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M.I.L.F. (Make It Last Forever) â L.DH
Haechan, a favorite among classy wives to hire during the hot summer season for a nice, thorough pool cleaning, seems to have a favorite wife of his own. You. Or the one where Haechan was the pain-in-your-ass son of the family you used to babysit for, but now heâs making it his mission to be the pain-in-your-ass pretend husband that you never asked for, but very clearly need.Â
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PAIRING â lee haechan x afab milf!reader Â
WORDCOUNTâ 18.9k
CONTENTâ Â age gap: reader is 31Â and haechan is 24, milf trope/single mother reader, college pool boy haechan (turned part time babysitter), reader has 1 kid and haechan really wants to give her another, reader has morals!! haechan just doesnât see it as a moral issue, he is actually very sweetÂ
!WARNINGS! â Â age gap, haechan is somewhat of a manipulator, heâs gentle but wonât take no for an answer. dub-con in one instance. major breeding kink and kind of a mommy and daddy kink (domesticity), angst regarding reader and her ex husband, reader has huge titsÂ
NOTE â this was written for jay from enhypen over on my other blog, but i am gifting it to you guys here as well! I WROTE THEM BOTH!!!! NOT PROOF READ.
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nsfw tagsâ thick big dick haechan, small instant dubious consent, tit obsessed haechan, groping and grinding, mommy/daddy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, cum stuffing-ish,pussy eating, fingering, basically itâs haechan doing stuff to you, this ainât smut this is making love, also reader doesnât shave her coochie and haechan fucking loves it.
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Having a stray eye isnât typically something you afford yourself when it comes to men. Things tend to change with time though, that much you know is true.Â
It was proven to you for the first time when your ex husband decided to up and leave you three weeks before your due date for a womanâwell, girl, fresh out of highschool. Years of trust and promises crushed with just a single sentence and a slam of the door. Time mustâve changed you for him to leave so heartlessly. Time mustâve changed him to become so cold.Â
 It was proven again when you were able to heal despite never believing you could. Seconds of pain turned to minutes, to hours. Days. weeks. Months. Years of pain before being able to wake up and feel somewhat numb to it all. Like a flip switch in your head that told you that you can be happy now even if as a single mother. After all, the hard part was over.Â
It took some four to five years, but it did happen. Time did change you, it healed you, it matured you. As your child grew, so did you. And for the better, you think. You count your blessings of living a life far more lavish than you ever could have anticipated given the circumstances that had been thrown at you. Even to the point of nesting, wanting another child, wanting a big and happy family. But alas, your ex husband had better things to do.Â
At the end of the day, youâd never be able to call this home yours if you had stayed with your ex husband. He didnât like this kind of âflashyâ lifestyle, and to him, everything you wanted seemed too flashy for him. Perhaps he was right to some extent, as you recognize the brand name goods you now own, solely because you had promised yourself in the depths of your despair that youâll get to a point in life where you can buy yourself everything you not only need, but want. So, here you are, owning an expensive home, in a nice neighborhood, with a nice car and a nice pool.Â
Your daughter has everything she could want and need too, aside from a sibling, itâs certainly still more than what you had growing up and itâs all because of you. A fully decorated bedroom drenched in glitter, purples, creams, yellows, and pink, her favorite color. All sorts of play houses, costumes, dolls, a few lego sets, and even some plastic swords and knives for the days she wants to pretend to be her favorite movie characters. Clothes she can grow into, and a nice little fund building up for her as she grows up. Her first car, college, help for a downpayment on her own first house.Â
Both of you have everything you could ever want or need and for that, youâre so proud. Especially knowing your husband would have never believed you could make it this far without him. Still, despite having everything you could ever ask for, thereâs something in you that feels empty.
Time changes things.Â
Time changes a lot of things, you note more than usual, as the man youâve been ogling for the past three weeks makes himself far more known to you than you ever wished he would.
The interaction with him was always so quick before today and given the fact that he was a complete stranger, you never quite invited him into your home consideringâyou know, small child and all. You had hired him over text. Haechan, your neighbor said his name was. His handsome features didnât offer you anything more than a clean pool and a wandering eye.Â
Your neighbor apparently has a friend who has a cousin that has an even nicer pool than you do. Given, itâs only a nicer pool due to the fact that this young man, Haechan, tended to it weekly and made damn sure it could be drunk out of if a person had a craving for chlorine.Â
You feel like an idiot now that it didnât dawn on you quick enough. Sure, he looked a bit familiar to you but who doesnât when youâre always out and about seeing so many different faces on a daily basis? His name, Haechan, didnât ring any bells. Now though, the shame of staring at his sweaty pecs and biceps came crashing down the moment you realized who Haechan actually is.Â
He didnât do a damn thing to remind you either, if anything, all he did was walk around all sweaty in the afternoon heat with his tank top either sticking to him, or off entirely. It appears that you had just been too busy running errands with your child, considering his shifts were always when you were home. Too busy cooking, cleaning, reading, lounging. Too busy looking atâŠwell, not his face.Â
Too busy to give the man a glance more than that of a slice of pie behind a bakery window.Â
Haechan.Â
Since fucking when was that his name?
âLee Donghyuck.â You whimper near mortified, three weeks too late as you hand him his pay with nervous hands. âSpray-cheese in my hair Donghyuck?âÂ
âAh, was wondering when youâd pick up on that.â He smiles at you with that crooked grin, a knowing look that any man at a bar would give you if he had caught you checking him out. Then, he pockets the hefty amount of cash that you hand to him. âI go by Haechan more often these days.â He trails off, an amused smirk half-falling as he looks at your expression of realization. âYou can call me whatever you want though.â
Heâs well aware of how often youâve checked him out since he started intentionally taking his clothes off. After all, itâs mid-july by this point and the sun baring down on him doesnât quite call for a fucking turtle neck sweater. Or a T-shirt, or a tank top, for that matter. It calls for all skin baby, beautifully tanned and toned for you and any of your neighbors to look at if they so wanted to.Â
Haechan doesnât work out for nothing, after all. Summer after summer, heâs found himself to be quite fond of the rich women that hire him for their pool services. Always wanting an attractive young man to wander around half naked and satiate their lack of sex life with their husbands, or boytoys, or what have you. He knows all that extra pay isnât because he does a good job either. Heâs gotten winks, small comments, even a few offers of his body for more pay.
Heâs turned them all down, of course. For a full-on affair, anyway. Haechan has gotten a few blow jobs and quickies as a tip before though, and a lot of that is why he keeps getting referred to more women. Richer women. Never single women.Â
Until you.Â
He quite enjoyed catching you looking at him. Especially given the fact that he knew exactly who you were when you introduced yourself to him via text. That little childhood crush on you came back within an instant upon actually seeing you again. Truly, he had forgotten all about you up until that fateful day three weeks ago.Â
If heâs being honest, heâs been pining something fierce since he first stepped foot on your property. Excitement swelled inside of him just to see you again. To see if youâre still hot, to see how youâre doing, what youâre doing. How your life is going.
 He knew you didnât recognize his nickname through text, and he definitely knew you didnât recognize him to be eating him up with those eyes of yours either. So, he played along, enjoying it while he could before it would inevitably dawn on you. Still, he remembers you so well from back then. Crazy to know that he rarely thought of you for the past twelve years or so, and how all those little butterflies of his came back in a far more mature way. He was only twelve back then, but heâs a man now.Â
Twenty four and perfectly sound as a man who knows what he likes. The fact that you happen to fall into that category is no fault of his own, honestly. Itâs your fault if anyoneâs at all. Haechan is a man that likes a specific type of woman too. Woman. Not a girl, not a young lady, not a free spirit, nor a prude. He is drawn to the idea of experience, to the idea of settling down. Itâs not easy to find that at his age, in college, surrounded by party girls and casual drug use.Â
And, well, imagine his smile upon seeing your lovely, lavish home with the large pool, no ring on your finger, a whole fucking child, and your motherly instincts when you buckle her into the car for an errand. Oh and the broken fence in the far back of your yard.
Youâre a single mom.Â
A hot single mom who lives lavishly. One who could probably use a manâs help around your house.
He half expected you to be able to recognize him when he appeared for work the first time. He even had a monologue in his head on what to say to you, and how to present himself. You didnât seem to take notice though, introducing yourself to him as if you hadnât spent all that time in his childhood home when you were a teenager. Like you never mothered him, or put him to sleep with the soft stories when you let him watch all those scary movies before bed. Even at twelve, he was a scaredy cat.
 Clearly youâre too busy experiencing life to notice the way he fawns over you too. Hating how youâre more reserved than the other lavish, fixed-up women. You seem to have standards, or maybe itâs just priorities ... that's so hot. Truly, it only makes him want you more because by now, the other women would already be rubbing all over him. The ones who shouldnât be wanting him the way they do. So, yes, heâs always stealing glances at you with sparkling dark eyes, fantasizing in his head that this pool is his to clean now, because thatâs what a good man would do for you, right? With him around servicing your pool and lawn, youâd never need to hire or spend money on another broke ass college student again.
Yes. Thatâs how quickly he fell into this infatuation solely because you looked at him like you want it without realizing who he was. Hell, without realizing how perfect you are in terms of what he wants.
God, how are you still single?Â
Like, why do you have a child and a house so beautiful without a man wandering around doing all of this work for you? Not that you couldnât do it on your own, itâs just, you clearly have the means to make a man do as you please. Why havenât you?
You happen to fall almost perfectly into the categories of what heâs looking for. Save for the fact that now you recognize him as that kid you used to babysit rather than the man who tries to be sexy while cleaning your pool. Which is a fucking shame, if heâs being honest, to be written off as that same ten year old child rather than a fucking man who very clearly has needs and desires.Â
The point isâ Haechan wants you and he parades around your pool for you to look at him. So what if you used to babysit him? Itâs not like youâre an old swamp-hag trying to lure him with candy. Youâre justâŠa woman. And heâs just a man.Â
âWell, thank you for cleaning again,â You trail off in an awkward tone, shifting your eyes to anywhere but him. He watches you though, smiling a smile you know all too well from his childhood antics. It must mean something different now, or maybe not. âI guess Iâll see you next week?âÂ
âWell, actually,â Haechan offers, âWould you be opposed toââ You cut him off instantly with an awkward wave of your hand.
You donât know why you make assumptions, maybe from that damned smile on his face, but you do recall your ex husband reminding you time and time again that itâs one of the things he hated about you.Â
Assumptions. Always thinking the worst, or perhaps the most filthy of situations and expressions. To be fair, you feel guilty about how youâve been looking at him, you canât help but panic trying to pretend like it never happened, and that he never saw it happen.
âIâm not interested, Donghyuck.â You respond hastily, pressing your thumb to your bottom lip to bite the skin on it, keeping your eyes away from him with the awkward words. After all, he knew who you were this whole time and paraded around like that?Â
Even before recognizing him yourself, you know men well enough to know when theyâre trying to flaunt. Is it so wrong to assume?
âInterested in what?â Haechan tilts his head knowingly, seeing the way you buckle under the guilt of staring at the very man you used to tuck into bed every night. He can see the way you try to push those sexual thoughts you had away in the quick rejection to a simple assumption.Â
 âI was just going to ask if you want me to fix your fence.âÂ
Ah, you did get ahead of yourself through the guilt, and youâre far too aware of it as you draw your eyes back to him and note the expression on his face. Amused, maybe a bit of concern in his eyes, even?Â
âAh, umââ You start, trailing your eyes down your fence line never once noticing a break in it. Haechan is quick to point though, leaning to you with a whisper of âright there.â And well, you did not need to hear that tone in his voice the way you just did.
God, itâs so awkward.
âWell, how much would that cost me?â You question with an empty voice, staring at the broken fence.Â
âFree.â He uses the same tone, leaning away from you now and smiling wide. âThat is, if you provide lunch.âÂ
Well, despite the awkwardness, that break over there would cost you a pretty penny to fix, and your daughter needs the safety of playing in her own yard without random animals or worse, people, making their way in. Plus, youâre quite fond of saving money. How else would you be here if you werenât good at it? And now, given that youâre most definitely not interested in Haechan, what's the harm in making a few sandwiches for someone you already know well enough? Itâs not like youâve never made him lunch before.
The awkwardness will pass and your guilt will subside. You both will laugh at it over a cold glass of iced lemonade, surely. Itâs not like you realized who he was anyway, itâs not like youâre just gonna keep looking at him like that. You should just push forward and itâll all be fine.Â
âHell, Iâd even watch the kiddo so you can have a break every now and then.â He watches your reaction, wanting to ask so many questions about why youâre single, who the father is, where he is, why he isnât here. âAfter all, I learned quite a bit from you.âÂ
For a second you consider that too.
And thereâs three reasons as to why you should. The first being that you were literally just looking for a new child care facility due to learning of the staff coming to work while sick. Your poor daughter came home with a fever just last week, and youâve had little luck in finding a place with the same educational benefits for her.Â
The second being that, well, while youâre not hurting for cash or anything, it wouldnât hurt to be able to put a little more back for her college fund. Or for fun little vacations.Â
And lastly, despite your guilt of lusting over someone you shouldnât have, you know Donghyuck and you know his family even better. No background check would be needed, your daughter could be in the comfort of her own home rather than a classroom setting that sheâs sure to see for at least twenty years of her life in the future.Â
So, yes. You consider it instantly, and Haechan sees it.Â
You only know of the childhood version of him and, well, the slutty pool-side version of him apparently. If only you knew of that other side of him and how fond he is of watching his own younger cousins. How good he is with children, and how much he clings to the idea of being a father one day.
Haechan is great with kids, with or without them having a hot mom.
And well, he knows that heâs fond of looking at you at least. Besides, as long as you can work with his class schedules, heâd be willing to do just about anything to play pretend-husband, even if youâre unaware of it.Â
âIs that so?â You finally ask, curious eyes looking at him with a furrowed brow. âShouldnât you be out living the life? College parties and such?â You add, wondering why such a great deal has managed to flop down on your lap. The idea of even cheaper childcare without the risk of unvaccinated children, and sick caretakers being far too good of a deal to pass up.Â
âWell, yeah I guess.â He shrugs, leaning backwards to stretch and roll his shoulders. âNot really my scene though. I have classes Monday and Wednesday all day, Tuesday and Thursdays my classes are online. If you can work around that, Iâd rather just be making money and chilling.âÂ
You think about it just for a second more when he continues.Â
âI can be here on weekends too. Maybe you should be the one out relaxing and having some drinks.âÂ
âWell, I donât quite need that, or for you to be here on weekends.â You think as you say it, knowing you have given up on going out to try and meet men two years ago. âI could pay you though, letâs say, thirty an hour?âÂ
Well, shit, thatâs not too bad at all, especially considering heâs about to give up on cleaning the pools of a few women in his contacts for this. Itâs a major pay cut, but still enough to get by comfortably if youâll have him multiple times a week. That plus the pool cleaning money? And free lunch?Â
âOh, you donât go out at all? I donât see why not, could probably get a man in no timeââ Haechan ignores the wage offer and pushes to note the singlehood he had been noticing for the past three weeks. âand the pay is fine.âÂ
âAh, well, the dating pool isnât so great in this neck of the woods.â You scratch the back of your neck when you say it. âThat aside, I'll have her in day care on the days you canât be here, but it really would be a big help. Thank you for the offer, Donghyuck. And for the fence too.âÂ
He watches you with a firm nod, shoving his hands into the pockets of his basketball shorts, still entirely shirtless in front of you.Â
âAnd the pool.â You add quietly after a moment.Â
âI think youâd be surprised about the dating pool.â He smiles as he pushes the subject back to what you had previously said, hoping you believe those words before continuing. âSo, when do you want me to start?âÂ
âIs tomorrow too soon? Youâre okay to set up here with your online classes?â
âTomorrow is perfect.â He smiles.
âIâm sure she would be so happy knowing she wonât be going to daycareââ You clap, feeling a bit less awkward despite the boldness of the man in front of you. Youâre sure heâs just teasing you for knowing you checked him out. âI know I am.âÂ
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Itâs a little too perfect, actually.
After that first day of watching your child and making a lazy attempt at âfixing your fence,â heâs settled in like itâs home. He wishes it was, with the lavish lifestyle in a house far too pretty compared to his own living space with piles upon piles of laundry heâs too lazy to pick up for himself.Â
Itâs different for you though. Different when heâs here.
Truly, he feels like heâs living the life after a couple of weeks with decent pay and a comfy space to do his homework. He watches your child, which is arguably the hardest part of the job but sheâs well behaved for him. In fact, she seems to have taken a shine to him.
Heâs starting to be very intentional with taking far too long to work on your fence too, and still maintaining your pool. Heâs trying to drag this out for as long as he can. Even if just to see if you still look at him when you come home the same way you did before recognizing him. You never do though. When his shirt is off and heâs wiping his forehead in the sun, you donât look at him anymore.
Hell, heâs even considered breaking things in your home just to give himself more jobs to do. More things that make him feel needed, like a husband. More things that you thank him for fixing, even if it breaks again two days later.
And ah, the food in your fridge is always free reign to him, that large television in the living room too. God, sometimes he dreads going home, and by sometimes, he means all the time. Who in their right mind would ever fucking want to live outside of this lifestyle? He really canât believe youâre single, nor can he believe that he has the opportunity to be in your home, close to you. It shouldnât take too long now to convince you, right? That you donât necessarily have to be single? That you need him around to live even more comfortably?
In short, Haechan is in his head about how heâs practically just roleplaying as your stay-at-home husband before having to go back to his shitty little apartment and remind himself that heâs just a fucking college student with no interest in the people on campus. And like, even with the way you come home from work, all groggy and exhausted on the days heâs there, you always thank him before giving him his pay. What he likes best about those nights is when youâre too exhausted to even pay him and you promise to do it next time.
In his mind, thatâs you promising to see him again.Â
He could give less of a shit about the pay at this point, as long as he gets to be in this house, smelling your favorite candles and dish detergents, seeing you, being a semi-father to a child who deserves more love than the two of you combined can giveâŠheâll fucking do anything you want for free.Â
Itâs difficult sometimes, like he really canât help it. Some days wandering around this house and imagining how the two of you could have landed on buying it together. How the rooms would be organized if he were here from the start. Claiming his spot on your couch like any dad would. Playing dolls with your daughter, laughing with her, letting her paint his nails and put his hair in little pigtails. He even cleans your pool as if it were his own, meaning, he genuinely cleans it.Â
He has taken it upon himself to mow your lawn, confusing the yard workers that you apparently hired years ago. Did he accidentally fire them? Maybe, but any good husband would save you money, right? He checks your mail, waves to your neighbors and lets them make assumptions.Â
And every single fucking night itâs harder and harder to go back home.
Especially after a full day of playing dad then seeing you come back so tired. Turning off that switch in his head isnât easy. He wants to greet you like the husband you donât have. He wants to ease your hard days in so many ways. Tell you heâs proud of you, that you still look so pretty after an exhausting shift of whatever the fuck you do. He wants to serve you dinner, run you a bath, fix your hair, lay you downâ oh, heâs fantasizing again. Unfortunately, he has to settle with seeing the relief on your face when he lets you know in a soft voice that heâs cooked dinner and he will heat it up for you before leaving, kiddo is in her room sleeping, no dishes in the sink, and laundry is folded and put away.Â
He loves the appreciation in your eyes, and sometimes even sees a glint of sadness. He can tell you wish you had this from a person who isnât here for pay. Someone who loves you, and loves your child, and feels joy in making your life easier.Â
Fuck, if only you knew.Â
And youâd be lying if you tried to say Haechan isnât a godsend to you on the days he babysits. Many times you find yourself wishing heâd just move in and do everything that you canât do. Youâd pay him well, give him a guest room, whatever. But itâs justâŠnot viable to support a full time employee like that, nor is it fair to your daughter.Â
She needs a parent, not a paid college student who needs some extra cash. You have to be that parent, you have to make time for her and witness all of her joys in life. You have to protect her and never bring in faces of men who claim to want to be a father, only to run and break her heart more than your own.Â
For now, you settle with this godsend of a little shit you used to babysit. Still you can barely believe thatâs the same person, but againâŠtime changes things. And thankfully, the awkwardness of what you did has died down drastically.
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Today, youâre more thankful for Haechan than you have been previously. After a heavy workload has been lifted off your back with the approval of this project, you need a night out. For the first time in years, youâre giving yourself a night out, all because you have someone you can trust to be here for your daughter.
He was so understanding when you called, happy to come over right then and there to put her to bed and mostly just house-sit for the night. Even without an end time for him, and even without asking for extra pay, he justâŠaccepted with an understanding tone and that stupid breathy chuckle he gives to you when you ask for favors. âWhat? You need me there right now? Iâm putting on my shoes.â He had said.
Itâs the fact that now, as he sits on your couch looking at you in your chosen outfitâ he seems a little off. Maybe itâs because you asked him where the best spots in town are because itâs been so long since youâve gone out, or maybe he just feels awkward seeing so much skin on your body.Â
To be fair, he didnât realize you were going out out. He thought that maybe you were gonna go stay with a friend to celebrate and have a drink or two.Â
In reality though, heâs just awestruck. Already you look great even after your busy days at work butâŠthis is a different level. The way your tits look in that push-up bra and tiny ass top, when heâs used to seeing you head out in some sort of business casual outfit without an ounce of skin showing save for your ankles or wristsâŠjesus. Heâs struggling more than usual to keep himself calm around you, hopping up on one leg when you walk away to try and adjust the chub in his pants, and releasing a small sigh before youâre looking at him again.
His skin feels like itâs on fire knowing youâre going out looking like that.
âYou sure you're okay to sleep over? I figure itâll be easier since Iâm not sure when Iâll come home, or if I come home.â You smile with a wink, your stomach in knots over the two shots youâve taken for the first time in years. âI can call my friends and tell them not to come if youâd rather focus on your studies.âÂ
Haechan shakes his head, waving his hands in defense for you as if he didnât just see the way your tits bounce and squish against your shirt with each move you make.Â
âNo, no! Go on, have fun.â He says, encouraging you to go out despite hoping you come home with no luck of finding a man out there.Â
Just, look at you. Fuck, heâs staring again. He hates knowing that he could be one of the guys at whatever bar or club youâre landing on tonight. He could be the person that makes sure you donât come home, getting to plant his face right there. He could be whatever you want him to be if youâre looking like that.Â
But no, he has to play husband again, which is normally something heâs all too excited to do. Tonight though, he feels like a fucking cuckold. After everything he does for you, after not mentioning how youâve skipped a few of his payments, after slaving away for hours over your pool, your household chores, fixing and breaking that fucking dishwasher, cooking you dinner every single night heâs here just to make sure you have a meal when you get off of workâŠyou imply you may not come home tonight?
And youâre dressed like that?
And youâreâŠ
God, you just look so good right now. It pains him to know you didnât dress like this for him, the only man who cares enough to make your life easy. Heâs not mad at you, per se, but heâs pissed that you donât see him as an option despite showing you time and time again that not only is he an option, but the right choice.Â
This is what you look like when you want to impress a man? This is how you act? How you talk? Fuck, god, fuckâ maybe heâs just too deep in his one-sided roleplay but it really, really fucking feels like heâs watching his woman go off and look for someone else to fuck.
âThank you, Donghyuck,â You smile, walking over to him with a saunter in your step and a gentle smile across your lips.Â
Heâs never heard you speak his name so sensually, the way his cock twitches forces him to wince away from you. Heâs never even seen you saunter before. Fucking hell, somehow it feels worse seeing you act like this after how many times heâs imagined it, all alone in his room.Â
A slow walk from you, with the strap of your shirt slipping off your shoulder, fat tits threatening to spill out, lifting the hem of your skirt, or dress, or whatever youâre wearing in his fantasy at that point. Your voice, so soft, so sexy. And youâre practically bringing his fantasy to life right now, except he knows youâre going to fucking walk away from him like this. Into the fucking arms of some random dude at a club.Â
Probably some loser heâs seen on campus too.
