#and like here's the fucking gag is that i used to wear tons of makeup!!!!
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that post is so fucking reallllll like there's such limited space to just say . i hate makeup without 10000 caveats and placations that you're not Shaming those who do. like forever ago i was talking to my older friend who's kid was like 9 at the time and she asked me and our other friend "when is a good time to start letting [child] wear makeup bc she's been wanting to" and i said "never. makeup is evil." and immediately everybody was scandalized and like this is my fucking queer feminist friend group omg. and my other friend (who i always run into this issue with) always takes it so personally bc she is (or at least was at the time) big into the idea of "empowerment" and dressing "for you" and would always get so offended when i even suggested that she wasn't in fact dressing for herself and was dressing for male validation . which is a huge way that she gets attention and confidence like it's always been a thing for her (and we've talked about it and she's said this herself!!!) but for some reason when it comes to makeup people are so resistant . anyways to me it was really important to discuss this with my older friend bc like i said her daughter is close to the age where this becomes a thing and i want to discourage them from letting her wear makeup so young as much as possible but the conversation just stalls bc people are like well :( i like wearing makeup :( you can't tell me what to like :(
#same thing happened when i was talking to my mom and sister about it#and like here's the fucking gag is that i used to wear tons of makeup!!!!#from the ages of 12-14 i barely left the house without it like i think i know what i'm talking about. i know first hand how it changes your#perception of yourself and makes you caught in a never ending cycle where you're so not used to what you look like without it that#your natural face looks AWFUL in comparison#i fucking know!!#and ofc there's something to be said for saying things kindly and not making statements like 'makeup is evil' if ur trying to have a real#discussion#but these are my friends who are so radical in other ways . and who would know that i'm just being dramatic to make a point if it was any#other situation#but god when it's makeup the feminism and critical thinking just leaves peoples bodies#like how is should i let my 9 year old wear makeup even a question and how am i the crazy one for being like. no
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Hi! Is it okay to request different Penguins (or only Arkham, if you don't write for all!) with a female reader who dresses in classic Lolita fashion? If you aren't familiar with the style, it refers to people who wear doll-like dresses, accessories and cutesy makeup! She also behaves in a very "dainty" way and is kind of shy, so I guess you could say she has soft mannerisms/personality! Thank you! <3
"Soft Fashion" Penguin Party x Reader
eyyyyy I don't get to write a ton of Penguin parties! Always exciting. Believe me, I'm rather familiar with the lolita style. It's not something I could wear or pull off, but I love looking at the different dresses and styles. I tend to like gothic styles or dresses with richer tones like you see in classic.
TW: some unhealthy/villanous relationship dynamics, doll play if you squint at 2022
Gotham
At first, he confuses the soft personality for someone to be manipulated and controlled. Another pawn to be used in his grandiose plans for King of Gotham. Then he fell for you. It should have been so easy not to but... What originally started as plots for how to use you swiftly became annoyance at the idea of other people trying to use you. It's so annoying! He supposes he'll have to look after you forever now.
Honestly? The fashion itself makes him feel masculine in a positive, non-toxic way. He's rather used to people looking at him or thinking of him as effeminate because of his smaller stature and method of dress- Not that effeminate is bad, not at all. Yet, it's frustrating when your gender identity is distinctly male.
So dating a woman who dresses in a highly feminine style gives him a reason to flash his peacock feathers, so to speak. In some ways, it encourages him to get flashier with his outfits. Why not? The two of you together, a complimentary pair...
And you two will have matching elements when you go out. Whether it's small color coordination, or the same fabric was used for your dress and his handkerchief- It's a subtle way of telling others to back off.
Would be willing to try the Ouji fashion for you. A prince to your princess. He'd look fucking good in it, too.
BTAS
Obviously, you are a woman of status. This put him on guard at first, given his past run-ins with women like that using him for gag amongst her peers. He thought of how he should dupe you first before you could dupe him! Then he saw some cad harassing you for your purse and your genuine gentle nature- Bother.
His assumption was that you must be a lady of some kind to be dressing up like that. Perhaps the last of your true kind here in Gotham. You were everything a Lady should be- impeccably dressed, polite and well-mannered. Of course, some of that could be his own bias painting a perfect portrait of you. He wasn't wrong, in a way. Money and familial status does not necessarily a Lady make.
He has opinions about his favorite style of dresses and he has 0 shame sharing them. Mind you, he won't stop you from wearing things he "disapproves" of, he's not some moronic numbskull who feels entitled to your body and the clothes on it. Yet you might notice he tends to like fancier dresses with longer skirts, to the knee and below. Oh! and the ones with matching gloves, oh, those are lovely. He can't wear gloves himself due to his... condition. He loves seeing them on your delicate fingers.
There are moments you might need to pep him up as he stands next to you. He's aware that no matter how well he dresses there are still "flaws" in his appearance. Then he'll tell you what a lovely creature you are, inside and out!
Burton
Oh boy. Look. You need to know it now, but this man is not soft, nor is he anything related or parallel to dainty. He's crass, he's short and he's rather grungy. But holy fuck all, he likes looking at you.
The big problem is the pawing. He already has a handsy problem when being with anybody because the man craves social and physical intimacy after being denied it for so, so terribly long... Seeing you all dressed up is kind of like finally getting your mitts on the porcelain plate that was in the cabinet for all those years. The ones you got punished if you ever touched them. So now you kind of want to just smash it against a wall and-
No, wait. That metaphor went a little too far. What he means to say is, he wants to see the dress come off. With his teeth, but you seem like you wouldn't like that. Yeah, he figured you wouldn't like that.
It takes so much self control for him not to be a little freak around you but the fact that he does says so much. He'll crack an awful, nasty little joke, expecting to see color rise to your cheeks. Dancing along that line of too much and just enough. Anybody else fucks with you in that way, though, and he'll break their hands.
The two of you are an odd pair. Yet there's no doubt there's plenty of love to go around.
Arkham games
He's so about showing off his partner in nice things as a status symbol and lolita dresses cost a fuck-ton so he's already into it. He actually doesn't need an explanation because unlike some others on this list, he's been to Japan and the harajuku shopping district in his prime crime days. Y'know. Before his wings got clipped (banned entry into the country).
It's about the image. The status. When you're decked out in warm winter lolita fashion to accompany him to his Iceberg Lounge, it just says something to other people. You're his most special companion who gets everything you desire. And you earn it by just being you!
And... you know. Following his rules. Shy, dainty, and soft. You're like the prim and proper ladies at the boarding school he was shipped off to as a lad. To be treasured by some. In his line of work- to be fleeced.
Oh, not to worry, lamb. You do everything he says, and no one will be able to touch you. You keep to his hours, to his place- He's been a bit of a collector for a long time, love. Think of it like an elegant birdcage to keep you away from the filthy vermin that want to sully your wings.
That and don't comment about his eating habits. Follow all that and he'll get you whatever you want. You can be the adorable puffin to his penguin!
Batman 2022
He does not get it at first. Ain't lolita that book about the creepy guy who adopted the teenager he wanted to sleep with? oh. They made a fashion out of it? Why? That seems like a whole mess of implications, ya know? Sure, people dress up in Gotham in all kinds of weird shit these days, he just wants to know why this one.
Once you get into it, that it's only tangentially related, it's fashion, most importantly you like it- He'll tell you you're a cute little doll. His cute little doll.
It is funny given the kind of club he runs. Scantily clad men and women for entertainment about and yet you're... Very fully dressed, for the most part. If you ever wanted to get a little more risque, he wouldn't mind. A shorter gown, a peek at those thighs above the stocking... He could get into that.
Speaking of dolls, he wouldn't mind dressing you up. Or at least picking out those outfits. He's got a good sense for a suit, he'd figure out what dresses and accessories look best on you for an occasion. Gives him a fun sense of control and power play he enjoys. Rolling your stockings onto you, rolling them back down. Kissing your knees and calf. You got him kneelin' for you, sweetheart. Ain't you just a pretty picture looking at him like that?
He's going to teach you how to use a gun. Something tiny you can fit in your bag. He plans on being there if anything should happen, but pretending you're completely safe in his hands given everything is uh. Foolish, in his opinion. At minimum, you're getting a fancy taser. You can make it cute if you want. You're much too nice to not know how to defend yourself if you got in a bad situation!
#gotham penguin#btas penguin#burton penguin#arkham penguin#2022 penguin#oswald cobblepot x reader#oswald cobblepot#foxwriting
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𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠 ➤ 𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙. & 𝑠𝑡𝑢 𝑚.
In which the reader comes home, completely broken-hearted and her two friends, Stu Macher and Billy Loomis, come in to put a smile on her face and show her how much they love her.
WARNINGS: This is a smut but not well written, lol. It’s mainly just oral, both receiving and giving. (male and female.) Also, if you squeeze your eyes really tight, you may get a glimpse of slight foreshadowing in which Billy and Stu killed the guy that broke the reader’s heart but blink and you might miss it. Anyways. Enjoy.
(Y/N) lied upon a soft feather mattress, cocooning herself in the silk sheets. A sad sigh surpassing her lips as the realization settles in, hitting her like a ton of bricks, like a cold bucket of water was thrown on her. She's alone. The room feels empty. Wait, no, scratch that.
It is empty. It's dark and cold and lonesome. As many blankets that surround her and although she has many draped around her body, her skin still somehow prickles with goosebumps and she's shivering.
Though, she knows it's not because she's cold. She isn't shaking because of that. Not really.
Before she could stop herself, her eyes start to glisten with tears, the corner of her eyes pooling with water and slowly but surely, they slide down her skin, wetting her cheeks.
Goddammit. God fucking dammit, she thinks, reaching over and grabbing the duvet comforter, she slides it over her head. Broken, silent sobs then proceed to escape past her lips, although she oh so desperately tries to hold them back. She fails miserably. Then, out of nowhere, she hears a little knock, followed by another.
Rolling over to lay on her stomach, (Y/N) buries her face into the nearest pillow, causing mascara tears to soak and stain the cushion as she continues to cry and sob.
Before she realizes it or even can acknowledge it, the window to her bedroom is being pulled up and her friends, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, step inside her bedroom.
"(Y/N)?"
(Y/N) is quick to flip around upon hearing her name, her heart hammering wildly against her chest.
"S-Stu? Billy? What the Hell are you guys doing here?" She relaxes, having seen her friends standing by her bedroom window rather than the man everybody was fearing lately in Woodsboro.
A masked man with a dark cloak and a spine-chilling voice. She was lucky she hadn't heard what he sounded like, she had enough nightmares as is.
It was hard to say whether or not it was a man behind the mask but regardless, whatever sex the person was, they were crazy, inside and out. End of story.
(Y/N) makes a mental note, reminding herself to lock her window next time and to keep track of that before she gets comfortable and goes to bed. Especially with what was happening everywhere in Woodsboro.
"We wanted to make sure you were okay." Billy said, walking over to the girl as he sat down next to her, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. Stu followed, nodding happily as he shows a few VHS tapes, gesturing them over to (Y/N).
"We brought movies to watch and snacks, too!" He exclaimed as he then pulled out a small plastic bag, dumping out the items onto her bed.
There was chips and candy and they were all her favorite flavors and brands, too. (Y/N) felt the tears pooling in the corner of her eyes again at the sweet gesture her friends were sharing with her.
"Oh... c'mon, don't be such a cry baby." Stu snickered but he wrapped his arms around (Y/N) and pulled her into a side hug, Billy following right behind, hugging her from her right.
"We love you, we've got your back, always, okay?"
"What Stu said. Besides, this world doesn’t deserve an angel like you, (Y/N).”
"Mhm." Stu nodded.
"I really liked him, that's all..... I should've known it was a set up to get back with his ex." (Y/N) said with a sniffle, running a hand over her face as she tries to rid herself of any left over makeup, especially getting rid of the mascara, although, if she were positive, that and her eyeliner were most likely now resting on the pillow she had cried into rather than on her face.
"Well, he's a fucking idiot." Billy growled. "He doesn't see how perfect you are, (Y/N)."
"Billy and I see that, though." Stu said, taking his hand off from her shoulder as he now rests his hand on her thigh, giving her a reassuring squeeze. It made (Y/N)'s breath hitch in her throat and she bites on her lower lip, nervously.
What were they doing....? She thinks.
“We would do anything for you. Absolutely anything.” Billy said.
"We'd do anything just to see you happy, just to see you smile..." Stu continued. "You deserve nothing but the best, deserve nothing but happiness."
"So, please... (Y/N)... let us give you that. Let us show you how beautiful and loved you really are. We love you.... we love you so much-"
"We love you so much we'd kill for you."
Billy looks over at Stu, giving him a questioning glare and (Y/N) goes to ask what that stare meant but her words are loss and any train of thought she had left the building once she feels both hands of Billy and Stu's on her thighs.
One on her left, the other on her right.
"So.... no movies then?" (Y/N) asked jokingly. Her heart, like earlier, was pounding so loud she swore both boys could hear it against her chest. Her body was trembling as it had done earlier but now, it wasn't from sadness or feeling broken but rather hot and bothered.
She did always have an attraction to Billy and Stu, she'd be a liar to say she didn't.
"We can watch them later. Right now, we want to see those legs of yours sprawled out, give us a view of that pretty pussy."
(Y/N) whined softly but she obeyed, and while she did, Billy grunted while Stu spoke softly, "Such a good girl for us. You're our good girl, aren't you, sweetheart?"
(Y/N) nodded as she stretched her legs on either side of her. All she was wearing was a thin gown, one that matched her sheets, being the fact both were silk.
"Oh.... so pretty, so beautiful." Stu purred, licking his lips, his eyes growing darker while Billy's did the same.
"Naughty though.... aren't you, baby? Not wearing any panties." Billy chuckled as he stood up, feet landing on the carpeted floor with a soft thud as he walks over to (Y/N), undoing his jeans and the belt that had been neatly placed in the hoops of the pants.
"Is it okay if you suck me off, darling? You want to be a good girl, don't you?"
(Y/N) says nothing, she's unable to speak. It was as if a cat had captured her tongue and ran off with it, and she couldn't get it back from the creature. She feels paralyzed, too. Everything feels as if it's going by too fast.
What an odd day.... she thinks. She didn't expect this to happen, not now, not ever. But she wasn't angry at it or the outcome of tonight's misfortune. It was just crazy how fast the night changes.
"Baby? I asked you a question... If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me.”
"Y-yes." (Y/N) stammered, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. "I'd love to suck you off, please, may I?"
"Oh!" Stu chirped, giggling as he shook his head from side to side, a wicked grin playing out across his lips. "She's got manners, fuck - we really found the perfect girl, haven't we, Billy?"
"Mhm." Billy said, pressing his cock to her lips. "Open up, sweetie. Let's see how pretty you look with a mouth full of cock."
While (Y/N) parts her lips open, and as Billy pushes himself in her wet and warm mouth, (Y/N) feels heat against her clit and before she can put two and two together, Stu's devouring her pussy with his tongue and she squeaks, bucking her hips up into his touch.
"Fuck! She tastes incredible. Can't believe I haven't gotten to you sooner." Stu said before pressing his face back in between her thighs, licking and lapping her cunt with his tongue, making her tremble and shake.
(Also makes her almost choke and gag on Billy's cock as he presses his cock further down her throat.)
Above, Billy nodded as he rocked his hips back and forth, eyes half-lidded, not quite shut but not all the way open either, as he grunts out an answer;
"She's good with her mouth too, Stu." He said.
"Not sure I can last long, sweetheart..." He warned and right as the words slip from his lips, it didn't take less than a second until (Y/N)'s mouth is being filled with Billy's creamy, white load.
"Oh.... fuck!" He grunts, pulling back as he drops down next to her on the bed.
"Go on, baby. Cum for Stu. You wanna be good for him too, don't you? Go on and cum.... cum all over his tongue, beautiful. I'm sure he'll love the taste of your juices, exploding into his mouth."
And fuckfuckfuck.....
FUCK~!!
"O-Oh!" (Y/N) mewls, bucking her hips into his mouth once more as the sweet release of her orgasm floods out of her and into Stu's mouth. Happily, Stu licks every drop up, pulling back with a very much pleased and satisficed smile.
"Both her and her pussy are so sweet." Stu complimented, now crawling up onto the bed and resting beside her, tucking his face into her neck as he presses a few ghostly kisses on her skin. "Love you."
"I love you, too."
"And what about me?" Billy said with a playful pout.
"I love you too, Billy Loomis." (Y/N) admitted, grinning as she scooted a few inches over, patting the empty spot next to her. "Sleep with us?"
Billy smiled in reply as he plopped down next to his now lovers, curling up in (Y/N)'s side and kissing the other side of her neck, the way Stu had done previously.
"I'll treat you to a good time too, tomorrow," (Y/N whispered, mainly to Stu but she turned and repeated the sentence to Billy as well. The boys look at each other with a smirk, giving one a knowingly glance before they turned back to (Y/N).
"Sounds like a plan, baby."
The smile she wore across her lips falls into a frown and the boys are quick to sit up, having seen the smile turn upside down. "Baby, are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"Babe....don't you lie to us."
"I'm not." She answers truthfully. "But.... this- I mean, us three, it's real, right?" She gestures in the air with a wave of her hand. "You won't play with my feelings and hurt me-"
"Baby." Billy's voice is rough and cold, and his grip on her is far from affectionate and soft. "We'd kill for you, remember?"
"We love you so much, (Y/N) you have no idea to what limits we'd go to prove that to you.”
She didn't understand why the two kept repeating that very first sentence but she didn't question it, didn't think anything of it. She smiled and nodded, rubbing at her eyes now tiredly.
"I love you both, too. Now... before I get too tired, can we watch those movies you rented?"
Billy laughed softly as Stu scrambled up and on his feet, grabbing the candy and the films that had fallen on the bed off of the floor and goes to set the VHS player up, clicking the TV on with a push of a button.
"You're gonna love these, (Y/N)! It's a new horror movie that came out!"
"As long as it's not a slasher with a mask like the one that's hanging around in Woodsboro, I'm fine with anything. Whenever that monster goes away, I'll be fine and more than happy to watch slasher films again... just not now." She says with a laugh.
"Don't worry, baby. With us around, you’ll be safe and sound. We’ll protect you.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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calculated iii, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: You wanted to say that you were able to control yourself around him and not to have wild sex at school. But this is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about. And what Jungkook wants, Jungkook gets. You wore that pencil skirt for a reason, after all.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; intense smut (fem reader, semi-public sex, dirty talk, nipple play, choking, m-receiving oral, gagging, pussy spanking, fingering, penetrative sex); fluff; non-idol!AU - university!AU; dom!Jungkook x sub!noona!reader, ft Jimin once again, lol
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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv
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Career Week was somewhat of a nightmare.
So much running around, prepping tables, setting up presentations, helping the guests with their computers before their seminars, and you had to be dressed professionally too. Not just ‘nice’ clothes, but white dress shirt, slim black tie, tailored black vest, and matching fitted black slacks. It had to be monotone, it had to be hyper professional, and you had to wear heels.
Why had you agreed to this again?
Oh, yes, Kim Namjoon on his knees begging for help because he was overworked and they needed volunteers. And you, being far too responsible, accepted.
Not only were you also overworked, but Jeon Jungkook was staring at you across the auditorium.
In all-black – leather jacket, high-necked shirt, slim-fit jeans. Sharp jawline, tanned high cheekbones, piercing dark brown eyes, his black hair pushed back with a few strands on his forehead, revealing his clean undercut.
And he was smirking at you.
You highly doubted he was here to investigate prospective career paths. Actually, you were a hundred-and-ten percent positive that that was not the reason he was here and the soreness between your inner thighs proved it. You were willing to bet Park Jimin’s right nutsack.
