting alone, looking all intimidating, topless in his beach chair, the water droplets on his body glistening in the sunlight, his semi-wet hair in clumps. As if hypersensitive to my movements, he tilts his head to take a peek at me over his sunglasses. 

“My parents?” I wonder groggily, my voice hoarse and slurred. 

The corners of his lips turn down slightly as he pushes up his sunnies again. “Dunno.” 

I take a second to shut my eyes again and inhale a deep breath to wake myself up. Toji is already watching the beach goers again when I sit up, his arms resting comfortably on the arm rests, his one hand holding a beer can. 

I get up and rest my palm on his shoulder, making him look up at me as I move to sit on his lap, his wet boardshorts already sticking to my skin. Immediately, he moves his hands out of the way so that I am situated between his legs, sitting nicely on his thigh. Toji circles his arms around me for a second to transfer his drink to the other hand so that he could rest his cool palm on my waist. 

“You went into the waters, Toji?” I wonder as I play with his bangs. 

He hums in reply. That’s a yes. “Had a nice nap, Princess?” I nod to his husky murmur. He grunts and kneads my flesh gently. “Don’t wanna sit in your own chair?”

I shake my head and shift myself until I am leaning into him, my face in close proximity to his. “You’re more comfortable.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re making me lose my shape from eating all your leftovers,” Toji teases as he flicks the underside of my chin. He brings his hand down to rest on my lap now. 

“So you have a literal dad bod.” He doesn’t, but I grin at him cheekily anyway. 

He clicks his tongue and scowls at me, though I know he means it jokingly. Wrapping an arm around his nape, I lean into him and rest my head in the crook of his neck, half-crossing my legs so I can be closer to him. The man sets his beer can back into the cup holder of his chair so he could rest his palm on the curve of my ass. I am enjoying the nice breeze when I feel his hand caressing my mound, his fingers lining and toying with the hem of my bikini bottom. It only makes me hum in content as I move to stick my ass out more, giving Toji more to hold in his hand. 

Taking that as a good sign, he curls his fingers under the fabric and starts stroking my skin with the back of his digits. I lift my head slightly to kiss him on his neck. Toji’s other hand that had been on my lap slithers to wedge itself between my legs, his thumb rubbing a spot on my inner thigh. 

“Toji…” I try to murmur as a warning, except it comes out breathy and sultry. 

His chest rumbles beneath me as he hums. “Hmm? You alright, baby?”

I decide to stay quiet and nod my head, wanting to see what Toji would do next. Not at all to my surprise, he starts inching closer to my crotch, finally rubbing the back of his thumb on my clothed pussy. I cannot help but to rub my thighs together, at the same time allowing Toji to push the crotch of my bikini aside, the back of his thumb sliding between my lips. Forcing his thumb between my legs, he manages to find my lips gradually being lubricated with my juices. He hums in satisfaction, having found what he wants. 

Using his knuckle to rub and tease my lips open, he slides his thumb up and down my slit. He finds his way back up to my clit, smearing the little nub with my cum. Toji tilts his head to press a kiss to my hair, almost like a sweet gesture, before rubbing my engorged clit with the knuckle of his thumb. I sink my teeth down on my bottom lip as I cling onto my boyfriend, my nails digging into his flesh. Toji slips his other hand away from my ass, only to give me a light slap to my ass cheek. As if to soothe me from the sudden jerk my body did, he caresses my waist, running his rough palm up and down my side. 

I widen my legs just a little, giving Toji more access to my pussy and at the same time trying to feel up his erection unsuccessfully. Frustrated by the space restraint for my thigh to be rubbing on his tent, I take a hand away from around his neck and rest my palm on top of his cock, feeling just how warm and hard the bulge in his boardshorts is. Experimentally, I give his erection a stroke. Toji lets out a low groan.

Dipping his hand deeper between my legs, he finds my pussy now seeping with my juices. Squeezing my thigh with his hand, he teases my entrance with his thumb by rubbing my hole before slipping his finger inside of me. I moan at the sensation of his rough digit in my cunt, my hand on his crotch squeezing the rock hard tent in his shorts. Toji moves his thumb in and out of me slowly, fingerfucking me at the beach where my parents are soon coming back to. 

Suddenly reminded of my parents, I widen my eyes and still my body. Toji feels how stiff I have gotten and stops what he is doing. He dips his head so that his lips are brushing my forehead. 

“Everything okay, Princess?”

I move on his lap so that I am properly clinging onto him now and my head is right next to his. I squint into the distance and spot my parents walking back with bags in their hands. Feeling Toji slipping his finger out of me, I quickly turn away and grab hold of his wrist, keeping him there. He looks at me worriedly. But I give him a sweet smile and lean in to give him kisses on his lips. 

“Keep going, Toji,” I murmur softly, sultrily. 

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Rubbing the length of his finger along my puffy lips, Toji leans in to kiss the spot below my ear. “You’re getting wetter, Princess,” he whispers, his hot breath tickling my earlobe. 

Seeing my parents getting closer, I bravely whisper back, “Wanna put it in, Daddy?”

Toji is always a daredevil when it comes to sex, but I know that he would never agree to this if he had known that my parents are returning. However, since he can’t see them from where he is sitting, he readily agrees by taking his hand out of my bottom and pushing me gently off his lap. As I get off him, I bend over to grab his towel, only to suddenly receive a slap to my ass. I hear Toji let out a needy groan behind me. 

As I spread out the towel to drape over the lower half of my body, Toji pulls me closer by the hip before pushing aside the crotch of my bikini bottom. I lower myself slowly until I feel his tip poking between my lips. Shimmying my hips to fit his cockhead between my folds, Toji squeezes my waist and pulls me back slowly, allowing me to take his size in. Toji groans, and I don’t even need to turn around to know that he probably has his eyes shut and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He always enjoys the first time he enters me. 

I am still getting myself adjusted to his girth as I slowly take in his cock when my mother shouts my name, sounding just a few metres away from us now. “We got ice cream!”

Immediately, I freeze and my entire body goes cold. Toji, always the one that takes care of everything, tightens his hold on my waist and curses under his breath as he pulls me to sit down, completely taking him in now. I let out the most pornographic moan and Toji lets himself enjoy my pulsing tightness with a low groan before he gathers me quickly towards him. He carries my legs and brings them to rest on his thighs so that I am sitting on him, facing slightly to the side. 

“Daddy—”

“Shh, baby,” Toji hisses, now making sure his towel covers our connected parts well. 

I turn to give him a pout for the tone he used with me. He cups my chin and pulls me in almost roughly in his haste, giving me a quick apology on my lips. It is an unexpected but heart-fluttering act that has my pussy throbbing around Toji’s meat. Embarrassed, I lean into his chest and rest my head on his shoulder, hiding my face in his neck. A few seconds later, my parents finally join us again, this time with a few bags in their hands. Toji squeezes my waist as he turns to them. 

“Got more beer,” my father announces with a grin, lifting the bag in his hand. 

“Good, ‘cause this was the last one,” Toji says as he presents the can in his hand.

“And we got ice cream,” my mother says as she fishes out my favourite ice cream from her bag and holds it out to me. 

I gasp and move away from Toji. “Thank you!” I am so excited that I have a hand on Toji’s abs, pushing myself up slightly to reach out for the ice cream bar. 

Toji’s body tenses up, especially when I sit back down with the ice cream in my hand. I turn to him and see him widening his eyes slightly at me in warning. I give him an embarrassed giggle. Holding the ice cream out to him, he takes it and opens it before giving it back to me. 

“You went into the water, Toji?” my dad asks as he plops down on his chair with a new can of beer. 

Toji takes one last sip of his and crushes up the metal cylinder in his hand. He hums. Before my mother returns to her own chair, she passes Toji a new can of beer. He opens it and takes a long swig of the golden liquid. 

“Yeah. It’s nice,” he finally answers. 

My dad glances at me, realising that my body is not wet. “You didn’t go?”

I shake my head. Before I get to reply, Toji mutters, “She was napping the entire time. Just woke up a few minutes ago, this Princess.”

“She slept on the drive down here, too,” my father mutters. 

Toji clicks his tongue. I stare up at him and he gives me a mock scolding look. “Sleepyhead,” he says, smacking the side of my thigh. 

My pussy clenches around Toji’s cock, making me blush when my boyfriend starts caressing the spot he abused, his eyes dark on me. My father stands up and takes his singlet off. He turns to his wife next to him. 

“Shall we go in the waters too, honey?”

My mother immediately takes off the skirt she is wearing so she is in her bathing suit. She agrees, “It’s so hot today.”

Toji looks up at the two of them standing and says, “The water’s cool so you’ll like it.”

“You two want to come?” my father invites. 

Toji lets me answer for us, to which I shake my head. He turns to my dad and promises, “We’ll take good care of the beer.”

“The only person I’m worried about getting to the beer is you, Toji,” my father teases. Then, he calls out to my mother and they both start towards the sea. 

Now that it is just the two of us, I move away from the hard wall of muscles to look at my boyfriend. His eyes immediately flicker down to my lips where I am giving my ice cream kitten licks. As I start to say something, he pulls me towards him with a hand on my nape, his lips already on mine. I spread my lips as I let a moan into his mouth. Toji’s tongue slips between my pillows and hums when he tastes the sweetness on my tongue. He kisses me with hot passion, with overwhelming love, with gentle caresses. By the time he breaks the kiss, I am heady and dazed from the kiss, my pussy probably slobbering all over his meat. He brushes my hair away from my face as he slides his hand along my cheek, finally leaving his hand cupped around the back of my neck and his thumb resting behind my ear. 

He presses a kiss to my forehead and places his chin on top of my head, my face now buried in the crook of his neck. I can feel the rumble of low voice reverberating through his chest as he murmurs, “Naughty girl. You knew they were coming, didn’t you?” I don't say anything. After all, how do I lie to someone who knows me even more than I do myself? Toji rubs my arm. “Today’s a nice day, huh, baby?”

I nod my head. Toji is quiet as he watches the people on the beach. After a few moments, I move away from his body and frown, “Aren’t you going to touch me?” 

He looks at me over his sunglasses, a teasing look in his eyes. “Huh. Aren’t you a little daredevil?”

I whine and pout, so Toji rests his warm, heavy palm on my collarbone, caressing me gently as he moves his hand closer to my chest. He leans in to drop a kiss on my shoulder, at the same time prodding me in a different spot with his cockhead as he moves closer to me. 

“So many people are watching, sugar,” he mutters, now lining kisses across my neck like an invisible necklace. His hand drops to my tits now, brushing his knuckles on my mounds, over and over. “And this is a kid-friendly beach.”

I tilt my head back with a low moan when he starts making out with the side of my neck, right where he can feel my pulse pounding against my skin. He is fondling, almost playing with my tits now. If it weren’t for the heat of the sun, I would have thought we were in the confines of a private space. Attempting to fight against the tantalising pleasure Toji is swallowing me up in, I dig my fingernails into his skin as I grasp onto his bicep. 

“Toji… Daddy…” When he wouldn't stop, I have to swallow that haze clouding my mind and snap in a terse voice, “Toji.”

Finally, he lets go of my skin with a dissatisfied groan and drops his hand to my lap. His cock is twitching between my soaked walls, harder than he has ever been. I lift his sunglasses to rest them on top of his head. His dark eyes are on mine, almost begging. 

“You asked me to touch you, sweetheart.” 

Is he whining?

I bite back a smile. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn't mean it.” He gives me another pleading look. He looks very stupidly cute for a grown ass man who is pouting. “Heat of the moment and all that.”

Toji lets rip a loud groan, his final tantrum thrown as he crashes his forehead against my collarbone. “Fucking cock tease,” he grumbles under his breath. 

I slap his bicep as I pout at him, to which he only rolls his eyes. I whine and move towards him to kiss him on the lips as an apology. “You weren’t going to fuck me here anyway,” I say, except it comes out more as a question than a statement. 

“Oh, I was, honey. Have I ever denied you of anything you ever wanted?” I think about it, and with a pink tinge on my cheeks, I shake my head. Toji sighs. “Whatever. You’ll just have to cockwarm me until I’m soft again.”

I laugh because that is never going to happen. But I indulge him as I nod, leaning in to drop a kiss on his cheek. Toji leans back and takes a long sip of his beer. I go back to finishing my melting ice cream. Toji’s other hand caresses my back absentmindedly, his fingertips drawing lazy circles. 

“Toji,” I complain. He isn't helping the situation. 

He darts confused eyes to me. “What?” I let out a louder whine when he rubs my waist cajolingly. He is even more puzzled now. “What, baby?”

“Your hand!” I finally groan. 

Toji quickly removes his hand from my body, lifting it in the air in a surrender. “Didn't know you didn't want to be touched at all. Sorry.”

Another groan immediately comes out of me as I throw myself at him, burying my face in his neck. He isn't sure what to do, especially when I’d just scolded him for touching me. But I blindly grab his wrist and slap his palm on my back. So he strokes me gently, almost carefully. He sets down the beer in his other hand to brush my hair behind my ear so he could drop a kiss on my temple. 

“You alright, Princess? The sun too hot for you?” I shake my head. “Hungry?” Another shake of my head. “Tired—? No way, you slept so much. Thirsty?”

I finally give up and lift my head off his collarbone to whisper in his ear, “I’m horny, Daddy.”

“Jesus, baby,” Toji curses, his body relaxing against me, his hand now comfortably rubbing my back. “I thought you were mad at me.” When I huff and rest my cheek on his shoulder unhappily, he asks, “Can’t even wait till we get to the beach house to settle down for the night?” I shake my head. Even if we did get back to the beach house, my parents would be there, cockblocking me from getting fucked real good. “What should we do then? Hide behind some trees?” 

I lift my head with a hopeful look at that idea, which only receives a disbelief chuckle from him. I moan when he gives me a light, teasing slap to my cheek, my gummy walls fluttering at his gently mean action. Is he trying to drive me nuts?

“Not happening, sweetheart,” he states, still smiling, obviously enjoying how much of a spineless slut I become when I am horny. “I have a better idea.”

I am asked to get off of him, much to my dismay and annoyance. But he promises me that I would have my way as long as I am a good girl for him, which I am, though with some sulking. 

Toji packs up our things and tells me to wait there while he looks for my parents. I watch him cross the beach, observing the way women are noticing him. It makes me so smug that this man is mine, especially when he walks back to me with a cheeky smile and takes my hand in his. He picks up our belongings and walks me to his car. 

We’re off as soon as he keeps everything in the boot, heading off towards the beach house where we would be staying for the night. He reaches over to place his hand on my knee, massaging my inner thigh sensually. I lift my legs to rest my feet on the dashboard. 

“What did you tell my parents?” I wonder as I watch his hand creep closer to my core, his veiny hand slipping under my sundress. 

“That you’re cranky and moody, so I had to bring you back.” I whine and smack his arm, though he merely chuckles. His hand finally reaches my crotch. He rubs my pussy over the fabric of my bikini and I eagerly spread my legs. Toji slides my swimwear aside to swipe the tip of his finger along my lips, only to curse. “Fuck, Princess. You’re so fucking wet.”

Sliding two fingers inside me easily, he pumps me slowly with his digits, allowing me to rock my hips against his thrusting motions. I move to press my cheek against his arm as I let out sensual moans. At every stop light, Toji leans in to kiss me, the both of us making out until the car behind him has to honk to make him move on a green light. I have to take several deep breaths as I watch Toji lick his lips and swipe the corners of his mouth with his fingers, his other hand still playing with my wet pussy. 

By the time we are parked outside the beach house we are staying at for the night, Toji is bricked up so hard that he throws me over the shoulder the moment I get out of the car and storms his way into the accommodation. He fumbles with unlocking the door for so long that he almost has to break down the door. But once we are inside, Toji wastes no time. He throws me on the couch and I grin at him as I wiggle out of my bikini bottoms. Throwing the fabric at my boyfriend playfully, Toji catches it and presses it to his nose, giving it a long and good sniff. 

He lets out a long moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Then, he sets his lustful gaze on me, throws my panties to the ground, and stalks over to me like a predator. With his hands on my bent knees, he slides them under my thighs as he drops himself on the couch, crouching as he lifts my legs to rest them on his shoulders. I have to hold my breath as I watch his face get closer to my pussy. 

