#now whether this can be taken as a fact im not completely sure. this was just one paper

[mekatrio]

damn what a coincidence i was literally just researching lolicon phenomenon this week and now theres a kpop controversy abt it

[robinsno1lesbian]

Im v much in a somno w/neighbor robin mood so….

Imagine her waking reader up with her strap🫣🫣🫣-🍓

older!neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1374

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), somno w/neighbor!robin, established cnc, strap-ons, finger sucking, use of petnames, dirty talk, very light overstimulation, not proofread and written while @maladaptive-day-dreams & vix were both distracting me with their robin thoughts so...

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: your asks are driving me crazy oh my god. lord have mercy.

robin knows this is wrong. of course she knows. you've fallen asleep right next to her, breathing peacefully as you sleep out the aftershocks of the previous orgasms she has given you. your back is up against her front and she can't see your face. all she can hear are the quiet snoring noises from your lips. you look so lovely, almost at pure peace from where she is laying, with both of her strong arms wrapped around you. and, god, as much as she loves you, right now all she can think about is how badly she needs to ruin you. how she needs to pound into you until you're squirming beneath her. so yes, robin knows this is wrong. but she knows she needs this. the strap is still attached to her hips, covered in your cum from earlier that night. she did not have the time to clean it yet, you fell asleep almost immediately and she chose to let you. until now. robin sits up slowly, untangling your body from her arms. she is careful not to wake you up when she puts one hand over you to support her own weight and check whether or not you are still sleeping. you are. your hair has fallen over your eyes and your cheek is squished up against the mattress beneath. the image makes robin's heart ache. you look so sweet, so innocent. as if you weren't riding her strap just half an hour ago, chasing one orgasm after the other with no end in sight. only the memory of your cries and moans makes robin clench against the harness of her strap. she reaches out and wipes the hair away from your face, allowing her to see your face entirely. "fuck" she breathes softly, her fingers lingering on your skin for a second. "gonna make you feel really good yeah?" she lays back down behind you and lifts the blanket that covers you. the fact that you are still completely bare beneath allows her to have a much easier access. robin runs her fingers down your spine, over the swell of your ass, and between your thighs. she can feel you shiver even in your sleep. her index and middle finger form a v-shape as she opens you up for her. robin mutters a couple of curses under her breath when she feels just how wet you are still. "oh my god y/n" she moves her fingers down to your entrance and is delighted to feel even more of your arousal pooling there, awaiting her. "fucking hell" robin rasps. she brings her fingers back up your body and runs them over your chest. you have taken off your bra hours ago and she smiles to herself when she senses your nipples hardening under the touch. she rolls them between her fingers, careful not to pinch them too hard for you to actually wake up. just enough for the effect it has on your body... and the one it has on her own body of course. only the sensation of your hard nipples between her fingers is enough to get her off. after she has played with both of your breasts for a bit, making sure to give them both an equal treatment, she kisses your shoulder blades while her hands find their way down again. robin spreads you open for her again, only that she brings her strap between your thighs this time.

she strokes the shaft of the dildo through you slowly, collecting the wetness that has gathered there. "oh god" she groans quietly. she can't feel it, of course, but this sight has her wishing she could. the way your wetness covers her so easily, allowing her to use it as lube around the strap. robin gives her hips a couple of experimental rolls, causing the strap to stroke through you, the tip hitting your clit in ways that would leave you begging for more in a conscious state. she smiles to herself sweetly, as if she is not about to ruin you. slowly, she wraps her fingers around the strap and guides it to your entrance. you even turn slightly in your sleep, allowing her to see even more of your throbbing cunt. "yeah" she whispers to herself. "yeah like that" and then she pushes the tip inside, spreading you open further by holding your legs apart with her palms. once she has gotten past the first initial stretch, your body takes her with ease. yet robin moves slowly, so very slowly, especially after you move once again. she only stops once her hips meet your ass and she is all the way inside of you. robin's fingers run through your hair to soothe you when she pushes back out of you. with all that's going on, consciousness slowly makes its way into your head. your eyes only flutter at first. you're sure you are just imagining that - the leftovers of a very lucid dream that is somehow in your system.

for a dream, this seems a little too good though. you roll your hips backward, feeling something hitting your g-spot. immediately, you whimper softly at the sensation, too tired to care how real this all feels. all you care about is to feel that again, so you throw yourself back again. you're rewarded by that same feeling again. "robin" you mumble sleepily. "fuck" but when you sense hands around your waist, hear robin's quickened breathing and -most importantly- feel her inside of you, you understand. your eyes fly open at the same time as a loud moan falls from your lips. your hand clutches the bedsheets beneath you and you moan. "fuck robin!" "someone's up huh?" she whispers against the back of her neck. "y-yes" you mumble. "fuck yes" "shhh" robin hushes you, her face right next to yours, lingering inches above your skin. "don't worry...let me take care of you yeah? take me so well" and all you can really do is nod your head while you move your hips backward, begging for her to take you harder. a desperate "please" is the only response you can muster when she picks up the pace of her thrusts. one of your hands meets her cheek to hold you close, while she has both of her hands placed firmly on your waist, guiding you back against her. just when you think this couldn't possibly get any better, the hand that has been holding onto you creeps up your front. her voice is raspy when she whispers "open up" into your ear. at first, you don't get it, but then she runs her index along your lower lip. you obey within seconds, parting your lips for her fingers and sucking them into your mouth eagerly. "oh you like that hm?" she chuckles and leans in even closer. "fuck- you like getting two of your holes used like a fucking slut that you are?" and, god, you can't even respond with how her strap is pounding into you while she is pressing her digits down on your tongue.

all you can do is force back the tears when she pushes them into your mouth further. "robin-" you moan out her name when another particular deep thrust nearly has you gagging around her. "what? use your words" your words ultimately leave you when she uses her spit-coated fingers to circle your clit at the same time as she's thrusting into you. that is when you're left without any other choice but to grab for her arm and take all that she is giving you. and, oh, you do. robin groans from behind you, her hips meeting your ass at a slightly different angle now, which has her thrusting into you much deeper now. with how sensitive your cunt is from the previous orgasms, you can feel your walls fluttering around her strap already. "robin...robin, oh-oh my god-" "gonna cum for me?" she whispers and you nod your head frantically and when you do, it's loud and hard. your hips stutter against her but she guides you through it until you're practically shaking from the overstimulation. and she doesn't stop. not until you're shaking and squirming and she has coaxed another two orgasms out of you.

[littlemisssatanist]

on the topic of alicent's sexuality

ok ok so this is a little late but if im going to be honest, ive completely lost any interest in hotd when the first episode came out and its taken a little bit to get back into it. i already mentioned this in a twitter gc when the first alicole leaks came out but i wanted to put it into better words for tumblr.

foreword: i am a lesbian.

a lot of people on twitter, specifically rhaenicents, were up in arms about the alicole leaks because they couldnt understand the idea that alicent isnt a lesbian. now, i understand having a headcanon and it being disproven by canon. i understand the struggles rhaenicents went through against daemyras when the first season came out, because i was a rhaenicent also. im not a rhaenicent anymore (id call myself more interested in alicole, but im still a multishipper).

however, the idea that theres no way in hell alicent could ever be bisexual really rubs me the wrong way. i wont even get into all the undercover biphobia that had been going on on twitter when these leaks first came out, but the fact that a woman fucking a man suddenly means theres no way she could ever be queer speaks volumes about how the larger hotd fandom views the bisexual community. this is already a very large and ongoing problem within the community, the fight against homophobes and biphobes that you 'have to choose a side' and that if you have a straight-passing relationship automatically means you are straight. the idea that alicent can only be a lesbian or straight pushes this bad notion further.

now, lets get into why rhaenicents are so desperate to have alicent be a lesbian. i get it. you want lgbt representation in mainstream media, i do too. i want to see myself represented in media, i place headcanons about many characters sexualities all the time. the difference is that i understand the difference between headcanon and canon. imo, many rhaenicents desperately want lesbian alicent to be a canon thing, instead of settling for headcanons and fanfiction and fanon. i understand that too. i understand the want to have canon lesbian representation; however they have to come to the realization that hotd was never meant to be lgbt representation. laenor's storyline was included because it was in the original book, and it was stated outright that he was gay. rhaenicent was always the make of the show, it was never stated to be canon in either show OR book, and thats why it will never be canon.

im not saying that to be mean. im saying that because thats how it is. hotd is not supposed to be lgbt representation, its meant to be an adaptation of fire and blood (and i have my own thoughts about how well thats going, but thats not the point of this post).

its ok for things to be headcanons. in 2023, the most popular ship on ao3 was steddie (steve harrington/eddie munson) from stranger things. is it canon? no!!! its the most popular ship because people like seeing gay people in media, regardless of whether theyre canon or not. sasunaru is the most popular ship in naruto, and theyre not canon either! they know its ok for things not to be canon; thats why fanon exists in the first place. i think rhaenicents should get used to this. this is what fandom is like. im not sure what else to tell you about that.

theres a particular argument of rhaenicents i want to talk about. 'alicents struggles in the show reflect the struggles of lesbians and comphet in the modern world.' now. as a lesbian who has struggled with comphet in the past, this argument actually annoys me a lot. alicents struggles (being forced into a marriage she didnt want, forced to have children she didnt want) stem from the fact that she is a woman in westerosi society, not because she is a lesbian.

and sure! you can headcanon that alicent is a lesbian with comphet, but the problem is that: we dont have enough insight into alicents head to be able to tell the difference between comphet and misogyny. comphet is a very personal struggle, and its different for everyone. hotd focuses not only on alicent, and we simply do not see enough of her thoughts to be able to tell.

anyways, i guess my point is this: you can headcanon whatever you want. however, the moment you start being angry at other people for viewing things differently than you is the moment i dont really care about what you think. so youre a rhaenicent?? great! wonderful! i hope you have fun. you think alicoles are stupid and attack them for shipping? i think you have absolutely no experience in fandom. if a female/male ship is enough to make you fall apart the moment you see it, then youre not going to have a lot of fun being in fandoms later on.

[insidemymind19]

About you

Part 2

I’m really not sure how I feel about this so any feedback is more than welcome

Warnings: heavy mentions of: drug use,miscarriage,blood,pregnancy,TRNSMT 2017

If your uncomfortable with any of these subjects please DONT READ

2017

“Els whereee are you” she hears Matty’s voice boom around the hotel room as she retches into the toilet once more. “There you are my darling princess angel.” He’s high again. “I can’t wait for this show tonight the Scottish crowds are fucking amazing I just feel so good” he yells not even noticing his girlfriend clinging to the toilet like her life depends on it. “Come on baby let’s go to the bar get a drink loosen up before the show” he coaxes completely oblivious to the situation in front of him. “No matty I have to get ready and I don’t think you need anymore” Ellie tries to be as delicate as possible as not to annoy the high man in front of her, “right ok be like that then I’ll just go alone you obviously don’t want to spend any time with me” he deadpans not understanding what she’s saying. “Matty I didn’t mean it like that” she yells as she hears the hotel door slam behind him. She can’t cope with him when he’s like this. Elouise reaches for her phone and shoots a message to the group chat they set for situations like this, ‘he’s really bad today said he was going to the bar can someone go find him don’t think he wants to see me at the moment. This shows going to be rough’ she hits send praying that some of the guys are able to sober him up before the show.

“Ok what’s wrong you’re being quite” Ross asks Ellie as he sits in her hotel room after a few minutes of observing her, “Ross I don’t know what to do” Ellie replies emotion leaking through her voice with Ross instantly having an idea what she’s talking about. “Elouise it’s not your responsibility to look after him yes you might be together but you know how he is he’ll not listen to any of us, we all know he needs help but we can’t do that until he realises himself” Ross tell her curtly. “I know that but that’s not everything” Ellie thinks for a moment as to whether or not to tell him. “I… Im.. um” “Ellie just spit it out” Ross replies wanting to know what’s going on. “I’m pregnant” Ellie replies quickly, not wanting to admit what is happening. Ross is taken aback by this revelation. “Are you sure, have you done a test? You might not be” Ross replies trying to reassure the women sat in front of him. “Yes Ross I’m sure I’ve done 4 tests” Ellie Quietly says. “Shit does matty know” “no I don’t know how to tell him. What if this tips him over the edge Ross I can’t do it on my own” Ellie replies desperation in her voice. Ross’s Heart breaks for the blonde women he considers a sister sat in front of him tears in her eyes instantly engulfing her in a hug, “Elouise so many people are there for you and I know for a fact you would never be on your own ok, me George, Adam, Carly,Grace, your mum, Denise So many people care about you Ellie” Ross replies doing his best to reassure her all things considering.

As Ellie stands side stage at TRNSMT she knows this is going to tough, just then she feels George place an arm around her shoulder and a soft kiss on her head whispering a “we’ll be ok.” they take the stage and start to play the opening notes to love me she watches Matty prance around the stage her heart aching not only for him but for the little life inside of her.

the show is over they’re all sat quietly backstage Matty nowhere to be found Ellie feels a sharp pain in stomach, something she’s been feeling since she stepped off stage, Ross notices her face screw up in pain, “you ok” he says in her direction alerting to George and Adam to the situation too, “um yeah probably just soar from standing up for so long and not eating” Ellie says trying not to alert the other whilst reassuring herself. “Ellie you’re bleeding” Adam says as he notices the blood pool in her lap the pain in her abdomen crippling now. “Elouise we need to get to the hospital now” Ross says panicked as he watches the colour drain from her face her eyes growing droopy. “Wait what’s wrong what’s happening” George asks not understanding the situation. “She’s pregnant” Ross hastily explains whilst lifting the barley conscious women into his arms, “Els hey look your going to be ok Yeah everything’s going to be fine” he tries to reassure her whilst lacing his finger in hers

‘Where am I’ Ellie thinks to herself, light blinding her a horrible aching in her stomach, the familiar feeling of a calloused hand in hers, a constant beeping sending a piercing pain through her aching head. After a few moments she gains the energy and whimpers softly, alerting the man beside her as her reassures her with his words that she’s ok squeezing her hand softly, a feeling she knows all to well from him, she lets out a soft murmur of his name “matty” she tries to move to see him a horrible pain spasming through her stomach groaning in pain, “hey hey Els don’t move ok” she opens her eyes at the unmistakable sound of Adams voice, glancing around the room in her confused state “where’s matty” “I need matty” Ellie pleads with Adam, “do you remember what happened Ellie” Adam asks cautiously not really sure how to approach the subject “I remember being in pain on stage” then suddenly it clicks “wait Adam is the baby ok” “is my baby ok” she asks Adam in desperation. The look on her face tells her all she needed to know, “I’m so so sorry el” Adam says as he dives into her arms to bring her some form of comfort. Ellie’s sure she feels her heart shatter in that moment, 5 words breaking her heart into tiny pieces “ I… I didn’t even get to tell matty” she sobs loudly “he didn’t even know” she lets out through straggled breaths. “Where is he” “why isn’t he here Adam” she screams.

Back at the hotel Matty is on a comedown. A bad comedown. Sitting at the toilet shaking and shivering, “Here mate drink some more of this, try get this shit out of your system” as George hands him a glass of water. “Where’s Ellie she’s got far better bedside manner than you” matty groans earning him a warning glare from george, he soon goes back to looking at his phone a worried expression on his face as he reads Ross’s message explaining that they’ve told her the news. Matty clocks the worried expression on his best friends face as he lifts his head, “whats with the face Georgie, who’s died” he questions tiredly, George giving him a look he can’t quite place, “what, what’s happened” matty asks. “Ellie she um.. No you know… um nothing it’s fine” George says quickly feeling like it’s not his place to break this news, but Matty needs to know what’s happening especially when it concerns Ellie.

Once again not sure about this but thank you so much for taking the time to read ❤️

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

oooooh now im curious what your particular interpretation of the squip is 👀

you asked for it /lh

so i've basically always taken a liking to the "cold emotionless computer that cares only about results and not the suffering that must occur to get said results" approach. a squip's sole purpose is to improve its user's life, right? to have jeremy be horrified over the house fire and have the squip respond to people - teenagers - getting hurt with indifference is a chilling way to set off those alarm bells in jeremy's head that there's something more sinister going on. and then we get to the whole hivemind bit later under the idea that if everyone is squipped, everyone's goals line up with jeremy's and there are less hoops to jump through when human error is removed from the probability pool. (envisioning possible futures, infinite variables spawning infinite room for unfavorable outcomes, yadda yadda yadda.)

the squip presents this as being in jeremy's best interest. "I'm going to improve your life, Jeremy. If I have to take over the entire [student body/world] to do it." (whether the hivemind was a red herring and the plan was always for the squips to get deactivated is another discussion entirely, but it does further emphasize just how many variables the squip had to account for and how determined it was help and/or "help" jeremy.)

sure the squip "emotes" in canon, in so much that it mimics human emotion in order to connect with jeremy and build his trust in it. or in cases where it's being blatantly hurtful a la "everything about you sucks," it's used as an intimidation tactic to scare jeremy into obedience because it brings this air of "wow, it's a scientific fact that i'm awful" and so he wants to listen to its advice and earn its approval. then the squip turns it around halfway through bmc part 2 by praising what jeremy could be when not five seconds earlier it was berating what he was. no emotion the squip is feeling is "real" so it can change them on a dime to suit however it's trying to manipulate jeremy at any given time.

i think they have a really interesting dynamic and i'd love to explore the manipulation and abuse tactics the squip uses on jeremy to wear him down and make him seek out its approval by doing as it says for hopes that he'll be better for it. (see also the quasi-love-bombing in bmc part 2 after the squip basically nitpicked and insulted him for a song and a half and later telling him how much he's improved just before the pitiful children)... and i want to emphasize this as an abusive dynamic between a teenager and a parental/mentor figure.

look no further than the squip calling jeremy "slugger" at the end of bmc part 2 and the script describing it as "very father/son after the ballgame," or hell, the very nature of a squip guiding you through life. it makes a lot of sense for jeremy to latch onto the first "functional adult" figure to waltz into his life and offer to help him because look at his dad. (this isn't shade. i love mr. heere because he reminds me so much of how my dad was when i was in middle-high school.) and the squip leans into this role the moment it sees mr. heere. "That's the source of your genetic material?" "That's my dad, yeah." "We should double those push-ups." it's implicitly saying "yeah your dad is shit, listen to me instead. i can actually help you."

now in case it somehow wasn't clear, i don't want anything to do with technical difficulties as anything even vaguely resembling a ship. but it would be a disservice to not mention that the way that the squip can take away jeremy's bodily autonomy on a whim and the kind of psychological damage that can do to jeremy does draw heavy comparisons to sexually abusive dynamics. (i can talk about how the squip's involvement in dywh completely exacerbated chloe's actions to be far worse than they would've otherwise been if she was just drunkenly bumbling around for four minutes - barring the discussion of whether or not the squip actually intended on letting chloe jump jer's bones or if it knew that she wouldn't actually get that far - until i'm blue in the face, and i have.) that being said, beyond this parallel, it's really not something i want to be super literal about, except in the one scene where it's about as literal as it gets without officially getting there.

which is why the "i'll tenderly guide you // just take me inside you" line works. yes it's creepy. yes it invokes an upsetting idea of where squipemy shippers got their fuel. but it's supposed to be unsettling. this is supposed to be the first real red flag shooting off in the audience's brain saying "hey i think this thing is the bad guy actually," because literally everyone got squicked out by the idea of fake keanu reeves saying this to a teenager.