Yeah, sorry Jimin, but you needed all your body parts.
For one reason, really, and that reason was staring you right now.
Who was going to hire him when he was dressed like that anyway? You certainly wouldn’t. Mostly because it was distracting. No one could work with Jeon Jungkook looking like that. You couldn’t, anyway. Well, maybe if his work was wrecking your–
Get back to your damn task, you scolded yourself.
You were setting up chairs for the cardiologist that was arriving soon. All the doctors always had tons of students listening, so the administration instructed you to pack as many seats that could be crammed into the space without causing a fire hazard. You unfolded the metal chairs, arranging them neatly, already knowing they would be an incomprehensible mess when the students left and that you would be the one cleaning up after them.
Sigh.
Come to think of it, it was all Park Jimin’s fault that you were being violently undressed by Jungkook’s eyes right now. If he had kept his trap shut and let you live in blissful ignorance, maybe you wouldn’t be trying to hide your wincing every time you bent over. You snuck a glance at Jungkook.
He cocked an eyebrow, highly amused.
Never mind, you probably still would have been accosted at Calculus I office hours, except instead of the door being closed and locked and having Jimin’s warning texts, you two probably would have been caught and expelled.
You grumbled and slid a chair into place, taking back your former thoughts and thanking Jimin in your mind. He wasn’t even here to witness your inner struggle.
Jimin probably would have found it funny.
You went back to your chairs, not addressing Jeon Jungkook’s presence anymore because if you looked at him again, you probably would have abandoned your post. And he knew it.
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The next day, you already knew Jungkook would show up again. Mostly because he texted you a winking face of a semicolon and parenthesis, to which you didn’t respond, because you would probably get roped into phone sex in under twenty seconds, and you had to help this extremely riveting lawyer set up his laptop for the projector.
As in, you were ready to tape his mouth shut as he blabbed on and on about his work and how important it was to society, which it was, because defense attorneys were very important, but this guy’s laptop was a fucking hot mess of icons all over his desktop. This was a personal pet peeve of yours, as you liked to be neat and organized, with everything clearly labeled with dates. You didn’t care about most people’s personal habits, but it was annoying when you were trying to assist and the owner of said laptop was not shutting up and demanding noises of affirmation that you were listening.
If it wasn’t Jungkook demanding you to swallow his cock, you honestly couldn’t give a single shit–
You finally got his PowerPoint working and had him scroll through the slides to make sure it was the correct one. He thanked you and you realized the older man was looking at you up and down, the same way Jungkook usually did, except in this case you were not even remotely interested.
Guess everyone had the right to get a good look before they die.
You were wearing a white chiffon blouse with a black silk neck scarf, with a tight knee-length black pencil skirt, sheer tights and sleek black heels. You knew how good your ass looked in this skirt and you had worn it for a specific purpose.
“We will be letting the students in five minutes early to get settled,” you stated briskly, cutting the older man from his daydreams. “You will have forty-five minutes for your presentation, and then we’ll have a fifteen-minute question session, led by my associate, Kim Namjoon here.”
As if on cue, Namjoon appeared, cheerful smile with cute dimples, handing the lawyer a mic.
“Let’s test the microphone and the backup to make sure you don’t have any hiccups,” Namjoon instructed merrily, instantly captivating the man’s attention and diverting it from you.
You mouthed a ‘thank you’ behind the man’s back and Namjoon gave you the tiniest of nods as you excused yourself. Hmph. You knew people would notice – you were wearing makeup for once and would be around students and professionals all day, after all – but to be so shameless and gawk like that was annoying. Plus, the guy probably had a wife and kids.
You made your way to the bathroom to check your appearance. Maybe your makeup was a bit off or something. You had Jimin check you over this morning. Surprisingly, he knew a lot about cosmetics and how to look good in all lighting. Must be a dance major thing.
Ah, the door to the women’s bathroom. You hiked your skirt up a bit do you could use your damn knees to walk, because they had been suffocating for the past two hours–
Long fingers suddenly gripped your upper arm and yanked you around the corner, slamming you into a muscular body and black biker jacket. You nearly stumbled in your heels, but a second hand came to practically lift you off the floor and shove you into the wall.
“Good afternoon, noona.”
A clear, silvery voice.
You couldn’t possibly guess who it was.
“Why, fancy seeing you here, Jung–”
You were abruptly cut off by his lips crashing into yours, one hand grabbing the back of your head and disturbing your perfect bun. You whimpered, feeling him shove you into the wall again, your shoulder blades hitting the painted brick. His tongue slid into your mouth, exhaling into your throat and forcing you swallow his breath. Your hands clutched your skirt, moaning as his hard body pressed yours against the wall.
Jungkook drew back, panting a little. Looking so handsome with his slightly slicked-back hair, black strands around his right eye, chiseled jawline, silver hoops glinting in the hall light. He arched a sculpted eyebrow at you, smirking. His pink lips had a little red on them from kissing you.
“Now, you know you can’t be looking so delicious and not expect me to want to eat you up,” he purred, licking your lips. Your breathing hitched at the touch, unlocking your death grip on your skirt.
“What are you talking about?” you answered evenly despite your panties literally turning into Niagara Falls with the way he was looking at you like a carnivore at an all-meat buffet. “I have to dress like this for Career Week. Everyone has to dress professionally.”
Jungkook nodded, not believing a single word coming out of your mouth. His right hand came up, ink black tattoos against tan skin, and reached around to your bun, slowly pulling the hairpins out. Your skin tingled at the sensation of your hair gradually unravelling.
“A professional that I would hire to sit on my dick,” he mused.
You raised an eyebrow at him, your hair tumbling around your shoulders. “Subtle.”
Jungkook showed you the removed hairpins, opened his jacket, and tucked them in his inner pocket.
“I wouldn’t work for you anyway,” you added haughtily.
With each passing moment, Jungkook was becoming increasingly amused and aroused. You could tell by the way he was shoving his crotch into your thigh and by how wide his smirk was getting. The slacks he was wearing did nothing to hide his erection and you had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t care.
“Oh? Why not?”
“I don’t know if I could trust someone younger than me to do a good job.”
He was unbuttoning your chiffon blouse now, humming. “I’m good at many things.” His dark eyes flickered to yours. “I think you would know.”
Your hands grabbed his despite him already having all the visible buttons completely open. Cold air drifted onto your heaving chest and white lace bra.
“Jungkook, we’re in a public place, again,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.
“I don’t recall that being a problem,” he drawled, removing his hands from yours and squeezing your ass. “I’m beginning to think you like it.”
You sucked in a breath as his strong hands kneaded you through your skirt. Your hormones would absolutely let Jungkook rip off your clothes right here and let him fuck you, but the sliver of your brain that had any sense at all reminded you that you had to find a closed space. Jungkook slapped your ass, loudly, the sound echoing across the empty hallway. You nearly moaned, but bit your tongue, glaring at him.
“I have to get back,” you snapped. “And look presentable.”
Jungkook licked his teeth. “Hm. You have an hour before you have to appear to the public eye.”
Who the heck told him that? He smirked slyly at you as he saw your reaction.
“I could drag you to the bathroom–”
“At least give me more class than the woman’s bathroom,” you interrupted.
Jungkook looked annoyed that you had cut him off and also looked like he was going to remind you later. His fingers dug into your hips sharply and you gasped, back pressed flat against the wall. He inhaled a deep breath and began again, voice dangerously low.
“As I was saying,” he continued. “I’m going to take you into this classroom that I stole the key for.”
You frowned as Jungkook hoisted you up swiftly, princess-style, shirt still wide open. Fuck, what was he so strong for? He carried you down the hallway to the classrooms. You tried to close your shirt, but he growled at you, so you rolled your eyes and pushed the sides open, letting your bra-covered tits hang out. He seemed satisfied about this.
“Why would you steal a key?” you muttered as he deftly kicked the door open.
Jungkook slid through the door sideways. “So I could fuck you, of course.”
He dropped you and you had to catch yourself on your heels before you broke an ankle and ate shit. Half the lights turned on. You could hear him locking the door as you smoothed your skirt.
You turned to face him, saying, “You shouldn’t be a thief just because you’re horny, Jungkook.”
Jungkook turned around slowly from the now locked door. You were about to say something else, but your words died in your throat as you witnessed the overwhelming lust in his dark piercing eyes.
“I would be a thief, a murderer, and evade taxes for your body,” he snarled, advancing on you.
You pulled your blouse out of your skirt so he wouldn’t rip it, backing up into the desks. “You’ll get caught with the last one,” you said quietly, already removing your blouse and letting it fall onto a spare seat. “First two are acceptable.”
Jungkook grinned devilishly, licking his pink lips.
“Come here.”
You chewed on your lower lip, staring at his beautiful eyes, finding yourself already walking to him, heels clicking loudly in the empty room, but it didn’t matter, because he was the master now and you were the willing servant. Or slave.
Take your pick.
He smirked at your obedience, placing his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. His dark orbs lingered down your body, focusing on all his favorite spots, pressing his fingertips into your skin.
“One day,” you said quietly. “We’re going to get in trouble.”
Jungkook’s powerful dark orbs shifted upwards, capturing yours. Time slowed down. You stared into his dark brown eyes, unable to look away, your heart beating in time with his words.
“You’re already in trouble.”
Voice haunting you, teasing smirk on his lips, and perfectly in command.
“From the second you let me have my hands on you.”
You gasped as his nails dug into your skin, scratching down your collarbones, leaving red marks. He snapped the straps of your bra, hard, and you whined, eyes pleading for him to take it off. His palms pressed into the lace cups, squeezing them roughly. Tongue dancing in between his lips as he felt your nipples harden, barely covered by the lace.
“You’re so dirty, noona,” he purred, lowering his palms and pinching your nipples through the thin fabric, smirking at your wanton moan. “Wearing such slutty underwear under these professional clothes.”
You whimpered as he tugged on them. “No one’s going to see them but you, Jungkook.”
He clamped your nipples between his thumbs and knuckles, dragging you to him. You sank your teeth into your lower lip, pussy throbbing as you collided with his firm chest. His breath was scorching hot against your skin, making you shiver.
“What if someone finds out? Some idiot like a perverted old man staring at your ass in this skirt?”
You snorted. “I’ll rip his head off.”
Jungkook snickered, flicking your nipples with your answer. “You wouldn’t let me do it for you?”
Your hips rolled into his, hands on his waist to keep yourself up as he played with you. “I’ll reattach it for you so you can do the same.”
He laughed, almost a little too jovially for the part he was playing, but then he was back, tipping his head close to yours, blowing soft air onto your lips. You frowned, glaring at him for the lack of kiss.
“If possible, you’re even hotter dressed like this,” Jungkook murmured, his forehead against yours. “So prim and proper, even with a cute gag tied around your neck,” he added, playing with the ends of your neck scarf. “You could be a CEO, and I could be the janitor fucking you on your penthouse-floor desk.” He was undoing your scarf now, teasing it apart, making you breathless. “Maybe fuck you against the window so everyone can see how good I make you feel, noona.”
“Give yourself a little more credit than a janitor,” you muttered, stiffening as Jungkook ran his fingertips over your throat, nails grazing your skin.
“True, I would rather be your secretary so I can follow you around and stare at your ass in this skirt,” he chuckled, lacing his fingers around your neck. Thumb under your ear, the other four fingers under your other ear. You made eye contact with him. He looked almost bored, one of his eyebrows raised, but he was watching you, predatory and attentive.
“I know what I’m doing.”
His whisper was so soft that you barely heard it, but the words were there.
His grip tightened around your throat.
You gasped, feeling the blood flow thinning, hazing your mind. Jungkook watched your expression, reaching around with the hand that was holding your scarf, unclasping your lace bra. You could feel it fall down your arms, but your thoughts were rapidly being clouded by lightheadedness and lust, Jungkook smirking at you as he lifted the silk scarf into your vision.
“J… Jungkook…” you choked out.
The mole underneath his lower lip winked at you as he grinned, brushing the silk against your hard, abused nipples, touch so light, and yet it made your whine, wanting more stimulation but unable to ask because you knew he was toying with you.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook taunted. “Not intense enough for my naughty noona?”
He choked you harder and you couldn’t respond, eyes rolling back into your head as black spots danced in your vision, the sensation intensifying but still not enough, not enough, and you shoved your hips into his repeatedly, whimpering, hands clutching his black shirt, nails digging into his abs.
“So needy for me,” he breathed, feathery touches of silk against your nipples. “Are you only mine?”
He leaned forward, loosening his grip a little. The blood violently rushed back into your head and all you could hear Jungkook’s cruel whisper of your name, tearing a moan from your lips, a raspy yes, yes, fuck, Jungkook, I’m only yours.
He chuckled darkly.
Then he forced you to your knees, tits bouncing uncomfortably as you slid on your heels, knees hitting the tile floor. You clutched his clothed legs, panting, brain only half-functioning due to the lack of blood and the relentless teasing. You lifted your head back up to look at him, panting hard.
Jungkook cracked his neck sharply, a harsh pop. “I want to believe you, noona, but you’re dressed so fucking sexy that I can’t.” His dark eyes bore into you, tearing you up, and you were dripping onto your inner thighs. He emphasized his words with a raise of his eyebrow.
“Letting other people fantasize about this body that belongs to me isn’t acceptable.”
His hands reached down, fingers of his right hand playing with the button of his pants, tattoos dancing with his movement. He smirked as you watched him, eyes darting from his face to his hands. Shit, you were nearly drooling with anticipation. You swallowed as he teased the button free.
“You gonna show me that you remember who you belong to?”
You nodded quickly, maybe too quickly, but it was doomed now anyway because Jungkook was lowering the zipper, pushing down his pants and underwear, past his muscular thighs. It was obvious this was getting him off as much as it was getting you off, because he was rock-hard, leaking, tip already a dark red. Jungkook grabbed the back of your head and shoved his hips into your cheek, smearing his pre-cum onto your skin, all the way up to your cheekbone. He hissed, using his hand to press the head against your temple, nearly into your hair.
Fuck, he was so fucking close to your mouth, but he wasn’t letting you have it.
Damnnit.
Your tongue snaked out and softly licked his balls, eyes on his face, watching him tip his head back and moan. You licked more, creeping your head closer, pressing your lips against his hot skin. He was letting you do it, holding his cock out of the way as you wrapped your lips around his balls and sucked, pushing them around with your tongue, pleading noises in your throat, begging him for his cock as you bobbed your head up and down under his hips.
Jungkook’s dark eyes shifted down to you, triumphant grin on his lips.
“You want to swallow my cock, noona?” he teased, smacking it against your face, leaving a string of pre-cum connecting your cheek to his cock. You narrowed your eyes at him, as if to say, no fucking shit, you punk ass bitch, and he chuckled deep in his chest. He looked past your head, down your back.
“Such a nice ass.”
You smacked his leg, aware that he was doing it on purpose to piss you off. He smirked knowingly, placing his palm on your forehead and pushing you off his balls.
“Swallow it all and don’t choke,” Jungkook snarled, shoving his cock into your open mouth.
Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, relaxing your throat muscles as Jungkook forcefully pushed into your lips, sighing with satisfaction as he buried himself to the hilt, his strong fingers tangled in your hair.
“Fuck, so good,” he moaned, making his cock throb into the roof of your mouth. You whined, hands on his hips, waiting for him to let you move. “Your throat feels so fucking good, noona. If only they knew how good you are, how perfectly slutty you are for me.” He snickered, releasing his hand, glaring down into your eyes.
“But they’re never going to know, because you’ll never service another cock ever again.”
You whimpered, nails digging into his thighs.
He ticked his chin at you. “Go on, noona. Show me how much you love my cock.”
You began to move, pressing your tongue against the bottom as you slid up and down his length, moaning at his taste. So good. You generated more saliva and ran it all over the head, sucking hard. He inhaled sharply as you teased the sensitive underside, tongue against the opening.
“That’s it,” Jungkook breathed. “Give it to me like you mean it.”
You gripped his thighs and began to bob your head back and forth, ramming the head into the back of your throat and squeezing it before arching your neck so it ran across the roof of your mouth and then back down so it hit your throat again. Was this going to make you hoarse? Probably, but you didn’t a single shit, because Jungkook moaning for you and telling you how good you were was much more important. The pace was slow at first, but you went faster and faster, tighter, your breasts bouncing with every movement, eyes closed to savor his taste and steel your concentration of not gagging because Jungkook was so big, so thick, so perfectly rough, and your tongue could feel him throbbing inside your mouth.
“Fuck,” he growled above you, nearly feral with desire. “Fuck, I’m going to cum down that perfect throat of yours, noona.”
His thighs tensed under your hands and you knew he was close. You increased the intensity, neck straining, already aching with how fast you were going.
“Drink it all and don’t fucking waste it.”
Jungkook grabbed you by your hair and thrusted his hips into your face, moaning lustfully as he shot into your mouth, hot creamy strings into your throat. You swallowed fast to avoid choking, gulping loudly as he gave you more, more, fuck it was so delicious that you gasped, swirling your tongue around his jerking cock and lapping it all up. Whimpering, you wrapped your lips around the head and milked it dry, rubbing your lips against the skin where the head and length connected.
“You’re so fucking good,” Jungkook sighed, running his fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face. “So messy and dirty. I love it, noona.” He pressed your mouth down his entire length and held you there.
Your name drifted out of his lips, a sweet exhale.
He kept you there. You felt some of your spit drip down your chin and hit your breasts. You flinched at the coldness, still holding onto his hips. Jungkook finally looked down at you, chest heaving, panting. He looked like he wanted to say something. You shot him a questioning look, unable to respond, mouth still full of his cock.
He released your head, untangling his fingers from your hair. You drew your mouth back, rubbing your jaw and throat a little. Jungkook had a strange expression, lips parted, brows furrowed, the muscles in his neck tensed. He seemed a bit spaced out. You tilted your head.
Something felt off.
You stood up with as much grace as you could, knees aching, heels snapping to the tile floor. He still wasn’t looking at you. You backed up, to the desks, finding a study one.
“Jungkook.”
You smacked the wood loudly with your flat palm.
He whipped his head towards you, dark eyes flashing. Perfect. You smirked, placing your hands on your pencil skirt. Sank your fingers in, gripping the fabric. Jungkook’s voracious eyes watched your movement, each hike revealing more and more of your legs. A slow smirk formed on his lips. You yanked your skirt all the way up to your waist, revealing your white lace panties and sheer pantyhose, black fabric bunched around your waist.
Jungkook reached down and pulled his pants up, raising his eyebrows as he walked over, lower lip in between his teeth as he grinned at you.
“That’s a dangerous position to be in, noona,” he purred. “You know I love fucking you on a desk.”
You bounced your ass up onto the table, closing your legs, knees together. Placed your hands on your lap, pushing your tits together. Jungkook licked his lips, the predatory glint back in his eye. You kept your tone stern, with a hint if disapproval.
“Really? Because for a second there, I was beginning to think you lost your nerve.”
The menace in his eyes made your shiver with anticipation. You could tell Jungkook liked it too, your word selection, your tone, your defiance. He shrugged out of his leather jacket, and it fell to the floor with an oppressive thump. You sucked in a tight breath. The shirt was short sleeved, exposing his tattooed right forearm and his equally beautiful tanned left one. Some of his long black hair was falling down, brushing against his right cheekbone.
His eyes were so dark that you felt like they were devouring you.