He glances up at me through his bangs and with those eyes still on mine, he swipes his tongue slowly along my wet lips. I shudder in pleasure, longing for some dopamine release. Toji readjusts his position to a comfortable one as he drops a line of kisses on my pussy. Then, he takes my puffy lips in his mouth, almost like he is making out with my cunt, his tongue digging between my folds and flicking at my hole over and over. My hands fall to his black locks, my fingers grasping around his soft strands as I arch my back in pleasure, my toes pointed and pressing into his shoulders. 

“Oh, Toji…” I whimper when the man enters a finger into my hole, pumping my wet pussy slowly while his mouth sucks gently on my clit. 

It feels so good being touched and pleasured like this, but I want more. I’ve been waiting since the beach and I don’t have the patience for foreplay right now. Tugging on Toji’s locks, I separate my boyfriend’s face from my pussy just enough to get his attention. My throat closes at the sight of the bottom half of Toji’s face glistening with my juices. He licks his lips, frowning in confusion at me. 

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I whine. Taking a hand off his head, I point to the door-to-ceiling windows facing the quiet beachfront. 

Toji quirks an eyebrow at me. “On the balcony, baby?”

It wasn’t what I had in mind but I still think about it. I shake my head. “Against the window.”

He leans back a little, surprised that I am actually being serious. “You want people to see?”

Moving so that I’m no longer lying on the couch, I flip around to get on all fours as I stare out at the beach facing our residence. “There’s no one,” I reply softly. Toji can’t help but to drop his head to latch his mouth on my ass, sucking and kissing my flesh, while his hand fondles with my other cheek. I look back to see him watching me. So I ask again, “Against the window, Daddy?”

He finally lets go of my mound. As he drops a kiss on my ass, he stands and leans over me, his sturdy arm wrapping around my waist to carry me off the sofa. He sets me on the ground and presses his lips to my ear to murmur, “Anything for my kinky little princess.”

Tapping on my butt, he urges me forward. While I walk over to the window, I turn around to see Toji pulling his cock out of his shorts. Feeling my heart jumping in my chest, I quickly turn back around to press up against the window and perk my ass out. Toji grabs my hip while his other hand reaches out to slap his meat on my ass cheek. Eager to finally be satisfied, I push my ass out even more. Toji lets out a low groan. 

Before he does anything, he leans down to press a kiss on my back. Then, he traces my ass crack with his cock and finally meets my throbbing pussy with his tip. We’re both groaning as he rubs his cockhead up and down my slit, coating his meat with my juices before he fits his tip between my lips, perfectly at the entrance of my cunt. 

With a hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder, he holds me there as he sheaths into me slowly. Toji lets out a long groan as his fingers tighten their grip on me. I just know that he is putting in a lot of effort not to ram into me completely. The moment he is entirely buried inside of me, Toji wraps his arms around my body, pressing me to him. Always wanting to be as close to me as possible every time we fuck, he snuggles his face into the crook of my neck. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet and warm around me, Princess,” he groans into my skin. “So fucking good…”

I let out a deep breath and place my hand over one of his. Sliding it down my body, I position his hand at my crotch. “Gonna fuck me, Daddy?” I pull his finger to rest on my clit. “Make me squirt all over your cock?”

“Fuck, baby,” he swears. He adjusts his stance and grips my hip tightly with one hand. “I’m going to ruin your pussy,” is all he says before he starts ramming into me like a dog in heat. 

With his other hand on my crotch, he begins rubbing at my swollen pearl, making me mewl and moan like a slut. I press my fingers into the glass window as I rock my hips, at the same time slamming my ass back against Toji’s cock every time he sheathes into me. The male lets out low, feral groans with every thrust, clearly relieved now that he is finally relieving all that sexual tension stored inside of him. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. I’m going to cum,” Toji growls. “Gonna put a fuckin’ baby in you, Princess. Fuck,” he curses. Feeling my tightening walls, he chuckles breathily. “Yeah? You like the idea of that, sweetheart? Wanna be knocked up by me, huh, d’ya Princess?”

I whine in embarrassment. The house is filled with the sticky, loud sound of Toji’s hips slapping against my ass every time he pounds into me. It is hot, and honestly so dirty that I can’t help but feel sexier. 

So I crawl my hands down the window slowly, until my ass is sticking up in the air and my back arch is so visible Toji groans and leans down to drag his nails over my skin, leaving red marks in his wake. Taking his hand away from my clit, he cups my ass cheek and kneads my flesh. 

“Oh, fuck, baby girl,” he moans, almost whining. His hand on my ass squeezing hard. “I’m cumming, baby. Daddy’s going to cum,” Toji grunts out. 

With his both hands now gripping onto my waist, he makes one final thrust into my soaking cunt and holds my hips pressed up against his cock as he shoots his seeds far and deep into my womb. He moans and whines my name the whole time, almost as if to ground himself. His hips twitch a few times as he empties more of his seeds inside of me. 

Finally, when his breathing slows down and his moans turn into grunts, I lift myself up, only to see a man standing on the beach, staring into the house, his one hand holding onto the leash of his dog. 

“Toji, there’s—”

I stop when he suddenly leans in and nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, at the same time driving his cock deeper inside of me. He moans against my skin and calls out my name so breathily that my heart stops for a second, only to start racing. 

Feeling his hand creep down to my crotch, he rests his middle finger on my sensitive pearl. Toji rocks his hips just so slightly and caresses my swollen clit with his digit. My walls grasp onto his meat and I have to drive my nails into his bicep as I hold onto him, trying to stay grounded at his ministrations. This time, Toji tilts his head so he has his lips by my ear. 

“You’re so hot, baby,” he moans. His husky voice, his almost-dirty praises, and the way his digit rubs so gently on my clit make my heart soar. “Wanna fuck you all day.” 

He lets out a grunt as he makes a hard thrust into me. Toji pulls out slowly and just before he rams into me again, he adjusts his head to rest his temple on mine. It is at this moment that he must have finally noticed the man and his dog watching us because he freezes so suddenly, his finger no longer teasing my clit. 

“We have an audience, baby.”

“I know,” I answer breathlessly. 

Toji pulls back slightly, making me turn to face him. His eyebrows are furrowed. “You knew?”

I give him my most innocent look as I nod my head. “I tried to tell you but you ignored me.” 

His green orbs slide up and down between my eyes and my little pouty lips. He leans in and licks me slowly from my chin to my pout. Then, with a kiss, he grunts into my mouth and resumes his slow fucking. I whine when he taps lightly on my sticky clit. 

“Kinda hot, huh, Princess?” 

Toji grunts as he makes a slow but hard thrust into me, his tip pushing against my cervix. I let my eyes roll to the back of my head as my head thumps against his collarbone. 

“Having a stranger watch us fuck in your family’s beach house…” He lets out a breathy groan. Dipping his head down to nose the back of my ear, he mutters lowly, “Give him a nicer show, why don’t you, baby whore?”

A small gasp falls from my lips when he bends to bring up a leg, hooking his arm under my thigh so that I am opened wide and bare for our audience as my boyfriend continues fucking me slow and deep. Toji brings his other hand up to lick his digits before poising them on my clit and I immediately brace myself against the glass panes. 

The moment he speeds up his fucking and begins toying with my swollen pearl, my brain turns into mush. I can’t think, I can’t speak. Lewd moans and horny gasps are all that I can offer every time Toji grunts dirty praises into my ear. I know that the man and his dog can surely see the look of intense pleasure on my face. But Toji’s girthy meat is sliding in and out of his little cocksleeve, so tight and warm and snug just for him. The bumps of his veins, the ridges of his cockhead — they feel so good against my wet walls. 

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Toji groans into my ear, his tongue sloppily licking at my lobe. “You’re getting tighter. Gonna cum for me, Princess?” I can only bite on my bottom lip and nod my head. He sucks in a deep breath and massages my red pearl with more passion. I let out a whine, especially when my only standing leg trembles. Toji growls at how tight my pussy has clamped down on his thrusting cock. “You’re so close, aren’t you, little one?” 

I can only use whatever energy I am left with to hold myself up against the window and fuck myself back into his impaling cock. Our chemistry, our rhythm, our bodies, even our breathing, are so in sync that when Toji tightens his hands on my flesh, I throw myself against his body, my arms going behind me to snake around Toji’s neck. His arms wrap around my waist until our bodies are skin-to-skin with no spaces in between. He makes one last thrust into my tight pussy and it is the end for us. 

Toji has to bury his face into my neck as he bites down on my shoulder to muffle his loud groans and shouts. I can feel the pulsing of his balls against my ass, the flood of warm seeds in my pussy. Even through my black out of pleasure, I can hear the pornographic moans and screams from my mouth, my entire body twitching and trembling against Toji’s tight hold around me. I don’t think I have been visited this long by my orgasm. Every time I think I am about to come back down to earth, Toji makes a tiny hip movement and another wave of mini orgasm crashes through my body. 

By the time the calmness that only follows after sex blankets my body, I realise how close Toji and I are. I am still in his arms, the both of us standing before the window. If we just wait for the sun to set more, we might just look like one deformed person standing in the silhouette. 

I look out into the distance and notice the man with his phone out, definitely filming us. I let out a content sigh and turn slightly so my nose is in Toji’s hair. The older man lifts his head just enough so that he can look me in the eye. I give him a little smile. His green orbs flicker down to my lips, just staring for a few seconds before he cups my jaw gently and leans in to press his lips to my smile. I melt into his kiss, just letting him hold me. 

Finally, when we pull apart, I pull his arms away from my body as I give him a cheeky grin. “I think we were filmed,” I say as I stick my finger out in the direction of where our only audience is. Toji tilts his head to glance out the window, only to roll his eyes and groan. I try to step away from him. “But I think I want to keep that video. I’m gonna go—“

Toji immediately stops me, his eyes turning into slits. “You’re staying here.” I open my mouth to argue, but he interrupts me before I get a word out, already knowing what I would be complaining about. “I’ll get the video. You go clean up before your parents come back.”

I perk up with a bright smile. “You would?” 

He slides his calloused hands down my sticky waist before he steps back, now slipping out of me. I watch him walk to pick up his board shorts to slip them on. And just before he leaves for the balcony, he pecks me on the lips and flicks the underside of my chin. 

“Anything for my baby.”

“Oh!” 

I look up with round eyes, startled by the exclamation. Two ladies are blinking at me, looking left and right as if searching for someone. I quickly swallow the tart I am chewing and smile politely at them. They could after all be our company’s customers. 

“Hi.”

One of them gives me a concerned look. “Where is your father?”

I knew it. They’re our clients. 

Smiling apologetically, I murmur, “Sorry, my father couldn’t make it today. However, if you have any concerns, you may speak to me—“

A lady looks confused while the other is frowning. “Eh?” She scans my face for a moment before shaking her head as if to get rid of any misunderstanding between us. “I mean the man that—“

“Hey.” A warm, heavy hand rests on the small of my back, its presence already flooding my being with security and comfort. Even though I am aware of who the newcomer is, I tilt my head to look up, at once meeting Toji’s soft gaze. He leans down and gives me a soft, haste peck on my lips. When he parts from the kiss, his thumb rubs my back as he murmurs, “Mr. Kondo said he would buy us a TV for our new place as a wedding gift.”

“A big one?”

“65-inch, at least, I told him.”

“S-Sorry for intruding but…”

I had totally forgotten about the two ladies that had approached me before. I let out a small gasp as I turn to them quickly. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” I apologise anxiously. “You mentioned you were looking for my father, right?” 

There is a long beat of silence and the air around us is electrified by awkward tension. I take in the horrified looks and gaping mouths of the two females, their eyes anxiously darting between Toji and I. 

Ah. 

I tilt my body slightly and place a hand on Toji’s chest. He slides his palm down to rest on the curve of my waist. “This is my fiancé, Toji Fushiguro.”

“Oh— I—“

They are fortunate that someone calls out for them, saving them from their stuttering. With a quick bow, they take their leave. I watch them scurry off for a while longer before glancing up at Toji, only to notice his face coming closer. He gives me a quick, soft kiss on my lips, his hand on my side caressing me gently. He pulls away but his tender gaze is still on me. 

“What was that for?” I wonder, though I am not complaining. 

He hums. “It’s nice to hear you call me your fiancé.”

“Wait till we’re married and I get to call you my husband.”

“I think I would die.”

I giggle, which gets me a squeeze around my waist in return. He leads us back into the house when I complain that it is getting chilly. The familiar interior brings me back to the first time Toji and I were here, the place where all of this had started. 

Stopping at the foot of the stairs going up, I glance at Toji, who is staring into the dark corridor upstairs. Then, he turns to me, a cheeky glint in his eyes. 

“Shall we relive our first time, baby?” 

<< Part 1 🔞, Part 2 🔞, Part 3 🔞, Part 4 🔞

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[writing-with-sophia]

Common character motivations

Revenge - seeking to get even with someone who has wronged them

Love - driven by romantic feelings for another character

Greed - motivated by a desire for material possessions or wealth

Power - seeking to gain control or influence over others

Justice - motivated by a sense of fairness and a desire to see justice served

Redemption - seeking to make up for past mistakes or wrongdoings

Curiosity - driven by a desire to learn or discover something new

Duty - motivated by a sense of responsibility or obligation to others or a cause

Ambition - driven by a desire to achieve a specific goal or succeed in a particular endeavor

Fear - motivated by a desire to avoid danger or harm

Guilt - driven by a sense of remorse for past actions or decisions

Jealousy - motivated by envy or a desire to possess what another character has

Betrayal - motivated by a sense of betrayal or desire for revenge against someone who has betrayed them.

Ambivalence - a character who is conflicted or uncertain about their goals or desires

Freedom - a character who seeks to escape from a restrictive situation or society

Fame - motivated by a desire for public recognition or notoriety

Identity - driven by a need to understand or define who they are

Family - motivated by a sense of loyalty or obligation to their family or loved ones

Discovery - driven by a desire to explore or uncover hidden knowledge

Patriotism - motivated by a love for their country or a desire to protect it

Rebellion - driven by a desire to challenge authority or the status quo

Artistic expression - motivated by a need to create or express oneself through art, music, or other creative endeavors

Religion or spirituality - driven by a desire to connect with a higher power or to live according to certain beliefs or values

Altruism - motivated by a desire to help others or make the world a better place

Atonement - driven by a need to make amends or seek forgiveness for past actions

Nostalgia - motivated by a desire to return to a simpler time or relive past experiences

Status - driven by a desire for social or professional standing or recognition.

Insecurity - driven by a need to prove their worth or gain acceptance from others

Legacy - motivated by a desire to leave a lasting impact or to be remembered in a certain way after they're gone

Survival - driven by the need to survive in extreme circumstances, such as a natural disaster, war, or an apocalyptic event

Belonging - motivated by a desire to fit in with a certain group or community

Love of knowledge - driven by a passion for learning and acquiring new information

Addiction - motivated by a compulsion to engage in a particular behavior or activity, such as drug use or gambling

Inciting incident - motivation driven by a specific event that triggers or sets the character on their journey

Fear of death - driven by a fear of their own mortality or the mortality of others

Intimidation - motivated by a fear of others or a desire to intimidate others for personal gain

Envy - driven by a desire to possess what others have or to be like someone else

Manipulation - motivated by a desire to control or manipulate others for their own benefit

Protecting others - driven by a desire to protect loved ones or innocent people from harm

Sense of duty - motivated by a sense of responsibility to fulfill a particular role or obligation.

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[slayfics]

Katsuki reaches out to you after ghosting you.

Katsuki rested his head back on the headrest in the car chauffeuring him to his hotel. He had been on this mission for 11 days now on the other side of the country than he was used to. He was thankful this mission had a driver who specifically worked with chauffeuring heroes around. It meant not running into Uber drivers that were fans. Most importantly, the agency that assigned the chauffeur to Katsuki knew to pick out drivers who didn't make small talk.

Katsuki put in his earphones for the drive wanting to drown out the day's events in music. The problem was he had no idea what the hell to listen to. That's when he wondered. Were you awake? Were you listening to something?

