#there was not a single thing ab the show in the tag for a whole day and maybe a little after

[sapphosclown]

since jatp girls are clowning again remember that time we spent all day debating over cheesecake

[bitchlessdino]

Good Dad, Better Daddy (m)

Pairing: Fem!reader x dilf!Mingyu

Genre: smut, angstish

word count: 8.4k

tags: plot rich, age gap, morally gray reader, medical student!reader, mentor!reader, best friend's dad!mingyu, kissing joshua and brief mentions of jeonghan, forced proximity, domestic au, mention of alcohol, spitting, oral (rec.), praise kink, pet names (good girl) pussy spitting, spanking, daddy kink, exhibitionism, face cumming, pearl necklaces, unprotected sex

Summary: you were hesitant when your friend said you should just stay at her house for the summer, especially knowing you can barely contain yourself with her hot dad around as well as the thought of not getting caught.

author note: so this one is real, as promised. its filthy. messy. and dramatic

@shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @onlymingyus

You had a pretty normal taste in men. It wasn’t extraordinary, like he had to be super talented at one thing or had to come from loads of old money. What you envisioned for yourself was a nice man with a humble heart, great taste in food–if he could help it–be fit and find you just as attractive as you find him.

Kim Mingyu, your college friend’s biological father, could not be this man. He could never be this man. Not for the fact that he is unattractive–good heavenly gods and goddesses, how does a man like this exist–because he is just that, incredibly gorgeous and big and tall and hot.

The point is, you’re still looking, and this summer was the perfect time to do that. The problem was that Minhee–the trustworthy underclassmen/good friend/daughter of the infamously hot dad that somehow surfaced all over campus–invited, well insisted, that you stay with her for the remainder of summer break.

You had gotten close with her over the school year as a mentor, working her though pre-med to prepare her for actual medical school, yours specifically since it was best in the whole ding dang country. You just happen to mention your parents lived out of the way and you couldn’t visit them this year, so summer break had been a fleeting thought in your mind. Minhee, irrevocably delightful and considerate, wanted to show thanks for all the time you put into helping her and mention the spare room at her home half an hour away from campus.

The same home with the incredibly gorgeous father of hers that you had the pleasure of meeting once at a college picnic. It was a hot day, and he wore a sleeveless tank top that was transparent from the sweat of several rounds of volleyball, clinging on to him like a thin additional layer of skin. Attention was on him like a single acorn in a field of squirrels, gnawing at the sight of such a specimen with abs and pecs so taut and round you could mistake them for the brioche buns for the grilled burgers you were all having. And now, you are going to have the pleasure of living in close quarters with him. Only God knows how this would go.

“Good seeing you again, Y/n. Need help getting that upstairs?”

Mr. Kim, who urges you to call him Mingyu instead, is pointing out the duffle bag the size of a human being loaded on your back that you physically struggled to carry in. You remember your mom once pointing out how it looked ridiculous strapped to you like that. That was the point mother. It eliminated any potential advances.

You grin back at him with wide, platonically amicable smile, “Nope, all good,” then made your first steps over to the stairs and you can practically feel his presence lingering behind you as you walked up, probably waiting for you to fall so he could catch you in his stupidly large arms.

“Are you sure? I’m all for being a feminist, independence and what not, but I don’t know if I can let a bag that big potentially get you to trip fall down these stairs. Just had them remodeled.” God, his smile was dazzling, and those pretty canines could mark you like a badge you’d wear proudly.

“I’m good, Mr. Kim. Your glossy wood boards are safe under my feet, I promise.”

He scoffs, following you back up the stairs. “What did I tell you about calling me Mingyu, hmm? Plus you’re a guest. Since I’m the one that’s paid off this house, that means something.”

Please. He’s so witty, funny, and charming in addition to being so, so hot. This was going to be a long summer. 

You toss the bag on the bed in the room Mingyu had claimed would be your ‘home away from home,’ and you smile at him in gratitude for keeping the peace.

“While I appreciate it, it’s all good. Thank you, though.” You were painfully aware of your hair sticking out in the most unflattering angles, your cheeks warm and face sweaty from climbing up a flight of stairs, and your loud obnoxious pants that could compete with your old neighbor’s golden retriever that had breathing problems. Nope, not even giving him an opportunity to think about any potential of being in bed with him. The question was, were you trying to convince him or yourself?

“Well then, Minhee is with her mom for another hour, so you won’t see her until then. If you’re hungry I could always whip you something up in the meantime. Save you some lunch money.”

Before you could protest, the eruption of thunder in your stomach interrupts you, earning Mingyu your sheepish grin and you one of Mingyu’s know-it-all smiles. “I guess a sandwich or something couldn’t hurt.”

He beckons you with a head tilt. “Come on down, you can help me. We can make something for Minhee before she gets here, too.”

Let’s make things clear. When Kim “DILF” Mingyu asks you to follow him to hell, you follow him to hell. When he offers to make you food, you happily devour it. And when he asks you for help in the kitchen, you tell him “yes, chef,” like you’re his doting little follower. You convince yourself it’s because you grew up with manners in your household. Helping elders was the least you could do. Mingyu, being much older, just naturally fell into that category.

“So, Minhee has only good things to say about you. I can’t thank you enough for helping her.”

He shoves the fabric of his button up to his elbows and proceeds to grab things from top sleeves you wouldn’t otherwise reach, handing you a grater and block of cheese to conjure up some of his famous Kimchi pasta. You’re carefully holding the grater steady by the handle, taking the block from the tip and spreading. “Well, Minhee’s awesome, I can’t thank her enough for being amazing. Getting into medical school was insane for me and she’s just breezing through. You have a very intelligent daughter, Mr. Kim.”

“Mingyu.” He repeats, as if telling you once wasn’t enough.

You shake your head while scrunching your nose. “Doesn’t roll off the tongue for me, sorry.”

Pouting, he glances at you in a light-hearted glare. “Fine. Treat me like a stranger. Eat my food like I’m a personal chef. I'm just Minhee’s old man after all.”

You roll your eyes with a smile on your lips. “Fine. Mingyu. Happy?”

“Much.”

His tone is happy, playfully, yet effortlessly alluring. Especially as he strides your way, standing mere inches away from you to retrieve a bountiful cheese nestling inside the grater, which he scoops up into a bowl to put in his decadent red sauce simmering over the stove. He meets your eyes in a soft gaze, the one that makes you hear music in your head, politely asking, “more please,” and tossing bowel’s contents to the pan.

He wants more cheese, you’d grate more cheese. What you did not intend was a piece of your palm to get caught in the metal. You wince, causing you to drop the cheese grater and hold up your hand to examine the damage.

“What’s wrong?” He immediately comes back to your side and takes your hand in his large grasp, seeing the cut for the first time, fresh with red. “Be more careful, please.”

His eyes crinkle in concern, thumbing over the sensitive layer skin, and releasing a sigh from his lips. Your eyes flutter, startled at his quick return, feeling the tension of his forearms as it brushed against yours. He could’ve not looked more attractive than this very moment and now you were wondering how many accidents you can get yourself into before he starts suspecting they’re intentional.

“I’m okay. Just a bit of a scratch.”

The way his eyes flit back at you in disbelief, almost as if there’s anger in them, and that simple look makes something in your chest do somersaults. “Are you kidding me? You’re bleeding. I’m getting first aid.”

“Mingyu–”

“Sit down, Y/n.”

Why, yes, sir.

You take the seat on the bar stool, watching as Mingyu momentarily turns off the stove and grabs a little red box. He pulls it apart, setting most of the contents on the counter. He treats the cut delicately, quietly, gracefully. Making sure it’s properly clean from infection, he places a bandaid, trapping in the sensitivity.

“Thank you.” You squeak out.

He gives you a soft grin. “Not a problem. Didn’t expect to be babying two girls this weekend.”

Babying. That word lingered in your mind longer than it should have. It invades your brain, crawling into the inner workings of thoughts pushed aside and echoed in your head. It bothered you and you have the faintest idea why.

You snicker humorously. “I’m definitely not a baby.”

He shrugs, smoothing out the adhesive. “Of course not. Not many babies are accomplished enough to graduate cum laude to get into medical school with 4.0 GPA, while building a philanthropy for families that suffered from loss due to the worldwide pandemic.”

You shyly shield away hearing that. You hadn’t expressed that part of your life often with other people. Most of the time, you are found out, having people commend you when the topic is brought up. But you didn’t do it for attention, including Mingyu’s. “Minhee told you that?” You watch for his response, seeing his lips curl up in a foreign method.

“No, she didn’t.”

You shake your head, bemused. “How did you hear that then?”

“I did my own research on you. Making sure you weren’t some kid making Minhee out for a quick buck.”

“And?” You had a feeling there was more to it.

His posture has shifted, expression somewhat twisted, and eyes fixated on you. Like he is undressing you in his head as we speak.

“I wasn’t disappointed.”

A gust of wind expels from your lungs and despite the vagueness in both your words, it’s as if you were speaking your own language. He lets go of your hand, but visibly craves being closer. Cursing his better judgment, he doesn’t take the risk, and instead takes a step back instead. Your arm lunges forward, off your seat and towards Mingyu, and your hand wraps around his forearm. You trail over his expression, cautious and hesitation, and you let a digit impulsively run down his arms, now pebbling in goosebumps under your touch.

“Why do you look scared of me?” you ask, now grinning.

He looks as if he wants to brush off the comment, but his defense fails to let him. “Why would I be scared of you?”

“You tell me, Mr. Kim,” You raise a brow. “Or I’m sorry, Mingyu. Since that is what you like me calling you. Mingyu.”

He scoffs, feeling backed into a corner. The image was funny since he had the very build to do that same, but here he was. Trapped. Being interrogated. None other than a college student only a few years older than his daughter. “Can you blame a guy for wanting to make things less awkward?”

“What is there to be awkward about–I’m not awkward,” you lie through your teeth, pressing a palm to your chest, “Is there something you feel awkward about? Mingyu.”

His name burns on your tongue differently, stark in contrast to its original purpose of dropping formalities. Maybe it could drop pants instead.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, Y/n.”

Looks like you’ve hit a nerve.

“I’m simply trying to get to know you better, considering that’s what it sounded like you wanted. Are you trying to get to know me, Mingyu? What things do you want to know?”

His bottom lip drops from the corner of his mouth, blinking back at your taunts in intrigue, and shifts the weight on his legs. He takes the moment to scan you from head to toe, deliberating your question, leaning closer against you until you find your back digging into the marble of the counter. His hands plant on either side of you. His warm breath fans your cheeks, spicy cologne  surrounding you at all angles, and he ponders at you from the dark wisps of hairs that fell at his eyes.

“Are you ready for that answer? Truly?”

You swallow a lump in your throat, already caught in those eyes that now trailed over your body shamelessly. He looks at you as if he held back this whole time and has finally let loose of the reins. His hands smoothed over the marble, meeting each other, locking fingers, and trapping you in his careful embrace.

Your hand falls to his first chest, feeling the pure stone beneath the thin layer of fabric on top of him. You let out a shallow breath, eyes roaming over the man you so desperately wished wasn’t constantly in your mind. God, did he feel utterly exquisite. 

Your hands trail up the nape of his neck, lifting yourself from your toes, and let your lips ghost over his. Your hot, anxious breath fans his face, and the pulse you feel under your palm heightens. “I think I have a right to know a lot of what you’re not telling me.”

‘Fuck me. Fuck me right now against this counter. I promise I’ll be good. Please lord, give it to me.’

Your wishes aren’t granted when you hear a car pull up and Mingyu immediately backs off, shaking his head like falling out of a trace.

‘No! No! Minhee. What the fuck? What the fuck? I was this close to fucking your dad and I was willing to do so much.’

You internally sob, hearing the beep of the vehicle go off, and a few seconds after a jangle of keys, the door swings open. “The prophetic child had arrived!”

You settle into the marble in defeat. Trying to muster up anything other than disappointment on your face as you watch Mingyu retreat from you and wrap his arms around his daughter. “Took you long enough, kid. Was thinking you forgot about me.”

“How could I even think about leaving the two of you alone in one place? You are embarrassing enough.”

His arm slings over her shoulders, planting an old fashioned noogie on the crown of her head. “Take that back. Say I’m the coolest.”

“Dad, what the heck? You’re so annoying!”

Minhee talks a lot of smack, but she smiles the brightest around her dad. Their smiles couldn’t be any more different, considering she got that from her mom, but you could see a lot of Mingyu in Minhee. Your stomach is now bubbling up in guilt, momentarily grim, before pushing yourself to meet her halfway. “Hi, Minhee.”

“Y/n!” She shoves Mingyu out of the way and grips you with so much force and warmth. “You really came! Gosh, this summer is gonna be so great.”

Minhee takes you aside, switches eyes back and forth from me and her father, chipper like an elf the day after Christmas. “My two favorite people in one summer. Don’t tell mom.”

“Why not,” he joins your embrace, fingers brushing against your bicep making your micro hairs stand stiff on your arm. “It could really bother her with this. I have every mind to.”

“Don’t you dare! Anyway, what's for lunch?”

Mingyu doesn’t pay the slightest attention to you during the meal after what almost transpired in the very place you prepared it. You fork over your food door in contempt, watching their animated conversation long enough to analyze their relationship. Minhee is as easy going as her dad, all smiles and radiance, and while Mingyu was well into his age, it doesn't appear so as he emits this natural youth that seems to combat age better than that of the most expensive, luxurious cream on the market. He aged incredibly. Even the smell of fermented cabbage couldn’t bring disdain to his presence.

“Hope dad’s been nice. He can be a lot.”

You’re pulled away from your thoughts and you smile back at the younger girl, not letting it reach near your eyes. “Oh, he’s been…inviting.”

Mingyu clears his throat at that, hands giving out in a slight tremble as he reaches over to retrieve his beverage.

“Probably overly inviting. He has a habit of that, but that is usually what scares the bad ones away. He’s always given my ex-boyfriends this illusion of comfort and hospitality, but then rips them apart when they say anything remotely critical about me.” She playfully shudders, “he can go psycho.”

“I am right here, darling daughter.”

“Good, because you needed to hear it.”

You chuckle in amusement, feeling honored you get to witness such a wholesome relationship. Their familial interactions eventually come to an end and dishes are gathered to get washed. You volunteer yourself to help, reasoning with the Kims that you were a grateful guest living here for free, and that this was the least you could do.

“Not with your cut.” Mingyu points out.

Minhee’s eyes shoot open at you. “You got a cut?”

“It’s fine,” you reassure, “I’ll wear gloves. Why don’t you get the movie ready that you’ve been wanting to watch?”

“I actually thought of taking us out, if that’s okay. We should spend the first night out, not at home. Silly.”

“Oh?”

You hadn’t thought about leaving the house much, only expecting a few dinners out when the night prompted, but it was a Thursday afternoon. What much was there to do on a hot summer weekday? What was even open?

“There's just this place I wanted to check out since getting back into town and I just know you would love it. Please?” 

You were actually really hoping to finish that moment again with Mingyu, calling in a bathroom break when you’re really having him rail you down the stairs with his hand clamped over your mouth. “Sure. Why not? We deserve it.”

Minhee claps with joy. “Great! I’m gonna get ready.”

The girl makes her excited steps up the stairs, the thumps of her feet distancing from earshot as you come up over the sink. You pull the gloves over your forearm as warm water runs down the rubber. “I guess I should hurry up and get ready too.”

You peer at Mingyu from the corner of your eyes. For the first time, an unreadable expression is on his face, and he’s taken over in silence. He thinks to walk over, hovering his footing, and gradually approaching you in a smooth stride. “You girls have fun.”

That was a strange response considering your moment together. You direct your body to him, “Um, Mingyu, are you acting strange becau–”

“We should let what happened not come between us. Just a fleeting moment. Natural with two adults. You understand.”

With that he walks away from you, only having his back into view as tracks his way back to his room, leaving you abandoned, horny, ashamed.

Fuck it. You will have a good time.

As soon as you and Minhee were both ready, you’d have a great time out, and you’d make sure of it. You leave the house together, punching the thought of Mingyu away and enjoy drinks at the new bar located a short drive from her place. The atmosphere is lively and well and the drinks, although pricey, were delicious nonetheless. 

The occasional image of Mingyu mere centimeters away from you would appear in your head and with that, you immediately swallow down your drink, drowning him until it’s a blur. It helps that Minhee liked talking, and you dind’t mind in the slightest. She was good company, one of the many reasons you like being around Minhee. It seems that you weren’t the only one to agree as you swarmed by company.

They introduced themselves as Jeonghan and Joshua, two gentlemen that planned on scoping out the location to see how it competes with theirs, evidently poaching new clientele. They urge both you and Minhee to visit their place another time, persuading you with a few free drinks and perks they were willing to give. You looked back at Minhee, seeing the same temptation in her eyes you felt in yourself, and you accepted, letting them know you’d be coming. 

The rest of the time is a blur–enjoying the presence of the music, eating, drinking, enjoying your first night out in a long time–and you feel a body against yours. You turn your head to see Joshua, finding the warmth of his strong, thick body lost in yours. You indulge, feeling the sweet release of liquor on your tongue and allowing him to roam your body with no protest.

You let a few moans slip, his hand automatically creeping over your waist. He grins angelically, but him on you feels like a constant devil on your shoulder. “You’ll make it, right? I’ll only come into work that night for you.”

You giggle like he said the funniest thing in the world, turning to face him and putting your hands over his shoulders, staring into his big eyes. “I promise.”

