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Rebellious Jiheon

fromis_9 Jiheon X Male OC | 16192 words

TW: Incest

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"Why did they even bother calling me?" Jae's wife asked. She was obviously annoyed, and after a long day, he wasn't interested in listening to her sharp tone.

"You work there, couldn't they have just said something to you tomorrow?"

She wasn't really talking to him. Most of their conversations went that way nowadays, it seemed. He hadn't been paying too much attention, but what he had overheard of his wife's conversation on the phone hinted that Jiheon had been causing trouble at school again.

"I don't have time for this, Jae. Can you handle it, please?" his wife asked dismissively.

"Sure, though I don't really know what the problem is," Jae agreed as he flipped through a few channels on the TV.

"Her English teacher said Jiheon has been distracting other students in class, AND dressing inappropriately. That little brat, I'll tell you…"

Jae stopped listening. He grew tired of hearing his wife rag on her; Jiheon was an amazing daughter in his eyes. As she droned on, he couldn't help wondering if the "dressing inappropriately and "distracting other students" complaints were related.

The claim wasn't entirely unfounded, that was for sure. Jiheon had undoubtedly been pushing the envelope with her outfits of late. Only a week before, Jae had to send her back in the house when she came out for a ride to school with her belly showing beneath a snug cotton polo shirt.

"Come on Jiheon, you are not excused from the dress code because your dad works at your school. What would your mother say?"

Jiheon put on a smug look and repeated, in a voice eerily similar to his wife's, "You get back in the house immediately young lady, my daughter will not be dressing like a stripper on my watch."

Jiheon flashed a smile when she saw her dad laughing at her impression. She closed the door and skipped back inside. Jae watched her go back toward the house, finding himself more intrigued than he meant to be by the few inches of skin above her skirt in the back, which was rolled a few times at the waist to reveal more of her long, white legs. She looked incredible.

When Jiheon had come back out she was carrying her change of clothes.

"Sorry dad, I don't want to be late so I'll have to change in the car."

He'd tried his best to keep his eyes on the road, but when Jiheon pulled her shirt over her head and revealed her youthful body he had trouble remembering he was driving at all. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders and brushed the skin around the thin white straps of her push-up bra. Her breasts jiggled as he hit a speedbump, teasing her father even more. Jae was grateful when she finally pulled a new shirt over her head and covered up once more - he wasn't sure how much he could take of looking at her without reacting.

So Jae knew firsthand that the call to his wife probably wasn't a mistake. Since she'd recently turned eighteen, Jiheon had just gotten decidedly more rebellious (than she already was). He assumed she would grow out of it. He hoped she would, anyway, he didn't want to have to discipline her at home and at work.

Jae had been working at the high school for almost ten years as athletic director and taught a few history classes as well. High school kids could be angsty sometimes, but he really liked his job, and it meant seeing more of his daughter, which was always nice.

The following Monday at school, Jae still hadn't told his daughter about the phone call her mother had received. He didn't like scolding her, and she had been so sweet to him that morning, thanking him for the ride to school and kissing him unabashedly before taking off to meet up with her friends before class.

His daughter wasn't quite the same girl he used to take to gymnastics and out for ice cream after, although now it was cheerleading and she still loved ice cream. She'd given up the leotard for a cheer uniform, which he'd seen her dancing around in at most school events… He thought better of imagining her in it when he could avoid doing so.

Her hair was thick and dark, more so than both of her parents, and she usually let it fall down to her shoulders. It framed the cutest face he'd ever seen, with big brown eyes, perfect cheekbones and puffy pink lips. She had the slightest overbite that showed off her pretty smile when she bit her lower lip as she often did when nervous.

Needless to say, Jiheon had the beautiful body of an eighteen-year-old that exercised often. Her breasts were bigger than her mother's - a fact that, though unmentioned, clearly made her mother jealous. Her hips were just right too, with a cute little butt that you could get a nice handful of. At 5'-5" she was quite a bit shorter than him and, but she was just the right size. She'd playfully jumped into his arms the other day after school, she couldn't have weighed even 100 lbs.

By the time he reached his office, Jae had only just realized he'd been daydreaming of his little girl the entire time. He wondered how he'd have the conversation with Jiheon about the effect she had on her classmates without falling victim to her himself.

Jae had a lot of work to catch up on that Monday morning. He was glad of it, for he'd ceased worrying about Jiheon long before lunch. And yet, it seemed he could not escape her naughtiness for even half a day.

"Hey Jae, do you have a minute?" Said his friend Jinwoo, another history professor, as he was heading down the hall to the teacher's lounge for lunch.

"Uh oh," he said "This doesn't sound good, you mind walking? Jinwoo matched strides with his friend Jae.

"So, I hate to have to do this to you Jae, but I think you should have a talk with your daughter,"

"Oh God," Jae responded, "what now?"

Jinwoo chuckled, "Nothing too serious buddy,! I'll spare you the details, but… basically, your daughter Jiheon has been the subject of a lot of chatter lately and I thought you ought to know."

"Oh yea, and what kind of 'chatter' is that?" He asked in a frustrated tone.

"Mostly just teenage boy type of stuff, I have a group of boys that come in from their free period early every day so I overhear some of their nonsense." Jae was only somewhat relieved. "Mostly to do with 'how smokin she looks in her gym uniform when she doesn't wear a bra,' or 'how great her ass looked when she bent over.' " He had put on a mocking, punk-teenager voice to lighten the mood but Jae still didn't like hearing about his little girl that way.

"Look, I'm sure no dad wants to hear this, but I think you know what I'm talking about right?"

Jae let out a sigh, "yeah thanks Jinwoo, I'm glad you had the balls to say something."

"Don't mention it," his friend assured him, "… and one more thing, I had her in class earlier this morning… annnnd I don't think she's wearing any… you know…"

"Yea yea yea," Jae raised his hand and stopped him; he didn't want to hear any more. "I'll talk to her today."

Jae's head was spinning a little, and he tried to eat his lunch and small-talk with his colleagues without revealing his frazzled state. Jinwoo patted him on the back as he headed out and Jae had to remind himself it wasn't Jinwoo's fault. He just had a hard time coping with the fact that anyone else had seen his little girl that way. Jiheon was usually such a good girl. She got good grades, did well on the cheer team and (usually) followed the rules at home - what had gotten into her?

The rest of the day drolled on without incident. Mostly, Jae passed the time in between his two afternoon classes rehearsing what he would say to Jiheon about her behavior. He looked for her in the hallway, thinking he might confront her about neglecting to wear underwear but he never got the chance.

When next he saw her, Jiheon was skipping toward his car around 4:30 right after her cheer leading practice got out. He almost wished to see her in the outfit as usual; she always looked incredible in the tight fabric. Instead she was wearing the same gray v-neck sweater and classic schoolgirl skirt - rolled over a few times so she could show off way too much leg for her father's approval. He would mention that to her during their talk, he committed to memory.

He had almost forgotten what his friend Jinwoo had told him about Jiheon earlier that day… almost. That was until she opened the back door and reached way inside to set her bag down over her father's briefcase. Her skirt, short as it was, did nothing to hide his daughter's delicate pink pussy.

Between Jiheon's plump cheeks and exposed thighs she was completely bare and smooth. His eyes were frozen on it; Jiheon's womanhood was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. What he would have given as a boy her age to have gotten his hands and more on her… it was unfathomable. Jiheon was truly perfect from the outside in.

Jae had to tear his eyes from her tiny opening; he was already distracted when he should have been scolding her.

"Jiheon!" he yelled at her; she popped up from her bent over position and looked at him worriedly. "You're not wearing any…" he leaned in whispering, "underwear."

"Oh right… I umm… forgot." Jiheon lied; her dad could see right through her.

Jae told her to get in the car and then walked angrily around the car while glancing over at Jiheon and the feigned look of ignorance on her face. When she sat down in the car he watched her smooth the short skirt over her white thighs. Somehow, knowing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath as she sat there next to him was intriguing… exciting even

And yet the school boys, probably some of the punks he had in his classes, had seen her in the way he just had. Even his friend, her teacher and an older man, had seen Jiheon's young pussy and could have been as turned on as he'd been. Jae didn't want anyone but him to see her like that, because he was likely the only one who could resist her.

"Jiheon, we need to talk." Jae said quite seriously. Jiheon hunched her shoulders as if to retreat.

"Can you guess what I'm going to say?" He asked her.

"Yes dad," Jiheon replied with attitude, "that I have to wear panties to school?"

"Well yes, definitely that. What were you thinking anyway honey? How many boys at school do you think saw your…" naming his daughters pussy to her made it too real. "I did within ten seconds."

Jiheon's face quickly revealed a smile. "You think that's something to smile about?" Jae snapped. Why would she be smiling about her own father seeing her so intimately?

Why would she be smiling in their current situation? Jae waited for the answer, but still she was trying to hide a smirk. Had she done it intentionally? Did she want her father to see?

"No daddy…" she hesitated. Jiheon was stalling

"What then?"

"I'm just wondering…" still she paused.

"Jiheon, spit it out!" her father commanded.

"…if you thought it was pretty?"

Her father was stunned, he truly had not expected anything like that from his daughter. Mostly he had assumed she would be completely grossed out that her father looked at all, much less how long he'd stared.

"Wh…what did you say Jiheon?" Where before he had been stern and confident, now his voice was more unsteady.

"It's just that one of my friends said my pussy looked different and I didn't think so but I don't know so I…" she was rambling as she sometimes did when she was nervous, "I was just wondering if you if you liked it daddy, or was it different like my friend said?"

"That's not something I can answer Jiheon, you're not my little girl anymore. You're a grown woman."

"You can't just tell me daddy? You must think it isn't pretty if you won't just say so!" Jiheon pouted. Jae couldn't tell I'd she was playing at something or not.

"Jiheon that's not the point," her father replied. He'd certainly gotten a good look and found her tight little entry to look incredible, but he wasn't about to tell his daughter that. "The point is that you can't be going to school bottomless! Jinwoo brought it to my attention and who knows who else saw."

Jiheon looked positively defeated; with a tail between her legs, purse-lipped look and sad eyes. Still he couldn't let up, Jae had to be firm with her.

"What has gotten into you lately Jiheon? I mean you know better than that. You should be glad its me telling you and not your mother."

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Jae couldn't quite hear it, but he thought she was talking back to him.

"What did you say?" he asked angrily.

"I said I'm sorry Dad!" with a tear rolling down her cheek. Jae realized he'd been wrong. Jiheon turned to the window and took a quick breath.

"Oh come on Jiheon there's no need to cry." He leaned in to look at her face. A few tears had streamed down; he hadn't meant to make his little girl cry. "If it makes you feel better, you look just right… down there… just the way a beautiful girl like you is supposed to."

Jiheon stopped her hastened breathing and was visibly relieved. She stopped crying, at least there was that. It took a few moments of attempting smalltalk and a joke or two but eventually Jae broke through to his daughter, and by the end of the ride he was feeling much better about their talk.

Every so often, however, he would glance over upon the sight of her skirt riding higher on her enticing thighs. Normally the sight of his daughter's fit little body didn't phase him, but somehow, somewhere in his head he didn't want to acknowledge… knowing she was bare, shaven and with only the fabric of her skirt to block his probing eyes, he was undone.

"But seriously honey, from now on, underwear, please?" Jae said as they pulled in the driveway.

"Yeeess Daaadd." She drew out.

Jiheon's sexiness prevailed as he watched her get out of the car, part of him wondering if he might catch a glimpse of her cute butt or her tight little pussy. Instead, as Jiheon bent over to reach for her bag, this time she held her hand between her legs and fingers trapping her skirt beneath. When she turned, she found her father behind her and knew he'd been watching her. She flashed him her cutest smile and touched his arm as she pranced by. There was something mischievous about it, and though he'd truly hoped to be rid of Jiheon's antics, somehow he doubted it.

And so the next day, as he sat at his desk grading papers, he knew what the authoritative knock was about before he stood up to open the door. But this time, it wasn't his friend, it was the school principal with Jiheon in tow. This time, Jiheon hadn't been merely dressed inappropriately but had been found in the janitor's closet with a classmate's hand up her shirt.

He looked at her, standing there looking as blameless as she possibly could. Her shirt was still disheveled looking, he could see a bit of her smooth stomach peeking out at him. Her skirt was no less revealing than the day before. For a split second he wondered if, like yesterday, were he to lift up her skirt a few inches he would find her bare and bottomless again.

All the while the principal droned on. He had never liked Principal Kim that much, and as he stood there now, being agreeable as the man chastised his daughter he wasn't gaining any respect for him.

"…Now I've brought her to you directly because I want to put an end to this before it gets any more serious or embarrassing."

"Thank you Mr. Principal," Jae offered, "I assure you I will deal with Jiheon severely.

As Principal Kim explained that he'd be giving her a Saturday detention and that he could do a lot more, Jae once again nodded and spoke when he thought the man wanted to hear anything but his own voice. Mostly, he stared at his young daughter and held her gaze whenever she would look up from her feet.

He refused to utter a word on the whole car ride home, he found that it always got to Jiheon more than any of his other tactics. She tried to get him to say something once or twice but the cold glare, unflinchingly forward, told her to keep her mouth shut. The one thing she was grateful of was that her mother wouldn't be home to add to the punishment.

When they walked through the door, Jae grabbed his daughter's arm firmly. Jiheon yelped in response as he dragged her over to the couch in their living room. He nearly tossed her to a seat on the couch, and Jiheon knew how serious he was. He wanted to, badly, but decided against raising his voice. Instead, he said as calmly as he could.

"Jiheon, I just don't know what to say. We talked about this… we agreed… and now this!"

She was silent.

"I mean what am I missing?? Do you want me to lose my job?"

"Dad…I…" Jiheon didn't finish her sentence.

"Oh now you aren't so brave like you were before huh? One minute you're a bad girl, fooling around in the closet with some boy, and now you have nothing to say." He could see Jiheon starting to tear up again and Jae felt the same way he had the day before. 'Not again,' he thought.

"I just…" she was still fumbling around for words.

"I just what?!" He demanded of her.

"I can't help myself daddy!" she said.

"What is that supposed to mean," Jae shot back.

"I mean I start feeling a certain way and then I can't help myself."

Jae truly couldn't understand what she was trying to get at - was this was an angle she was playing or she was somehow telling the truth?

"I get horny Dad, I get hot and bothered and then I start doing things I know I shouldn't. It keeps happening and I don't mean for it to."

"I don't believe you Jiheon, and you better watch your words closely or I am going to really be angry. I won't have my daughter talking that way."

"I'm not lying Daddy I swear." She was really laying it on thick now, or was she? The tears in her eyes said differently. "It's like I already feel that way in the car before I even get to school. I don't know what to do daddy I keep doing things without thinking and I just…"

Jae was feeling bad for her, if only slightly. If she was telling the truth it meant his daughter was having urges, like those he'd had toward Jiheon when she'd bent over and he'd seen her naked lower half right in front of him. Only Jiheon was obviously unequipped to deal with them.

"You expect me to believe all this Jiheon," Jae said with a look of astonishment. "and even if I did how do you expect for me to deal with what happened today?"

His little girl responded feebly, "I'll do whatever you tell me to, I know I was bad… but I'm not lying!" Jae wondered if she could really live up to her promise.

"Even if what you're saying is all true… It is still your responsibility to control yourself Jiheon. You are not a child anymore honey."

"Maybe…" She was unsteady in her words, "maybe you could help me?"

He thought about what she'd said for a minute, and knew that he wouldn't be too harsh on her in the end. Jae decided to skip some tongue lashing and a whole lot of back and forth arguing between he and his unruly teen. She'd asked him for help, though he wasn't sure of what kind.

Jiheon was finally looking at him more than down her fidgeting feet. For the past few minutes since she'd kicked off her shoes she had been wiggling her toes in the carpet and staring downward. Now she was looking remorsefully at Jae with her pretty brown eyes. She never thought that she'd end up here, involving and disappointing her father. So when he responded to her much more lovingly than she'd expected, she listened closely.

"Here is what I'm going to do…" Jae said assertively. Jiheon listened, wide-eyed.

"Jiheon I have got to ground you, I won't have any argument." He put his hand to his forehead and rubbed his temples as he said, "And not a word to your mother about this, I'd be in as much trouble as you if she found out.." Jiheon knew she had lucked out, though her father wasn't done.

"You are definitely not going to that concert this weekend."

"Uhh," Jiheon let out involuntarily, her mouth was open in frustration.

"Oh you better believe it. If your mother asks you'll tell her it is because of the call she took last week about your clothing."

Jiheon nodded.

"And that last thing, about your… feelings." Jiheon's eyes widened. "Maybe you ought to think about, you know…" he was speaking quieter now, "taking care of yourself before school…"

Jiheon blushed and looked bashfully away with a smile.

"…And if you get any more feelings like that, come to my office right away and we'll figure out a way to take care of you."

Jae definitely didn't miss the grin that formed momentarily on Jiheon's face just after his last words to her. He hadn't meant it that way, but looking at her in her adorable outfit and innocent posture, the smile provoked an inappropriate fantasy of working through Jiheon's arousal in the privacy of his office. He decided to let it go.

"Okay daddy, I promise." Jiheon shrugged. He actually believed her; she sounded sincere.

They looked at each other wordlessly for a moment, searching for something in the other's eyes.

"Now go to your room, I'm still mad about all this, and your grounding starts now."

Jiheon scampered off to her room, but not before catching her father off guard with a hug. Her father watched the petite little teenager strut away. Her tight clothing did wonders to show off her slender frame, everything held snugly in place even as she bounced up the stairs. And indeed, after her pert butt came into view he could see a pair of black panties that were far too small in his opinion, for school anyway. At least she was wearing them.

Visions of the cute brunette danced through his head as he brooded over the last two days throughout the evening. His wife was actually happy with him for once when she found out that Jae had grounded their daughter indefinitely.

The next morning, Jiheon smiled and touched him on the shoulder when she came down for a bowl of cereal as he drank his morning coffee. Her face looked flushed and she smiled naughtily at him when they locked eyes. Jae was utterly distracted from the newspaper by the thought that Jiheon had been touching her little pussy only a few moments before, and the boy shorts and night shirt she was walking around the kitchen in certainly didn't help. He could make out entirely too much the shape of her young breast when she reached for a box of cereal; her nipple protrudely enticingly though the thin fabric.

Despite all her teasing, there was no trouble the next day… or the next… or the next. There was no stopping the occasional daydream about her cute bottom or wonderful breasts, but at least he didn't have to hear about Jiheon's misdeeds and imagine her being felt up by a boy in the closet. Jae was happy to be rid of Jiheon's rebellion, and his troublesome thoughts about her were less frequent without the daily conflict.

Unfortunately, his efforts were overturned as he went to hurry Jiheon along one morning when she was taking too long to get ready for school. As he reached her door and heard the soft panting from behind it, he knew Jiheon was taking his advice. Though he'd raised his hand he did not knock. He merely listened as her adorable cooing continued.

"Uh, uh, uuuuuhhh…" Jiheon sounded; she must have been close by the sound of it.

Sure enough, after a few more seconds… or perhaps it was longer… he heard his beautiful daughter moaning more loudly. She tried to use a pillow to stifle her, which would have worked if her father wasn't standing just outside the door. Jae stood there, transfixed… he'd just listened to his little girl finger perfect cute button, cumming a few feet away from him - and at his own recommendation.

When the door opened in front of him, he wasn't prepared for it. Jiheon didn't know what to say either, so she stood still. She was close to him and though she didn't mean to, she glanced briefly down at his pants. Quickly her eyes found her fathers and she tried to pretend she hadn't seen his bulge. The only sound between them was heavy breathing on both their parts before her father spoke.

"Honey , I… I was just coming to make sure you were awake." Her father told her.

