#ive had like 3 fucking tests and barely had time to study for them
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this week has been actual hell.
#👠 arlow thinks thoughts#ive had like 3 fucking tests and barely had time to study for them#i have so many missing assignments#and i think im getting a cold#kill me now 😍
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Gentle hands
pairing: Bakugou x Kirishima
summary: Kirishima needs a haircut, and Bakugou just so happens to know how to cut hair
CW: brief mention of Bakugou having a trauma related panic attack but its not very descriptive
word count: 2,658
a/n: this is the first kiribaku fic ive written but i love them so much <3
cross posted on AO3
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“You really need a damn haircut, shitty hair.”
Bakugou says one day while the two study for an upcoming test, well, maybe study wasn't the right word, and not because Kirishima spent very little time looking at his paper and a lot of time looking at Bakugou, although that could explain why Bakugou had to “study” with him in the first place, no, study wouldn't be the right word because that would imply they were both assisting each other, this was more of a tutoring session, one with a very angry tutor and a very distracted student.
Kirishima looks up from the textbook he was pretending to read with a pout, “what's wrong with my hair?” which was a silly question because Bakugou often told him how “shitty” his spiked up hair was, this felt different though, because Kirishima's hair was down today, shaggy red strands loose and straight, falling in his eyes and getting in his mouth. Okay, so maybe he did need a haircut, but his hair looked better when he styled it anyways and that required his hair to be long enough to style, normally, this wouldn't have been an issue, if he hadn't run out of the gel he uses, his hair would be up and spiky in all its “shitty” glory.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bakugou says, his voice isn't as aggressive as his harsh words would make you think, though, like everything Bakugou does, he has to sound and look as pissed off as possible, even when the situation doesn't require such a tone. Kirishima was used to this by now, Bakugou's harsh words were like water off a duck's back after being friends with the fiery blonde hero-to-be.
Kirishima lifts a piece of his dyed hair up and looks up at it, which wasn't hard considering it was already long enough to be in his face, “Maybe it's a bit long…but it doesn't look that bad, does it?” he looks to Bakugou again, his red eyes wide and his lower lip pushed out in a pout seemingly without the red head's knowledge, Bakugou scoffs, averting his gaze back to the notes laid out in front of him. Kirishima often reminded him of a lost puppy, sitting on your doorstep and silently begging to come inside and eat all of your meat, he thought this to be especially true when he pouts like that.
“You can barely see dumbass.” which was true, despite the fact Kirishima had spent nearly the entire time looking at Bakugou, his view would frequently be obstructed by his own mass of hair stabbing him in the eyes. Bakugou, despite being focused on actually being productive, was seemingly even more distracted with Kirishima's hair than Kirishima himself, everytime the red haired boy would blow it out of his face, or jolt in surprise as the ends of his hair poked him in the eyes, Bakugou noticed, and he was sick of this distraction.
What Bakugou would not admit too, is the fact he was distracted by Kirishima's hair for completely different reasons as well, and this was for one simple fact that pissed Bakugou off most of all,
Kirishima Eijiro, looked fucking hot with his hair down.
And that was worse than the constant sound of Kirishima floundering to spit the hair out of his mouth, although that was pretty distracting as well.
Kirishima whines, lying his head down on the table in front of him, his hair falling in front of his face, “I know.” He says, and Bakugou can tell from his voice that he's still pouting. Bakugou sighs in annoyance, standing up and heading towards his bathroom. Kirishima, still slumped over the table, turns his head to look at Bakugou, “what are you doing?” he asks as the blonde disappears behind the wall.
“I'm gonna cut your damn hair” He tells him, and Kirishima blinks in surprise. Standing, Kirishima walks to the door of Bakugou's tiny dorm bathroom, where Bakugou is rummaging through the small bag of toiletries he brings to and from UA whenever he leaves for the weekend. Kirishima watches him in confusion for a moment before Bakugou retrieves a small pair of scissors from the bag and grabs a towel from the shelf next to his sink. As Bakugou turns to the bathroom door and begins to leave, he grabs hold of Kirishima's upper arm and pulls him over to his desk, where he sits him down and places the towel over his neck and the back of Bakugou's desk chair.
“Do you uh, know what you're doing?” Kirishima asks him, the thought of Bakugou, completely untrained in hair cutting, putting a sharp object so close to Kirishima was a worrying one. Bakugou scoffs, scowling as if this was a pain for him despite being the one who suggested it, “Of course dumbass, I cut my own.”
Which surprised Kirishima, not just because the amount of patience and precision associated with cutting one's hair seemed to directly clash with Bakugou’s aggressive and explosive ( pun very much intended ) nature , but because it looked good, like really good. Kirishima must have shown his thoughts in his expression, that or Bakugou could read him like a book with no cover, because he scowls at Kirishima like he insulted him and if Kirishima was looking closely ( and he did whenever the angry blonde was involved) it almost looked like Bakugou was pouting.
Kirishima shakes his head, taking care not to shake off the towel with it, “sorry man! I'm just surprised since it looks so well done!” he exclaims, which seemed to be the wrong response because Bakugou glares at him “And what!? You don't think I can do something as simple as cutting some hair!?” Kirishima sighs, smiling fondly at his friend, “Sorry dude, it was supposed to be a compliment.” He says.
Bakugou scoffs, bringing the scissors up to Kirishima's hair and using his free hand to adjust his head so he was looking straight ahead. “Whatever, just stay still or I'll cut it all off.” He threatens, and Kirishima suppresses a chuckle because there wasn't any weight to it, which was obvious from the calm, almost affectionate tone Bakugou had said it in. Bakugou's hands are gentle, running through Kirishima's hair and cutting the strands with practiced ease.
“Why do you cut your own hair?” Kirishima asks, partially because he's genuinely curious but also because he needs something to distract himself from the feeling of Bakugou's calloused fingers brushing against his neck as he works. Bakugou doesnt answer for a long moment, he knows why, but explaining it would be a pain, because the reason Bakugou started cutting his own hair was because the feeling of someone touching his neck made him sick.
It was shortly after the sludge villain incident that his mother told him he needed a haircut, he hadn't said much about what had happened and his parents didn't push, figuring he just needed time. So, not wanting to leave the house and force her grumpy son to a hair salon, Mitsuki Bakugou had decided she would just cut his hair like she had done when he was a little boy who refused to let a stranger touch his hair. Bakugou, who just wanted to appease his mother and return to his room, allowed her to sit him down and cut his hair, but, just as her gentle hand brushed his neck, Bakugou had a panic attack.
after he ran off, his parents attempted to talk to him about it to little success, that night, Bakugou cut his own hair for the first time, he also cut his finger, despite this, he felt better when it was his own hand near his neck, so he practiced whenever he needed a haircut and never looked back.
That would be a mouthful though and would most likely lead to a conversion about feelings and crap, so instead, Bakugou simply responds: “I don't like my neck being touched.”
And that was enough for Kirishima, who may not know all that much about what had happened before UA, but did know what happened during when Bakugou was kidnapped by the league of villains, and that was all the context he needed to know Bakugou didn't want to discuss it further, so he drops the topic and begins to ramble on about something stupid Kaminari did, hoping this would take his friends mind off what was troubling him.
Bakugou isn't really paying attention, but he appreciates the thought, although he'd never say that out loud.
After a good 15 minutes of snipping away and 15 minutes of Kirishima talking about every little thing that came to mind, other than of course, the thoughts about how good Bakugou's rough hands feel against his skin, because that would be weird right?
Bakugou's hand ,the one that isn't holding scissors, brushes the pieces of red hair off the towel and onto the floor, Kirishima opens his eyes and looks up at Bakugou “Are you done already?” He asks, trying not to sound disappointed. Bakugou shakes his head, moving to stand in front of Kirishima, standing between him and the desk.
“Only the back.” he says, reaching forward and gently pushing some of Kirishima's hair out of his face, Kirishima holds his breath as Bakugou's fingers brush his forehead. squeezing his eyes shut to avoid looking him in the eyes, Kirishima grips the armrest of Bakugou's desk chair “j-just don't cut too much off okay?” he says with an awkward chuckle and Bakugou hums in agreement as he lifts the scissors to once again begin cutting.
Bakugou's eyes threaten to wander, to trace every line and detail of Kirishima's face, but since he is in fact holding a sharp object, and because said object is dangerously close to Kirishima, he forces himself to focus on cutting his hair and not on admiring his pretty face.
His movements remain confident and precise, the front of Kirishima's hair isn't as layered and takes less time to cut, to Kirishima however, it takes even longer.
As bakugou's slender fingers work diligently on his hair, Kirishima desperately tries to conceal just how much he enjoys their current closeness, which was much easier when his back was to the blonde and he couldn't see Kirishima's flustered expression. Bakugou places the scissors on his desk and uses his hands to ruffle Kirishima's hair, causing little bits of cut red hair to fall onto the towel Kirishima opens his eyes, laughing happily from the surprisingly affectionate gesture.
Looking up at Bakugou, he notices the small smile on his lips, one that anyone who hadn't spent so many study sessions staring at him, would have thought was a smirk, but Kirishima had in fact spent so many study sessions, and classes, and walks to the dorm, and late nights in the kitchen together, and afternoons training, looking at him, so when Bakugou smiled, as rare a sight it may be, Kirishima could tell.
Bakugou was hard to read, but Kirishima wasn't, atleast to Bakugou, who had also spent so many study sessions, and classes, and walks to the dorm, and late nights in the kitchen together, and afternoons training, looking at Kirishima.
And maybe it was because they could both read each other so well that when Kirishima's eyes dart to Bakugou's lips, and Bakugou sucks in a sharp breath, they both know what the other wants.
Then, with only a slight moment of hesitation, they're kissing. Bakugou, with hands still in Kirishima's hair, pulls him closer, as close as one can possibly pull someone who's still seated without pulling them right out of the chair, And Kirishima, with eyes squeezed shut, wraps his arms around Bakugous waist, pulling him closer as well, as close as you can possibly pull someone whos standing while staying seated without pulling them right down on top of you.
But it's pretty hard to kiss the person you're,most likely, in love with while both trying not to pull the other so close you fall over, and even though Kirishima, whos dizzy from the lack of air, thinks he probably wouldn't mind tumbling to the ground with Bakugou, the floor is still covered with snippets of his hair, and even though he's sure any kiss with Bakugou will be perfect, he doesnt think its something Bakugou would appreciate, so instead, Kirishima stands, the towel falling to the floor and the chair screeching as it moves back, but luckily doesn't fall, from the force of this movement.
Bakugou lets out a soft gasp in surprise as his back gently bumps against his desk, and Kirishima, who is not standing a few inches above Bakugou, moves his hands from his waist to his face, cupping his cheeks in his hands and pushing himself impossibly closer to Bakugou, who’s arms wrap around Kirishima's neck. They stay like this, making out against Bakugou's desk, until their need for air becomes too apparent to ignore and they both pull away reluctantly, both boys gasping for the air they've denied their lungs of in favor of indulging in each other.
Kirishima, giddy from the kiss (and lack of oxygen), laughs happily, his nose bumping Bakugou's cheek, which Kirishima has let go of to wrap his arms around Bakugou's middle once again.
Bakugou, panting and flushed, presses a kiss to Kirishima's cheek, Kirishima pulls away just enough to look at him, still grinning and hair messy, presses kisses to Bakugou's face in quick succession before planting another sweet kiss to his lip, which are red from their previous kiss.
This time, the kiss is soft and lacks the urgency the first one had, instead it was slow and loving, and Bakugou can't decide which he likes better, but he guesses, now that they had kissed, they could always do it again so he didn't have to choose.
Kirishima pulls away slowly and, with eyes still closed, he rests his forehead against Bakugou’s “I like you so much Bakugou….” He says softly, his voice delicate, and Bakugou thinks it's kind of a silly thing to say because Kirishima is way to sentimental to kiss someone he didn't have feelings for, but he doesn't laugh, or point this out, because Kirishima is so sentimental and so vulnerable right now, Bakugou thinks it would be cruel.
So instead he kisses Kirishima’s forehead and says, “Katsuki,You should call me Katsuki.” Kirishima opens his eyes, eyes which seem to sparkle when they meet Bakugou's “you know,” Bakugou Continues, “Now that we’re dating.” And Kirishima, whose bright eyes widen in surprise, smiles so sweetly, so lovingly, that Bakugou doesn't think he’ll ever grow tired of looking at.
Kirishima kisses him again, though he's still grinning, and Bakugou's smiling, so it's less of a kiss and more of an affectionate head bump of sorts, but they both think it's perfect, and Bakugou mutters a quiet “I like you too.” in between kisses, and then because of who they both are, and because Kirishima can never seem to keep his mouth shut around Bakugou, he says,
“I think I swallowed a lot of hair, do you think the dye will make me sick?”
And even though Bakugou, who rarely smiled, and cursed like a sailor, and called Kirishima “shitty hair” more than his actual name, was pretty sure that was the least romantic thing he could have possibly said in that moment, he was even more sure he never wanted Kirishima to stop saying anything and everything that came into his brain, because Bakugou was probably in love and because Kirishima needed someone to answer every stupid question, even if he never paid attention to the answer because he was too distracted by Bakugou, and they both thought that they were happy for that fact, and of course for the fact that Kirishma Eijiro refused to cut his “shitty hair” for so long.
#cherries fanfictions✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡#kiribaku#bakugou x kirishima#fanfic#mha#bnha#bnha fanfiction#fluff#cross posted on ao3
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Late for Class..
“Im going to be late! Again! Why cant I wake up on time, stupid alarm clock, Im breaking it when I get home I swear!”
Its my usual response really, but I already know full well why I stay up so late, last night I tried to cum for 4 hours before I finally gave up and went to sleep, I just cant seem to manage a single orgasm, all I do is edge and make the throbbing worse! What's wrong with me? I was in such a rush Im only wearing a Simple plaid skirt with pink panties and thin white top with a poorly chosen black bra that shows clearly through my even poorer choice of top, tight 3 inch boots on my legs, A single tear flies off my eye as I rush to the station, I don't want to miss my train today or I really will be late for class.
Dashing through the station, my long brown hair flowing behind me as I make my way to the platform, Its packed, Ill be lucky to get a seat, odds are ill be standing today but at least I made it in time, “Might make it to classes after all.” I think to myself with a smile. Train arrives and I brace for the rush, and as the doors open Im pushed by other commuters into the train and soon enough were all packed in like sardines, barely room to myself I notice that Im being pushed up into someone larger than most in this carriage. He is tall, 2 full heads taller than me, Brown hair and large beard, his green eyes looking down and not just into my own green eyes, but seemingly through them, staring at me harder than any other has before.
The people everywhere still fighting for more space pushes me further into this man as our eyes still locked onto each other as my chest presses into his and i can feel my nipples starting to get harder under my bra, Im still aroused from my poorly timed marathon last night and this man seems to have figured my arousal out, his arm moves around me and pulls me even closer as his other arm moves between us and touches my stomach with his big warm hands.
Still locking eyes with me my mouth opens slightly as I feel his hand begin to slide down my leg and twist up my skirt, fingers crazing my slick thighs, and moments later caressing them, his fingers are being coated in my shame from last night. Sliding up my juice coated thighs his hand continues up till he cups my sex, Im soaked, dripping and desperately needy, moaning instantly into the gaze of this man the second he touched my pussy, my thin pink panties might as well not even be there since I soaked them through completely as his hands were trailing up my thighs before he even touched my wet sex.
A finger peels my useless panties off my pussy as I feel 2 fingers touch my clit and begin to rub, forcing louder moans as I break eye contact as his other hand, which had been holding me closer launches over my mouth and silences me before anyone could take notice to the moan, good think too as his massaging of my clit is making me moan harder and harder without stopping and it only took this man 12 seconds to bring me to a solid edge, it takes me much longer to get my edging started but this man..
Another edge hits as his fingers rub around my labia as he scratches at my clit constantly, dragging fresh moans from my face I feel him pushing a thick finger into my pussy slightly, seeming to test my pussy, its a tight fit, he knows Im a virgin now for sure, only a virgin is this tight to a single finger and I close my eyes as the idea of being raped on this crowded train as my first time slaps me with a edge on its own..
The movements of the train barely phase this man as his hand remains locked to my soaked pussy, his finger curled under pressing a knuckle into my nervous hole as his fingertip flicks at my clit, Im being overloaded, its far more intense than what iv ever done to myself and this man has only been in sexual contact with me for little over a minute and iv edged 4 times now.. 5 times now, his finger wont stop scratching at my clit, while his remaining fingers massage my labia from the base of my pussy to where my clit sits, Im being tortured and no one here is aware because a small girl is being gagged by a hand!
Constant stimulation has reduced my pussy to a source of ever flowing juices as my inner thighs are soaked down to my knees, if my boots weren't nice and tight id likely be standing on my toes in boots filled with proof of my arousal, thankfully they remain tight and my feet are dry inside though Im still being edged while standing on my toes almost making my legs give out beneath me. My juices flowing down my boots and pooling between my feet and the streams on my legs and the constant droplets from the mans hand keep expanding my puddle of need! I hate how turned on I am!
Pulling up to a station at last, I have 4 stops till I get to mine as I look back into this mans eyes, he still staring down, studying my expression and face as his other hand raises from my hand and a finger pushes past my lips and I instantly begin to swirl my tongue around it, I cant stop myself at this point as I suck hard on the finger rubbing my tongue as I moan in bliss as i hit edge after edge, as my head starts to shift back and forth, Im now giving this finger a blowjob and I cant stop myself, Im being swallowed in pleasure.
Another station and I slam into my 15th edge, my mind is in a haze as I drool as my head bobs back and forth on his finger with enthusiasm Im embarrassed Im showing someone who is essentially drugging me with my own arousal! My eyes unfocused as I feel his gaze still burning onto my face as my head drones on his finger, tongue working the underside of his finger as the suction Im giving is pulling my cheeks in on the draw back, my clit being rubbed to another mind breaking edge as we pull into another station and more people leave and enter the train. 2 stops to go, if I can even bring myself to go by then! And as i get to another edge the man leans in, removes his finger and locks his lips to mine, his tongue launching in and kissing me deeply, his saliva covered hand moving behind my head holding me in his kiss.
Making out with this man in brought to another edge quickly followed by another edge as the kiss goes in I melt into this man, legs going limp as I slam into another edge, my eyes fluttering as the man releases my mouth from his probing kiss as his finger drives back in and pulls against my jaw so Im forced to look back as he draws my focus as he pinches my clit before removing his pussy scented hand and licking his glossy fingers. Doors open and Im immediately pulled from the train, 1 stop early but the man doesn't care, his hand behind my head had lowered to my waist when the door had opened as he leads me out the train and through the station.
