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beomglocks · 3 years

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happy (very) 'belated' father’s day

summary : the only father willing to come to the dinner

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader x beomgyu (?)

warnings & other: i wrote the day after fathers day, the title is edited bc im posting this like WAY later LOL, threesome (?), degradation, some beomgyu (no incest), sub!beomgyu if you squint like really fucking hard, definitely not a normal relationship, slight exhibitionism, some possessiveness, DON’T read if you’re uncomfortable with age gaps, edit: REwriting this, this one is for the dilf soobin stans, eat up, don't say i don't feed yall, enjoy <3, kind of proofread

w/c : ~4k

you realize it now.

after living side by side with mr. choi soobin and his son, beomgyu, for a couple of weeks, you’ve started to realize something quite interesting.

1. your mother has a liking for tall lean men.

2. she also has a liking for trying to set you up with the tall lean mens’ son.

now, you wouldn't say you're exactly opposed to getting close to beomgyu. he's conventionally attractive and he seems like a nice boy but you're very much more attracted to the one who created him. it made sense after all.

"give these to mr. choi for me?" your mother all but shoves the roses and chocolates in your arms. you look down quizzically at such gifts. "it's not valentine's day.." you trail off.

you have a strange feeling that soobin would be put off by such acts, not seeming to be as out there as your mother. she doesn't care.

"it's fathers day..well it was...yesterday," she shrugs, fixing her bombshell red lipstick. why was she doing herself up? well a certain mr. choi was coming over.

despite the fact that your own father was out of the picture, that didn't stop your mom from wanting to celebrate every holiday in existence. unfortunately, the only willing father in town to partake in your mother's antics was mr. choi.

he liked to rile her up, you notice. soobin liked to toy with your mother's clear affection towards him, just as he did you. he also liked to throw it in your face sometimes. you didn't say what you observed but you knew he liked to make her feel wanted by a much younger, much more handsome man.

without another word, you decide to give the outlandish gifts to your neighbor. you sigh, looking down at the gifts. some assorted chocolates, nice flower arrangements, and what seems to be a sealed note? you want to roll your eyes but a part of you wonders if soobin would really like these kinds of things.

when you get to the door and ring the bell, the door swings open and there's stands the man himself. he's more put together than you at the moment so you feel out of place even at the front step of his house.

"always a pleasant surprise~" he smiles. his eyes trail down to the gifts in your arms. "for me?" his eyes grow wide and his pouty lips, the ones which you suddenly can't stop staring at since they seemed to be stained cherry red, lay slightly agape.

"from my mom," you deadpan, holding the gifts out. "she's generous~" "overbearing," you correct. "we seem to have different views then," he shrugs. "where's my gift from you though? this can't be all," he ponders in faux thought.

you smile shyly, looking down in embarrassment. "what did you get me baby?" he teasingly leans down closer to you to properly see your face. "could it be perhaps-"

before soobin can place a hand on you, beomgyu comes from downstairs. he's looking sharp, which suits him a lot, you admit. his hair is parted, giving you a teasing view of his forehead. regardless of the fact that he's wearing casual clothes, a stark contrast from his father who dawns an all black attire, beomgyu still manages to make it work for him.

"we'll be seeing you at the dinner," soobin clears his throat, noticing your apparent staring at his son. you can tell that he feels off put by your slight attraction to beomgyu. however small or minuscule it may be its still there to him.

the dinner goes almost exactly how you thought it would. soobin and your mother hit it off, talking about whatever they could to distract themselves from their children for a while. to your surprise soobin barely interacts with you. he seems too occupied with entertaining your mom to pay you any mind.

you're not sure why but this bothers you. beomgyu is occupied in the bathroom at the moment so you can't help but glance in their direction every couple of seconds. your mom is currently leaning against soobin's broad shoulder, laughing at something he's previously said. so he’s a comedian.

you watch as he looks down at her with a satisfied smile on his face. you bite the inside on your cheek and as if on cue, soobin looks up in your direction and smirks. it's almost as if he's taunting you. you bite down harder until you taste something metallic in your mouth.

you're not sure where this feeling of jealously is coming from and you know it's not healthy but you can't help it. maybe you've gotten too attached to your older neighbor in these past couple of weeks.

beomgyu comes out of the restroom with a sigh, walking back into the living room where you are. he can feel a weird tension in your general area but decides not to comment on it. suddenly you stand up, catching beomgyu off guard.

"come on beomgyu!" you say loud enough for everyone to hear especially soobin. the man in question practically pauses in speech midway to look over at you and his son. he eyes you both, mainly giving you a glare that will be engraved in your mind but you don't care. he needs a taste of his own medicine.

"come on let's go to my room, i need to show you something~" you urge him along. meanwhile, you say those words while staring straight at soobin. you hear your mom assure him that it's ok, "the kids are doing their own thing." you knew you were being childish and petty but if soobin wanted to fuck around with you this is what he would have to deal with as well.

you drag beomgyu along to your room who seems quite eager to be in this position. all he knows is that there's a weird tension between you and his father but that's as far as his knowledge goes.

when you both arrive at your room you close the door behind you and lean back on it. "is everything alright?" beomgyu hesitantly asks. you sigh, ushering him along to sit on the bed with you. he looks around subtly at all the little items in your room. everything seems to reflect you well, in his opinion. "well.." you try to stall.

you look up at him through your lashes. "you like me right?" beomgyu stares at you with wide eyes, "i-i mean yeah?" he stutters at your boldness.

"then lets try something," you smile at him, casually pulling your shirt over your head. "let's see how long it takes for your dad to come see us in this position," you say to yourself.

soobin doesn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what's going on here. he knows you're being a brat on purpose but he doesn't care because it makes it all the more fun. he will say he's surprised that you're using beomgyu, his own son, to get to him.

at first, he was getting annoyed with how you seemed to take a liking for his son which is why he wanted to rile you up by seeming extra interested in whatever your mom had to say. now, however, he knew he had a plan for that. you were not going to outsmart him, he wouldn't allow it and he would just have to put you in your place.

"excuse me but i need to use your restroom," soobin makes up a bullshit excuse to get to where you are. "oh of course!" your mom nods at him, instructing him towards the one upstairs. perfect.

"ill just finish up the dinner then!" your mother offers. "great that's enough time to put this slut in her place," he thinks. he smiles at your mom heading for upstairs.

"beomgyu you look like you just saw a ghost," you chuckle lightly, looking down at him. "y/n," he groans at the sight of only seeing you in your bra. he reaches up to grab your breasts, fondling them as delicately as possible. "you can be rough," you offer.

without even bothering to knock on the door, soobin opens it to see you both on the bed in a lewd position. you shirtless on top of beomgyu. he sucks his teeth when you both look back in alarm at the door being burst open. "y/n," he chuckles, almost sadistically.

you can already see the look in his eyes and suddenly you feel bad for not only yourself but beomgyu as well. you try to subtly grab your shirt again in shame but soobin's glare stops you. "what do you think you're doing little slut?" he folds his arms over his chest. not even caring that beomgyu is in the room, he walks over to you and grabs your hair causing you to yelp in surprise.

"s-sir.." soobin narrows his eyes at you then they flit over to beomgyu. "sit over there," he motions to the beanbag in the corner of the room. "i want you to learn something from this." without another word, beomgyu scrambles over to the seat, his heart beating in fear and excitement strangely.

you feel heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks as well as your dripping pussy. "don't be embarrassed, im sure this was your plan all along," soobin tsks, shoving your face down into the sheets. you breathe out when he rips the skirt and underwear from your body without a second thought. the racy thong that was supposed to be his surprise for father's day discarded in a second.

"soobin-" a smack to your ass. "that's not my name."

he doesn't even give you a chance to correct yourself, messing with your sticky juices before entering his cold fingers into your hole. you try to stifle your moan by burying your head further into the sheets.

"god you're so wet," soobin comments. he slowly moves his finger in and out for a while, practically torturing you with how meticulous and slow he's being. "please," you whine pathetically. "please what?" he slows his movements to stare at you with a raised eyebrow.

"please f-fuck me, please, i need your cock," you beg shamelessly. beomgyu breathes heavily, trying to forget about his growing boner but not being able to ignore it. he painfully wants to do something about it but he's not sure if he's allowed to touch himself.

he opts for subtly dragging his hand to his clothed crotch and palming himself through his pants, as uncomfortable as it is. in the meantime, soobin rids himself of his own pants, shaking his head.

he lightly smacks your throbbing pussy and you jolt. "do you seriously think you deserve it? fuck, look at you, can’t wait to be fucked like a bitch in heat~" you whine, wiggling your ass wordlessly in his face to hopefully get what you want.

soobin rubs your clit with narrowed eyes, making sure beomgyu is watching. he could care less that beomgyu is touching himself. he drags some of your cum from your hole to your clit and sighs. "alright then.."

he aligns himself with your hole and without another word slips his cock in with ease, completely bottoming out.

you want to scream at how big he is but you're only left with ragged pants as you know you're unable to make any loud noises. it seriously feels like you could be torn apart at any minute but you love the feeling of soobin’s cock filling you out.

"you're so tight seriously," soobin breathes. he can barely move at first. the way his dick fits inside of your pussy perfectly. he almost wants to comment about how you were practically made for him. he's sure if he flips you over right now, he would see the outline of his cock in your womb.

after waiting a bit for you to adjust to his length he finally starts moving. "shit-" he breathes. you have to grip the sheets to stop yourself from yelling. soobin's hands find their way to your waist and when you look to the side just for a split second you can see beomgyu fighting for his life to not moan out loud.

"look beomgyu-" soobin says in between jagged breaths. "if you wanna fuck around with his pathetic slut this is how you treat her." a moan gets caught in your throat when soobin pounds into you at once. "ah- i-" a part of you wants to apologize and is trying to but he won't give you a chance to speak.

"isn't that right my slutpuppy? did you have something to add?" at the sound of the nickname your walls tighten around him and he sends a harsh smack to your ass. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.

soobin thrusts start getting faster and faster, beomgyu watching with his mouth agape at his father kissing and sucking at your neck to muffle his own moans. beomgyu can only bite his lip and noises from his throat barely pass his lips as he reaches his high.

soobin growls at seeing your eyes focus on beomgyu so he starts slamming his cock into you at an animalistic pace and you think you might break.

beomgyu bucks into his hand as he cums from the sound and sight of skin slapping added with the tiny noises you'd make. not too long after you feel yourself shudder, unable to warn soobin that you had come you squeeze your eyes shut and let out a whine instead.

"fuck- ok baby," soobin understands as soon as your walls squeeze around him. he pants a couple a times and as soon as he reaches his high he pulls out, pumping his cock to let his cum shoot out on your ass.

"s-sir," you moan. "shhh it's ok." soobin sighs heavily, coming down from his own high to tend to your broken state. he looks over at beomgyu, who's head is lulled to the side as he gazes at your sweat and semen covered body.

soobin sucks his teeth deciding not to say anything to the boy and let him chill for a minute. he shrugs his pants back on and carries you in his arms to the nearest bathroom.

you cozy up to his warm embrace, letting out a sigh. "baby we need to clean you off.." you hear him whisper. you almost completely forget that there's a dinner that's supposed to be happening and you cant just go to sleep with soobin like you'd want.

a sudden coldness hits your body and you shiver. "ok," you agree. his cum is already starting to dry on you and you want nothing more than to be cleaned like he offers. you're not sure how you'll explain your change of clothes to your mom but you're sure you'll come up with something later.

no words need to be spoken after what happened and you're glad because you're not sure what to say. soobin doesn't seem keen on talking at the moment either, too focused on cleaning you off, so you decide to stay quiet.

it's silent in the bathroom until you both hear your mother all out. "dinner's ready!"

you chuckle, breaking the silence as soobin looks up at you with a questioning eyebrow. “happy father’s day.”

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evelxtus · 3 years

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Nah, you stone cold for Forgetting to enable ask/J

I know you might've seen this request around. But Can I requests Xiao, Childe, and Diluc (and possibly Zhongli) with a Isekai!Male!Reader Who after weeks of dating, Snaps a photo of them out of nowhere. But the thing is, phones don't exist in they're world. How would they react?

Isekai!Male!Reader × Genshin Impact. ꒰Snaps a photo of them out of nowhere.꒱

Characters included: XIAO, CHILDE, DILUC, ZHONGLI.

Warning: none

Type: scenario

Plz I didn't know there was a button to activate it 💀

Thank you so much btw, you are my first request ;;;; im happier than i should be

And I love the idea, it'll be fun.

› 〉Xiao.

There you were, enjoying a peaceful evening at Wangshu Inn after a long day defeating some monsters. Truth be told, Xiao only cared about being with you, but he used the excuse of "defeating monsters together" to cover that fact. And so it was for a few weeks, in which little by little, it seemed more like dating. And neither of you were going to stop with that.

The anemo boy looked so cute eating his favorite dish, Almond Tofu... And you were so excited to have ended up in that world and met Xiao. You couldn't help but glance at him when he ate, he seemed to enjoy himself as a small child no matter how much he tried to hide it. You couldn't waste this opportunity. With a quick movement, you took your mobile out of your pants, and took an unsuspecting photo of the adepti, in which you could see how it was approaching a piece of tofu to his mouth.

He placed back the same chunk on the plate, looking at you with raised eyebrows. The truth is that he had been a little scared. "What... what was that?" his voice sounded with a tone of surprise and annoyance that you had already gotten used to. And it was normal, you had pointed an unknown object at him which had made a noise. It could perfectly be treated of a weapon, but he trusted you enough to know it was not the case. "I was taking a picture. You look pretty good, don't you think?" you answered showing him the result.

The confused boy approached his hand suspiciously to that new device for his eyes, and ended up holding it awkwardly with both hands, looking at the image you had taken seconds ago. "Ah... Another human thing..." A sigh left his lips, and he looked up at you heavily as he handed your phone back to you.

"Don't do it again. You scared me and it was stupid." After those words, you looked at him with some pity, so it didn't take long for him to clear his throat and correct himself. "Ask me before. But don't even think about being with that in your hands all the time. You know that human inventions are not to my liking."

