#women manspreading > men manspreading

[marvelsgirl616]

alice i know what you are babes....

[pink-sheep-obey-me]

As I women I also love manspreading

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Put Your Clothes Back On

LADS Men reacting to you doing this trend on them A/N: I know it's just a trend but for this I'm having you actually make them get naked. You’re welcome for the visual. [Requested by: Anon]

Zayne

MC: Put your clothes back on I lied we're going to talk about how women fall in love with dopamine and men fall in love with vasopressin

Zayne: Is that right?

MC: Yes as you know vasopressin is the chemical in the brain that causes stress .... did you fall in love with me because I stress you out?

Zayne: You definitely keep me on my toes

MC: Explain

Zayne: Like having me strip naked to have a serious conversation

MC: Yea ... the view is nice

Zayne: Im going to get dressed now

Rafayel

MC: Put your clothes back on I lied we're going to talk about how Jack the Ripper might've been a woman

Rafayel: Im already naked!

MC: I said put your clothes back on!

Rafayel: Why did you have me take my clothes off in the first place????!

MC: To see if you would do as I said

Rafayel: Im not putting my clothes back on so I hope you can focus

MC: I can't

Rafayel: Well now we can both suffer

Xavier

MC: Put your clothes back on I lied we're going to talk about how Odysseus was gentle parenting his crew for their entire journey.

Xavier: Why did you have me take them off?

MC: It was a prank I didn't actually expect you to get naked that fast

Xavier: Okay....

Xavier leaves and comes back dressed in less than a minute.

MC: How did you get dressed so fast you were gone for like two seconds

Xavier: It's a skill I learned over the years

MC: What do you need that kind of skill for?

Xavier: I thought you wanted to talk about this Odysseus character

Sylus

MC: Put your clothes back on I lied on we're going to talk about how much of a dumbass Muzan was searching for a flower that can only be found during the day for over 1000 years.

Sylus: Okay go ahead

Sylus leans back while manspreading and crossing his arms over his chest.

MC: Aren't you going to put your clothes back on

Sylus: Since you lied I'm not getting dressed

MC: ....

Sylus: Continue your rant

MC: I can't focus with your junk staring at me

Sylus: *Makes it jump*

MC: STAAAHHHPP!

[briseroyawritingsblog]

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒐𝒍𝒅!𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕!𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex, innocence kink, large unspecified age gap, daddy kink, smoking, alcohol consumption etc. beware—

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

dividers by @anitalenia 💓

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The thick smoke clouds could be cut with a knife the moment you entered his house the doors were left partly open so no harm right? You searched for him in the kitchen but you found him sitting by the fireplace in the living area. Manspread..Book in hand adjusting his reading glasses, cigar lazily resting between his lips. There he was.. the man who made your core pulse. That was a secret though.. nobody could ever know that you’ve been crushing on him ever since you moved next door to his house. He was not married, and he knew that for sure because every woman who ever ended up going home with him? Left the next day— you didn’t judge that of course. Maybe he didn’t want anything serious. Most men… are like that. No?

“Erhm.. Mr Howlett? My father asked me if you could come over today afternoon. The material arrived for the renovations..” you stuttered softly. He looked up from his book giving you a soft nod. “Of course kid, tell your father I’ll be there later” you nodded and hurried out of his house touching your chest as you ran over to your house walking in through the backyard. Your cheeks flushed softly red– the images reappeared in your mind, the way he smokes his cigars.

“C’on” you heard a frustrated groan from the kitchen. You peeked your head inside only to see Mr Howlett in a white vest, biceps glistening with sweat taking measurements of the kitchen cabinets. “Come here kid” he rumbles softly. You nearly tripped approaching him “how can I help?” You whispered looking at the tools “specs, on the table please” he motioned with his large hand. You nodded taking his reading glasses from the table passing them over “thanks sweetheart. Whatcha doing here? Heard your mother left to do shopping” you sighed leaning against the kitchen counter “I know I was just busy with housework” Your eyes were on his flexed muscles. You swallowed when he stepped right in front of you to take measurements again your face practically meeting with his large chest. “Sorry..” you breathed closing your eyes. “S’alright” he smiled small. Hand on the cabinet above your head the older man met your gaze. There was something in them… darkness.. perhaps something very forbidden.. you cleared your throat the moment you heard your father on the phone outside in the garden slipping past Logan scrambling quickly upstairs to your room. It was a shame.. you know nothing about men. He made you so curious, that your thoughts made you open your laptop and search pictures. First you typed ‘kissing’ the images came up blurred so you switched off the adult content button and returned back on the pictures your eyes widened in curiosity. So many moving pictures which were called ‘gifs’ the way some of the men kissed the women. You moistened your lips by licking them feeling familiar heat in your belly and butterflies. You never watched porn or anything like that but you saved some of those ‘gifs’ of couples kissing and moved onto the search bar to type ‘sex’ images came up some of the black and white and you gasped looking at the various positions women were put. The way the men’s hips clashed against the woman’s butt and the moaning expressions on their faces– you shamelessly bit your lower lip and closed your laptop. You imagined kissing Mr Howlett so many times. Maybe you could ask him to kiss you and do things to you.. to teach you how things like that feel. You thought of so many ways… but you also didn’t want to come out as a desperate girl forcing herself on an older man. How could you only do this?

Mr Howlett stayed for dinner. You didn’t expect him to but your mother and father insisted so you were seated next to him. You were heaving some veggies and steak.. it was one of your favourites but you didn’t think of anything else but the ‘gifs’ you saved. The kissing ones. You watched Mr Howletts forearms as he cut into his steak before your mother interrupted you “y/n it’s rude to stare.” You looked down at your plate face covering your hair so Logan couldn’t see your face. Your cheeks heated momentarily— stuffing your face with veggies you then excused yourself needing a breather outside on the front porch. Stealing one of your father’s cigarettes you lit sitting on the steps. Hearing the door open you sighed “Mom I’ll be in soon” apologising you heard footsteps approaching you so you hid the cigarette. “You should go inside it’s not safe here bub” Logan slipped on his jacket walking down the steps turning to you. “I’m not a little girl Mr Howlett.. thank you for your concern” his expression turned into a scowling one the moment he saw the cigarette. “Give it to me” he put his hand out. “No.” You muttered softly. “Y/N..” he grumbled approaching you “Smoking is fucking bad for you.” He continued. “Don’t care” you took a hit in front of him that made him scowl even more. “Stop being a fucking brat and give it to me” he let out a sigh and you narrowed your eyes. “Why do you even fucking care?!” Logan shook his head a disappointed expression spread over his face. Rubbing his bearded cheek he shrugged it off. “I don’t fucking care I don’t need this.” With that he walked away. He didn’t care.. that hit your heart. Why would an older man like him care? Tears welled in your eyes, you stomped on the cigarette and walked back inside the house.