Walking out to the street the man directs me to the parking lot and a large van unlocks as we approach, I slow my pace but am met with a strong arm still wrapped around me as Im almost dragged to his van. Opening the side door I look around, 1 single seat with multiple bolts around the van, Pushing me into the seat Im quickly tied to the seat as i sit open mouthed in shock, the situation still not beating out my haze completely. Opening my mouth to voice something, anything, a cry for help, a plea for my safety, but as my mouth opens a finger dives in, its the same finger that was rubbing my throbbing clit earlier, I can taste my pussy on his fingers, smell the pure need I left on him.
“You don't say a fucking word, understood?” The man growls with a deep voice, echoing in my head I nod pathetically as his finger withdraws and a ring gag is pushed into my still open mouth, ensuring that my mouth stays open as drool quickly starts to pool in my mouth and flow through my ring and onto my thin white shirt.
Hopping in the drivers seat the man starts the van and we go for a drive, I cant see much outside the front windshield as the interior has been covered in padding to keep any silly screams for help between us 2 in the van. Tears start to form in my eyes as the man looks in the mirror and sees me dead centre of his view, he raises a remote and presses it and I jump in my bondage, my seat is vibrating! its formed in such a way my entire pussy is resting on a new vibrating pad, Im being forced to ride a vibrator while the man continues to drive, chuckling as I moan aloud, drool flowing onto my covered chest, the thin top soaking and sticking to me it almost fades when wet so it looks like Im not even wearing a shirt now!
10 minutes? 20? I don't know, the haze has returned as Im forced into more edges, and hearing a occasional chuckle I know when the man looks at me in his mirror as I lazily look around the van or up to meet his gaze when he drinks in my situation, was this all planned by him or was my abduction a spur of the moment thing? I don't know, and I cant ask with this ring in my mouth, only moan as I hit another edge and drool onto my generous breasts.
Pulling into a alleyway the man shuffles back and grabs my phone, Asking for the password i have little choice but to give him access and he starts going through my personal info, Smiling as he reads 1 of my bank statements.
“Looks like your going to be in debt a while Anna!” He says with a smile forcing a pathetic growl from my open mouth.
Reading my phones diary he goes into my private notes and laughs out loud and I hear him say the diary title “Orgasm Attempts” and my face burns red, Never having experienced a orgasm in my life for some unknown reason and now this man knows and I cant stop him!
“Lets run a test then! since were already in a nice place!” He says as Im untied from the still vibrating seat and the door is opened, thrown out of the van I notice Im not even in the city we took the train to, he's taken me somewhere I don't know! As the man follows he grabs my arm and lifts me up casually and spins me around and pushes my face against the alley wall, Hearing a zipper open i start resisting in earnest and Im rewarded for my resistance by hearing rapid clicking and something cold wrapping around my wrist, having my arm pulled behind my back then more cold clicking on my other wrist..
Iv been handcuffed! I cant push off the wall, I cant push him away! Im as helpless as a child and can do about as much as 1. Feeling my skirt get raised up and tucked into itself my ass is on display, pink thong parting my firm cheeks as he runs a thick finger down the band and pulls my thin layer of fabric and only cover aside and a monstrous pressure hits my asshole, his cock is lined up and my butt is about to take a beating. With ring gag still in my mouth i bite down as pain flows through me, my tight ass has only ever had small plugs and occasional finger enter but now Im taking a 4 finger thick rod in my ass my eyes are watering fast!
Blinking back tears as a moan scream combo rushes out as he thrusts hard and slams into me, his balls slapping my soaked pussy as Im impaled by a solid dry cock, and to my shame I hot another edge as he bottomed out, pulling back drew out another sound, I felt like i would throw up when he quickly thrust back in, raping my tight ass in a alleyway where anyone could see us, as his balls continue slapping my cunt as im fucked harshly to another edge.
Im crying out, the first thrust was excruciating, the following 5 were horrendously painful but now Im feeling pleasure, Im being raped and Im starting to moan as he works me over with his cock, his thrusting speeding up and I know what's coming next, and Who is cumming next since its never been me in my life! Heat bursts into my tight, freshly deflowered ass, feeling hot like lava I cry out as I edge as Im filled, my pussy drooling with need and unfulfilled pleasure as my ass takes his cum all the way inside me, his balls tensing as he pumps more and more cum inside.
Spinning me around and pushing me into the van once again the man rummages around while I lay there, spasming with a full ass and desperate cunt, I feel something press into my ass again and it slides in easily, too easily to be his cock.. Its a plug! my ass has been filled with his cum and is now being plugged to keep me full! why would this man plug me? I turn to get my answer but hes already pushed me into the van and hops in after me, his hard cock swinging between his legs. It felt massive in my ass but its not as big as i thought, definitely larger than average by a full 2 sizes it isnt a monster to break me with, thankfully since if it was any bigger my ass would have torn for sure!
Mouth still open and drool flowing out and stuck to my face and hair he pulls me forward and my mouth lands right where he wants me to land, with my hands cuffed behind my back I cant stop or slow my fall as his entire length, which would go from my elbow to my wrist is now passing the ring and my throat parts as my momentum causes me to deepthroat him right at the start, my tongue thrashing around on the cock in my mouth, his tip in my throat I gag painfully but helplessly. I feel his hand run through my hair as I continue to swallow his cock in a long dive down, he grips my hair at the base and pulls me up and almost entirely off.
Im coughing painfully instantly as he then releases my head and I drop once again to the base of his cock and then once again having my head grabbed by his hand at the base of my hair he then begins to use my head as a fleshlight, a toy I cant avoid being used as at this point, my mouth being full of his cock and before too long Im pushed to the base, his length in my throat as i feel his balls tensing and Im rewarded for my unwilling blowjob with a stomach full of cum being pumped in my throat. Being bulled off his still rigid cock a dildo gag is pushed in my mouth and locked in, Im being forced to deepthroat another cock, at least this 1 cant cum...
Securing me to my seat Im once again sitting with my pussy firmly planted on the vibrating pad, and in seemingly no time at all Im forced to the edge once again, my haze ever present, iv been drowning in pleasure since I woke up, and this mans actions have shaken me, even when used by someone else I really cant cu, I tear up at that realization as we drive off yet again. My view limited again after another 20 or so minute drive with another 30 or so edges Im far beyond any daily edge count iv had before, pulling up to a random alley once again Im untied and the gags are removed from my mouth.
“See you on the train tomorrow.” The man says as Im pushed from the van and he drives away, Spit covered shirt with black bra still visible and my skirt still tucked in exposing pushed aside panties and bald bare pussy and thick plug in my ass I return everything to its usual place then look around to get my bearings. Im a block away from my Uni, a few hours late for sure and no longer caring for the class I clearly missed I might as well just go home, but ill need a new shirt before I go since this shirt is barely a shirt now.
Dashing into a clothes store and a few minutes later leaving in a cheap shirt with my soaked shirt in a bag I leave for the station I intended to reach far earlier today, Hopping on a train and start my hopefully peaceful trip back home I sit in a vacant seat and relax, my ass clenching on the plug he left in me and I know the second I remove it ill be spilling cum everywhere so Ill have to choose a more secluded place, Glancing up my eyes widen and I see him, Sitting on the other end of the carriage, green eyes trained on mine as he sits, and waits unmoving.
5 Stops then its mine and I watch him carefully, Is he planning on assaulting another girl like he did me? Why cant I bring myself to call him out? 4 stops remaining. I should hit him or kick him, he raped me and even plugged my throbbing ass! 3 stops remaining. I should tell someone, there are girls all over this train and they would help me right? 2 stops remaining. Whatever he does ill stop him, I cant let what happened to me happen so someone else.. even though they get his.. cock and get to cum.. why couldn't I cum? why cant I ever cum? 1 stop remaining. Sitting in my seat my hand idly slides under my skirt, my wet shirts bag hiding my action as I begin rubbing my still throbbing clit to another edge, “I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!” i think over and over in my head as my finger traces circles around my slick clit and another edge until.
Doors open and I jump up, the man following suit, I step off the train onto my station and the man does the same on the other end of the carriage.. What's his game? I cant go home if hes following me, I don't want this man knowing where I live! But what choice do I have here, If I don't go home and he follows me I could be in real trouble, in my own home town..
I take off running from the man who only walks after me, Its 5 blocks of zig zagging and a lot of looking back but I loose him quickly. “cant keep up if all you do is walk!” I think to myself as I unlock my front door, enter than lock everything I can lock to secure my home and I take a deep breath, Windows and doors all locked I take another breath, my ass throbbing after running while plugged like this I retreat to the shower and work the plug out. The second it comes out the cum follows, “he really filled me” I think as i turn the shower on, taking my clothes off to clean myself up.
Getting changed I don't feel very hungry.. considering the “Meal” I had earlier I just go to bed early, Resting my throbbing ass is all I need to focus on and that needs sleep.
Tossing and turning in a light sleep, the scenes from today keep replaying in my head, the arousal, the amount of edges I was forced to experience, the taste of his cum on my tongue, the pleasure.. it felt good, I cant lie about that much. Feeling the bed shift i simply readjust in my bed when a hand presses on my mouth. My eyes shoot open as Im staring back into those same green eyes..
With his other hand pulling my initially fresh and dry panties off my body, my imagination replaying the events from earlier soaking them thoroughly he grabs my leg and raises it high, his cock once again levelled with me he rubs it over my soaking pussy and thrusts a few times, coating his cock in my shame he aims once again for my tight recently emptied ass and pushes hard.
“Nice home you have here” He says in his deep voice as he pulls my raised leg back and so pulling me further onto his cock. “I think ill stay a while, show you a few fun things, teach you a few other things” He says with a smile as he thrusts hard and I feel his cock drive deep once again. “Tomorrow Im going to feed you a refreshing cum cocktail, you'll learn to love it, or not, its all you'll be drinking from now on anyway!” He laughs! My pleasure at its peak my mind cant believe whats going on, I black out in a mix of fear, pleasure and shock. I think Im going to miss my next few classes too..
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Anesthesia | Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Summary: Tom suffers a serious car accident and the reader is the nurse on duty in the ER. Tom and anesthesia don't mix and Tom acts very out of character. Can Tom regain his composure or will he continue to shamelessly flirt with the reader? And is Benedict going to work all of this to his advantage?
Warnings: Car Accidents, Hospitals, Anesthesia Makes people act crazy, Tom quoting Shakespeare
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“Tom?”
Tom’s eyes fluttered, and he blinked several times, adjusting to the bright white light.
“Nurse! He is waking up!”
Nurse? Waking up? Tom reached out and cold metal hit his hands. Safety rails. The air was cool, dry, and sterile. As he attempted to sit up, he felt a cold air hit his bare back.
“Hey buddy, lie back down. You gave us quite a scare,” the familiar voice reassured him as he lowered himself back down to the bed.
Tom turned his head to the sound and once he saw Benedict’s face he smiled. Ben smiled back.
“Welcome back to Earth, Tom.”
“Thanks, what happened?”
The last thing Tom remembered was climbing into the stunt car to rehearse the big action shot. After that, it was just flashes of fire, screams and sirens.
“The brakes failed and the stunt coordinator doesn’t know what happened. But the important thing is you got out alive.”
Tom attempted to sit up again and felt winces of pain throughout his body.
“What was the damage?”
Benedict looked down.
“To you or the car?”
“The car… of course me! I feel as though a Mack truck hit me.”
“You are not far off. You broke your clavicle, wrist, and a few ribs. Um… lacerations everywhere and a… a ruptured spleen.”
Tom twisted to see his friend’s face better and felt the stitches and bandages strain. He winced at the sharp pain on his left side. Benedict hit the call button and in minutes, the nurse arrived.
She smiled as she approached the bed.
“Feeling pain?”
Tom nodded.
She looked at your chart before adding some pain meds to Tom’s IV.
“That should do. I would suggest lying down and the doctor should be in about twenty minutes.”
Tom thanked her and couldn’t help but notice her gazing over her shoulder as she left the room. Her smile barely contained her giggles. Tom’s eyes widened.
“Do they know who I am?”
Benedict averted his eyes and rose from the chair, feigning interest in the generic artwork on the wall. Tom narrowed his eyes at the clear avoidance of the question.
“What are you not telling me?”
“Oh boy, you don’t remember anything when you got here, do you?”
Tom shook his head.
“No, what happened?”
“You were in a lot of pain. Tell me have you ever been under anesthesia before?”
“Maybe, once or twice…” Tom questioned, but then he stared his friend down for answers.
“What did I say, Ben?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Yes, I do. Sit down and tell me, and I will decide if you live or die.”
Dejected, Ben returned to the chair and let a sigh out.
“I’m sorry, Tom.”
Four Hours Earlier
The gurney burst through the ER doors just fifteen minutes after you started your shift. Emergency room shifts are never boring but physically and emotionally draining. You put down your cup of coffee and headed in to assess the patient.
A man lied, groaning on the gurney. His face covered in scrapes and blood staining his ginger whiskers. His left wrist sat at an unnatural angle and his shirt cut away by the paramedics to administer help.
“Car accident,” the EMT relayed, “stunt gone wrong.”
A specific hazard unique to Los Angeles. They wheeled him to the examination room and put him onto the bed with care. He wore a C-collar, but the jostling stirred the man. His eyelids fluttered open and his blue eyes work to focus on his surroundings.
“Hey…” you looked down at his chart, “Tom. How are you doing?”
“Pain.”
“I know you are in pain, but where?”
Tom gestured to the left side of his abdomen.
“Okay.” You grabbed some morphine and added it to his IV. “Any allergies?”
He shook his head.
“Anyone come with you?”
As if on cue, Benedict pulled back the curtain.
“I did.”
You recognized the man standing before you. Benedict Cumberbatch was quite the movie star.
“Really?” You attempted to keep your cool. This was no time for fan girling.
Within minutes, Benedict could communicate the information about not only the accident but Tom’s medical history as well. It had all been on file with the production company.
The doctor came in and did a quick examination.
“We need to get a CT scan and X-rays. Looks like there may be internal injuries.”
You nodded as you prepared to wheel Tom down the hall.
“Ready to go for a ride?” you asked.
Tom nodded and gave a goofy smile.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/N.”
“Y/N, Y/N. That’s a beautiful name. My name is Tom Fucking Hiddleston.”
The drugs were doing their job.
“Nice to meet you, Tom. We will take you for some tests.”
“But I didn’t study!” he sounded dismayed.
You could not suppress your laugh.
“I think you will be fine.”
Tom grabbed your hand and looked up at you, tears in his eyes.
“Will you help me study?” he asked with a serious tone.
“Of course.”
Tom continued to babble on for the rest of the trip to imaging. He spoke about how nice you smelled and how pretty your eyes look. The full court press of flirting. As you reached the room, you and the other nurse lifted Tom onto the machine.
“Here you go.”
Tom grabbed your hand once again.
“Please don’t leave. I’m scared of the dark.”
While his words spoke of her fear, his eyes and smile said something else.
“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Hiddleston?”
His smile only grew.
“Is it working?”
You leaned in to his ear to whisper, “No, but the drugs are.”
Tom pouted.
“Not fair.”
“But you are cute.”
His face lit up once again.
“I came, saw and overcame.” Tom was being dramatic.
At that point, the other nurse started up the machine, and you walked away to let the rest of nurses to care for his needs. After his scans, you headed back to the waiting area. You found Benedict pacing the floor in anticipation. His long fingers alternating between steepling in front of his face and raking through his hair. As you approached, you cleared your throat.
“Yes?” his voice shared a tone of concern and hopefulness.
“A few broken bones but the big thing is that his spleen has ruptured. He needs surgery right away.”
Ben’s face fell.
“Will he be okay?”
You nodded.
“He will make a full recovery. Would you like to see him before they send him in to operating?”
You led Ben back to where they were prepping Tom for surgery. The anesthesiologist added drugs to the IV and Tom was now in a full hospital gown. His tattered rags of clothes in the garbage.
“No fair!” Tom bellowed as you entered with Ben throwing the thin sheet over his legs. The two of you shared a knowing look, “You have seen me naked but I have not had the chance to see you naked.”
You leaned into Benedict.
“It would seem that the medicine does not agree with your friend,” you smirked.
“Oh, I don’t know, I rather like him like this, so not proper. So not Tom Hiddleston.”
You smiled as you looked upon Tom who, in vain, tried to cover his body. Even loopy on drugs, he charmed and warmed your heart.
“I will leave you to it.”
As you turned to leave, Tom shouted at you.
“I love thee, Y/N. By which honor I dare not swear thou lovest me, yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou dost, not withstanding the poor and untempering effect of visage. And therefore tell me, most fair Y/N, will you have me?”
You suppressed a small giggle.
“I will see you later,” you let them both know as you shut the door.
As soon as the door latched, Tom grabbed Benedict’s arm and pulled him down close.
“Ben! Ben! Have you met my wife?”
Benedict screwed his face up with confusion.
“The nurse? That is just the drugs talking, Tom. You barely know her.”
“Nonsense. She will be my wife and you shall be my best man.”
Benedict looked at Tom with an exasperated face but Tom’s only contained earnest. With a chuckle, Benedict conceded.
“Very well, Tom. I will be your best man.”
Tom slapped Benedict’s shoulder.
“That’s the spirit. As my best man, I require you to acquire my future bride’s number.”
Benedict could not resist at this point to play along with his friend’s drug-addled fantasy.
“I will, on one condition.”
“Name your price.”
“Name your firstborn after me.”
“Consider it done.”
“Then consider the number yours.”
Tom’s face beamed and as if on cue, the nurses came to wheel Tom into surgery.
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“Oh dear, God. I quoted Shakespeare.”
Tom hung his head and his face and neck turned a bright shade of red.
“Yep. The Henry the Fifth wooing speech too. Honestly, it was one of your better performances. Might I suggest doing all your roles drugged from now on.”
Tom shot Benedict a withering look.
“Ha ha. Very funny. I can’t show my face to her again.”
At that moment, the door opened, and you entered. The color drained from Tom’s face, while the smile grew on Benedict’s.
“Y/N!” Benedict cooed, “We were just talking about you. So nice of you to stop in.”
Your shift ended half an hour ago, but you wanted to check in on Tom before going home. Today was not the first time a patient hit on you, although they are usually not an award-winning actor with a penchant for quoting Shakespeare. But, you would remain ever the professional. You checked the chart before wishing the two men well.
As you turned to exit, Benedict walked you out.
“Thank you, Y/N for attending to Tom.”
“My pleasure. Even under the influence, he is quite charming.”
Benedict took this opportunity.
“Speaking about that…”
3 years later
“Tom!”
You yelled down the hall of your London home, beckoning your husband. At six months pregnant, getting up and down was no easy task. Tom rushed to your side. He gave you his arm and with a rocking start; you extracted yourself from the chair.