Yes, of course. He's actually a bit embarrassed that you keep photos of him.

› 〉Childe.

You knew that your feelings had changed drastically throughout all the time, since you had first arrived in that world. Since you met, everything was fights and battles to see who was the best and strongest, and although the answer was always obvious - Childe won - you did not give up. It was... funny. And he was gentle sometimes.

You were like that for weeks, every time you see each other, the friendly fights changed to more relaxed plans, to the point that sometimes you just walked around and from time to time Childe bought you anything you liked. "Do you like this Rex Lapis plush?" He knew he didn't even have to ask you, you loved the stuffed animals that they sold especially if it was related to things from that world and not simple things like teddy bears. "Well, here you go."

He held out his arm for you to take the dragon shaped teddy, but instead you shook your head, you had an idea in mind. "Wait. Stick to him. And hug him." you asked him. The redhead looked quite confused with your orders, although he did so without question. Poor naive.

You took out your mobile and took a picture of it. The boy's eyes widened in surprise and he separated from the toy quickly. "What have you done?" Seeing you laugh, his eyebrows furrowed. "What's so funny? Let me see." You showed him the screen of your mobile, and out of the corner of your eye you could see how the opponent's cheeks were stained with a pretty redness.

When he realized you were looking at him, he shook his head trying to get rid of the blush. The redhead wrapped your neck with the long Rex Lapis teddy. "Let me use that thing. I want to try taking a picture myself. Better than yours."

Better than yours, yeah. Just because you were in them.

And he also wants to have his revenge. Surely he will steal your mobile to fiddle with it while figuring out how to take unsuspecting photos of you.

› 〉Diluc

The vineyard looked so pretty in the evening. The orange color of the sky mixed with the extensive terrain of that area, making it a picturesque landscape to behold, and a view that no matter how much you saw it almost every day, it was pleasant and relaxing for the two of you.

"Shall we relax here for a moment, Y/N?" Diluc asked kindly, as he pointed to a bench in front of the building. Your answer was yes, and you sat together. The pyro boy had closed his eyes as he raised his face slightly. The breeze caressed his face gently and made his long red hair billow in a gentle rhythm.

You took a picture of him as he was, and he didn't even notice. You focused your attention on the photo, looking at it and zooming in on it. How could that boy be so attractive without even trying?

You heard him clear his throat seconds later. Diluc was leaning out watching the screen with you while you admired the photo you took. "Eh..." you felt like cold sweats fell down your forehead at that situation. He had totally got you. Seeing your reaction, he quickly spoke again so you wouldn't feel awkward. "It's okay. I was just surprised you looked so much at... that. It's a... camera, right?" You nodded, still quite embarrassed. You really couldn't tell him it was a mobile. Not in that specific moment. "You could teach me how to use it. I also want to capture some moments with you... so I never forget them."

Aha. He wants to admire you just as you do with him.

› 〉Zhongli.

You loved hearing this man's stories. His voice was a melody to your ears that you could listen to day after day without getting tired. It was the only thing you heard, next to the sound of some birds in that place. He was telling you an anecdote that happened to him in that same area thousands of years ago.

What were you thinking when, on impulse, you suddenly took out your mobile and took a picture of him in the middle of the speech? Silence was suddenly made when you took out that device.

Zhongli had never seen that before. He looked at you waiting for an explanation, although he seemed just as calm as ever. "Well? What is that?" he asked, tilting his head a little. There was a note of curiosity in his voice. "A mobile. You can do various things with it." You answered while you gave it to him so that he could see it well.

"Oh, how interesting. And what you decided to do was to take a picture of me." a small smile lit up his face. "You know you have all the time in the world to see me whenever you want, you don't have the need to use this... device in my presence."

Exactly. All he wants is to enjoy your company while he has it, and to be able to feel you with all five senses, not just sight.

#genshin zhongli #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x male reader #genshin xiao #genshin childe #genshin headcanons #genshin diluc

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all-about-seggs · 3 years

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Sultry Blues-

Rating: ❌18+, Explicit❌

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Insecure! Fem Reader

Word count: 2.5 k

Warnings: Trigger warning for insecurities (not specified), Body Worshipping, a bit of food play, cunnilingus, Semi-public sex.

The faint sounds of ringing bells from the shrine was still in the air as you made your way to the inner structure of the prestigious Jujutsu academy. The path to the meeting room was straight and lined with stone carvings which gave the entire place an ancient look. You had a lunchtime date with your boyfriend, who would, hopefully be on time so you could be on your way.

This place always made you uneasy, not because of the dangerous connotations it brought in everyone’s lives but it was the people who freaked you out the most. To you, each one of the teachers as well as the students looked like some characters straight from a book, elegant, strong and perfectly capable of doing things normal people like you could only read about. Not having enough confidence on yourself physically or mentally worsened every time it dawned on you that you were dating the most perfect being of them all.

Perplexing wouldn’t even began to describe your state of mind when Satoru first took interest in you, sure looks or status didn’t meant anything to him but even in terms of personality you never thought the two of you would get along, so much so that you would become such an irreplaceable part of each other. But you knew his feelings for you did nothing to stop the ache in your heart when you saw him getting ganged up on by a bunch of women. Women attractive than you, smarter than you and definitely stronger than you.

This was exactly the place where all those kind of women lived making you feel even more of an outsider in his world. Not wanting to cause Satoru any worries you tried to psyche yourself up by picking up your pace only to be met with a hard shoulder to your cheek.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking”, you looked up at the stranger, she was tall, her sturdy figure seemed like she was also a sorcerer but her ID pass was tucked on the breast pocket of her coat along with her youthful face indicated she was a student, you squinted to see that her name was Lisa and as you were about to apologise when you saw her sneer at you.

“ Ugh… outsiders. Don’t you know how to walk properly? Or did you not learn that in your no name school?”, her condescending tone took you aback.

You knew you didn’t exactly belong here but she wasn’t cutting you any slack for being a civilian either. You wanted to ask her why was she being so rude but your queries were cut off as by the girl.

“ No need to explain yourself I already know who you are, I’ve seen you following Gojo- San like a lost puppy a lot of times, seriously it’s like you don’t even have a presence without him.”, with a pause you finally thought her pointless berating would come to a stop but she went on.

“ He has a reputation to uphold here so don’t go around embarrassing him with your airheaded and average looking face”, now with THAT she crossed the line but as much as you wanted to give her a comeback all you anger turned into self loathing in a matter of seconds and you stood there dumbly not being able to defend yourself from the onslaught of verbal attacks that even you partially agreed with.

Not even bothering to look at her when she passed you thought about her mean words that were half untrue. You knew dating a popular guy would include more that just a little bit harmless envy of girls. At this point you’d be lucky if you didn’t get attacked by one of your boyfriend’s fangirl. But, It wasn’t about Satoru anymore, you thought. It was about how you were letting the jealousy of his superficial admirers who didn’t even knew only knew his name and face. Before you could delve more into your darkening thoughts you heard a cheery voice call out to you.

Bag at hand, which probably contained some sort of dessert you saw Satoru gleefully making his way towards you. It took you a few seconds to plaster a believable smile to your face so you could greet him normally.

“ Wow I can’t believe IM the one who had to wait around this time”, placing a tiny kiss on your nose he pulled you in for a hug, his warmth seeping into you put your mind at ease and help you distract yourself from the horrible encounter before.

“ The meeting was pointless and even the snacks turned out to be lame”, whining a little he waved the bag in front of you. A convenient store vanilla sponge cake with a packet of strawberry sauce was right in front of you and honestly if it were you, you’d probably eat it without question but knowing his love for quality sweets it was understandable why he’d complain.

“ Well actually, with the right toppings and modifications even convenient store packed cakes can taste top class!”, thinking about all the ways you’ve experimented watching diy food videos you started thinking up of ways to serve it to him.

“I see, that’s a good idea and I think it’ll give us some headstart for our date wouldn’t it?”, saying that he gestured you towards one of the buildings that lead to the back exit.

Walking hand in hand Satoru came to a stop which seemed like a closed off gate that was not in use anymore.

“ Why are we here? I thought the back exit was the other way around?”, confusion painted over you face you turned to face your mischievous partner.

“ you said you’d help me eat them, and I think it’s a pretty good place, don’t you?”, stepping closer he urged you to take a look around. The area didn’t have any benches, buildings or even people around and the only sound you could hear was the birds and the small artificial streams of river that flowed a few steps away from the closed off exit.

If Satoru was insinuating something you started to get the hang of it and you soon felt you face get hotter. The afternoon sun did nothing to help you cool down as you struggled to make sense of the situation. His hands were all over your body, caressing, pinching and feeling you up.

“ What’s wrong? Not up for it in semi public style?”, his breathy voice got lost in the crook of you neck where he inhaled your scent, “ you know nobody’s gonna come” with a slight push, he pinned you againt the vine-covered gate, “Except for you”.

“what the- WAIT! It’s still so bright out here not to mention we’re in PUBLIC Satoru!”, wide eyed you try to grab at his hand that was halfway done unbuttoning the top of your blouse.

“Do you want me to blindfold you?”, throwing these words nonchalantly he started licking every bit of exposed skin he could find from your ears to chest.

His mouth made contact with your covered breasts and without bothering to remove the piece of clothing he latched his mouth onto your hardened nipple to give it a gentle bite. Holding back your own moans you placed you hands on his broad shoulders, a feeble attempt at stopping him.

“How would THAT resolve anything?!” already half naked, your retorts seemed like pathetic excuses even to your own ears. It wasn’t until you heard a sharp rip that you realised your underwear was no longer on your body anymore. With a horrified look you saw your unusable underwear in Satoru’s hand.

“ I don’t think you’ll be needing these anymore my sweetness because I want to see ALL of you”, dangling the fabric from his long fingers he made a show of tucking it in his pocket. Hiking your skirt up with one hand he caressed the soft flesh with his thumbs.

“I knew you had no sense of danger but this could even get us arrested”, your reasoning seemed to fell on deaf ears as your boyfriend, already half way down on the ground, pulled his blindfold down with ease. Looking at up at you with his ethereal turquoise eyes that lied beneath strips of heavy white eyelashes, this part of his face was something you couldn’t see all the time.

“You’re beautiful……”, the genuine nature of his words felt unreal when compared to his everyday frivolous self, “at least I’ve always thought so”.

All the voices in the place except for his, got drowned out by the throbbing of your heart in your chest when he kneeled right in front of your crotch. The warm smile on his lips contradicted with his tantalizing actions but he enjoyed it precisely because of that.

“Open your legs a bit more y/n, I need more space to eat”, with his haughty smirk back he exposed more of your pussy with his fingers and dribbled the strawberry sauce over it until it started trickling down to the ground underneath it.

“This looks like a good dessert, waaay better than the one I was offered before”, making one last smartass comment he threw the now empty packet away and your sugar coated pussy was soon met with Satoru’s soft, warm tongue as he buries his face in it. His tongue worked it’s way beneath the layer of your pussy hair and down to the soft flabby skin underneath. Your natural slick combined with the dressing sauce tasted even sweeter in his mouth, the pleasant hums falling uncontrollably from his mouth made you wetter.

All the blemishes, scars and your self imposed flaws started melting into something more complete and unbreakable in its nature when you felt Satoru touching you, feeling you and tasting you from the inside and out.

His warm hands firmly gripped your thighs to lap at the soft peak in between. All the sensations his tongue was providing you made your vision turn black and your body heated up to the point of burning. The broad daylight and your exposed form added to the fear of being found out but your trust in your boyfriend outweighed everything so you let him have his way.

“ Hmmm, yeah y/n…”, the exaggeratingly loud slurping of his mouth came to a stop as he looked up at you, his pink lips glistening even more when he spoke, “Even this cheap stuff tastes better when I eat it directly from you”.

You were a panting mess, already having lost the ability to make coherent words you kept you eyes on Satoru as rose to his feet.

“ Let’s move on to the next part shall we?”, after smoothening out your skirt of you he held out his hand and your need for release took over all rhyme and reason so you put one of your shaking hand in his. The next few moments were confusing as a white light enveloped both of your forms and by the time your vision returned you found yourself in an unknown room.

The place itself was nothing out of the ordinary, some books, a cupboard and a vanity. The single bed near the curtained window was properly made. It was clearly not Satoru’s room but the neatness of the place also suggested that it wasn’t an unused room either.

“ Hey we’re are we?”, you question the white haired male when he casually made his way to switch on the lights.

“Don’t worry we’re still in the academy premises, you wanted to finish this right? And I didn’t wanted to go another second with hearing your pretty voice, so you can scream now,” his voice dangerously low, he held your arms in both of his hands and guided you to the single bed in the corner.

“ and I didn’t meant that as a request”, flat on your back you had no time for further questioning as your exposed cunt got filled to the brim in a single thrust. The stretch made you cry out and remembering Satoru’s previous warning you didn’t bother covering your mouth. The light in the room was enough for him to see all of you, even if he had all of you memorized at the back of since the first time.

Your twisted face that you’d consider ugly was nothing if not arousing to him from the kneeling position of his at the edge of the bed, endearing even at how the side of your eyes well up everytime he fucked you so hard, the creaking of the bed acted as a proof of his brutal pace that threatened to break the furniture.

Each powerful thrust of his made your entire body lurch from its position, your juices flowed endlessly down your thighs, on Satoru’s cock and down to the sheets. Your voice ricocheted off the walls and gave life to the entire building.

Having your orgasm cut off before, the anticipation that had build up made your upcoming release feel even ore intense. Your walls started clenching around his shaft, already feeling waves of ecstasy you waited for it to reach its peak.

“ Y/n...Come for me”, in between his grunts he placed on of his hand on the side of your head, lowering himself till your noses touched. Breaths intermingling, you came with a loud cry of his name. Euphoria spreaded through both of your bodies making a gush of liquid come out of your pussy when Satoru pulled out, both of your mess soiled the sheet.

Few minutes of silence passed by as a fully clothed Satoru sat beside you, stroking your head until you calmed down.