Jungkook placed his large hands on your knees and vehemently shoved them apart, spreading your legs wide. He gave you a cold, expressionless stare as he placed a hand on your stomach, putting you onto your elbows, hips tipped up towards him. You were embarrassingly wet, juices soaked into your inner thighs, lace panties already molded to your soaked folds, the sheer pantyhose doing nothing to protect you from him and his hungry eyes. His voice was icy, making your pussy throb with need.
“Noona, if you close your legs, I’m going to punish you,” Jungkook warned.
Part of you wanted to know what the punishment was, but the other part of you really wanted to orgasm, so kept your snide remark to yourself and simply nodded.
Jungkook removed his hands from your knees and placed them on your shuddering breasts. Fuck. You hadn’t realized you were so horny until Jungkook touched you. A pained whimper strained in your throat.
The side of his lips curved upwards.
“Does my dirty, slutty noona want to be fucked?” His nails sank down, digging into your skin. “Do you want to be used by me, your tight little pussy stretched out and pleading for more?” Jungkook leaned forward, breathing into your face, growling whisper against your lips. He pinched your nipples and you moaned, wanting to kiss him, but knowing he wasn’t going to let you. He chuckled darkly, seeing your desperation.
“Do you want to be a slave for Jungkookie’s cock, noona?”
Fuuuuuuuck.
Your heart was beating so fast that your breathing was coming out in little gasps as he twisted your nipples harshly, rubbing the tips with his thumb. Your legs shook, threatening to close because the lack of friction was killing you.
“Y-yes, Jungkook, fuck yes.”
He yanked on your nipples and slapped them, making you hiss with pain, flinching as the sting shot up your chest. Jungkook reached into his back pocket and produced the silk neck scarf.
“Keep quiet for me noona or everyone will know how much of a slut you are for me.”
And then he shoved your own scarf into your parted lips, gagging you. Not a second too soon, because, without warning, Jungkook immediately spanked your barely clothed clit. You yelped around the silk, thighs quivering. He gripped one of your thighs, digging his nails into it, tearing the sheer pantyhose a little.
“Don’t move and take it,” he snarled.
Your back arched as Jungkook began to slap your pussy, hard, unforgiving, loud, and making you wetter and wetter, so much so his hand was slipping a little with each smack. You screamed around the scarf, hips trembling as they rose to meet each hit, flaring pain in between your thighs but so, so good. He clenched his jaw, dark eyes on your quickly reddening pussy lips that were sucking your panties deeper and deeper into your slit.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, you’re so hot and so fucking perfect for me.”
He removed his hand from your thigh and ripped the center seam of your pantyhose apart.
You started, eyes widening as you watched him tear through it, yelling at him through the scarf. You still needed to wear those! The small tears were one thing, but a full-on giant rip at the crotch was not going to be comfortable to wear for the rest of the day.
Jungkook smirked, raising a hand to his ear. “What’s that? Can’t hear you.”
You glared at him and was about to remove the scarf from your mouth to scold him, but his smirk turned into a roguish grin.
“Hm? Slap you harder and abuse your clit?”
You paled.
“My pleasure.”
You threw you head back as Jungkook mercilessly spanked your now only lace-covered clit, impossibly fast, towering over you and hooking his arm under your back, dragging you to him, arching your spine more, more, so your tits were straight up, bouncing right in his face as he changed from smacking your clit to rubbing it just as fast, rougher, so intense you were hoarsely wailing into the gag.
All of a sudden, your orgasm violently rammed into you, pleasure racking your entire body, amplified by stinging pain. Your pussy clenched around nothing, wetly squelching as Jungkook breathed hotly down on your nipples, still rubbing you through your orgasm, not letting up. You shook your head furiously, trying to tell him it was too much, that you were too sensitive, but you didn’t lift your hands to stop him, only spreading your fingers against the table, palms flat as your hips raised to his fingers.
You felt his hair brush against your nipples as he licked your cleavage, smirking up at your face.
“One more and then I’ll fuck you the way I want to, noona.”
Your legs were losing feeling from how hard you were locking them in place as you felt Jungkook pry your lace panties out of your pussy, shoving them to one side. Oh shit. You moaned as you felt him shove two fingers into you, eyes squeezing shut as he added a third, scissoring them as he smiled cruelly at you, eagerly watching your reaction.
“Such a greedy pussy, sucking in my fingers like this,” Jungkook drawled, your walls clenching around them, feeling every callus and every joint, all the way to his knuckles. “All mine, my beautiful, slutty noona.”
You would have asked Jungkook what the time was if your brain could still function, but your brain timed itself out, because Jungkook was thrusting his fingers into you now, filling you up, and feeding your need and desperation, assaulting your pussy with pleasure. The pain of your stinging, puffy lips rubbing against his hand added to the ecstasy, heightening it, your moaning now unintelligible behind the silk scarf that was saturated with your saliva. The sound was obscene, sloppy smacking sounds of your drenched hole getting pounded into the desk.
You threw your head back and choked out his name around the makeshift gag, throbbing pussy clamping down on his fingers. Thick, viscous liquid gushed out onto his palm, the back of his hand, dripping down to his wrist. It was so intense that your entire body jerked up into Jungkook’s face, hitting him with your tits.
If Jungkook was mad about it, he didn’t show it. He wrenched his slick fingers out and you whined, watching him with glazed eyes as licked them off, ferally growling at your taste. He released your back from his arm and you slid down, laying against the desk, panting.
“You taste extra delicious today, noona,” he chuckled. “Candy always tastes better in cute packaging.”
You barely had time to register that Jungkook had just compared you to a fucking convenience store snack before he yanked down his pants again, whipping out a foil packet and ripping it open. Less than a second and the condom was on, and then Jungkook shoved his cock into you, a startled gasp dying in your very over-used throat.
Jungkook moaned your name above you, softly and lustfully, pulling your hips closer to him so he was all the way inside you. You clenched around his length and he sighed, small smirk on his pink lips, eyelids fluttering.
“You’re going to kill me one day with how perfectly tight you are for me,” he mumbled.
Your eyes found his and he grinned, looking down at you through his lashes, his hair obscuring half his face.
Fuck, you could stare at him all day.
Jungkook placed your legs around his waist, finally letting them rest from the forced spreading. He roughly jerked his hips into yours and you whimpered, nails clawing into the desk. His fingers dug into your hips and he set his jaw, beginning a hard, fast pace, slapping your hips together, fucking you into the desk. It scraped noisily into the floor, but neither of you cared, you abused pussy lips rubbing against his crotch every time his hips met yours, carried to new heights of pain and pleasure, loving every second, every moment of Jungkook using you to chase his own orgasm, his cock swelling and dragging against your tight walls. So much. So full.
You could never be satisfied with another cock.
“Fuck.”
Jungkook hissed, grip on your hips tightening, bruising you with his fingertips.
“Fuck, noona, I love you.”
Your heart stopped.
And then your orgasm crashed down, overtaking you completely, your head smacking the desk and seeing stars, clenching around Jungkook’s cock and pulsating violently around his length, soaking his thighs with your juices, scent so strong you were sure whatever class that was going to use this lecture hall next was going to smell your cum splattering to the floor.
Jungkook gritted his teeth and rammed his hips into you, dragging you down to meet every thrust, intensifying your orgasm, ripping your pantyhose even more. Once, twice, three times, and he groaned, shuddering as he spilled into the condom, cock shivering inside you as he came. You could feel how much it was, pressing against your walls.
His long hair was all over his face, black strands clinging to his tan skin, sweat dripping off his chin, pink lips quivering, dark eyes roaming over your fucked-out form. Panting hard, matching your heavy, grating breaths behind your now saliva-drenched neck scarf. After a long moment, Jungkook reached down and held onto the condom, slowly pulling out of you.
Holy fuck.
Holy fuck.
You reached up with a shaking hand, pulling the silk out of your mouth. It came out in a long strip of fabric, smacking against your cheek as your removed it from your lips.
Holy.
Fuck.
You sat up, your body screaming at you, seeing Jungkook breathing hard, tying up the condom.
“Did you just tell me you love me?”
Jungkook’s ears turned bright red. He chewed on his lip, biting it hard before facing you. Dark brown eyes suddenly vulnerable, scared. It was the most uncharacteristic expression you had ever witnessed on Jeon Jungkook’s chiseled, handsome face.
“Uh… yeah.”
There was a moment where you realized both you two were mostly naked in a random classroom, clothes thrown everywhere, having made a mess once again.
“Sorry,” Jungkook added quickly. “It slipped out.”
You blinked at him. “Why are you apologizing?”
He rubbed his nose, looking away.
“Well… aren’t you just fucking me because you like to be dominated?”
You frowned. “No, I’m fucking you because I’m in love with you.”
You saw Jungkook freeze. He turned his head robotically, eyes wide and doe-like. “R-really?”
You looked down to notice that your heels were on the tile floor. When had you lost those? You grumbled, trying to straighten out your panties and the remains of your pantyhose. It was doomed. You shrugged, dangling your legs over the edge of the desk as you looked back at Jungkook and his surprised expression. You raised an eyebrow.
“Are you really that much of an idiot?” you muttered, your own cheeks burning, letting out a puff of annoyed air. “Yes, I love you. Why else would I tolerate you staring at me like I’m some kind of zoo animal? Why else would I risk getting in trouble by running around like this? Why else would I let you fuck me at school, in the middle of the damn day, again?”
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. “Erm… because I’m hot?”
You rubbed your forehead and sighed exasperatedly, standing up, instantly wincing. Jungkook took a step forward to catch you, but he almost tripped on his pants down his ankles. You caught yourself against the desk and raised a hand, shaking your head.
“Pack your damn dick,” you muttered. You yanked your tights down your legs, removing them and balling them up. They were useless now anyway. You found your bra and put it back on as you eyed your chiffon blouse. Good thing it wasn’t ripped. It only took you a moment to slip it back on, rebuttoning it and tucking it into your skirt. You pulled your pencil skirt back down, straightening it, thighs immediately sticking together from your own fluids.
Yup, still no more comfortable than yanking your pants back on after a session with Jungkook.
You noticed him putting his leather jacket back on and picking up the condom wrapper. He took the silk scarf from the table and shoved it in his back pocket. You went back to him to gather your shoes, but he knelt down, holding out your black heels as if you were Cinderella.
“I can just–”
“Step.”
His tone was sharp and you immediately obeyed, raising your foot and stepping into your shoe. First one, then the other. Jungkook stood back up, exhaling a little. You looked up at him. His chocolate eyes flitted about tensely. He opened his mouth to speak.
“Do you… uh…”
You cut him off. “Jungkook, if you cheat on me, I will personally castrate you with a spoon.”
He cringed. “Ouch.”
You took the used condom and the wrapper bits from him, shoving them into your balled-up pantyhose. You marched towards the door confidently, pain shooting throughout your body with every step. Jungkook called after you.
“Your hairpins.”
You turned your head back a little.
“You can drop them off at my apartment later.”
And then you unlocked the door and stepped out of the classroom.
Park Jimin waved at you, grinning. Plump lips curved into a mischievous smile, wearing a denim jacket and jeans. You almost jumped seeing him standing there. What the fuck is with this guy’s timing? He eyed your hand holding your ruined pantyhose and you put it behind your back, glaring at him.
“I told Namjoon you had a lady emergency.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows at you before holding up your phone and black purse, the belongings you had left in the back room. “You took longer than you should have.”
You felt your ears burn. “Shit. I need to get back.”
“To Jungkook, yeah,” Jimin chimed teasingly, making you glower at him.
Of course. Jungkook had turned Jimin into his scout for your escapades. Fantastic. You suddenly felt a strong presence behind you. The door had opened and Jungkook’s arm snaked around your waist, yanking you possessively to his side. He placed his chin on top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair.
“You wanna go on a date, noona?” Jungkook purred, his free hand playing with the ends of your disheveled hair.
You pursed your lips. “I have to get back and help Namjoon.”
Jimin waved a hand. “He’ll be fine for one day. Plus, you’re being kidnapped.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but Jungkook slapped his hand over your lips, marching you in the opposite direction of Career Week, Jimin skipping behind you two, cheerfully humming.
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part iv
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Hero Santa
Sero x fem!reader
Warnings: yellow sour fruit, swearing
A/N: wow it’s been a long time that I’ve posted a oneshot. Sorry about that. My job keeps me busy and the fic I’m writing takes priority. This isn’t a request either so I’m ;;; this is entirely self-indulgent. I’ve just discovered a newfound love for mr. tape boy and wanted to write something about him. There’s a lot of cringey things in here. Like, secondhand emebarssment type things. But I just wanted to write something funny and wholesome, straying away from the incessant dubcon that litters my blog. If this makes you embarrassed then I think I’ve done my job right? If this makes you smile, then double points for me, I guess! Also, fuck you, I'm still mourning the loss of blockbuster movies so it exists in this one shot. huzzah.
You barrel in through Sero’s threshold, clutching your sides as you bust out laughing, exhilarated from you and Sero’s grand escape from a dastardly encounter— you seeing your ex boyfriend in public. Sero flings himself after you, clamping his hands down on your shoulders practically shaking as he tries to catch his breath.
“D-do you think he saw us??” He snickers, twirling around you to throw his house keys down on his front door counter top.
“I’m sure he did! He said my name right before you grabbed me!”
Sero’s grin widens as he sifts through your bag to grab one of the many sweet treats he picked out for the both of you. “But are you really sure that he saw us?”
“Sero, you literally spider-manned us out of blockbuster. The entire store saw us! They’re going to have to get a long ass ladder to get that tape off the ceiling!” You grin at him and with your best, most formal tone, you mock, “that was quite indecent, young man!”
“Ehhh. I’m sure they have somebody at the blockbuster who was like a leg extension or flying quirk. They’ll be fine!
You snort. “I can’t believe you just referred to blockbuster as ‘the blockbuster’ like you’re some kinda old lady!”
“Now, why don’t you make a decision on what my identity is? Who am I: Spider-Man or Gammy NumNums?”
“Who am I to say? I don't know Spider-Man’s secret identity. How are we so sure that Gammy NumNums herself isn’t Spider-Man?
“Oh shit, I think you’re onto something there.” Sero plops down on his couch, setting his treats down on the table next to it. “I’m really living the greatest triple life, huh? The best of all worlds.”
“I’ll say.” You mosey into the room, vibrating with happiness and comfort you get whenever you’re in Sero’s house. You nod at the pile of blankets he has at his feet. The two of you are going to be having a blanket fort movie night, something you’ve been looking forward to all week long. “Shall we get started?”
“Nah nah nah, lemme take care of all of this! Can you get the popcorn ready?”
You nod and grab two different packets from your bag. “Butter or kettle? I couldn’t decide.”
“What do I look like, an animal? Butter! Buttery butter. I want my popcorn to slide off my fingertips!”
You mock a gag. “I think maybe you are an animal,” you say and throw a pillow at Sero’s face before hopping to the kitchen before he could retaliate.
You leave the room with a giant smile on your face. Back at the store, you let yourself freeze in front of your ex while a thousand thoughts ran through your head. It’s always been odd seeing him in public after the two of you broke up, but every time you have seen him, you’ve been able to hide yourself immediately. Thankfully Sero was there when you were discovered and you recovered from your mental paralysis as soon as he swung the two of you out and away from him.
Sero has really been a special kind of hero towards you since your breakup. He’s been nothing but supportive of you— there for you whether you needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to bring a smile to your face. Sero is your guy. Sometimes both! You recall an instance where you were done crying but had said something along the lines of “my heart might be broken,” and without hesitating, Sero clicked out a piece of his tape and placed it over your chest, telling you that he’d be there to fix it. That’s when you first realized that maybe your heart could change fall into a new direction. He has really become something very… special to you. You find your heart skipping a beat during certain instances. If his hand lingers on your waist for a second longer than you’re used to, your mind goes haywire. It’s funny— you know you have feelings for him, and you’re pretty positive he might reciprocate those feelings, but the two of you avoid saying anything about it like the plague. You’re completely comfortable with him, but sometimes when you’re alone, when you’re close, the air grows thick with tension and the two of you sit in silence until one of you inevitable break the silence by making some lame joke. But god, sometimes you just want to hold the boy down and smooch his face!!
You pause in the hallway to check yourself in the mirror, pursing your lips as you turn to inspect your teal blue pajama bottoms. You sigh, embarrassed to have been in public with your lounge wear: slippers and all. If you had been expecting to see anybody, you would’ve done your makeup, maybe put on a skirt and some cute boots, but he saw you looking like a slob with a shit ton of candy in your hands.
After you pop your corn, you return to Sero’s living room, amazed at how quickly he made the fort transformation. Blankets hang from the walls and ceiling, cascading down with nice curves centering on an arena of fluffy pillows with Sero sprawled out in the middle, languidly pushing chocolate covered cookie dough into his mouth while he bats at the controls to get the movie started. You pause at the doorway, shifting your weight from one leg to another nervously until he looks at you, lifting a brow when you bite your lip.
“I know,” he says with a grin, “I’m absolutely brilliant.”
“You’re just alright.” You take you seat next to the boy, and burrow your cold feet under his legs. He gives you a funny grin, but you shrug it off. “I’m cold!”
“I think I-“ Sero presses his lips together, a worried look crawling over his face “-I’m certain I spared a blanket or two for us to actually use.”
He takes a moment to look around and after he finds nothing, he gives you a wide eyed stare. “Oh no.”
“See, this is why you're just alright.”
Sero hops up. “No, no, no— I’m not just alright. I’m the king of this here fort.” Sero raises his hands to feel around for a blanket used for the roof that’s unnecessary for the structure. His shirt lifts, exposing his tight midriff to you, and you tell yourself to look away, but you just can’t bring yourself to. Your eyes linger on his naval before drifting down towards his gray sweatpants where you can definitely make out the outline of his dick. You could scream.
“Do forts usually have kings?”
“This one does.”
You get to you knees, fully aware of how it might look to him if he so much as glances down, and ask, “if you’re the king, what would that make me?”
“That’s easy,” Sero says, carefully peeling some tape off a loose blanket, “you’re the princess.”
“HA! So you’re my dad?!”
Sero snickers before his eyes meet yours, blanket falling into his hands. He hesitates for a moment while he looks down at you, his brows furrowing as the tips of his ears grow to be a redder hue.
“Absolutely not,” he whispers in a tone softer than you’re used to. The blanket fall to the floor, but Sero stays stock still, eyes glazing over as he takes in your suggestive position.
“Then how does this work?” You quip, growing all the more embarrassed that you’re practically begging for him to make a move while at the same time, doing absolutely nothing.
“Don’t you remember?” Finally, he crouches down, leveling his head with yours. You can feel his breath dance across your face as he continues, “I swept you off your feet. Stole you right out from under the nose of a beastly emperor. The princess is merely a guest at my fort; it’s a safe haven for her.”
“Then one could say that the princess owes the king a lot for saving her life…”
“The king is only happy when the princess is safe and happy. She owes him nothing.”
“Is that so…?” You reach a hand into the popcorn bowl, grin sinisterly at ‘the king’, and buck a handful of the buttery goodness Sero loves so much right at his face. “Little did you know, the princess has been planning to assassinate the king in order to take the fort for herself!”
“Damn you, princess!” Sero laughs, throwing his own handful right back at you. “The king has been betrayed one too many times after giving in to acts of charity!”
“The king is a fool!” You yell, swinging a pillow at his face, knocking him back into his cushioned seminar. “Long live princess me!!”
Sero moves to remove your assault weapon from his face, only to have you climb on top of him to pin his hands behind his back
“You suck.”
“You sure wish I would.”
“I—“ Sero’s face flushes beat red while you smirk down at him. You tighten your thighs hold around him but get distracted by something poking your chest. It’s popcorn.