He holds you close that night, like Mingyu should’ve, but it does not breach the point of dancing. You appreciated that. When the night came to a close, you and Minhee got your UBER home. You wave away that kept you both company tonight and come back to Kim's residence a little lighter. Mingyu was nowhere in sight when you got home, so you drag Minhee up the stairs before that happens.

It takes a minute to wash her up, but eventually she gets into bed, and falls into a peaceful slumber. You were ready to have your turn. Peeling off your clothes, washing your face, and showering everything off was going to feel like a reset. You weren’t going to let the disappointment from today dictate the rest of your summer. Kim Mingyu was not why you came here. You were here to have the time of your life with your closest friend.

Walking out in the hallway to retrieve toiletries and extra clothes, there he stood. Shirtless–of course, he was–tan, taut, large. This man was a fucking mountain. He drags himself over to you in his gray sweats. “You’re both home late.”

“Night got away, sorry.” You weren’t sorry.

“As long as you’re both safe,” he grins kindly, “How's your hand?”

You bring it up in the air for him to see. “Perfectly fine. Didn't even feel it.”

Doubtful, he gets to grab it, ignoring your feeble protest. He turns it from front to back, stepping closer to you, shooting electricity throughout your body. The longer he lingers in your proximity, another one of his senses takes over. Nose stifling breaths, he’s leaning in, inhaling the scent on your body. You feel heat running up to your cheeks, flustered by his sudden urgency. “Do you always wear men’s cologne?”

Confusion displays on your face. You pick up the top hem of your blouse for a quick sniff and there it was, the scent he was referring to. Some concoction of sea breeze and sage lightly coated your clothes. Must’ve been Joshua. “Probably caught it from someone from the bar we went to.”

“You met someone?” He asks plainly.

You shrug, an unsure smile on your face. “I don’t know.”

There’s an unreadable look on his face you catch until it turns solemn, dropping your hand. “Get some rest.”

He trots off to his own room, his dark figure shrinking as he gets further away. You take a long sigh the moment he’s gone from sight, wallowing in that sinking sensation of knowing what had happened this afternoon. The position you place yourself in, the position he placed himself, was over.

After showering, you went to bed hoping the next day would be better. You shouldn’t have been sad. You had a decent night. Drank loads, danced all night long, mingled with people you don't feel guilty about. And tomorrow will be a new day.

Morning is spent with a Kim’s style breakfast, which means an abundance of anything they can make with leftover ingredients from the kitchen. Mingyu was bright and early along with Minhee, and she didn’t look like she lost one hour of sleep that night. She greets you as friendly as always and Mingyu follows.

You join the meal in silence, playing off as recovering from the night before–which wasn’t wrong–and eat your portion, feeling it fuel the unruly mood you were in. Damn, he was a good cook.

“You girls have anything fun to do today?”

Minhee answers with utter delight. “I’m taking Y/n to this other bar we were recommended last night.”

You nod in compliance with that.

“Well, if that’s all, why don’t we go grocery shopping? I’ve been setting all kinds of guest stuff at the house but forgot to stock up the fridge. You and Y/n can pick out whatever you need. I’ll pay.”

You look up, stopping him. “You don’t have to do that.”

He shares that kind of look he gives when he’s in front of his daughter, but a ghost of the lusty gaze was still fresh in your mind. “I’m not forcing myself to do anything. Just hoping to be a welcoming host. Think of it as a family outing. You get to be one of us.”

Minhee snorts at that. “Could you be anymore of a dad?”

“So what I’m hearing is you don’t want free snacks and sodas to have at the house?” He reiterates in hopes of tempting her.

“Well, I didn't say that.”

Mingyu laughs, turning back to you. “So?”

“Sure.” You respond with a forced smile.

Minhee made no concern about making a dent in Mingyu’s wallet and if he minded, he didn’t show it. You figured with the big house they have that this would be no different from a kid in a candy store seeing her spring everywhere and excited to show you local products only sold at this specific market. You would giggle at anything and all comments she’s made coming across something out of the ordinary and Mingyu would trail behind with his full cart like the dad he is.

“Oh my god, I think I just saw someone! You and dad, wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Minhee trots off by herself, leaving you and Mingyu alone again in your awkward silence. Having nothing to say, you didn’t, and you assumed he wouldn’t either.

“I don’t want things to be weird,” he starts, “it was a lapse of judgment on my part.”

“Mingyu, please,” you whisper, “she’s ten feet away from us.”

“And I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he leads the cart so he’s walking beside you, towering over you like the skyscraper he was, “Coming on to you wasn’t the plan. Minhee respects you, cares about you. And why wouldn’t she? You’re amazing.”

You shirt under his words, dismissing it when you throw a family size bag of ruffle chips in the car. “Been wanting these.”

“I’m just sorry. I’ve clearly bothered you, disrespected you, and I didn’t intend for any of that.”

“Why are you saying this now,” you ask in a hushed tone, causing him to stop the wheels, “what are you even doing?”

He sighs, dropping his head in embarrassment, unsure either, but it seems as if he wanted to clear the tense air. You appreciated it. Most men that have done way more than what he did would’ve flat out ignored you regardless of the situation. Ghosting became a globalized norm. Mingyu’s confrontation, although stress-inducing, was somewhat refreshing. Different from previous men you’ve had relations with, platonic or not.

“Minhee is the most important thing in my life and you are someone very special to her, more than you know.”

You nod in agreement, understanding his sentiment. “She’s special to me. My best friend even.”

Mingyu sighs in relief. “So, we’ll forget what we had happened?”

“Forget what happened?” You grin in the end.

He smiles back, looking up as Minhee reunites with you and you feel as if things are back to normal. Minhee is still your closest friend. Mingyu is just her hot dad. And that’s it. That was that. You were fine thinking that for the rest of the summer.

The rest of the day was all leisure right up until the evening. As the light outside dimmed,  You and Minhee were getting ready to go out again. The attire was slightly more done up than the previous night, boosting your confidence. You added a dark shadow paired with tighter clothes and Minhee couldn’t help but gush at your appearance. Loving this girl was too easy. You trade her the same excitement and bounced together in the anticipation of another exciting night. 

You followed her downstairs, ready to leave, and Mingyu the last thing you see before you make your way to the door. “Have fun! Be safe.”

Leaving with a new life on lease, that seems to change when catch a glimpse at his face shutting the door. The darkness in his eyes, how they scan from up and down your body in a swift lick, burned in your memory. And you once again feel that feeting excitement he graced you once with.

You made good on your promise to the guys from the other night, and they were one of the first few faces you see as you enter. You join them, getting the free drinks they swore to give and experience more of the night life. Compared to the previous bar, this had been much more lively, rowdy, touchy. You made sure to be careful, carrying both your and Minhee’s drinks with hands hovering over their open lips. Minhee gathers her less than sober self to go to the restroom, insisting there's no need for you to come and that’d she’d be fine.

“Are you sure?” you ask in concern, and she repeats herself, pointedly shifting her eyes to the man behind you in mischief as she makes her escape.

Joshua meets your side similarly to last night, grinning that gorgeous grin, looking back at you with those pretty brown eyes, and large hands traveling over your body in a practiced-movement. “I was happy to see you came.”

“Oh?” you smile back, hands over his neck.

The small distance between you both leaves so little to the imagination and feeds some of that intimacy you’ve craved since coming to this part of town. You don’t look at him to know he wants you. From the way he cradles your sides, coming down‌ your shape, to how his hips lightly dip back to yours sensually, generously. You press up to his body in need, believing you want it too, but when you test your limits, you’re faced with reality.

The moment your lips meet, you hope to feel something–anything–but in the back of your mind a voice taunts you. It laughs back at you. Pressing the big red X button like it was broadcasted talent show.

It was a nice kiss. Somewhat decent, with nothing inherently wrong with it. But it didn't leave you wanting more.

‘He could never be him.’

You part from him abruptly and‌ in a few words of apology he understood, stepping back with a small smile. How you wish it could’ve been him. It would’ve been so much easier if it were him.

You go off to find Minhee, searching for her up and down. Going to the restroom couldn’t have taken that long, then there she was, dancing on the small stage right by the DJ. Everyone cheered for her as she did her performance, as did you, but it all came to a close as she tumbled right off, hitting the ground and landing on her side.

“Minhee!”

No limps were broken, no twisted ankle, or broken ribs, but drunk off her rocker, and it's proven true as you hear her slurring her words. You lightly slap sides of her face to gain back her consciousness. Not even seeing her flinch, you knew she was long gone.

“You probably get her back home safe in bed,” Jeonghan says stepping in.

You conceded, apologizing another time this night for things that should’ve been in your control. Mingyu was going to hate you for this, but you needed her home safe.

You wave at the male duo and a few other friends you made from the cab and tend to Minhee as she loses to sleep. You amble on to carry her weight back to the house, shuffling through her keys to reach past the door. Making too much noise and taking too long to find the right key, it open from teh other side, meeting Mingyu who stares back at you with startled eyes.

“What happened to her?”

There’s a calm fury in his voice, and guilt festers in the pit of your stomach. “Help, please. I’m sorry.”

He comes to Minhee’s other side, grumbling to himself as he helps guide her upstairs. She drops on her bed in heavy plop, her snores following. You both tiptoe towards the door and shut it quietly, not wanting to disturb her.

“Now, I repeat, what the hell happened?”

He had every right to be angry. You did this, you could’ve prevented this.

He lets you a deep exhale, quietly shouting his daughter's name in anguish. “Minhee, what the fuck?”

“She drank too much,” you admit, “She left to go to the restroom. I should’ve gone with her.”

“You think? You both could’ve gotten severely hurt, or worse.”

“Mingyu, I'm so sorry.”

He takes a moment of silence. “It’s not entirely your fault. Minhee overexerts herself sometimes. forces her to let loose twice as hard to make up for it. I wonder if I taught her that.”

“No, of course not. I'm her best friend. I should’ve kept an eye on her.”

“You were there to have fun, not babysit. Look, Minhee may be that right now but it’s because I couldn’t support her properly, because of me she has developed these unhealthy habits.” he sighs. “Though, after the divorce, I wonder if I was ever a good father.”

You tug at him in disbelief. “You’re a great dad! Minhee loves you so much. She talks about you all the time. “

His gaze softens, pulling lightly at his t-shirt, “She does?”

“Yes, like how you cook for her on sick days so that she recovers twice as fast. Or when she was little, she made a scrapbook out of the little lunch notes you made her. Or when you confronted her boyfriend at that picnic, getting in his face and yelling at him. Yeah, she was embarrassed, but she was more relieved that it got out there at all. You are the person she loves the most. You’re so amazing and sweet and kind…Mingyu, I don’t want to forget about yesterday.”

His eyes harden at your shift of tone. “Y/n, you promised–”

“Yeah, well, that was before yesterday when I didn’t think I had a chance with someone like you.”

You draw yourself closer to him, closing the gap, feeling him fall weak for a moment, reciprocating. His lips were plush and sweet as you hoped, stark in contrast to his firm torso you felt through his shirt. He pulls away, holding you at a distance.

“Y/n, we can’t—“

“I kissed someone tonight.”

He immediately tenses up, his hand overlapping around your wrist, speaking in a lethally soft voice. “What?”

“We danced, got super close, and we kissed.”

The moment you mention it, Mingyu immediately smells it. The dreaded cologne. He takes it in once again and grits his teeth in anger. Jealously quickly become a evil on his shoulder. “Same bastard?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, “but I wanted him to be you. I can't stop thinking ab—“

His lips fits over yours, his hand pressing into the arch of your back. He kisses you with so much carnal rage you can taste blood on your tongue and he launches you from the ground and around his waist. You dig your fingers into his scalp, kissing him deep, whimpers leaving your lips like a needy puppy.

“Not here,” he quickly states, before carrying you off to a room at the end of the hall. Fuck, was this a large house.

Once the door locks behind him, not bothering to turn on the lights in the almost pitch black of night, he takes your lips to feel his unadulterated power as he pins you to a wall. “Mingyu—“

“I’m not speaking to you, so you can forget about hearing a response.”

With much struggle, he pulls your panties out, or should you say tears it off of you as it drops tattered to the ground. That was fine. You can buy a million pieces of underwear, but there was only one Kim Mingyu. His pants fall abandoned on the ground, revealing his cock gloriously rock hard below you, looking even aesthetically beautiful with the moonlight peeking out from the window.

“You can speak now. Do you want me to fuck you, Y/n?” he asks menacingly, almost daring you to answer.

“Yes, Mingyu, please fuck me.”

He leverages you on the wall, fishing a condom out of a nearby drawer. Rolling it on, he lines it against your slit before he makes himself known. Your eyes roll back at the stretch, fingers digging into his shoulder as he bounces you on his cock. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moan.

“You’re so wet, s-shit.”

Mingyu throws back his head, immersed in the warmth radiating off your walls and he lets your moans take him to another world. In a haste decision, he slips your dress over your head before tossing it. He mouths at your tits, plump and stiff between his lips, and he hurdles a deeper round of thrusts inside you. 

When you get a little too loud, his hand comes over to clamp your mouth, wolf like eyes staring back at you, “Shut it. You don’t deserve to speak.”

His thin white tee that stays a barrier between you and him does not hide the rippling body underneath that seemed to be sculpted by gods. He presses into you, grunting, using you like his personal sex doll and you embrace it, thrived from it, came to it. Your hips contract, slewing in perfect circles, before having your legs fall gradually lifeless as you arousal drip down your thighs.

He pays your climax no mind, pushing you off the wall and pushing you into the sheets face down. You could muffle your screams of pleasure easier here. Turning your head back to face him, you notice now he’s shirtless–taut and shiny from sweat like a large set of Hawaiian rolls–before seeing how quick he is to fit back inside you.

“You can look, but remember. Stay quiet. Got it?”

You nod back, obeying, biting into the duvet.

“Good girl.” His husky voice resonates and pushes you back into the sheets.

His grunts and sounds of skins slapping are all you hear as he pounds you back into the bed. It feels like heaven beneath his weight. You were feeling flushed to the touch, but making contact with his skin was like an inferno. He was the embodiment of heat and as suffocating as that could've been, it melts you like it’s how it always should’ve been.

His pace eventually falters, followed by a hushed “fuck,” and he empties out into the rubber. The moment he pulls out, it’s over. It’s truly over. You knew it’d happen that way but the pain didn’t feel any less real.

“Wash up and get to bed before Minhee sees.”

The door shuts and once again, you’re all alone.

In that shower, you sob, washing away the remaining grime, filth, guilt. And after everything that’s happened, you still hoped he’d fuck you like that again.

The next few days goes by and you don’t get that opportunity again. Instead, Minhee took up most of your days. You’d go to the market, watch movies, meet her friends and make them your own, grabbing take out and dinner reservations until you’ve scoured every part of town. And Mingyu, well, he’s staying on the sidelines, observing, never mentioning the your night of intimacy.

You hide it through smiles, good food, good company, but you dying on the inside, thinking to yourself how things got this way.

You missed his body, his warmth, his cock fucking you recklessly, not caring if he breaks you. The guilt you had once for betraying Minhee deteriorated over time, replaced with Mingyu, and just Mingyu.

That’s then you made an opportunity. You just need Minhee out. Calling up the friends you made in the area, you arranged a time and place she'd be for an extended time without you. Your reason for staying in: medical program information. You expected her to understand, and once you told her, you were proven right.

She left as soon as your mutual friend had arrived, waving you off as she entered the car. An unsuspecting smile on her face before she closes the car door. What she won’t know won’t hurt her.

Now was the moment to put it to action. You’d have it that Mingyu couldn’t run, couldn’t avoid you, couldn’t ignore you. And you only had a few minutes until he got back from his run.

Hastily, you slip out of your modest clothes before getting into a skimpy one, deliberately showing off your assets. You take your place on the couch to wait, using channel surfing as a way to pass time.

Hearing the sound footsteps coming up the front door made your heart race, immediately going to position yourself at the entrance. When Mingyu opens to see you on the other side, he could hear his heart drop at your ensemble. His eyes fell immediately at every tiny piece of clothing barely covering you body, feeling his member harder quickly. He quickly shuts the door before anyone else can see what he’s forced to and glares at you. “What is this?”

“Welcome home, Mr. Kim.” you answer cheekily. 

“Ming—where’s Minhee?” He shoulders past you, getting to the kitchen to get a drink.

“Out,” you answer, bouncing behind him shamelessly, “I told her I had something to do while she’s gone so I could stay behind.”

“Do what,” he grits, slamming the plastic bottle on the counter, “lie to her, do something that might hurt her behind her back?”

It stings, it really did, but you lacked more morals than you realized.

“It was the only way I could get you alone.” you step in front of him, twiddling your fingers.

“What is it you want, Y/n? Haven’t you done enough to me?”

You blink at him knowingly, thinking how dare he could play a victim. “You know better than anyone that it was a two-person job. We both wanted it.”

He rolls his eyes, annoyed, “Well, it was a mistake, and I should’ve quit while I was ahead.”

“I want more, Mingyu.”

He squeezed his eyes tight, slamming the empty bottle to the floor before responding, “Why are you being like this? What is wrong with you?”

He’s angry and rightfully so, but you wanted him, so badly you’d fight for it. No one–not even Minhee–at this point could stop you.