“Thanks, darling.”
“I am at your beck and call.”
You rubbed your swollen belly as you waddled your way down the hall. Tom followed you to the kitchen.
“Now about names for this little young man here.”
Tom grew ashen. He thought he could avoid this conversation, but it seems his luck had run out.
“Yeah, I have I mentioned today that I love you.”
Tom kissed your lips, and you looked at him with distrust.
“What have you done?”
Tom smiled and rubbed his neck, a nervous habit.
“I may have promised to name the child after Benedict.”
Tom flinched.
“You what? Why on earth would you do that?”
“It was for a good cause.”
“Which was?”
“Your phone number.”
With that, Tom took off down the hallway. You smiled as you walked with much effort behind him.
“We are NOT naming our child after breakfast food!”
You heard Tom’s laughter fill the house.
#tom hiddleston#tom hiddleston fanfiction#tom hiddleston fanfic#tom hiddleston x reader#tom hiddleston imagine#tom hiddleston fluff
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AAAAA SAME ANON AND I LOVE UR THOUGHTS ON THIS AU SO MUCH!!!! hskdhdkdbd PLEASE ignore this if u don’t want to talk about this au of course, but honestly i only have more !!!!! about it with every piece of info. like the line about fabian and riz’s jaeger being “unstoppable. almost.” and about how adaine joins the fray specifically bc they’re down and adaine and aelwyn are the only ppl who can fill in their place right now. also how kristen is drift compatible with everyone im!!
NO NO NO IM SO HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!! like pacific rim really blessed us by not only being an AMAZING movie but also the best au fodder of all time??? god pacific rim au my beloved <3
some additional stuff because i cant stop:
i think ayda and adaine are totally drift compatible, but never tested together, as ayda only joined the program to pilot with fig
penelope, dayne, and ragh actually triple piloted until fig signed up. everyone thought it was better to separate penelope and dayne because they were ... not always team players when together. but after it came out everything that had been happening between dayne and ragh, that decision was heavily regretted. ragh got ... a lot of counseling after dayne was kicked out. when he was moved to combat trainer, he got a lot happier and became good friends with tracker, who'd been on base long enough to see everything go down
ayda and aelwyn actually knew each other in undergrad. aelwyn became friends with her mostly for strategic purposes, because she was the daughter of the head of the jaeger program and aelwyn wanted to build jaegers. ayda became friends with her because they were both the youngest in the STEM program and she was desperate for someone she could relate to, at least a little. they got along okay but didn't really keep in touch after graduation. they didn't start getting closer until aelwyn became a pilot, because then they COULD actually relate to each other, as scientists-turned-fighters
ayda still found out she was autistic through jawbone, once she finished school and came to base to study kaiju. she opened up to him about how hard it was to relate to her peers, and he was like kiddo youre probably autistic?? like over half of the scientists here are?? and she was like. OH. after everythings over and fig goes back to being a musician, she donates a lot of her touring profits to autistic-led advocacy groups because like. she's literally felt what it's like to live with an autistic brain, and it makes her the biggest ally of all time (and ayda being a very prominent autistic scientist AND pilot actually does like. SO MUCH for autism acceptance. she frequently gives lectures on fig's touring routes)
after they close the breach, fabian gets into a huge blowout fight with bill. cause bill makes his money by selling kaiju parts, so without the kaiju, he doesn't have a job. and by that point fabian has had enough distance and experience that he's like. i would have died for you but i fucking made a name for myself that was better than anything you've ever tried to do, now i get to live for me. and even though he wasn't expecting it, bill actually completely accepts and supports that
yeah so pok actually died cause he got eaten by a kaiju after drifting with one using the pons system he invented. its extremely difficult to hear but riz is also like. that is the most badass thing ive ever fucking heard oh my god (they name the neuroscience program at riz's college after pok. sklonda starts law school there the year after they close the breach)
kristen literally proposes to tracker the day after they close it, barely conscious, with a giant hole in her chest, from her hospital bed. everyone is like. my dude. tracker thinks its extremely romantic
(they end up adopting a bunch of kids who were orphaned because of kaiju attacks)
gorgug goes to college and becomes a high school social studies teacher. zelda runs a local gym. they have an extremely quiet life and are happy to, most of the time, not be noticed or bothered. every once in a while an extremely nerdy kid will recognize gorgug's PARENTS as jaeger mechanics and completely ignore gorgug and zelda thinks its hilarious
after they close the breach, the abernant parents reach out to BOTH aelwyn and adaine to ask them to come back home to visit and be celebrated. and theyre like. mmmm fuck that actually?? but adaine does have a BIT of an existential crisis cause shes like OKAY WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO WITH MY LIFE NOW?? they actually end up getting a little apartment together somewhere and aelwyn pays the bills as an engineer making advanced prosthetics. she encourages adaine to just try out as much as possible, and she takes a ton of classes at the community college, the community center, and at various local businesses. but its actually jawbone who inspires her to go back for another degree and become a psych researcher. she makes waves in the trauma and ptsd field
theyre all pretty happy that kalvaxis, category iv, and nightmare, category v, got blown to hell at the bottom of the ocean
#fantasy high#dimension 20#the bad kids#OKAY I REALLY HAVE TO STOPPPP#YALL STOP ENCOURAGING ME IM TOO INVESTED IN THIS AU#(dont stop i love it)#pacific rim au
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Late for Class
“Im going to be late! Again! Why cant I wake up on time, stupid alarm clock, Im breaking it when I get home I swear!”
Its my usual response really, but I already know full well why I stay up so late, last night I tried to cum for 4 hours before I finally gave up and went to sleep, I just cant seem to manage a single orgasm, all I do is edge and make the throbbing worse! What's wrong with me? I was in such a rush Im only wearing a Simple plaid skirt with pink panties and thin white top with a poorly chosen black bra that shows clearly through my even poorer choice of top, tight 3 inch boots on my legs, A single tear flies off my eye as I rush to the station, I don't want to miss my train today or I really will be late for class.
Dashing through the station, my long brown hair flowing behind me as I make my way to the platform, Its packed, Ill be lucky to get a seat, odds are ill be standing today but at least I made it in time, “Might make it to classes after all.” I think to myself with a smile. Train arrives and I brace for the rush, and as the doors open Im pushed by other commuters into the train and soon enough were all packed in like sardines, barely room to myself I notice that Im being pushed up into someone larger than most in this carriage. He is tall, 2 full heads taller than me, Brown hair and large beard, his green eyes looking down and not just into my own green eyes, but seemingly through them, staring at me harder than any other has before.
The people everywhere still fighting for more space pushes me further into this man as our eyes still locked onto each other as my chest presses into his and i can feel my nipples starting to get harder under my bra, Im still aroused from my poorly timed marathon last night and this man seems to have figured my arousal out, his arm moves around me and pulls me even closer as his other arm moves between us and touches my stomach with his big warm hands.
Still locking eyes with me my mouth opens slightly as I feel his hand begin to slide down my leg and twist up my skirt, fingers crazing my slick thighs, and moments later caressing them, his fingers are being coated in my shame from last night. Sliding up my juice coated thighs his hand continues up till he cups my sex, Im soaked, dripping and desperately needy, moaning instantly into the gaze of this man the second he touched my pussy, my thin pink panties might as well not even be there since I soaked them through completely as his hands were trailing up my thighs before he even touched my wet sex.
A finger peels my useless panties off my pussy as I feel 2 fingers touch my clit and begin to rub, forcing louder moans as I break eye contact as his other hand, which had been holding me closer launches over my mouth and silences me before anyone could take notice to the moan, good think too as his massaging of my clit is making me moan harder and harder without stopping and it only took this man 12 seconds to bring me to a solid edge, it takes me much longer to get my edging started but this man..
Another edge hits as his fingers rub around my labia as he scratches at my clit constantly, dragging fresh moans from my face I feel him pushing a thick finger into my pussy slightly, seeming to test my pussy, its a tight fit, he knows Im a virgin now for sure, only a virgin is this tight to a single finger and I close my eyes as the idea of being raped on this crowded train as my first time slaps me with a edge on its own..
The movements of the train barely phase this man as his hand remains locked to my soaked pussy, his finger curled under pressing a knuckle into my nervous hole as his fingertip flicks at my clit, Im being overloaded, its far more intense than what iv ever done to myself and this man has only been in sexual contact with me for little over a minute and iv edged 4 times now.. 5 times now, his finger wont stop scratching at my clit, while his remaining fingers massage my labia from the base of my pussy to where my clit sits, Im being tortured and no one here is aware because a small girl is being gagged by a hand!
Constant stimulation has reduced my pussy to a source of ever flowing juices as my inner thighs are soaked down to my knees, if my boots weren't nice and tight id likely be standing on my toes in boots filled with proof of my arousal, thankfully they remain tight and my feet are dry inside though Im still being edged while standing on my toes almost making my legs give out beneath me. My juices flowing down my boots and pooling between my feet and the streams on my legs and the constant droplets from the mans hand keep expanding my puddle of need! I hate how turned on I am!
Pulling up to a station at last, I have 4 stops till I get to mine as I look back into this mans eyes, he still staring down, studying my expression and face as his other hand raises from my hand and a finger pushes past my lips and I instantly begin to swirl my tongue around it, I cant stop myself at this point as I suck hard on the finger rubbing my tongue as I moan in bliss as i hit edge after edge, as my head starts to shift back and forth, Im now giving this finger a blowjob and I cant stop myself, Im being swallowed in pleasure.
Another station and I slam into my 15th edge, my mind is in a haze as I drool as my head bobs back and forth on his finger with enthusiasm Im embarrassed Im showing someone who is essentially drugging me with my own arousal! My eyes unfocused as I feel his gaze still burning onto my face as my head drones on his finger, tongue working the underside of his finger as the suction Im giving is pulling my cheeks in on the draw back, my clit being rubbed to another mind breaking edge as we pull into another station and more people leave and enter the train. 2 stops to go, if I can even bring myself to go by then! And as i get to another edge the man leans in, removes his finger and locks his lips to mine, his tongue launching in and kissing me deeply, his saliva covered hand moving behind my head holding me in his kiss.
Making out with this man in brought to another edge quickly followed by another edge as the kiss goes in I melt into this man, legs going limp as I slam into another edge, my eyes fluttering as the man releases my mouth from his probing kiss as his finger drives back in and pulls against my jaw so Im forced to look back as he draws my focus as he pinches my clit before removing his pussy scented hand and licking his glossy fingers. Doors open and Im immediately pulled from the train, 1 stop early but the man doesn't care, his hand behind my head had lowered to my waist when the door had opened as he leads me out the train and through the station.
Walking out to the street the man directs me to the parking lot and a large van unlocks as we approach, I slow my pace but am met with a strong arm still wrapped around me as Im almost dragged to his van. Opening the side door I look around, 1 single seat with multiple bolts around the van, Pushing me into the seat Im quickly tied to the seat as i sit open mouthed in shock, the situation still not beating out my haze completely. Opening my mouth to voice something, anything, a cry for help, a plea for my safety, but as my mouth opens a finger dives in, its the same finger that was rubbing my throbbing clit earlier, I can taste my pussy on his fingers, smell the pure need I left on him.
“You don't say a fucking word, understood?” The man growls with a deep voice, echoing in my head I nod pathetically as his finger withdraws and a ring gag is pushed into my still open mouth, ensuring that my mouth stays open as drool quickly starts to pool in my mouth and flow through my ring and onto my thin white shirt.
Hopping in the drivers seat the man starts the van and we go for a drive, I cant see much outside the front windshield as the interior has been covered in padding to keep any silly screams for help between us 2 in the van. Tears start to form in my eyes as the man looks in the mirror and sees me dead centre of his view, he raises a remote and presses it and I jump in my bondage, my seat is vibrating! its formed in such a way my entire pussy is resting on a new vibrating pad, Im being forced to ride a vibrator while the man continues to drive, chuckling as I moan aloud, drool flowing onto my covered chest, the thin top soaking and sticking to me it almost fades when wet so it looks like Im not even wearing a shirt now!
10 minutes? 20? I don't know, the haze has returned as Im forced into more edges, and hearing a occasional chuckle I know when the man looks at me in his mirror as I lazily look around the van or up to meet his gaze when he drinks in my situation, was this all planned by him or was my abduction a spur of the moment thing? I don't know, and I cant ask with this ring in my mouth, only moan as I hit another edge and drool onto my generous breasts.
Pulling into a alleyway the man shuffles back and grabs my phone, Asking for the password i have little choice but to give him access and he starts going through my personal info, Smiling as he reads 1 of my bank statements.
“Looks like your going to be in debt a while Anna!” He says with a smile forcing a pathetic growl from my open mouth.
Reading my phones diary he goes into my private notes and laughs out loud and I hear him say the diary title “Orgasm Attempts” and my face burns red, Never having experienced a orgasm in my life for some unknown reason and now this man knows and I cant stop him!
“Lets run a test then! since were already in a nice place!” He says as Im untied from the still vibrating seat and the door is opened, thrown out of the van I notice Im not even in the city we took the train to, he's taken me somewhere I don't know! As the man follows he grabs my arm and lifts me up casually and spins me around and pushes my face against the alley wall, Hearing a zipper open i start resisting in earnest and Im rewarded for my resistance by hearing rapid clicking and something cold wrapping around my wrist, having my arm pulled behind my back then more cold clicking on my other wrist..
Iv been handcuffed! I cant push off the wall, I cant push him away! Im as helpless as a child and can do about as much as 1. Feeling my skirt get raised up and tucked into itself my ass is on display, pink thong parting my firm cheeks as he runs a thick finger down the band and pulls my thin layer of fabric and only cover aside and a monstrous pressure hits my asshole, his cock is lined up and my butt is about to take a beating. With ring gag still in my mouth i bite down as pain flows through me, my tight ass has only ever had small plugs and occasional finger enter but now Im taking a 4 finger thick rod in my ass my eyes are watering fast!
Blinking back tears as a moan scream combo rushes out as he thrusts hard and slams into me, his balls slapping my soaked pussy as Im impaled by a solid dry cock, and to my shame I hot another edge as he bottomed out, pulling back drew out another sound, I felt like i would throw up when he quickly thrust back in, raping my tight ass in a alleyway where anyone could see us, as his balls continue slapping my cunt as im fucked harshly to another edge.
Im crying out, the first thrust was excruciating, the following 5 were horrendously painful but now Im feeling pleasure, Im being raped and Im starting to moan as he works me over with his cock, his thrusting speeding up and I know what's coming next, and Who is cumming next since its never been me in my life! Heat bursts into my tight, freshly deflowered ass, feeling hot like lava I cry out as I edge as Im filled, my pussy drooling with need and unfulfilled pleasure as my ass takes his cum all the way inside me, his balls tensing as he pumps more and more cum inside.
Spinning me around and pushing me into the van once again the man rummages around while I lay there, spasming with a full ass and desperate cunt, I feel something press into my ass again and it slides in easily, too easily to be his cock.. Its a plug! my ass has been filled with his cum and is now being plugged to keep me full! why would this man plug me? I turn to get my answer but hes already pushed me into the van and hops in after me, his hard cock swinging between his legs. It felt massive in my ass but its not as big as i thought, definitely larger than average by a full 2 sizes it isnt a monster to break me with, thankfully since if it was any bigger my ass would have torn for sure!
Mouth still open and drool flowing out and stuck to my face and hair he pulls me forward and my mouth lands right where he wants me to land, with my hands cuffed behind my back I cant stop or slow my fall as his entire length, which would go from my elbow to my wrist is now passing the ring and my throat parts as my momentum causes me to deepthroat him right at the start, my tongue thrashing around on the cock in my mouth, his tip in my throat I gag painfully but helplessly. I feel his hand run through my hair as I continue to swallow his cock in a long dive down, he grips my hair at the base and pulls me up and almost entirely off.
Im coughing painfully instantly as he then releases my head and I drop once again to the base of his cock and then once again having my head grabbed by his hand at the base of my hair he then begins to use my head as a fleshlight, a toy I cant avoid being used as at this point, my mouth being full of his cock and before too long Im pushed to the base, his length in my throat as i feel his balls tensing and Im rewarded for my unwilling blowjob with a stomach full of cum being pumped in my throat. Being bulled off his still rigid cock a dildo gag is pushed in my mouth and locked in, Im being forced to deepthroat another cock, at least this 1 cant cum...
Securing me to my seat Im once again sitting with my pussy firmly planted on the vibrating pad, and in seemingly no time at all Im forced to the edge once again, my haze ever present, iv been drowning in pleasure since I woke up, and this mans actions have shaken me, even when used by someone else I really cant cu, I tear up at that realization as we drive off yet again. My view limited again after another 20 or so minute drive with another 30 or so edges Im far beyond any daily edge count iv had before, pulling up to a random alley once again Im untied and the gags are removed from my mouth.
“See you on the train tomorrow.” The man says as Im pushed from the van and he drives away, Spit covered shirt with black bra still visible and my skirt still tucked in exposing pushed aside panties and bald bare pussy and thick plug in my ass I return everything to its usual place then look around to get my bearings. Im a block away from my Uni, a few hours late for sure and no longer caring for the class I clearly missed I might as well just go home, but ill need a new shirt before I go since this shirt is barely a shirt now.
Dashing into a clothes store and a few minutes later leaving in a cheap shirt with my soaked shirt in a bag I leave for the station I intended to reach far earlier today, Hopping on a train and start my hopefully peaceful trip back home I sit in a vacant seat and relax, my ass clenching on the plug he left in me and I know the second I remove it ill be spilling cum everywhere so Ill have to choose a more secluded place, Glancing up my eyes widen and I see him, Sitting on the other end of the carriage, green eyes trained on mine as he sits, and waits unmoving.
5 Stops then its mine and I watch him carefully, Is he planning on assaulting another girl like he did me? Why cant I bring myself to call him out? 4 stops remaining. I should hit him or kick him, he raped me and even plugged my throbbing ass! 3 stops remaining. I should tell someone, there are girls all over this train and they would help me right? 2 stops remaining. Whatever he does ill stop him, I cant let what happened to me happen so someone else.. even though they get his.. cock and get to cum.. why couldn't I cum? why cant I ever cum? 1 stop remaining. Sitting in my seat my hand idly slides under my skirt, my wet shirts bag hiding my action as I begin rubbing my still throbbing clit to another edge, “I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!” i think over and over in my head as my finger traces circles around my slick clit and another edge until.
Doors open and I jump up, the man following suit, I step off the train onto my station and the man does the same on the other end of the carriage.. What's his game? I cant go home if hes following me, I don't want this man knowing where I live! But what choice do I have here, If I don't go home and he follows me I could be in real trouble, in my own home town..