âIt means a lot.â You add, popping a quick, platonic kiss to the top of his forehead.Â
Ah, lip gloss. That little kiss on him is enough to ignite him to the point of no return. He almost wants to skip the part of asking you not to go and straight up just beg that you pick him, that you choose him. Itâs not just your home, or the luxuries that come with it. Itâs you that he wants. Youâre the fucking luxury and youâre just gonna go to some sticky-floored club and pretend heâs not clearly checking you the fuck out right now? Like heâs not about three seconds from dropping to his knees just to see you from the angle you deserve?!Â
âItâs no problem.â Haechan relents, dropping himself onto your couch instead and adjusting his body to sink deep into the cushions just to keep himself from arguing against everything heâs giving you permission to do right now.Â
Hah. Permission.
âBe safe.â He adds in an even more monotone voice. âIâll be here when you get back.âÂ
And god, he seethes in his thoughts after you close that door and hop into the car with your friends. You donât look like a mother tonight, and he wonders if youâll be upfront and forward with anyone you intend to hit on too. Probably not. Heâs well aware of the men in this city, after all, heâs one of them.
Itâs really not something he can control after seeing you like that either. Your child is already in bed and heâs just sitting here on your couch with a throbbing, fucking weeping cock thinking about you. Whatâs stopping him from taking care of it? Youâre not here, after all.Â
Youâre not fucking here. But everything about you is.Â
And thatâs how he finds himself in your bedroom for the first time, barely making it a foot into the room before closing the door and dropping to the floor. The scent in your room is different. Itâs feminine, gentle, like the energy is kissing him all over and sending goosebumps straight to the head of his cock. He couldnât even pull it out, already holding his breath with his hand down his pants, vigorously trying to get what he wants so badly yet knowing that his hand will never compare to you.Â
And itâs here where he feels like a husband. Spilling against his pants with a silent, choked back sob as he stares forward at your bed, and the way you didnât make it this morning. Itâs messy, and he wants to be in that mess of sheets with you more than anything.Â
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Haechan hates that heâs now forced to get used to your late night ventures. Every weekend now. Every. Fucking. Weekend. Â You ask if heâs willing to stay over so you can go unwind, and despite his better (or worse) judgment, he accepts. The only solace he finds in these ventures is knowing you consistently come back home right after usual closing times, and youâre mostly sober. Sometimes a bit whiny that youâre not lucking out, worrying that maybe youâre too old now, or maybe youâre just not as desirable. There have even been a few times where youâve exposed your ex husband during your rants, giving Haechan little hints to follow as to why youâre single, and how he left you.Â
Still, he knows in your tipsy state that you usually wouldnât talk about these things with him, but heâs all too happy to get the details once you come home. Mostly because it calms his rising rage at how youâre doing this to not only him, but yourself. Itâs mostly because youâre technically coming home to him though.Â
And every single time, you go back to your bedroom to grab his payment even though it could wait until morning, considering heâs been sleeping in the guest roomâ all he can think about is how heâs been in your room. Heâs gotten off countless times by now by the smell of your room alone, still barely able to even reach your bed to lay in it himself for a better experience. God, heâs probably memorized each little fray in your carpeted bedroom floor by now with how much heâs zoned out on it mid-jerk off session right there on his knees at your door.Â
Heâs truly pathetic for you.Â
This time thoughâŠthree in the morning has passed and normally youâd have been stumbling through the door an hour ago. Normally, heâd be fighting back the need to tell you that youâre beautiful, not too old, and entirely desirable. Normally, he would be fisting his cock again in your guest room before sleep, getting off on the idea that he can cum in a house that you live in, smothered by the sheets you meticulously picked out to match the walls of the room. Moaning for you, practically crying for you to let him do it all.Â
Have you really done it this time? Gone off with some man? Are you getting railed right now in some hotel, or car, or someoneâs shitty man-cave? God, his mind is racing, both aroused at the fact that you must be horny to be constantly wanting to go out like this, but equally as devastated because likeâŠheâs right here.
Who the fuck cares if you babysat him? Heâs a man. No longer that child who sprayed cheese in your hair or dumped salt into the bag of sugar. Heâs a fucking man, cooking you dinner when you work, parenting your child, cleaning your house, maintaining your pool and fenceâŠ.He does everything for you, why the fuck donât you see it?!
Click.
Haechanâs ears perk up instantly at the sound. He sits up on the couch from his depressed slump of scrolling through his phone, quickly fixing his hair and clearing his throat.Â
In you stumble, right into the little entryway table with a whisper-scream of âShit, fuckââ
Haechan looks at your state before standing to his feet and rushing to you, helping you balance on your feet despite your footing not quite being grounded even with his help. You lean on him closely, letting out an alcohol scented sigh.Â
His nostrils flare as he holds his breath, feeling your tit press against his arm, smelling the drinks, the sweat, and the dulled perfume on you. Then, a hint of something else. Musk.Â
Youâve been with a man.Â
He holds back a gesture at the way you lean on him. Nothing more he could want at this moment but to hold you tightly and tell you that heâs got you, despite the panic in his stomach at the way he sniffs out another man. Out of lust, love, desperation, frustration. This is the closest youâve been to him for this long. You feel clammy and cold, a clear indication that you drank far, far too much. Your tank top is sticking to you, your eyes are a bit glassyâ
âYouâre late.â He says shortly.
âLate?!â You raise your voice before looking at him with drowsy eyes, furrowing your brow. âI donât have a curfe-â
âShhââ He shushes you, helping you get to the living room. âSheâs sleeping and youâre going to have her make a fuss about waking up.â
You giggle to yourself as he drops you onto the couch, now aware that yes, you are not a single college student anymore. Youâre a single woman. A fucking mother.Â
You shouldâve just gotten a hotel for the night and slept there to dream a little longer.Â
âRight.â You laugh, slouching, spreading out wide against the couch and trying to fix your gaze on him. âWhyâre you still awake?âÂ
Haechan fixes his eyes on you, swallowing around a lump in his throat. The way youâre slouchingâŠseemingly forgetting that youâre wearing a skirt and basically flashing your panties at him. God, the things could do to you right now. The things he could get away with if he wanted to. He tries to shake those thoughts for now, and instead, inspects you from head to toe.
Heâs never seen you look so relaxed. Chest raising and falling with each breath, hair a little messy, lipstick stains smeared on the outsides of your lip line. He chooses to ignore the faint swell against your neck indicating someone has been sucking on you. But, well, he canât ignore it. Both his cock and heart aches at the very thought.
âYouâve been kissing?â Haechan tries to ask nonchalantly.Â
âA lot more than thatââ You smile, feeling a flush cross your cheeks before the disappointment hits you square in the gut.Â
Haechan watches your face fall, and he mimics it by falling onto the couch and sitting by your headâŠyou know, allowing you to lay your head on him if you want to. Youâd probably not notice his arousal anyway, given your state.Â
âOh?â He asks gently, the disappointment now showing plainly on not just your face, but his own.
âThought I was gonna go home with him, turns out he decided to be done after a blowjob in the parking lot.â
Oh, the way his blood boils. Not for the fact that you were used or rejected, but for the fact that you found someone that you were interested in and genuinely intended to leave your home life in his hands for however fucking long. Really? Just gonna leave him here all alone? Like he couldnât do better for you?
âItâs for the betterââ Haechan says as he shivers with irritation, struggling to keep his facade up. Itâs definitely not what you wanted to hear, and definitely not what youâd have expected to hear from a college guy at all either.
âThis happened last time too, except he didnât even get me to the parking lot.â You huff, unaware of how much youâre sharing right now.Â
He bites back the anger yet again, inhaling deeply before releasing a calming breath through his nose just to contain it. SoâŠit has happened more than once?Â
âWhy donât you let me take you out someday?â He says suddenly, well aware that youâll probably never remember he said it in the first place.Â
If anything, heâs testing the waters for his own sake. Heâd hate himself forever if he didnât at least take advantage of this moment a little bit.Â
âThen who will watch my daughter?â You respond in slurred speech, not even comprehending who it is thatâs asking you this question right now. Not even thinking about your history with him, or the family ties.Â
He, on the other hand, is quite entertained by the way you donât bring the history up like he expected. His cock twitches at it, bumping your head just a bit, not enough for you to notice apparently. Fuck, it would be so easy for him to pull it out right now, and justâŠtap your lips with it.Â
Maybe youâd even open your mouth for him.Â
âIâll skip class on a Wednesday, we can go while sheâs still in daycare.â He continues through an almost-moan, encouraging the conversation to stay positive.
âDonghyuckââ You slur before clearing your throat and sitting back up in a dizzy show of how drunk you are. âYou know I canât do that. Itâs too weird.âÂ
In all fairness, you know he has likeâŠa thing for you. After all, why else would a college dude be spending his weekends here babysitting your kid? Itâs not like you havenât noticed the way he checks you out before you go out for the night. Why would he do all of this if he didnât have some sort of attraction to you? Sure, youâre taking advantage of it as best as you can despite how you didnât recognize him at first.Â
Despite how deep down, you very well know how attracted to him you are too.Â
âOnly because you make it weird.â Haechan rolls his eyes as he looks at you, spreading his legs out to adjust his comfort, noting the way you glance down to his lap and see it. âIâm a grown manââ He starts, spreading his legs wider, pressing his cock against his pants to the point you can practically see the outline.âyou know this.â He continues, trying to be bold now by reaching forward and moving a strand of your hair from your cheek.Â
âYouâve seen it.â
You freeze, suddenly feeling entirely too sober to be talking about this kind of thing with him. With Donghyuck. God, his mother would fucking kill you if she found out heâs in your house while youâre out trying to get fucked by whoever is willing to love you temporarily.Â
Haechan sees you thinking though, and continues to take the advantage now that heâs feeling brave. Now that youâve seen the twitch in his pants and havenât moved off the couch, or told him to go home.Â
âI saw you watching me when I was cleaning your pool, multiple times.â He whispers snidely. âYou stopped when you realized who I am. Why?â
âDonghyuââŠâ You trail off. âYou know this isnât okay. What would people think of me? There are rules, and I will not go down this route with you.â
A rush of air hits your face and suddenly, warmth hits your cheek. You feel him so close, closer than ever before. Itâs dizzying. Haechan is over you, hovering with one hand ghosting over your hip.Â
âYou want to though, donât you?â He gets even closer now, darting his eyes down at your chest and unable to pull them away. âKnowing how good I am with your daughter? How well I clean up? How strong I can beââ
You swallow hard. For a moment, you almost lean into him. You almost melt right then and there, the need for intimacy so heavy inside of you after being left high and dry, knowing that youâd accept it from just about anyone at this point. Butâ this is Donghyuck. You canât.Â
You really, really, canât.Â
The look of disappointment in his eyes kind of hurts when youâre pushing him away. That playful smirk falling faster than you think your sanity did the day your ex husband left you.Â
âThisââ You pause, realizing all too well how heâs used your drunken state against you for this conversation. âThis is your last paycheck.â
âI donât think so.â The smirk is back now, exceptâŠitâs different. âYou know I promised her a Barbie dream house next weekend.â He smiles fully now. âSheâs a bit attached, you know, even called me dad by accident the other day.âÂ
Youâre shocked.Â
âSheâŠwhat?â
âYou know sheâs attached to me already, donât be selfish.â Haechan shrugs at you while rolling his eyes, leaning against the couch again and turning his head to look at you. You try to pretend that you donât see his hand slightly groping himself. âGuess she misses having a father around. Canât be too easy for her, especially with her mom going out every weekend trying to fuck guys who would run the second they learn about her.â He ticks his tongue now, as if heâs pitying you more than your daughter.Â
âDonghyuck, thatâs notââ
âThatâs not, what?â
âThatâs not what Iâm doingâŠâ You lower your voice to a near whisper, upset that you couldnât even enjoy the drunken state you came home in, now feeling entirely too sober, and a little sick in the stomach.Â
âOh, so you havenât gotten laid since Iâve been hereââ He leans closer again now, trying to resume what he was going to do just moments ago. âThey havenât even touched you, have they?â His hands move to your thigh and presses down as if to hold you in place. âWhy?â
âI try not to just sleep with anyone.â You lie, knowing youâd sleep with anyone just to feel wanted for once. And youâre trying to ignore his hands on you right now, trying desperately not to like it. Itâs the first time a man has touched you in this house since your husband left you. As expected, you almost feel your knees buckle despite sitting comfortably. âI have to be careful, you know?â
âMm, I know more than you think.â He leans into you, hovering yet again with his upper half over you as he whispers it. âDonât need to be careful around me though.â He adds, this time trailing his voice right against your jaw, up to your ear. âYou must be so frustrated.â He ghosts his lips there for a moment, waiting for you to push him away, or say something, anything, really.Â
âWhy would I be frustrated?â You lend the smallest of whispers, feeling the goosebumps against your skin rising at the mere thought of giving in just this once.
âNot having anyone to please you.â He adds now, landing a very slight kiss right under your lobe. âAlways being used for someone elseâs pleasure, maybe?â
You almost nod, feeling weak in your state and thoughts swimming with what ifâs, morals, and anxieties. Youâre frozen in place despite knowing a simple push would create the distance you need to breathe.Â
âYour fingers will never be enough, will they?â He continues, essentially chaining you to this couch with his words alone. You canât help the fight in your head, you need to feel wanted, and you want so badly to feel needed. âI bet you wish someone would love you for all that you are, not all that you have.âÂ
Itâs silent as you feel his lips press down again, this time moving his body over you almost entirely. You can feel the couch dip a bit as he places all of his weight on a knee, moving his other leg to stand between yours.
âYou must need someone to fill that hole in you by now, right? That pussy of yours?â He continues, his tone a bit more snide now as you give in to his hold with shaky breaths.Â
And truthfully, Haechan has never let himself come on this strong towards someone before. Usually the wives are doing this to him. Theyâre trying to convince him, encourage him. Heâs so fucking horny right now though, with that daze in your eye, your legs spread around his knee, blinking up at him like a cheating wife. As if you want to apologize, as if you need him to forgive you. Need him to make everything better.
âI heard you the other day, you know, talking to your momââ He smiles, tilting his head to look into your eyes, seeing a small shine in them. âYou want another, donât you?â He continues, moving his lips now just over yours as he, now, presses you firmly against the couch. âYou must hate knowing that Iâm the only person who can do that for you.âÂ
âGod, Haechan.â You immediately buckle, not realizing how suddenly heâs not Donghyuck at this moment. Heâs someone else. Heâs Haechan.
âWhy donât you go for girls on campus?! Donât you have parties to be attending on the weekends instead of being here, trying to parent my chilââ
âLower that voice of yours,â He whispers, eyes now hooded as he looks at you. âYou know sheâs asleep.â
God, heâs right.Â
âBesides, why would I want them when I have you right here under meââ He tilts his head. âLooking so disappointed that you like it, too.âÂ
Right then, your moral code shines into the front of your mind at the consideration of giving in.
A weight on one shoulder chanting, âNo! What would people say?! What would people think?!â, and then little to no weight on the other shoulder, echoing in a sweet song of âFinally! Someone who will love you! Finally! Someone! Finally!!! Finally!âÂ
You pause, not knowing at all what to do. Your body wants to push him away, even your mind and soul wants you to push him away. But you know deep down, youâd only push him away to see if he will try again. No man has ever tried for you like this, and you need more of it.Â
To feel desired after so long of neglecting this side of yourself, itâs enough to make a person lose their footing in reality. To give in to just about anyone willing to look at you the way he is right now. Itâs the fact that you go out to try and find it, and even with this alone, Haechan has satisfied you more than any stranger promising to make you cum.
âIâŠdonât know what to sayââ You stutter. âI donât know what to do.â
âI do.â Haechan smiles, glancing at your lips before meeting your eye again. âWhy not hand over the reins and relax for aââ His hand dips under your skirt, cupping your sensitive cunt in one hand alone. âAh, I knew it.â Then, his other hand finds purchase on your chest, lifting your heavy breast in his hand with a blatant, hard squeeze.
After a sharp inhale you look away from him in shame, afraid to admit it despite the truth of it leaking through your panties and onto his palm.
âWet.â He smiles, no longer looking at you but flicking his eyes back and forth from between your legs, and to your chest. Still, he fumbles around the wet spot, wanting so badly to lift these fingers to his mouth and taste. Heâs fantasized about it, about how youâd taste, how warm it would be, what your pussy would feel like against his fingersâ
And just as heâs pushing your panties to the side, pads of his fingers touching right where you need them with his eyes hooded and watching you closely, something snaps.
You push his hand away, only to feel him push back, holding you down with more force, gripping your tit tighter, sliding his fingers in before massaging the slit with a blatant moan on his lips. Then, you try again, shoving him back only to hear him chuckle and continue his antics untilâ you jump to your feet. It felt too good, too grounding to have him touching you like this. You nearly stumble back over the coffee table, but you manage to stand tall and firm despite the fact that even though your mind feels sober, your body is fucking wasted.
âDonghyuck.â You argue immediately, using his name the same way you did when he was a child. âStop.âÂ
He throws his hands up in defense, raising his brows in surprise.Â
âIââ He pauses, staring at you. âI thought you were enjoying it, my mistake.âÂ
Itâs the fact that you were. You were enjoying it too much, and there would have been no defending your actions if you had given in to the feeling.Â
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Stupid. Stupid, stupid, fucking stupid. Thatâs what you are.Â
Your ex husband was right all along. Out of everything youâve accomplished since your heart was shattered, ripped to shreds, stomped on, youâd think it would take a lot more to break you.Â
âYou ask for too much.â Your ex husband had said once. âYou canât even stand to be alone for one day.â He had said a year or so later. Small digs on who you are and what you need sprinkled into small arguments, only to come more and more from the lips that you kissed and promised to kiss until you die. Until all of his words were to make you feel inadequate. Until everything he said to you stuck with you, forcing your confidence to bury itself six feet under.Â
Are you to blame? As it stands, maybe. Why else would you be allowing yourself to consider it? Consider Donghyuck, you mean. Never in your life would you have considered him of all people to be the one that you need.Â
Never in your life would you have thought heâd be interested in a woman like you, in a situation like yours, with a child. Why did that night with him stick in your head more than every single mean thing your ex husband said to you? Why did his words seem more believable?Â
Because you were drunk at the time? Wet, neglected, and drunk?Â
Then why is it that youâre sitting here on your day off with your beautiful, bright-eyed daughter rummaging through your purse for whatever catches her eyeâŠ.and youâre thinking about him? About what he's doing right now, how heâs feeling, if heâs eaten.Â
Why is it that youâve gone the entire week ignoring his texts, asking if you need him to come resume his job as babysitter? Why the fuck do you want to accept after how he took advantage of your state of mind? After he came onto you and tried to manipulate you?Â
Despite all of his words ringing true in the back of your head. That was a dirty tactic he pulled on you. Yet, stillâŠyou want him back, and god fucking dammit you could cry knowing your daughter called him âdad.â You hadnât believed him at first, but after this week alone it slipped from her mouth several times.Â
âHeâs not your dad, baby, thatâs just Donghyuck.â You remember correcting her more than once, and all she responded to you with was a confused expression.Â
âWhy not?â Is what her little voice gave back to you after her child-like brain decided it was fed up with you correcting her very right assumption of the guy who promised her the Barbie Dream House.Â
Why not?
Why not?
Well, if you could have an adult conversation with a five year old it would be much easier to answer that. Because he sprayed cheese in your hair. Because you were seventeen and his babysitter when he was twelve years old. Because you ogled him without recognizing him as your pool boy. Because of a lot of things.
âUncle Donghyuck.â You finally corrected her again.Â
She shook her head, and continued doing and saying as her little mind pleased. It made you miss having a father around for her though. You think she needs it more than you do.Â
And that fucking Barbie Dream house is what brings Haechan back.Â
Right at your doorstep today, with a gentle knock to the door and a timid smile on his face. He doesnât even look at you when you open the door, instead he crouches down in front of you with the big, flashy box. He ignores you, tilting himself to look past you and straight at your daughter.Â
You hold your breath when she runs to Haechan, arms spread open and laughter shrieking in your ears. Your heart aches so much at this moment.Â
Given your work schedule, youâd never gotten to see them interact much. He always came over as she was eating her breakfast, and you always came home after she was put to bed. You guess itâs fair that they have a bond now. She doesnât even run at you like she does for Haechan. In fact, the only time she ever does is when she had a bad day at daycare or had a tummy ache.Â
She runs to you when she needs you, but she runs to Haechan like she wants to. Like she genuinely is attached to him, and his kind smile, and his eyes, and probably that warm embrace that youâve never let yourself experience.
You watch them, not allowing yourself to melt at the moment because you did not invite him over, nor did you give consent to bring that fucking doll house here. But you canât say no now, as she clings to his leg when he stands up and looks at you with an almost irritated glint in his eye.Â
His eyes trail all over you briefly too, as if checking for any new spots or marks that a man could have put on you. You feel seen, dipping your head to not meet his eye and scratching your neck as if to hide a spot there. There isnât a mark, itâs justâŠfear? nervousness? anxiety?Â
And then he hauls the box in for her without saying a word to you. You watch him hard now that his back is turned. His voice sounds so loving when he speaks to your child as if sheâs an equal. Plopping down on your living room floor with her and opening the large box.Â
He Oooâs and Aahhhâs with her as he pulls each piece out, connecting the walls, the doors, handing her little things to help him with. And both of them are so focused on the task at hand to create a safe space for all of her abused barbie dolls that⊠you feel invisible.
For the first time ever in front of them both, you feel like you are nothing but a ghost. That he is the single parent. As if youâre forgotten, less loved, not wanted, not even needed.Â
Thereâs a bubbling in your gut when you tear up, reminding yourself that what Haechan did that night was probably just, well, heâs a man. Men aim to fuck at all times usually, and you guess you should have expected it at one point from him because, again, youâre aware that heâs attracted to you. Even more aware now.Â
But the way you feel right now outshines that. Heâs ignoring you to keep your child happy. She is ignoring you because it seems Haechan does a better job at it than you do.Â
And, well, heâs not holding you down, whispering things in your ear, letting out frustrated little sighs at your drunken or drowsy words now. So, you say nothing. All you can do is go to the kitchen and prepare a snack, trying to force the tears to stay inside of you with quiet sniffles, hoping you can join their little picture perfect moment so that you can be helpful too.Â
Your heart swells when they both look at you as you present a plate of snacks. You have to hold back tears again at the way their eyes shine, thanking you for the snacks. Haechanâs eyes stay on you a bit longer though, as if saying âSee? See what youâre making her go without?âÂ
You do see it.Â
ButâŠit canât be him. As much as you wish it could be, you just canât. There has to be another man out there just like him, one that doesnât have a history with you that would cause whispers and questions. There has to be.Â
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That moment you witnessed seems to have solidified Haechanâs place in your home. Whether it be for babysitting or simply so your child can see him when sheâs asking for him (which is often.) Itâs kind of an issue, actually, because now the choice isnât yours anymore and it appears Haechan knows that.
You hate that youâre forced to see him for what he is now. How he proves himself over and over again to be the man you need. The issue is that you still donât want it to be him. The bigger issue is that heâs breaking down your walls, doing little things for you, looking at you with those dark eyesâ your resolve cracks and reminds you every time heâs here that maybe it could work. Maybe youâll give him a chance. Maybe you wonât have to go out anymore looking to fill a void that no one else fits into.Â
Itâs the way that now, you canât help but to compare him to your ex husband. The man who you loved for so long, who you genuinely thought youâd spend your life with happily and safely. Now, compared to Haechan, your ex seems likeâŠnothing. Like a little crack in your resolve. He was older than you by just two years, took care of you for so long, impregnated you, and slowly but surely throughout all that time grew to resent you too.