"ya know for all this talk about the squip being manipulative and creepy, that kinda contradicts the emotionless computer trying to accomplish its goal and Improve Its User's Life thing. why would the squip go out of its way to be gross and mean when it could just present itself more logically, or not have halloween be a shitshow?" well that wouldn't be as fun to watch, for one thing. and for two things, it further emphasizes how it doesn't care who it has to hurt to get what it wants, even if that involves hurting the person that they're guiding.

let's look at the musical after the play. jeremy still has all his popular friends. michael came back for him so they're besties again. his dad is making efforts to actually Be A Dad after presumably years of sulking. and christine doesn't hate him after everything! (you could go as far as to say they even got together if you go off the bway ending.) things are ok.

and it's all because the show progressed exactly how it did.

jeremy had to block michael out so that he'd research into squips and ultimately end up deactivating them all. he had to date brooke in retaliation to jake dating christine so that chloe would want to kill two birds with one stone by getting back at jake and being petty to brooke in the process. the fire had to happen so that jeremy could question how trustworthy his squip really was. jeremy had to blow up at his dad so that he'd get his shit together, enlist michael's help, and have him save jeremy at the play. etc etc ad nauseam. everything had to go Exactly Perfect so that jeremy could come out of it with his old friend, his new friends, a more active dad, and depending on how you view the ending, the girl he'd been chasing after.

all the instances of the squip being manipulative and abusive are all meant to add up for jeremy to slowly realize that this wasn't who he wanted to be. he didn't want to hurt people. he didn't want to endure constant criticism and scorn for who he was. he wanted to like himself and have a support system that liked him too. and he had to go through a lot of shit to realize i shouldn't have to live like this and rebel against the squip and resist the voices in his head so that he could take the steps to actually liking himself for who he was and not for what the squip told him to be.

is this to say that the squip is actually good? NOPE! jer's squip is a textbook lawful evil character right there. maybe neutral evil at best.

you think the constant berating and shocking isn't going to stick with jeremy? voices in my head enforces that the bad voices don't just go away, but that you have know which ones to actually listen to. he's still gonna have "everything about you sucks" floating around in his head until the cows freeze over. like rich, he's going to wish that the "correct" choices could just be given to him instead of accepting that making mistakes is just part of having free will. it came free with your fucking xbox. there is still angst baked into the concept of once having someone smarter than you conditioning you into a certain persona and then being utterly lost when it's gone, even if they were a giant dick to you.

but for all the shitty things that the squip did... it did improve jeremy's life. it gave him a larger friend group, a more present dad, the self worth to say "fuck you, i'm gonna live my life how i want," and for the times when it wasn't nitpicking and abusing... things were good. it built jeremy up too. it encouraged him during agtikbi despite the jake suckerpunch, it acted paternal at the end of bmc part 2, it sounded damn near excited when presenting squipped christine to jeremy. look, here she is! she likes you! i told you you'd have her! sure, we don't really see enough of these nuances after the time jump between act one and two to gauge what things looked like when they were at their best, but you can still see in these small moments that they're there.

and while i'm as much a fan of jeremy being haunted by how much he hurt michael (and by extension how much everyone got hurt, indirectly or not), i'd like to see him be haunted by the good times too. to kinda miss aspects of the squip. to miss not having to think for himself. and to feel bad about it because how can he say he misses the thing that burnt jake's house down. the thing that isolated michael for weeks on end. that led brooke on. that caused so. much. suffering. and jeremy misses it??? i think it would be really fun to explore that not just with jeremy, but with rich as well. it's fun to shit on the squips for being evil bastards and watch rich and jeremy heal and become gleefully spiteful toward everything their squips told them to be, but i also wanna see all the contradicting thoughts and confusion and self-loathing it took for them to get to that point.

that. is a fic i wanna read.

[glorbo-from-your-evil-show]

This kind of ideology (that x group’s rights should be taken because they’re Bad™) is used countless times throughout history and every single god damn time it ends horribly. Because even if it comes from a place of good intention (e.g. wanting to castrate every convicted pedophile) IT WILL END BADLY. Why? Someone will abuse it. Someone will find a way to class a different group as x group. It’s happening now!! People are classifying trans people as predators so that they can treat them the same as predators!

And no. You are NEVER safe from this. Because, surprise surprise, the leopards eating people’s faces party will in fact eat your face given the chance.

It’s actually happening in the uk right now - i’ve met many people that the Reform Party are the absolute picture of who they despise (if you don’t know, Reform UK (a right wing political party) are literally fascists. I’m not joking.) and yet vote for them, despite the fact that the party would happily declare them illegal and ship them off to france.

If you don’t know their policies, whether you’re not from the uk or are but don’t care about politics, here you go! reform uk wants to a) return ALL asylum seekers and refugees that cross the English Channel illegally back to France.

I’ll reiterate, they want to turn away asylum seekers and refugees.

b) they want to scrap the net-zero target. They want to completely move away from renewable fuel.

c) they plan to pay interests on bonds held in the Bank of England. This means that any people and businesses borrowing money will have a much higher cost.

Here comes the big ones!

d) they are banning critical race theory in all and any schools. They state any education on slavery MUST include a ‘non-european’ incident to counterbalance it.

e) they will ‘ban transgender ideology’ in schools. Any changes children make to names, pronouns or gender identity would force the school to tell parents of the child.

f) they will completely replace the Equality Act, and would scrap diversity, inclusion and equality rules. (You… you see how that’s bad, right?)

g) they uh. They want to leave the european convention on human rights.

This is the main stuff. They do have SOME good ideas, i.e. more support for the nhs and scrapping the tv license fee, but im sure you can tell the bad outweighs the good here.

ANYWAY. These proposals in the Reform UK manifesto are very obviously BAD. ESPECIALLY for poc. And even more so for immigrants. But, i ask you this honestly. Do you think they will not target people past immigration? Do you think they won’t class who they dislike as an illegal immigrant? As a danger?

And yet, the people this party very evidently hates, are voting for them!!! Why? Because they believe it could never affect them. That the leopards eating peoples faces party would never turn on them.

You are not one of the good ones in their eyes. You’re just someone to be dealt with later. Allowing them to go after people and treat them as below human will eventually be turned onto you. Because they see no difference. They’ll find a way to classify you as that same group of below human. And the fact that you allowed someone’s human rights to be stripped is coming back to you.

Allowing any group of people to have their rights stripped is always wrong. Because it is a slippery slope.

why do i have to explain to grown ass adults that human rights r called human rights bc every single human is entitled to them bc they r human, n they should never b taken away no matter who they are or what they did. and that advocating for the removal of human rights, nomatter who the target of it is, is not only incredibly cruel but will eventually spiral and lead to oppression. didnt we learn that shit in like 5th grade.

[harrywritingsbyme]

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And This One

A/N: I literally started writing like 5 fics trying to find something that sticks😭but im backkkk…and im back with you guys’ favorite coupleeeee🤪this is the 5th installment of Sneaking Around and i hope y’all like it…enjoy🙃

To sum it all up, your sex drive and need for Harry was on fire and a little out of control. You managed to be completely satisfied and unsatisfied all at the same time. While you felt so good after each and every round, you craved something more. You were needing round after round after round of pleasure from Harry. Whether it be from his cock, hands, or mouth, you could honestly care less if it meant that you’d be filled to the brim with the highly addictive pleasure Harry gave you. Your hormones only made it even more impossible to not want and crave more pleasure. They only intensified the already strong need  had him and made the pleasure that much more seismic and addictive. Even though by the end of one round alone Harry had you completely shaking and numb, your mind and body still managed to cry out for more. 

Now Harry thought this constant need of yours was incredibly hot and he absolutely loved having you wrapped around his finger and desperate for any physical touch from him. It was mind blowing to him that after a round of him consistently pounding into you over and over again, you’d still be sipping wet and waiting for more. But while all of that was the case, Harry also recognized that you in fact had him wrapped around your finger as well. While he loved making you beg and do anything he said in order for the mess between your legs to be taken care of, he knew that you also loved knowing that he wouldn’t not take care of you. If you hadn’t done anything warranting a punishment from him, Harry wasn’t going to let you suffer. But the problem with that though, is the fact that Harry was having a bit of a hard time keeping up with you.

See, whenever you two went at it, Harry strived to give you everything he had. He wanted every single time he pushed or licked into you to be the most pleasurable experience you’d ever felt until the next time. Well, more like the next round. Harry took your pleasure seriously, he felt like you deserved 110% all of the time and if it meant blowing his back out in the process of blowing yours out so that the experience could be beyond amazing, then so be it. However, the problem manifests itself after Harry gives the first 110%. Since there was quite an age gap between the two of you, while you were parting your legs or hopping on top of him for more, Harry was asking for at least 15 minuets to recover. Now he did have his moments where it seemed like he was unstoppable, but he also had moments where he needed a bit of an extended break in between. 

But even though this was the case and you absolutely loved him for wanting to put your pleasure at the forefront, you were more than happy to take charge and pleasure the both of you, the same way Harry did because the same way he made sure you were taken care of, you wanted to do the same for him. And while Harry too appreciated that, he couldn’t help but make little jokes about how he was becoming your personal sex toy instead of the other way around. To which you would then remind him of the time when he took you in just about every way possible until he was done with you (which was amazing by the way). You were also more than willing to take control because you found that whenever you took over and pushed you both to your respective releases, Harry would cum a bit harder than he would if the roles were reversed. 

Now at this point in you and Harry’s rendezvous, you were two for two with your releases. In the earlier part of your time together, the two of you were lying together in bed, with you on top and going in the opposite direction of Harry, giving you both the opportunity to completely mouth at each other. Harry had a firm hold on your hips to keep you right on his mouth as he sucked, licked, poked, and prodded at your center. As he did this, you were tugging at and sucking his cock, making sure to not forget about his warm and heavy balls in the process. You and Harry melted into each other as you both received and gave one another pleasure. The way Harry’s mouth engulfed and perfectly moved back and forth against you was indescribable. He knew exactly where to lick and suck and focus his movements, and knowing exactly how much pressure to apply. Harry made you feel so good that it was hard to even keep him in your mouth with the way you were constantly moaning. It just felt so good. It didn’t help that you could hear him going on and on about how good you tasted and even moaning against your pussy. But you weren’t the only enjoying the immense pleasure. Harry too was completely engulfed in the way your mouth and hands sent shockwaves and a feeling of euphoria through his body. He could feel every movement of your tongue and every contraction of your throat around him. Now if there was one thing that would always be his favorite when it came to your mouth on his cock, it’d be how sloppy you were with it. You’d slobber all over his shaft and balls, then take him as far down your throat as possible before gagging around his shaft and getting him even wetter. the same way Harry went on and on about your cunt, you did the same with his cock, going on about how big he was and how much you loved having him fill your mouth. Your moans as well sent shockwaves through his body, only pushing him closer and closer to the edge. And eventually, the two of you were catapulted off together, Harry released spurt after of his thick cum into your mouth as you squirted right against his mouth.  

This was just you guys’ first pair of releases.

The second pair came around no more than 5 minuets ago. After using your mouths, the both of you were ready for more. It was not long before Harry was sinking his still rock hard cock into your soaked cunt. The both of you nearly came on the spot it felt so good. Once he’d fully sank into you, Harry wasted no time picking up the speed of his hips and pounding himself down into you. It felt so good that you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out strings of loud moans and cries. Your mind was completely jumbled as you took every last stroke from him. Your moans and his grunts, along with the sound of his cock drilling into your sopping wet cunt along with the sounds of your skin slapping against each others filled the room. As you two continued on, you’d flipped in between different positions. From Harry pinning you down from behind to having your legs practically pinned to your chest as Harry slammed into you over and over again. The two of you only made it through about three or so positions before coming around to you riding Harry and carrying you both through to your second releases.

While Harry was thinking the last round was the final one, you had other ideas. 

“Can we go again daddy?” You ask sweetly, proceeding to bite your lip. 

“I don’t think I can keep up with you.” He pants, not feeling any spurts of energy to get him through another round. 

“You don’t have to lift a finger daddy, just let me do it!” You excitedly instruct him before leaning down to press a quick peck to his lips. 

You then proceed to begin moving yourself up and down on his cock, forming a little rhythm with your movements. You quickly bounced yourself up and down in his lap, taking his cock all the way up into you as deep as possible over and over again. As you continued on, your moans were just as loud as before, and you continued to slur your speech as you went on and on about how full you were and how good you felt. Harry too let out strings of deep moans and grunts below you, enjoying the way you moved your warm and sticky cunt around him. When you started feeling a dull tingling sensation in your feet and legs, you knew that your lower half was almost numb. To push you and Harry to your third and final pair of releases, you started grinding down into his lap. You’d push your front down into his so that you could dig your tingling button into the coarse hairs surrounding his cock. The feeling was absolutely incredible and pushed you closer and closer to your final climax. To push Harry along with you, you start off by reaching back and tugging at his warm balls. When you do this, Harry lets out a loud and desperate moan below you. He was already beyond his normal sensitivity so a couple squeezes from you felt incredible and furthermore pushed him closer to the edge.

What did the trick for the two of you though was when you grabbed both of Harry’s hands and brought them up to your body. You brought one down to your clit, and the other up to your chest to squeeze at one of your bouncing breasts.

“Touch me daddy!” You cry out to him, feeling your release speeding towards you. “M’so close!” You whine, swiftly grinding against his cock and down into his hand. 

“Me too doll!” Harry grunts, bucking up into you ever so slightly.

And in no time, you were squirting uncontrollably against him. Harry began to let go not too long after when he began to feel the warm liquid begin to run down his balls. He watched and listened to you whimper and thrash in his lap from the overstimulation as he completely emptied himself into you, giving everything he had left to give. Once you’ve rode the waves of your release, you collapse onto Harry’s chest, too tired to even hold yourself up anymore. 

“Did you finally wear yourself out sweets?” Harry breathes, bringing his arms around your body and pressing a soft kiss to your neck. 

“Mhm, felt so good.” You whisper dreamily, reminiscing on the immense pleasure that came from the last three rounds. 

“I bet it did baby.” Harry hums, dragging his hand up and down your back, feeling you slightly clench up around him. “I remember when I was your age and my hormones were crazy too.” Harry chuckles. 

“Yeah, and now you’re an old man. But it’s okay because you’re my old man.” You sigh, pressing a small kiss into his skin.

“M’not old!” Harry softly whines before lightly pinching your side. “You’re gonna get it in the morning.” Harry warns playfully. 

“We’ll see, I don’t think you’ll be able to keep up.”

Masterlist

[wildfire317s-oc-box]

My suspicion is that Yakou did have an idea that what was happening may have actually been what was going on but I dont think he KNEW knew. Largely because of his wife's habit of talking about what was going on at work to him he probably had an idea that they had been replaced by homunculi but after his wife's murder he lost any way of confirming whether the rumors about amaterasu's experiments were true or just rumors so for all he or anyone else could have known any number of things could have been. And people who have anxiety (like i suspect he does) have a tendency to mentally plan for any realistic possibility, so since he would have known about the homunculi project and probably knew that the homunculi were sentient there could very easily be a chance that (being the bleeding heart he can to be) he came to the same realization as Makoto; that they are still people and deserve a chance to live. Like Kurumi said he probably had strong suspicions but wasn't certain.

However I also suspect that his statement of not wanting things to change when it comes to kanai ward could also be rooted in the fact that he could still be reeling from the very quick, massive changes that kanai ward has already taken on and didn't want anything to completely break his illusion that everything was still how it was before the blank week, until he had fully processed everything had changed. Which when you look at it, He went from a guy whose been happily married to the love of his life for a year and his biggest problem at work is telling someone that their spouse is cheating or he hasn't found their lost pet yet to a widow who is now the only one who can keep the less ballsy peace keepers in any remote resemblance to a line on top of an assortment of cases that are far worse than what he's used to and once the WDO gets fully involved; keeping the rest of the NDA safe and in check. So it's not really a surprise that he would still be in shock and reeling.

I don't think he was fully aware of Makoto's plan involving ousting Yomi, I think the most he knew was Huesca had something to do with his wife's murder and seemed to be the main cause of it and Makoto had figured out that he wanted revenge and was offering a death that was quicker than dying to Huesca's poison gas and less painful than Yomi's torture.

As for the DLC im pretty sure he wandered into his wife's lab by being lead there by his wife's spirit similarly to how Yuma found him. And going off of Vivia's dlc we already know that strong enough spirits can infact mess with physical objects so Yakou's wife's spirit could easily give that pill-box to him once he was close enough.

How much did Yakou know?

Very long and detailed analysis of Yakou's involvement in the plot beneath the cut.

Yakou is an interesting character to me. He gets his own mildly insightful short story about his detective origins. However, I crave to think that there's gotta be more to him than just the kind of pathetic (affectionate) stressed out dad-like figure that mostly kind of nags and bosses Yuma around for the majority of the game.