I take off running from the man who only walks after me, Its 5 blocks of zig zagging and a lot of looking back but I loose him quickly. “cant keep up if all you do is walk!” I think to myself as I unlock my front door, enter than lock everything I can lock to secure my home and I take a deep breath, Windows and doors all locked I take another breath, my ass throbbing after running while plugged like this I retreat to the shower and work the plug out. The second it comes out the cum follows, “he really filled me” I think as i turn the shower on, taking my clothes off to clean myself up.
Getting changed I don't feel very hungry.. considering the “Meal” I had earlier I just go to bed early, Resting my throbbing ass is all I need to focus on and that needs sleep.
Tossing and turning in a light sleep, the scenes from today keep replaying in my head, the arousal, the amount of edges I was forced to experience, the taste of his cum on my tongue, the pleasure.. it felt good, I cant lie about that much. Feeling the bed shift i simply readjust in my bed when a hand presses on my mouth. My eyes shoot open as Im staring back into those same green eyes..
With his other hand pulling my initially fresh and dry panties off my body, my imagination replaying the events from earlier soaking them thoroughly he grabs my leg and raises it high, his cock once again levelled with me he rubs it over my soaking pussy and thrusts a few times, coating his cock in my shame he aims once again for my tight recently emptied ass and pushes hard.
“Nice home you have here” He says in his deep voice as he pulls my raised leg back and so pulling me further onto his cock. “I think ill stay a while, show you a few fun things, teach you a few other things” He says with a smile as he thrusts hard and I feel his cock drive deep once again. “Tomorrow Im going to feed you a refreshing cum cocktail, you'll learn to love it, or not, its all you'll be drinking from now on anyway!” He laughs! My pleasure at its peak my mind cant believe whats going on, I black out in a mix of fear, pleasure and shock. I think Im going to miss my next few classes too..
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writing prompt masterlist #1
Of course, there’s 75 million prompt lists out there but i figured there’s nothing wrong with making my own. Send me a category + a number + a pairing and i’ll write you a fic. Okay to reblog and use :) (x)
Fake/Secret/Etc Dating AUs:
my parents keep setting me up on blind dates but in reality I’m dating you and it’s so you help me get out of them
i hate commitment but my dad’s dying wish is to see me get married and you’re an old family friend i ran into at the airport on my way to visit him so hey let’s get engaged
you need a plus-one for your brother’s wedding so i’m going as a favor but there’s been a misunderstanding and now your whole family thinks we’re engaged
i’m mad at my parents so i ask you out because they wouldn’t approve of you and you’re well aware that i’m just using you but you agree because you find it funny but hey you’re actually super sweet
there’s this really creepy person hitting on me and i don’t know you but you pretending to be my partner completely saved my ass thanks how about i buy you a drink
we’re just really touchy friends and we get each other gifts all the time but everyone thinks we’re going out and we let them think that but why are you getting upset about me going on a date we’re not actually together?
I’m sorry you always thought your love for me was unrequited but on to more important matters YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING SO YOU HAVE A DECISION TO MAKE YOU ASSHOLE!
Our mutual friend apparently has been waiting for us to get together and so they’re very angry/disappointed/upset when they find out that the reason we kissed last night was because we were black-out drunk
everyone thinks we hate each other and we keep that front up in public, so we have hilarious pretend fights and squabbles and pranks
when we were little I accidentally mentioned that I had a crush on you but I always thought you didn’t hear me because you just looked at me weird and never commented but now we’re in high school and omg you just introduced me as your boyfriend/girlfriend/datemate wtf we never discussed this
friends to lovers aus
You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you
You’ve liked me for ages and were really obvious about it and I didn’t like all the attention but now you’re over me I really miss it and fuck I think I like you too?
You want us both to get in shape and I hate working out/running but your ass looks really good in shorts oh the things I do for my friends and their nice asses
Our best friends are that awful ‘cute’ couple that make-out in public and call each other “sweetie” and “sugar” and “babe” and god they’re awful let’s talk about how awful they are – develops into “shit we’re the awful couple now”
Celebrity/Famous AUs
listen, you may be a famous (and extremely attractive) guitarist, but that gives you no right to practise on the electric at two a.m when we live right next to each other.
We broke up and I used my feelings to write songs and now I’m super popular and you want me back
we decided to make a fake vlog drama for our subscribers and they all think it’s real but jokes on us we end up actually liking each other
I run a prank channel and you were some innocent bystander I pranked for a video but then it turns out hey, you’re also famous online haha shit
we met and started talking but i didn’t know you were a rising star until i noticed cameras following me wtf
you’re a reporter and i think you’re super cute so i’ll only give you personal interviews to help your career and also get you to talk to me more
I’m a celebrity and I have a secret social media account and we started talking online and now we’re close friends but you want to meet up oh shit
I’m a celebrity and I may or may not be following your blog which is dedicated to me. reading your comments and tags are hilarious and very flattering and I’m somewhat smitten
You’re an actor/other famous person that I really admire and I just saw you in the street and as I was debating whether or not to say hi you came up to me and started flirting what do I do??
wedding/kids/marriage/long term relationship AUs
we’ve been dating forever, and you just caught the bouquet at our friend’s wedding
remember when we were in high school and we swore that if we were still single at 30 we’d marry each other, well hey guess whose birthday it is
i’m a runaway bride/groom and you’re driving my getaway car
I suddenly bumped into you after years and wow you look good but holy crap is that a kid?? since when?
you had a breakdown because the baby wouldn’t stop crying and you kept saying how you weren’t ready and how you couldn’t do it
whenever my kid starts crying I just hand them to you and then they just stop and start smiling
“i’m so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt- actually nevermind i agree, that shirt is horrendous”
i always tease you because that’s just our thing we tease each other but for some reason you snapped at me and are you okay? what’s wrong?
my in-laws despise me GREAT but around you they’re super nice so you don’t believe me
neighbours AUs
You always complain about how loud I am (whether it be TV, video games or music/musical instrument is up to you) and this is the first time you’ve actually knocked on my apartment door and given me a lecture there rather than giving me a phone call, but I’m not really listening because I didn’t realise I had such a cute neighbour
you never open your door for children on halloween so i always pay the kids to smear your door with shaving cream
my printer isnt printing anymore and my papers are due tomorrow so im on my knees in front of your door begging to use your printer when the old lady from above passes us and thinks im proposing to you
we always run into each other on the stairs but we’ve never said more than hello but when we found out that we both hate the other neighbours, we became friends
i came home drunk and wouldnt stop knocking on your door. when you open i keep telling you to get out of my apartment
after a rough party night i find you sleeping on the stairs but since im still a little asshole all i do is put a blanket over you and a pillow under your head
Please help me, I know you have a kid and my sibling just dropped their baby on me where’s the button to put them to sleep?
I’m stressed and sleep-deprived, please let me pet your cat.
I have really weird dreams and you have really weird dreams so now we’re in this contest to see who has the weirdest dreams.
Strangers/Meet Cute (or meet very NOT cute) AUs
We were sitting next to each other in a public place and I saw a mosquito on you and my instincts just acted before my mind.
We mixed up our clothes at the laundry service and I have nothing left to wear and every thing you wear is too big/small for me.
We’re at a comic book store and if you tell me your superhero is better than mine I’m gonna have to punch you in the teeth.
There are no table left at this restaurant and you let me sit at yours since you’re alone.
I’m a single grown-up with busy friends but I want to go to Disneyland so I drop a message on a forum to find someone like me to go wear silly Mickey ears headband and stuff ourselves with cotton candy.
My computer broke down so I called an IT and now I need to find a reason to call them back so I delete important files and download adwares and do all kinds of stupid things.
I almost dropped something and in my fumbling attempts to stop it from hitting the floor I accidentally projectiled it at your face and it’s a really nice face I’m so sorry
first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night
I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck at the top? Fuck
Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this
college/high school AUs:
i went on a date with a boy who had plans to take me to dinner and drinks. but he lost his wallet at a pizza place so we just walked around the neighborhood, sat in the park and talked.
we’re in the same study group but we dont talk but you brought goldfish and im starving
we have the same notebook and we took the wrong ones home so i used your notes on my open book test
you were my elementary school crush but you moved away but somehow we end up miraculously going to the same college and i barely recognized you because holy hot damn you are more attractive than i remember?
I tripped over on my way to this party and I’m bleeding profusely from the grazes on my knees and you’re a complete stranger that pretty much jumped me the second I walked in the door to play nurse
ive had a crush on you for 3+ years and now youre going out with my best friend and i definitely havent locked myself in a toilet cubicle to cry
We’re in different debate classes and I was constructing a case on the board and I come in the next morning and you’ve replied to all my points really well?? But I don’t even know your name? And oh shit, we’re taking over the entire whiteboard, is that your phone number squeezed into the corner of the board there?
You have braces and I don’t and I keep forgetting you’re not allowed to have gum so every time I offer, you give this death glare
You sent me a text asking if I wanted to go to prom on the day of prom and I’m not in town
I’m a notorious goody two shoes and you look like you get into fights on a daily basis, so when you were in the library on the first day I was supposed to be a tutor, I assumed I’d be tutoring you. But, as it turns out, we’re both tutors, and the people we’re tutoring keep blowing us off to make out and we have to go round them up
we have a mutual best friend but they cannot find out how much i like you then they’ll tell you, but i need to find out if you’re single!
I sat down in the wrong class and I’m panicking but don’t want to get up and leave because the class has started and you think it’s hilarious
You pissed me off in class so I threw a book at your head and now I’m in detention and jesus fuck I hate you so much and the teacher made me apologise and wait you’re cuter up close
soulmate aus
if one soulmate gets an injury, the other gets it as well.
Character A has a soulmate, but Character A died before they got to meet them. As Character A navigates the afterlife in their ghostly form, they discover that they can’t “move on” until they’ve met their soulmate.
the very first words your soulmate ever says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body since the day you are born
when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well.
You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18 or something but all I got was a strong smell of bananas or something
you have a compass on your wrist and it directs you to where your soulmate is
i usually think i’m having a conversation with myself in my head but it turns out we’re telepathically connected
everybody is born with a map “tattooed” on their forearm that’s centered on the exact location of where they’ll first meet their soul mate
#writing#writing prompts#i did this instead of........ actually writing#eddieways feel free to reblog and/or send prompts
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kiss me // j.jh
♦️Pairing: jaehyun x fem reader
♦️Other Members/ Characters: 97 line GC (Eunwoo, Jungkook and Mingyu) + Jihyo of Twice (also a 97 liner)
♦️Genre: smut, fluff,, bf Jaehyun, uni au
♦️Warnings: rough sex, nipple play(?), slight cock warming, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, badly written smut lmao, mentions of RuPaul’s Drag Race bc I’ve been binging on it after Netflix put all the seasons on!!!
♦️Word count: 3,981
♦️Story: Finals are done and you finally have proper time with your boyfriend Jaehyun but he barely pays you any attention. He won’t even give you a kiss you because of a stupid mobile game.
Note: A request by anon for bf!Jaehyun. Also, yeaaah, this isn’t proof read, sorry for the shitty aftercare and the shitty writing in general lol. Tell me what you guys think, please! I’d love feedback so I can improve hehe <3
"Kiss me." You say as you push yourself up closer to your boyfriend’s face, who was currently focused on his phone as he laid next to you in your bed, playing whatever mobile phone game he was addicted to with the guys. It was kind of annoying, really.
You purse your lips and make kissy sounds, making him chuckle. You roll your eyes at him but he doesn’t notice, because he was too focused on his phone. You couldn’t believe how he’d rather play with his phone and his friends rather than spending time with you, his girlfriend, despite it being a free Sunday for the both of you. Finals were fucking finally over for all of you after the two of you, along with your friends had spent every day studying (more like cramming) to try and ace your tests.
It was safe to say the two of you hadn’t had sex in a while. Plus, this was your only time alone together after a while as your roommate, Jihyo was on a date with her boyfriend, Eunwoo. Jihyo was a bit anal about you bringing in Jaehyun to your dorm to have sex after she had caught you and Jaehyun fucking a few times (it was more than a few times, honestly). You couldn’t hold it against her because she never had sex with Eunwoo in your dorm. Ever. Or not that you know of.
You pinch Jaehyun’s side, making him yelp but he barely spares you a glance. You pucker your lips again and make kissy faces at him, trying to annoy him more than anything at this point. Jaehyun tilts his head towards you, eyes still focused on the screen of his phone as he blindly pecks at your face, kissing your nose instead of your lips like you wanted to.
Feeling annoyed, you grab the phone out of his hands and turn it off. You set his phone on your nightstand, straddle him and cup his cheeks, squishing and pinching it with your hands. His hands automatically make his way to your hips as he looks up with you with a less than pleased expression.
“I was about to beat Mingyu and Jungkook, you know,” he grunts in annoyance, taking hold of your hands that started to pinch his cheeks painfully. He pulls your hands off his cheeks and intertwines his fingers with yours.
You laugh, “Baby, today’s our free day. You can kill them some other time!” You started to grind your hips against his, testing the waters. You really wanted to take advantage of the time alone you had with the love of your life and do anything and everything you’ve wanted to do for the past few weeks. Also, fucking the built up stress away wasn’t a bad idea.
Jaehyun watches you, grinding and circling your hips, almost as if he was hypnotized. He bit his lip and gives you a pointed look, “I thought we weren’t allowed to have sex here anymore?”
You lean back and shrug, “Jihyo isn’t here anyways. What does she know?”
“Well Jungkook and Mingyu know how important my ranking is in that game to me. And they know I’m here with you.” Jaehyun chuckles, “they’re already probably going off in the group chat that we’re already fucking and you know Eunwoo’s in the chat too.”
You stop grinding on him, and sighed before blowing a raspberry, “I honestly don’t give a shit. Jihyo knows I’m putting RuPaul’s Drag Race over everything, including you so I could just say I forced you to watch.”
Jaehyun scoffs and looks at you as if he’s offended, “so you mean to say you finished the season we were watching WITHOUT ME?” He lets go of your hands and holds onto your thighs, squeezing.
You explode in laughter, knowing well that Jaehyun took offense in it. You both were big fans of the show that you’d do marathons of it together, especially the most recent All Stars season. “Trinity-“
He puts up a finger to your lips, “ok, spoiler queen. I don’t need to know. I’ll watch it for myself.”
“No, I’ll tell you right now! Trinity and Monet-“
Jaehyun puts his hands over his ears, closes his eyes and starts howling, and basically doing every annoying sounds he could produce, just to shut you up.
You laugh, trying to pull his hands away from his ear, telling him about the finale. Each second he goes on with his act, the more you found it funny so you ended up bellowing in laughter, weak as you fall down on his chest, shoulders shaking.
Jaehyun sighs as he wraps an arm around you, patting your head gently. “God, you’re annoying.”
Still in fits of giggles, you sit up again and hover over him, staring at him. Jaehyun was probably one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen in your life and you thought you were blessed to have been given a chance to be one of the people he loved in this world. “You love me, though.”
Jaehyun gives you a goofy smile, “that I do, sweetheart. So fucking much. You have no idea.”
“Prove it!”
“How?”
"Kiss me."
Jaehyun didn’t have to be told twice. His hands find its way on the back of your head, and he pulls you close while he lifts his head up to meet you halfway and locks his lips with yours.
You chuckle and proceed to kiss him. Deep and hard, always. His tongue swipes on your lower lip and you grant him access and soon your tongues wrapped around each other. You didn't know how long you were kissing but all you knew was you were already feeling dizzy and breathless but you just wanted to taste him again and again.
People might call you crazy but every time you saw him, he still gave you the butterflies he made you feel from the first time you saw him. That was how you knew you were already in love with him. You were so into in him that his mere touch sent shivers up your spine and when he makes love to you, you’re afraid you’ll burst into tears because of the overwhelming feelings he gives you.
You pull away and pull off the large t-shirt that you used as pyjamas. Underneath it, you weren’t wearing anything because you knew you’d be fucking your boyfriend. You shoot him a smile as you cup your breasts for him, earning a whistle from him. You knew he loved your nipples and right now, they looked too appetizing to him, already so hard and begging to be sucked by him.
He bites his lips at the sight of your naked and pliant body. He knew how conscious you were of your body but he loved how you trusted him too much that you were confident naked in front of him. He was thankful for that because for him it was a way to really say how much you trusted and loved him.
You grab his hands and rest them over your breasts as you start to circle your hips on him again. He had an obsession with you boobs that he would find a way to suck your nipples most of the time, that when you would sleep over at his dorm (which was better because the athletic department had budget and gave them solo rooms) even before you sleep, he sucks your nipples. It was endearing.
You were his and he was yours. As soon as he lets go of your nipples, you kiss his neck, making sure to rub you hard nipples against his chest as you pull up his shirt and help him fully take it off. He cups your face as you kiss and you rush to undo his jeans. You plant kisses down his neck, chest and stomach as you go lower, pulling down his jeans.
His half hard cock pops out as you pull down his underwear and help him get both his jeans and underwear off around his ankles until the both of you were buck naked. You settle between his legs, kissing his thighs, just taking your time but your hands find his cock, the tip leaking with clear liquid.
You spit on your hands, easing the friction and starting to jerk him off. You use the pad of your thumb to rub the slit of his cock, watching how his cock twitches and gets harder at the action. His dick continues to leak pre-cum, enough for you to spread it around the sensitive mushroom head of his shaft.
“Fuck, baby. Stop playing and suck it if you’re going to,” he hisses, fisting the sheets beside him.
“Ok, ok.” You laugh but you continue to play with his sensitive head. You gather your spit in your mouth and drop it slowly on the head of his dick, circling your tongue to the air so the spit goes around and covers the rest of his cock. “I’ll get your dick wet first, you big baby.”
Jaehyun moans as you start to jack him off, your left teasing the head and the right jerking the rest of his cock. He watches you as you bite your lips in concentration as you jerk him off, using the tricks that are fool proof to make him feel good. Especially that jerk-jerk-twist-jerk movement that had his hips bucking.
Without a word, you start to suck on his head, slurping on the salty precum, making him hiss in pleasure. You use your now free left hand to fondle on his balls as you keep jerking and sucking him off. When the moisture from your spit around the rest of his length dries, you slowly take him in your mouth, deep throating him.
You keep your thumb in your fist, trying to keep your gagging down as you used your left hand to hold onto the base of his cock as you take him deeper inside your mouth until your nose was touching his belly, his trimmed pubes prickling you.
Jaehyun was always amazed how you manage to take in his whole length but then again, you always managed to surprise him and managed to exceed his expectations which was one of the reasons for why he fell in love with you. Out of all the girls around him, you managed to catch his attention and he found himself unable to keep you out of his mind until the two of you got to work together since you were both in student government.