You still donât know why, but perhaps itâs just because you were growing into your own. You were becoming more independent, though he never had the capability to realize just how much you depended on him during the very time he left you.Â
âI just donât want to do this anymore.â Your ex had said to you on that fateful morning.Â
Your belly was big as you tried to waddle up to him when he said that. You canât help but think back now and wonder how pathetic you must have seemed when he yanked his arm from your grip, especially due to the difficulty of your pregnancy already. You were sick through most of it, only having a few good days here or there where that pregnancy glow would make your ex husband second-guess himself.Â
The slam of the door after that was more exhausting than the months of pregnancy youâd gone through. It felt loud, so loud you could hear it vibrate throughout your whole body. You recall falling to the floor and carefully holding your stomach. Itâs like all of the heartbreak pooled there. The loss of your husband three weeks before he got to meet the child he was supposed to love. Her little heart must have been breaking inside of you too.Â
Double the pain.
And then you were mending yourself on your own. Going into labor early from stress, your family helped take care of you more than her. You were needier. You were broken.Â
And never, fucking ever, did you think youâd find yourself sitting comfortable in your lavish home realizing that your ex-husband didnât deserve all of that pain from you. He left you for that girl, and not two months later did she leave him.Â
Never did you think youâd find yourself thinking about Haechan as a replacement either. Well, not a replacement, but like, maybe justâŠheâs the idea of a perfect dad if you pay attention to how your child talks about him. How they act together. How she cries for him before bed when heâs not there, asking you why you donât read to her the way Haechan does. Why don't you sing to her the way he does? Why don't you use the same voices for her dolls? Why you donât cut her food like he does, why you donât do this or that.
Thatâs what makes it click the most you think. The fact that Haechan has given her something you never can. The love of a father. It doesnât even feel like heâs babysitting at this point, heâs parenting, teaching her lessons, bandaging small boo-boos, fixing her hair,âŠcooking dinner, cleaningâŠexisting here like he belongs.
Haechan has done more for your daughter than your ex husband ever could have, more than you could have done for her too, you think.Â
Even now, as you come home night after night and see him, you struggle to see him as anyone that isnât who your daughter needs. Maybe who you need.Â
His summer semester is coming to an end too, and itâs hard to see him as a college student now. He really does coursework and everything that needs to be done at your home all within a single work day? With no complaints at all? Lately, youâve noticed that heâs been more focused on studying when he babysits too, but still your daughter listens to him better than she listens to you.Â
Yet, still, itâs like youâre avoiding each other as you go through the motions, but you notice him more. You feel more discomfort because of it, mostly because you know your resolve about this is breaking. Thereâs a fear inside of you that revolves around him.
What if you missed your chance?Â
What if it does end up being a mistake if he still wants you?
You donât know what to do, but you know you want him.Â
Some nights, Haechan does sleep over due to exhaustion and you donât even ask him to leave because you know heâs not doing it to try anything. The avoidance is loud. Lately, you come home from work and there he is, sitting up with his laptop on his lap but sound asleep, softly snoring. Each time, you remind yourself of how heâs sacrificing his study time to babysit. You know your child can be distracting and needy when she wants something too, but he doesnât complain even a little bit. The least you could have done was bring him a blanket, which you did. And you woke the next morning to find him curled up on the same couch, laptop toppled over onto the floor.
Small, gentle acts of kindness towards each other but never face to face. Youâve woken to fresh coffee countless times, made exactly the way you like it because you know heâs watched you make it yourself. Youâve come home to re-stocked items, like milk and eggs, laundry detergent, and even toothpaste. Itâs nice, and a small indication that he doesnât resent you. Even through face-to-face avoidance on your part.
Tonight seemed different though, compared to all of the other nights when you canât go out. You walked through the door to the smell of dinner and your child still awake, sing-songing at you the moment you walked in.Â
âDad said I can stay up late!âÂ
You quirk a brow, her calling him that now becoming a regular occurrence to the point it goes through one ear and out the other for you. You recall discussing her bed time though, with absolutely no exceptions.
âDid he now?â You hug her before taking off your cardigan, walking with her to the kitchen where you find Haechan, placing down a small plate on the table with cartoon characters on it, right in front of two bigger plates with bigger portions of delicious looking food placed neatly on it.
Your heart swells, but your anxiety grows twice as big alongside it. This.Â
This is what youâve wanted for so long. This is what you never thought you could find. So, why is it that you still have push-back in your mind? Despite knowing that Haechan has proven himself time and time again, you want to argue?!Â
Perhaps itâs because you like the way he tries. Maybe youâre not ready to lose that feeling of being chased in some way, of being begged to let him stay. Maybe itâs because you begged your husband, desperate for him to keep you, but he left anyway. It feels like Haechan gives you power over yourself, over your love-life, over everything, really.Â
And if you were to actually accept his advances, even just a dinner on your table, what if he stops? What if he gets bored once he gets what he wants? After all, heâs still young, you canât truly imagine he wants to do this forever.Â
Not with you, and not with your daughter either.Â
âWhatâs all this? Isnât it a bit late for her to have dinner?â You question him instantly, anxiety bubbling up out of assumption alone.Â
âWe had a small snack a few hours ago.â Haechan reassures you. âI finished my exams and had a burst of energy to celebrate, besides, itâs a Fridayââ He goes to pull out a chair for you. âYou donât need to be up early either. A late dinner every now and then never hurt anybody.â
The way this is the first time the two of you have had a face-to-face conversation sinceâŠthat night. His voice calms you, and thatâs scary.Â
You huff, happy because you could easily melt into this chair and pretend youâre having a family dinner, like you always wanted, like you never rejected a touch from him that you desperately wanted. You could just play along and pretend Haechan is everything you need. Except, it wouldnât even be pretending at this point. The whole idea of him has changed. But, again, that anxiety. You still have that little voice holding you back, no matter what you want, or what you need, you fear itâll be ripped from you again if you were to let yourself be weak for another person.
âIâm really tired, Donghyuck.â You explain, walking past the kitchen and towards your bedroom. âThanks for dinner but Iâm not too hungry and I just want to lay down.â
And with that, he watches you leave. No real appreciation, no congratulations on him finishing his exams, not even a kiss to your childâs forehead. Is he still expected to be the one to put her to sleep?Â
Why is he even here? Why did he do all of this?Â
His patience is running dry.
So, he eats with your child as your plate goes cold and he leaves it there. If you canât even handle a dinner at the table with the person who cooked it, you can deal with your own fucking plate. Throw away your own fucking food, wash your own fucking dish. And if you canât tuck your child into bed, heâll do it, but you can shove that fake ass exhaustion right up your ass for all he cares.Â
He knows youâre not exhausted. Heâs seen you when you are. Youâre just being an asshole to him at this point, trying to appear like youâre perfectly happy with the life you live when your drunken rants prove otherwise. You treat him like everything he does has an ulterior motive. Which, yeah, maybe it does, but he was genuinely excited to have someone celebrate the end of this semester with him. Maybe assuming youâd indulge him went too far. For the first time, he wasnât doing it to impress you.
By the time Haechan gets your daughter to bed, all tucked in with a little tune to fall asleep to, he closes her door and just stands there in the silence on the other side of it.Â
You must really enjoy being a single mother, huh? This is why too. He always questioned it. Youâre so attractive, so well-adjusted. You work hard, your daughter is a sunshine in this world, and youâve not managed to find anyone to love you yet? He thought he was lucky to be the one getting to spend time with you.Â
Turns out, you refuse to let anyone in despite Haechan knowing, fucking seeing straight through you. You want something from someone. You need it, yearn for it, even. But itâs almost laughable at the way you refuse it.Â
Excuses, excuses, excuses.Â
Itâs the fucking audacity you have taking advantage of him. Youâve practically led him on. You lend him everything he wants in life. Thatâs it. You lend it. From flaunting yourself before you go to bars, to exposing all the marks you allow other men to leave on you. Letting him stay in this house, father your child, cook, clean, mend, fix, heal.Â
From being a faux-father to being minimized to a college student that you used to babysit. Heâs offered you relief in so many ways including sexual, and all you fucking do is avoid, deny, fucking reject him. You still go out to bars, later and later youâll come home with new swells against your skin, but always looking so empty and disappointed. Sometimes he thinks you try to make him jealous. Sometimes, he thinks you want him to try again.Â
Sometimes, he thinks you get off on the fact that he keeps trying.
And he has tried. Albeit more gently lately, but he has. Small, lingering touches when he hands you your coat to help you get out the door and to work quicker. Starting your car for you before you leave. Fuck, he even opens the goddamn door for you. Anything to make you feel appreciated, respected, and fucking wanted.
The silence is loud in his ears due to the sheer irritation as he drops his head, staring at his feet and knowing itâll only take a few strides to reach your bedroom. A room he still craves to be in.
Heâs raided those drawers by now, because of course he has. Soiling your panties, your sheets, anything that still smells like you when youâre gone for the day, all so he can act normal upon seeing you when you come home. Heâs laid in your bed by now too, wondering what it would feel like to have your weight beside him. He fantasized about anything and everything he possibly could in there.
And heâs always warmer. Always cums the hardest with weak, muffled moans as he stuffs your pillows into his mouth to keep quiet. All before cleaning every trace of himself there, closing the door, and wishing he was allowed to exist in there with you.Â
Right now will be the first time Haechan enters your room to your knowledge, and it sucks for him because he has essentially trained himself to get hard every time he opens this fucking door. Still, he composes himself, and itâs a bit of a shock if youâre being honest. You thought heâd go home after this, you were kind of hoping he would after you made it so awkward.Â
You felt guilty the second you saw his expression fall to your rejection of eating dinner like a big fucking happy family. You want it so bad, you want him so bad.
When you left the kitchen, you immediately went to your room and hopped in the shower, well aware that he wouldnât follow you. You thought hard while the hot water made attempts to wash away your feelings. Would it have been so bad to just eat with him? With your daughter? With both of them? The way his eyes fell, it burned your heart a little bit.
Still, no answers came to you because you know part of you just wants to see what else he will do for you. Despite the history with him, and despite knowing his entire family would question and scoff at you for itâŠIs it really so wrong? To want to give him a chance just to see if heâll leave you too?Â
Just to see if itâll hurt when he does it too?
Inviting him to your home almost every day of the week isnât wrong, right? Forgetting to pay him all those times before, hoping to see him again and get that confidence boost, that wasnât wrong. Letting your daughter attach herself to him when you swore he wasnât permanent, no longer having the energy to correct her use of âdadâ towards him⊠none of that is wrong.
 Itâs all Haechan. Heâs the one in the wrong for willingly following along, not you. Right?Â
And as youâre sitting on your bed in your towel, zoning out and staring at your floor, Haechan swings your bedroom door open without a single knock, mindfully closes it, and immediately goes off on you.
Somehow, you really expected him to accept your rejection but your heart swells that he didnât. You donât think he ever will, and youâre exhausting yourself hoping heâll prove you wrong.
Heâs shown you enough by now. This is what breaks down that wall inside of you, isnât it?
âWhat am I doing wrong?â He shoots his first question out in a desperate whisper shout, eyes searing into you before continuing without a single breath. âBecause I do everything for her, and i do everything for you, does that really make you so fucking uncomfortable?â
âDââ You try to respond, feeling your skin prickle at the sheer irritation in his expression.
Heâs fighting for you.
âIsnât that what you want?!â
âAfter everything I doââ He throws his hands up now, running his fingers through his hair as if you make him feel like he wants to rip it out. âAfter trying to make your life easy while making mine harder, for what? You to not eat the fucking food I made? For you to go to the bar all the time just to come back disappointed like Iâm not right here waiting for you to come back?âÂ
âWhat ar-â
âDonât ask me any stupid fucking questions, Just answer me.â He drops his hands, stepping up to you, placing both hands on either side of your hips, doing his best not to react to your near-naked body. âWhy?â
You lean back, trying to create more distance to try and give him an answer that you donât even know yourself, but he just keeps closing in. Not letting you escape this time. Youâve never seen him so riled up before, itâsâŠ
WellâŠ
âBecause I came onto you? Because I tried to do what no one else will do for you?â His voice shakes when he says it, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. Is heâŠabout to cry?
Only now, seeing him so close with an entirely sober brain do you realize an answer. Maybe not to his question of why, but to the same question youâve been asking yourself. Itâs because of that look in his eye. Youâve never been able to put a word to it, but now with him demanding you explain yourself so closely, you see it.
Heâs desperate.Â
Arguably as desperate as youâve felt to fill the void. Except, heâs trying to do that for you and you wonât let him out of what? Fucking fear? Hell, at this point the history means close to nothing when it comes to all the new memories heâs made in this home, even without you. The history of babysitting him, the history of your ex husband leaving you. It doesnât matter.
You think hard, so hard that you feel your eyes burn as you stare up at him. Glancing without intention to his jaw when he clenches it, to his neck when he swallows his words, to his lips, his eyes, the hair falling in his faceâŠand you justâ
You reach up, running a soothing hand through his hair to get it out of his face. Then you see those same desperate eyes somehow grow more desperate as he lowers them, leaning into the touch, as if youâve been starving him the same way youâve been starved for years. He falls silent too, cutting himself off mid-question just to feel you touch him for the first time.
âI donât know.â You say, which seems like a better answer than having an excuse. What can you say otherwise? That itâs because it shouldnât  be him? That youâre afraid heâll realize heâs not ready to settle? To be a dad? Heâll ask why, and itâll be the same answer you gave on that drunken night. An answer that you no longer care about.Â
You babysat him when he was a child, but you were still a child too.Â
You were still a child, and time changes things.
Your ex husband left you, and youâre afraid he will too, especially because heâs so much younger? Who cares?
Your answer seems to fly right past his head though, because heâs still leaning to feel your fingers in his hair, and heâs looking at you as if nothing you say will matter unless you make it hold some weight to him.Â
âDonghyuckââ You pause, scratching right at his nape, uncaring of how you can feel your towel loosening on your body. âYou havenât done anything wrong.â
Somehow, his name on your lips is what he needed to hear. The tone of it, the rasp in your voice, your fingers in his hair. Actions speak louder than anything the two of you could say right now, and he canât help it. Nothing can stop him, not even you at this point.Â
He hasnât done anything wrong you say? Itâs because he fucking knows what you need.
You inhale deeply, holding your breath when you feel your back hit your mattress, his warm hands instantly taking advantage of your freshly-showered state and tugging at the towel just slightly to let it fall open. You hear a slight breath from him at that moment, an inhale. There, he climbs onto the bed, nudging himself between your legs and trapping you there under him, both hands holding your arms down.
Like heâs afraid youâll reject him again.
âYouâre going to let me take care of you now.â He demands, though to him it sounds more like a plea solely due to the fact that heâs so fucking turned on itâs unreal. That feeling of when your fingers were in his hair? Seeing your naked body? Unshaved pussy? Being in this fucking room with you? It throws him into overdrive, especially with the way you just lay there blinking up at him in surprise. The anger melting away only amplifies it more.Â
How could you do this to him? Genuinely, how could you have let him fucking suffer for you like this?Â
Still, you blink up as if youâre a deer caught in headlights and it makes his heart thump against his ribcage. Your eyes are so bright, that glint of sadness he had seen so many times isnât there right now. And thereâs so much adrenaline inside of him, like he needs to move fast before you change your mind again. Youâve not let him do this for some fucking reason or another and now youâre just laying here for him.
 There, with your entire body on display, and you appear to be docile. Fucking obedient? Like he always knew you would be if youâd just drop the fucking act?! You were meant for him and him alone, and heâs going to show you why.
In all honesty, youâre tired of denying yourself by now. From the moment you saw him that day cleaning your pool for the first time, youâve wanted him on some level. It wasnât an emotional attachment, but a hope, a fantasy for you. And when you recognized him, you were more impressed with him than embarrassed. You tried not to let your eyes wander out of guilt, out of feeling like a pervert.Â
And then, that day when he came onto you, he was just a man to you. Your faux guilt kept you from letting him, and your hope to be chased kept you from it too. As if youâve never pleasured yourself to the thought of him, shamefully in this very bed. As if youâve never called out his name with a silent breath. If you keep going at this point, youâll lose him before ever knowing what he could really be for you.Â
This is his last ditch effort to beat you at your own game, and youâre ready to lose.
 So, now, you let yourself get lost in him. In his eyes and the way he pleads and makes his demands. He probably doesnât recognize his strength against you right now, or how much itâs turning you on. With the way he has both hands on your wrists, probably bruising them, and thereâs nothing you could do even if you wanted to. His weight holding you down feels better than you imagined.Â
After so long, with so many failed hookups where youâve told them of your daughter and all theyâve done in return is get their orgasm then leaveâŠHaechan. He wants to take care of you?Â
He wants toâŠgive you what you need?
Fuck, you know he can. Thatâs the fucked up part. Heâs proved it so many times to you in so many ways. Youâve watched him, the way he moves and acts around you. Heâs exactly what you need.You pushed him to this point, where his sanity is on the brink of crashing. Taking it away from him again feels wrong, because itâs exactly what you want.
And when he presses his leg between yours, he knows.
âAgain?â He comments, now releasing your wrist from one hand and running it down, able to slip his fingers right into the slick of your bare pussy. âYouâre wet.âÂ
You still just blink up at him with an intake of breath at the pleasure, thoughts running left and right on what to do, finally realizing you donât want to do a damn thing. Heâd do it all if you let him. Clean your house, be a father, fix all of the breaks, make you wet.
And you just feel him, the way his fingers play around with what he does to you. You can practically feel his confidence rise at the way you spread your legs a bit more, as if to give him more access. When you look at him, his expression remains harsh, but slowly he moves himself down, lips brushing over one of your nipples while keeping eye contact.
Still that irritated look, like heâs mad you havenât let him do this before now.
âHow many times are you going to pretend like Iâm not the one who gets you wet?â He asks before rubbing circles around your clit, tongue flicking in the same way around your nipple. âLike I donât have a right to take care of you?â
Your breath is still caught in your throat, trying to be careful about what you say right now despite knowing you canât speak. You focus on what heâs doing instead, losing yourself to something youâve not felt in far, far too long.Â
Heâs right. Heâs gotten you wet more than once by now. More than he knows.Â
And goddamn, he knew your tits could bounce, but the way they move without the support of a bra, the plush, soft feeling of your nipple growing erect in his mouth, all for him to bite and pull at. He does it too, listening to the little seething sound of pain from you when he pulls all the way back with your nipple between his teeth. Only to let it fall from his mouth and break eye contact with you to see the jiggle as it falls.
His cock twitches, at everything that you are right now, feeling more pleasure through seeing you like this alone compared to fucking his own fist on your bedroom floor. He notes how your legs squeeze him more at the nipple stimulation than his fingers too, memorizing the way your labia falls open between them. He smirks, flicking his tongue more, quicker.Â
There. There it is.
A low rumble in your chest falls from your lips. Soft, a moan. A very small, delicate sound.
âYou like this?â Haechan asks, looking up at you, letting his tongue fall from his mouth again and flicking the erect nub. âWhen I play with your tits?â
You nod, throwing an arm over your face in embarrassment that this is actually happening. Youâre letting him. Already you feel yourself heat up more, even when he takes his fingers away from your clit and instead, uses them to flick your other nipple.Â
And he does this for a few minutes. Paying special attention to your tits, going back and forth with his fingers and tongue to each bud, trying so hard to not stop just to shove his cock between them and use them the way heâs always wanted. He focuses on drawing out more and more little sounds from you instead, slurping his own saliva from your painfully erect nipples, pulling back, blowing cold air, then warming it up again with his lips. All while simultaneously groping, flicking, and pinching with his other hand.Â
âJesus, Haechanââ You moan quietly, chest rising and falling as he squeezes and licks against you.Â
Thatâs right, say his name. Let him fucking know heâs doing what you like. Haechan thinks, feeling his cock weep in his pants as he does it. Wondering just how sensitive you are to be reacting like this to simple nipple stimulation. God, heâs wanted to suck on these for so long, and now youâre letting him. Theyâre so big, so plush. He wants to fucking cover them with his mouth, he wants to bury his face in them, kiss them all over them.Â
And if they were to get bigger? He moans at the thought, remembering that conversation you had with your mom. You want another. He bets theyâd swell upâOh, fuck yeah. Theyâd probably hurt to rub against your shirt. God, fuck, he canât control his thoughts right now.
 Finally.Â
Fucking finally, he has you and heâs not going to let you run away again.
He doesnât fucking care if itâs forward. He wants what he wants, you want what you want. That want just so happens to line up. Besides, heâs already proved himself to you, he knows it. If youâre letting him do this, maybe youâd let him stay like this.Â
âDid they get bigger?â He moans briefly as he swaps to your other nipple again. âSo full, so heavy, were they leaking all over you?â
You listen to him, trying not to feel the pit in your stomach bubble with even more arousal at his blatant and dirty words, feeling your clit throb at the stimulation your tits are getting right now.Â
âMakes my dick fucking throb just thinking about it. FuckââÂ
âLet me give you another,â He mumbles now, almost mindlessly before looking up at you with an intense gaze as he bites down, indicating that heâs not mindless about it at all.Â
âSwell you up, make you glowââ
Oh.Â
Why is thatâ why are you dripping?
He hears that moan you let out. Different from the others, almost desperate.
âMm, yeah.â He encourages it, now allowing his hand to travel back down to witness how much wetter youâve gotten at those words. So messy, so perfect. âKnew youâd want it raw.â
You canât help the nod, as it comes before you even process his words solely because you feel his fingers slip inside of you. You havenât been this wet in so, so long. You want to feel it. To be full again, of anything. Of him.
âYe-â You start, interrupting yourself with a bite of your lip and your eyes rolling back.Â
âThatâs right mama,â He coos, tilting his fingers up and amplifying the pressure inside of you. âGonna let me take good care of this pussy, yeah?â He adds, lifting from your tits and ghosting his lips over yours.Â
He watches you closely, that daze in your eye. God, you look so horny right now. Thereâs nothing more he wants than to see this time and time again. To let you wake up every morning with his warm cum inside of you, to see your belly swell with his child, to see your tits grow until they hurt.Â
Heâd take care of you. Heâd take good fucking care of you.Â
âSay something.â Haechan whispers against your lips, darting his tongue out against your lips, angling his fingers up and making you moan. âSay you want me to give it to you raw.â
You open your mouth, feeling his tongue lick and swallow up that moan you just gave him before you try to compose yourself. You canât help it, youïżœïżœïżœre so, so sensitive right now and you canât help but find it incredibly sexy to be here, laid bare, while heâs still fully clothed.
Like he really is doing this for you. Heâs not trying to get his own orgasm and leave. Youâre weak and those words of âlet me give you anotherâ shines in your head. Weak, youâre weak. You should be thinking about condoms, you should be thinking about the consequences of this.Â
But youâre not.Â
You do like it raw.
âHaechanââ You stutter as you try to grasp the reality of his words, feeling his fingers repeatedly hit right where you need it. âIâmâŠnot protected.â
He moans. Loudly, before huffing out an irritated groan.
âYou must really want it then.â He narrows his eyes at you. âGoing out all the time trying to get fuckedââÂ
He plunges his fingers in again, deep, and holds them there as he pulls back to look at you. To really look at you, then he glares.
âYouâd really let just some fucking dude give you a baby?âÂ
You repeatedly shake your head.Â
âNo!â You retort, thrusting your hips up. âI justââ
âMhm,â He pulls his fingers out now, sliding himself down so fast that you can barely comprehend him sucking your clit into his mouth before pulling back in a moan at the taste of you. âIf mama wants another, daddy will give her one.â He says now, as if to pacify you.
As if to give you everything.Â
And youâd argue, really, you would. You want another child so bad, but this isâ itâs too soon. You havenât even established a relationship with him yet. Boundaries havenât been discussed. His college planâ but fuck itâs not entirely your fault that youâre like, super turned on by the idea of it. To the thought of being so filled with cum that thereâs no possible way you couldnât end up pregnant. An indication that, no matter what, no man at a club could fulfill the arousal for you even if they cared to do it.Â
Youâd never have let them actually fuck you raw.Â
Haechan thoughâŠhow can you keep telling him no?
How could you reject him again when you want it so badly?Â
Fuck now, think later.