Back in U.A., you, Eijiro, and Denki bugged the crap out of him until he agreed to join you all in a dumb-ass video game you three were obsessed with. He hated video games and thought they were a waste of time. But, he gave in just so you all would shut up. He even made a Discord to join in voice chat.

Although, It didn't take long for him to get angry at the game and accidentally explode his computer. He still kept the Discord app, however, and even installed it on his phone. From time to time he looked to see if you all still joined in the same voice chat to play whatever game caught your interest. The times he saw you all talking were few and far between now that everyone was busy with hero work. He had noticed though, that whenever you listened to Spotify it showed on Discord what song you were listening to.

From time to time when he was away on extended missions he'd look to see what you were listening to. It was hard when he was away. He knew he wasn't good at words. Honestly, he'd rather shoot himself than call you and say some dumb mushy shit like he missed you. Sometimes he hated that he was this way. He'd seen Eijiro communicate so easily with Mina every time he was away, why couldn't he be like that? Why was this shit so hard for him?

Katsuki opened his discord and saw you were indeed listening to Spotify. He clicked on your username and it popped up that you were listening to Shirt by SZA. He navigated to his own Spotify to play the same song and read the lyrics along with the song. Some of the lyrics jumped out at him.

Kiss me, dangerous Been so lost without you all around me

In the dark right now Feeling lost, but I like it

Is that how you felt about him? Lost and in the dark? Did his actions when he was with you not carry through the space and time when his hero work kept him away from you?

He knew he should have called you, texted you, or something in the past 11 days he was gone but- You could have called him too. Damn it. Why did you both have to be so fucking stubborn? Katsuki inhaled sharply. He was probably just thinking too much about it. Even though he hadn't listened well to this song before, he knew it was popular at the moment. That was probably the only reason you were listening to it. He was being too egotistical making it about him. Surly you were fine while he was gone.

The song ended and he navigated back to Discord to see what song you were listening to now. That's when his eyes widened, grip tightened on his phone, breath caught in his throat. You were listening to that damn stupid song the class of 1A played at the summer festival. The one he played the drums in all those years ago.

You were thinking about him. Fuck. He ran his hands over his face frustrated with himself. If he were more like Eijiro even that fucking idiot Midoriya, you'd never question how he felt about you because he'd be able to say easily and gracefully. The fact was though, that just wasn't him, and he just couldn't. Simple as that. However, this did give him the slap in the face he needed to reach out to you.

Katsuki opened his messages and scrolled down to his text thread with you to type out a message.

I'll be back next week, what are your days off?

He watched anxiously as three dots appeared while you typed. Would you tell him off for not reaching out to you for almost two weeks? Would you accuse him of not caring?

I have Monday and Tuesday off.

Can I see you Monday?

Your next response left a lump in his throat and mist in his eyes.

You can see me whenever you want Katsuki.

You were too forgiving of him, too patient and he knew he didn't deserve it. You deserved someone who could say all that fucking cheesy shit, someone that didn't ghost you for two weeks because they were afraid of their feelings. But for some reason, you never seemed to mind, and you always welcomed him back in. He tried so fucking hard to show it when he was there, and he hoped that you were seeing it. He was trying. In the best way that he could.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover

[princessbrunette]

𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃a continuation from the rafe and puppy universe…(click me) ࣪

rafe doesn’t always treat puppy!reader so nicely. infact, sometimes she really tests his patience.

he drags you through the front door to tannyhill with a hand wrapped around your arm — thick gold rings wound round his fingers undoubtedly leaving bruises in their wake as he yanks you inside. you can’t keep up with his long strides, tripping over and having the eldest cameron repeatedly carry the entirety of your weight with his hand everytime you stumbled— wrenching you back to your feet.

whilst this occurs, he lectures you through grit teeth — at the end of his tether. “what’d i tell you huh? what’d i fuckin’ tell you ‘bout manners?” he asks and you’re not sure if it’s rhetorical, letting him march you up the stairs to his bedroom.

“its no big deal—” you hiccup through pained whines as you try to pull away from his stern grip, only making him tighten it.

“nah, nah — you knew exactly what you were doing at the country club. running that mouth when i — i specifically told you to behave today.”

there had been a very high class event, ward forcing rafe to take you along to get you accustomed to the kook-lifestyle after so long of slumming it at the other side of the island. you were ditsy, but not dumb — you saw the way the camerons looked at you, with pity — like you simply weren’t made for this world. thats why you got so attached to rafe, he didn’t pity you. it was tough love, so you assumed — the boy constantly lecturing and berating you but would be the first to save you from any potentially damaging or dangerous situations, and god forbid anyone spoke to you as poorly as he did.

the afternoon was unsavable from the start. you may have been responsible for the large chocolate fountain at the food table falling, you’d accidentally insulted the president of the country club to his face, you’d mistakenly smeared food on the back of rafe’s shirt, and when rafe was rightfully lecturing you for that — you bit him. you bit him infront of one of the important businessmen he had been trying to impress. you understood his anger for once, you’d messed up.

he tosses you onto his bed making you stumble onto it, turning around to watch the way the boy angrily rifles through his dresser drawers, furiously continue to ramble at you. “you know i’ve been saving this, yeah — saving this from when you really messed up. ‘cos i knew you would. you’re a pogue, and you’ll always be one. and — and i’ve been here, tryna look after the runt of the litter — and yet you still disrespect me.” he shakes his head and you watch forlornly, watching him find what he was looking for and begin to pull it out.

“well you wanna run that mouth? wanna— wanna bite me in public? i’m gonna have t’treat you like the dirty pogue puppy you are— okay? didnt wanna have to do this kid but you leave me no choice. s’gotta be me to discipline you, alright? c’mere.” in his hand, you instantly recognise to be some form of muzzle. like the type you’d see on a dog, but this time perfectly crafted to fit a female face. you’d had no idea where he’d got such a cruel item, he had to have had it custom made just to shut you up, a sick fantasy he’d been sitting on. you cower, and he’s unphased.

he undoes the buckles on the side so that he can put it on you, but not before yanking your hands to his belt and leaving them there. “undo this. you’re gonna wear this, n’then you’re gonna let me take what i want from you. a’ight? i’m in charge. you’re gonna learn your damn lesson whether you like it or not.”

you whine as you obey him, trembling fingers fumbling for his belt. the worst part about this, was that you couldn’t deny your arousal. the manhandling, the degrading — you were a sensitive girl, who had sensitive needs, but something about the boy you had such a crush on, the same boy who would deny reluctantly cuddling you to sleep when you had a bad dream that one time, treating you so mean was making your cunt ache with need.

“i’m not gonna bite, i just want to kiss again.” you wail weakly as he brings the muzzle to your face, scoffing out a chuckle that read directly as ‘fat fucking chance’. rafe had kissed you a few times. moments of weakness. he couldn’t deny his feelings for you but — well, actually yes he could. he did deny his feelings for you, and often too. he was head over heels and he didn’t like that.

“kiss? you— you think you deserve a kiss after the way you behaved today?” once the muzzle is fastened and you’re staring up at him with big watery puppy dog eyes, he finishes up with yanking off his belt and undoing his zipper, trying to ignore how your pitiful expression looked. rafe was mean but he wasn’t an idiot— he knows you didn’t mean to be the way you were. you were innocent, naive — but god if taking advantage of that didn’t get him off.

his heart twinges at the sorry look on your face so he flips you over onto your front on the bed, body sprawled out and bouncing from the force. “nah…” he answers his own question as he tugs your dress up your back to reveal your soaked through panties between trembling thighs. he thumbs at the wet patch above where your hole sits meanly, scoffing. “you’re gonna shut up and take this dick. maybe then you’ll get your damn kiss.”

[hetalian-veteran]

Hetalia Feels Like Home

I initially sat down to write something that would be a quick and easy read. Something you could read in a minute or two before you continue scrolling. But the more I thought about what I wanted to say, and everything that ties into it, the more I realized that this was going to be a much longer post.

I want to talk about, what else, Hetalia. But more importantly, I wanted to talk about how this show, and by extension, it's fandom, has not only left a massive impact on my life, but me as a person. I have a lot to say here, so strap in.

I'm going to start by explaining where I was in my life when I first watched the series. Then I will move on to explaining what I liked about it and how it entertained me. I'll also go into the different interests and fascinations that branched off of it. After that I'll discuss my seven-and-a-half-year hiatus from the fandom and what it's been like coming back.

Like many fans, I was a tween when I got into Hetalia. Specifically, twelve years old, and just barely into middle school. And for a number of reasons, this was the first time in my life that I began to seriously struggle with my mental health. While I don't feel comfortable divulging too many details, I will say that my homelife growing up was fairly chaotic. I understood that plenty of other kids out there had it way worse than me, but I can't say I was doing too well either. (Sidenote: me and my family are doing great now, in case you were wondering).

At the beginning of sixth grade, I was diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and PTSD all in one fell swoop. This, on top of things at home, was already a lot for twelve-year-old me to handle. And having to deal with the stressful changes that came with a new school and puberty was the watery icing on the crummy cake.

As mentioned in a previous post, it was a new friend I made that introduced me to Hetalia. You can read about it here, but in short, I was sent into the show completely blind and found myself both lost and confused. I initially decided the show wasn't for me, but after some convincing from my friend, I gave it another shot. I returned home to watch the show again and tried to have an open mind.

And it was then that it clicked for me. This show was about events in world history and geopolitics. And the countries of the world were all being portrayed as their own personified characters. Greatly stereotyped characters, to be sure. But it was still an interesting concept. One that was new to me. Not to mention, after I got over the initial whiplash and understood the abnormal flow of the almost non-existent narrative, I discovered something. Not only was this bizarre show a comedy, but it was freaking hilarious! I remember sitting at the computer laughing my head off with every episode. When I finally understood how the show worked, it became a fun, wild ride.

And more importantly, it made me happy. During a very dark time in my life, right at the beginning of adolescence, I found a show that managed to make me smile. All during a time where I felt like I forgot how to.

And then I discovered the fandom.

Now, I was not new to fandoms. As someone who grew up deeply invested in the Warriors series in elementary school, and who happened to have access to the internet, I was exposed to fandoms at about the age of ten. Heck, probably even earlier, seeing as I am from a family full of nerds. But the internet definitely gave me a much more immersive way to interact with fandom.

I don't know exactly how I found the Hetalia fandom specifically, just that I loved finding and reading fanfiction, as well as looking at cool fanart and headcanons to add to my Hetalia board on Pinterest. But goodness, if the show hadn't gotten me totally hooked on Hetalia content already, the fandom certainly did.

Now, I made it a point to not be social online growing up. Mainly because I managed to be socially awkward not only in real life, but on the freaking internet of all things. Not to mention my elementary school teachers showed us videos about the dangers of talking to strangers online as a kid, and that scared me straight. As a result, I never talked to anyone online about Hetalia. I was part of a Facebook group, but that was it. Instead, I was just lurking around and taking in all kinds of fan content. And it was the fan content that really dug its claws into my brain, as this is how I learned about all of the fanon.

I saw all the different ways people interpreted the characters, and all the different ways the characters could be depicted regarding different ideas and concepts. Once I realized how versatile the characters could be in fan content, my own creative brain went into overdrive. While I never posted anything, I found myself creating my own fanart and fanfics. And without realizing it, started to construct my own versions of these characters in my head. Characters that began to feel more personal to me individually. As if I knew them.

But Hetalia didn't just get the creative juices flowing. As is the case with many fans, I became deeply invested in world history as well. I wanted to know everything there was to know. I began watching WWI and WWII documentaries frequently. I found myself researching the formation of Europe after school for fun. I endlessly researched the history between Austria, Hungary, and Prussia. I became deeply invested in learning all I could about the Kingdom of Prussia and the Teutonic Knights. It got to the point where my mom got me a book on the entire history of Prussia in seventh grade, and I was over the freaking moon about it!

Hetalia also managed to get me interested in my ethnic background and where my ancestors are from. I began to research my ancestry and was ecstatic when I learned that I potentially had family that hailed from the Kingdom of Prussia. I also got super invested in learning about all the cultures that made up my background, and since then I've been learning all I can in an effort to connect with them. Especially since as an American, that's a part of me I'd often felt disconnected from. Hetalia truly inspired me to dig into my family's history!

Not to mention that the character songs for Hetalia absolutely slapped. A lot of them are certified bangers, and you cannot convince me otherwise. Songs like 'Aiyah 4000 Years', 'Mein Gott', 'Pub and Go', and many others would play in my brain on repeat.

Ah yes. Hetalia truly had me in its grasp. I was deeply obsessed and invested in Hetalia and so much of the content within the fandom.

I mentioned earlier that there was a lot going on growing up, and that I struggled with some pretty severe mental health issues for a tween. The reason I felt the need to bring that up was because I genuinely feel as though this played directly into why I got so into Hetalia. In a world where it felt like everything was falling apart around me, Hetalia gave me a reason to laugh and smile. It gave me new creative outlets to further explore. It helped create new interests, hobbies, and passions. It gave me characters I came to deeply love and find enjoyment and even comfort in.

But most of all, Hetalia became a safe space for me. An escape when things got too difficult or scary to deal with in the moment. A space where I felt comfortable. Where I could be myself.

And then, after four years of being deep into Hetalia and its fandom... I lost interest.

Now, this might sound a little odd, considering how much I emphasized the importance of Hetalia in my life up until this point. But for some reason when I was going on sixteen years old, I just fizzled out. I can't explain it, but over time, I slowly began to care less and less about Hetalia. Not because I hated it, but because I just... Sorta dropped off. I remember having this feeling of, "I've already seen everything the fandom has to offer," so I suppose that could have been the reason. Either way, I started to drift away from the series and fandom that had previously brought me so much joy.

And it was weird. For a solid week there, I was both parts accepting of my losing interest and panicking over it. Again, this only lasted for a week before I fully took off from the fandom and series. But losing my interest in Hetalia felt like losing a dear friend. Which, at the time, was also happening with the friend who got me into Hetalia in the first place. Life took us in different directions, and we drifted apart. And for some reason, my love for Hetalia went with him.

And then I was gone from the fandom for about seven-and-a-half years. Everyone would say that Hetalia was the fandom you couldn't escape from, but I really didn't think that was true for the longest time. I mean, yeah, I would find myself humming 'Pub and Go' once in a while, but other than that? I didn't think about Hetalia at all. I never thought about the characters, I didn't think about the series every time I looked at a world map, and I certainly wasn't shipping countries together. But even so, the effects of my time in the fandom were still there. And over time, I began to dislike it.

Not the effects, but how deep into Hetalia I was back in the day. Like many others, I cringed looking back at my middle school self. Still do, honestly. But in high school the annoyance for my middle school self was unreal. I was irritated by what a freaking weird kid she was. And after I found out about some of the controversies that somehow went completely over my head? I became deeply ashamed of having ever liked Hetalia and being in the fandom. I didn't think about it too much at the time, but there was definitely this feeling of, "I cannot let anyone know I was into Hetalia." A phase common among old Hetalia fans.

And yet, somehow, against all odds, after years of being away from the fandom and Hetalia itself, even after a new season came out... I came back just earlier this year. Several months ago as of writing this if we want to be more precise.

But what was it? What brought me back? Well, I'd say it's a combination of two things.

First off, the theory of Germany being HRE came into my mind. I don't know why this happened, or how this came up. But either way, my brain was now fixating over that theory, as well as the interesting writing ideas that can branch off of it.

Second off, and I think this may be the most important one, is that I had recently gotten into an accident at work that temporarily took away my ability to write and draw for several months. The two things I am most passionate about, and were my number one stress relievers, were now inaccessible to me. And as medical treatments did nothing to help, and my condition got progressively worse, my mental health took a steep decline as well. I began to fret over the idea of not being able to write or draw ever again. I would lay in bed sobbing over the idea. (My hand is better now by the way).

And it was during this difficult time that Hetalia somehow came back and found me again. After Hetalia came back to my mind, I decided to look it up on TikTok just because. And I was floored when I saw how many Hetalians were on there! I even checked back in with the Tumblr side of the fandom and saw that, sure enough, you were here as well! I had seriously believed that the fandom was dead and gone, but it was still alive and kicking to some extent.

