#tw self doubt mention

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Infinity: LuLu, you think I’m smart, right?

Lunar: You’re the smartest.

Infinity: So I’m not dumb?

Lunar: Not at all.

Infinity: And I’m not ugly?

Lunar, now holding a knife: I’ll kill whoever told you that.

[voidselfshipp]

Nothing breaks a broken Man like gentleness

Cw: divorce mention. Self doubt (from my f/o),Adler has a pretty big face scar and its mentioned in the fic once. If anything else needs tagging lmk. Eye contact in GIF and facial scars.

Summary: feeling particularly vulnerable, Russel asks the most difficult question of his life.

♡Only mutual allowed to reblog.

Taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifepatrickbateman

After everything that happened to him, Adler never thought he'd have a chance at love again.

Was he even deserving of love,after all hes done? It was something that he constantly asked himself.

But then he met Jerico.

And they got toghether.

Even now, Years later, it still hangs heavy on him.

He holds jeri close, its been a long day for him, mentally speaking.

There was nothing else he wanted more than to hold his girlfriend close to his chest, breathe in her scent and probably try and catch some sleep.

--thank you for everything-- adler mutters with a broken voice.

He feels Jeri hug him tight, nuzzle his chest and look up-- you changed my life for the better...-- he adds caressing her cheek-- sometimes its like I dont deserve you

--Hey now-- she said Gently, her hand tracing his scar-- you do deserve me

--Jerico, im a monster...ive done horrible things..youre..youre such a good person.. sometimes I dont know how I even got with you

--Because you treat me well, and you love me and you take care of me, Russel, and youre so sweet and caring..-- jerico explained leaning in-- I love you. And you deserve me.

He kisses her, in an attempt to ground himself.

--I love you-- adler whispers-- I love you so much-- he whispers over and over again between kisses.

--I love you too

Russel sets jerico ontop of him, hugging her waist and burying his face in her hair.

--Marry me-- he says Gently and absentmindedly.

--Yes-- jeri mutters-- ill Marry you,russ

Hes taken back, did he says that out loud?

After his divorce, which was years ago, he still felt the aftermath.

But she just said yes.

The light of his life said yes.

He smiles and grabs something from the nightstand-- let me put the ring, honey

She sits on his chest, and he Gently takes her hands, they feel soft by comparison, he slips the ring on her finger carefully, elegantly.

Adler enjoys the blush on her cheeks, and he takes her hand and kisses her knuckles-- I love you

She brought his hand closer to her and kissed his knuckles as well-- I love you too

Jerico holds her now husband's hand between hers, squeezing it Gently-- and your ring?

-- way ahead of you, princess

Reaching out to his jacket hanging on the beds backrest, he pulls out a thick gold wedding ring from his pocket and holds it so she can see, rolling it between his pointer finger and thumb.

--Lemme-- she says, grabbing the ring and then slippin it on the finger of the hand shes holding.

Jerico always treated adler with gentleness, even now it still felt foreign sometimes. She always was gentle with him, a broken Man, that has seen and done horrors.

And it always brought him closer to breaking in her arms.

Incredibly flustered he looks away and holds her hands-- this is why I wanna marry you

She smiles and kisses his forehead, and in return, he gently kisses along her jaw and neck, arms going around her waist and holding her close.

--Sweet dreams, hubby-- she mutters.

--Sweet dreams, my beautiful wife-- he whispers with an audible smile.

It makes jeri fall asleep with a happy expression.

Adler closes his eyes, and follows his wife to a peacefull slumber.

Russel Adler was a broken Man, but at the end of the day, he was loved, for who he was, and he would always find gentleness, love and care in Jerico, the light of his life.

[qtubbo]

i wonder how much of tubbo's skewed ideas about death come from fred and how much is from purgatory. i think fred and the funeral is meant to be the main factor, but tubbo has also made it clear that he has not forgotten purgatory. at the beginning he was stuck in an endless loop of dying, then he became the killer, and then the final battle was centered around who died first. in the past month death has been one of the most significant parts of his life.

You get so used to death it hardly seems real anymore.

[drumlincountry]

I read this line in a Reddit thread yesterday (~6 hours into a 14 hour stint of travel) and I screenshotted it because like. surely. Surely I was misreading this. Misunderstanding. Who would content warn for suicide in this way? I'll reread tomorrow with my brain functioning. It will make sense then. But no I reread it today and that is still what is happening!! There are so many people in the world.

[oflostinfound]

"Hax...you okay?..." They reach a hand out tentatively towards them.

|| 💛 ||: ❝ Go- Away! ❞ || 💛 ||: ❝ Get lost! ❞

Hax curls up tighter on themself as the two distinct voices echo out. Fingers curled in their hair, arms pressing tightly to the sides of their face. Trying to hold themself together- literally and metaphorically. They could feel the seam down the center of their face, feel themself slipping. They were terrified- but that fear only fed into what was emerging from inside them.

Hieron can read minds, they already know how much of an awful person you are. They're just being nice- If they touch you they'll know just how much of an awful person you really are.

|| 💛 ||: ❝ I SAID GET LOST-! ❞ || 💛 ||: ❝ please leave- ❞

[warsinmyhead]

[Musing] A Little Dirty How Things Started

TW: 18+ College parties, drinking, insults about other people, homophobia, run-ins with people, people using other people to get back at exes, college life, mention of someone showering, blowjobs, language, mention of cheating, mention of an X-acto knife, mention of absent parents, breakups

Notes: This is set before Jimin joined Kingsman and both guys are in undergraduate for university. This incident was a one-time instance for the pair – Hiro does not harbor romantic or lustful feelings for his elder today. Additionally, Jimin does not have any romantic feelings for Hiro. (This incident does make him wonder if he really only likes girls as he originally thought.) For more information on the NPC characters mentioned, please click on their names for the background: Namseon | Tal | Yena

[ OOC: Here it is folks! The backstory that started the blog and fleshed out Hiro and Jimin beyond being just characters living in a drabble. ]

"Watch out for that one. Heard he's a real fuckboy."

Jimin paused from grabbing a water from the fridge and he jerked his head in the direction of the party host, Namseon, who was pointing out a young man locked in a heated kiss with a girl.

The girl had cupped the boy's face in both hands and they hadn't broken apart yet for air. Jimin thought he recognized the girl from one of his first year classes, but the guy she was kissing didn't look familiar to him.

He closed the fridge door and raised a brow in Namseon's direction. That earned him an eye roll and the host motioned for Jimin to come closer, so he didn't have to shout over the music and noise.

"Pretty sure he's a transfer student and I know for a fact that he's not her boyfriend," Namseon shared. "Also heard this kid's been seen at other parties making out with other girls."

Since when did you become the self-appointed kissing police? Jimin almost shot back, but thought better of it. Namseon was no friend of his, but the guy had hefty ties as a chaebol to an old money family who got into this school as a legacy student. Jimin met him in Intro to Architecture and was roped into helping Namseon study and pass any partner-related assignments. For some reason, this seemed to make the chaebol think that Jimin was his friend and often the help sessions were repaid in the form of inviting Jimin to the parties his fraternity threw regularly. Tonight, Jimin planned to show up for a couple of minutes, then leave to focus on his studies. He's learned his lesson that even though the chaebol is rich, as are many of the fraternity members, they're complete cheapskates when it comes to drinks and food.

Another boy from the fraternity passed Namseon and Jimin, and leaned closer to share that the girl they were watching was single as of tonight.

"She caught her boyfriend hooking up with the girl from the Rowing team," the boy explained. He nodded at Jimin before excusing himself to mingle with the other attendees.

"Okay I stand corrected then," Namseon shrugged. "But yeah, I'd avoid this kid Ji. He's probably hooking up with most of the campus at this rate. Hell, I thought someone said he made out with a guy!"