“ Hey y/n?”, abruptly his cheeky tone filled the room and you looked up at him questioningly,

“ Wanna take a pic? ya'know, as a momento”, the odd question made you come to an obvious conclusion, which now seemed obvious considering your boyfriend’s not so secret rebellious nature and with how much of a brat he can be it was nothing short of hilarious.

“ It’s Lisa’s room isn’t it?”, barely controlling your laughter you tried to pry an answer out of him, the soothing motion of his hands never coming to a stop he took out his phone with another.

“ Yeah, it is, I’d say it’s an excellent way of showing her our ‘bond’ dontcha think?”, his cringey answer made you burst into laughter. The first real smile he’d seen on your face since you got here was something Satoru wanted to be a constant thing, always there when he wanted to see it just like a still photograph.

Bending his face down his lips softly met your forehead and before you could open your eyes back up you heard the click of the camera go off.

“ Heh, so how is it?”, propping yourself up on your elbows you tried to peak at the screen but it was pulled out of sight just as quickly.

“ It’s perfect”, with a warm smile that reached all the way to his eyes Satoru put his phone down before peering into your eyes, “and it’s mine”.

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rodeo-boots · 3 years

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Hi there! Im not sure if I've requested from you before have I?

So I was wondering if I could have a one-shot Sadie/F!ChubbyReader? Something sweet that gets steamy.

I was thinking that it could be the readers having a rough time because she thinks she's unworthy of love and the fact that she's into women makes it even harder.

Take your time, no need to rush~

Feel free to message me if you cant/won't do this I understand Xx

You hadn't requested from me before, btw. BUT I really loved writing this one for you! I hope it's what you've been looking for <3 (I also hope there are no more errors left, I only proofread this once)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2679

Warnings: NSFW, Low Self-Esteem Reader (Body-Image issues)

AO3

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It was one of the rare occasions when camp was quiet, most gang-members fast asleep as darkness spread over Clemens Point.

You had missed the silence, already used to the rambunctious songs, to the laughter and chatter of the others. Even if those good times never were to last.

These days, it was hard to achieve happiness, to feel even remotely safe, your travels East having shaken the entire group to the core.

And sometimes, you wished you had stayed in the West, had bought land and settled down like you've planned, even if that might not have changed a thing.

When it was quiet, like now, your mind often wandered, drifted along with the sounds of rippling water.

It was nice here, better than it had been up at Colter, but you still felt out of place. And no amount of fresh air or crisp water could change that.

With a sigh, you leaned further against the log behind you, your arms crossed in front of your chest where you sat.

At least in the darkness, no one had to stare at you. Had to see you.

You could just be, with no obligations to be appealing to anyone at all.

Never before had Dutch sent you out to distract any targets, to use your good looks on unsuspecting fools like the other women at camp often did. Because you had none. Or so you told yourself.

Of course it was harsh, of course you had other things to offer. But with a couple pounds too many, with chub around your cheeks and your hips, you didn't feel as attractive as you wished you would be.

You envied Abigail, Mary-Beth, Karen, Tilly... if not for their appearance then for their confidence. And Sadie? Sometimes you wished you could walk a day in her shoes, that you could stop caring about what other people thought and put on some pants.

Though you feared you'd only get stared at more like that.

Time went by without you noticing. Maybe you've nodded off somewhere down the line, the sight of the water gleaming beneath the moonlight oddly tranquil and soothing to you.

Your thoughts continued to roam, continued to shift and flow like the water in front of you.

Occasionally, you'd see a fish jump out of the lake, would hear a nocturnal bird taking flight within the nearby trees. And you yearned to be free like them; free of judgment, of society's standards, and your own low self-esteem.

You wondered if they perceived beauty like humans did, if they stared down at the two-legged, wingless creatures, saw long and flowing hair idly whipping in the breeze, or a freckled face and bright eyes and fell in love.

It would be a loss if they didn't, if they were unable to see what you did – and you decided that maybe, being a human might not be all that bad.

Sure, all you could do was behold the beauty around you. You knew you would never get a chance of something more; knew you couldn't compliment the way Sadie's yellow blouse flattered her figure and receive more than a simple "thank you".

It had always been like that – you, finding beauty in another woman, finding beauty in her voice, the sparkle in her eyes and the way she strutted and sauntered along the way. You knew you couldn't change that, knew that you would never be 'normal', but hell, you didn't want to be. If there even was such a thing as normal.

In the past, and even up to the current day, you've struggled with it. With your sexuality.

You had come to terms with it, of course, but you knew that you only stood out more with your chosen way of life. If your body wasn't enough to keep people away, your orientation might just be, and it worried you, what the others might think should you ever come out to them.

It hadn't been your intention to grow upset, your brain doing it to yourself no matter what you tried to do about it.

So you sat and stared out onto the lake, gaze blank as you simply beheld the beauty all around. Watching, and doing nothing, as always.

The sound of boots upon sand drew you out of your thoughts, your head turning to see a familiar figure approaching.

She was tall, slim, her hair braided beneath her hat. A few strands hung loose, though that only held it's special charm.

"What're you doin' out here?" Sadie asked, sitting down on the fallen tree behind you. She kept a bit of a polite distance, crossing her legs as her elbows rested upon her propped up knee.

You swallowed softly, looked back ahead and out onto the wide lake. "Just thinking," you explained, unable to come up with anything else that might explain you being restless and awake at this time of day.

The other woman hummed, her own gaze trailing over the water in front of her.

It appeared black in the dark of night, only little light reflexes showing the movement of the soft waves.

"Did someone say somethin' again?"

Her sudden words brought you back to reality, the silence between you having stretched for a couple minutes before. It wasn't rare that the less pleasant people at camp upset you over your insecurities, pointed out facets of yourself that didn't need to be addressed.

You shook your head, anyhow. Today, that hadn't been the case. Besides, you never knew Sadie paid any attention to the treatment you received. "It's me," you mumbled after a moment of consideration. "Me who made me feel like crap."

And while you huffed at the words you spoke, they were genuine. Oftentimes, it was you who made your life harder than it had to be.

Sadie pushed herself off the log, plopped down into the slightly moist sand by your side. You watched her from the corners of your eyes, unsure what she was intending to do.

But she didn't do anything, merely sat with you and stared out into the water, thinking about what you had said before.

"I did that a lot," she eventually spoke up, turning to face you. "Guess it ain't the same, but I– sat and thought a lot, too. That never seemed to help." She chuckled, but the sound was rather mirthless, her tone more serious than anything.

You had seen her in the past, had seen her sitting outside of camp, far from anyone else. She's had a broken heart to nurse, had a terrible loss to get over, and in the end she had come out stronger than ever.

"You don't gotta tell me, if you don't want. Maybe it'd make you feel better, though."

Inhaling, you thought about her words, wondered if you would even be able to put your innermost thoughts and feelings into words.

Never before had someone asked you to share them, no one ever having as much of an interest in you as that.

"It's nothing," you tried to deflect, tried to invalidate your troubles in order to not burden Sadie with them here and now.

The woman snorted, however, raised a brow as she looked at you. "Don't look like nothin' to me," she pointed out, not impolitely.

"How about this–" she sat up, her back against the log as she gestured for you to come closer, to lean back against her chest.

For a moment you could only stare in disbelief, though you took the chance now that it was offered to you. It had been a while since you've last been physically close to anyone, after all.

"Comfortable?" Sadie asked. You gave her a nod, your heart racing in your chest and beating within your ears.

Holy Shit. That hadn't been how you'd imagined this night would go.

Sadie wrapped her arms around you loosely, rested her chin atop your head. She seemed content herself, seemed like she had wanted to do that for a long while. The thought made your heart skip a beat.

"I know you think you're worse than you are," Sadie spoke up again, keeping her voice low while speaking to you. It was oddly soothing, her usual rough tone sounding more than just pleasant to your ears. "But you ain't bad. Truth be told, I admire you."

That made you pause, your breath catching in the back of your throat. "Me? For what?"

She chuckled kindly, brushing through your hair to tuck a few strands behind your ear. "For knowin' who you are, and what you want. For stayin' true to yourself no matter what anyone says."

Yet again, you hadn't expected her to be all that perceptive, hadn't expected her to know much about you at all. For as long as you've known her, your conversations had been brief, cut short by your occasional shyness and nervosity. Sadie seemed to have read you better than you ever could've thought.

"I..." you weren't sure what to say, or if you should say anything at all. The woman's arms around you were soothing, almost soporific, though the warmth pooling within you made it hard to consider dozing off.

"I always wanted t'know more about you," Sadie continued, nuzzling the top of your head, her lips brushing over your strands of hair. "Wanted to know more 'bout the beautiful woman who's stolen my heart."

You were sure this had to be a dream, that you had passed out after all and your mind was playing tricks on you by now.

But Sadie felt as real as could be, her hot breath in the nape of your neck, her arms around your waist, thighs left and right of your hips. Whatever you had thought of before, all your insecurities and doubts, it all seemed far away by now.

"Me– Me, too," you brought out, confessing to your feelings without directly doing so. Sadie was more bold and confident than you were, was more brave and straight-forward in your eyes. And just like she had said before, you admired her just as well. But most importantly, you were sure you loved her.

Feeling enlivened by her words, empowered by the warmth swelling within your heart, you turned around, straddled her lap and properly looked her in the face. "I think I love you," you properly confessed, cupping her freckled cheeks like you've wished to do for so long already.

She smiled up at you, keeping her hands on your waist for now as she leaned in, and captured your lips with her own.

The kiss didn't last as long as you've wanted it to, but upon pulling away, Sadie spoke up again; "I know I love you." Her smile grew, your forehead resting on hers when you returned the gesture.

Once your lips had met the first time, you couldn't stop yourself from going in for a second kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut, fingertips gliding along Sadie's sides and down to the hem of her shirt. Now that you knew of her feelings towards you, and were fully certain as those within yourself, you only wanted more.

She reacted in kind, teased your tongue with hers when her lips parted ever so slightly, a moan slipping into the kiss. You weren't sure if it had come from you or her, but that didn't matter much, not when your hands soon met bare skin, fingers gripping her sides while her own ran along your thighs.

"You wanna do this right here?" She asked, leaning back a little to capture your stare.

Slightly out of breath, you nodded. Hell, you didn't care where you'd do this, as long as you could feel her skin on yours.

Without missing a beat, Sadie worked on helping you out of your dress, glancing back, only to make sure camp was as quiet as it had been before.

Even if a few drunkards were still milling about, you couldn't care less, your fingers working on her buttons to relieve her off her top layer, before climbing off her lap to get her pants off her hips.

Naked, you laid back in the sand, invited her to follow you only for her lips to meet yours again. She placed her hat on top of your head, gave you a small smirk as her lips wandered lower, over your collarbone and down to your chest.

Moving boldly, her mouth latched onto one nipple right away, one hand kneading the other breast while she suckled and licked your sensitive bud.

Your breath hitched, spine curving to get closer to her heavenly mouth, your head already swimming without her having done too much just yet.

Soon enough, she had stimulated your other nipple to full hardness as well, laying down on her side next to you, and pulling you in for another kiss. "Let's keep this quiet," she muttered, her fingeres wandering once again until they reached your sex, a hum leaving her lips when she discovered the hot wetness there.

She caressed your folds, encouraged you to hitch one leg up and around her hip while coating her fingers within your slick. Slowly, her fingers circled your clit, made your hips jerk sporadically and your muscles tense here and there.

"Can I?" You had only pulled away from the kiss for a second, glancing at her while your fingers slid down her flat stomach.

"Be my guest," she grumbled, trailing lovebites along your collarbone and up to your shoulder, the small motions of her fingers on your clit steadily driving you insane.

To offer her the same kind of pleasure, your hand soon found the spot between her legs, met with an equal wetness as that between your own. You groaned, teasingly gliding your fingers through her folds before your thumb focused solely on her nub.

She gasped, almost sounding surprised, like she hadn't been touched there in a while, though that only spurred you on more. You wanted her to feel as good as possible, pulling away after another few moments only to propose another idea.

"I wanna taste you," you muttered, fingers disappearing from her soaked cunt as you laid back. Seemingly catching on right away, Sadie climbed on top, straddling your face while hers was right in front of your own crotch.

With the new position, you dove in without a moment's hesitation, held onto her hips and pulled her close as your tongue licked through her folds and up to her nub.

She moaned out, had to have bitten down on her lip to keep more sounds from surfacing before she leaned down herself, and focused on your clit right away.

Besides the sounds of your actions, the occasional slurping, squelching and your labored breaths, it was still mostly quiet, the area belonging solely to you in this moment.

You rolled your hips upwards, chased more of the heavenly feeling of her mouth on you as you felt yourself getting close.

Clearly, Sadie wasn't all that far, either, her abdominal muscles flexing while her thighs tried to squeeze your head, the motions of her tongue growing more desperate the closer she got to her climax.

It was over much too quickly, had been too long for you to hold back at all, your body tensing for a moment before releasing in a rush of endorphins that was better than anything you've had before.

You pulled back for air, slipped two fingers into Sadie's tight cunt to grant her a satisfying release as well, and watched, when she shook and trembled through her very own orgasm.

She rolled off of you after a moment, cursing under her breath as she did so.

It wasn't long before she crawled back up to you, however, before her lips met yours and you could taste yourselves upon each other's tongue.

"You fancy a midnight swim?" She asked when she pulled away, sitting back on her knees and helping you up when you agreed.

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strangeradventuresofp · 4 years

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colors (sokka x reader)

You were walking down the streets in Ba Sing Se in your casual Fire Nation attire, when you suddenly spotted four people who looked horrifically out of place. Two of the four were wearing blue uniforms, a girl and a boy. Water Tribe. One of them wore an Earth Kingdom outfit with messy hair and the other possessed a yellow and orange tunic, accessorized with a blue arrow pointing to his nose. An airbender? Gasping to yourself, you realized that the young boy must be the avatar. You walked over to them, in hope to spark some sort of a friendship.

“Hi! I just saw you and I was hoping if I could ask you a question?”

“Sorry,” The taller, older boy said. He was quite attractive. His skin was dark, and his hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. He was well built and tall, carrying what looked like a boomerang on his back. “But we really have to get going.”