You lift your head a little and bob your head, keeping his dick down your throat, knowing this would surely cover the whole of his cock with your spit. Jaehyun had always been a loud grunter and moaner so it was no doubt that the room was filled with Jaehyun’s sounds of pleasure and curses as you make him feel good with your mouth. Once you couldn’t hold your breath anymore, you pull away from his cock.
You take the spit stringing your mouth to the head of his cock with your fingers and jerk him off. Jaehyun looks at you, mouth swollen, eyes lidded and tears forming at your ducts. You lean forward, rubbing the head of his cock against your nipples, making him groan at the sight. You take him in your mouth again, this time, just comfortably sucking him off, just taking in the length you could casually and jerk the rest of his shaft.
He grabs a hold of your head, pushing your pony tail back and tucking the strands that came apart from the vigorous bobbing of your head on his cock. Jaehyun starts to thrust his hips up so you stop moving, your arms on either sides of his hips on the bed, letting him fuck your face at his own pace. When he thrusts to particularly deep, you end up gagging and you pull away, coughing.
Jaehyun gasps in worry, immediately sitting up and cups your face. “Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”
You let out a giggle and peck his lips, “it’s ok, love.”
"So now, it’s my turn to please my lady." He grins as he kisses you on the cheek before he maneuvers you to the head of the bed and pushes you down until he was hovering over you and in between your legs. He licks the tips of his fingers and rubs at your clit, making you twitch. He reaches down and slips two of his fingers inside you with no warning, making you gasp. “You’re this wet for me, sweetheart? Well shit.” He grins at you, teasing as his he finds a comfortable paces to fuck you with his fingers.
You close your eyes, reveling in the sensation of his fingers stretching you and rubbing against your spot as you squeeze your breasts. God, he knew just how to make you feel so good, and you couldn’t wait for the main event: his cock but his fingers were doing more than good that you find yourself bucking against his hand as your orgasm comes over you fast, like it was unexpected that you didn’t realize you were cumming until it you started to scream and tremble.
“That was fast,” Jaehyun teases, pulling his fingers out of you slowly, watching your pussy juice stringing as he separates his fingers. He takes the fingers from inside you and shoves it in his mouth and licks it clean. It as a shame you couldn’t see it as you were still basking in the after effects of your orgasm, eyes pinched close. “I didn’t even touch your clit!” He says, giving you a teasing look. “You must’ve waited for this long, huh?”
You grin at him, but still trying to calm yourself down by taking deep breaths. “We haven’t had sex since Jihyo made us stop having sex here and finals was a bitch, Jae. I was stressed!” You close your eyes, clutching your chest dramatically.
Jaehyun laughs at you and kneels in front of you, lifting your hips and pulling you to him. He lifts your hips and settles it on top of his legs. You feel him line his cock to your slit and pushes his head in.
“Wait! I’m not ready yet!” You whimper, using your legs to push yourself off but his grip on your hips was strong and he had already pushed inside you, the whole of his length inside you. Your eyes roll back as his tip presses against your sweet spot but at the same time, the burn of the stretch makes you hiss in pain. He was never an easy size to begin with.
“Relax, babe.” He says gently as he takes a hold of your waist but you see how he has his eyes closed and his mouth agape. “You’re fucking tight.”
Still feeling the stretch, you lift your head and hit his hand on your waist, making him laugh. “You’re an asshole. I’m still sensitive.” You pouted.
“I know, love. Your pussy’s still throbbing.” He gives you a sweet smile and grabs your legs to wrap them around him. He takes his time, keeping his cock inside you while he takes his time into admiring your serene face and running his hands on your skin. “You ok?” He intertwines your fingers and plants kisses on the back of your hand, watching you remain silent with your eyes closed.
You eventually give him a sign but don’t answer him, instead, you smile at him as you squeeze your walls around his cock, making him wince. “Your cock is-AH!”
He starts to move his hips, just grinding do every roll of his hips, his cock hitting your sweet spot. "Ah, shit. You're so fucking tight." He groans as he finally pulls his hips back and drove into me slowly, bottoming out and slamming back in, making you moan at the sweet pressure inside.
You wrap your legs tighter around him as he moved his hips up, hitting your sweet spot at a different angle as he leans down and sucks at your nipples. Fucking Jaehyun wouldn’t be fucking him if he wasn’t sucking on your nipples while he was fucking into you. You keep his head close to you, as if you were holding a baby’s head sucking on its mother’s nipple. Honestly, with the amount of times he was sucking on your nipples, you wouldn’t be surprised if you started lactating out of the blue.
He lifts your legs as he starts slow but deep thrusts and puts both of your legs over his shoulders as he leans down, basically folding you in half. He captures your lips while his hips pick up pace. He kisses the sensitive spots on your neck as he builds up a steady pattern of fucking you, making you eyes roll back in pleasure. He licks the skin from you ear to my neck, making you shiver and buck your hips, easily receiving his hard cock.
He eventually goes into full force and you’re left to nothing but a moaning mess as he drives his hips to yours forcefully and in a pace beyond what you could handle. He was so deep inside you that you could the sweet pressure of his hard cock jabbing your cervix.
You claw at his back and grabbing onto whatever you could, holding on for dear life as he drives into you relentlessly, with his hands lifting up your hips for easier access. "F-fu...fuck! Ah! Soooo goo-...ood! Ah!!"
He pulls out and you groan at the loss of his cock inside you.
"Jaehyun, no," You groan desperately as he smirks at me.
"Patience, love." He smiles and lies on his back, making me straddle him.
Needing no words, you straddle him and slip down his length, releasing a sigh of pleasure at the fullness you’re feeling. You lean down and kiss him and he settles his hands on your ass cheeks, massaging and slapping. You pull away, moving your hips slowly, forward and backward, taking him in deep inside. You lean your head back, moaning from the pleasure.
He leans forward and sucks your left nipple and plays with your nipple with his hands, rolling the hard pebble with his fingers, pulling and squeezing. He groans in pleasure as you tighten your walls around him. He moves to your riģht nipple and sucks, and gives the same treatment as he did with your other nipple.
Jaehyun then pushes you down towards him and holds you tight as he starts thrusting hard and fast from below you. You squeal at the intense, hard pleasure coming in, giving you no room to breathe.
"JAEHYUN!!!!" You scream as you push your hips down to meet his thrusts and take him in any deeper, if it was possible. "FucK! AHH!!" You let myself go and my body becomes limbless at the excessive pleasure. You feel the drool escape your lips as you lean your face on the crook of his neck.
Without effort, he maneuvers you off of him and throws you on the bed then kissing every exposed inch of my skin he could reach. Once he reaches down, he doesn’t hesitate and proceeds to eat you out like a fucking maniac, making you scream and shiver in so much pleasure. There were lots of things Jung Jaehyun did well and one of the top things besides academics, basketball, cooking and fucking, eating you out would be included. And it didn't help that he knew your body like the back of his hand.
"Jaehyun! I'm cummimg!" You scream and before he could react, you were trembling, already in your second orgasm of the day. He never stopped sucking on your clit and started fingering you again, jus jabbing at your sweet spot while you were on the verge of your orgasm. You wanted to keep away but he had your hips on hold. Pretty soon, you felt it coming again and this time, you ended up squirting.
He looked pretty proud of himself after you were left a shivering mess. “There we go, good girl!” He smiles, kissing the back of your hand. “I told you I’d make you squirt, right?” The last time you had sex, knowing it’d be while before you could again, the two of you had rented a room and tried every position you wanted to try out and tried finding out your limits. He had made you squirt then and you both were amazed after seeing it once so he had promised you that he would be making you do it again.
“Jihyo’s gonna be so fucking mad when she gets home…” you trail off, still a bit high from your orgasm. “God, I’m dead. I need to find a new roommate.” You take a deep breathe, “also, I think… I’m gonna pass out.”
Jaehyun laughed, “at least let me cum before you pass out!”
“I fucking hate you right now.” You could feel the slight sheen of sweat on your body, besides from the body liquid you just expelled earlier.
“Excuse me, Ms. Y/N? You were the one that wanted this, remember?”
You wanted to pass out but you were sure Jaehyun wasn't over yet and besides, you always wanted Jaehyun’s cum inside you. It wasn't done until he came inside you. “Fuck me now, come on.” He immediately enters you and starts working his hips in a pace fast and hard.
"Fuck! Slow down!" It was too good that you could feel fresh tears drip down your temple. "Wait!!! Jaehyun" You try to push him away to at least slow him down but he holds you tighter and drives into you harder, constantly pressing against your g-spot. It was honestly like his cock was made for your pussy as he’s always hitting the places inside you that made you see stars.
"Ah, fuck! Your pussy so fucking tight for me!" He exclaims, followed with a plethora of curses as he does a steady pace of strong, deep, fast thrusts. He kisses you and holds tight on your breasts, squeezing them.
"I'm cumming!" You scream as you quickly cum on his cock which triggers his orgasm as well, but he keeps his shallow thrusts until he's emptied his cum all inside of you, filling you a few weeks worth of cum, filling you to the brim that some spill out even though his cock acted as a plug.
He stays inside you as the two of you kiss again, lazily this time, so you both could catch your breaths too. "I love you, y/n." He smiles at you, kissing your chin.
You laugh at his sweetness as you focus on breathing to slow down your fast heartbeat. Was it because of his words or your exhaustion? Or both? But you did know the exhaustion was taking over you. You close your eyes, basking in the warmth of his body against yours. Your ears were blocked and you were still trembling but you weren’t complaining.
Jaehyun knew you so he wasn’t expecting your reply and he already knows your answer anyways. Pretty soon, you quickly fall asleep, surprising him. But it was understandable because he made you spent so he cleaned up after you, wiping your body and your crotch with a warm towel and dressing you in panties and one of the shirts he’s left intentionally after he had cleaned himself up. It was the least he could do.
From Jung Jaehyun | 10:30AM
To Cha Eunwoo
So, what are you willing to do for me not to tell y/n I caught you and Jihyo fucking after ur gf made us stop fucking in their dorm? Send me your most expensive skin, Cha and try to beat me!
#Jaehyun smut#jung jaehyun#jaehyun#jung yoonoh#nct smut#nct jaehyun#Jaehyun fluff#nct fluff#uni au#nct au#Jaehyun au#Jaehyun x reader#requested#nct scenarios#nct scenario#nct imagines#nct imagine#Jaehyun imagine#Jaehyun imagines#Jaehyun scenario#jaehyun scenarios#cha eunwoo#mingyu#jungkook#jihyo#97 line lol
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Noodling Part IV: The Noodle Thickens
@rainbowmic when you called Samejima a ‘soft boy’ you were right, but not the way you expected.
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"I meant it with respect, I swear! I mean, I've studied you so much, and it's helped me get so much stronger with my Quirk, you've been such an inspiration--"
"One moment," interrupted Aizawa. "Exactly how does your Quirk work?"
Yagi shot Aizawa a thankful look as Samejima peeled himself away from his fanboy crying into Yagi’s bony forearm.
"My Quirk is Bodysculpting. Look." Samejima pressed at his cheek with two fingers. The skin resisted for a moment, then gave in and allowed itself to be molded like firm clay. Further pressing allowed him to rearrange his face entirely, until All Might's face was staring back at Yagi from atop Samejima's shoulders.
Yagi blanched, but Samejima didn't seem to notice. "I can make any face I want," he continued, pressing now at his hair until it stood up into two proud golden spikes. "I can even make multiple faces! I just can't change my skin or hair color, and I can't make clothes. I've got a few rotating cam gigs these days but All Might commissioned pieces bring in some really good paychecks - this is the first time I've done an Eraserhead one, though."
The absolute glee on Samejima's face as he carefully massaged a portion of his arm into resembling Aizawa's face was unnerving, and Aizawa had seen a lot of messed-up Quirks in his time. This one wasn't harmful, or even particularly grotesque, just...that was his face grinning out of a fleshy ball on the end of someone's arm and nothing made that not messed up.
At least that explained how they'd gotten both Yagi and his own face in the same shot for some of the kisses - Samejima had literally been making out with his own hand during the close-ups, and the rest of the time only one face had been visible at once.
"So you need to be able to see something and intentionally copy it, right?" he said, trying to tear his gaze away from where Samejima was showing off the Aizawa-hand's facial expression range. It grinned, then stuck a flesh-colored tongue out at the pair of them, and Aizawa saw Yagi wince so hard his hair trembled.
"Right. I learned to imitate All Might from watching him on TV. I do a lot of research for the different personas I use, it actually takes a lot of practice." Samejima ran his hand down the length of his forearm and smoothed out the Aizawa-hand's face, delicately tugging on his fingers as if adjusting a glove until they were the right length again. Watching the process was unnerving, but looking away? Impossible. It was a trainwreck with his face on it.
"So you're experienced shaping yourself into All Might. How did you imitate me, then?"
"Ah! So Kuroda did the body doubling for the scenes from the back, but--"
"I mean, what did you watch to imitate me? I'm not on TV very much."
"Your press conference thing, the public apology"
"And for All Might's current body?"
"His retirement speech, but also some of the Kamino footage."
"So you intentionally looked up footage of the two of us during some of the worst, most demoralizing moments of our professional lives...and you used it to make porn. For personal profit."
Samejima's jaw worked.
"I...I suppose I didn't think about it…" The poor man's lip was quivering. He ran a hand down his face, fingers pressing into the skin to wear down the sharp edges of Yagi's features. His skin slowly began to fade back from All Might's chiseled bone structure into the softer, rounder shape they'd seen earlier.
"I am so sorry…"
Yagi, soft-heart that he was, reached out and set a gentle hand on Samejima's shoulder. "I understand you needed to make a living. But perhaps your 'All Most' can also retire, now that the real thing is stepping back?" he said soothingly.
"There must be someone else the cape-chaser community is getting off to," Aizawa added. "Go make yourself Endeavor's problem. Or Hawks. Or Endeavor. Actually, please do Endeavor." Because an angry, humiliated Endeavor would be a lot less charitable than Yagi and Aizawa considered that to be a 'whoever loses, I win' battle.
"Of course. Y-yes, All Might." Samejima stood up straighter, nearly saluting in his patriotic hero-loving adoration and fanboyishness. "Anything for you. Anything you want."
"Ah-"
"What we'd really like is the name of your buyer, Pornographer-sama."
"Right. Of course. Yeah, fuck them. I never wanted this to be blackmail, I just thought they thought you were cute." Samejima waved a hand to his partner, who turned back to the computer and started pulling up All Most's financial records. For someone who made such a trashy living, Kuroda kept remarkably precise records of exactly how much money was coming in thanks to impersonations of All Might's dick.
Toshi laughed bitterly. "This body? Cute? When they have my muscle form to look at instead? That seems unlikely, even for a fan. Or a fetishist."
Samejima gave Yagi a look that Aizawa struggled to categorize. Not pity, not rage, just narrowed eyes with a frown that seemed almost sad. "Yeah, dude," he said, slower. "Not everything's about the muscles. Lots of bodies are beautiful, and people like a pretty broad range of bodies. I think you have a good form either way."
"And not everyone prefers muscles," Aizawa put in. "Some people like slender limbs. And jawlines."
"There's slender and then there's a gangly scarecrow." Yagi gestured at his bony frame in its overlarge clothes. "I mean, look at me."
Aizawa took a step forward, lowering his voice until it was barely audible for Samejima and a harsh hiss for Yagi. "I do look at you," he said, every word firm and enunciated. "Frequently. What's your point, All Might?"
Yagi wet his lips, eyes flicking from the staring Samejima to the smaller man glowering up at him through tendrils of dark hair. "I…"
"Found it!" Kuroda called out, breaking the icy tension. Both men immediately took a step backwards to put plausible deniability between themselves. "I got the record of their deposit to our account. Guy actually used a credit card, I guess he didn't think about hiding his tracks."
"Is there a name on the card?" asked Aizawa, steadfastly refusing to break eye contact with Yagi.
"It's only giving me last name and then first initial, is that good enough?"
They gathered back around the screen, Yagi bending over the two shorter men like a curious stork.
Tsukuda, J was written neatly next to a string of Xes hiding all but the last four digits of the credit card number and the date of the payment to All Most's account. The amount transferred over was enough to have covered Aizawa's rent for a full month, but that wasn't the part that enraged him.
"Fuck," Aizawa muttered.
"Hm?"
"You weren't the blackmail target, Yagi," Aizawa muttered, as Yagi made confused noises. "I was. You were just...collateral damage."
He stood up straight, nearly knocking Samejima under his jaw with the top of his head. The two pornographers hung back as irritation rolled off Aizawa in waves.
Midnight having an affair would be irrelevant, Cementoss having one would be comedic, but the Symbol of Peace? No establishment would want to bear that shame, or the black mark of letting it be leaked out. If the school was run by the kind of people who were more concerned with their image than keeping good teachers, they'd have covered it up by firing the lowest-ranked person in the social hierarchy - it took two to have an affair, and you only had to fire one to break it up. It would protect All Might and the school while ruining Aizawa's career as a teacher.
"Who's Tsukuda?" asked Yagi, concerned. "A villain? A defeated foe?"
"Tsukuda Jeido was one of my students at UA a few years ago."
"So she's a hero?"
"No. I expelled her halfway through her second year." His fingers slid into the capture weapon around his neck and tightened into the folds of the fabric. "The usual story. High pressure parents, someone great at taking tests and terrible about handling the real world, a strong Quirk with a badly matched personality. I gave her every chance, but eventually expelling her seemed the kindest option." The capture weapon lifted and coiled around his fingers, ready for action.
"Looks like I still have a few lessons to teach her."
#erasermight#squid writes fanfic#bnha#aizawa shouta#toshinori yagi#minor body horror#samejima is a squishy boy#my hero academia#eraserhead#all might#no beta we die like mne
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some time ago @britneyshakespeare tagged me in a couple of those things where you bold the one you prefer so im finally gonna sit down and just knock them both out in one post. merci diana <3
honey and lemon or milk and sugar
musicals or plays
lemonade or iced tea
why would i choose when snapple’s pink lemonade and raspberry iced tea flavors both exist in peaceful harmony like that
strawberries or raspberries
winter or summer
both can be somewhat lonely. at least one doesn’t give me chronic sleep deprivation
beaches or forests
diners or cafés
i barely am up early enough to frequent either
unicorns or dragons
not really sensing a strong opinion brewing forth on either. y'know ill just pick dragons because jane and the dragon was a cool show growing up even if the animation was a tad atrocious
gemstones or crystals
who cares theyre both just cool rocks
hummingbirds or owls
kinda arbitrary but eh. at least one doesnt throw up bones for you to dissect in elementary school
fireworks or sparklers
both fine, just dont get them near me because ive got sort of an irrational fear of getting burned
brunch or happy hour
sweet or sour
ive never gotten the hype behind sour candies like. why are sour patch kids so popular??? theyre just gummy candies with shitty tasting salt on them.