While the pair were talking, the boy in question had pulled away from the girl and excused himself, making his way to the kitchen.

Namseon noticed this and he patted Jimin on the shoulder, before making some excuse up about finding one of his frat brothers and leaving Jimin alone in the kitchen.

Jimin checked his phone and decided it would be a good time to split any way. It was early enough where he could get some work done on his thesis proposal and outline, as well as start studying for a midterm on Thursday.

"Where did you get the water from, hyung?"

Jimin looked up from his phone and saw it was the young man Namseon was complaining about. His face was slightly flushed and Jimin noticed there were smears of lipstick all over his mouth. On instinct, he gestured to the areas where the remnants were and the other boy quickly darted past him to find a paper towel or napkin to wipe it off.

"Shit, thanks! I didn't know she had so much lipstick on!" the young man said as he used a clean napkin to remove the cherry red marks.

"Don't worry about it," Jimin replied with a shrug. "Water should be in the fridge. If you're looking for the beer, it's in the coolers but its the crappy cheap stuff." He put his phone away in his pocket and was about to exit the kitchen to head back to his dorm. He heard the fridge door open and he heard the young man sigh and mutter that the waters were all gone.

Feeling generous, Jimin turned and threw the bottle he was holding in his hands. "It's not open."

The young man fumbled with the bottle and bowed his head as Jimin left.

############

"Thanks for the suggestions for Jeju," Tal said as he ran into Jimin after class. "Tonight I have one more midterm, then I'll be flying out tomorrow morning."

Jimin waved it away like it was nothing and he asked his roommate again if he needed a ride to the airport.

Tal shook his head and explained that the rest of the group planned to call a rideshare and split the cost between them. "Wish you could come – you said it's been ages since you've gone?"

"My class went there on a field trip when I was little," Jimin recalled. "I kind of remember picking mandarins, but yeah it was a long time ago. Don't worry about it, with how my schedule worked out, I would have had to fly out at the end of the week and miss a lot of the activities you guys planned. Plus, I'm trying to help my aunt and uncle save a bit of money."

Tal nodded and checked his watch for the time, noting that he had enough time to eat an early dinner, cram a bit more studying in, then he'd have the midterm. "Is it dorky for roommates to do dinner together outside of the cafeteria? I ran out of credits, but I promise we'll do something cheap."

Jimin laughed and disagreed as he pulled up his phone to search for nearby places to grab food that was good, but not too expensive. He scrolled through and asked Tal what he was in the mood for.

"Bibim guksu sound good? It's always believed that eating something spicy before a stressful event helps take away the stress," Jimin proposed.

"As long as we're not talking 'melt your face off spicy', then yeah sounds good to me," Tal responded.

"This place is a block and half away – they give student discounts too," Jimin shared. He pointed in the direction of the restaurant and felt someone loop their arm around his shoulders.

"There you are! I am freaking out about Prof's midterm and you're the guy I need to talk to!" Namseon declared. "Sorry about ditching you a couple of nights ago – needed to make sure Haejoon was back with more stuff for the party. Did you the fuckboy make a move on you?"

Jimin blinked and he remarked that he couldn't help Namseon right now. "Tal and I were grabbing dinner – you remember my roommate, right?"

Namseon glanced over at Tal and raised a hand in greeting. "Hey and the fuckboy comment wasn't about you, it was this kid I saw making out with Yuna? Yiren? I forgot her name, but she was with the Young Liberals Club president when she came to the party."

"For the record, the guy went looking for a bottle of water when I saw him," Jimin added as he moved Namseon's arm off of his shoulders. "I didn't stay long because I have midterms and my thesis draft."

Tal glanced over at Jimin's phone and pointed in the direction of the restaurant. "Hey Ji, I'll get dinner and maybe we can do roommate dinner after spring break. I really should cram more, 'cause my exam's in 3 hours." He raised a hand casually to bid Namseon goodbye and walked off in the direction of the restaurant.

############

"That's not Gothic, that's Romanesque," Jimin sighed, trying to be patient with Namseon. Thanks to the chaebol, Tal left to have dinner without him and Namseon took that to mean Jimin was free to help him cram for the midterm tomorrow. FML...

"Boys, we will be closing soon," a librarian assistant informed the pair as she approached their table.

Namseon groaned and Jimin checked his phone for the time. He saw there were missed texts from Tal, and he made a note to respond and apologize for what happened earlier. His roommate was an exchange student from Southern California and his Korean was slightly better than elementary, but not perfect. Still, he had shown a lot of positive interest in multiple elements of the Korean culture beyond the pop culture stuff like K-dramas and K-pop. While roommates of exchange students weren't required to be buddy-buddy with them, Jimin and Tal clicked and the native student couldn't help but want to show Tal the good places during his year in Korea.

"Looks like I'll be ordering delivery," Jimin muttered when he saw it was past the time the cafeteria would be open.

"Ah good idea Ji," Namseon remarked. "Maybe I'll do that too – chimaek?"

"I was thinking cold noodles, but maybe I'll just get kimbap at the convenience store," Jimin concluded. He didn't want to deal with delivery fees at this hour since a lot of students probably had the same idea of ordering food while cramming for exams.

Namseon made a face about kimbap and murmured that he'd pass on joining Jimin at the convenience store. "I had kimbap for lunch today and the stuff I got at the grocery store was bland. Well, thanks for the help Ji. I think I feel a little better about this exam tomorrow."

Jimin nodded as he packed up his books and notes in his bag, while Namseon headed for the doors to the library.

"Oho! Namseon-hyung right?"

Jimin lifted his head slightly when he heard the voice and he bit back a laugh when he saw it was the guy from the party dashing up to Namseon, to the other's dismay.

"Yeah what do you want?"

"Thank you for the awesome party a few nights ago!" the young man blurted out. He bowed respectfully and added that the music was great and the house was really cool.

With the chaebol distracted, Jimin decided to use a side entrance to exit quietly. He scrolled through his messages and read Tal's.

Tal

Sorry Ji – didn't mean to ditch you but I did really need to stick to my plan. Plus the restaurant was slightly behind in orders so I didn't have much time to cram. Sent 15:49 PM

Don't buy anything at the 7-11 – I grabbed bibim guksu to go for you. Don't Venmo me – it's the least I can do for you being an awesome roomie. Sent 15:53 PM

Thank whatever being up there for Tal...

############

Jimin rolled his wrist a few times before picking up his pen to continue adding more to his essay during the essay portion of the exam. He scribbled a few descriptive sentences that indicated the image shown on the screen was a prime example of Gothic architecture in Europe. He flipped back to the multiple choice pages of the exam and skimmed his answers one last time before concluding he was confident in his responses. He closed the exam and his essay reply book and rose from his seat to turn in everything.

Namseon was crossing something out in his essay a bit furiously and Jimin wondered if it had to do with not knowing the exam content, or because he ran into the guy from the party last night at the library.

According to Tal, when he got back last night, the guy's name was Hiro and he was a transfer student from Japan. Jimin had described the incident at Namseon's stupid party between bites of noodles and Tal realized that the guy's description matched Hiro.

"We're in Korean History together," Tal shared. "Even though he's from Japan, he said he's actually Korean, but his dad married a Japanese lady, hence his name. What's Namseon's issue with the guy anyway?"

"Apparently he's the self-appointed hookup police and hates anyone who comes in and makes out with people at parties," Jimin deadpanned after wiping his mouth with his napkin. "For the record, I don't care about this guy or what he does. Also, Namseon's not my friend."