âYeahââ You say against your better judgement, hands reaching down to his hair so you can grind up against his mouth, lost to the arousal as you mimic what he referred to himself as. âDaddy?â
You feel his mouth fall slack at that, as if youâre accepting him in full now. You feel your clit hit nothing in his open mouth, but it throbs harder.Â
 He knew you were slightly into him for letting him do this at all, but now, youâre truly accepting it. Like you know heâll fucking do it, like you want him to fucking do it.
âThatâs right,â He moans against your clit as he licks at it, barely able to comprehend your voice calling him that but clinging to it all the same. âGonna let daddy do it all for you.â Â
Yeah. You are. Youâre gonna let him do it. All of it.Â
And then, the room is enveloped in quiet moans, more from Haechan than from you due to your breath being stuck in your throat. His tongue, licking every part of your sensitive cunt, his hands reaching back up to your tits, fondling, pinching, painfully tugging at them as he moans louder, louder, louder for you to want him.
He presses his hips up and against your mattress as he tastes you, so deeply it hurts his cock to neglect it like this. Each rub feels raw, twitching and pulsing to be let out, to be inside of you, on you, against you. Filling you up with his cum, plugging it in as a promise that you canât leave him even if you wanted to.Â
Heâs going to fucking do exactly what he said he would.Â
And only when you feel his tongue lap against your hole do you finally release your breath, âDaddyâ coming out in a choked back sob. It breaks him, his body going into overdrive as he pulls back and justâ stares at you with wild eyes.Â
You stare back up at him, knowing that calling him that means something more than a cringe little roleplay kink. It means something deeper to him. He wants to be a dad, a real one.
âOh yeah?â He finally says, hands going straight to his button and zipper.Â
You canât help it, biting your lower lip as you blink up, watching his shoulders move, the veins on his arms protruding as he rushes to pull it out andâ oh. You moan at it, the way his heavy, slicked up, cock falls out, dark, needy.Â
âDaddyââ You urge him on, knowing that itâs driving him absolutely insane.Â
âMhm?â He shuffles himself off the bed, letting his pants drop as he lifts his shirt off of him and fucking glares at your tits. âYou want daddyâs cock?â Â He adds now, shooting his eyes up to you as both of his hands land on your legs.
Your mind goes blank when you feel him slide his hands around to the back of your thighs, pushing your legs forward, curling you in on yourself, forcing your pussy to be out and on display for him.Â
And you watch him, the way he stares down at it. Itâs embarrassing to be so seen right now, not having expected to get fucked open by anyone tonight, let alone him. You probably should have shaved or something, or like, not gotten out of the habit in the first place. But he moans at it, mouth falling open at the fact that you are entirely a fucking woman.Â
A fucking mother.
The prettiest pussy heâs ever fucking seen let alone tasted.
And he moans, breaking the silence, forgetting only for a moment how long heâs been wanting this. It boosts your confidence more than youâve ever felt. His reaction to this is more than your ex husbandâs reaction to you when you were pristine and borderline pornstar quality.Â
Haechan doesnât see you as used and neglected, he just sees you. And this. This is the pussy he wants. This is what he wants to put his baby in.Â
When he flicks his eyes back to you, with that same open mouthed expression, it knocks the breath out of you. Thereâs so much love in his eyes, or maybe lust, you donât care. You think youâre matching that expression for him too, because itâs like he canât hold back anymore. He canât just sit and look at you anymore.Â
He just canât.
And you feel it, his thick head pushing past the tightened, pulsing hole and not stopping. He pushes in slowly, painfully slow, to the point youâre both looking at each other with a slack jaw. Finally. The pain of it, the pleasure, the fucking need youâve been trying to fulfill.Â
That look on your face drives him wild too, he knows he has you by now. You like it, you love the way he slides in and makes damn sure you feel it. Every second of the slide pries you open, and he wants to remember this moment forever. He wants you to fucking remember too.Â
Wants you to know that no one will ever fit inside of you so perfectly, so deeply.
When he finally bottoms out, he leans forward to keep himself buried deep as he ghosts his lips over yours. He feels the way you try to kiss him, but he pulls back with a confident smirk.Â
âWhen was the last time youâve felt a cock so deep in you?â He whispers hotly, knowing you need not answer. Knowing you wonât answer, not with the way youâre instantly lifting your head and kissing him.Â
Your pussy pulses around him when you lick into his mouth, the first real kiss sending his heart soaring. He twitches inside of you with each squeeze, and kisses you harder, deeper. And somehow, it brings tears to your eyes.Â
The way he kisses, the way he makes you feel him. Fuck, the way he makes you feel whole, so wanted, like youâre amazing to him. In more ways than just a body to fuck, but heâs stuck around despite all of your avoidance and rejections. You hope youâre making it worth it.Â
Fuck, you need to feel worth it to him.
âYouâd better not fucking pull out.â You groan through a breath, his lips still kissing you through your words as he finally pulls his hips back, fucking in once.Â
Hard.
Honestly, could you have said anything else at this moment? Heâs trying to make this last, he needs it to last. If you keep fucking talking, saying everything heâs ever wanted to hearâÂ
âFuck,â  He moans, his hands moving up to your cheeks as he licks into your mouth. âYou canâtââ He continues, fucking in again, moving your body up with each thrust do to the sheer force of him trying to plunge in as deep as he can. âYou canât fucking say that to me right now.â
Youâre seeing stars though, unable to say anything else as your eyes roll back at the way the head of his cock practically kisses your cervix with each push into you. Heâs so rough, so desperate for it.Â
You donât think he expected you to respond either, with the way he keeps his lips on yours, his body pressed so closely that having your legs to your chest means nothing to him now. Mating press be damned, heâs lost his mind to the feeling, not the aesthetic of being a fucking dad.Â
Your legs wrap around him instead, and heâs all too happy to feel it. Your legs hug him the same way your arms do, the same way your pussy does, and heâs fucking in love with you.Â
He braces one hand back against your leg, holding it against his hips as he continues to fuck forward, still at the same pace. Deep and with purpose. Every few seconds the bursts of pleasure run through him, making him shiver and moan into your mouth. Little grunts, near whimpers for you to let him give you the world.Â
More than this. More than fucking, more than taking care of you, more than anything he could ever possibly give you. Heâll find a way.Â
And then, youâre clenching hard, matching his near-whimpers except moaning in full pants, babbling and drooling cries against his mouth.Â
âMamaââ Haechan soothes, continuing his pace as he tilts his head back to get a good look at that lost gaze in your eyes. âYouâre crying?â
You nod with a laugh, tears rolling down the same way the wet of your cunt slips down your ass. Youâve never felt so good, so fucking full. And for some reason, that does him in. Making it last be damned, he genuinely thinks heâs won you over. He can make it last next time, he can do more next time, he canâ
He leans back all the way now, onto his knees as your legs try to hug him back to you, and his eyes go straight back to those tits. The way he made a promise. The way they bounce, slick with his sweat from pressing against you.Â
âFuck, youâre so pretty.â He grunts in a breath, now quickening his pace and snapping his hips. Pulling out all the way briefly to plunge into your again. âCanât get any deeperââ He continues, flicking his eyes from your face, to your tits, to that beautiful pussy of yours swallowing him up.Â
Now his eyes roll back, hands going back to your thighs to push you back into position. No way in hell can he last, not at a pace like this, inside of a woman like you.Â
âDonât pull out.â You repeat again in a breath, seeing his face and the way he focuses solely on you. You know heâs going to cum, and you want him to. You want to feel it, every single fucking drop of it.Â
âYeah?â He nods his head with laser-focus on your pussy now, staring down as he points tight, short thrusts inside of you. âMomma wants my cum? Hm?â
Oh, heâs fucking gone.
âShe likes it?â He continues to talk himself up. âLikes being so fucking full of it? Yeah?âÂ
Goddamn, fuck, heâs insane.Â
âYes, daddyââ You whisper-shout, fingers shooting to your clit, other hand raising to your mouth to silence the moans as to not be too loud.Â
âFuck, yeah you do.â He lets out a near growl, his voice low and rumbled as he slaps your hand away, pressing hard on your clit with his thumb as he buries himself in you once more and stiffening his abs. âThatâs right.â
And instantly upon feeling him pulse, that first spurt of cum painting your insides, you lose yourself with him. Your fingers drop from your mouth and you release a pornographic moan for him, rutting yourself against him, as if to fuck it deeper into you.Â
It only prolongs the orgasm though, for both of you.Â
Haechan is silent, trying to keep his eyes open through the pleasure as you pulse and squirt around him, his thumb pressing so hard into your clit, his cock cumming so deep, filling you up so wellâ He wants to see it. Wants to watch you fall apart for him. Wants to witness the way you let him do this.Â
And he holds himself there, so hard and so full of pleasure for you. Keeping himself practically impaled against your cervix until your body falls slack. Still, he fucks it into you, holding you in place with a softer moan now. No longer guttural or deep from his chest. His breathing is rough, a soft, near feminine moan leaves his lips as he falls forward onto you.Â
You wince along with him at the sensitivity, panting, a sweating tangle of a mess the two of you have become. And itâs the fact that itâs the first time youâve ever gotten off at the same time as someone else. You feelâŠsoft.Â
Your hands find their way to his hair as his face squished against your tits while he regains breath, not daring to move his hips because your pussy is too warm to leave right now. You brush the sweat-slicked hair out of his eyes, running your fingers all the way back to his nap, and then slowly down his back to rub and scratch.
He shivers at the feeling, humming the same feminine-tone he had released previously. And all he can do is hear your heart thumping against your chest, even through these soft tits of a pillow heâs lying against.
Haechan never wants to move again, not from this spot, ever.Â
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âYou know Iâm in love with you, right?â Haechan mentions briefly after a long moment of silence, looking up at you with his wet hair.Â
Deep in the night, your food still cold and on the table, youâve found yourself freshly showered and on your living room couch with Haechanâs head on your lap. He made sure to have stayed long enough inside of you to implantâŠsomething if it was going to happen. So he didnât argue a shower, and you didnât argue letting him join you either.Â
He had washed you, gently running his hands between your legs with what you can only describe as the softest, most alluring face a man has ever given you. Like he won the lottery, or found the answer to eternal life or something. You repaid him by letting him admire your tits again while you jerked him off, but thatâs besides the point.Â
âLike, Iâm not going to leave. I hope you know that.â He adds with a soft groan to your hands still in his hair. His new favorite thing.Â
You look down at him, hand moving to his cheek as the words hit you in the chest.
Thereâs anxiety along with happiness, at all of the boundaries and serious conversations that will need to be had now, but still, you feel like youâre glowing when he looks at you.
He didnât even have to say it, and arguably you probably donât need to say it back either. You think he sees it in you. Even if he didnât, you think heâd take anything you give to him and cling to it. After all, it only took one time for you to break entirely for him.Â
âAre you now?â You smile with a chuckle, looking back to the tv and pretending to watch it. âWell, thatâs good. Otherwise Iâd be making you go get a plan B or something.âÂ
His eyes narrow at you.
âLike hell Iâd let you, even if I didnât love you.â He groans. âBut I do, so donât ever say that shit again.â
You chuckle, feeling the calm in your home that once felt so chaotic. Itâs quiet now, both inside and outside of your head.Â
âCongratulations, by the way.â
He looks at you with question, quirking a brow.
âFor finishing your finals, I mean.â You smile, going back to petting through his hair and feeling like youâre on top of the world, despite what you assume to become half of your world lying his head on top of you.Â
âOh, right.â He smiles, now turning his head to watch the tv. âI probably failed them.â
You donât believe that, but even if he did, you think you could be what he needs too. He wouldnât have to work if he didnât want to.
If heâs really in love with you, all heâd have to do isâŠnot leave.Â
âAre you sure you want to be having these conversations with me? You can just call it a hook-up.â You finally say, hoping he means it, knowing it breaks your heart a bit to give him an out. âI donât want you to feel like Iâm going to trap you here just because Iâm a little smitten too.âÂ
Haechan glares, blinking up at you.
âI literally just tried to put a baby in you.âÂ
Thatâs fair.Â
âAnd youâre not going to run off? Get cold feet?âÂ
âCan you stop doubting me and just let me do what I want for once?â He argues playfully. âDo you even know how much that barbie fucking dream house costed me? I couldnât run even if, for some stupid ass reason, wanted to. I love her too.â
Silence for a moment.
âMaybe even more than I love you.âÂ
You really, really, want to believe him.
So, you do.Â
#nct smut#nct dream smut#lee haechan smut#haechan smut#donghyuck smut#lee donghyuck smut#nct x reader
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đđđđ & đđđđđđ @multipleoccupancy
Violet was excited to hear that they were going to have a competition as well. She had seen both of them fight and had no doubt that they would do great with a crossbow. She glanced at Sloane, and a little shiver ran down her spine. She couldn't help it. He was tall and impressive, and with the crossbow in her hands, she thought about her own timeline, and... she pushed the image away.
"What a gentleman," teased Samantha as she took the crossbow Sloane was handing her. She held it in her hands carefully, trying to get a feel of the weight. It was lighter than she thought. All competitiveness aside, she didn't want to look ridiculous! She hoped to hit at least one can.
"Have fun!" Violet exclaimed, still unaware that Samantha took these sorts of things very seriously -too seriously, in fact. But she had a little bit of a hint when Samatha tried to shove Theo away -he had already stepped away, and Violet followed him.
With the sheets of paper in hand, they could step away from the stage and sit in the audience. "I think they want you to be close to Orion," Violet said, feeling a little bit guilty. She could see how disappointed he was. "I bet you're amazing with a gun, and that she would feel much safer with you next to her." Violet did believe it, though she was also trying to cheer him up.
She raised her eyebrows. "Does she?" Samantha was always so cheerful and positive, she couldn't imagine her being competitive. And yet, Theo's words were quickly proven right when a cry of victory erupted behind them. It seemed Samantha had shot and hit one of the cans. "In your face!" she exclaimed, a finger pointed in Sloane's direction, "I'm going to wipe the floor with you."
"Oh. I see what you mean," admitted Violet, looking rather surprised -and a little bit shocked.
Sloane knew full well what he was potentially walking into with Samantha but he had a plan, he just hoped she would hit some of the cans and so would not get too competitive with him. He overheard as Killian and Violet talked about their winnings and smiled. "We have time for that. Orion and I are going to get some practice in with the crossbow too, just in case." He explained as he oh so gently took the crossbow from Killian's hand. He relinquished it, of course he did, Sloane was taking it from him!
Once he had it in hand he gestured for Samantha to join him with a smile. "Ladies first," he offered as he handed her the crossbow. "I'll just put the cans back up," he explained, not even thinking twice that he would be putting himself in the line of fire if he went to do that, Samantha and Killian had his complete trust as he went to correct the cans. "You two can draw in the meantime?" He suggested, knowing they had time enough to do so.
Theo turned to Samantha, "You'll do great," he told her under his breath, "maybe as good as me." He then added on with quite a brotherly tease, riling her up a little and making sure to side step so he could avoid any playful and competitive kick back from Samantha. Turning his attention to Violet with a smile instead.
"I guess you did better in their eyes," he said as he moved to go and steal some paper from off stage, script rejections and the like. "Guess you're the archer," he wasn't too disappointed he had missed out, having to trust whatever silent message Sloane had given him with the hand on his shoulder. "But Orion is right, you're the ace here." He handed her some paper and a pencil, "We'd best get off the stage to do this, Orion... well, she gets very serious about these things." There was some space in the auditorium at least.
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đRandom JJK Men Headcanons!đ
Creds to @cafekitsune for all dividers!!
Masterlist
NSFW CONTENT UP AHEAD!!
Includes: Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong (Maybe more characters in the future! Recommend some nâ they might be up here next!âŠjust no minors pls unless itâs for fluff đđ)
Not rlly proofread so Iâm sorry for any mistakes!!!
Kento Nanami
âą Would definitely be a whiner, especially when itâs time to get up in the morning, âMmm..darlingggâŠâ, his grip on your waist becoming tighter. âJust five more minutes.. pretty pleaseâŠ?â, how could you possibly deny your sweet husband?
âą Kento will always help you with your hair if needed and is always good at it (You donât know this, but every night while your sleeping, he watches YouTube videos on how to style curly hair in cute styles he knows youâd like).
âą Rarely ever cries to you since he doesnât want you stressing out over him. When he did cry, however, youâd be sure to have him lay on your lap and softly coo at him until he falls asleep.
âą Will be the cook of the house. Sure, heâd let you cook a few meals from time to time, but he would prefer cooking for you instead of vice versa. (His food ALWAYS ended up delicious)
âKento let me cook for tonight please! You cook all the timeee!â You whine as youâre being dragged back to the living room by your husband.
âPlease, my love, sit down. I want you to relax this evening.â Kento kisses you on your forehead as he sits you down on the couch. âDinner will be ready in a few, okay?â
âTomorrow night Kento, I will be cooking.â You say with a pout on your face, and Kento canât help but let out a chuckle.
âWhatever you say, sweetheart.â
âą When one of your favorite songs of all time play on the car radio, youâd scream the lyrics, eventually luring Kento in to sing with you. He probably wouldnât know half of the songs you listen to, but heâll still sing with you if it makes you happy.
âą Never calls you by your name unless something serious is going on. Will always call you baby, sweetheart, darling, love, or honey. (Ex. âLove, if you donât mind, could you get me a sandwich from that bakery I always go to?â âHoney, youâre always so good to me, I love you so much.â)
âą Speaking of which, he loves it when you call him sweetie, Ken, or even if you refer to him as âyour manâ. He gets hard just thinking about it.
âą Heâs definitely a little pervert. Whenever youâre out the house for a lengthened period of time, heâd use the opportunity to steal multiple pairs a pair of your used underwear and jack off to it in your shared bedroom, making sure to leave his cum right in the center of your panties. Little did he know, however, the cameras in your house caught every second of it.
âą Kento would absolutely love to be dominated by you. Just the thought of you riding him and fucking him with your strap until thereâs tears rolling down his face just does something to him.
âą Heâll beg and whimper to you at any point during sex, the way he looks so pathetic as soon as you have him in your grasp is something indescribable and makes you want more. âMmhâbabyyyyâhaahâoh godddâIâm gonna cumm-â
âL-Love pleaseâplease let meââ
âOoohhhhâcanât hold it b-back, d-darling-â
âą We all know this man is an absolute king when it comes to aftercare. Giving you a minute to rest, he goes to your kitchen and brews up some chamomile tea. Afterwards, he runs a warm bath with some rose petals which he knows you like.
Toji Fushiguro
âą Isnât very good at communication due to being raised in nothing but an abusive household. Knowing this, you help him every step of the way, and he canât help but look at you with hearts in his eyes.
âąHeâll hit you with a dad joke at the most random and unexpected times. You could both be showering together and heâd be talking about some, âWhat do you call two ducks and a cow? Quackers and milk.â Theyâll always make you laugh, though.
âą Expect Toji to tease you 24/7. For example, if youâre wearing a bonnet, best believe heâs snatching it off as soon as you walk past him, laughing and holding it over his head as youâre trying to take it back.
-SWOOP- All you feel now is a breeze on the top of your head instead of your trusty bonnet. âToji I swear to God if you donât stop snatching my bonnet thereâs gonna be problems.â You turn to face the man who now has your leopard print bonnet in his big hand.
âOh please girl,â you hated the way he mirrored your sass. (You didnât) âYâr not gonna do a thing to me.â He chuckled, now putting your bonnet on his head.
âTojiiiii youâre gonna stretch it outtt!â You groaned and hit his chest, yet Toji doesnât pay you any mind.
âBabyyyyy,â He mimics you, âIâll give it back under one condition.â
You sigh, knowing the exact condition.
âJusâ gimmie a kiss, and the bonnet is all yours.â
âą His usual go-to of pet names would include: Doll, babe, baby, ma, brat, and princess (Ex. âBabe, you wanna come to this new restaurant with me? Heard they had some good steak.â âQuit beinâ such a little brat.â âYâlook so damn pretty, doll.â).
âą Toji brags to his best friend Shiu all about you, much to his annoyance. He boasts about how pretty you are, how smart you are, how big your ass is, and how lucky he is to have you.
âą He absolutely loves the way you treat his five year old son, Megumi. You treat the boy as if heâs your own, and Toji canât help but smile until his cheeks are sore, and even then he wouldnât stop smiling.
âą This man cannot cook for shit. The only cooking heâs doing would be making toast with butter or ordering takeout.
âą Heâd definitely eat you out of a house and home and take a fat nap afterwards, though. His portions of food would be enough to feed three people. Living with him, youâd have to go food shopping every two days.
âą Though heâd never admit it, Toji loves hugs and how you smother him will all kinds of affection. Heâd act all annoyed and tough and claim he doesnât like it, but deep down you both know he eats it up every single time.
âąExpect to see dirty gym socks and other clothing attire scattered across your shared bedroom. Youâll tell him to stop acting like a pig and clean up after himself, but itâll go in one ear and straight out the other.
âą Toji has such a praise kink. Whenever the words âgood boyâ or any other compliment leaves your pretty lips, itâs like he canât think for himself anymore.
âą He loves, loves, loves, having sex in missionary position with you. He loves being so close to you, being able to smell your special scent, and whisper in your ears, âLook howâfuckâlook how messy this pretty pussy is for me, ma.â
âYâr taking my cock so fucking well, baby.â
âLove ya so fucking much, yâknow that? HahâshitâYeah, yâknow that.â while heâs absolutely demolishing your insides. Donât get him wrong, the man loves tons of sex positions, but missionary will always be his first pick.
âą He may not look the part, but Toji whimpers and moans like crazy when heâs about to cum. âHnghhâooohhhhâfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckââ
âą When he cums, expect a bunch of it. Itâs so much that it leaks out of your throbbing cunt and onto the light pink bed sheets, leaving a puddle.
âą His kind of aftercare would be licking your clit, ridding it of any leftover cum. Afterwards, heâd give you a water bottle and massage any aching body parts. Heâd then order some of your favorite take out and youâd both eat it together while watching some corny dad show he found on tv.
Shiu Kong
âą You have this man wrapped around your pretty finger. Heâll spoil you rotten. He couldnât possibly think of saying no to his princess, especially when he has the money to get you whatever you want.
âą You will never find yourself in a position where you need to lift a finger whenever heâs around. Youâll get nothing but royalty treatment.
âą Shiu absolutely hates it whenever youâre around Toji. He knows Toji wouldnât do anything, but seeing you even look at him gets on his nerves.
âą You wake up to the smell of some freshly cooked bacon and eggs (or whatever else youâd favor) due to him. His day will literally be ruined if he isnât able to cook for you.
âą Whenever you want your hair and nails done, Shiu will give you the money, plus a little extra so you can get yourself something nice.
âą Your car will definitely end up smelling like his cigarettes mixed with his signature cologne after a while.
âą You practically beg him to teach you a few words in Korean (mostly curse words) since you claims he sounds so sexy speaking it.
âCome onnnnnn,â you whine, following Shiu around the house as he carries the clean laundry in a basket. âJust one word, please?â
âIâve already said a word, princess, donât you remember that?â He stops in his tracks and turns to face you.
âOkayâwellâone more!â you pout and cross your arms.
âDonât do that,â Shiu chuckles, then sighs contently. âHow could I ever say no to you, beautiful?â Your eyes light up and a big smile is displayed on your face.
âìŹëíŽì, ìì.â He whispers in your ear and leaves a kiss on your cheek.
âWhatâs that mean??â
âIt means I love you, pretty.â He cups your face with two hands. You canât help but giggle and leave a kiss on his lips.
âą Like Kento, Shiu wouldnât call you by your name at all. He hasnât called you by your name ever since you two first met. Sometimes you wonder if he even knows your name (he does). The names he calls you are: Doll face, love, princess, pretty, beautiful, bunny (Ex. âDid yâwant this necklace, princess?â âLetâs go out to eat, doll face.â âYou can take it, bunny, canât you? Yes you can.â).