You didn’t know Logan’s urges.

You didn’t know the things you make him feel when you look at him and the times you wear skimpy little skirts riding a bike around the neighbourhood with your girlfriends. Summer holidays were his favourite because he got to see you more, you were not attending university. That’s what you told him– he loves the way you throw your head back laughing with your friends. He loves the way you walk, he even loves the way you leave your curtains open in your room so he can look at your young body when you apply lotion to your legs after shower. He knows your breath hitches when you two are close and he enjoys every moment of your tiny sufferings. He doesn’t want to be the man of your dreams. He doesn’t want to make you cry and suffer because he cannot be yours. He doesn’t want to ruin you but that tiny innocence in your eyes makes him want to do things to you. How could you know all these feelings when he’s nothing but stern with you. Drinking away his thoughts he poured himself a glass of whiskey sitting by his fireplace thinking he was harsh with you. Weren’t you just a fragile soul? He was afraid to hurt you.. his calloused touch could mark your skin.

A knock on his door disturbed his thinking, so he looked out the window only to see you standing in front of his door practically shivering in your pyjama shorts and an oversized sweatshirt he swore he loved on you. It made you look tiny.

“What are you doing here kid?” He sighed opening the door for you. “I wanted to apologise..” you whispered. “The way I acted towards you.. I just-” you stepped inside his much warmer home looking around to find a cigar burning in the ashtray a bottle of half empty whiskey and a glass right next to it. “I don’t need your apology” he cut you off walking back to his armchair sitting back down taking his cigar to smoke it. His eyes taking in your naked legs making you shiver. “I just.. I wanted to ask you something” you mumble on making him raise a brow. “It’s pretty late, you should go home” he answers you wanting nothing but you to stay but he knew he had to make you leave. He held back so much..trying to control himself around you. “Mr Howlett you’re a good man my family says.. I was just wondering if you could help me with something” you asked him scratching your arm nervously. Pressing your thighs together “I get lots of butterflies when I’m around you.. and and.. I was wondering how does kissing feel like?” The older man nearly asked you to repeat yourself. “I am not a man for you kid..” he warned you resting his cigar between his lips. “I know.. I just.. you’re older and experienced and I don’t get butterflies with anyone else” you confessed. His rugged expression turned softer. “Come here bub.. let me tell you all about it.” He patted his knee and you approached him sitting on his knee. His big hand rested on your lower back and the other put his cigar out letting it rest in the ashtray. “I don’t know much about the female body.. but I’m sure when you have butterflies in your belly your tiny girl part gets wet” you nod quickly. “Yes.. yes Mr Howlett it gets very wet.” Your response made his cock heavy. It twitched with want– “where does it get wet sweetheart?” He whispered and you slowly spread your thighs. “Down here..” you show him. His big hand slowly itches closer to your pulsing mound and you look at him wantonly.

“Don’t look at me like that..” he breathed face leaning closer to yours and you closed your eyes ready for his lips on yours only to feel him kissing your cheek his beard prickling your tender skin. His fingers tracing your warm centre between your legs and you bucked your hips towards his hand “eager little thing..” he whispered you could hear the drunk in his voice but your hand softly caressed his veiny forearm. “Mr Howlett please..” you begged. “I won’t tell.. please destroy me” when he heard those words coming out of your lips he kissed the side of your neck sliding his big hand inside your sweatshirt to fondle your breast. You moaned, it felt differently when a man was touching you. “Just gettin’ started honey..” he licked his way into your mouth kissing you pouring out his needs before pulling away to touch your face in his one hand gently squeezing your cheeks “pretty little mouth.. do you think I could fit my cock in there nice and snug sweetie?” you nodded needing nothing but him and it didn’t matter how. Cock straining against his pants he grunted grabbing a hold of your shorts and panties pulling them down your legs dropping them on the floor. His fingers locating your sensitive bud circling it. You moaned against his neck as you clung to his shoulders. “There we go honey..feeling you tense already” he smiled, prepping you. “Open..” he groaned forcing your lips open by his fingers sliding them in your mouth to moisten them. You sucked on his fingers meeting his eyes feeling hot all over. Your juices drooling out of your hole. He tsked “So wet already?” You looked at your pussy the way he caressed your folds with his fingers slowly rubbing them in circles before stuffing them in your mound. You cried out at the feeling something so large like his fingers entering you. When he curled his digits and did a pulling motion your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head the wet sounds of your core only caused his fingers to move in and out of you faster the heat in your belly rising and rising until you cried out against his chest cumming undone on his fingers. His thumb expertly rubbing your clit, the older man smiled at you. The first you saw him smile so softly. “There we go..” you choked his fingers in you even though they weren’t as deep as you wanted him to go in order to do that he’d have to take your virginity. “I never.. I never..” you babbled lost in post orgasm as you looked at him cheeks reddening with arousal. “You’ve never..what?” Very slowly pulling his fingers out of your heat he sniffed them before slowly tasting them. You blushed deeper at his doings. “Never had sex..” you whispered shyly. “Never?” Logan asks again caressing your plaint thighs. You shook your head “never.. mr howlett can you show me it feels?” He hummed in response looking at your lips before leaning down to attack your mouth in soft kisses until you parted your mouth for his tongue. You whispered to the butterflies returning and he gracefully carried you bridal style to his bedroom.