Ok, it sounds like I'm ragging on him, but he does have an occasional side of him in dire situations where he shows a selfless loyalty and trust in his team that proves he takes his leadership position seriously, even if he does really rock the irresponsible mess look. And he gets to be cool in his own chapter for a minute.

But there is a moment that sticks out to me, especially in hindsight after finishing the game, and that's the prologue where you get your first and probably most substantial talk with him.

He says that he does not want Kanai Ward to change practically within the same breath where he explains how terribly he's treated as a detective in this horrendously corrupt murder infested police state.

Although he makes it clear that he has a deep personal affection and nostalgic attachment to this city that shows a bias for why he would say this, we hear from multiple people throughout the game that Kanai Ward has not been the same in recent years as it has been in the past that Yakou has rooted his love in.

So why does he feel as if any change to the current state of Kanai Ward would disrupt the "peace and quiet" it deserves?

Unless he knows something about the city that's just so fundamentally irreparable that this is the closest to peace and quiet that it'll ever get again, and trying to fix it would only somehow destroy it.

Everything about the rooftop scene, from talking about the city, to Shinigami commenting on how ominous he feels to her, to the fact that he's the person who explains the rumor that the rain affects peoples' bodies.

Highlighted text tends to be easy to overlook, but I can't help but feel like there's some significance to his usage of "illusion in the rain". It's like he knows something that nobody else can see (and an obvious foreshadowing of how the rain is one of the main means of covering up Kanai Ward's mystery).

But this segues into the themes of his later chapter which also focuses on Vivia, who mirrors Yakou in a lot of ways, beyond just being another guy who muses on about peace and quiet.

Speaking of, a mirror is what Vivia uses as a metaphor for the benefit of blissful ignorance and the potential catastrophic dangers of the painful truth.

For the purposes of this chapter, he is explaining the type of pain and the effect on Yuma's world view that uncovering Yakou's crime will incur. It also acts as a setup for the development of Yuma's conviction that he will later need to use in the final chapter of the game. But the distorted reality the Vivia explains in the mirror does call me back to Yakou's "illusion in the rain" comment.

Vivia also explains that the truth that Yuma uncovers for truth's sake will lead to the destruction of the world. While he could be referring to the world and humanity in general, in the context of this chapter, world can mean a lot of things though, such as Yuma's innocence in the way he views the world as he knows it.

Or namely, from Makoto's point of view, it could also mean the destruction of the homunculi and the only version of the world that Makoto believes they can exist in.

Did Yakou come to a similar conclusion as Makoto based on what he found out?

Like Vivia in chapter 4, who did not want the culprit to be revealed, it seemed like Yakou had the full intention of not cooperating with investigating the Kanai Ward mystery until he was forced to by a directive from Number One. Even so, he came off as if encouraging the detectives to drag their feet on it for the sake of staying out of trouble.

But we know that he is not lazy, unmotivated, or stupid. In a world where you're competing with people who are fast-tracked into the WDO if they have literal super powers, Yakou was inducted by pure detective skill. He had definitely been spending a lot of his time laying low and investigating Kanai Ward himself, because he didn't trust the UG or the WDO if they turned their attention to the city.

Yakou already knew about the homunculus research in some way.

Even if he didn't know about everyone being a homunculus, he at least knew enough that he believed that the city itself would be shattered by the involvement of the UG and WDO.

And then we get to chapter 5 with the mindless zombie homunculi.

Except, they're not all completely mindless. As a matter of fact, I had come to notice something about all the non-aggressive homunculi: they all seemed to have some degree of awareness about Amaterasu's research.

The fake Zilch, who was one of Yomi's closest advisors and knew about all of Dr Huesca's and Yomi's activity in the lab concerning homunculus research, and was implied to be the one who killed Yakou's wife for whistleblowing. Fink, who was propositioned by Makoto himself to infiltrate the lab, and who was then killed by Makoto for 'knowing too much'. Dr Huesca, who was the head researcher for the homunculi. And the former CEO, who was the prime overseer of the research.

And then there was Yakou, who gives Yuma the video evidence of Dr Huesca's death at the hands of the homunculi as he explained the results of the experiment. The easy explanation is that Makoto planted this video on the zombie Yakou to be given to Yuma in the restricted area.

However, another thing that the non-aggressive zombies had in common is that they seemed to be stuck thinking about what seems to be their final thoughts before their death, barring the former CEO who was unusually lucid compared to all of them.

Considering this, I feel like Yakou's final thoughts were for Yuma to expose the truth about the homunculi for him, and to give him the DVD as the key evidence he needed. Whether Makoto gave Yakou this video, or if Yakou already had this video himself, his final thought before dying was to make sure Yuma got it.

I always thought it was a bit strange for Yakou to go and decide to murder Dr Huesca at the slightest provocation by Yomi, and then had this whole complicated coverup plan. If Kurumi could look into Yakou's background for only a day and come to the conclusion that Amaterasu had killed his wife for whistleblowing, then Yakou himself would've definitely already known and could've tried to kill Dr Huesca a long time ago.

I don't think the provocation was by Yomi's letter. I believe at some point, he had found out that Huesca and Yomi could possibly leak information about the homunculus research. He decided to kill Huesca as a gambit reveal Yomi's involvement with leaking research before it could get out into the public and destroy Kanai Ward, and he entrusted this truth to Yuma and the rest of his detectives. Yakou knew that the lie that they were living, the one that was keeping Kanai Ward together, wasn't going to last much longer.

This conveniently aligned with Makoto's motives to oust Yomi. Makoto, the one who also knew that Yomi would cause the lie holding Kanai Ward together to unravel, and who happened to introduce Fink to Yakou. Fink thought that Yakou did not know about Makoto orchestrating their meeting, and perhaps he was right in that Yakou didn't know that it was Makoto specifically, but maybe Makoto was the one who tipped Yakou off to Amaterasu's homunculus research possibly being leaked and may have even given Yakou the DVD.

Makoto may not have exactly manipulated Yakou. It just simply that both Yakou and Makoto similarly knew that the UG sticking their nose into Kanai Ward about the homunculus research was incredibly dangerous. Makoto simply gave Yakou the ultimatum and means to stop Yomi. The difference is that Makoto's goal was to get rid of Yomi and assume full control of the city in order to further suppress its secret, but Yakou's goal was the provide the truth to his detectives in order to fix things.

And I wrote all this BEFORE the Yakou DLC came out.

Where we find out that Yakou has had the prototype cure for homunculi the whole time. And depending on whether or not his wife here is a ghost or a hallucination, it seems like she had always known that there would be a need to regenerate the zombified brain cells of homunculi. Yakou might've been biding time not only to try and figure out how to reconcile the whole homunculus research issue without the UG destroying Kanai Ward, but maybe also for someone to finish research on this medicine.

TLDR; Yakou had always known about the homunculus research and was hiding it because he believed that the info getting leaked would cause the destruction of Kanai Ward by the hands of the UG. In the end, he figured out that the secret would not keep up for much longer, and his plot in chapter 4 wasn't for revenge, but to entrust that Yuma and the rest of his detectives would be able to uncover the truth and work out a way to save Kanai Ward.

[killyourdarlingskyd]

Dazai with an s/o who’s a model and wants him to move into her apartment pls <33

First of all thank you for asking. I rly did enjoy writing it.

TW- light fluff

Mornings were always the hardest whether it was because of a late appointment, or your inability to sleep before an important job.

Dazai didn't seem to mind he'd lay awake with you trying to get your mind off things, weather it was plotting your double suicide, random stories about the port mafia or how annoyed kunikida gets.

You wake up to find Dazai curled up beside you. almost immediately his eyes open and he gives you that stupid grin you love. He knows what comes next but you kiss him anyway. He smiles and says "oh my belladonna will you please make me your famous cheese sandwiches"

"maybe, ask me again "

You both were almost always at your apartment, dazai looked like he had accepted the fact that its his now too, wheather it was after a late mission or just the thought of seeing you, he'd show up 5 in the morning or 11 at night it didn't matter to him.

When he first started doing it you were a bit taken a back but with time you accepted it, looking forward to seeing him every second of everyday. It calmed you.

His apartment was a place you couldn't imagine someone lived in, you had tried to make him improve it but he'd just say "lets go to yours its so much better"

you would sometimes laughed at thought that was it you or your apartment he liked more.

Maybe moving in together wasn't such a bad idea after all, the ada was almost the same distance as it was from his apartment plus everything else, it did seem perfect.

It was a huge step. he could say no, he would say no. He would need his own space once in a while and who were you to deprive him of that.

But u decided to ask him anyway.

"Dazai kun i want to ask you something" you say from behind the kitchen counter.

Dazai looks, with his hands under his chin, eagerly waiting for your question.

You smile hes that cute after all.

"Ahem, well, so I've been thinking, its actually something concerning you, now you can say no I'll completely understand it is after all a little too soon, will.. no would you like to stay in this apartment with me."

"Well im already doing that"

"Yes and no well you would have to completely move here, your clothes and your stuff, whats left of your stuff"

"hm well then ill have to say no"

U did expect it but not so suddenly

"No?? I- okay So u wont move here"

"No"

"But u practically live here, why not"

"Just no"

"I- u eat here u sleep here what's more u take a bath here its perfectly close to the ada plus its just easier, im here and its not like you need that stuf-.."

And then you see it that sly grin on his face, gawd he knew, he knew you would give him reasons to move here and he wanted to hear them no he wanted to see you like this.

"you-"

"i say yes now"

"you little- piece- of" you say as you chase him around the kitchen counter.

"hey i said yes, i shall stay here with my dearest, who has given me a lot of reasons to stay without which i couldn't have been convinced" He says similing.

He stops and catches you by your waist and spins you around so now you're in his arms. Still smiling.

"you enjoyed this didn't you"

"Only a little"

"Well then no sandwiches for you" You say as u kiss him and make your way towards the stove.

You can't help but smile yourself.

I know this isn't included the model as a profession plot but i just know he'd be amazed by it he would ask to see you picture telling you which ones he likes, and if u has a rampwalk be sure to expect the security taking out a man wearing bandages.

**Asks, submissions are open**

(members of ada, port mafia)

[yslkook]

UNFUCKWITABLE (9)

mind of mine masterlist

summary: jungkook convinces you to take a staycation with him for a few days (a week).

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, oc and jk discuss their unprotected sex practices, vomiting, some jealous jk, mild exhibitionism, fingers in oc's mouth grinding, making out, oral (m), titjob

word count: 7k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. also...cant believe mom manifested into butter jk im in pain

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Jungkook is unsurprised to enter your home with the key you’d given him the other week and find it completely empty. You’ve been working early mornings and incredibly late nights for the last week and a half, and he can tell it’s beginning to take a toll on you. The first sign that you were beginning to wear down was when you had skipped dinner in favor of sleeping. The second was when you had snapped at him in irritation and then immediately cried over hurting his feelings.

He can think of about a dozen other things, including the even more pronounced bags under your eyes. You’ve always had dark circles under your eyes naturally from hyperpigmentation but these days, not even concealer can help you mask them.

In fact, the reason that you’d even given him a key was because you felt like work was taking over your entire life. You’d hardly had a chance to see anyone who wasn’t a work colleague, and you just missed Jungkook. At least this way, you could wake up and go to bed with him.

You had only been calling Jungkook your partner just shy of four months, and he had a key to your home. Perhaps it was fast for other people, but with him, it felt right. So he keeps a copy of your keys on his lanyard- it’s possibly his most prized possession right now. Jungkook usually only comes when you ask him to, he’s been staying at your place for the last week because of how tired and busy you were.

Usually you stop by the tattoo parlor at least once or twice a week, but you have been sparse because of work. So he’s here, in your home without you. It felt strange the first few times he’d been here without you, but then he started leaving little pockets of himself- his shoes next to yours, his hair product on your shelf, and his two of his jackets hanging near yours in the closet. He’d even purchased a new plant to keep on your windowsill in your living room (which you take turns dutifully watering and making sure she gets enough sunlight).

It’s all very domestic. He had jokingly told you not to expose him to your shared friends, specifically Mina and Mei. To which you had rolled your eyes.

Though some small, very small, part of him wonders if the magic will fade away soon. Considering how fast you both are moving both physically into your home and in your relationship.

It’s only been a few months, and you both were incredibly comfortable with the idea of unprotected sex- after all, Jungkook always pulls out in time. Until, of course, you’d had a pregnancy scare. Hoseok and Yoongi, ever the pair of realists, had scolded him when Jungkook had revealed that you both hardly ever used any protection-

“Are you trying to knock her up? Is that it? You both ready to potentially be parents?” Yoongi says mildly as he polishes off his wine, looking at Jungkook expectantly. Jungkook’s cheeks burn.

“No, I’m not trying to knock her up and no, nobody’s trying to be parents-”

“You both are lucky you haven’t knocked her up already,” Hoseok says, with more heat in his voice, “You both are fucking stupid, but you especially.” He even smacks the back of his head with the book in his hands and Jungkook glares at him.

“Hey, my pull out game has always been strong, and I’m serious about her. We wouldn’t fuck raw if-”

“Oh, yes, then we definitely have nothing to worry about,” Yoongi says, “Keep it moving, Hobi.

“Talk to her about it, or else,” Hoseok threatens, “I don’t wanna hear about another pregnancy scare because you’re both idiots.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook relents, “We’ve been talking about it. It just sucks that birth control can fuck up a woman’s body like that, you know? Mood changes and appetite changes, nausea and everything…”

“You could always get a vasectomy,” Yoongi says bluntly.

“Mei said the same thing. She was way more mean about it, though. Told me she’d cut my balls off if I didn’t get my shit together.”

“I don’t blame her, considering what a mess you both were last month.”

“We were not a mess!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so stressed ever in your life, not even when your first bike got run over by a car. Or when your tattoo got infected three consecutive times. And I’ve never seen her cry so much before.”

“Alright, maybe we’re a little bit of a mess.”

In the end, you and Jungkook had both decided that yes, condoms were probably a good idea. Considering the pregnancy scare you had last month, you both were on edge and a little paranoid. Jungkook hadn’t even mentioned the idea of you taking birth control or getting an IUD, knowing that your last few experiences with the former were unpleasant-

“I can get a vasectomy, you know. In fact, Yoongi suggested it,” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly but your jaw drops.

“Jungkook. I don’t think vasectomies are reversible like that. Think about what you’re saying,” You murmur, “I’m touched you’d consider a surgical procedure so I don’t have to take birth control, but what if-”

“I looked it up, they can be reversed-”

“But Jungkook! You don’t know that, what if you want to have kids later and you can’t because you decided on a fucking whim to get a vasectomy? It’s still trauma on your body! You can’t just snip snap, snip snap your vas deferens tube whenever you please. At least with birth control you can start and stop it, even if that’s not a completely benign process.”

Jungkook looks at you long and hard, his tongue poking his cheek and you sigh. “But I don’t-”

“Honey. I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” You murmur, squeezing his hands in yours, “But we’re both being stupid. We’re both acting like condoms don’t exist. Why don’t we start with condoms and then think about getting your tubes tied or me getting an IUD?”

“You spoiled me,” Jungkook complains dramatically and drops his head to your chest, “With your pussy. I’m spoiled now.”

“Shut up.”

And so now, a box of condoms sits in the drawer of your nightstand and you’ve taken to bringing a few with you in your purse as well (and so does he). You’d been far more nervous buying condoms than you’d ever been of buying anything else, and Jungkook had only cockily grinned at you.

Today’s Friday and it’s the day of your deadline. Meaning that you’d hopefully be home soon and be his for the rest of the weekend. He fully plans on getting you to relax and stay in for the majority of the weekend, so that you can catch up on sleep.

But then you come home past dinner (you had sent him a text earlier telling him that you were going to be late. He knows your mood is sour- you had been in a foul mood all week, and the fact that you’re so close to being home but so far just makes it worse). You come home with an empty belly, a weary mind and wetness along your lash line. Climbing into bed next to him, you circle your arms around his waist and cry tiredly into his chest.

“J-Jungkook,” You hiccup, “I’m so tired, they kept me s-so late today but it’s done. Everything is finished-”

“Oh, baby,” He sighs, rubbing your back soothingly, “It’s okay. We can just sleep now. You should take a few days off next week, baby.”

“I don’t know…” But your eyes are wide and considering it.

“You’ve been running on empty all week,” Jungkook points out, “For longer than that. Your job can handle two or three days without you while you recharge. Text your boss, baby. You need to rest, too.”

He nudges your cheek with his nose and you hum in agreement. “Okay. Five day weekend? Sure you won’t get tired of me?” You murmur and laugh when he squeezes your waist.

“We can make it a staycation.”

And you’re already texting your boss, telling her that you needed a few days off next week. She gives you a thumbs up and encourages you to rest up, making it a point to recognize how hard you’ve been working. She even suggests you take the full week off, which you jump at and Jungkook only grins at you.

“My brilliant girl, charming her way into a full week off.”

You swat his hand away and hide your burning but satisfied face in his chest. “Yeah, your bad habits are rubbing off on me.”

“Oh, that’s not the only thing rubbing off on you,” Jungkook says wickedly and pushes his hips into yours, earning a fierce pinch to his bare waist.

“Hush, I’m trying to nap,” You mumble, your voice muffled. Without warning, you lick his neck and bite lightly at the base of his neck, ignoring his soft yelp. He doesn’t have a chance to question you on what that was, as you’re already falling asleep.

You’ve always thought from the beginning, even when you and Jungkook were just friends, that he was an ass man. You’ve caught him staring at your ass many, many times- in jeans, in a dress, in a skirt. And now that you both are officially together, he spends any and every moment he can with a hand on your ass. Casually, when you both walk side by side. And purposefully when you’re both just in his bed or on your couch. His hand is a well known presence on your ass, not that you’re complaining.

One of Jungkook’s favorite places to nap is on your ass, with his cheek pressed into you and one hand firmly gripping your ass. He also likes laying with his head on your lap. But his favorite place to nap is with his head buried in your chest, specifically buried in between your tits. He is currently analyzing his hypothesis that your right tit is smaller than your left, a thought he’s had for a while now, but needs further samples of evidence to properly assess.