You latch on to him, not missing his lips. You pull yourself against his sweaty, musky form until you can feel the outline of his body on yours. He forces himself to pull away with a rough tug. There’s a moment of bizarreness on his face before giving in and reconnecting your lips, furiously kissing you as he places you on the kitchen counter. His tongue is quick to find yours and pulling your top over your breasts to play with them, squeezing them harshly in his hand before tweaking your stiff peaks between his fingers.

“Mmh, daddy…please, please fuck me.”

Mingyu pauses, returning twice as rough, pressing into the sopping core that seeps out your shorts, eliciting a whine from your end. The waistband of his sweats grinds into you like he’s a machine: starved, automated, merciless. 

“You want me to fuck that bad? Hmm?” He tucks your legs around him, digging in you deeper, slapping the skin of your thigh that reached your ass. “You’re gonna be a good‌ for me to use? Let me fill you up with my cock?”

“Yes, I want your cock fucking me, please,” you plead in a high-pitched voice.

“Fine. This time and never again.” he lifts you off the counter and takes you to his room. Dumping you in bed, he pulls his muscle tank off and rips off your shorts from your body.

Right then and there, he claims the heat between your legs after spitting right into the center. He devours you, jaw gripping from the underside of your folds as his tongue runs rampant in your core. His face is damp in the matter of seconds, but your nectar is all he can think about as he fists his erection through his sweatpants.

“Daddy, your mouth is so good…you’re eating me so good.”

A hand comes on the skin of your thigh again, coming as both a warning and encouragement. He gets lost in you, inhaling you, falling weak at you. He swore he never would again. He’s already done enough thinking about you from that one picnic. The way your hair bounces in the light or how your clothes hug your body as a gust of wind blows past you. You radiated such light in stark contrast to the weak, needy beauty before him. It was on so many levels wrong, but he pointed it to all factors of being sex deprived. Of course, it was normal to find a younger attractive woman sexy. She was an adult, but wasted on him finding out how closely you work with his kid, the kids he loves so much and would kill for. 

But you. God, damn it, you. He wanted you just for a second and he took it, only for you to come back wanting more. A mirror image of himself. Unlike his initial findings, he has more in common with you than he thought.

“I’m close daddy!”

His tongue runs faster, harder, feeling the taste of your core go from one taste to another, feeling the cum coat his mouth like liquid gold. With a last jerk to your legs, he moves over to tower at you, prying your mouth open and dropping your fluid in your mouth, seeing it seep out of the corner of your lips before kissing you. He drags the taste around, gripping you by the chin, grunting in your mouth.

He kicks off his sweats, pulling you up by the arm, and allows you to straddle his lap. His cock prods at your stomach, flicking back at the soft section of your stomach. You run your fingers through hair, hovering on top of him, mere atoms away from putting him in you. You had the mind to ask breathlessly, “Condom?”

“I’d have to get up.”

A quick moment of panic runs through your mind. “I’m clean, but–”

“I’ll pull out. And cum anywhere else.”

You take a hard gulp, but give a definite nod. Not letting go of his embrace, allow the round tip to slide over your wet slit–sweet mewls leaving your lips–before you let your walls hug around his raw girth. Initially frightening, given that you weren’t willing to take this kind of risk before–you were a med student and staying safe and clean was rule one–but every inch cover around your walls stretches euphorically. 

You let out an anguished moan adjusting to his size, but with how wet you are, it wouldn’t be a problem for long. You roll your hips down, taking him all of him, incomprehensive mumbles leaving your lips while taking strikes against your ass, stinging with every touch. “Being such a good girl for me, letting me fuck you…”

He squeezes the flesh of your cheek, teeth pulling on the bottom of your lip. “It’s my pleasure, daddy…”

God, you loved it, every second. 

Minutes passed and he’s only pushed harder, plunge deeper, filling in that crevice of yours until you’re spent all over his bed. He bruises you, bites you, swelling your skin. He finally let go of all the inhibitions that once held him back. That’s when he gets close, cursing under his breath. You fall back on the bed as he pulls out, thick white ribbons shooting thin in the air to cascade over your face and chest, even on your tongue. He pants hard, unable to tear away from the decadent view he’s witnessing. You are usually lovely beyond compare, but you were absolutely breath-taking adorned by his cum.

He had to have more of you.

Although he told himself it’d be the last, that was far from the truth. Since that day, he took every opportunity to have you and without a word of defiance against you. You had your days with Minhee: breakfast, brunch, lunch, sometimes dinner. But he had you at nights, or at days the house was empty. He made it last. All of it. All of you.

Eventually, as school started up again, you’d have to leave, and he gave you one last moment in the shower to commemorate it, putting an end to this summer fling. 

Despite missing Mingyu, you were excited to get back on track. You set your back in your newly leased apartment, smiling back at the memories you’ve made in the time you were away. As you were putting away the last of the things from your disgustingly big sack, your phone goes off, Minhee’s name brightly lit on the screen.

“Hey, Minhee. I just got in,” you greet grinning.

“Aw, that’s good. I think you left something behind, though.”

“Shoot,” You shuffle through your belongings, trying to think what that thing could be. “What did I leave?”

“Hard to tell, I think it’s…the truth?”

Your eyes shoot open at the sudden hostility in her voice. “Minhee, I—“

“Are you fucking my dad, you bitch?”

[writtenjewels]

Horny Brain

[some PWP for Jason on his birthday]

Jason sucked in a breath, his whole body going rigid. He blinked and looked again just to make sure he hadn't imagined it. But no, the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen was just a few feet in front of him. The man was wearing a fishnet halter top held in place by straps, and black suspenders that hooked into his tight boxer-briefs. Such an outfit was pretty common in this club, but damn did it help accent every angle and curve of the man's body.

He was broad-chested, built solid and... sweet Jesus, that was chest hair curling a happy trail to his waistline. The man's legs were hairy, too, nice and thick. The boxer-briefs hugged him tight enough to assure Jason's thirsty gaze that the man's ass was just as thick.

It took every ounce of Jason's willpower to not walk over and start climbing the man like a goddamn tree. But he should probably tap the brakes a bit on his horny brain. At least get his fucking name! He took a breath and approached.

“Uh, hi.” The words came out as a breathy squeak. Enough for the man to turn at his voice.

“Hello,” he rumbled, his voice a pleasant low tone. Fuck, his face was so pretty. Slightly rounded cheeks, warm brown eyes, dark curly hair. The man smiled, his features softening. Jason started to rethink things. There was no way such an insanely hot guy was single.

“Nevermind,” Jason gulped.

“Are you sure?” The man's gaze did a slow sweep over Jason's body. He squirmed a little at the scrutiny. He had chosen a blue sleeveless shirt that showed off his abs and a pair of camo shorts. He kept on his dog tags, thinking being military might catch interest. Too bad it would've been weird to wear his hat indoors; he could've used the brim to hide right about now.

“Uh.” Why wouldn't his brain work? Maybe if he stopped staring at the man's tits and imagining faceplanting into them!

“My mistake.” The man's face fell a little and he took a step back.

“Hang on.” Jason's hand shot out and he grabbed onto one of the suspenders. “I'm Jason,” he blurted out. The man's expression shifted back into a smile.

“My name is Salim.” He wet his lips, eyes sweeping over Jason again. “Tell me, Jason,” he continued. “Are you as strong as those muscles make you look?”

There was a breathless quality to his voice. Jason recognized it and it made him swallow. He slid his hand along the suspender until he got to Salim's waist. He grabbed the man's side, nearly moaning at the feel of him. Jason lifted his hand to sink into Salim's other side. Holy shit, this man's body was perfect, just soft enough for Jason to dig his hands in.

“That strong enough for ya?”

“I...” Salim wet his lips, letting out a shaky breath. “Can you... go lower?”

“You got no idea how bad I wanna do that. But we better go find a room first.”

Jason knew that everyone came to this club for a similar reason, but what were the odds he would find the perfect guy and have that same guy be equally into him? He couldn't find a room fast enough. He slammed the door closed once they were inside and reached to sink his fingers into Salim's generous ass.

“Ah!” Salim leaned against the wall, mouth dropping open. “Y-yes, you're... very strong. A-are you going to... spread me open and... f-fuck me?”

“Jesus Christ,” Jason gulped, flushing at the words. “You're just as horny as me.” But he did like that idea. He pictured Salim on his back, his glorious body spread out, those thick legs open nice and wide...

“Jason,” Salim gasped. “Your hands... so good.”

“Cause you got such a fucking hot body,” Jason huffed back. He slid his hands around to squeeze into Salim's thighs, shaping and massaging the flesh before making his way up to the man's stomach. “How the hell are you single? You are single, right?” he checked.

“Yes.” Salim looked a little startled by the question. Then uncertainty flickered over his face. “Aren't you?”

“Yep.” He unclipped the suspenders so they wouldn't get in the way of him kneading into Salim's torso. He made it to the man's pecs, cupping one in each hand and squeezing. “Fuck! Salim...” The fishnet was sexy as hell, but it was getting in the way. Jason grunted, sliding his fingers into it. “Can I take this off?”

“Only if you take off your shirt, too.” Salim leaned in to whisper in Jason's ear. “I want to see your muscles flexing when you fuck me.”

If there was no lube or condoms in here, Jason might actually kill someone.

Once he made sure no one had to die senselessly, Jason grabbed at the halter top and nearly tore it off Salim's body. His own shirt was thrown to the floor, and then his hands were back to Salim, slipping under the waistband of those tight boxer-briefs. They were both already panting hard and eager. Jason tugged down, and nearly choked at what he revealed.

It wasn't really that much of a surprise that the man's dick was as big and thick as the rest of him. Jason might have to take it for a ride later. At the moment, he was far more interested in getting his hands on those thick thighs and spreading Salim open. He tossed his camo shorts onto the pile of clothes, then guided Salim over to the bed and pushed him down into the mattress. The man gasped, eyes fluttering.

“You like that?” Jason asked him.

“I do.” Salim reached up, sliding his hands over Jason's shoulders and down his chest. He squeezed into Jason's pecs. Jason twitched at the touch. He wasn't expecting to like being manhandled. “So firm and strong,” Salim purred. He ran his hands down lower to trace the lines of Jason's abdominal muscles. “I like fighters, warriors...”

“Soldiers?” Jason suggested.

“Are you a soldier?” Salim smirked and flicked Jason's dog tags. “I couldn't tell.”

“A smart-ass, huh?” Jason huffed, unable to hide his smile. Fuck, now this guy was funny, too? Jason had already decided to fuck him; now it felt a lot more urgent. He reached for the lube and condoms. “Why don't you give your mouth some rest?”

He sank his hands into Salim's thighs and gently pried him open. Salim let his legs go slack so Jason could open him as much as needed. Jason kept pushing more and more, Salim's face going more red the more he was spread. By the time Jason was satisfied, Salim had started to tremble.

“You good?” Jason wondered.

“It's... a little embarrassing,” Salim answered, “how turned on I am right now.”

“If it helps, my stupid horny brain has been turned on from the moment I saw you.”

“Hmm.” Salim let out a soft laugh, smiling as more red spread over his face. “That does help.”

Jason grinned back at him. He was starting to like this guy. He slicked up a finger and rubbed at Salim's opening before pushing in. He made sure to anchor one hand on Salim's thigh to keep him spread. Salim let out a hiss and tensed a little at the intrusion. Jason waited until he relaxed before pushing the finger in a little deeper.

“So how long you been comin' to this club?”

“Not long.” He twitched a little as Jason's finger pressed in to the second knuckle. “But then... what did you call it? My horny brain? It kicked in, and I decided to give this a try.”

“Remind me to thank your horny brain,” Jason said with a twinkle in his eyes. He slid his finger almost completely out before pushing in again. “Makes sense, though, why I haven't seen you around.”

“Oh?” Salim shifted, lifting his hips just a little. Jason pushed in a second finger and started working into a rhythm. The man felt nice and tight, his inner walls pulsing against Jason's digits. “So you come here often?”

“Just because I come here don't mean I cum, if you know what I mean.”

Salim let out a soft laugh. “That was a terrible joke.”

“Serves you right for bein' a smart-ass earlier.” Jason was pumping his fingers in steadily, trying to get Salim nice and loose. He dared to fold in a third finger. Salim gasped, nearly rising off the bed. “Too much?” Jason asked him.

“No.” Salim shuddered and lifted his hips. “Please, I... I want your cock... so you can go back to touching me.”

“Lemme put on a condom first.”

Fuck, he was shaking. Jason tried to keep steady so he could roll the condom on and slick up with some lube. All the while Salim lay there looking gorgeous, keeping himself spread open. Jason wrapped an arm around one thigh and bent it back as he got into position. Salim immediately hiked up the other thigh.

“Fuck,” Jason breathed. “Fuck, Salim, wanna be inside you so bad.”

“Please,” Salim answered.

Jason pushed in, Salim jerking at the sensation. Jason measured the first thrust slowly so they could get used to each other. He stopped when he was fully buried in, letting his head drop to Salim's chest. He felt the chest hair tickling his face and nuzzled into it. His hands went to Salim's hips, sinking his fingers in as he started to rock.

“Ahh!” Salim cried out under him. “Jason! Y-you feel... so good.” His hands swept along Jason's back. “Mm, so strong,” Salim purred.

“Bet you're strong, too,” Jason grunted. “You're so fuckin' built.” He squeezed, one hand moving along Salim's thigh. “You could crush my fuckin' head. Shit.” He shuddered at the thought of his head trapped between those thighs. “Oh, fuck, yeah... Like a goddamn MMA fighter or a fuckin' boxer. God, you're so fuckin' gorgeous.”

He was already starting to lose it. His hands on Salim's body, feeling the man's legs hooked around him, and his tight passage sucking Jason's cock in with every thrust. He didn't want to cum already. But fucking Salim felt so good, the man's body so responsive to Jason's touch, and those hands were moving across his back, pressing into the muscle.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “Oh, fuck, shit! Salim... Salim, I... fuck, I'm gonna...”

“Jason,” Salim panted back. “Jason, please, I... I need...”

Shit, was Salim about to cum, too? Jason got a hand between them to wrap around the man's erection. He pumped a few times, trying to match with his thrusts.

“That good, Salim? That what you need?”

“Yes,” Salim gasped, arching toward his touch. “Yes, please, Jason.”

Damn, if Salim kept saying his name like that, it might be enough. Every damn thing about this man was driving him insane. Jason lifted Salim's hips up, bending him as far back as he could, and thrust faster. Salim cried out, throwing his head back. Jason trembled; he must have hit the prostate. He kept going, stroking Salim with one hand and groping the man's body with the other.

When he came, he spilled himself out with a cry. He kept his hips and hands moving until he felt Salim's cum splash against his stomach.

“Holy shit,” Jason gasped, blinking away the spots in his vision.

“Wow,” Salim agreed dazedly.

Jason pulled out to take off the used condom. Then he flopped back on top of Salim, nuzzling into his chest. He could not get over the feel of this man's body. He would give them both time to recover, and then see if Salim wanted to go again.

This time the desire wasn't fueled by a horny brain. Jason just really, really wanted to fuck Salim.

[eggman-is-fat-mkay]

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

firstly i think i am very sexy. i've been going to the gym a lot lately and it's paying off! my personal trainer says i need to eat more, and he's right, but i'm still making very respectable gains. i've been holding a plank (hands on floor, not elbows) for a little bit longer every night, just before i go to bed, for a few months now, and last night i set a new personal record of 25 minutes! i was cheating a little bit, shifting side to side and lifting one hand up to give my abs a break, and my form was more than a little sloppy, but still! 25 minutes straight!!!! (the secret is music, and wear loose clothing -- you overheat *super* fast) i've definitely got the six pack to show for it too. and as a certified gay dude and muscle enjoyer i gotta say it is a huge confidence boost to be low-key attracted to the guy i see in the mirror

second i'd say i am a pretty smart guy. most programmers are. i *love* being able to think of something, go "hey, i kinda wish that existed", and then just build it. and then... holy crap, that exists now. and i made it happen. and that's just such a cool feeling that i think everybody should get to experience.

if i don't tell anybody about my current project i'm gonna burst so here we go. i've been browsing a certain monosodium glutatmate related site lately that lets you upload images, put tags on them, and then search for them by their tags, and i've been somewhat disappointed with it. like most boorus, its search feature is quite limited -- you can specify the results have all of these tags, none of these tags, and one or more of these tags, but that's it. if you want to search for one of these two but not both, or one or more of these AND one or more of those, you're outta luck. i thought that was kinda disappointing. fortunately, i'm a programmer, and, as it turns out, this particular imageboard provides a full database dump containing the URL, rating, description, full list of tags, upvote/downvote/favorite count, image URL, etc., of every post on the site, all in one gigantic 3GB .csv file. practically begging me to make a better search function with it. it didn't take me long to whip up a script in rust that could parse that .csv file and, given a search string like "fluffy 1{ cat dog } 2-{ a b c }" (meaning "must be tagged fluffy, either cat OR dog but not both, and two or more of a, b, and c"), spit out a list of URLs of posts that matched. running the script on my laptop, it took about 12 seconds to search through the whole database, 30 if running on my phone. i also thought that was kinda disappointing and i could do better. so i started looking into ways to speed it up. i loaded the entire post database into RAM for faster access (my phone's 6GB of RAM was not thrilled about this, but it pulled through), i used the excellent rust library Rayon to search in parallel across all available CPU cores, i downloaded a second database dump from the site matching each tag name with its internal tag number (storing those instead of the names greatly reduced my RAM usage, not to mention integers are several times faster to search through than text strings), and i wrote a modified version of the search algorithm that took advantage of SIMD instructions to compare four integers at once on a single CPU core. all together, those improvements got my time for a single search down from 30 seconds to 1 second on my phone, and from 12 seconds to 50 milliseconds (that's a 20th of a second!) on my laptop. that's over a 200x improvement! isn't programming cool!!!! also the drag-race linear search algorithm i came up with for searching through the tags faster than a binary search was no doubt come up with long ago by someone much smarter than me, but i don't care i'm still proud of myself for having come up with it. i'm currently working on hooking that search algorithm up to a discord bot and in the process learning the intricacies of using postgresql to keep track of who's looking at what and what they want to see next. i'm learning a ton and it's super fun!

i'm no super-genius, don't get me wrong -- especially that SIMD part was mostly me throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what stuck -- but i definitely felt pretty cool after seeing the 10% performance improvement it got me :P

thirdly i can semi reliably get people to laugh. since i'm autistic this does not come naturally to me, but through many years of practice and a lotta misses i've figured out a system, there's three parts.

