#like i’m barely even an adult and sometimes i have to look at people older than me and go ‘do you ever go outside’

[itgetsdark-x]

ok but pre-outbreak Joel gets a cute young new neighbour and she’s a camgirl (pretending it’s more modern day and the technology exists lol) but he doesn’t know and one day she asked him for help with fixing something so he actually sees the inside of her house. And then later on, at night he’s trying to find something good 👀 for happy Joel time (bc his cute neighbour in her way too short shorts got him a lil hot and bothered) he comes across her doing a live cam show and he’s like “oh shit.. I know that room. And that ass..) and he realises it’s her and he just has to join in and see what’s going on and it just gets smutty.

And in the end he somehow reveals it’s him in a discreet non creepy way and she’s like yeah i know *wink wink* just really flirty and stuff! There could even be another part eventually where they actually get together and smuuuut!

This idea has been in my head the last few days but I’m not a good writer.. and you’re such a good smut writer 😭😭

A/N: oh my sweet anon, I am so sorry this took so long!! I may or may not have got carried away with this and rolled it all into one piece… so have this monstrous 7.1k word oneshot 🥹

Warnings: 18+, minors dni!! fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (do better!), use of the word daddy, implied age gap (everyone is of legal and consenting age!), probs more I’ve missed. It’s just porn tbh people!

Word Count: 7.1k

Characters: Joel Miller x Cam Girl!Reader (f)

You waved sweetly, blew a kiss to your laptop screen and ended the stream after saying a final goodbye to your viewers. You closed down your laptop and reached behind you, on your bed to grab your T-shirt and shorts. You stood up from your spot on your bed, stretched your back with a groan and threw your baggy T-shirt on over your naked torso and shimmied your tight gym shorts over your bare legs. 

You had moved back to Austin a few months ago with your parents, things had ended badly with a previous partner and it meant moving back to the city to be closer to them. Your parents majorly helped you out, hence why you were able to afford the comfy house you lived in, deep in the suburbs. 

Your house was next to Joel Miller’s, he was a devoted single father to his daughter, Sarah, who was in her mid-teens. You would sometimes look after Sarah if her sitter ever cancelled last minute and you loved it, it was like having a little sister, she would often come round and ask for advice on clothes, boys and sometimes, homework, when she trusted you enough to know the subject. 

You kept a fair distance from her dad, he was a handsome male in his late forties, potentially pushing older and sure, you thought he was super handsome but it wasn’t a line you particularly wanted to cross due to the implications and mess if you did, so you stuck to yourself besides your interactions with Sarah. 

To help pay your rent and keep food on your table, you had a part-time job at a local store but the main source of your income came from your online presence. You performed on an adult-only cam site and offered subscriptions for your content. You had somewhat gained traction on the site and it left you living fairly comfortably, especially with your parents help. No one around you in your day-to-day life knew about your online presence and you preferred to keep it that way, it was the twenty-first century and sure your parents may have understood, you just preferred to not talk about it with them. 

You walked downstairs, your makeup was still on but you had pulled your hair up away from your face. You had gone to get a snack after a two-hour long show, you had given your midday viewers a special treat as you normally only performed in the evenings / later at night as that’s when the money seemed to roll in easier. You ate a bagel with cream cheese and sighed to yourself as you scrolled through your phone, you clocked the time and noticed you had four hours or so until you had an evening stream booked. You needed a hot bath to clean yourself up after this afternoon’s one and a nap also sounded amazing. 

With that in mind, you wandered back upstairs and switched your taps on in your en-suite and awaited the water to warm up. You waited five minutes and the water was still icy cold, you rolled your eyes and pulled your clothes back on. 

“Fucks sake.” You huffed angrily and stomped downstairs to pop next door. 

Joel was a contractor and all-round handyman, sure he wasn’t a plumber but he would most definitely have a better idea of what was going on and he would most likely be able to fix it. You walked down the driveway of your house to head to Joel’s; the cool summer breeze pricked your skin, goosebumps rose on your arms and legs and your nipples hardened under the white fabric of your T-shirt. 

You brought your hand up and knocked on the door once, you looked down at your appearance and suddenly felt self-conscious, you pulled your arms across your chest to cover your nipples and shifted on the spot as you awaited someone to answer the door. 

“Oh, hi darlin’.” Joel said, smiling through his confusion as to why you were here and knocking on his door. “Sarah is at a friend’s for the night, she’s been beggin’ me to let her have a sleepover so I gave in. Were you looking for her?” He asked softly. 

You tracked his eyes, they started from your flip-flop clad feet and followed the shapely lines of your bare legs before they hungrily raked over your torso and found their way back to your own eyes. You swallowed roughly and pulled your arms tighter around yourself. 

“Uh, I was actually looking for you…” you started. “I’ve got somewhere to be in a few hours and I need a bath, my taps aren’t running hot. I was wonderin’ whether you could come over and take a look?” You asked nervously. 

“Oh sure! It’ll probably be a simple fix, let me grab my tools from the truck and I’ll be right over.” He smiled and closed his door behind him. 

He grabbed his toolkit from the back of the truck and ushered for you to lead the way back to your house. Joel watched as your hips swayed as you walked, the stretchy fabric of your gym shorts clung to your hips, ass and thighs perfectly. They rode up your behind in the most teasing way and Joel mentally cursed himself for imagining what laid underneath the material. 

“Hot date tonight then?” Joel asked innocently as you walked him up your stairs. 

“Ha. Yeah. Something like that.” You laughed awkwardly, god if only he knew. 

You opened your bedroom door to Joel and let him walk into your room. “Yeah, just through that door. I’m useless with this sorta stuff and normally I would call my dad but he’s at work and I noticed your truck in the driveway…” you mumbled and stood in your bedroom awkwardly. 

You looked around your room, just scanning the area to ensure you hadn’t left any of your toys out from your stream and you felt your cheeks immediately glow when you noticed your vibrator sitting by your pillow. 

Joel was humming as he took your bath panel off to inspect the plumbing work under the ceramic and you took the opportunity to push the vibe just under your pillow. You went over to the bathroom and leant on the door frame; you couldn’t help but admire the older male’s biceps as they flexed as he toyed with the temperature valve under the bath. He fiddled around for fifteen minutes or so until the water ran hot, the water immediately steaming in the air. 

You grinned at him as he called out ‘gotcha’. “Joel! You’re a hero, thank you! I owe you a pack of beers, I’ll get them over to you at some point this week, I promise.” You enthused and clapped your hands. 

Joel sat up from his position, clicked your bath panel back in place and switched the taps off. He looked at you and dusted his hands off on his jeans, as you clapped he couldn’t help but notice the way your breasts squeezed together under your shirt. He could clearly see that you weren’t wearing any underwear, your nipple’s colour showed through your white T-shirt and he felt his cock twitch in his boxers at the sight. 

“Don’t be silly, darlin’. I’m just happy to help out a neighbour in need. Plus you look out for Sarah, I owe you a lot more than sorting out a couple valves under your tub.” He laughed and threw his spanner back into his tool bag. 

“I love Sarah! She’s like a little sister to me, I just hope I’m not a bad influence on her!” You giggled and watched as Joel packed up his tools. 

“You a bad influence? I doubt that very much, sweetheart.” He smiled softly and you let him pass you back into your room. He looked around your room and admired your decorations. “I like what you’ve done in here, looks real nice. You do this yourself?” He asked and toyed with the material of the canopy that hung above your double bed. 

You nodded proudly. “Yeah, well, my dad helped me a little but I always get impatient and end up doing it myself just so it’s done.” You chuckled and he looked around before clapping his hands awkwardly once. 

“I should uh, let you have your bath in peace. Unless you need anything else from me?” Joel asked causing your eyebrows to rise in shock. “No! I meant um, sorry darlin’! Didn’t mean to sound so dirty with that suggestion, I mean do you have anything else that needs to looking at around your house?” He corrected himself and you laughed softly at him. 

“Oh, of course you didn’t.” You mumbled, an edge of disappointment lacing your voice. “Well, my facets and pipes under the sink, downstairs are a little loose and leaky. If you wouldn’t mind tightening them, I would be really grateful.” You smiled softly and after Joel gave you a nod, you lead him downstairs into your kitchen. 