"Was gonna say," Tal trailed off. "Yeah Hiro's nice, maybe a little overly formal with the bowing to thank everyone, but he implied that his stepmom was making her kids be all formal and shit. I don't know him super well, but yeah he's not a bad guy. Maybe Namseon's just confused because of a potential language barrier. He sometimes talks slower to me like I'm stupid."

Jimin yawned and stretched his arms out as he walked back to his dorm, planning to change into his gym clothes and workout for a bit. Tal was gone all next week, which meant he had the room all to himself. He could go home and visit his aunt and uncle, but right now he wanted to take his mind off of everything and focus on doing some lifting and running.

############

He was surprised someone was at the door when he returned from his workout.

"Oh hyung, this is your room?" Hiro asked as Jimin approached him. "I was trying to return an X-acto knife to Tal – he was nice to loan me his for a project while I was waiting for the one I ordered to ship."

Jimin flashed the young man a polite smile and nodded as he produced his keys to unlock the door. He removed his sneakers at the door and placed them on the rack by the door. With a free hand, he held the door open for Hiro and said he was welcome to come in.

"Sorry, Tal's already on spring break," Jimin apologized. "You can leave the X-acto on his desk and I'll let him know you stopped by." He pointed to the desk in question and closed the door behind Hiro. He fished out his phone and quickly shot a text to Tal to let him know that Hiro stopped by to give him his knife back.

Hiro placed the case with the knife on Tal's desk and shoved his hands into his pockets. "So you're his roommate?"

"Yes, I'm Ahn Jimin, Engineering and Computer Science," Jimin responded as he extended his hands. "He said yours is Hiro, right?"

Hiro accepted Jimin's hands in his and shook them. "Yes, Park Hiro – I'm studying Graphic Design." He dropped his hands and paused when his phone buzzed in his hoodie pocket. He removed it and winced as he looked at the screen.

"I'm sorry hyung, I need to run, but it was nice meeting you!" Hiro said as he made a beeline for the door.

############

Not many students chose stay behind on campus during spring break. Jimin didn't have any plans, save for getting ahead on his thesis and trying to get back into a routine with sleep, eating, and exercise. Exam periods really fucked with his schedule; he wasn't a gym rat, but it was nice to get away from classes and his laptop screen to focus on lifting weights or running mindlessly on the treadmill. Namseon was thankfully away on vacation, which meant Jimin could have a rare week plus some days without the chaebol breathing down his neck.

It was Saturday morning when Jimin was returning from the gym when he heard someone calling his name from behind. He whipped his head over his shoulder and saw it was Hiro jogging over to him.

"I'm sorry for dashing off earlier! It was my sister calling," Hiro explained once he caught up. "Oh are you headed to work out – I won't keep you!"

"No I'm done, I'm going back to shower and think about breakfast," Jimin replied. "Don't apologize – take the calls when you can. I don't talk a lot to my sister because it's too expensive and reception sometimes isn't great."

Hiro tilted his head and Jimin explained that he too had a sister. "She's in Africa helping kids. It's something she's wanted to do since we were in school. What about your sister? Does she work or go to school?"

"She works for our stepmother," Hiro shared. "I think she wants my sister to take over the business someday. She's a CEO of a luxury and professionals transportation options like private cars and limo buses." He paused and remembered Jimin mentioned breakfast. "Is it okay if I join you? I haven't had breakfast yet either."

Jimin nodded and explained he was going to head back to his place and shower first.

"Is it okay if I hang out and wait for you? I'm sorry if that's rude, but my roommate's a slob and he has a girl over now," Hiro rambled.

"He didn't give you notice?"

"No he's pretty hung over from last night. He does this all the time," Hiro groaned.

The pair walked back to Jimin's dorm and Jimin unlocked the door. Sneakers were left at the door and he gestured to the reclining chairs in front of the TV for Hiro to sit and wait for him.

Hiro sank down in one of the chairs and looked around the dorm room curiously. It was cleaner than his place and he liked that Tal decorated his side with artworks of schematics for various items like cameras and cars, while Jimin's included some pictures of family and friends.

"I never did thank you, Jimin-hyung, for being so nice to me at the party," Hiro called out.

Jimin stuck his head out from the bathroom and shot him a confused look.

"The water and the warning about the beer quality," Hiro clarified. "Also you've been so nice to me when we've run into each other, even though I'm probably bothering you. I think Namseon-hyung looked unhappy the other night when I stopped him to say thanks."

"Eh he was making me review some information last minute, but he was probably going to fail the exam anyways. You didn't hear that from me," Jimin replied.

Hiro blinked in surprise and slowly stood up from his seat. "I thought he was your friend?"

"No, he only talks to me because I know the material," Jimin explained through the closed door. "He's taking the class as the Art requirement and thought it was easier than Intro to Pottery or Intro to Photography. Most of the time he's complaining about his small problems and wants my help with the assignments or understanding the content. The only reason I was invited to the party was because he thinks it's a good thank you for saving his ass all the time in class."

Hiro fell silent as he processed this bit of information. It did make some sense, seeing as he didn't think Namseon had much in common with the Engineering/Computer Science double major. He walked closer to the bathroom door and paused a few feet from the entrance. He heard Jimin turn the water off and he twiddled with his fingers.

"What did you want to eat? I hope I don't sound like a cheapskate, but please don't suggest something Michelin starred that is pricey," Jimin called out. "I don't have the clothes for that kind of place and I'm trying to save money for my aunt and uncle."

"Hyung, are they okay? Your parents can't help them?" Hiro asked, looking a bit worried.

"My dad abandoned me and my sister at my aunt and uncle's house," Jimin sighed. "Mom died giving birth to me. We're not poor, but I'd say we're middle or working middle class. I'm trying to be considerate and not spend a lot of money when they're helping with some of the costs for college." He stuck his head out and shot Hiro a sheepish look. "I'm sorry, can I ask you to grab me some underwear from the top drawer? I forgot to grab a clean pair before I came in here."

Hiro nodded and quickly made his way over to the dresser. He used one hand to steady the top of the dresser and the other to open the drawer. His eyes scanned the rows of undershirts, socks, and landed on the underwear piles neatly stacked inside the drawer. He retrieved a black pair from the pile and blinked when he noticed the size on them.

"Hyung, these don't look like the right size, if you don't mind me saying," Hiro murmured as he handed over the underwear.

Jimin made a face and shook his head. "Contrary to not being a tall or big guy, I need to go up a size. I think you can figure out the rest." Before he could close the door, Hiro placed a hand on it and tilted his head.

"You're joking, right hyung?"

Jimin shot him a deadpan look and sighed. "I wish I was joking, but I've had this problem since puberty. I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about it. It's kind of embarrassing."

Hiro flashed him a thumbs up and murmured that he'd let the elder get changed.

############

Days later, Jimin heard someone knocking at the door and he frowned as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He threw back the covers and walked over to the door to see who it was.

"Good *yawn* morning Hiro," Jimin murmured. He used a hand to cover his yawn and he frowned slightly. "It's a bit early – something wrong?"

Hiro swallowed hard and rubbed the back of his neck. How did he want to go about this? Sure he wanted to thank the elder for being decent and not actually assuming he was something he wasn't, but there was something about Jimin with the eyes and surprising facts that made him curious.

"I wanted to tell you that Yena-noona kissed me at the party, not the other way around," Hiro said as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "I heard people talking, but I wanted to let you know that I didn't want the kiss. She was trying to find someone hot to kiss to make her boyfriend jealous and I happened to be walking by."

Jimin paused and rolled his eyes. "I really don't give a fuck who you or Yena kisses. It's your choice, right? Although, I'm sorry she did that to you. Did you tell her that you didn't feel the same?"

"I need to to do that," Hiro mumbled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I kind of thought you'd be up or back from the gym. I mean, I noticed you're trying to do the gym in the morning before breakfast. I swear I'm not stalking you or anything, but I think it's cool that you're so dedicated hyung."