âą Every morning, his head is found in between your legs, licking and sucking at your clit. Every time you try to push his head away due to overstimulation, he says âCome on, pretty, mâjust eating some breakfast, gimmie a minute.â
âą This man is extremely weak for head. His breathy moans only get louder as heâs getting closer and closer to his climax. âOhh f-fuckâmy loveâs-sâcloseââ
âYâr sucking sâgood prettyâmmhâso fucking good-â
âą Heâll immediately return the favor by stuffing your sobbing pussy with his fat cock, thrusting in an unforgiving pace. âH-Hahâyou h-hear that? Yâhear how sheâsâshitâpurring for me l-love?â
âI know you can take it bunny, I know you canâooohhh ffffuckkkk-â
âą After heâs done with you, he kisses your forehead and wipes you down with a warm damp towel. He then massages your plump thighs and kisses your face a bit more. When youâre finally asleep, he goes out to your balcony for a quick smoke.
#jjk kento#jjk nanami#kento nanami#nanami kento#nanami x reader#nanami kento x reader#kento x reader#nanami fluff#nanami smut#nanami x y/n#jjk toji#fushiguro toji x reader#zenin toji#toji zenin#toji x y/n#toji fluff#toji smut#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#kong shiu#jjk shiu#shiu kong#shiu x y/n#shiu fluff#shiu smut#shiu x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk fluff#jjk x y/n
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TF2 ISSUE 7 SPOILERS //
Alright alright I know everyones going crazy over the ending of the comic (I am too) but I don't see this moment talked about enough and how beautifully done it is.
We start with the Administrator: The man who took everything from her is finally dead. She reigns victory. She is now living alone in peace, leaving flowers for each and every gravestone that was left before Zepheniah Mann's passing. The gravestones left before him are carved out beautifully, time and effort put into each and every one of them. The Administrator even lays out the roses so they look like they're grown out around the gravestones.
And here we have Zepheniah Mann's grave. A slab of rock with only his initials carved into it. The other gravestones are large, extravagant, and have their full names carved into them. Zepheniah's remains small; little thought put into it.
The gravestone wasn't even for him in the first place. It was for whichever of his son's died first, whichever one failed him. He himself didn't put much care into the gravestone, so why should he deserve anything better? In the end, he was treated the way he treated others. He was the failed son.
The Administrator leaves the stems of the roses out for him. She just places them there, no thought put into it seemingly. But there is SO much thought in this very moment. She had everything planned out from the very beginning.
Every day, she watched as the man grew older and older. She was there for his passing, and as far as we can tell, she caused his death. She leaves out roses for each and every grave, except for his. She leaves the stems. To her, he doesn't deserve the flower, he deserves the thorns. They aren't placed with care like the other flowers had been, they are simply put down. She gives him exactly what he deserves.
The atmosphere has suddenly lost that beautiful lighting and vibrant colours, the sky has become more gray and dreary. The Administrator is waking up more devastated, putting less time and effort into her daily life. The stems are turning brown, wilting under her eyes. She cares less. She seems relatively unaffected by the things around her. She gets stung by a bee, but doesn't seem to care. However that last panel says everything. She's growing tired of doing the same thing day in and day out. The cycle of depression is a tiring one. Soon enough you realize: is it even worth it? After all of this, after I finally got the one thing I wanted. But what now?
The scene is now almost completely devoid of colour. The weather is gloomy, and the Administrator looks like she has been bedridden for a while. She has taken the gravestone into her bedroom, now having to wake up to the reminder that he's dead and gone, she got what she wanted. But at what cost? There's nothing left to do anymore. She set herself out for one goal and one goal only her entire life. What was the point anymore?
There's so much to unpack in these panels, I doubt I've even scraped the surface of this. She's lost all emotion, the next few panels showing that she doesn't believe there's a point in living anymore. It's a terrifying thought, setting your entire life up to do one specific thing, getting that thing done, and then having nothing else left to live for. It's such a well-done portrayal of how depression can destroy you from the inside out.
Revenge is sweet, but it has a bitter aftertaste.
#trypo.txt#trypo-p#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 comics#tf2 7th comic#tf2 comic 7#tf2 administrator#cw sui mention#comic analysis#character analysis#zepheniah mann#tf2 spoilers
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Alexey Luchin, former Ice Pick Lodge employee, has commented to support the allegations against Dybowski, giving more insight and making additional accusations regarding grooming, physical and emotional abuse.
One of the most noteworthy things is his claims about Dybowski's current relationship with IPL. According to Luchin, Dybowski has not cut any ties with IPL or vice versa, and is only claiming that to avoid alimony payments:
Nikolay formally removed himself from the company (IPL) in a legal sense, in order to avoid paying adequate alimony. The payments on the screenshots are as low as 100$, which isn't nearly enough. [...] He's still working, the maneur [sic] is only to avoid alimony. Though I must say, these days the team is "carrying" him mostly. New Ice-Pick Lodge is great, there are lots of motivated people who gre up on old Ice-Pick games and are doing their very best!
Full comment thread here.
I will also post his comments below, for those who may not have or wish to visit Reddit. Special thanks to user Winterlings for asking follow-up questions, and of course a massive applause to Luchin for being willing to share this under his own name.
As a former colleague (I worked on Pathologic 1, The Void, Cargo, and a bit of uncredited work on Pathologic 2), I am sad to confirm, that this is most likely true. There is a link to follow the ongoing court considering the child alimony payments, and it looks like there will be another one, considering recent occusations. (As link to Russian websites are banned, see original source in the mod comment. You will need a VPN to go further down the first link in the post to see the court progress, or use google translate on that link to bypass the need for VPNs) I know Nikolay well, from at least 2006, and unfortunatelly his "misbehaviours" have been an open secret for a long time, on which I didn't comment for two reasons. One - he is not the studio, and isn't involved much in development since The Void - do NOT take out your anger on the talanted and good people working of Pathologic 3. Second - I've been kind of a coward, until I've learnt in 2018 or so, that a girlfriend of mine was also groomed by him, while we were still dating, and since then I broke all ties with Nikolay. He has been a raging, violent and erratic alcoholic, a sociopath and a pathological liar all these years. I personally know at least 10 people who he harmed directly in relation to public accusations (but it's their stories to tell, not mine). He is a manipulative sociopath, that is very good with words, another reason why these stories only surfaced now. The reason I'm speaking up right now is because I figured that after the last ephebophilia and grooming accusations, that cost him his job as a univercity teacher, and danger of going to court, he would change his ways. But things have gotten worse and more rotten since then. There isn't a reliable "reputation institution" in Russian gamedev, but it must start at some point. I believe the best path for Nikolay would be to leave Ice-Pick Lodge to not tarnish their reputation with his own fuckups, and leave the current studio to work as is - they're doing a great job on Pathologic 3, and they once again should NOT be harrassed for a single person's misdeeds.
When asked about identity verification:
I'm easily googlable by my handle, my name is Alexey "The LxR" Luchin. Though my work is uncredited on both Pathologics ironically, but also I'm falsely credited on Knock-Knock, which I haven't worked on. Anyhow, it'll be easy to find me in the credits for The Void and Cargo and by traces of my active participation in building the early game communities on the forums. :) Also possibly another colleague of mine in this thread may verify that it is indeed me, though I'd understand if they wish to remain anonymous.
Whether or not we as a community should hold IPL as a company responsible for this in some way, or go through with some financial boycott, I am leaning more and more towards at the very least requiring some kind of statement. Not only because of what Dybowski has done in his personal life, although that's more than bad enough, but because this crosses the line into actively having an impact on the dev team, the games, and in turn the community. I want to be able to know that this is something they take seriously and that Dybowski is gone, before I give them more money. But that is just my stance, and any nuanced take is of course welcome.
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I'm gonna try and be charitable here, which is not something you have done to me so far. Please read the first sentence again. Does your vision for deradicalizing right wing men "begin AND end with other men telling them that that is gross and to stop it"? This posts starts with an if/then statement. If the "if" does not apply to you. The "then" does not apply to you.
Like, this is a response to a very specific idea, one that was plastered all over every social media environment I consume after the US election. The idea was that clearly, since Trump had done better among men, and since misogynistic men don't listen to women, feminist men needed to do their damn jobs and fix men. If they had been doing their jobs already, Harris would have won. Women will (because this was largely coming from radical feminist voices) just haaaave to go full separatist and abandon the project until men had sorted themselves out.
The idea I am railing against here is that men are some monolithic group, wherein feminist men can...pull rank? Peer pressure Trump voters? The idea I am criticizing is one that thinks that "men" and "The patriarchy" are synonyms and if women are looking around in feminist spaces and seeing men who claim to be allies, then they are clearly lying because if they were really feminists they would have gotten their whole gender in line by now.
If you also think that those ideas are dumb, then we are already in agreement. I am not pointing out how difficult this is because I don't think that it's important to try anyway, I'm pointing this out because plenty of people are saying things about how to change men's minds that betray complete ignorance of how patriarchal social structures between men actually operate. Both because a lot of women trust women's read on how men think more than men telling them how men think, and because they are not interested in changing men's minds. They are radfems, pouncing on a very shocked, hurt, and scared population and trying to use the situation to push gender essentialism.
I do, absolutely, do everything I can to push men I know in a less hateful direction. It doesn't do much. But hey, maybe it's doing something. Maybe when I tell my coworker that believing "men and women are just good at different things" is totally incompatible with the clear respect he has for the two female carpenters he works with, it makes him think twice the next time he flips out about trans people after listening to a podcast. I do that sort of thing. I do not just smile and nod. What I am saying is that the current worldwide scourge of misogynistic fascism on the rise is not because your personal male friend is only pretending to be a feminist to hang out with you. He does not, actually, have the ability to mind control every misogynist in the country.
If your vision for the deradicalization of right-wing men begins and ends with "other men telling them that that's gross and to stop it" then I'm sorry, you do not understand how masculinity works.
"Men who hold patriarchal status" and "men who are feminists" are two groups who overlap less than you want them to. I'm sorry. That's not solely because men are so happy with patriarchal status that they don't want to risk it by policing misogyny/queerphobia/racism, It's because being misogynistic, queerphobic, and racist, end expressing other forms of toxic masculinity(and often abusively so) are part of how people establish and maintain patriarchal status. The men who have the ability to stop this via nothing but peer pressure are the very people who are doing it. That's by design. And engaging in feminist intervention is, in and of itself, usually the abrupt end of that status and its associated power to persuade misogynistic men.
Like, I have worked in blue collar jobs as a notably queer person. It was pretty much a constant deluge of verbal abuse. In my experience, most blue collar work environments are exploitative, abusive, and bigoted, and very gleefully so. On the occasions I have spoken up about someone saying something that was super fucking out of line (asking me which of the girls walking by was hottest. We were installing a portable classroom at a middle school), believe it or not, they completely failed to be shamed! Because nobody else on the crew gave a fuck. *I* was the weird one. They ghosted me. A full blown company ghosted me. I suddenly didn't have a job anymore because they just straightforwardly stopped telling me where the next job site was.
Like, this doesn't mean that it's your job to do it, but this vision you have of these big groups of men where everyone is on the fence and there is precisely one shit stirrer who can be shut down by a brave feminist man who can single handedly set the example for all these other guys...you are high. You are describing an "everybody clapped" level absurd scenario. Most of these truly virulent misogynistic guys either have zero friends, because, you know, our society is atomized to fuck, or they are in a group where the feminist guy is actually the weirdo who can be shut down and ostracized much, much easier than the misogynists, because there is no such thing as a man misogynists respect who stands up for women.
You might be saying "well, we're talking about longstanding personal relationships, actually. Like, they need to have to want to spend time with you and then, as a side effect, you can mind control them out of being a threat to us."
Problem with that being:
1: Many feminist men also have no friends, see the atomized society above.
2: Feminist men already stopped hanging out with men who make rape jokes because why the fuck would we want to spend time with them.
3: That isn't just because we respect women so hard. We are in many cases talking about men who are also deeply queerphobic, heirarchical, violent and abusive to other men. What initially drew me to feminism and women was a lack of heirarchical squabbling and constant bullying, and the ability to be openly queer. A lot of men who came to feminism did so because they knew that the patriarchy was not a place they would find success or acceptance. These are not the men who are gonna be able to change right wing minds.
4. Men do not view themselves as a monolith. There is no universal brotherhood of men. The actual meaning of the term "Fragile masculinity" is that men are constantly expected to prove that they are deserving of the status of being a member of their own gender. There are large swathes of men--including most of the men who you'd look to as examples of good, feminist men who you want to undertake this project--who are considered failed men, sissies, f****ts, soyboys, ect. They are. Not. Going. To. Convince. These. Men. Of. Jack. Shit. Much less successfully *shame* them. Jesus.
I know all of this sucks. I know it would be cool to be able to just point at a group and have them be responsible for the work. But nah. It's gonna have to be a societal project, one that will probably outlast all of us. Sorry. The thing you want these men to do is, absolutely, the morally correct thing to do. But presuming that it would be effective is, and once again I am so sorry about this, just ignorance of how these social groups function.
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Guilty | sibilance. 3
synopsis âł â after months you see Wonwoo at the annual party. lines are crossed, accusations are made and just after, your colleague voices out a crazy proposition.â
pairing âł lawyer fem!reader x rich badboy!wonwoo (ft. Jeonghan)
genre âł angst, smut, drama
word count âł 4.5k + 900(patreon bonus)
warnings âł cursing, toxic ex vibes, slight love triangle, rough sex, unprotected intercourse, dom!wonwoo, big dic!wonwoo, messy makeouts, dirty talk, degradation, cream pie, no aftercare, so much drama.
previous chapter
The weather is misty today. Winter has passed quickly over the past three months, and now spring is starting to ease the chill from the air. Yet, you still feel just as tired, if not more so than before.
A break is an imminent necessity, but you will not be getting any until you wrap up your current case. It is a huge one, viral on social media due to its scandalized nature, but most importantly, your client and his opponent are extremely exhausting. It is like managing toddlers, and you are ever so grateful that Jeonghan is also handling this case with you.
It is a particularly sensitive case because your client is the owner of the biggest textile company in the country and also, Chairman Jeonâs good friend, Mr Kim. Last month, he married his daughter off to another huge chaebol family in the country and the issue began with the catering service for the wedding, owned by Mr Kimâs ex business partner and current rival. The guests all got food poisoning right in the middle of the ceremony and the bride had an allergic reaction, throwing Mr Kim into a fit as he claimed it to be an attempted murder to get revenge on him.
Things have been chaotic since then, keeping you on your toes.
Despite being snowed under your work, a particular rumour floating around the Jeon Corporation caught your attention and has been a constant form of distraction ever since you heard it.
Word on the street says that Chairman Jeon is set to announce a new CEO at the annual party of the company taking place this weekend and apparently, one candidate is his own son and the other is a completely new hire. Six months ago you would have laughed at the rumour of the Chairmanâs son, Wonwooâ who you know personally, taking over the company but now, you can say nothing for sure.
It has been nearly three months since you last saw him, partly due to your hectic schedule and also due to the lack of work at Jeon Corporation. Since you have not visited the headquarters recently, you have not been tortured by the sight of that infuriating man but you have to admit that thoughts of Wonwoo have been plaguing your mind. They pop up randomly in your head and you hate your mind for betraying you like that.
You are supposed to move on. And it was not even an actual relationship so why are you still thinking about that stupid, spoiled brat?
âYour drink.â Jeonghan places your coffee on your desk, snapping you out of your reverie. You turn from the window in front of which you were standing and walk back to your desk, taking a sip of your latte with a grateful smile. âI still cannot believe you got my order exactly right on the first try. Thank you.â
It is truly insane. A month ago one day, as your work started piling up, you stopped taking your usual coffee breaks and instead asked Jeonghan to grab you something, forgetting to mention how you like your coffee. Unbelievably, when you tried what he brought for you, you were astounded to the point of silence.
Turns out you and his sister have very similar tastes so he got lucky with that.
âYou are most welcome.â Jeonghan smiles, throwing a cheeky wink at you. âJust knock on my door if you need anything.â
âWill do.â You pause for a moment. Just as he is about to close the door behind him, you call, âJeonghan, youâre attending the party this weekend, right?â
The man steps back into your office. âYes. Actually, I am glad that you brought it up.â
You wait, looking at him expectantly.
âWould you be my date for the evening?âÂ
You smile. âGladly.â Everyone you know already has a plus one so you were dreading showing up alone. As always, Jeonghan has come to the rescue.
âI am honoured.â Jeonghan smiles, his eyes crinkling beautifully. âI was worried Mr. Pi would ask me to be his plus one. I mean it was either going to be you or me.â
You snort a burst of laughter. âI know, right? But he will not get off our backs when he figures out weâre coming together. You know he has that weird obsession of pairing us together like a couple.â
Suddenly, Jeonghanâs face grows serious.âThat isnât a bad idea, you know.â
A soft sigh falls from your lips.
âYou should move on from him. It has been long enough, donât you think?â
âI am over him,â you reply, almost defensively. âListen, if there is one thing I have learned, it is, not to date where you work.â
Jeonghan chuckles softly. âOffice romance is quite fun you know.â
You arch a teasing brow. âSomeone seems experienced.ââ The man smiles secretively before stepping closer to the door, pulling it open with one hand. âJust giving you a heads up, you havenât seen me in a suit yet.â
âI see you in a suit every day, Jeonghan.â You sass.
The man rolls his eyes. âYou know what I mean. A proper three piece suit. A tuxedo. Prepare to have your mind blown.â He shakes his palms for dramatic effect.
You sip your coffee. âMhm, stop pestering me now. I have so much work to do.â
The man flashes a smile before pulling the door closed.
You still have a grin lingering on your lips as you open your files and start skimming through them.
â
On Saturday night, Jeonghan is in front of your house sharply at 7.
You rush to the door as you receive his text, putting on your heels and scrambling to get your purse and phone.Â
You are going to be late but hey, at least you will be fashionably late.Â
Buying this emerald green dress impulsively six months ago was not a bad idea, you now realize, because you love how the dress fits you. With your hair and makeup done, it is almost a completely new you and you may have taken too long admiring yourself in the mirror.
Jeonghanâs jaw goes slack as he watches you step out of your apartment building. His expression makes you laugh and you cannot help but shake your head at his overexaggeration.Â
âWow,â his eyes move up and down as he steps closer to you. âFucking hell. You look absolutely stunning.â
Shyly you avoid his gaze. âThank you. Youâre not too bad yourself.â You gesture towards him, waving your hand up and down his height. The coffee-coloured three piece suit is truly a fabulous compliment to his brushed back blond hair.
The man shakes his head. âYou were the one who should have given me a heads up. I have the prettiest woman in the party as my date.â
This man sure has a way with his words.
âI can see why you are such a successful lawyer, Mr. Yoon.â You saunter past him. âLetâs get going now. Weâre already late.â
âYes madam,â he rushes past you to hold open the car door, making you smile.
â
The venue is crowded when you arrive.
It takes no more than five minutes for your colleagues to spot the two of you and five more minutes later, you are graced by Mr. Piâs holy presence. He gushes over the two of you and when Jeonghan escapes the conversation by saying heâll get drinks for you, Mr. Pi corners you.
âAre you sure you are not dating our dear Mr. Yoon?â
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. âNo, Mr. Pi. Come on now, let it be.â
He hums and then nods thoughtfully, pushing his sunglasses up his nose bridge.
Who knows why he is wearing that indoors and at night.
âI understand,â the man rubs his chin slowly and seriously as if he is pondering the most critical issue of life. âOur chairmanâs handsome son left a lasting impression on you.â
Even before you realise it, a soft, almost wistful sigh escapes your lips. âCan we not talk about him? At least not here?â
Mr. Pi looks at you from above his sunglasses, âThis is the place to talk about him. Tonight people will talk about him.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâll see.â
Wait, what?
âMr. Piââ You reach out for him but he spots an old colleague and walks over to him, ignoring you with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Right then, Jeonghan is back with two flutes of champagne in his hands. You snatch one from him and immediately gulp it down. Then, you narrow your eyes at him. âNice job, jerk. Leaving me alone with him.â
The man cheekily shrugs his shoulder, unable to fight off the knowing smile blooming on his lips. Grinning at you, he sips his champagne.Â
With a shake of your head, you go around the room accompanied by Jeonghan, mingling with old and new faces. The stage is being set up for the upcoming speeches by the top executives of the company. The closing speech will, of course, be Chairman Jeonâs. The grand hall room increasingly grows crowded as you finish two more glasses of champagne while socialising, everyone eager to hear the big announcement.
âI think you have drunk enough for now.â Jeonghan blocks your hand when you reach for the fourth glass as a waiter passes by. You pout, âOh come on. Socialising takes a lot of energy. I cannot talk to these boring people about boring things on a Saturday night while being sober.â
A scoff of amusement comes from him and he opens his mouth to say something but his vision shifts, focusing on something behind you. His expression changes and you turn your head back to see what he is looking at.
Not what. Who.
Wonwoo stands a few feet behind you, looking unfairly stunning. The contrast of his black blazer against his crisp white shirt is stunning and with sharp features and his hair brushed back, he is a scene stealer.
He, however, seems not to attract attention as he remains on the edge of the hall room, near where the lights are dimmer. As your eyes meet his and the raging beat of your heart loudens, he holds your gaze before taking quick steps towards you.
Within a couple of seconds, he is right in front of you.Â
âWe need to talk. Privately.â He says, his posture slightly rigid, and he looks around the room as if making sure no one sees him.
You donât have much time to process his words as he ushers you away by tugging your wrist. You look back at Jeonghan almost helplessly and the man gives you an understanding nod. âIâll be here, donât worry.â
You are quickly rushed out of the grand room and pulled down a hallway at the end of which there are a few private rooms. Wonwoo pulls you inside and shuts the door behind you.
The room is messy and if you are not wrong, it seems to be his dressing room.
In your mind, an equation starts to form as you take everything in.
Finally, your eyes land on Wonwoo after scouring the room and you find him looking at you attentively.
There is a hard lump in your throat that you have to swallow.
âHi.â The man says quietly, almost shyly.
âIt has been a while,â you murmur as a greeting, trying to keep your voice as flat as possible.Â
âWay too long,â he replies, his voice much quieter as he enunciates each word slowly and carefully. You wonder if it is your mind playing tricks on you or if the depth of his eyes just increased tenfold.
Whatever, you cannot let yourself get caught up in this again. The tension in the air is thickening by the second.
âWhy did you bring me here?â You avoid his eyes, your gaze settling on the skin peeking from underneath his shirt as the two buttons are undone.
âRight.â Wonwoo blinks as if breaking out of a trance. âI wanted to tell you something. I meanâŠit will be announced later but I thought you out of all people should hear it from me first.â
The way he speaks, his eyes skirting around, his hands fidgety tells you what the news is. You voice it out for him. âYou are taking over the company?â
You see his pupils widen. After a moment's pause, he says. âYes.â
Hm. He is dressed too fancy to attend as a mere employee anyway.
You are proud of him for sure. He has grown as a person since you last saw him. But at the same time, there is dread in the pit of your stomach. With him now taking over the company, there is no escaping him. You will be seeing him, whether you like it or not.Â
âCongratulations.â You hum. âI appreciate you informing me separately but it wasnât necessary. We donât have any personal contact. I am just another employee, JeonâŠChairman Wonwoo.â
Wonwoo looks at you with surprise and you wonder if it is your icy demeanour that makes him frown.
âStillâŠI have to thank you. You had a huge part to play in getting me here.â
Oh really?
For a brief moment, your mind flashes back to earlier this year when you were seeing each other. The late night talks about his future with the company. You find yourself wondering how he managed to earn his fatherâs trust so quickly because you remember him telling you his father would never let him take over. Due to his unrefined behaviors, of course. But it seems that he has grown out of them which is good for him.
âI better get going. Jeonghan is probably waiting for me.â You step towards the door but Wonwoo grabs your upper arm, pulling you back with a gentle tug.