"Oh… okay daddy… I'll hurry and get ready."

They locked eyes again before she made her way to the shower, wearing nothing more than a bra and pair of panties, more fuel for her father's imagination.

They were awkward around each other on the ride to school. Jiheon was confused about what was happening between her and her dad. She knew she should have been dismayed by her father listening in on her, but she wasn't in the slightest. In fact, she had a familiar feeling that caused her to fidget in her first few classes.

And her father was understandably preoccupied with thoughts of Jiheon while he got through his morning. He had set out to stop Jiheon misbehaving in school and found himself wanting to serve up his own kind of detention to his daughter. Such were the prevailing thoughts as Jiheon stepped swiftly into his office and shut the door behind her.

"What is it baby?" he questioned her as Jiheon leaned heavily against the door. Despite the morning's activities she was now more aroused than any day she could remember.

"Dad… I had to come in here…" she looked worried, "I was starting to feel that way again and I did what you told me to do and came right to you."

"Sit down honey," Jae told her, "let's try and distract you."

And try as he did to distract his daughter from her predicament, she was still visibly aroused after over five minutes of talking.

"Do you think I could… do it here daddy?"

"Do what Jiheon… wait you mean… no… not here…" He couldn't fathom allowing Jiheon to finger herself in his own office, and where was he to go while she did?

"But daddy… I promise I'll be quiet, you won't even know I'm here." Once again with the puppy dog look in her eyes Jae's resolve was quickly shaken.

"I don't know Jiheon…"

"It's okay dad, if you just grade your papers I'll be so quiet."

Jae didn't know why, but he kept quiet and glanced down at his desk. While he shuffled papers he could hear his daughter adjust herself in his chair. At first she was quiet, and he even attempted to resist looking in her direction, using his computer screen to conceal the view. But when he heard Jiheon panting his eyes were drawn in her direction.

She was sprawled across his chair, head thrown back and hand down between her legs. She looked so beautiful, and her breathing was causing a stirring in his pants. She wasn't being quite as quiet as she promised, but he was anything but upset with her. Jiheon was the embodiment of youth and sexuality as she nudged herself closer to orgasm.

She had pushed her tight pants and panties both down her legs so her naked bottom was visible to him. If he were a younger man, one of her classmates perhaps, he would have liked to join her. He would have grabbed at the painted-on pair of khaki pants and tugged them over her skinny ankles. He would have turned her sharply toward him, so her hips hung just over the edge of the chair before he…

Jae was staring at his daughter, and it was too late before she noticed. He watched her abdomen begin to convulse, tightening rhythmically as she eagerly fingered her soft mound. She was nearing her climax, and when she noticed her father watching her it was upon her before she knew it. She looked right into his eyes and searched them, knowing he shouldn't be watching her but not wanting him to stop.

What she felt next was wonderful. As Jiheon came, her eyes flitted down and back up to her father's. For the second time that day, she came and her own daddy was on her mind. This time, however, he wasn't standing outside her door but sitting right in front of her. Where before he had been listening to her he was now watching, and she knew how much he liked it. As the sweet wave of sensation washed over and through her, she felt her love for her father evolve further.

"Oh my God," Jiheon whispered.

'Oh my God,' her father thought.

As Jiheon calmed down from her heightened state she tried to slow her breathing. Her father pretended to do something with the papers on his desk but she knew she had distracted him beyond belief. She almost felt bad for him, wondering if he was hard under his desk after watching her touch herself not five feet away. Jiheon spoke first,

"Thanks dad, I needed that."

"You're welcome baby… but I don't think you should plan on doing that in here anymore."

"Why not daddy?" Jiheon asked sweetly.

"Because Jiheon, we're in my office… at your school… and I shouldn't be watching y…" He stammered, not meaning to admit it, "I mean letting you touch yourself here." Jae replied, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself.

"But Dad…" Jiheon was trying to be cute again, "are you sure it's because we're at school, or is it something else?"

Jae didn't really have an answer for the question, though he was certain he knew what his cheeky young daughter was getting at. So Jiheon flipped her hair back over her shoulder, slid out of the chair and grabbed the waistband of her pants at her ankles.

Once again her father was dazed; the sexy brunette had turned away from him and bent at the waist. As she reached down her beautiful legs flexed, her butt looked cute and plump, and best of all her tiny flower and its pink petals peered back at him above a visible gap between her upper thighs. It glistened wonderfully, betraying that what she'd done during school much less in front of her own father.

Having just seen Jiheon pant and shiver herself into orgasm, he wanted nothing more than to walk up behind her and push into her tight opening with his solid tip. And all too soon she was easing her tight waistband up and over her backside, shimmying to get it over her hips. Jae let out the breath of air he'd been holding as his momentary daydream evaporated.

"I'll see you after school daddy." Jiheon said cutely as she walked to the door. Her father intended to stand and escort her to the door. Glancing down as he placed his palms on the desk, he knew if he stood he show how he truly felt about wanting his little girl.

The bell rang. Lunch period was over. Jiheon felt disappointed she'd been cheated out of seeing her father's erection tenting his pants, as the bell gave him an excuse to sit back down. She wanted to see it, and how could she be blamed? Jiheon couldn't help that she'd been thinking of him as he sat and watched her slide her finger back and forth over her clit. It was his name on the tip of her tongue as she shook through the warm rush of pleasure.

So, it was her daddy on her mind as she sat through her afternoon classes. Math was her least favorite subject, but as she debated whether or not to continue her teasing of her father and how far it might go, the bell rang before she'd even checked the clock. And as she sat through the last class of the day, Jiheon knew her answer.

Things were happening kind of fast for Jae and Jiheon both. One minute Jae was feeling protective about his innocent teenager on display at school. The next he was staring at his daughter's midsection or her full, soft cleavage while she was sprawled bottomless on his office chair. He had never looked at her breasts with such desire before; he imagined they would look great in any position… probably pert, with gravity defying youth if she was on top of him.

They talked as usual on the way home. Jiheon had no skirt to push up high on her thigh, and she'd already unbuttoned her blouse far enough that her dad could see her white push-up bra squeezing her tits together.

There was a different attitude toward each other influencing every word and glance. Suddenly Jae wasn't just chatting with his daughter, he was flirting with her. Jiheon's smiles had him asking prying questions and joking around to keep hearing her adorable laugh.

Jiheon's mother was home when they got back and it spoiled all the fun. Jiheon wanted to be near to him, near enough to feel her daddy's warmth and intimidating presence. She had to settle for the occasional sideways grin at him at the dinner table or later a few words in the family room with her mother nearby. The only vision Jae was treated to of his young brunette was that of Jiheon's subtle curves cloaked in one of his own t-shirts. Her breasts stood out proudly in the light of her bedside lamp, but only momentarily for she closed the door and was hidden from his view.

Things had changed so quickly over the last few days. Keeping Jae up that night was the thought of his daughter's hand between her legs in his office, the tantalizing view of her breasts beneath an unbuttoned blouse, and the tortuous thought that Jiheon might be wearing nothing but his old t-shirt but a room away. Jae never had trouble sleeping, even when stress at work had him wound up all day, but this was different. His wandering mind conjured images of his baby, bare and beautiful, in all the ways he wanted her. If he went into her room right now, after all that had happened, would she want him too?

In turn, Jiheon lay awake in her own bed, wishing she could have pushed things a bit further with her daddy. She saw him looking at her with desire before he told her to change before school, and every moment up to then she'd gotten more daring. Jiheon came again that night, and with her fingers inside her pussy she pretended it was her father instead. If she could only show him that she was all grown up and that if he wanted to he could do more than watch…

Jiheon's dreams were naughty that night, and she awoke feeling more aroused than ever. She'd thought her father's hand shaking her awake was part of the fantasy she'd been right in the middle of. They were both naked in her bedroom. She was lying on her back, and her daddy was hovering over her. Below… his pelvis was moving up and down and it felt incredible with her daddy's big, throbbing…

"Jiheon wake up!"

Something was stirring her from her dream. She didn't want to let go of the feeling of…

"Honey come on, it's time to wake up!" Jae said again as he shook his daughter.

Jiheon groaned and she couldn't stay asleep anymore.

"Mmmm… good morning daddy."

Jiheon pushed her arms up and over her head to stretch. As she did so her back arched and pushed her breasts through her dad's t-shirt. Jae wanted so badly to reach out and feel them, warm and supple against his hand.

"You don't want to be late for school baby." Jae told her.

"… what time is it dad?"

"It's almost 7:15, I'm guessing you haven't… taken care of yourself this morning have you?"

her father asked hesitantly.

"No daddy but I really need to, I had some dreams last night." Jiheon said sweetly, her eyes looking so pretty that morning.

"Well you better hurry honey, you don't have all morning."

Jae stood up to go, using every bit of his will not to stay. Jiheon was his little girl, and he owed it to her not to be weakened by her beauty - that wasn't her fault. But Jiheon didn't want him to go; she reached out her hand and took hold of his arm. Jae turned around, wide-eyed.

"Maybe you could stay dad…"

"What…?" Jae asked, she couldn't have said what he thought she did.

"It would be faster if you were with me… if you helped."

Jae was silent, for the upteenth time that week Jiheon had him at a loss for words. And then Jiheon was slowly moving his hand, their fingers intertwined. When he felt the warmth of her thigh he simply couldn't fathom stopping her.

So he let Jiheon keep urging him higher between her legs. At first she may have been guiding his hand but by the time he came in contact with her incredibly warm center he'd taken over. Even the outside of what he knew would be a beautifully tight tunnel was slick with his daughter's arousal.

"Jiheon, I shouldn't be doing this."

"It's okay daddy," she said. He heard Jiheon take a deep breath; she'd been holding it in anticipation. "Please… please I really want you to…"

"Baby, I.." he started, but Jiheon cut in:

"Just until I cum once daddy… I promise I'll be quick."

She was too adorable, irresistible; Jae began rubbing his finger up and down her tiny lips. Jiheon wrapped her fingers around her daddy's wrist as he touched her. It only took a moment or two before Jiheon was taking quick and shallow breaths, so when her father pressed the tip of his finger to her opening and then past it it took only seconds for her to climax.

"Oh my God daddy… I'm cumming…"

In the instant he urged his finger into her Jae knew she was a virgin - it put a smile on his face. His daughter was a sight to behold as he continued to slide his index finger in and out of her through the orgasm.

He'd been so caught up fingering his little girl he hadn't noticed that she'd maneuvered her hand over to his lap. As if watching the sexy brunette convulse wasn't enough to make him hard, the way she was grabbing at and stroking his erection through his pants certainly did.

Jiheon came to after a moment or so but didn't stop holding onto her daddy's penis. She wasn't to see; she could tell by feeling it that her he must have a huge one. When Jae moved her hand off she sighed and wished she could go on touching him. Jae wished she would to, but with their mother getting ready to leave downstairs, he had to go.

At school that day he didn't see his daughter all day, Jae had told Jiheon that he needed time to think. He'd intended to find a way to end the dangerous game that he and his baby girl were playing, but instead he could only think of her sprawled on the bed that morning. Jiheon found herself fidgeting in class, thinking of her daddy's hands on her pussy… his finger inside of her. It took her everything not to disobey his orders and go running to his office.

The ride home was stuffy. Jiheon squirmed in her seat, wondering if her dad would speak up about their morning's activities. But he didn't say anything about it. In fact, he didn't say much at all. She sat there, conflicted about the desires toward her father she felt. She wished he would visit her later that night to tuck her in. As she wiggled her fingertip over her sensitive clit she could only think of her father.

Jiheon didn't have much experience with boys. She'd only given a handjob at a sleepover; her parents definitely didn't know there would be boys there. Even then he'd only lasted a minute or two. Somehow she knew that her daddy would be a much better lover, that he'd be gentle with her and show her things she'd never felt before.

But he didn't come to her room that night. He didn't wake her in the morning either, so Jiheon lay there awake and unable to motivate herself to masturbate the way her dad had instructed. Furthermore, her dad wasn't there to drive her to school in the morning either; her mother said he'd gone to work early for a meeting.

Jiheon was worried. Had she done something wrong? She knew her father was hesitant about what was happening between them, but she couldn't have mistaken his arousal the morning he'd sent her into a feverish orgasm. She wanted to be near him, to know that everything was okay and he still loved her.

And then there was that feeling again. It started in her first period when one of her classmates was staring at her with the same look she'd seen many times. She was wearing her sweater dress with tall dark socks. From her knee to the very high hem of the dress was completely bare. She thought she looked cute in the mirror that morning, and Jack's terrible attempts to hide his gaze confirmed it. She hadn't even gotten to show her dad that morning.

The feeling grew each period until lunch. Her friend Chae slipped past her in the lunch line, and the way he brushed his hips against her butt couldn't have been an accident. She was surprised; usually Chae didn't come on to her like that. Perhaps she looked a little cuter than she intended. All through lunch she dealt with a tingling heat building inside her.

Jae was working quietly at his desk during the lunch period when the door quickly opened and closed. Jiheon pressed her back against it and breathed heavily.

"What the heck Jiheon?" Jae asked incredulously. His daughter's chest heaved a few more times as she caught her breath. Even in the oversized sweater her body was a thing to marvel at. It barely covered anything. Or maybe it did, but his fatherly instincts had him thinking he needed to buy his little teenager a new wardrobe.

"What the heck…DAD?" Jiheon looked up and fired back.

"I don't like your tone."

"Well I don't like when a boy touches me and then doesn't talk to me ever again." Wow was she feisty, he father thought. He was surprised to hear her so confrontational, but he liked it.

"Okay first of all, I'm not a boy I'm your father. And second it isn't like that."

"What is it like DAD, because it feels like I came to you and asked for your help and now you're ignoring me?" She started to sound sad, and Jae knew she wasn't exactly wrong.

"Baby," he told her "I'm sorry… I didn't mean for it to be like that."

Jiheon took a few steps toward him. She wasn't sure what she was looking for from him, but the arousal that had been driving her crazy a few minutes ago certainly wasn't gone. Jae went on to say that he just thought they needed to take a little time off and think about what had happened. He said he didn't mean to ignore her, he loved her…

And then he stopped talking. He stopped because his hands were on his daughter's hips. His hands were on Jiheon's hips and she had just straddled his lap. Her dress had ridden up on her hips and revealed a pair of black cotton panties.

Neither of them wanted to say anything and spoil the moment. Jae was done making excuses. His daughter obviously wanted this, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it too, whatever IT was.

So when Jiheon started slowly moving her hips he didn't protest. He had been hard since he saw her walk in the door. Jiheon could feel her father's cock sticking straight up toward his belt and she guided her hips along that path. Her father's hands held her tight and pushed her firmly down into his lap.

"Unhhh," Jiheon whined as his shaft stimulated her clit wonderfully. "Oh God daddy…"

She was already so aroused, but when her dad reached a hand up and under the dress she was on fire. His fingers inched high enough to encounter her bra; but when he didn't find one he wasn't entirely surprised. Just before his hand came to cup her soft breast, Jae realized he'd never seen Jiheon's breasts. Sure, he'd caught a glimpse of them in one of her tiny little shirts, but with his hand resting just below, Jae held his breath.

Jiheon kept grinding on her father's lap while waiting for him to move his hand higher. The tingling feeling continued to spread from her core to her limbs, from her limbs to the tips of her fingers. When her daddy's hand finally encircled the bottom of her tit she moved her hand over his quickly to close it. The sensation of his large palms holding her gently quickly brought her orgasm close at hand. He pawed, he squeezed, testing the softness and bounce of her breast. This, of course, had Jiheon moaning and writhing fast in her father's lap.

"Unhh… unhhh… unhhhh…" cried Jiheon, "Daddy you're gonna make me cum… your big cock feels so… unhhh… good!"

Jae worried that someone might hear them, or walk in to see him feeling up his daughter while she humped his lap desperately. But he couldn't stop her… he wouldn't. Her bottoms were so wet that they were leaving a damp spot on his slacks, and still he only urged her down harder. The layers of cloth between his daughter's bare pussy and his solid shaft dulled the sensitivity, but the sheer weight of their forbidden actions were really getting Jiheon going.

It was too much for her and seconds later, with a gasp and clench of her thighs, Jiheon was cumming in her daddy's lap. The teenager had to bury her head in her father's shoulder to silence her cries, but still she worked her mound over her father's bulging pants. She was quivering and unsteady as she did.

Jae adored his baby girl and the level of satisfaction he'd brought her. He'd given her exactly what she needed after a tough morning of dreaming that her dad might help her cum like he had the day before. He was ecstatic to help her, but now he was stuck with a hard-on like no other and frenzied desire to lay Jiheon on the desk and ravage her.

He did just that, and Jiheon barely noticed for her head was still rattled by the effects of her climax. The added pressure of her father''s hips against her own didn't help it clear as he laid her on the desk. Jae had easily lifted the tiny brunette and placed her where he wanted her. As he scrunched the sweater up her lithe body it shuffled and creased the papers he'd been grading. He couldn't have cared less. His hands quickly moved to his belt. Jae was going to be buried inside his beautiful teenager once and for all.

His pants fell, and his fingers fumbled to Jiheon's waist. He would have ripped off her panties but he needed to be more gentle with her.

"Daddy what are you doing?" Jiheon asked when she finally came around.

"Shhh baby, daddy's going to fuck you now, okay?"

Jiheon was worried, she had come into his office wanting something, but this was more than she'd bargained for.. The bulge in her father's boxer briefs looked big… too big. And not on his desk in the middle of the school day!

"NoooOoo…" she whined, "we shouldn't… we can't Daddy."

Jae wasn't hearing her, instead focusing his energies on keeping Jiheon still so he could remove her miniature black underwear His own daughter had just humped herself into orgasm and he intended to show her how to make her father feel good too. His cock throbbed to be released and then enveloped in Jiheon's tight quim.

"Daaaad…nooo…" she protested, drawing it out when his bulge came in contact with her bare clit. Her legs hung down over the edge of the desk, panties stretched between her feet.. 'This is really going to happen,' she thought. Jiheon didn't know whether to be scared or excited; wasn't this what she wanted all along? His penis looked so large that she was worried what it might do to her,

And then the bell rang.

The two of them held still until the long drone overhead stopped. Jae took stock of his daughter: face still flushed, her dress bunched just above her perfect little nipples and her tiny opening was waiting to accept him. Jiheon's eyes didn't leave her father's as he loomed over her. What was he going to do?

Jiheon's socks brushed the backs of her father's legs, jolting him out of his transfixion. Jae couldn't make up his mind. Should he just do it, should he take his daughter's virginity right there in the middle of his office? He certainly wanted to, and she was so vulnerable and ready for it.

He was taking too long; Jiheon started to worry she would be late for class again. Ms. Sherman was the one who caught her in the closet with that boy and she didn't want to test her again. Jiheon slowly slipped to her feet, unable to help her tiny mound from coming in contact with her father again.

She pulled her dress down and smoothed it out over her thighs. Watching her nude little body disappear was a terrible thing, especially as the sweater material covered up her youthful breasts

"Sorry Daddy… I have to go." There really was remorse in Jiheon's eyes as she said it. She leaned in close, putting a hand on her father's chest and standing on tiptoe "But you can fuck me after school if you still want to…"

It was jarring to hear Jiheon talk that way. Jae was speechless as his teenager kissed him on the lips and walked toward the door.

"Thank you daddy," she said with a big smile. "I feel much better now, I promise I'll pay you back later. I get out of cheerleading at 4:30"

Jae grimaced. 'What a tease,' he thought to himself. He felt like grabbing her by the arm and pinning her against the wall so he could call in her promise immediately. From the looks of it she was going to be a very tight fit; he might have to take his time helping her adjust. He knew he was well endowed, perhaps more-so considering how tiny Jiheon's pussy was, but he looked forward to filling her up regardless.