The elder covered his mouth to stifle another yawn and he murmured it was no big deal. "I should get up now and not sleep the day away. You still having problems with your roommate again? If he's being inconsiderate, try telling the Housing office. They might be able to find you someone else to room with."

Hiro waved his hand to the side slightly and Jimin stepped to the side to let the young man in.

"I wanted to ask you if it's bad that I want to report my roommate to Housing for typecasting me," Hiro said once the door was closed behind him. "I'm pretty sure he requested a Japanese roommate because he asks me about Pokemon, sake, and samurai culture. It's really annoying because, well, I'm not really Japanese. I am Korean – my mom was Korean and my stepmother's Japanese. Like you, my mom died giving birth to me. My dad remarried and we had to move to Japan because that's where my stepmother works."

"You could share your concerns," Jimin mused. "Technically he's not allowed to ask for a specific roommate or type of roommate in terms of cultural background, but it sounds like his scope of Japan is very narrow. If I'm being honest, I was a little nervous to get someone who was only here to stalk K-drama actors, but Tal's sound and he seems interested in all of the aspects of the culture. He stretched his arms up, exposing the lower section of his abdomen and Hiro blinked when he saw the muscles.

The younger male looked around the dorm room and swallowed the lump in his throat. "Also...I'm sorry if this is very forward and maybe a bit rude, but I kind of wanna blow you hyung. I don't know how to explain it, but um, you're kind of a mystery to me and I find myself wanting to know more." He felt his face getting red and he rambled that their dialogue the last time got him thinking. "You probably have some great girlfriend already and I don't wanna make you feel weird, but –"

"Wait, either I'm really tired and not fully awake, or you just said you wanna...blow me?" Jimin asked with a confused look. "I don't know how I feel honestly. I mean, I did date a girl, but we broke it off before I started college. She was kind of snappish and I think it ended due to a big misunderstanding."

It was Hiro's turn to look confused and he added that his hyung seemed to have his life together for the most part. "Wait, was she also Korean?"

"Actually I don't know," Jimin sighed. "She had family in the armed forces and they moved all the time. My aunt became friends with her and I think we agreed to date to make my aunt happy. But towards the end of the relationship, she got it in her head that she thought I wanted a blowjob and that's not what I wanted. Long story short, she almost choked on the monster and I don't wanna traumatize anyone again. Actually, I've been single since the break-up and I'm not sure how I feel about dating anyone anymore."

Hiro snickered and he zeroed in on Jimin's shorts. "You call it the monster?"

############

Maybe this is some bizarre, alternate universe dream he's having. Jimin's not against same-sex couples but he's never really looked at guys in that way. He's not against girls, but maybe he'll chalk the nightmare with the last girlfriend to the main reason why he's been so adverse to letting someone get close to him.

But for some reason, he's agreed to let Hiro take a look at the monster for himself. Maybe the sight will make the young man take him seriously and see that 7.5" is nothing to joke about.

Hiro sank to his knees once Jimin freed his dick from his shorts and boxers. Oho, hyung wasn't kidding – it was huge.

"You weren't kidding hyung," Hiro murmured in a hushed tone. "So how bad was your ex's blowjob?"

"She choked trying to fit me beyond the tip," Jimin muttered a bit sleepily. "Also her teeth came close to scraping up the sides and she had – yah!"

His sleepy eyes opened as he felt something rough brush against the slit and he reluctantly looked down to see Hiro leaning forward, tongue flicking at the slit. He used a hand to stop Hiro and he looked the younger male in the eyes.

"I didn't pull my pants down for you to try to hurt yourself," Jimin uttered. "I thought you wanted to see so you could stop thinking I'm weird for buying a bigger pair of underwear."

"She didn't cover her teeth – that's the problem you had," Hiro replied with a thoughtful look. "Also I don't think she started slow – it's not always the best idea to go in all at once." He met the elder's eyes and pouted slightly. "C'mon hyung. You've had a long, stressful week of midterms – let me help you. You were so nice to me, so why not let me pay you back a little?"

"Normal people buy others a meal, versus blowing someone they've known for a little over a week in their dorm room," Jimin sighed. "Look, I'm flattered, but maybe you should ask someone else."

"Can we make a deal?"

"What?"

"You go in with an open mind and if you don't like it or I'm struggling, we stop," Hiro offered. "If you want, you can pretend I'm some girl you really like or wanted to date."

"I wouldn't go that far – no girl wants to deal with this. Correction, no person wants to deal with this," Jimin responded with a shake of his head. "Forget blowjobs, I'm afraid I'll rip someone apart!"

"You didn't answer my deal," Hiro reminded him.

"I'm hesitantly saying yes, but I really don't think this is a good idea dongsaeng," Jimin said. "If you end up in the hospital, there's no way I can afford a lawyer to defend myself against your family."

"Tsk, I'm not going to sue you," Hiro snorted as he leaned forward again and resumed licking the tip. He paused as he used one hand to gently guide Jimin's dick closer to his lips. "By the way, I'm one person who wants to deal with this. Maybe someone else out there will too."

He wet his lips and took the tip slowly into his mouth, gradually a little more until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. Anything else he couldn't cover with his mouth he used his hands to massage and rub.

The older boy felt his eyes fluttering shut as his dick was slowly swallowed inside the younger male's mouth. No canines or teeth like his ex, just something warm and wet around his dick. Was this what it was supposed to feel like? His mind struggled to process the situation – here he was, in his university dorm room with a guy he met a little over a week ago, someone he had zero romantic interest in (and vice versa), and he was allowing this guy to blow him. If his ex had known what to do, would he have enjoyed it back then? Right now, he was lost.

In a mix of curse words in English and Korean, the thought hit Jimin at last: What did he want? Why did this feel good but yet so...

[superheroes-diary]

I need to get worse

I need to get so much worse that people start to worry about me

I am going mental and just read my bf's texts with a girl he had a thing with before we started dating and she told him she stopped eating and he felt so sorry and comforted her

Meanwhile when I'm in a mental breakdown and self harming in the room next to his and cry on my bed right next to him he doesn't even look my way

I need to get so bad people start worrying about me please let me have this at least fucking once in my life

I need to feel valid I need to feel like somebody cares about me even if I don't

I've been picking myself up from absolute shit my whole life and I'm tired

I need somebody to care.....

[lexivass]

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[baphofemme]

threw my razors out

[smol-sirens-garden]

I am definitely not doing so hot today. Every time I think I am cheering up or feeling better something else happens and maybe I am reading too much into some little things but that's just my mental state right now.

For context because last night all I said was bad news. I found out a friend from high school passed away. I am dealing with both grief and guilt from it because I hadn't talked to her in 10 years. I knew she was sick ad dying and I still didn't reach out so she probably died without understanding why I cut contact and it was nothing against her because she was the sweetest person. I just had a trauma response as a result of her brother.

More context: I was at a sleepover for her birthday and we were going to go to the mall the next day and had ride tickets there. SO we are looking at dinner and something small said set her brother off and he physically attacked her. It was so sudden and with me right there I got scared and didn't know what would happen next but despite my uncomfort for some reason going to my house instead was not an option. SO the rest of the night I was anxious and didn't really sleep. I was anxious the next day too and we ended up forgetting the ride tickets and just exploring. I found myself distancing and having panic attacks if we drove past her neighborhood. I probably shouldn't have had a strong reaction like that or taken it out on her but I was so timid.

In the end I blocked eventually and didn't reach out despite her wanting to because someone did reach out on her behalf to me once and I ignored that too and looking back I feel so bad because she didn't deserve it. I am really struggling with this death more than I thought I would.