Putting you down on your feet he helped you remove your sweatshirt leaving you naked. “I will teach you all about it sweetheart..lay down” the older man said softly and you climbed on his bed resting on your back spreading your legs for him. The sight of your glistening pussy had him growling. “Little girl hungry for old man’s cock.. that’s twisted..” he smirked teasing you watching your nipples go hard. You watched him remove his top, then undo his belt and jeans before taking them off along with his boxers. Cock bobbing, hard as a rock. The swollen tip drooling tears of pre cum. The colour of his cock made you tilt your head curiosity.. it was pink, looked swollen and hard. Just like on those pictures, your breath hitched in your chest “That’s going inside of you, bub..” he climbed on the bed nestling between your legs. You stared between your bodies as his warm swollen cock rested on your pussy. It was so big, thick.. veiny. “How.. how will it fit..?” You asked curiously hips bucking up to feel his cock even more. “Greedy little thing not know anything about cocks.. but is hungry for one..” he tsked lowering himself on top of you. You moaned at the feel of his chest, touching it with your hands. Logan groaned rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds “take a deep breath..” you did as you were told taking a deep breath before he sheated himself inside of you in one single push. “Shit..!” You cursed gasping and moaning the both of you at your unison. Your gasps were painful with discomfort because of your virginity but it faded away the moment he kissed you wrapping his arms around you. You felt so safe in his arms that you cuddled up to him pressing your lips to his shoulder arms curling around him keeping your legs open for him. You felt so full, so wet.. you felt your wetness drip forming a ring on the base of his cock. “Fuck.. ugh..” he buried his face against your neck pulling out of you leaving the tip inside before thrusting back in. Slow pace, but slowly increasing it leaving you whimpering and gasping for air “mr howlett.. it tingles, the butterflies.. Ughh ohhhh.. feels so good” you cried as he responded only in hungry growls grabbing your waist in his hands he snapped his hips into you fucking you. “Can’t hold back anymore..” he slurs peeking between your bodies watching his cock slide in and out of your ruined pussy and you cry out nodding “it’s okay daddy.. take what you need!!” logan moans under his breath eyes darkening something snapping in him hoisting your legs around his waist he grabs the pillows under your head pounding into you harder than before, more than before making your toes curl watching your pussy take all of his pounding before you claw his back “daddy.. it.. hurts.. but in a good way!! Need to cum” you breathe heavily your tits bouncing to his rapid trusts as he hovers above you breathing harshly too cock throbbing as he circles your clit “you gonna cum on my cock like a good fuckin’ girl” and you did, you screamed against his neck clinging to him nearly passing out as you did. Logan nestles your face against his neck as he snaps his hips into you growing into the pillow as his claws push out piercing the bed under you. “Fuck.. fuck.. fuck….!” He curses loudly shoving his cock deeply in you before cumming undone. The tip spurting hot streams of white in your womb breeding it full. You moan uncontrollably as you feel the warmness being released inside of you. His claws retreat moments later— using his hand to cradle your head finding your lips in a kiss. You both sweat so much feeling unbelievably tired. Logan pulls out of you, watching his cream pool out of you onto the sheets. “Let’s get you showered bub..” he whispers and you nod. He promised to take care of you. The way you called him daddy.. it repeated in his mind more than few nights..

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(Apologies for any grammatical mistakes)

[elle-girlylesbian]

Women with traditionally ''masculine'' hobby or attitude are so fucking hot, I don't know why but they are.

You're handy, know how to take care of cars and shit ? You play video game ? You're sporty ? You're strong ? Let's make out, I'm on my knees and listening..

You're controlling ? you manspread and take all the space you want ? you don't care about others opinions cause your ego is the size of a damn planet ? My legs are spread, I'm wet and there's no thought behind those eyes.

Like I know women can totally do that, men don't ''possess'' those things, it's just..I've always been disgusted at men like those but when I see a woman do them..

[dysthymia-wet-specimen]

re: being "groomed" into radical feminism

i was raised by a (non-radical but shares some beliefs) feminist mom who was super anti-porn (irl porn due to exploitation) and always taught me to stand up to misogyny. throughout my life she's been the biggest advocate and protector of me through medical misogyny, ableism in the school system, and helping fight for justice against poorly handled sexual harassment reports i made against classmates who'd been inappropriate to me.

i went through puberty during gamergate, an era of "feminist cringe comps" and buzzfeed manspreading videos. i was in comp-sci and stem spaces, surrounded by these sweaty hentai addict nerds, some even grown men breathing down my neck for being a "female who plays real video games" *pushes up nerd glasses* no matter what community it was, coding, anime, furry fandom, my local gsa spaces, there was always a permeating stench of male supremacy, sexualization of women/female people, and a blatant disregard of respect for the "walking fleshlights" in the room. "what's better, tits or ass?" "oh this anime is so peak, wdym you don't like it cause there's also panty shots of underage girls in it?" "keep furry weird! the horse fursuit with styrofoam G cup breast padding is such an icon!" "terfs* can suck my girlcock" (*which i later found out meant anything from hating trans people to respecting but not wanting to sleep with them, and sometimes conservatives are labeled under this branch of "radical.... feminist?")

seeing time and time again the way women and female people are pushed aside, unconsensually sexualized, or even had rape jokes/threats made abt them, is what made me radical.

I used to think my mom was crazy. "Everyone says bitch? what do you mean it's sexist when guys call women that?" "telling a stranger to choke on a dick isn't rapey its just an insult to someone" "every male watches porn, don't they?" Sexism had stained my life to the point that there was no "safe space" for me. I could no longer keep my eyes closed to the horror that is the female experience. "Radfems won't just respect cause you have a vagina" Well talking about my breasts certainly didn't stop being misogynistic once I told you my pronouns were he/they? i don't believe what others tell me to believe out of wanting to be accepted.

when the mainstream liberal men speak over human trafficking survivors to justify upholding the porn/prostitution industry. when fandom spaces welcome child erotica with open arms under the guise of "anti-censorship for queer media", all while adults pushed the limits of "family friendly convention hours" further and further, being called a "fascist puriteen" for not wanting to see a guy in a thong and a dog mask being walked on all fours during the public pride parade at 1pm in fucking massachusetts...

i'm tired of stepping on eggshells to be the "good feminist". FOR ANYONE. i'm gonna be the most obnoxious they/he nonbinary transmasc radical feminist there ever was. i don't care i'm too "TRA" or too "radfem" to fit into your boxes. fuck your boxes dude!