âDo you not miss me? Not one bit?â His voice is so thick with emotion that it feels foreign to you. Like his, your throat closes up, and you hate how a few words from him make tears burn in the back of your eyes.
âIt doesnât matter. Just letââ
âIt does! There is something else I have to tell you.â
âI donât care!â You yell, jerking yourself free from his hold. âYou can not act all familiar after so long. We are not like that anymore! Why canât you understand?â
In the semi darkness of the room, you see his eyes glimmer.Â
The very next moment he is kissing you.
And you are kissing him back.Â
Just for tonight, you tell yourself as your resolve slips. You are going to give in just tonight. Just one last time. You truly donât have it in you to turn away from him now, from his warmth, touch, and embrace when this is what you have been longing for the past few months.
Maneuvering your body with his, he pins you against the wall, trapping you with ease. And tonight, there is nowhere you want to escape to.
"I missed you." He whispers like a mantra, devouring your mouth like a starved man. He trails kisses down your jaw as his hands remove your straps from your shoulders, revealing the entire expanse of your shoulder and neck for him to play with. In between heated kisses, his hands explore your breasts, playing with your soft mounds over the fabric of your dress.Â
No words are exchanged between the two of you.Â
Your hands move over his chest, feeling the firm muscles under your fingertips before pushing his blazer off his shoulders. The lines are hazy just like your mind as you cannot decipher who pulls whom closer. In the dense cloud of lust, you can only fathom the opening of the buttons of his shirt and his warm body pressing next to yours.Â
âI need you,â Wonwoo murmurs against your lips. One of his hands moves expertly down your thigh before he grips the back of your knee and places it around his waist. You pull him even closer, smashing your lips against his, hot and heavy as your tongue meets his.
Briefly, you hear the groan of his zipper being undone. You lift your dress, standing at an angle that helps him comfortably slide between your legs, his unrelenting grip on the back of your thigh.
"Put your hands over my shoulders and hold tight. " His whisper is a command as he positions himself at your entrance, pushing your panties to a side.
And before you can blink, he's inside you. The stretch of the intrusion makes you jolt and let out a loud, breathy groan of pleasure that makes you squeeze his shoulders and bite your lip.Â
This. This is exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you needed.
You feel every delicious inch of him, moving in and out of you, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. making your body shake from the onslaught of pleasure. Your hold on his shoulders tightens as little squeaks escape from your lips and your legs wrap themselves around his body tighter when you start to taste your release.
"Gosh, you're so tight. I missed you.â He grunts with each thrust. âLetting me fuck you against a wall, in my dressing room. Tell me, did you miss this? Did you miss me like I missed you?" Wonwoo demands, a hand reaching up to squeeze your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes.
âLook at me and tell me you did not miss me,â he pants, a snarl etched in his tone as he removes his hand from your face and grips the back of your throat, pulling your face closer to his.
"W-Wonwoo," you try to moan. Wonwoo keeps watching you with a darkened gaze, his pace matching the fierceness in his gaze as he continues to drill into you. He shakes after giving you a particular hard thrust, that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back. âYou are still that dirty girl. You're still my filthy slut."
You hate how much you missed his filthy mouth.Â
"P-please," you pant, breathless trying to grind your clit against his pelvis. One touch on your clit and you're gonna come. "Please, let me come, Wonwoo."
The man smiles, and it almost appears cruel and cocky as he grabs your wrists in one hand and pins them hard on the wall. He increases his pace, thrusting in and out of you so hard that your back starts aching. However, you are way beyond complaining because the next moment his release is filling you up, triggering yours. Your cry is loud and unceremonious as you cling to him and ride out your high, feeling your release in the deepest fibres of your being
A short moment later, Wonwooâs grip on you loosens. With a slightly hazy mind, you watch you grab some tissues, cleaning up you and him. With the haze of lust disappearing gradually, you find your head clearing up. The silence in the air now feels suffocating and you find yourself playing a guessing game.
Why is he so quiet? What is he thinking?
As Wonwoo buttons up his shirt and fixes his jacket, his gaze meets yours and you see his eyes fall on your lips. Pressing your fingertips around your lips, you realise your lipstick is smudged. Quietly, he hands you a tissue paper and you walk to the mirror, using it to dab the lipstick stain around your lips.
In the mirror, you watch Wonwoo watching you. All throughout, another strange, suffocating silence persists. As you toss the tissue in the bin, the silence is finally broken by his quiet, somber voice, âMy father arranged a marriage for me.â
Your body grows ice cold.
For one long, horrible moment, you stop breathing, thinking, praying that you heard wrong.
âWhat are youâŠwhatâ what do you mean?â
âHe wants me to marry a chaebol heiressâ Yuna Lee, sometime next year.â
Suddenly, you are scrambling to get your thoughts in order. It is always like this with him. One moment it is quiet and the next you are hit by a full speed freight train.Â
âYou should not have done that. We should not have done that. Why didnât you tell me that before?âÂ
âWell, I triedââ
Suddenly, your blood is boiling and you are seeing red.
âWhat was this, a goodbye fuck?â You hiss, fixing the straps of your dress.
âWhat?â Wonwoo scoffs. âNo! I have been thinking about you for months! Trying to figure out how to approach youâ
âWith all that thinking you sure did one good job!â You find yourself turning towards the door.Â
âOh come on! IâŠI missed you. You drive me crazy. You know damn well my brain stops working when you are near me.â
âNo, Wonwoo. I donât.â You grit.Â
The passion, the emotion that you have been holding back all these months comes out in tidal waves. âIn case you donât remember, during our relationship, you were always so nonchalant, so detached. You did not give a shit about me. Not really because I was a fuck buddy to you. A girl getting paid to get your ass out of trouble every time and also someone available for a quick bang!â
Wonwooâs demeanour shifts. You visibly see him get defensive. âWell, it's not like you professed your love to me! You did not ever hint that you were in love with me.â
Your mouth falls open at the absurdity of his words.
âYou⊠you did not treat me with the minimum respect. You would disappear for weeks, Wonwoo, completely out of the radar only to show up when you needed my help.â You pause. âNever mind, it is pointless to argue with you.â You turn, reaching for the handle of the door.
Wonwoo stops you by roughly tugging on your arm. His grip is iron solid. âYou donât get to do that. You donât get to leave without hearing my piece!â
You place a hand on his and use it to remove his fingers from your skin. âThe time for speaking was months ago. Not now in a dressing room, minutes before you are about to be announced the new CEO.â
âI finally have my life together!â
âDo you?â You take a step closer to him with a challenge. âDo you really?â
Wonwoo remains silent, his eyes sparkling with thundering storms and clouds of emotions.
You continue. âI was your comfort zone. You used me when you needed me and then forgot about me when you were not in the mood. It would not have mattered if I professed undying love for you. You did not love me, not in the right way. You did not and you donât right now. This is you trying to find comfort in something familiarâŠme.â
A twisted, unironical smile appears on his lips. âOh, so you are what now, a therapist?â
You remain silent, watching him without blinking.
The man shakes his head, scoffing. âIf you only knew how I truly feltâŠâ His fingers card through his hair as he takes a step back. âYou have no idea how I feel. In fact, right now, I donât think you even know how you feel!â
Your lips part, ready to interject, but he goes on. âYou are right. This was a mistake. I should not have told you about my dadâs plans of getting me married. No, because you would have liked to just straight up receive my wedding invite, huh? I should have just married her and showed up with her one day and introduced you as a special friend, no? Would you have liked that? Would that be the right thing to do?â
Each syllable coming out of his mouth burns like acid. Tears blur your vision but you force yourself not to cry in front of him.
âI fucking hate you.â You breathe, uttering each world slowly. âI hope you have a miserable life with her, you asshole. Never show me your face again.â Gathering your dress with one hand, you march towards the door, not stopping when he calls out your name or tries to hold onto you.
He can go to hell.
Your steps are quick as you pick up pace, running down the long hallway of the private rooms and then down a common corridor before you come to the large foyer in front of the elevator. With your skirt fisted in your hands, you dash for it but a voice makes you pause.
You turn back to find Jeonghan calling your name and jogging after you. As he comes to a stop in front of you, his eyes go up and down the length of your body, taking notice of your dishevelled appearance.Â
âAre you okay?â His fingers gently touch your arm but you donât let him pull you closer.
You need to leave.
âI need to go home.â You whisper, voice wobbly.
âWhy are you running?â He steps closer to you, a desperation in his voice that matches the look in your eyes. âThat bastard keeps hurting you and you keep running from him. Go and fucking⊠I donât knowâ cause a scene! Drag him on stage and smack him once or twice.â
You are not in the mood for this.
âStop it, Jeonghan,â you grunt turning away but the man steps in front of you.
âNo! I wonât stop when I see you repeatedly suffering because of him.â
If you were not so overcome with emotions, you would roll your eyes.
âJust let me go.â You hiss, stepping past the man blocking your way. As you cross him, however, a harsh grip on your wrist forces you to stop.Â
âGo out with me,â Jeonghan says in the calmest manner, the hold of his fingers on your wrist steadfast like his voice.
You almost make a move to yank yourself free but the diction of those words stops you in your tracks as if a thunderbolt has just struck you. You slowly turn your head back to meet Jeonghanâs eyes, wondering if he really said that. The strength you had moments ago to break your hand free suddenly dissipates as you meet his piercing gaze.
Along with your heartbeat, time stops.
You forget to blink, feeling the subtle tightening of his grip on you. As the silence hangs longer in the air and the depth of his words settles into the empty grand hall and every crevice of your tattered heart, you find yourself motionless, thoughtless, speechless.
âDate me. You know Iâll treat you better.â He states, again.
You feel like you are hyperventilating. A shaky breath comes from your lips and after that, each breath is a struggle.Â
Suddenly, everything is too much.
Too much light in this hall. Too much noise in the background.
Too much sincerity in his words.
For a moment, you genuinely find yourself considering.
And as your gaze strays from your colleague for the smallest moment, you notice Wonwoo standing a few meters behind him.Â
The look in his eyes is inexplicable but you feel every emotion radiating off him and you immediately know he heard everything. He doesnât move, however. As the silence persists, his gaze darkens, watching you like a hawk, almost as if he is waiting to hear your verdict.
At the same time, the longer you look, his gaze appears vulnerable, betrayed.
And you feelâŠguilty.
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How I became The Desk of Alto Clef.
My response to a SCP Group designed around Hate and Bigotry who have targeted me and others in this community.
Nah, man, my daughter is dead.
It has been brought to my attention that there is a group of people on the internet who are fascinated with my fascination of Alto Clef and Meri. Hurtful and yet cute in a way so I think now I'll choose this time and these screen grabs from their discord to explain how I came to be 'The Desk of Alto Clef'.
My Daughter died six years ago and it sent me spiraling deep into the bottom of whatever bottle I could find.
I was completely prepared to take my own life and even had the things to 'finish the job' because my life had no meaning at that point. What was another statistic going to matter anyways, right?
It was in one of these dark, drunk moments with a gun when I fell across the Volgun's video on 'reality benders and you' and fell into a rabbit hole.
Drunkenly I fumbled around the wiki and learned more about this broken man known as Alto Clef.
A man whom I could relate to in my own way. A man who, no matter what he did, could never see his daughter as I will never be able to see mine. So thus, I became a very, very shitty cosplayer.
I like to believe that over the past four years my acting ability has increased to a sustainable level and as much as I joke about things I do try to stay humble about it. Though I like to think I've become better but I digress.
I love the lore of Clef and Meri, on or offsite, to the point that I am weird about it I know, but that's how I stay connected to my daughter. Writing the Deskverse is how I stay connected to my daughter.
I am also autistic which causes me to hyper fixate on Clef as a coping mechanism.
Because of this group of people I have greatly considered leaving the community and going back to my own personal solitude. Acting, Voice Acting, Cosplaying as Clef gave and still gives me something to live for again. I may not be this group's cup of tea but I do like to believe that I have helped others. My main goal has always been to uplift those who need uplifting. I do not want anyone to ever feel how I felt in my lowest and darkest moments.
The main story in the deskverse is about a father and a daughter torn apart by the actions of an abusive mother. My real life story.
I also have ZERO clue as to why I am being involved with misogyny or yuri things. If I have offended you in any way I do apologize.
I do not plan on posting the more 'suggestive' or 'lewd' responses they have made. Overly sexualized content does make me extremely uncomfortable.
This group of people have broken my heart into pieces. Seeing this list of images and names dragging me through the mud has already smashed my unstable self-esteem as it is.
At this time I do not plan on releasing any names associated with all of this because I am honestly tired of reliving the most horrid event of my life over and over because I, for whatever reason, do not fit what this group feels is acceptable of an actor/writer/fan.
I cannot say the same for the others in which they were assaulting.
In summary Alto Clef is an outlet for the pain I live with every day. I can never see, hold, hear, smell, or speak to my daughter. I have scars on my body from her mother that will never allow me to forget that life I had. I will always remember the taste of gunpowder but thankfully my drunk ass was too weak. If your going to be bad at something, be bad at that I suppose.
I will leave all of this with a final image from the copious list and the one that honestly hurts me the most. I am honestly a shy and reserved person and frankly it takes a lot for me to get out of my comfort zone. Not long ago I went to another SCP discord server because I wanted to meet new people and someone in there was awesome. I truly enjoyed my time with this person and just found them amazing. They were kind, open, willing to listen to my ideas, and gushed over Numberonedoggo. I thought I had finally made a new friend on my own. I was apparently wrong.
Art, from some of my favorite artists, was made for the sole reason of mocking me specifically. To laugh at me for finding joy in something that gives me purpose. Something I use to drive away the darkness.
No age, disorder, illness, or reason at all can be acceptable for anyone to act in this way. You are all a mockery of everything the SCP community should stand for.
-TheDesk
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Your response does not at all make it evident that you've played non-D&D games. In fact, the part where you say that D&D has "set skills, set things you can do, methods to resolve conflict, and additional impetus to advance the story beyond just roleplay" or "the fun of randomized results due to stats and dice rolls, so things go in different directions than they would just writing or role playing" aka things literally any TTRPG system has to some degree, very much made it seem like D&D was your only exposure to the hobby.
Just because you're not giving WotC/Hasbro any money, doesn't mean you're not supporting the D&D monopoly. Giving money, or even just exposure, to smaller independent creators will always be more important than denying big corporations money. Just because you're shoplifting a "How To Lose Weight Fast" book doesn't mean you're not perpetuating toxic dieting culture.
Your last paragraph is once again something that, if you hadn't said that you played other games, would seriously make me believe you have no clue about them. Equating any non-D&D RPG with "weird experimental horror that nobody outside Letterboxed has ever heard of" is an absurd dichotomy. Is Pathfinder a weird, experimental artsy-fartsy game? Savage Worlds? Shadowrun? Or hell, even PbtA, which you yourself have played, is a system that has classes, skill values, experience points, level ups, class-specific abilities, a "roll +stat to hit/exceed target number" dice mechanic... hell, I'd argue in several ways, PbtA and the systems that spun off of it are more straight-forward than D&D! To use your own example: Nobody's asking people who only ever watched Saw to immediately watch Skinamarink. We're asking people who say "Yeah, I like the gore in Saw, but I wish there was some kind of supernatural element and maybe some comedy" to check out Evil Dead 2.
I think an important part of the "D&D is easy to learn" argument is that a lot of those people don't actually know how to play D&D. They know they need to roll a d20 and add some numbers and sometimes they need to roll another type of die for damage. A part of it is the culture of basically fucking around and letting the GM sort it out. Players don't actually feel the need to learn the rules.
Now I don't think the above actually counts as knowing the rules. D&D is a relatively crunchy game that actually rewards system mastery and actually learning how to play D&D well, as in to make mechanically informed tactical decisions and utilizing the mechanics to your advantage, is actually a skill that needs to be learned and cultivated. None of that is to say that you need to be a perfectly tuned CharOp machine to know how to play D&D. But to actually start to make the sorts of decisions D&D as a game rewards you kind of need to know the rules.
And like, a lot of people don't seem to know the rules. They know how to play D&D in the most abstract sense of knowing that they need to say things and sometimes the person scowling at them from behind the screen will ask them to roll a die. But that's hardly engaging with the mechanics of the game, like the actual game part.
And to paraphrase @prokopetz this also contributes to the impression that other games are hard to learn: because a lot of other games don't have the same culture of play of D&D so like instead of letting new players coast by with a shallow understanding of the rules and letting the GM do all the work, they ask players to start making mechanically informed decisions right away. Sure, it can suck for onboarding, but learning from your mistakes can often be a great way to learn.
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Thinking about how Curly is a fantastic example of how men who participate in patriarchy are not exempt from facing its abuse. Curly is a passive enabler of Jimmy, while he does not directly assist in his crimes he doesnât stand up to him or do anything about it, and this inaction was a catalyst for the destruction of the entire Tulpar crew. Curly would rather keep the peace and protect his friend, as Iâm sure he has done plenty of times before. Itâs routine to him at this point. When Curly is left permanently disabled after the crash, he is reliant on Anya and Jimmy to give him his pills. Anya does it for a while but cannot stand the noises that Curly makes-which is understandable given what happened to her. Jimmy shoves the pills down Curlyâs throat in a very brutal and violent way, abusing his body just like he abused Anyaâs. Anya and Curly mirror each other, abused by the same man, but Curly didnât understand what it was like to have his bodily autonomy taken away from him until it was much too late. Curly did so much to protect his shitty friend from the consequences of his actions, and Jimmy doesnât care. He never did. Jimmy still treats him like absolute garbage. He even goes as far as blaming him for the crash, to avoid taking responsibility. Curly is not protected because just because he protects his horrible friend. A lot of men delude themselves into thinking âit wonât happen to me, I had his back.â Mouthwashing has many lessons, but I believe one of the primary ones is donât be like Curly, much more than it is donât be like Jimmy. Because there are many men who are just like Curly who have not committed rape/sexual assault but still protect abusers either out of fear or a fucked up sense of obligation. While rape is ALWAYS the fault of the individual, it is also imperative that other men call out predatory behavior, even if they are âjust jokes.â
I have found myself sexually excited at the sight of cartoon horses.
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â cw: adult content, cheating, shitty fiancĂ©, self-indulgent madness, mdni â notes: i canât sleep, and @alfredosaws got the gears turning in my head. sorry if this isnât your jam. i was horny and needed to torture myself. â now playing: see through - amelia moore
Imagine Sylus as your real estate agent, showing you and your fiancé around a potential home.
Your fiancĂ© doesnât seem too interested, busy typing away on his phone or occasionally stepping out to answer phone calls. You titter nervously, explaining to Sylus with a wry smile that your fiancĂ© is a very busy man.
Still, Sylus continues showing you the rest of the house, pointing out parts that would appeal primarily to you.
âYou see here? The master bedroom contains an en-suite bathroom with enough counter space to house all your skincare products. â
âThe bathtub has jets. Perfect for when you want to unwind after a long day on your feet. You look like you shoulder the world. You deserve to take a load off with a warm, soothing bath.â
âThe sunroom would be great for your plants. You look like you have quite a green thumb. You strike me as a cultivator. A nurturer. Someone who should learn to sit down from time to time.â
âThe counter space in the kitchen is immaculate. Perfect for when the love of your life wants to cook breakfast or have you for dessert.â
Heâs so very flattering and handsome, and you find yourself falling prey to his charms. You rein yourself in when your fiancĂ© returns, still as detached about the house as ever. You ask him for his opinion, to which he shrugs you off and remarks that heâs happy if youâre happy. Conveniently, his phone rings again, and he walks outside to take the call.
Sylus gives you a pitying look as if he knows thereâs trouble in paradise. You smile awkwardly to dispel his worries.
Sure, your fiancĂ© isnât always present in your relationship. And maybe you agreed to his proposal out of fear, thinking you would lose out on your white picket fence if you refused him. But, who are you kidding? You havenât felt like yourself in years. Havenât genuinely smiled in a very long time, and your fiancĂ© hasnât helped improve your self-esteem, nitpicking when youâre a little bloated or leave the house without makeup.
Youâve recently caught him entertaining other women on his socials, and he would quickly gaslight you, exclaiming that you were looking for reasons to be upset. Deep down, you know he isnât good for you, and you deserve better, but a sick part of you believes he is your punishment for some crimes you mightâve committed in a past life.
Sylus has read you like a book, and youâve only worked with him for two months. You feel more comfortable in his presence than the man youâre about to marry, having known him much longer.
âCome with me, sweetheart,â says Sylus, his voice a sweet, sticky dolce as he takes your hand into his larger one.
He guides you up the spiraling staircase towards the main bedroom and lures you into the massive walk-in closet. And when youâre swathed in the darkness after he shuts the door behind you, he backs you up against a wall, your breaths intermingling whilst his mouth hovers over yours.
âYou poor thing,â he whispers next to your ear, the hairs scattered across your body standing on end, pleasant tingles ricocheting through your extremities. He takes your hand in his, pressing it against the cool, textured wall overhead, tenderly twining your fingers together. âThat Narcissist doesnât deserve you, now does he?â His lips graze yours, the sensation making your legs tremble like a fawn.
âI can see it in your eyes.â A weighted palm smooths over your side, a devastatingly powerful knee sliding between the fat of your thighs, pilfering the breath from your lungs. He touches you with a reverence youâve never known. âYou donât love him, do you? Not when I can touch you like this.â
He takes possession of your jaw, breathing hot and open-mouthed against your lips, nuzzling your noses together. And youâre dizzy, the closet suddenly feeling so cramped, and the warmth of his body permeating through the layers of your clothes. âYouâre so beautiful. You deserve so much more. I can give you so much more. May I kiss you, sweetling?â
Despite the voice screaming somewhere far off in your mind that this is very much wrong, you find yourself nodding sluggishly in the darkness as if he can see you slowly turning to putty in his palms. He chuckles, the vibrations of it making your tummy flutter like youâre cresting down a hill.
Wordlessly, he pans in, startling you with a gentle kiss at first. Something deft and ghostly, so soft you wouldnât believe it happened. When you make a gentle keen of protest after he pulls way, he takes that as his cue to kiss you again, this time more firm and full-bodied, the rigid pane of his body slowly anchoring you to the wall.Â
Your unoccupied hand slides over his spine, concluding its excursion at the small of his back, and heâs strong here. Sturdy as if he could lift you one-handed if he so pleases. The idea makes you whimper, and he swallows the pretty little noises he invokes, his sweltering tongue pushing into your mouth to map out every ridge and crevice.Â
He slips a warm, weighted palm into the crook of your knee, drawing your thigh up to rest on his hip. And, with this new angle, he presses fully against you, the stitching of his slacks scraping pleasantly over the inner cut of your thigh. He releases your hand once moored to the wall to hoist you into his arms, one of your heels clattering to the floor. Ten shaky fingers bury themselves in his hair, sifting through tufts of soft white to draw him ever closer to deepen your lip-lock.Â
Despite the spacious closet, itâs growing uncomfortably warm. Too many clothes are in the way, so you tug his shirt from his slacks. Your fingers blindly scramble over his shirt buttons, eager to feel the smooth, supple glide of his skin beneath them. He chuckles something throaty and enrapturing, kissing you velvet-soft as his desire awakens to press against your thigh.
âSo eager, arenât you?â he husks, breaking away from your lips with a sticky click to blister your jaw and carotid with languorous kisses. âHas he ever touched you like this? Kissed you like this?âÂ
You crane your head back, your skull lightly thudding against the wall behind you. Your lashes shutter. The feeling of his mouth dragging over your skin and his weighted body nestled between your thighs is too much and yet not enough. You cling to his back, your grip white-knuckled, mouth parted slightly with wanton pleas for more more more.