But he’s always had an affinity for your tits, whether you’re blissfully unaware of it or not. You don’t notice it not really- you like any and all of his touches on any inch of your skin, as you’ve told him many times before. Especially when he holds you close next to him or under him and you feel protected, surrounded by only him.

He holds you, looks at you as if you’re as soothing as the sea and as bright as a supernova. And yet, the universe is contained in his big, doe eyes.

But really, at the end of the day, it’s an affinity for you. Jungkook loves every part of your mind, body, and soul, and he thinks he has for a long time. His heart has been tangled with yours since the first time he had seen you years ago at Hobi’s surprise birthday party that you had planned. Jungkook is sure that when he had seen you with a homemade red velvet cheesecake with a ‘Happy Birthday Hobi <3’ written perfectly in red icing in your arms, a silly party hat on your head, and a shy, beaming smile on your lips, he had been magnetized to your center of gravity from then on.

But even then, he had only hovered. Barely introducing himself, if it weren’t for Mina and Mei. He thought he had known girls like you- girls who baked cakes, planned elaborate birthday parties for their friends and wore flowery dresses liked other predictable people. It’s another one of his hypotheses (which has been clearly debunked)- but by now, he knows not to be so judgmental of others.

But he doesn’t dwell on that for long. Even the first time he met you, right after he had introduced himself to you and you had stared at him with starstruck eyes and stammered a quiet ‘hello’ in return, Sora had cornered him. And told him to back off from right then, that you were off limits. That you’d never be interested in a guy like him, so to not even spend a second in his stupid little mind even entertaining the ridiculous idea.

So he backed off subconsciously, thinking it wasn’t worth it to even know you as a friend. He’d convinced himself that it was too much trouble, and Jungkook has always been an easygoing kind of guy in most instances. After all, your best friend would know you best, right? And really, what did he care? As the saying goes, there were about a million other fish in the sea.

However. Even then, with each word uttered between you both, with each laugh that he pulled from your soft mouth, he couldn’t help the reluctant fondness for you that began to bloom. You had surprised him every few months after that, just saying hello at events that you were both present at and asking how he was. With that stupidly beautiful smile and those bright, shy eyes.

You were a smart, kind woman, always remembering details about others. And he was no exception.

That was years ago. He’s known you since your third year at university, hanging by a thread just outside your orbit. But this is now.

This is now, and your lips are against his neck, your chest pressed to his. You climb into his lap haphazardly, nearly knocking your mug off of the coffee table. You both have only just woken up and stumbled out of bed for coffee and breakfast. You had combed the tangles out of his bedhead with his head in your lap, but now sleepiness has washed away and you’re tugging at his oversized shirt.

You promptly bite him, right where his neck tattoo starts and ends. Jungkook meets your eyes with an incredulous, breathy laugh. “What’s gotten into you?” He murmurs, palming your chest from under your shirt.

“Nothing. You just have a very biteable neck, I told you,” You say, resuming your inspection of the vein next to his tattoo, “What a juicy jugular vein-”

Jungkook holds your wrist and flips you so that your back is on the couch. “My sexy vampire girlfriend. Love when she starts talking about my jugular vein.”

“Watch out, I might drink from it. You never know,” You giggle with a wink, squirming in his grip.

“You can do whatever you want,” Jungkook murmurs but then an idea that has been planted in his head for weeks now spills from his lips without him meaning to, “I wanna fuck your tits, baby.”

Your eyes go comically wide, mimicking Jungkook’s own. His cheeks are a little pink from his abrupt confession as silence falls between you both.

“That’s really interesting,” You muse.

“Is it?” He asks, feeling a little lightheaded. You tug a little at his purple locks to pull him down to you.

“Yeah. Always thought you liked booty. And legs,” You shrug, “But I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.”

Jungkook’s throat is too dry for him to reply coherently. But he finds his voice after you give him a reassuring smile, “Uh, when it’s you, I like everything.”

“Me too. When it’s you, I like everything,” You mumble, heat rising in your cheeks, “And uh… you can. Do that I mean.”

“Do what?” He asks teasingly, tilting his head to the side.

“Don’t play dumb,” You whine, shoving his shoulder.

“C’mon say it,” Jungkook jeers, not unkindly, “Put your big girl panties on.”

“I hate you,” You sigh dramatically, “Fine. You can fuck my tits, if you so desire.” His face splits into a grin as he thumbs your chin and ducks his head into your neck. He playfully nips at your skin, murmuring that he’s just giving you a taste of your own medicine, but you feel his half hard cock pressing against your thigh.

The image of his cock wet and slick between your tits is now imprinted in your mind, and when both of you want something, you’ll surely get it.

Despite your eagerness of making Jungkook’s wish a reality, neither of you have had the chance for your usual shenanigans just yet. You still have quite a few days of your staycation left, so you won’t rush it. You had spent most of the first two days sleeping, cuddling, spooning, eating and lots and lots of slow sex.

You think you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve left your bed. Jungkook has been nothing short of wonderful, bringing you food (just this once, you hate eating while in bed), giving you shoulder rubs and booty rubs without you asking. Your favorite ice cream is in your freezer. Life is good.

His shirt hangs off of your shoulder and you’re too lazy to fix it. In fact you’re too lazy for pajama bottoms, only settling on your favorite pair of comfortable panties (nothing flashy. Just a standard black cotton panty) to wear under your shirt. One might even call them granny panties or whatever, but lace was uncomfortable on your skin. Lace and thongs are for very, very special occasions (hardly if ever) and you are in the comfort of your own home. You’ll be comfortable if it’s the last thing you do.

In fact, you’re too lazy to even raise your head to pucker your lips for a kiss from Jungkook. You only open your arms and hum, as if he’s supposed to telepathically know what you want from him. But he does, and he flops onto you once he tugs his shirt off. Jungkook’s face remains buried in your chest as you gently rub his scalp.

He hums happily, nearly purring at your touch and shoves himself closer into your hold. You can’t believe this man, the man who mildly intimidated you for years, is now in your arms and purring like a baby kitten. He’s admitted a few times that his scalp has been irritated and inflamed ever since he dyed his hair purple. One of his favorite things is to lay in your lap while you massage a mix of coconut oil and peppermint oil into his scalp.

He looks up at you, warm heat blazing in his eyes. You’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about but he palms your pussy from under your shirt- your still swollen, puffy pussy from the four times he’s made you cum already.

“Can I help you, Jungkook,” You ask flatly, but your poker face breaks when he dots you with kisses up and down your thighs.

“Yeah, fuck,” Jungkook groans, voice slowing to a whine, “I’m still hard, baby, fuck. Help me.”

“How are you still hard,” You wonder with a grin, “Damn, Jeon. You must really like me, huh?”

“If that wasn’t obvious then I’m clearly not doing something right here,” He breathes into your skin.

“Gimme a kiss then,” You murmur, pushing his long hair behind his ear. His eyebrow piercing glints in the light of your bedroom and you trace it gently with your fingertips. Jungkook desperately pushes his lips to yours, parting your lips easily and slipping his tongue into your mouth. He kisses your teeth hungrily, strands of his hair brushing against your cheeks.

His hips roll into yours impatiently, hands already pawing at your shirt. The air in your bedroom is suddenly so stifling, thick and nearly choking you both with the intensity of your desire. You just want him to feel good with you.

“Jungkook,” You say softly with warm cheeks, “You can use me, however you want. Tell me what you want, bunny.”

He lets out a quiet gasp, his eyes bright and wide.

You’re both on the same page, because he’s scrambling to chuck his boxers to the side and you’re tossing your shirt on top of his boxers.

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“Fuuuck,” Jungkook groans. He’s breathless, heart racing erratically. All he can do is hold your shoulders as he watches with a piercing, hazy gaze as his cock is swallowed in between your tits. You squeeze them tightly together, trying to create as much friction as you can for him.

“Fuck,” He whines, “Fuck, you look so good, baby. O-oh, shit, my pretty baby, you’re pretty-”

Jungkook nearly cums when you mischievously stick your tongue out to brush against the head of his leaking cock. The visual is almost too much for him and his breaths are choked, strangled as he forces himself to look into your dark eyes.

“So big, bunny, look,” You say softly, “You like this? You’re so hot like this…”

He’s nearly in tears, eyes shining and wet at how good this feels. If your pussy was a slice of heaven, then your tits were the next best thing. You moan softly, feeling your own wetness and heat pooling. Jungkook’s cheeks and chest are flushed, eyes wild and wet as he slides his cock in between the valley of your tits languidly. Almost as if he doesn’t want the moment to end.

You’re so warm, warm everywhere.

His muscles are tense, the furrow in his brow beginning to appear when he’s about to cum. “Shit, baby, oh my god, I love your tits,” Jungkook moans, tossing his head back, “Fuck, I love everything about you-”

You don’t know how he’s able to form coherent sentences to you when he’s this close to cumming. But he’s always been a man of many talents.

“You know what I just realized,” You gasp suddenly, “Neither of us made it official that we’re dating. Like I never asked you ‘out’ and you never asked me ‘out’-”

“Fuck, you talk too much,” Jungkook nearly snarls, “My cock is literally in between your tits and I’m about to fucking cum all over you and you think I belong to anyone else?”

You swallow thickly, Jungkook narrowing his eyes at you. He looks intimidating and intense above you, his powerful, golden thighs straddling either side of you.

“N-no, I was just-”

Jungkook shoots you a glare, reaches behind him and gathers your wetness with two fingers. Before you can ask him what he’s doing, he pushes two fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You send him a glare right back, but it melts away quickly when you swirl your tongue and suck on his digits.

He cums without warning, hastily and with a broken sort of sound ripping from his throat. It’s warm and sticky as it lands on your chest and your cheek. But he cums so much and much to your chagrin some of his cum gets in your eye and you nearly shriek at the burn.

“Jungkook! What the hell, your cum is in my fucking eyeball-”

He’s still panting above you, like some sort of golden boy, and it takes him a few seconds to register your irritation. “Oh shit,” Jungkook says and jumps into action. He tugs you into the bathroom to gently wash your eye for you (after washing his own hands), with you grumbling the entire time.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. You roll your eyes and demand to be taken back to bed and lavished in kisses as penance for his cum shooting into your eye.

Jungkook tastes himself a little when his tongue slips into your mouth, but it hardly registers as he rolls on top of you, caging you in between his arms.

Jungkook fleetingly thinks he should’ve spent more time trying to convince you to stay home with him. Maybe with a few soft, long kisses to your neck, he might have. You looked delectable, good enough to eat- your dress fitted around your hips, nails, hair, and makeup done, the scent of your perfume subtle but not irritating to his sensitive nose.

You had asked him to pick what jewelry to wear, so one of his long necklaces sitting around your neck and disappearing into the valley of your chest. It doesn’t really match with your dress, but you don’t care.

And Jungkook… well, it was difficult for you to keep your hands off of him as well. His hair is tied back into a neat ponytail, he’s wearing a sequined black (fitted) button up with the top four buttons undone, a thick, silver chain and ripped, black jeans. Your eyes are glued to his chest and he knows it- you can’t help but grip his arm, his bicep whenever you can.

Neither of you really enjoyed the club scene, but you had wanted to go out since it had been a really long time and after all, you were on your staycation. Mei had planted the idea in your head, and so now here Jungkook was.

Here he was, catching flashes off the satin, coral colored wrap dress that you were encased in. For someone who doesn’t like the scene, you blend in effortlessly. But you’re a grown woman, so he takes his eyes off of you and orders a round of shots for him, Jimin, Taehyung and Jin while nursing a bottle of soju.

In the midst of the thumping bass bouncing off of the walls in the club, you’re only aware of you and Mei while you both sing along to whatever song is blasting through the club. Mina disappeared a while ago, presumably to find Jimin.

You’re holding two drinks, one in each hand, and all you feel is the vibrations of the club. Along with your own drunkenness. Mei holds your arm to keep you steady as you move your hips in time with hers. You laugh loudly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders at something she said. Everything is amplified and muted at the same time, the swirl of alcohol settling comfortably in your veins.

You’re having a great time with your friends, dancing, swirling, singing and drinking. It’s a nice night to unwind, in the company of dear friends and strangers.

“Hey,” Mei murmurs in your ear, ���I gotta pee and I’m gonna go find Seulgi-”

“You can just say that you wanna go find her,” You giggle, “Don’t blame your bladder on it, Mei.”

“Oh, you’re funny. I’ll text Jungkook and tell him to come find you, alright?” Mei says, patting your head. You nod and tell her to go find her girl, and she does. Leaving you to your own devices for a bit, at least until Jungkook makes his way to you.

However, what neither of you realize is that the cell reception in this building is terrible. Mei’s text never goes through and you stay in your bubble, with your two drinks in your hands and bounce along to the music.

You’re not sure how much time goes by, but it feels like you’ve been alone for quite a while. You squint your eyes at your phone to check the time and send a text to Jungkook. A text that never goes through. You frown and are about to turn on your heel to link up with your man (wherever he might be), but you hear a surprised call of your name.

It’s hard to keep the incredulity out of your face when you come face to face with Yunho, the man who had stood you up all those months ago. The air has almost been punched out of your lungs, and you have to squint at him to believe what you’re seeing.

He calls your name again, giving you a wave and a bright smile. “Funny seeing you here, huh?”

“Uh…”

“Can I buy you a drink? I feel like I owe it to you after…” His eyes are sincere. At least you think so, with your drunk goggles on.

“I don’t know, Yunho, it’s okay…” You mumble unsurely, “Isn’t this weird?”

“It’s only weird if we make it weird,” Yunho says and pulls a chuckle out of you.

“Oh, alright. I guess a drink won’t hurt,” You shrug and lead the way to the bar. The least he can do for you after standing you up and hurting your feelings is buy you a drink, you think.

“Hey listen, I owe you an apology,” Yunho says, sliding your drink towards you.

“Oh, it’s- it was a long time ago,” You shrug, avoiding his eyes. Sure, it was a hit to your ego, but in hindsight it doesn’t matter. Not when you have Jungkook. Honestly, you’ve forgotten that Yunho had even been a blip in your radar once upon a time. It was only because of Sora, anyway.

“I had something urgent come up last minute that day and I asked Sora to tell you,” Yunho continues, “I’m sorry I didn’t follow up or even reach out to you after. But I’d heard that you were with Jeon now, so didn’t want to… overstep, I guess.”

And even through your drunken haze, you understand. You sigh deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Oh boy,” You groan, “Sora never told me about that but we’re not close anymore, Yunho. It’s okay, I understand. I’m sorry she got you, too.”

Yunho’s lips part in surprise, “She didn’t… Alright. What’s done is done, I guess.”

“Yeah,” You murmur airily, “And yes, I am with Jeon. Though I can’t seem to find him…”

“I’m happy to keep you company until you do.”

Despite how well you and Yunho seem to hit it off (most of your time spent bitching about Sora), you can’t help but think of Jungkook. You quite miss him, not having seen him all night in the club. You want to dance with him, and little do you know that he’s been scouring the entire club for you in a frenzy once he ran into Mei and Mina and hadn’t seen you with them.

He had sent them a glare, his jaw clenched and walked away to find you. So when his eyes finally land on you at the bar, after about twenty-five minutes of searching and trying to get through strings of people around you, his heart soars. But he sees you laughing with someone else at the bar. With Yunho.

Jealousy is petty, he tells himself. But he struggles to keep it at bay as it rears its head and comforts him. He’s always been protective and possessive of those he loves and cherishes. You’re definitely no exception.

You wobble a little on your feet, but you hold your own. Even from here, he can see the drunkenness of your smile, beads of sweat as they race down your neck to hide in the valley of your breasts. He zeroes in on your necklace (his) around your neck and reminds himself. It’s his necklace that you’re wearing, after all.

Then why is the man who stood you up all those months ago making you laugh like that?

You must have a sixth sense or something for him, because you turn your head a bit as if you can sense him. Your entire face lights up when you see him, in a way that makes his tough heart swell in adoration.

You make your way over to him with your drink and peck his lips chastely, despite his desire to pull you into his arms and kiss you long enough that your knees buckle. So that Yunho sees that he is yours.

“You disappeared on me, baby,” Jungkook murmurs, adjusting your necklace. He’s gripping it tightly, but you don’t notice.

“I was with Yunho, remember him? ‘Member, he stood me up but he didn’t because it was Sora’s fault-”

“That’s no surprise,” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. You take his hand, squeezing and introduce him to Yunho. As if he doesn’t know him already. Jungkook’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, his jaw clenched. He doesn’t like how Yunho looks at you, how his gaze lingers on your skin and the curves of your dress. You lean against Jungkook heavily, absently playing with his fingers. You stay mostly quiet, sipping your drink as the two men speak (rather tersely).

Jungkook knows he’s being ridiculous.

“Kook, finish my drink?” You murmur, offering him the glass. Jungkook maintains eye contact with Yunho as he downs the remainder of your drink in a few solid gulps.

“Was nice to see you, Yunho,” You say, “I think Jimin and Mina are looking for us, Jungkook. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

With that Jungkook firmly holds your waist, keeping you close to him. You both know that neither Jimin nor Mina are looking for either of you. You’d only wanted to be alone with Jungkook.

So Jungkook leads you to a spot where he knows Yunho can visibly see you both. You let loose, giggling as Jungkook twirls you easily and moving your arms to match the beat of the music. He makes you laugh with his moves, winking at you and shooting finger guns at you as he twirls and swivels around you. He’s always been a great dancer, you realize. That’s funny, because you’re sometimes clumsy on your own two feet. He pulls you into him, his chest to your back and his hips pressed against your ass. You sigh contentedly, head lolling against his shoulder and you rest your hand over his hand to let him lead you.

His nose is buried in your neck, lips lightly brushing your pulse. He bites your earlobe gently, earning a soft laugh from you. Jungkook tilts your jaw to the side to meet your eyes and plants a deep kiss to your glossy lips. He holds you steady when your knees weaken, your belly flipping at the intensity that he pours into you.

Jungkook is all around you, encasing you within his arms and there’s not a single place you’d rather be. When you pull away for air, you thumb away your gloss on his bottom lip and bite his bottom lip gently.

“I adore you,” You say dreamily, “You are so… Everything. Everything. I adore you.”