When someone asks a rhetorical question, answer it incorrectly. example

when someone else makes a joke, your job is to "yes, and". ex.: "eggman always likes sitting in the sun. like he's cold blooded. i bet he's a lizard." "it's true. zuckerberg's actually my cousin"

commit to the bit. pretend what you just said is true. what would that imply? zuckerberg's my cousin; i probably hang out with him a lot. is he normal for a lizard, and the rest of us are that good at pretending to be human, or is he weird even by our standards? what's lizardfolk physiology like? zuckerberg was acting really strangely in the 2018 facebook senate hearings -- he nearly blew our cover. hey, that's a joke right there. just keep these ideas going in your head and string them together with whatever you can think of. ex.: "zuckerberg's actually my cousin. he's a lot less awkward once the meat suit comes off. i don't know why he gets so nervous in front of humans. guess he's just camera shy. during the facebook senate hearings he was such a mess we had to spoon feed him lines through a transmitter in his fourth ear. i don't know how people didn't notice. swear that guy is gonna out us one day. don't know why they haven't given his meat suit to someone else yet. anyway i talked with him about the whole social media panopticon thing but he was kinda stubborn on that point." alternately: "is zuckerberg your cousin?" "no actually common misconception he's just about the only celebrity who isn't. the overlords keep trying to kill that rumor cause he's making us look bad. there was talk of installing a lizard as the head of facebook so we'd have control over social media but the higher-ups wouldn't sign off on it"

(i lied there's 4 parts) learn how to volley. "if zuck's your cousin, why don't you have a facebook account?" "zuck knows enough about me just being my cousin; i don't need him being able to look up all my browsing history and bring it up at family reunions." from here, if reaction is positive, you can run with the bit: "and you know he'd do it in the most well-meaning way too; he'd see me and immediately ask if i found those dildos i was searching for two weeks ago, and if not offer to help. bro has zero social awareness"

for skills i practiced in reddit comment sections, they translated to real life surprisingly well. of course, like anything, this takes practice. coming up with stuff like that on the fly did not come naturally to me at first, and unfortunately i can't really say for certain when or why that changed. i guess my advice would be hang around with people you think are good at making jokes, watch them, and try to figure out why what works, works, and when you think you've got something, try your hand with some friends. or you could take the autistic route of just saying something that wasn't intended to be funny, having people laugh, and laughing along with them while silently puzzling over why that was funny and how you can make a funny on purpose next time. something that's important to remember though is that if you can't think of anything, that's okay. jokes often make conversations more fun, but a lack of jokes does not often make them worse.

smart, handsome, and funny is a pretty good set, i gotta say. i'm not perfect -- no one is -- and i'm definitely not sure how many other people would agree with any of those three assessments of myself (my parents tell me i'm smart, but don't everyone's?), but i'm pretty happy with where i'm at life wise and the rate i'm progressing. you asked for five things i liked about myself; i'm a bit busy at the moment so i'll have to give you a rain check for the other two. but i will definitely be forwarding this ask to everyone i can think of who hasn't blocked me!

[the-one-where-casey-watches-tv]

Why did you even watch Mrs. Maisel if you hated it so much? I read your long post about it and you look at every single thing that happened in like the worst possible light. you’re allowed to have your own opinion, I’m just confused about why you watch five seasons of the show when you didn’t even like the main character. I did like her. Yes, her stand-up made me laugh. Yes, she made a lot of bad choices, that’s what made her so interesting. She didn’t want to be with Joel but she didn’t want to be without him, either. Relationships in real life are more like that; not always able to be put in a box, not always easily defined. Anyway, I don’t have the energy to point every single point you put in your email. I loved the ending of the show, cried most of the way through the last episode, and I hadn’t seen anything about it on Tumblr so I decided to search the tag and I’m pretty bummed to find this post to be honest.

Hey thank you so much for asking! This is the first real engagement I've gotten on tumblr so far so I'm actually super excited to hear from you even though you didn't love what I had to say. I definitely did come down hard on the show, but I honestly didn't even realize how strongly I felt about a lot of those things until I started writing because, as I mentioned, I did feel entertained throughout the entire series and found it hilarious on the whole- just not Midge herself. The thing that frustrated me the most about Midge throughout the series was that there never seemed to be any lasting repercussions for any of her mistakes or acknowledgement from her or the show that her flaws are, in fact, flaws.

The way a show ends carries a lot of weight for me and I try to reserve judgement about a show until it's over because I want to give it the benefit of the doubt until then that it's heading toward a destination that will resolve the loose ends I've noticed along the way. Seeing Maisel end the way it did really affirmed all the reservations I'd had when I had really been holding out hope that her character would instead grow and develop in some way.

I totally agree with you about Joel, too! I mentioned that before this season I thought they had a really admirable and unique post-divorce friendship, I just thought this season veered into the possessive and toxic and it seemed clear that Joel was still in love with her. The things Midge does and doesn't tolerate from men throughout the series is, in my opinion, inconsistent and sending mixed messages about what treatment is appropriate toward women.

I'm also a huge Gilmore Girls fan and love so much about Amy Palladino's writing style that so much of the show was genuinely super enjoyable to me. It's how much potential it had that left me disappointed. Secondary characters can also absolutely save a show in my opinion- I thought Abe was absolutely incredible, and all the parents made me laugh hard every time they were on screen. This would certainly not be the only show that I was carried through in its entirety by side characters more likable than the main (you might not be thrilled about what I have to say about Frasier either).

Anyway, genuinely thank you for reading and responding, it means a lot! It is obviously just my opinion and I'm glad you had such a positive experience with the show :)

[chaoticor]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 .

▌ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  :    natsu dagneel ▌ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍  :     single ▌ 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒  :   fire dragon slayer magic (and its off shoots like dragon king mode but not the lightning stuff), enhanced senses, enhanced strength, enhanced speed, immense durability and endurance, immense magic power, some demon shit. very rudimentary transformation magic. ▌ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑  :    charcoal gray ▌ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑  :    salmon / light red (he calls it light red) ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒  :      happy and ingeel first and foremost. and he considers his friends his family.  ▌ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒  :     he had a lizard when he was 11 but it went missing :( ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  :    attitude :/, people abusing their power over others, demons, zeref ▌ 𝐇𝐎𝐁���𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒  :      training, running, trying all types of hot sauce,  ▌ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  :    he has, yes. mostly under the whole demon unleashed thing. he doesn't remember it fully, after the transformation. ▌ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌  :   i feel like im obligated to choose fire salamander. lizard boyo. ▌ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒  :   arrogance, living too much in the moment, impulsiveness, not thinking critically ▌ 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒  :    igneel, makarov ▌ 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  :    he doesn’t know??? he thinks some people are hot, others not. ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄   /   𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒  :     he hasn’t thought deeply about the marriage part. but. he does like kids. and he likes the idea of being a dad someday farrrr into the future. but he would want to make sure he can be there 24/7 for any kid he would take in or have with someone. and maybe teach them magic if they wanted to, but mostly to protect and love them.  ▌ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒  :   abandonment, loss, emotional conversations ▌ 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒  :     crocs, vests — ab show always and his scarf. ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  :    igneel and happy are the easiest ones. then, there’s lucy, lisanna, erza and gray. all his best friends. and honestly? a lot of people. natsu is someone who loves easily, for better or worse. ▌ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒  :   natsu never changes who he is and while that may be to his detriment at times — it says a lot! when / if he wants to be friends with someone, he tries to help them out and spend time with them in fun ways. sometimes its not always fun for the other person but natsu does have enough natural charm it mostly works for him. people get what they see from natsu and he does live life thinking the same can be said for others.  ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊  :    hot sauce. he really likes green tea, actually! ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓  :   magnolia forest. he loves hanging around there and exploring. he tries not to get in porlyusica’s way. ▌ 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍  :  he loves both! but if he had to choose - lake. he has a lot of fun memories of swimming in those. ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄  :  i think....someone who can ground him a bit. and someone who isn’t so stern as they can’t move with him, but they can’t be Just Like him.  ▌ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒  : have yall seen his house? camping.

Stole from: probably myself, tbh? tagging: anyone and everyone who wants to!

[chil2de]

𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 — gorou.

— some nsfw hcs and a.... nsfw piece. of course.

— a/n: yup. quick post because i’m here to tell you why shiba boy is the best and u will listen to me. u are being hypnotised. stan gorou.

— tags: unprotected sex, breeding kinks, overstim, degradation, possessive gorou, pet name ‘puppy’ tho it’s used as mockery, dacryphilia, mentions of praise kinks n shit, love bites, mentions of choking, slight humiliation but nothing too extreme, semi-public / public sex

— POSSESSIVE. he is literally half dog???? hello?

— look at me. look me in the fucking eyes and tell me this man does not have a breeding kink. i dare you. no, come on. say it.

— oh you can’t? well guess what? it’s cause gorou just loves watching his cum spill out of you.

— service top but also a switch. say it louder for the people in the back.

— i could go into heavy detail ab how much gorou hates cockwarming. he thinks it’s the stupidest thing ever bc he’s impatient. i don’t think he can handle being teased LMFAO he will straight up just tell u to sit on his cock already.

— i feel like ….. gorou accidentally gives u bruises all over your body. he just gets so excited halfway through sex he can’t contain himself and it’s just? a show of his sheer strength? i think we are all forgetting that he is THE resistance general? he’s not gonna be weak despite having such a petite frame? (literally look at xiao lmao what)

— very needy. he told me so himself. i think gorou’s the type to creep up on you and start kissing ur neck in broad daylight, tail wagging and shit :( then he’s just. “what’s up? are you feeling unwell?” as though he is not trying to dick u down in an alleyway🤨.

— praise kink……. you will call him “my good boy” and just. wow. the switch in his demeanour is crazy. eyebrows knit and he fuckin whimpers like a little bitch because wow.

— he likes being choked. that is it. end of discussion. no i will not be taking any questions but feel free to elaborate.

— makeout sessions forever ruined bc gorou can’t keep his dick in his pants </3 can u imagine being able to fluster a damned resistance general. ?? why is nobody talking about how hot that is?

— ..what if ur the bad guy n ur whole army and shit are fighting gorou but….. behind closed doors you’re making his eyes roll into the back of his head?? he’s secretly meeting up w you just to rearrange your guts?

Gorou supposes there’s probably nothing worse for him to witness than the events that occurred this morning. There isn’t a single thing that he can think of that was more demeaning and downright humiliating.

Arataki Itto. Flirting with you.

One would have to be a fucking idiot to not know that you belong to the resistance general. You’re practically glued to his hip first and foremost, and if that weren’t enough? You literally have Gorou’s scent on you, every hour of the waking day. It’s the way you batted your pretty lashes up at Itto, humouring his idiosyncratic behaviour as though you actually gave a damn about what he was saying.

And the best part of it all? When Gorou speed walked to your aid, attempting to grab you out of the conversation before things got any more awkward and tense? You really hit Gorou, of all people, with the “Relax! We’re just talking, puppy.”

You certainly didn’t benefit Gorou’s case when his ears flattened as his face screwed, signature pout adorning his lips. And Itto, of course, instead of holding his laugh decided to just cackle outright at the pet name.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Gorou hums pleasantly, lilt evident as he glances at your pathetic state. You attempt to garble out something, but to no avail. Gorou hums in mock sympathy, hovering over your warm and sticky body to swipe up some of your excess drool. He dips his thumb back into your mouth, pulling down to reveal the start of your bottom teeth.

“Nope. Still can’t hear you. Try again for me?” He sneers, tone condescending. Gorou abruptly slams his cock right against your g-spot, tearing out his length before slamming back in to bottom out again. Your body jolts, pins and needles licking you from head to toe at how his blunt tip drags against your warm walls. It’s not like you could have answered regardless.

“Come on, puppy. Your sweet general doesn’t have all day, you know.” Gorou coaxes you once more, effortlessly curling your knees into your chest as he holds you into a mating press. He aims for your neck, leaning in as his lips attach to abuse your soft skin. Gorou’s trailed his love bites all over your body as though you’re a canvas. His canvas. You’re the general’s personal cocksleeve.

His soft hair and ears tickle you, piling onto your load of hypersensitivity. Your dainty wrists claw as you meekly try to grab ahold of Gorou’s clothes, wishing he’d finally take all of them off. Gorou’s cock has got you stirred up to the point where you can officially no longer form sentences.

“Aw. You’re crying? ‘S it cause my cock’s so big? You’ll be okay.” Gorou peppers a wet kiss to your forehead, deep voice thrumming in his throat as he chuckles. You’re sobbing fat tears because it’s humiliating. You are the only one who’s stark naked, hanging on by a non existent thread when your only salvation is half of Gorou’s smooth and toned torso peeking out at you. The general really does have his next shift to go to, yet he couldn’t help but at least try to fuck you straight in one of the storage warehouses. Every time you hear the impeding footsteps, Gorou only seems to grow more frustrated and pound into you with more fervour as though to drown out the excess static.

In the end, it’s an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. You humiliated the general, so he’ll get you back just as much.

reblog or i WILL punch you.

ATSUWH0RES 2021.

[fillsta]

Fuck it, Les Mis Instagram HCs

- Enjy dearest is one of those people on Instagram who have no pfp, no posts, nothing on their bio, just their full name and a basic ass username like @_enjolras or sth. He has like 23 followers, only following his friends and acquaintances.

- Courf's Instagram acc is magnificent. He has 2k followers, and follows most of those back, along with his favourite artists, actors etc. He has like 50 posts and they all come with a funny caption. Also has like 7 highlights with emojis as titles and his bio is a genuine description of himself like, 23 yrs old, culinary student etc, complete with emojis. His pfp is probably him and some of his friends and his name is probably something like 'Courf : )'. Public account

- Ferre's instagram is a bit of a mess. Full name, professional looking bio, neat pfp, but he has 9 posts, 7 of which are just cool moths he found ™. No highlights, a fair amount of followers and his other 2 pics are probably taken by Courfeyrac and have no caption.

- R's insta is super weird. His pfp is a silly little pic of him, his description is probably some lame ass joke and all of his pictures are him and his friends being goofy. He has one highlight dedicated to memes and his follower count is lower than his following one.

- Jean Prouvaire's acc is a blessing to the world. Aesthetic af. They have a photo of themselves in a flower field as a pfp and all of their pictures include flowers and very pretty outfits. Their captions are all emojis. They probably have a second acc for their poetry and shit

- The Joly man himself has the funniest Instagram account. Definitely the friend has a highlight dedicated to outfits. Mostly works with stories rather than posts. Lots of followers. His bio is definitely just '🧑‍⚕️🥼🏥🩺⚕️💉' or sth. Tags all of his friends in every pic. Literally, everyone's tagged section is clogged with Joly's pics. His account is definitely public. The person to repost every single fundraising post he comes across on his stories.

- Bossuet has the fanciest account of them all. Lots of followers, follows only friends and a few, very carefully selected artists. He doesn't post often but when he does, boy his posts are good. Mostly photo dumps.

- My beloved boi Feuilly doesn't rly use the app, preferring messenger or even Viber to talk to his friends. He follows only friends and has very few followers. If he doesn't follow you already, you are not his friend. Only 3 posts of him, his cat and some cool landscape. No bio, just a nice pfp and a name. Only posts stories if he's tagged.

- Bahorel sooo posts mirror selfies at the gym in his stories, but makes funny faces instead. It's like 'oh he's got abs' and then you look at his face and he's making a silly duck face. His feed has only a group picture of him and his friends and a video of him doing some workout shit of his. Decent amount of followers and following. When he's not posting gym pics, he posts memes. His 'Close Friends' stories are the funniest.

- Marius, akward little Marius has few followers and his bio probably reads 'Law school, 22 years old' or some shit. He has one photo of himself which has like 20 likes and no caption, comment section is les amis going wild. It's like a group chat down there lol. Never posts any stories. Never. Probably doesn't know how to use the app. That one picture he has is also his profile picture

- Eponine probably has 2 photos of herself and her pfp is a mirror selfie of her showing off her best outfit. Has a decent amount of followers, follows only friends. Her private stories are ridiculously funny, like, she's a whole different person on those. Rarely posts, mostly uses Instagram for the DMs. Girlboss.

- Cosette's bio is a bunch of flower emojis followed by a '🥰@mariuspontmercy🥰' thing and her pfp is her in a flower dress. You're like oh a cottagecore account nice and then you follow her and see her in black corsets and dresses with Pretty Reckless' lyrics as captions in heavy make-up. Really aesthetic, posts stories everytime she's out with friends.