But before he can grant your request, your fiancĂ©âs voice beckons to you through the empty, sturdy walls of the house. The spell that befell you disperses, reality careening in. You push against Sylusâ lean chest with the heel of your palm, panting and gasping, squirming to be let down. Sylus reluctantly heeds you, gently setting you onto your feet.Â
He helps you slide back into your discarded heel, kissing your ankle on his way back up, and you try to ignore how your body burns like an inferno at the attention. It takes all of you not to snatch him towards you once more, to kiss him and demand he take you, right then and there, with your fiancĂ© calling for you downstairs. But, as much as it pains you, you feel remorse for how far you already let things go.Â
Fixing your clothes and hair to some semblance of neatness in the darkness, the pair of you exit the closet. You don a rehearsed smile, answering your fiancĂ© that youâll be right down. Searing, slender fingers encircle your wrist before you can descend the stairs. You acknowledge Sylus with a look over your shoulder. He fixes you with a feverish stare that burns like a flame, revealing a deep desire for you. And the realization shoots straight to your center as his mouth draws into an unflinching line.Â
Something in your chest pinches and pulls. And for a moment, you consider what your life would be like if youâd given yourself more credit and granted yourself a little more grace. But you brush away your thoughts, fixing Sylus with an unconvincing smile before pulling away from him to descend the stairs into the arms of your loving, soon-to-be husband. Â
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Ok, seeing the post about the playlist, you mentioned how Breakdown only gets his act together after finding out that Bee was carrying
So it got me thinking (and this has actually been in my mind since i first came across the au tbh), but how was it while Bee was like, carrying?? There's the fact that, at first, many of the bots probably don't like Breakdown too since, well, he was not the best bf let's be honest.
Idk, I'm just curious to how things were before Breakcheck came to see the world
(Im going out of town for a week and cant draw so im just answering this with a straight up fanfiction-esk paragraph Iâm so sorry wish I could be artistic for you anon)
Long story short: the Autobots are very forgiving but they can also be petty motherfuckers.
I mean they welcomed Megatron among their ranks and treat him (for the most part) as an equal and sometimes even a friend. Of course, Megatron earned that trust after years and years of repentance.
I imagine Breakdown is going through a similar arc. Heâs never really been THAT loyal to the Decepticon cause. He just⊠kinda ended up there and didnât care enough to do anything about it. He views Autobots as these goody, righteous people that he doesnât feel like he belongs with. So really⊠whatâs left besides Decepticons (considering yourself a neutral at one point was pretty much a death wish. A faction was the only way to acquire any sort of Energon or medical attention. Something Optimus tried hard to avoid, but the reality was safety in numbers.) the only kinship Breakdown ever felt was with the Stunticons⊠and theyâve been scattered to who knows where⊠if theyâre even still alive.
Except he did have one friend. A friend heâs somehow managed to keep despite being on opposite sides of the war. He tried to convince Bee to join the Decepticons a few times but it was never with genuine intent. Bee was too good for the Cons; Breakdown knew that. He asked to get a rile out of him more than anything. Of course Bee would retort with his own argument of why BD should defect. He was serious about it⊠but Breakdown knew his place. Heâd already done too muchâŠ
Now the war is over. And the leader of his faction doesnât even believe in the cause anymore. Now, Breakdownâs never been a fan of Megatron anyways, but he sure as hell is pissed off when he abandons them to go be buddies with the Autobots. Maybe Breakdown is a little jealous (Of course, heâd never admit it) That Megatron, possibly the cruelest and most unforgiving of them all, is allowed to be redeemed.
He feels betrayed. All the Decepticons do really⊠He feels like he was led down a path that would only end in self destruction and at the last moment, the one who was paving the way jumped ship, leaving them all to suffer the consequences alone.
He never even wanted this.
But itâs way too late now. He dug this grave and heâs going to see to it that heâs buried in it. But despite the betrayal, and most of the Decepticons now stabbing each other in the back, trying to claim whatever power they can while holding on to this flimsy cause they can barely call a functioning faction, he still has Bee⊠who is maybe more than just a friend at this point but thatâs a lot of feelings Breakdown isnât ready to unpack.
And he still runs every time it feels a little too good to be true. Still proclaims his loyalty to the Decepticons because heâs too stubborn to admit heâs on a sinking ship. And he still keeps his distance because he refuses to take Bumblebee down with him when it finally goes under.
And maybe theyâve got a fling going⊠and maybe the autobots start to catch on. It doesnât matter though, Breakdown doesnât stick around long enough to see their sneers.
Until⊠he finds out Beeâs carrying that is⊠because damn he may not be the best bot in the galaxy but heâs not a complete deadbeat.
And when it hits him⊠that heâs going to be a sire⊠well maybe⊠he startâs sticking around to see the sneers. He hears the mumbles of disapproval. And boyyy does it make him so angry at first. How dare these holier-than-thou bots. They donât know him or what heâs had to do to survive. How many comrades heâs lost thanks to them. They donât know what Bee means to him. They donât know just how much he loves Bumblebee. How he would lay down his spark for him in a klick.
Then Breakdown questions⊠Does Bee even know that?
From then on⊠Breakdown realizes, preserving his ego isnât worth this. He has a chance now. A real honest chance. To do better⊠to have the life he actually wants⊠with the one bot who hasnât ever given up on him.
He wants it so bad.
So he puts up with the comments and the obvious distrust. Because heâs willing to put in the work it takes to earn it. Heâs going to prove how much he wants this. Heâs going to prove how much he cares. Heâs going to prove he is capable of doing better⊠and maybe along the way heâll learn⊠heâs deserving of better tooâŠ
Breakdown is lucky Bumblebee has always been a little spoiled because it didnât take too much convincing for the autobots to give him a shot. To attempt to accept him into their ranks.
He thought Optimus would be the worst of it. The one who practically raised the bot Breakdown knocked up. And for a while it is. Optimus lectures him every chance he gets. Any small hiccup, any little mistake. He doesnât go easy on breakdown. Optimus at least pretends to be polite about it, or at least professional.He doesnât yell, or make unnecessary insults. His words are always very honest (which makes them that much harder to hear) but Breakdown will take it⊠heâll sit through it, no matter how hard he has to bite his tongue against saying something heâll regret. He knows how thin the ice is. But heâll do it for Bee.
The others are a little more brutal⊠Elita especially so⊠they are more sharp with their words (and sometimes their blasters) letting him know just what they think of him.
But no⊠the worst of all⊠is Megatron. Because Megatron is probably the only bot in the whole faction who looks at him and empathizes. Breakdown doesnât want empathy. Especially not from the damn bot who betrayed him. Megatron doesnât give lectures, he doesnât verbally or physically abuse him when he steps out of line. He barely even raises his voice. And it pisses Breakdown off more than anything. Sometimes he slips up in front of Megatron just to push his boundaries, just to see if he can break this peaceful facade the ex-brutal-dictator seems to be taking. Heâs witnessed the warlord beat bots into scrap for far less⊠and yet⊠Megatron wonât. Megatron seems to be attempting to guide Breakdown, to offer a new start to their relationship, and Primus Breakdown wants nothing to do with it. Heâd rather be lectured and assigned extra training.
And it takes a long while⊠longer than Beeâs carrying term, and a little while into Breakcheckâs sparklinghood for the Autobots to really start to come around to him. Optimusâ lectures seem to have a bit of fondness to them. And perhaps Breakdown listens a bit more earnestly and takes to heart some of the genuine advice the Prime gives him. And maybe the sparring with Elita has turned less from a one-sided fight and into an enjoyable workout. And MAYBE⊠he doesnât intentionally push Megatron as much, and has come to a realization of his own that his Megatron⊠is nothing like the one who betrayed him⊠and perhaps there is more in common between them than heâd like to admit.
And when people look at him now, heâs not just the Con Bumblebee has been sneaking around with. Heâs a Sire⊠and a devoted ConjuxâŠ
And maybe this is what heâs always wanted. And he can be deserving of it too.
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The Recoding of The Bureau is Finished
Iâm done recoding the game. All in all, it was honestly about what I expected to be slimmed off once I got a good look at some of the scenes. As I expected, 90% of that were from the first 3 chapters. I am a mix of emotions after arduously spending hours upon hours replacing gender variables one at a time by hand. Which unfortunately, I couldnât think of another way for doing it, because all of the characters were using the same gender variables instead of independent ones for each character.
Iâm relieved itâs done. Disappointed in myself that I had to do it at all. Irritated that some people decided to put the game on blast for it rather than give actionable suggestions on how to fix it. Excited to finally be able to continue writing both the extra scenes that need to be written and the main story. I honestly donât know which one Iâm going to continue with first.
Please leave feedback.
There are still no doubt one or two spots with maybe 1-2k words each that could be slimmed down, but that would require a lot of work for very little payoff. So yes, Iâm comfortable saying, the game is almost 400k words long in total. 85k words per playthrough. Thatâs not including the extra scenes in the stats screen, because randomtest doesnât go in the stats screen (to my knowledge at least, someone can correct me if Iâm wrong). So you still have to play the game roughly 5 times and choose different choices to see everything it has to offer.
Is the game smaller? A bit, yeah. Is it 100-150k? Itâs more than double that.
Now, that doesnât say anything for the state of some of the writing. If I have to read someone nodding, or smiling, or âslightlyâ, âa bitâ, or âa littleâ something in my own work again, Iâm gonna jump out a window. Obviously, back when I started writing this, I was very much influenced by Wayhaven. Iâve since grown out of that idea. Since the game has taken on an identity of its own, and while I will forever be grateful to that series and continue to support it, thereâs gonna be some changes in the final version of this game. Less of what I said above, less ellipses, and the flirting (especially in the beginning) will seem much more down to earth and believable for the setting itâs in, with a bit of wiggle room since this is still very much a YA game.
Please leave feedback.
The rewrite will not be happening until the first draft of the game is fully finished. I refuse to get stuck in a rewrite phase, mostly because I would just find it way too boring.
My patreon will continue to have static fiction on it, as well as sneak peeks into upcoming stuff. In case youâve been missing it, Love In Stasis is up to Chapter 6 at this point, with more to come. Iâm also thinking about potentially starting a horror static fiction.
Iâll be relying on people to playtest this new version of the game to tell me about any continuity errors, and gender errors, any anything errors. So please, play the demo. Let me know if you notice anything. I think if Iâve proved anything at this point, itâs that I act and fix things based on feedback.
And pettiness.
But mostly feedback.
Please leave feedback.
Last thing Iâll say; Iâm gonna stop saying Iâm bad at coding. Someone whoâs bad at coding wouldnât have been able to implement the text boxes and fine tune them. Someone whoâs bad at coding wouldnât have been able to code Golden Eyes. Someone whoâs bad at coding wouldnât have been able to slim down the game that much from where it was. So itâs time I give myself the credit of someone who at least knows what theyâre doing. Iâm not adept at it, but Iâm certainly not bad at it either.
Iâm still expecting the game to end up over 500k words when all is said and done. It will not be one million words, but Iâm actually kind of happy about that. This is proof Iâm still working on this game, and the next time it updates, it will have new content. Thanks for those that are patient and stick around, your support does still genuinely mean a lot.
Please leave feedback.
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â love island, enhypen edition
enha as the islanders x afab reader (hyung line).
will post maknae line soon (let me know if y'all want it!!)
warnings/content. suggestive content, got WAYYY carried away with jakeâs part, slowburn, reality tv au, YEARNINGGG, romantic competition, half-cheating, angst, light e2l, swearing, jealousy, insecurity, drama-heavy (duh)
lightly proofread, i did NOT sleep to write this lmao.
word count: 7.2k
inspired by the aot edition from @rynfiles, pls check them out!!
Heeseung ìŽíŹìč
def a smooth ass talker, so charismaticÂ
such a heartthrob
would be a fan favorite at first
an OG and would partner up with whoever he wants
also prob have a kiss by the end of the first episodeÂ
knows heâs hot and would honestly use that to his advantage to get to know everyone, esp in early days
genuinely so funny and would be one of the guys that gets along well with both the boys and girls
however, he would be a lil bit of a fuckboy, but he would feel so bad about it after watching the show back at the end.
being a libra, hee is naturally (and sometimes unintentionally) very flirty to the point where a girl might think she is being led on. even if heâs just trying to be nice.Â
cue one of the girls saying, âidk like heeseung and i just seem to have a good connection.â
10 minutes later heâs tonguing down another girl.
so him and his first pairing would just end in a pretty messy situation
fans start to not fw him
he would be in couples and stay throughout the whole show just because heâs good tv.Â
heâd be on the chopping block a few times but would somehow the producers would find something to save him (rob cough cough)
fans love to hate him
but wouldnât truly fall head over heels until about week 3 and really hit it off with a girl. no one else matters to him at that point
youâd be a bombshell (duh)
but by the time casa amor comes around and he wants to close things off, the girls would be gone by that point
heâd be fuming
but then when the casa girls come, heâd be like ânah, i miss my girlâ
but his head would be slightly turned by one of them
maybe a kiss or two, heavy petting unfortunately
but then when the girls are sent the video of what the boys have been doingâŠ
best believe heeseung would get his ass handed to him at the recoupling
wouldnât be able to look at you, once he sees the look in your eyes was when it hit him.
he wouldnât bring anyone back though!!
you would put a pillow between them
fans kinda hate him at this point, like bro is public enemy #1
but he would do anything to win you back
iâm talking on HIS KNEES, yearning !!
a clip on tiktok would go viral of him for that
âif i have to show you why youâre the one for me, iâll do it again. over and over again until you want me. i donât care what it takes. i canât let you go.â
fans would swoon, then hate themselves for liking him again (real asf)
kordell and serena coded as far as the casa situation
days of nice gestures until you felt you wanted him to stop
he would (try to) make you breakfast and bring it up to the beauty room; giving you a kiss on the side of your head as he left. saying âi know you like your eggs scrambled and your coffee light and sweetâ
it would prob taste terrible itâs the thought that counts
the girls would giggle after he got far enough from the door, but you didnât pay much mind
making you cheese toasties in the middle of the day when he âjust so happensâ to hear that youâre hungry.
after days of groveling, you cave when he enlists jay and jake to help him make your favorite food for candlelit dinner by the beach.
âi know i fucked up, i know that i hurt you badly. but please, if you give me this chance to prove that iâm not just some asshole, i will be the best boyfriend youâve ever had.â
âboyfriend?â
âboyfriend.â
would have the hideaway for the night
would def make use of the toys in there
can see yâall being in the final 4
final date is horseback riding and dinner at one of the luxury resorts in fiji
his finale speech would send twitter in a spiral
âi came in here not expecting anything from this, just a fun time. just a free vacation and beautiful women. i seriously thought that i was on my way out because i had burnt all of my bridges. but when you showed up, i justââ sighs, trying not to let himself get choked up. âI knew you were so out of my league. even now you are, i felt like a guy like me didnât deserve a woman like you. youâre not scared to call me out on my bullshit, you make me laugh, you made me earn you. despite all of the bullshit i put you through, you extended grace and thereâs nothing more i could ask for from you and that will be the last time i ever ask you to extend me that much. but that look in your eye told me everything that i needed to know. watching that clip of you cry in the girlâs arms during movie night was all that i needed to know that i will never in my life, do anything to make someone i love feel like that ever again. youâre it for me, and no matter what happens tonight, win or lose; iâm a winner because I get to walk out with you.â
âlove?â
âlove.â
would have the whole villa in TEARS
reformed fuckboyâą + the queen who tamed him = they donât even need to win
runners-up!!
Jay ë°ìą
ì±
the most chill one there tbh
og and would pair with who he likedÂ
but they would burn out not from drama, but they realized there was a lack of chemistry
wouldnât stir much drama but WOULD PULL for sure
he knew what he signed up for of course but is more of slow burner
he doesnât like to entertain someone he isnât interested in if he knew there was someone else he might like more
if his heart isnât in it, heâs not gonna waste your time or his own
so heâd just be honest and the girls would love him for that
grows close with a lot of them and even offers advice when needed
blunt, but transparent and the fans like him
such a breath of fresh air from all of the weird, sneaky boys
the type that you would def know if he liked you
would somehow end up making out with one of the bombshells in soul ties, they couple up
the chefâą
is always the one helping out with dinner
the girls always ask him to make them something because they know heâd never say no
isnât the life of the party but is never a buzz kill
knows how to have fun and will always be there to have a good laugh.
would fizzle out with that bombshell
âyouâre cool and so gorgeous. i just donât feel anything deeper and iâm sorry.â
bombshell would be understanding not take it personally, sheâs more into heeseung anyway lmao
kinda goes on aimlessly
would end up kissing one of the og girls (you) during a challenge in week 2 and holy shit
he liked it a lot more than heâd expect
wouldnât know how to handle it and would feel like shit
i mean itâs only week 2 but weeks here feel like months
so technically, everyoneâs been dating for 2 months !!
would talk to jake and would eventually just approach you about it. better to live with no regrets
âhey, can i pull you for a chat?â he says to you as youâre lounging on one of the day beds.
âof course,â you stood up and he ruffled your hair with a smile as yâall walked to one of the swinging benches.
âso remember when we kissed earlier? in the challenge?â
âyeah? iâm sure iâd remember who i kissed.â
ohâŠhe liked this girl for real now
your own couple wouldnât be too solid either seeing as it was so early but not
still wanted to be respectful though !!
nonetheless you end up recoupling and that guy gets sent home
sad to see a friend of his go home but very happy that he could love on his girl openly now
so head over heels, still makes the girls food because heâs a gentleman
but he brings you full on meals!! steaks, ribs, chicken (fried, baked, grilled, doesnât matter !!! your wish is his command) the most they were getting out of him was a cheese toastie, theyâll be lucky if they get a piece of meat on it
you would def have a âmy man, my manâ attitude after that which he lowkey loved
the girls made jokes about how they lost their personal chef and would start hassling their men to cook for them
you left a note on your mirror for him before you dipped for casa.Â
âiâm not the best at goodbyes, but i didnât want to leave without saying something. thank you for being so good to me, for being real with me, and for making me feel like i matter here. i know things arenât always easy to say, but iâm happy with you. i hope youâre doing okay while iâm gone, and iâll be thinking about you. canât wait to come back to you.
p.s. the foodâs not the same without you here.â
then left a kiss in his favorite lipstick of yours on the mirror next to the note
he was irritated at no goodbye but tried to maintain some sort of sanityÂ
after all the guys all filed out of the beauty room, he kissed the mark you left on the mirror and considered that his parting kiss
grab the note to put it in his pocket and keep by his bed to look at
he also saw you left the lipstick right on the vanity so he took that too
TWITTER WOULD SPIRAL !!!
the casa girls came and they came with the heat let me tell you
but he didnât give in no no no
though he WAS tempted
he was chatting by the firepit with one of the casa girls and she leaned in to kiss him
he ALMOST fumbled
but he was solid, the plastic component of your lipstick in his back pocket a reminder of who was gonna be waiting for him on the other side
gently shoots the girl down for giving her the wrong impression, âiâm sorry if it seemed like anything else but i miss my girl and i just donât think kisses outside of challenges are appropriate.â
very respectful
but the girl does not take too kindly to it
he doesnât care because he likes you
heâs not trippin because likeâŠcan she fight? lmao
makes it back to the villa in one piece !!
is running back to you
fidgeting at the firepit because didnât want to stand there to wait for yâall to officially full on be a couple again
kissing you down when he gets to you
making everyone hold their hearts at the cuteness
closes off with you that night and are the first ones to get in the hideaway !!
everyone voted you guys to go
you wore this amazing baby blue lingerie and he almost lost it
he put you in them fuzzy pink handcuffs that nightÂ
everything is smooth sailingÂ
in the final 4Â
final date is dinner on a yacht then jet skiing on the sunset
then at the finale he would also give a speech that is so cute but so him!!
âiâm not good at words but thatâs not an excuse to give a subpar speech because you deserve more than that. you have been so solid and wonderful through this whole experience. i never expected after 2 weeks itâd be me and you but iâm glad we got to harvest a friendship first.â He blushed, looking away from you as you laughed and gave him his time to simmer down. âiâd fall in love with you in any universe. the same way how iâd cook you anything youâd ask me to because you simply deserve it. you deserve to be treated like royalty and you know with me, iâm gonna deliver. you donât have to lift a finger. you donât have to worry about anything. not money, not my loyalty, my honesty. you came here to get the man you deserve and iâm here to give you that, baby.â would lift your hand to kiss it as he asked, âwill you let me be your boyfriend?â
twitter meltdownâsimple as that.
the producers picked good men this seasonâŠ
yâall won and splitâwell actually, he gave you all of the prize money !!
every. last. dime.
thereâs nothing other to describe him as perfectâhe was patient, didnât hoe around, had intentions and pursued you when it mattered the most.Â
ofc heâs the fan favorite and yâall are talked about online for forever as one of the best couples to come out of love island
Jake ìŹìŹì€
one of the sweetest guys there like seriously
cinnamon rollâąÂ
another og
itâs physically impossible to hate him
fans are swooning because theyâve never seen this many hot guys on love island at once
especially when all of them are heartthrobs and have so much potential
jakey is so beloved by the guys because heâs justâŠa bro
BUT HE GIVES GREAT ADVICE and is pretty chill
also knows how to have fun and is usually the one (besides heeseung) to like initiate a game or something fun to do
the villa can get boring when yâall are just sitting around all day
as for the girls, he gets along very well
he knows heâs good-looking but he doesnât do too much
that accent gets them
very humble
all of the girls have wanted a piece of him at one point and quite frankly none of them were his type ???
âheyâŠbroâŠâ heâd say to them, as he sat down with them during chats
so the girls just stayed his friend and didnât want to embarrass themselves further
went through a depressive period for a few weeks
coupling with girls just to stay alive
until a bombshell, you,âcame in.
he legit had all of the guys come to the firepit so he could tell them you were off limits
they listened, except for one
that bastard
some drama arose as there was gonna be a recoupling that sent one of the guys home
this only further incentivized jake to pursue you harder
âhey, can i steal you for chat?â he approaches you as you sat in the kitchen talking to the other guy
he didnât feel bad, as you said âof course,â he made sure to give the guy a sly look as he placed his arm around your waist as you followed him up to soul ties.Â
fans loved him even more now: âok jakey going after what he wants!!!!â ânah ngl if a cinnamon roll looked at me like that iâd self eliminate fr lmaoâ âwell he said she was off limits *shrug emoji*â âhe canât even be mad at jake like he hasnât had not one connection the whole time. let him get the girl he wants !!â
he knew he couldnât sit on his ass and wait for you to come naturally
as he got to know you, he realized you were like him
a hot geek!!
you loved math and science just like himÂ
you were always correcting people
and somehow you loved the same shows and movies
itâs like youâre him, just the girl version!!
needless to say, he falls fast and hard
he knew how to cook pretty well, so he would make you breakfast every morningÂ
hot chocolate, with big marshmallows and a waffle
all made from scratch of course!! he took some pointers from jay ;)
the other guy continued to pursue you, to which he encouraged you
he knew what he was there for but who was he to limit you to one connection?
âiâm here for you and i know what i want. but iâm also never gonna tell you to put me above you; if you feel you want to explore then go handle that.â he told you as you settled in between his legs, back against his chest on one of the daybeds. you had your eyes shut as you leaned your head on his shoulder as gently caressed your leg with one hand and your arm with another. relishing in the serenity of the feeling and the waves crashing against each other.
this is right when you knew you werenât going anywhere
fans also ate this up: âi just need someone to hold me like jake holds her and iâll be ok, i promiseâ âi would let him do the most unspeakable things to me, Lord forgive meâ âjust give me 3 minutes.â
was some part of him anxious as hell? absolutely, but he meant what he said
it was up to you, either way someone was going home
so when you got a text later that afternoon, you read it aloud to everyone (basically screaming it but itâs ok)Â
âitâs almost decision time! you must decide where your heart lies. tonight, you will choose who you want to couple up with, and one guy will be sent home. solve for x and see where you end up! #toobadsosad #makingupforlosttime #gotmyanglesonyouâ
you flustered at the reminders of the conversations you and jake were having
but it was funny nonetheless
that night at the firepit, you had never see jake so distraught
he spaced out which he like never does but now it was time for you to make your choice
you stood up in your heels, almost shaking but maintaining composure
âi would like to couple up with this boy because he has been so amazing and consistent since my time here.â jake listened to you intently as you spoke, hopefully trying to pick up on something that could indicate that youâd pick him.