You bent down to move your cleaning supplies out of the way and Joel swore his heart almost stopped, he could clearly see the outline of your ass and your privates as the lycra clung to every one of your curves. You stepped back and let Joel work again. 

“Joel, can I please be really rude and excuse myself to go and take that bath? I need to clean up before I’m needed elsewhere. I really appreciate your help with this all and please feel free to let yourself out. I’ll pop by tomorrow with some beers!” You said sweetly. 

“No worries at all, I won’t be long at all, sweetheart. Please don’t worry about the beers, it’s my pleasure. Honestly.” Joel spoke from under the sink as you left the kitchen to go back to your en suite. 

Joel continued to work on your kitchen sink, it was a short job and he was soon finished. He heard the water stop running upstairs and once again, he scolded himself for letting his filthy thoughts run away from him. He imagined your body slipping into soapy water, the bubbles clinging to your breasts, your perky nipples inviting him to suck them into his mouth and your perfectly round ass glistening with the soapy water. He groaned to himself as he picked up his toolkit to leave, he briefly palmed his half-hard cock in his jeans and he was feeling so thankful that he had the house to himself that evening. 

Whilst in the bath, you laid back into the enticing warm water and you let your thoughts run away from you. You imagined how Joel’s calloused fingers would feel buried deep in you, working your pussy closer to orgasming. You imagined how it would feel to be embraced by him before he pushed his dick deep into you until you were crying for him to stop. You physically shook your head and swallowed thickly, that right there, those thoughts, that’s exactly why you tried to keep your distance from the older male. He got under your skin and lit a fire deep in the pits of your belly. Silently, you were appreciative that you were so worked up because you knew it meant you would be giving your viewers a great show tonight. 

The time soon came for you to start your live stream; you were wearing a lacy pink bra and matching panties; the bra had crisscross straps across your cleavage and your nipples showed through the sheer material. 

“Evening guys,” you purred and gave a wave to your viewers. Whenever you streamed you work a masquerade mask to hide your identity and you always put a voice on; it was similar to your own but a little bit lower and more sultry. “How’s everyone’s day going today? I know I’m super excited to be here tonight.” You whined as your fingers toyed with your hardening nipples. 

Your set up was simple, you usually sat on your bed at the beginning of streams before moving into all crude positions for your viewers; their comments and tips egging you to go further. 

Comments started to flood in and it didn’t take long for you to lose your bra; you kept your panties and stockings on as the garment you chose for tonight was crotchless which mean you could toy with yourself without losing the sexy underwear. 

You were laid back, your back was arched off the bed as you plunged your rabbit vibrator in and out, your thoughts swam with Joel and imagining it was him pleasuring you. Small moans tumbled from your lips as the noise of comments and monetary tips filled the room. 

You were getting closer to having an orgasm and you didn’t know how long you could hold off for. Normally, when streaming, you would fake it a lot since it was a lot of effort to have orgasm after orgasm, especially for hours at a time; by now you had perfected the faking of one but not tonight. Your fingers pinched at your nipples and you shuddered on your toy as you worked yourself through it. You removed the toy and brought it up to your bare lips, you sucked it into your mouth and moaned. 

“Wow, thank you Sunset331 for the $100 tip. I’ll be sure to send a picture your way after the stream.” You purred. 

*Handyman47 Entered the Chat*

“Good evening, Handyman47. I hope you enjoy the show!” You called out and turned so the camera had a perfect view of your exposed ass and vagina. You pushed the toy back into yourself and whimpered at your overstimulation as you got right back into the quick rhythm. 

—

Joel was frustrated, sexually and emotionally. He needed to relieve some of the stress that had built up this afternoon. He had always found you tempting and attractive but tried his hardest to ignore you whenever you came round. But there you were today, all perfect and tight, he was blinded by his arousal.

He laid back on his bed, his back pushed up against his pillows as he got his laptop out and started Googling adult-only sites that could help him along the way. He stumbled across a streaming site he hadn’t seen before, it looked decent enough so he quickly made an account and clicked onto one of the first streams he saw the thumbnail for. 

The actress looked attractive enough for him to take the edge off and he thought somewhere in the back of his mind, that the body on his screen looked similar to yours but he pushed that sinister thought away and assumed it was because you had frustrated him so much earlier that day. 

Then he heard the voice from his laptop, “Good evening, Handyman47. I hope you enjoy the show!” It clicked instantly in his brain, his eyes scanned the background of the room and he swallowed thickly. 

Joel couldn’t help the way his cock twitched in his hand, he was already stroking himself and then he happened to stumble across you. He watched on as the toy disappeared into your hungry heat and would come out covered in your arousal, he groaned loudly from the back of his throat as his thumb swiped over his cock head and lubricated his length with his own pre-cum. 

He knew he should close his laptop down and go and take a cool shower but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of his laptop screen, he looked out his window and could see yours; your curtains were drawn and there was a charming pink glow coming from behind them. Just like in your stream. He was so close to you, yet you had no idea just what he was doing a mere distance away from you or how crazy you drove him.

—

“Oh yeah, just like that daddy. Please don’t stop. Yeah.” You moaned, you had switched positions again. You were on your back and your sticky privates showed directly to the camera. Your juices were creamy and thick as you continued to push your toy into your hole. “Hmm, I think I should change to something bigger. I need a real man to come here and fill me up.” You purred and sat up to read the comments. 

Handyman47: I volunteer, darlin’. 

Sunset331: on my way, need u so bad

Jungleboy87: show us that needy pussy again. pls

You giggled as you read the comments, your tits hung in front of the camera as you did so but one caught your eye. Handyman47, surely it was a coincidence, no? Joel was around that age, that was his job and the fact he called you darling. Your throat went dry as you pondered the possibility of it being the older man from across the road. 

You pushed that thought aside and grabbed your dildo off your bedside table; it was hot pink and a thick 10” in length, your biggest one to date. 

“What do you think, guys? Do you reckon I can make it fit in my little hole?” You purred and ran it through your wet folds. 

You pressed the tip of the toy into your hole and whimpered at the immediate stretch, slowly, you plunged it into yourself. The stretch of the toy stung and you closed yours eyes, imagining it was Joel filling you out like that. 

Comments of encouragement flooded the chat once again and you smiled devilishly as you pulled the toy out to switch your position. You lifted the prop from the floor, it was a large piece of plastic that you used specifically for streaming, it allowed you to suction your toy to it and it meant you could ride it with ease. 

“Oh fuck, daddy. You’re so big. Dunno if I can take it all like this.” You whimpered, straddling the toy and slowly pushing yourself down onto it. 

You rode your toy, the pleasure already building up in your body and you clenched around it weakly as your thighs burned with the effort. 

Joel watched on, his eyes fixated on his screen; he saw the way your tight pussy stretched around the toy and he pumped his cock enthusiastically with each rise and fall of your body. His tip was leaking pre-cum and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he was cumming into his palm over the sight of you fucking yourself. 

“Gonna squirt all over your cock.” You shuddered and you meant it, it was how you ended your shows normally; one final blow out for the fans. 

Your hand fumbled beside you as it reached for your bullet vibrator. You brought it to your clit and almost immediately you felt your orgasm come crashing through you, your hips faltered as your ground down onto the toy below you. You rose as your felt yourself gush around it, your juices splashed onto the toy and you couldn’t help the way your eyes screwed shut and a loud, shaky moan fell from your lips. 

“Fuck, Joel.” You whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. 

He heard it. That was his name. Surely not. Joel watched as you continued to squirt, his cock throbbed and with one final pass of his hand, he came hard. Your name fell from his lips with a groan, he kept hearing the way you whimpered his name as you came on your toy over and over in his head and it made his spent dick jump as he milked himself of every last drop. 

You shuddered as you removed the toy fully from yourself and discarded your bullet to the side of you after turning it off. 

“Wow guys, I’ve made a massive mess here.” You giggled and slapped your sopping wet core once, the wetness apparent as your fingers tapped lightly. 

Comments of appreciation were flooding through your chat and you grinned as you read each one. 

“Thank you sooo much for tuning in guys, I won’t be streaming tomorrow but I’ll be back the day after. Thank you all so much for the support. I love you.” You cooed sweetly and blew a kiss to the camera before shutting the stream down to clean up after yourself. 