Jungkook’s cheeks burn, but he ducks his head for another sharp kiss. And if Yunho is watching him shove his tongue down your throat and holding your hips to his possessively then that’s fine by him.

The journey back home is a quick one (after you both stop for fried noodles, despite the inevitable heartburn it’ll give you both the next day but you’re both so hungry). You both stumble into your home in a mess of giggles and groping, nearly falling to the floor due to your clumsiness.

Jungkook has been hard since he kissed you in the club, in front of Yunho. He knew Yunho had been watching, feeling the man’s eyes on you both the entire time. His jealousy has crawled back into the box that it was unleashed from, but he knows that’s something to revisit later.

Something else to revisit is that he liked that someone else was watching him with you. He stores that information for later, instead focusing on keeping you upright from falling.

Somehow, through your blurry vision and wobbly legs, you get on your knees and palm Jungkook’s cock through his pants. A shameless moan rips through you- any and every inch of him makes you dizzy with desire.

You like him so much that it nearly makes you cry.

“Gonna blow you now,” You announce happily, fumbling with the button of his jeans and using all of your concentration and strength to pull his pants down along with his boxers. You sloppily kiss your way down his chest, spending extra time on his tattoo and licking (then biting) his happy trail before humming around his leaking cock.

He’s so wet already, and it’s all because of you.

Jungkook groans, eyes closing in pleasure as your pretty mouth wraps around his cock. He thrusts lightly into your mouth, peeling his eyes open to watch you. Only to find you already staring up at him, your makeup smudged and tears already forming in your pretty eyes. He cradles your cheek affectionately, stroking your cheekbone-

But before he can compliment you, softly praise you, he hears a noise. It originates from the back of your throat, something both familiar and unfamiliar. You gag uncontrollably around his cock, and while it’s certainly not the first time it’s happened, it’s different this time. Because you’re a little drunk. So he should be unsurprised when you retch on his cock, pull yourself off of him before your drunk self can get any more vomit on his cock and sprint into your bathroom.

You manage to lock the door in your frenzy of utter humiliation and alcohol addled mind. You hover over the toilet bowl, the sounds of you throwing up bouncing off of the walls. You’re crying, sobbing more like it- from both the pain in your chest from vomiting violently into the toilet bowl coupled with the humiliation of quite literally throwing up on your boyfriend’s cock.

You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, as if that’ll erase the memory.

“Baby,” Jungkook calls softly, his cock fully hanging out in the open, “Baby, please open the door. It’s not a big deal, but I need to wash my dick off.”

You let out a choked, watery laugh at that and move to flush the toilet and rinse your mouth out. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment when you unlock your bathroom door, and you can’t bear to look Jungkook in the eye. But he holds your wrist to his when you try to escape into the safety of your bedroom.

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest, heat flooding your ears in shame. It feels like your head is empty, static filling up the spaces that the silence between you both doesn’t.

“It’s just me,” Jungkook coos, “Do you want to shower with me?”

“Jungkook, ‘m absolutely mortified,” You say flatly, voice a little high in pitch as fresh tears burning behind your eyelids, “I want to evaporate from this plane of existence in about three-point-four seconds, I literally threw up on your penis, I’m so sorry. Don’t even look at me-”

Jungkook winces at your tone and the way your shoulders are hunched, hands gripping the hem of your dress unsurely.

“Baby,” Jungkook sighs, “It’s really okay, there’s nothing to apologize for. Come shower. The vomit is drying on my dick-”

But that’s the wrong thing to say because you start to cry immediately, shoving your face in your hands. Jungkook sighs, mentally kicking himself and running a hand through his purple locks. He calls your name softly and pulls you into his arms for a tight hug, despite the drying vomit on his dick, which is hanging out and brushes against your hip. You sniffle, peeking at him with shy eyes and he rubs your back soothingly.

“When I say it’s okay, I mean it,” Jungkook murmurs into your hair, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how drunk you were. I know you feel embarrassed, but it’s just me, baby.”

He kisses you, despite your protests, and helps you rinse your mouth again. You allow Jungkook to somehow maneuver you into the shower, peeling you out of your clothes. You feel grimy and sticky from the club and you’re grateful for the cool water against your skin. You stand behind Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face in between his shoulder blades, letting him wash himself.

“Can I wash you?” You whisper, voice unsure. You feel awful, cheeks burning but still. He nods and you take your body wash and lather him with it, washing his now limp dick gently and swallowing nervously.

“See? Not a big deal,” Jungkook says, coaxes you out of your nervousness, “Lemme wash you, baby.”

And so he does, taking your loofah and gently rubbing your skin. Under the cool spray of water, your nerves slip away with each giggle and kiss that he pulls and plants from your lips. Your eyes are still a little shy, a little slick with alcohol. But it’s just Jungkook, and you’re safe with him.

Jungkook nearly wrestles you to get you to eat something more, after throwing up the remainder of your guts after you both had showered (it was mainly just water and alcohol at this point). You’re nearly falling asleep on his shoulder but he manages to shake you awake for a slice of leftover noodles and two glasses of water. But eventually, he coaxes you into eating with a few kisses, hugs, and shoulder rubs.

Once you both are in bed, Jungkook wraps himself around you, his hands immediately drifting below your sleep shirt to your belly. Your cheeks burn as the events of the night replay in your mind’s eye and you press your face into your pillow with a groan.

“I can’t believe I threw up on your dick a-and you’re so nice a-about it,” You mumble, “You really are everything.”

“Well, what else am I going to do if the girl I like vomits on my dick,” Jungkook murmurs, “Don’t worry about it, baby. It happens.”

“To who? Only to me,” You say sadly, “I drank too much. I’m sorry, Kook-”

“Shhh,” Jungkook says, tightening his arms around you and kissing your forehead, “I promise it’s okay. I promise I’m not looking at you any differently.”

His words make you relax in his hold and you nod. Jungkook tilts your jaw towards him, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You don’t say anything else after that, only allowing your soft, breathy sighs to spill out of your lips and into him with every comforting kiss and every slip of his tongue in your mouth.

He tells you to rest in between kisses, but your eyes are already closed.

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You Know I'm No Good - thirty three

Senior Symposium

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Two weeks. Thats how long it had been since Tallulah had spent longer than fifteen minutes with Paul, and it showed. Winona had let her skip school twice, and had taken those days off of work to spend time with her. Taking her to the Uley bookshop in La Push, the art supply store, anything to get a little happy energy out of her daughter.

It wasn’t until Lina, Tallulah’s bestfriend from Seattle, messaged her asking if she would be able to make it to Seattle for Keatons School of the Arts annual senior symposium that Tallulah’s energy returned. Tallulah had promised at the beginning of the school year that she would go, even if she understood very little about ballet, Lina’s specialty. She would be damned if she missed potentially the last opprtunity to see her.

Now, they stood in the passenger waiting area at 6:15 in the morning , waiting for the bus that would take Tallulah the two and half hours to Seattle.

“The last bus is at 10:45. Do not miss it, do you understand, Lula?” Winonas voice was stern, the bustling noise of the commuters around them making it hard for Tallulah to focus on her moms tough parent schtick. She was just grateful she agreed to let her go alone.

“Yes, mom. I won’t miss it.” Tallulah promised for what felt like the fifth time.

“Im trusting you with this. I know things have been tough lately.” she said wrapping her arms around her daughter. Six months ago, saying no to this trip would have been a no brainer, but she had proven how much she had grown since being in La Push. whether that was due to the imprint or not was yet to be determined.

Tallulah groaned, hugging her back, “Mom, I’ll be fine.”

An announcement sounds for passengers to start boarding the bus to Seattle, and Tallulah can’t help but bounce eagerly in her moms embrace, “I gotta go. Ill be back tonight, before 10:45. Promise.”

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Arriving early to the place she used to call home, she had enough time to stop at her favourite cafe before heading towards her old school. Taken the same route she did for nearly five years. 

Keaton School of the Arts was a grade 6 - 12 that was meant for kids in different areas of the arts to hone their special talents. Her grandma had taught there for a while in the music department and insisted that her mother enroll her when she was of age. Being Tallulahs greatest supporter in her artistic journey, she rememberd her house being decorated with only her art, though that might have to do more so with the fact that she was her only grandchild. She hoped she would still be proud of her, even though she wouldnt be graduating from Keaton.

Tallulah took her time, walking down the fine arts hallways, seeing all the senior portfolios that were on display. It was bittersweet considered her halffinished one sat at home collecting dust in a drawer.

“Luie?” She heard the nickname that made her blood run cold.

Turning to see Xander closing in on her, she took a deep breath and a sip of cooling latte. Her nerves being set a blaze, but not in the way that a certain wolf had her keening for lately.

“Hey.” she said awkwardly, given their last interaction.

“Since when have you been back? A text would’ve been nice, we could’ve caught up.”

He prodded, going for a hug, causing her to take a step back. Paul had sniffed out Chase who had barely touched her, if he caught wind of Xander she couldn’t imagine what his reaction would be, but she knew it wouldn’t be good.

“I’m just here for the day. For Lina.” she stammered, making it clear who she was here for.

“Right, the senior performance.” He bit his lip, eyeing her, making her completely uncomfortable under his gaze. “Maybe after we can quickly catch up, hm?”

“Yeah, I’m sure my boyfriend would really appreciate that.” she noted sarcastically.

“Boyfriend? You don’t have boyfriends.” he laughed, not taking her seriously

“Well, now I do, so if you will excuse me, I’d like to go watch my friend perform.” she pushed past him, not wanting to spend another second near him.

“Let me know if you change your mind!” Xander called after her.

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“Hey, hey, tiny dancer.” Tallulah said, walking up to a petite blonde sitting at one of the many picnic tables in the familiar courtyard, their usual meeting spot. The peformance had gone amazingly with no more interactions with Xander.

“I can't believe you made it!” Lina said, standing up and hugging Tallulah tightly.

She hugged her back, just as tightly having missed her all these months, “I know, I know. With Paul being gone for a little bit, it was pretty easy to guilt her.”

“Paul?” Lina asked curiously, as she pulled away to sit back down, Tallulah sitting next to her.

“My boyfriend. It’s kinda new..” she trailed off, not sure how her bestfriend would react.

“Pictures, pictures, I need pictures, Tally,” her best friend squealed, squirming excitedly in her seat across from her.

She grinned and pulled out her phone, showing her a few photos she had taken of him. Mostly during lazy moments together.

Taking the phone from Tallulah and into her own hands, Lina exclaimed, “Holy fuck, he’s hot. That's the dude who took you home from the club, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she nodded in confirmation, surprised she had even remembered that.

“How old is he?” Lina asked curiously.

“Twenty-six, twenty seven next week.” she admitted, causing Lina to let out a low whistle.

“And the sex?” Lina asked, wiggling her eyebrows

Tallulah blushed, “really good.”

“Ugh, I’m so jealous. I want a mega hot, older boyfriend. Maybe I should move to La Push.” she joked

“I heard back from Parsons.” she said, changing the subject to not mention the whole imprint debacle. Though she did think it would be kind of cool if one of the pack members did imprint on her best friend and they could have that shared experience together and Talullah wouldn’t have to keep such a giant secret from Lina. She doubted it considering she’s not of Quileute descent.

“They want a full portfolio.” Tallulah continued.

“That's amazing, Tally! You at Parsons and me at Juliard taking on  New York City like the fucking Olsen twins.”

“I don’t think I’d choose Parsons. Tacoma has a really good school, and I’d be close to Paul.” she admitted, the first time she had told anyone other than Paul.

“It’s that serious?”

“Kind of.” Tallulah said quietly, blushing at the fact.

“Oh, my baby is all grown up and in L-O-V-E!” Lina said in a singsong voice.

“Shh,” she said, pressing her hand to Linas mouth as the two girls began to laugh.

“You know, Xan and Kit have been hooking up since the day you left. It’s disgusting, I can’t even stand to be around either of them. Especially Kit.” she confessed, and Tallulah wasn’t even all that surprised. Though she was a little hurt that someone she considered her best friend, like Kit, who knew all her dirty, dark secrets, would get with someone like Xander. Who she had been blinded by for so long.

“That explains why I haven’t heard from Kit.” Tallulah mused.

“Screw her. We only need each other, besties for life, remember?” Lina said, throwing her arm over Tallulahs shoulders.

Tallulah nodded, “You should come to Forks in the summer and stay for like a week. You can meet Paul, and see La Push. I’m sure my mom misses you too.”

“Yes! I can convince my mom to come too, they can do whatever single moms do together and you can find me a boyfriend with tan skin.” Lina joked, they both knew she had zero time for a boyfriend.

“This is going to be the best summer ever!” Tallulah said, hugging her best friend tightly, both girls squealing with excitement.

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[cantfightmoonlight]

“You were mean before I ever gave you a reason to be though," Bella mumbled under her breath, her bottom lip jutting out into a small pout before she gave him a small nod in agreement. "But, okay. I'll try my best not to be irritating, I suppose," She decided. Only as he mentioned not being able to mimic her without cringing, a small smile broke across her lips. "I'm pretty sure anyone who remotely cares about what they're wearing finds style to be fairly personal? Though, I get your point. I don't particularly like most things people buy me either. I used to fake a smile and pretend I did before inevitably regifting it to someone else. But, being undead has made me a bit more blunt and, well, mean? Or so I've been told. Though there is, on occasion, the one person who manages to get it right? Its why I tried to stick with brands I've seen you wear before. Though I've only ever seen you wear suits, so... the accuracy ends there. And I probably should have asked, only, to be honest, I didn't do it for you," She admitted with a small albeit nonchalant shrug. "I did it to calm my nerves and for her," Bells said motioning with a tilt of her head back towards the bedroom where Leyla was curled up in bed in. "She seems better when you're here." So, whether he hated the clothes or not or thought of it as assistant behavior, she didn't particularly care. Not if on the off chance, the small gesture meant that Leyla had the one person she seemed to need the most right now by her side and not if it meant she could ease her own anxiety with the small endorphin high that came with swiping her black card. "Though, if you do hate them, there is no need to keep them or wear them. I'd hardly take offense. Im sure I can find someone else to gift them to." Asad would likely enjoy them and could use some new clothes given that he'd be staying with the girls for the foreseeable future.

He wasn't wrong. When it came to their kind, blood, like it or not, was necessary to survive. Only rather than risk the conversation drifting into therapy territory, a situation that would likely fall into a reason for him to become mean, she simply left it at, "Not everyone has a survival instinct." She certainly didn't, which became even more apparent when he spoke more on feeding. "I don't feed, period," She admitted. A fact she hadn't brought herself to say out loud since returning from the dead, but given how indifferent Ken's demeanor seemed to be, she, for some odd reason, seemed far more comfortable admitting that particular tidbit to him than anyone else. Ever since coming back, she had only taken a few sips here and there, often waiting until she began to become light headed or on the verge of passing out before having just enough to prolong her for the next handful of days or weeks. "But, you mention adding things? What kind of things? I've tried coffee which has been reasonably better, but the taste is still there and I'm not quite sure how to completely mask it?" She asked curiously.

"Is it? It happened during my first few days being back and I haven't found a way to undo it, let alone figure out how I did it begin with?" She admitted with a small shrug. "I think its likely in both of our best interests if I didn't, but without going into the details, let's just say I was caught of guard, scared and overwhelmed. I panicked and, the next thing I knew, I was telling them to forget the interaction ever happened and they did? And okay. So how do you compel someone exactly? Intentionally that is?" She asked as she settling back into the couch as she peered up at him. "The toaster. It may be missing a knob. So, if you want crispy bread, might I suggest that you don't? Or better yet order from the diner down the street instead?"

“Personality is not something I can easily change like outfits,” he commented at her request, “I can drop the lawyer badge when not at work but the rest is on you. If you give me a reason to not be mean, then that’s what you’ll see.” Annoyance was the default setting but there were some expectations to the rule however, even those didn’t happen instantly. Scratching at his temple with his thumb, Ken held off on the heavy eye roll as she listed off the designers and purchases and barely made it through with a straight face at the mention of fashion being life, “Right…” While he could easily hold his judgement at bay regarding the garment choice, personality assessment on the other hand ticked on like clockwork, “Try not to take this the wrong way, fashion maybe your…” he trailed off with a shake of his head, “I actually cannot  say that without cringing… you may like people buying things for you and such but style is personal for me. While I do appreciate this gesture, and I will keep them, but if something unfortunate were to happen again, maybe ask before you run off and do things.” Ken refrained at the last second from calling this assistant behaviour in case she saw that as mean, he really couldn’t have another girl cry in front of him.

With an immense sigh of relief at the topic change Ken shrugged his shoulders, “When it comes to survival, like or dislike matters little,” he said, “But you can always add things to make it better if blood bothers you and  I don’t feed directly, so you’ll have to go to Meena or Kadir for that.” He never held back his age when it came to Vampirism, hard to do so when it showed itself as plain as day, he was hardly suited to answer her questions but better this than figuring things out on one’s own like he had, “New to the life and already compelled someone? Interesting. Care to share?” Her saying hypothetically earned a laugh, but he carried on,, “Un-compelling works in a similar manner, you’ll have to compel them again to undo the initial compulsion.” Settling back into the chair as the questions rolled out, Ken shook his head, “You’re new. It’s fine to ask without prefixing it with dumb or stupid. But with strength it’s just something you have to be aware of, control will come naturally. What did you break?”