And so, I decided, "Why not?" And rewatched the entire series. And next thing I knew, I found myself diving into the fandom once more. I created this blog to try and connect with other fans, and I'm so glad I did. This blog has not only been doing wonders for my mental health, but it's been so fun and wholesome to see the fandom as it is today.

I find it interesting that I found or came back to Hetalia during difficult times in my life. Maybe there's a reason for it, or maybe it's just coincidence. Who can say? But what I can say is this.

Hetalia, and more importantly, its fandom, have been a massive comfort to me in my life. It has affected so many of the things I now love and find enjoyment in. It's impacted my absurd sense of humor. It's impacted the person I am now because I engaged with it on such an intense, visceral level. I find so many of the characters to be comfort characters for me now. No matter what, I'll always have them.

Hetalia truly feels like home to me. And I think that's largely why I ended up coming back after all these years. Now, however long I'll stay this time around is anyone's guess. But even if I do take off again, I know I'll be back. At some point or another, I'll be back.

Because Hetalia makes me happy. Because it gave me reasons to continue laughing and realize that life doesn't end just because something bad happens, or because life is painful. Because it gives me endless creative material to use and draw from whenever I want. Because connecting with Hetalia and its fandom feels like reconnecting with an old friend.

Because Hetalia feels like home.

[breakerwhiskey]

001 - ONE

In 1968, two women find themselves in rural Pennsylvania during what turns out to be some kind of apocalyptic event. By the time they discover that everyone else is gone, it’s too late to figure out what happened. Despite not liking each other at all, the women work together to survive, until six years later one of them sets out on her own, driving around the country to find other survivors. This is her, calling out to anyone who might listen.

Year 1 of Breaker Whiskey is complete and can be enjoyed in its entirety by listening to Episodes 001 through 260. Thank you to everyone who joined us for this first leg of our journey and stay tuned—Whiskey will return.

In the meantime, send us a message from your timeline by going to breakerwhiskey.com.

Breaker Whiskey is an Atypical Artists production created by @thelaurenshippen. Transcript under the cut. For more episodes, click here.

Breaker, breaker, Channel 19, is anyone reading? [click, static] This is…uh- sh--

[click, static]

Whiskey…Alpha Romeo- this is Whiskey Alpha Romeo, calling out. 

[click, static]

Once again, that’s Whiskey Alpha Romeo, currently along I-80. 

[click, static] Breaker, breaker. [click, static]

You know, I just realized how bad those initials are, but that’s the rule right? W for east of the Mississippi, which–isn’t that a bit backward? Shouldn’t it be W for West? Anyway, W for east of the Mississippi plus the initials of your name– but I mean, still, WAR is a bit…Whiskey, I guess is okay. Though that’d be the part of the call sign that everybody in this area has, so…not really specific. 

Then again, it doesn’t seem like anyone is here – no other W-call signs to mix me up with. So if you are listening somehow, Whiskey is…fine. 

I don’t have a number? I don’t technically have any kind of license either, but who would be giving them out, right? I mean, in that case, I guess trying to stick to any kind of convention is sort of pointless at this juncture, so I could’ve picked any old name… 

But, I mean, we all have to hold on to whatever bit of structure we can to stay sane, right?

And I don’t know, I have the pamphlet for this thing and it feels like I should follow it to the letter. 

You know, this thing has been sitting in our garage for five years and this is the first time we’ve sent a signal out? I mean, we’re remote, yeah, but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t’ve–

[click, static]

Sorry, not we. The first time I’ve sent a signal out, though Lord knows she never did either. And never will, I mean, I doubt she’ll even notice this is gone, I doubt she’ll miss it, I doubt she’ll miss–

[click, static]

Anyway, here I am, clogging up the airwaves. I think that’s bad etiquette. But if no one is listening, there’s no one to offend. 

[click, static]

Yeah. Well, like I said. Whiskey Alpha Romeo along I-80–I’ll stay on this frequency for the rest of the day. Um…signing off. 

[izicodes]

Hello! Do you have any advice on getting into freelance coding or remote jobs in the field? I'm having trouble with my current endeavors of applications and my current customer service job isn't doing me well enough to want to stay, so I'm hoping for progress sooner rather than later. Anything helps, thank you!!

Hiya 🖤

Thanks for reaching out with your question about getting into freelance coding or remote jobs. Making a transition can be challenging, but with dedication and strategic steps, you can definitely progress in your career.

Firstly, consider specializing in a specific field of computer science rather than trying to learn everything. This will help you become an expert in a niche, making you more attractive to potential clients or employers.

The big thing to look at is (1) what specific job do you want? Don't know yet? That's the first thing you need to find out. (2) Found the job you want? Go to this website "roadmap.sh" and click the job title you want and look at the roadmap to become it. (3) Have an idea of what you need to learn? Now study :)

Here are some extra key pieces of advice:

Public Code Repositories

Showcase your coding skills by contributing to public repositories on platforms like GitHub, GitLab, or others. This allows potential employers to see your projects and assess your coding abilities.

Online Certifications

Earn certifications from reputable online courses like Freecodecamp, Codecademy, or SheCodes (if you're a woman). Displaying these certifications on your LinkedIn profile adds credibility for remote work or even freelance work because then clients will trust your skills more if it's back up with evidence (projects and/or certificates).

Links: "Massive List of Thousands of Free Certificates" / "The Udemy courses I use" / "FreeCodeCamp" / "Codecedemy" / "SheCodes" / "Udacity" / "Coursera" / "Google"

LinkedIn Profile

Revamp your LinkedIn profile to reflect your job title. Use a title that aligns with your dream job, and highlight your skills, certifications, and projects. You don't even need work experience OR do what a lot of my developer mates do have no work experience and set your "job" as a self-employed freelance developer... little cheat there~!

Links: "LinkedIn Career Explorer" / "Tips for speaking to/reaching out to Recruiter" / "Tips for Landing Your First Entry-Level Developer Job" / "Career Services for Web Development" / "The Talent Cloud Community: Careers Workshop"

Volunteering

Help someone out with a project for their business or whatever. For example, I helped a guy I met in a programming discord server build his portfolio page for free, but I care more about the experience. Search online for volunteer jobs with your dream job title e.g. Volunteer App Develope, but in your country would be better. The experience you can you can add to your LinkedIn. the project you work on you can add to your resume/experience.

Link: "SkilledUp Life"

Networking

Connect with professionals in your field on LinkedIn, even if you don't know them personally. Growing your network can open up opportunities and expose you to valuable insights. Events in person or online, servers (I found volunteer opportunities here), forums, Twitter (I found some mates on there), Instagram (another place I found developer friends). Networking can even help with building group projects~!

Link: "Tips for speaking to/reaching out to Recruiter"

Project Building

Work on both small and big projects to demonstrate your capabilities. Highlight these projects on your resume and portfolio.

Links: "Building projects after learning a new concept advice" / "Tips from learning using multiple resources" / "Tips on learning programming with ChatGPT" / "Harvard University Free IT Courses" / "The Udemy courses I use" / "Free Programming Books" / "Coding Advice for beginners" / "800 free Computer Science classes"

Online Presence

Share your learning progress and projects on various platforms like Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, LinkedIn, or YouTube. Employers often appreciate candidates who actively showcase their work and commitment to learning. I made a post for Tumblr coding blogs:

Link: "Codeblr Blog Advice: 8 Blog Coding Post Ideas"

Good luck!!

[the-bitter-ocean]

10 12 and 15 for isat ask game :3

(FULL GAME SPOILERS + 2HATS/A6SE SPOILERS ) Thank you for asking these questions @aroace-poly-show ! I’m going to answer 10 since 12 and fifteen I’ve already in previous asks! If you’d like to know my answers to those you can find them here (ask 12) and here (ask 15) I have a ton of headcanons for both the setting of the game as a whole and also for individual characters but for now I think I’m gonna focus more on the world building aspect in this ask! I won’t delve into all of them but I’ll grab some that I talked about to my friends:

10- any headcanons about the in-game world? (about the forgotten island, craft types, just like. world building hcs, etc)

For the island I like to think the people living there would collect dandelions, folded paper cranes and looked for shooting stars because all of those are methods of making a wish. I also like the idea of there being festivals and ceremonies where people would make and light up lanterns to put in the sky. I also think that the Island had a close trade relation to places like Vaugarde (Bambouche specifically given how close it is to the island + both areas are coastal and how its cultural aspects seem to have major overlap in some areas as well with the favor trees etc). We don’t know a lot about the island or its culture in game but from what little we see from Siffrin’s memories and optional content in game it is very fascinating. I like to think out of all the countries the island is the more technologically advanced (given the studies on the stars and cultural practices of wishcraft/ time craft that region could have been the main ones studying it, hence the lack of info on either of these things once the island got wiped from everyone’s memories). I love when people in aus and fics and art explore the effects of this post game. Seeing everyone’s interpretations on whether the islands culture slowly gets remembered or more stuff about time craft/wish craft gets discovered or explore the effects of the color red being a permanent thing people can see now due to the events of act 5 is wild to think about.

In general I like seeing the different cultures views/ gods / faiths and belief systems and seeing how that affects the environment and characters who live within it. Odile mentioned having multiple gods aka “Expressions” (polytheistic) and that you build shrines / pray to only the ones you need in that moment, Mirabelle believes in the Change God (monotheistic) and Siffrin believes in the Universe (which to me reminds me more of a way of life/ belief system / conceptual idea of “Fate” itself rather than a conscious thinking autonomous being in the way expressions or the change god is ) All in all having these different elements makes the setting feel more open and interesting/ grounded in reality which u appreciate immensely. In the photos listed down below I said my personal HCS about the country of Mwudu since we don’t really get to hear about it in game aside from passing mentions and flavor text when you click certain objects.

[sainz100]

Hello!! Here's a little guide on how I browse Insta for F1 moments!! ❤️🏎️✨ there are probably much better/more efficient methods out there, but here is my usual way I tap at my phone during GP weekends:

📸 via hammertimemagazine!

1. I usually start with the GP's location!! Location tags are the main way I browse for content on insta.

tbh, I'm not sure if insta lets you see other users' tags in stories? like at the moment, I can't see who tags @ danielricciardo for example (but there maybe is a way!! and what I do is overly convoluted hehe) However, you can see location tags!

First, I'll go to the GP's or the circuit's account like the Vegas GP below

2. Location tags can have specific and various wordings, so I find it easiest to go to a post and click on a location tag from there (there are so many location tags!! for example, the tagged photos for the Las Vegas GP also have locations like "Sphere" or "Las Vegas Strip" but these are less F1-focused, so I usually don't go for broader tags or just the city at-large unless the F1-related tags run dry. More on that later!)

so here in the post below, I'll click F1 Las Vegas

3. After clicking on a location, it should take you to a map like this!

I will note too, I'm on an iPhone and someone once said they couldn't see this map on Android T_T but uncertain what the issue was and this was a while ago!

4. If there's a colorful circle, there are stories to see!! 💖✨ Now I click away.

As stories pop up, I take a look at where they're posting from, like if they're in the paddock, sponsor areas, with the media, or a cool spot on track. If they are, that means their other stories may have some cool stuff, too! If something seems promising, I'll click on their account name at the top.

5. Once in the account you can view all their stories. Since we know they're at the GP, they may have other nifty moments!

6. And they do!! This is how I find content that's not in the location tag.

7. If it's one of the blorbs and it feels gucci to share, I'll save it and do a bit of editing real quick if its over-exposed/kinda blurry/etc. and then post it on here!!

8. Now I'll go back to the location tag and repeat! After clicking through all the stories in that batch (since insta loads like 20 max at a time) you can go back off the map, re-tap the location name, and the circle will re-fill with new stories. When there aren't anymore to see, the circle will be grey.

9. You can also x out of the location to main map. This will show more of the location tags in the area. I do this sometimes to see more locations I wouldn't have thought of!! Sometimes there are other tags people use and they can have cool stuff!

once through with the 20 or so stories that insta loads into the batch, you can wiggle around the map to reload it and get a new batch.

😵‍💫 as a quick note, this method (while fun to see the world!) leads to seeing a lot of unrelated-to-F1 content so it can be a bit of a time-suck

10. The last step is being extra, extra nosy and checking stories from GP-related accounts. News outlets, sponsors, musicians performing there, influencers, influencer management agencies, F1 Experiences, etc. Often brands will have country-specific accounts like redbullmexico or redbullhu which follows athletes/celebs who might be at the GP, so I'll look at their following list and click through stories.

Certain reporters often post wonderful photos! There are also of course professional photographers there!! (and it feels extra extra important to always source pro photographers' work!! It's a hard field!! And I am a mere content yoinker.)

Because I love to make life hard, I don't follow anyone on Insta and I usually keep to browsing only GPs/sporting events. I used to keep up with a musician where I kinda learned these insta ropes, and I spent a bit too much time on the web. I need to put some artificial barriers to make it tougher for myself on purpose so I go touch grass every now and then and enjoy other hobbies 🌿✨

and that's it!! ❤️ I finally understand the appeal of fishing. Sometimes you find something small, sometimes something big! You never know! I kinda like the challenge and it's a bit joyfully mindless after work, so it feels fun to teleport around through the magic of the web to see a GP.

☝️😎 Quick notes I feel I should add: folks can see if you view their stories. I use my fan account instead of my irl name account.

Also, I always handle this content thoughtfully. These are often folks' memories from race weekend they're sharing! I feel thankful to see it!! So I try to ask myself if it feels in good-taste and appropriate to re-post before sharing on tumblr dot com of course. And I'm only interested in publicly available content, but I give it a vibe check before posting ✨ and I like to source content (unless its after a GP and the stories are gone and its just a random potato gif I made!!) I usually sit on little gifs through a weekend to make a bigger set after its over.

anyways I felt like mentioning these things since I often get lost in the content sauce and like to be sure I'm sharing stuff responsibly!!

AHHH this got long!! 💞 while fun, insta diving can take some time. On a week like this, when work gets bananas, I don't have as much time to surf, and I'm so immensely thankful to other cool folks posting and sharing what they find!! 💝✨ thank you!!

if you have any questions, my ask box always is open!! thank you for reading and happy searching!! 💞🔍✨

[starlightswordfight]

🇵🇸 PALESTINE RESOURCE MASTERPOST: HERE 🇵🇸 (RESOURCES FOR OTHER COUNTRIES HERE)

→ VETTED FUNDRAISER MASTERPOST

-> PCRF

→ CLICK TO HELP (DAILY, FREE, YOU CAN DO IT IN MULTIPLE BROWSERS)

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introduction is below the cut, but i want people to look through the above links or at least save them for reference!! they're resources and explain important things far better than I could and I do not want them going ignored. do what you can and then keep doing it. please

[if you do donate to a fundraiser, PCRF, etc., reach out to me!! I'll draw/write something for you!! we can talk out specifics, think of it as indirect commissions. this offer is always open]

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╰┈➤ 🪸 INTRO AND FUN FACTS YAY 🪸

∘₊✧ My name is JEREMY! HI!! Will also occasionally go by Collin. Don't worry about it

✧ HE/HIM pronouns! + star/fish neos are also fine but not necessary!

∘₊✧ 19 years old! (NOT comfortable with NSFW interactions or additions to my posts or anything like that please don't)

✧ My AO3 is STARLIGHTSWORDFIGHT!! I also have a discord but it's more personal so I won't be giving it out here. (I do have a plant garden discourse alt here if you're into plants!!)