“Oh. Ew.” Without thinking, you pull the bits out from your bra and pop them into your mouth. Sero gives you a funny grin and it’s your turn to flush. You hide behind your hands and cry, “GAHH! I’m not a princess! I’m a troll!”
Sero uses this opening to his advantage, grabbing onto your hands and using sheer strength, flings you onto your back, panning you down against a pillowy wonderland.
“Ahhh curse your hero training,” you laugh, wiggling your legs around so you can lay more comfortably under your faux assailant.
“Troll princess,” Sero sighs, his warm breath cascading down your neck, causing shivers to prickle all across your body, “I've got you now.”
“Oh nooo.” You toss your head back, subtly lifting your pelvis to press against his. Heat floods into your belly when you feel his hardening erection pulsate against you. This isn’t what friends do and you know that. He has to know that, too. “The King’s got the poor, helpless princess locked beneath him. Whatever can she do? Whatever will he do?”
Sero goes silent. His eyes scan over your face, lips patting when they land in yours. You’re unsure of what to do— what to say. At this point you might as well tell him to kiss you.
“I don’t wanna play this game anymore,” he says in a sort of morose way. You heart falls and your stomach goes to knots. Maybe you were wrong about him feeling the same way for you do? Maybe the two of you are just really good friends. But his hands don’t move from their pinned position.
“Sero… we don’t have to do this if you don’t w—“
Your sentence gets cut short by Sero’s lips suddenly locking onto yours. You hum in surprise, but kiss him back, your skin practically screaming in delight when his tongue slides over your bottom lip. You try to reach up to him but Sero’s bolted hands hold your wrists firmly, keeping them above your head and all you can do is roll your tongue over his, trying to catch as much of him as you can before the kiss breaks.
But it doesn’t. He pushes your wrists together so he can hold you with one hand while the other slides down to your body, caressing your side until he squeezes your waist. You lift your pelvis and his arm wraps around your back, pulling you closer against his body. His cock rubs against your pubic bone and you can’t help but imagine what it may feel like inside of you.
You manage to free one of your hands and swiftly move it down to his sweats, greedily massaging him through his pants. Finally Sero pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his.
“Oh, heh~,” he says, seizing your hand. “I’m, uh, really sensitive…”
“Oh? I’d like to see just how-“ again, you’re cut off by Sero claiming your lips, the kiss more forceful the second time around. It’s messy, and wet, and desperate, and you find yourself sighing into his mouth every time you get a chance to breathe, only to have those short moments thrown away by your own need possessing your body to kiss him back harsher, hands reaching up to his hair to tug and pull, exciting you when you hear a groan build up in the back Sero’s throat.
“Fuck.” Sero’s lips meet your neck, his hand resting against your exposed belly. It’s cold but you don’t mind; your body craves his cool touch. Using his tongue, Sero draw a long strip up from your neck to your ear, causing your body to shudder. You practically melt when he whispers, “I want you. I want you so bad. You have no idea.”
You sigh as Sero nibbles in your ear, his hands boldly exploring farther up your body. “I… think I have some idea.”
“Nuh-uh.” Sero leans back, his eyes shamelessly scanning over your body. You didn’t think it possible, but your skin warms up even more from his lingering gaze. As much as you like the attention, you want his hands right back on you pronto. “There’s no way you could possibly like me as much as I like you…”
You scowl at him. Too much talking and not enough kissing. You pull your shirt off and unclasp your bra, throwing your garments to the side, exposing yourself to him. Nervous tingles nip at your body, but the look on his face, the way his eyes flick from your face to your chest and back to your face as his adam’s apple bobs, makes it all worth it.
“Shit… you’re so— you’re everything to me, I need you to know that, like, if you’re at all uncomfortable or like if I do something you don’t like— god, you’re gorgeous, I just wanna—“
“-Sero…” You take his hands in yours and lead them back to your body. “Please… touch me.”
“Y-yeah…”
Sero presses his lips to yours in a sweeter manner, him molding to you nearly perfectly as his hands run up your sides. Goosebumps erupt across your body when he pushes you back down against the pillows. His right hand cups your breast as he trails kisses down your chest, only pausing when he begins to snicker.
“What?”
“Salty,” he says, his tongue licking dangerous close to your nipple. “You taste like popcorn.”
“Ohhhh noooooo-ahhh~!”
A pretty sight: Sero’s pink tongue rolling out to lav over your puckered bud.
His lips wrap around your nipple; he sucks and your body jolts forward. He’s not the only one who’s sensitive. His eyes meet yours and he offers you a sinister grin. “I like it.”
Your breathing grows heavy while Sero makes his way down your stomach, making sure to pay extra attention to the places that make you squirm when he kisses them. He gets to your pajama shorts and pets your clothed slit with a knuckle. Your hips buck up when he leans down and licks you through your shorts, excited pulsations grabbing at your core. You need more.
Your shorts fly off by your own doing, whether it’s to get the ball rolling or if you want him to be giving you the exact same lustful stare he is now is lost to you, but you’ll take it. You love it. You want him to look at you like that forever.
Sero pets your core, his own breath shuddering as you roll your hips at his touch.
“You’re already so fucking wet,” he says, annunciating every word as if it pains him to say it. He rests his head in your thigh as he lazily teases you, seeming to enjoy your light mewling that comes when his fingers grow closer to your clit, the way your body moves to his touch. “I want it.”
“What ~ahah~ what are you gonna do about it?”
“Hmmm.” To your severe displeasure, Sero removes to hands, only to strip himself of his own shirt. You stare at him in awe; of course you’ve seen him shirtless before, but under these circumstances, it’s different. And you’re sure he’s bulked our a bit since the last time you caught him half-naked. Goodness.
“Ohh my god,” you sigh when he tosses his shirt to the sigh, the sight of his muscles moving over you incredibly enticing.
“What?” Sero gets to his elbows and spreads your legs open for him. He gives your pussy a long lick and groans, closing his eyes when he kisses your pubic bone. “You got something to say?”
“You’re just… so… ohhhh~!”
Sero begins laving at your heat, drowning the room with your surprised moans. His skillful tongue traces your caverns until his mouth is covered in your need. He eats you out like he’s starving for it— hell, he could’ve been famished if he says there’s no way you can like him more than he likes you. His tongue circles your clit, his never ceasing groans adding to your pleasure. You reach down as grasp at his soft hair, massaging his head as he toys with your sensitivity.
“So what, Princess?” He asks as his fingers tease your hole. The nickname sends shivers up your spine. You don’t mind it, you just didn’t think that something so cheesy could sound so hot coming from him.
“So— ahhh ahah~!” A loud moan you aren’t expecting tears out from your throat when Sero plunges two fingers into your depths. He chuckles and returns his attention back to your clit, watching your face contort in pleasure through heavy eyelashes. He sucks in you while his fingers curl against your walls, the threat of your own release building up against your stomach. You moan and pull his hair, whispering incomprehensible words, trying to find the right way to encourage him, the right way to warn him that you’re close.
“I know, I’ve got a big tongue, huh?” Oh, so he could be a smug bastard, too?
“Sssaaah~” You try saying his name, but it’s lost to you. You don’t know what to call him: Hanta? Sero? He’s been your friend for so long that saying his actual name might sound weird on your tongue, but what if saying his last name sounds weird to him? “Hero…”
“Hmmm?” His low voice murmuring into your core sends your body into a frenzy. Your body starts to shake and grip onto the cushions to keep you grounded, but that doesn’t save you from the next word you yelp out as your body is lost to ecstatic fits.
“Fuck! Oh god, Santa~ nnng~ hah~!” You squeeze your thighs together, locking him in as he gifts you with little kitten licks, elongating your excruciating orgasm with the low reverberations of his voice while he laps up your pleasure.
Your body settles but that doesn’t stop him at first. He savors your twitching body, kissing your swollen bud tenderly, brushing his hands across your sweat covered body, until he looks up at you and grins.
“So you have some kinda Christmas kink?”
You catch your breath, gazing up at the makeshift blanket ceiling, before looking back down at his goofy, red face. “What do you mean?”
“You just called me ‘Santa.’ I mean, Christmas isn’t for another month but I’m sure I could find a Santa hat somewhere if that’s what you’re into. I live to please.”
“Oh no.” You bury yourself behind your hands. “No I didn’t. No, no, noooo!!”
Sero climbs on top of you and kisses your hands. “Hey,” he sings at you, “don’t hide. I don’t kink shame.”
You grab a pillow a fling it into his face. “Shut up! Noooo!”
The two of you laugh together, his breath fanning you as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. The two of you stay like that for mere seconds but it feels like an eternity. He made you cum, but still, you crave him. You want more of him.
“That was actually really hot.” You feel him grin against your neck. “You forgetting my name. It kinda made me feel good. Really good.”
“I could… I could make you feel better,” you whisper, wrapping your hands around his back, using your fingernails to tickle his skin. He flushes.
“Is that so?” He leans down and pecks your lips. “‘Cause I wasn’t done with you. I wanna see if I can make you say all seven reindeers’ names.”
“Oh, fuck you!”
He quirks a brow. “You wanna?”
...Desperately. “Yes.”
Sero’s all too quick to free himself of his sweats and you side him by pulling his boxers down. You gulp at the sight of his erection; it’s a nice size with a beautiful curve, pre-cum already seeping out through the slit of his reddened head. You look to him and bite your lips. You grasp at the base of his length and guide his cockhead to to your mouth, pulling you tongue out to lick at his knob.
“Ahh~, um, I’m really-“
“Sensitive?” You ask before lulling your tongue underneath his cock.
“Y-yess,” he hisses, grasping at your hair to pull you back.
You grin wryly back at him. “Then how’s this going to work?”
“With me in control-“ he smirks “-lay back princess.”
You pout at him but he moves to kiss your neck, gently pushing your shoulders down so you’re back on the cushions. You reach your hands up and arch your back, an obvious ploy to get him all the more hot and bothered, and not an unsuccessful one at that.
“God damn,” he breathes, stroking his cock while taking in your figure. “God, I lo—… I need to say something before we go any further.”
“Hmmm?” You run your hands down your body. You stop at your breasts, teasing your nipples, and biting your lips. “You can say anything to me.”
“Sweet Jesus, you’re not making this easy.” He sighs and falls over you. A hand cups your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your lips. It looks like he’s eating to say something serious, but you can hardly think straight with his hardened dick resting against your thigh.
“This,” he says, stroking the back of his hand against your cheek, “can’t be… I can’t be just a rebound for you. I know I might not seem like it, but I’m an all or nothing kinda guy. You can either just be my friend—my really good friend that I’ll think about for all eternity, or you can be… my friend who I’m allowed to take on dates and kiss in public and have high make out sessions whenever we want…”
Oh! Oh he’s asking you out! You can’t help the grin from spreading across your face, but you don’t realize you’re not responding until he continues with—
“And if you’re not yet over that guy… I think I can wait for you, but I don’t… want to get my hopes up or anything…”
Sero your DICK is on my THIGH!
“Sero, you’re not a rebound. I would be very happy if you would take me on dates, kiss me in public, and have high make out sessions with me. I’d even be happy if I get to call you my boyfriend.”
He beams. “You mean that?”
“Yesss, I do. We were practically dating already!”
“Nahhh, I’ve just been warming you up. You don’t know dating until we’ve conquered the entire laser tag arena together.”
This dork. “Then I’ll wait for that with bated breath. Now, please for the love of god, fuck me before I explode!”
“Oho, we can’t have that…”
Sero lines himself up with center, allowing his cockhead to toy with your hot, needy entrance. He curses and rolls his head back as he inches himself forward, testing your heat before pulling out completely. His eyelids grow heavy when he pushes into you again and you feel yourself clamp down on him. You whimper. He feels bigger than he looks and it takes some pull before he’s completely inside you, but god, oh god, after you get used to it, you can’t help but moan as his dick slides in and out of you.
“Mmmphhhfuck, that’s good.” Slowly, Sero rolls his hips, gently fucking you at a near excruciating pace. He breathes through his teeth as his cock grinds into your walls. It feels fantastic having the head of his cock rubbing against the certain spot deep inside you. His arm wraps around your back and he pulls you flush against him, your breasts bouncing against his chest as he quickens the pace, kissing you fiercely, hungrily , while his hands lock you into place.
“You don’t know,” he seethes, “how long I’ve wanted this.”
He bites down in your neck and you claw at his back, mewling. The force, even though he’s taking his time, is addicting and you find yourself syncing up with him in no time; cursing, and panting as you sync up with him. He feels so good that you could cry, instead, you beg.
“More,” you sigh, practically his humping cock, “please Sero. I ahhh~ I need more!”
Sero growls and it sends you body spinning with lust and agony. He pushes you back down and forces himself to his hilt, making you cry out in sheer ecstasy. He presses his hand against your belly, pulls out and pushes back in with the same extremity. “More?” He growls in a sort of sensually dark tone that floods your body and shakes you to your core. “You want more, babe? I’ll give the princess anything she wants!”
“Fuuuck!” You cry, filling the room with pathetic moans as Sero drills into you with such indignant fury that it nearly makes your eyes go black. Your body grows wet with perspiration and lust, Sero pushing into you with pools of his own sweat meshing with yours.
He silences your pathetic moaning with a violent kiss, biting down on your bottom lip while he greedily paws at your breasts. Then, he stills completely, pulling back, fanning your face while he pants, “ho ho ho, amiright?”
“PFFFFT NOOO!!” Your belly clenches as the two of you bust out laughing, until Sero eyes completely glaze over.
“Ohhhh fuck,” he groans. “Keep laughing, that feels so—ohhhhh fuck!”
Something completely takes him over and you laughter turns to screams of delight when he starts completely pulverizing you with such an intense, bruising velocity that you could see your soul escape your mouth. He slams into you, lifting your leg over his head, keeping his quick and relentless pace until you feel his cock begin to throb.
“You’re. Just. So. Fucking. Hot!” he says through gritted teeth. His fingers quickly dance around your clit, rubbing at your pleasure until you feel yourself coil and your cunt flutters around his girth. “God, I can feel it. You’re close. Fuck! Babe, you need to cum. Princess, please, I can’t-!”
“I’m ~nggg~ so close!!”
Sero kisses you, shoving his tongue against yours, urgently needing to taste you. His dick twitches within you, his fingers desperately trying to get you to keep up. Your hair stands up on the back of your neck. Your coil breaks. You clench around him and allow waves of pleasure to burst through you as he rams into you with rigorous intent. You cling on to him, crying out about how good he feels, how you can’t stand not having him fill you up, how you want to feel his everything deep, deep inside of you.
Sero grunts and ruts into you. Warmth floods your core as thick ropes of cum line your hungry walls. There’s so much and it doesn’t seem to stop coming as he slows his grooving, kissing your forehead while his orgasm chases yours. You breathe in sync with one another, staring each other in the eyes, unsure of what to say, what to do, before he finally pulls out and let’s you leak onto the cushions.
“Oh, whoops,” he says, inspecting the mess. “Lemme just— warm towel…”
He hops up, but you grab him by the wrist and pull him down into a kiss. He grins against you and you feel yourself growing jubilant with everything that just happened.
“You’re incredible,” you say, holding him there for a moment before letting him back up.
“No, you.”
“Pfft!”
“I mean it!” He brings his hands up in mock defense. “You have no idea! You have no idea! I just-! Lemme get a towel and then I’ll shower you with praise!”
Sero is gone and back in a flash, warmed wet towel in hand. He takes his time wiping the sweat off your body, making sure to talk uncharacteristically sweet to you while he takes care. He wraps you in the blanket that hath forsaken him and cleans the white mess on the cushion before joining you under said blanket. His body is warmer than the blanket and you love it.
“Sooo… the movie. Movie night with my girlfriend!”
“Ha! That’s right! This is one of my favorite movies so you better pay attention! No distractions!”
“Mhmmm,” he hums half-heartedly. “No distractions.”
But even while the movie plays, your warm bodies are pressed right up against each other. There’s definitely going to be more distractions. The two of you have been waiting for this for too long, and Sero has to prove that he’s not just alright, and he certainly wants to learn all about your secret Christmas kink.
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Take it Slow - Part Eighty-Five
a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.
Warnings: Fluff and Smut.
Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)
You’re shaking while in line at the pharmacy, but Harry’s hand on the small of your back helps put you at ease. He still needed some makeup today, but his bruise was already starting to look better. You get the script filled and wait the fifteen minutes for it. You and Harry go out to the car, where Buster was waiting patiently like a good boy. You unscrew the cap on your water bottle and pop the pill bottle open. You look at Harry who gives you a reassuring smile. You take the pill and swallow it down.
“I don’t want anyone knowing about this. I know it’s more normalized now, but I don’t want anyone finding out that things have gotten this bad that I need this kind of help. I don’t even want my family to know.”
“Course, I won’t say anything. I’m really proud of you though. I know you think you’re losing control, or not strong, but you’re being so brave. You’re taking a lot of control back, and I think it takes a lot of strength to do what you’re doing.” He gives your hand a squeeze.
“Thanks Harry, that means a lot to me.” You smile at him.
“Let’s getcha t’work now, hm.” He turns back to look at Buster. “Wanna spend another day with mummy?” He yips at Harry. “Thought you might.” Harry kisses you on the cheek and puts the car in drive.
//
Between your period and the meds, you felt all out of whack. You weren’t sure if going out Saturday night was such a good idea, but you didn’t want to disappoint Seth or Isaac. They were both so excited, and you’d be damned if you let either of them down.
You put on a pair of white jeans with a few rips in them, and a blue short sleeve crop top. You leave your hair down, and straight, and put all your jewelry on. Harry was wearing a pair of tan trousers, a white tank top tucked in, and a floral short sleeve shirt.
“Aw, you look handsome sweetie.”
“Thanks.”
“I’m getting….Miami vibes.” You gesture to his outfit.
“Good, s’what I was goin��� for.” He grabs your face and kisses your forehead. Harry puts all of his rings and necklaces on, and grabs his wallet. “Come on, lovie, we need to go pick Isaac up.”
You both say goodbye to Buster and tell him to be a good boy. You pick Isaac up, and he looks as cute as a button.
“Oh my god, I can’t wait to meet him. You really think he’ll like me?”
“What’s not to like?” You say to him.
You pull up to the adult arcade and the boys head inside. You said you’d wait outside for Seth. Isaac and Harry put their name in for a table. You thought it would be good to eat and talk first before hitting up all the games. You see Seth’s car pull up, and smile when he gets out. He had a black t-shirt on paired with some nice jeans. A classic for him. He smiles and waves when he sees you. You both wrap your arms around each other and Harry squints at the scene from inside.
“Remember, he’s interested in me.” Isaac says.
“Mhm.”
“It’s so good to see you!” Seth says to you. “So happy we could finally do this.”
“Same here, and me too. Been a long time coming, thanks for being so patient. Harry and Isaac are inside seeing what tables are available.”
“Perfect, let’s head in.”
You put your hand on the small of his back and lead him inside.
“Seth, this is Isaac, Isaac this is Seth.”
They both shake hands and say hello.
“Hi, Harry.” He shakes his hand too. “Good to see you again.”
“Yeah.” Harry smiles a crooked smile at Seth.
You’re all seated in a booth, and Harry drapes an arm over your shoulders. You hoped Seth and Isaac wouldn’t mind sitting next to each other, you just needed to be close to Harry right now. Seth turns to Isaac slightly.
“So how long have you know these two for?”
“Oh, well, I’ve worked Harry for a few years, now I work for him. He’s the best.” Isaac blushes. “And I met Y/N a few months after they started dating. She started coming by to meet him for lunch. I used to live for it, she’d scare the shit out of our little interns.”