Let adults make decisions about their own bodies. Call people what name/pronouns they want to be called. Trans people are oppressed and at risk of violence. Children don't need to transition to be respected. Not all trans people can/will have certain surgical procedures but are still valid. The only scenario in which asking trans ppl about their procedures is when its in a (consensually) sexual or medical context, otherwise asking ppl invasive questions abt their privates without consent for your "entertainment" is sexual harassment. Trans people aren't here to satisfy your fetish for our bodies. Making fun of trans people who aren't doing anything wrong is cringe behavior. You can't be a feminist and a conservative/trump-supporter. trans women when perceived as women face misogyny even if they weren't born/raised female and aren't effected by certain issues of reproductive rights or medical misogyny. gnc-phobia is bad even when it's against men, being gnc doesn't make someone trans

are all statements that can coexist with: Respect single-sex spaces (female only housing, gyms, DV shelters, etc. You deserve safe spaces too, but so do we. trans men and nonbinary female people benefit from female-only spaces too!). Some people are only attracted to people who were born male or female, no matter how much you transition, some people are same-SEX attracted, not just same-gender. if you are trans you need to disclose that before sex. being lgbt doesn't make you a predator, but that doesn't mean you should excuse predatory behavior from other ppl in that community (happened to me multiple times sadly, also see ava kris tyson situation/response). in US politics, abortion and reproductive rights needs to be centered more in bodily autonomy conversations, women bleeding out over a pregnancy they're forced to have is not the same as choosing to kys over surgery bans. (though suicide is bad and trans ppl should be aloud to decide what to do with their adult body) intersex people shouldn't be used as an argument point by radfems or trans people, using someones medical condition to win arguments is weirdo behavior... criticizing misogyny/rape culture/anti-female behavior in lgbt spaces isn't the same as hating trans people. misandry isn't real (at least in the USA/western culture) (men can be oppressed differently based on minority status, but men/males are not inherently/systemically oppressed the way someone is for being female. there's not a male hate movement killing and raping men like there is for incels. "misandry" is just as real as "reverse racism/racism to white people", aka bullshit)

i'm not going to go through every single post someone makes to see if they're "agreeable enough" to reblog. my opinions are my own. and i'm happy to clarify that, but does porn and rape culture stop being bad the woman speaking out against it has a wrong opinion? are you fucking kidding me?

not every radfem takes me seriously, not every trans person takes me seriously. i just left the radfem community i really enjoyed due to personal conflict (sadly, but hoping to keep in touch still on tumblr). i'm not a poor victim of the evil radfems. i'm female in a male supremacist world and i woke the fuck up.

[throathole]

One thing I’ve learned in the last 6 months or so while thrifting is that I genuinely love to steal from women. I love invading women’s spaces with my male, bepenised body and manspreading all over their clothing racks and finding the most beautiful jackets and pairs of pants. I’ve complained for years about how men’s clothing is lethally boring compared to women’s and one day I was like wait… I can just wear women’s clothes and incorporate pieces into my outfits without just looking like I’m doing bad drag. I love stealing from women!

[son-of-drogo]

So I saw someone else was taking notes while watching the Granada series and I decided to do the same:

Scandal in Bohemia

-No dude, do you know how expensive commissioned art is?

-Shoot his ass Irene 💕💕💕

-If she weren't married...

-Watson💕💕💕

-Mrs. Hudson 💕💕💕

-Nooo! Let Watson eat!

- Lol u want some cocaine babe? -Sherlock Holmes

-Rip Sherlock Holmes, you woulda loved Adderall

-Goddammit Jeremy, why are you so pretty?

-Gotta pretty myself up for Wat the king

-Holmes every time Watson deduces: 🥰

-"I am lost without my Boswell" 🥰

-you know they made fun of the king's outfit after he left

-Oh yeah, a mask over your eyes is totally gonna hide your identity. (Sarcasm)

-you literally have royal portraits, dumbass.

-the moral of the story is: if you're gonna do sketchy shit, don't photograph it.

-And respect women.

-Holmes@the king: You are so fucking stupid.

-HORSIE

-God, quit manspreading on my sofa -Holmes probably

-Buddy that sounds life a you problem.

-Irene in a tux could step on me

-God that outfit is so fucking stupid

-Hell yeah fancy restaurant date night!

-Lol Sherlock looks like a bunch of kids are gonna steal his lucky charms.

-Leave Britney Irene alone!

-Watson: But you're gay!

-Aww, they love each other!

-I just love how goddamn weird Sherlock is.

-"Rrrrrequire"

-The cause is NOT excellent.

-Irene: Okay what the fuck?

-Jeremy Brett dramatically yelling "fire!"

-oof she figured it out.

-Oh my God Holmes you dumbass

-Oh my God the outfit is when worse with the hat

-Housekeeper is trying not to smile

-You've been bamboozled!

-Oh he feels bad for tricking her

-her dress is so prettyyyy

-Yass bitch, get your happily ever after!

-She's a queen, just not your queen, bitch.

-imho she served way too much cunt to be with the king

-Holmes is just so fucking delighted that a woman outsmarted him.

The Dancing Men

-such a good husband💕💕💕

-He just wants to helpppp!

-Poor Elsie is having an anxiety attack

-Look at the gays, in their flat.

-Holmes trying to impress his boyfr-I mean flatmate (level easy)

-🎶"bum bum bum bum"🎶

-PAH!

-I love them so much

-Watson being a little shit 💕💕💕

-Just these gay cunts

-Jeremy had nice hands

-Hilton, we love you, but we don't need your whole life story.

-"She tired of America" me too bitch, me too.

-Ahh Elsie is so pretty!

-*Sobbing" Hilton and Elsie are so cute!

-This episode owes me restitution.

-I would die for this woman.

-He just loves her so much

-One of the few good dudes in the series.

-Everybody's so pretty, I'm too bisexual for this!

-Watson just hesitantly reaching for Holmes' monogram on cyphers.

-Fantastic mustache 10/10

-communication is important

-Babe, tell him your stalker is after your, he'll understand.

-Bush full of lads

-Oh he saw Watson sneaking the monogram back.

-God Watson tries so hard to get Holmes to eat.

-Say no to drugs! And yes to solving weird crimes.