It must have taken Jae a full hour to get even a moment of work done. Even then, he was doing it half-mast. And just when he started to return to his papers, a glance down below his desk revealed Jiheon's pair of sexy black underwear. He reached down to grab them just before the bell rang, shoving them quickly in his pocket.

Students filed in for his last class of the day. But no matter what he tried, he could not get his mind off of finding Jiheon and releasing all his pent-up arousal deep into her young, snug insides. Even the glimpse of other pretty high schoolers in his class had Jae pining to be with his daughter again. The damp black lingerie that he kept thumbing in his pocket was calling to him, convincing him of what he had to do.

He wanted her so by the time class ended that he was out the door before any of his students. He glided down the halls, checking first at her locker and then the place in the lobby where all the cheerleaders seemed to congregate. She wasn't in either place. Downstairs he checked the gym, and didn't see any of the girls out on the floor warming up for practice. As Nagyung, another cheerleader walked toward the girls' locker room, he called out to her .

"Tell Jiheon her father needs to see her right away, will you Nagyung?"

"Sure Mr. Reynolds!" she responded. Nagyung was always curiously nice to him.

Inside the locker room Jiheon's friend relayed the message. Girls who overheard "ooo-ed" and "ahh-ed" or taunted that Jiheon was in trouble. Jiheon herself wondered what her dad could want badly enough to pull her out of practice. Quickly she pulled on the rest of her cheerleading outfit. They had really gotten away with showing a lot of skin this year, with a halter-top and skirt that barely covered her behind. Of course, they had matching boy-shorts to cover up on spin and jump moves, but in her haste Jiheon hadn't put them on. It reminded her of earlier that day, which obviously brought a certain heat beneath her skirt.

Sure enough, her father was waiting close by.

"Hey Dad, what's up…" Jiheon started, but her father interrupted.

"You're not in trouble Jiheon but follow me." He grabbed her by the arm and quickly led her across the gym. Jiheon was nervous but admittedly excited about what was going on. She always liked it when boys were a little agressive; her father's strong grasp sent butterflies fluttering through her tummy.

When they reached the other side of the gym she thought he would take them through the exit doors next to the bleachers. Instead she watched her father check around them, standing next to the plastic panels blocking entry beneath the bleachers. When he seemed sure nobody was watching, Jae ducked behind the false wall and dragged his daughter with him.

It was darker there; nobody could see without looking for them. Once they were both safely concealed, Jae pulled his daughter in close and pressed her against the wall of the gym. His lips fell upon hers greedily, and Jiheon lifted a leg to pull them together. She knew what her dad wanted; the hard-on fighting against his slacks gave him away.

She kissed him with an equal amount of passion. Even though he'd helped abate her pent up urges earlier that day, thinking of what he'd meant to do to her when he'd pulled off her panties had riled her up more than ever. Jiheon didn't care that it was wrong. She didn't care that they were in her school or under the bleachers. And she didn't care that she could hear the cheerleading squad gathering out on the gym floor. By the time her other foot lifted off the ground as her father pinned her against the wall, Jiheon was ready for whatever was next

"Slow down Daddy," Jiheon giggled, "I'm all yours now…"

But he didn't slow down. Just as soon as his lips left hers, his fingers found the hem of her top and pulled it up over her head. The tight-fitting shirt rustled her hair as it left her shoulders, and her pert breasts jiggled free of their trap. Her back came into contact with the cold wall but her bare chest was immediately warmed by her dad once again squeezing her between him and the concrete.

As their lips came together again, father and daughter's tongues fought to gain ground. They practiced twirling around each other's; Jiheon licked the roof of Jae's mouth playfully. All the while Jiheon was unbuttoning her father's shirt. And before long, Jae's hands lowered to his baby's waist. He paused to grip her tit, admiring it briefly before wrapping thumb and forefinger around her thin waist.

But he didn't stop there, and as soon as his hand cleared the ruffled fabric of her skirt, he found her bottomless once again.

"Jesus Jiheon, you are a bad girl," his fingers taunted the outer lips of her now-slick entrance, "do you ever listen to me baby?"

Jiheon tilted her head, arching her back simultaneously while her father fingers pried at her sensitive lips. "I'm sorry daddy…uuoohhh… I didn't have time to put my bottoms on before I came out."

They remained silent for a moment while concentrating on what Jae was doing with his hands down below. He continued to feign that he might sink a finger into her hot little center, but then he'd pull away. It was driving Jiheon crazy.

"I'll listen now daddy…" she said through a breath and a gasp, "I'll do whatever you tell me to, I promise."

Standing there with his gorgeous daughter, touching and gazing upon her slender teenage body and its inexplicable proportions, he knew exactly what he wanted her to do.

"Okay then Jiheon," he started, while sliding a fingertip just between her wet lips, "how about you take off my pants first."

"Ok Daddy!" Jiheon complied excitedly. It was hard to do anything with her father's finger stroking her tingling inner walls.

She fumbled with his belt but in a few seconds his pants fell to the ground with a clink. Her hand held the outline of his manhood through his underwear, she was nervous to finally see it for real.

"It feels so big daddy," she said admiringly, but with apparent nervousness in her voice.

"It will be okay honey, I promise to go slow."

Still she ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. She wanted to tease him like he had done to her. But now, with the amazing feeling of her father working his finger in and out of her pussy to his second knuckle, Jiheon wanted to finally know what having her daddy's penis inside of her would feel like. At long last, she grabbed his waistband and tugged it over him and down around his thighs

Jae's cock sprung free of his underwear impressively; it looked over eight inches long and very thick. The way they were standing it was dangerously close to his daughter's virgin hole; it made both of them hold their breath for a second as reality set in.

Jiheon carefully took him in her hand. Her father groaned appreciatively as his daughter finally touched him the way he'd wanted for too long. Her hand looked miniature wrapped around Jae's cock, but it felt fantastic when she began sliding it up and down like she heard she was supposed to.

Jae involuntarily closed the distance between his hips and Jiheon's. Only a few more inches and he'd be positioned to make her a woman.

"I've never had sex before dad, but aren't we supposed to use a condom?" Jiheon questioned innocently.

"Yes baby." her father said, respiring heavily, "but it's okay, I'll be careful."

Inexperienced as she was, she was right, but he couldn't stop now. Jiheon wouldn't have allowed him to anyway, but his promise calmed her. They both knew Jiheon wasn't on birth control, her mother wouldn't allow it. It made their secret even riskier, and all the more exhilarating.

"I had my period two weeks ago daddy, so we have to be REALLY careful.. okay?" The way she continued stroking him, picking up speed even, made it impossible for Jae to say anything that might stop them now. Even if she was at her most fertile, nothing could stop him fucking her now.

Jiheon made like she would get on her knees; she knew a little about how to give a blowjob, and she wanted to make her dad happy. But he stopped her before she could kneel before him. Pulling her back up to face him, he kissed her, looked into her eyes and said,

"Later sweetie, I can't wait any longer to make love to you," he told her.

Jiheon wore the biggest smile he'd ever seen, she felt a warmth deep inside her and a twinge of nerves.

"Take it in your hand," her father instructed. Jiheon complied. "Now point it at your … ahhh right there…" Her father was cut off as Jiheon got ahead of him. His tip came into contact with her mound and was immediately coated with her wetness.

"Are you ready… are you sure… my bad little daughter?" As he said it Jae was nudging his tip against Jiheon's opening - it felt incredible to both of them.

"Yes Daddy…"

"Tell me you want it," he asked.

"Ugghh… I want it," she said, squirming as his tip kneaded her clit.

"Are you going to take my virginity?" Jiheon asked. She pulled at him, her hand still encircling his rod as he lingered outside of her. "Ooohh… are you daddy?…or are you going to just talk about it."

Jae scoffed, hesitating a moment at her edginess, and then promptly accepting her challenge.

He pushed forward.

Jiheon's lips protested, but gave way.

Jae's tip, the whole thing, but only that, was finally fit snugly inside her. The feeling was inexplicable. Jiheon, who was experiencing it for the first time, adored the warmth bestowed in her by her dad's invading head. And Jae had never felt something so snug and inviting; they both wanted more.

With one leg lifted and wrapped around his naked thigh to allow him access, Jiheon stood helpless but fulfilled as her dad slid in further.

There was pain at first.

Jae paused, far from entirely within his little girl.

"Are you okay Jiheon?" He asked lovingly; the look on her face demanded he check.

"Oh Dad…uhhhhhhh…" she panted needily, "Daaad…"

Jiheon's chest heaved.

She was too arousing a sight. He urged just a bit further.

Jiheon howled.

Worrying they would be heard he stopped moving.

"Shhhhhh honey," he consoled, placing a finger over her lips. Luckily the noise level in the gym was full of cheerleaders and part of band practicing. "Do you want to stop? Does it hurt too bad."

Jae hoped to God she didn't.

"NO!" Jiheon cried in a hushed voices, "No Daddy, no… Keep going, I can be a big girl for you…uhhhhh… and your…oohhhh," Her father had continued channelling into her, "your big… ohmygod…thick…unnhh… cock."

By the time she finished saying it Jae was as far as he could go. Standing the way they were he could not shove all the way into his daughter's pussy. Jiheon was lucky because she was having a hard enough time adjusting to her dad's size already.

Impaled and pinned against the wall, Jiheon returned a long, desirous kiss from her father. It helped her take her mind off the discomfort of having him inside her, penetrating her for the first time. So did the way his hands seemed to glide around her body, finding all of the right spots to massage her and help her along. When he finally moved again she was ready.

Jae slowly withdrew from his daughter.

Her snug insides gripped him, resisting his exit.

As her entrance gave way to the ridge of his tip, Jiheon let out the breath she'd been holding. Jae wanted nothing more than to plunge back inside her, but watching his little girl catch her breath he knew to wait. Instead he swiped a hand under her yellow skirt and grabbed hold of her tender, padded cheek. With the other he palmed her ample breasts.

"Put it back in daddy… please," Jiheon begged after a few seconds. She couldn't stand being so empty with his hands provoking her so.

Again he thrust into her, hesitating just inside.

Jiheon acted immediately, urging him with her leg from behind.

She whimpered as her dad drove inward.

"Ohh fuckkk daaad…" she whimpered.

"Ohh Jiheon… my little girl…" her father answered, "you feel so good…you are…" she was listening closely to dull the hurt, "perfect." he whispered in her ear.

Nobody had ever told her that. Jiheon, now speared again by her father, wanted nothing more than to make him as happy as he was making her. The ache of her lost virginity was passing, replaced by the slow piston of her daddy in her pussy. She did what she could to rock her hips to meet him.

By the third or fourth time he entered her, Jiheon lost count. Jae quickened his thrusts to a level he thought his daughter could handle, higher still when he felt her returning his movements. He could feel every inch of her insides as he slid past, and she him. Young as she was there was moisture soaking their junction and easing Jae's repeated entry into her forbidden teenage pussy.

Moments later, Jae was holding his daughter's ass firmly and plunging into her again and again. His head was nuzzled into her neck and between enamored kisses and flicks of his tongue, Jiheon could feel her father's breath heavy on her skin.

"You're so bad daddy…" she hissed in his ear, "oooohhh…you're the naughty one…"

"Is that right… uhhh… my little daughter who humped my lap…ughh.. . until you came?"

He thrust harder, prodding a little deeper into her.

"You're the one… ohh fuck daaaadd… who pulled me out of practice…uhhhh uhhhh uhhhh… so you could take my virginity…"

"My little teenager…who doesn't wear panties to school…and lets boys feel her up in the locker room." he was fucking Jiheon hard enough to see her breasts shudder with each thrust.

Jiheon gasped, "it was the janitor's closet," she whispered back and pushed her father away with a hand on his chest. His cock slid out of her and sprang to attention awaiting her next move.

"Well then daddy," she replied with attitude. Turning around, Jiheon slid her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and shimmied out of it, bending at the waist. "If you're not as naughty as me," she was glancing back at him over her shoulder, "then maybe you shouldn't fuck me doggy while while I take off my skirt for you"

Sure enough, wonderfully naked, with only the steel supports of the bleachers and dim light for a backdrop, Jiheon bent over and wiggled her butt at her dad. And before she could stand up, her father took a quick step forward, directed his tip to her bare, tender opening, and penetrated her once again.

"Unnnnnhhhhh…" Jiheon cried out, covering her mouth as she caught herself.

Carefully but deliberately Jae drove into his daughter once more. He didn't give her much time to catch her breath either; her challenge motivated him to take her more forcefully this time.

Jiheon braced herself with her hands on the wall as her dad pounded into her. Her father fucking her from behind was entirely new, as was the depth his big cock was reaching in their new position. Jiheon had to stand on her toes to help him fuck her just right. The squishing sound of her slick walls separated repeatedly by his advances was audible to both of them.

"Ooo fuck…" she whined

"Jiheon…" Jae called.

"Fuuuuck daddy," cried Jiheon as he continued to thud against her butt.

His hands firmly grasped her hips, pulling her to him when he was thrusting forward. In and out again dad's cock went in his daughter's pussy. He was making her feel things she'd never even fathomed, stimulating depths inside her with his thick cock she didn't know he could.

Her back was arched impressively and at some point Jiheon began leaning into each thrust of her father's pelvis. Her breasts hung freely and swayed until her dad reached forward to hold one. It soft and wonderful in his hand, perky like only an eighteen year old girl's could be. Jae placed his other hand on her lower back, warm with perspiration, and used it to leverage driving into his daughter's hot center. His cock kept touching a spot inside her that was sending a jolt to her brain each time he slid out of her pussy and back in.

He would remove his cock but for the very tip, then pry her back open and fill her up until she whimpered and cried. Once or twice when Jae's hips met his teenager's cute butt, he held her tight, pushing and flexing for a few precious millimeters deeper in her snug tunnel. It made Jiheon writhe, both in pleasure and pain while her dad showed her how it felt to be truly full of his manhood.

When he had plunged into her enough times, pressuring the spot that was causing her to quake and moan louder, Jiheon started to feel her knees weaken.

"Daddy… I feel…ohh no… I feel like I'm going to…" she warned desperately. She was powerless to stop him, and soon she had not enough strength to even stand on her own two legs.

Her father didn't relent, he actually picked up speed. Knowing if he refused to let up he would make his baby girl cum, Jae held her tight as her legs gave out and he continued sliding his cock in her tunnel over and over.

"Daaad… wait… I'm gonna… ughhh unhhhh… I feel"

Suddenly she went silent. A feeling, one that started deep within her, shot out in all directions. If her father hadn't reached down to cover her mouth she would have screamed at the top of her lungs. Instead, as he held most of her weight, her dad pulled her straight up and speared her insides while she moaned into his hand. As she came, fluids covered his cock and dripped down onto his legs and feet. His little girl was the first he'd ever been with that came so hard.

His little girl shaking in his arms was the sexiest thing Jae had ever experienced. He did what he could to rock his hips and continue stimulating her quaking insides while pawing at her exposed breasts and abdomen. He raked her skin lightly with his nails. Jiheon was still orgasming; tears were coming from eyes.

When she finally stopped quivering, Jae was kissing her neck tenderly and holding both her tits in his hands. His elbows squeezed her tight, and slowly but surely she found strength returning to her legs. Jiheon's whole body tingled, and there was still the incredible feeling of her daddy's cock buried in her dripping quim.

"Dad…" she paused, "that's never happened to me before." Her father was pecking kisses on her cheek and ear from behind her - it felt nice. "I'm sorry I got you all wet."

Jae chuckled at that, "Don't be sorry baby, that was the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

Jiheon blushed, reveling in being hugged tightly by her father. She wanted nothing anymore but to feel stuffed full of her daddy. Nevertheless he slid out of her as she turned around to face him.

"I want you to cum too daddy," she pleaded, taking hold of him and feeling her hand slide on his thick shaft from all the fluids she'd left.. "What can I do, I want you to feel like I just did."

A big smile crossed Jae's face: "Well I don't know if I can cum that hard little one, but can you take a little more?" he asked.

"Daaad… you can fuck me any time you want." she promised kissing his lips, "any way you want," planting a kiss on his cheek, "anywhere you want." she said, looking around and planting another one on his manly chest. On just the other side of the bleachers, some fifty feet away, Jiheon's cheerleading squad was practicing. Some of them wondered where she'd gone off to. If only they knew that she was so close by, losing her virginity to her loving father, and loving every second of it…

Reaching down he grasped her surprisingly generous butt and lifted her up. Not too far away was a stack of chairs covered in a thick packing blanket. It was the perfect place to set his beautiful brunette down and fuck her senseless. Not before that, however, Jiheon took advantage of her position and reached below her to grab her father's cock again. She had to lift herself a little, but it might just work. As she flexed her legs, they slid and slung over her father's arms. Jae wondered what she was doing, and a few seconds later he got his answer.

When Jiheon released herself, it was right down onto his upright cock. He hadn't expected it; the increase in warmth and pressure on him was amazing. His daughter surprised him yet again, the naughty little minx was doing her best to pump up and down on him as he held her in his arms. It was adorable and undeniably sexy; he let her exert her little body until she was panting from the effort.

She was so light he was in no rush to set her down and get in her way. Each time she lifted her tiny athletic body, her pussy fought his return inside of her. It turned him on so much that he knew he was getting close to his own orgasm.

Jiheon was watching between them, focusing hard on moving up and down, and Jae was watching her. He loved her look of awe and ecstasy as she changed the pace and stared at the evidence of their incest, their forbidden and life-altering love. At some point Jae was helping her move and the burning in Jiheon's thighs went away. She finally looked up to see him looking at her adoringly.

Without releasing from her gaze, Jae maneuvered Jiheon over to the stack of chairs. He withdrew just long enough to get her situated so he could fuck her just right. Jae lingered there, his heavy cock wagging and brushing her hyper-sensitive nub. He even slid his tip against her tender clit before rubbing it along the bottom of the his thick shaft. It was too long to be without her father inside her.

"Come on… please…" Jiheon begged. "fuck me daddy…ohhh…stick your cock in your little girl's pussy…I want it"

Jae held his finger to his lips again. "Careful honey." The band wasn't playing anymore outside, but someone was dribbling a basketball and the cheerleaders were still going. If Jiheon was too loud, they could be found.

Though the naughtiness of dad taking daughter's virginity in the school gym appealed to the pair, getting caught would definitely prevent their tryst ever happening again. Jiheon hoped it would. And if he hadn't been transfixed by her nakedness and the begging look in her eye, Jae would have been thinking of fucking all the ways he was going to fuck his daughter next.

But his adorable brunette was waiting patiently for her dad to be buried in her warm tunnel again, and Jae couldn't stand to keep teasing her anyway. Once more Jae felt his cockhead dangerously near entering his own daughter before it slid its path upward one final time. Drawing back he lined up, took a deep breath, and with his eyes gazing deep into his little girl's he pushed his cock back into her tiny teen pussy.

"Oh daaaad…" she whispered as he put an inch in. "Daaaaddy… its feels soo… it feels bigger daddyuuuhhh." Her whimpering made him throb with arousal.

"ohhh oww… It feels bigger this way dad…ooohhh please… stop for a minute."

Jae waited, but not more than a few seconds. Maybe the best way for his little girl to adjust would be for him to just keep fucking her, gradually. Mostly, however, Jae couldn't just stop chasing the orgasm that fucking his daughter from behind a moment ago had begun.

Jiheon's head rolled as her dad kept inching further into her. As her walls enveloped him, Jae knew he didn't have long. Watching his baby squirm and struggle to fit him, he took her head tenderly in his hand and hushed her.

"Shhh baby…uhh… try not to squeeze," Jae instructed; he didn't want to come so soon.