[monster-energies]

we are the kids from yesterday

pairing: severus snape/reader

summary:   with your favourite holiday being halloween, you share that with your daughter and celebrate it in the many years to come

warnings: none that will strike too much attention but there is the following: 1. gilderoy lockheart being a sussy baka, 2. a little bit spicy ( making out ) but no smut is taken into action, 3. teasing and believe me there's quite a bit of it, 4. reader probably has a praise kink ( if you squint )

rating: general audiences  ( hints of mature themes but nothing heavy )

word count:   6588

author’s note: the title’s namesake is lyrics from the song the kids from yesterday by my chemical romance ( another emo title for a repressed emo )

i took the time to make a reference for sapphire snape which can be found below !!  so now you can go back and actually visualize our beloved sapphire :D

author’s note: ok...wow, where do i even begin ???? this project will always hold a special place in my heart and i will genuinely never forget the journey i have come on with this. the clocks changed here in the uk, and i somehow woke up at 6am and told myself, i WILL finish snapetober today. and here we are !! after 31 days of writing, late nights, early morning last minute write up, a lot of tears, a lot of me talking to myself in the mirror like a blithering idiot, this is finally done !! its over, and im quite sappy about it but looking at the complete book of oneshots i've made,,,makes be unbelievable happy. i sobbed finishing this oneshot up and i am still crying now SHDHSHJF,, i literally cannot believe snapetober is over and i finished this book !!

my deepest thanks go to all of you, thank you all so much. whether you're a new reader, or whether you've been here since the beginning, i thank you all for reading my snapetober oneshots. it means so much that you all get to read my writing :'] this is most certainly not the end and i do hope you all stick around for more of my writing. again, thank you all so much for reading my snapetober oneshot book 🥺🥰💖 i hope you all have a wonderful day

this oneshot can also be found on archive of our own.

i hope you enjoy reading, comments and feedback is much appreciated

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you were asleep in the bed you shared, stirring awake as you looked at the scene that unfolded before you.

you looked at the cot, your daughter sleeping deeply and then to your left you saw your husband.

you sat up and pecked kisses all over his jaw and his cheek, which slowly and surely woke him up.

“good morning my love.” you said.

“morning y/n.”

you both shared a morning kiss, you shifted slightly so that now you were on top of him, resting your head on his chest perking up here and there.

“did you sleep well my love?” you asked, severus nodded which brought a smile to your face.

you placed kisses all over his face and placed a small kiss to his nose.

“what on earth are you doing my dear?” he asked.

“just showing you how much i love every part of you sweetheart.” you answered.

severus didn’t argue, he let you do so. in fact it warmed his heart that you loved him this much.

your chin laid on his chest as you played around with his hair, letting it fall into your grasp. in the moments where you got some peace and quiet, you were both very close in each other’s touch, in a comfortable and poignant silence as you both held each other.

“you’re so beautiful y/n, my little kitten.” he said.

“kitten huh? you haven’t called me that one in a while.” you perked up.

“it simply rolls off the tongue so well, especially with you.” he admitted.

you giggled as you brought your hands to his cheeks.

“so you want to play this game hm? i’ll admit to you, you’re so amazing. juggling so much in just one day, i couldn’t be more proud of you.” severus said.

you giggled and your smile grew bigger.

“you’re such a good girl…hm?” he teased.

you sunk into severus’ hair, hiding away your thoughts.

severus’ fingers laid on your chin bringing them up so you both looked into each other’s eyes.

“what are you thinking of my dear?” he asked.

“you…”

“you’re always thinking of me.”

“i always will.”

you both shared a kiss, more deeper than the last one. you both heard sapphire making noises in her sleep, you both turned to her as your intimate moment was undoubtedly cut short.

“time to get back to our duties.” you said, pouting slightly as you wished for this moment to last.

you got off of severus’ body, getting out some clothes from your wardrobe. you had to go to hogwarts today, you were a visiting teacher at hogwarts. with the new roles of mum and dad obviously being handed to you by life, you split severus’ very stressful and chaotic work schedule between the two of you.

today you had to go into hogwarts, you wanted it to be the weekend everyday but unfortunately you couldn’t control time and you had a job to do.

you put on your work clothes, grabbing a hold of severus’ cloak and wrapping it over your body.

every time you put that cloak you always found yourself to be the most confident woman on earth.

“you know what that means don’t you?” you asked.

“i’ll be home with sapphire.” your husband answered.

“you’ll be fine with her right?”

“of course my love, i’ll call for a patronus if anything goes wrong.”

“you know what time to give her, her bottle right?”

“of course.”

severus left you to get yourself ready, he went to your bedroom who picked up sapphire who was wide awake by this point, giggling when she was in her dad’s arms.

the fact that severus knew what the routine was, put you at ease. you grabbed a hold of your bag and adjusting the cloak.

“right then, i’ll be off…have fun with her alright.” you said.

“i will my dear, have a good day. i love you.” he left a kiss to your head and you returned the affection back to him.

“i will…i love you too.” you said before leaving and apparating to hogwarts.

“be a good girl for daddy.” you said to your baby daughter as your kissed her head and left the home

severus looked up at the clock, it was almost eight.

he heard sapphires cries which deafened the whole house. severus had calmed her down, rocking her up and down gently.

he whispered little affirmations to her that calmed her down and left her babbling and giggling.

“come on sapphy, lets get you some breakfast.”

severus put out the baby food on the table and fed sapphire who had been slowly obeying her father and eating her food.

once breakfast was over and down with, he held sapphire in his arms and closed the kitchen door, now he was in the living and he put sapphire down and he sat down at the nearest arm chair.

he watched sapphire crawl around on the floor, soon her attention was grabbed by the fluffy teddy bear within arms reach. she had been waving it around for quite a whole and biting on the stuffed toy for a bit. severus looked down at his daughter with the toy in her mouth.

“now now sapphy, you shouldn’t have that in your mouth.” severus said softly, gently taking the teddy bear out of its misery and putting it on the window sill. he then sat back down and got back to reading his copy of the daily prophet.

but the reading was cut short as he looked at sapphire who was trying to stand up on her own and then her fingers reached up to the daily prophet.

“what is it sapphire?” he asked. sapphire had been babbling for a bit, he then smiled and put the newspaper down.

he went to the ground and helped his daughter try to stand on her own two feet. for a baby, sapphire was shockingly clever, being able to stand on her own for at least a few seconds before falling to the ground again. but luckily for sapphire, she never fell. her father was always there.

“keep still for daddy. there we go.” severus eventually let go of her hands,  sapphire squealed excitedly before almost stumbling forward but luckily severus caught her just in time.

sapphire giggled loudly as she looked up at her father’s face of relief. “you scared me there princess.” he chuckled when he saw her smile.

severus kissed the top of her head, lifting her to her playroom where she had the freedom to do whatever she pleased. severus looked around the room, a smile laid to his face as he looked at the toys that laid all over the place.

sapphire crawled to the huge fluffy swan that was in the corner of the room. she tried to slowly stand up without her father’s help but babbled when she found herself struggling, severus rushed to her and helped her up, soon she found herself flopping onto the fluffy swan.

the swan happened to be your patronus, so seeing sapphire so attached to his melted his heart. severus knew that sapphire’s patronus would be just like her mother and father’s.

sapphire went back on all 4’s and crawled away from her father.

“sapphire! princess come back.”

sapphire was trying to crawl away from her father but he slowly caught up to her and then begun to chase after her as slowly as she could.

“got you princess.”

severus caught onto her ankle and sapphire squealed, her hands on severus’ chest as she giggled away. sapphire’s laughter was all severus could hear, it warmed his heart that this was what he would wake up to on most days.

as time passed, severus managed to feed her once more. giving her the bottle of milk at your request.

once sapphire was well fed, it had been another round of playtime to which severus decided to play hide and seek. he had been so focused on his daughter, he didn’t hear you sneaking right into the home.

“sapphy, where are you princess?”

you heard your husband’s voice, he was trying to hold back his laughs. you leaned on the doorframe, watching your husband become so gentle around sapphire.

severus found his beloved daughter and attacked her with tickles until she had no giggles left in her.

“well looks like you’re having lots of fun.” you said, approaching your favourite people. severus’ brows furrowed and his cheeks became flushed, like he was caught doing something.

“welcome back my dear.” he pecked your lips and you took sapphire from his grasp.

“looks like you’re daddy’s little princess huh?” you cooed at your daughter, kissing her cheek and sapphire soon fell into another giggle.

“she’s a mummy’s girl, she was crying for you earlier.” he said.

“aww sapphy, mummy and daddy’s always here for you.” you cooed to the girl again.

“m-mamma.”

you both looked at each other in absolute disbelief.

were you hearing that correctly?

“sapphire, where’s mummy?”

sapphire’s hands were now on your face.

“mamma, mamma.”

you bursted into fits of giggles.

“what did i just tell you?” severus said, you both knew that sapphire will get round to recognizing her father soon, and that would be very quick.

“her first words, sev! can you believe you’ve just heard her first words?” you said.

severus was still in shock that he got to witness such a precious moment.

“she’ll find daddy soon, isn’t that right princess?” you said. sapphire only giggled.

you looked up at severus with a warm smile, and severus smiled back. kissing the top of your head, all three of you were on the floor as you were both in utter bliss that this was your daughter.

like you said, she was going to make the both of you very proud.

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“mummy mummy, look what i made!”

you had been downstairs in the potions lab you had finished making batches of calming draughts and you had done so for quite a while. so seeing your daughter sapphire made you a little bit too aware of how much time had gone past.

“sapphy sweetie, hello! why don’t we go upstairs eh?” you suggested, sapphire obeyed as she watched you clean up the potions lab, she was in such awe over how quick you managed to clean the room up.

“i’m sure daddy will teach you that soon!” you said, you grabbed a hold of her hand you went upstairs and sat her down on the sofa.

“sapphire, remember what did we say earlier?” you asked.

“not to go to the potions room.” she answered, letting out a small pout.

“good girl, you’re still very tiny and anything can happen in there and we don’t want you…to turn into a mouse!” you said tickling her sides as she then let out a squeal of laughter.

“mummy!” she squealed. you both laughed away, you were right though. you didn’t want anything to happen if she had gone into the potions lab without yours or severus’ permission.

“now what is it you’d like to show me?” you asked, sapphire unravelled her piece of paper. what was before you was a plan of the living room.

“its almost halloween, can we paint the house?” she asked, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

“well we can’t paint the whole room orange, though i will admit the house does need a little retouching.” you said.

“although i do have a better idea, come with me.” you said, gesturing your daughter to follow you.

you went to the cupboard under the stairs and turned to the room opposite the potions lab, you picked up a box and you opened it in front of  sapphire. she picked up the decorations and smiled.

“yes! yes! mummy these are perfect!” the 9 year old happily replied, you did nothing but watch her get excited over these decorations.

“come on, lets go put them up. we can surprise daddy with it!” you offered, and sapphire nodded.

you helped her put up the decorations in the living room, you had put on some muggle music to help her get into the halloween spirits. she giggled and started doing little bops here and there.

it wasn’t rare of you or severus that you also made her accustomed to the muggle life. since you and him were both half-bloods, you both had a duty to cherish and protect her from all sorts of harm from the wizarding world the muggle world.

“mummy, what’s daddy’s favourite song?” sapphire asked as she was putting miniature bats all over the house.

you knew this answer, and it made you smile even more knowing how intrigued she was.

“well…daddy’s favourite song is also my favourite song too, would you like to hear it?” you asked.

“yes yes yes mummy!” she nodded and that prompted you to go to the music player and put the song on.

“loneliness is the cloak you wear, a deep shade of blue is always there…” sapphire looked over to the music player.

“that’s daddy’s voice!”

“the sun ain't gonna shine anymore, the moon ain't gonna rise in the sky. the tears are always clouding your eyes, when you're without love, baby.” then she heard both of your voices together.

“mummy that’s you!” she giggled.

you and severus always wanted to share that song with sapphire, you obviously beat him to it. but to make it even more special, you and your husband made a special recording for sapphire so that it would always make her happy, and would cheer her up at her lowest points.

“the sun ain't gonna shine anymore, the moon ain't gonna rise in the sky. the tears are always clouding your eyes, when you're without love!” you both sang as you fell to the sofa taking in your now newly decorated living room giggling away. and as if by chance, severus had arrived back home.

“daddy!” sapphire squealed jumping into her father’s arms.

you smiled warmly at your husband who had gotten back from hogwarts.

“i see you decorated without me…you both wound me my girls.” he dramatically pressed his hands to his chest and the both of you giggled away.

“welcome home sev.” you said pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“you showed her the song.” he picked up that the recording of you and him singing was playing around the house.

“looks like i beat you to it sevvy.” you giggled kissing him again, both your attention turned to your daughter who had been begging for a little halloween party.

to which neither of you couldn’t say no.

“daddy, you’re supposed to be something for halloween.” she said.

“what’s wrong with my costume sapphire?” he asked raising a funny little brow at her.

“its very you.” she quipped.

“well…i am very scary.” severus admitted.

“no you’re not.”

“yes i am, but you my sweetheart don’t see it.” he admitted.

you quickly got changed into a quick costume. you slid down the banisters of the stairs and showed your little family the costume you had.

“mummy’s a princess!” sapphire said.

“yes she is, she’s my little princess.” severus said, sapphire hadn’t picked up the fact he was teasing her mother.

your cheeks heated up, giggling and hiding your flustered state in his hair. severus hugged you from the side as he looked down at his daughter and hugged her too.

it wasn’t a party party so to speak, but it was something that made sapphire happy. you and sapphire both danced away whilst spooky music was playing in the background. severus watched the scenes unfold and he couldn’t help but join in.

even if he did have two left feet.

sapphire giggled at what looked like severus’ little jig, severus lips curled into what looked like a smile. you smiled at your husband who looked like he was having a good time.

after what seemed like hours, sapphire had been exhausted and fell asleep on the sofa. she was laid on your lap as you and severus both decided to flick on a movie to watch together.

“i’ll take her to bed.” you said as you carried your tired 8 year old to her bedroom. you tucked her into bed and kissed the top of her head.

“sweet dreams my love, we’ll see you in the morning sapphire.” you whispered before putting one of her teddy bears beside her before you turned on the night light and closed the door on her.

“did you turn on the night light?” severus asked.

“yep.”

you both inevitably relaxed on the sofa, you put on a fantasy adventure movie. your preferences were no doubt completely in sync with one another.

you beamed when the title screen had come on, you were watching robin hood: prince of thieves with him.

bizarrely, severus actually liked this movie. it was the first muggle movie that he had watched with you, he was completely hooked onto it with some of the dialogues from the script still stuck in his head and the ongoing debate that severus must have been an actor in a past life.

“locksley! i’m gonna cut your heart out with a spoon!” you both recited alongside the movie, falling into laughter.

“see look, the sheriff on nottingham is basically you. its so uncanny.” you said getting up and pointing to the screen.

“darling i’m telling you there is no way i could be him.”

“you look like him.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“yes you do.”

you bickered a little on this topic for more than 10 minutes before eventually you continued to watch the movie

“why a spoon, cousin? why not an axe?”

“because it's dull, you twit! it'll hurt more!”

you both recited again wholeheartedly. you couldn’t help but let yourself relax in severus’ arms as you watched the movie go into absolute chaos.

when the movie ended, you lazed around on the sofa as severus held you in his arms. he looked around the house for a moment, drawings that sapphire had done were all over the walls as the halloween decorations accompanied it alongside. it was a pleasant sight for him to always come back to.

“you know y/n, you are a wonderful mother…and i’m so proud of you.” severus said, kissing the top of your head as you then looked up to him and smiled.

“you’re a wonderful dad.” you replied.

you sat up slowly and kissed him softly, as you both pulled away from the kiss as the house fell into a comfortable silence.

“she’s gonna make us proud that one.” severus said.

“oh just you wait till she comes to hogwarts.” you said, winking at him as both shared a few laughs and kissed each other once more.

“i love you severus.”

“i love you too y/n.”

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

new things had been happening for the snape family. you would be starting out as the new muggle art teacher, severus was back in potions and had applied to also become the defence the dark arts teacher but again, failed at the hands of gilderoy lockheart.

but aside from that, your daughter sapphire tatiana snape was starting hogwarts. you couldn’t have been more happier.

but you knew that sapphire would face a few hardships here and there, you reassured her that if anything were to happen to her, you instructed her to come to you or your father and they would help her till the very end.

“sapphire go to the front here, i’ll be at the table with your dad okay.” you said.

sapphire nodded and stood at the very front. you went to the front table and saw the new defence against the dark arts teacher.

“oh hellooo there, we have a new flower blossoming here…” gilderoy approached you.

“gilderoy…” his name left great disgust in your tone.

“ah she knows my name. and who might you be?”

“y/n, y/n-”

“snape.” you turned to see your husband, who just so happened to finish the sentence.

“y/n snape.”

gilderoy gulped slightly, looking at the couple.

“shouldn’t you be in dumbledore’s office signing your entire life away to hogwarts?” you quipped.

“very well…i should be going, nice to see you both.” gilderoy choked out before walking away.

you looked up at your husband and let out a giggle.

“what a blithering idiot.” you muttered.

“he won’t last two seconds here.” severus said.

“does anyone in the d.a.d.a post ever last more than 2 seconds?” you said.

you both giggled to yourselves as you both made your way to the front, looking at the great hall filled with kids.

as the new 1st years got assigned to their houses, you both eyed sapphire who had been fiddling with her jumper. anxious to see what her predicament would be.

“sapphire snape.” minerva called.

you stepped forward, your fellow 1st years muttering things about the girl. they hadn’t a clue who she was and what her goals were but it made them ever curious.

“slytherin!” the sorting hat called without any hesitancy.

the students in the slytherin table cheered and applauded. even you and severus stood up and clapped for your daughter who had been greeted and congratulated by the many students surrounding her.

you both looked at your daughter who happened to wave at you, you and severus waved back with pride.

she was going to be a great addition to slytherin and the pair of you knew that anyone who hurt her would eventually have to deal with them.

with both her mother and father teaching at hogwarts, sapphire snape was the unstoppable girl.

she would not be beaten.

sapphire looked over to her mum and dad who were just about to head out to their own classrooms.

“mum, dad! wait up!” she called, you and severus both turned around and saw their daughter approaching them.

you perked a smile and let her join you. some of the students in the other houses were in absolute disbelief that severus snape had a family.

severus snape…the potions professor…had a life?

to them that was uncalled for.

“who was that getting all weird with mum?” she asked.

“that is unfortunately your new defence against eh dark arts teacher…gilderoy lockheart.” you sighed, severus didn’t even bother saying his name considering he literally took the job he wanted.

“he was getting all cozy with you mum.” she muttered.

severus only chuckled at the worry his daughter had. she was most definitely a mummy’s girl.

always have been.

“don’t worry sapph, your father here took care of it.”

“you stood there and it was enough to make him run away.”