-Poor woman just wanted to go no contact

-He jump the couch

-Holmes in straight up fucking shock

-Watson give your man a hug

-Kryten💕💕💕

-IMHO every house should have a murder room

-Watson suggesting to Holmes to ask Mrs. King to sit down.

-Hilton just wanted to be a good husband and he got killed for it.

-Inspector Kryten fangirling over Sherlock Holmes

-"Eldrrrrridges"

-Oh Holmes is checking Watson out

-That stupid fucking hat

-It's giving Arby's

-that's a whole lotta mustache

-She doesn't love you, Arby's man.

-Ugh, possessive men make me gag

-Take the hint Arby's!

-Arby's: Can I see her?

Watson: Hell no you fucking can't!

[mothishiding]

not to be a gender studies student but i am on the bus and i was looking at my phone and i noticed a man sit down across from me. i could see the legs of the person next to him, and they shifted further into the wall to make space for the man sitting down. then, after he took a seat, i was mildly surprised that the person sitting closest to the wall was a man. i had unconsciously, instantly assumed that the person closer to the wall would be a woman. in case it isn’t clear, that was most definitely because they had moved to make space for the man.

women and fem presenting people (as well as many trans and queer people and people of colour, i’m sure) seem to perhaps have more empathy for others because of how they were raised, and it’s more expected that they would – or even should – make room for and care about the comfort of particularly cishet white men. because cishet white men are above everyone else in the social hierarchy, and they are taught that that is so. their comfort matters more.

or maybe it’s that women and fem presenting people, people of colour, and lgbtq+ people have grown to fear the consequences of not making room for cishet white men in most public spaces – whether that be rudeness, aggression, sexual attraction, or outright violence.

and now i’ve been conditioned to assume that someone making space for someone else has to do with gender. ridiculous, really.

and at the same time, it’s frustrating. men have the capacity for the same general kindness and courtesy. and non-men have the capacity to not care about such things and prioritize their own comfort. both are honestly fine. not being courteous doesn’t make you a bad person. however, we’ve definitely been taught socially that that’s the polite thing to do, politeness is good, but it’s also feminine… and women ought to be even more polite because they are lesser than men and their only true purpose is to find a man to revolve their lives around so they should be grateful to be allowed in society at all. or some nonsense like that. the same is the case for people of colour – they are lesser and should make room for white people. the same is often the case in regards lgbtq+ people for cishet people.

this is why i always manspread on the bus now!! i’m sick of cishet white people taking up so much space and thinking it doesn’t affect the people around them, or that it doesn’t matter whether it does or not.

i want to take up space. as a black, queer, genderfluid trans person who was raised as a woman… i want to take up so much space! more space than i should, even! just because i can! just out of spite against all of these stupid social rules!

also, as a (mostly (genderfluidity and stuff)) transmasc person, i do feel some gender euphoria when i manspread on the bus, so there’s even a reward!

so that’s my rant for the day i guess. to all of the women and fem presenting people out there, lgbtqia+ people, and people of colour, take up so much space!!

[kylelovskii]

Hello!! I really like your writing i was wondering if i could have a dom!kyle smut!?!?? I need some sub reader😸😸 Its okay if you ignore it :>

yes ofc!!

thank you for requesting!

i made this a little nasty if you don’t mind

a little bully!kyle if you will and innocent!reader

tw!! bj, degrading pet names (bitch, dumb bitch), degradation, slight handjob, hair pulling, slapping

i don’t care

you were getting a few books from the library to read over the summer, then you felt your head get jerked back by your hair.

"ow..who-" you started before you looked up. it was kyle. "oh, hii! what’re you doing at the library?" you giggled, ignoring the fact he had a firm grip on your hair, and the fact it was starting to hurt.

kyle had an angry look on his face. the kind of look you got when you did something he didn’t like. "what? did i do something?"

"yeah, actually, you did. the fuck were you doing all touchy feely with kenny yesterday, huh?" he barked, tugging your head back more. you squeaked in pain. "he just needed my help..he said, 'if you ever give a boy a.." you trailed off, thinking of what he called it, "..a boner….you should always help'. then he taught me what to do, that’s all. i just wanted t’be nice," you mumbled, giving kyle a pitiful look with your puppy eyes.

kyle mentally cursed himself. "fuckin' bastard..look, if anybody other than me tells you that, you tell them: 'kyle said i can’t do that', you hear me?" he ordered, putting a finger in your face.

you smiled and nodded. kyle let go of your hair and you turned to him, holding up a book. "do you want a book, ky? we could read together over break," you asked, giving him your signature sweet smile.

"no. i don’t do any of that reading shit. come with me." kyle grabbed your hand and led you to the back of the library towards the restrooms. he opened the bathroom door labeled for both men and women. luckily, it was just a one person, so he could lock the door without any suspicion.

"what are we doing? i wanna read my books," you pouted when kyle shoved you into the door. "i don’t care. you did something i didn’t like, and you need to be punished so you can learn."

"but i didn’t know!" you whined. then you felt a sharp sting on your cheek. kyle slapped you. "i said, i don’t care. take it or i won’t talk to you for a week."

kyle knew how to get you all upset and vulnerable. not like you weren’t vulnerable, you were just always very naive, eager to please anyone.

you lived and breathed kyle. if he wouldn’t use you, then who else would? if you weren’t good for him, how could you be good for kenny, or anyone for that matter?

"okay, i’m sorry. can i have a kiss? on the cheek? you hurt me."

god, had you ever been punished a day in your life?

"no. this is a punishment, you’re not gonna get what you want," he answered. you sighed in defeat. "now, you’re gonna show me what kenny taught you, alright?"

"alright..i need you to sit, though," you explained, pointing to the toilet.

kyle stepped over to the toilet, sitting down and manspreading. you situated yourself on your knees between his legs.

looked at him expectingly, but he looked at you like you were stupid. "well, go on."

you started to tug down his basketball shorts, then neatly placed them on the floor.

"he said to do this first.." you started palming him through his boxers. "oh, god dammit-" kyle said quickly, tossing his head back.

"mm..i don’t remember everything he said, so i might not do that well. m'sorry," you told him, not looking at him. you kissed his bulge then took off his boxers. kyle sighed and looked down at you, your face innocent and oblivious to what you were really doing.