∘₊✧ I love talking to people!! Absolutely feel free to reach out!! I struggle a lot with talking clearly, it is not you, it's my evil twisted disorder brain. it is Worse than it used to be but I am trying

✧ special interests include pikmin, adventure time, marine science and astronomy :D!! ask about sea urchins it will be okay (ominous)

∘₊✧ I am evil shadow skull

╰┈➤ 🪼 TAGS I USE WHILE POSTING OOOOOO 🪼

∘₊✧ #pikmin - all of my pikmin thoughts and art. all of it. [except ocs!! those are under #pikmin oc]

✧ #voyage log papillon - infection au. I write fanfiction

✧ #system failure au - robot collin au. I still write fanfiction

✧ #flukuey friend group from hell - my awesome ideas centering around the castaways from that planet being friends after the events on pnf-404. I wouldn't call it an au, it's largely Making It Up Headcanon, but I post about it so much it still has its own tag!! my bestest most favoritest scarabs

∘₊✧ #adventure time - EXACT same thing I do with pikmin except with adventure time

✧ #dandori time (soon!) - it's going to be so awesome just give me a minute. you'll NEVER guess what it's about

✧ #ten of swords au (soon!) - well. let's justr say

∘₊✧ #important - serious posts I reblog for reach or information purposes. some are very heavy so it's also there for people to filter if needed

∘₊✧ #jeremy screams about [stars/fish] then dies - I want you to guess

∘₊✧ #sea urchin sunday - SEA URCHIN SUNDAY

∘₊✧ #jeremy lore post - admin rambling that never EVER stops!! I have this as a tag so people can filter out looking at it if they want. the madness has largely been moved to an alt but that thing is filled with mental illness so watch out

[reversedanatomy]

Finding Peace: Chapter 5

TW: Self-pleasure, swearing

Author's Note: I threw this together in like a little over an hour in-between studying so it's messy, but I have IDEAS I want to throw out

You felt flushed, frustrated, and embarrassed. You rubbed your thumbs against your forefingers inside your pockets until they felt raw, and you counted the steps you took in-between each sidewalk crack. Your head fuzzed with compulsive thoughts. You felt yourself drowning in your introverted insecurities.

You were still mulling over the events that took place yesterday at the coffee shop. You replayed the redhead’s words in your head again and again, followed by your flighty response to get the fuck out of there due to your uncomfortableness. She was just trying to be nice, maybe even be your friend, but your anxiety made you jump to conclusions without any forethought.

In addition to this, you were panicking as you started towards your first day at work. The office wasn’t too far from home, but you still made use of the public transit system to give yourself plenty of time to pace outside the building to calm yourself down. You had no idea how work was going to react to your inability to speak Norwegian. The interviewer ensured that the office primarily spoke English, but you still felt like an asshole for not being able to speak in their native tongue.

You peered out of the bus windows as you rounded the street corner. Your eyes widened at the sight of a large, modernized office building with large glass windows wrapping around each story. With the rest of the city’s aesthetic, it caught you off guard how “American” this place was. American might be a very selfish, small-minded opinion about the building, but you quickly related this place to Chicago’s infrastructure.

After giving yourself some time outside of the bus to practice a few, reassuring breathing techniques, you headed inside to your first day at work. You met the practice manager, made quick acquaintances, and found yourself quickly at peace with the hospitality of the office employees. The job itself was not far from what you were used to, and so you found yourself useful quickly. Everyone appreciated this. You felt appreciated.

Time passed slowly, as it usually does on everyone’s first day of work. There was a lot of learning, especially becoming accustomed to new systems that you had never seen before in the States. Your manager was patient with you as you adjusted. As time felt slow, however, the clock was quick to click to 5 pm. A standard 9-5 never lasts as long as you think.

One of your coworkers you acquainted yourself with walked up to you as you were readying your things to leave. “Hey, some coworkers and I were planning on getting an afternoon coffee and we wanted you to come with,” he spoke politely. You already felt invited through his low, smooth voice.

“Yeah! I’d love to,” you turned to him with a smile. You packed up a textbook that your office had given you regarding the technicalities of the common systems you were going to use at work and slung your bag over your shoulder.

“Perfect,” he returned your smile warmly and walked you outside, where a man and another woman waited. You knew the coworker who invited you as David. David was also from the States, and you two connected quickly over how nervous you two both were first moving to Norway. The other two coworkers who you met outside were named Oskar and Olivia. They were siblings born in Norway to parents who immigrated from the UK. They found themselves speaking English more often than Norwegian growing up, but they were still fluent in both languages.

You followed the other three as they entered the bus towards downtown. You entertained the small talk as everyone asked you about where you specifically came from, what traditions are true versus exaggerated, and how you’re faring in a new country thus far. You responded with questions about their traditions, customs, and the language. You knew you’d always be viewed as an American here, but you wanted to do your best to seem at least a little less confused.

All four of you exited the bus, and they led you several blocks down the walkable streets. “This is our favorite place to go to unwind after work,” David said. “I hope you like it just as much as us.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” you replied reassuringly. You were too caught up in conversation to recognize the familiarity of the street, however. When you all arrived at the coffee shop, you felt your breath escape you as you realized this was the same coffee shop you had been at the day prior. The same coffee shop where you had made a fool of yourself. You froze.

“Something wrong?” David asked as he held the door open for you. You broke from your shock and shook your head.

“Oh, no, haha it’s fine,” you laughed uncomfortably. “I was here yesterday. The coffee was really good, but I made a fool of myself trying to order.”

“Don’t worry, I can order for you,” David looked amused. “Just let me know what you want.”

“As long as you teach me how to order after. I still want to get it right.” David nodded in agreement to your request.

You all entered the building, and you quickly looked around to make sure the redhead wasn’t here again. Nothing would be more embarrassing than having to explain that you were nervous to be here for more reasons than just stuttering over your broken Norwegian. You asked David to order you a hot vanilla latte. He gave you a thumbs up and turned to the barista. For a man who was born and raised in the States, you couldn’t even tell he was an American. He spoke in perfect, unbroken Norwegian with a respectable accent. Of course, you probably couldn’t tell much of a difference coming from your background, but it was still impressive.

Despite your efforts to pay yourself, David paid for you. All four of you sat down at a rounded table with ample seating, and the conversation continued. You had a lot of fun laughing and sharing old memories with new people. Time continued to pass, and the conversation began to dwindle as your coworkers shared their mutual interest in parting for the night. You let them know you’d be staying a bit longer to decompress, and the three politely left to head home.

You leaned back into your chair and let out a content sigh. You felt pleased with the new friendships that you had made with your coworkers. Your mind was so preoccupied that you hadn’t had time to worry about adjusting to a new life and leaving your old life behind. You were excited that every day could be like this, and you felt confident you came to the right place. You let your mind wander.

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar, thick Russian voice shocked your mind back to reality. The redhead was standing across from you, holding the top of one of the other chairs in one hand and a coffee in the other. You felt yourself grow hot with embarrassment once again.

“Uh..” you felt yourself stumble over your words as you tried to formulate some coherent thought. “Oh, yeah, no, go ahead,” you presented your most signature, lingering, awkward thumbs-up. The redhead smiled back at you and took a seat at the table. She pulled out her phone and began sipping her coffee. A few moments later, she glanced up.

“Oh, I should’ve asked. Is this table taken, too?”

“Um, it was but they all left,” you felt stiff and anxious in her presence. Maybe she didn’t remember what happened yesterday, and she’s just trying to have a nice time with some new people. Maybe she was also decompressing after work just like you were.

“Bummer. Hey, you were reading a Norwegian-English dictionary yesterday, right?” Ding, ding, ding. She remembered. You felt a pit rise in your throat.

“Oh, uh… yeah that was me.”

“You ran away before I could talk to you about that,” she chuckled, but hid her smile as she sipped from her coffee again. Cute, you found yourself thinking. You quickly found yourself lost in her green eyes. She held your gaze with a very familiar sense of confidence. It was that familiarity that helped you lower your shoulders and unclench your jaw in her presence. She continued, “I was in the same boat as you whenever I moved here, so if you want any tips and tricks to learn it a bit faster, I’d love to help.”

You latched on to the subtle enthusiasm that graced her tongue when she said the word ‘love.’  You nodded in agreement a little quicker than you intended to. You must’ve looked like some obedient puppy the way you jumped on that opportunity. The redhead was firm in keeping her calm demeanor.

“Great,” she smiled brightly. Her face lit up, and you thought you saw a sparkle in her eyes. “How do you feel about meeting this Saturday in the morning? I might have some errands I need to run, but I can text you when I’m free.”

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be free.” You took a deep breath in and felt the clarity wash over you. “I guess I’ll be seeing you on Saturday, then, you.. uh…”

“Natasha.”  What a beautiful name, you thought to yourself.

“Natasha,” you repeated it just to hear it roll over your tongue. There was a pause. Two pauses. Your heart started racing even faster. She was still looking at you, and you forced yourself to keep eye contact as if you were scared to be rude by looking away. There was this unbelievable tension that started to build, but it wasn’t the good kind of tension. It was the kind that made you want to scratch your arms and beat your head into the wall. Natasha seemed unfazed, however. She was fine. You, however, weren’t fine, and you wanted to scream to break this silence. Did you say her name wrong? Did she catch on to the way you said it? Why wasn’t she saying anything? Why couldn’t you say anything?

“So…” Natasha broke the silence. “I’m going to need your number if I’m going to be texting you, y’know.” Ten seconds of silence between the both of you, and you spent it wondering if you had said something earth-shatteringly wrong. She just wanted your number. This was just a professional interaction between the both of you so she could share her recommendations on learning Norwegian. You, on the other hand, were making everything uncomfortable and awkward. You didn’t know why you felt this way, but you knew there was some blatantly different feeling that you felt towards her that was unrelated to the previous encounter the day before.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you found yourself laughing over your own confused way of thinking. Natasha held her phone out for you to put your contact information into. She was smiling amusedly. You were glad that she could keep her confidence even when you froze from overthinking. You gave her your number, and decided then and there that you should probably call it for the night. “I’m sorry to be leaving so soon, but I’ve already been here a few hours and I should probably get home to start getting ready for work tomorrow.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you and having an actual conversation with you…”

“Y/n,” you had forgotten to properly introduce yourself when she gave her name.

“Y/n.” Natasha looked saddened that you weren’t staying long, but she was respectful towards your boundaries. “I’ll be texting you.” Her tone changed a bit when she said that last part. You didn’t want to analyze the way she said it the way you overanalyzed everything else she said, but you couldn’t help but feel that she was intentionally being flirty towards you.

You left the coffee shop feeling some weird feeling in your chest. You didn’t want to put any labels to it just yet. You had just met the woman, so putting labels to a new name felt rushed. You just wanted to feel it. You wanted to feel it so badly as you took the bus home.

You wanted to feel her it so badly when you walked through your apartment door and threw yourself onto your mattress. You quickly threw down your pants and recovered your memory of the way her red hair framed her face and complemented those stunning green eyes. You felt every part of her accent rolling off her tongue, pushing her words deep inside of you. Your entire body pulsated and throbbed with her flirtatious invitation. Sure, you wanted this to remain a professional encounter for this weekend, but you wanted this other side of her, too.

You produced naked scenes of her in your head from whatever silhouette you gathered of her from earlier this evening. Her clothes framed her body so well, and you wanted to believe desperately that, even though the two of you just properly met, she dressed with her body in mind for you. It was a selfish thought, but you were doing selfish things to your body in the name of her. You felt yourself slip her name from your throat as an orgasm erupted from your body.

Once you came, you felt a twinge of guilt settle into you. You felt wrong for how you were feeling, but nonetheless you wanted this new woman, Natasha, to be in your life in more ways than one. You pondered over the thought of her (clothed) as you lay awake, tucked underneath your blankets. This was a newfound interest, and you were really excited for your next interaction with her this weekend.

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Life Twist 06 | JJK

⏤ banner by the talented and sweet: @archivedkookie ❣

⏤summary ❧ After an enormous loss in your life and breaking a long relationship with your now ex boyfriend, you decided you needed a life twist. So you move into a new country to try restart your life and seek for your happiness. What you weren’t expecting was someone like Jungkook entering into your life as soon as you got to Seoul.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ jungkook x female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, 4 years age gap (reader is JK’s noona)

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ❧ 11.4K+

⏤ author’s note❧ Longest chapter ever as of now! But it's truly worth it!! 🥵🤸🏼‍♂️ As always, hope you enjoy this new chapter and let me know your thoughts on it. To my fellow Army's out there, happy Bangtan 10th anniversary! 🙆🏼 Swear I didn't even planned on delivering this new chapter today, it's a happy coincidence! Thanks for the support 💜

Next morning, you woke up feeling warmer than usual. Luckily, no headache presents from last night’s drinking, it’s not like you drank a lot but sometimes a few drinks are enough to have a morning headache next day. Not only you don’t have any kind of hangover, but you also slept like a baby, you haven’t rested this well in ages.

And then memories from yesterday’s events hits you making your brain click. That’s what makes you realize that you’re feeling warmer because of certain someone by your side. Opening slowly your eyes and leaving your sleepiness behind, you encounter with the most beautiful view in front of you.

JK is sleeping with the cutest pout while his legs are intertwined with yours, and his arm is holding you by the waist so close to him that you’re almost glued to his chest.

How many times a day do you think about how ethereal this man looks? He doesn’t even look real. And he’s here, on your bed, hugging you. Okay, you should stop staring at him now, it’s getting creepy.

You think you should go to freshen up a little bit, you don’t want to scare him away with your morning looks. So, you slowly try to shift away and take his hand off your body. He looks so peaceful; you don’t want to wake him up.

When you thought you were being successful on getting up without waking up JK and your feet were about to touch the wooden floor, you’re pulled back into the bed by JK’s hand.

‘Noona, you’re delusional if you think I’m letting you get out of this bed’ he mumbles with his eyes still closed while he hugs your body not letting you go.

You chuckle a little bit and then say ‘Good morning, cutie. I was just going to freshen up’

‘Hmmm… good morning baby. You don’t need to freshen up, you look beautiful’

Your stomach is tingling like crazy

When you look towards his place on the bed you snort ‘How do you even know I look beautiful? You didn’t even open your eyes, you liar’

‘Hey - I’m not a liar. You’ll always look gorgeous to me no matter what, no need to look at you. Now, enough talking, we’ll stay sleeping all day long like this’ says JK still with his eyes closed and pulling you closer to his body once again.

‘As much as I would love to stay all day long cuddling with you, it’s our last day here. We should get up, come on sleepy head’ you say while ruffling a little bit his hair.

He starts whining like a baby until he finally opens his eyes and says ‘If you give me a kiss, I might consider releasing you’

‘That’s what you negotiate with? Easy-peasy’ you say while grabbing his chin and giving him a peck on the lips.

‘You call that a kiss? Better put a little more effort, sweetheart’

‘No sir, you just said a kiss, you didn’t give any specifics so, you should let me go’

‘You’re so mean’ he says while pouting at you and releasing you from his hold, he really is a big baby.

You can’t help but to laugh to his face and he joins you too laughing while sitting against the bed frame and rubbing his sleepy eyes.

‘I’m gonna take a shower and then we can go have breakfast downstairs, k?’ you say while finally getting up from bed.

‘Yeah, sure noona, I think I’ll go to my room and take a quick shower too’

You nod at him and as you’re turning your heels to head to the bath he says ‘Oh… I was thinking, since we didn’t get to finish the hike the other day maybe after breakfast we could go, just us two, and enjoy the views. What do you say?’

‘Sounds like a plan’ you say returning his sweet smile. Before you can reach to the bath’s door, you’re turned by Jungkook who has already put his shirt on, and he leans to you and gives one more peck to your lips.

He then studies your face for two seconds, smiles at you and says ‘I’ll see you downstairs, noona’

‘See u’ you mumble while he winks at you and he’s already leaving your room.

You realize as you see him go that you’re utterly fucked. This guy is making you feel a lot. In a really short period of time.

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Jungkook hears someone clearing his throat behind him. He turns around slowly to find a smirking Chris with his arms crossed over his chest, your best friend was on his way downstairs when he caught JK sneaking out of your room.

‘Ohhh, it’s you, hyung. Good morning!’ says the youngest as if he hasn’t just come out from your room.

‘Good morning indeed for you from what I see. I’m guessing you two patched things up yesterday’

‘Yeah, we talked things over and luckily everything’s okay now’ says JK with a smile plastered on his face ‘So, I’m gonna head to my room and have a shower. I’ll see you downstairs in a little while’

‘Wow wow wow, wait’ says Chris making JK stop on his tracks and look at him again ‘Either I slept to deeply or you two were awfully silent during the night’

JK knew how it looked when he came out of your room wearing the same clothes as yesterday. It’s obvious Chris was going to think that something happened. Well, it did happen but not what Chris was surely thinking about.

JK sighs while saying ‘We didn’t have sex, hyung. We just kissed and sleep together, like one beside each other’

Chris furrows his eyebrows and says, ‘You kissed and then literally just slept?’

‘Yes, human beings can sleep on the same bed without having sex, crazy huh?’