“Ugh, gag me.” You say. “I don’t ever want to think about them ever again.”
“Agreed.” Harry smirks.
A waitress comes over and take your drink orders. You look at Harry after Seth orders a beer and Isaac orders a cocktail.
“We’ll both just have seltzers with lime.” Harry smiles at the waitress and she nods. He looks at the two of them. “We drank a lot all last week…still recovering.” They both nod.
“Makes sense. It’s hard to go on these benders now. After the fourth I needed like three days to recover.” Seth laughs.
You all order some apps you can share and pick at while you talk. Seth explains to Isaac what he does for work and Isaac seems like his in a trance. It’s hard not to be. You used to be able to listen to Seth talk for hours. He had one of those deep, raspy voices. Sort of how Harry’s voice can be early in the morning. He talks about certain tattoos, the when and why. He talks about his lip piercing and he dreads the day he inevitably will part with it. Isaac talks about how content his is just being an admin. He loves doing what he does every day. Harry really talks Isaac up too. He explains how he just had to have him work for him.
All in all it was a good dinner. Things didn’t seem all that awkward, which you were grateful for.
“So did you two meet early on in college?” Isaac asks you.
“Yeah, like, sophomore year I think…”
“Mhm, and then you and Rachel went off to California second semester.”
“Which allowed you to get nice and close with Sarah.” You sneer at him. He flips you off and you laugh. “Just teasing.” You put your hands up.
“You’re always just teasing.” He smirks.
You square up the checks and walk over to the games. You and Harry hang back to let Isaac and Seth go off on their own. You watch as they play ski ball together and giggle. They seemed to be having a pretty good time, just as you hoped. You and Harry go over to play the basketball game. Just as you shoot a basket he grabs you by the shoulders and kisses you.
“Harry!” You pull away. “What are you doing?”
“We had our second date here. We were standin’ right here, and I couldn’t even shoot my baskets because I couldn’t stop lookin’ at yeh. I remember your shirt lifted slightly and I noticed this little thing.” He runs his thumb over your naval piercing.”
“A lot’s happened since then, huh?”
“Yeah.” He presses his forehead to yours. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You kiss him quickly.
Isaac and Seth notice the scene.
“That happen often?”
“Oh god with them? All the time. Harry’s a really passionate guy.”
“Good, she deserves that.”
“Now that we’re alone, I need to ask, you really don’t care at all that someone you used to sort of be with-“
“I’ll stop you right there, cause I know where you’re head’s at.” He chuckles. “That girl was one of my best friends, right?” Isaac nods. “We had a ton of classes together, she helped me study. She was great. And then…we did what a lot of kids in college do. We hooked up. It was easy, and fun. I cared for her, adored her really.” He smirks. “But…I never…had those feelings for her.” He looks back over at you and Harry, then back to Isaac. “You know what I mean?”
“Yeah, I totally get it.” He smiles. “Just wanted to make sure I didn’t have any competition.” He nudges Seth.
“Not at all…and, uh…” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m not really talking to anyone else at the moment either, just so you know.” Isaac blushes.
“Me…neither.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.”
“Wanna go pinball?”
“God, I’m terrible at pinball.”
“Well, I’ll help you out.”
You and Harry were in the middle of playing some random game when you look over to seeing Seth standing right behind Isaac, his hands over his, pressing the buttons on the game. It was the cutest fucking thing you’d ever seen.
“Harry, look at them.” You point.
“I have to say, that’s a pretty smooth move…respect.” You burst out laughing and nudge him.
Towards the end of the night the four of you re-group. You all agreed it was a lot of fun. Seth shakes Harry’s hand again, and gives you a hug.
“Beautiful as ever.” He says into your ear, and you smile.
“So…Seth said he could take me home…so I’m gonna let him.” Isaac tells the two of you and Harry’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Um…alright then. Have a good rest of your night.” As you’re walking out, lost in chat with Seth, Harry grabs Isaac by the back of his collar and pulls him aside. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“What…what do you mean?”
“I mean, like, are you gonna take him back to your place and…you know?”
“Harry.” Isaac laughs. “Why do you care?”
“Because I wanna make sure you’re alright, you barely know him.”
“He seems very sweet. I don’t know where the night’s gonna take us. I just know I’m not ready for the night to be over yet. I wanna keep getting to know him.”
“Yeah, well, how well do you wanna know him?” Isaac looks over to see you and Seth laughing about something. “I’d like to know what that ass looks like outta them jeans, I can tell ya that much.”
“Jesus.” Harry runs a hand over his face. “S’not too fast?”
“I’ll tell you what. Monday morning I’ll fill you in on all the juicy details.” He leans in a little closer. “We can compare notes on how we like it.” Harry’s face turns red, and Isaac bursts out laughing. “Relax, Harry. Haven't told anyone about your little secret, and I don’t intend to. Like I said, I just wanna keep getting to know him. I appreciate you looking out for me.”
Harry nods and they both walk the rest of the way to meet up with you and Seth. Harry watches Isaac get into Seth’s car and drive away.
“What did you say to him?” You ask Harry.
“I just…wanted to make sure he was alright, that’s all.”
“You’re so sweet on him.” You squeeze his hand. “I promise, he’s in good hands.”
“Well, you’d know.” He snorts. You take your hand away and cross your arms. “Shit! I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N!”
“No? How exactly did you mean that?”
“I just meant, like, you know how good of a guy he is, I wasn’t talking about-“
“Mhm, sure you weren’t.” You huff.
“I swear!” He sighs. “Please, we had such a nice night, let’s not get like this.”
“Like what?”
“Mad at each other.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Yeah you are!”
“You know, when I found out about you and Myk, I never said a goddamn word. I brushed it off. But I have a past with someone, and it’s like…you just can’t let it go.”
“Y/N, I swear, I did not mean it like that.” He rests his hand on your thigh. “I didn’t mean for it come off that way, I promise.” You feel tears prick at your eyes. Fucking meds, fucking hormones. He squeezes your thigh.
“Okay.” You breathe. “I believe you.”
“You do?”
“Yes.” You put your hand over his. “I’m sorry.” You start sobbing. “I feel like I’ve been trying to hold it together all day, and now…”
“Baby, it’s alright.”
“You don’t always need to be so understanding, you know? It’s okay to be frustrated with me.”
“But I’m not frustrated.” He shrugs.
“Even when I get like this? I’d be fucking exhausted if I had to deal with me all day. Oh wait, I do and I am.” Harry sighs heavily, and parks the car in the garage of your building. He turns to look at you.
“You’re making steps to make yourself better, and I know this. I understand it. Neither of us have any idea what this medication is doin’ to yeh, not really. We won’t know for a few weeks until you level out. You need to give yourself a break. Don’t feel like you need to hold it together for my sake.”
“But you can’t be my punching bag. I don’t wanna flip out on you.”
“So don’t flip out. Cry if you need to and I’ll be right there to hold you.” He kisses your hand and you both get out of the car. He wraps his arm around your waist as you head up. “I’m in this with you, have been from the beginning. If I didn’t want it, I would have copped out a long time ago, you have to know that.” You key into your place and greet your tired little boy.
“I do know that. And I feel so lucky to have all your support, Harry…” You both go into the bedroom. “I just feel like you’re always taking care of me, like it’s not 50/50, like it’s not an equal partnership.”
“It’s plenty equal, don’t start with this again.” He sighs and puts his hands on your shoulders. You look down at your feet. “Look at me.” You slowly meet his gaze. “I hate when you get in your head like this. We take care of each other.” He smiles at you reassuringly.
“Okay.” You smile back.
You both do your nightly routines and get into bed. Your phone goes off with a text notification.
Seth: I’m seeing him again tomorrow, going to brunch…I like him.
You: Are you still with him????
Seth: No…was a perfect gentleman actually. We talked in the car for a bit, and then I walked him up to his door.
You: Goodnight kiss?????
Seth: wouldn’t you like to know ;p
You giggle, and Harry looks at you.
“Who’s that?”
“Oh, it’s just Seth. He’s seeing Isaac for brunch tomorrow.” You smile at him.
“Oh that’s great! So he’s not still there?”
“Nope.”
“Good.”
“Harry, they’re both adults, if they wanted to…extend their evening then that would’ve been their choice.”
“I know, I just feel protective over Isaac and I didn’t wanna see him get pumped and dumped.”
“Pumped and dumped?!” You burst out laughing. “Jesus, Harry, that’s vulgar.” Harry laughs too. “Besides, how do you know Isaac wouldn’t be the one-“
“M’not havin’ this conversation.” He shivers. “Don’t need to think about that at all.” He looks at you. “Would you, um, spoon me tonight?”
“I’d be happy to.” You set your phone down and Harry turns the lights off. He rolls over and you hold him close to you.
You loved nothing more than nuzzling in close to his back. He always smelled so good.
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Aunt Flow graciously left Sunday morning, and you were beyond grateful. You and Harry hadn’t gotten intimate since your black out. His cheek was all healed up, and you were happy to have a Sunday to just spend time with him. After a shower, you come out to the balcony to see him sitting with Buster and a cup of coffee.
“Hi baby.” He says to you. You sit down on one of his legs, getting comfy in his lap. He wraps his arms around your waist. “How’s my baby girl?”
“Good.” You nuzzle into his neck and plant light kisses on his sun-kissed skin. “Miss you.”
“Miss me?” He’s playing with you. He knows what you mean. “But I’ve been right here.” You look up at him with your big eyes.
You tug at his shirt and pout at him. He chuckles and kisses your forehead.
“Are yeh askin’ me t’take you inside, little girl?” Your mouth parts. “Just let me finish my coffee, hm?” You curl up in his arms while he sips on his coffee. It was a shame to waste such a beautiful morning inside.
Harry sets his mug down on the glass table outside, and picks you up bridal style. He whistles at Buster so he knows to come inside. He plops down on his dog bed while Harry takes you into the bedroom. He lays you down and just looks at you. You were wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. A habit you had gotten into on the weekends.
“Why are you the cutest thing in the world?” He climbs on the bed and straddles you. He takes his shirt off and tosses it to the floor. “No answer?”
“I don’t know.” You giggle. “Just am, I guess.”
“Just am?” He leans down and plants kisses all over your face. “Guess that’s a good enough answer.”
You continue to giggle as he’s sweet on you. He pulls your shirt up just over your breasts and leaves wet kisses on them. He kisses down your belly and tugs the boxers down.
“Maybe just use your fingers, I showered and all, but it like just ended so…”
“Noted.” He chuckles.
He pulls the boxers all the way off you and tosses them to the floor. He lightly strokes your slit with his middle finger as you part your legs a little more for him. He sucks on one of your nipples. You’re not getting as wet as you usually do though.
“Babe?” He looks up at you and lets go of your nipple. “Could we use some lube? Think I’m a little dry after my shower.”
“Sure, hun.”
He gets up and goes into the drawer and grabs the bottle of lube. He puts some on his fingers and warms it up. He slides his middle finger in you slowly and you groan with pleasure.
“Thank you.”
He smiles and goes back to sucking your nipple while he slips another finger inside. He curls them both up and you grind into his touch.
“Harry.” You moan his name as your back arches slightly.
He pumps in and out of you, going knuckle deep, and you gasp when he hits that spot.
“There it is.” He smirks.
You bite your bottom lip as he continues to hit it, getting you closer and closer. You grip the sheets when you feel your stomach start to tighten.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” Your head was thrashing back and forth.
“That’s it baby.”
“Harry!”
You release onto his fingers and he continues to pump slowly as you go through the motions. He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on his chest. Your cheeks were flushed, but you had a smile on your face. You reach up to palm him through his boxers.
“Can I have this now?”
“Greedy little thing this mornin’.” He chuckles and takes his boxers off.
“Just wanna be as close as possible, dolly.”
He smiles and spreads your legs back apart. He rubs himself against your clit and you whimper. You were soaked for him now. He slides into you slowly, inch by inch and your head rolls back into the pillow. He lifts the shirt all the way off you, leaving no barriers between the two of you.
“C’mere.”
He snakes his arms under your back, and he pulls you up so you’re sitting on him. He sits cross legged, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He kisses you while his hands on your ass start to move you up and down on him. It was slow and sensual, and exactly what you needed right now. This was love making on a whole other level. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and help yourself move on him. You bury your head in his neck while he continues to do most of the work, not that he minded.
“I love you so much.” You say into his ear.
“I, fuck, love you too.”
“You’re my everything, Harry.” His hands press into you harder. God, he loved it when you said that.
“You’re mine.” He groans.
You rubbing up against him in the perfect way. You knew you were going to come again soon. You kiss on his neck and bite down when you feel it approaching faster and faster. He could feel his orgasm bubbling at the base of spine. Having you pressed against him like this was so nice, and he loved being this deep inside you. He moans your name a few times, and this sends you over the edge. You bite down on him harder as you release around his cock. When he come shoots up inside you, you cry out and so does he.
You cup his face in your hands and kiss him. Your tongue slips into his mouth and his molds to yours. You start giggling and he pulls back to look at you.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, you just taste like coffee.” You kiss him again and raise yourself off him.
You both go clean yourselves up. You throw on a pair of shorts and graphic T, and he does the same.
“What do you feel like doin’ today?”
“I don’t know.” You shrug. “We did all our shopping and meal prepping yesterday…”
“Why don’t we take Buster to the park across from the studio? We could bring a tennis ball, let him get some exercise.”
“Oh, that’s a great idea!” You look at Buster and he perks up. “C’mere baby, mummy and daddy are gonna take you to the park.” He yips and comes trotting over.
You pack a backpack with some treats, a water dish, and a large bottle of water. You grab some sunscreen and your sunglasses. Harry puts his snapback on, and you both hit the road. You and Harry did a very good job with training Buster that you knew he didn’t need a leash at the park. He would never run away.
Harry takes the tennis ball out of your backpack and tosses it to Buster who catches it in his mouth.
“You boy!” You exclaim, making him wag his tail.
He comes over drops the ball at your feet. You pick it up and toss it a little farther for him so he can run and go get it. Harry takes his phone out and takes a video of you throwing the ball and Buster running up to you with it. When Buster feels a little tired you take out his water dish and pout some water in it for him to lap up. You and Harry sit down on the grass and he lays at your feet.
“Need to take him to the groomer again, his hair grows in so quick.” You say and Harry nods.
“I could just shave him, I’ve got the clippers at home.”
“Oh but he likes the groomer.” You look at Buster. “Right baby? You like to see Daniel at PetSmart?” Buster yips at him. “See?” Harry chuckles and rubs Buster’s belly.
“Feelin’ hungry at all? I could go grab us somethin’ quick across the street. Nice smoothie place down there.”
“Sure! That’d be great baby, thanks.” Harry grabs his wallet and jogs across the street. Buster sits up to watch him. “Don’t worry baby, daddy’s just going to grab us a snacky.” You pet his head and he lays back down.
Harry returns shortly with two smoothies and you kiss him on the cheek as a thank you.
“It’s so nice out today.” He says sipping on his drink.
“I know! Not too humid either, thank god.”
You both stay a while longer, tossing the tennis ball to Buster a few times, letting him just run around to his heart’s desire. You go home a little before dinner. You and Harry decide to grill some veggie burgers and eat outside. It was perfect. You loved your life with him more than anything in the world.
“Harry?” He hums his response. “Would you say technically next month we’ll have been together a year? Or would you say October since that’s when we became official?” You put official in air quotes.
“My inner psycho says our first date is our anniversary.” You burst out laughing and nod your head.
“That must make me a psycho too.”
“I’d say by our second or third date I knew I wasn’t goin’ anywhere.” He smirks. “Yeh had me from the get go.”
“Oh stop it.”
“I mean it! I certainly didn’t want anyone else to have you.”
“I can’t believe it’s almost been a year, it flew by.”
“Just cause we’ve been havin’ so much fun.” You both giggle. “I feel like I can’t even remember what my life was like without you in it sometimes.”
“I feel the same way.” You twiddle your thumbs in your lap. “Or when I remember what my life was like before you were in it, I sort of feel sad.” You look up at him. “Like, I was constantly living with a fake smile on my face, pretending I was okay for everyone else’s sake.” You reach out for his hand and he gives it to you. “Not that it’s your job, but you make me better Harry.”
He takes your hand and kisses it.
“You make me better too. I honestly didn’t think I was capable of loving someone.” Both of your eyebrows raise. “I know you find that hard to believe, but I’ve never really been in love before, and I’ve never really been a good boyfriend before either. You brought out somethin’ good in me.”
He rubs his thumb over your bare left ring finger. In a month or so he’d be getting down on one knee and asking you to officially spend the rest of your life with him. He had the upmost confidence you’d say yes. You were made for him. He spent his whole life waiting for you, and he was never going to let you go.
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Survey #283
“if teardrops could be bottled, there’d be swimming pools filled by models”
How much would you tip a waiter or waitress for good service? I honestly don’t even know the proper etiquette of tipping because I almost never ever have been in a sit-down restaurant where I’ve paid because of the whole “I don’t have an income” thing. If for whatever reason I did, I would have asked the person with me how. I do (maybe…) believe however that there should be a baseline for how much you tip, even if your experience is somewhat unpleasant. You don’t know what that person is going through that day. If it’s just pure awful, then I might not tip at all, but I think I’d honestly feel way too guilty.
Who is your favorite character from the television sitcom Friends? I don’t watch it.
Whose name might you have tattooed on your body? None. Well, I guess if I had hypothetical kids, I might, especially as a tribute if they died.
What is something that you always need to leave plugged in? I always at least have my laptop charger plugged into the wall, but not always into my computer as to not totally kill the battery. I just need it a lot because I’m only always on it.
Who might you send a selfie to? I don’t send them to anyone, really, save for specific occasions. I just take selfies once in a blue moon to change my Facebook picture, honestly. I feel weird just sending people pictures of me because I feel like I’m screaming, “HEY LOOK AND COMPLIMENT ME!!!!!!!!!”, so it makes me uncomfortable. I only did semi-recently because my friend did my makeup for a Halloween shoot and for once in my goddamn life I felt really pretty so sent it to Sara.
Name an item in or on your bed every night. My phone is on the right upper corner of my bed so I can check it when I wake up; I always wake up throughout the night and wanna know what time it is.
Out of your work shift, how much time do you spend doing “actual work”? Well one, define “actual work,” but odds are almost zero because I don’t have shit to do.
How long do your New Years resolutions typically last? I don’t make ‘em.
Who would you call first after getting engaged to tell them the news? Most likely Mom.
What’s the song that reminds you of the person you like?Okay so deadass I listened to NSP’s “Wish You Were Here” cover recently and kinda cried lol.
Are you good at holding back your tears? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Have you ever sacrificed something important to you for someone you love? My goddamn sanity.
How many jobs do you have? None.
Do you have any memories you want to erase? There’s one occasion with Jason I wish I could forget so, so badly.
Do you believe in the phrase “If it’s meant to be, it will be”? No. I don’t believe in pre-determined destinies and such, and thus I don’t see anything as “meant” and “not meant” to be.
Do you believe in destiny? Wow, good timing lmao.
Do you believe that things will get better? I like to think so.
Have you ever drunk dialed someone? No.
Have you ever worn a tiara? Haha, I think on my 18th birthday maybe, my friend Summer came with us to dinner and brought me a birthday tiara.
If someone offered to take you out for your birthday, where would you decide to go? I almost always go to Olive Garden for dinner. But, after trying the Cheesecake Factory for the first time… *eyes emoji*
If you plan to have kids, what will you tell them about Santa Clause? I’m not having kids, but hypothetically, I’d let them believe it. It’s so magical as a kid and brings so much excitement. I’d tell them the truth when it feels appropriate, and if I know they’re not the type to go telling other kids for no reason “HEY MY MOM SAID SANTA’S NOT REAL SO UR DUMB.” I’d be damned if they ruined it for other children.