"no..no, it’s okay. you’re doing good," he reassured. you took kyle in your small hand, your thumb moving over his tip.

as much as kyle hated admitting it, kenny taught you well. then again, he was a chick magnet. fucked a girl at least every night. of course he knew his shit.

you started moving your hand up and down a little slow. your hand was soft, you felt perfect. kyle could cum right then and there.

you were going so slow. "go faster," kyle demanded. "but this is what-" kyle cut you off, "i don’t give a shit. go faster."

you barely even sped up. you were starting to piss him off. "god, dumb bitch," kyle muttered to himself before grabbing you by the hair and shoving his cock in your mouth.

you cried. "shut up!" kyle whispered, "shut up and fuckin' take it, bitch."

you choked and sputtered as kyle fucked up into your mouth. you felt that weird feeling down there that you get when you do this kind of stuff with kyle. maybe he’d 'take care of you', as he put it.

"god, i fuckin' love your mouth, baby. you always take me so well." kyle grabbed a fist full of your hair and shoved your face all the way down till your nose touched his tummy.

"motherfucker," he grunted out, raising you back up a bit. he could hear you struggling, but he felt too good to care.

you forced yourself up off him and said, "ky- gotta breathe, can’t breathe." kyle rolled his eyes while you caught your breath, then when he decided you were finished, he shoved you right back down.

"m'gonna cum in your mouth, 'kay? be good and take it. keep goin'" kyle told you. you nodded on his cock. kyle pressed his foot on your clothed cunt, and when you moaned around him, release washed over him.

"god- shit- motherfucker!"

you felt that familiar salty taste spurt down your throat. thick and warm.

kyle pulled you off him, leaning his head back and panting. then there was a knock on the door.

"(y/n)? you haven’t checked out your books yet, honey."

it was the librarian. the two of you were super close. you were a little book worm, so you were always in the library with her, creating everlasting friendship.

"yes! i’ll be right out, promise!" you replied to her, standing up and hurrying to the mirror, smoothing down your hair so it didn’t look like you were just manhandled.

"okay, dear. i’ll be at my desk," she said, then you heard her footsteps deafen.

"that was a close one, huh?" kyle said, already dressed again. "aren’t you gonna take care of me? i got that weird feeling again," you asked kyle. he laughed.

"are you stupid? that was a punishment. gosh, man, you don’t listen. i told you: you aren’t gonna get what you want," kyle explained. again.

"now let’s go check out your stupid books."

[karlachismylife]

What I need is x afab!reader where reader is as agressively masculine as they get. Where they are just as crass as the men if not worse. Where they get into real fights and have a short temper, with a kind heart, sure, but it's almost overriden. Where they don't have pretty lingerie or heels or dresses, where they cut or even shave their hair off, where they wear fucking axe or sauvage instead of flowery perfumes. I need them with a loud, obnoxious laugh, military boots and wrinkled oversized shirts. I need them manspreading with a beer in hand. I need them with their disappointed mother saying they'll never get a man behaving like that. I need everyone around them to be absolutely sure they are into women only because well they're just a walking stereotype. I need a butch that's gonna step on these big scary men's balls, peg them and ride their face only when they promise to behave.

Don't get me wrong, I love soft reader, feminine reader, crybaby reader, mommy dom reader, lady reader, capable farmer reader, bimbo reader, cute assistant reader, military but girly outside work reader, competent and elegant reader, tough reader, housewife reader, business owner reader, submissive reader. I fucking love reader (saw a post that called them the ultimate Barbie and hell yes), I love women, I will be fighting their men to be with all those above. I will respect the hell outta reader who is the perfect balance (I guess Squeaks by @charliemwrites is like what the balance looks like to me? or maybe it's as close as it gets to what I'm trying to describe here... I dunno, I jut love her. man I'd kill to be with Squeaks, honestly, that's the dream woman. too bad I ain't her type lol)

But I need a tomboy that is kind, but doesn't go suddenly soft and docile, won't put on an apron after the Big Strong Men show them a good time. I need a fucking menace that is just a tad bit too much, there is nuance obvously, but it doesn't change them at core. I need a Lisbeth Salander (without Mikael bullshit) reader, I need a Terminator 2 Sarah Connor reader, I need Mass Effect Jack reader, I need Marvel Nebula reader.

Doesn't apply to COD only either. Give me Gale and Astarion with a huge barbaric orc Tav. Give me slashers that get beaten the shit out of them with a crowbar when they try to attack that punk. Give me Peaky Blinders that have seen their fair share of strong and powerful women, but they are not sure they can even call that creature a woman (make her worse than Kate Leigh and Tilly Devine combined, honestly).

Unwomanly, unfeminine, gender-fucking violent foul-mouthed menace. Yes, I have a type.

If you know any works like this, PLEASE send me the links. Thank you.

[woman-respecter]

Men will laugh at women concerned for their safety in public and chant "your body my choice" but "manspreading" is an offensive word. Ok. In the words of Elrond: Men Are Weak.

[abearinthewoods]

have you considered that bell hooks was simply... wrong? what has bell hooks feminism achieved for women?

Emma Watson tried to be a good girl feminist with the #HeForShe "male friendly" feminism clownery years ago and what do men do today? they make memes about her wrinkled forehead on how she "hit the wall" and no one cares. its one sided

also i like how "feminism" is too loaded a term for you but not "mra"

only reason people hate trans men is because they see them as female anyway... esp the incel trans women who hate on them out of jealousy, its misogyny not misandry.. ijbol stop trying to trick women into being your little knights.

also i like how "feminism" is too loaded a term for you but not "mra"

If people tolerated misogyny from mras to the level they tolerate misandry from feminists i'd think MRA was too loaded of a term.

MRA gets a pass because they are the under dogs. there is more recognition of feminist ideals and talking points among systems of authority (HR, School policies, etc) then MRA ideals.

A single feminist (Mary Koss) was able to set the direction of rape studies for over 20 years to exclude the ~80% of male rape victims who were raped by women such that large parts of society still today think the gender breakdown of rape victims is 90:10 and not 60:40.

When MRAs get the power to do that to women you get to make that comparison.