—

You had slept soundly after last night’s stream; it was a busy one. All morning, whilst trying to do some admin work, all you could think of was that one username that stuck out to you… Handyman47. You were sure it just had to be a sick coincidence, your thoughts were clouded by lust in the moment and of course it wasn’t Joel. Why would he watch your stream? He didn’t find you attractive, that would just be ridiculous. That’s what you told yourself, anyway. 

You finished up your work for the morning and decided to pop out to the store, to buy the beer you had promised Joel. It was a warm day so you dressed yourself in a sunflower-yellow sundress and flip flops, your hair was tied up messily. 

Once you arrived home from the store, you parked your car up and made your way over to Joel’s house to give him the cool beers. It was a small gesture to say thank-you for the help, even if he insisted that he didn’t want them, it was the polite thing to do and you were raised with manners. 

You raised your arm and placed a quick knock to the door, you were half-expecting to see Sarah’s gorgeous locks but instead you were met with Joel. 

“No Sarah again?” You asked. 

“She uh, she wanted to stay another night at her friend’s and well, you know how the kid is, how could I say no?! You disappointed to see me again, darlin’?” Joel joked with a smirk, although, oddly, he barely made eye contact with you. 

You shrugged. “Eh, not quite my girl but you’ll do.” You joked and held the beers out for Joel. “Plus, she can’t exactly drink these. Not for a couple years anyway.” You winked. 

“Or ever.” Joel replied dryly, catching your eyes this time. He took the pack of beers from you with a smile. “I’m tellin’ ya, you didn’t need to do this for me! It was a small favour. How ‘bout you come on in, we can crack open a beer together?” Joel asked, opening his door wider for you to step in. 

“Oh I wouldn’t wanna impose, I bought them for you to enjoy. Don’t feel like you have to share!” You smiled. 

Joel shook his head and gently took your wrist, to pull you inside. “Nonsense. You look like you’ve had a busy mornin’ and could do with a beer. Go ahead and make yourself comfy in the lounge, I’ll put these in the fridge and grab a couple.” 

You obliged albeit reluctantly, you didn’t mind spending time with Joel but he drove you mad; just being in a close proximity to him like this drove you insane, you couldn’t act on what you wanted and it was torture. You sat down on the couch, crossed your legs and smoothed your dress down, the hem rested comfortably on your upper thigh, just teasing with a glimpse of your forbidden skin. 

Joel entered the room and gave you a bottle of beer, you shot him a small thank you before taking a sip. He sat opposite you in his arm chair and let his legs sprawl out widely; he was wearing shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt, the material hugging his biceps deliciously. 

“How was your hot date last night?” Joel enquired innocently, pretending he didn’t know what you had been up to. “I’m sure I could hear you screamin’ from here.” He teased. 

You laughed dryly and shot him a deathly glare which only made him chuckle. “Wasn’t a hot date, I was actually um, I was working.” You mumbled and stared into the neck of your bottle before drinking some more. 

“That time of night? I thought you worked at that fancy little store in the city?” Joel asked, probing you further. He was treading on thin ice, either you were going to open up about what you were doing or you were going to lie through your teeth. He noticed the way you switched your legs over and shifted awkwardly in your seat. 

“I uh — I have an extra job.” You shrugged, keeping your cards close to your chest. Joel had never really spent this much alone time with you, especially not to ask you this many questions. “How’s work going for you, a lot of jobs on at the moment?” You asked just trying to deflect the attention away from your work. 

“Nope, you’ve got me intrigued, darlin’. What were you doing? What’s this extra job?” 

You cringed, you placed your bottle on the table and hid your face behind your palms. “I — I model and perform on an adult-only site; I do live shows of porn, basically.” You admitted, your cheeks were glowing under your hands. 

Joel watched as you hid your face, he bit back a smirk and watched as your embarrassment poured from you; it was wrong to admit, but it turned him on, to see you all embarrassed and flustered. 

“Oh yeah, I know the ones.” Joel said casually, taking another drink with a shrug. 

You peered through your fingers and your mind shot back to the username. Surely it wasn’t him. No. 

“You, Joel Miller, are telling me you’re one of those creeps on the site?” You asked, raising an eyebrow up at him. 

“Wouldn’t say I was a creep.” He stated bluntly. “I have needs darlin’, especially when my neighbour drives me mad all afternoon dressed in tight shorts or a sexy little dress.” His eyebrow was cocked upwards, testing the water to see exactly how you would react. 

You put your hands on your lap, your mouth fell agape and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat again. 

“Oh. I. Um. You?” You mumbled incoherently, your brain not working quickly enough to form an intelligible sentence which caused Joel to laugh. “You — you see anything on those sites of interest?” You asked quietly, your hands smoothing the fabric of your dress more out of nerves than to adjust the garment. 

“Saw a nice little show last night…” Joel said quietly, he stood from his seat; you could see the vague outline of his thickening cock in his shorts and your privates throbbed. “Thought I recognised the room…” he said, sitting down next to you. “But then I thought, no, it couldn’t be that good little girl that lives next to me. Not with the way she was performing, doing such a good job at taking in her toys.”

Joel was closing the space next to you, you could feel the weight of his body next to you and his fingers tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. It was a tender movement and it made you shiver physically under his touch. You avoided making eye contact with him, you were sure this was just a joke and he was teasing you for your extracurricular job. 

“Look at me.” Joel demanded, his lips were by your ear now, they just ghosted over the area and you shook your head. “Look. At. Me.” Joel said more sternly and his voice was dropped impossibly low. 

His hand held your bare knee, his fingers teasing to travel just under your dress and you finally bared to look at him. Your eyes were wide in shock, your chest heaved slightly with your more laboured breaths and small beads of sweat collected on your neck. 

“It was you…” you whispered to which Joel just smirked. “Son of a bitch. You’re a dirty old man, Mr Miller.” You teased, still feeling nervous under his watchful gaze and touch. 

“Is that why you whimpered out my name as you squirted on your toy? Cause I’m a dirty old man?” Joel asked, his voice dripping with sheer confidence. 

“I — no I didn’t.” You huffed. 

Joel squeezed the delicate skin of your thigh and you made a pathetic noise from the back of your throat before you tried to swallow it back. 

“I heard it.” Joel said smugly. “God, made me cum so hard on myself to hear you calling out my name.” He groaned, thinking back to his activities from last night. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to call out your name, I didn’t think anyone heard me. Please don’t tell anyone about my extra job.” You whined as Joel’s hand slid up under your dress slightly, his fingers brushed past your clothed heat and your eyes dipped shut for a second. 

“How about I show you how good I feel compared to those pieces of plastic.” Joel whispered. 

“Please.” You breathed and bucked your hips upwards, searching for the feel of Joel’s fingers. 

Joel silently got off the sofa, you wanted to whine and bring him back so you could feel his large frame next to you again. Before you could react, the older male was sinking to his knees in front of you and was holding your thighs firmly. 

“Wanted to taste you from the day you moved in next door.” Joel stated and your cheeks flushed at his admission. 

He pushed the fabric of your dress up, you took the hint and was quick to discard it to the side of you. Your breasts were freed from the fabric and Joel groaned deeply as he drank in your naked form. He held your thighs again and he pulled you forward so your panties were closer to his face which caused you to yelp.

“Look at you. Fuck.” Joel cursed as he let one of his fingers trail across the wet fabric of your panties. “You wet already for me? Thought you woulda got it outta your system last night.” Joel teased with a knowing smirk as your shuddered against his gentle touch. 

“Are you gonna chat up my vagina all afternoon or are you gonna show me how much better you are than my toys?” You snapped with a bratty smile. 

“I won’t give you anything if you talk to me like that. Now be a good girl and shut up for me, yeah?” Joel bit back, his voice full of condescension which admittedly, only fuelled your arousal further. 

You rolled your eyes and just as you opened your mouth to argue back with the man, he pulled your panties to the side and let one of his fingers sink into your heat roughly. You threw your head back and your fingers gripped at the fabric of Joel’s t-shirt, the sudden action throwing you off. 