"Ooooo… nooo it hurts…" she whined, "daddy… fuck…"

The slick sound of Jiheon's tunnel accepting her dad's rod was amazing enough, and then there was her taut little abdomen. Each time he tried to sink all the way into Jiheon's tight pussy, it flexed to fit him. Past the peak of her clit, his rod made its way and mounded her skin in a path up her belly ever so slightly while it fought deeper into her womb.

His pace quickened unintentionally, and Jiheon seemed to be coming around to her father's strong thrusts. One of her hands scratched and pulled at his back while the other guided him to palm her breast and stroke her nipple. He was close.

"Cum for me daddy…"

"Oh Jiheon… say it again…"

"Come on daaad… cum for me." Her voice was like honey. "I'm yours daddy… I'm… oooo… I'm your bad little girl."

Jiheon was sensing from her father's heavy breathing that he was getting close. She only knew what she'd heard from her friends, but she knew that he was going to shoot sperm out of his cock that was inside her. She knew that if he wasn't careful like he promised he could get her pregnant… that would probably be bad.

"Daddy remember… ohhhh," he was starting to really fuck her then, "Mom won't let me take birth control… ohhh God… not inside me daddy!"

Jae was nearing as deep in Jiheon's tiny quim would allow. His balls contacted the eighteen-year-old's butt as he prodded her cervix.

"Ooooo fuck daddy… oohh oww…" her cries were of extreme sensation.

She was hugging him so tight.

His hands searched for more and more of her.

He shoved in, coming close enough to steal a kiss.

He pulled out, taking hold of her hips.

Again. Jiheon was stifling a moan, biting her lip.

He didn't want to be anywhere else except lodged wonderfully in Jiheon's welcoming little pussy. It was the best thing he'd ever felt, and watching her pleading eyes as he deflowered her the last thing on his mind was pulling out of her for safety.

In fact, the thought excited him. It was so taboo, getting Jiheon pregnant. His own baby girl, in her school's gymnasium, with the cheerleading team a few feet away… unprotected and so vulnerable. If he pulled out of her in time he could avoid a baby growing inside his own daughter.

He simply couldn't.

A few more thrusts into Jiheon and he hit the point of no return. Jiheon read the decision in his eyes. He was gripping her hips tight with his strong hands, depressions being made in her soft flesh.

"Daddy you can't…oooohh nooo… "

And then he was cumming. Her insides drew upon him and he was in heaven.

He pumped it into her generously, sending ropes of potent semen into his baby's womb. It felt so incredible, so right. His knees felt weak beneath him, so he held on tight to Jiheon's tiny frame. Jiheon moaned as her father painted her insides with his forbidden seed; there was a new kind of pressure within her beyond that of his pulsing cock

"Oh God… Oh daddy I feel it…" Jiheon told him.

…something about the sensation of her father's spunk being released into her pussy, filling her up more when she hadn't thought it possible… It flooded her with feeling, and just when she hadn't seen it coming.

"Daddy… ohhh… you're making me cum again!"

Already lost in the beauty of pumping his cum into Jiheon's burning womb, the extra grip of her cumming was another thing entirely. It extracted what little he had left in him. Her eyes teared as she shook silently, impaled on her daddy's cock.

Jae held his daughter tight and close, nestled deep inside her. She cooed and moaned while her father let out a last few defiant jets of cum, she could feel him throb. Having penetrated and filled deep within her, his semen made its way around her father's buried shaft. It peeked out around pink lips and wonderfully displayed their incestuous tryst.

It took more than a moment for Jiheon to come around. She was beside herself with the unfamiliar territory her father had just shown her. She was coming down from her second orgasm in a few minutes and dripping her father's cum from the place where he remained planted into her.

"Daddy you promised… you weren't supposed to cum inside me…" she scolded

"I know baby I'm sorry." He said.

"You could make me pregnant daaad…"

"I know honey, I just couldn't stop fucking you, it felt too good."

It made Jiheon smile hearing her dad confirm he felt as wonderful as she did. She knew he wasn't supposed to, but it had been the feeling of his warm cum pumping her full that had given her an orgasm in the first place. It felt wonderful, and knowing she'd made her father so aroused he lost control was too. She couldn't go on pretending she minded that he'd cum in her pussy.

"Soo bad daddy…" she chastised him. He came in close and kissed at her cheek and neck. "…you came so much I can feel it all in me." He was going to apologize to her again when he heard. "I like it… I'm glad you did."

Once again his little girl surprised him. He was thinking how terrible he'd feel if he had to bring his daughter in to get a pill, or worse, when she smiled and told him she liked that he'd cum inside her.

"Daddy's aren't supposed to cum in their daughter's pussy, Dad…" she continued, "especially when I could get pregnant so easily. "

"Well little girls aren't supposed to bend over for their fathers to fuck them either." He fired back, "but you didn't seem to mind."

Jiheon laughed and blushed as she toyed with him. "I'm only teasing you… I am so glad it was you to take my virginity daddy! And your cum feels amazing inside me."

They kissed once more, admiring each other and grateful for the love they'd just shared. When Jae thought the time was right, he began sliding his cock out of his daughter. Jiheon's eyes rolled back and she whimpered as he regrettably removed each inch. When it finally came to his head, her lips parted a little wider and released his member with a faint pop. Jae's pretty brunette giggled adorably when she heard it, new to all the sounds and sensations of sex. He intended to teach her everything, and thoroughly.

When his hardly softened cock finally emerged from Jiheon, a white pearl gleamed from her slit; a stream of cum followed soon after. Her no longer virgin hole urged her father's generous load out of her from where she was already overfilled. It looked unspeakably beautiful, the evidence of their lovemaking trickling out of her pussy. Jiheon was still returning to her normal pursed tautness after her father removed himself from inside her.

In fact, it looked so inviting and slick that Jae dared one last move. When Jiheon was least expecting it, he redirected his head at her cum-infused quim. Before she could protest, Jae shoved into her, excruciatingly stimulated by her ever-staggering tightness.

"Ooohhh fuck daddy… owwww, it's sore!"

The added lubrication helped, as if Jiheon wasn't already dripping wet. But the tiny cheerleader was far from used to having anything so large inside her; she was definitely going to need time to recover. On some level it did feel good, but Jiheon hoped her father wasn't hoping to have sex again so soon.

"Please dad… I promise you can fuck me again if you want…owww" she pleaded, "but I need a break before I can do it more."

After his hypersensitive tip felt the insides of his daughter one last time, Jae couldn't have continued anyway. He had simply wanted to feel his freshly fucked teenager one last time. He didn't know when he and Jiheon would be able to have sex again without risking exposure the way they currently were.

"Don't worry honey, I just had to feel you one last time. You looked incredible and you did so well on your first time!"

His compliments warmed her thoroughly. If he'd really wanted to, Jiheon would have let her father fuck her silly; especially if he was going to fill her up again. She was glad, however, when he removed his prodding erection from her once and for all. Again, cum seeped out of her, easing his rod as it slid along her clit wonderfully when he leaned in to kiss her.

After they were done making out like teenagers, Jae lifted Jiheon effortlessly and replaced her on the floor. She stood close to him and admired his towering form while hugging him the way she always had. Jae held on to her butt and scratched her back while she purred in his arms.

"I love you daddy." Jiheon cooed.

"I love you too Jiheon." Jae assured her.

After a moment or two they quietly gathered their mess of clothes. Jae helped Jiheon climb back into her uniform. Holding her shirt as she slid her arms back into it, Jae was sorry to see his daughter's tits stowed beneath the school's emblem.

Even after he had her all dressed and ready to go, she still had a trail of his cum sneaking down her leg. He could just see it beneath the hem of her skirt.

"Jiheon, your leg… you have some of my…"

She turned lazily to look, "I have some of my daddy's cum on my leg? Well it keeps dripping out of me so there's no point in cleaning it off!" She was trying to get a rise out of him.

"Hopefully you can cum in me some more later…if you want to daddy?" She was being her usual bouncy self, once again looking innocent and charming in her cheerleader outfit. After she asked, her hand found Jae's cock through his trousers and rubbed it playfully. He groaned as his daughter slid her hand over it a few times before releasing him.

"I'll take that as a yes. Gotta go dad, meet you at the car!"

He watched her pert backside push backward as she leaned through the gap between the bleachers and wall to check for onlookers. From the sound of it, the cheerleading practice was over; he wondered how Jiheon would explain her absence to her friends. She smiled back at him knowingly.

The last thing he saw as she squeezed through and her skirt was pulled upward was the white gleam of his semen on her tiny inner thigh. Knowing his daughter was going to be walking around the school with his fresh spunk inside her young pussy denied him the chance to be rid of his erection before he left the place of their forbidden rendezvous.

He walked like a zombie on the way to his office and then the car, mumbling goodbyes to whoever passed him on the way. Jiheon was all he could think of: what they'd done, how things would change, but most of all how amazing it was to have fucked his little girl senseless.

It was all he could do not seek her out before she made her way to the car. But she was worth the wait, back in the cute outfit she'd been wearing before, the short sweater dress boasted her youthfully smooth thighs. Despite having her in front of him, naked but for her long socks only half an hour before, now that her body was hidden from him he wanted to rip her clothes off and see again. It was as if his appetite for her had increased tenfold.

Jiheon was surprisingly comfortable with what had happened between them. She talked about how it felt, what her favorite part was… she was so innocent for a teenager who had so recently had unprotected sex with her father.

"My favorite was when you were fucking me from behind, isn't it called doggie?" She asked sweetly. "I felt like you were poking me so far inside, and you kept touching this spot that made me shake every time."

He explained everything she asked, and hearing his own daughter describe their incest in such detail tented his pants immediately.

"And then when you came in me, ohh my god," Jiheon sounded aroused as well. "As soon as I felt it I had another orgasm."

When Jiheon looked over at her father, he looked uncomfortable and seemed to be adjusting his pants.

"Awww Dad, am I making you get all big and hard again?" She teased him, "Here let me help."

Jiheon quickly reached over and grabbed him through his pants before fumbling with his belt and button. She wasted little time freeing his cock through the hole in his boxers beneath.

First she was stroking him, jerking her hand up and down on his pole like she'd seen before. But when she decided to change things up a bit it shocked her father thoroughly. She leaned over the center console and flicked her tongue on his tip. When she felt him jolt, Jiheon looked up into her father's eyes.

"Does that feel good dad?" She lapped at the underside of his tip twice, three times again."What should I do next?"

"Ohh honey," Jae moaned, "can you put it in your mouth?"

"It's big but I 'll try it for you!"

Jiheon opened her mouth wide, putting the tip of her father's cock on her tongue and padding it as she tried to take him into her mouth. It was a tight fit, but she pushed down further and challenged herself to take more. Her father's involuntary gasps told her she was doing something right.

"Oh you're doing well baby… just like that." Jiheon's father instructed.

She began to bob her head up and down while her father guided her by the neck. Within a minute or so, she was sprawled across the console to be able to touch him with two hands and her mouth at the same time. Her dress was already tugging downward in her position, so Jae simply took the opportunity to push it down further over his daughter's breasts.

Her young, perky chest came free and was pushed upward noticeably by the neck of the sweater. Her head went up and down, followed by a hand on his shaft and the other gently massaging his balls. Jae's daughter seemed to be a natural; only halfway home and he could feel his orgasm welling from inside him.

Jae was fondling his daughter's breasts and anywhere else he could reach as she sucked him. A few times she moaned; the hum from her sweet vocal cords urging him along as effectively as her mouth and fingers. Up and down she slurped; Jae was lucky to keep the car pointed straight. At least two cars driving along noticed what Jiheon was up to, matching his speed briefly to watch the little eighteen year-old nod her head in his lap. If only they knew she was sucking her father's cock… the truth made him throb.

"Jiheon you're gonna make me… uhhh… I'm gonna come baby…"

She didn't budge, only kept sucking him in and out of her mouth. She wagged her tongue back and forth over her daddy's shaft and tip. Her mouth was getting tired but she wanted desperately to make her father cum again.

She succeeded. While paused at a stoplight, she felt the first jet of cum squirt against the roof of her mouth. Jiheon lingered at the ridge of his helmet, sucking and licking amorously while her hand jerked up and down her father's staff. Each stroke pumped another stream of his cum into her mouth. Jiheon was humming again as she took in his cum.

Jae was lost; his vision left him and he could barely keep his eyes on the road. She obviously didn't know how sensitive his tip would be after she swallowed all of his load, and she kept slurping around his head.

"Ohhh Jiheon… baby you have to stop…Daddy gets sensitive when you make him…ooo… cum." Despite how cute she looked he couldn't take it anymore.

Jiheon looked up at him, wide-eyed and adorable. She slowly removed him from her mouth, flicking her tongue on him once for good measure. She was still holding him firmly, so she removed her hand and placed it on his chest while her father took deep breaths to recover. It made her happy to watch him so obviously drained from her efforts.

She helped him get his cock back in his pants and within a few more minutes, they were pulling in the driveway.

As the door opened and they drove into the garage, both father and daughter realized how different a situation they were in from doing the same thing the last time the door had shut behind them. The dark garage and the intimate cabin of the car would likely be the last time they could be truly alone for a while. Seeing her there, with her little dress scrunched around her waist, legs slung over the chair, all he could think about was how he wanted to spend as much time with her in his arms as possible.

"Baby, we are going to have to be very careful now, okay?" Jae said to his daughter.

"You mean I can't tell mom I fucked you instead of going to cheerleading practice?" Jiheon joked, "I can't tell her you fucked your little girl and came in my pussy?"

"Jiheon, I'm not kidding." Jae assured her, hoping her innocent look was an act.

"I know daddy, I promise I'll be a good little girl." She said it as she smoothed her skirt over her thighs and fixed her hair. "Until you come see me tonight and show me how to be bad again."

Jae smiled and his daughter did too. Neither of them knew what exactly was in store for them but both knew they couldn't simply end the inspired love and lust they had discovered. Jiheon got out of the car first, stealing a kiss before she grabbed her things and skipped to the door.

"Mom, I'm home! You'll never guess what happened at school today!" She flashed a mischievous grin back at her dad who followed through the door.

It was the same one she wore when she pretended to be asleep as her father called her name after slipping into her bedroom that night. Jiheon knew if he came any closer he'd see her face down on the bed, with her nightie all bunched at her waist, her naked lower half pushing up so he could see her bare, wet pussy just waiting for him.

Maybe he'd come to tell her they had to stop… but she doubted it.

[miyasmagnolias]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꫂ ၴႅၴ ₊ ⊹

miya atsumu x f!reader

all you wanted was a roommate who enjoyed watching the bachelor just as much as you did. so when a disgruntled frat boy becomes your subtenant for the year, you decide to work with what you've got.

part one of the in close quarters series, a friends-to-lovers college AU featuring you, atsumu, and the ten months you spend living together senior year.

Your new roommate was moody.

He was a frat boy, you'd heard — not from any actual conversations you'd had with him — but from your friend who had internet stalked him for the sake of your personal safety.

He was also a setter on the men's volleyball team, a business major, and — as if things couldn't get any more interesting — a fraternal twin. The other, less hot-headed one had been by the apartment a couple of times to drop off some groceries and the occasional onigiri plate, all of which his brother had accepted with a slight growl before disappearing back into his room. In other words, he wasn't exactly your first choice of a subtenant.

You thought it was strange that a frat boy in his senior year of college had responded to the sublet post you'd shared on Facebook. Didn't fraternities have cushy, off-campus housing with three living rooms and enough booze to cause a forest fire? Or, more reasonably, didn't he have any friends he could room with in the meantime?

Despite your curiosity, it wasn't your business to know his reasons for moving into your quiet north campus apartment in the middle of August. Your old roommate had graduated the previous year, and you couldn’t exactly question her replacement when he was the only one willing to move in with you. So long as he wasn’t a smoker or a wanted felon, you could tolerate a bit of grumpiness here and there.

Still, it didn’t stop you from trying to be kind to him.

"Atsumu?" you asked, knocking on his doorframe.

It was rare that he left his door open; normally, he'd storm in here after volleyball practice and promptly shut the door. He wouldn't slam it, but he always used more force than necessary, as if doing so would rid himself of the anger you could so clearly see in the way he tensed his shoulders, flexed his jaw.

"Yeah," he said by way of greeting, setting his gym bag by the bedside table.

"I was just going to grab some groceries before my afternoon classes. Did you need me to get you anything?"

"Nah, thanks. Osamu dropped off some stuff o’er the weekend.”

"Okay," you nodded, grip tightening around your car keys as you debated whether or not to just turn around and walk out the front door.

No, you told yourself, your need to be a friendly roommate outweighing your hatred of awkward small talk. Just ask him. The worst he could say is no.

As if he could see the buffer wheel spinning in circles on your forehead, Atsumu asked, "Something' else ya wanna ask me?"

You snapped out of your trance and, before you could think too deeply about it, blurted out, "Yes! I was wondering if you wanted to watch The Bachelor with me tonight."

He blinked once. Twice. "The Bachelor?"

You nodded. "The new season starts tonight, and my previous roommate and I always hosted Bachelor Monday night watch parties. Most of the usual group graduated already, so it would just be us two. But I was hoping to keep up the tradition."

He unpacked his gym bag as you spoke, the skepticism on his face growing with each passing word that slipped from your mouth.

"Ain’t that the show where, like, one guy sleeps with a million different women?"

You pursed your lips to one side. "No, not exactly. He makes out with most of them, though."

"Ya see, now, why would I wanna watch that?"

"...because it's fun? And addictive?" Jesus, you sounded like the salesperson for Vicodin. "Plus, it's a lot more heartfelt than you think. These twenty-five women are willing to put their hearts on the line for this singular chance at love, and it's nice to see a few couples come out of it alive."

He shucked his sweaty gym shorts in the hamper by the door, his face the portrait of disinterest. "Doesn't really sound like my cuppa tea."

"To be fair, I don't think it's anybody's cup of tea when they start watching it. But it grows on you."

He drew his lips into a hard line. "Think I'll pass."

You nodded your head in reverent defeat. At least you'd tried.

"Fair. Well, I hope you don't mind me hogging the TV every Monday night until November, and you're free to join me whenever you want."

He nodded once, as if he'd heard you but was never seriously going to consider it. And that was that.

You drove to the grocery store on University Drive and picked up your meal prep for the week, adding to your cart an assortment of snacks for your solo watch party that night: jalapeño chips, white cheddar popcorn. A pack of blue raspberry sour straws — you'd seen Osamu include a pack in his grocery haul for Atsumu, so you figured you'd refill his stash while you were here. Your roommate might have been a grumpy old man trapped inside a twenty-two year-old body, but that didn't mean you couldn't care for him like you had your previous roommate. It was second nature for you to do so.

"Are you sure you don't want me over tonight?" Haruka asked during your advanced writing workshop later that afternoon. Your professor had split the class into pairs for peer-review twenty minutes ago, but you'd since abandoned each other's essays and were now only pretending to work. "I can skip my screenwriting seminar."

"Haru, no. I am not letting you sacrifice your perfect attendance just so you can watch trashy television with me."

"I'm assuming frat boy hasn't let up yet, either?"

"No,” you sighed, fiddling with the purple pen in your hands. "He's the human embodiment of a brick wall."

"I couldn't find anything else about him online, either," your friend admitted. "His socials are completely scrubbed after high school. It's like he went AWOL."

"Maybe he just values his privacy."

"Or maybe he has a secret past he doesn't want anyone to know about."

You considered all of his pent-up energy, the way he threw his bedroom door closed after a long day at volleyball practice. There was definitely a story there; you just weren't particularly keen on searching for it. You were intuitive enough to recognize a boundary when you saw one, and with Miya Atsumu, there were many.

"Maybe," you said, unwilling to divulge further. "But I'll be fine tonight. If anything, it'll be nice to just lounge in my sweatpants and gorge on chips without anyone there to judge me."

And you believed in that statement. Truly.