Also people attack the MRA term as a means to dismiss ALL pro-male advocacy. If this wasn't true you wouldn't see feminism-for-men feminists getting called MRAs as a derogatorily remark all the time. Advocating for men while female wouldn't get you called a pick-me. But the ideals about MRAs are just an excuse used to shut down any and all advocacy for men.

This is why trans men have to deal with the same accusations of being misogynistic MRAs based on nothing other then they said some pro-(trans) men.

have you considered that bell hooks was simply… wrong?

I'm not qualified to properly tell you off for this remark, could you ask this of @doberbutts please.

Emma Watson tried to be a good girl feminist with the #HeForShe "male friendly" feminism clownery years ago

Cute. This was the exact kind of feminism i've spoken out against: "The master's tools will never dismantle the master's house." HeForShe played on chivalric ideals of men being expected to go out their way for women's benefit based on nothing more than their gender. You can not get rid of sexism by using sexism. You can not get rid of the patriarchy by using the patriarchy, you can not stamp out toxic masculinity by using toxic masculinity.

Male inclusive gender equality is about calling out chivalry as sexist against men, not just sexist against women.

Male inclusive gender equality is not saying "of course feminists know the patriarchy hurts men too" to shutdown men who try to emotionally vent or debrief about people they have met who pretend otherwise and that men have no issues and thus if they complain about anything they must be sheltered and privileged and a man child (calling men who are "too emotional" man children just reinforces the idea that men have to hide their emotions to be respected as a self actualized adult).

Male inclusive gender equality is about asking why its so normal to use the male gender to refer to something being done in a bad way. (bro gamers, dude bros, mansplain, manspread, the attempt to do the same with bernie bros because the bros reclaimed it for themselves. the "bro vote").

Male inclusive gender equality is about not getting so caught up trying to prove women had some specific and exclusive victim-hood WRT to rape that you accidentally(assuming undeserved good faith) erase 80% of male victims and set back anti-rape advocacy 10 years.

only reason people hate trans men is because they see them as female anyway

Some do, yes, and hate them for it, call them "traitors". others do and accuse them of trying to escape female oppression or gain male privilege

Tell me, which "enemy" have trans men now sided with to be called traitors?

Do you not see how it still requires misandry to work? It still requires seeing men as the enemy to view trans men as traitors to that enemy.

Others on the other hand see their masculinity as something to be feared, and will slowly find excuses to hate them for causing that fear. (Which would be solved, again, by addressing misandry and androphobia and never allowing it to fester among certain feminist circles in the 80s and 90s into what it became today)

[sitehound]

There’s this intangible quality to Gumi that I’m really in love with and I think it’s rather her capacity to just be a freak. Just genuinely strange and off putting. The flaws of women in media tend to be appealing or carry with them some greater idea of girlbossery. Rarely are they the sort of eccentricity which has you like “what the fuck” and if it is that response then it’s usually through the shock value of gore or something like that.

I love the fact that I can see a Reddit post where a guy waterboards himself every morning and I can reasonably conceptualize that Gumi would do the same. I love that Gumi is genuinely annoying. Not even annoying in the charming sexy way that women in media tend to be annoying where they playfully flirt and flounce and push their hip into the person they’re annoying. Like, the way Gumi manspreads, for lack of a better term is genuinely annoying. The way she’ll click her tongue loudly and look away when something displeases her is genuinely annoying. The fact that her lack of personal space often isn’t sexy and flirty and is actually closer to the visceral discomfort of a dog shoving their snout into your crotch while you desperately close your thighs for them To Not is how Gumi is with personal space.

Maybe not as lawsuit-worthy in terms of appropriateness, but that same “get BACK oh my GOD what the fuck is your problem.” The fact that Gumi has an ugly little laugh and cackle. The fact that Gumi is a creature which burps and farts and passes out drunk on the couch sometimes after pouring beer into a tub of ice cream and deciding that’s good enough to be dinner.

The fact that Gumi will take a sword through her throat in combat and rip it out, not caring that she’s mangling her fingers then still tries to tell a joke while blood gushes from her and she can’t form words because she hasn’t healed yet and she’s cutting it very close to the kind of healing Tornado will allow.

There’s just something about her which is so genuinely annoying that rounds back to charming? This also isn’t to insult other tropes of women because I fucking love. Female characters in general and a lot of the things I listed are things present in women that I’ve not only written, but own merch of that I’ll lovingly purchase from conventions. And don’t get it twisted: my favorite oc is actually a glorified Disney princess who is the picture of elegance and beauty who you’d reasonably see in a renaissance tapestry seated next to a unicorn in a green field.

But there’s also something almost cathartic in writing someone like Gumi who is a nasty little beast who sweats, grunts, farts, cackles, snores. There’s something very cathartic in writing a woman who is still very visibly a woman and still presents very femininely, but has a lot of behaviors that are considered undesirable in women especially. A lot of eccentricities are only afforded to men and I take personal delight in that Gumi has them and that they make her worse and show just how obnoxious these traits are.

It’s so important to me that Gumi be a figure who loves and protects her community while also being just the worst little she-beast too. Her flaws are on her sleeve but they also make her virtues brighter to me.

[sharp-silver4795]

Weird things me and my friends have said as creepypastas

General

Toby, to Jeff: It isn’t irresponsible if I’m strategic about it

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Jason (mocking LJ): “Hugs. Goes right back to manspreading”

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Jason, to LJ: “You look like you’re trying to rip off my thighs!”

LJ: “yummy”

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*talking about smoking weed*

Liu, sarcastically: “Where do you want me to put it? Up my asshole?”

Jeff, eating candy: “mmm Cherry flavoured!”

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Jack: “Ew… women.”

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BEN, playing with Dark Link: “don’t fall into the acid! I say, as I fall into the acid.”

Toby out of Context

“Yum yum I am rock candy”

“Personally I am a dodecahedron”

(Mocking Anime) “Straight, Ally, Gay, Trans. Long ago the four identities lived in harmony. Then, one day, the Straights attacked. The Fluid, the master of all four identities, was supposed to heal the fury between all four [of them]. But, when the world needed them most, they vanished. Then they went froze themself in an ice cube for 300 years, nice going, gender fluid- more like gender SOLID, damn!! Your social anxiety won this time.”

“he looks so microwaveable”

Liu being mildly hypersexual

To clockwork: I will give you the condom if you give me hearts.