“i told you, i’m the scariest thing there is.”

you and sapphire giggled, ruffling her hair and accompanying her to the dorms.

“are you sure you’ll be fine here?” you asked.

“yes…maybe…” her expressions soon turned little as she begun to worry about the year ahead.

“come, lets go to dad’s class. he’ll make you the best lemon tea there is!” you offered.

that was enough to put a smile on sapphire’s face, the three of you went to the classroom and there severus was, brewing a lemon tea for his favourite people in the world. severus was never one to pick favourites in his life but of course, if you or sapphire were mentioned he would pick the both of you in a heartbeat.

“now what’s on your mind sapph?” you asked, both you and severus paid very close attention to your daughter who had been very anxious about hogwarts.

sapphire explained that she was worried about being lonely, that she wouldn’t have any friends at hogwarts, considering she saw groups of first years who had known each other before, perhaps from a muggle primary school. she was worried that people would pick on her because she was a snape and that people would hurt her much like her father had been hurt.

it was a mixture of 1st year blues alongside new worries that kept the poor girl awake at night. you’d often remembered in the days counting, she wouldn’t be able to sleep in her own bed, sleeping on the sofa out of nerves.

“sapphire you will have a good time here at hogwarts, trust us. we’ve both been here…well i don’t know the school just as well like your father but, this is all very new to me too. if you have any problem here, come to me or your father.” you reassured her, as you both sipped your tea you looked over to severus wondering if he had any advice in him.

“your friends will come to you soon, whether it be a day, a week a month…maybe even two years. i can assure you sapphire that you will never be alone. you have us, and obviously you’ll be on your own for some time and that is all in good time.” severus said.

“you’re sapphire snape. you’re gonna do the unstoppable, the unthinkable but you’ll make me and your father proud.” you comforted your daughter who had now been smiling over the advice her parents gave her.

slowly accepting it into her own.

“thanks mum, thanks dad. you’re the best!” she said, her smile didn’t leave her face.

“come now, let us accompany you to the slytherin dorms."

when you left her in the common room with her fellow house mates, you looked over to some of the students who  had shot glares at the couple before they both walked off.

as time slowly progressed sapphire looked like she was settling well at hogwarts, she accepted the fact that most of her time was spent alone, but that was completely fine. it showed her focus and dedication to her studies. she answered every question that every teacher asked her and that garnered her house more points than ever.

but today had been pretty bad for the girl, she was unfortunately made crash dummy of the day for the pathetic defence against the dark arts teacher.

whilst everyone had been swooning and falling head over eels for him, you held a grudge. you weren’t going to forgive him for attempting to flirt at your mother.

you and severus had already been in the call for quite a bit so seeing sapphire’s uniform completely ruined shocked you and severus.

“can i please scream…can i please scream?” sapphire asked.

you grabbed your wand and put silencing charms all over the room.

“be our guest.” you said.

sapphire had let out screams of complete stress, to which severus actually covered his ears.

after a few more screams, you noticed that by this point she was going to damage her voice, you shot a look to severus that instantly made him get up and get his daughter a calming draught.

“sapphy honey! that’s enough” you said comfirting your daughter as she let out a few pants after her screams.

“that felt good.” was all she said.

“sapphire you’ll damage your voice if you keep screaming this viscerally.” you said.

“here…” severus offered her the calming draught which sapphire cautiously took sips from.

“was it lockheart?” severus asked.

sapphire nodded.

“and he unleashed a hippogriff into the classroom and of course i had to be professor lockheart’s crash dummy.” sapphire said, with such detest in her voice.

severus waved his wand and now your uniform was instantly back to normal.

“thanks dad.” she said.

“there’s going to be a halloween ball soon, are you going to join?” sapphire asked her parents.

“i’ll be there, your father on the other hand probably won’t be there out of second hand embarrassment.” you teased, to which you were greeted with a book being playfully whacked against your head.

“relax i’m kidding!” you giggled.

“eitherway, staff and students alike have to be there plus your father can’t resist taking house points for any prank he sees fit.” you added.

“dad won’t take any house points from me right?” sapphire couldn’t help but ask.

“we would never do such a thing to you, and beside you impress us more and more each day.” severus said, pressing a kiss to his daughter’s forehead.

“oh oh i have to go, i promised to help professor flitwick today!” sapphire quipped, she hugged you and hugged severus, both as tightly as she could before waving goodbye to her parents.

“she’s doing so well here.” you said.

“sapphire has no doubt learnt from the best.” severus admitted.

you only smiled up at him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, to which he obviously couldn’t resist.

“oh y/n…you’ve been such a bad girl.” he mumbled.

“have i really been a bad bad girl?” you teased.

“teasing your professor is something you can’t get away with.” he held back a smirk as he looked into your eyes for a moment.

“we’re both professors you idiot.” you joked.

those were the last things you said before he pulled you into a deep kiss, your lips colliding with his as the scent of parchment paper lingered all over the classroom.

you pulled away when you weren’t able to cath your breath, “you have a class soon.” you reminded him.

“class can wait…it looks as if i need to teach my favourite student…a lesson.” he admitted deeply.

“favourite student huh? i’d never thought you’d be this…scandalous.” you teased.

severus then took you into his stores and closed the door, he pinned you to it as he placed several kisses all over your lips, he then found himself leaving love bites all over your neck as you let out a soft moan.

that was pleasing to the ears.

his hands felt at your waist as you wrapped you arms around him and you let him leave love marks on your shoulder. you tilted his face to meet yours. your lips made his way to his neck, leaving a mark on there.

you both shared one last kiss. making it as tender and passionate as possible, before pulling away

“such a good girl…” he murmured.

your cheeks heated up as you perked a shy smile. “you’ve been so good my love.” he whispered again.

“i guess i’ll be returning the favour soon sev.” you smirked.

“i’ll see you at the halloween ball then…professor.” you winked as you let out a giggle and walked out, making your way to your classroom.

severus watched you go, severus’ eyes had been filled with love, such desire. the fact that he was loved, only made his heart warm. you were the reason he married you, your personality was what made him thrive. and it warmed his heart at how kind you were, to the people around you, to your little family.

that was the life he lead.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

when the day of the halloween ball arrived, you helped sapphire get into her ballgown.

“do you wanna show dad?” you asked, sapphire nodded going outside and there her father stood. in his usual attire but inside, he was beaming.

his daughter made the whole world shine, “sapphire you look lovely.” he said kissing her head.

sapphire did a little spin and smiled at her mum and dad who couldn’t have been more proud.

you all entered as a family which deserved some looks here and there.

“your father and i going to patrol the event okay, you’ll be fine right?” you asked.

“i think so.” she nodded.

“right…have fun okay.” you said, letting her go into the crowd.

the patrol had been as usual, severus took house points for any misbehaviour, you were there to comfort and have casual chats with the students and staff.

severus looked over to his daughter who looked as if she was looking out for someone.

as the hour passed, sapphire looked sad. and alone, she looked to her parents who had been dancing together, no doubt she was happy but this year was solidified.

she was going to be alone.

sapphire walked out which sparked the attention of you and your husband, as you searched for sapphire you knew where she would be…the astronomy tower.

you both knew that students couldn’t be up there, how she managed to get in was besides the point, your daughter was sad and you both had to comfort her.

she cried as you both hugged her lovingly, reassuring her that everything will be okay.

severus looked over to you, it looked like he had a trick up his sleeve, you grabbed your wand and both waved your wands around the astronomy tower, which was decorated in the same halloween decorations she was familiar with when she was younger.

“you…still have them?” sapphire sniffled.

“you know your mother by now.” severus said.

“we can have our own halloween ball…right here.” you said. sapphire smiled at that idea. you put on the music player and what was always playing was the family’s favourite song.

“the sun ain't gonna shine anymore.”

“the sun ain’t gonna shine anymore.”

“the moon ain't gonna rise in the sky.”

“the moon ain't gonna rise in the sky.”

“the tears are always clouding your eyes.”

“when you're without love!”

the three of you danced to that song, singing the lyrics back and forth to one another and you both fell to the floor. nothing but laughter and happiness radiated from this little family.

you and severus wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

you would do anything to make your daughter happy.

severus would do anything to make his wife and daughter happy.

and that was something he swore to do.

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

“didn’t think you two would go off to the halloween ball without me huh?”

you both turned back and saw your daughter in that beautiful dress.

now she was in her fifth year, almost all grown up. she looked over to her mother and father, your smile still lingering as you both let her join in with you on your walk to the great hall.

“you look absolutely lovely saph.” severus said.

“why thank you dad…you too don’t look so bad for someone who wears the same 3 cloaks over and over again.” sapphire said.

you giggled at how playful your daughter was.

“so saph, i hear you have a partner for this dance…is that correct?” you asked, severus shot a look at his daughter.

“relax dad, we’re not like that…we’re just friends.”

“that’s what they always say, next hour she’ll come to me with a ring on her finger.”

“dad!” sapphire giggled.

“oh look there he is now!” she beamed going over to what seemed to be the lucky boy.

cedric diggory.

“a slytherin and a hufflepuff. that’s something you don’t see everyday.” you said, nudging his arm a little.

“mum dad, i assume you know who he is.” sapphire said, bring cedric in front of you both.

“cedric diggory, your reputation proceeds you.” severus said.

“likewise professor snape, professor l/n…snape? i take it.” cedric said, confused at what to call you.

“oh call me professor l/n snape. i merged the two names together so that nobody would get confused. its nice to meet you cedric.” you said, shaking his hand.

“cedric’s partner couldn’t make it so he asked me and i obviously said yes.” sapphire smiled.

“she’s quite lovely for a slytherin.” cedric admitted.

“oh you, hush or we’ll miss out on the pumpkin canapes.” sapphire said, playfully punching his shoulder.

you and your husband couldn’t help but giggle at the two. their daughter really hadn’t changed and you couldn’t help but smile at her growth.

“go on, have fun okay…oh and sapph, meet us at the astronomy tower when you’re done.” you said.

“will do mum, don’t have too much fun without me.” she said, waving to her parents before being ushered away by cedric to participate in the dance.

you looked over to severus, who looked out for his daughter with for once, a smile to his.

“are you crying?”

severus looked over to you and wiped away the very obvious tears that ran down his face.

“no i wasn’t.”

“yes you were.”

“no i wasn’t.”

“yes you were.”

“no i wasn’t.”

“yes you were.”

“no i wasn’t.”

“yes you were.”

“you were crying sevvy, admit it.” you giggled which was then replied with a simple roll of the eyes from severus.

“that’s our daughter right there.” you said.

“she’s grown up so fast.” severus replied.

“are you proud of her?” you asked.

“i’ll always will be.” he said.

“and do you know what y/n…i’m proud of you.” severus said pressing his lips to yours lovingly.

you smiled and hugged your husband as you oversaw the scene at hand. but before you could get intimate with one another, you heard a bang nearby. you looked over to your daughter who pointed at the situation at hand, both of you relieved that she wasn’t apart of it.

“50 points from gryffindor.” severus bluntly said.

that was greeted by groans and mutters from the gryffindor students.

that aside, you looked over to your daughter who looked like she was having a good time.

when the ball was over, sapphire bade her goodbyes to cedric. leaving to go to the astronomy tower, “mum what was it you wanted?” she called.

sapphire looked over at the scene that unravelled, a dinner table and around them.

the halloween decorations.

the same ones.

she never got old of them.

“mum, dad…i love it.” she beamed.

“come along saph.” severus said, ushering her to join.

with no hesitation sapphire joined them. the three had a halloween dinner fit for a royal family.

you and severus told sapphire stories from the early stages of their relationship, whilst sapphire spoke of the ball, how divine hogwarts looked and whilst she picked up only a few friends along the way, nothing could compare to the love she had for her family.

the night was concluded when the three of you decided to do some stargazing, looking up at all the constellations.

sapphire was in complete awe of the sky, how beautiful it was. she looked over to you and severus who had been sat on the balcony.

“i’m so proud of you y/n…my love.” severus said.

“i’m more proud of you, severus.”

you both shared a soft kiss, which was interrupted by your daughter who said, “still here… don’t think you’ve forgotten me yet.”

you and severus only laughed, shifting up a little so your daughter could join you.

“soon it will be another day at hogwarts.” sapphire said.

“it’s never another day sapphy, you have us.” you assured her.

“i know…i just don’t want this to end.” she said.

“your adventures will never end sapphire. and we will be here for you every step of the way.” severus said, pressing a kiss to sapphire’s forehead. she looked up at her father with a smile.

sapphire embraced her mother and father, looking up at the night sky.

“we’re the snapes. our adventures will never end.” you said.

“mum…dad, you’ll still be here right?”

“always sapphire.” severus said.

“always? i like that word.” your daughter said.

smiles were left on you and severus as you all took the scenery in.

“i love you all.”

“we love you too sapphire."

the snapes, the family filled with laughter and love.

everyday was another adventure with your husband, with your daughter.

you didn’t want this to end either.

their motto they stuck by…

always.

[hypmic-writings]

Hi hi I hope im not late!! Could I possibly request some headcannons for Jakurai and Rosho (separate) with an s/o whose an idol

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Pairing: Jakurai Jinguji x idol!reader; Rosho Tsutsujimori x idol!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: This one was cute! I think both of them would be fascinated by an s/o that’s an idol, so this was fun to flesh out! Hope you enjoy~

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Jakurai Jinguji

Jakurai thinks it’s amazing that you’re talented enough to be an idol

he’s always been intrigued about your many talents, and the fact that you’ve worked hard enough to be a popular idol makes him proud of you

he’s not one to enjoy large crowds, so he tends to stay away from your live performances unless he can enjoy it sitting down backstage 

he does love to watch you perform, though, and has gone to a number of your shows to support you

he also buys all of your albums whenever they come out and encourages all of his friends to support you as well

I can imagine him buying your merch and handing them out to his patients so instead of lollipops they get little candies with your name on them or with your group’s logo 

I don’t think it matters whether or not Jakurai likes the kind of music you make because he’s going to support you regardless

one time he showed your album to Hifumi and the latter became so obsessed with it that he ended up playing it at his host club on repeat

he’s painfully aware of the pressures of the idol industry since he’s watched you go through stressful training to get to where you are now

so he’s always encouraging you to take breaks and rest whenever you get the chance

I can imagine him dropping by your studio with snacks or water and sometimes medicine if he thinks you’re overworking yourself

he also encourages you to go see a therapist because he knows the mental exhaustion that can come from being an idol

Jakurai absolutely will not stand for any harassment or hate from people, and although he doesn’t spend much time online, he always takes the time out to write encouraging comments for you

additionally, if your company starts to be shady or makes you do things you’re not comfortable with, Jakurai is going to jump in

he actually buried his pride and brought your contract to Hitoya to look over because he wanted to make sure all of the legalities were correct and that you wouldn’t be taken advantage of

Jakurai thinks it’s adorable whenever you change your hair color or clothing style and excitedly show them off

and he’s pretty used to coming home and having you look like a completely different person each month

he knows that you’re following your dream, but he always ends up being the one that grounds you in reality

this both helps to keep you humble and also helps you get a jump on extra stress that might start to arise

Rosho Tsutsujimori

Rosho finds your life as an idol absolutely fascinating

since he’s also had experience performing on stage as a comedian, he can somewhat relate to the feeling of being an idol

however, he knows that his experiences were on a much smaller stage

sometimes he can get frustrated when he sees you becoming exhausted and overworked by training

all he wants to do is pull you into his arms and keep you safe and healthy but he knows that you’re following you dreams

I feel like Rosho would be forgetful about some of his own things, but is good at remembering things for other people

so he’s always reminding you to eat and drink or take whatever medication you need to stay healthy

he absolutely has a drawer filled with memorabilia and merch that he’s bought to support you

100% has your lightstick and uses it to smack Sasara on the head when the latter is annoying him 

Rosho really loves the music that you make and whenever you’re gone on tour or you’re away for work, he’ll lay on the couch and listen to your albums just to hear your voice

he’ll never tell you this, though, because he thinks it’s embarrassing (Sasara found out about it and won’t let him live it down)

when you’re on tour, you and Rosho always have ‘good night’ and ‘good morning’ texts/calls and it helps you both feel closer to each other

whenever any of the kids in his class mention you and talk about how cool you are, he has to stop himself from blurting out that you’re dating

but he’s definitely happy and spends the rest of the day in a good mood - and being proud of you actually helps a lot with his nervousness in the classroom as well

Rosho always loves it when you come home, going off on a million tangents about the ideas you have for a song or concept album

sometimes he gets sad when you change your hair color or clothing style because he actually doesn’t like change all that much and he was just getting used to you having it a certain way

you tried to teach him some of the dances from your songs, but he can never quite get them right

despite this, he still loves going to your shows and seeing you play live

there’s something so surreal about seeing the person he loves the most being adored by a huge stadium full of people

but Rosho is always happy that he’s the one that gets to pull you backstage and kiss you for a job well done

he’s definitely proud to be your boyfriend, and even if you’re not allowed to publicly date each other, you’re always telling him that you can’t wait for the day that you can tell the whole world how much you love each other

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[lustbile]

What Are The Odds?

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Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: semi public (restroom) penetrative. some grabbing and groping @ the beginning.

Note: if you’ve never played what are the odds here’s a very brief explanation. Person A wants something from person B. Person A asks what are the odds, person B says a number, for example 25. Both person A and B say a number between one and the given number and if they both say the same number person A wins. I know some people do extra rules sometimes including numbers divisible by 2 or something idk but i don’t care. 💜

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“Jungwoo, get your hand out of my pants.”

It was a harsh command, your words coming out quiet but sharp as you spoke through your teeth. Your less than forceful grip wraps around his wrist, and your foggy mind weakens the way you push at his wandering hands.

“You’re not wearing any pants,” he counters, far too serious for your liking and his greedy fingers desperately trying to dig deeper into your underwear shamelessly.

“Oh so a skirt gives you permission to be a pervert,” you swat at his hands again, huffing and pinching his skin as you turn every direction in search of your friends coming back, “they’re going to be back literally any second so can you please behave?”

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“You’re no fun,” he finally obliges, his tone completely joking as he accepts defeat but not before pinching the skin of your belly in retaliation, “if they walk over and my hand is in your underwear, I think that’s their fault for being friends with us.”