Joel twisted his digit to curl it inside of you before he removed it again, causing you to whine angrily at him. You lifted your head to grumble but instead you were silenced as you locked eyes with him; he brought his wet finger to his lips and sucked it in with a soft moan. Your lips parted in silent shock as Joel sucked your arousal into his mouth, moaning like it was the finest food he had ever eaten. 

“Taste so sweet, princess. Best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He groaned, finally removing your panties from your privates. As you lifted your hips to allow the man more access, he noticed how evident your arousal was, you were near dripping onto his sofa and his mouth watered. “I’m going to eat you out now and I won’t stop until you squirt right into my mouth, so how about you be a good girl and do that for me.” Joel said sternly. 

You nodded dumbly; no man had ever spoken to you this way before, at least, no man you truly wanted. Without another word, Joel dipped his head down and licked a fat stripe up through your folds. You moaned softly, the noise was delicate and sincere, a complete contrast to how you sounded coming from his laptop screen last night. Your body shuddered against the sofa and your fingers had weaved their way into Joel’s salt and pepper hair; his soft locks entangled with your digits. You gently tugged at his hair causing the male to make a gruff noise into your folds, the vibrations rippled through you and you moaned again. 

Joel sucked your clit into his mouth, the sensitive bud was already throbbing with the male’s previous efforts and as soon as his lips suctioned around it your back was arching off his sofa. The old couch creaked under your body as your contorted your back when Joel’s tongue flicked over your clit. 

“Fuck me!” You cursed, one of your hands leaving Joel’s head to pathetically grip at the edge of the sofa for further stability. 

“Later,” Joel mumbled into your wet pussy. 

You let out a breathy chuckle; your head was swimming, your thighs were shaking with the pleasure as Joel continued to work his tongue expertly over your clit and occasionally to dip down into your hole. You felt your orgasm start to bubble lowly in the depths of your belly, just a gentle simmer as Joel licked at you like a man who had been starved. 

As if he read your mind of wanting more, Joel brought two fingers up to your hole; he barely dipped them into you and you whimpered weakly. He pushed one finger in, just barely up to his knuckle before he withdrew it and licked over your clit again, the tip of his tongue flicking at it gently. 

“Please.” You pleaded with a weak and shaking voice. 

Joel looked up at you; his dark pupils were blown with lust and he smirked as he let both fingers push into you, again, barely going past his first knuckles. He twisted his fingers in you and pushed them in fully until the palm of his hand met your body. You let out a loud gasp as your eyes fluttered shut and like a perfectly-timed dance, Joel flicked his tongue across your clit once again. 

“Fucking Christ, shit.” You cursed, your voice loud and sharp as Joel worked his fingers rhythmically into you. 

Joel laughed softly against you as he plunged his fingers into you again and again. He wrapped his lips around your clit again and suckled at the bud softly as his fingers worked into you quickly. Your orgasm came crashing down, you barely had time to register it as Joel worked his fingers quicker, he curled them upwards and they bumped the spongy spot inside of you that had screams tumbling from your lips. 

“G-gonna,” is all you managed to get out, the room was filled with your moans and the obscene wet noise of your arousal as Joel fingered you with fervour. 

“That’s it,” Joel cooed. “Good girl, cum for me. Soak me, need it.” He moaned as he pulled his mouth off of your clit but kept his face near and he replaced it with his thumb. 

The different sensation threw you off momentarily but it was too late and your orgasm ripped through your body, it drew a long moan from your throat; the noise was animalistic and raw and it echoed through the room. Joel removed his fingers and with that, you let go and whimpered as you gushed onto Joel’s face, he lapped up your juices and you shuddered through your orgasm. Joel watched as your pussy clenched and fluttered around air, the aftershocks of your orgasm evident as you writhed in your spot. 

“Look at you.” He sighed happily, watching you still. “Even better than on the screen, so perfect, so beautiful.”

You blushed as his words and you weakly let go of his hair your legs were still quaking as he let go of them, you slumped against his sofa; completely unashamed of your naked state compared to Joel’s fully dressed one. He stood and the outline of his hard cock was evident in his light shorts, there was a darkened wet patch and your mouth watered at the thought he got that turned on by pleasuring you. 

“Come here and taste yourself on me.” Joel breathed, taking your cheek to pull you in for a bruising kiss. 

You held onto Joel’s arms as he kissed you, his tongue trailed over your bottom lip and greedily you sucked it into your mouth, urging him to explore every crevice of your mouth. You made a small noise of appreciation as your mouth was flooded with the taste of Joel mixed with the tang of your own arousal. 

“Fuck me already. Please.” You breathed against Joel’s face, momentarily breaking the kiss. 

“How do you wanna take me, darlin’?” He asked. 

“However you wanna give it to me.” You retorted with a smirk. 

“Get on your knees on the couch, stick your ass up for me and show me that pretty little cunt.” He growled lowly and you obliged happily, doing as he said. 

You positioned yourself so your chest was pressed to the back of the sofa and you allowed Joel full access to yourself. You wiggled your ass as you heard Joel toss his shorts to the side haphazardly. 

“All for me now, huh?” Joel asked, his hands mauled at the skin of your ass and spread your cheeks, he took his length and pressed the tip into your hole, before you knew it, it was gone again and he slapped it gently at your oversensitive clit. “Tell me how bad you want it.” He hissed, running his cock through your wet folds, nudging your clit with each pass. 

“Please, Joel. I want it so bad, never needed a cock so bad in my life, you already made me feel better than any of my toys or the boys I’ve fucked before put together. Please give me your cock, wanna feel your cum fill me up so bad. P-please.” You whined, your voice coming out as small, wrecked sobs as Joel continued to rub his cock over you. 

“Good girl.” He praised and without warning be bottomed out inside of you, you moaned loudly; a perfect blend of pleasure and pain rippled through your veins as Joel brushed some hair from your face so he could evaluate your emotions. 

He rubbed your ass with his palm and landed a bruising slap to it, you moaned and threw your head back in pleasure. Joel took that opportunity to pull his hips back, to pull out of you fully; he passed his cock through your soaked pussy lips once again. Your mouth opened to complain but before a single noise could leave your mouth, he was pushing back into your greedy heat without warning. 

“So. Fucking. Tight.” Joel groaned, accentuating each of his words with a hard thrust of his cock. 

He built up a harsh pace, your fingers turned white as they gripped at the fabric of the sofa below you. You were sure if you held on any tighter then the fabric would surely rip under you. Your body prickled as if a hundred needles were touching your skin, your stomach knotted as you felt another orgasm working it’s way through you. Your walls fluttered around Joel and your legs wobbled as you tried to stay grounded as his thick cock nudged that sweet spot inside of you. 

“G-gonna, gonna…” You whimpered, your eyes screwing shut. 

“Mmhm, that’s it. Atta girl, cum on my cock. Tell me how good it feels, princess.” Joel whispered, leaning forward so his body was pressed to yours. 

“Fuck!” You cursed, teetering on the edge of your orgasm. “Feels so good, n-never felt this good before. Making me feel drunk on your cock, gonna need it again and again and again. Please give it to me. Please. So good.” You rambled, words falling from your lips carelessly as Joel fucked you into your orgasm. 

His thick but nimble digits wound their way around you to fall to your clit, he circled the bud perfectly and it had your head swimming. It was the thing you needed to push you over the edge; you felt as if you had fallen from a cliff, just floating in midair as Joel worked you through it. Moans of profanity and his name fell from your parted lips as you came around the man’s cock, your walls clenched him and held him tightly. 

Seemingly, that was what sent Joel over the edge, his hips faltered and he thrust into you once more, much weaker this time. His cock twitched in your walls and with a groan, and his hands squeezing your hips roughly, he came deep inside of you. You whimpered as your body went limp; Joel’s hot cum filled you and it made you clench weakly around him, your greedy hole trying to suck him in deeper still. 

“Fuck me.” You whispered, your ass still on display for the older man as he pulled out of you with a wince. 

“Just did that, darlin’.” He laughed breathlessly, trying to gain composure once again. 

You rolled your eyes, was typical Joel to state that when clearly it was a rhetorical state meant as a throwaway. 

“I should um, well I should pop to the bathroom to quickly clean up and then get out of your hair.” You said, somewhat awkwardly as you stood shakily from the sofa and held your thighs together tightly. 