—

Jane: “What am I doing??”

Liu (in the background): “Will you step on my cock?”

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“S L U R P! I’m gonna eat all the stars. Yummy. They taste like pain. They’re pointy on both ends and I don’t think I could deep throat that.”

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Liu: “Im fucked up”

Jane: “nah, you’re just getting fucked.”

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“oh well. At least I can look like a whore.”

Proxy Chaos

Rogue: what, do you want me to sing??

Wilson: I don’t like singing

Rougue: why?

Wilson: It makes it all sound weird. My artificial ears don’t like it. I forgot what they’re called. My hear-ers.

Rogue: your HEARING AIDS?!

Wilson: yeah. That.

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Kat, to clockwork: “you’re haunted by the spirit of your penis… Gimme the ghost penis! maybe, with the power of friendship it will be a real penis”

Clockwork: “The quest for Kat’s ghost penis”

Kat: “I’m gonna make a whole dnd campaign. Name a character Ghost Penis… Goal: to get penis. Not body count, the actual penis… should it be named Dick Snatcher?”

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Kat: “mother! I’m finally a real boy!! *shows penis*… I have finally removed my titties! I have been exorcised, the preacher cast them down to tittie hell! Or tittie Walmart so the trans girls can get em.”

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Brian, encouraging Cody: “oh, ok. Go bully him.”

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Neon: “hi” *runs off a cliff*

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Tim, done with everyone’s bullshit: “maybe if I roast him, he’ll behave”

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Cody: “true love, boiling crabs”

Not much later: “Ah, yes I love getting beaten up by crabs and having chunky rocks in my abdomen… mmmm… they’re sharp…”

Chaos in the infirmary

Jack: I cant! I have bacteria hands!!

Ann: hands are now infections

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Jack: “Men are squares, right?”

*long pause*

Ann: “Right”

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Ann: “I lost my hand! Where’s my hand?!”

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Jack: “I am the model arm!”

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Jack: “Dang, this brain cuts like butter.. or cheese…”

Ann: “so brains are cheese now?!”

Smiley: “Brain is cheese confirmed?!?”

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Jack talking to his victims

“wooooowww your organs are long…”

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“(They have braces) I have ✨M E T A L✨ it makes my teeth sharper though.”

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“Stop Ow-ing you’re being so dramatic!”

Victim: “I’m literally dying!”

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“nah, fuck that, gimme your bones”

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[heeversee]

THE POLL GODD I NEVER THOUGHT SO MANY PEOPLE WOULD VOTE.

Am I being too dramatic? Bish who cares.

So basically "MAFIA HEESEUNG" won the votes. So here it is besties.

Your wish is my command.

Heeversee Present ✨

A Mafia Heesung au

Chapter 01

You were one of the kind who was used as a personal coffee maker in your office. Even tho you were like every other employee.

So you decide to leave your office and search for another.

Since you didn't get any job after a long 3 months of being job less. You had to do something to feed your poor soul. you were all alone without any family or friends.

You luckily got a job in a nearby High-class cafe and bakery. Well baking was your talent and who didn't want a job in a High-class cafe? so you decide to take up the job.

There were various types of people who would come. grumpy rich office workers, rich giggling High schoolers, big body builders and rich but bubbly and kind grannies, business men's and women's.

In short this cafe was only for rich ass people.

Today you happen to arrive late, which didn't actually cause any problem because your manager was a very kind woman, she knew that you never skipped work for fun and were punctual.

Heeseung, the mafia boss, walks into this high class cafe.

His dark aura quickly hushing the place is bustling with people.

The smell of fresh coffee lingers in the air.

He sees an empty table and makes his way to it, hoping to get a cup of coffee.

He sits down and sets his suit jacket on the chair next to him as he pulls out his phone, ready to work.

That's when he notices you at the counter, your back turned to him. Heeseung sees you and is surprised, because at first glance, you looked so incredibly innocent and pure.

He smirks wickedly enough to make almost all the customers run out of the cafe for their life. The only ones there were his own men.

He watches as you put on your coffee shop attire; apron and your uniform shirt. As your uniform shirt goes over your head.

He peeks to see your face. Your hair is tied up neatly in a ponytail and your face is clean with no makeup. However, your dark, sparkling eyes are the first thing Heeseung notices; they draw his attention in like a magnet.

He can't look away. Your beauty is something he's never seen before, it truly is a once in a lifetime sight.

You turn around with the apron on, ready to start work. But once you look up at the man who is absolutely handsome yet had cold, blank expression has been staring at you,

You drop what you were holding. It falls onto the ground with a loud bang but Heeseung doesn't notice; he's stuck staring into these eyes. He doesn't understand why he feels this way. This isn't something he would normally do, but there was just something about this girl... something that just drew him in.

They stare at each other for moments in silence. Heeseung feels this weird sensation that he's never felt before. What is this? Happiness? Love? Fear? He just... doesn't know. He can see you trembling.

You were scared. He walks over to you and kneels down. Something compelled him to do it. Heesung reaches out to you, gently picking up the items you had dropped. He's surprised to see that you dropped your uniform badge.

"y/n" your name rolling off his tongue like butter. You like the sound of it. You were forced to snap into reality when you saw the cafe half empty, the rest of the men dressed in black suits staring at you and watching the unknown man in front of you in fear.

"I'm so sorry sir" you were the first to get up and smooth down your shirt.

"w-what may I get you?" You stutter making it more embarrassing for yourself.

"A black coffee with 20% sugar" he says as he held his card in front of you.

Your shivering hands slightly graze his knuckles as you take the card.

You saw the name on his black card "Lee Heeseung".

When you were busy preparing the order for heesung, he sat manspreading watching you work through his eyes filled with lust and an unknown feeling.

Recalling the touch of your fingers even tho it was for a second, and the moment feels like an eternity.

He could feel your heat, he could feel your emotions as you just looking into his eyes, terrified.

But oddly, Heeseung wants to keep you to himself, keep you all to himself. It's like he knows, he knows that this girl is gonna be the one. Heeseung is gonna make you his.

Chapter 02 soon. Now I can't add smut when they just met can't I?

Edited.

I can't believe all this time I wrote heeseung's spelling wrong and you all didn't tell me 😭