In fact, as you unlocked the door to your apartment a couple hours later, a people-free evening sounded like the best way to ease into the new semester. You may have been an English honors student about to graduate in ten months, but you would never let the stress of your workload interfere with Bachelor Mondays. The show was too good, too sacred for you to do that.

But as you settled into your couch and laid out the snacks you’d bought earlier that day across the coffee table, you couldn't help but wish you had someone to share them with.

Atsumu returned home from volleyball practice ten minutes into the season premiere, the slam of the front door outcompeting the gentle drone of the television as he walked inside and kicked off his shoes.

He jutted his chin out towards you in greeting.

"Hey." You sat up on the couch and readjusted your blanket. "How was practice?"

"Fine.” He shrugged half-heartedly, already en-route to his bedroom before spotting your assortment of snacks.

He paused, did a double-take. You followed his gaze to the unopened package of blue raspberry sour straws stacked neatly atop your books.

"Oh, yeah. Those are for you,” you told him.

“For me,” he reiterated, pointing to himself. You nodded. “I thought I told ya not to get me anythin.’”

You frowned. “Do you not want them?”

“Nah, it’s not that, I just…” Atsumu blinked, clearly malfunctioning. As if he couldn’t fathom why you were being so nice to him. “How d'ya know I liked 'em?"

"Because I live with you," you said matter-of-factly. "And I saw the wrapper when I took the trash out this morning — which, by the way, I created a chore chart for the two of us on the whiteboard over there."

Atsumu swiveled on his heel to face the whiteboard tacked just outside your kitchenette, the 4x6 makeshift chart decked out in washi tape, stickers, and hand-drawn bubble letters. You’d even ordered magnets to indicate when you’d completed each of your chores — bunnies for you, foxes for Atsumu.

He looked at your display like he didn't know exactly what to make of it. “Yer a real fan of stationary, aren’t ya?”

“I may or may not have spent my last paycheck on that whiteboard.”

He massaged the inner corners of his eyes. “Ya ain’t obligated to do all this song and dance for me, ya know. I ‘preciate it, but I can hold mah own.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you said, “I know you can. I just wanted to make you feel welcome, that's all.” You leaned over to pick up the pack of candy and waved it in his direction. “Here, take one.”

After several seconds of deliberation, your roommate finally accepted your offering, tore open the package, and fished out a sugar-coated sour straw bluer than a bottle of Windex. He tore the gummy candy with his teeth and chewed quietly, his shoulders finally relaxing.

You peered up at him from your spot on the couch, scared to make any sudden movements in fear he might scurry off to his room again. After a moment, you asked, "Are they good?"

He nodded, licking the excess sugar off of his fingers. "They are. Thank ya."

You brought the bowl of popcorn into your lap and smiled softly. "You're welcome."

Neither of you said anything for a few minutes as you snacked, the sounds of the television humming between you in a novel sense of harmony. Astumu's attention gradually shifted to the screen, where a beautiful young woman now exited her limousine to meet the man whose heart she would spend weeks vying for.

Behind a mouthful of candy, Atsumu asked, "This the horny dating show ya were talkin' 'bout earlier?"

You snorted. "That's the one."

The bachelor twirled the young woman around in a slow, salacious circle, his eyes sparkling with intrigue as she lifted her face to the sky and laughed.

"He clearly only did that so he could get a good look at her ass," Atsumu scoffed in disbelief.

"Yeah, but look at her. She's practically eating it up," you retorted, shoveling a handful of popcorn into your mouth. "Those are bedroom eyes right there."

Your roommate absentmindedly perched himself on the opposite arm of the couch. "How much ya think he's gettin' paid to do this?"

"Why? You thinking of auditioning?"

"Maybe," he murmured, staring at the flirtatious exchange like one might a wild animal exhibit. You considered Atsumu for a moment —with his clean-cut fade, dark eyebrows, and bleach-blonde hair — and hummed in approval.

"I can see that."

"Can ya? Think I have a face for TV?"

"Maybe," you drawled. "If you wiped the scowl off your face every once in a while."

Almost instinctively, the corners of his lips ticked upwards into a soft flicker of a smile, revealing the dimple on his left cheek. It only lasted about a second, but you caught it like a firefly in a jar.

"So what's happenin' now?" he asked impatiently.

"So only five of the twenty-five women have pulled up so far to Bachelor Mansion, and they can do anything they want to give a good first impression," you explained. "Some just flirt, like the one you just saw. But others have brought wedding cakes, neon signs. The whole nine yards." "Sounds excessive." "Well, at the end of the night, the guy gives a first impression rose to the girl he thinks stood out the most, and she's immediately saved from that evening's elimination."

"They eliminate people on day one?" he asked. You nodded, and Atsumu shook his head. "Damn. That's brutal."

For the next hour and a half, your roommate's eyes never left the television screen, and it was the most you'd ever heard him talk since he'd moved in three weeks ago. He had something snarky to say about everything — the budding drama between the contestants, the tragic backstory of the bachelor himself. You ended up laughing at his out-of-pocket commentary, oftentimes finding his reactions to the show more entertaining than the show itself.

Once the episode was over, Atsumu leaned against the backrest of the couch, intertwining his fingers behind his neck. He exhaled a long, reflective breath.

"Damn."

"I know."

"I can't believe the doctor was eliminated."

"The good contestants often are."

"I mean, her story was so compellin'," he urged, turning to face you from the other end of the couch. "She wanted to prioritize love over her career, have a family before her ol' granny passes away. How could he not give her a chance?"

"Maybe he just didn't feel that spark," you reconciled. Atsumu scoffed in reply.

"Sparks means jack shit if she ain't a good person." He grabbed a piece of popcorn from the bowl sitting between you and chewed thoughtfully. "If I were on this show, I'd make sure I chose the right people."

You nodded. "That's very noble of you, Atsumu."

He cut you a glare. "Are ya teasin' me?"

"No,” you deadpanned, although you didn't sound convincing. "I just think it's funny how you think twenty-five women would line up to marry you in the first place."

He folded his arms across his chest and frowned. "Yeah, right. I'd be a catch on a show like this."

"Really? With all your grunting around and leaving your smelly gym socks by the front door?"

"Hey, that was one time, and I apologized to ya already." He quieted for a moment before adding, "Just haven't been my usual self lately. Been goin' through some personal stuff."

You softened at his casual confession, Haruka's words from earlier that day immediately coming to mind. Maybe he has a secret past he doesn't want anyone to know about.

You didn't need to know what exactly he was going through. But you appreciated the acknowledgment that it was there, that dark, stormy cloud that seemed to follow him around wherever he went. It worried you, even though you'd only met three weeks ago. You wished you could do something to make it better.

But instead of admitting that and potentially scaring him away, you instead resorted to your usual sarcasm.

"Well, I'm sure your charisma is buried somewhere beneath all your steely stares."

Your roommate's brow knit together. "I ain't got steely stares."

"Don't worry. Some women like that." You paused. "Maybe not twenty-five of them, but some."

Despite himself, Atsumu huffed out a laugh, his smile making its second appearance of the evening. "Yer real funny, ya know that?"

"Says the guy who didn't think reality TV was his cup of tea."

"Oh, shaddup," he drawled. You grabbed a sour straw from the near-empty package and held it out to him in a dramatic gesture.

"Atsumu, will you accept this first impression sour straw?"

He swiped the candy away from you and ripped it in half with his teeth. "Will ya quit teasin' me?"

"Why?" you argued. "You having second thoughts about living with me for the next ten months?"

"No," he said a little too confidently, rolling the straw between his thumb and forefinger. "No, I just don't think ya know who yer messin' with."

You were taken aback by the sudden smugness in his voice, the way his eyes slid over to yours with the kind of charm that made your thoughts go hazy. For the first time in weeks, you finally got a glimpse of what Miya Atsumu was actually like.

Just haven't been my usual self lately, he'd told you. You considered the gravity of those words. The person they’d alluded to.

Perhaps your new roommate would prove to be more interesting than you'd initially thought.

a/n: thank you for reading the first part of my new lil' series, in close quarters!

i intend to write each installment as a one-shot so you can enjoy them independently of one another. however, each part will contribute to the greater arc of the story — so if you're here for the long run, welcome! i'm very grateful to have you here. ♡

@miyasmagnolias 2025

[frvnkcastles]

BREATHE ME IN SWEET SUFFERING ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: He needs to get back home to you.

Warnings: Violence, female reader (feminine nicknames used), SPOILERS FOR BORN AGAIN

Word count: 1.3k

Author’s note: We are so back. I enjoyed the finale tremendously and my best guy always delivers. That last scene really did something to me and I knew I had to do something with it. I’m also near the end of my semester so I’m hoping to post more frequently soon!! <3

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

You were going to be pissed. Or at the very least, upset in a way that ate at him from the inside. That was the only thing on his mind as he sat in that cage, chained and beaten. Well, the only thing of two — the other being how he would escape, but he supposed those two were interlocked. After all, his main motivation for escape was to get back home to you. He could still feel your lips on his cheek, your grip on his arm as you bid him goodbye, even after all the punches he had taken today; none of it was enough to wipe away the memory of your sweet touches, always so gentle and tender with him.

”What’s going on?” you asked him when he emerged from the bedroom, his vest strapped to his chest and his gun over his shoulder. He looked like a man on a mission, and that was nothing new to you, except just a moment ago he had been all wrapped up in your little bubble of domesticity, counting down the minutes until the homemade dinner you had prepared for him just because. Jesus, you were heaven-sent.

”Karen called”, he rasped, his voice heavy with the guilt of letting you down, ”needs me to save Red’s ass.”

”Oh.” He heard the disappointment in your voice, no matter how hard you tried to conceal it. ”Okay. Be safe”, you added with a smile, putting great effort into not letting your dismay show, but he saw right through you.

With a sigh, he dropped his bag and stepped over to you, his tall frame looming over you. He cradled the back of your head and pulled you in to kiss your forehead. ”Hey”, he said sternly, tilting his head down to look at you in the eye, a solemn look on his rough features. ”I ain’t bailin’, aight? Y’know you’re the most important thing I got, sweetheart. I’ll be back for dinner.”

You gave him a smile, nodding in understanding. ”Okay, Frankie. I’ll keep it warm for you”, you promised, and taking in a deep breath, appreciative of your eternal patience with his antics, he kissed your forehead again.

And then, he walked out of your shared home.

God, you’d have a field day with this, him in chains. You’d probably say something witty to call him out on his impulsive bullshit. But deep down, you’d be worried and do your damnedest to help, he knew that. The thought made him crack a weak smile to himself, the split on his lip stinging but it was a good kind of pain.

He knew he had to act, had to get out of there. The thought of you sitting at the dinner table all alone, anticipating when his key would turn in the lock, carved at his soul.

”How’s it goin’?” he spoke up in the silent room, calling out to the guard pacing outside his cage. The man, young and foolish enough to turn his attention did exactly that, stopping in front of Frank. ”What do, uh, what do they call you?” he continued, feigning interest in his keeper. He didn’t turn on the charm often — in fact, he reserved it for you and for very desperate situations, and undoubtedly, this was one. With no guns to his aid, he stooped to sweet-talking his way out. He had gotten pretty good at that with you.

”Anthony”, the guard responded cautiously.

”Anthony”, Frank parroted him, ”you got a last name?”

The guard didn’t hesitate, and Frank knew he was getting his hooks in. ”Anthony Petruccio”, he elaborated, and nodding in approval, Frank adjusted himself in the cage.

”There ya go. It’s a good name. It’s strong”, he licked his lips, a crooked smile on his lips. He grabbed the chains, pulling himself up, forced to crouch down in the cage that was by no means suitable for a man of his sheer size. ”Where you from, Anthony Petruccio?” he asked, prepared to go along with whatever the guard would tell him.

”Jersey.”

Watching him closely, Frank staggered to the front of the edge, a grin on his face. ”Ah, Jersey”, he chuckled, ”you know, I-I thought so. I had a feeling, y’know?”

The guard was eating it up, and he could tell. He made small-talk like it was second nature to him, saying exactly what Anthony wanted to hear. He could practically taste your lips, so close to breaking free and running back home to you.

”You, uh, you got a lady, Anthony?” Frank queried, tilting his head at the man as he knelt down at the front of the cage. When the guard nodded, he chuckled again. ”Yeah? Yeah, I, uh, me too. My girl’s waitin’ for me, y’know? Told her I’d be back for dinner. Missed it a few times too many, and I ain’t really a fan of lettin’ my gal down. I’m, uh, a man of my word, yeah?” he went on, emphasizing the soft side of him, hoping to appeal to Anthony — and it was working.

”You know a lil’ about me, Anthony?” he asked then, and when the guard confirmed, he chuckled, ducking his head like he was bashful. ”A little bit, yeah? Then you, uh, you gotta know that my girl, she’s a real one, y’know? Ain’t too many people in this world who’d deal with my bullshit, stick with me through everythin’”, he explained, and the soft nod he received in response told him enough. He had painted a pretty picture for Anthony, earned his pity.

”I ’preciate you givin’ me a minute like this”, Frank smiled at him, standing up but still crouching before sliding one chained hand out of the small opening in the front of the cage. ”It’s an honor to meet you”, he added, and that sealed the deal — Anthony walked over to him, taking Frank’s hand to shake it.

Frank thanked him. ”I really can’t let my girl down, Anthony”, he spoke finally, before twisting his arm. A sickening crack echoed through the room, and as Anthony collapsed against the cage, Frank yanked on his arm as hard as he could, slamming him against the metal over and over again. And then, he bent his arm down completely, breaking it for good.

Satisfied with himself, Frank grabbed the keys from him, and in a blink of an eye, he was gone, leaving only an empty cage and poor Anthony’s body behind. He made his way home, careful not to get caught again, his only objective to have you in his arms.

As soon as he was through the door, you were all over him. Panicked gasps enveloped him, your hands running across his face and body, assessing the situation. ”Oh my God, Frank, I—I was so worried. Are you okay? Well obviously you’re not, Christ! Baby, I was so scared, I saw the news and—and I just—”, you stammered, but he just shushed you, taking your shaky hands in his own and stopping you from fretting over him.

”Hey, hey, shh, shh. Sweetheart, I’m here. It’s alright, hey, don’tcha worry, darlin’”, he tried to reassure you, looking down at your horrified face. He knew his words probably didn’t mean much, the swelling on his barely gone down and the rest of him just as tortured.

”You can’t be serious”, you sighed softly, looking over his face, ”you look like someone put you in a blender, baby.”

Mustering a chuckle, Frank dropped his forehead against yours. ”I’m fine, sweetheart. Real fine now that I’m home”, he insisted, cradling your face to pull you into a tender kiss. You could taste blood on his mouth and your tongue swept across the cut on his bottom lip, but he didn’t falter, kissing you slow and deep.

When he finally pulled away, he kissed your forehead, smiling against your skin. ”Sorry I missed dinner.”

[waggtoon]

Why Maud Pie is Autistic

In honor of Autism Acceptance Month, I wanted to write a piece about one of my favorite autistic characters, Maud Pie.

For those of you who don't know, Maud Pie is Pinkie Pie's older sister from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Now while there hasn't been any official confirmation that this character is autistic, there's actually a lot of hints that she is throughout her time on the show. Heck, in her first episode there's a ton of hints this is the case.

First off is that Maud tends to take a lot of things literally, not getting certain phrases and metaphors. Which is a trait common amongst autistic people (trust me, I know).

Maud is also shown having certain behaviors or reactions to things that others perceive as a joke, much to her confusion (again, something I'm familiar with).

There are also a few scenes in the show where Maud is seen fidgeting with her pet rock Boulder (or other rocks she finds). Often Autistic people fidget as a way to deal with strong emotions like stress, anxiety, or just boredom.

Probably the biggest hint towards Maud being autistic is that she has a special interest. Autistic people have special interests that they will hyper focus on. In Maud Pie's case, it's obviously rocks. She knows nearly every single fact about rocks, she writes poetry about rocks (they're all about rocks), and would go on to college to study geology, where she would, in the show's terms; "get a rocktorate in rock science."

There's also the fact that Maud is stated by Pinkie and shown to be very honest, like many autistic people she tells the truth even when saying said truth can be seen as rude.

I should note that while the rest of the mane six had a bit of trouble clicking with Maud the first time they met her they eventually got a better understanding of her and Maud herself would become more sociable as the series continued forming friendships with various other characters.

Personally I think one of the biggest hints that Maud is autistic comes from Issue 29 of My Little Pony: Friends Forever comic series from IDW. Now I know some people will probably interject "Hey! The comics aren't canon!" and to that I'm gonna reply to that with what official MLP artist Andy Price once stated "[the comics] are considered continuity until the show contradicts them." I don't recall anything from the show stating that this story didn't happen, so it's still part of the canon!

Anyways, in this story Rarity meets up with Maud at a "Geological and Gemological" convention where they find out that a large cave system with gems has recently been discovered under the Crystal Mountain Range and that the first pony to explore the caves will receive full credit for the discovery. Rarity brings up the idea of Maud going to the caverns, though it doesn't appear that Maud is that excited.

It is at this point another pony named Buried Treasure who is Maud's rival enters the picture, claiming she will get to the cave first to claim the credit for the discovery.

As Rarity and Maud go on their journey to get to the caverns, Rarity tries to get Maud to be more emotive and passionate, but it doesn't appear to be working.

Later on just as they're about to get close to the caves, Buried Treasure ends up burning a bridge they need to cross (torch and all) which appears to put a stop to their adventure. Rarity states how this doesn't seem to be a big loss as Maud doesn't appear to be upset, and is about to write in her diary, only to accidentally open Maud's diary instead. Maud insists that Rarity should read it, which leads us to the big reveal.

It turns out that Maud does have feelings, she gets emotional about a ton of stuff, she just isn't able to show it physically, but she's able to via writing. This is something I relate to big time. I don't have as much trouble expressing my emotions as Maud does, but at the same time, I often have difficulty expressing my full thoughts and more complex feelings via talking, though in my own head or when I write them out, I suddenly feel a whole lot more comfortable and I'm more easily able to get them out (it's one reason why this essay is a blog post and not a video).

(By the way, in case you're wondering, they do end up getting to the gem caverns first. Maud does this by breaking a hole in the wall. She's very strong.)

Going onto another subject, in 2023 Lauren Faust (the creator of Friendship is Magic) confirmed on Twitter that she created Pinkie Pie with the idea that she would be neurodivergent (more specifically ADHD).

Now while ADHD isn't the same as Autism, the two are often linked, as many people who are diagnosed with one will often be diagnosed with the other. So it's very likely that Pinkie Pie has autism as well. She does have several autistic traits, like misunderstanding more complex things, having a special interest in parties to where she can memorize everyone's birthday amongst several other party related facts, heck, even her occasional bouncing and wiggling around could be seen as a kind of stimming (possible essay for later: "Is Pinkie Sense a form of stimming that can predict the future").

Now there may be a few of you that may say, "But WaggToon, Maud and Pinkie can't both have autism, they're completely different. It doesn't make sense!" To which I say, "Yes it does" because there's more than just one kind of autism. Autism can effect people differently, some people might have difficulty with loud noises, others don't, some people like to follow a specific routine, others like to be more unpredictable, some people are more introverted and quiet, other's are a lot more extroverted and love to be loud and crazy (do those last two sound familiar?).

Maud and Pinkie might not be the only autistic representation here, over the years I've seen several arguments from fans stating that certain characters could be part of the spectrum. Twilight Sparkle because she likes to follow the rules, Starlight Glimmer because she has a special interest in kites, Rainbow Dash because she has trouble paying attention, amongst several others! I could be here all day going over why multiple characters could be considered to be autistic. That's one reason why My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic has such a huge autistic following, because we see ourselves in these characters.