If you have ever been employed, have you ever been attracted to your boss? What about a co-worker? Not that I remember.
Do [would] you avoid kissing your [possibly hypothetical] significant other when you or they are ill? Look man I made out with my ex while he was recovering from bronchitis before we knew it wasn’t contagious so OOPS yeah because I am 110% the “if you’re sick, I’m sick” dumbass all the while going FULL Mom Mode taking care of the person.
What was the last thing you bought, other than food? With my own money, that is a daaaamn good question. I only really use it/am given it for food.
Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? No.
Who was the last person you Facebook messaged? Do you know what that person is doing at this moment? My mom. She’s in the living room watching TV, probably.
Think back to the last time you cried, or felt like crying. Who or what helped you to feel better? My mom.
Do you own any accessories with your name or initial on them? No, they don’t appeal to me.
Is there someone of the opposite sex that knows everything, or almost everything, about you? I would say Jason, but we haven’t seen or spoken to each other for almost four years, and I’m a much different person by now, and I’m sure he is, too.
Do you remember the last time you cried because you missed someone? A few weeks back I had a breakdown over Jason again. My PTSD was and still is being pretty rough lately.
Are your eyes the same color as your sibling(s)? Just my brother.
Anything in your room that you’re hiding from your parents, or someone else? No.
What’s your most noticeable flaw? Thinking about it, probably my extreme aversion to conflict. I will BOLT from confrontation.
And what’s your best feature? I’m extremely empathetic.
Have you ever hallucinated? Yeah; I would see shadows move when I was coming off a certain med.
Do you have fangirl-ish tendencies? ……………….
Have you ever replied “OK” when someone confessed they liked you? Wow, no. Either admit reciprocated feelings or gently turn them down.
The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, or The Beatles? OHHHHHHHH BUDDY. Led Zeppelin, I think… but maybe the Stones. Idk.
What would you do for immortality and infinite youth? Nothing.
Would you rather have a pool or a hot tub? A pool.
Is your handwriting legible? Yes. Well, some people find it slightly difficult because it’s kinda fancy.
Have you ever held a baby chick? Yes!
Do you think ‘everything bagels’ are disgusting? I’m not a fan.
Do you live with anyone that you try to avoid at all costs? No.
What did you last get upset about? How incredibly fuckin weak my body is.
When is the last time you personally made someone else cry? I don’t know.
How many more people do you think you’ll kiss before you die? Hopefully only one. I do NOT want to deal with anymore heartbreak, nor do I want to waste anymore time with someone I’m not going to spend the rest of my life with.
Are you more spiritual or religious? Spiritual.
Ever been to a rave? Nooooo, most definitely not my scene.
Are you afraid to name the person you talk the most shit about? No.
Song playing right now? I’m listening to “PRESIDENT X” by 3TEETH rn.
Have you ever laughed at someone because they had a funny name? No, that’s incredibly rude.
Speaking of names, why do celebrities always call their kids stupid ones? They’re not all “stupid”…? There are some beautiful names I’ve heard. It’s none of my business why others’ children are named what they are.
Do you get car sick easily? I don’t.
Do you think you’re a good conversationalist? Why is that? NO. I’m just awkward and don’t know what to talk about or what to say back to people a lot. Awhile back though my friend Ian told me I was actually a really nice one and it meant a LOT to me. Hearing someone say that reassured me a little bit.
Have you ever been on a float in a parade? What were you doing on it? No.
Have you ever been in a helicopter? No.
Have you ever had chicken pox? No.
Who is your favorite animated character? Oh boy that’s hard man, idk. Maybe Ninetales, at least aesthetically. Idk about as characters themselves.
Is it easy to make you gag? Yeah.
Who’s your favorite Disney character? Probably Scar.
Would you rather have a pet crocodile or a pet octopus? I deadass kinda want a caiman lol. It’s something I doubt I’ll actually do, though.
Do you like Ritz crackers? Yeah.
Do you have any designer clothing? If so what brand? No.
Were you afraid of the dark when you were little? Not very, no.
What are your opinions on war in general? It’s fucking awful and could be avoided if people weren’t so goddamn hasty, selfish, and uncompromising, among many other adjectives.
Do you like pretzels? Yessss, especially soft ones.
Have you ever wanted to be a writer? Yeah, tons of times in my life on-and-off.
Did you even vote? This is the very first year I actually did. I felt really bad for not acting, only complaining about my government, and “silence speaks” was heavy on my head. Did some research to educate myself, and I felt amazing afterwards.
What is your favorite flavor of gum? Usually watermelon.
Are you wearing any bandaids? If so, where and why? No.
Do you currently have any bruises on you? No.
Do you/did you like or dislike school? I always hated it.
Are you currently wearing any lotion? No.
Do you ever make recipes found online? What was the last one? I don’t cook, so… but there sure are some that look good.
If you smoke weed, what do you usually do after you get high? If you don’t, what would you do if everyone around you were smoking? I never have, so I wouldn’t know. Haha, for the second half, sit there awkwardly… been there once.
What’s the last thing you ordered online? The next Wings of Fire book. Starting Sunny’s story now.
Tell me about your favorite dress. I had this spring dress in high school that was white with purple skulls on it in a floral design… It was really cute and just has a special memory tied to it.
Have you ever slept in a waterbed? If so, what was it like? Yeah, that used to be considered “fun” as a kid. They’re not awful, but not that comfortable either, and if I remember well, it’s easy to get sweaty because of the material.
How many floors does your house have? Just one.
Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Yes.
Do you enjoy sappy love songs? Hell yeah I do.
Do you ever buy the same shirt in different colors? Simple tank tops, yeah.
Ever made out on a rooftop? Damn dude no I’d be paranoid of falling off lmao.
One place you will never eat at? Arby’s.
If someone went through your pictures, would they find a "bad" one? Nope.
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Can you do some headcanons on what the Hazbin crew does together? For example what activities do they do, what do they do on Friday nights?
Okay this gets lo ng (maybe I did to much detail- oh well its worth it)
So it’s under a cut
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-Alotta them clique-up pretty quickly, so a bunch of different stuff will be going on. Baxter will be trying to be his lonely ass self, Angel has wrangled Alastor and Husk to the couch for whatever the hell Angel thinks is fun (If Husk didn’t already run off to the peace and quiet that is Baxter), Mimzy, Niffty, and Crymini are usually doing some kinda “gossip” (Its just Niffty and Crymini listening to Mimzy babble). Sometimes the specific groups shuffle around- it all depends on who Angel and Mimzy call dibs on for the evening.
-Charlie lets this go on for awhile but eventually decides to force everyone to hang together.
-Her way of doing this is, once a week one person will pick an activity, and teach the whole Hotel about it.
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-They start with Charlie’s activity first- the whole thing was her idea so it’s only fitting that she starts it.
-She chooses karaoke.
-Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor are the only ones that really have fun, But Charlie makes everyone sing at least once.
-You would think Mimzy would love this, but she sees it as a cheap knock-off of a real performace. And is thus grumpy for the whole night.
- Charlie and Vaggie do some cute duets, Angel does a really sexual song (That Charlie stops him halfway through- the hotel is grateful), Husk just stands on the stage, when the songs over he grumbles “Awe fuck I lost” to pretend like he cares, Niffty chose a rap song for some reason, Alastor pulled her off stage after the first curse word (and she whined endlessly), Crymini refused to sing into the mic and was mumbling the whole time, Baxter couldn’t even stand on the stage, Mimzy’s entire turn is her complaining about it all, and Alastor went last, shutting everyone up cause nobody really expected him to have a good voice, or to take it seriously.
-Though Alastor’s fun really stemmed from everyone’s complaints (”And Husks colourful words about everything :D”)
-After that Charlie’s almost discouraged to continue this little trend but EVERYONE insists that they gotta go long enough to get their turn. They kinda just want to put the other members through the hell that was.
-That isn’t the best reason to continue… But it works-
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-Vaggie’s next, she chooses campfire stories- The hotel gets a lobby camping trip.
-Angel and Niffty have a blast setting up a blanket fort big enough for everyone. Vaggie’s making notes on it as they work
-Alastor makes it topple at least twice- Vaggie soon kicks him out of the fort until it’s fully built, so he’s left hovering over everyone.
-Charlie and Baxter work on the “Campfire”. It’s just a pile of christmas lights- Charlie asked Baxter for help specifically, assuming he’s the least likely to cause a fire with a pile of old shitty lights.
-She was right
-Crymini teaches Husk and Mimzy how to make roasted marshmallows using a stove.
-Husk “almost catches his fur on fire” (The marshmallow caught and he thought it’d somehow spread to him), Mimzy and Crymini laugh while he panics.
-They get a whole plate of marshmallows, cooked to various degrees
-Alastor will only eat the ones that are pretty much pure char- Oh well, nobody else was going to eat them.
-Vaggie insists that campfire stories only feel right if everyones in pyjamas.
-Charlie sets one rule for this: They gotta be actual clothes (coughcoughAngelcoughcough)
-Vaggie’s actually really giddy about this, she goes off to find a good flashlight while everyone works on sitting around the “fire”.
-Its a bit of a struggle until Crymini starts tellin people exactly where to sit.
-Crymini is kinda like the second in command here, she loves camping.
-When Vaggie gets back, she plops right into Charlie’s lap and its adorable.
-She gives a basic rundown of how this is gonna work, they’re gonna pass the flashlight around to show who’s tellin the story. The story can be anything, they can make it up as they go, can be something from your living years, whatever, Vaggie doesn’t care. She says which way the flashlights gonna be passed, and thus the order. With how Crymini sat everyone, this puts Crymini being last.
-Vaggie doesn’t do an improv story for once, instead opting to one of Charlie’s favorites- Her own twisted telling of Alice in wonderland. (Yeah a twisted aiw is cliche but idc, its a great fairytale)
-It’s a great starting point, Of course with Vaggies storytelling, its really easy to get people hooked.
-Charlie’s story is what she hopes happens to the hotel members, everyone having such a happy life in heaven. She tears up toward the end and Vaggie plants a kiss on her cheek cause Gosh dang Charlie why you gotta be so cute.
-The other members also find it to be really adorable, and make various little comments- Alastor is silent.
-Husk is next, he tells a story from his childhood- first time he got a card trick to work. This is pretty much when the hotel learns he loves magic tricks- Of course Alastor and Niffty have heard this story a hundred times, and tease him a bit about it.
-Mimzys story is made up, its some woman getting turned on by everyone around her- The hotel has suspitions its based in something.. But they never ask her about it
-Angel has one of those “this is horror for me but not for anyone else” stories. it took like 2 seconds to tell, so Vaggie makes him try again. He starts going off about something sexual. Alastor covers Niffty’s ears, Crymini throws a marshmallow at him. He laughs, says he’s joking, then tells an actual eerie story.
-Baxter’s story has to much scientific tangents for the hotel to really understand what it was about. Bax is satisfied though, so they move on.
-Niffty tells the story of how she died, in far to much detail- but also with alot of weird hyper tangents. The hotel just stares, but Alastor’s clapping.
-Alastor takes the flashlight from Niffty, hums in thought, then passes it to Crymini, insisting he really needs to go last.
-Vaggie grumbles, but lets it happen.
-Crymini’s a bit grumpy, she wanted to pull the “really scary story is the last story” thing- She still tells her story of course, she succeds in spooking Charlie, Angel, and Niffty.
-Charlie asks why she’d do that. Vaggie starts to say thats just how campfire stories work- But baxter hops in, going off on why its not even possible- even with the wierdness around Hell. “C’mon Crymini, at least put some effort into scaring us”
-Alastor laughs, takes the flashlight from Crymini, brings out his dial eyes and goes “If you’d like a scary story, I can certainly provide”
-He defintely succeds in his little ploy, after his long story, everyone is mortified except for Husk- Who Al is pretty sure can’t be scared.
-Thanks Al, now nobody can sleep >:/
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-Baxter is in charge next, allowing everyone in his lab for once. Of course he decided to show everyone a very basic experiment.
-Ha made sure nothing can explode, or burn through tables… The safest fucking thing he can think of.
-Angel somehow looses a patch of fur, Alastor still manages to explode the damn thing, Niffty broke five beakers before Baxter refused to give her another one. Husk drank his.
-Vaggie and Charlie were the only ones to get the reaction to work, so the hotel gathers around their table to watch it
-Baxter bans Alastor and Niffty from his lab- Everyone agrees its probably for the best.
-They do not listen to the ban
-The members do actually go hang in his lab more often, just to watch him do all the cool stuff
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-Husk choses Poker. of course he does.
-He practically robs the entire Hotel
-Except Charlie wouldn’t let them gamble with actual money…
-She made pretzel dogs to gamble with.
-After he destroys everyone, he gives them tips in cheating….
-Via magic tricks
-Charlie is a bit weary about it- but it’s Husks turn to share his interests- She mumbles something about “please only do these with eachother- and not for money…”
-Niffty and Crymini snag a couple pretzel dogs from Husks fucking moutain of them
-Angel picks up on the tricks really easily, with all his fuckin arms.
-Alastor and Mimzy are terrible at all of them, Alastor being incredibly obvious about what he’s doing, and Mimzy ends up flinging cards everywhere each time.
-Crymini and Baxter can do the tricks, sure, but they figure out other meathods of cheating. Baxter quickly learning to count cards, and Crymini using her theft skills to hide cards.
-After everyone seems to get the tricks down, Husk has them play another game (without him, so they have a chance)
-Niffty wins, Vaggie was really close.
–
-Niffty teaches the Hotel how to sew
-Alastor and Husk use this as an excuse to sew Angels arms to his sides (They sew the sleeves, not his actual arms dw)
-Baxter keeps sewing his gloves to everything. He refuses to take them off.
-Mimzy freakin loves this, she has alotta clothes that have been torn up from old fights that she can finally fix
-Vaggie and Charlie keep pricking themselves. Niffty takes the needles away from them.
-Angel is yelling for everyone to free him.
-Crymini sews up a gag to shut him up
-Charlie sets him free.
-Angel can’t even get revenge- He’ll figure something out one day
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-Angel decides to do a makover/dress-up kinda thing.
-He wen’t and got a ton of random clothes for everyone.
-Mimzy helps everyone with makeup
-Angel gets his revenge by forcing Al and Husk into the exact kinda clothes they despise
-Meaning Al is forced into something far to revealing for his liking.
-Nobody can pull his jacket away from him, he has an iron grip.
-And Husk is just forced into clothes, he doesn’t like them, they feel to weird on his fur. Angel put him in a semi-formal kinda outfit, he looks super cute
-Baxter gets out of this by just taking off his labcoat, he wears clothes under it of course. But nobodies ever seen him without the labcoat.
-Angel talks him into putting on a little bowtie though
-Niffty and Crymini look like fuckin princesses. Crymini started using a british accent- she kinda hit full roleplay mode with this.
-Charlie and Vaggie swapped their general styles, Charlie’s got a basic dress and Vaggie’s trying to get this vest to actually be fucking comfortable.
-Mimzy pulls Vaggie’s hair into a bun.
-Charlie.exe has stopped working
-Angel gets into his go to drag outfit, and gets everyone to do a runway thing
-Alastor refuses to get off the couch- Sadly Charlie is to broken from Vaggie to actually save this poor man.
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-Charlie was really worried about Alastor’s turn- Cause.. Well it’s Alastor
-It’s okay he chooses Cooking
-Vaggie is hesitant about it all though
-Niffty and Husk already knew Alastor could cook, of course. But the others are a bit surprised
-Alastor makes a comment sayin he prefers raw meat, but cooking is quite relaxing.
-They all work together to make dinner pretty much. Everyones put in charge of something.
-Alastor watches over what everyones doing, makes little comments, and even reminds the others to check on the food.
-He’s making something completely different from everyone else and won’t say what he’s doing when the others ask
-Niffty and Husk are the obvious helpers here, Niffty making sure nobodies gonna hurt themselves, and Husk taking over things when someone almost (or does) burn something.
-It doesn’t turn out very well, but it’s edible and they all made it together. They’re all proud and eat anyway
-The oven dings while everyones eating and Alastor goes to check on it. Niffty follows after him to help
-While everyone’s casually talking, having a good time, he comes back with cupcakes
-Of course he did a dark twist- they look like he pulled them straight out of a highschool halloween party- covered in fake eyes, other small body parts, ect. But far more realistic.
-Vaggie hops up assuming they’re real parts
-Niffty giggles and says thank you, she made them all herself
-Husk grabs an “eye” off one of them, eating it. He says that Al wouldn’t just give people body parts out of nowhere. He has class.
-Vaggie is still suspicious of the cupcake. Everyone else eats them just fine.
-Al is a really good baker, Everyone keep’s sayin he should really bake more often
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-Crymini gets the hotel to play baseball- Or at least as close as they can get to baseball
-Everyone’s having alot of fun actually- Baxter doesn’t like the running, but hes still having fun
-They decide to just have everyone take turns hitting/throwing the ball for the most part
-Alastor won’t use the bat, he just uses his mic. It lets out a ton of feedback each time. They beg him to use the bat, he wont.
-Angel has the best pitch
-Mimzy has the best swing
-Baxter and Niffty broke the most windows
-Speakign of windows: Charlie had to cut the activity short before they broke all the hotels windows-
-Charlie gets a softer ball later for them to keep playing, cause it was so much fun.
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-Mimzy teaches the hotel to dance
-Alastor, Niffty and Charlie already know how- They just get to help teach
-Charlie’s helping Vaggie (obviously)
-Alastor is the only one tall enough to help Angel and Husk
-Mimzy tried to help them, she really did.
-Mimzy and Niffty help Crymini and Baxter, switching around a bit.
-Baxter would much rather Not™
-Mimzy won’t let him sit on the sidelines, every time he tries to sneak off she grabs him, pulling him into some random move
#Hazbin Hotel#Hazbin Charlie#Hazbin Vaggie#Hazbin Angel Dust#Hazbin Alastor#Hazbin Husk#Hazbin Niffty#Hazbin mimzy#Hazbin Baxter#Hazbin Crymini#Hazbin Hotel Headcanons#god this took forever
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It Took One Night - William Nylander (Part 4)
A/N: So, I was really uninspired writing this so I’m really sorry if it’s shit. Also I was in a bad mood when I wrote the last part of this SO just excuse me venting through two fictional characters lol
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: Swearing, Pregnancy, A Lot of talk about Vomiting, One mention of Divorce (I think that’s all but if I missed anything tell me)
It’d been a few days, and you still hadn’t gotten your period. You were lucky that your cycle was always pretty regular, so it finally dawned on you that your increased workload was very unlikely to be causing all this chaos in your body. Denial was no longer an option and as you put the pieces of the puzzle together; sore boobs, exhaustion, nausea, vomiting, and your missing period, it didn’t take long before you were freaking the fuck out.
You couldn’t be pregnant. On the numerous occasions you and William had had sex, you’d used a condom everytime – and you were on the pill. Well, you thought you had every time. The problem was your memory was still blurry from the night you hooked up at Lyla’s party, and you were both obliterated so maybe you’d both got toocaught up in the moment? Come to think of it, you didn’t remember seeing a wrapper discarded on the floor when you were getting your shit together the morning after.
Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
To be honest, you didn’t want to accept that this could actually be a possibility so you spent a few more days building a wall of denial and trying to distract yourself. Besides, you’d organised a date with a guy, Ryan, that you’d been talking to on tinder and you really didn’t want to cancel. It was your chance to forget about William and keep putting your potential pregnancy on the backburner.