‘Don’t patronize me, you brat’ responds your best friend while JK just snickers at him ‘I just thought you two were going to fuck your brains out once you clear the air’

‘To be honest, noona was the one that suggested that we should go slow’

‘And you’re okay with that?’ questioned your best friend.

‘I am. I respect her. I feel insanely happy when I’m by her side. If time is what she needs, I’ll give her the time she needs’

Chris nods his head with a proud face and hugs the maknae who’s a little bit startled of the sudden show of affection, but he returns the hug while chuckling and palms his friend’s back.

‘I’m happy that you two found each other’ says Chris once he frees Jungkook from his hold.

‘Thanks, hyung. I’m happy too’

They both smile at each other, and your best friend immediately says, ‘I’ll get going, I’m about to eat my arm, I’m starving’ and Jungkook just laughs while heading to his room and responds ‘K, I’ll see you in a bit’.

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When you get to the kitchen to have your breakfast, JK is already there along with Jin, Chris and Emma. The others had woken up earlier, so they already had breakfast before. You spotted Taehyung and Jimin in the family room scattered together on the sofa watching some YouTube videos and laughing while you were coming downstairs. They waved you with a huge smile and you waved back while they continued to laugh of whatever they were watching.

You heard Aria’s voice coming from outside, so she probably was over there with Hobi and the rest of the guys.

Jungkook had saved you the sit beside him even though there were plenty of sits to choose. As soon as you walked into the dining room, he smiled brightly at you and patted the place beside him. You returned the smile while sitting down and said a soft ‘Hey’ that he returned repeating the same exact words.

‘Pass you the juice, noona?’ JK said to you

‘Yes, please’

You both snickered at each other while your friends just look at your interaction with amusement.

‘I don’t even know when this happened’ said Jin pointing his finger at both of you ‘But, you two are obnoxiously sweet’ while he faked a disgusted face.

‘Piss off, you’re just jealous’ said the maknae without taking his eyes off you.

‘You brat, how can you talk like that to me? After everything I did for you!’

‘You’ve brough this on yourself’ you say towards Jin while chuckling, defending JK whose smile grew bigger hearing you.

Jin scoffs hearing you and says ‘Yesterday they were ready to rip their heads off and now they’re defending to each other, you two are truly something’

‘Thank you’ you say taking it as a compliment when it’s obvious that Jin was hinting at how crazy the behavior between JK and yourself has switched.

You continue to have breakfast while sharing a few laughter’s with your friends and when you finish your food, both JK and you inform them that you’re going for a hike to the same place as the other day since you didn’t get to finish the trail and see the views.

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'So... did you sleep well?'

You had just started your hike with JK by your side. You suddenly started to feel shy and didn't know how to break the silence but thank God for Jungkook that beat you to it even if he obviously also didn't know what to ask so he went for the first thing that came into his mind.

So, you giggle and say 'You do realize that we slept on the same bed holding each other, right? I think you out of all people know how I slept'

Jungkook blushes while scratching the back of his head and chuckles 

'Yeah...I'm an idiot, I didn't know what to say'

'Me neither. Why are we being so awkward all the sudden?' you say while you keep your eyes on the trail.

'To be honest, I've been afraid since you fell sleep on my chest last night that you'll end up regretting everything that happened yesterday' suddenly confessed a worried JK.

You stop in your place, and you finally look at his beautiful face, he looks nervous. Cute - you think to yourself -

So, you grab him by the hand and say 'I'm here, am I? And I'm not regretting anything. So, stop worrying and let's just concentrate on having a good time, okay? We already had too much drama for the weekend'

He nods and directs his gaze to your hand that is intertwined with his and smiles

'I like holding your hand' he says

'I like it too. I'm not sure if it fits on "going slow" tho but that way at least you'll know I'm not planning to go anywhere'

He feels so much better after hearing you, now totally sober, saying that you don't regret anything. It makes him feel more at ease.

So, you both continue your hike walking hand in hand while JK tells you about how he crossed paths with Chris when stepping out of your room and how your best friend automatically thought that you two had sex, tipical of Chris.

You did have found it weird that Chris didn't ask anything before you went to the hike with JK, you expected him to act surprised since last time he had saw you two last night you weren’t even speaking to each other, but he just smiled and winked at you. Now you know why, he already knew that you two sorted everything out because of his little talk with Jungkook.

You kept walking about 15 more minutes until you finally got to the end of the trail.

'I guess this is it' said JK stopping his tracks.

The landscape before your eyes was stunning. You had a panoramic view of the lake and the mountains, and you could even see the small town near to the cottage where the guys went to buy the groceries.

This was such a peaceful place; you could stay there for hours just looking at the view and you wouldn't get tired of it. It was pampering your eyes.

'Wooow. This is so beautiful; Joon and Joey were definitely right about the insane views' you say while taking out your phone to take some pictures of the landscape.

'Yeah, definitely the most beautiful thing I've ever saw' says JK while looking at you. 

You knew he was looking at you, you could feel his gaze on you. Your cheeks started to feel hot, he was making you blush like crazy.

'Stop making me blush' you mumble while he laughs at your red face and sweetly pinches one of your cheeks.

You hit his hand off your cheek while giggling and give him your phone saying 'Here, your arms are longer than mine, let's take a selfie together' 

He looks surprised but he quickly takes your phone. Jeez, this guy must be still thinking that I might disappear any time soon – you think to yourself.

Once he opened the camera app, he poses making a 'V' sign with his hand while winking at the camera. In a matter of seconds, you decide your pose for the picture. You put on your tip toes to be closer to JK's face, you grab him by the cheeks squishing them and you plant a kiss on them.

You saw from the corner of your eyes how your phone reflected yourselves and he had his doe eyes wide as two plates for a few seconds but then his bunny smile appeared, and he finally took the picture.

You reviewed together the photo as soon as he took it and the two of you couldn’t help but to smile at it.

'Cute' you both said at the same time and started to laugh at the coincidence of words.

JK returned you the phone and you then sat on a fallen tree trunk that was laying over there to rest a bit your legs and watch the views. He followed your steps and sat right by your side.

'Let's take one more picture' he said while taking his phone out now.

'Sure, these views deserve almost an entire photo album' you say while resting your head on JK's shoulder, ready for him to take the picture of you two.

But instead of taking the picture, he looks at you on his shoulder. His gaze going from your eyes to your lips. Again, those tingles in your stomach.

Suddenly you feel the urge to wet your lips, so you do it and then bit your lower lip without even realizing. You see JK gulping while he keeps staring at your lips.

He then says in the hottest possible way with his raspy voice 'What did I told you about biting that lip, huh?' and without even waiting for your response he grabs you by the chin and connects his lips against yours.

He moves his lips skillfully and damn; his kisses are so addictive. He rummages your mouth with his tongue pulling you more to him. His hand gripping your neck as he holds you in your place. You move your lips against his enjoying the sweet taste of his lips. This feels right, he feels so right, as if he was the one you should have been kissing all lifelong. He suddenly stops leaning his forehead against yourself trying to calm down his breathing. 

'I want to take you on a proper date. Would you go on a date with me, noona?'

'Finally, I was getting scared thinking you would never ask' you say while you both smile at each other knowing that your response is a clear 'Yes'.

You stayed there watching the views while holding JK’s arm and him resting his hand on your thigh. After an hour or so, you returned to the cottage with the guys who were already preparing everything for the departure.

Before leaving the cottage and going back to Seoul, JK and you agreed on having your date on Friday since during the following week you both had busy schedule.

You went the whole trip back to home telling your best friend every detail of what had happen with Jungkook since last night and the date he invited to. Chris told you that he doesn’t think you’re gonna last long with the whole “going slow” shit but that he understands you and it’s normal you’re being cautious when you like JK this much in such a short time.

And your friend is so right. It scares you too much how easily Jungkook made his way in into your heart.

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Friday. Finally, the day of your date with JK arrived.

You had seen each other only once during the week on Wednesday when you were finally able to make some time in your tight agenda to go to the gym, just a cheap excuse to see him at least for a little bit. And that day the last thing you did was exercise. As soon as you both saw each other you shared a hug that lasted a nice minute and then sat in a bench and talked about your week for the next hour and a half.

You don’t remember being this nervous about a first date since… ever. You spent two hours trying to decide what to wear. You weren’t sure where JK was taking you or what you were going to do. You went for an all-black outfit since it never fails. You wore a black mini dress that exposed your shoulders and legs in a delicate way and a pair of boots.

Once you hear the door bell ringing, you take one last look at the mirror and check your make up is perfect. You open the door, and you almost drop to your knees seeing the view before your eyes. Fuck me.    

He looks unreal, wearing and all black outfit too. You don’t know if it’s the leather jacket or the black jeans that make a great work on marking his toned and inviting thighs or that intense gaze that he holds but you are so ready to fold when his voice awakes you from your salivating state. And you pray he hasn’t realized that you were drooling over him all over yourself.

‘You look…so fucking gorgeous’ he says while he keeps eye-fucking you. He makes you shiver without even touching you.

‘I was just thinking the same about you’ you say while trying to hold his intense and lusty stare.

He suddenly wakes up of his trance, smiles like a bunny turning into sweet Jungkook again and hands you the Jasmine bouquet that he was holding behind his back.

‘These are for you, noona’

‘Oh my God thank you; these are my favorites. How did you know?’ you don’t remember telling him about your favorite flower.

‘I have my sources’ he said wiggling his eyebrows. Of course, Chris.

You grin at him and tell him ‘Let me get these on water so we can go then’ while you’re heading to your kitchen.

When you’re inside his car, he tells you that you should close your eyes for the ride and that he’ll tell you when you can open them. So, you close your eyes even if curiosity is killing you and you want to know where he is taking you to.

Once the car stopped, he told you to wait. By the sounds of it, he went out of the car and he’s now opening your door.

‘K, I need you to keep your eyes closed for a bit more baby, I’ll help you walk’ and he proceeds in helping you to get off the car.

‘This is scary, I’m a little clumsy you know, I might fall’

‘I won’t ever let you fall, noona. Don’t worry’ he sweetly says

Once you were out of his car, he puts his hands over your eyes, so he makes sure you’re not seeing anything while he gives you the order of what direction you should keep walking to.

After walking some meters and climbing a few steps with his help of course, you feel his hands leaving your face as he says ‘You can open your eyes now’

You open your eyes, and you look at your surroundings. You recognize this breathtaking view. It’s Jin’s brother-in-law night club and you’re standing at the gigantic balcony that’s on the side of Han River. But now instead of being full of drunk people, it’s just you and Jungkook, all alone.

The huge balcony was now decorated with garlands of lights all over the pergola structure, it looked as if the stars were right above your heads. Candles with a lavender scent were placed in different parts of the floor where you notice he had prepared a picnic for you two right in the middle of the balcony with the most amazing view to the Han River and the city.

You don’t think someone’s ever did such an effort and romantic gesture towards you. No, scratch that. You are certain that no one has made such a romantic date for you.

You are pulled out of your amaze when JK behind you sweetly asks, ‘Do you like it, noona?’

You now realize you haven’t said a word since he took his hands of your face and told you to open your eyes. He must be thinking you didn’t like it.

So, you turn around to get closer to him and put your arms around his neck while he puts his hands on your waist and you smile saying ‘It’s the most romantic thing someone’s ever done for me, you’re so amazing JK. I love it’ and you give him a sweet peck on the lips.

‘You do?’ he says afterwards while leaning his forehead against yours

‘Yeah, I really do’

‘Hmm…How much did you love it?’ he says while devilishly smiling at you

He loves to tease you. And he loves when you tease him too. You always make him feel tingles on his stomach whenever you tease him.

‘You know, you shouldn’t tease me this much, Jeon Jungkook’

‘Why not? I love to tease you. And I know it goes both ways’

You chuckle a little bit and you say ‘If you keep looking for me, you’re gonna find me’ while your eyes fall to his lips.

He’s such a temptation. He’s so close to your body and you want to ask him so badly for him to do you right there, right now.

‘Maybe that’s what I’ve been looking for all of this time’ his eyes also falling to your lips.

At this point you don’t even know who started the kiss, you just know that you two devour yourselves with so much passion that you feel your legs are starting to go wobbly from his touch. He’s being respectful, just grabbing you by the waist but his hold on you is tight, and you can feel through your body how much he wants you.

His naughty mouth goes from your lips to your exposed neck and starts peppering kisses and sucking your skin. If he keeps doing this, you know you won’t be able to control yourself and you’ll give in to your sinful desires.

So, you try to retrieve yourself and say breathlessly while he keeps planting kisses all over your neck ‘Okay – we should, um… take a rest, you’re really making it hard for me to go slow, you know that?’

He stops his work while taking a few breaths and innocently points himself saying ‘Me? Baby, you’re the one that’s making it hard, and that’s not the only thing that you make hard’

‘Oh my god Jungkook, stop it!!!’ you say outraged with your cheeks getting fired up of embarrassment and giving him a small punch on his chest while he starts laughing like crazy.

‘Sorry… sorry, I really had to say it. It’s just that you’re insanely cute when you blush, and I knew that saying that would work’

‘You’re unbelievable. Let’s just change the subject, okay?’ you say while still feeling your blush in your face and the pool that he has successfully created between your legs with all the steamy kisses.

 ‘Sure, noona’ he says while winking at you. He then grabs your hand and guides you to the place where he had set the night picnic for you two. ‘We should eat something now, I prepared some gimbap and fried chicken for us’

‘You cooked everything by yourself? God, you really are the whole package, aren’t you?’ you mumble while making yourself comfortable in one of the cushions placed over the picnic blanket.

‘And you haven’t seen half of me yet’ he says wiggling his eyebrows over to you.

‘So cocky’ you say, both of you giggling while he hands you a glass of champagne and he pours another one for himself.

‘Okay, now let’s toast’

‘Let me, I’m not the best with words but I do want to say something’ you say and Jungkook just nods a little surprised at first but then he sets all his attention to you with his glass of champagne on his hand.

‘You know I came to Seoul for a new beginning, and I never thought I would be so lucky to meet someone like you and so soon’ JK’s feature became softer while he tilted his head and offered a small smile towards you, listening attentively – ‘Just the way you look at me, you make me feel so special’

‘That’s because you are’ he interrupts you while he grabs your hand and runs his thumb over it.

You smile at him sweetly and continue ‘I just want you to know that every time I see you and those beautiful doe eyes my heart can’t help to skip a beat. You are so sweet, so amazing and very very special, JK’ – his eyes were starting to get watery, so you softly squished his hand a little bit – ‘I’m insanely thankful of meeting you that day on Jackson’s birthday and I’m so excited to keep knowing each other’

‘Cheers to that’ he says while you clink your glasses. ‘Cheers’ you repeat.

‘You’re not good with the words, my balls!’ says suddenly JK cleaning a few tears of his eyes and you chuckle.

‘You made me teary, noona. I’m not a cry baby I promise. I don’t know how you do it, but I feel like with you I get extra sensitive’ he chuckles a little bit while saying his last words.

‘I feel the same way about you’ and he looks at you with awe while sniffling some more tears

‘In fact, I think you’ve seen my cry more times than Chris has. And I have known him for 15 years’ you say.

‘Guess we became each other’s weakness’

‘Guess so’ you repeat while staring yourselves for a little while. You don’t know how but you feel like the world stops for those following seconds. He always makes you feel that way.

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After your little teary time after your toast, you went for the food that JK had prepared. It was so delicious that it makes you start understanding why Namjoon nicknamed him ‘Golden Maknae’. He’s amazing at everything he does.

You talked for a while about his job, he had told you already once in your many talks at the gym that he works at one of the biggest videogame development companies. Depending on the project that they work he is sometimes needed as the video game designer and some others his job is as an animator – basically drawing the characters and all the visual part of the videogames itself – you’re so impressed, he must draw amazingly to do that kind of job.

You told him that you’re eager to see some of his drawing skills and he promised that soon when you go over to his place, he’ll show you some of the works that he did for old projects.

The conversation followed with him telling you about his family. He’s from Busan as you already knew but he never had told a lot about his family. You just knew he had a brother that was living in Seoul too because you remember that during the weekend trip, he had mention he left Bam, his puppy, at his brother’s care.