“Sokka, I’m sure it’s fine. She seems nice.” The girl in blue uttered, attempting to be quiet.

“Shhh! Don’t say my name! Trust no one. Plus, she’s wearing Fire Nation clothes. She’s probably with Zuko.”

You giggled. “Oh, no, don’t worry. I’m actually a part of Southern Water Tribe. The Fire Nation raided there a while ago. Six years ago, when I was eight. And I was stowaway on their ship. I’ve been travelling around the world ever since. I’ve had to throw away my Water Tribe clothes. Wearing clothes from the Fire Nation basically gives you automatic protection.” The girl who had spoken before smiled at you.

“We’re from the Southern Water Tribe too! Well, me and Sokka, my brother, are. I’m a waterbender, just like you. Oh, and This is Aang, the avatar, and Toph. She’s an earthbender.” They each gave a pleasant ‘Hi’. You were grateful for how friendly she seemed, whilst her brother slapped his forehead in annoyance.

“I’m Y/N. I promise I’m not a part of the Fire Nation. I’m actually a water bender.”

“Prove it.” Sokka spat, sounding a lot meaner than he intended to.

“Well, I-” You sighed. “I’m really not very good.” You took them to a secluded area near a body of water. Taking a deep breath, you drew your arms up from your sides and began twisting your hands. A sphere of water followed your hands, making a little spin, only to drop and land back into the water. You sighed. “I-I told you I wasn’t any good.”

“No, that was good! You just need a little help making the right shapes is all.”

“Actually.. That’s what I wanted to ask. Since you’re a waterbender, would you teach me?”

“Absolutely not. Sorry but we’re actually on a very important mission to help Aang and we just don’t have time.” Your face dropped at Sokka’s words. You couldn’t keep your disappointment from flooding your entire body. Your head bowed low as you barely muttered an ‘Oh’, until you heard the younger boy speak up.

“Come on, Sokka. Katara still has stuff to teach me, why can’t she teach Y/N at the same time?” The older boy groaned at the arrow-headed boy’s request.

“Aang’s right, Sokka. We know she’s not actually a part of the Fire Nation, so what’s the big deal?” You were exceedingly grateful for the two, and the other girl, who agreed without saying much.

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After a few months of training with Katara, you had gotten very good at waterbending. You often participated in sparring matches with all four of the others and were forever thankful that all of them ended up accepting you, especially Sokka. You had both become very close since you had joined Team Avatar, and you had developed strong feelings for him. He was always sweet to you and made sure you were okay. He even made sure you ate before he did, to make sure you had something.

“Y/N!” Katara called out to you as you all had set up a new camp for the day, or at least for a few days. You stopped unpacking for a moment and turned around to see her walking up to you, holding something in her hands. “I found this as I was unpacking. I completely forgot I had it! I brought a few spare outfits and.. Well, I just thought you would like to start wearing Water Tribe colors again.” She held the blue cloth out to you, smiling. You grinned widely.

“Katara, thank you so much!” You hugged her tightly and gently took the clothes from her. “Are you sure this is okay?” To which she nodded and pushed them towards your chest.

“I want you to have them.”

“Thank you, Katara.” You rushed off to find somewhere to change and hurried back. You stood and beamed, finally in your home colors once again. Giggling happily, you twirled in your new outfit.

“Y/N, you look great! I should have given you that a long time ago.” Katara smiled. As you teared up, you thanked her again.

“You have no idea how much this means to me. I appreciate this so, so much.”

“Hey, Katara have you seen- Y/N, wow.” Sokka’s jaw dropped, earning a smile from you.

“Do you think it suits me, Sokka?”

“W-Well, yeah, of course.” He gulped and walked away, you assumed to get some more fire wood. You sighed.

“I don’t know if he likes me in this.” Looking down, you fiddled anxiously with your hands, hoping he would’ve liked it.

“Believe me, Y/N. He does.” Katara giggled, and you were confused, but you decided not to say anything.

As time went on, you all found yourself sat around the fire, like you all did every night. Toph and Katara were already asleep, and Aang was only barely awake, leaving you and Sokka. You hummed softly, gently, as you stroked the fabric of your new clothes. Sokka cleared his throat.

"You know, Y/N... What I meant earlier was that-"

"Sokka, it's okay. I get that it's weird seeing me in blue since you've seen me in red for so long."

"It's not that. It's just.. I guess... W-Well, you just look..." He cleared his throat while you tilted your head, confused. "You look pretty in my colors. Well.. Our colors." A deep blush flushed his cheeks and you couldn't stop from smiling.

"You really think so?" He nodded, earning a blush from you as you hugged him tightly. "Thank you." As you smiled, you felt him intake a deep breath before returning the hug, placing one hand gently on the back of your head and one on your back, around your waist.

"You know, you're not too bad yourself." You rubbed the back of your neck nervously, unaware of how he would react. He smiled; not what you were expecting, and you were happy. "I've always found you attractive." Sokka almost choked.

"What? Are you being serious?"

"W-Well.. Yeah. Even when you broke my heart and told me Katara wouldn't be my teacher. I've always thought you were cute but I just didn't know how to say, or when to say and I don't even know if you like me back but I just wanted you to know anyway because-"

You were interrupted by the feeling of soft lips pressed against yours. You smiled at the feeling and kissed back gently. The feeling was indescribable; hearts racing, fingers intertwined, mouths moving with each other in sync. As you both pulled away, you smiled at each other.

"Sorry if I'm a bad kisser."

"Y/N, stop. It was amazing. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

"Believe me, I do." You gulped. "I think I might love you, Sokka." Your face flushed a deeper red than before. The boy moved closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest.

"I think I love you too, Y/N." He sighed contently. As you rested your head on his shoulder and felt his body heat, your eyelids began to feel heavy. He gently played with the ends of your hair, sending you off into a sound sleep.

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A/N : had a bit of writers block for a few days lmao sorry loves :( another sokka imagine cus i absolutely adore him with my whole heart but anyway my requests r open and im happy to write anything for anyone i luv u all thank u for reading and i hope u have a fantastic day xo p

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word-addict-lisette · 3 years

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Dear Lisette,

I am back in you inbox, yay! How was your day? How's life? How's school?

I am really mad because we had this piece of work and it was like "pen down your idea on this statement, 'i can do whatever i want on the internet as long as i don't get caught' and i put down my thoughts which were 'this statement is true, i stand by it and you can do whatever you like as long as you don't get caught and don't own up' and then people were like throwing shade at me and i looked at it. I have 5 comments.

My teachers tried to delete it, my classmates literally lectured me and then she read it out loud and the whole class went looking for that one note i made. In the comments, people are spelling my name in caps. It was my opinion, and oh, look all of them are basically hypocrites. Let me just say, these people make me uncomfortable, they don't talk about exactly nice things or approriate things and they are all commenting ( without names too may i add) like "KAT, THAT'S NOT HOW THINGS WORK!" but with my real name and just arghhh.

Also if my teachers wanted me to say, "no, that isn't the right thing to do," or any other answer that the others provided them with, they shouldn't have asked for my opinion. They should have just forced us all to just type the same thing. The other people all wrote like, "no, its unethical and bad" or "False, no, its bad" and stuff like that, filmsy evidence and elaboration. I HAVE MORALS, i am just saying the truth. I feel like the victim of a hate crime. People don't like me enough already, i am a very intresting person, uh, yeah, we are gonna stop there.

Enjoy the rant i guess? I don't know? I am sorry for loading on you but there's a little extra rant so uh, yeah. im just gonna take this out, one sec.

Ok, so uh my teacher was like, next week, we are making pancakes. Fluffy pancakes. It was changed to pancakes without eggs? and now we have to make it ourselves, at home. Where do i get flour? What do i do with the extra flour? I don't know how to cook at all, my partner who has been extremely controlling and like kinda driving me insane, ( ahem i did the whole coursework) also she uses my friend's name for everything? Like, bestie i was literally helping out and you went all, "Oh you don't want (friend's name) to see you burnt right?". Obviously i don't but if i burnt down my house, she wouldn't be surprised. I BURNT MYSELF LAST YEAR, SHE SAW ME BURN MYSELF. Well, my friend burnt me and then the week after that, she burnt herself.

This happens a lot. Also, the very common questions and statements of, "Are you straight?" , "aren't you and (friend's name) dating?", "you guys would make such a cute couple" , " aren't you bi?" and "i thought the two of you were dating," there is nothing wrong with being bi but i am not attracted to her like that. So, they use her for leverage over me to get me to do what they want and also think im dating her? If we were dating, we would both be homeless. I like my house. This doesn't only happen with her. I once got shipped with my brother. I hugged him and some guy was like, "oh you guys like each other," that was awkward. Can i just add, a lot of people like majority of that community know we are siblings.

I also get shipped with his best friend, thanks to a rumor my brother made up. So, sometimes, i would get like comments like, "oh, you like him" or "(brother's name) told me that you and (brother's best friend) are dating," we are not dating. WE ARE JUST REALLY GOOD FRIENDS. I LIKE A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. LEAVE ME ALONE. Also, everytime i have a picture of a guy on my phone or something my cousin just has to tell my brother. THEY ARE STREAMERS. ONE IS OF V FROM BTS SO I CAN TRAMATISE MY FRIEND.

Everytime i cry, someone comes in my room. It is so annoying. LEAVE ME ALONE, I WANT TO CRY. This is why i started reading sad books, listening to sad songs, watching sad movies so i have a reason to cry. There was this once, i wasnt selected to be part of my choir's competition and i was sad about it because i didn't feel good enough. THEY SAID I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH. So, i cried but it wasn't enough so i read the saddest book i could find so i had a reason to cry but by that time, my feelings were gone. This is why i get breakdowns when im overwhelmed because of all this. You know how old i am. I have to deal with this and the pressure of always wanting to be perfect. What else can i do? I am not pretty or smart or talented or have friends, i have like 6 friends and nobody ever keeps me company. So, i focus on being perfect. 100%, i deal with not having any attention because my parents didn't pay me any attention just because i was "independent" or something?

Did i mention, i babysit all my siblings? I am the second child. I baby-sit my older brother. I am sleep-deprived because i can't sleep well at night and i constantly worry about everything and i have to take care of all my friends and it is so exhausting. Yet, i can not cry.

Thanks for staying with me through whatever that was. Uh, yeah, i took the quiz and got chaotic academia. That is my aesthetic. I really want one of those fancy skirts they wear like on pintrest and stuff? Like you know what i mean? The academia skirt? Yeah, i don't have one yet.

Question of the day, what is your dream profession or you could answer my other question which is what would you want to look like? Or you could answer both?

Ok, thank you again. i am gonna go study. Love and hugs and just literal joy sent your way!

- Kat, the ultimate dino mom of Leo, Billy Bob, Jessica, Sophie, Jackson, Sarah, Lily, the Micheals and all her other kids. (Jessica, Sophie and Jackson are mailboxes and Lily is a computer, Micheal is my screwdriver and laptop pencil, there are two micheals.)

Dear Kat,

It's really good to see you in my inbox. I'm sorry for replying late, but exams really had occupied my schedule today and I got my Saturday exam tomorrow. This week is going to be stressful and today's day has been pathetic. I had nothing to do except study and write exams. I feel like I haven't really been social recently and That I'm losing touch with people that I used to be close with and basically I'm letting overthinking take over my mind.

That is so sick. Why is someone's genuine opinion bothering them so much? I totally wouldn't be able to tolerate that. They ought to understand that there is a fine line between a fact and an opinion, and what you stated was just an OPINION. they have no right whatsoever to come at you like that. I totally agree... the teachers ought to have not asked for your opinion if all they desired was a particularly specific answer which opposed the statement. one of the reasons I hate the schooling system has to be THIS. people who are putting comments like that ought to realize that what you stated is exactly what they do in real life. They just want to be seen as the good kid here. At least you have the guts enough to speak the truth.

Miss! You don't have to worry about ranting out to me. You can rant to me for days and I'd still listen. Just go on ranting nobody is stopping you.

Ahhh! I've had that happen to me. I really understand how tough that can be. I really really hate being shipped with someone who I am just platonically friends with like you've got no valid proof to believe that we are romantically involved with each other. I've burnt myself plenty of times too. It's not a pleasant experience. Plus I also hate having controlling partners. Cause all they do is boss you around while they are barely doing a thing. It sucks.

Why? Just why? Why does it even matter to them? Who you date and what your sexuality is, is none of their business. I have no idea why people concern themselves with topics that really don't involve them. It's like people are just ready to make gossip out of anything. A person can't have a bestie without not liking them? I don't get what's so difficult to understand about that. I hate it when I'm casually talking to a guy and people start shipping us and start spreading rumors of us being in a romantic relationship. Another thing they do is, if a person likes me, they automatically assume that I like him back when I've barely even ever spoken to that guy. And yes! I like fictional characters! Don't even assume I like any of you fools cause You idiots bully me and ship me with total crackheads... And my standards are good enough for me to not include you guys in my list of *appropriate candidates* which consists of non-existent people.

Similarly, the moment I'm chatting with some guy, or like have a pic with someone on my mobile phone people just assume that fact that I'm crushing on him. Like no! I don't. We are friends... the others are celebrities, Why can't you understand that? I can't imagine how thick their skull must be considering they can't let a small statement like that sink in.

The crying thingy... I feel personally attacked. Nobody lets me do anything in peace, let alone crying. I literally use the washroom in my room and even my sister comes in there just banging on the door asking me to get the heck out of there and go somewhere else, like can't she use the other two washrooms or what? I like listening to sad stuff and reading angst cause somehow or the other it calms me down... it makes me feel at peace cause I know I'm not the only one who feels like crying. I've got a lot of friends, nobody remembers my birthday, I remember all of theirs'. They don't even text me, It's always me who takes the first step. All my friends just want me by their side cause I'm a smartass they want to show off as a trophy and cause I've got much better sarcasm than them. They just want to benefit from me. That's all. GOD, I'm not pretty at all. I look like a random idiot all the time. I look pathetic. And I lack talent... And you! I warned you, miss! You are pretty, beautiful, talented, smart, friendly, caring, kind and THE BEST!!!