It also doesn't help that I just went to another celebration of life for someone who kinda helped raise me so to speak (He was basically a family friend from the legion I knew my entire life) and am questioning the hell out of my relationship lately.

I just have not been happy.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

New Moon, trying on a dress: Hey, Dads?

Halo: Yes, child?

Horizon: Yes, Moon?

New Moon: Do I look stupid? I feel pretty but am I dumb? Is something wrong with me for liking dresses and feminine stuff?

Halo: There is nothing wrong with you.

Horizon: Is this about that woman calling you a slur earlier?

New Moon: Yeah…

Horizon: She’s not worth the space in your thoughts. If you are indeed discovering about yourself that you do not identify as male, there is still nothing wrong with you.

New Moon: And if I want to be a girl?

Halo: You are still loved and accepted, nothing is wrong with you. She is factually incorrect. You are a perfect person. You are smart, kind, pretty, and much more important that she will ever be.

[steadypet101]

CW/TW: Loss of family member mention, c**cer mention, de*th mentioned, self doubt, and long post

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"The Drake's Mother's Day memorial"

The family of three take a time of remembering of their wife and mother, Nancy Drake. Before her death, she was a fun-loving, free-spirited, and kind person who wanted to change the world with kindness. It has been three years since she died from cancer. But her family can't let her legacy and spirit die, for they know that she is always with them no matter what.

History:

Nancy Williams was born in New York City. She first met her husband Ned when they were in college. Soon, they got married and had two daughters together. She was once a most promising employee at the TCRI and a loyal partner to Cynthia Utrom. They work together and they work on science together. While Nancy wanted to work with science for good, she had no idea that her boss wanted to work on science to create mutant armies and for evil.

One day, Utrom overheard Nancy that she was planning to have another baby. A second sibling for her first child, Susie, to bond with. Utrom, who has a top secret experimental fertilized egg she has been working on and wanted to test on it on a human being, reaches out to her trusted employee and informs her that she is willing to help her to go out with another healthy pregnancy by being part of the IVF program. She lied to Nancy by saying that many women came up to her and asked for her help when they couldn't conceive babies of their own. Nancy believes her, and she and her husband have agreed to let Utrom do her work. The process was a success. Nine months later, they have a second daughter, Tiffy. No one in the family knew she had telekinetic and mental abilities until she was at least 6 years old. It was from that moment on that they believed that she was blessed with a gift, not knowing she was a weapon for Utrom and a pawn for her own army.

11 years later, after the death of former employer Baxter Stockman, Nancy overlooked and overheard what Utrom's plans about mutating animals and re-engineering their genetics to create an army of mutants and Tiffy was her main goal to create mutant children as weaponry. Nancy confronts her boss about this, telling her that this was not their work. Utrom then threatened her not to speak any of this to anyone, not even her detective husband. Angry, Nancy wants no part to any of this and out of the work. Before she left the building, she took all the file evidence and took lots of photos to show proof to the news media and to the police of what Utrom was doing. Utrom, who already saw Nancy from the surveillance cameras, did the most despicable thing; she shot her now, formerly trusted employer with a small dart on the back of her head with a chemical that has enough radiation to give her a brain tumor. Feeling dizzy, Nancy passes out and collapses, and Utrom calls the ambulance to rush her to the hospital, claiming that she had passed out for no reason while destroying all evidence that traces back to her. Waking up from the hospital, Nancy had no memory of what she saw and heard from her former boss and what she was planning to do with the mutant army, but all she knew was that she needed to protect her family from her. She has not returned back to her old job since and wanted to become a stay-at-home mom.

A couple of months later, after Tiffy's 12th birthday, Nancy suddenly got sick and became ill, and the family was all worried about her. They went to the hospital to figure out what's going on, and the doctors confirmed that Nancy had an unidentified brain tumor inside of the back of her brain. She has gone through chemo therapies, but she's not showing any signs of getting better, and it concerns her, the rest of her family, and hospital staff. They were all saddened when they were told by the staff that Nancy had a few months to live. The Drake family spend their final moments with her before she stays at the hospital due to her brain tumor quickly spreading and feeling more weak and sick. Before she passes away, she told her husband, two daughters, and the rest of their family members that she loves them all very much and everything will be okay as they knew when she passes on, she's no longer suffering and will be with God as they're a Christian family. She died in her deathbed a few days later. The funeral was made for her a week later, and the Drake family became even closer than ever. Even though they have no idea what kind of brain tumor that killed Nancy, all they know is that she's at peace.

Tiffy has more guilt than anyone could have known. She believes that it was all her fault that her mother had cancer and died. She knew she was special, but she thought that was the reason her mother was gone. She blamed herself for being born for three years, and her family helped and reminded her that it wasn't her fault. But later, she realized that none of this was her fault for she would soon discover that she was born her extraordinary powers for a reason. She will help with the Ninja Turtles, April, her sister, and her two friends to stop Utrom from her evil plans and to make sure no animal or humans will be weaponized. She will avenged her beloved mother.

To celebrate Mother's Day without Nancy, Ned has a Virgil and prayers for his late wife with his two daughters by his side. They would make Mother's Day poems and letter for her and remind her how much she means the world to them. The three have missed her dearly every day. Ned would cook himself and the girls a special family dinner to celebrate her life and for Mother's Day, knowing that Nancy will always be there with them.

Sorry if none of this story makes any sense. I hope y'all like this.

[how-gross]

July 25, 2023 — 7:01pm

Rlly wanna tell my therapist how for the past year and maybe the years before that, I have not felt actually happy even when doing exciting, fun stuff with my friends and family. Like I feel like I don’t feel actually alive, not at all, instead I feel as though I’m just going through the motions, not genuinely expediting anything with hope or joy but just the feeling that I have to.

Like, during those times, such as my trip to Puerto Rico, or my trip last year to Schlitterbahn Water Park, the little hangouts I would go to with my friends or when I hang out with my friends— It actually feels like I don’t feel anything, and it feels like I’m faking my happiness.

And it’s not just that but I feel as though nobody will ever truly and genuinely try to help me, it just feels as though they would only help me to benefit themselves and they don’t actually care about me. It’s hard for me to believe anyone actually cares about me. It feels like can’t trust anyone to truly be there for me, I can’t believe anyone when they say they’re there for me and they truly care for me without believing they have ulterior motives. I can’t cry to my mom about these things because she’ll think I’m different from her perfect little girl and she’ll think I have to go to a mental hospital (at this point who knows) and the most she’ll do to help is claim I need to pray to God and ask him to take it away, and my dad won’t do shit because he’s a deadbeat asshat who complains when I ask him to help with school (even though he barely does anything; which is why I don’t ask him for stuff).

But don’t know how to explain that to her without her thinking I’m faking or thinking it’s extreme enough to send me to a mental hospital— idk man I’m scared.

[d-e-w-p]

Please read the tags

I'm so fucking tired. 8 am trying my best at it isn't enough. I feel like a shed carapace. I don't even know if I'm seen as a living being at this point. I may as well be dead. I'm not wanted around unless I'm on an Upper. Unless I'm happy and bouncy and "lovely lively".

The minute. The second I show a hint of Bad Vibe Time. Suddenly its all silence and locked doors and I just. Am 8 asking too much here? Is it too much to ask for a shoulder to lean on, an open ear? Or am I a trap? Am 8 just an inconvenient evil to be put upon and burdened with?

I do not wish for people to become therapists, to carry me as deadweight freight. I do not wish to force myself a friend upon those who do not wish it. I do not wish ill nor disturbs upon anyone.

It iis the silence and turned heads and lack of proof I exist in the eyes of The Many that does it. It is a proof of sorts. A badge a marker a signal that I am Not Worth. That I am for all intents and purposes Dead and should be treated as such.