Rome or Amsterdam
oh idk. im quite partial to Paris myself
classic or modern art
the only art medium i frequently and consistently consume is probably music and well.. you don't really see me getting down to classical music unless i need "claude debussy - CLAIRE DE LUNE (5 HOUR LOOP)" to help me focus on studying. i mostly listen to stuff post-1950s, really none of which i would consider "classic art".
sushi or ramen
sun or moon
polka dots or stripes
ill finally come into my own once i obtain a pair of flared striped pants
macaroons or croissants
glitter or matte
ive no preference on the shininess of most surfaces
Degas or Seurat
my art history knowledge is just too limited for this
aquariums or planetariums
fish r cool 🐠 my middle school had a planetarium but im pretty it was long broken before i ever got there
road trip or camping trip
if i ever stop becoming completely exhausted after a mere 45 minutes of driving then yes, id love to do a road trip someday
colouring books or watercolour
fairy lights or candles
well i just straight up dont own fairy lights. and i barely use candles for aesthetic purposes
and here commences the 2nd one:
coffee or tea
i really don’t like either as hot beverages but yeah,, iced tea >> iced coffee
early bird or night owl
although ap season is approaching and that really requires you to be both honestly
chocolate or vanilla
spring or fall
nothing against spring weather wise i just am not at ALL excited for testing rn tbh
silver or gold
pop or alternative
i think both of those genres tend to overlap a lot these days so i really couldn’t say i have a stronger preference for one than the other. they both have their respective great and not-so-great moments
freckles or dimples
i have neither but they’re both v cute on others! :)
snakes or sharks
hmm ive pet both and snakes feel really cool while shark skin can like?? cut you if youre not careful so
mountains or fields
civilization?
thunderstorm or lightning
well yknow one’s loud and scary sounding and the other just makes a little light streak across the sky
egyptian mythology or greek mythology
honestly i just wasnt a mythology kid growing up
ivory or scarlet
flute or lyre
eyes or lips
mostly because i can draw the former a lot better than the latter
witch or fairy
opal or diamond
i just looked up opal on google images and honestly those things look way cooler than diamonds
butterflies or honeybees
nothing against bees! just have a really strong fear of them because when i was a kid i had a bee crawl into my ear and sting me on 2 separate occasions and ive never really gotten over it
macarons or eclairs
typewritten or handwritten
just for convenience’s sake and the fact that i am not my handwriting’s biggest fan
secret garden or secret library
god that would be my 9 year old self’s DREAM,, creeping in there late at night and falling asleep in an oversized office chair with a leather bound copy of the grimm's fairy tales wide open on a big mahogany desk
rooftop or balcony
spicy or mild
opera or ballet
london or paris
vincent van gogh or claude monet
im only familiar with a few of either’s works so i guess its not up to me to say
denim or leather
potions or spells
its like basically the same thing except you get to drink something out of a strange funky little bottle
ocean or desert
would prefer to not be dying due to severe temperature extremes
mermaid or siren
masquerade ball or cocktail party
not that i’d attend either but showing up somewhere in the most decadent ball gown and have no one know who the fuck you are sounds pretty ideal
umm ill tag @curebian @britishsixtiesbeat @johnwettons @dalliscar and @villarosie if any of them feel like doing either one (or both) of the tag games.
#tag thing#god im beat#anyone who's reading this who wants to do any part of this can just ignore me saying stuff in between im just oversharing to myself here
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The Diary of Dr. Elena Rosewood
Horror one off story. I’m putting it under a cut
TW for blood, death, and disease
12/14/37
Sent to quarantine, and am currently kicking myself. I tested positive for the disease and the police didn’t listen to my explanations. Now I am without my lab and test instruments, and the data gathered will be strictly qualitative. Damnit.
Of course, this may be a blessing in disguise, as the effects of the vaccine will be able to be seen firsthand, and I’ll have to worry less about my own credibility. Though as a medical doctor who has spent years studying this disease, credibility was never too much of a worry.
I just hope someone takes care of my cats.
No symptoms so far, though that is expected. The incubation period is usually about a week, but this may be altered by the fact that this is a weaker strain that will be easy for my body to fight off. Maybe I will not have any symptoms at all. One can only hope I suppose.
12/16/37
A man leaned into me while I took my daily exercise yesterday, so close that his nose almost touched mine. Dark red sclera showed he was in the later stages of the disease. “We all have it in here,” he growled. “We are all infected.” His breath smelled awful, a mix of metallic and rot, as if someone had shot a deer in a penny factory.
“Yes,” I said slowly. “That is essentially the point of a quarantine.”
I’ve decided to keep mostly to myself from now on.
This story has very little to do with the scientific side of my work, but it is an anecdote that I think would provide quite the cinematic moment when there is a biopic made about me. I mean, the person who discovered a vaccine against the blood plague (though I always hated the sensational nature of that name) will surely get some sort of film recognition.
When I get out, of course, I’ll remove this section. But I believe it is best to be honest to yourself. The rest of the world can get the cool, collected scientist.
Asymptomatic probably still. I thought my sclera looked a little redder, but that may be more easily attributed to confirmation bias or the quality of the mirrors here. It’s a wonder I can see my reflection at all through the graffiti. Wishing I was home. Accurate testing equipment wherefore art thou? My ex, I’m sure, would correct me. Wherefore apparently means why even though it has a where in it. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why you never should date English majors. And they say scientists have sticks up their ass.
12/20/37
Definite redness now. I guess it was too much of a long shot that I wouldn’t end up with anything happening. I can’t decide which looks better, a miraculous recovery, or to never get sick at all. I think this. Looks like I’ve suffered more.
Though of course, this isn’t about me. It’s about all the people that I will be keeping safe from the disease.
12/25/37
Well. Merry Christmas to me. I’m Rudolph the Red-Eyed Fucking Reindeer. Disease taking hold. I think it’ll get worse before it gets better, damn it. It’ll definitely get better though. I’m confident in my own intelligence, if nothing else. I had hoped to be out of here before Christmas, but I guess that’s too much to ask for.
I’ve started tasting blood. Every meal seems tainted metallic, though that might actually improve the shit they have us eating. It’s all frozen and half rotten, bottom of the barrel kind of stuff. I guess that makes sense, why waste the good food on those of us that are going to die anyway? I mean, I won’t. But for the rest of them, why bother. There is no cure for the blood plague. Even I’ve only managed to come up with a vaccine.
1/3/38
I lost my journal. No, more accurately, it was stolen by the motherfucker from before. More accurately, he stole it, bled on the pages, and then threw it outside the fence. I have no clue why. He’s bad, blood streaming from his eyes and lips. I could barely make out what he was trying to say, every time he tried to speak, blood dribbled out. Not that I cared what he had to say. I’d imagine he only had days left.
My own condition isn’t getting better, though it hasn’t gotten noticeably worse. Small amounts of blood in my mouth, my spit has been slightly tinged pink for the last few days. I calculated the turnaround though. It should be any day now. Any day…
I debated whether or not to write down how I’m writing this, as my journal is no longer here, and decided why not. It’s blood on my wall. I know what you’re thinking, that i’ve likely gone insane, that the blood plague is taking hold. It’s not, I can promise you that. When you look at it, it’s perfect logical.
My top priority is information. I have to record these events so that the process of my vaccine can be documented and studied. As a scientist, I know the most essential thing is data. I need to be able to provide that. I’ve just been forced to use alternative methods.
He would’ve died anyway. There is no cure for the blood plague, and he barely had days left. Something that saves lives is more important than the death of one man, I know it seems macabre but he would’ve died in days. Is it really even a murder when you’re both on death row?
He is.
Was.
I’m not. I’m going to live.
It wasn’t hard, really, to kill him. He wasn’t strong, and it was quite easy to split his head open. The blood just mingled with what was already on the floor and walls, have I mentioned this place has gotten disgusting with all the blood. Dragged him to my room, dipped my finger in, and began writing.
I don’t want this to sound horrific. It’s not. I distanced myself from things, made the matter merely academic. When dissecting something, you don’t contemplate the pathos, you just analyze. That is merely what I’m doing. He would’ve died soon anyway.
1/11/38
The body stinks to high heaven and I can barely get enough blood to write with without a few maggots or flies crawling over my fingers. I need to remain objective but they are truly disgusting.
Blessing in disguise, perhaps, my own eyes have begun dripping. My mouth too, though that’s diluted. I can keep writing. I will document this. I will wait for my body to fight off the vaccine, for immunity to kick in. I will be the one to figure it out I will be known I will be a savior
Just a little longer
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Electric Kiss . iv | Baekhyun
[part i . partii . part iii]
Genre: Angst
Description: "Just tell me this. Do you love him too?"
Featuring: Chanyeol
Warnings: Mentions of prostitution and suggestions of cheating.
Word Count: 4700
Author’s Note: Thanks so much to everyone who’s been waiting for part four and supporting Electric Kiss, you make my hear melt ashajks.
February, Tuesday 13 - 3:45 p.m
As it turned out, letting Byun Baekhyun kiss you and just go wasn’t too easy. There were only so many days you could stand watching his seat empty in a crowded classroom that just wasn’t so crowded with him not in it. It was really but vast empty space filled with eye-pricking white lights and more oxygen than you needed.
And that’s precisely why you found yourself right before a place you would’ve never imagined visiting by yourself had Baekhyun not literally hauled you in by hand. Chanyeol’s university.
It was busier and more adorned than you’d hoped. You didn’t expect college students to so readily pretty-up the facilities for something as kidish as Valentine’s, but apparently they did.
“Y/N?”
You didn’t even have to guess—somehow, his way of saying your name was a better given than his voice.
“Chanyeol,” you attempted your prettiest smile. Maybe he wouldn’t be such an asshole if you looked innocent enough.
“If you’re here for him, you’re not getting anything.”
Alright, let’s cut the bloody crap, then, “Remind me, since when do you own him?”
Chanyeol laughed, amused, “I’m the one who owns him? Is this not the second time you’ve come looking for him—as if he were your dog that needed to stay by your side, to wag his tail at you to make you feel validated? Do you need him to remind you every fucking day of the week about how you two are such bloody good friends? I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s grown tired of it, I know I would.
And you should too—he won’t be with you forever. At least I hope he won’t. It can’t be healthy, I mean, being with just one person all the bloody time. Oh, who am I kidding. I know, alright, he told me. He likes—no, for goodness sake, he adores you. And I know you know. And either you like him back and were pretty fucking stupid to just let him run away all he wants, or you’re this much of a cold hearted bitch that just wants her little friend back to keep her company while he bleeds a little on the inside.”
You were sure your cheeks blended perfectly with all that lovey-dovey paraphernalia—wildly red and hot. Your hands shook by your sides, almost frenzy, in blistering rage. You could’ve stood in your tip toes and trashed at him with fists and nails, you swore you would have—but his phone rang and your little murderous program remained just a piece of your mind.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!” Chanyeol yelled into his phone and breathed heavily, biting his lip and almost bursting it open. For some reason, imagining him all bloody at the moment calmed you down slightly. You huffed.
Chanyeol coughed, “Oh, Sehun, hi.”
You tuned out his conversation for as long as it took him to confirm his little play date (a gig at some bar, from what you caught), and to give you a look that said ‘Yes, I’m on my leave, I won’t be wasting any more time on you’. But you didn’t need time from Chanyeol, nor any amount of information he had—one simple answer was enough.
“Is he staying with you?” Your voice was calm and betrayed the way your eyes almost wavered. You were not going to cry.
Maybe Chanyeol took pity on you, or maybe he saw the way your fingers flinched uneasy near the strap of your bag, uncertainty and fear consuming your senses. You just needed to know he had a place to sleep and someone to talk to—to know he wasn’t completely alone.
Chanyeol finally yielded, “He is.”
You heard yourself exhale part of a breath you’d been holding the past two weeks without Baekhyun. At least one corner of your mouth went up a little in a sincere gesture, “Thank you.”
He nodded, and looked at his watch. You didn’t take more time and bobbed your head in a lame, awkward bow (just remembering Chanyeol was actually older than you and had to be treated with due respect).
You turned to go, walking towards a lifeless scenery that held the colors of “love"—if love even had a color. But Chanyeol speaking made you stop.
“Just tell me this. Do you love him too?”
February, Tuesday 13 - 6:36 p.m
The bus ride to Gangnam was not too long, and at that moment you couldn’t have been more happier for the spare change that hung about your bag amidst old candy wrappers and tiny lints.
You ended up on a stop somewhere near the shores to the Han, where it was green and grassy and familiar. You stood looking at the piece of space and time where he kissed you. And you touched your lips where you could still feel the bruises. Because that’s all Baekhyun’s kisses were, somehow; bruises in hot reds and pretty violets that stung a bit and lingered, yes, but that were dearly missed whenever time decided to make them fade to scarcely traces.
A chuckle escaped your mouth when you noticed what lay at the very end of the green-y path. The e-cigarette was wet and just a tad bit muddy from the past rainy days, but it wasn’t so hard to clean with the palm of your hand. You laughed again at the idea on your head of someone seeing you, back the other day, kissing Baekhyun in a fury of smoke and looking like a ‘high teenager on the verge of having sex’.
You tried to smile, throwing the empty vessel in your bag and hoping that in some future you would just look back at that moment and realize that, truly, you were just teenagers playing a game of uninvited kisses and licks and bites and that all that just remained a part of a very confusing phase of growing up. The moon greeted you some minutes later, and your astonishment over the fast-coming darkness couldn’t even make you wonder just for how long you’d been walking. Or how far had you gone, for that matter.
It was an uncanny part of the district–rough with its bare concrete walls, which had been chipped away by dampness, and foreboding with its telltale tattoos of crime and negligence, stark symbols of a war between rivaling gangs. You shuddered at the nasty graffiti (hey, some spraint-painting could be pretty, but usually not when it included a special dedication to someone who ought to “watch out” unless they want their kids dead by their doorstep).
So you made a quick turn around a brisk corner, to where car lights flashed and laughter bubbled in the nocturne air.
It took you no more than a minute to realize it was an actual corner. Girls from all shapes, colors, and sizes scurried in and out of cars, some carrying this childish grin on their faces that spotted their cheekbones pink, and others displaying sultry velvet lips in a tight smirk. They couldn’t have been so much older than you.
“Night, kid!”
Your head snapped at the sound of a common voice, and your eyes popped when you noticed the pretty woman you’d met when you visited Baekhyun’s home. She was waving at you and you couldn’t help falling into step in her direction.
“Good night, Ma’am,” you bobbed your head, somewhat hoping you hadn’t made a mistake with calling her “ma’am”.
“Gosh, I’m only 24, don’t make me feel older, flower,” her use of a nickname didn’t make you uncomfortable per se, but it was probably the setting that made it all feel much more bizarre. And the number, goodness. 24. Just a year older than Jin-Ah. Your stomach curled at the thought. Soon, a bunch of other girls gave you looks and approached you, asking the woman who the ‘student’ was and how you knew London–undoubtedly a ‘stage name’ rather than a real name–and if you were friends.
It made you offer a smile, how closely-knitted the little bunch were, even in such unfortunate circumstances. And it made you, with a tiny wince, create a new mental note to not regard them as Mrs. Byun had–as whores–but to maybe call them a name pretty as they were, like fille de joie or ladies of the night; it sounded less insulting, you hoped.
After offering some answers, London continued, “Not here for the job, I hope.”
They all gave you a look. It wasn’t the kind of look that would normally a follow a phrase like that–not the kind of look that said ‘this is my territory, you, back off’, no. It was a glance with a blend of regret and if’s that stung to the touch.
You forced yourself to smile, “No, just, um, cruising.”
One of the oldest looking ladies–who couldn’t be more than 26–Clarisse, gave you a gentle, long pat on the head, “Good, though don’t stay out too late, kiddo. Go get some studying done!”
Your cheeks flushed at the thought of having neglected a day of studying. Granted, you did have a very important test tomorrow (it seemed like teachers weren’t too fond of Valentine’s Day either–well, that or they didn’t give a single damn). But at the moment, something else was entirely more important.
“I will, but, London,” her ears almost perked up at her name, and her brows rose. “Do you by any chance know who Byun Baekhyun is?”
“The bastard’s son, why?” Her response had you opening and closing your mouth–you hadn’t expected such straightforward answer. Before you could say anything though, there was the metal clank of a door. Your eyes met briefly with his before you looked away. He was just like in the pictures. London and the others ushered you to go, like he were something dangerous. You were flustered but didn’t protest as you waved at them goodbye and made your way down street.
You didn’t expect Baekhyun’s father to follow you and call you ‘Student!’ with a smile some blocks bellow.
February, Tuesday 13 - 8:53 p.m
But what you expected less, was for him to invite you black bean noodles and soju in a small cart neatly parked near the next streetlight. Never mind that, after the little show the girls had pulled while virtually begging you to go, far more bizarre was the fact that tears streaked his drunk-ish eyes as he boasted tiny crumpled baby pictures of Baekhyun–which were awfully adorable, by the way–he had hastily fished out of his wallet barely five minutes ago.
“He used to stuff his wee nostrils with crayons, my baby boy,” you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from laughing when he wiped more tears with the silken edges of his tie. Frankly, how could anyone see this man as something dangerous. Then again, he did owe London some money, a debt that could’ve only come from some exchanged services that made your belly flinch.
“But, oh, enough, enough! I’ve been talking so much, I believe you haven’t said a word. Have I had more than enough to drink?” He gave a big chuckle that broke into a fit of coughs which could only be appeased with the chug of a drink. “Tell me, how is school? You kids are growing up so fast we barely have enough time to ask questions and catch up. Any examinations coming soon?”
His concern made you warm up a bit to him, but it couldn’t help the feeling produced by how much you missed your dad. So, with a smile, you began telling him all about school.
“You are a smart kid, huh? Glad our Baekhyun found someone to fix up his brains. Can’t complain though, like father, like son.” He laughed loudly before coughing again, quickly shaking his head after you offered your scarf. “You are kind, kid–from pictures I could only get you were pretty, but I’m happy my boy has someone like you by his side.” His happy eyes turned sullen so suddenly that it almost made you jump in surprise.
He took another long drink, “I know I’m not the best person–I’m sure you’ve noticed that by now–and neither is Baekhyun’s mother. We try so hard to be the best parents we can be, at least, but we can only do so much. There are times when Baekhyun’s gone for a day or two, completely out of the radar. I’m sure he knows better, I do, but I’m terribly afraid he could pick up some of my…habits.”
Like father, like son. He gave you a sad look but continued to smile. “That’s why it gives me some relief to know that maybe those days and nights he’s gone missing, he’s spent them with you, safe and in good company.”