I've never been given attention. Never ever. My sister has always stolen the spotlight. And I hate it. Not even my friends acknowledge me, my parents just ehhhhh. No matter how good I score, No matter how good I behave, No matter what. I'm just never good enough. My parents think of me as a rebellious kid. And I don't know what to do about that. All I've ever done is listen to them. My parents never allowed me to go out and play with my friends when I was a kid, they never let me go on overnight trips, and they barely let me spend time with the few friends I have. They never let me go to outings my school friends planned. Despite that, I never complained. I never had good friends because of that, yet I never complained. A lot of kids my age roam around in shopping malls by themselves, have sleepovers, spend money, roam around with tons of makeup on their faces, are in relationships, and even get into illegal shit. I've never done anything Like that. And yet... I'm never the good kid. I'm still the rebel.

I've got to take care of my sister almost every day. Get her to study, study myself, take care of myself while tolerating my grandmother. I really don't like my grandma, she s very fussy and just keeps yelling around the house the moment my dad and mom leave the house. I've got sensory overload because of her voice. And now I sit and have an anxiety attack almost every time she speaks. I've always got to strive for perfection as well. And I too can't sleep well at night just cause all the worries of the world, keep weighing me down.

Chaotic academia sounds good. It's the same aesthetic my sister got when I asked her to take the test! And oooh! Me too! I love those skirts and outfits they show on Pinterest. I'd love to have them someday.

My dream profession has to be that of a writer. Or perhaps even running a library. just something cozy. Ohh! I'd love to have brown hair, and I'd want to be tall just a little shorter than What I am right now. I just reached my father's height yesterday. And more or less, I'd like the rest to stay just as it is. and perhaps a lighter shade of skin tone. What about you though?

My question for you! If you were to be stranded on a beach island for a week. Who would you bring with you and how would you spend your time there. You can include whatever elements of nature you want to include like forests, lakes, and all.

Sending love, warmth, hugs, and whatever I have to spare that you would like to you!!!!

-Love from Lisette

P.S. That's an interesting family you've got, right there!

#kat the eccentric(indeed)#sweet sweet asks #dear kat #love from lisette #long post

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guys my age (taeyong/yuta)

Taeyong, fresh off of his first year of college, finds himself in a new city for his summer internship. He keeps running into a beautiful man, and Taeyong can’t help but be attracted to him. The problem? This guy is around 40, and Taeyong only just celebrated his 20th birthday.

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Characters: Taeyong, Yuta; the rest of nct intermittently

Genre: fluff, smut (lots of smut)

Warnings: AGE GAP (like taeyong is barely legal)*, daddy kink, degradation, tiny mini not-quite-panic attack, semi-public sex, jealousy/possessive behavior (but it’s mostly part of play, it’s not really real), mild impact play, general rough treatment

Rating: Explicit

Length: 5k

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*please mind the gap! I am in no way condoning or encouraging real life age gap relationships with this fic. I think there is an inherent power imbalance, and that they are rarely healthy. I still like them in fiction though, because im fucked up :) if you think it will upset you, then please don’t read it!

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The weekend passes in a pleasant haze, and too soon Taeyong is thrust back into the real world. The good news is this week they have a series of lecturers coming in on Thursday, experts and professionals who are coming to talk about their work and how they started their careers. It’s not that Taeyong isn’t interested, it’s just that it’s okay if he’s a little tired, because he can kind of zone out if he wants with no repercussions. Besides, he’s not here to actually become a producer. He just thought it would be useful for him to have the background, even if he wants to be an artist instead. So if he dozes his way through the lectures, it’s no big deal.

Jaehyun, on the other hand, is really excited. “Dude, we’ll get to see so many cool people,” he says. “This one guy, Yukkuri—he doesn’t have many pictures online, like, no social media, but I love all the shit he produces. I can’t wait for his talk.”

“Jab me when it’s his turn,” Taeyong replies, following him into the lecture hall. “I might doze off.”

“You’re insane,” Jaehyun says fondly, shaking his head.

“No, just tired,” Taeyong defends.

They take their seats beside one another. For Jaehyun’s benefit, Taeyong tries to focus, but he zones out quickly. He’s not exactly sleeping, but he’s definitely not paying attention. And then Jaehyun pokes him and hisses, “He’s next!”

Taeyong jumps a little, straightening in his seat and squinting down at the man walking up to the lectern, and almost screams out loud.

“Hey,” Jaehyun says quietly. “Isn’t that—isn’t that the guy you were with that night at the bar?”

Shit. Taeyong’s brain feels like it’s being electrocuted. Shit, shit, shit. Because that’s Yuta, smiling his strange, wide smile up at them with his hands balanced on either side of the lectern, blue suit pressed tight, tie smoothed down, beautiful white-blonde hair slicked back. They make eye contact and Taeyong feels frozen; Yuta brushes past it without even a blink. Did he know? Why wouldn’t he tell me? How did I not know?

“Taeyong?” Jaehyun whispers.

“Y-yeah, um,” Taeyong fumbles. “Yeah, that’s—that’s the family friend I’ve been staying with. I forgot you guys met a-at the bar. To be honest, I forgot most of that night. I didn’t know he was gonna be doing this, though. I didn’t know who he was.”

“That’s weird,” Jaehyun says. “Why wouldn’t he tell you?”

“Fuck if I know,” Taeyong says. “I knew he was a producer, but that’s all.”

To his relief, Jaehyun just shrugs. “Well, adults are weird,” he concedes. “Maybe it just, like, slipped his mind, or he thought your parents or someone already told you.”

Taeyong can’t pay attention to a word Yuta is saying, or to any of the next presenters. He pulls out his phone once Yuta’s done, tapping out a quick message to start doing damage control.

hey so this was a bit of a surprise. I’m just letting you know that I told Jaehyun you were a family friend, and he recognized you from the night at the bar. I told him you went to university with my uncle. last weekend, I was supposed to be at a bunch of family gatherings with you. I told him i had no idea you were yukkuri. It’s mainly a problem because he’s a fan & he’s definitely going to get me to introduce you during the banquet.

>>got it. sorry about all this , Yuta types back a minute later.

I’m sorry, too , Taeyong replies.

Just as Taeyong predicted, Jaehyun practically drags him out of the room as soon as the last presenter is finished. He holds Taeyong’s arm with both hands and pulls him into the banquet hall. “I can’t wait to meet him,” he says, going on tiptoe to see over the crowd already gathered in front of the food.

“It’s going to be quite the wait,” Taeyong points out.

They get food and eat as they wait in line. Taeyong can hear Yuta’s easy laughter floating out from where he’s sat in the corner, and his stomach swoops low every time. Jaehyun ducks away to throw out their plates when they’re done eating, and is back just in time.

“Yuta-samchon,” Taeyong greets, cringing internally. “This is Jaehyun, and he’s a big fan.”

“Hi, Yukkuri-sunbaenim,” Jaehyun says, bowing and offering his hand to shake. “I love your work.”

“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you,” Yuta says, smiling, tone clipped and professional. He turns his gaze on Taeyong. “I’m sorry, this must have been a surprise. I didn’t know it was your internship I would be presenting for.”

“Yeah, it was a bit of a shock,” Taeyong replies dryly. “Though I guess I never really asked what exactly it is you do.”

Jaehyun slings an arm around Taeyong’s shoulders, pulling him close. “I had no idea it was someone so renowned that was stealing him away over the weekends,” he says cheerfully. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have been so put out.”

“Jae—” Taeyong mutters, shifting uneasily in his hold.

Yuta flicks his eyes between them, back and forth, expression unreadable. “Well, I’m sure I could spare him,” he says. “Especially for such a… close friend.”

Jaehyun is grinning. “Only if it’s convenient,” he says.

Taeyong gives Jaehyun a side-headbutt in an attempt to get him to let go. It works. “Jaehyun treats me really well,” he says to Yuta. “Sometimes I forget that I’m older.”

“I can see that,” Yuta says.

“Anyway,” Taeyong continues, looping his arm around Jaehyun’s. “We’ll leave you to the others. See you later!”

“It was nice to meet you!” Jaehyun calls, bowing again as Taeyong tugs him away. Taeyong can feel Yuta’s eyes on his back as they disappear into the crowd. Jaehyun squeezes Taeyong’s forearm. “He’s so cool! I like his hair.”

“Yeah,” Taeyong snorts. “He goes through a lot of grief to keep it that light. You’d think, like, he could just wait a few years, and then it would come out white naturally.”

“You’re so mean!” Jaehyun says, laughing. “Though I bet once it does, he’ll start dyeing it another color. Tell him he should try red.”

Taeyong imagines Yuta with red hair and suppresses a shiver. He’d look so good. “I’ll mention it,” he says, shaking his head.

Jaehyun, luckily, seems to have used up his social battery for the day. He finds a table to sit at and Taeyong grabs a plate of snacks and follows him.

The banquet is winding down, and they don’t have to stay for the afternoon. Taeyong’s original plan was to finish up a couple of things and then head home and cook something for himself, but now he’s not quite sure.

“Hey,” Jaehyun says. “I’m probably going to head out in a little bit. Do you wanna come with me? We can go to a cafe or see a movie or something.”

Taeyong looks at him, thinking. “I… was going to stay and wrap a few things up,” he says. “But after that, I’m free.”

“I can wait,” Jaehyun offers. “I’ll just sit in the lounge and read till you’re done.”

“O-oh, I mean, if you want,” Taeyong says. It’s not really like he can say no. If he says the work will take a while, then Jaehyun will offer to help him, and he doesn’t really want that, because it’s actually quite easy. “Um, I shouldn’t be too long? I’ll let you know if anything changes, though.”

“Okay.” Jaehyun stands, grabbing Taeyong’s empty plate. “Let’s go, then.”

“‘Kay,” Taeyong says, following him out the door. He glances back over his shoulder, but doesn’t see Yuta.

Jaehyun walks with him back to the workspaces before peeling off towards the employee lounge. “Just come get me when you’re done!” he says with a wave. “I’ll check showtimes.”

Taeyong nods, waving too, and makes his way to his desk. He gets his work out and starts on one of his projects. About ten minutes pass, and then his phone buzzes in his pocket.

>>are you still at the office

It’s Yuta. Taeyong frowns slightly at the message, and types back, yeah, not for long tho. why?

>>meet me in recording studio 7 in 5 minutes

Taeyong’s heart thumps in his chest. He scoots his chair back out and tries to walk at a completely normal pace as he makes his way to the bathroom. There can be only one thing Yuta wants from this meeting. He checks his pocket and is relieved to find a tin of mints there; he picks one out and pops it in his mouth, crushing it between his teeth, rolling the shards around quickly with his tongue while he fixes his hair in the mirror.

When the mint is gone, he washes his hands and heads out and down the hall. Luckily, the recording studios are in the opposite direction as the lounge, so there’s no way Jaehyun will see him. He passes a couple of staff members who nod hello. Taeyong tries not to blush.

Yuta is waiting in the dark studio when he arrives.

“Hi,” Taeyong whispers, barely able to make out Yuta’s silhouette from the light coming through the small window on the door.

“Lock it,” Yuta says quietly. “And come here.”

Taeyong does as he’s told, flipping the lock and crossing the room to where Yuta’s sitting in front of the coffee table on the couch. As his eyes adjust to the light, he can see that Yuta’s taken his jacket off and loosened his tie around his neck so that he could undo the top button of his shirt. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows. He has one leg crossed over the other, one hand on the armrest of the chair, the other in his pocket. Taeyong swallows very hard.

“Any particular reason you wanted to meet in a recording studio with the lights all off?” Taeyong asks, not really sure what else to do.

“So, Jaehyun, huh?” Yuta’s tone is carefully conversational. Taeyong draws in a breath.

“I told you, he’s been… trying to flirt.” Taeyong shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

“Yeah.” Yuta looks at him. “Yeah, he was really friendly.”

“Yuta,” Taeyong says, reaching out. He picks up his hand and holds it in both of his. “You know it’s not like that. Not for me.”

Yuta yanks him forward; Taeyong stumbles into his lap, gasping as he falls. “D’you ever wish you could tell him exactly why you don’t want him?”

“All the time,” Taeyong breathes out, and Yuta growls, a low rumble in his chest, and kisses him.

He kisses him like he’s trying to consume him, and though Taeyong knows a lot of this is just for fun—that Yuta will absolutely stop if he tells him to stop—there’s definitely a part of him that isn’t just being possessive for the sake of it. Taeyong is reeling. He moans, wrapping his arms around Yuta’s neck, leaning forward into the kiss, letting his legs drop open.

Yuta goes to unbutton his shirt, breaking the kiss in favor of attaching his lips to Taeyong’s neck. As he’s undoing his shirt, Taeyong hears him murmur, “Is this okay?” really soft next to his ear.

“Yes, yeah,” Taeyong replies, rocking forward a little to punctuate his words.

“Good,” Yuta says. “Because it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

“Yeah?” Taeyong asks, goading him. “You didn’t like it when Jaehyun touched me, did you? I saw your eyes. What were you thinking of?”

“I wish I could’ve thrown his hands off,” Yuta says. “He had you in a headlock, almost. He was so rough. But you only like rough if it’s with the right people.”

“Mm,” Taeyong agrees. “And he’s not the right people—ah! ” Yuta had pushed his now-unbuttoned shirt off of his shoulders and closed his mouth over one of Taeyong’s nipples. “Y-Yuta.”

“Who is the right people, then, baby?” Yuta asks, low and quiet.

“You, daddy,” Taeyong says, almost plaintive.

“That’s right.” Yuta bites down gently on Taeyong’s nipple, just to tease. It makes Taeyong gasp, and while he’s distracted, Yuta pushes him up off his lap and turns him around so he’s facing the door. He tugs Taeyong’s shirt the rest of the way off and discards it beside them. “If I see him put his hands on you like that again, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“Wish you could show him,” Taeyong says breathlessly, wiggling his hips to help Yuta peel his jeans down.