I'm probably closer to a Pinkie Pie than I am a Maud Pie, but I still remember when I first saw Maud in her debut episode, there was just something about her that made me go "Ah yes, this is me. I feel seen."

Happy Autism Acceptance Month everybody. Remember to be like Maud and rock on.

[cherryblossms]

he found himself confused once again but, this time, it was on whether or not angel actually understood he was trying to stoke their fire. garam was a very willing player in this dangerous game. every shifted expression, every word he said, every movement he made was intentional. there was still a bit of hesitation, not wanting to push either to rush into something they weren't ready for but with how their morning played out, he truly didn't think he was rushing into anything. if angel wasn't interested, he would have made his boundaries clear. garam looked down to the unbuttoned shirt now draping his shoulders, brows twitching for a moment only to relax as he looked back up to angel. his expression shifted again, though, like he was asking if that was all angel was going to do. the fact that angel hadn't done anything beyond the unbuttoning of his shirt made garam question himself and what he was doing. was he pushing for more too quickly? were angel's words a warning to slow down? or was he simply reading too deep into something that wasn't even there to begin with? for all he knew, angel's reasoning could've been that somebody was aware of their being there and he didn't want that man to overhear and realize they were doing something they should not have been doing. but of course he knew better than to voice any of these concerns right now, fearing they'd only spark some sort of argument between the two of them. he still felt bad about showing his jealousy earlier with the pretzel worker checking angel out. "i don't want you to be gentle with me." at least not right now. he kept his voice low, nodding his head before turning away. he let his own shirt slide down his arms with a slight shimmy of his shoulders, using another spare hook off to the side to hang it up. garam reached over to grab the sweater angel picked out for him, his cheeks flushing a soft pink as he'd noted, once again, just how wide the neckline was. "are you sure i'd look good in something like this?" he asked, holding it up to his frame, his attention moving from his own body to look at angel through the mirror. of course he liked wearing clothes that were larger on him, specifically if they were clothes belonging to other people in his life, but they never showed as much of his body as this piece would. "it's just so much skin," his voice lowered again, as if he felt too self-conscious to believe he could pull something this revealing off. his eyes returned to his reflection in the mirror, head tilting to the side, deciding to press a little further and see how angel would react. "it'll be easier to remove, that's for sure. no pesky buttons."

Angel's brows lifted in time with the corners of his mouth, the quiet amusement playing across his face only partly veiling the way Garam’s words struck a deeper chord. A slow, smug smile formed, lazy and deliberate, like he was taking his time savoring the moment—savoring Garam. He leaned his shoulder against the dressing room wall, one hand casually resting in his pocket, the other reaching up to toy with the edge of a hanger, giving himself just a second more to watch. To soak him in. He hadn’t expected that move—not from Garam. That was bold, unexpected, and if Angel wasn’t mistaken, a little bit of a test. The kind Angel passed with flying colors. “Difficult, huh?” he murmured, voice dropping ever so slightly as he pushed off the wall. The air in the small room suddenly felt more weighted, humming with tension as he stepped into Garam’s space. He didn’t touch him—not yet—but he brought his hands up slowly, letting them hover near the undone buttons of the new shirt Garam had slipped on like a tease. Angel’s gaze swept down, then back up again, catching the faint blush along Garam’s cheekbones, the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. There was a softness in that moment—intimate, electric—but Angel still let the humor dance in his tone. “You’re gonna have to be more careful,” he said, fingers brushing Garam’s chest, finally starting on the first button with an ease that belied the thrum of nerves he kept hidden. “Saying things like that with that pout—you’re playing a dangerous game.” He worked slowly, not out of difficulty, but because Garam had given him the perfect excuse to linger. Each button undone was deliberate, his fingers brushing just a little too long, his eyes never quite leaving Garam’s. He wanted him to feel this. The anticipation, the connection, the unspoken question simmering beneath it all. Angel had never been shy about what he liked���but he also wasn’t quick to reveal the depth of it, either. He could see it now, in the little sparks flashing in Garam’s eyes, that curiosity barely restrained behind a wall of modesty. Garam might’ve played it coy, but Angel could see the gears turning. And God, that was dangerous. When the last button came loose, Angel didn’t move back. He let his hand rest just above Garam’s waist, his touch featherlight. His voice came out quieter, nearly a whisper, not because of secrecy, but because the moment felt like it deserved it. “Next time,” he said, voice low and smooth, “if you want me to help you, don’t wear anything underneath.” A pause, then, “I promise I’ll be gentle… unless you ask otherwise.” Then—he stepped back, just enough to give Garam room to breathe, room to recover, or maybe to pull him closer. Either way, Angel had made his move. Now he wanted to see what Garam would do with it. As he focused on Garam he kept an eye underneath the door not seeing any shoes he recognized. The stranger was bold enough to record them out in the open but not enough to follow them into the dressing room. He would still make it a point to touch base with the manager tomorrow about being recorded while shopping. A sense of relief showed in his body as his mussels relaxed.

[revivemyreverie]

SKETCH SSR: WISHMASTER’S CONCERT 

CREDITS: Wishmaster's Concert Event : @tixdixl, Cyril Zeman (mentioned in story): @ramshacklerumble. I consider following both of them if you haven't already!!!

This event is crazy fun and I cannot believe I finished in under 3 days. anyhow! A short story is under read more :)

Groovification: Such frivolities–this kind voice, warm smile, and upturned brows– none of it has ever been real.

Set to Home Screen: Would you like to hear a tune?

Home Transition 1: Are we moving stages? I’ll follow as you desire. 

Home Transition 2: My past self would “love” being here, I’m sure. Even if I no longer hold the emotions that came with those memories, the knowledge of how many times he used this violin is logical proof. 

Home Transition: 3: These light choices are quite interesting. You usually expect something more refined when it comes to violin performances, but I suppose the inclusion of guitars and death metal muddles that. 

Home, after Login: Ashengrotto said this event is in the best interest for both of us, but I am very sure I heard him saying he’s finally rid of me the other day… Is that what you refer to as “disdain"?

Tap Home 1: These clothes are not very optimal, since I cannot move much except the sleeves. I do not mind any of it, however, since I can still make quick movements with my bowstring. 

Tap Home 2: I’ve heard it's good to deviate music choices every once in a while for experience, so perhaps adding a few songs into my usual classical music may be good for me. 

Tap Home 3: I try to avoid bumping into my bandmates when on stage, as it would be rather terrible if my magic activated mid-performance... A husk might end up singing on stage instead of a person.

Tap Home 4:  I’m quite shocked by the people who enjoyed my performance, seeing that I had failed to remember to smile. Those in the crowd even said I looked mysterious. Emotions are such an odd thing. 

Tap Home 5: Logically, none of this really matters. All these people do is sit through a bunch of flashy lights while listening to sounds mixed and mashed together through ear-damaging speakers. Still, I partake in it, for I want to understand the past “me”’s love for it. 

🎙️.

“I don’t care if it's to show off the school’s music prowess! My Abyssal Lover will not be working with the jerk that broke the head singer's and his boyfriend up!”

Such is the common complaint Allegra has been facing as of late by the head-singer of a little band made in Night Raven College, who the former had the delight of joining thanks to his dorm leader’s so-called recommendation (it was forced, but Allegra's not allowed to sa a word on it). 

In his eyes, he had done nothing of what he had been accused of. All Allegra Mahalath had done was help a client and pull a little bit of an emotional possession with his magic. How was it his fault if he revealed that someone was having second thoughts about their relationship? Logically speaking, the singer should have just discussed this nonsensical problem from the get-go.

He might get a punch for such words, however, so the man stayed silent with his usual smile. Their manager spoke in his place, “YOU’RE the one who said anyone would do for our sick violinist, and I’m already in good-standing with Azul! I’m just taking advantage of the situation, so how about you get over yourself and move on?! Do you really want to throw away the chance to impress THE Cyril Zeman?!!”

The Octavinelle student watched his new nemesis remain silent.

“Then stop complaining and start rehearsing! And Allegra,I know you’re good at the violin, but our set also has some more... dramatic... parts in it. Please try your best.”

The therapist kept his demeanor the same. “As you wish, manager.”

—-----

The singer wondered if Allegra had a best to begin with, or was just trying to piss him off. He was awful at acting entirely, his motions being so stiff and short that he looked like a robot compared to the whisking twirls and light steps everyone else had managed to do. His only saving grace was his violin, which somehow made Allegra look far more graceful than the mannequin he turned into when he wasn't playing. 

“If you can't bother to dance right, then how about taking off that tacky customer-service smile?” He complained after their 5th rehearsal and failure of an act.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Allegra speaks like one of Ignihyde's new robots. “but if it’s not up to par, I’ll change it.”

“Are you a human? I meant to use your real smile.”

Allegra pokes at his own cheeks, “But this is my real smile? It’s the same one I use everyday, even for my clients. I thought you would understand, seeing as you even had a previous session with me–”

The last sentence seemed to have switched something in the young man. With a aggressive yell, he gets up and grabs the spiral-eyed student's shirt

“Say a thing about my stupid session from that day and I’ll break your nose!" 

The other band members ran between them, splitting the two apart to avoid a big fight. The singer clicked his tongue in return, turning to the classroom's door.

“I need a damn break.”

Allegra watched as he walked out, his temporary band mates surrounding him. A silence filled the room, yet the smile on his face remained sweet as always.

—-------

“Do you have an issue with me?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

The vocalist and violinist sat alone in the makeup room, their group having already departed for set preparations and to avoid the ever-growing storm between the two students.

“You’ve shown a great amount of physical hostility towards me.” Allegra spoke with such niceties, “I would love to know why.” 

“Oh I’m sure you would.” Sarcasm came up like vomit. “You’re an ass who ruined my goddamn love life, and now I’m expected to work with you and your weirdo facade.”

“Facade?”

The vocalist slammed his hands on the table, tired of dealing with him for the past 3 weeks. “Yes! Facade! You think everyone just takes your little goody-two-shoes employee act as fact? Everyone in the band knows it's all either a cover for you being a creep or that you just hate everyone in the world!”

Allegra turned away from him, looking outside the door’s window. “I don’t hate anyone.” 

“Cut the crap! That’s a lie itself!”

“Would you like to hear the truth about me then?” Allegra says, his voice suddenly ice cold.

He turns back to the lead-singer, his face lacking all signs of emotion.

“Such frivolities–this kind voice, warm smile, and upturned brows– none of it has ever been real.” 

This is the true Allegra Mahalath, the one who put no effort into any relationships he was expected to care for. The vocalist looked into those empty, spiraling eyes, which grow closer with every step the brunette takes towards him. 

“You’re correct, as I am simply playing the part of a false me. In my eyes, anything and everything holds no meaning; Allegra Mahalath doesn’t care for this event, nor its people, or its problems. The same can be said for my clients and their relationships, especially yours." He stated it all so matter-of-factly, as if there truly was nothing inside his heart. "It's most fitting to say that I can't seem to care about anything.”

A shiver ran down the singer’s spine. “...Then why are you even here?"

“Because I want to understand why the past ‘me’ did.”

The announcer’s voice could be heard through the loudspeaker, cutting off their confrontation with the calling of their band's name.

"Next up, from the dark corners of Night Raven College itself, is My Abyssal Lover!"

Allegra’s monotone demeanor remained as cheers could be heard echoing from the crowd. “It’s officially stage time, I kindly suggest you hurry up.” 

—-----

“Look! We got put in the event’s article!” The team’s manager exclaimed, showing off his phone to the group. “They even got a photo of you, Mahalath!”

The brunette takes a look at the article presented in front of him, reading the text with a feigned interest.

“Oh. Oops.”

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“It appears I forgot to smile during the set.”

For the rest of the band, it seemed like a well-timed joke. They laughed at another one of Allegra's supposed oddities. Only the vocalist remained silent in the classroom’s corner, understanding exactly what the Octavinelle student meant.

[jeanscowgirl]

don't try this at home.

toji fushiguro x reader, modern au, toji has the same job, reader should NOT be doing this, toji fushiguro x widow!reader

warnings: smut, mentions of death, mentions of exes, mentions of murder, modern au, fingering, oral b!receiving, penetration, hair pulling, brat reader for a second, dom! toji, idk what else, this is kind of crazy

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You didn’t wanna get back into the dating scene after your husband was brutally murdered. The case was never solved. you never found out who took away the love of your life.

Your friends badgered you about going out and meeting guys, you just couldn’t fathom the idea of it. Which led one of your friends to create a dating profile FOR you.

They set up the entire Tinder profile for you adding whatever pictures they thought looked the best. According to them you got a few matches but you didn’t care. You wanted nothing to do with it.

Until…

One night, you had just gotten home from being out with your friends. You were drunk. So, you logged into the Tinder account using the email and password your friends had given you.

There were a few messages, all weird pick up lines that you didn’t care to answer. You scrolled through your matches, wondering why your friends would even swipe right on some of these guys. Then, a new message appeared.

Toji Wow, you’re gorgeous sweetheart

You cringed at the nickname. You don’t even know this guy. But, you were drunk so you decided to entertain him.

Y/n Thank you, you’re not too bad yourself.

You clicked on his profile.

He was not bad at all. He was gorgeous. Black hair, great body, tall. The list could go on.

Another message.

Toji What’re you up to?

You responded to the message, and kept responding. You didn’t want to admit it but you really were enjoying talking to him.

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After about a week of talking to Toji, he had asked you on a date. You thought about it, you really did. But, you still couldn’t bring yourself to say yes.

That didn’t stop him though. He continued to talk to you every day. He seemed to genuinely care, he seemed really interested.

Another week or two later, Toji asked again.

You agreed.

You both decided on a casual restaurant, nothing too fancy. You wore jeans and a nice shirt, cute but comfy.

You were terribly nervous, you hadn’t done anything like this since the death of your husband. But, it had been three years and maybe it was time to explore just a little bit.

When you arrived, you saw him sitting at a table already. He was even more attractive in person.

You sat down, introduced yourself and then you both immediately hit it off.

He was funny, kind of blunt, and super flirty.

You both asked questions about each other and the date was going well. Then you decided to be a mood killer, “I should probably tell you just before you get too comfortable, I’m a widow. My husband was killed three years ago,”

Toji kind of stared blankly, “Oh. I- Uh,”

“Wow, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even brought that up. I just wanted to warn you,” Punching yourself internally for bringing that up on the first date.

“No, no. I’m sorry for your loss, what was his name?” Toji asked.

“Alec Kylan”

Toji dropped his fork and just stared at you.

You stared back, confused at his reaction, “Is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m sorry. That must’ve been hard to deal with.” Toji manages to get out.

Unbeknownst to you, you had just named one of the many people Toji had been sent to kill.

He didn’t tell you that though. He just continued on with your date as usual.

The date went well before you decided to go your separate ways for the night, both agreeing to go on a second date soon.

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A few weeks and a few dates later, you’re sitting on Toji’s couch in his apartment.

You’re cuddled up next to him in shorts and a t-shirt. Some show is on the TV, you’re barely paying attention.

Tojis hand is on your thigh, just caressing you. You’re getting turned on by this simple touch and Toji takes notice of your slight squirming.

He moves his hand closer up your thigh, to the hem of your shorts. He tugs at them and looks at you, asking for permission to take them off.

You look up at him and give him a nod. Instead of proceeding though, he chuckles and stands up.

He reaches a hand out to you, and as you go to grab it, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder.

With one arm wrapped around your torso, he carries you to his bedroom and throws you onto his bed. Yes, throws you.

“Take em’ off”

You don’t listen.

He scoffs, “Alright have it your way.”

He takes off the shirt that was hugging his muscles perfectly to reveal the most built body you have ever seen. He climbs on top of you, hovering.

He leans down to start kissing down your neck while messing with the t-shirt you refused to take off. With no warning, he bites down on your neck softly, definitely leaving a mark. The sudden feeling causes you to let out a small whimper which makes him smile against your skin.

He lifts up your shirt, “No bra? Knew you were gonna want this,” pulling it off of you completely.

Staring at your bare chest for maybe a second, he leans down to start kissing you all over again.

Starting at your boobs going all the way down your stomach. He finally reaches the waistband of your shorts. And with no warning, he takes them off in one motion.

Toji’s mouth immediately on your pussy, wasting no time. Eating you out like he has never eaten a meal in his life.

“F-fuck Toji calm down!”

This makes Toji do the exact opposite. He plays with your tits with one hand and with the other, he inserts two fingers into you.

“Oh my god, please”

He doesn’t slow down. He is pumping his fingers into you at an insane pace. You’re almost crying from the pleasure.

He pinches your nipples earning another moan out of you.

Sucking your clit and still fingering you, you were on the verge of cumming, and it's almost like Toji knew.

“Toji, please I-”

He pulls his fingers out, “Not yet, doll” He puts the same fingers into his mouth, licking off your juices.

You can see his bulge through the grey sweatpants he’s still wearing. He takes notice of this and slightly laughs, taking them off. His cock is huge, bigger than you were expecting.

He’s standing up but points to the ground, “Come here,”

You don’t listen. Again. Strike 2.

He grabs you by the hair and forces you to look him in the eyes, “Come on, don’t be a brat sweetheart,”

He lets go, and tries again.

You kneel in front of him, “Suck,”

You spit on his cock before putting it into your mouth.

“Fuck baby, you’re good at this,” he moans.

He grabs the back of your head, but doesn’t push.

You take more of him, moaning around his dick.

“Good girl, fuck you’re so good,”

His hands in your hair, this time he does push, making you gag, but that just turns him on even more.

Controlling your movements from the back of your head, moaning more profanities at you.

“Nnngh- I’m gonna fuck- Im gonna cum baby,”

And he does, in your mouth.

“Swallow.”

You do.

“Good girl, get back on the bed.”

You listen again.

He flips you over, your back facing him.

He’s holding your hips, rubbing up and down the sides of your body. You’re getting antsy though. You try to scoot back into him, hoping to get what you want.

SMACK

“Wow, needy slut huh? Can’t go a few minutes without something inside ya?”

Another, SMACK

“Was just tryna appreciate your body Ma. So fucking impatient,” And with no warning at all, he slams his cock into you.

“FUCK!”

“Yeah? You asked for that doll, sorry”

He is fucking you so good, you have never been fucked so good.

Nope, not even by your late husband.

“Damn sweetheart, pussy was made for me and me alone,”

His cock is stretching you out. He’s hitting your cervix. He is doing everything right.

“Toji, you feel so good, please,”

“Please what baby?”

You’re a whimpering, moaning mess.

“H-harder,” You say in between broken sobs

He listens.

He starts pounding into you at an inhumane pace. You can’t take it.

He pulls your hair back, forcing you to look at him.

“Who’s fucking you so good, huh?”

“Y-you T-toji!”

“That's right Ma, not that silly ex husband of yours right?”

“N-no!”

That was odd to say…

He lets go of your hair, your face no longer looking at his.

“That's why I killed that son of a bitch.” He mutters under his breath.

You weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. He was fucking you too good for you to notice. Besides, he couldn’t have been the killer…right?

It doesn’t matter, you can’t think. Toji is pounding into you so hard, you can’t think straight.

“T-toji, I ah think I’m getting close,”

“Cum for me sweetheart,”

And you do, you cum so hard, the best orgasm you maybe ever have had.

Coming down from your high, Toji pulls out of you gently.

He grabs a towel to clean the both of you off.

“Toji, what was that you said uh a few minutes ago?”

He continues wiping the both of you, “What do you mean?”

“Uh, did you say something about my ex husband?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about doll,”

He lies down next to you, kisses your forehead, opens his arms for you to lie in them, and then quickly falls asleep.

You had no idea you had just been fucked by and now lying in the arms of the same man who killed your husband.