‘My life has been really boring compared to yours; I don’t have that much to talk about my family’ he said while chuckling a little bit

‘Trust me. When you have a dysfunctional family as mine, it’s nice to learn about people who actually have a nice normal family. Plus, you don’t bore me, I want to know everything about you’

He blushes and says, ‘You already made me teary before, stop it!’

‘Well, mom and dad met when they were on their 20’s, they’re happily married. Mom is dad’s noona’ – while saying that he winks at you and you just giggle – ‘They share a 2-year gap. They still live at Busan, but they come here from time to time to visit my brother and me, we also go over to Busan but not as much as they come here. We have a tight relationship between the four of us. I don’t talk to any of them on daily basis though, my mom always scolds me because she’s friends with Jin’s mom and she says that Jin calls his mom every single day and I never call her’ and you both laugh at his words.

‘My brother is 2 years older than me; we hang out often together, he’s a cool brother and he’s also like a friend to me’ your eyes widen when you hear that he’s brother is older than him.

‘What? What are you thinking?’

‘Nothing, just that I find it really interesting what you’re telling me. Tell me more. Is your brother as handsome as you? Is he single?’ you question him in a teasing tone

He gasps knowing where you are going with your questioning ‘He’s single and handsome but baby, he’s not gonna be able to make you feel as I do’

You laugh together and you blush for the thousand time tonight at that pet name he’s getting used to call you.

‘When did you move from Busan to Seoul?’ you suddenly ask, changing the subject.

‘I moved before starting college, since I was going to study here it was only reasonable to live here. Plus, my brother had also moved here a few years prior so, it was easier to move here. I lived for a few years with him at his apartment. Now I’m living alone at my apartment, well not technically, I live with Bam’

You nod at him while taking a sip of your glass of champagne.

Then he asks curiously ‘Um… if you don’t mind me asking this, what about your mom? I don’t recall you have mentioned her before’

‘Yeah, no…I don’t think I have mentioned her. She’s alive by the way. She’s not the only person that I don’t mention of my family, I have an older brother and sister too.’

JK widens his eyes, you never mentioned any of this in any of your talks, so he realizes maybe it’s not the best to talk about and says ‘If it’s a sensitive topic we don’t have to talk about this now, noona’

‘No, no…It’s not a sensitive topic, not anymore. My dad is a sensitive topic, not this. And either way I would talk anything with you, I don’t want to have secrets’ you say while he takes your hand and places a kiss on it.

‘My mom and I, we don’t have the best relationship. She hasn’t been a mom for me in a long time. My mom and my dad divorced when I was about 11 years old, it’s a tough age to a kid to digest not having the perfect family anymore.

‘The reason why they split was also difficult to digest, my dad cheated on my mom with a co-worker that was like 15 years younger than my mom – who by the way, ended up being the devil itself honestly, but that’s a whole other story’

JK was surprised. He never expected that your dad, the one you talked so highly about, would be the one to have cheated on your mom and basically broke the family apart.

‘I know what you’re thinking. It’s weird how much I praised my dad knowing he cheated my mom’ you say while he nods and says ‘I wasn’t expecting that, to be honest’

You sigh and explain ‘Neither my mom or he were happy anymore together but after 20 years married and 3 children, instead of talking about it and splitting amicably without any drama, my dad decided to cheat on my mom. My dad made a mistake, a huge one. But he worked every single day of his life afterwards trying to amend his mistake with me and my siblings, because he knew it hurt us too, specially me. Even though I will never understand someone that cheats, my dad was an incredible father.

Sadly, after the divorce my mom didn’t take it well that my dad was dating someone a lot younger than her. She started to go to the gym and then going out with her gym friends, leaving me alone at home for hours during the night when I was only 11 and there were nights where I didn’t even have anything left to have dinner. My dad had already moved out. My brother and my sister were old enough to hang out with their friends, so they would be gone too.

When I was about 12, my childhood home was sold. That’s when my sister and I decided to go live with my dad. And my brother was living alone in an apartment that my dad had bought as an investment at that time’

‘So… you both decided to live with your dad because of your mom’s absence?’ JK asked

‘Yeah, pretty much, at least that was my reason. Basically from 12 to 17 my mom was absent. She also started to date a guy that was the same age as my brother, the guy was a cop and had guns all over her place, I didn’t like him at all. I just felt unease being on the same room as him. So, 12 to 17 basically my teenage years my dad had the role of father and mother. When I got my first period, he was the one that ran to the market to buy some pads for me. Due to the stress that I had with all my family situation I started developing epilepsy attacks when I was 14’

‘Fuck, I’m so sorry I can’t believe all you have been through, it’s so much for just one person and being so young’ Jungkook was tearing up, he couldn’t help but to feel sad, how the fuck did your mom disappear from your life just like that? How could you handle so much pain being that young? It’s too much for one person to handle.

‘Don’t worry, I had plenty of time to accept everything that I’ve been through’

‘What about the epilepsy? Did you have to take any medicine?’

‘Yeah, I did a treatment for about 5 years with anticonvulsant pills. But it was merely emotional, at least that’s what my neurologist said back then. And I honestly believe he was right. I left the pills when I felt I was mentally stable, I was 19 years old by then. I haven’t had any seizure since then’

JK nodded at you, relieved that you didn’t have to live with that health problem anymore. It somehow makes him angry that because of the adults that were supposedly responsible for taking care of you, you were having seizures and your mental state was awful.

‘But…weren’t you a little bit angry at your dad at least? I don’t know if I could forgive my dad from cheating my mom’

‘At first, I was. But in time, I felt the need to forgive him. You have to understand, JK. My dad was the one staying by my side during nights, preoccupied when I was with intense cramps from my periods. He took me to the doctor and took care of me every single time I got sick. There was one time where I got mono while being on vacations at the coast with my friends and my fever wouldn’t go down, my dad drove 400 miles as soon as he found out to come and pick me up to take me to a hospital on the city. Even when I was old enough to do everything by myself, he would insist on being the one to be by my side. He took care of me even being insanely tired because he worked every single day, commuted, and then come back home to cook dinner for me with the brightest smile in his face and he never once missed asking me 'How was your day?'. He made sure that I wouldn’t ever feel alone. That's why he deserves me talking so highly about him, that kind of people that makes you feel loved that much with facts and not only words...nowadays it's rare to find’

‘Well, when you put it that way… yeah, it’s totally understandable that you forgave him, he deserved it. Your dad was a great man obviously’ you nod and mumble a little ‘he was indeed’ with a soft smile on your lips.

Jungkook feels the need to hug you right now. He hates knowing that you were so hurt.

‘Did you and your mom ever had the chance to talk about her absence in your life?’ he suddenly asks.

You nod and say ‘Eventually, when I was 17 my mom and the guy that was my brother's age had broken up. And one day we had a deep talk where she admitted that all those years, she had been neglecting me. That I was too young and had to go through so much and she wasn't there for me. I don't tend to be resentful, and I needed to have my mom with me so, I gave her a chance and we had an amazing year of mom - daughter relationship. That was until my 18's when she decided to move to another province because she met a man online, who she was going to end up marrying later. We talked from time to time, but it wasn't the same anymore. For me, she came back to be the absent mom. 

Sadly, her husband one day had a motorcycle accident, he was going alone to buy some groceries and a car crash him and left him in a pretty bad state.

My mom decided to move again back to my hometown with his husband who needed 24-hour care, she was there for him for about 7 years, her whole life revolved around him. That was until Covid appeared and he sadly got it and passed away.

After that, my mom started to ask attention from me again. I was on my 20's already and super used to be without her presence. Plus, my dad did one hell of a job for me to not feel like I was missing something. So, since then I've maintained a cordial relationship with my mom, I don't talk about my problems with her like I did with my dad because I know she doesn't get me, and she doesn't care either. I talk from time to time, just small talk. She's my mom after all and she’s the only parent I got left'

'Wow, Y/N... It says a lot about your person being open to have your mom back in your life when she wasn't there for such a long time. I don't think I would've been able to talk to my mom again if she did all those things to me' 

'Yeah...well, it's not like we have a great relationship either, but it is what it is. I made my peace with the decisions she made back then; I know it has nothing to do with me and it’s not my fault. I just want to have a peaceful and happy life you know? And maintaining my relationship with my mom like this has worked for now'

'You're insanely strong and you have an amazing heart, you know that right?' JK says while caressing the side of your face.

'I do' you say and you both chuckle.

‘Thanks for telling me all of this. I know it must be hard to trust someone with your story. I really appreciate that you trust me, noona’

'Of course, I trust you’ you say while grinning at him. ‘Okay. Enough sappy stories. I want to know more about you'

'More about me? Sure baby, what do you want to know?' says Jungkook wiggling his eyebrows to you.

You roll your eyes at him 'Maybe...about your ex or ex's? I don't know how many you had' you say while laughing.

'Official girlfriends? Just two. The first one I’m not sure if it counts, I was pretty young to be honest, like 13... I didn't care about having a girlfriend at that age, she just asked me to be her boyfriend and I said yes. When I realized, I hadn't talk to her for almost 3 months so I decided that we should break up' 

'Oh my god, 3 months without talking? And that was one of your official girlfriends?' you had tears in your eyes from laughing.

JK couldn't help but to smile. He loved seeing you happy. After all you told him today, he thinks you're even much more amazing than what he thought. He respects you and how willing you were to give your mom another chance even when he thinks she didn't deserve it at all. Seeing your smile and hearing your laugh it's delightful for him.

'What? I was 13!! Boys don't think about girlfriends when they're 13!'

'Then why did you say yes when she asked you to be her boyfriend?'

'I was bored' he says and you both crack on laughter again.

Ahhhhh, your stomach is hurting from laughing so much

Then JK gets a little bit serious and continues 'And there’s also my last girlfriend, Eunji, it was a more serious relationship. We dated for about 3 years. We broke up when I was 24. It was a good and healthy relationship; we met on college and hitted off quickly. It got to a point that the relationship had ran its course. I didn't want it to see it, it was my first real relationship so I kind of felt like she broke my heart when she decided to break up, but I realized it was for the best after a while'

You nod at him. You understand so well what it's like to not wanting to see that things are not working with your partner.

'Did you stay friends with her?'

'I did, for a bit. But to be honest it was just in hope that maybe if I stayed on her life then we could get back together some day. That was until a month after we broke up when I found out she slept with one of our best friends from college'

You widened your eyes and gasped 'Oh my god, what a drama! And what a shitty friend may I say'

'Yeah, suffice to say that I didn't talk to any of them again after that'

'Are they still together or what? Sorry I'm so curious, I like gossip from time to time' you say while he chuckles at you

'We had friends in common back then that had told me that they didn't even lasted 2 weeks. I guess it's karma'

'Karma, indeed' you say while taking another sip of champagne

'And what about you, noona?'

'Well, I had 2 boyfriends. The first one we dated from when I was 14 to almost 18. He was like 3 years older than me. We met in high school, and he insisted on dating me for about 9 months until I said yes'

'9 months? Poor guy you had him waiting for a while'

'I was really young; I wasn't sure if I wanted a boyfriend. Anyway, it wasn't the best relationship, we were both too immature and to be honest he was a lot more immature than me, he cheated on me twice' 

'He cheated? What an asshole, I already hate him' said JK while sighing

'Well, since I was an idiot, I forgave him the first time, keep in mind it was the firsts months of relationship when he first cheated on. And then, I found out he had cheated on me again after a trip that I had in my senior year of high school. It was something like spring break, it's normally done on your last year of high school back home. 

And a lot of couples end up cheating on their partners on those kinds of trips. Not me. I wasn't going to cheat on him. He never had a reason to not trust me, but he was an idiot and thought that me going to that trip meant me going to cheat him, so he cheated on me. It's the most idiotic reason, I know'

'I can’t believe you dated that guy for 3 years. That was a lucky asshole. How did you found out he was cheating?' 

'The girl he cheated on with, added me on Facebook and sent me screenshots of her conversations with him where they arranged where they would meet etcetera. She was petty honestly; she was just angry because apparently guilt was consuming him, and he ended everything with this girl saying that he wanted to do things right with me'

'Only an idiot could possibly cheat on you' suddenly JK said while you smiled at him sweetly

'Yeah. I would have preferred him breaking up with me, he also knew how much I had suffered with my mom and dad's whole cheating thing...but well, I broke up with him immediately when I found out about the second time. He cried in front of me asking me to forgive him and try again but at this point I was so disappointed that it made it way easier to break up with him and move on with my life. He kept texting me for months telling me to forgive him until one day I told him that l was finally happy and that I needed for him to stop texting me. After that he didn't text me again'

'What a shitty first boyfriend you had, noona. Please tell me your last boyfriend treated you better'

You chuckled and responded ‘Yeah, my last boyfriend never cheated on me, not that I know of. But to be honest I trusted him blindly, I don’t think he’d ever cheated’

‘How long you dated him?’

‘We were together for 9 years’

JK’s eyes almost pop out of his head

‘9 years??? I knew it was a long relationship, but I didn’t know it lasted such a long time. Why did you break up?’

‘We met when I was 19, I was a kid. He was young too, just not as much as me, he was 25’

‘Always going after older guys, I see’ he says and then he realizes ‘Wait. Am I the first guy you date younger than you?’

‘Yep, you are the first one that’s younger than me’

Jungkook gives you a cocky grin, like if he’s proud of it.

‘Are you really gonna be cocky just for that?’

‘It’s you. Anyone that could get a date with you should feel this way’

‘You really have an obsession with making me blush’

‘I do. You are too cute’ he snickers and then continues ‘Sorry… I interrupted you before, I really I’m interested in knowing what was the reason for you to break up with someone after 9 years together’

You sigh thinking the best way to explain your reasons behind such a big decision and say ‘When we met, I barely knew myself, I didn’t know what I wanted for my life at all, I was really immature.  As I started to grow and understanding myself, I started to learn what made me happy and what I wanted to pursue for my life.

In a relationship there’s always compromises to be made, I find it totally normal because you can’t expect your partner to agree in every single decision you make but it’s part of a relationship to found common ground, to meet the other halfway. The thing is, I realized he never met me halfway… it was always me the one making compromises. I had a huge opportunity offer to work in Italy and I ended up turning it down because he didn’t want to move out of the country and I loved him, so I rejected it, even though it was my dream to live overseas at some point, and he was completely aware of it. Later I realized I had made a mistake. I was putting my happiness aside just to be with him. In a way, I was just used to be with him, and I also feared being alone for the first time in my adult life. So, last year, I decided that I was going to be happy and sincere with myself, and I knew I needed to break up with him’

‘I totally understand it. Being with someone from such a young age, it’s likely for people to grow into different paths’, said JK – well, he definitely got what you were trying to explain – ‘And he agreed on breaking up?’ ask a curious Jungkook.

‘Not at all, but he had to accept it – it’s not like I gave him a choice, I was already decided. He didn’t want to see it. All the differences we had we talked about it a lot of times and in the end, it was always me the one compromising to make it work. It’s not like we didn’t talk about our issues. He got mad at me saying that we were throwing a life project together just for a “childish whim”, but the thing is, it was his project of life, not mine’ you explained.

‘Sounds very selfish of him if you ask me. It’s not like you didn’t try to solve your issues and make it work’

‘After 9 years of me giving in, in every fight or disagreement we had, well… let’s just say he got too used to it and he wouldn’t accept it wasn’t gonna be like that anymore. And after my dad passed away, I was determined to be happy and to do whatever I wanted to do – I owed that much to my dad -, one of my wishes was moving abroad. So, I broke up with my ex and here I am’

In a way, Jungkook feels happy that your ex-boyfriend was an egocentric douchebag, thanks to that he’s the one taking you on a date tonight.

‘Thank God, here you are’ he smiled as he came close to your face and gave you a little peck on your lips.

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After a few more glasses of champagne and some more kisses and innocent touches you decided it was time to go.

Once you arrived your building entrance you told JK if he wanted to come upstairs and stay the night with you. After all, you had already slept together on the cottage, it wouldn’t feel weird.

He sheepishly said ‘Yes, of course, I’ve been wanting to cuddle you again since the weekend’

So, you got into the elevator hand in hand while your mind was going wild just even thinking on him sleeping without any shirt by your side again.