“Yeah?” Yuta abandons Taeyong’s jeans and underwear where they’re tangled around his shins, and splays his hand flat against Taeyong’s chest, drawing his back against him. Goosebumps break out across Taeyong’s arms when he feels the hard line of Yuta’s cock pressed against his ass. Yuta hooks his chin on his shoulder, nosing at his neck. “You wanna show him how bad you want me? Want my cock? You want him to know how you open right up for me, how you cry, how you call me daddy?”

“Yes,” Taeyong whimpers, trembling. In the back of his mind, he feels a little bad for dragging Jaehyun into this. But, he supposes, it’s kind of Jaehyun’s fault to begin with. Taeyong never wanted him to like him, after all. “So he’d know it’s you. Not him.”

“Me?” Yuta nips at his neck, then pushes him down. Taeyong catches himself with his hands, knees almost buckling. He hears rustling behind him—Yuta taking off his clothes, he assumes, and then the telltale crinkling of what Taeyong has to guess is a packet of lube. “Are you sure? ‘Cuz he wasn’t the only one doing the touching, was he? You were all over him, too, weren’t you?”

“N-no,” Taeyong denies, and is rewarded by a sharp smack on the ass. He moans softly and relaxes against the table, pillowing his head on his arms. “I wasn’t,” he insists.

Yuta hits him again. “No? Don’t lie to me, baby. You were clinging to his arm. I mean,” he continues, voice taking on a tone of overdone false politeness. “Who could blame you? He has nice arms, doesn’t he? Probably a nice body, too. He’s taller than daddy, isn’t he? And much stronger. Probably bigger.” Taeyong feels a lube-slick finger against his entrance. “He could probably stuff this little hole so well. That’s what you want, isn’t it, slut?”

“No,” Taeyong repeats, cheeks flaming, tears threatening on his waterline. “No, no, daddy, I don’t. I don’t care if he’s bigger.” Yuta makes a disbelieving noise in the back of his throat, pushing his finger into Taeyong. Even though his words are harsh, almost cruel, his touch is still gentle. “I don’t care,” Taeyong says. “I like your cock. Always fuck me so well.”

“I do, don’t I?” Yuta’s voice is cold and patronizing; he eases his finger in-out, in-out, quick but not vicious, just enough to make Taeyong’s head spin. “Could Jaehyun fuck you like I do?”

“No,” Taeyong says immediately, sure of it. “Daddy, please, hurry.”

“Hurry?” To his credit, Yuta does add a second finger anyway. “What, you afraid we’re gonna get caught?”

“Someone could see through the window,” Taeyong protests, though he makes absolutely no move to remedy it. It’s light outside and dark inside; what little light does fall in the room fades at the other side of the coffee table. Someone would have to come in, or press their face to the glass to see. Still, it’s possible, and it makes Taeyong feel like his skin is on fire.

Yuta knows him all too well. “You’d like it, though, wouldn’t you?” He bends over him and presses a row of kisses down Taeyong’s spine. “If someone were to happen by and see you, lying here on your tummy while you let daddy use your pretty body to come?”

“I’d get fired,” Taeyong says, but he’s giggling.

“Well, good thing you have me, then, hm?” Yuta adds another finger and pumps them in and out of Taeyong, curling them against his prostate, again and again until his legs are shaking. “No one will see us,” he says. Taeyong can hear his smile. “Who’s even still here? Bet you were the only overachiever who stayed late to get some work done.”

Taeyong freezes. He forgot Yuta doesn’t know Jaehyun’s still here, waiting for him patiently in the lounge, oblivious to what Taeyong’s really up to. “Um,” Taeyong says, swallowing.

“What?” There’s real concern in Yuta’s voice. “What is it, baby?”

“Well—Jaehyun’s still here, too,” Taeyong admits. “He—he said he’d wait ’til I was done working so we could go catch a movie.”

Yuta yanks his fingers out; Taeyong’s cock throbs from both the sensation and his anticipation. “You’re going on a date with Jaehyun, and you were about to let me fuck you like it was nothing?”

Taeyong isn’t sure exactly what he means, but he rushes to deny it anyway. “No, no, it’s not a date,” he says. “He—he just said he was free and asked if I was too. I—I couldn’t say no, he knows I don’t do anything on weeknights. I didn’t want him asking too many questions, so—so I just said yes.”

Yuta is silent behind him, and Taeyong is too scared to move and find out what’s going on. His heart is pounding in his ears; he’s surprised Yuta can’t hear it. Maybe he can. He squeezes his eyes shut. He knows it’s not as serious as they’re pretending—of course Yuta knows he would never, of course he’s not actually this angry—but logic is far away right now. Blaring louder in his head is the thought that he’s disappointed Yuta, that he’s been a bad boy.

And Yuta—god, Yuta is so good. He puts his hand on Taeyong’s arm, brushing the pads of his fingers over his skin. “Baby, you’re shaking,” he says. “You okay?”

Taeyong doesn’t know how to respond. A tear slips down his cheek unbidden, and he sniffles, more angry at himself for being like this than truly upset. Yuta doesn’t miss it, though; he flips him over gently as he can, and scoops him up, cradling him to his chest.

“Daddy,” Taeyong mumbles.

“Oh, honey, no,” Yuta says. “Shh, it’s okay. Don’t cry, hm? Don’t cry. I get it, okay? You didn’t want to be mean, or make it awkward. You didn’t know I was gonna drag you in here. How could you know? And it’s not like you need my permission to go out with your friends.”

Taeyong sobs softly against Yuta’s chest. “I know,” he says. “I just—” But he doesn’t know what he’s trying to say. It feels like Yuta doesn’t trust him, doesn’t trust that he’s mature enough or smart enough to make his own decisions. It hurts that Yuta seems to think none of this matters to him. But it’s not supposed to, right? It’s just a fun, albeit unconventional, little fling, so why should Taeyong care so much what Yuta thinks? Wouldn’t saying it betray how much he likes Yuta, how attached he’s grown? And isn’t that against the rules? They can’t have a future. So what’s the point?

“Baby?” Yuta prompts softly.

Taeyong shakes his head, wiping his tears away. “’Snothing,” he says. “Just—I didn’t know what to do.”

“D’you wanna stop?”

“No!” Taeyong exclaims, surprising Yuta a little. “No,” he repeats softer. It’s the last thing he wants. “Please, fuck me. I want to feel it when I’m out tonight. So I can sorta have you with me.”

Yuta nods, expression going hard again. “You want a reminder of what I can give you, is that it?”

“Yes,” Taeyong says, relieved. “Please.” He lets Yuta spin him back around, collapsing happily back on the cool surface of the coffee table.

“What if you’re limping? What’ll you say to Jaehyun?” Yuta asks, teasing. Taeyong hears crinkling again, and realizes Yuta’s using a condom. He knows it’s because it’ll be easier to clean up, so he can’t be upset, but he’s still a little put out.

“I’ll just let him guess,” Taeyong says. “He’d never be able to get it right, and ‘snot like he can ask me outright, anyway.”

Yuta laughs darkly as he lines himself up with Taeyong’s hole. “We’re gonna have to be quick now, baby,” he says. “Didn’t know you had somebody waiting.”

“It’s okay if it’s quick,” Taeyong says. “As long as it hurts.”

“I can promise that much,” Yuta says, and pushes into him. Taeyong’s mouth drops open—Yuta’s prep was cursory and distracted, so he’s still a little tight. The stretch burns, but Taeyong doesn’t mind. He wants it, relishes it, grits his teeth at the drag and moans through them, tongue heavy in his mouth.

Yuta is so fucking stupid, he thinks to himself. What’s there to be jealous for? As if I’d want anything other than this. As soon as the movement isn’t difficult, Yuta picks up the pace. The coffee table shifts with each thrust, and Taeyong reaches an arm out in an attempt to hold it in place. He wants Yuta to rail him, and for that they need a sturdy surface.

He’s glad they need to make it quick in a way, though. As much as he likes it when they drag this out, Taeyong needs to come. Even with the little pause they took for his untimely breakdown, he’s still hard and needy. His cock is drooling precome against the side of the table where it smears against his thighs, messier with each stroke in.

“More,” he demands, voice thick.

“You always want more,” Yuta says, but he gives it to him, grip tightening on his waist. The room is filled with the sharp noise of skin on skin, ringing in Taeyong’s ears. It hurts, and it’s perfect. “Like that?” Yuta grits out.

“Y-yeah,” Taeyong says. “Feels so good, daddy, fuck.”

“You’re tight,” Yuta hisses. “‘M not gonna last long.”

“I’m not, either,” Taeyong says. “Please, daddy, I don’t care, I just wanna come.” Yuta doesn’t reply, just groans and fucks him harder, hitting his prostate every time. Taeyong’s cock drags against the coffee table; it’s not much, but it’s enough to make him feel weak. “Oh, god,” Taeyong moans, covering his face with his hands. “Shit, Yuta, ‘m gonna come.”

“Gonna come for me?” Yuta pants. “Gonna come on my cock?”

“Fu-uck, oh, fuck, yes, yesyesyes.” Taeyong can’t be bothered to be fully coherent, but he knows Yuta doesn’t mind. With this angle, Yuta can get so deep. It’s easy for him to go really hard, too, so Taeyong’s not really surprised he’s been reduced to a mess so quickly. He doesn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed, not even when he’s coming against the side of the table a few moments later. “Daddy,” he breathes out as he tries to catch his breath. “Oh god, daddy.”

“You sound so sweet, baby,” Yuta says. “God, you’re perfect.”

Taeyong just hums, a smile stretching across his face as Yuta stills. He feels the heat of his come even through the condom, and he sighs, breath hiccuping when Yuta pulls out.

Taeyong gingerly pulls up his jeans and underwear; he’ll have to stop at the bathroom to clean up the mess the lube made. “Are there tissues somewhere?” he asks Yuta as he’s buttoning up his shirt.

“On the desk.” Yuta drops the tied condom in the trash and reaches over to grab something. “Here.” He tosses the box to Taeyong, who fumbles to catch it.

They clean up in silence, and then stand facing each other for a moment. Taeyong leans in for a kiss, and Yuta holds him close. It’s sweet and fierce, and a few long moments pass before they break away.

“You go first,” Yuta says, brushing some of Taeyong’s hair back into place. “Jaehyun is waiting.”

Taeyong presses his lips together, letting Yuta fix his clothes a little. “We’re not—he just wants to go see a movie. I promise it’s nothing.”

“Okay,” Yuta whispers.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night?”

“Yeah,” Yuta replies. “I’ll be around yours, six o’clock sharp.”

“It’s a date,” Taeyong says, and then slips out the door and into the bright light of the hall.

He heads to the bathroom on unsteady legs to freshen up, grateful that he doesn’t pass anyone on his way. There’s no way I’m getting my work done now. He’s only been gone for about twenty or thirty minutes, but he never intended to stay very late to begin with. It’s fine, he thinks as he ambles back to his desk. I’ll just get it done tomorrow. He logs out, putting his things away, plucks his coat up from the back of his chair, and goes to find Jaehyun.

“Ready?” Jaehyun looks up from his phone when Taeyong enters the lounge. “I found this movie showing in about an hour at that cinema in the mall? It’s a cartoon, like—for kids, but it looks good.” He hands his phone to Taeyong so he can see. “I thought maybe we could grab a bite to eat at that cafe on the second floor before.”

“Sounds good,” Taeyong agrees, passing his phone back to him.

“How’d your work go?” Jaehyun asks as they head out onto the street.

Taeyong chances a glance over his shoulder. Yuta is coming around the corner into the lobby as the doors of the building slide shut. Taeyong sees his eyes widen in recognition right before he disappears from view, and his stomach clenches with a new sort of anxiety. “Good,” he answers vaguely, realizing Jaehyun is still waiting. “It was good.”

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“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Taeyong says as soon as he’s in the car with the door shut.

“Well, it’s not really something that naturally comes up in conversation,” Yuta points out, though he sounds kind of sheepish.

Taeyong just huffs as Yuta starts the car and pulls away from the apartment complex. “I can’t believe you didn’t even think to mention it to me, though. You know I have an internship for music production. You couldn’t have bothered to check if the presentation you were giving happened to be for mine?” Taeyong asks.

“In my defense, there are a lot of music-related internships in this city,” Yuta replies. “And I didn’t want to talk about work. It’s not fun, right?”

“Well, it’s also not fun to find out that the guy I’m fucking is a world-renowned producer,” Taeyong says. “A world-renowned producer that the guy who’s maybe-definitely flirting with me is a huge fan of. Also, I found this out after being half asleep for the better part of an hour.”

“Where did you guys go?” Yuta asks. “After? I saw you leaving.”

“For coffee, and then a movie,” Taeyong says, fidgeting a little. “He didn’t, like, try anything, though.”

“I see.” Yuta is quiet for a moment. “Taeyong, all those things I said—it’s…” He trails off; Taeyong doesn’t try to hurry him along. “It’s okay, if you’d rather be with him. I won’t be angry. Yeah, I get a little jealous, but it’s only because you said you’d choose me over him. If you change your mind, just tell me, and I’ll back off, okay?”

“Yuta,” Taeyong says, confused. “I told you, I don’t want him. All the things I said? I meant it, okay?” He reaches over and puts his hand on Yuta’s thigh. “I want you.” Sighing, he shifts his seatbelt down under his right arm, and then leans across the console to rest his cheek on Yuta’s leg. He runs his thumb over the rough fabric of Yuta’s jeans. “I want you, daddy.”

Yuta brings a hand down off the steering to pet Taeyong’s hair. “Okay,” he says, but he doesn’t sound convinced.

After that, though, the weekend is all back to normal. They don’t mention any of it—Jaehyun, their meeting in the studio; it’s like it never happened. Yuta cooks Taeyong dinner and breakfast and lunch, holds him close at night, and fucks him until he’s sore and tired and so, so happy, so Taeyong assumes that’s the end of it.

It’s Sunday evening and Taeyong is taking his time in the bathtub while Yuta goes about fixing them some post-sex snacks. The water is rapidly cooling, but Taeyong’s limbs feel so heavy. He knows he should get out before he falls asleep, but it’s difficult to convince himself to move. Yuta pops his head in the bathroom to check on him and chuckles when he sees him dozing.