You weren’t going to add to the fact that while maybe those days were spent at your house, you weren’t entirely sure they’d been spent the same at night.
Anyway, you couldn’t have talked because Mr. Byun was back to his drunken self, calling out random names as if seeing mirages, “Baekhyun, my boy, care to join us?”
You tried your most ‘yes, you’re definitely not crazy’ smile, but it quickly vanished when he waved, and when you felt a cold race down your back.
“Y/N?”
It was like that little sip of alcohol you’d had had been raised to the power of infinite plus–that is to say, you felt hot and lightheaded to a breaking extreme. In a blur and intoxicated flood of events, Baekhyun’s shoulder brushed yours with him now siting so very close to you, fuck. Cursed is the damn mini street cart–(but, honestly, had it been this easy to find Byun Baekhyun in the rich district of Gangnam, you would’ve join Baekhyun’s father for a drink any bloody day).
“More Soju?” Baekhyun’s father appeared to have the ability to glue a smile onto his face and leave it plastered all day in a most perfect state. Sad it didn’t help the past ten minutes of, it had to be, the most uncomfortable silence in your life.
“She doesn’t drink,” Baekhyun played with his noodles, not quite looking at you–nor his father, for that matter.
You tried, “You can’t always be right, Baek. Fill me one, Mr. Byun!”
His food made wet noises with their turn and turn. “Sorry, I meant to say, she’s not good with drinks.”
You puffed, taking the full glass. Air blew out from your cheeks because he was right, and you could only but stare at the liquid. It would’ve been pretty stupid to drink–you had to get home some way or another. But thinking about ways to get home made you realize how finding a few forgotten pennies had only been luck, and that now you had not even more than half the required to take the bus. So, there wasn’t much to lose–you placed your lips to the rim of the cup–
Before Baekhyun stole it right from your mouth and had it all down in one go. Your mouth wide open and you all astonished and finally, finally he looked at you. His cheekbones were colored in faint sprinkles of reds and pinks but his eyes were clear and sharp and looking at you. You felt like you’d won a staring contest but with the twist that the winner was the one who made the other look at them first–and you experienced a childish, rather excessive, joy.
Baekhyun seemed to not have shared the feeling, “She shouldn’t drink. You shouldn’t. It’s late, go home.”
And there he was, your Byun Baekhyun thinking he knew what’s best for you, like he hadn’t just run away for something as trivial as–you couldn’t acknowledge yet his…his…feeli- okay, maybe you couldn’t even think about the word without undergoing some major sensation of just pure vertigo. But, still. Unbelievable.
Ready to put up a fight, you felt yourself stop midair, suddenly, teeth bared–along with Baekhyun reading himself to stand straight up, so as to fight you, with a look that could’ve summoned thunder– as Mr. Byun’s voice cut through the both of you.
“Ah, it’s late indeed, more of a reason for her to stay with us for the night.”
February, Tuesday 13 - 9:21 p.m
If you’d thought siting in the same mini street-cart with Baekhyun and his father as he told you stories of how his ‘wee boy’ used to believe his father’s nipples gave as much milk as his mother’s while Baekhyun’s thigh brushed against yours in an attempt to not cringe too hard as he completely disregarded your presence had been the ten most uncomfortable minutes of your life–damn, how wrong you’d been.
You stared at the food in your plate–not quite knowing what it was–and wondered just how were you so fucking apt to get in this kind of situations. You raised your eyes to find your answer quickly averting his eyes from yours. Right, you were friends with Byun Baekhyun.
“Oh, darling, I wasn’t so sure we would have guests today–I could have called in the cook,” Mrs, Byun giggled apologetically, for what had to be the seventh time, and patted her lips with a pristine piece of cloth.
“Please, don’t you worry, Mrs. Byun,” you attempted an smile, stuffing your mouth with a spoon. It didn’t taste bad, it just didn’t have any shape at all, whatsoever.
“I can’t help but worry, dear. I told myself, next time our reunion would be my absolute treat. After all, that–woman–dampened our first meeting,” Mr. Byun coughed at that. Baekhyun’s mother seemed pleased, and he couldn’t look any more mortified. “And now this’s been ruined too. Thanks for the favor, Mr. Byun.”
Mr. Byun’s sigh was heavy and sounded tired, as if he’d heard the same thing for at least a thousand times. Granted, the way she’d said it, all juvenile and contemptuous, did made her sound like some sort of spoiled brat. It reminded you so much of Baekhyun, somehow, and it gave you chills.
“Kids, I believe it’s time for bed. Y/N, call your mother before anything, she must be worried,” he made no attempt to fight Baekhyun’s mother as he signaled you off.
You bowed, somewhat thankful, excusing yourself; you didn’t argue the way you would at home, saying that you weren’t a kid and that you should be left alone to sleep at whichever time you wanted. Your body virtually weighted you down with weariness. Your feet dragged against the ground. Only Mrs. Byun’s calling made you stop momentarily in your tracks.
“Baekhyun, lent her your room for the night, and bring her something to sleep on!”
The nerves in your skin appeared to have agreed to simultaneously create prickly sensations that tickled you. You were a tad itchy when you entered Baekhyun’s room.
Baekhyun’s room, the one in his house–and you would be sleeping in it. It felt too intimate, absurdly enough. And you were definitely, truly, not a single bit prepared for what came next.
“Here,” Baekhyun pressed one of his shirts–his shirt!–and his bottoms–his bottom!–against both your outstretched hands.
“Ah. Uh. Ack,” you wiggled your tongue and looked away, embarrassed of your stuttering. He chuckled, so him. “I–I thought Mrs. Byun–”
“Unless you find red lacy lingerie comfortable, then be my guest,” Baekhyun laughed, before fixing you with a look that cut his words, parted his lips, and made him savagely turn his head. “I, uh, there’s the closet so you can, get, changed, yes.” He confirmed his words with a nod and found nothing better but to entirely leave the room.
You sighed, entering the mini-not-so-mini walk-in wardrobe that smelled God, so unforgivingly manly–and got dressed inhumanly fast. The faster you were done, the faster you could say goodbye to Baekhyun’s cologne-coated little space. Leaving the room, you found that the smell followed you. No, you were wearing it. You massaged the sides of your head so as to keep yourself from reaching down to bring the collar of his shirt closer to your nose. Were you actually drunk? Baekhyun saved you from further questioning when he knocked and entered the room.
“I brought some more blankets,” he dumped them on his bed and you didn’t even try to conceal your smile. It made you disgustingly happy that he remembered some weird antics of you–like you didn’t ever sleep with socks on and that you got sickly cold at night. “Hey, it fits,” you followed his eyes to his shirt, which hung wide and loose around your shape. You felt oddly conscious…and naked.
“Well, yeah, it’d be a concern if it didn’t,” you attempted a chuckle, which came more like a dry cough. God, will things ever be normal around him again?
“Sure–I…gotta go. I’m next door, if you need–”
“Baekhyun,” you didn’t want him to go, for some reason. You’d let go of him too much already. But you couldn’t exactly ask him to stay either–not when you knew how he felt. “Are you sure about my staying here? I mean, I can always go to the guestroom or…”
Baekhyun managed a tiny smile, “It’s alright. You’re the guest tonight so you deserve the best treatment.” He chuckled, sounding more like him, making your heart give a little, giddy jump. “God, how do you do it? Make everything so yours.”–you tilted your head, not quite understanding, which prompted some more laughter from him; and as much you loved it, heavens, he needed to stop doing that.–”And you’re not hearing anything from me so far just because I’m fucking impressed, alright, I won’t let this one go. Seriously, managing your way to my house, now to my bed.”
He shook his head and gave you a little wink that let you know he enjoyed seeing you flustered. He patted your head one last, long time before turning to leave, not after saying. “Good night. Sleep fast, alright?”
It was the way he’d said that–that made you feel like you should listen. What was so urgent about you falling fast asleep? You got a sense of an answer when the screams followed.
February, Tuesday 14 - 2:35 a.m
You stared up towards the ceiling to your arms outstretched, carrying a little stuffed toy that looked a lot like Mongryong. The shouting could’ve only just ended, but you weren’t entirely sure about it either. Baekhyun’s parents were loud–and very hurtful towards one another. You tried tuning them out around ten minutes into their fight, when you’d realized their words could only become meaner.
You sighed, clutching the toy to your face. It smelled like him, entirely. You let your hand drop to the side, tiny fake Mongryong with it. Maybe the screaming hadn’t been the only thing keeping you awake.
Granted, you were staying at Baekhyun’s bedroom. On his bed. In his clothes. Bloody hell.
There was something a bit distant about the room, perhaps owing to its disuse, but still. Knowing–no, at least just getting to acknowledge Baekhyun’s crush (you couldn’t bring yourself to describe it any other way) on you, you could feel each nook and corner of the room like an alive presence in space. You could feel Baekhyun’s personal scent veritably reach you through every viable way–pillow, bed sheets, clothes, and even little Mongryong.
Maybe you needed some water.
The hallway was empty, to your luck, but the air was chilly all around. Almost as if no one lived in the house at all. That is, until you heard faint whimpering coming from a guest room–the room Baekhyun was spending the night at.
You knew it was wrong. You shouldn’t just go and knock on his door at two in the morning because you wanted to make sure he was alright–it was exceedingly selfish. Or, at least, in your position, it was.
You proceeded to knock, because, hell, if taking care of your best friend who, yes, may have a crush on you but may also need your help was selfish–and stupid–you were happy to admit you were the most selfish fucking moron.
When he didn’t answer, you sucked in a breath. And opened the door.
The room was dark, mostly, except for a very simple and warm table lamp that remained dimly lit. You crossed the room to turn it off, when Baekhyun made a very distressed noise.
You turned around to see him frowning, with thick licks of sweat coating his forehead, his mouth opened in silent whimpers, or maybe even complains, and his hand twitched limp off the mattress. He was dreaming. Well, more like having a nightmare. And he was crying.
You could’ve reached a hand to your chest and let yourself wince at how much it hurt, but there was no time for that. You kneeled next to his bed, taking cautiously his hand, and calling softly his name. Of course he wouldn’t awake; this was the boy who’d managed to fall sleep on your lap for three hours straight even after you’d pushed him off your legs when they’d started going numb.
“Mom,” he mumbled deep asleep.
You made soft hushing noises, rubbing his hand with you until it calmed its shivering. It was horribly cold.
Maybe now you could stop wondering about why he’d left his parent’s house at such a young age.
Baekhyun seemed to have left whichever dreadful dreamscape he’d been stuck in. How long had he been there? Was it caused by his parents? Were you at fault for inadvertently forcing him to stay back at his parents’ place–for make him have to stay with you, even when he’d asked you to leave? Had you just hurt Byun Baekhyun once again?
Stop. Nothing useful came from blaming yourself, you’d have time for that later.
You focused on his hand, massaging it whenever it retook its little jerking motion. His fingers were long and almost delicate, very beautiful. You weren’t sure what made you put your lips above his knuckles in a kiss, but you didn’t question it.
All the while, your other hand reached for his forehead, the space between his eyebrows. You touched it softly, trying to ease that frown and smiling when it worked. Your fingers trailed the side oh his head and cheekbones, where you cupped a tiny bunch of rebellious tears, the ones that hadn’t traveled to his neck and collarbones.
His neck. You almost mapped it with your fingertips, catching yourself by the corners of his mouth. Just what the fuck was going on?
You gave the untouched skin of his neck a long, last look. It was lighter there than any other part of his body–or the parts you could see, anyway. You blushed. Baekhyun wasn’t the chubby-cheeked wild pup you’d first met. Walking the new girl from class to class. Asking her all about her hometown. Making her think he was this nice guy when he really wasn’t, but redeeming himself when he showed her that he really was. It was different now. He was different now. He liked you now.
Just tell me this. Do you love him too?
Chanyeol’s words made your head hurt now almost as much as they did that afternoon the day before. You leaned your head on your knees and kept Baekhyun’s hand in yours.
Of course you’d never asked yourself that. You knew. You loved Baekhyun. You did.
You just weren’t sure you were in love with him.
There was a fine difference between the two; fine, but there nonetheless. It was like being cold and having a cold. When you were cold, a blanket might do the trick. But having a cold–you would need medicine for that.
So, loving Baekhyun was just your reality–having him unconditionally but with some limitations. And being in love with Baekhyun…that would be something entirely different on its own. Its own reality. It would be having him whole, heartedly and corporeally. And needing it.
You didn’t want to think about it as much as you didn’t have the courage to know. You couldn’t dwell on it, anyway. You were fast asleep with Baekhyun’s fingers tied to yours.
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A Story with Uncertain Results
Hey everybody, I’m new to this subreddit for a similar reason most new people around here are, which is that I was recently diagnosed with ADHD (age 18……. Better late than never I guess). I noticed a distinct lack of full stories on this subreddit, and I thought it would be interesting to talk about mine to compare.
I consider myself pretty smart. At least, that’s what I’ve always been told. I suppose I could be placed in that class of student who frustrates the “good students” by doing as well as them without studying or even paying attention. I never needed to. Elementary school is strange in that it is exceptionally boring from a schoolwork perspective for those even slightly above average in intelligence. I was the “smart kid” in elementary school, and American school systems do a pretty shitty job of identifying problems in students who aren’t failing. For you see, sustained attention problems do not present themselves when assignments take less than 10 minutes. Task switching is not a problem when you finish tasks so early you get a full 30 minutes between them. Emotional regulation problems aren’t considered when you are a boy (boys will be boys… ok boomer). Now, something that’s actually kind of funny about this is that I absolutely should have gotten lower grades than I did. There was a test I took in 3rd grade where I answered the correct letter for the previous question for the middle half of the test and skipped a question, and my teachers only counted the one I skipped incorrectly. According to them, I just went too fast and that was the only problem.
Fast forward to middle school, which I think is the point that a lot of undiagnosed kids crash for the first time. I bombed the second quarter of middle school with possibly more unsubmitted assignments than submitted ones. It took a ton of work to get back on track, but this wasn’t much of an issue either because, even though I had 30 assignments I needed to complete, none of them took more than 10 minutes and I had 3 weeks to do it. Now, had I been unassisted, they simply wouldn’t have happened, but my history teacher used her own class time to force me to complete my missing assignments for other classes and told my parents that it was just a “boy in middle school” thing. Apparently nobody bothered to note that this was not something that happened for literally any other middle school boy. I did fairly well in the rest of middle school, and now we reach the point in my life where all those emotional skills ADHD doesn’t come with kick in. I never had good friends. I’m sure you could’ve picked this up by now, but as a younger child I was extremely arrogant. In 8th grade though, I actually met some people with whom I spoke. Often. The most important person in this group to include in my story is my future girlfriend, and future future ex-girlfriend.
I was vaguely aware of her crush on me for a long time in 8th grade, but I am not a naturally emotionally available individual, and expressing feelings and physical touch made me extremely uncomfortable for a number of ADHD and non-ADHD related reasons. However, this girl was attached to me, and my lack of emotional tact steadily wore down on her emotional state. When I finally decided that I would actually date her in 9th grade, she had depression for reason both under and not under my control (her relationship with her parents was…. strange to say the least). Over time, it became difficult to talk to her and we both decided it would be better if we parted ways, but that started the long chain of persisting mental health problems that I struggle with today.
Low self esteem was a new experience for me, and anxiety wasn’t something I was used to either. They both hit pretty hard. Hard enough that I quickly also became depressed. My grades suffered, and so my mental state suffered, and so my grades suffered further. At the time, I attributed the grades dropping exclusively to my mental state. I barely ended that year without a C, ending with an A and 6 Bs. One B was a for a class in which I had 11 zero quiz grades throughout the year and a 44 test grade. In this class, we were expected to make 30-70 detailed notecards each unit for the subject we were on. Each one could take 5-10 minutes. And they were incredibly boring to write. Sounds like a great assignment for someone with ADHD. Ironically, I remember trying to force myself to write the notecard about ADHD (it was a psychology class, actually).
I struggled with depression off and on over the next two years and anxiety was a problem that just kept getting worse. Junior year went pretty well, and then Covid hit. I lost the ability to do anything. My anxiety prevented me from asking my teachers for help with anything, and I absolutely needed the help. The primary contributor to my anxiety was an inferiority complex developed through my math classes. I just could not do as well as my peers. I would carry our table through problems during units, but when we got to the test, I would do a good 10 points worse than anyone I thought I should be equal to or better than. I also worked to the time limit on every last one, frequently not finishing them.
My grades were shaky at best for every year of high school other than the first, and this wasn’t something anyone, including my parents had seen from me before. I was constantly bombarded by my parents’ assumption that I had just ceased to care and just didn’t want to do any work. It was destroying me. At one point near the end of sophomore year, I genuinely considered offing myself for about 5 minutes at midnight sitting on the couch of my pitch black living room. I didn’t, but it was closer than I’d like to admit.
Back to senior year, and my depression had mostly subsided. I’m dating again, a rather tomboyish girl who I love dearly (she’d cringe at that sentence). My anxiety ever worsened. I procrastinated asking for college recommendation letters long enough that I had to wait to apply regular decision because my teachers would only write recs if given that extra time, and I don’t even know why I couldn’t get myself to ask. Logically it would be a fear of rejection, but I have no idea why that would be as I’ve never really been rejected in a meaningful situation.
My grades have been ok in online school, but the more important part of this final year of the story is finally talking to my pediatrician about my anxiety…. at 18 years old. Some of the problems I mentioned were apparently inconsistent with anxiety, so I was also referred for a psych eval for neurodevelopmental disorders, but I immediately started therapy for anxiety and depression, which had been alright.
I was evaluated in mid-December, and on the 17th of January I had my telehealth appointment for the evaluation. Fuck. When asked by my therapist what I thought might be wrong with me, I responded “social anxiety and mild ADHD.” Boy was I understating. Apparently feeling as though you are far behind your true potential for several years and being constantly bombarded with others telling you you aren’t good enough does a thing to a person. About that off and on depression I mentioned earlier? BAM cyclothymia. Generalized anxiety disorder wasn’t a surprised, but what did surprised me was my diagnosis of not mild, not even just moderate, but moderate to severe predominantly inattentive ADHD. I’ve actually got the scores from the WAIS-IV I took to compare sections that are heavily impacted by ADHD and those that are not. The section least impacted by ADHD is Verbal Comprehension, on which I scored a 127. My other scores are the real kickers though (I sound old here don’t I…. fuck…. I blame having old parents): Perceptual reasoning: 96, Processing Speed: 89, Working Memory: 80.
Anyways, that was something of a shock. Today was my second day on the minimum dose size for Concerta, and….. I feel exactly the same. I might be a little more awake than usual? I’m also noticeably more tired around 6 pm, but that might just be that I have to wake up earlier now.