- Musichetta my beloved, posts pictures of books, of her outfits, of her boyfriends, of her nights out, both on stories and feed. Her account is public and has quite a fan base. Also has a second acc where she sells jewellery and sometimes clothes. Follows a lot of accounts based on witchy stuff and has a highlight dedicated to foam art she created. Her pfp is probably Marceline the vampire queen from Adventure Time

- Azelma has a few mirror selfies to show off her outfits. Mostly posts stories whenever she's out with friends. Livestreams pretty often too. Would love to be an outfit influencer

- Gav doesn't have instagram yet cuz ya know he's smol, but he does have discord and oh boy

- Valjean has the most Dad™ Instagram account you'll ever find. He posts shaky pictures from vacation, baby pictures of Cosette and akward selfies of him with his other unofficial children. Most liked picture is of him, Joly and Cosette at the pride parade, where he is wearing the most pretentious outfit he has ever put on. Poor guy doesn't know how to post stories or how to even view them so it's always "Cosette, there's a rainbow circle around Lesgles' picture what does that mean again?"

- Javert the kinda guy how has 17 followers, follows 17 people, has 0 posts, an empty bio, his full name as a username and his god forsaken email as a name. His pfp is an akward, windy sunglasses selfie. Mostly a Facebook guy actually.

- Fantine deffo had a solemn picture on her acc and it's of baby Cosette. That's it. After she dies, Cosette finds her acc through Valjean's phone and cries, poor thing

- Montparnasse doesn't have an Instagram account because he can't risk it lol. (I mean he's our favourite lil pshyco criminal boi)

Thank you all for reading my contribution to literally nothing, have a good day

[missskzbiased]

The Things We Don’t Tell

Summary: You were sure your life was written and directed to fit a sketchy Rom-Com and nobody could convince you otherwise. First, your boss was too hot to be true, and burning with desire didn’t even begin to explain the tingling sensations he left on you. Second, your coworker (a.k.a. Ex-About-to-be-FWB) insisted in turning your life into a living hell, which wasn’t the exact kind of hotness you were into. And if having these two hot men around you every single day of your life wasn’t enough to prove it, maybe the threat of your slutty secret identity about to be busted would be… But you couldn’t let this happen.

WC: 7,5 K

Genre: Smut, Humor (?)

AUs: Office, Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Fem!Reader X Bang Chan  

(Not really a love triangle as Hyunjin is the Lead. However, Reader wants to Bang Chan)

Rebloggable Masterlist    //   Main Masterlist   //   Tag List

Warnings: Language, Thigh riding, Public space (Office), Exhibitionism, Possessiveness, Pet Name (Baby girl), Sir Kink  

[If I forgot anything, please let me know! I’m kinda sleepy right now]

Notes: There will be at least one more chapter but I won’t do a tag list post for now, only if someone wants it, cuz I’m too lazy to think about doing it right now. This fic is an attempt to experiment with some writing style things that I’ve been wanting to try. I don’t think it worked, tho SUHAHUSAUHSUHA But that’s life

- I’ll quite possibly change the title in the future-

                                                            ///

  You are a superhero.

    Okay! To be honest, you may be exaggerating a little bit ─ a tiny harmless little bit ─ but that was how you felt every single day of your life, alright? You had this glorious and mysterious side of yours that you hid from everyone else in the world… That mask that you couldn’t let come to the ground and would fight for dear life to protect… That side to your persona that no one was allowed to meet… The fierce, bold, and dark aspects of your soul that—

    “Y/N! I want those papers on my table!”

    “Yes, sir!” You shrieked in an embarrassing (not even slightly bold) way.

    — That you couldn’t show at your work.

    Yeah… So maybe no one actually thought of you as a superhero, but you really believed someone should start to. Was there something that different between your life and those low-budget TV shows people seem to enjoy so much? You didn’t think so.

  To be fair, sometimes you felt like someone wrote a questionable script and poorly directed your life to fit you as the leading lady of a sketchy rom-com. As if they just focused on checking out every point on a bullet list made up with rules for a successful superhero office drama that wasn’t even that good…

    … And speaking of which…

    Rule Number One: The stern (maybe kinda attractive) boss!

    If you had to define Bang Chan with a couple of adjectives, you would choose undeniably beautiful ─ extremely professional of you because the right words to describe him were fucking hot ─ and committed. Fortunately, it wasn’t an “I have someone waiting for me at home and a bunch of kids I must put to sleep” kind of commitment, which would destroy your hopes of having this man one day. Unfortunately, it was an “I’m better than the header and gonna run this company by tomorrow night” kind of commitment, which destroys your hopes of a peaceful day at work.

    Now, it’s not like you don’t want to do your job! It’s just that you didn’t sign up to be Bang Chan’s perfect little toy ─ definitely not the better words to describe it ─ and you didn’t expect to be joined by the hips ─ really? ─ with him or any of your coworkers. The thing is that Bang Chan wants to be on top ─ someone has to stop you ─ and he believes the only way to get there is to work as a team and be as perfect as one can be. In other words, Bang Chan wants absolutely everything and everyone to be neat, tight, and ready to be used ─ again… Not the better way to put your thoughts into words ─, but this just wasn’t who you were.  

    It also wasn’t the point right now.

    The point right now should be the fact that Bang Chan was striding to his office looking like he owned the whole damn place… If this was a movie, the camera would be focusing on his expensive, black leather shoes before scanning all the way up to his waist in slow motion. The scene would zoom in on his fine ass only to go a little bit up and catch the shiny, black belt wrapping around his figure. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, but you had a hell of a productive mind… You could think of a few things you shouldn’t really be thinking about right now.

    Bang Chan didn’t seem to understand he was at work either.

    He rolled his sleeve up in a sexy motion that should be illegal. It isn’t. You can tell by the way there are no cops bursting inside the building and arresting this gorgeous son of a bitch.

    The lack of any authorities to stop this atrocious moment had you lowering your gaze to your desk ─ a vain attempt to ignore the way his forearms flexed as he gestured and ordered people around. If you were a little bit less professional, you would have some ideas of how he could do it in bed. With you. But you weren’t some kind of creepy perv who would be fantasizing about riding your own boss from dusk till dawn.

    Not at all.

    “Do you need me, Sir?” His secretary asks politely.

  A question that you would love to ask him too… In a totally and strictly professional way, of course.

    Rule Number Two: The (extremely unnecessary) nemesis!

    The shiver running down your spine could mean only one thing: Hwang Hyunjin ─ your obnoxious coworker ─ was standing right behind you, just like a bloody damn ghost. There was no need to turn around. You knew he had his mocking eyes glued on Bang Chan’s figure, and you could feel the air shifting as he tilted his head in a silent sneer before leaning on your desk.

    You refused to turn around and acknowledge his presence; painfully aware that he would flash a wide grin while looking at you with a knowing glint in his eyes. You wouldn’t give him the taste of seeing in your face that he was right; that you were staring at your boss as if you were a starving vulture. So you did the only thing you could do in this situation: You started to work. The sheets scattered over your desk wouldn’t walk by themselves to Bang Chan’s room, right?

    And neither would you if it depended on Hyunjin.

    The attempts to swipe the papers in your direction and gather everything you needed ─ to finally get rid of Hyunjin ─ proved to be vain as his hand took root on the desk. You pursed your lips in annoyance while glancing at his prominent knuckles and slender fingers; wondering if he would be so collected if he knew you wanted to crunch them. Probably not. But he gets off so fucking much on upsetting you that he might just want to take the risk anyway.

    “What do you want, asshole?” You hissed; stopping your motions before turning around to stare blankly at him.

    The face of an angel was the most accurate way to describe the sight in front of you. Plump, pink lips molded into a sweet smile and dark brown eyes morphed into cute crescents. None of those features fit his true self, though. Underneath the angelic façade, there was a demon called Hwang Hyunjin ─ who was resting his free hand on your shoulder for no reason besides driving you crazy.

    It would be easier if he was just a pretty face, but Hyunjin had a good body too. The guy looked just like a model ─ slim, tall, and classy ─, and even though only his collarbones peeked out from down his shirt, you knew that there was much more than the eyes could see.

    Well, you never saw it, but you had felt it.

    As far as you could remember, each curve on Hyunjin’s abs was craft by God himself. The way his chest was built for you to caress would be forever craved on your mind. You might never forget how soft his lips were in contrast to his lap… How his thighs flexed just right when you pulled his hair… How reactive he was… How his moans sounded… And how he put everything to waste.

    “Oh, nothing” He shrugged. As usual, his voice was just like sweet, hot honey; still, you could wipe the poison dripping down his chin, “I was just wondering if you had enough time to do your job while fucking your boss inside your head” He clarified sarcastically, cracking you a smile.

    Sometimes you regretted not putting his mouth to good use… He really needed to learn how to shut up for a while and stop being so… Unbearable. The silence he met had him scoffing; body leaning even closer to the point his face was practically hovering over yours ─ smugness plastered all over it. You held his gaze to confront him; breathe mingling with his in a heated mix that matched the anger under your eyes.

    Was he licking his lips as he stared at yours? Oh boy… He definitely wanted to get laid. It was your time to scoff as the frown on your lips turned into a smirk; eyes twinkling mischievously as you looked into his in a silent teasing. As if sensing that he was in trouble, Hyunjin tilted his head to look even more obnoxious than he was; face coming closer to yours to defy your newfound confidence.

     “You know what? If you stared at him any longer, I think his balls might have fallen off…” He whispered in a tone loud enough for just you to hear “Unless he saw the way you were looking at him… Then I guess his dick would go straight up” He assured you with a ‘friendly’ pat on your shoulder as he finally let go of your papers and straightened his back.

    “Are you saying it from experience?” You sneered; grimacing at him.

    “Are you telling me that you want me to fuck you too?” He retorted gibingly; not even thinking twice about it.

    “No” You tilted your head, trying to stay composed, “I’m reminding you that you couldn’t even kiss me without getting a boner… Just like a teenage boy” He arched a brow at your statement; pursing his lips as he hummed in wonder “I’m surprised you never came in your pants like the pathetic thing you are” He laughed; poking his cheek with his tongue before squeezing your shoulder in a silent warning.

    “I must have been quite a sight if you can remember it so vividly” You pretended not to notice the way he sniggered, pushing away the urge to punch his face.

  Nemesis was just a classy way to call him a pain in the ass.

  Rule Number Three: The (plain and uninteresting) secret identity!

  It would be impossible to miss the moment Hyunjin’s devilish smirk morphed into a bright, friendly smile. The snarky comment on the tip of your tongue was swallowed back in a bit; grimace dissolving into a wide grin as if you weren’t about to throw your fists at him. He giggled as his arms spread open before snaking around your body to pull you into a tight hug; holding you close and rocking your body side to side as a soft huff fell from your lips.

    If you didn’t know any better, your knee would be buried between his legs.

  “Way to go, Y/N!” He chirped, loosening his grip to take a better look at your face; eyes smiling as if the both of you were the bestest of friends in the entire world, “You’re awesome! I’m so proud… I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you as my teammate” He pursed his lips; dimples showing as he offered you nothing but affection in his gaze.

    You did know better, though, and it wasn’t too hard to figure out who was standing behind your back as you opened your mouth to answer him: “There’s no one I’d rather be with!” You reassured Hyunjin in a sweet, mirthful tone; tilting your head to return the fondness in his look in an act worthy of an Oscar “We’re a team, you know? You can’t get rid of me so easily” He laughed wholeheartedly at that; ruffling your hair before leaning closer to you again, resuming the hug.

    “We’ll see about that” He whispered in your ear, making you scoff.

    “What are you gonna do? Cry to Daddy so you won’t work with me anymore?” You hissed back; breaking away from his hug with a tight grin before turning around to meet Chan’s gaze.

    The surprise plastered over your face was millimetrically calculated; just like the way you pretended to be flustered as you stared into your boss’ eyes to see the pride shining on them. You brought the papers closer to your chest in what was meant to be an innocent, coy way ─ a technique mastered over the months you worked for him ─, and Chan seemed to fall for it as he giggled in delight. The poor guy had no clue all of this was as fake as your camaraderie towards Hyunjin, and he wasn’t about to discover it anytime soon if it depended on you.

    Luckily, it did! You had taken some acting classes; just enough for your next words to be naturally convincing: “I’m so sorry, Sir! We’re just so happy that –” The words were deliberately drawled to give him enough time to interrupt you. Just like you knew he would. And it was a good thing that he did because you had no idea of how you were supposed to finish that sentence anyway.

    You were a good actress, not a professional improviser.

    “Don’t mention it” He cut you off giggly; detaching himself from the doorframe he leaned on as he watched the friendly scene taking place.

    The amount of cuteness this man could deliver in his smile wasn’t fair, and it didn’t match the sensuality a simple gesture of his overflowed with, enchanting you. You gulped down as he gave both of you a silent order to follow him into his room, wondering if the duality he had in the office was remotely similar to what he could do in bed ─ a thought that shouldn’t be having a place in your mind right now.

    Hyunjin seemed to pick up on it pretty quickly too, and as soon as Chan turned around to head to his office, he bumped his shoulder onto yours. The obnoxious action was followed by your elbow diving into his ribs; a retaliation that took you less than a second and, luckily, Chan ─ or any of your coworkers ─ didn’t seem to notice. Neither of you gave away your silent quarrel as Hyunjin closed the door behind him, smiling at you when Chan finally took his seat.

     “It’s good to see that you guys have such chemistry” He confessed, and you had to suppress a scoff when you looked into his eyes. He had no idea… The chemistry between you two was enough to make you want to blow each other, “You know what I always say, right?” He boasted on a sing-song; much more at ease than he seemed to be earlier.

    You weren’t about to put that on the line, though.

    “You can’t have teamwork if you don’t have a team!” You warbled in unison.

    “That’s the spirit!” Chan gurgled, heading to his desk in a visibly good mood.

    What was going on? He wouldn’t be so happy just because you and Hyunjin were being friendly… Were you missing something? He didn’t seem in such a peaceful state of mind when he came in… It had to be something that happened after that. Perhaps he got some good news from his secretary? Or maybe… You narrowed your eyes as you caught a glimpse of Hyunjin’s hands fidgeting in front of him; his foot tapping the ground rapidly but quietly before moving slightly to step on your toe.

     Or maybe Hyunjin had something to do with it…

    “As I said in the email, Sir, I happened to hear some stuff around and… KQ managed to get an exclusive with Han Jisung” The sentence sounded just like a normal introduction to a report, but you knew it wasn’t. Hyunjin’s eyes darted to meet yours, glinting with anxiety and despair. He was informing you of what was going on, not Chan, “And as we all know, Jisung is a rising producer star, which is bound to raise their sales and might get in the way of ours…” He continued, swallowing dryly and widening his eyes ever so slightly.

    He was definitely trying to warn you of something.

    “Yes, I read the e-mail, Hyunjin” Chan agreed sternly; smile disappearing as his fingers intertwined to serve as a support for his chin. He looked classy and incredibly sexy, but your mind couldn’t afford to focus on it right now. You had to figure out what the hell Hyunjin suggested to Chan before blowing everything up, “You also said that Y/N might have the solution for this…” Oh, so that was it, you thought when Chan arched his brow; eyes connecting to yours.

    And now what?

    “So?” He encouraged you, detaching his chin from his hands so he could rest them on his desk “I’m waiting” He smiled gently; a closed-mouth smile that was supposed to calm your nerves, even though you could see how tumultuous his gaze was right now.

    It was practically a silent threat.

    In a normal situation, the predatory way he was looking at you ─ resembling a wolf when you were nothing but a sheep under his radar ─ would get you… Thinking.

    Your job wouldn’t be at stake in a normal situation, though.

    The pressure on your toes increased; the subtle way Hyunjin found to snap you out of your mind, despite your silence hanging in there for just a few seconds. It was obvious that he was freaking out just as much as you were, and you couldn’t help but blame him for this. Couldn’t he have told you about it earlier? What the hell was going on inside his mind?! Instead of taunting you about wanting to fuck Bang Chan, he should have warned you about that shit!

    That’s not the time for this, Y/N.

    The muscles on your face tensed as you tried to not give away everything going through your mind; lips twisting in a tight smile as you looked at Hyunjin: “Yeah, he was right” You answered calmly, even though your stomach was settled on becoming an Olympic athlete right now, “As I was telling him before coming here, Sir, I have someone in mind…” The relief washed over Hyunjin’s face; a genuine smile adorning his features as he withheld a sigh, “I happen to know I.N, and I think I can get us an exclusive” You confessed, shifting your gaze from Hyunjin to Chan.

    “The writer?” He blurted out, astonishment plastered all over his face.

    “Yeah… They’re a friend of mine…” You trailed off, embarrassed to say it out loud “They’re in the top trending now since their novel will become a drama and…” You cleared your throat, lowering your head to avoid his gaze. There was just so much of acting you could handle for a day, “I mean- It’s… Adult stuff, right? But they never—”

    “I know! That’s perfect!” He beamed, getting up from his chair to walk your way “They’ve never been seen! Nobody knows anything about them, Y/N” He laughed ─ he genuinely laughed ─ while clasping his hands together “Han Jisung is good, but I.N is better! This is hot news… FrontPage… How come you never told me about that?” He chuckled, placing his hand on your shoulder “Rest assured that when I get my promotion, I’m gonna have you right here in this room” He promised you in such a serious tone that a shiver ran down your spine.

    Rule Number Four: The (kinda horny) true self!