It is the belief of many that people deserve to feel loved and cared for. Deserve happiness. Yet. Yet then there must be a fundamental flaw about me that makes this statement Untrue. For the unseeing eyes and ears and mouhts. The flaw must be deep enough to cast Doubt on this belief.

Elstwise I Am Not People.

Perhaps that is it.

8 am not people. I am Simply Other. And I shall never belong, try as 8 tiredly might.

I am tired. I wish to Stop Now.

[oflostinfound]

For Hax Sadderday!

Do you really think you'll make a good parent? I doubt you can count being around Eath as experience in that regard.

No, you're going to crash and burn and if the child survives, they're going to come out more fucked up than you.

It had been something that'd been eating away at them for awhile. Thoughts like those. Their own parents were... they said it was tough love but deep down they knew better, knew how it fucked them up later down the lines. How they'd still have nightmares, moments of panic when someone they loved raised their voice or a hand at them.

The strangers words hit deep to their core and their normally proud and confident persona seems to shatter.

|| 💛 ||: ❝ I- I can try to... I could try to be a good parent, I would try to but- ❞

Their hands are shaking and their posture shifts. More defensive, scared, panicked.

Why did they think they could do this? Be a parent- a good parent. They were already so messed up, so damaged, of course they would fail. Of course they would do nothing but hurt this child, and innocent life they foolishly thought they could take care of.

Tears well in their eyes, and their heart pounds in their chest as they try to breathe,

|| 💛 ||: ❝ I can't-- I can't do this. I can't do this I- ❞

Their stomach turns, and a hand slaps over their mouth before they find the nearest trashcan and empty the contents of their stomach.

[pin-k-ink]

breaking point // hinata shoyo

tw ⇢ possessive!hinata, groping, obsessive behavior, semi-public fingering, cunnilingus, mating press, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentioned masturbation, rough sex, squirting, fingering

wc ⇢ 4.4k

a/n: not proofread

"And here we have the star of today's match, Hinata Shoyo!"

Your bright voice immediately commanded Hinata's attention, shattering his previous conversation into irrelevance. As his eyes landed on you, he felt the breath still in his lungs.

'Good god, she's beautiful.'

The thought blossomed before he could stop it. You looked so perfectly poised and professional with your microphone raised, camera ready. But all Hinata could focus on was the elegant line of your jaw, the flushed hue across your cheeks, and the way your lips seemed to glisten invitingly.

Swallowing hard, he wrestled to regain his composure as you launched into the standard post-game questions about his performance. Hinata responded automatically while his gaze drifted lower, hungrily taking in the tantalizing glimpse of cleavage exposed by your blouse's neckline.

Get it together! He gave himself a mental shake, panic rising at his inability to tear his eyes away from your body. This was just a damn interview - he'd done hundreds, for god's sake! So why was he reacting like a hormonal teenager catching his first glimpse of undressed skin?

Maybe it was the way your skirt caressed the gentle swell of your hips as you shifted...or the soft, floral scent of your perfume that seemed to wrap around his senses in the most maddening way...

Inhaling deeply, Hinata dragged his wandering focus back to your lovely face, only to feel his attention immediately ensnared by your lips. They looked so incredibly soft and inviting as you spoke, he could barely track the meaning of your questions.

Without realizing it, Hinata found himself slowly drifting closer, drawn to you by some inexplicable gravitational pull. By the time your brows knit in confusion at his distracted responses, he was near enough to see the slight iridescent shimmer of your lip gloss...near enough to catch the lightest whisper of your shampoo's fragrance...

Fuck, get a grip! Hinata cursed inwardly, finally registering the wildly inappropriate hunger blazing through him like a fever. This was meant to be a professional interview, not his own personal peepshow!

And yet, he found himself utterly powerless to pull away from your enticing presence. His gaze flicked down to the gentle swell of your chest again as you inhaled, and he swore he could detect the barest hint of cleavage peeking from beneath the fabric.

"Is...everything alright, Hinata-san?" you asked with a small frown, no doubt perplexed by the dark look of unveiled yearning that had overcome his features.

Hinata's tongue instinctively swiped across his suddenly dry lips as his eyes locked on yours once more. Every fiber of his being screamed to close what little distance remained between your bodies and capture those perfect lips with his own. To satiate this maddening, inexplicable thirst you had instantly awakened within him.

But somehow, some small shred of self-restraint stopped the words from spilling out.

"Perfect," he husked instead, the gravelly timbre of his voice dripping with the undisguised want smoldering in his eyes. "Everything is...perfect."

After that first unsettling interview, you found yourself assigned to cover Hinata with increasing frequency. His star power was rapidly rising, and your segments with him always drew impressive views and engagement.

But each time you sat down with him, the charged tension seemed to ratchet higher.

During one post-game interview, Hinata casually rested his hand over yours on the microphone, his calloused fingers stroking your skin as he leaned in close to answer.

"That last set was a real nail-biter," he murmured, his intense gaze never leaving your face. "I love keeping the crowd on the edge of their seats, never knowing what I'll do next..."

You had to fight down a shiver at the double meaning layered beneath his words. Hinata's eyes sparked with mischief, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

Another time, as you wrapped up a courtside interview, Hinata unexpectedly pulled you into a quick hug. The gesture would look friendly and spontaneous to any onlookers...

But as he drew you against his chest, you felt his hand dip low to squeeze your ass, lightning-quick but unmistakable. Your gasp was muffled against his shoulder before he released you with a cheeky grin.

"Thanks for the great interview," he chirped brightly, as if he hadn't just groped you in front of thousands. "Always a pleasure!"

Then there was the interview after his Sports Illustrated cover was announced. Hinata kept you close as you spoke, his arm slung casually across your shoulders in a gesture that skirted the line of professionalism.

"It's such an honor," he said earnestly. "I couldn't have done it without the support of my biggest fans."

At that, his hand drifted down to toy with the ends of your hair, twirling the strands around his fingers in an unmistakably possessive gesture. To any viewers, it would look like an absent fidget.

But the heat in Hinata's gaze as it locked with yours made it clear - he was staking a subtle claim, right there on live television. You had to fight to keep your composure, even as your skin tingled beneath his touch.

As the months passed, Hinata grew bolder and bolder in his flirtations, always toeing the line while maintaining plausible deniability. Lingering touches, weighted words, heated stares that felt almost tangible in their intensity...

It was a dangerous game you were playing, trapped under the watchful eyes of the cameras. And part of you wondered how far Hinata would push before the tension finally snapped.

After a grueling five-set match, you found yourself waiting outside the locker room to snag a final quote from Hinata. The hallway was deserted, the rest of the press having already dispersed to make their deadlines.

You leaned against the wall, reviewing your notes, when the door suddenly swung open. Hinata emerged, his hair damp from the shower and his gym bag slung over one shoulder. He stopped short when he spotted you, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Well, well," he murmured, sauntering closer. "If it isn't my favorite reporter. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You straightened, trying to ignore the way your pulse jumped at his proximity. "Just hoping to get a quick quote about that final spike. It was a pretty spectacular finish."

Hinata hummed, stepping fully into your personal space until your back hit the wall. "Is that so?" he mused, bracing a hand beside your head. "And here I thought maybe you just wanted to get me alone."

Your breath caught at the blatant suggestion, your eyes widening. "I...no, that's not-"

"Not what?" Hinata interrupted, his voice dropping to a low rasp. "Not incredibly tempting? Because I've got to say..."

His free hand came up to toy with the press badge dangling from your neck, his knuckles grazing the sensitive skin above your collar.

"...the thought of getting you all to myself, away from the cameras? It's been driving me crazy for months."