[dewdr0pz]

good old-fashioned lover boy ₊˚.જ⁀➴⋆☀︎｡

summary: dating James Potter headcanons

a/n: hi!! I'm SOOOO sorry I haven't written anything in so long 😭 I've been really busy with everything in my life (including writing my own novel) and sort of forgot about the fact that I had fics to write lmao. also, I know the most common face claim for James Potter is young Aaron Taylor Johnson, but personally I've never agreed with this faceclaim and thought this guy on Pinterest worked better :)

tags: @back-totheoldhouse @daemontargaryennn @o-kye @unbeleevable @mochamuff1n @vibestillax-updates @v1bestillax (this is me just guessing who would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be removed/added from the taglist!!)

cw: some of these are really goofy lmao, f!reader

boyfriend!james who is so dramatic and theatrical. like he will say "I'm off to war, my sweet and fair lover, bid me farewell" and you're just like "James. you're out to get groceries."

boyfriend!james who will try and steal your hoodies even if they're way too small. you could be a foot shorter than him and he's still trying to squeeze into your sweater because "it smells like you, love!"

boyfriend!james who is very clingy in general, but less funny about it in private. when he's with the marauders, he's kissing your face all over mainly just to annoy his friends (and also because he loves you), but in private, he's pressing sweet, lingering kisses to your shoulder while you study or cook, randomly sliding his arms around your waist from behind, etc.

boyfriend!james who gives the best hugs. like the kind that somehow make you cry. and he doesn't mean to do it, but it happens to everybody. he'll be hugging you briefly before walking off somewhere and his friends are all like "you were close to crying, right? isn't that the weirdest thing?"

boyfriend!james who is not subtle on showing you off during the first few weeks (as long as you're comfortable with it). what's he doing? "oh, just spending time with my girlfriend." what are you doing after class? "probably spending time with my beautiful, lovely, spectacular girlfriend." everyone kind of hates him after he tones it down.

boyfriend!james who is an easy crier when it comes to the dumbest things. idk if you all have watched/heard of Brooklyn 99, but there's a scene where there's a couple on the couch and it basically goes like this:

guy (choked up): "it's just so beautiful how much they love each other"

girl: "it's a commercial. for a refrigerator."

he's crying at the stupidest things for no reason 😭

boyfriend!james who can be very emotional and an overthinker when it comes to serious things. he may not be crying hysterically, but he does get really into his head. I don't think he has abandonment issues like Regulus and the rest of the Marauders probably do, because from what I know, he's on good terms with his parents, but it's more just thinking "Oh my god they hate me so much what the fuck is wrong with me why am I even here I don't deserve any of this" after a fight.

boyfriend!james who's main love languages are acts of service and giving gifts. you got a great grade on an assignment? a bag of your favorite sweets from Hogsmeade. it's been a month and a half of dating? he's giving you a little vial filled with either sand or dirt from where your first date was. shoes untied? don't bother, love, he'll do it. shoulders hurt? don't even ask, you're getting a massage.

boyfriend!james who sometimes pranks you in his animagus form. you two will be napping one moment and when you wake up, he's lightly nudging you with his antlers.

boyfriend!james who loves you endlessly and will make sure the entire world knows <3

[nquesoxlies]

https://www.tumblr.com/nquesoxlies/780567152604463104/let-people-be-upset-about-their-favorite?source=share

tbh there's also something a loooot of ppl need to learn calling "setting realistic expectations." i personally wouldn't want eddie back without an on-screen conversation between him and CHRIS about what CHRIS wants, otherwise his entire plot in texas would feel kinda moot with a throwaway "yeah chris is fine with coming back to LA :)" since this plot was big enough for eddie to drop everything to go finally make things right with his son. i didn't expect for him to show up for the two-parter. meanwhile, everyone i saw who was momentarily disappointed bc no tommy was like "ah well, we know we're almost definitely getting him next episode bc of leaks" and went on to enjoy the episode as a whole

its genuinely fine to go "aw no eddie? :(" its Not fine to review bomb an episode and repeatedly bitch about the director not putting ur favorite man in the episode when it makes 0 sense for him to come back so quickly and without showing us that he IS still working on being a better dad to chris. hell, go write fanfic about it where eddie IS back instead of review bombing!!! that's probably a way more fun use of time than review bombing!!!

honestly, these fans make me dislike eddie more and more ngl which isn't even the actor or the writers faults at all. if he leaves the show then it's not going to impact me that much unless his ending is fully unsatisfying, and that'll be more of a "cmon, writers, you knew this was where this was going, do better." i have never watched the show only for eddie like these people have. came into the show expecting to love madney + henren and ended up very emotionally invested in bathena while enjoying buck and eddie as well. i'm on the same page as a lot of ppl who have been here longer than i have been: we love the entire show rather than just eddie. honestly, i think half of these people don't even like buck. i already know most of them don't give a shit about the rest of the show from insulting ravi over him distracting buck with tommy to turning josh into the "number 1 b*ddie cheerleader" to ignoring henren unless they can use them as a "gotcha!!! you don't actually care about queer rep!!!" like.

@ BoBs: do YOU? because every time there's queer rep that threatens ur fanon ship, u actively get homophobic about it down to, what, 600? of you PROUDLY admitting you would commit a hate crime to make your stupid ship canon--including both real men and fictional characters like josh and tommy in your "i'd hate crime for them teehee!" bullshit.

idk queso its just wild to me how often i also see the "eddie diaz pretty pretty princess who wants to paint his nails!!!" like. painting ur nails isnt gendered, the fuck? BoBs see anyone gender non-conforming and goes "wow, inherent sign of queerness, i am very smart :)" while feeding directly into toxic masculinity with the idea that if you don't adhere strictly to what's deemed masculine, then clearly you're queer. even if you say you're straight and know you're attracted to women and only women, you're gay because you (checks notes) have emotions and cry over your friends and did ballroom dancing when you were younger.

anyway if im being petty then i kinda hope that eddie leaves to focus fully on chris and making a life for the two of them in el paso and ravi takes his place on the team so that we get indian rep permanently on the show for a bit! i think he could bring some new life into the team (regardless of whether the show goes on for one season or more) and it'd be nice to see buck in a mentor position to him. plus i'd love to see his dynamic with the rest of the team <3 i am still available to play his love interest who is there for a single episode before being relegated to one-off mentions <3 /hj

Yes to alllllll of this, Annie!!!

What's ironic to me, based on something you mentioned, is the nail painting. They want sooooo hard for RG to actually be gay yet an actor who does paint his nails (for self-harm reasons) they call a slur and tell him to die.

Like???? Wtf are we doing???

(I know your ask is about the characters but that shit will always rub me the wrong way about Ryan stans)

[grahamkennedy]

I've said this before but sometimes I see some people complain about their media related hyperfixations or special interests having no new content and I'm like, you could afford to be more intellectually curious, actually. It would provide enrichment in your enclosure.

You can't live off New Content(TM) and fan fiction alone, if you think your interest now feels empty and unfulfilling and there's an Obsession Shaped Hole in your heart, it might be that your interest is waning, sure. But it might also mean that you need to dig deeper, have some fun with it.

Read, watch, listen to interviews by cast and crew, read reviews, read ESSAYS (media studies is an ever increasing academic field, people are writing about your favourite shows all the time). Read different forums, not just Tumblr, and engage with differing opinions, not just your own. Don't just write fan fiction, write a think piece for Substack. Find out more about the historical, political and societal context which inspired the work. I originally became obsessed with the comedian Graham Kennedy (my current special interest) because I was in the off season of The Newsreader, a show set in an Australian newsroom in th 1980s, and I decided to learn more about Australian television history to take up my time.

"I'm sad Succession is over" so am I, and it's no longer my special interest, though I still love it. But instead of sitting around waiting for the Kenstewy tag to update, go to Academia dot edu and see if anyone's written an essay on your blorbo. Go to Substack or Medium and peruse old think pieces from back when the media was still airing and see if the theories hold up.

Maybe I take this attitude because so many of my hyperfixations and special interests (including my latest) have been historical figures or creators where the "content" is in books or essays or archival footage, but you can afford to be more adventurous. If you really love the thing, and you can't let it go, maybe you need more than fan art of your faves kissing.

[whyamiherewhosummonedme]

potentially stupid question but i have a migraine and your virus drinking exploits got me thinking about bactiraphages (sorry if misspelled) and if they could be a potential solution to antibiotic resistant infections? or are they SO different that they couldnt see bacteria targeting human cells as a target? please feel free to disregard some of your qna tag seemed like you would be receptive to these kinds of questions

Congratulations on stumbling upon the purpose of most current bacteriophage studies, including my own! Yes, the usage of bacteriophages as an alternative to antibiotics- specifically to treat antibiotic-resistant infections - is a major, cutting-edge topic of study right now, spurred on by a landmark 2017 case study that used an experimental bacteriophage treatment on a man who was dying from an infection that nothing had worked on. And amazingly, after just a couple weeks, the infection was gone.

So, you know, something like that sparked a LOT of interest. Bacteriophage therapy is still a cutting-edge experimental treatment and a lot more research needs to go into it before it can be considered on a wider scale, but it's massively promising. Some studies are showing that bacteria exposed to phages, as they attempt to develop resistance to the phage, will actually lose resistance to antibiotics!

This video by Kurzgesagt is a very good overview, even if it's outdated by nature of being 6 years old and a lot of research has been done since then. Highly recommend checking some stuff out!

But yeah dude, do not apologize for coming into a scientist's askbox and asking them questions about their field. Every scientist I know including myself will take any opportunity to infodump

[soleadita]

ateez + encore chaos thoughts [first win with “wave” on mnet m! countdown, june 2019]

in which i make a post about a new interest when most of my mutuals are asleep, because i am shy on the internet

i was lured to this full performance (if we are indeed calling this a performance, i say with ALL the love in my heart) after the algorithms™️ saw fit to show me a much shorter clip featuring their attempts to sing through their tears, and it’s been haunting me for a week straight. i want to study it. i need to study it. there’s too much going on; it’s impossible to catch it all. (full disclosure, i don’t fully understand the significance of this win—just that it was apparently their first award and apparently quite meaningful? i am still learning. BUT GOOD FOR THEM!!)

[@storkmuffin these are the yunho tears i mentioned earlier but in my excitement i didn’t think to add that they’re buried in a 5 minute video of other ateez tears and shenanigans instead of being something quick and easily digestible. but here they are nonetheless!! if you (OR ANYONE ELSE please talk to me about this please please) have more thoughts…please. take it away.]

broad highlights:

everyone but mingi (and san, san is doing A+ at the show must go on here) weeping at different intervals and wandering around the stage like npcs. (guys, they genuinely look so…distraught? no, not the right word. overcome? well, whatever it is, it’s HORRIFICALLY endearing.)

yeosang making a beeline for wooyoung after the announcement and crying into his back—and then san hugging both of them.

yunho’s combo of crying, singing, and jumping around in a somewhat mingi-esque fashion, and how he’s moving between these…states of being. (around 2:40ish he goes from dancing and seemingly hyping (for a certain value of hype) the crowd to like…covering his face with his hand and crying, but then he goes right back into dancing and jumping even though i’m 85% certain he’s (possibly unsuccessfully) attempting to hold back tears. this feels very interesting to me in a way i’m refusing to examine further until the weekend.)

mingi JUMPING AROUND THE STAGE AND GRINNING while all of this is going on around him…i have Too Many thoughts about this actually. (and according to the yt comment section, he cried alone in his room afterwards. i have Thoughts and Feelings about this too.)

the way every time it looks like wooyoung is maaaaybe gonna get it together, he drops the mic and his face crumples again. (baby!!!!)(they are so tiny here…2019 feels like it was three lifetimes ago.)

san’s attempts to comfort wooyoung and/or get him to rally. (seonghwa does this too, i think, and it is equally adorable. and then at one point hongjoong like…pats wooyoung on the head? i think?)(separately, watching seonghwa try to maintain composure while standing next to Big Energy Jumping Grinning Mingi at the very beginning is such an experience. for a couple seconds there i feel like he’s almost trying to be like “ok chill, my guy” but im not sure im reading that right.)

speaking of hongjoong, he is also breaking down intermittently—i think he just tends to walk off to the side of the stage or to the back, where he’s then obscured by taller (sometimes jumping) members. (from what i can see, it seems like seonghwa does this too, but i need to stop rewatching the clip to fact check myself because then i get distracted by other details when what i should’ve been doing as of three hours ago is going to sleep.)

and this isn’t even getting into jongho. he is weeping; he is npc-stumbling around stage; he is still hitting those high notes through his tears. tbh i would expect nothing less from him. go, jongho!!!

tldr, i feel like i’m watching a group of preschoolers who are overdue for their naptimes and having Big Feelings about it. (and again, i mean this in the fondest way possible…this is all for fun, and is meant in no way to invalidate the feelings they’re expressing. i think part of the allure here, for me at least, is that in the live performance clips i’ve seen, they’re so polished!! and this feels so different; they’re newer at this point, it’s an encore and not like…a planned performance(?), they’ve just received impactful news and are handling the emotional aftermath of it…it’s just really fascinating to watch. they’re goofy, they’re talented, i love them.)

fin.

[tiredandkindaoverworked]

Home

In which Dear realizes how much love surrounds them.

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Dear stumbled to the door, bleary eyed. They opened the door to a fidgety Freelancer, looking slightly embarrassed, shuffling on Dear’s doorstep.

“Freelancer…? Is everything ok? It’s 11pm.”

Freelancer’s mouth opened and closed, their throat dry, nearly choking on hesitation.

“I… um. I’ve been having trouble sleeping. I decided to take a long walk and I ended up here, somehow. Can I come in?”

Dear stepped aside, taking Freelancer’s coat and gently guiding them inside.

“Would you like something to drink, hon? It’s pretty cold out at night during this time of year.”

Freelancer nodded quietly. Dear gestured to the couch, urging Freelancer to sit while they prepared a warm drink for them.

As the kitchen’s space filled with the sound of boiling water, Dear’s phone chimed with a text from Damien, asking to come over.

They shot back a quick affirmation, phone chiming back with an ETA.

‘Hm, guess I’d better put on some coffee too.’ They thought to themselves.

Dear put on a pot of coffee before bringing two mugs to the table, setting them down and wrapping an arm around Freelancer, holding them against their chest. Freelancer leaned into Dear’s embrace, a heavy sigh escaping their lungs.

Damien gently opened the door with Lasko in tow, striding in with a familiarity very few knew. Dear looked back and waved to them.

“Coffee’s on, if you want some. Lasko, your creamer’s in the fridge.”

Lasko dismissed Damien to the couch, knowing exactly how he wanted his coffee. Damien shuffled over and sunk into the couch, a hand seeking out Freelancer’s and lacing with their fingers.

“Been a long night for you two, hmm?” Asked Dear.

“Pretty long. Hux’ll be in later. He’s doing a little bit of overtime.” replied Damien, weariness apparent in his voice.

Lasko ambled over with two more mugs, placing Damien’s coffee on the table in front of him before sitting on the ground in front of the couch.

Damien took a sip of his coffee, humming contentedly as Dear gripped the remote, scrolling through lists of movies and shows to watch.

“Hmmm, dunno what we should watch.”

“Well, whatever we do, we can’t watch anything that requires all of us to be together.”

“I know Gavin was interested in rewatching Avatar.”

“The one with the humans or the ones with the blue people?”

“Well, they both technically have humans, but the one with strictly humans. I think he mentioned he never actually fully watched it and he wanted to watch it with all of us.”

Their conversation was cut short by a gentle knock at the door.

“Door’s open.” Freelancer called to the next guest.

The door creaked open to none other than Gavin, who plotted a familiar course to the couch, unceremoniously plopping down right behind Dear, an arm snaking around Dear’s waist as he hugged them from behind.

“Well, well, speak of the devil and he shows up.” Lasko teased.

“Aht aht, Demon, not devil. Look who’s gotten all comfortable making jokes.” quipped Gavin, pulling Lasko’s hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to them.

“But what were you guys discussing before I showed up?”

“Discussing what to watch. You’ve mentioned wanting to watch ATLA.” Freelancer explained, face still buried in Dear’s chest.

“Mmmm.” Gavin mused. “Hux’ll be here tonight, right?”

The crew murmured affirmations.

“He’s already seen the entire show, if we want to just start tonight. He’s only gonna be upset if we somehow make it to season two and meet Toph.” chimed in Damien.

Gavin gently slipped the remote from Dear’s hand, replacing it with his hand and pressed play.

The group grew quiet, the only sounds heard being the television.

The door creaked open one last time that night, Huxley shambling in after a long shift.

“Hey, darling. Do you want to take a shower? Need something to eat?

Hux’s face broke into a weary smile.

“Hmm, not right now. I just want to be with my people right now.”

He ambled around, pressing kisses to everyone’s heads before settling next to Lasko, arm stretched out over his shoulder and head leaning back against Damien’s legs, who affectionately began running his hands through Huxley’s hair.

“Not that I don’t love having you guys here, but what brought you all to my place tonight?” Dear wondered aloud.

None of them answered. It was a comfortable silence.

Outside, fireworks popped in a spectacular display, ignored by the cuddle puddle indoors. Faintly from a neighbors house, Dear could swear they could heard the song ‘Auld Lang Syne.’

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@achios i’m not good at writing polyromantic DAMN crew, but i saw ur post and figured shiiiit, why not try it.

[onaperduamedee]

I won't be engaging with the Wheel of Time show anymore. 

I needed to put in writing my feelings regarding the Wheel of Time episode 308 before going damnatio memoriae on this show.

The Wheel of Time just brutally killed Siuan Sanche, a black gay character who does not die at that point in the books, to provide gay angst for her white partner, who isn't her current lover in the books, before her arc actually starts.

Others have explained far better than me why this is profoundly tone-deaf, especially at the end of a season that started with the death of a black gay character for the sake of another white man's pain and continued with the deaths of other black characters. Repeating why this sucks won't change the mind of those who don't see the pattern: there will always be an intra- or extradiegetic explanation to justify the writers' choice. 

Beside the brutality and resonance of her death, this indicates changes in future plotlines that I also cannot follow: it affects Egwene's arc a great deal, it will have an impact on Nynaeve's arc and it completely rewrites what makes Moiraine's character so compelling to me. By saying that Siuan's arc post-coup isn't that interesting they tell us that a story centered on a character who lost everything but still found ways to fight for the light is not worth telling. 

What I hear is that Rand's arc, Egwene's, Mat's and certainly Moiraine's will be profoundly different from what they could have been. At this point and with the evidence they've shown I don't trust them anymore to deal seriously with the question of mental health for these characters.

That decision signals that the themes and characters that were dear to me have been declared not worthy of screentime. 

For that only I would have lost interest in the show, which isn't the end of the world as there are plenty of shows that don't hold my interest. The real stinger for me is that Rafe Judkins went on queer media like podcasts and magazines to profess his love for the relationship and still made that decision.

These characters weren't together during the main storyline which means the writers purposely made them the love of each other's life in order for Siuan's death (also not in the books there) to hurt more. It was planned from the start. 

This feels unnecessarily cruel and in complete contradiction with the kind of storytelling that I enjoy and stand for. I liked Wheel of Time because it was the Wheel of Time and not GoT. To an extent I feel like a fool for falling into the trap set by promotion: the show had never any intention of delivering the content they themselves were promoting. 

I remember a time when we had one glimpse of a kiss as the trailer for s2 came out and the Siuaraine fandom was so beautifully creative and hopeful. At the time, we were still thinking that we wouldn't get any Siuan and Moiraine this season. We didn't think they were important enough, as a couple, as individuals since Siuan's presence was not a guarantee. And we got that glimpse of happiness. The days, weeks following were some of the most joyful moments I experienced in fandom. I will always cherish the theorizing, the art, the gifs produced in that timeframe. 

It was also a time when some parts of the fandom were also goading us that they weren't main characters and we should enjoy them before they got killed. These fans had been doing that for a long time. 