The only problem was, your nausea and vomiting were getting worse. You really wanted to kill the person that coined the term ‘morning sickness’ because it plagued you all day. You were running in and out of the bathroom at work for a solid hour, and sculling water because it was the only thing you could keep down, before Mandy told you to go home and rest. Knowing how understaffed the café was at the moment, you felt terrible about leaving but you didn’t dare say no after Mandy jokingly threatened to kick your ass if she didn’t receive a snapchat from you in the next thirty minutes that showed you almost asleep in bed.
On your drive home you finally accepted that you definitely needed to take a pregnancy test, as much as you didn’t want to. So you drove to the store closest to your flat, only having to stop once to let a wave of nausea pass, and bought three pregnancy tests. With the amount of denial that was still in your mind, you’d probably have to use all three to convince yourself either way.
Thankfully when you got home, Madison was at work so you wouldn’t have to explain yourself to anyone – yet. You grabbed you water bottle out of the fridge, needing it to both settle your stomach and make you need to pee. Although, the latter wasn’t much of a problem as you’d always been a nervous pee-er and you’d never been more nervous in your life.
Taking the first pregnancy test felt like an outer body experience, like you still hadn’t fully grasped that you were actually doing this. It felt so strange, you’d never had to take one before as you’d never had a pregnancy scare before. Although it wasn’t complicated, you just needed to pee on the damn stick, you were worried that somehow you were going to fuck it up and screw the result up. It sounded insane but you were terrified, and you were starting to wish you had someone here with you that would ask you if you were alright.
You set the timer for three minutes on your phone. The longest three minutes of your life. In three minutes you’d find out whether you’re denial had been worth it, or if you’d just been delaying the inevitable. In that time, every outcome, every potential future situation buzzed around in your head, giving you such a headache that you hadn’t even realised the timer on your phone had gone off. When you finally snapped out of your trance, you let your alarm ding for a couple more breaths. You didn’t want to look but you knew you had to.
Standing up slowly, you stopped the timer and kept your eyes focused on the bathroom mirror, taking a few deep breaths before you finally let your head falter and look down at the pregnancy test.
Positive.
Still holding out hope that it could be a false positive, you took the other two tests you’d purchased and placed them alongside the first one. You would do anything for a negative test. This wasn’t something you needed in your life right now. A baby, like an actual living, breathing human that would rely on you, and you could hardly look after yourself as it was.
When the timer went off again you didn’t hesitate like you did the first time, snatching both tests off the vanity in a split second.
They were both positive. They were allpositive.
Fuck.
A wave of nausea hit you like a ton of bricks, and you were pretty sure it wasn’t because of the thing growing inside of you. You threw up one last time into the toilet, before sinking against the wall, letting every emotion flood you and it didn’t take long before you were drenched in your own tears. Your face was red, eyes swollen and your work shirt was now wet and covered in snot. Your sobs echoed off the tiled walls and you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, trying to console yourself since there was no one else there to do it.
What the fuck were you going to do?
You couldn’t have a baby. You weren’t financially stable, you didn’t even know what you wanted to do with your life yet and, your parents – well, you’d be joining your sister in the disowned and disappointed pile. Tossed away like an old toy. Toys. Baby’s needed toys. Fuck, your brain was already starting to link every word you said to what you need to buy or do for a baby. With that, you let yourself cry even more than you’d already done. You were overwhelmed and didn’t know how you were supposed to get past this, hell you didn’t even know how you were going to tell William.
William.
What was he going to say? He’d probably think you were some gold-digging whore who was just after a bit of cash, especially after you’d made it clear you didn’t want to be in a relationship. He was going to hate you – if he didn’t already.
After you’d spent about an hour emptying your tear ducts, you’d cried yourself to a level of emotional exhaustion you’d never experienced before. All you wanted to do now was sleep, and enter the land of dreams where you could be blissfully ignorant of your nightmarish reality for a couple of hours. So, you picked yourself up off the bathroom floor, making sure to take your tests with so you could hide them away in your locked drawer, and landed on your bed with a dramatic thud. You buried yourself under the covers as you heard Madison come through the front door, pretending to be asleep when she poked her head in your bedroom to see if you were home. You didn’t have to pretend for long, as the thoughts in your head eventually surrendered and you drifted off in a blissful ignorance.
Waking up in the morning, your eyes were still swollen from crying and they stung horribly when you stupidly rubbed them. Then you remembered that your tinder date was tonight, and you were seriously considering cancelling. It would be the normal thing to do, except your brain was telling you that you needed to go out and have a little fun. Who knows when you’ll get to do that again? Besides, Ryan wouldn’t know (and didn’t need to know) that you were pregnant so what harm could it do?
So, later that day you were attempting to doll yourself up for a date that would hopefully put a smile on your face. You decided on wearing a black and white striped bandeau midi dress, with horizontal stripes across the bust while the remainder of the dress was vertical stripes. It wasn’t anything fancy, and it was surprisingly comfortable which suited you well since you really didn’t want anything putting any pressure on your stomach. You grabbed a pair of strappy black heels, and half-heartedly put some makeup on and brushed your hair – not even bothering to style it properly. Despite your eagerness earlier, you were starting to regret this date and you hadn’t even left your flat yet.
You took a cab to the restaurant, and was pleasantly surprised to see Ryan standing outside waiting for you. He looked even more attractive in person, his dark curls catching your attention immediately as you connected with his hazel eyes, before you traced his toned figure with your eyes, locking on his large hands momentarily. As lovely as he was to look at, you just hoped he was as nice as he came across in his messages.
You smiled at Ryan, as he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek and said hi. As he did so, you got a smell of his cologne and had to stop yourself from gagging. This nausea thing was getting old real quickly.
“How are you doing?”
“Yeah, I’m great thanks” you replied, a fake smile plastered on your face as you lied through your teeth.
“Uh, should we go inside? I’m starving” Ryan asked, as you realised you hadn’t even asked how he was. God he must think you’re a right snob.
“Yeah, yeah definitely” you answered, trying not to think about all the different food aromas that would morph together and drive your insides insane.
Once you’d been seated you and Ryan started talking about everything going in each other’s lives (well, not exactly everything), and it was all fine to start off with. Until you realised he was completely in love with himself, and didn’t know when to stop talking. In so many words, he pretty much said that you were really lucky to be here with him tonight because he had so many girls begging to go out with him. Awesome. You were on a date with a man child. Now you were really regretting not cancelling when you had the chance.
While you waited for your food to arrive, and for the waiter to serve as a pleasant interruption, you blocked out Ryan’s droning voice and instead found yourself thinking about William. If you hadn’t have told him you didn’t want a relationship, maybe you could’ve been on a date with him right now instead of this self-obsessed moron. William definitely wouldn’t have been talking about himself, most likely asking you every question under the sun so he’d have more stuff to playfully tease you about. It was until now that you realised how much you actually missed being around him, and it was just because you were pregnant. Everything had felt so easy with him, you could talk about anything, laugh at each other and you didn’t once feel afraid to be vulnerable around him. You’d give anything to swap Ryan out with William right now, even though you still had no idea how you were going to tell him you were pregnant.
You brought your mind back to the present, and weren’t surprised to hear Ryan still going on about himself. If you’d had a bread roll you would’ve shoved it in his mouth with no hesitation.
Thankfully, the waiter came over with your food and were grateful that the interruption shut Ryan up for a minute. The only problem was that at the mere sight of a plateful of food, your insides were starting to churn. You’d never turned your nose up at a piece of steak before but right now it looked and smelt like the most unappetising slice ever. While Ryan dug into his own piece of steak, you cut yours up into tiny pieces and pushed it around your plate, hoping it would disappear so you wouldn’t have to eat any.
“Why aren’t you eating?” Ryan asked through a mouthful of a steak.
Charming.
“I had a big lunch, sorry”.
“I’m not paying for your meal if you’re not even going to eat it” he practically spat at you.
What a gentleman.
You sighed heavily, talking yourself out of pouring your glass of water over his head, and reluctantly put a piece in your mouth. As you tried to chew just one snippet of steak, you could feel your mouth starting to water, the same way it always did when you were about to throw up. Maybe, if you could just swallow this one piece the sensation would go away. So you swallowed, feeling every inch of it make its way down your throat – before it started to come back up again.
Fuck.
Panicking, you grabbed your clutch and a napkin and covered your mouth, managing to blurt out a muffled “I have to go to the bathroom” before you ran off and into the nearest stall. By this point, you had had enough of throwing up every time you so much as looked at food and now you’d managed to make a scene during everyone’s dinner.
There was no way you were going back out there, specially without gargling some water and scrubbing the hell out of your teeth with a toothbrush. You grabbed your clutch, pulled your phone out and rang Madison who, thankfully, picked up on the first ring. You explained that you were holed up in the restaurant bathroom, and that you must’ve eaten something bad – you weren’t telling her you were pregnant over the phone. Madison told you to hang tight and she’d be there as soon as possible, and you could actually hear her rushing around grabbing her keys and running out the door before you hung up. Thank god for Madison.
After about fifteen minutes, Madison came bursting into the bathroom and found you sitting in the stall, searching for just one single mint in your clutch.
“Fuck am I glad to see you” you said to Madison, giving up on your search for a minute you knew probably wasn’t even there.
“Ok so I told him that you had food poisoning from something I cooked you, which if we’re being honest is probably what actually happened” she explained.
You smiled at Madison, “Thanks Madi”.
You felt guilty for letting her think that it was her fault that your date had been ruined, but you really didn’t want to explain everything to her in a restaurant bathroom. So, Madison helped you splash some water on your face and when she pulled out a toothbrush and toothpaste you could’ve kissed her.
On the drive home the guilt was starting to eat away at you, mainly because Madison was planning all the ways she could make up for accidentally ruining your date. Even though she was your best friend, you were slightly terrified about telling her because of how close she is to both you and William. What if she thought you did it on purpose? You knew it was stupid and that Madison would never react like that, but nonetheless it was still daunting. Regardless, she deserved to know the truth.
Before you spilled your guts to Madison, you jumped in the shower, wanting to have some time to yourself to figure out how exactly you were going to tell her. You didn’t do much thinking as the hot water running down your back felt so heavenly that you wouldn’t have been surprised if you fell asleep.
When you eventually dragged yourself out of the shower, you went and sat on the couch next to Madison, still wearing your towel.
“I need to tell you something”
Madison looked at you with wide eyes, “Shit, why so serious?”
“It wasn’t your cooking that made me sick”
Madison scoffed, “you don’t need to lie to make me feel better ok, I know my cooking is fucking shit and that’s why I usually order takeout when it’s my turn”
“I’m pregnant”
You narrowly dodged the soda that Madison had just spat out of her mouth.
“You’re what?”
“I’m pregnant” you repeated, surprisingly calm.
Madison leant back against the couch and looked at you, “Holy fuck”
“Yeah” you replied, nodding your head.
It was obvious that Madison was in shock because she kept blinking, something she always did when she was trying to come to grips with something unexpected.
“How long have you known?”
“Since yesterday. I mean I did the tests yesterday but I guess I knew before then, I was just in denial”
“Wait a second, wait a damn second. Is it Willy’s? It’s Willy’s isn’t it!?” she half yelled.
“I mean yeah but- ”
“Have you told him? Y/N you have to tell him! Seriously, this is huge for him”
“Hang on, what do you mean it’s huge for him?” you asked, bemused at why she seemed to only be concerned about William.
“It’s a baby Y/N? He’s a professional athlete, he doesn’t need any distractions from his career – this could screw him for good!”
You were the closest you’d ever come to slapping a friend before.
“Are you fucking serious right now!?” you screamed at Madison. “It’s huge for him? It could screw his life? What about me, Madison!? You don’t think this isn’t fucking huge for me too? I have this thing inside of me and I have no fucking idea what to do about it!”
“Relax ok, I was just saying that I think it’s gonna affect Willy in a lot more ways than you”
Now you were raging.
“I can’t believe you right now” you scoffed, glaring across at Madison. “I’m not saying that it’s not going to affect him but I would like to point out something you know damn well, unless you paid zero attention in biology, that I’m the one who has to CARRY the baby and GIVE BIRTH to it ok?”
Madison rolled her eyes, “you’re being a bit dramatic now. You’ll be fine, and I’m sure William will give you whatever you want”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, I’m just saying that it’s a bit weird that you didn’t want to be in a relationship with him but now you’re having his baby”
“I swear to god if you don’t take that back right now”
“You’ll what Y/N? We all know you weren’t interested in him, so it’s not hard to put the pieces together and realise that you like the lifestyle he has” Madison spat at you, so nonchalantly.
You honestly couldn’t believe what you were hearing right now. Why the fuck was she speaking to you this way?
“I’m seriously done talking to you now. I don’t know who you are, so let me know when the real Madison comes back” you said, getting up and walking towards your bedroom.
Madison rolled her eyes, “real mature Y/N. Always running away from your problems. Just like you followed me out here like a lost puppy dog because your parents didn’t give a fuck about you-”
“SHUT UP” you screamed. “Don’t you everthrow that back in my face! You know the shit my sister and I have been through, so the fact that you can just sit there and say that when I need support now more than ever, says a lot about who you really are”.
“Oh and who am I then?”
“Well half an hour ago you were the person that came and rescued me from the restaurant, now you’re a selfish bitch that’s stuck so far up William’s ass you’ve forgotten who was there for you when your jackass boyfriend left you, or when your parents got divorced”.
“Funny, I didn’t know I was friends with a gold digger either”
You stood there in shock. You couldn’t believe she’d actually called you that. Your best friend, the one person who you thought would have your back in this situation just called you a gold digger.
You wiped away the tears the had escaped from your eyes after hearing that come from her mouth, before whispering “I’m done” and going to your bedroom, slamming the door for good measure.
Your brain was spinning. Honestly, you couldn’t figure out why Madison had reacted the way she had and why it had suddenly gotten so personal. Surely she wasn’t jealous? She’s insane if she is since this is hardly a situation that you wished upon yourself.
Fuelled by adrenaline from your fight with Madison, you grabbed your laptop and booked a one-way flight to New York. You were getting out of here and you wanted to be with the one person who knew exactly what you were going through – your big sister. Although it was late, you text Mandy and said there was a family emergency so you weren’t sure when you’d be back at work. To be honest, you weren’t sure if you’d be back at all. The one thing Madison had said that was true, was that you always ran away from your problems and that’s exactly what you were doing now. You sat there throwing anything and everything into your suitcase so you didn’t have to rush in the morning, hating Madison for being right about you when it came to dealing with adversity. Her words weren’t going to change your mind though. Running had worked well for you up until now, so you didn’t see any need to stick around and watch the life you’d fought so hard to have, crumble to pieces.
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03. request for @hold-my-hair-back. reed tries to ignore their illness during a special date night. tons of build-up and copious public vomiting ensues.
“Do I gotta dress up?”
“You should,” Maria said, adjusting the fabric of her dress around her shoulders. “It’s not that fancy of a place, but it’s, like... sit-down? Just wear a nice sweater, you’ll be fine.”
Reed groaned, shutting the door on their girlfriend. They’d been looking forward to this evening all week, but now that it was here, they just wanted to take the night off, maybe go to bed early. They’d been feeling... off all day, just kinda tired and overfull.
Maybe I ate too much for lunch, Reed thought, pulling their shirt off over their head. They looked like shit, their face pale and white, eyes red-rimmed. In the mirror, their belly was visibly distended, and they rested a hand on it, shivering as it gurgled and churned.
The full feeling didn’t go away, so Reed pulled a sweater on over a button-up, hoping that the layers would help hide how shitty they felt. They felt warmer, at least.
“Reed, come on! We’re gonna be late!” Lynn was knocking on the bedroom door, and Reed sighed, heading into the bathroom.
“Just a minute, jeez!”
Halfway through brushing their teeth, nausea surged in their belly, and they gagged around the toothbrush. Reed leaned over the counter for a long moment, muscles tense, but nothing came up, just thick strands of saliva that they spit into the sink.
Reed took a shaky breath, splashing water on their face and rinsing out their mouth. They couldn’t be sick, not now, not with a date to go on. The cold water did help, at least, because they didn’t feel quite as awful when they stepped out the door.
“You look great, hon,” Maria said, pulling them into a kiss. Lynn hugged them from behind, wrapping their arms around Reed’s sensitive stomach. A soft gag rose in their throat and they tamped it down, breaking off the kiss before they felt any worse.
“Is everything okay?”
“What? Oh, yeah. Just a little warm, that’s all.” Reed forced a smile as they headed out to the car and started up the engine.
“You shouldn’t have worn so many layers,” Lynn said, smiling as she bucked her seatbelt. Reed knew she loved their sweater.
They pulled the car out of the driveway, flipping on their blinker. “Well, too late to change now!”
Driving took up most of Reed’s concentration, which was good, because they didn’t have to fake a smile or participate in the animated conversation happening behind them. The seatbelt put too much pressure on their middle, and the queasy feeling wasn’t going away. If anything, it was getting worse, their stomach rising in their throat several times on sharp turns. What the fuck was up with that? They never got carsick.
In that manner, arriving at the restaurant was somewhat of a relief. They were seated shortly, which meant that Reed could hunch over the table, resting their cheek on their hand. Maybe I’m just hungry, they thought as their nausea flared up again at the smell of food, their stomach gurgling uncomfortably. That was probably it.
"You're awful quiet," Lynn remarked, and Reed glanced up to realize that she was staring at them.
“Just... thinkin’. About what I wanna order.”
Nothing on the menu looked appetizing, and when the waiter came, Reed shrugged. “Just a sandwich for me, thanks.” Acid rose in their throat, and they muffled an airy belch into their hand. “’Scuse me.”
“That all, hon?” The waiter looked skeptical, as did Lynn and Maria. They were known for ordering twice as much in one sitting and packing it away with no problem.
“And, uh...” Reed scanned the menu, looking for something that would be gentle on their stomach. “And the noodles?” Eating would help, they reasoned.
Eating didn’t help. By the time their plate came, knew that something was very wrong. Waves of nausea were washing over them, their stomach churning into overdrive, their face hot. Each bite was a struggle to get down.
They finished their first plate and pushed the dish away, burping wetly into their napkin, afraid that something besides air would come up. Okay, so they were sick. They were sick, and really fucking nauseous, and probably going to puke at some point. That was fine, they could manage.
Lynn and Maria hadn’t noticed, carrying on an animated conversation about their majors, and Reed took the opportunity to slide their hand under their shirt, rubbing their stomach. Sweat beaded on their forehead, and they looked around for the restroom. Shit, they should’ve asked someone earlier.
The smell of food made their stomach swell, and Reed pressed a napkin to their lips, gagging softly into it.
Maria glanced over, a look of concern crossing her face. “Sweetheart, are you feeling okay? You’re really pale.”
“I’m...” A heave rose in their throat, and they swallowed hard. “I’m – buURP!” The end of their burp tapered off into a wet gag, and Reed jumped up, pushing back from the table with one hand on their stomach. “Gotta – hic! – go to the bathroom,” was all they could manage.
Three steps away from the table, Reed realized that they weren’t gonna make it. They stopped, bracing themselves with one hand on the back of an empty chair as their stomach lurched. The other hand hovered below their chin, hoping to catch whatever came out before they made a mess.
When they heaved again, though, it wasn’t a small mouthful of sick but a torrent of vomit that poured out of their mouth, splashing over their hand and onto their shoes. Distantly, they were aware of cries of disgust from the other patrons as they heaved again, another wave of puke splashing onto their sweater.