Less than a minute ago, the man’s cock had been inside of you and now that the thick tension and lust had cleared the air you couldn’t help but feel a little bit awkward about it. 

“Stay?” Joel asked. “I mean, I wasn’t really done with you yet.” He grinned boyishly and you couldn’t help but smile at him. “Just an idea, darlin’ but how about we go shower and clean up and order some food. We still got more beers to get through. Then, I’m sure if you’re a really good girl, I could give you my cock again.” His hand was stroking up and down your arm, his fingers tickled your skin and in their wake they left goosebumps. 

You looked up at Joel, into his deep brown eyes and you nodded with a grin. 

“Deal. But you’re paying for the food, you ol’ perv.” You teased with a giggle. 

“Get upstairs.” Joel said with a roll of his eyes. 

You laughed to yourself again as you walked away, to go upstairs only to yelp loudly when Joel came up behind you and placed a light tap to your ass and rushed in front of you. 

“You’re dead, Miller.” You called and chased up behind him to return the favour. 

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#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel miller smut #pedro pascal

[rayaswrittings]

Dirty little secret

Pairing: Fathers best friend!Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have a little to much fun celebrating your birthday, and the man you often caught yourself fantasizing about was the one to take you home.

Warning(s): Mature language, use of alcohol, Corruption kink, DOM!Geto, Praise kink, 15 year!age gap, unprotected p in v, degradation, cr*ampie, f!ngering, marking, mentions of blood, semi public??? This smut is LONG

Saturday nights were usually days where Geto would relax and take a break from anything outside, but for today, he had to make an exception just for you.

Suguru Geto was your father’s best friend and right hand man when it came to anything business related. You grew up knowing him as one of the people you looked up to, but sometimes you couldn’t help but think about why that was.

As you got older, you’d catch yourself staring at the older man way more then usual. You’d notice when his hair was washed fresh and new, or when he cut his hair and gained the smallest amount of muscle. Your mind had memorized every scar from previous battles that scattered his skin, and you knew how many chisels he had on his chest. You never realized how good looking he had been till you grew up.

As for Suguru, ever since you’d turned 21, he had his eyes glued to you and the way you were. Just like you, he’d find himself staring at your hips when you’d sit down and how they outlined your perfect hourglass body, or the way your hair touched the small of your back. He’d often take you fighting with him and that only made it worse, seeing the way your body moved when you pulled back from your enhanced reflexes or even just stretched.

It was safe to say the two of you had the most forbidden feeling toward one another, and it made both of you feel so terrible.

Tonight was your 23rd birthday and of course you decided to share it with friends and family in an open area within Tokyo. Most of the other jujutsu sorcerer’s had went but there were also people you knew who couldn’t go, having to tend to duties or watch their children since your party was definitely an adult only type of event. Your father was one of them, out running a search and rescue with a few other men while you celebrated without him.

It bothered you at first but you couldn’t think of anything else other then the drinks you had downed over the course of the night. You’d danced with many guys, sung with your friends, and even made a toast to which your very drunk words barely let you finish. It was safe to say you were the most drunk you’d ever been.

And Suguru saw that.

“Having fun, Kid?” He asks, approaching you. Your conversation was cut short by the deep voice behind you, your laughing coming to an end as you turn to the familiar face with a smile.

“Geto! Your here!” You threw your arms around his large torso making him let out a small grunt, holding up your drunken body that so easily gave into his touch. “Thought you’d never show” Your friends are watching you with a smirk on their faces, eyes on the man above you that they so obviously thought was attractive as well. After all, he was Suguru Geto.

He frowns, excusing the two of you from your friend group before bringing you away from the crowd, gently pulling you off of him. “You’re trashed, aren’t you?” You giggle and shake your head, taking another sip of the cup that was in your hand.

“N-no! This—this is water!” You argue, holding it up to show him. He only sighs at you, reaching to take it but you quickly pulled it back, shaking your head. “I promise, Suguru! What’s the difference? It’s my birthday, you know?”

“I do know, and your shitfaced, Y/N. It’s time to get you home” He reaches for your drink again, this time being able to grab hold on it but not without your retaliation. “I’m really not trying to-“ Just then, the alcohol spilled all over you. Both of your hands drop the glass once you let out a gasp and look down to watch it run down your body. Your clothing was now drenched, dripping with liquid all the way down your legs.

“Are you happy! Now my clothes are wet and I don’t even have a drink” Geto doesn’t miss how you sniffle, kneeling down to see if the glass was broken which it so clearly was. He sighs and walks over to your helpless body, lifting you up gently so you wouldn’t stumble into it. “I was just having fun!”

“I know, pretty girl. I know” He thumbs away the preexisting tears that slipped down your cheeks before kneeling down, lifting you into his arms. “I’m gonna take you home, alright? Get you cleaned up, your gonna feel so much better” His voice is soothing against your ear and you can’t help but nod, closing your eyes to rid you of the spinning feeling inside your head.

You’re relaxed as the man carries you through the streets of Tokyo, staring up at his features that you noticed never drastically changed since he was younger. His skin was glowing in the moonlight above you, and his eyes were big trying to find your home in the dark. You giggle at his frustrated expression, reaching up to touch his face.

“You look pretty, Sorry for screaming at you” Your apology makes him chuckle and his eyes are suddenly back on you, watching as a smile crept up to your lips. “I want a bath… a bath sounds amazing right now”

“Good thing that’s exactly where I’m taking you, huh?” You hum in agreement as he enters your home, turning on the lantern that lit up your entire bedroom. He sat you on your bed before excusing himself to grab some water and maybe some food for you to eat, trying to at least sober you up a tiny bit before you fell asleep.

You on the other hand, worked to remove your wet clothing that stuck to your skin. You had on celebration clothes so they were much more uncomfortable and skin showing, but the top wouldn’t come off and you were getting frustrated. Your mind begins to roam with anxiety as you fiddle with the strings, afraid of what Geto might say when he comes back to your half naked body.

But another part of your brain is telling you to keep it there. To keep the wet top on your body so it continued to show the curve of your breasts and nipples, and to allow your bottom half to show on full display for the older man to see. The ideas intrigued you; having Suguru Geto look at you like that… to look at you with hungry eyes like you’d always imagine when you were alone.

Oh God, how badly you wanted him to touch you.

It was so forbidden but it felt so right, like you needed him to see you the way you saw him.

“Okay, here’s some…” Just as you had planned, you watched as his voice trails off and his eyes glue to your body, taking in every line that scattered your skin. You were practically naked for fucks sake, how could he not look? He hated himself. He hated that he saw you the way he did but the truth was that he couldn’t see you any other way. He saw the way you’d look at him every so often and you saw the way he’d look at you, there was no reason to hide it anymore.

“I need some help with my top, Suguru” Your voice is soft and slightly demanding as you stand to your feet, watching as he clears his throat, setting down the food and water he had grabbed for you. “It’s stuck… and sticky”

“Your uh… you don’t have anything on, Y/N-“

“Yes I do. I have this on” you tug at the top on your chest, watching him take a deep breath. Were you getting to him? You definitely were. His eyes are anywhere but near you now which made a smirk tug at your lips, approaching the man. “What is it, Geto? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a woman without clothes before?”

He fought with himself as he tried to hold back, biting his bottom lip as his eyes scanned your hips, taking a liking to the curve of your body. You were a tease, who knew? It was wrong of him to look at you like this… but why couldn’t he stop? Why couldn’t he turn away.

A single hum vibrates through your throat as you let your hand reach for his arm, fingertips ghosting over his skin. Yes, you were intoxicated but you knew exactly what you were doing. If anything, you were glad you had the liquid courage to do this because if you were sober, you would’ve never tried.

But believe it or not, you deeply wanted to do this.

“Y/N” Your name comes hoarse out of his mouth, almost in a warning tone. You were playing with fire, didn’t you know this? Geto was so much bigger then you, and his gaze burned holes through your skin whenever he looked at you. “Your drunk, sweetheart” He breathes but you only giggle, eyes taking in his every ab and detail on his chest; his very strong, large chest. You look up to the man with that same smirk still on your face, letting your fingers move from his arm to his chest.