But the show had our backs, right? They told us, right?

It seems we were right to think as we did after s1 that Siuan's story was never worthy of being told: Rafe confirmed that from the start the character was not meant to live. 

Now, if you only see Siuan as an extension of Moiraine then of course perhaps cutting her off here is logical. But if you see Siuan as she is in the books, the woman who lost everything and survived out of spite alone, the mentor to Egwene who was the perfect mirror to the Moiraine and Rand mentorship, the deft politician stripped of status who artfully manœuvred the Hall when she was less than dirt to them, the strongest woman that Egwene has met, then what the show did to Siuan's character is purely assassination before her story even started.  And that's not even touching on how much they changed her character to fit her into this tragic dead lesbian love story.

It was never about the relationship. It was about telling Siuan's story, of which Moiraine was only a small part. Now we will never get Siuan's story about resilience and surviving out of sheer spite. We might get a tearful reunion in another life at the end of the story, after Moiraine also died, because the most exquisite a lesbian can be to a storyteller is dead. 

I often find that insurmountable an obstacle. Others don't even notice it. 

At the end of the day, yes, the heart of the cutting is only a question of prioritizing certain characters over others for writing space. For fans the red line in such a cutting was Loial's death, for others it was Agelmar. 

Adaptational choices. 

But they carry weight; they tip down the scales one way or the other, and the result is not something I'm comfortable supporting or merely enjoying anymore. 

So I won't be engaging with the show: I won't talk about it on socials, promote it and share content about it. I've found that it's the healthiest way to break up from a show that jumped the shark for me.

Siuan and her arc post-coup were incredibly important to me, and the manner in which that story was rejected broke something irreparably in my trust in the show. I won't enjoy it anymore like I used to.

If we chatted together on bsky, discord or Tumblr about the show, I'll be more than happy to continue there, but I cannot in good conscience show open support for the choices the show is making.

I will miss and cherish this community forever because they are a creative and extraordinary bunch, but then such is the life of fandom, especially of queer media. 

I don't wish the show any cancellation. I still believe the cast and crew are doing something special and I hope they can continue to delight those for whom the magic still makes sparks, but that will be without me. 

It isn't the show for me anymore. I don't plan on trashing the show on social media (the fury is reserved to dms and blogging) and in return I ask this one thing of the fandom: not to mock or belittle the reactions like mine or others'. If it annoys or angers you, mute or block the fans and curate your own space. 

The universe is fictional, the feelings of being used and betrayed are very real.

[laniemae]

its such a mystery as to how ojima got drunk. its kinda (very) concerning if he was coerced/forced to drink and i feel like that would mess with him a LOT once he sobers up but i digress. if he got drunk on his own accord then i suppose it could make sense. user blake0022 on youtube left a comment on [cage game] where they theorised that he could have taken alcohol to numb stress. that does have some validity but i feel like takeshi isn't the kinda guy to drink (unless he is and just hasn't done it until now). also why was he still wasted after THREE HOURS??? AND AFTER SLEEPING AS WELL?? 2 shots of vodka ass phenomenon 🙏😭🙏(2x13 more like...)

earlier i mentioned how i felt like takeshi being forced to drink would mess with him a lot. the reason why i think this is because the reality of something being done to him without his knowledge would take him back to his trauma of not being able to control how he was treated at the hands of his uncle. (<- although, i could be overanalysing here and could also be proven wrong come friday.) back when i was watching [bruise], i remember him describing his headspace as 'somewhere where he could control things', and that statement is part of why i believe he'd be disturbed once he sobers up.

this leads me into my next point. in [cage game] hiroaki tells ojima to get off of him multiple times, implying that ojima was being very touchy with him; of course, he was absolutely PLASTERED at the time but it is still kinda weird (takeshi is still my goat though...). but this really makes me think about how he'd react upon sobering up and finding this out. i personally believe he'd be mortified--this also ties into my earlier point about doing things without knowledge or control over what is happening. i also think him being overly touchy towards hiroaki would contribute to him being distraught if we take his trauma into consideration. there is a slim chance this may also trigger his ptsd but i'm not familiar with the (c)ptsd experience and don't know anyone who do have it, so i'd like to be corrected if i got anything wrong here. i would like to inquire your opinion on this topic.

anyways i like ojima. hes very cool and interesting. on a different note, i believe he'd be more popular in the fandom if he were as whimsical externally as he is internally. i do feel like he's gaining more attention after the Drunkeshi Incident, but he's still fairly underrated compared to characters like hiroaki and kamimura. although he isn't as unpopular compared to isono and sasaki (i love you sasaki hitomi)

while we're at it i'd like to mention sasaki for a bit. i don't think about her as much as i do ojima but i'd say shes like my second favourite tetro character. i think shes just really tragic cause she was healing from her trauma and she was living a good life with a good family and good friends and then she just has it all ripped away after being put in a killing game and deprived of sleep then she snapped and killed someone and executed and and,,,,also shes NOT EVIL 😭😭 im ashamed to say that i did not like sasaki a bit after [right hand] when hiroaki said that she didnt care about yanagi at all. but honestly i feel like shes justified in a situation such as that. i probably wouldn't want to get my hand slashed either (i think it was the hand she passed onto yanagi i cant remember) and she was a very good leader as well--while i don't really like extremely assertive people (if i can describe her that way), the situation definitely called for a leader and she fit that role very well. also i enjoyed [follow up] a lot because it showed a kinder, softer side of her that we hadn't seen up to that point. i think ojima was justified in feeling angry over being (or feeling) pitied after his secret was leaked in confession game, but i feel like sasaki could have been empathising with him to an extent seeing as they both are survivors of s/a.

i also think about her possible relationships with the other characters had she lived past chapter 1. i remember von saying that her and hiroaki would have bonded had ojima not been placed in the killing game (and canon implies that they would have bonded in some way regardless if ojima was there or not.) i can imagine her and hiroaki talking about true crime and mystery books that they like together lol. also i read her secret log on the tumblr and found out that she writes poetry?!?!! i cant remember if it was ever brought up in canon but she writes poetry and that is Cool. i also think about her relationship with ojima a lot. i wouldn't really ship them (i'm not really a shipping person myself) but they have an interesting dynamic--i find it interesting how they were like the leader (sasaki) and co-leader (ojima) at the start, and after confession game that kinda deteriorated, likely due to the others "pitying" ojima after finding out about his trauma. i feel like if sasaki lived they could have bonded more.

sorry if i talked about sasaki way too much haha. i like your analyses on characters a lot and as a result i like to Ask you things. truthfully, it's a bit hard for me to analyse characters without looking at what other people say and i feel like my analyses can come off as a bit stiff sometimes. i love tetro a lot (been here since the prologue but i forgot about it for a few months then came back and found myself getting really invested in it esp after confession game. it's a part of why august 2024 was such a good month for me. i don't normally make myself known in fandom spaces so yeah) and the characters, particularly ojima and sasaki as you just saw really stick with me. i feel like i've been getting better at media analysis though. anyways i hope you liked reading allat. if you did.

Yeah the whole Ojima getting drunk thing is something that particularly stands out to me compared to the rest of the times the other students have been targeted as it feels so weird. Unlike with Hasegawa getting high you can’t really slip Ojima that much alcohol without him noticing so you would have to force it on him somehow. But that also conflicts with the culprits MOA with setting up traps or poisoning people, so why would they risk like attacking Ojima to get him drunk if he could very easily fight back and see who was doing it? Even while dissociating if he was suddenly being force fed alcohol he would’ve fought back and why risk yourself getting exposed like this just to get Ojima drunk, it really leads nowhere.

So the other option is that Ojima got drunk willingly. This also feels kinda odd but I can see it in a way. Ojima’s been struggling a lot with trying not to daydream as he worries he’s going to hurt someone again while zoned out so he could’ve tried to find another coping mechanism. And with all the shit going on with the killing game and perhaps his accidental love confession to Hiroaki he could’ve just reached a breaking point and took a huge sum of alcohol. It would be quite interesting if Ojima actually did this willingly. But how would he have gotten his hands on that stuff? We know that there’s no booze in the school and since he was that drunk for such a long time I doubt it was just mouthwash, and he said he was going to the art room so he was likely intoxicated there which feels weird. And I’m pretty convinced on that wherever this alcohol came from also came from the same place where the substances Hasegawa got high on might’ve came from, so I’d think it was a defence game reward. But then how would’ve Ojima just taken the alcohol like that if he didn’t even accept the reward? And to me just a bit if he’s worried about hurting someone without knowing it I feel like the idea of getting drunk could feel even more risky but idk.

It’s really something that’s kinda confusing either way you think about it but I do feel when he sobers up we’ll hopefully get an explanation if he remembers being attacked or he took it himself. Coercion could also be another reason but I feel like that’d make it way too obvious for the culprit. Either way Ojima’s gonna have a really bad hangover which would fuck him up for a while like with how everyone’s getting sick.

I really don’t think that this whole incident of getting drunk would relate to his trauma. We really have no reason to believe that being drugged was an aspect in his childhood and it definitely seems that this incident only really is important to whatever the fuck is going on in this chapter with everyone getting attacked somehow and Ojima just so happened to get drunk for whatever reason. I don’t feel like we should be jumping to anything potentially trauma related with Ojima whenever something comes up as we know he can still function as a person even if he has a lot of issues, so things seem to not be related to that in this moment.

You do have a point saying Ojima will probably be very upset after sobering up. He definitely was being quite handsy with Hiroaki in cage game definitely implied by the dialogue and how Tamba and Yanagi were weirded out. And since being drunk lowers someone’s inhibitions, especially sexual inhibitions, it makes sense why Ojima was behaving this way when it’s something he’d absolutely never do. And he wasn’t even really being too bad as he did stop when Hiroaki told him to but he still made him very uncomfortable and Ojima would absolutely be mortified by this. And like I mentioned he was really distressed after he unconsciously attacked Hasegawa by grabbing his arm hard which affected him really badly of him doing something violent without being aware of it. And how scared he was that he’d also attack Hiroaki in a similar manner. So with Ojima getting blind drunk (willingly or unwillingly) he’d absolutely be beating himself up so badly that he made Hiroaki uncomfortable by acting overly sexual towards him without remembering.

And what you mentioned about potential trauma correlations with this that I can kinda see. As from what I know people with cptsd have tendency to feel very negatively towards themselves with feelings of shame and guilt. And in some cases people with trauma tend to worry about repeating the actions of their abusers, and we don’t know too much about this with Ojima but this could play into how upset he was when he was violent towards Hasegawa and potentially believing that he’s a bad person at heart. But again this is something we’d need to see more of to see how this incident specifically would affect him. As it seems pretty clear at this point that Ojima has a crush on Hiroaki and would absolutely not want any harm to come to him especially since he’s worried about hurting him.

Ojima’s a really interesting character and I hate how so many people neglect that side of him because he’s a lot more introverted and quiet compared to the rest of the cast. I could just be liking him a lot as I’m a sucker for characters who are very fucked up psychologically and I can do a ton of research into him but it feel off when people call him boring unironically as he’s anything but that. And he’s kinda been in the lesser half of the characters as Tetro has moving on which really sucks especially since he’s made it so far. I still pray everyday that we should get more info in Ojima’s inner world as that would expand his character so much especially since his daydreaming is such a massive part of his life and that would really let people appreciate him more.

And oh Sasaki Sasaki Sasaki Sasaki, gone too early and overhated but I still love you. I haven’t really talked about Sasaki here much but I really do find her such an interesting character and she really played the role she did as a chapter 1 killer very well but I do wish we could’ve seen more of her personally, but that’s always the drawback of dying early. I think what von said specifically iirc was is Sasaki lived longer she would’ve been friends with Hiroaki which definitely makes sense with how in [Breaching the Gap] Hiroaki was talking to Sasaki in the medbay. Like Hiroaki was being a massive asshole in chapter 1 and being very antagonistic towards Sasaki with their conflicting ideas on leadership but even with all their bickering it definitely seems that Sasaki could respect someone who was very strong willed on how to lead the group. And Hiroaki was definitely right when he said that in the end the group only knew Sasaki for a short amount of time and never really got to know about her as a person where she wasn’t in this incredibly messed up environment and you had to be a bit ruthless. As Hiroaki can also attest to that with his own behaviour but with him he actually survived much longer. I wonder how different things would be if Hiroaki was the one who died early instead of Sasaki, and how peoples opinions on them would be switched.

Even with all the selfish and hypocritical actions Sasaki had done it feels kind bad that I can actually quite understand why she did most of the stuff she did. Especially with Yanagi I can see that she was probably creeped out by his obsessive behaviour towards her, of course from what we know about Yanagi he’s not like that at all, but first impressions from a group that just met each other it’d make sense why she passed that punishment onto Yanagi when he offered it. Yes it was quite selfish but I can very much see her thought process and I can’t exactly hate that for that. Honestly Hiroaki has done more stuff I can’t forgive him for than Sasaki in chapter 1 lmao.

I do think that Sasaki was quite a good leader (before the motive at least) as she was really the only person who got the students moving to actually set up a plan to escape and organise all these group meetings while in the later chapters everyone was a lot more disorganised and only got into group meetings from the idea of Sasaki’s leadership. The situation was incredibly dire so it makes sense she was acting quite assertive. The motive really fucked her over and understandably so. She was already putting enough pressure on herself as it so being tormented by the sleep deprivation motive while still trying to be a leader to the group it makes sense why she became a lot more assertive than she initially was and ended up hurting a lot of people. And from all this pressure, and how from the beginning putting herself into this role would inherently isolate herself from the rest of the group while trying to get them closer, she didn’t really have anyone she was close with and this and all the pressure it was only inevitable she’d snap and kill someone from all the stress and that’s why I think she’s such a good chapter 1 killer.

Sasaki to me definitely feels like she takes safety in control and leadership. The secret logs say that after the incident with her teacher she nearly ended up quitting the student council, but decided to stay and that’s where she got the support from her friends who were there to help her. The incident would’ve probably made her feel helpless and out of control so perhaps she would’ve developed the idea of trying to feel in control to feel safe, especially in such a threatening environment as been trapped in a school with 15 other students all forced to kill each other and be tortured.

Sasaki and Ojima’s dynamic was also something I found quite interesting with them being a subverted typical danganronpa protag duo who ended up splitting apart after the motive and went their separate ways, in death or not. And that’s why [Follow Up] feels really interesting to me like you mentioned as it was the only real time Sasaki properly interacted with Ojima after confession game. I do think Sasaki was genuinely trying to help Ojima with talking to him after knowing that they come from a place of similar trauma. But how since Ojima is a much more isolated person he didn’t like how it felt like Sasaki was pitying him and playing therapist with him when Sasaki bought up the idea of talking to people. As that’s what helped with Sasaki but Ojima doesn’t feel comfortable with that sort of stuff and it being treated as an ends all to recovery and with how Sasaki got somewhat annoyed/confused on why he was so insistent on not doing that when it helped for her. And this interaction was especially interesting considering how Sasaki was treating him before confession game being a lot more snappy at him whenever he zoned out and quite bossy and assertive. So Sasaki’s sudden change in treatment after the game makes sense why Ojima was mad about her pitying him.

Honestly I really love getting these super long analyses I’m always up for reading them and adding onto them and it was quite interesting talking about all the newer events in the series like whatever was happening with Ojima getting drunk then taking a trip back to the beginning talking about Sasaki and it really makes me view how much the series had changed and I couldn’t imagine any of the stuff happening back in chapter 1. I also have been here since the prologue after Yanagi’s interview and kept up with it from the beginning of chapter 1 til now and I always quite liked it from the start but same here as well Confession Game is what got me really hooked in the series and it’s still one of my favourite episodes for that. It’s always fun analysing series like this no matter how you feel you may come across diving deep into the stories and personalities of these characters is some that always makes me appreciate the media even more.

[informaltorching]

Looks at you with big wet eyes

Can you tell me more about Vesper and Amare’s relationship

Thank you for showing interest in @swoomoo and I's messy idiots.

(the beautiful art that i horribly cropped onto this is by bugcouncil) Vesper and Amare have a relationship built on desperation, mind control, stalking...and most importantly, co-dependency. Warning this is a lot.....and also has a lot of dark themes pertaining to the above mentioned.

Amare initially stalked Vesper for the majority of his life. She had the desire to protect him when his mother (her touchstone) was killed when he was a child. Unfortunately, over time, the desire was twisted and as he got older she became obsessed with him and wanted to embrace him. So, Vesper sort of had a weird upbringing where a Lasombra was stalking him and enacting some mild versions of Lasombra embrace traditions onto the poor guy's life. He had a lot of issues with being very alone. Amare's heavy (yet unknown) involvement in his life also started the snowball effect that drove him into becoming a hunter. This obviously, put a bit of a wrench in her plans. She lessened stalking him (though, never completely stopped.) Eventually, Vesper moved to England for what was supposed to be a temporary amount of time. But he didn't come back. Amare of course feared the worst and tracked him down. She found him in London...embraced. I wrote a bit about what went down once they officially "met" and how their relationship formed here. For a while their relationship was a bit more one-sided. She obviously, withheld that she was his fucking stalker from him and he was blood bonded to her. But, welllllllllllllllll...he found out. And to make things worse...right after he found out a thin-blood he was friends with gave him something to break the blood bond. And of course he was so angry he had to do everything in his power not to kill her :) Fun fact for those that love how weird Amare is: Amare didn't even really seem to understand that he had dumped her because he never outright said they were over. She was like, yeah he tried to kill me and then stormed off and stopped talking to me completely but it is fine...and kept trying with him. Amare's pathetic behavior kind of won him back eventually. He still had to see her and interact with her (though he really tried to keep it at a bare minimum.) And it kind of occurred to him that Amare really didn't have anyone at all. He still to some extent still loved her and she was refusing to give up on him. So, at some point when he was put in a position where he was alone with her and she was being quite vulnerable, he caved. Vesper still was quite reluctant. He would sleep with her, but not produce a clear answer on the stance of their relationship. He went back and forth a lot between what he knew to be rational - not trusting her and getting overwhelmed with his love for her - not really understanding why he even felt that way after everything. Amare didn't want to lose him again and at the time Vesper had a derangement placed onto to him by the Sheriff. So, she became worried and decided Vesper needed to be blood bonded again 'for his own safety'. She did things like using mind control to get him to feed from her and then gaslighting him into thinking he hunger frenzied on her!! Which I mean wasn't hard...he is a Banu Haqim so he did frenzy.

Vesper eventually found out about this, too!! And the results were very bad. Like...multiple people dead bad. Overtime, Amare convinced Vesper that she had felt genuine remorse for her actions. She explained her fears and intensity of her love for him. He really just can't let her go. Vesper has began to understand that he can't really help but sacrifice parts of himself to her. That she has always been there and he doesn't actually know what things are like without her. And he thinks a lot about what would become of her if he wasn't there. They ended up agreeing to make the blood bond mutual to "fix" the situation. And that is where they currently are at. (The mutual blood bond is not intended to be forever. So, we will see where it all goes.) ASIDE THE BACKSTORY THINGS:

As you can imagine their relationship can be pretty extreme. They can be very divorced and argumentative. They hatefuck. As much as Amare obsesses over Vesper, she still gets pretty annoyed by his "holier than thou", self-righteous attitude.

A lot of people find Amare very off-putting. She has obvious predator. She doesn't have much of a filter and is really blunt. She is socially awkward as fuck and bad with social cues. She also grew up under a rock as a human, to only become a Lasombra and doesn't understand a lot of references or media. ......Vesper finds a lot of this endearing. Their relationship is a little bit open. They agree to a degree that they need to explore things outside each other (they both have repressed sexuality issues), but neither of them have really tried to. Vesper feels some sort of responsibility for Amare's humanity.