âwe also get along really well and i feel that in the short time that iâve been here, weâve been able to get on pretty well. i know that if we have a chance to further this connection, then something great will be able to come from it.â
ok, he was getting hopeful
âwe bond over so many things, and i feel like we mirror each other. people say that itâs hard to be with someone thatâs just like you. however, studies show that 89% of couples share the same values and similarities, making them successful and at a lower rate of divorce.â
your fellow islanders laughed at your random, yet endearing factoid
jake just tilted his head as he stared at you lovingly, âthatâs my girl,â he whispered to himself
âso the boy iâd like to couple up with isâŠâÂ
fingers crossed
surprise. âjake.â you said with a bright smile on your face.
jake wanted to run to you and kiss you until his last dying breath
BUT he had some sort of couthÂ
he dapped up the guy that he was standing by, he didnât want to because he felt he was an asshole but still. respect.
then he walked over to you with the brightest smile in the world and hugged you so tight you almost complained but you let him have his moment. âyouâre so amazing, baby. youâre mine now,â his whispered into your ear. the mic just barely picked it up.
he pulled back and gave you the gentlest kiss youâve felt in your life, that you barely even felt
viral moment
it was hard to watch the guy pack his stuffÂ
yes, he knows that he got you now but after coming to his senses in a way, the guy just wanted to find love the same way they all did
they ended up having a conversation before he left and they squashed the beef
later that night, you and jake showered together
made sure to lock the door, there was like 8 other bathrooms in this big ass house
the others could use another one
BUT it was nothing freaky deaky
just gentle, intimate
you detangled and washed his hair for himÂ
granted it was very hard to keep his hands off of you
just this perfect body in front of him in this big ass shower where he had ample room to do what he wanted
but he kept it cute, only letting his hands slide south when you let him
but a little kiss didnât hurt
his hand wrapped around your neck as pulled you to cover his lips with yours. the familiar taste of your lips sending jolts through his body. he groaned at the sensation as you followed. âshouldâve done this at the firepit, right in front of that bastard. that way he wouldâve known you were really mine all along.â
he left a lil hickey
nothing too crazy
yâall def did it in the bed with everybody there that night though
casa amor rolls around
yâall are doing good even before then
challenges were fun, vibes were on point!!
but just like the others, you bounce without a word. but you also left a note just like heeseungâs girl
âhi jakey !! iâm gonna be gone for a while but not to worry. distance makes the heart grow fonder. i trust you, and i hope you honor me while iâm away because i will do the same for you <3 p.s. i sprayed my perfume on our bed so if a bitch even tries to lie there sheâll be getting a piece of me. hugs and kisses xoxo !!â
he audibly laughed at your note, some tears threatening to escape him but quickly sucked it up
he missed you already, his baby
his little einstein
he tucked the note in his pocket for safe keeping
remember what i said before, the casa girls are coming in hot!!
and jake being the funâand niceâguy he is, makes the girls feel welcomeÂ
until one of them pulls him for chat and he accepts
she came onto and him for some reason something came over him
to this day he canât put his finger on if it was the excitement of a new face after seeing the same ones every single day for, what felt like, foreverÂ
or just lack of self control
maybe both
but he fucks her
when the guys found out they were jarred
even heeseung, the resident fuckboyâą wasnât that wild
needless to say, jake has never felt more disgusted with himself
the support he amassed over the last few goes down the drain as this was one of the biggest twists of the season
i said hee became public enemy #1 before but no, jake was hated BAD!!!
fans were hurt themselves: âbro i feel so bad for y/n, she was everything and more and he just shit on her, fuck jakeâ âi really donât believe in love anymore, this is wildâ âimagine going thru ALL THAT with a girl that was made for you just to hook up with a random casa girl bc of a âminor slip upâ what a loserâ
going back to the villa wasâŠa journey to say the least
but when he got back you were smiling
hard
likeâŠyou couldnât wait to see him
him, along with the boys were confused as they all thought that youâd seen what happened due to heeseung just getting heat
but no
you seemed to know nothing
and jake just played along, he didnât bring anyone back and neither did you
âhello, my einstein,â he hugged you as he spun you around before gently placing you back on the wooden deck of the firepit.
the silence amongst the boys was deafening, there were already tensions due to heeseungâs situation, but the girls still tried to be happy for you and cheer you on. them clearly being oblivious to what really went down.
a few days passed and jake carried along as normal as he could, still consulting jay about this hole in chest called guilt that he couldnât shake. he had to tell you.
until sunghoonâs girl got a text, she beckoned all of them to front
âislanders, itâs time for movie night! watch some exclusive clips from your time in the villa and casa amor! grab your seats and watch some dirty truths be unveiled. #nosecretshere #lightscameradramaâ
everyone looked at each other with unsure looks, the boys getting glared and cold stares left and right.Â
you felt terrible, âi feel so bad, i know [heeseungâs girl] went through so much the last few days. iâd hate for her to have to almost relive it, you know?â you said to jake, to which he hugged you with a small âyeahâ
everyone gathered around and it was time to pick which âmovieâ yâall wanted to watch
they chose âexperiment gone wrongâ
and that was when you saw it
jake tonguing down this girl, which stung, but ok this was during a challenge so nothing crazy
the next clip cut to them talking at the firepit and he was just giggling it up
then they kissed
which was more than enough to make your heart feel like it smashed into a million pieces
then the next clip was of them making out on yours and his shared bed
then he covered both of them with the comforter as the camera moved to a new angle where they threw their clothes onto the floor from beneath the sheets
then on the outside on the firepit right where they were, laid the note you left for him before you left
then it faded to black
the silence was deafening
the girlâs right by you sat in shock as you were all equally.
the first to break the silence was jungwonâs girl âso yâall knew?â
the boys were all looking down in shame
silence. crickets.
you wanted so badly to say something but your voice simply wouldnât allow you
you just remember breaking down into jungwonâs girlâs arms as she rested her hand on your head, stroking your head to give you some consolation as the rest of the girlâs cursed them out.
jake just sat there, tears in his eyes as croaked out, âi didnât mean toââ
âwhat didnât mean to do what? she trusted you, we all did! yâall are some grimy ass people for not even letting one of us know. like you didnât have to tell her. at least one of us and we couldâve done something!â
âjake you are such a piece of shitâ
âi know,â he whimpered, leaning back into the couch
âif youâre capable of keeping some shit like that from her then youâre capable of anything.â
he knew what the girls were saying was true to someâwell, a huge extent. but he wasnât looking at them.Â
he was looking at you break down over something that he did out of pure tactlessness
the producers didnât let you get up until the clips were done being shown but as soon as they were done, you sped walked right inside
knowing jake was hot on your tail
before you can ever get past even the middle of the yard space he catches up you
ây/n please,â he says, pleading. âi can explain,â
you looked at him, with nothing but pure pain and desolation, âexplain what? your dick just somehow slipped inside her on accident?â
he shook his head, âbabyââ
that was when you snapped, yelling at for the first time ever. âno! you lost the privilege to call me that! iâm nothing to you, do you hear me? nothing! you are a sick and twisted individual. nevermind the hooking up thing because a part of me expected it. men will be men, but for you to have days to tell me and you let me find out along with everyone else?â
âplease, can we just talk about this somewhere else?â his voice cracked as he began to sob, not caring if all of your peers were watching
âyouâre such a con artist, you made me believe you. made me believe that everything was fine and dandy between us and that i was like the one for youââ
âbut you are, you areââ he grabbed his hair, pulling it from stress and frustration. âgosh, you are! i just fucked upââ
âi gave you my body, jake. does that not mean anything to you?â
he sobbed loudly, not even caring how he looked anymore. âyes! it means everything just please understand me!â he grabbed your shoulders to hopefully make you listen. âi fucked up. i know iâm a shitty person for doing that and i know iâm even shittier than lying to you like this and keeping you in the dark. but please trust me when i say that it was a mistake and will never happen again.â
âyouâve shown me who you are, jake. iâm taking it for what it is. youâve made your choice and it wasnât me.â you said, cold and distant
choking back sobs as he tries to reach for you again. ây/n, please. iâm begging you. donât do this. iâll do anything. iâll make it right, just give me a chance.â
âfuck you, jake.â
jungwonâs girl ends up sleeping with you outside that night
jake cries himself to sleep, even though he could barely do that
the next day you were more angry than hurt
when he brought you breakfast, you threw it out the window right in front of face
youâre like 60% sure bits of the eggs ended up in the pool
everytime he tried to talk to you, you ignored him
if he asked to pull you for a chat while you speaking to someone, you continued talking as if he wasnât standing there, literally begging you for a conversation
he was vapor to you and it wasnât fun being like this but he needed to be punished
until one recoupling, he decides to self-eliminate
this rippled shock throughout the villa, even you
during his final speech, âi felt like i came here to find a connection. i did, and regardless of how it turned out, iâm so grateful for the time that i did get with that person. i know i did the mostâŠdistasteful things but i also know that forgiveness comes with time and it shouldnât be on your terms.â he looked at you with longing eyes, ây/n, i love you,âÂ
the L word in love island is likeâŠunheard of almost like oh my god ??/?/?/ so your stomach was in knots
âand i will do anything to see you happy, baby, always. if that means being free from me than iâll do it and i will let you have the experience you so rightfully deserve, soâŠthatâs why iâd like to go home. i got what i came here for.â
there were definitely tears from everyone in the villa
jake had been everyoneâs best friend so to see him go was hard
you and him exchanged longing glances and a gentle nod before he walked out and the âloves me notâ sign flashes
you ended up leaving the following week
you just wandered about aimlessly
bombshells came but none of them compared to jakeÂ
you were eliminated and was actually glad to go home and see your family after all these months
definitely sad because at this point, you spent so much time and gotten along well with everyone that they considered you an og at this point
but you left with your chest held high
but as soon as you got your phone back you saw you sat at a good 2M followers on instagram, which was like 1,999,900 million more than you came in here with.
you took a look at your dmâs and saw a familiar face text you:
âhey gorgeous,
i know you probably wonât see this for a while, but i couldnât just leave things unsaid. iâve spent so much time thinking about everything, and i know thereâs no excuse for what i did. i messed up, badly. i hurt you, and iâll never be able to fully fix that, no matter how much i wish i could. but i need you to know that iâm truly sorry. not just for what i did, but for letting you down in ways that went beyond just that moment.
i was selfish. i let my insecurities and confusion get the better of me, and in doing so, i betrayed your trust. i lied to you, and i let you believe things were okay when they werenât. the worst part is, i knew better. i knew what i was doing was wrong, but i still did it. i donât expect forgiveness from you, not after what i did, but i hope you can eventually find it in yourself to heal from this.
you deserve someone who values you and respects you, someone who sees you for who you truly are, not just in the moments when things are easy. i failed you in that regard. i let you down in front of everyone, and iâm sorry for that. but i want you to know that i will always think of you, and no matter what happens, youâll always be important to me.
i donât know if youâll ever want to talk to me again, and honestly, i wouldnât blame you if you didnât. iâm not asking for forgiveness, and iâm not asking for anything except that you take care of yourself, y/n. you deserve the world. and iâll keep working on becoming someone better, even if itâs too late for us.
i hope that wherever you are, youâre finding peace and happiness. iâll be here if you ever want to reach out, but i understand if you need time or if you donât ever want to. just know iâm thinking of you, and iâll always be rooting for you. i wouldnât change a thing if it meant i got to experience the beauty that is you.
take care of yourself. you were more than everything to me. i love you einstein.
your jakey <3
ok that felt like a gut punch
you sat there, on your bed wondering your next move
then you got to typing
Sunghoon ë°ì±í
heâs for sure a bombshell
one of the bombshells that comes in the blind kissing challenges to confuse all of the girls
heâs had his eye on you for a whileÂ
so when he gets to kiss you, heâs more than prepared to rock your world
he takes his time with you as he runs a gentle finger down your lips to the valley of your breasts as he pulls you closer by your hips
then he pulled you in so your lips could meet his and it was up from there
everyone was so confusedÂ
âjake?â ânah that's not himâ
âheeseung?â ânah heâs not as aggressiveâ
the boys were in complete shock, some of there were dying laughing
others bitter because he was kissing their girls lmaooo
when the girls took their blindfolds off, they were screaming in shock
you laughed something serious!!
but when you got a look at sunghoon, you were also very shook
he wasâŠscarily beautiful, like he almost made you feel insecure lmao
but he couldnât stop looking at you
you and the girls congregated after that to discuss details
âyo, heâs hot as fuckâ âheâs gorgeousâ âyâall donât even know what to do with all thatâ
the fans were thrown. they were gagged.Â
TWITTER WAS SCREAMINGGG â#needthatâ
the guys all whispered about him, impressed that he came in with such a bang
others, whose couples werenât so steady in their couples were worried
but they saw how he kissed you
he wanted you
during the challenge where america weighs in on what they feel about them
he gets voted to be like the biggest fuckboy
which again, makes heeseung laugh because he was that was his thingâąÂ
everyone even voted him too, so to hear americaâs thoughts made the girls think the world knew something they didnât
but back to sunghoon
his feelings were a little hurt
he wasnât sure if it was the way he looked that gave people that impression
but he never kissed any girls outside of challenges so it didnât make much sense
sure he had his fun outside of the villa
but he knew that he was going to be on national television, so he did try to dial it back
you were very turned off by this
you admitted in the confessionals, âiâve had my fair share of fuckboys. i even knew by coming here that i wasnât exempt from them! so to be real, iâm not shocked. i mean look at him. iâd be hurt if he wasnât sharing the fun with other people.â
heâs annoyed by it but doesnât let it phase him
now onto you guys
at this point, youâre pretty solid in your original connection
sunghoon didnât really gaf lmao
he was a bombshell, he wasnât supposed to be peacefulÂ
he had a talk with your connection in front of the guys
âiâm sorry but iâm here to step on toes and i really donât care if you donât like that. iâm not here to make friends.â
your connection nodded with a âchallenge acceptedâ type of smile
so let the games begin
he pursued you down
a solid week and a half of him and your partner fighting for you
until heeseung is bored one night and wants to play a game: truth or dare
ây/n, truth or dareâ
now you knew better than to accept a dare from any of these hooligans, âtruth.â
âdo you think your connection is solid enough to survive me being here?â he leans forward, resting his head on his hands with a smile
wow
so you didnât have anything to say
you literally plead the fifthÂ
and that caused some drama and needless to say, you and your partner argued that night
âso, one guy just comes around and all of a sudden iâm not enough for you?â
âi never said that, youâre just insecure and plus itâs not that serious. this is love island. i came here for me, who are you to hinder me from my experience?â
he slept outside that night
sunghoon slept with a smile on his that night
the next morning, he asked around what you liked for breakfast and brought it to you while you were doing your makeup
you thanked him politely, not liking him for basically prophesying your coupleâs misfortune
he knew what happened and was capitalizing off of it
fans easily saw this and thought the same, not entirely liking sunghoon and calling him a little bit of weirdo
âheâs hot but something about bro seems sketchyâ âis he a witch or sumn??? does bro have crystals and sage in his suitcase??? wtf is going onâ âi agree with the discourse but why am i kinda eating this up thoâ
you were chatting with jayâs girl and then he pulls you for a chat, to which you agreed reluctantly âsureâ
yâall went to the chairs by the beach. he sat on one and you sat across from him
âso? rough night?âÂ
âdo you have a problem with me?â
âno. i just want you.â
âyouâre so weird, i mean i appreciate that youâre trying to be nice to me in your own sick way. but i donât play games.â
he smiled, âiâm not playing with you, though. i just held up a mirror.â
âyouâre serious?â
âthink about it, i didnât do anything. i just asked you one question and he did the rest.â
you resigned
ok he was right, i mean
your partner was bugging out because he was threatened by another man
âobviously iâll leave you alone if you want me to but it wonât exactly help your situation.â
âyou some type of mind reader or something?â
âi donât need to read minds. i just need to pay attention. and iâve been watching for a while. what iâm seeing isnât really about me, itâs about what youâre not saying.â
fuck it
you stood up and walked toward to him as you straddled his hips
he smiled gently as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. and yours around his neck as you kissed officially
some of your fellow islanders were eavesdropping and and watching from behind the deck and they silently cheered
as you pulled back, âdid i say enough?â
biting his lip, he nodded as he rested his hand on the back of your head. âyeah,â the other head rubbed your thighs on either side of him.
you pulled away from the kiss and the tension lingered but he kept his grip on your thigh. as if he was scared youâd pull away.Â
âwhat are you thinking, pretty girl?â his voice took on a new tone. that sarcastic, patronizing inflection long gone.Â
âi think you knew exactly what you were doing.â you laughed
he smiled, your laugh actually giving him butterflies âmaybe,â the head that rested on your head moved to your cheek as he stroked it gently. âjust want to make you feel wanted,â
your connection ended up getting eliminated at recoupling (womp womp)
since sunghoon came late, casa was only a week later
a part of him was excited to explore more options
you didnât leave a note, which kinda stung
but there wasnât anything to do about it so he just continued as normal
he kissed a few girls, brought one back :(
definitely pissed you off!!
lowkey he got your frustration but itâs only been a week!!
âitâs not like weâre married or anything, iâm just tryna explore my options.â
to which you understood, didnât make the embarrassment any easier
you were so mad you didnât bring a guy back either
fans felt validated that their suspicions were right âsee??? i knew i wasnât buggin. heâs a hoe.â âi get that itâs been a week but he couldâve been a little nicer about it like damnâ âthe audacity to chase her and put her other connection at risk when he couldâve just kept it cool?? he just wanted screen time frâ âthis sounds crazy but not even heeseung is this badâ âhe wants to be heeseung sooo baddd LMFAOOâ
not hated, but not liked either
yâall fizzle out and he partners with the casa girlÂ
you get eliminated at that recoupling
you guys hug before you leave and reconcile
no beef
no static
heâd def reach out after everything tho
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I actually do think that doing magic takes a lot of work and is kinda hard and there aren't very many good shortcuts, and many modern shortcuts actually just amount to leaving out steps, which means you either have to be powerful enough to brute-force it or it fizzles.
Look, I know some people are just much better at magic and witchcraft; anything they do works with little effort, and the lengths some of us have to go to accomplish magic seems bizarre to them. Those people are cool and I wish I was like them but I'm not.
But I also think some of the truth of how to work effective sorcery gets paved over by these "witchcraft has no rules, do anything you want" support posts.
Because A) that is not true, I believe that witchcraft has lots and lots of rules (it's just that nobody else can tell you what they are), and B) I think do anything you want is taken to mean anything you do should work, which is also not true.
I feel like I always see advice given that you don't need to do things (like use physical tools, or cast circles, or whatever). But I never see anyone explaining the techniques and paths of power that are supposed to replace them.
Let's just imagine for a moment that clear quartz really is a universal substitute. Discordians would say that it totally is. So does that mean all you have to do to sub out clear quartz is to just put it on the altar and do the ritual as if it's something else?
Or do you have to do something more?
Do you have to consecrate the stone as being something other than what it is? Do you have to ritually birth it into a new life and baptize it like a baby? Do you have to spend weeks or months honing your technique of focus and beliefs so that you can mentally shift from consensus reality to a personal reality where there is literally no difference between clear quartz and sodalite?
Do you have to raise energies of sodalite and imprint them into the quartz crystal, perhaps working over it for an extended period of time? Do you have to use energy work to tie the clear quartz into Ideal Sodalite so that it becomes like an avatar?
No, you don't have to use physical tools if you don't want to. But that shouldn't be taken to imply that tools are useless or can be replaced in a way that matters by just visualizing that you have them.
A witch spends six months propitiating a tree, ingratiating themselves with the land, offerings and acts of fealty to the tree, a week-long branch harvesting ritual, blood offerings at midnight on a holy day, then another year curing the wood and crafting a wand. Big effort, right?
And you don't need to do that. But if you want that power, what are you going to do instead?
Same with circle-casting. Same with magic on the full moon. No, you don't have to wait until the full moon. You don't have to wait until the moon is in Libra. But there's a really good reason people do those things. So if you want those effects, what actions can replace those effects?
You literally could not do the spell while the full moon is in Libra. That's fine. But then what will bridge the gap? Will you have to raise more energy somewhere else? Include a new aspect? Modify the spell for the moon you can work with?
"You don't have to follow the moon phase for magic" doesn't mean the moon phase is irrelevant and some witches just like to inconvenience themselves for no reason. But it does mean that you can probably adapt your working to overcome the moon being in the inopportune phase.
Every time I talk about how much time, energy, and effort magic can be I feel like someone always replies, "well, it's just not that hard for me! I do what I want with what I have when I need it and it always just works, with very little effort."
Which I think is very great for them, but I also don't think that most people can get results with such low effort.
So anyway my entire point is that I think sometimes the reason people struggle with getting witchcraft to work is because they are operating off of out-of-context soundbites that make it sound like you can just completely cut out some of these foundational concepts of witchcraft.
Maybe you don't have to accomplish those steps in traditional ways. Maybe you don't need all of those steps for every spell you're doing.
But if you've just cut out swaths of steps only because you heard someone say you don't need them (not because of your own experiments working with magic and determining what works best for you), then is there enough left to constitute a functional system of magic?
#don't worry even I am lowkey board of my apparently traditional phase#is this a seasonal thing? am I tedious because it's winter?#I can almost guarantee some time late march I'll be making a post like yeah fuck the moon and circles anything you want is real#beginner witch#witchblr#tbl
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Not to go too analytical here, but that's exactly what I'm going to do.
See, that last gif of Buck and international treasure Christopher Diaz is of a scenario where typically the roles 'should' be reversed. That's the scene where Buck is telling Chris that his father got shot. But instead of Buck comforting Chris, as would be considered the more normal thing to happen here, it's the other way around. Buck later says that he should have held it together, but looking through the other GIFs and just thinking about the general context, is it really surprising that Buck broke down?
Think about it. Buck is, as dubbed by Bobby 'the guy who likes to fix things'. He always makes sure everyone else is okay before addressing his own issues, and sometimes he never does. Eddie got shot right in front of Buck. They were only about a metre or two apart, it could so easily have been him instead. Buck, being Buck, believes that it 'would have been better... If I'd been the one who got shot'. He's very clearly showing signs of survivor's guilt. And then, after that, he has to tell his best friend's son that he's not coming home tonight, maybe not ever. He has to say that to a child who has already lost his mother.
And here's the crucial part, the part that is summed up in the original post nicely: nobody checked to make sure Buck was okay.
They were so worried about Eddie that you never actually see Buck get any sort of comfort from anyone. He was barely holding himself together as it was, and his coping mechanism is to push it down and act like he's okay. He kept it all in, which of course can only ever lead to it bursting out. So when, on top of all the pain and stress and fear he's experiencing, he has to go and tell Christopher - a child he already feels like he's failed due to the tsunami - that he might be about to lose his father. And Buck loves them both, Eddie and Christopher, so much and so from his perspective he might be about to lose them both.
And it all comes out.
Then there's Chris, who has already lost so much for someone so young, who understands much more about the situation than anyone his age should. But in that moment, his first priority is to comfort Buck, his father's best friend who is practically family at that point. Nobody else had thought to comfort Buck, not any of the firefighters who have all suffered losses and know how to cope, none of the adults who knew far more of what Buck had been through, just a ten(?) year old boy.
Somebody please give Buck a hug. Literally anyone. I do not care who. Just someone comfort that poor guy.
Thinking about comfort hugs.
Comforting Bobby.
Comforting Maddie.
Comfort Eddie.
Comforting Chim.
Comforting Hen.
And then there's Buck.
Here's a hug, but he's comforting Maddie.
No one even touched him until he collapsed, and then they're just holding him up. He can barely grip Hen's arm.
Bobby drags him back and lets go just as Buck breaks down.
And then there's this MVP.
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