“And so, so horny” His cock twitches at your words, your eyes were burning against his own, and your face was almost undeniable in that moment. Your sweet doe eyes were big and pleading but your body was confident, touching his like it was going to take what it wanted. “Come on, Suguru. You want to help me, don’t you?” Stop looking at her! Just put her to bed and leave! Geto’s thoughts were roaming so wildly through his head, the only thing that was holding him back was the fact you were so clearly drunk, and he feared taking advantage of you.

“I can’t help you, not if your drunk” He finally refuses but your not taking that answer, only touching more sensitive areas on his body to gain his upmost attention.

“I appreciate you for saying that, but you and I both know I’ve been wanting this. You, have been wanting this too” Your voice is soft but full of intent as you press your hand to his chest, feeling the chisels of his abs between your fingers. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when we fight, and how you watch my hips sway when I walk” He looks down at you as you watch your hands against him, letting them guide themselves up his perfectly toned body. “Tell me, sir. Have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me?”

His breath is hitched as you let your hands travel up his back, moving closer to the man with ease. You had him right where you wanted him. “I… I don’t think-“

“Don’t lie to me, Geto” Your eyes meet at your words and he can no longer act like it’s not true, taking a deep breath before nodding his head gently to you. “I touched myself to you this morning, you know why? God, you just looked so good with your hair wet, and the way the water fell down your body… makes me so hot”

Your hand eventually made it to the back of his neck, snaking under his soft hair with ease. You were as close as you could be, eyes looking up at him with that pleading look. “Always think about how good you’d treat me, how good you’d fuck me” You could feel his heart beating faster and faster against you, and you watched as his eyes slowly forgot their loving state that he was so obviously trying to fight. “Why are you still holding back? You want me to get on my knees and beg you to fuck me?” Now you were just being a brat. Your voice was clearly in a teased tone and your body language was trying to get the best of his, you could see his jaw clenching at every word you uttered.

You lean up to the older man’s ear, brushing your lips against its lobe. Your breath was hot against his ear and you could feel his hands start to move from his sides, hesitant to touch your waist. “You better make me beg, Mr. Geto” That was it. That was his breaking point.

From the moment you whispered in his ear, to when his hands roughly grabbed at your waist, you couldn’t remember much until he was pushing you against the wall of your cave, keeping a slight amount of distance between the two of you as he took in your messy-hair state. You were laughing, biting your nail like this was funny to you. Geto didn’t see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you.

“Your playing a dangerous game, Kid” He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the cave’s walls, closing you between him and the stone. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.

“I thought you were able to tame cursed spirits…. Isn’t dangerous your thing?” The two of you stood there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until he finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he lifts you into the air, wrapping your legs around his waist as soon as you moaned against him. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.

Once again, your back is crashed against the wall as he completely devours your lips into his, fingers digging into your skin as did yours to his silk hair, slight pulling it back when you needed to breath. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.

Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe god, he’d had that dream many, many times before.

“I’ve waited so long for this” Your breathless above him, gripping his hair between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was big, he was so fucking big. It should’ve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.

“Older girls wait” He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his teeth were brushing your skin, hungry for it like some starved vampire. He wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to.

“Nothing’s stopping you from getting an older girl” You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. “And nothings stopping you from marking me” A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed eyes.

“Can’t have an older girl when I have a brat I need to take care of, now can I?” He’s so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didn’t know you had. You were a brat, but you were his brat. “That’s how you like it, huh? Like being bad?” Your ears are perking at his every word and your eyes light up with a laugh to your lips, smile so big you couldn’t relax it. “Jesus, you’re so dirty, aren’t you?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. “I guess you’ll have to find that out” His eyes. Oh Jesus, his eyes were so hungry as he set you down on your feet, giving you a devilish look before kneeling in front of you. At first you didn’t know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.

His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.

“Fuck” You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the wall, not even realizing the man under you was now fully under you. “S-shit!” Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on the man under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didn’t. “K-knew you wanted this too…” You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didn’t want to seem weak.

But holy shit, this man knew how to use his tongue.

Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew you’d come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.

“I know your not holding back on me, are you?” His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldn’t fall. Geto was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.

“That’s all? Maybe your the one holding back” He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. “S-Suguru, let me sit down fir-“

“No” He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You could’ve taken it had you been sitting, but your legs couldn’t function correctly when he was destroying them under you.

His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moan’s increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldn’t hold on, your legs were far too weak.

“Please, please—Suguru, please” His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, he’d take his time with you but now? You were being such a brat, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. “G-gonna come..!”

Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your fathers best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this older man. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?

In only seconds, your coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak under you as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Geto’s still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.

“Geto!” You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldn’t stand much longer. You had to lay down. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs straight, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. “Holy shit” You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.

“Down” Was all he said to get you to do just that, falling to your knees in front of him. You shouldn’t have teased him, huh? You really, shouldn’t have. “This your first time, sweetheart?” He asks, obviously teasingly as he strokes your hair, making your eyes roll.

Your small hands work to untie his sweats, letting them fall to the floor under you. God, your suspicions were more than right. He was big, so fucking big you were unsure if it’d even fit inside you. Your body was small compared to his, and something like this was almost double the size of the first guy you’d been with.

“It’s okay, Pretty girl. You’re innocent aren’t you? Thats what everyone tells me, hmm? My innocent, good little girl” That’s it. You don’t even listen to Him as you take his large length in your hand, leaning over it to let a line of spit drip onto the skin. Geto watches closely as your tiny hand spreads the spit around his cock, stroking the base of it. His hand falls to the side of your head as you let your tongue push against his tip, swirling around its mushroom head. You weren’t even doing much but Geto couldn’t help but go completely feral for you, praising your every move with heavy breaths.

You open your mouth to him, closing it around his cock once you went as far as your could. You look up at him with those sweet doe eyes, driving him absolutely insane. He was already harder then he had to be, now it was you teasing him for it. Your mouth is warm around him and he can only imagine what it feels like to be inside you, that thought alone made him feral. Your already stroking him faster and sucking him harder, tired of waiting for him to be inside of you. You could taste the sweet pre that leaked from his tip, humming around his painfully hard cock that sent vibrations through his body.

“Want to fuck your face… Gonna be a good girl and let daddy do that?” You bat your eyelashes at the man above you, removing your hand from his shaft along with your mouth, sitting back on your knees. He chuckles, pushing his thumb against your lip to open your small mouth, grabbing hold of his cock to press onto your soft tongue. “Such a dirty girl. A shame your dad doesn’t know your not at that party right now”

Your mouth is already filled before you could respond, and you could feel every ounce of him push into your throat as he strokes into it, holding your head to guide it along his shaft. Your nails dig into his thighs and make him groan, throwing his head back at the unbelievable sensation you gave him. You were so good for him, it made him wish you had been older so it wasn’t so wrong of him to breed you… but you both knew it was.

“Fuck, just like that. Taking me so well—wish you would’ve came to me sooner, Kid” you moan against his cock, the lines of spit from your mouth were now dripping between the two of you, making a mess of the ground. “All that shit that comes out your mouth about how your so innocent, about how your such a good little princess? Where’s your mouth now? Huh, girl?” He wanted to stay there forever but he knew he couldn’t. He was close enough, he needed to fuck you now.

He pulls you off of him, allowing you to gasp with your chest heavy, following his instructions to move to the bed. You didn’t even have a minute to adjust yourself before he’s already towering over you, pushing you onto your back and pulling you by your ankles closer to his body.

“Suguru” You call to him breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows. He looks to you with his ears perked, watching as a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips. “Use me” Your words are like a command almost, and his face is already meeting yours, kissing your lips roughly as he hovered over you. If it was rough you wanted, it was rough you’d get.

His cock is pressed against your entrance almost instantly, your slick coating it’s head with ease as he runs it along your slit. You were ready, you wanted him for far too long and you couldn’t wait any longer. Your eyes give him a reassuring look before you press your forehead against his, feeling him slowly push his tip into you.

His fingertips are caressing your cheek, soothing you as your eyes squeeze shut. You wanted this and you weren’t a virgin, but this was nothing like before. “You okay, Sweet thing?” He asks softly and you nod, fingers intertwined in his hair. Geto stares longingly at you, watching your every move as your face contorts at the slight pain, pushing more into you slowly.