“What?” Taeyong asks, raising his head.

“You still have soap in your hair, baby,” Yuta says. Taeyong reaches up to try and get it, but Yuta gets there first. “Here, let me.”

Taeyong closes his eyes, melting under Yuta’s touch. He rinses his head off for him and then pulls him to his feet amid protests. “‘M tired,” Taeyong whines.

“Well, you can’t sleep in the tub, honey,” Yuta says, giving him a patient, affectionate smile. “C’mon. I know you’re just choosing to be difficult.”

“It’s only ‘cuz you always let me,” Taeyong replies, self-satisfied. “See?” He adds when Yuta wraps his towel around him, patting him dry. “You’re an enabler. I’m only like this because I know you’ll take care of me.”

Yuta just says, “Yeah,” hanging the towel back up and gesturing him into the bedroom where snacks are waiting. Taeyong presses a dried sweet potato to his tongue, sinking down onto the bed as he chews. Yuta is moving slowly; it’s not lethargic so much as he seems lost in thought.

“You okay?” Taeyong asks when he approaches the bed.

Yuta’s eyes are vacant and it takes him a moment to respond. He unfurrows his brow and gives Taeyong a half-smile. “Yeah,” he says absently as he climbs into bed beside him. “I’m all good. Could you pass me some of the green tea mochi?”

Taeyong does, feeling a little lost. His mind flicks back to how he felt that day in the studio. It’s almost like Yuta’s miles away suddenly, lost in worries that he can’t or won’t tell Taeyong about. What is it? Taeyong wants to ask, but he doesn’t want to push it. Nothing he tells himself soothes the gnawing fear growing in his belly, either. Even when Yuta cuddles him that night, he seems distracted, like he’s somewhere else entirely. Taeyong doesn’t know how to get him back.

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Harry x Reader- New Girl

Hey could you do a Harry Potter x reader fic, where reader doesn’t know anything about Harry Potter like the scar or anything but she is still a witch and Harry falls for her because she doesn’t know how famous he is

Your father had been given a promotion, one that had forced you and your family to leave America and buy some sleepy cottage in England that your mother demanded to have. You couldn’t deny that it was beautiful and exciting, yet you were lonely. To all of your fellow students you were an oddity. You spoke strangely, you listened to bizarre music, you ate strange candies and disliked their favorites. You just simply didn’t fit in.

It was easiest to fly under the radar, keep your head down and do well in your studies but even that was hard to do. You often found yourself traveling around the grounds of the school alone, admiring the beautiful castle that you had come to adore in an objective sort of way. There was no doubting that Hogwarts was a magical place.

You just wished you could make a friend.

You kept to the back as people chattered excitedly around you, Dumbledore at the head of the great hall, eyes scanning over his students with pride and amusement at the antics. The first trial of the Triwizard Tournament had just been completed and Hogwarts’ students were full of pride, the contestants being the only source of topic.

“Did you see how Cedric-” One hufflepuff chittered to her friend in excitement as she passed your table, her voice fading into the crowd as she vanished. You took a long sip of pumpkin juice and looked around, taking in the students you still hadn’t gotten to know yet.

Kids in your house weren’t cruel, in fact they were quite helpful, but nobody seemed to want to know you on a more personal level. They had nothing to relate to you with and once that barrier was up, they wouldn’t let it come down.

Even the festivities going on hadn’t been enough of a motive to befriend you and so you watched the tournament from the back of the stands, half paying attention to the two Hogwarts contestants that everyone seemed to go wild over. There was Cedric Diggory, a handsome Hufflepuff you had heard too much about to invest any interest in, and then there was another boy that seemed to be spoken about often. Henry Pots? Harley Peter?

“Harry’s brilliant on a broom!” You caught a Gryffindor exclaim from the seat, shoving a pumpkin pastie in their mouth.

“Potter just got lucky this time around,” A slytherin sneered, their voice floating up from the crowd, jealousy souring their voice.

Harry Potter! That was the boy that nobody got enough of. It seemed he could do no wrong, yet was always in trouble. A fan favorite of the students but a magnet for danger. You had yet to see what curse this boy seemed to drag along with him and you were grateful for it. Your mother had heard of the safety issues involving Hogwarts and it had taken your father a great deal to calm her down. Somehow, you doubted that a single teenager could cause so much strife. You were sure it was all rumors.

You weren’t interested in knowing the top dogs of the school. You didn’t want to be an outcast either, but you simply didn’t care about who you were friends with so long as you had someone. It had been a lonely few months and you grew more exhausted every day with sending cheerful letters to your mother about how great everything was going when in fact you were feeling miserable.

You didn’t need a Harry Potter or a Cedric Diggory. You just wanted to not be alone.

Harry peered into the darkness of his bedroom, fumbling for his glasses as he stepped out of his bed, drawing the curtains closed and tiptoeing to the door after grabbing the invisibility cloak from his chest. His mind was reeling and he needed some fresh air. The first challenge was still fresh in his thoughts and he couldn’t help but smile.

He had been chased by the horntail and come out on top! It was a rush of adrenaline that kept him wide awake during the late hours of the night. Harry was feeling quite proud of himself but he also wondered what the golden egg could possibly mean next for him. Admittedly, he still had a bit of a headache after releasing the clasp at the top. The shrieking from within had rattled his eardrums.

Maybe a walk would help him understand what to do next.

He easily waded through the halls, cloak secured around him, eyes and ears sharp in case someone was patrolling for kids out past curfew. Luckily, he had done this enough times that he could easily come and go without being caught.

Stepping onto the grounds, Harry let the breeze settle over him. The tension left his shoulders and let his feet carry him wherever they wished to go. He stalled however when he saw a figure in the distance, a lighter shadow against the inky sky that had swallowed the moon. It was hard to make out anything specific of this person and Harry felt his stomach twist, his heart thumping painfully.

However, his scar remained unresponsive and he took comfort in that. Nowadays, he felt like he had to look over his shoulder and keep his eyes peeled for any sign of danger. His name being in the goblet had been odd enough and he wasn’t looking forward to any more upsets.

Harry froze as the figure moved, rounding the curve of the black lake and coming nearer to him. He was tempted to keep his cloak on but then he caught sight of a friendly face, a face that he had been meaning to know.

Pulling the cloak from his head, he bunched it in his hands and began walking with a purpose. You, however, didn’t hear him. When he suddenly seemed to materialize out of nowhere, you jumped; a short scream getting stuck in your throat as you recognized him. He was a gryffindor in your year but that was as much as you knew about him. There was something familiar about him but you couldn’t quite put your name on it.

“Jesus Christ!” You hollered, hand flying to your chest as you stared at the teen with unruly hair and crooked glasses. “When did you- How did you-?”

“Been here for ten minutes, invisibility cloak,” The boy explained with an easy smile, holding the patterned cloak in his hand.

“You’re kidding me,” You gasped softly, taking two steps forward as your hands bunched in the material, pulling away quickly as you accidentally squeezed his hand. “Hogwarts makes me feel like I’m new to magic, Ilvermorny never had stuff like this,”

Harry smiled with pride, he had managed to impress you. It was rare that he wasn’t stumbling over his own two feet and wondering how to get someone’s attention. He had been wondering how to befriend you since he’d seen you on the train, whispers of your previous school spreading between students. Harry liked odd, he seemed to attract it, and to everyone else you were the definition of the word.

“Gift from my dad. Sort of.” Harry found himself explaining, eyeing the cloak.

“Sort of?” You asked, head tilted to the side. “So, what? You stole it?” Your voice was teasing and low and you had a mischievous glint to your eye that sparkled in the night.

Harry flushed and shrugged, surprised you didn’t know. “Erm, no. H-he was killed by Voldemort-” You didn’t even flinch, yet he could see your expression start to morph to something full of pity and embarrassment. “-Dumbledore held on to it and gave it to me,”

“I’m so sorry-” You began, eyes sad and bottom lip stuck out in a guilt-ridden pout.

“You didn’t know?” Harry had to ask, scratching the back of his head as you two stood still in the grass, the water of the lake pushed up against the sides of the earth it resided within.

“We haven’t met have we?” You questioned, eyes narrowed. You found this boy to be odd, his surprise at you not knowing his father’s fate was all around surprising. How were you supposed to know of such a tragedy? You were far from friends.

“No, we haven’t,” Harry said easily but understanding dawned on him in the form of a smirk. “You don’t know who I am do I?”

“Is that supposed to make you sound important” You shot back, eyebrow raised.

Harry fought with himself. He got the impression that you wouldn’t take kindly to him saying, “Im sort of a big deal seeing as I defeated the dark lord before i could even speak”. Instead he opted for, “N-No, I just know a lot of people and a lot of people know me. They probably know too much but I thought since you’d been here since the beginning of the year, you’d know too,”

“I don’t get around much,” You explained, shrugging your shoulders as if the weight of loneliness didn’t make it feel as if you were trying to raise cinder blocks up to your ears.

“Well then,” Harry said, fumbling to get his hand from his jean pocket. “I’m Harry, Harry Potter,”

You stuck out your hand, but paused halfway, mouth dropping in recognition. “The triwizard kid!”

Harry laughed. “I’ve been known as worse,”

You shook his hand, a smile on your face that he had never seen before. It was genuine and warm, yet a lot of perpetual surprise lingered- like you couldn’t quite believe you were having a conversation with someone. “It’s nice to meet you,”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Ilvermorny,” Harry teased and you groaned, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t think there is anything worse you could call me,” You grimaced. “Nobody cares to learn my name around here,”

“You didn’t offer it, I didn’t ask,” Harry shrugged and you were finding him quite strange, but no less pleasant. You were starting to understand why others so quickly believed he brought trouble. Yet, you didn’t mind it. He was refreshing and new.

“Y/N, you can call me Y/N,” You supplied. “Can I ask why you’re out here?”

Harry thought for a moment, taking a step forward. You followed his lead, the both of you falling into a comfortable pace as you walked around the grounds- having grown bored standing in place. Harry wanted to be moving and tiring himself out so that he could finally rest. “Mind if I ask first?”

Deciding you didn’t want to chance scaring off the only person you had gotten the chance to speak to thus far, you spoke first. “It’s nice out here. Helps me think when I cant sleep. And to be honest, it’s a bit odd sleeping in a room full of strangers,”

Harry’s eyebrows scrunched to the space between his eyes, his large glasses wiggling around on his nose. “You’ve had the same room since arriving, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” You meant to speak simply but it seemed he was confused. “I-I don’t get along well with the other girls. Well, with anyone if I’m being honest. I’m just the weird Ilvermorny girl, no one wants to know Y/N,”

“I come here to think too,” Harry offered after a moments silence. “And, for what it’s worth, I think Y/N is pretty cool,”

Your cheeks flushed and you couldn’t help the airy giggle that left you. You were certain that that was the first real laugh that anyone had been able to draw from you since the year began. Harry Potter was turning out to be much different than you had believed.

“Maybe next time I’m out here, I’ll run into you again,” You chanced, hoping that you would.

“Chances are good,” Harry smiled at your subtle proposition. “I don’t usually talk to friends when I come out here, but maybe I need to change that,”

Friend. The word rang loud and clear in your head and you couldn’t fight the grin that was present. Not much longer after, Harry said farewell and you returned to your dorm but it would be much longer until you were able to sleep. You were feeling optimistic, and you were quite certain that you had just made your first friend since arriving to Hogwarts.

Harry watched the sun rise from his spot leaning against a tree and even if hours had passed since you had gone to sleep he found that you were still on his mind. He sincerely hoped that you two would happen upon each other again. You were a rare treat in this school. Everyone knew him before he had a chance to know them. If he played his cards right, he’d be able to get to know you without anyone else planting stories in your head.

For the first time since arriving at Hogwarts, you weren’t just the new girl. And for the first time in his life Harry Potter wasn’t just the chosen one. Maybe, just maybe, you two could build a friendship that surpassed judgement and preconceptions. Maybe, you two could have something beautiful.

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#harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry x reader #ask #request #anon ask #harry x ilvermorny!reader #harry potter x ilvermorny!reader #fluff #the title comes from the fact that my sis started watching new girl again

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love-and-anarchy-au · 3 years

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Love & Anarchy: Chapter 23

hey, merry xmas!! i hope you are having a pleasant morning/evening as i am <3 i decided to post this chapter as i have nothing else to do but finish this harmful au (and im not ready ofc). consider this a small present, as its not violent nor painful, just a bunch of prodigies gathering and organizating a ‘small’ revolt. merry xmas again! hope you enjoy this little chapter <3

REMEMBER THIS AU HAPPENS IN THE SAME UNIVERSE THAT THIS ONE

Find out what this AU is about here

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Part 2: A teen named Ace Artino

17 years old Alec

“Here we are.”

Each and every one of the recruits was present, present where they had been called to meet. Leroy Flinn, wearing a pair of faded jeans here and there, a T-shirt from an old band, and his greasy hair. Henry Bleach, in his baggy hoodie, his paint-stained high-end sneakers, and his hair on fire. Bruce Chapman, in a worn out wool sweater, round glasses, and the strange ashen guidy jaff of him. Margot Climat, her hair in a very long braid, a glossy black leather jacket and boots, and a shiny white shirt that boasted the word ‘purchasing power’ in Alec’s eyes. Carrie Harper, in a jean jacket and pants, an old worn out short-sleeved T-shirt, and her hair in a bun. Honey Harper, in a soft yellow dress, a pair of old leather sandals, and her hair like a curly blonde cloud.

And Alec, in the blackish blue sweater that had been Alexandra’s, the coat James had given him for his last birthday, stolen leather boots, and his hair combed to the side. He had decided to be relaxed, to give an impression of respect but also of confidence; that was also the reason why he had called them to that specific place.

A twenty-four-hour pizzeria in the middle of the western suburbs.

So there they were, at three in the morning, eating the cold pizza that was left over from the kitchen of the place.

Alec inhaled subtly.

“Before I start telling you the ideas I had for our project,” they had decided to call their revolution a ‘project’, so as not to take any risks; although it was most likely that only they were listening, “we should introduce ourselves, as I am (and not even completely), the only one that knows you all. You already know who I am, so please, Leroy, could you start?”