A hand gripped their shoulder, and Reed swung around, trying to clamp down on the next gag and succeeding, only belching a mouthful of sick onto the growing pile on the floor. Lynn was rubbing their back, murmuring something about getting it all up, but they pulled away, shaking their head.
“Where’s – hmk! – the bathroom?”
“It’s down the hall, to your left, do you...” Lynn’s voice trailed off as they pulled away, walking towards the bathroom at a fast clip, one hand clapped across their mouth, the other pressed against their still-churning stomach.
They heaved again in the bathroom doorway, bracing themselves as a stream of vomit splattered onto the tile floor. A lady doing her makeup in the mirror shrieked, but Reed paid no mind, heaving and gagging in place until the wave was over, then falling to their knees inside a stall.
They had no idea how long they stayed there, gagging and belching helplessly, pressing on their aching stomach with both hands in a vain effort to try to bring the rest of their lunch back up. The few seconds of relief brought by vomiting were gone, and they were still a queasy, nauseous wreck.
Reed was a few seconds away from sticking their finger down their throat when the bathroom door opened again, and they felt Maria embrace them from behind, gathering their sweaty hair out of their face. The smell of her perfume overwhelmed them, and they heaved again, bringing up nothing.
“Not feeling so hot,” they said once they could open their mouth without gagging.
Maria kept stroking their hair. “You don’t say.”
“I took care of everything,” Lynn said from the doorway. “Bill’s paid and everything; I pulled the car around up front whenever you’re ready.”
“I’ll drive,“ Maria added.
“‘M not...” Reed spit thick strands of saliva into the toilet. “Not done yet. Still gotta puke.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Maria ripped off a wad of toilet paper and used it to wipe their chin. “I think you’re done.”
Reed wanted to tell her about how full they still felt, how their stomach was still churning and waves of nausea were washing over them, but they were too exhausted, so they just shook their head.
“I got one of those to-go boxes from the staff,” Lynn added. “Here, if you’re gonna be sick again.”
She helped Reed stand up, supporting them with one arm over her shoulder, and together they shuffled out of the bathroom, Reed miserably clutching the open box to their chest. Their cheeks burned as they stepped around the puddles of vomit they’d left earlier. Normally, they weren’t fazed by body functions in the slightest, but here, with everyone staring at them...
“It wasn’t your fault,” Maria said, helping them into the car. “Here, turn and face me for a minute...”
They oblieged, and she pressed a cool hand to their forehead. “Oh, honey, you’ve really got a fever. Let’s try and get some medicine into you once we get home, okay?”
“Hmm,” Reed hummed, slumping against the open door. They closed their eyes and then opened them again to see Maria slipping into the front seat, Lynn helping buckle them in and then taking a seat beside them herself. They were dizzy enough that the world seemed to fade in and out, which didn’t help the growing nausea.
“Seems like this came on awful fast,” Lynn said. The car jostled as they went over a pothole, and Reed swallowed hard.
“Not – Not that fast. Was kinda feelin’ gross this afternoon. Nearly puked while brushing my teeth.”
Maria met their eyes in the rearview mirror. “Next time, tell us, okay?”
“I didn’t...” Reed paused, swallowing down acid. “I thought it would get better.” The car swerved around a curve in the road, and their stomach lurched. “Gonna be sick,” they said calmly, trying to keep their voice even as a gag rose in the back of their throat.
“Shit – Here –” Lynn fumbled for the empty Styrofoam takeout box, lifting the lid and shoving it into their arms. Reed gagged and belched weakly, spitting out a string of vomit. “Pull over, pull over!”
The loss of motion helped, but not enough. Reed heaved, sending a massive gush of vomit into the container, nearly filling it to the top. Lynn was rubbing their back again, but all they could manage was a hoarse “Sorry –” as a second heave overflowed the container, splattering vomit across their pants and the floor of the car. They belched again, adding a small pile of sick on top of the mess.
“Oh, honey." Reed hadn’t noticed that Maria had exited the car and come around to open the door on their side until she spoke. They spun around with a strangled gag and retched out of the side of the car, still held in place by their seatbelt. This time, they brought up several small, thin streams of puke, and then acid, and then nothing at all, dry-heaving again and again into the grass.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and then head home, hmm?” Maria said. “How does that sound?”
It sounded good, Reed had to admit.
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all of the flowers u fool
get ready 4 a long and sappy post lads
rose - describe your crush.i dont rlly Think i have any crushes but there’s this one rlly pretty girl at my school w short crew cut dark green hair and nice makeup skills who always wears a peach pink backpack with a bee patch on it who’s rlly pretty , idk her name but she’s nice lookin . I’ve never formally spoken to her and i think she’s older than me but i wanna tell her i think her hair is pretty-daisy - what’s your best childhood memory?hm …… probably just being with my family when I wasn’t going to school yet? or like very early years like kindergarten to first grade ?? id go up to my old house and repair it a lot but since i was little i couldn’t do much to help so I’d pull out a little portable DVD player and plug it in and watch garfield and friends which was rlly nice ,my dad used 2 spend a lot more time w me too bc he wasn’t as busy w work which was nice too-daffodil - which colour suits you best?personality wise probably like ,, gray?? Blueish gray ?? idk but like to wear I rlly like bright 90’s windbreaker sorta colors. Wanna be lookin like a styrofoam cup-peony - do you put more value in honour or truth?hm ,,,,,, i mean depending on the situation?? most of the time truth is better like 90% but sometimes i get shitty and petty and don’t want to lose to people-narcissus - your best physical feature?d. does hair count-freesia - are you still friends with the person you considered your best friend two years ago?(violent dabbing) definitely not that thots outta here . she did shitty things babey!!!! (but the other friend i made 2 years ago is still w/me and he’s a rlly cool dude)orchid - favourite fruit?-cantaloupe probably , i don’t like a lot of fruit tbh ?? rlly sweet apples are nice too-violet - have you had your first kiss?technically?? it was a game of truth or dare but like ….. im not gonna count it unless it’s someone I like-gypsophila - do you prefer many distant friends, or a few close friends?few close friends, i never really understood those ppl with tons and tons of distant friendslike ive got a good fistful of friends but ive got that rlly nice close circle within them that makes me feel rlly nice and safe and just , mm I lov m friends -gerbera - neon or pastel?neon babey!!!! dip me in glowstick fluid-carnation - does true love exist?i think that certain people definitely go together well but there’s no great like.. true love force behind it . the both of them would still have to put effort and time into th relationship u kno?? but there’s def people who are like Meant to be with each other either platonically or romantically -alstroemeria - dream vacation?probably like ,, Disney world but there’s no lines i gues?? or a boardwalk or somewhere tropical , just nowhere cold-anemone - were you ever interested in greek mythology?heck yea i was rlly invested in it when i was in like 4th grade …… i Had this series called the goddess girls abt like the goddesses and gods goin to school to learn how to control their aspects n shit and it was rlly forcedly straight but Damn I fuckin loved those books-cymbidium - sexuality?i tend to say im pan but like …….. Girls Are Pretty As FUCK but i like everyone but tend 2 lean towards like …. gorl…….. stronk ladeys -rhododendron - what’s your biggest fear?oohoo uhprobably like , physical situation wise elevators and bridges fuckin terrify me or like anything suspended and high in general like ledges or bungee cords psychological and feeling wise i guess just like , all of my friends vanishin without a trace or smthin like that or becoming like people i really don’t like-tulip - lucky number?6 and 13 are my favorite numbers if that means anything -gladiolus - who do you look up to most?uh , my friends probably?? i don’t really have any sorts of inspiration or admire ppl like , “above” me but my friends are rlly cool and talented people and i just appreciate them a lot-snapdragon - favourite mythical creature?idk if this even counts but Very Big Dogs . Imagine a shiba inu the size of a fuckin tiger. Babey boy-hydrangea - proudest moment?uh , idrk tbh . sometimes i go on thenobles streams and they get really excited that I’m there because apparently they like my animations and that’s , rlly neat to me? i don’t kno though i just kinda . gunch ndksjdhd-heather - what’s your favourite musical?ive only seen a few but school of rock was rlly funny and has a kickass soundtrack-delphinium - what’s your star sign - does it suit you?gemini and absolutely . im an indecisive little shit that can go from sobbing to petty in 2 seconds flat -ginger - least favourite food?any kind of rlly bitter vegetable or coffee without flavored creamer , they make me gag
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I can't believe my girlfriend broke up with me only a couple of months after we moved in together. So here I am moving back home at 21. This was really going to hurt me getting some rebound pussy. My older sister was 24 and hasn't lived at home in years and my little brother at 18 just left a month ago to college. I work at a bar at nights usually party after work and sleep in during the day. One of the reasons my girlfriend broke up with me. After working Sunday night then coming home to go sleep around 4. This was my first week home and my mom left for work at 8, so I wouldn't even see her. Around noon I woke up to someone moving around the house. When I open my door, I hear music coming from my sister's room and someone moving around in there. My sister moved out years ago but she still had a ton of clothes and things in her room. She must be back to grab something. As I tiptoe up to open door to surprise her, I get the shock of a lifetime. It was our neighbor, one of my little brother's best friend Kim. Kim was wearing my sister's red dress with black fishnet stockings and some pink peep toe heels. I couldn't believe it! I hadn't seen Kim in years. He had grown his hair long but I could tell it was him by the glasses and nose ring. He had been at our house all the time with my brother and their third friend Alex. I used to tease them because they were nerdy and in to anime way more than sports, cars and girls. I stood and watched Kim dance around looking at the mirror taking pictures. I don't know if it was because I hadn't had sex with my ex a couple weeks before breaking up but Kim looked so sexy. With the dress pulled up and panties pulled to side, Kim played with her little clitty as she danced around. As a boy Kim never looked very developed but as a gurl her ass and legs looked so good in those heels. After watching awhile I found myself getting really hard and horny, so I decided to go take advantage of this situation. I walk in and say in a loud voice "WHAT ARE DOING HERE?" Kim was so shocked she turned to quickly on her heels and fell to her knees. "OH MY GOD Derrick! I didn't know you were here! I'm so sorry!" Kim said. "Nevermind me being here. Why are you here and why are you dressed like that?" I replied. Kim put her head down and began to answer "It started when you sister moved out and one night when I was sleeping over here I snuck in her room and felt her panties, then put on her panties, then the same with her pantyhose, then dresses, then heels, makeup" Kim said "Before your brother left for school he gave me a key in case I ever wanted to borrow some clothes... although I think he meant his clothes" "Does my brother know about this?"I asked "No, Alex caught me dressed up and joined in but your brother doesn't know we do it when we sleep over." Kim said "What did yu two sluts dress up and suck each other off?" I said Kim said "No we have only rubbed each other off but the more I dress, the I feels urge to be used like a slut by a strong alpha male. To serve his will and to be tributed with a big sticky thank you. As time went on, my fantasies became more and more transfixed on being fucked like a woman…just being completely wrecked like a horny slut. There was a time when the sight of another penis was a complete turnoff to me. Oh how times have changed. Dressing up led to increased consumption of t-girl/cd/tv/sissy porn and increased arousal by the male figure..." Hearing her talk like this had me rock hard and Kim knew because as she said "male figure" she stared right at my cock bulging in my basketball shorts down my right leg before her words trailed off as it grew. I asked "Why were you taking pictures of yourself in the mirror?" She said "I have a Tumblr becauses I like idea of guys getting off to me, even I'm to shy in real life to find a guy" "You haven't sucked or been fucked yet?" I asked as I stroked myself along the outside of my shorts. She said "No" never taking her eyes of my cock. "I bought a dildo that can suction cup to the wall that I practice with and a stainless steel jeweled buttplug that really helps" I looked down at Kim and said "I think we can help each other out. I'm not going to tell my mom who let you come over, my sister who's stuff you're wearing, my little brother who will stop being your friend or your parents who will kill you" Kim started to slump her head with weight of what being caught could mean. I continued "and to thank me you can start by sucking this cock you made hard" taking a step closer as said it. Then in one motion pulling my shorts down made my cock pop up and hit her face. She seems startled but had the cutest look ever as realized what she was fantasizing about was finally here. Seeing here small Asian hand wrap around my big black cock made me feel so big and dominant. I said "show daddy what you've been practicing with that dildo" and she went to work. She started off licking around the head. Then focusing on the underside of the head as she stroked me. I said "You like this cock?" "Yes daddy" Kim said She got the whole shaft nice and wet before she started trying to take as much in her mouth and throat. From now on you're going to come over and worship this cock every morning" I told her. She only gagged back in reply I had to admit she was good, way better than my ex-girlfriend. She gave way more effort and for it to be her first dick she had better technique and my ex was a slut. She worked my balls as she throated me and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. My 1st spurt shot straight into her throat. My 2nd and 3rd filled her mouth with my seed. I pulled out and shot the rest on the bridge of her nose and coated her red lips. As I finish I realized she had cum hands free and some had landed on my foot. At that moment I knew I owned that cum hungry slut I told her to be a good gurl swallowed my load, clean her face, then lick her gurl cum off my foot. When she was done I told her "From now on you're going to come over at 11 get dressed make me breakfast and then wake me. Once I'm done breakfast we can start our fun"
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wow, fuck you. a snarky response to “10 Ways To Tone Down The 'Intimidation Factor' And Make Him Want You”
“Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.” - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
In which I rip apart this trash, sexist piece of garbage clickbait that I’m sure tons of self-hating women will share...
“As a matchmaker and dating coach in Washington, DC, a town full of sharp, successful, powerful women, I often hear the line, "Men are intimated by me." When I hear this, I listen patiently and empathetically, and then, when the time is right, I explain that it's just not true.
I speak with men every single day, and I have the inside scoop about how men really feel. Men are not intimidated by your success, ladies. They love that you are successful. In fact, they admire your ambition and accomplishments. What they don't like is the masculine energy you bring to the dinner table. What men want most is a feminine, nurturing, kind, caring, easy-going woman.”
And we’re off with the sexist stereotypes! First off, what the actual everloving fuck is “masculine” and “feminine” energy? Sounds about as woobie to me as crystal healing and ghost detectors. I also love how this author completely disregards the fact that there is more than one gender, and that not all men and women identify the same way. I can already tell this is going to be a complete trashbag of an article.
“They don’t care what college you graduated from. They don’t care how many degrees you have, how much money you make, or if you can change your own tire.”
You sure about that? Because I’m fairly certain anyone I think is worth dating WOULD care about what I do, where I’m from, and what I’m interested in. It’s not so much an issue of elitism as it is...where is this person from, and what do they like to study? If you can’t talk about your interests on a basic level, where does that leave you? I guess dealing with your “feminine wiles” and “energy.”
“I often stump my coaching clients with the following question: "What is the number one thing that will make a man want to see you again?" The answer: "It’s the way you make him feel." Men are simple and straightforward. What they want most of all is to feel like MEN.”
And...what exactly defines a “man?” You see, men and women, despite our biological differences, are also socially conditioned to a degree that harms people of all gender identities. Assuming that every single cis man feels the same way about life, has the same values, and wants the same things is quite sexist, no?
“Inside every female top-notch attorney, investment banker and CEO is a soft gooey center — you’re a woman, after all. So get in touch with your softer side, and bring your feminine energy to the dinner table.”
Ah, here is the crux of it: Not only is “top-notch attorney” somehow inherently “non-feminine,” men find you intimidating because you’re doing “masculine” things like *gasp* WORKING and making MONEY. The horror! Someone get her a broom and a dustpan and take thee to the nunnery!
“Here are 10 things you can do to let your feminine energy shine on a date.”
I’m already gagging.
“1. Go home after work and change into something feminine. Then go on your date. Don’t wear your work clothes.”
What exactly is “feminine” clothing? What if my work clothes ARE feminine (to me)? Are you saying that work clothes inherently cannot be feminine? Yes, that’s exactly what you’re saying. I need a minute...
“2. Dress like a girl — wear light makeup, soft colors, a skirt or a dress and heels”
So...a MAN will be terrified by a woman in bright, vibrant colors and makeup? Sweatpants? Suspenders? Sounds like a little asshole to me.
“3. Let the man pick the restaurant (even if it's not your favorite).”
But why? That just seems like a dud of a date, going someplace only one person likes.
“4. Don’t be argumentative when you disagree with something he says. Agree to disagree and be a good listener.”
You can be a good listener and disagree with someone’s ideas, you know. I’m not sure what kind of on-the-brink-of-horrific-abuse your relationships are like, lady, but most adults that I know can have civil conversations without teetering on the edge of a blow-up.
“5. Don’t talk about work on your date.”
But....why not? Work is a big part of our lives, and it’s something most adults do all day, so it seems like a good starter for a normal conversation. What else are you going to talk about? The weather? The best position for blowjobs? I bet you don’t want me to talk about (gasp) POLITICS either.
“6. Let him lead (order for you, open doors, hail the cab).”
Is it just me, or does anyone else feel really uncomfortable when they notice a guy going out his way to do this? Like, it’s nice, I get it, but I lift weights, I can open the door. I can hail a cab. Like, I’m not five. (Shit, I could probably have hailed a cab just fine AT FIVE).
“7. Let your guard down. Be warm, genuine — be yourself.”
This is kind of a contradictory message. How do you “be yourself” but also be “warm?” What if you aren’t feeling warm? What if you are naturally guarded and let someone in little by little? It’s probably wise to keep some things to yourself on a first date, don’t you think? And how exactly am I going to “let my guard down” if I can’t talk about work? And there’s all these RULES? Make up your mind.
“8. Smile!”
Fuck you.
“9. Be appreciative. Thank him for choosing such an excellent restaurant and for planning a wonderful evening. Let him know he did a good job and that you had a really nice time.”
I mean...yeah, I’m not a complete asshole, I don’t need to be told to be gracious and polite. But I also don’t think this MAN needs me to praise his every little move and decision like he’s invented the wheel or launched a fucking rocket. That’s pretty patronizing.
“10. Don’t send a thank you email, text or call him after the date. Let him pursue you. If he’s interested, you’ll hear from him – and soon.”
I just feel like, if someone truly LIKES you, if you really hit it off, you texting to say you had a good time will not make them go, “Oh no, oh shit, gotta put the brakes on it! WE GOT A WOMAN WHO HAS A VOICE AND ISN’T AFRAID TO USE IT!!!” At least, no one I think is worth dating. So many fucking stupid rules. And you want me to be genuine...
“We modern women are used to taking charge. It takes practice and a conscious effort to stop, take a step back and let a man take care of us for a change. At first it may feel strange, but after a while, it will feel good.”
ARE WE, though? I’m pretty sure I was socialized to be nice, kind, sweet, and passive, even if it wasn’t by my family, but by society at large. We’re not used to running things, to be honest, we’re used to fighting our way to the top and then enduring sexual harassment and misogyny once we get there. And if it feels strange, it probably isn’t a good thing.
“Men are not intimidated by your success. They crave your femininity. Tap into your feminine energy, share it, and you’ll have more dating success in the future.”
MEN are definitely intimidated by successful women. If they weren’t, they wouldn’t say stupid shit like: “Gee you seem so smart and intimidating!” or “I don’t like that you make more money than me.” Stop trying to dance around the issue, lady. Oh, and you can shove your “feminine energy” up your twat.
“Michelle Jacoby is an award-winning matchmaker and dating coach. To discover the mistakes that will kill your chances of finding love, download Michelle's FREE ebook "The 12 Mistakes That Will Kill Your Chances Of Finding Mr. Right."
Michelle Jacoby, you are a fucking moron.
#feminism#sexism#misogyny#self-hating#sexist man#patriarchy#patriarchal#gender#gender stereotypes#gender roles#gender norms#dating#dating sexism#okcupid#fml#career woman#success#matchmaking
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