So anyways, that’s where I am right now. I’m sure this is difficult to read and I apologize for dumping my life onto this post, but I thought it would be interesting to hear some other peoples’ more detailed experiences, thanks for reading if you got this far.
TL;DR Honestly I don’t think I can really TL;DR this but basically, slightly worse version of stereotypical 18 y/o diagnosis of inattentive type
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i never check my mentions apparently @alpacalmond and @uiyutrentasei tagged me in a GTKM thing so im gonna do it oh uhhhh 2 weeks later LOL because i cant sleep and i hate myself
i tag @hal-strider if they didnt do it? and @noctiilucent, @kiyumiarashi, @whimsicmimic and @ataliaf uwu and anyone else who wants to do it!!
how tall are you: this is a cryptid question. i get a different result every time i try to measure myself and ive never asked anyone else to do it for me. some people tell me im very short, others have told me im average height for someone who is afab. im gonna hazard a guess at 5′5 tho.
what colour are your eyes: very dark brown
do you wear contacts and/or glasses: glasses. i literally CANNOT see without them. i mean like 2 inches from my glasses-less face is so blurry its unbelievable. i get super triggered by eye stuff tho so contacts are a no go ALSO i look weird w/o glasses anyway.
do you wear braces: no my teeth r p good actually. one is a bit wonky but thats life
what is your fashion style: i mean 90% panties and a sweaty 4 day tshirt because i just spend all day in my room like a goblin. BUT when i actually go out im ur basic ass post-emo trans dude with skinny jeans, converse and a too-big graphic tee. sometimes i spice it up with a plaid shirt because im fuckin GAY.
when were you born: october 12th 1999, babey
how old are you: 18 motherfucker flashes my titties and gulps a bottle of vodka im an ADULT
do you have any siblings: yes. a younger brother and hes a cunt
what school/college do you go to: im at sixth form rn (last yr of highschool technically if ur american but im not and hs finishes at 16 yrs old here deal with it). im going uni next yr tho and this years almost over for me academically since we go on study leave soon for our final exams. uwu overshares
what kind of student are you: the asshole who never studies for tests and does homework at 5am the morning before and still manages to pull straight As to everyones anger. im also the adhd class clown who makes random noises and cant concentrate half the time. ik i hate myself too im so annoying irl even more so than online.
what are your favorite subjects: in terms of actual content of the subject, english lit fs. in terms of classmates/teachers/general atmosphere DEFFO drama we spend half of our time eating cake, singing random shit and just losing our minds while filming it on snapchat which shouldnt at all be allowed.
what are your favorite movies: god idek. um. fuck. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i cant think of a single movie. ok ok ok i got it: white chicks, premium rush, scott pilgrim vs the world, the cornetto triology too i just love edgar hes such a great director. i like a lot of the marvel movies esp the spiderman hc and thor ragnorok and both gotg were p good. i love a lot of movies my brains just a void that sucks memories up into its fat gob and steals them from me forever.
what are your pastimes: sleeping, crying, used to be rping but i gave up on that, playing overwatch way too much and getting tilted because im shit, reading fanfictions did i say sleeping
do you have many regrets: dude. my guy. come in close. let me whisper in ur ear. are you close? no, closer. ok.
YES
what is your dream job: whoo boy. im do indecisive and i think a LOT of jobs seem super cool that id never do i.e. be an actor or be in a band. my dream job since i was like 8 was to be a writer which is unlikely since i cant even finish a pwp oneshot. but thatd be cool. id also like to write plays and direct them but thats also wild and v dream > reality.
would you like to get married: honestly. marriage as an institution? angers me. i dont like a lot of things about it. BUT. part of the reason i hate it is honestly if ur in a long long term relationship with someone ur better off married than not in terms of the benefits so. id happily get married if the other person wanted and/or we felt like it was the right thing to do, i just dont really care about being married or having a wedding tbh.
do you want kids? how many if so: no. hard pass. i might adopt if im long-term with someone who SUPER wants kids but that likely wont happen because i dont want to get into a long-term relationship with someone so desperate for kids since i dont have that same enthusiasm. sorry. ill be ur uncle gabe but im not having my own children im just not well equipped to literally have a full time job of making sure little idiots (meant affectionately) who dont know fuck from shit dont just straight up die. i can barely do that for myself.
how many countries have you visited: shit dude actually ive only visited like... uh... 4??? a lot of my holidays tend to be to the same countries (portugal/america) so i dont have that much experience like i feel like i do.
what was your scariest dream: hmmmm. when i was a kid i had these recurring dreams where i worked at this like. “zoo” where these MASSIVE, i mean ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE string rays that were also pancakes were like. hooked up to make electricity? anyway i hated the job because we all abused the rays super bad to make them generate the power and it sucked and it was all dystopian. there was stuff where like we had to kill the baby rays and stuff. anyway one day it went all planet of the apes and they broke out somehow and could fly and they killed loads of people and i had to go into hiding because they were super clever and could id who had worked at the zoo plant and wanted revenge. its super weird ik but this is pretty tame for my dreams they go HARD and BIZARRE and this one always made me wake up feeling super sick and scared idk. ur welcome.
do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other: no im lonely but its ok because i need to work on me
put your playlist on shuffle and without skipping the first 15 songs: ok so i dont really have a “playlist” per se so im just gonna use my top 100 2017 songs on spotify which ignores a lot of my non-spotify non-2017 bangers but whatever.
1) ‘My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark’ by FOB
2) ‘Tuxford Fall’ - Vasudeva
3) ‘Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued’ - FOB
4) ‘Fried Noodles: Getter Remix’ - Pink Guy, Getter (listen ive never watched any filthy frank he weirds me out but this is a banger)
5) ‘Brick By Boring Brick’ - Paramore
6) ‘Thnks Fr Th Mmrs’ - FOB (i really dont listen to this much fob this is crazy)
7) ‘Death Note L’s Theme Goes Metal’ - Charlie Parra del Riego (theres no defence for this)
8) ‘Turnstile’ - Vasudeva
9) ‘Idle Worship’ - Paramore
10) ‘Monster’ - Paramore
11) ‘Miss Missing You’ - FOB
12) ‘The City’ - Madeon
13) ‘Far Too Young To Die’ - P!ATD
14) ‘Don’t Stop’ - Nothing More (really this is the band i listen to much smh these results are so skewed)
15) ‘Smile Like You Mean It’ - The Killers
#the void it speaks#lad tag#about me#i guess?#fhjdskshdsjg#this is stupid i h8 myself but also i love oversharing bye
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The NHK Trophy Queue
Anonymous said:
Omg, just watched NHK men’s. This discipline is out of control this season. I have never seen predictions go so wrong, but the France is coming and looks like a mess already. So, your thoughts on what we shall see?
I don’t have any prediction for the rest of the GP Series for the men right now. To be honest I’m kind of tuning out from that side of the field. The ladies’ is proving to be a much fiercer competition this season. Higher quality, too… If only the judging could be upheld to the same standard that the girls are skating with, but I guess that’s too much to ask.
Anonymous said:
people are saying evgenia shouldn’t have won nhk because of her falls and i don’t know enough about skating yet so just wanted to ask what your thoughts are?
I made the same point back in CoR and I will repeat it one last time: you can’t say a skater doesn’t deserve to win just because they fell. If you want to disapprove anyone’s win you have to back it up with a comprehensive analysis of BV, GOE, and PCS, and benchmark it against the performance of the rest of the competitors.
My very short opinion, since it’s the same old, same old: is Janny over-scored? Yes. Did she deserve to win NHK? Yes.
Anonymous said:
I just heard the news and the first thing I did was run here. Thank you for lending us your lawn *wails*
*wail together with you*
Anonymous said:
I woke up at 3:25 am today to be able to see Yuzuru… now I’m wallowing in the corner crying salty, salty tears… *sniff*
Come cry together with us on my lawn, dear.
@serikio said:
I also sold one of my kidneys for Milan so I hope to see Yuzu there or God help me I’m going with you to Toronto and we’ll find him. Anyway I’m very sad I can’t see him in the final,could have been his fifth victory. But well it’s okay this way I don’t want another CoC 2014. Get better soon Yuzu! *joins the group hug*
After I’m out of this stupor of shock I’m setting up a standby action group for the ambushing and shaving of Yuzuru Hanyu’s head should the unthinkable happen.
*pull you in for the group hug*
Anonymous said:
i can’t believe i literally cried over this when i only started liking fs this season. the thought of yuzu crying is what breaks me the most. i only want him crying if it’s with happy tears like when he won worlds. and GPF is also near his bday!! huhu rip his gpf streak :(( i also feel sad for whoever will win, for sure there will be people who will downplay their achievement cause chan hanyu and javi are not there. TT I DID NOT EXPECT MY FIRST SEASON TO BE LIKE THIS HUHU WHYYY
FS is a difficult sport to follow and loving Yuzuru Hanyu does not make it any easier by any stretch of the imagination. I’m sorry this has to happen to you in your first season, dear. But as someone who’s been lurking in this space for a bit longer, I can tell you, it’s worth it. Keep believing in Yuzu, he won’t let you down!
Anonymous said:
this is my first season and now i’m just 😢 sending everyone (and yuzu 😭) hugs and positive thoughts!
Thank you! Yuzuru will be fine, he has gone through all of this before, he knows how to deal with it. So we will be fine, too, eventually.
@whishawbendragon said:
I’m trying to figure out exactly what went wrong with that 4Lz. Did he not have enough speed going into it, did he not get enough height, did he go too far off axis when he was in the air? I can’t stop thinking about it, I hope that he’s resting and recovering and is back on the ice soon, my heart has been aching for since yesterday morning. 😭
I’m too much of a chicken to go and have another look at that 4Lz so I can’t tell with 100% certainty, but from what I saw of his 4Lz at CoR, I think the key issue might be the size of that jump. His 4Lz is massive, like batshit crazy massive, probably the biggest figure skating jump I ever see. That plus his insane rotational speed mean that it’s a very tough jump to control. If he doesn’t have his full focus and pay utmost attention to his body balance and in-air axis and his knee bend on the landing, awful things can happen, like they did. Also, that day during the practice he was obviously not in his best shape. I mean, just the day before that he was in bed with a fever. Doing that 4Lz in that condition was too risky of a move…
I, just, why, Yuzu, why?
I also hope he’s resting now and allows his body the time it needs to recover.
Anonymous said:
do you think yuzu’s gonna drop the 4lz? do you think he should?
Yes I think he should drop the 4Lz, mainly because that jump is very taxing on his right foot. Moreover, as I’ve been saying from the very beginning of this season, he doesn’t need a 4Lz in his layout. He can do a 5-quad layout with just the quad toe, Salchow, and loop. Not to mention, he doesn’t even need a 5-quad FS to win events and break records.
Do I think he will drop the 4Lz? I honestly don’t know if he will choose to follow reason or pride, he’s Yuzuru Hanyu, after all. I can only hope that whatever his decision, he is mindful of all the pros and cons that comes with it, and pick a path that will not lead him to regret.
Anonymous said:
ive been looking forward to nhk all week bc. yuzu!! satton!!! caro!! but then. yuzu. satton. shit.
You are not alone, my friend. I’m very sad for Satton, too…
Anonymous said:
i had the most shitty day ever. i found out last night that yuzu was injured and spent the whole night and whole morning fretting. i woke up for school this morning and barely had time to see the last girls skate before school started and got sad about satton:( then just before lessons i raced online to look up yuzu’s status. and. you know:/ and wanted to cry. then got back 3 tests that were less than ideal. and. just. i have such a shitty day im. ugh. zhenya was the best thing tbh:((
Talking to you guys who are still in school makes me happy I’m done with all that homework and testing. I was spacing out at work too throughout the whole ordeal and I snapped at everyone who dared approaching me. I think I permanently scared a new girl away from me. Oh well… I’ll buy her a coffee next week or something.
Anonymous said:
Janny had tape on her legs and appeared to be limping a bit after her SP…I can’t have another one withdraw! I can’t! 😭
Janny is also dealing with some damage to her lateral ligaments. It is almost the exact same injury Yuzu has. I, just, what’s going on? Why is life being shitty to my babies?
On that note, I can proudly declare myself 100% a fan of the Evgenia Medvedeva now. The way she powered herself through that grilling FS was utterly incredible.
*cries*
Anonymous said:
I just had a thought… Yuzuru withdrew from the competition proper, but we know that he WAS able to do a jump-less skate after he fell. What are the chances of him skating in the exhibition gala? We don’t actually know the specific severity of the injury, do we? Lateral ligament sprains can range from mild tearing to complete rupturing (which, from evidence, I don’t THINK is the case). Maaan, I’m trying to study for an exam but I can’t stop thinking about Yuzu. This GP season is so fucked. :’(
No, usually a skater wouldn’t join the gala if they withdraw from the competition. And Yuzuru really needs all the rest he can have now to recover.
We won’t see any performance from him again until maybe Japan Nationals in December, and keep in mind that it’s still a maybe at this stage. Let’s give him the time and space he needs and let’s keep hoping for a speedy and full recovery.
Anonymous said:
Will Yuzuru not get a replacement assignment????
No, them’s the rules. That and even if he does get a ticket to any GP, he won’t be able to make it anyway in his current state.
Anonymous said:
What happend to Yuzu?? Can someone please explain this to me????
This is a summary of what happened, and this is the last update we’ve got. I’d highly recommending following @wherespacepooh to get all the latest news.
#replies#yuzuru hanyu#evgenia medvedeva#sorry for the short answers guys#i'm still too numb right now
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good pals having a good time (connor murphyxreader)
requested: naw but ive had this idea in my head forever,,also i like weed
A/N: here you guys go,,lmao i love this idea idk why also prolly OOC but like who cares were all friends here... also ive noticed that i like always start my fics with dialogue?? hmm wierd
word count: 1,033
Warnings: WEED ofc, curse words(duh), mostly just fluff tho, controversial pineapple on pizza argument, bad writing lmao
"Are you guys completely sure that you want to do this?" Connor asked for the millionth time.
" Look we wouldn’t be here if we weren't completely sure Murphy!" Jared said with a sigh.
"Yea Connor lets-lets just do i-it already" Evan piped .
"Fine, but under one condition, I get to roll all of your joints for you."
An array of "deals" were heard as Connor finally gave in and pulled out the essentials.
You looked around to take in the sight of all of your friends scattered around the living room. Your parents were out of town, so you had insisted they all come over to hang for the weekend. Connor had been the one to suggest he bring the weed for all of you to smoke together, you know, like buddies do.
This wasn’t the first time doing it with Connor, but is was the first time doing it with all of your friends. Needless to say, you were pretty excited to see the kind of high that they all experienced. You were sat in the middle of Connor and Evan on the couch. Jared sat on the floor.
" Okay so, I say we start out by passing around one blunt, then see how we all feel from there, cool?"
"I agree" You spoke up" we don’t want to overwhelm anyone here, just trying to have a good time tonight!" You chirped.
You noticed Evan slightly shaking , and looked over at him.
"You okay?" you asked sincerely.
"Y-yea! Just excited! I hear this kinda thing helps with anxiety! So im p-pretty eager to test it out!" He said back.
You shot him a small smile and turned back to Connor.
You absentmindedly studied his features. His eyes sharp and deep in concentration. His eyebrows furrowed and his tongue slightly stuck out of his mouth. He was quietly humming the song that Jared had put on under his breath. You watched his nimble fingers work without struggle, as he finished rolling it, he brought it up to his mouth and carfully sealed it with his tongue.
You smirked at the boy. Man you were head over heals for this god-damn stoner.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when Connor suddenly snapped his head up, holding the joint out in front of him, admiring his handiwork. You chuckled at him, and he looked over at you and chuckled at you as well, earning a blush from both of you.
"Soo who's going first?" You asked.
"I will" said Connor as he lit the joint, breathing in deeply and letting the smoke rise out of his mouth for a moment before blowing the rest of it out. You watched as his eyes slowly closed and his mouth curled into a small smile. A peaceful vibe washed over him as he opened his eyes again.
"Me next!" Jared said confidently. Connor raised his eyebrow for a second before handing Jared the joint.
" This'll be good." Connor whispered to you.
Jared scoffed and took a small hit, holding it in for quite a while . He blew the smoke out with ease and chuckled, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
You took the next hit. Bigger than Jared's but shorter that Connor's. You closed your eyes and smiled blowing the smoke directly into Connor's face, then giving a slight giggle as the smoke hit his face. He rolled his eyes and winked at you. His first his already taking slight effect.
You passed the joint to Evan. He hesitantly took it and took as small hit before coughing for a bit.
Jared chuckled and looked at his phone for what he deemed "stoner music". He started blasting Kesha . Immediately screaming the lyrics.
Evan decided to take another hit, this one going in and out much smoother than the first. He gave a goofy smile and handed the joint back to Connor. He happily obliged and took another long hit. He blew the smoke in your face and you turned red.
His mouth. You were staring at it. The way it was parted in pure bliss sent your buzzed mind into bliss as well.
Jared and Evan took a big hit as well and started to order a pizza online. They started to argue over the toppings, you and Connor finished the first joint. Causing him to begin making another one.
"Jesus fuck (Y/N) how do you and Connor do this without the proper fuckin' beverages?!"Jared screeched.Before going back to arguing with Evan.
Evan, you had realized , was the most calm you had ever seen him before. His sentences were slurred, yea, but he hadnt stuttered at all, even while talking about how putting pineapple on their pizza was an abomination of god. Jared, however, dissagreed , confidently stating the opposite. You both watched in enjoyment as they bickered.
You turned to Connor.
" You know, I'm glad you came over tonight." You started. " It wouldn’t have been as much fun without you here , Con." You nudged his shoulder and giggled lightly. He stopped.
He stared into your eyes for a while,as if he was scanning them. You had noticed how red his eyes really were. You were in a trance. So much so, that you barely noticed when he suddenly put his lips on yours. He pulled back quickly, muttering something under his breath, before going back to packing another joint.
After you had realized what had just happened, you quickly took his chin, forcing him to look at you.
"Look, fuck -I'm sorry-" You cut him off by smashing your lips together once again. This time though, with the unspoken words that 3 years had been holding onto. You deepened the kiss by tilting your head, you were in pure ecstasy.
You pulled away to breath and gave him a quick peck on the nose. You both started to giggle, and soon were both gasping for air.
" What the hell did we miss?" Evan whispered.
"I don’t know but they better shut up soon, their ruining my fucking music." Jared scoffed.
This was DEFINITELY going to be a long ass night, but you definitely were NOT complaining.
#Connor Murphy x reader#dear evan hansen imagine#connor murphy#Connor Murphy imagine#jared kleinman#dear evan hansen#weed#ig#idfk i like weedd
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