    There was not a single soul in the office as you made your way down the hall; eyes focused on the mesmerizing view outside. The sky was colored in purple shades, so deep that you would have mistaken them for black if it weren’t for the dazzling, sleepless city and its dozens of skyscrapers lighting everything up. Not even the full moon would be able to compete with such a beautiful brilliance, but it wouldn’t be necessary either as your gaze was abruptly torn away from the night.

    The darkness surrounding you didn’t allow your brain to connect the dots immediately, and you couldn’t help but wonder what happened when you bumped into something. The surface was much softer than a wall, yet firm enough to have you wincing for the impact; eyes snapping to meet the unlucky bastard that stayed until so late. The moonlight kissed his skin just enough for you to recognize the sharp features of your boss; clenched jaw revealing popping veins that distracted you for a fraction of a second.

     Your eyes trailed the path from his jaw to his neck, and you couldn’t help but wonder how it tasted like; if you could savor it like the sins you wanted to commit with him. The closeness didn’t work in your favor, and the hint of his scent intoxicated your senses as you connected your gazes. Something must have given you off ─ maybe your hesitation, maybe the lust glinting in your eyes ─ because the next second, Cristopher had his hand placed on your lower back.

   The warm sensation grew to a burning feeling as his eyes darkened while diving into yours; his stern, cold gaze contrasting to the feeling of his touch and sending a shiver down your spine. Could he have noticed the way your legs trembled as his grip tightened around you? The look on his face was indecipherable, and the intensity of his gaze made you feel too exposed and vulnerable to keep looking for an answer, so you averted your eyes away from him.

    “Weren’t you supposed to come as soon as you got his answer?” The way his voice made its way to your senses had the embarrassment washing over you. The huskiness in his tone made you gulp down ─ throat dry from thirsting over him ─ and the calmness in his sentence alarmed you as it didn’t match the disapproval in his eyes “It’s so late that there is no one else here anymore” He added nonchalantly; mixed signals getting you confused to what he meant by it.

    Was it just a way to scold you or was it an invitation?

    “I’m sorry, Sir” Despite not having anyone around, you whispered the words as if you could be caught at any moment now, “It took me longer than expected, but we—”

    “We?” His eyes were sharp enough to cut you off but the real reason why you couldn’t manage to finish your thoughts was the way he pulled your body impossibly closer to his “Were you with him this whole time?” He hissed right into your ear, letting his hot breath fan over your cold, sensitive skin in a silent threat.

    “Working” You corrected, even though he didn’t say anything.

    “Working” He hummed in agreement; hand going to tuck your hair behind your ear “As in how we work late at night?” He sneered, manhandling you to press your back against the cold surface of the glass wall that separated his office from the rest of the place “Or is it as in how he wants to work you on his desk?” He scoffed; soft huff almost as degrading as the way he held your cheeks with one hand and guided your eyes to his.

    “Neither” You guaranteed breathlessly; voice quivering in excitement.

    “Are you going to pretend that you didn’t notice his looks?” He narrowed his eyes at you; his knee making its way to the gap between yours before slowly rising to your thighs, “That you don’t know how much he wants to fuck you?” He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head in disbelief, “You better not, ‘cause I know you love it” He warned as he kicked your legs apart.

    “He could never fuck me as you do” There was such seriousness in your tone that it had him chuckling, and he nodded in approval before burying his nose in your neck, “I-I’m yours only, Sir… I know my place” You promised quietly, trying not to give away how aroused his jealousy made you feel.

    “Yeah…” His raspy laughter tickled your skin, and you muffled a whine as he grazed his teeth over your neck teasingly “But you like being reminded of it, don’t you?” He taunted, taking in your scent in a way that made you feel too small and helpless. He groaned as soon as you let a whimper fall from your lips, and you couldn’t help but struggle to stay still while knowing what was about to come, “Do I have to spell it for you, baby girl?” He snickered before sucking on the tender spot of your skin that he knew too well at this point.

    “N-No” Somewhere inside your head, you acknowledged that your reaction was insanely humiliating. He just needed a couple of words spoken in a sultry tone and you couldn’t even form a proper sentence. That was the power he had on you. And you loved it. “Only yours” The rushed tone made him smirk against your neck, stopping his path of kisses for a second to look into your eyes “Sir” You panted; returning his gaze with just as much intensity as he had on his.

    “Claim your place” His order was so tantalizing that you didn’t even blink before you finally let your knees give away, losing the support of your legs to earn the support of his thigh, “That’s right… You do remember your place” Somehow, this sounded like the best praise he could ever offer you, even under his amused tone, “But you have been such a bad girl lately…” He pouted as he caressed your cheek; hand stopping to grab your chin gently “And I don’t like bad girls… You know that, right?” He let his thumb reach for your lower lip, fiercely staring at it before grazing his finger on your teeth.

    Your answer was as silent as his request; tongue welcoming his thumb before you sucked on his digit. He hummed in appreciation, pushing it inside your mouth as you looked at him with big doe eyes to show a coyness that wasn’t really there within you. The action was followed by a swirl around the tip of his finger; as if to leave in his mouth the taste of what he was missing and prompt him to give you what you really wanted: Him.

    If he picked up on your plans, he showed it by giving like for like.

   He didn’t say a word as he pressed his thigh against your heat; leaning closer to let his breath fan over your neck once more. He stood like that for what could have been seconds, maybe minutes, but nonetheless time enough for his warmth to creep into your senses. He was like a poison to you; the intoxicating presence clouding your better judgment and destroying any will you had to have him losing control. You didn’t even mind the way he scoffed as you started to grind his leg; brows twisting to shout out a needy plea for release.

    “That’s a good girl” He approved, catching your earlobe between his teeth. The moan that fell from your lips was muffled by his finger and he didn’t seem to appreciate it, “I don’t hear you, baby girl” He complained, moving on to your jaw with a path of open-mouthed kisses that weren’t enough to distract you from his other hand “There’s no one here… Be loud for me” He allured you as his hand found its way under your shirt.

      The temptation was great… Scream his name as he fucked you senseless in the office... No risk of being caught… Just you, and him, and your dirty little secret…

    Your thoughts were all around the place, and you had no hopes of grasping them back as his cold hand brushed your side, contrasting to the warmth under your clothes. The way he touched you made shivers run down your spine; his slow, delicate motion enhancing your senses to every single second of his caresses. You held your breath when his finger finally managed to reach its destination; grazing over your nipple to have you succumbing to his wishes.

    You fought it as you could, but you were never much of a fighter.

    It was too easy for him to have you under his control, and he knew it. You could tell it by the way he chuckled as soon as you gave away how lost you were at this point. The moan that left your lips came all the way up from your chest, sounding crystal clear in the room as you let your mouth fall agape. Sucking on his finger and following his orders were the last concern you would have for this moment. The only thing worthy of your attention right now was the fact that you couldn’t get as much friction as you needed, and you had to do something about it.

    So you grind on his leg for dear life.

    “You’re so needy” The mockery didn’t have much effect on your mind anymore, so you just kept sliding up and down his thigh as if that was the only thing that could keep you going “You’re not even listening to me, are you?” He huffed in disbelief; thumb leaving your mouth so he could cup your face “That’s all you can understand, right?” He taunted, pinching your nipple to get your attention again, “Are you still there, baby girl?” He leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

      “F-Fuck me” Was the only answer he would get.

      “Manners” He warned; licking the sweet spot next to your jaw.

      “Fuck me, Sir” You corrected yourself; wrapping your arms around his shoulders to look for some support as you practically bounced on his leg, “Please, fuck me, Sir” You repeated, forehead resting on the crook of his neck as you clawed his back, trying to bring him as close as possible to you.

      “Louder” He demanded, and you didn’t need to look at his face to know that he was grinning, “Louder…” He instructed in a tone so low that you could barely hear him over the rustling sounds of fabric against fabric. Your breath hitched as his hand gently caressed your hair; moving some strands away from your face to take a better look at you. However, he didn’t get to see your teary eyes, “Come on, baby… Look at me” He asked in a tantalizing tone, alluring you to try and meet his gaze.

    There wasn’t much you could see through your hooded eyes; vision too blurry for you to grasp what was going on inside his mind. You could tell he enjoyed it, though. He always did. That moment when he could pinpoint you had given up on your control, that you weren’t yourself anymore and would be willing to do whatever he asked… He lived for it, for that rebellious flame of self-control extinguishing from your eyes.

     For who you become when lust overcomes you.        

    The grip on his hair wasn’t unexpected, and Cristopher offered you a small, wicked smile before you connected your lips. The kiss was messy and hurried; tongues exploring every corner they could find while your hands were occupied on getting rid of your clothes. Neither of you cared about anything else but feeling each other’s bodies as you ripped your shirts. The cold breeze hitting your bare skin wasn’t enough to cool down the heat consuming you, but it was enough to have you squirming and whining.

      “Beautiful” Was the only thing he said before pushing your back against the glass and adjusting his grip to take your nipple between his teeth. The groan that escaped your lips was almost animalistic, prompting him to answer with a grunt of his own as he sucked on your skin. The vibrations ran from your flesh to your core, enticing another moan that seemed to fall into deaf ears, “Louder, baby… I want him to hear you…” He pleaded, letting go of your breast just to grope it and give you a kitten lick on the next second “To know who made you like this…” He added before sucking on it again.

    Perhaps it was the fact that he thrust on you, just to tease your senses and make you thirstier. Perhaps it was the fact you had to support yourself on just one leg as he pushed his hips against yours and you tried to seek for your balance by involving his leg with yours. Perhaps it was his hand sliding to meet your clothed core; finger pressing against your clit to add a delicious, needed stimulus for your orgasm.

    Perhaps it was the words that slipped through his lips.

    “W-What did you say?” You panted; hips faltering as you tried to keep riding him, but steading their pace as his finger circled your clit to goad you “M-Mhm… S-Sir” You cried; hand burying in his hair to pull it and translate the utter bliss waving down your body. The string of mewls and urgent pleas spilled from you like a chant, getting him more eager than before, “P-Please” You whined, even though you weren’t sure what you were asking for.

      “Hold it” He ordered; straightening his back to look right into your eyes, but failing as yours rolled back to your head. His hand made its way to squeeze your cheeks, forcing you to look at him with a soft shake to catch your attention “Look at me” It sounded like a warning; stern enough for you to try your best to focus on him, “You’ll only cum when he walks right through that door… Do you understand?” He searched for any signs of stubbornness in your eyes, but his smile showed he didn’t found any.

    “W-Who?” You managed to ask; body trembling as you tried to hold every single string inside your mind in place, even though each one of them was ready to snap and unravel the crashing pleasure that was building up.

    “Why does it matter?” He scoffed, quickening his pace as the unmistakable ring of the elevator sounded on the room “You love being seen, don’t you?” He chuckled, watching as your body shook violently and your knees started to give away to the sensations running down your body.

      “Y-Yes, Sir” You could bet your voice echoed inside the building, and Christopher seemed to agree with you as he grinned in approval.

    “So look at your guest, baby… And scream my name” He instructed, pushing your face to the side. The doors opened slowly, revealing the lights inside the small cubicle right in front of your eyes “Let him know who you belong to” He whispered in your ear; hand pushing your underwear aside so his finger could come in contact with your core.

    The mysterious figure detached from the corners of the metallic walls to finally reveal himself. You met his eyes for a half of a second; enough time for you to recognize the one who worked with you every single day of your life. For the past few years. Someone who would be your partner for years to come, and who would witness and engrave your face in your most vulnerable moment.

    You came hard; probably the most overwhelming orgasm you had ever had in your life. It was impossible to hold back your voice, and you couldn’t help but howl his name; legs shaking and body collapsing into your boss’ arms. You squirmed and whimpered as you tried to recompose yourself; letting him help you ride you out of your orgasm and occupying yourself by staring into your coworker’s shocked eyes.

    “Thank you, Sir…” You breathed out, gripping his arms for dear life while the shame sank into your soul.

    Rule Number Five: The (grateful and satisfied) fans!

    And… Post.

    Oh, well… You did it. Again. There was something about displaying your deepest fantasies for anyone to see that was kinda thrilling to you. Your heart raced inside your chest just like a drum ─ well, if a goddamn drummer decided to do a solo but was too offbeat, to begin with ─ and you couldn’t help but stare blankly at the page without a clue of what to do now. It was out there… Why didn’t anyone say anything yet? Was it that bad? Should you delete it?

    Well… People have to read it before commenting, you know?

    Yeah, right… You just posted it.

    Chill.

    You licked your lips before biting them; feeling the rush that was posting about your boss online when no one else knew about it. If you were being honest, the best part of this wasn’t having the chance to live your fantasies throughout your writing. No. The best part was knowing that only you knew the true identity of Christopher… Or what you really wanted to do to him while he walked down the hallway. The best part was that no one would ever figure out that you were the author of the bestselling novel of the moment… That this steamy romance between boss and employee was nothing but your rawest desire.

     Who would think that the boring, shy girl from the office would be a smut writer? Who would think that you would have a horny, interesting secret identity? No one else but you.

      And this was priceless.

     Or maybe… It was priceless.

    As far as you knew, every single thing you cherished about being a secretive horny bitch could go down the drain tomorrow. It would be all fine if it was just a… Well, actually everything would suck. How would you look at Chan’s face if he knew you were writing about having sex with your boss while he was your boss? What would you do if they decided to fire you because of it? What would you do with your life from now on?!

     Don’t panic, Y/N.

    You had everything under control… Tomorrow morning you would be going to Jeongin’s house and interview him as if he were you. No one would ever suspect you after that. You would save your ass, Hyunjin’s ass, and Chan’s ass. And that was it. The perfect plan. Nothing to worry about. Just trust Jeongin to follow your script and make sure everything would go as planned.

    Flawless. Totally safe. Perfect.

    That’s right…

    You just need to take a deep breath and rela—

    The sudden sound caught you off guard; eyes focusing on the screen once again so you could understand what was going on. All of your worries vanished away as soon as you saw the notification on the top of it; announcing that you had just got a message from a fan.

     Finally!    

    The weasel icon was so familiar that you chuckled while opening the message; a smile plastering over your face as you let your eyes wander around the words. There was nothing more fulfilling to your writer ass than seeing the way Weasel always had something to say about your story. Sometimes, he’d give you some feedback on your style. Other times, he’d freak out about how much he wanted to “try those things out”, as he usually said. There were also times when he’d just get excited over the characters and their conflicts, which always got you laughing.

    It was fun to talk to Weasel.

    He was just as mysterious as you… There was no name to his face, and also no face to his icon, but both of you were friends anyway. He had been keeping up with your stuff from such an early stage that it felt natural to have him around and getting his feedback. It was so comfortable, that you didn’t even mind when he slid in your DMs, embarrassed to let anyone else know that your smut made him… Feel things. There was no need to elaborate on what he did about those feelings or those things. But it was kinda hot to know he enjoyed himself throughout your fantasies.

      His fantasies.

    Well… For the number of times that you used them to write your stories, it was some sort of shared fantasies by now. As a matter of fact, you never intended to make Christopher a jealous character but Weasel made the idea seem too hot for you to ignore. Sometimes, he’d open up about that girl from his work that he really liked and how jealous he was of the guy she liked and then… Well, it felt… Interesting.

    The thought of being desirable to the point a guy would want to claim you as his like this? Not that Weasel did it. He actually just mentioned that he hoped she was into this as a kink. You couldn’t help but picture the way he would touch her in such a greedy way… The possessiveness blinding him for a second… The grip tightening… The mean words and the humiliation… Oh, the sweet humiliation that would crush you as he whispered how much you would cum for him… How he was the only one who could make you like that… How he would ask you to say his name… To tell him that you were his…

    You could drink holy water and still be shaking just by picturing it.

    “That was such a good chapter… I didn’t expect you to use her friend like that. I thought it was a given that she’d end up with Chris” You read out loud, chuckling when he reached for your DMs to talk to you “Will we get a threesome or something, miss? 😏” He joked on the next line and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at this “I’m waiting for it”

    “You’re just a horny bitch, aren’t you?” You typed, smirking as you stared at his messages “No spoilers for you, though, baby boy… You’ll have to wait like everybody else” Teasing him was always funny, and he never failed to amuse you.

      “I’m not the one writing porn online” He pointed out, and before he could write anything else you shot him.

    “Yeah but you’re the one getting off to it” You retorted, getting a whole set of gasping and shocked emotes that had you laughing.

    “I have no words to express how offended I am” You chortled, shaking your head in disbelief.

     “Alright, Drama Llama” Why was it so fun to mock him? You wished you could actually meet him offline and banter like this in real life “To fill your horny ass, I might write a dom!reader next time… I was thinking about torturing the 2nd lead a bit”

    “First of all… I don’t think I want my ass filled, thank you for offering tho” Why was he like this? “And I was just joking” You frowned at that, confused by what he meant “Don’t you think that a threesome doesn’t go along with the characters? Her friend likes her a lot and Christopher is just a kinky son of a bitch… I thought he’d just show him that she was his and be an ass as usual”

    “What do you have against Chris, dude?” You rolled your eyes, although he wouldn’t be able to see it, “He’s way better than her friend! At least, he does something about her”

    “I have the 2nd male lead syndrome! You know that!” You chortled, very aware of this, “And isn’t that the perfect opportunity for him to do something about it?! I mean… I don’t want to be nosey but having a threesome is way out of character for them” He pointed out, and you had to admit he was right.