You swallowed hard, your head swimming with his intoxicating nearness. This close, you could see the flecks of gold in his warm brown eyes, could count each individual eyelash framing his heated gaze.

"Hinata-san," you managed weakly, "we can't. I'm supposed to be interviewing you."

His lips quirked up in a wicked grin. "Then interview me," he purred, ducking his head until his mouth hovered a hair's breadth from your own. "Ask me how badly I've wanted to taste your lips. Ask me how many times I've imagined peeling that prim little skirt off you and finding out what you're wearing underneath. Ask me how often I've had to jerk off in the shower, thinking about your mouth on my cock..."

A shaky exhale escaped you, and Hinata's eyes darkened with triumph. He knew he had you cornered, in every sense of the word. His body caged you in, his breath fanning across your parted lips in a maddening caress.

"You have no idea," he rasped, his nose brushing yours in a ghosting almost-touch, "how crazy you make me. How hard it's been to keep my hands to myself every time we're together."

To punctuate his point, his hand released your badge to trail slowly down your arm, calluses catching on your sleek skin and igniting sparks in their wake. Your breathing grew ragged as his fingers skimmed across your hip, circling to the small of your back.

Then he was hauling you flush against him, the hard planes of his body searing into your softer curves. A needy sound caught in your throat at the feel of him, firm and unyielding, against your frame.

"Hinata-san," you gasped, but whatever protest you'd intended died on your lips as he pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes blazing with raw hunger.

"Tell me you want me," he commanded roughly, his voice gravelly with desire. "Tell me I'm not the only one losing my mind with how badly I need you."

You trembled in his hold, your heart hammering against your ribs as his words seemed to brand themselves into your skin. Every nerve ending felt electrified, raw and oversensitized where his body pressed against your own.

But even as your very soul cried out to give in, to surrender to the magnetic pull of him, your rational mind clung to the tattered shreds of reason.

"Hinata, we...we can't," you managed, your voice thin and thready to your own ears. "This is...it's not right."

His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking beneath the taut skin, but he didn't release you. If anything, his grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh possessively.

"Not right?" he echoed, a humorless laugh escaping him. "God, if you only knew how many nights I've laid awake, fantasizing about all the 'not right' things I want to do to you..."

His head dipped, his nose skimming along the column of your throat in a barely-there touch that had you shivering. You swore you could feel the heat of his lips hovering just above your racing pulse.

"I could take you right here," he rasped against your skin, his breath searing you like a brand. "Against this wall, until you're shaking and begging for me. Would you like that?"

A broken whimper escaped your lips, and you felt them curve in a wicked smile. "Yeah, you would," he purred darkly. "I bet you'd fall apart so sweetly on my cock, squeezing me like a vice as you come..."

Your head thumped back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut as his filthy words painted vivid pictures in your mind. It would be so easy to give in, to let him strip you bare and take you apart until you forgot your own name.

But the tattered remnants of your professionalism, already strained to the breaking point, wouldn't allow it.

"I can't," you whispered brokenly, hands fisting in his shirt as if to hold him at bay...or pull him closer, you weren't even sure anymore. "We can't do this, Hinata-san. Not...not like this."

For a long, endless moment, he remained motionless against you. You could practically hear the war raging within him, the primal need to claim you battling against the yoke of propriety.

Then, with a low, frustrated growl, he released you, stepping back just enough to sever the contact between your bodies. The sudden absence of his searing heat left you feeling bereft, unmoored, but you didn't dare reach for him again.

"This isn't over," he bit out, his tone dark with promise as his heated gaze raked over you. "Sooner or later, I'm going to have you. And when I do..."

He leaned in, his lips a hairsbreadth from your ear. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. You'll be mine, completely and utterly. Don't ever doubt that."

With those words searing into your very bones, he grabbed your jaw in a rough grip, capturing your lips in a hard, bruising kiss. His tongue swept into your mouth, claiming, conquering, and you were powerless to stop the whimper of need that fell from your lips.

Then he was gone. Turning on his heel and stalking away, leaving you weak-kneed and trembling in his wake. As you watched his broad shoulders disappear around the corner, one thing crystallized in your mind with startling certainty.

Hinata Shoyo was a man who worked hard to get what he wanted. And god help you, he wanted you.

The studio lights bore down on you as you sat beside Hinata, the camera crew adjusting the final settings before your joint interview. It was a big opportunity, a chance to discuss his recent accomplishments with a major sports network.

But all you could focus on was the heat of Hinata's thigh pressed against your own beneath the news desk.

"Thirty seconds!" the producer called out. You straightened your notes with hands that trembled imperceptibly, hyperaware of Hinata's solid presence mere inches away.

As the crew did their final checks, you felt a feather-light touch against your knee. Your breath hitched, gaze flying to Hinata's face, but he was staring straight ahead with an expression of perfect nonchalance.

Then his hand slid higher, fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You barely suppressed a gasp, your entire body going rigid as he began to trace idle patterns against your flesh.

"Ten seconds!"

Hinata's touch grew bolder, his palm flattening against your thigh as it crept upward at a maddeningly slow pace. When his fingertips brushed the hem of your skirt, toying with the edge in a teasing caress, you thought you might combust on the spot.

"5, 4, 3, 2..."

You pasted on a bright smile as the camera light flashed red, signaling you were live. But even as you launched into your practiced introduction, you could feel Hinata's hand continuing its torturous exploration beneath the desk.

His fingers danced along the edge of your skirt, occasionally dipping just beneath the fabric to graze the lace edge of your panties. Each touch sent sparks of heat crackling through your veins, your focus splintering as you strained to maintain your composure.

Beside you, Hinata answered the questions smoothly, flashing his signature megawatt smile at the camera. But the hand on your thigh never ceased its maddening ministrations, slipping higher and higher until he was tracing the crease where your thigh met your hip.

You clenched your teeth as a shudder tried to rip through you, your hands white-knuckled. God, how were you supposed to concentrate with him touching you like this, live on national television?

But Hinata seemed utterly unaffected, bantering easily with the hosts even as his fingers crept to the apex of your thighs. When he boldly cupped your clothed pussy, barely stifling a groan at the damp heat he found there, you nearly bit through your lip trying to hold back a whimper.

"...wouldn't you agree?" the other host suddenly asked, turning to you with an expectant smile. Your heart lurched into your throat as you scrambled to recall what the question had even been.

"I...yes, absolutely," you managed, hoping your voice didn't sound as strained as it felt. "Hinata has certainly been a driving force behind the team's success this season."

Hinata's fingers pressed harder against your clit, the sudden friction nearly buckling your spine, and you had to disguise your choked gasp as a cough. Somehow, you maintained the semblance of poise, nodding as the host turned his attention back to the ace.

But beneath the table, the fingers between your thighs were a maddening pressure. He traced along the edge of your panties, then dipped below the lace to slide a thick digit along your folds.

"Shit," you breathed, barely above a whisper. You hoped the sound wouldn't pick up on camera.

Hinata smirked at you from the corner of his eye, clearly enjoying watching you come apart at his hand. With an agonizingly slow motion, he circled your entrance, spreading your slick wetness as you struggled not to squirm in your seat.

"Well, I couldn't do it without the support of my fans," Hinata interjected smoothly, shooting you a sly wink. "Especially my biggest fan right here."

You felt your cheeks flood with heat at the blatant innuendo, praying the camera would attribute your blush to the flattery. If only they knew just what Hinata was doing to you beneath the professional veneer...

The interview wrapped up shortly after, much to your relief. You maintained your smile as the hosts signed off, barely suppressing a shudder when Hinata gave your sensitive flesh a final, teasing squeeze before withdrawing his hand.

The second the camera light flicked off, you were shooting to your feet, your breath coming in shallow pants. Hinata rose more slowly, a knowing smirk playing about his lips as his dark eyes dragged over your disheveled form.