“Suguru” You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you weren’t prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.

Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt… full.

“Oh my god” You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open arms—he couldn’t get enough of you. “S’big… so fucking big” one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the fur underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.

“Now your just stroking my ego, pretty girl” He jokes, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. “Jesus, your so perfect. Wish I could breed this pussy… this pretty little cunt of yours”

His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. “Suguru! I can’t… oh my gosh” Your little voice is projecting off the walls of your cave but you don’t care, only worried about the man above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks your endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Geto for more. “It’s so good… fuck! You’re so fucking good!”

“Look at you. Such a fucking mess under me. What would your dad say if he saw you? If he knew how badly you wanted me to fuck you? Such a dirty girl, Y/N” He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldn’t look away from him. His eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.

Which he did.

“Gonna come…! Sugu—Mmph, I’m gonna come!” Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.

“Come for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole city knows who’s fucking you this good” You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. “My dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like this”

“I’m coming! I’m—oh my god I-“ Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer. “Suguru…!” You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.

“That’s it! Good fuckin’ girl!” His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into you harder, watching your liquid release spurt from between the two of you. “Squirting all over me, can’t believe anyone actually believes your innocent”

“it’s—it’s too much!” You push on him but he obviously doesn’t budge, only rolling his eyes at your attempt.

“You begged me to fuck you like this and now you’re giving up? A shame, thought you were stronger then that” You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn bright, scratching along his pale skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. “Come on, baby. Can’t seriously expect me to just let you off easy, hmm?” You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?

He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before he’s already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. “I was only joking, Pretty boy” You hum, looking back at his face.

He doesn’t say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. “This what you wanted? Then fucking take it” He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldn’t even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.

“fuck! Right there! Please, Sugu—fuck me right there!” Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. “You’re so deep… so fucking good to me, Suguru” He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your skin. Once again, you could feel his teeth threaten to break through you but he held himself back, placing sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.

“Nobody can fuck you like I can, Kid. Your mine. You’re all fucking mine, you hear me?” You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. “That’s it, fuck me back!” He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.

“Mark me, Geto. Please… please mark me!” You beg making his ears perk, his chuckle against your ear making your skin shiver with goosebumps.

“You know I can’t do that, sweetheart. M’sorry” He snaps his hips against you and you mewl loudly, crying out his name. “Just let me fuck you nice and good, yeah? Give you a birthday to remember” You huff, reaching back against him to grab his face.

You look over at him, your loving eyes practically begging him. “The back of my neck. N-nobody will see it! Nobody will know—fuck! Nobody will know it was you” you try to bargain and you can tell he was debating it, glancing down at the area on your neck. “Please, do it for me?” Fuck. That got him good. He cursed himself before pushing your hair away from behind your neck, leaning down to run his tongue along it.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble one day” He sighs and you can feel his teeth press against your skin making your eyes roll back, feeling your third orgasm of the night slowly approaching. You let out a shaky breath against your hand as the slight sting took over your body, like you had been getting a tattoo for the first time.

“I’m… I’m gonna come again!” You whine, not daring to move your head as he soon released your skin. He was close, so fucking close and he knew this was as far as he could go. He needed you to come now.

He grabbed your hands and pinned them against your back, pushing your head to the mat as he sat up against you, slamming into you harder than before now. You’re a moaning mess under him and you know your done for, begging him for more and yelling to him how close you were getting. He couldn’t handle it.

“Come for me, baby. Need to paint that pretty face of yours” Geto moans above you and it makes you frown, pushing your hips harder against him as you clench around his cock, making it almost impossible to move. “Don’t be a brat, kid. You know I can’t do that” He already knows what you’ll ask but the answer was no. He couldn’t, he definitely couldn’t.

“I won’t get pregnant, I promise” You beg, knowing it was practically impossible for you to get pregnant because of the medicine you take. Geto kept repeating his answer with every stroke but as he continued, it didn’t seem to matter. You wouldn’t let him go. “Please, Sugu. Want it inside! I want all of you!”

“You’re so fucking drunk, Y/N. You don’t want that” He curses, holding himself back from releasing just off how tight you were clenching around him. You roll your eyes, you knew exactly what you were saying.

“Stop being an asshole and just fucking do it!” He groans loudly, pushing your head against the mat harshly as he picked up his pace, tightening his grip around your wrists. You had officially pissed him off. You were screaming under him, he wasn’t just kissing your cervix anymore but he was full on ramming into you, like a wild animal during its rut.

“Fucking brat, you never know when to shut up, huh? Come for me now, Y/N” You cry, unable to hold it any longer. His grunts are louder now and you could feel his cock pulsing inside you, just waiting for you to release. You let out the loudest moan you could as you tip over your edge, fingers balling into a fist as you cry loudly from your orgasm. “That’s it! Milk my cock—good girl. Just like that!”

“Please give it to me, Suguru! I’ve been so good for you, haven’t I? Just give it to me!” You beg the man and with only a few more strokes, he pushes himself as deep as he could go inside you, releasing himself deep inside your dripping wet cunt. “Yes! Oh my god—yes!” Your eyes roll back as you move your hips against him, helping him ride out his high inside you.

The hot spurts of his come paint your gummy walls, and he almost collapses onto you, holding himself up just inches from your body with his heavy, hot breath against your skin. The two of you are sweaty messes against each other and you don’t even know what to say, only laying there lifeless as he slowly slipped out of you. You could hear him moving around your room but you didn’t care. You couldn’t even move, you felt so weak.

He clicks his tongue as he kneels down to you, pushing away the hair that stuck to your face from the sweat. “So pretty like this—all fucked out and tired. Was it worth it, pretty girl?”

You open your eyes to the man standing above you, his sweats back on his body making you frown. “You’re leaving?” You question sadly and he sighs, looking over at the entrance to your home.

“Your father will be home soon, Kid. I can’t stay” Geto admits, sad as well that he can’t be with you. You wanted to argue but you knew he was right, giving him a small smile with your arms out for him. He kneels down so his face is level with your own, pressing a passionate kiss against your lips. He hated the fact he had to leave you after doing that with you, he felt like an asshole.

But he couldn’t help the adrenaline rush he felt knowing how sneaky and secretive you two had to be from now on. It was so fucking hot.

But he couldn’t stay and get caught by your father. He didn’t want you to get in trouble, especially on your birthday.

For now, you were his dirty little secret.

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omg the mention of camping in your new heejake fic has me thinking of scenarios in a TENT why am i blushing gn

LOST TIME

PAIRING ➩ heeseung x reader (ex beomgyu x reader mentioned)

SUMMARY ➩ you and your bestfriends, growing up together since you were babies, had a tradition of going camping together every summer. this year you get paired up to share a tent with the boy you’ve been in love with since elementary.

WC ➩ 7.7k

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ honestly this was meant to just be a straight up PWP work due to the request but i got way too into the friendship dynamics and backstory lol.. idk if any other writers relate but sometimes smut just doesn’t feel like it fits in stories but i hope you still like this and maybe ill write something more nsfw later on with this prompt (not proofread and written at like 6am like always lol)

It wasn’t like camping was something you absolutely hated. In fact, for the first 20 years of your life it had been the single thing you looked forward to most throughout the busy year.

At some point it had developed into a promised tradition, an accidental hobby that you and your friend’s coincidentally carried on all throughout your shared childhood and high school.

Your parents had all grown up together too and lived on the same street once they were old enough to start their own families, keeping their tight knit connections and extending it to their partners and children later on in life. You grew up with a community because of this, your neighbors being people you’d spent your entire life around as they were basically family now.

It wasn’t a surprise to any of your parents and their friends families when they all also had kids around the same time, the biggest gap between babies being just over 4 years.

This was how your best friends came to be, as smooth and naturally as gaining a sibling or meeting a soulmate. You grew up surrounded with the same kids, going to the same school and spending holidays together at one of the houses on the shared culdesac.

The camping tradition was started before you even could register what was happening, photos of your parents lined up in bathing suits, holding different sized babies down near the lake shore with bright smiles and sunburns were your only proof that you’d been there as long as you have. As you got older and could enjoy the activities more, it became your favorite thing to do.