    “No, you’re not nosey…” You sighed; shoulders dropping for a second “It’s just that I’m upset about something that happened at work today and you know that projecting my problems on those characters is my thing” You pursed your lips, staring at the keyboard for a few seconds before deciding to continue “Besides, I’m about to spend an entire day with a guy that kinda inspired the 2nd lead and… I don’t really want to think about a sex scene with him, you know?” You confessed.

    “But thinking about torturing and having a threesome with him is easy” He mocked you.

      “That’s because that threesome would never happen” You sent it before you could think about what you had just written.

    “Ooohhhh!” Holy shit… The amount of emotes he had just dumped on that chat couldn’t be a good sign, “So having sex with this guy is something you want?! And that could happen?! ” Great, now you would have a Drama Llama-Weasel trying to get some juicy gossip about your inexistent sex life… WORSE! Your sex life with your nemesis! “Why don’t you go for it? I’m sure he’s into you if he’s anything like his character” Poor thing… He had no idea.

    “Shut up, it’s not like that” You brushed it off.

    “If you say so” You could almost hear him snickering, even though you didn’t know how his voice sounded like “I’ll just have you regretting this for the rest of the night” You snorted, shaking your head in disbelief. He was unbearable! “I have work early tomorrow but I’m gonna come back with questions, Miss… Wait for me”

    “What I meant is that it’d be easier to happen than having a threesome, not that I want it to happen, moron” You defended yourself but he didn’t even get to read it as he logged off right away.

      Great… He would never let you live it down.

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[sashi-ya]

Hiya there~ another dirty anon ask because we have shame oh boy we have hehe~ do you have hc 's on Zoro, Ace and Law asked by their partner to record themselves jerking off? They would complain? If they are up for it... what kind of shot or scenery you imagine? what kind of things they say? you know ;) ;) ;) Thanks Sashi, you are making a good work as always.

Hi darling!! Of course! I tried to describe the videos they would send as well. I hope you enjoy ♥ Thank u so much for your request ♥~

NSFW ~ Law, Zoro & Ace ~ HCs on Being Asked To Send a Video of Them Jerking Off.

TW: Nsfw. Sexting. Video calling. Masturbation

WC: 1029

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove

You: Baby… can you send me a special video?" Law: what type of video? You: you know… can I see you jerking off? Law: no.

Of course he would say no right away. Law acts cold as hell, but you surely know how to defrost him right away. If you two happen to be separated, best way to turn him on and get your way with the video is not sending one of you right away, but slowly making him horny.

Law acts cold not because he wants it, but because he gets secretly extremely embarrassed. Yeah, no one would think Trafalgar Law would be ashamed, but he is. He respects way too much his own privacy, but he also thinks that doing something like this would make him look cringey in front of you. If he only knew his moaning is the sexiest melody…

After some slow burning words, and perhaps some photos of your thighs -his favourite part- he would be hard, and somehow being aroused blurs his mind. Lust makes him lose control, he suddenly becomes feral, no more plans, no more calculations. Law becomes a slave of his own desires…

You: Are you hard? Him: Yes, I am. I wish you were here so I could fuck you so hard. You: Why don’t you show me? I miss you… Him: Fine... [ video attachment]

Law is a natural tease. He doesn’t have to try to be sexy, so the video is not a sloppy shaking take of the tip of his dick being jerked. Instead your screen shows something similar to a movie. He has put his phone over his desk, so you can see all of his upper anatomy resting on his desk chair. Boxers off. His shirt lifted up, he is holding it up with his teeth, so his abs could be completely exposed to the camera. That tattooed chest, well defined abs, and his ink fingers around his hard shaft. Up and down he goes, muffled moans escape his mouth while biting the cloth of his white shirt. Eyes closed, orgasmic expressions over his tanned, pretty face.

Law cums, hard. White sticky liquid sprouts from the tip of his dick, and drips over his fingers. His face shows a satisfied side smirk. God…

Ace: Babe, I’m hard. I miss you. You: Are you? let me see… Ace: Enjoy ♥ [Video attachment]

Ah my dear Ace, he wouldn’t have a single problem with sending you a hundred videos if it was necessary. Ace wants to show you how hard he gets when he thinks of you. His body misses you so much when you are apart. He especially enjoys doing this during cold nights when you are not by his side. And you love it.

He usually does send you first some pictures. How his hard bulge shows on his pants. How wet his boxers are. His hands too, he knows how much you love his hands. He usually takes pictures in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, while showering or lying on his bed.

Ace, as well as Law, knows very well his s/o wants to see the whole picture. Tonight you asked him for a video while showering. And so he delivered…

Warm water bathes his naked body. You can see from where the phone was placed his profile. Wide back, his inked arm with that ASCE tattoo. The side of his ribcage that merges into his abdominal well defined muscles. Wavy black locks that get damped and fall over his shoulders. His left hand supports his weight on the cold tiles of the shower, his right hand strokes his hard member. You can see his mandible clench as he speeds up the pace, up and down. Sometimes he plays with the precum on the tip of his sex, with two fingers. He comes, with a grunt, biting his lip. He then looks directly into the camera, with that side smirk and sloppy eyes. Hot flaming expression that anticipates what he is going to do to you when he gets you…

You: Oi Marimo, can you send me a video of you jerking off? Zoro: Haaaah?? Why? You: I’m horny and I miss your cock. Zoro: I’m on night watch. I was just lifting some weights You: Even better, come on… I want to see you all sweaty stroking that dick. Sending you something to make you horny [Video attachment]

Our swordsman here is not a common technology user, what’s more he probably hasn’t ever used his phone for more than a few texts when you two are away. But he loves you and despite not knowing exactly what the point of sending a video of himself jerking off is, he would deliver. Don’t expect some fancy aesthetic takes, though.

Zoro is an expert in fucking you rough, he turns into a demon so when he sees the video of you touching yourself, he gets hard, so hard. Lower instincts reign his mind, arousal, and lust. So much, he couldn’t wait to take a shower to wash off the sweating from his training, nor even to make a video. Zoro would straightforwardly video call you…

“I want to see you touching yourself” he says. “Hell yes” you say and lay yourself on your bed, showing him your core with your back camera. He does the same laying completely naked over the mats of the crow’s nest. You can see the perfect V that his lower abs form, his hard shaft swelling, twitching, dripping precum. You relish, wanting the time to be together again would be soon. He jerks off in a special way you have managed to learn to do to him; four fingers surround his shaft, while his thumb presses and caresses the tip, playing with his precum. You can hear soft grunts and moans on your headphones, and he does too with yours. He speeds up the pace, sometimes using his whole palm over the gland to stimulate himself even more. Soon, both of you cum, Zoro’s abs and belly button hold a white sticky puddle on it… ♥ ~

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@elliegoose >:3

lmao this actually caused me to go through her tag and you're not w r o n g

BUT ANYWAY!

In short: Alice is a trans computer scientist who grew up rich but ended up disenfranchised from the glitz and glam of Hollywood literally right next door. She became an anarchist hacker in the late 90s & early '00s, starting while still in high school, due to her father also being a computer scientist. She found the early makings of the deep web and both used it to help her and destroy people on it, while also using her growing hacker skills to be a sort of Anonymous type to governments and people in power. She'd hijack live broadcasts on TV and show hidden footage of their politicians and police that show them in an unequivocally bad light.

She was called The Hoarder, as she would use any and all connections she had to amass footage, emails, letters, phone calls ect on everyone she decided could be a threat, or already was a threat. She kept multiple hard drives of data with all of this information encrypted to the teeth so if something happened to her, no one could get at her information.

Then uh, she died.

The CIA found her and sniped her while she was at home in her apartment. They branded The Hoarder a domestic terrorist and killed her, and took her hard drives.

Then she came back.

Her soul found it's way to a demon capable of making other demons, and she became one, with a lot of torture to her poor soul.

She became a blood demon specifically, tied to a blood lake in a lower level in Hell under where all types of creatures are tortured.

And she came back more paranoid than before, and freshly traumatized off of death and rebirth. With advancing technology (even in Hell), she grew her skills and kept up with tech, eventually creating programs she could infect onto people's devices to watch and listen to their every move, and erasing her identity and creating a new name and face every time she even got a whiff of someone knowing who she was. She didn't let anyone get close, and the cherry on top was her mentor, who's supposed to show baby demons how to use their abilities properly so they don't hurt themselves or others accidentally, ghosted her early on, leaving her unable to access her abilities to the extent that she didn't understand she had a new diet and was starving herself, terrified and hyper suspicious of everyone she crossed paths with, and at this point she was not transitioned nor did she know she was trans. So these early demonic years were pure torture to her, and it's a wonder she even made it out of them alive.

The only thing she had was tech. She built an entire server farm to house information, and eventually snagged a job as, officially, "Head of Security" for a budding fashion mogul in Hell (we can talk ab the world building of my Hell another time lmao) and literally built her presence into the core of this company. She coded and designed every single program the work computers use, down to the browser. She encrypts all of their files and keeps eyes & ears on every single employee, investor, competitor, and even her bosses, the C.E.O and the C.F.O. All of this information is kept in her server farm.

And somehow, someway, her bosses and their immediate employees start breaking her barriers, tiny bit by tiny bit. And it's only after this very painful, very scary opening of her heart that she realizes she's trans, and can finally also stop starving herself. (I play this off but this is a MAJOR bg reason for why she's so goddamn miserable. She didn't know that she only gets nutrients through drinking blood.)

And with finally having some hesitant support and opening to being trans, she realized that her whole goth boy thing didn't really feel right, and she felt major fomo for missing out on all those girl years and threw herself into the most kawaii princess cutesy pink barbie doll aesthetic you can GET. Sparkles and pink and white and makeup and tights and poofy skirts and tulle and frills and flowers and everything but heels.

And because it's Hell and there's magic and shit, her transition wasn't instant, but happened pretty fast once she got onto Estrogen.

So now she's a frilly, fruffy, poofy princess who's an anarchist, a spy, a hacker, morally dubious, and most importantly of all, someone who keeps stealing hearts now that she's opened up a little bit.

...oh I said this was gonna be short. Oh well.

i really reaaaaally need to be writing down little facts about my characters

because oh my god Alice what university did you say you went to I don't r e m e m b e r

[yanderecandystore]

Hello, this is the first time I’ve come here and I’d like, if possible, you could place my order, I don’t remember if I already placed that ask or something, so if yes, sorry to bother you...

I can order something with Yandere! Vampire with a Vampire Slayer! Reader, please...

Welcome in!

Well yes boo, you did make a very similar request, and I'm sorry if it took me like a long time to answer you (at least to me it feels like a whole month has passed, time has been so slow and so fast somehow-) it's just that I'm dealing with a lot of stuff outside of Tumblr and although I try to not think about it, it does affect my performance in writing. Also you're not bothering me at all boo!

Also I just realized something, normally when I write I put really mean remarks about the reader but it's not supposed to be taken seriously by you guys, as it's mostly either an look into the perspective of the ocs (normally the bullies who are very mean and cruel-) or even an exaggeration on the reader's current mind state (if the reader feels dumb about a certain action they have chosen, I try to make them sound very exaggerated since I don't want any of you to take it personally, y'all are beautiful okay? Don't worry about the snarky comments and rude remarks that I may write).

I'll try to make it more obvious that it's mostly a character's exaggerated perspective next time, or maybe put trigger warnings about degrading language/mean comments.

TW/Tags: mentions of addiction (to blood) // male x male // male reader // vampy vamp // monster(vampire) x (human)reader // mentions of death // unofficial OC/just a random character I decided to create for this specific piece // captivity/kidnaping // mentions of torture/infliction of pain // mind control/gaslighting/manipulation and stockholm syndrome // being drugged/poisoned // kinda sadistic but not so much so cause I like giving y'all some softness.

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True love is found in small bites [Yandere!M!Vampire x M!Vampire Hunter!Reader - Headcanon]:

Who doesn't like a little one on one with an immortal creature in a fight filled with sexual tension? Who wouldn't want to prove their worth to their dad who is a lonely vampire hunter?

Your dad had hunted vampires all by himself for years now and he won't stop until the day he drops dead, or at least that's what he told you.

He taught you everything that you needed to know, and honestly- You probably know a lot more than some of the guys who are paid to do this every month, Hell, your dad hunts them basically every week! That's kinda the reason why he won't accompany you this time, too busy dealing with vampires in a neighboring village, some rumours of some high profiled vampires coming into your hometown… He was very concerned for your safety before deciding that whenever these rumours were true or not, he needed to check them for himself regardless.

You decided to go on a hunt on your own, hunt one down and prove to your man that you'll do just fine all by yourself.

However, you have the knowledge from the books you read and from what your father taught you, but you don't have personal experiences in fighting vampires. So that's why you're finally going to take down a vampire all by yourself.

It took you some time to find the right target, but after hearing complaints about some odd things happening in the less wealthy part of town, you thought you had a pretty clear picture of what happened. You thought that maybe some vampires have been attacking the poorest people in town to not cause a bigger panic in the population, and sadly enough, you were right.

Apparently the vampirism started to spread uncontrollably as the newly transformed vampires weren't accustomed with the new malevolent power. Some would get addicted to blood and to the power they hold against humans, and start to bite more than what they can chew on.

You found someone who was acting suspiciously, a commoner who was acting more aggressively towards his neighbors and family, he had created a lot of enemies in only a couple of days after being transformed, as he was now acting like "royalty" surrounded by peasants. The poor bastard was out of his mind, and sadly you needed to take care of him before he would hurt more people.

The work of a vampire slayer (or at least, one who works on their own accord) isn't as glamorous or "pleasant" as most may think, it involves you constantly questioning yourself and your morals, the guy you're hunting has a family but from what you heard and from what you have seen as you observed him from afar- He is clearly gone, consumed by the addiction of human blood, he would end up hurting his own family if you didn't intervene.

You had to stalk him for basically the whole day, collecting information and waiting for a good opportunity to strike him- Sadly enough, you didn't know that someone else was also interested in killing him.

It was pretty quick now that you think about it- You were about to tackle him when someone else got to do it before you. You didn't know about vampire society's inner relationships but you are aware that there is some form of hierarchy, and that those who were transformed into vampires were considered to be closer to the bottom than those who were born into it. The bottom of their social structure being those who they could all feed on, so in other words humans.

As you have already prepared yourself to attack the blood addictic, this guy who seemed to have come out of nowhere has already noticed that he wasn't alone, you wouldn't be able to hide yourself at this point and running wouldn't be an option considering how fast he moved.

The only option was left was to fight this vampire who was clearly way too powerful for your newbie ass. It was a pretty tough fight, and even if you have lost- You did manage to prove that you weren't just a random human who found themselves in the wrong place, in the wrong time.

You were very well prepared- Idris was pretty impressed by your resistance, but from his eyes, you were lacking a lot in the intelligence department. You were a good brawler, but not a decent vampire slayer by far- He would question you about your level of skill constantly, even mocking the idea of you being an "newbie" at this job.

Idris had won in the end, making you his prisoner who he would bring back to his clan to be used as an easy food source while also giving them info about other vampire slayers. Of course you wouldn't give them anything, no matter how bad your situation was you would still fight to the very end.

Idris had used one of his abilities to bring you two to his clan's hideout in a blink of an eye, you weren't expecting it to be so quick. You were tied up and inside an "abandoned" mansion filled with vampires, you were sure you wouldn't survive this at all- Yet you had promised yourself to not give them any information about other vampires slayers, especially your father.

You have met them, all of them- All of the Nox clan of pure vampires (or at least the last of them), in one single place. They were all so eager to jump in and start the "fun" with you. To torture you, drink from you, control your mind so you would spill all that you know, they tried to but you wouldn't stop squirming and fighting their touch- However, your attitude has only helped to aggravate them.

Idris was in charge of taking care of you- And by that they meant he was the one who would be screwing with you the most. He would keep you alive with your bare necessities but would also be the one to punish and torture you to speak up.

Interestingly enough, Idris wasn't interested in violently taking the truth out of you- Oh no, boo- He was much more sadistic than that.

He saw you as a plaything, like a cat he would see you as something he should toy with before devouring- He would try to push you to your limits verbally, trying to trigger some sort of wound you may have. You were stronger than he assumed, he should have known you weren't so dumb to give in to his insults and threats.

He would still bite you though, hey, a man needs some blood before continuing his private interrogation, right? It's not his fault you're both his snack and the one being interrogated.

You were strong minded, you weren't feeling too awful about being taken as a prisoner, since you felt as if deep down you could still escape this- So the effects of the poison that he would inject on you weren't showing up at first, but after sometime of being under this terrible living condition with only him to talk with, you started to feel some type of weird way around him.

It could be the poison finally taking over, but you have started to notice some… Particular choices that Idris took when interacting with you. Again- It could be all some magic shit in your mind, but you could swear that the lingering touches from him weren't rough or painful as his threats.

Idris was never physically harmful towards you, even to his peers dismay as they would constantly scold him for being too soft. He was indeed very off putting and sadistic- But could he be hiding something deep inside his literally cold exterior? You started to think so… Well, you started to hope so.

See, although the poison is already making your mind dizzy and making you feel some kind of weird attraction towards Iris- It wasn't completely just your mind playing tricks on you, Idris has been trying a new tactic with you and it was working.

Maybe you haven't noticed yet, but for the last few weeks he has started to flirt with you more, touch you more and whisper less concerning things into your ears, and you were eating it all up due to your isolation and his poisonous bite.