You have been feeling horny the whole fucking night thanks to his touches and kisses and that fucking intense gaze that he has on you. He switches from sweet and shy to hot and lusty in a matter of seconds.

You were about to open your apartment door when you said ‘Fuck it. I’ll say it’. So, you turn around and take a look at JK who furrows his eyebrows for a moment a little confused.

‘Before we get in. I have one little question’ you say while tracing his sleeve of tattoos slowly with you fingers and staring directly at his eyes. You were lost on them.

‘Hmm?’ he hums waiting for you to go on while he starts tracing his thumb over your lips and staring at them so intensively that it makes you shiver.

‘Does giving you a mind-blowing blow job qualifies as “going slow”?’ you say shamelessly giving him a cute smile as if you haven’t said the dirtiest thing to him right now, while watching his eyes widen a little bit. He didn’t expect your question to be that straightforward.

She’s killing me. Fuck. Put yourself together, Jungkook – he thinks to himself.

You see him biting his lower lip and then he leans over closer to your ear while whispering ‘Only if me eating you out until you cum all over my mouth qualifies too’

God, your pussy had a stroke. He’s just as much as a tease as you are.

He sees your cheeks starting to turn into a rosy color and he feels extremely content with it.

And then is like you suddenly wake up from your trance, you quickly open your apartments door and desperately close it once you’re both in.

You don’t lose any more time and grab him by his shirt pulling him closer to you and smash your lips together. His hands are all over your body, he grabs your ass and squeezes it making you go crazy. He pushes his tongue into your mouth while you start taking off his jacket and throw it on the floor, you don’t even realize your moan is lost in his lips as you tug him towards your living room while not breaking the kiss and you push him down on the couch.

He's all man-spread on your couch, looking you with that lust gaze hot as fuck and his lap looks so fucking inviting that you can’t resist and straddled him sitting on his lap right on top of the head of his cock, you could feel his bulge that was already so hard and he’s not helping because he grabs once again your ass and makes you grind on him gaining a moan from you.

Your hand goes between your bodies. Jungkook’s movements slow a little when he’s unsure what you’re doing and then he shivers when your hand goes around his bulge touching him on top of his jeans.

‘I’m gonna give you a little preview of what you’re gonna get if you keep being such a good boy’ you say whispering on his ear and then you bite his earlobe earning a grunt from his mouth. And he’s so down for it. He’s trying to restrain himself not to fuck you senseless right here, right now because he knows you need to take your time.

In no time you’re off his lap, positioning yourself between his legs.

You look at him down on your knees and what a sight you have, my God. You ask him 'May I?' and he gulps while responding 'I already told you; you can do whatever you want with me, baby'

You grin at him while your hands work on his belt, and he helps you shimming down his pants along with his boxers off himself.

His cock is hard as it springs out of his pants. The sight so mouthwatering that you feel like you’re drooling. You hear a light chuckle above you, he must have noticed your amaze seeing his cock in front of you. The noise quickly becoming a hiss when you grasp his length.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses.

You shuffle forward, his legs widening to make more room for you. He obviously doesn’t expect you to swipe your tongue from his base to the tip given the cuss that leaves his mouth, his hand flying to your hair making a ponytail with it. You lick along the slit at his tip before spitting onto his length and then using your hand to work it around. Your lips go around his tip, your tongue trailing circles on the end of his cock while your hand continues to work up and down.

His hand tightens in your hair as you take more of him into your mouth. Hands on his thighs you feel his muscles go tense as you slowly bob up and down, take a little more of him in each time. He’s so long and thick. It’s hard but if you kept going you think you’d be able to take him all but stop just before your gag reflexes kick in. Flattening your tongue against him you start to increase your pace. Jungkook moans out above you, his legs relaxing as his hand combs through your hair.

'You can fuck my throat, baby'

'Fuck. Are you sure? I mean - Wait. Did you just called me baby?'

You nod with your head smiling cutely as if you weren't pumping his cock around your hand.

'And before you ask. You better cum on my mouth and let me swallow every drop of it. Understood?' you say as if you were giving him a strict order.

Oh my God, I'll cum just from hearing your dirty little mouth - was Jungkook's thoughts while he just nodded at you and said with husky voice 'If you need to stop just tap me on my thigh, baby' and you just winked at him.

This girl is gonna be my death - he thought.

You smirk at him, flip your hair, and press a light kiss to the head of his cock, you let it linger before your tongue darts out to kitten lick at the slit. Precum dribbles out and you lick it up dutifully.

You let him guide you, dragging your lips along his shaft as he pushes you down. He’s not inside you yet. His dick slides along the outside of your cheek, leaving behind a shiny mess. You kiss the base of his cock before he drags you back up and holds you at the crown.

He waits patiently for you to swallow thickly. Waits for the feel of your lips parting, your mouth dropping open.

Then he pushes you down again, his dick engulfed in the tight, wet heat of your mouth. The way you're moving your tongue, the way you don’t resist as he pushes you further and further down on his cock, it's driving him insane.

It's not long before his hand becomes a little more forceful. His fingers tightening between your locks, making you stay down longer on his length and then when you don’t complain he begins to thrust slowly up into you.

“That’s it, fucking take me baby.”

You hum before you gag around him, the vibrations causing his legs to stutter below you and a low hum to ring out around the room.

He forces you down. Tip touching the back of your throat for a few seconds, cutting off your air supply. It’s worth it, given the noises he makes above you. You're making him lose his mind. All the while looking at him.

As soon as he takes a look at your eyes looking at him intensevely, he tosses his head back as pleasure coursed through his body.

'Baby. Fuck, I love seeing how my cock disappears on your mouth' he manages to say breathesly. Your pussy is clenching just of hearing him receiving pleasure. You feel so wet and he's not even touching you.

You moan around him, he realizes you are really enjoying it and the vibrations of your beautiful and sinful moans are making him go stupid, making him pick up speed and force. You can only sit there and take it, tears pricking the corner of your eyes, your nose flaring as you breathe.

'Fuck. Baby. Fuck fuck fuck, I- I'm cumming' he warns you so you won't choke.

Jungkook’s over the moon right now. The fact that you're letting him do this and your amazingly skillful tongue, makes this an embarrassingly short blow job. His balls tighten, heat pooling in his belly, and he thrusts up, dragging you down but careful enough not to make you gag. He cums into your mouth with a bitten off groan, eyes squeezed shut for a second until he realizes and opens his eyes quickly to look at you, he doesn't want to lose the sight of you taking all his cum. You swallow it all down, not fighting him as he holds you there.

When he’s sure he’s emptied out, he lets go. You come up with a gasp, mouth swollen and red and shiny, proud that you swallow every drop of him, and he can’t fucking help but kiss you deep and hard, shoving his tongue inside your mouth to taste himself. You moan breathlessly, arms coming up around his head to bring himself closer while he makes your body lean on the sofa on the same spot, he was just a few seconds ago.

'That really was mind blowing. But now it's your turn, noona' he says with a smirk on his face.

‘I never thought someone calling me noona would turn me on so much. Fuck’

He smiled, leaning forward, and kissing you. Then he kissed your cheek, your ear, your neck, your breasts over your dress, until he knelt in front of you and gave you a wicked look before lifting your thigh and placing it on his shoulder and lifting your dress to your waist.

He's peeling your panties from your body, his eyes mesmerized at the sight of your bare pussy, fingers dipping between your folds, dragging through the gathering slick, now's his time to drool over you. “Baby, so wet for me already.” JK’s voice is low and rough, the vibrations carrying through your body, going straight to your cunt. His tongue darts out, licking at your clit, flicking against it until you’re shaking. One finger ease into you, slowly thrusting, stretching you gently, curling just right before he’s adding a second.

Jungkook worked two fingers in, teasing with a third, the sound of your soaked pussy the only thing you can hear over his soft praises, telling you that you’re such a good girl, and the panting of your own breathing.

‘Oh my God, Jungkook. Just like – th…that. Fuck JK’

Jungkook gets turned on and has a huge ego boost when he listens to you moaning his name. He finds your reaction to getting eaten out so hot. The way you are trembling at his touch, and he has to hold your hips down.

You immediately covered your mouth not been able to contain your moaning and threw your head back, your body shuddering as you felt Jungkook’s tongue caressing the full extent of your cunt. Your other hand went into Jungkook’s hair, and you moved your hips against his mouth, unable to control yourself. He was swirling his tongue around your clit and then his thumb.

Every lick sent shivers through your body, your core aching for more when his tongue began to prod you. You felt his nose press against you, grinding into your clit as he pressed his tongue inside you. You loved the feeling he gave you now as he pumped his tongue in and out of you, flicking every which way as he pressed his thumb to you the nub between your folds. He ran circles in sync with his pumps and you couldn’t help but try and grind into him despite his hold on you. 

“You taste so sweet.” He whispered against your clit and his tongue licked again, spurring you even more as he stared into your eyes. His free hand gripped one of your thighs, increasing the strength he used and the speed of his tongue. You felt your cunt pulsing, you were reaching the apex.

“More,” you moaned desperately, feeling a knot form as he moved his lips back up to suck on your clit. He pressed two fingers to your entrance and easily slipped them in, pumping you hard and fast. You moaned with every push, every lick of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through you, his fingers long enough to reach deep inside you. Hooking them as he pulled back out, you couldn’t help but squirm beneath him, that knot you felt threatening to snap with every move he made. 

It wasn't supposed to happen quite this quickly, but you can already feel the tickle at the back of your spine and your neck, can feel your muscles tightening around him, legs dangling helplessly over those shoulders, and not least of all you can feel those brown eyes watching you avidly, missing absolutely nothing about your helpless response to him.

When he crooks his fingers within you, deliberately attacking that specific spot, a shudder runs through your body, making your toes curl and finally cum as the spasms spread through your body. His tongue wandering around your entrance, sucking all your juice, desperately not missing one single drop. It's all over but the screaming, which you can feel has him smiling around you but not neglecting you in the least as he does so.

Unable to breath or think or do anything but feel the spasms that still rock your body, you feel him withdraw reluctantly from you. While he places a few kisses on your thigh and helps on putting your panties on again, you throw an arm over your eyes while closing them, trying to gather the shattered remains of your mind and yourself around you but failing badly.

Your muscles are insanely relaxed now, and you feel so good. It feels as if you were high.

‘Are you okay, noona?’ says JK

‘I- I…have no words’ you manage to stutter while JK chuckles and let’s himself fall on the sofa right next to you. He holds your hand up and gives a little peck on it. He’s so sweet, even when he just made you have the best orgasm ever with his mouth.

You somehow gather strength and move your head towards the Adonis on your left, cupping his face and kissing him passionately tasting yourself on him.

‘You-are-a-ma-zing’ you say looking straight to his brown doe eyes.

He grins at you and says, ‘Not as much as you are, baby’ and you smile and give him one last peck on his lips.

Feeling your legs still wobbly from the intense orgasm, you take a shily look at Jungkook again and say ‘I don’t think my legs work anymore’

He giggles and then you sense his gaze on you turning darker again while he says ‘Just wait until we have sex’

Your eyes widened hearing him saying that as if it was a promise to break your body whenever you finally have sex. You suddenly feel shivers down your spine. Is it possible for you to feel horny again? What’s your problem? This brat is making you go crazy.

While you’re trying to calm yourself, he says with his husky voice ‘I never thought I could enjoy so much “going slow”’

You both chuckle at his words while you say ‘Me and you both, baby’

‘I think you’re the only person I like hearing calling me baby’ and he presses his lips on yours once again while caressing sweetly your face.

‘Hmm, nice to know that’ you say between kisses while you smile at each other.

‘We should go sleep… as soon as I’m able to stand up without my legs failing me’

Jungkook starts laughing and says ‘I’ll carry you, m’lady’

‘Always such a gentleman’ you join him laughing when he grabs you by your thighs and you wrap your arms around his neck while he carries you towards your bedroom to finally go to sleep together after your both most magical first date ever.

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New documents leaked by a source close to the Putin administration shed light on a previously unknown tool in the Kremlin’s propaganda arsenal: an online program called Clicker Pulse. This software allows the Russian authorities and pro-government media to track which individual messages from the president’s speeches resonate with specific audiences and which ones fall flat. Using this information, the managers of Kremlin-aligned social media pages can then boost or suppress various sound bites from Putin’s addresses and press conferences to align with what regional audiences want to hear. Here’s how it works.

Propagandists from the pro-Kremlin “autonomous nonprofit organization” (ANO) Dialog gather information about the reactions of various segments of the Russian public to specific statements made by Vladimir Putin, according to leaked documents obtained by the Estonian news outlet Delfi and shared with Meduza.

To record viewers’ “spontaneous emotional reactions” to particular moments in Putin’s speeches, according to the documents, Dialog has created an online tool called Clicker Pulse. The program works by asking focus group participants from Russia’s “main social groups” to click “Like” or “Dislike” every five seconds while watching videos of Putin’s speeches. It then aggregates the data, showing Dialog employees the majority reactions of various categories of viewers to each point in the speech.

This, the documents indicate, allows the Russian authorities’ vast network of social media curators to “adjust the audience for the delivery of [Putin’s] messages.” In other words, the Kremlin’s “regional governance centers” (RGCs) — agencies throughout the country that were created at Putin’s request in 2020 to get “feedback” from Russians online — can decide in real time which messages from Putin’s speeches to promote and which ones to suppress on regional pro-government social media pages and Telegram channels.

The focus group participants’ reactions are also sent immediately to senior members of the Putin administration, though it’s unclear from the leaked documents what the president’s team does with this information.

Additionally, Meduza has obtained a report that describes in detail the reactions of focus group participants to a press conference held by Putin in December 2021. Viewers’ “overall impression” of the event was “mixed,” according to the report’s authors; for example, most of them reacted negatively to Putin’s answer to a question about Russia’s restrictions on “foreign agents.” In his statement, the president claimed that the “beacon of democracy, the U.S.,” has a law similar to Russia’s repressive “foreign agents” law and that Moscow’s version is “much more liberal” than Washington’s. (This is not the case.)

The focus group also had a negative reaction to Putin’s answer to a question about the use of torture in Russian prisons. Asked how the authorities planned to combat the practice and whether Putin would personally oversee these efforts, Putin said that torture in prisons is a “worldwide problem” and that “there are many places in Europe — say, in France — and in the U.S., the kinds of places that no longer exist even in third world countries.”

Meanwhile, viewers had positive reactions to Putin’s statements that “Ukraine was created by Lenin” and that the U.S. “came to our home with its missiles,” two claims that Putin would use to justify the full-scale war against Ukraine just months later.

Overall, respondents criticized the press conference for featuring “amorphous questions that received amorphous answers,” calling the event “pretty boring,” “predictable,” and “banal.”

A regional official who has heard the Russian authorities discuss their use of focus groups and Clicker Pulse told the authors of this story that the program was the “initiative” of Dialog ANO (whose head, Vladimir Tabak, did not respond to questions about Clicker Pulse). At the same time, the source said he’s confident that if focus group participants begin “criticizing the president too much,” these methods will quickly be discontinued.

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androgeos, the competitive (asteroid 5027)

Son of King Minos and Pasiphae, Androgeus was the brother of Ariadne. He was one of the competitors of the first Panathenaic Games, famously known for its athletics/cultural events. It is Androgeus's death that is most interesting - in some versions, he his killed during the games by his rivals, but in others, he is sent by King Aegeus to confront the Marathonian Bull. In the bull version, he is ran though with one of the bull's horns and bleeds out. Whether he is murderer by his competition or a raging bull, Androgeus's death is blamed on the Athenians - Minos sends an army and a naval fleet to avenge his son. When the Athenians begin to lose to the Cretes, they consult an oracle who tells them to pay tribute to Crete. Every year hence, the Athens sent seven men and seven women to Minos who then sent these people into the labyrinth to face the Minotaur. IN MY OPINION Androgeos in your chart can represent a) how you represent your country / nationalism, b) what/who is out to get you, c) how others avenge you, and/or d) where terrible things that happen to you is just the inciting incident for worse things to come.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of androgeos along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of androgeos AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede androgeos!

OTHER RELATED ASTEROIDS: ariadne (43) and minos (6239)!

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