Heart pounding, you hurried into the dressing room, desperate to compose yourself after Hinata's bold touches during the interview. Your skin felt electrified, every nerve ending buzzing with barely suppressed need.

You braced your hands against the vanity, trying to slow your breathing. But then the click of the lock sounded behind you, and your pulse jumped into overdrive.

"You didn't think I was done with you, did you?" Hinata's voice was a low, dark rasp that sent shivers cascading down your spine.

You met his gaze in the mirror, your breath hitching at the raw, undisguised hunger burning in his eyes. He stalked towards you with predatory intent, his movements fluid and purposeful.

"Hinata," you managed weakly, your voice thin and thready. "We can't...not here..."

But he was already crowding into your space, his chest pressing against your back as his hands settled on your hips, firm and possessive.

"I can't wait anymore," he rasped, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. "I've held back for so long, but god, the way you respond to my touch..." His nose skimmed the column of your throat, making you shudder. "I need to feel you come apart for me."

Your eyes fluttered shut, a broken whimper escaping your lips. Every logical reason you shouldn't allow this, every professional boundary, seemed to evaporate like mist under the searing heat of his desire.

"Please," you whispered, the single word dripping with longing.

Hinata's hands tightened on your hips, a low groan rumbling through his chest. "Fuck, the things you do to me..."

Then his mouth was on your neck, your jaw, claiming each inch of skin with bruising intensity. One hand slid up your body to palm your breast through your blouse, calluses scraping your sensitive nipple and making you arch with a gasp.

"I'm going to take you apart," Hinata bit out against your skin, his voice tight with barely restrained need. "Gonna make you cum so hard you forget everything but my name."

Your head fell back against his shoulder, a moan spilling from your lips. You knew there would be no coming back from this, no way to pretend it never happened. But as Hinata turned you in his arms, his mouth slanting over yours in a searing kiss, you found you didn't care.

All you wanted was him.

Hinata hoisted you onto the vanity, his palms blazing a trail up the bare skin of your thighs as his tongue delved deeper. Your hands fisted in his hair, tugging hard enough to earn a groan of approval, and a wave of dizzying power flooded your senses.

He yanked your panties down your legs with such urgency, you swore you heard the lace tear. But before you could process, his hands were urging your thighs apart and his fingers were slipping through your soaked folds.

"So wet," he groaned, his fingers sinking into your heat and eliciting a sharp cry. "Is this all for me, baby?"

You whimpered a strangled affirmation, grinding desperately against his hand as he curled his fingers inside you. Your hands scrabbled at his shoulders, struggling to find purchase against the hard planes of muscle as he pumped his digits in a torturous rhythm.

"Shoyo," you whined, the plea falling from your lips without a second thought.

He growled, his eyes flashing dangerously at the use of his first name. His thumb flicked over your clit, drawing a strangled gasp from your throat, and you writhed beneath his touch.

"Say it again," he ordered, his free hand snaking up to fist in your hair and drag your gaze to his. The molten fire of his stare set your very soul alight.

"Please," you begged, no longer caring how wanton and desperate you sounded. "Shoyo, please!"

Hinata's teeth flashed in a wicked grin. Then his fingers were gone, and before you could mourn their absence, his head was dipping between your thighs.

The first swipe of his tongue had your spine bowing, a cry ripping from your throat. His grip on your hips was almost bruising as he feasted on your cunt, his tongue and lips and teeth working you into a frenzy. Your thighs clenched around his head, the heels of your stilettos digging into his broad shoulders. Pleasure crashed over you like waves, threatening to drown you, and still you couldn't get enough.

"Fuck, I could eat this sweet little pussy all day," Hinata groaned, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge. "So fucking good."

His tongue speared into your core, and you shattered. The climax tore through you with the force of a freight train, your entire body convulsing with the intensity of it.

Your vision whited out, and for a moment, the only thing tethering you to earth was Hinata's hands. His tongue continued to work you through your orgasm, wringing every last drop of pleasure until you were shaking with overstimulation.

When the world finally came back into focus, you blinked blearily down at him. A fresh wave of heat washed through you as you took in the sight of him, lips glistening and pupils blown wide with desire.

"So pretty," he husked, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth in a gesture that should not have been so damn attractive.

But then he was hauling you closer to the edge of the vanity, and suddenly you were acutely aware of the hard length straining against the zipper of his dress pants. Your fingers itched to free him, to feel his bare cock heavy and thick in your hand.

Before you could act on the impulse, Hinata was shoving his pants down, his dick bobbing proudly against his stomach. You felt a fresh wave of wetness flood your core at the sight, anticipation and hunger thrumming in your veins.

"Tell me what you want," he rasped, the head of his cock teasing through your folds. You keened, your hips jerking up as you struggled to find the words.

"You," you managed, the desperation in your voice clear even to your own ears. "Shoyo, please..."

A groan ripped from his chest, the sound so feral, so animalistic, it should have frightened you. But instead, it sparked a fire low in your belly, a primal need to feel him buried deep inside you.

You kicked your heels off right as his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide and pinning them back against your chest. He notched the thick head of his cock against your dripping cunt, and then he was plunging into you.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, your hands scrambling for purchase against the vanity. God, the stretch was nearly overwhelming, but you were too far gone to care. Your walls clenched around him, your hips rising to meet his frantic thrusts.

"So tight," he bit out, his pace punishing as he pounded into you. "Shit, I'm not gonna last, baby. You feel too fucking good."

A sob fell from your lips, the pleasure bordering on painful as he drilled into you. The vanity slammed into the wall with each rough thrust, but you couldn't bring yourself to care about the racket. Not when you were so close to falling apart, his cock filling you so completely.

One hand left your thigh to rub furiously at your clit, the additional stimulation sending stars bursting behind your eyelids. Your cries grew louder, more urgent, and you distantly registered the possibility of someone overhearing. But the thought was gone as quickly as it appeared, lost in the haze of pleasure.

"Look at me," Hinata demanded, his voice rough with command. Your eyes snapped to his, and you nearly came on the spot at the unbridled hunger blazing in his dark gaze.

"You're mine," he rasped, the hand on your hip moving to squeeze your jaw. "Say it. Say you're mine."

"Yours," you gasped, the words a choked sob. "All yours, Shoyo!"

Hinata released your chin, his fingers returning to toy with your clit as he pounded into you. You could feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, the pressure building in your core until you were sure it would snap.

"Cum for me," he growled, his gaze locked with yours. "Wanna feel you fall apart around my cock."

Then his thumb and forefinger pinched your clit, and you shattered. White-hot pleasure ripped through your body, the shockwave sending aftershocks cascading through your limbs. Your walls clenched around him, the spasms almost violent as you squirted around his length.

"Holy fuck," Hinata groaned, his rhythm faltering as his own climax crested. He managed a handful of wild thrusts, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside you, coating your walls with his release.

He collapsed forward, bracing his forearms against the vanity. His forehead dropped against your shoulder, both of you gasping for air as you slowly drifted back down from the high.

Despite the fact that the vanity was now sticky with your combined releases, Hinata made no move to extricate himself from you. Instead, he nuzzled into your neck, pressing soft, lazy kisses to your flushed skin. His cock was surprisinglystill hard, the weight of him a grounding presence within you.

"Baby," he said after a moment, his lips quirking up in a smile against your collarbone, "think maybe I can convince you to leave work early today?"

A laugh bubbled up your throat, the joyful sound bright in the quiet room. "Why? So we can go home and continue this?"

"Mm, something like that," Hinata hummed, his grin widening. "And then you can help me celebrate my new Sports Illustrated cover by posing for me, naked, while I fuck you against every surface in my apartment."