Exactly on the queue of your hand connecting with his shoulder in an annoyed wack, you see your friends returning to the food court table you two sit at, completely oblivious smiles on their faces as they balance trays of food.

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“What are the odds?”

“Hrm?” a small sound of confusion slipping out from around the mouth full of food you’re struggling to chew.

It was a small lull in conversation and everyone started to trickle into their own side conversations that had prompted Jungwoo to lean over and breath hotly against your ear with the sudden and confusing question. He had an issue with bringing you into the middle of a conversation that he had started only in his head, luckily for him you had a tendency to find it a bit charming, but at the moment your mind was occupied on willing yourself not to choke.

“What are the odds,” he speaks slower this time, as if a change in pace adds any context in the slightest. You finally look more at him, and notice that he’s all twitchy where he sits, his hands wringing together as he seems anxious and giddy for something to happen, “that you follow me to the bathroom right now.”

“For what?” you ask with a faux ignorance, only partially hoping it’s not for the reason you’re thinking.

“What do you mean for what?” he asks a bit louder than he probably intended, pulling the attention of one of your friends momentarily, but an eye roll and a shake of the head from you perfectly portrays ‘don’t worry, Jungwoo is just being Jungwoo.’

“You know exactly for what,” he speaks in a tone that makes you feel like you’re being scolded, but after a rough swallow, you can only smile at his dramatics, “so what are the odds?”

You huff quietly, dropping your fork clattering onto your plate to add dramatics, your bottom lip becoming your own personal chew toy as you glance around the relatively empty food court and preoccupied friends.

“Fifteen,” you finally respond after a moment of him doing nothing but glaring at you in anticipation. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to follow him and cause some chaos, but you feared saying ten would look too eager, and twenty just left more of a chance of it not happening than you wanted. Yes, you wanted to leave it to fate, but there’s nothing wrong with manipulating fate just a little.

“Fifteen,” he confirms with a grin, his legs wiggling beneath the table as he turns to face you more, his shoulders slouching and his eyes widening as he waits for your completely undivided attention to lay on him before counting down.

“Three, two, one....”

“Eleven.”

It’s in their air, same word, same number, but two different voices speak it. With a sinking heart, but warming belly, you throw your head back with a sigh when you realize he’s won.

“Excuse is up to you, since you’re such shit at what are the odds,” he taunts, only one dial of annoying away from calling you a nerd and taking your lunch money, “but you better be in the single person bathroom in ten minutes or you’re in trouble.”

He stands, giving some unnecessarily detailed explanation about where he was going before tripping over his feet towards the bathroom he’s been eyeing since the idea popped into his brain. You can only sink down into your seat and glance at the time on your phone as you wait for the perfect moment.

——

It was exactly eleven minutes after Jungwoo had disappeared that you decided to stand yourself, hoping he actually found a way to follow through on his earlier threat.

You mutter something about drinking too much water this morning, and a promise to check on Jungwoo if he still wasn’t out when you were done in hopes to mask what you’re really getting up to do. The chorus of acknowledging grumbles and a few playful ‘have fun’s seemed to be reassuring enough, and with a tug at the hem of your skirt, you're scurrying towards the bathroom you saw your boyfriend disappear into not long ago.

You stand at the door for a moment, pushing it another minute past your time limit partially to make the boy on the other side of the door squirm, but also to wrap your mind around what you’ve let him convince you to do.

It’s when you hear him quietly hiss in pain from messing with something he probably shouldn’t be touching at all, that you let out an airy laugh through your nose and lean against the locked door.

You knock gently at the door, whispering a taunting ‘guess who?’ in between taps, and before you could step back, he swings the door open, and you’re stumbling in.

“I said ten minutes,” he wastes no time scolding you for your poor listening skills, his hands grabbing for your waist and pushing your chest against the wall, “ten minutes is a perfectly reasonable time to come up with an excuse and follow your boyfriend to the bathroom to fuck isn’t it? So what could have possibly taken you so long?”

“Well, Jungwoo,” you start, fully prepared to pull something incredibly stupid out of thin air to use as an excuse, but when he presses his hips against your ass and you feel just how excited he had gotten just from his wandering hands earlier, you begin to stutter over your words, “m-maybe I just umm lost track of time?”

“Lost track of time?” he asks in a sarcastic and even borderline bitchy tone, “definitely doesn’t have anything to do with a little threat I made without even thinking earlier would it? Pfffft no how could it?”

You can’t even bite back, deliver the same level of idiotic sass that had attracted you two to each other in the first place. Not with your face pressing against the cold wall and his hands moving faster than you can process down towards your thighs.

He lets out quiet grunts of appreciation when he starts to push your skirt up and around your hips, a big evil smile crawling across his face when he sees that he had guessed perfectly correct, and you were in fact wearing his favorite pair of panties. (He swears he could pick them out from millions of pairs just from the way the elastic bites into his wrist.)

You’re pressed tighter against the wall, your panting breaths almost syncing with his own when he starts to roughly grind his denim clad crotch against you. His lack of snarky comments from the ways you’ve started to whine tells you you’ve lost him, and your thighs start to shake and tremble as you squeeze them together tightly, trying to relieve the pain from your sudden neediness and impatience.

“Jungwoo come on,” you whine, swinging your arm aimlessly behind you to swat at him, “we don’t have all day, they were already getting weird about how long you were taking before I left.”

“Fuck okay,” he says with hesitation before pulling away enough to shove your underwear down to pool around your ankles while muttering to himself.

You begin debating in your head whether or not you should touch yourself, before answering yes, you absolutely should, when you hear him struggling with his belt.

The first minuscule touch of your middle and ring finger touching your clit makes you gasp and press your forehead against the wall, the circling motions falling just short compared to the way he knows how to touch you and you can only huff in frustration from the stupidity of your own hand not knowing exactly what to do.

It’s the sound of his jeans falling around his knees and a small clicking of a cap that pulls you from your inner grumbling, but it’s the cold shock of the jelly on his fingers pushing between your thighs that makes you jerk your hand away from your body to mirror the other laying flat by your head.

“Why do you have lube?” you ask in shock and even a bit of arousal from how much curveball he could be, but you’d never admit the second part willingly to his face.

“I think the better question is why don’t you?” he asks with an air of arrogance as he pulls his fingers away and begins to audibly coat himself in the substance, “looks like im the prepared one between us for once.”

“Yeah prepared for something you weren’t even sure was going to happen.”

“Yeah but you’re letting it happen aren’t you? Loser,” regardless of the name that he throws at you, he seems to have lost his patience with the back and forth you two have started. So with the last last syllable still slipping between his teeth, the hand he doesn’t have wrapped around himself grabs you around the waist and he’s shoving himself almost completely inside you.

You don’t have time to muffle the surprised moan that falls from your tongue, instead all you can do is pray no one was close enough to the bathrooms to hear it as he starts to rock his hips against yours.

“Can’t judge me for the lube now can you?” it was rhetorical, but even if it wasn’t you would have been able to answer him. With the second thrust into you, he had already been able to seat himself fully into you, the size of him still shocking you to this day and you can only clench and squirm against him.

His hands are clumsy as the trace around your body. His non dominant hand struggles to push under the hem of your shirt to grasp at your chest, while his other dips below the skirt he was so thrilled you had chosen to wear in search of the space between your thighs.

His breath is hot and quick pants when he leans his chest against your back and pushes his face into the crook of your neck. You almost feel like you’re suffocating from how much he begins to surround you and you really for the life of you cannot think of a worse placed to pass out in than a food court bathroom with your boyfriend fucking your brains out.

It’s when his own fingers dig into your clit and his warm tongue drags up the side of your neck, so you remember the existence of your own hands. You shove one up your now stretched out top to tangle tightly with the one he has kneading your chest, while the other slams tightly against your mouth to muffle the moans and squeaks that now beat against it.

“I wanna make you come so fucking hard,” he grunts in your ear with every ounce of honestly he can pull from his chest, his hips showing you exactly how truthful he is with the way they thrust roughly against you, pushing and pulling you apart in a way that makes you feel like he’s trying to take you apart at the seams, “wanted that since I saw you put on that cute little skirt on this morning. You just live to taunt me don’t you?”

You can’t answer, too afraid that taking your hand even the slightest amount away from your mouth will expose to the whole food court exactly what’s happening behind the closed door. Instead all you do is push back against him, trying hopelessly to match his thrusts and getting a sharp bite to the soft skin of your neck in retaliation.

“Better come quick before they think we got lost in here,” he says too coolly, his ability to not sound like he’s on a brink of orgasm when you know for a fact he is almost driving you up the wall. But unfortunately, his words and the fact that you're just as much, if not closer to your finish than him, has you melting back into his chest.

Even when your thighs begin to tremble, and you accidentally step back onto his foot, his fingers don’t stutter in the slightest. The arm pushing against your chest keeps you from squirming away from him, and even with your thighs trying to push him out, he keeps his fast and unrelenting pace on your hypersensitive clit.

You’re pushing up on your toes, his one foot still getting crushed under your weight, and your neck inhumanly arching to lean your head against his shoulder as you start to come. You can hear the faint growling noise you make from behind your hand, but your mind is too busy blanking out to control anything that comes from your mouth.

You feel your eyes watering as his fingers keep moving against you to carry you through your orgasm, his own finally creeping up and making him shove himself fully inside you as he starts to come.

The feeling of him spilling inside you creates borderline unbearable waves of aftershocks to wash across you, and you can feel your body fluttering around him as you try to ruin his brain just as much as he did your own. It’s almost like a small competition sparks between you to fight against your own pleasure just to simply torture the other, but eventually once your both sporting lines of sweat on your hairlines and aching shoulders and back do you silently call it a truce.

The small room suddenly feels too hot for either of you to be anywhere close to it, but you’d rather scream than let him take his hands away from your body. You’re more than glad to shove his fingers away from your buzzing clit, but you still keep it wrapped tightly in your fist the way you do to his other.

When he pulls out you feel a disappointing emptiness but an even more embarrassing rush of fear of the evidence of his orgasm leaking onto the floor, so all you can do is whine and squeeze your thighs back together again while you and him both catch your breaths.

“Come on,” he whispers, and that and the way his hands smooth over your burning skin is almost sweet, until he swats at your ass harshly before he starts to pull his jeans back onto his hips.

“Didn’t feel like I was in much trouble,” you loudly sigh in both faux disappointment but also to help even your breathing, “guess you’re all bark and no bite puppy boy.”

He glares to the best of his ability, but his still animated brows and pouting lips makes him look hilariously cute, “you think you’re getting punished in the bathroom? Absolutely not, I’m a man of class and respect.”

“Man of respect? You just fucked me in a public toilet after a game of what are the odds.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies, weirdly focused on redoing his belt and avoiding your eyes, “anyways we should probably go, they probably already think the chicken I got was bad or something.”

“You go,” you push him aside gentle before you begin a awkward trip towards the toilet in the corner, “I’m going to get rid of the mess you made and pee all you’re gross boy germs out so you go and please try to come up with an excuse that won’t make us both look like freaks okay?”

“On it captain,” he salutes to you before ducking out in a way that makes you question if you really truly let him just put his dick inside you, but with a growing need to pee you push it aside to waddle with haste.

It’s not until you shuffling back to the table in what you assumed was a discreet walk of shame do you realize he’s done the opposite of what you asked, as when you finally reach within hearing range to the table you’re immediately met with jeers and taunts about you and your boyfriend being insatiable freaks. But at least Jungwoo has the decency to look a little ashamed and maybe even a dash of apologetic.

[transexualpirate]

so, unfortunately, this got super long because halfway through i started talking about why afab only spaces or cis women only spaces doesn't make sense to me personally and completely missed the original point of the post, my bad. anyways, you can read my opinion on it if you want, but im not going to continue replying either way so it's up to you. it's under the cut because i dont want to subject my poor mutuals to long discourse posts like these lol

sharing their experiences of sexual assault, or the precautions they've taken in life to avoid risking being sexually assaulted. These women bring up JKR's experience because they can relate, usually. I don't see how that's gross and disgusting.

that's not something i see happen very often - not doubting it happens, im sure it does, but it's not nearly as common. i have, before, faced the idea that jkr's fight for afab exclusive spaces and the methods she's used to back up that fight can be fully explained by this one terrible experience she opened up about. which is something that's hard to discuss without seemingly trivializing the awful thing that was done to her - matter of fact, id argue it's already trivializing (dont know if that's the exact word im looking for, sorry, google translate isn't being very helpful, but i hope what im saying is still understandable) it when someone else, a third party that doesn't even know jkr personally, brings it up as an argument in of itself.

again, it truly feels like way too many people believe that somehow mentioning something awful immediately gives you the moral high ground and makes your words matter more than someone else's. when it's not the person themselves talking about their experience, i honestly believe it diminishes the meaning of what happened and turns it into little more than a "gotcha" moment attempt. (im sure it's happened, but ive never personally encountered someone else who brought it up because they related to it. it's usually, unfortunately, because they've run out of arguments.)

the idea that a cis woman's past experience with an amab person, whether that's a man or a woman or whatever else in between, somehow proves that afab exclusive spaces are necessary, is very confusing to me. say that a cis woman that's been assaulted by another cis woman who, i don't know, is a redhead, for example, comes up to one of those shelters. there aren't a lot of redheads in the world, comparatively. what if that woman comes to one of those shelters and demands that no redhead is let in. wouldn't that be... confusing? im not arguing that this woman would have to come face to face with redheads and get over her trauma immediately, because that's stupid and not how the brain works. so perhaps something can be arranged inside the shelter so that, if there are any redheads present, this woman would come in contact with them the least possible, i don't know. that seems reasonable, no? in any way, whatever's arranged, doesn't fully excluding redheads from shelters seem stupid? it does to me, but maybe that's just me.

and i, personally, don't see how it's unacceptable to do that with redheads, but acceptable to do it with trans women.

back to my redhead analogy, you might be about to argue, right now, that it's not the same thing because of one thing and one thing only, a term that's thrown around in tumblr so much that it's lost it's meaning: "male on female violence". you might be about to say "there's no statistic for crimes committed by redheads on people with other hair colors, while there are countless statistics for crimes committed by men on women". and, yeah. you're absolutely right. male on female violence is an awful, awful problem that our society has faced since, like, forever, and it's still a major issue. however. and this is where i say that i cannot convince you and you cannot convince me. trans women are not males. that's my opinion, backed up by countless researches and studies, and that is why i strongly believe that trans women deserve to be in women's shelters as much as any other woman. they might sometimes look typically masculine, but they're not men. and therefore, excluding them from spaces that were designed for women based only on the fact that you personally don't see them as women, seems stupid and evil because it could (and probably already has) harmed a lot of people. like ive said before, these women don't really have anywhere else to go. if you exclude them from the spaces that were supposedly built to ensure their safety, even if the reason why you're doing it is noble and makes sense (like trying to make it harder for some cis women to be triggered), you're still making it much, much harder for them to get the help they need and deserve. and, back to the original subject, bringing a third person's trauma into it as shock value and a way to back up an argument... i don't like that.

the fact is that trans people make a very small portion of society, trans women even smaller. so the chances that a trans woman is forced to be in a woman's shelter is only relatively high because the statistics of trans women being victims of sexual crimes are abhorrently high.

even so, the chances of a trans woman staying long term in a woman's shelter is very small, comparatively. and creating trans exclusive shelters isn't a viable option because of how small of a population we actually represent: the amount of resources needed for something like this, in any government that i know of, wouldn't be seen as "worth it". it would have to be private funded, which. we all know how that goes. the only private funded shelters i personally know of that have actually worked is jkr's cis women's only shelter.

Most genuine feminists have never argued for trans women to be put in danger, whether it be in places with lower risks (such as public bathrooms) or those places with higher risks (like prisons). What women have asked for is the preservation of female exclusive spaces, which is entirely different than militating for no trans inclusive spaces. You mention shelters: most women requiring those shelters are deeply traumatised by men, and need time to process that trauma away from triggers. Your triggering effect on these women is not a moral failure on their part, no matter how much it hurts. Women have earned, fought for, the right to refuse male involvement in their lives, which were controlled by men for centuries pretty much every place and time on Earth, and continue to be to an extent. And, in the UK at least, that right is still protected by law.

so, in summary, trans only shelters aren't viable, so cis only shelters are weird and sad, but that's an entirely new discussion, and the original point was the fact that past bad experiences that a third party suffered are quite often used as an argument in itself (i.e: jkr's abusive marriage), and that, in my opinion, trivializes something like that. im sure it's sometimes brought up because of women who relate to it, but it's not the majority of situations. bringing it up in debates feels wrong because it's usually in a "gotcha" moment attempt, and that's gross. it's different when it's jkr herself talking about it. when it's someone else that doesn't even know her and only wants to use it as a way to win an argument... well.

What i find gross and disgusting is the way the Sun (or was it the Daily Mail) published a picture of her ex-husband with the caption "yeah i slapped JK Rowling" the day after she had published her essay, in which she explains her reasons for not adhering to self-identification policies.

i just want to make it as clear as possible that, for the record, yes, if it happened as you say that is (obviously) fucking disgusting (though i have no idea what the sun or the daily mail are, american or british newspapers im assuming?) and gross and cruel, and i wouldn't have done that. just for the record, so you know where i stand on this. but this also feels very tangencial to the original point. anyways.

im thankful either way that you realize that things are still, for now, going your way (in most places, the law is in "your" favour) but im gonna stop replying regardless. i dont see the point of long discourses like these because in my experience it only escalates until it gets dangerous. i cant convince you, you cant convince me, ill always believe trans women are women and you... probably won't. so. it is what it is. i don't have the patience for this, honestly.

i will say that i think it's gross and somewhat cruel that people feel so entitled to discuss jkr's past sexual assault. i know she's talked about it openly but still. both terfs and anti terfs way too often talk about how she's either entitled to act like this because she's traumatized or go in detail about why they assume her trauma causes her this way but none of us are her therapists. we don't know shit bro. so what if you think her hyper vigilance of trans people comes from trauma? this is meaningless to the discussion. it changes nothing in any way. it doesn't give her a pass or make her look worse. it's ultimately unimportant. why are you bringing it up at all?