The aforementioned looked at Alec with wide eyes; he had cut him off in the middle of putting a slice of pizza in his mouth. Leroy cleared his throat.

“Well mmm... I'm Leroy Flinn, I'm nineteen years old…”

That was when Honey cut him off with a sarcastic laugh.

“What is this? Alcoholic Anonymous?”

Leroy blushed, Alec took a breath, Carrie gave her sister a reproachful look.

“No, Miss Harper, we are planning a project, a big one; it will take our lives forever.” Alec paused and looked at everyone. The next thing he said to everyone was, in a stern voice to make them feel what he was saying. “Maybe you’re thinking ‘It's just a project’ but no, my dears, it’s a pledge. This is a choice you make now and that will change your lives completely. If any of you just don't feel like liberating the most oppressed group of society, fine then, you can leave and miss the glory of doing this. It is your choice and your choice only.”

Nobody said anything. Everyone except Margot looked at the ground.

His and James’ voice complimented him on being so persuasive.

I’m so proud, my dear Ace.

He cleared his throat and motioned for Leroy to continue, with a nod of his head.

“As I was saying, I'm nineteen years old and I have the ability of generating acids that ooze on my skin,” Leroy said, his voice a little shaky. To demonstrate, he took a napkin from the table, placed it on his hand, and without applying pressure, burned it only with his powers. Honey arched an eyebrow, not being dismissive or shocked.

“Thank you, Leroy. May you continue, Henry?”

He smiled friendly and settled into his seat.

“Hey everyone, my name is Henry Bleach, but please just call me Henry. I'm eighteen and I can melt into magma anytime,” he introduced himself, his smile still on his lips.

“Wouldn't you mind doing a demonstration?” Honey asked, in a clearly sarcastic voice. Alec resisted the urge to ask Honey to be quiet until it was her turn, but he had a better idea.

“Miss Harper, wouldn't you mind introducing yourself? I can see you can’t resist talking so…”

She blushed but nodded.

“My name is Honey Harper, I'm twenty years old and I can control any kind of bee. Watch,” she requested and a bee crawled out of her fluffy hair, landing on one of her knuckles like a ring. Margot was looking at her mesmerized, Carrie was looking at her with wide eyes, as if she was still shocked by such ability.

“Bruce, can you continue?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Hi folks! I'm Bruce Chapman, twenty-three years old, psychics student. My power is to manipulate atoms, break them and put them together,” he introduced himself radiantly, and to exemplify his complicated power, he took up another napkin; he turned it to dust in one blink and a paper cup in another. Everyone except Alec, who could do the exact same thing but with another concept, was surprised and cheered softly. Bruce blushed.

“Margot…” Alec said, when Margot herself began to introduce herself.

“I am Margot Climat, fifteen years old, and my ability is complicated. I'm able not only to control the weather but also change with it. The color of my eyes is defined by the color of the sky and my hairstyle, by the wind and humidity. It’s insane, I know.”

“It is fantastic,” Alec expressed, and the others agreed with a nod. Margot smiled with her teeth, which were as radiant as her clothes.

“Who's next? Carrie?” Alec inquired and granted the word to the quiet Carrie Harper.

“Good night everyone, I’m named Carrie Harper, I’m seventeen years old and as you must have noticed, I’m Honey’s little sister. My power isn’t as cool as hers but here’s what I can do.”

She closed her eyes and the plant that was on the table behind her began to grow and grow and spread until it curled up on Carrie's forearm, which was a couple of meters away until that moment. The plant had grown so much that it began to wither and return to its original place, intact though it had just died. Carrie opened her eyes and breathed out, at the same time that she reached for a slice of pizza and brought it to her mouth, as if recharging energy. Honey snickered and gave her sister a friendly nudge.

“Well done, Flower Power,” she crooned.

Carrie didn't reply.

Alec rubbed his palms together and cleared her throat.

“Now that we know each other's names and ages, we can proceed to the plan. Let’s not ever forget what we are here for, what’s our goal. It isn’t getting power, nor fame, nor destroying this society just because. It is freeing our people, once and for all. It is making a change, an unforgettable one. No matter what it takes, no matter how many sacrifices we have to make, we will change this world.”

At all costs, whispered the voice in his mind.

“At all costs,” Alec repeated.

They all nodded.

“To make a change, we have to destroy this empire. Turning down an empire has three parts: infrastructure, government and society. First, we're going to knock down bridges. Shatter roads. Tear down buildings. Smash everything we can. To the sake of this, under the cause of freeing prodigies, freeing ourselves from the chains we have around our necks. We’re going to warn them, and when they don’t listen (because they won’t, they don’t even try to), we’re going to keep breaking down every significant construction in Gatlon.”

Those present gulped. Honey's eyes were shining.

“Are you willing to do this?”

They nodded again. A fire flared in Alec's chest.

“Now, the next part of this project is the hardest. Being the Saviors of our kind means sacrificing many things but above all of them, means sacrificing innocence. We’ll have to wash our hands with blood, when we erase the government, and do what has to be done. These people we’re going to punish, aren’t innocent at all. These people deserve the worst punishment they can receive, and that’s what we’re going to give them.”

He looked each of them in the eye, one at a time. There was fear, anxiety, courage, but above all, a will stronger than a diamond.

“Are you willing to do this?”

This time, they responded with their voices.

“Yes, I am.”

Alec grinned with his teeth, trying not to look like a maniac.

“The last part of this plan is society. Once their leaders are gone, we’ll proclaim ourselves the ones that made that possible. We’re going to demand rights for prodigies, and encourage prodigies to be themselves, to break everything, to do what has to be done, to be anarchic.”

From Leroy to Carrie, they watched him, spellbound by his speech, by his promise of freedom. Seeing everyone so trusting in him gave Alec his identity.

“Because that's what we are: Anarchists.”

It was with that that he ended his speech. They applauded him silently, so as not to attract attention (although they had the place to themselves), but the true compliment was the euphoria on their faces, the hope, the strength.

They were unstoppable under his leadership.

They drank their soda cans.

They ate the remaining slices of pizza.

They laughed, chatted and got to know each other more thoroughly. They told where they came from, how they came, why they came. They mourned their losses, and fell silent to remember the lost. They remembered why they were planning what they were planning. They discussed more details of the plan, until they reached one of vital importance.

“Wait! What about the costumes, and the aliases and the…?” vomited Honey, waving her hands hysterically, shaking her slice of pizza.

Alec raised his index finger and placed it on Honey's lips, brushing them more than touching them.

“Say that again, but slowly and justified,” he asked, and let her speak.

She took a breath.

“I mean, we will just go dressed in normal clothes, using our names? We must have the attention of every citizen in Gatlon, and dressing this kind of clothes,” she pointed out to herself and her sister, “and using such a boring name like 'Honey Harper', we won't be disguised. We must be unique, have names that are unforgettable, be… heroes.”

Carrie sighed and was about to say something when Alec nodded.

“I find your idea, Miss Harper, very practical. Let's do it.”

She blushed.

“Choose your alias, please. One by one; Leroy, you start,” Alec indicated and granted the word to the first recruit.

Leroy stuttered and proclaimed himself as:

“Cyanide? I guess it's okay.”

Alec nodded.

“It’s perfect. Henry, please continue.”

Henry grinned with his teeth.

“Magma.”

Alec smiled in amusement, perhaps because it was a very specific alias.

“Bruce, your turn.”

He laughed as a child.

“Atomic Brain. It’s ingenious, I believe.”

Alec smiled subtly and looked at Margot, asking her to name herself

“Tempest,” she announced, sure of herself and her new identity.

She gave Alec a smile.

He just looked at her, and he requested:

“Carrie?”

She gulped.

“Flower Power.”

Honey laughed.

“You got attached to it, didn’t you?”

Alec cleared his throat.

“Miss Harper, please.”

Honey sighed, dramatic.

“Queen Bee, of course.”

Alec sighed, and uttered his alias.

“I am Ace Anarchy.”

Honey smiled, and commented:

“Of course you are.”

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Alfie Solomons NSFW Headcanons

some NASTY anons requested this to satisfy their thirst for this man. i would tag them but since i dont have a source im just gonna hope they see this. should i write a fic for this mans???

N S F W :

- big man = big dick and thats just the facts

- pretty sweet and tired all the time so he's probably slow unless he's feeling REALLY frustrated with anything and everything that happened during the day. seriously if some guy kept pissing him off while he was at work that day you best believe hes gonna take out his frustrations on you in a not-domestically-abusive way

- maybe around 7″ long and with a pretty good girth (like 5 inches around). he's obviously circumcised but he never trims his hair down there (I mean look at his fucking beard you think this man gives a shit about anything under the belt???) so you'll probably have to get comfy down there really quick and not complain too much about the whole ass bush down there. erect he's only like an inch or too larger but it makes all the difference when you're on your knees and eye-level with it trying to figure out how to fit it in your mouth

- when he's riled up it turns a bit pink at the top and he starts to spill over himself, his breath becoming quick and erratic as he groans at any sort of touch. he's VERY sensitive and very very greedy for touch. he tries to say he doesn't need you to love on him like you do, but in all honestly he needs it more than anything

- hairy mans. obviously. and has tattoos!!! he's kindof muscular too, and so what ends up happening is that you've got this Jewish beefcake bear sitting in your living room in nothing but pants smiling and opening his arms for you to either sit on him or give him a hug. either is fine with him

- maybe into bdsm??? unlikely since he doesnt really give a shit about the whole thing, but is perfectly fine with it if you yourself enjoy it. like yeah call him daddy and he might grunt and pull your hair a little, but we all know he's a bear anyway. kindof wants you to sit in his lap??? kindof doesnt??? know??? how to say that???

- is NOT vocal about his kinks at all, you end up finding them out eventually though. here are the ones in order;

+lap-sitting

+messy makeup sex

+quickies in his office

+oral

+anything he hasn't tried yet

- lowkey might panic a little if you ask him to choke you. like, what if he hurts you? that's a fuckton of responsibility on one man. not that you shouldn't trust him, he's just worried? like why choked? why can't you just be loved?

- “oh...so you want me to...ehhh- choke you? Like wrap my hands around your throat, yeah?”

- “Uhm, yes,,, yes I do. It's fine if you don't-”

- “You'd better be thinking of my reward then, love.”

- “Rewa-?”

- “Cause if you expect me to please you that much without some sort of repayment, you are sorely mistaken.”

- big man likes being in control more than anything, mostly out of a sense of security. honestly he can't help but feel a little nervous when he's not completely in control, but he trusts you enough to tie him up or blindfold him if you’d want to. lowkey likes being teased A L O T and is a huge sucker for any type of sensory play

- is very concerned with your comfortability when you're in the act. are you alright? are you sure? is he hurting you? he's very sweet and slow when you're doing it together for the first time since he knows he can be a bit brutal a lot of the time. it's completely unintentional, but he can be a little too rough

- if you LIKE that though, he's gonna be as rough as possible without hurting you too bad

- prefers to give hickeys rather than receive them. he likes seeing how the bruises come up on your skin and the way you wince when something grazes them like your clothes or his fingertips

- probably has a whispering kink just because it's very sweet and sensual to him. seriously, if you whisper something dirty to him while he's trying to work then there's a very high chance you're going to get it right there in that moment

- remember how I said he likes it in his office? yeah, big man LOVES doing it where anyone can walk in, mainly because of the thrill of having his door knocked on suddenly with him between your legs and a slightly panicked look on your face

- likes it when you wear his clothes too. nothing gets him more riled up than seeing you walking around in his old shirt- and only his shirt -as pajamas. seeing you in even his jacket or with his hat makes him all fluffy inside and an uncomfortably pleasant knot to form at the base of his stomach, hungry to just straight up fuck you right then and there

- likes arched guard and cowgirl, but doggy style is always his go to. mainly because he likes ass up face down. seeing you moan and whimper into the sheets while glancing back up at him makes him that much more motivated to ruin you beyond recognition

- big man MIGHT spank you, if you're okay with that. it's kindof just an impulse thing but if you don't want him to he won't. he's a big believer in consent

- commitment is also very important to him. he doesn't fuck just anyone, honestly. if he does want to get into the act with you it's a milestone to the relationship, and he might honestly be thinking of marrying you

- okay now for mixed sexual organ headcanons cause those are my fav

- if you have male sexual organs, he might feel a little nervous the first time. he hasn't really done much with men or anything similar below the belt to his own unmentionables to get that far, but once you finally do it the first time he finds himself enjoying it a little more than sex with women

- this is mostly because he knows how to please you a little more considering he gets how all the parts work cause he has a set of them himself, you know?

- still likes seeing you in his clothes, giving you bruises, etc. your sexual organs don't change how he thinks of you

- for someone with female parts he knows everything better because he's done it before, but like I said he's a little lost on how to please you. he'll figure it out though, he's a fairly quick learner

- oh, before I finish, he has a habit of growling or something when he's about to go over the edge. he doesn't even realize it at first, but once you mention it to him he said all like “Oh...yeah, guess I do, don't I?” and pretends it doesn't make him flustered

- his favorite body part (any body type applies btw) is probably your hips and legs. not only does he like holding your hips, but he very much likes to be in between your legs. very much. seriously, it's probably his favorite thing. if you're kinda skinny he's probably more concerned with hurting you because you just look so delicate and frail,,, larger body types give him a little more assurances mentally because it make sure him less worried about like,,, breaking a fucking bone. but in attractiveness it doesn't even matter to him what you look like, large or small. you still mean everything to him and you're still hella sexy in whatever clothes you wear (or out of them, he prefers you out of them much more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

- has an average libido, he's just not riled up all the time. more along the lines of “if you want it i do” or “wow you did one little thing and my mind went to the gutter and now my dick is hard goddamit”. sex isn't really his love language, but he still loves you enough to do it and enjoys it a whole lot

- in conclusion, he's very much in love with you if he wants to go that far with you, especially if he wants you being in a relationship long enough to consider it. you mean the world to him, and every little thing you do makes him that much more eager to touch you and love you until the end of his days

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