The more he sucked your blood, the more enamoured you were with his softer "side", the poison becoming stronger with each bite. But everyday you two spend time together, Idris can't help but feel just as interested in you as you are to him. He may play it off as a sadistic manipulative (which he kinda is-) vampire who is above you and his own feelings- But whenever it's just you and him, he just feels like there is a bigger connection being formed.

The more you two get to know each other the more he'll start falling for you, to the point he doesn't know if he is faking empathy and care or if he actually likes you in a weird way. He has started to feel very satisfied whenever you start acting clingy, desperate even for his attention (again- He is the only one willing to even talk with you before biting you and sucking your blood), the sensation of power he feels is a little bit overwhelming- But very much appreciated.

You have started to feel some side effects from losing so much blood everyday, which has made Idris concerned and incapable of drinking from you for at least some time while you recover from it. But since you need some time to rest without being injected with more venom from fangs, which will cause you to start waking up from your brainwashed state and remember that A: It has been months since you were gone, your dad is out there looking for you and it's possibly thinking you're dead; B: You're trapped in a mansion filled with the last vampires of a powerful clan which has been massacred by vampire slayers like you; and C: You were starting to catch feelings for the one who brought you here- Regardless of manipulation and freaky vampire shit- You were indeed falling for his charm.

Whenever that happens, it will be obvious that you'll start trying to fight them and escape again, even if you're very, very weak from all these months without proper training and healthy eating habits.

You may try your hardest dear, but you'll need a better plan than just going feral on Idris. He is a lot stronger than you, especially since you can't even stand up on your own, and even hurting him makes you feel oddly awful- You had relied on him for so long, that it feels like you would be betraying him if you actually do hurt him, it seems like some of the effects of so much time under his manipulation are still present.

You can't hurt him, but you can still try to sneak out. You should still try to escape!

You would eventually come up with a plan to run away while it was still morning, even if it was a very flawed plan considering that the only place you knew in this entire mansion was Idris's room and bathroom. For some miracle reason, you would find a way to sneak out, it was pretty hard considering you have no strength in your legs, yet luckily no one seemed to be aware of your sudden movement around the corridors- Apparently the whole clan is composed of heavy sleepers.

Your escape was successful, but you wouldn't be able to reach safety anytime soon in your condition- And you knew that eventually they would wake up again and Idris would find you soon. Yet as you had promised yourself and your father, you weren't going down without a fight.

Idris is responsible for you, so whenever he notices that you were gone- He would first assume one of his kind has took you, but considering how everyone else in the clan considers him to be a nuisance and incompetent, he couldn't possibly ask around where were you. If he did, they would end up yelling at him and take you as their personal blood bag- He couldn't let them know that you have escaped.

He would search for you and be honest to god thankful that you weren't dead yet- He would be pissed but more concerned about your current state, after all you were supposed to be resting from losing so much blood and yet here you are: Trying to survive the wild nature around the mansion in a stupid attempt of escaping the vampires.

Idris would have to bite you more often while also giving some days off so you could rest, but doing in a way that you never lose the effects of the poison- He can't stand to see you fighting him so much.

I mean- He thinks that it's pretty attractive how fiesty you are, but he needs you to stay still in his bedroom and to start giving him those confused yet passionate eyes again- Idris doesn't know whether or not you're in love with him or is just acting in instinct considering your current position, and he soon will find himself begging for you to truly give in to this weird fantasy he has built around you two- But for now, all that he wants is the smallest affection that may come from you, even if it's not as true and morally correct as true love is supposed to be.

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[superpixie42]

The End!

OMG we made it and I didn't crack and just post it all at once. Thank you guys for joining me on this storytelling experiment.

For those of you who (like me) prefer binge reading, the whole fic is now up on AO3.

Please note the AO3 upload is 4 chapters not 8 because I paired the matching POV pieces together (so 1&2 are together, and so on).

Enjoy 💙

Rated E

Summary: Kagome Higurashi wanted to be anywhere but at the grungy bus station at 6am with her screaming infant. But when the local delinquent turns out to be a total sweetheart, maybe things aren't as bad as they seem to be. The story of how one act of kindness deserves another, and how strangers became closer than family. Includes fanart from Wolfcry77.

Story Tags: Modern AU. Single Mom Kagome. Gruff on the outside but puppy on the inside Inuyasha. Bus friends to actual friends to lovers. Found family feels. Slowburn for people in a hurry. Eventual sexual content. Oral sex. Wholesome love making but also they have a very good time. The pining is mutual I pinky promise. If you don't have a communication breakdown is it even InuKag?

Dating Kagome Higurashi was unlike anything Inuyasha had ever experienced before. She was thoughtful, and caring, and the most genuinely sweet person he'd ever met. And she trusted him, not just with her heart, but with her son. The first time he watched Toru for her was just for half an hour, staying in the apartment with him while Kagome ran downstairs to the laundromat to swap a load of clothes. He'd been mildly terrified, but it had been fine, and the look on Kagome's face when she came back to him and Toru playing with Toru’s stacking cups was nothing short of incredible. Now, as he came through the door every morning, Toru’s shrieks of "Yaya, Yaya!!" absolutely crushed his heart. Nobody was as happy to see him as Kagome and Toru. Nobody acknowledged him or missed him like they did...not for a real fuckin’ long time.

Inuyasha loved Kagome. He just wished he could tell her.

Not that there weren’t opportunities. Sometimes the mood, the moment, or whatever romantic bullshit it was called would just feel different and his brain would scream do it now. But then he could feel her anxiety spike and he would back off. He understood; clearly, she'd been burned before and was worried about getting burned again. He respected her need to keep things "unofficial" and low pressure. It’s not like the lack of labels was holding them back.

They didn’t go out much, since their schedules - plus Toru’s routine - made it hard to justify the time it took to get anywhere, but he was more than happy to just spend their time in Kagome’s apartment. He could never get enough of kissing her, or even just holding her hand. And being home meant that on the rare occasion that Toru was having a playdate with Grandma Higurashi and Uncle Souta, they could take full advantage.

Inuyasha shouldn’t have been surprised to realize Kagome would be as chatty in bed as she was everywhere else. She whispered dirty things in his ear, she guided his speed through foreplay, and she was very enthusiastic at telling him when he was a good boy.

But it caught him completely off-guard when, instead of telling him harder, slower, or more, she moaned, “Move in with me.”

He halted his movements, his fingers still two knuckles deep, and his lips around her nipple. “What?” he asked, his reply almost inaudible through his mouthful of tit. But Kagome didn’t repeat it, instead she scrambled up from under him, grabbing their box of condoms from under her bed.

She shoved it into his chest. “In me. Move in me, now.”

He wasn’t going to argue. Instead he decided to treat this romp like a job interview, making sure he showed her just what she could look forward to, every night if she wanted it, once he moved in. He suited up, grabbed her hips, and flipped them around so she could have the ride of her life.

Kagome doubled over, her orgasm rendering her abs temporarily useless. Inuyasha grabbed her thighs, pushing himself as far into her clenched core as he could, reaching his own completion and filling the condom. As he came down from his high, he realized he could smell salt in the air along with their combined scents. He immediately released her legs, thinking he might have pierced her hips. The skin under his fingers was slightly red from the pressure, but perfectly intact.

He quickly scanned her frame, not seeing any bruises or cuts, or anything to indicate why she was crying. He reached up and brushed the one wayward tear from her cheek. "You ok?" he asked, his voice half an octave lower than usual.

She sniffled before answering, "It was just, it was so good!"

He barked out a laugh, entirely in agreement, before her next sentence made his blood run cold.

"Nobody else is going to be this good! You've ruined me!"

He blinked twice, his body nearly going into shock at how quickly he shifted from elated to absolutely pissed. He let out an aggravated huff and used his strength to lift her up and off of him, dropping her ass down onto the mattress and ignoring her groan at his sudden exit from her body.

"What the fuck Kagome? You don't even let me get the condom off before you're thinking about someone else? I assumed we were exclusive, but this is the shittest way to tell me I was wrong."

"What someone else? There isn't anyone else!" she shouted, another tear sliding down her cheek. He let this one fall on its own.

"You are literally crying because nobody else is going to get you off that good."

"Exactly!"

He threw his hands in the air, trying not to scream in frustration. He needed her to stop talking in circles.

"Kagome, why can't we just keep having sex if it was good?"

Even with all the smells perfuming her apartment, Inuyasha could almost taste how sad she had made herself thinking of her answer. She refused to look at him, instead staring at her nails as she nervously ripped her cuticles apart.

"I know you heard me...based on how much of an ass I made of myself, clearly I can't keep doing friends with benefits. And…" she sniffled, "people don't date single moms. People don't want to deal with moments being ruined by screaming babies, or weeks of dry spells because I'm just too tired. My best hope is the occasional date that goes really well...only now I know it won't go anywhere near as well as this and that's just not fair."

He leaned forward, hooking a long finger under her chin to force her to look at him. "I guess it's a good thing I'm not ‘people’, then," he said, wiggling his ears for emphasis.

Kagome let out a snort, shaking her head at him. "You're the best people I know, and you don't have to make this a thing because I caught feelings."

"What if I want it to be a thing because I caught feelings a long time ago and thought this was already a thing?"

She bit her lip nervously, clearly not entirely convinced he wasn't just humoring her.

"I know you have to be cautious, because of Toru,” he said gently, “and I don’t want to pressure you. So if you want to back up and do an official dating thing and not the move-in and having sex thing, I can do that. I love you. And we can do this whatever way makes you feel safe."

Her eyes lit up, her signature smile finally replaced her nervous lip biting. "You would move in? Really? With Toru and the mess and my one tiny bathroom?"

He leaned forward and cupped her face in his left hand. “I like Toru. And I like you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

She blinked, her eyes sparking, “I love you too, Inuyasha.”

He leaned forward, kissing her slowly until he was sure her tears had stopped.

“Besides,” he said, pulling from this kiss with his trademark smirk plastered on his face, “one small bathroom just means you have no choice but to shower with me.”

He grabbed at her hands and hoisted her up off the bed, making a beeline for the shower. Maybe they did things a little out of order, but that was okay. They were writing their story their way, and he didn’t care what the cover looked like as long as they got their happily ever after. And looking into Kagome’s face as she smiled up at him and followed him through the sea of toddler toys to the bathroom, he knew they were already almost there.

THE END

AN: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STICKING WITH THIS LITTLE FIC GUYS each and every reblog and comment has meant so much to me especially since tumblr seems determined to fuck up my account.

Much love,

Pixie

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[prodsh00ky]

i really felt like doing this one bc i love hearing this type of fact ab other people people, so why not share them ab myself too?

1. are you named after anyone?

not that i know? but my name has a fun behind story: at the time i was in my mom's belly, there was a very famous soap opera on air in my country. mom thought about a name but my elder sisters asked her to change it to my actual name, which is v similar to the one my mom wanted, just a single different letter, bc they said it was prettier. mom agreed and here i am. i ask them all the time why they wanted my mom to change it and they always say its just bc they like my actual name better and i do believe it bc it is, indeed, prettier than the old one, but there was a character with my name in that famous soap opera i brought up in the beggining, so i think they might have unconsciously gotten the idea from that character.

2. when was the last time you cried?

in the moment im answering this, just yesterday. and it was because of a seventeen song. lmao

3. do you have kids?

no, and i intend not to.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

i actually do, and sometimes i don't even notice it. irony and sarcasm are my bffs after a whole teenage of reading edgy female protagonists written mostly by men

5. what sports do/have you played?

handball, soccer, volley and a bit of basketball. i did some swimming too. but!!! im not from a country in which you can easily start a career in a sport by playing it in school or something, i just played them in p.e. periodically so i could learn the basics and all. i miss soccer and handball specially, tho.

6. first thing you notice about people?

it may sound futile but their clothing choice and how their accesories match. physically, their height, hair and hands. personality wise, politeness and gentleness.

7. whats your eye color?

dark brown that get some lighter (honey colored) reflexions when the sun hits them.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings for sure. im a scaredy cat so i generally dont watch scary movies. the few i've watched was due to being with my friends.

9. any special talents?

not a talent exactly but im a very good comunicator. i've always done well in writing and talking, presenting things in public and all. i was the spokeswoman for the two graduation cerimonies ive had till now with completely different people involved in it, so yeah :) im also pretty good in problem solving when they're domestic and daily based.

10. where were you born?

11. what are your hobbies?

im in the middle of a hobby crisis tbh? but i'd say the classic ones: listening to music, reading and watching movies, tv shows and anime. i also write and have been learning how to play the violin.

12. do you have pets?

a 4 year old dog who's the most happy and funny pal to be around :)

13. how tall are you?

165cm and google says me that this is the same that 5'5 or 64.96 inches? but i dont know how that works? why the fuck feet and inches measurements are so difficult and why do native english speakers love it so much meters are so much easier to deal with...

in a nutshell im as tall as svt's woozi

14. favorite subject in school?

for a long time it was my native language class, then at some point it was geography, literature, english and history and at the end of high school i had 0 preferences and hated them all the same :)

15. dream job?

not having to work. being rich. being an heir to a great fortune. i wish it was a joke.

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im not tagging anyone, if you feel like doing it go on and have a blast! :)

@shadowynn feeling shy to tag you but u asked it so... here we go

another tag game??? yes pls :)))

15 questions, 15 people!

tagged by: @monmonsu tysm my dear <333

1. are you named after anyone? - ... technically, yes. i did name myself; i plead the fifth on who lmao

2. when was the last time you cried?  - a couple days ago

3. do you have kids? - i have fraternity children that call me parent/grandparent/great-grandparent (i've been around a while)

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? - with select people who take to it well, yes.

5. what sports do you play/have you played? - nothing right now, but i've done a little bit of everything. soccer, softball, cross-country; my favorites were marching band/color guard and martial arts. i was in the best shape of my life

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people? - how they carry themselves.

7. what’s your eye colour?  - hazel!

8. scary movies or happy endings? - depends on the day. i'm a fiend for a good horror movie tho

9. any special talents? - i sing; used to sing opera but i do not have the pipes anymore

10. where were you born? - middle of nowhere, usa

11. what are your hobbies?  - writing, gaming, knitting, reading

12. do you have pets? - i have three pups :)

13. how tall are you? - 5'5" or 165ish cm? (idk if that's right, google told me)

14. favourite subject in school? - music history, currently. in high school i think it was english

15. dream job? - i dunno. software dev for a spotify-esque company or music production/sound mixing stuff, maybe? i also talked to a guy about tuning sound mixing equipment once and that sounds fun

no pressure tagging: @loving-strawberry @justhere4kpop @jaehunnyy @yunbug @cloudy-cranium @thatonenoona @pyeonghongrie-main & anyone else who wants to bc i don't talk to that many people on here?

[skullglaze]

not to be evil because i have not seen a single episode of the show 

but is there like a masterpost of every post-finale confirmation or removal of destiel

or like the slideshows yall did or the scripts idk yall know what i mean?

like all the gifs do make it seem like the funniest ship of all time i might watch the whole thing just to get a glimpse of how yall felt i literally am just so obsessed with the supernaturalgate stuff and all the tags and i just cannot keep up

 like idk anything ab these guys

 literally just the LORE,,, 

[maschotch]

Take your tags and make the post, Masc. Write about messy Hotch and Morgan.

ALSJKDHGKJH i have.. no idea which tags ur talking about aksjhdlsjdh i really do need to shut up sometimes but i’m just gonna assume u were talking ab the tentative hc that morgan’s the reason strauss is coming down so hard on hotch

now im not a super big fan of this whole arc akjshdlk sooo i like to come up with stuff that might have it make more sense. bc hotch hasn’t really done anything that the bureau would really take issue with? they’re getting tired of dealing with this whole foyet business, but it’s not like he’s made any glaring mistakes. as a unit chief, other than his first day back, he’s been acting like normal. 

but do you know who doesn’t think so? morgan. he’s hyperattentive because he’s worried, and it’s all coming from a good place. but he’s doubting hotch and questioning things that he normally wouldn’t. he’s finding every little way to think something’s off, but his own judgment is clouded. he’s fair to be concerned and it’s fair that maybe hotch isn’t having the best time of his life rn. but hotch is still keeping it together. morgan just cant see it that way 

he tries telling rossi, but gets shrugged off. emily’s already on hotch’s side, reid doesn’t want to get involved, jj’s sympathetic ab jack’s absence, and penelope is unlikely to confront hotch even if she agrees with morgan. no ones listening and no ones willing to help. morgan can be honest in his reports at least, making sure to note every single instance hotch falters and emphasizing how the loss of his family is affecting him. he’s hoping maybe someone higher up can talk some sense into hotch and do… something? i don’t even think morgan knows what he wants them to do, but he just wants someone to do anything. he wants someone to care

i dont think morgan realizes how the higher ups are gonna take it. sure they’re concerned about hotch, but they’re more concerned about whether or not he can do his job. and, according to morgan, apparently he can’t. they were already wary, but now that it’s been confirmed by a negative review from a subordinate, they can officially take action to put him on the bench for a while. morgan was hoping for mandated therapy or something, but he wasn’t expecting this

this isnt a ride or die headcanon or anything, but since the writers seem to enjoy fucking up the show, i’ll fuck it even better (??) it makes sense to me that morgan would be obsessively worried and on the lookout for any sign of a problem, and i feel like he might go behind hotch’s back to try and get someone to help. it backfires in a way morgan didn’t expect (and its weird that the direct result of his actions is becoming unit chief, but honestly thats the same vibe of the situation anyway), and morgan’s gotta live with the guilt of betraying the man he only wanted to protect