Your parents all got older right alongside you and they eventually stopped coming with, knowing you and the other kids would have fun out there while also being safe and smart.

So you continued on like that, all pitching up tents for the weekend and spending your time relaxing on tubes in the river or talking around the campfire, letting off the stress the year had brought you as you finished up high school and entered different colleges.

So it was slightly out of character that you were groaning as you packed your suitcase, complaining to Sunoo on the other side of the phone as he carried out the same action a few houses down.

“It’s just terrible timing.” Your voice was louder than normal as you disappeared into your closet in search of something warm for the colder temperatures at night. “Beomgyu and I are barely even broken up and I’m so behind on class work I could die.”

“Well you know it’s the same time every year Y/N, it’s not like it was sprung on you. Plus Beomgyu broke up with you last fall. I’d say you’re officially over by now.” Sunoo’s voice was barely audible from back in your bedroom but you still sighed and leaned your head onto your dressed with a thud.

He was always brutally honest with you considering he’d known you since you were infants, being the two closest in age out of the rest of you. When you first started school most of the teachers had assumed you were twins, wearing matching clothes and stuck at the hip everywhere you went.

You’d ditched The Shining like fashion now that you were adults but you still were the closest to him out of everybody, having applied to the same college together.

“Plus we haven’t seen the others since the holidays. This is the longest we’ve been apart, aren’t you excited?” His voice was picking up a hopeful tone as he tried to cheer you up and change your mood around.

You sighed softly again and walked back to your bedroom, grabbing your phone from the bed and holding it to your ear so you could hear him better. Leaning forward to look out your window across the small chunk of yard that separated you from your neighbor, you could see him sitting in his chair with a big smile on his face.

“You’ll be sick of them in an hour.” You remarked and knocked on the window, his head picking up to look over at you.

“I’m always sick of them.” He was rolling his eyes and you watched his mouth move in silence as the phone audio lagged behind a few seconds. “That’s the best part.”

You smiled at that and nodded although he wasn’t looking at you anymore, turning back to his bag. You did miss your other friends, almost an impossible amount.

You spent a lot of nights in your dorm room thinking about them and how horrible it was to be apart, replaying the goodbyes you all gave each other at the airport over and over in your mind as you tried to remain hopeful for the next time you could reunite. Nothing could prepare you for how difficult it was to separate for them, your parents all watching you with sad smiles in the background as you cried and hugged each other.

Coming home for Christmas felt like you’d gained a piece of your heart back, spending the entire break inseparable and having more fun than you possibly could with the more casual friends you’d met in school.

Your parents hadn’t nagged you for not being home a lot or felt sad that you all rather be together than with them for Christmas Eve and morning, understanding more than anybody else what it felt like to have such friendships.

“Aren’t you excited to see Heeseung?” Sunoo’s voice cut into your happy daydreams and the smile fell from your face at his teasing tone, stiffening slightly as he glanced at you from his room again, an eyebrow raised in amusement at your reaction.

“I’m excited to see everybody.” You said stiffly and he let out a small laugh at your sudden serious tone, knowing you had caught on to what he was implying. “Sunoo, don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not.” He gasped like it was an offensive thing to suggest, standing and approaching the window so you could see him better as he continued to tease you. “I just think it might be interesting considering this is the first time you’ve seen your childhood lover since being single again.”

“Do not call him that.” You were groaning and flopping back on your bed to which he let out another amused laugh.

You loved all of your friends equally, each one of them bringing a different set of pros to your life and helping to shape your personality as you grew up and molded into the person you were now. They were your family, brothers you never had and they felt the same way about you, resulting in no one ever dating within the group or causing awkward moments that could potentially upset the harmonious balance.

Lee Heeseung was the exception.

Despite Sunoo’s ridiculous phrasing he had never been your lover, not even remotely coming close to it. In fact things were almost more platonic with him than anybody else, never hugging you for too long or jokingly flirting to try and get on your nerves.

You weren’t exactly sure what it was about Heeseung that you liked so much. You’d seen him grow up the same as the other boys and while their changes annoyed you, scrunching your nose at classic boyish humor or lack of hygiene as they all shot up in height and their voices started cracking, Heeseung was the most beautiful person you’d ever met in your entire life.

He’d been born first out of all the babies but he never took advantage of being the eldest, always kind and generous as he drove everybody around and asked for group opinions instead of just doing whatever he wanted out of seniority.

He was funny in a way you didn’t know boys could be funny, not even meaning to make you laugh sometimes and just coincidentally being a beacon of light and humor that left all of you bending over trying to catch your breath at the dinner table. You liked this about him but you liked the small proud smile he’d have after everytime even more.

It certainly didn’t help that he was handsome in an unreal way. He had seemingly barely dipped a toe in the awkward phase you all went through before he was shooting up in height and his features were sharpening, solidifying into somebody who could’ve been intimidating if he wasn’t always smiling and goofing around.

But Heeseung was never your lover and he never would be considering your crush for him, that you had mistakenly spilled to Sunoo at some point during your senior year of high school, was completely dead and gone as far as you were concerned.

You’d even gotten a boyfriend to prove this to yourself, meeting a sophomore on your first day of college and immediately being taken by his style and humor. He reminded you of your friends back home as much as somebody could manage and he helped you adjust to being away from everyone outside of Sunoo. You’d even brought him back home with you last thanksgiving, letting him meet your friends before he abruptly dumped you on your drive back to the airport.

When you’d gotten out of the car with swollen eyes and red cheeks, your friends who had been waiting in the lobby to say the round of goodbyes had immediately crowded around you in worry.

Heeseung was standing back a bit and you tried not to make eye contact with him, humiliated as you murmured to them that Beomgyu had just broken up with you only a few minutes ago.

Jay was furious and attempting to go and confront the boy who was checking your bags in with security but Jungwon was quickly reminding him that you had to spend the next 4 hours sat right beside him on the cramped plane and they didn’t need to make the silence anymore uncomfortable than it already was going to be.

“I can drive you back.” Heeseung’s soft voice was coming from behind the bickering pair and you glanced up at him with wide teary eyes, not liking the pitiful gaze he was peering down at you with.

You felt sick at his suggestion as your heart skipped a few beats, the harsh reminder of how kind and generous he was immediately followed by the realization that no matter how hard your tried or how long of a relationship you had, he’d still make your stomach light up with butterflies. You turned down his offer and said your goodbyes with more tears than usual, promising to see them soon.

Heeseung hadn’t come to Christmas for the first time in your lives and as much fun as you had seeing each other again, the balance was always off whenever one of you weren’t present. He’d claimed he was busy with work and that he’d tried to get time off but he simply couldn’t, a message in the group chat about how he couldn’t wait to go camping being the last time you’d heard from him.

By the time Sunoo spoke again you could see him throwing his backpack over his shoulder and wheeling his suitcase out the door. “This could be the year you know. You should make a move.”

“Don’t be stupid.” You shook your head although he couldn’t see you anymore. “There is no move to be made, we’re bestfriends.”

“That’s because you- Hi Mrs L/N.” You could hear your front door open both through the phone speaker and your own ears. “Are too pussy to do anything about it.”

He whispered the last part so your mom wouldn’t hear and you laughed at the way he stopped mid insult to greet her with an affectionate tone. You hung up the phone and laid flat on your back as you waited for him to climb the stairs to your room.

He was pushing the door open only seconds later and he paused in the doorway when he saw you pathetically sprawled out in your own self pity, sighing softly before climbing on the bed besides your head and petting your hair gently as he kissed his teeth.

“Poor thing. In love with the village idiot.” He was shaking his head and you shoved his hand off of you as he let out a laugh, shielding himself from your attacks. You were sitting up to push him again when three long honks were ringing from outside, catching both of your attention.

You were off the bed and grabbing your bags before you could say another word, a childlike excitement washing over you as you giddily ran down the stairs and gave your mom a rushed kiss goodbye as she complained about the fact Jay had honked and didn’t come in to say hello.

By the time you got outside the other boys were already out of the car, meeting you halfway in laughed filled hugs and you and Sunoo ran to embrace them.

“Oh my god, when did you get so tall?” You were pulling away from Riki in exclamation as you held his arms and shook his frame slightly, scanning him all the way up to his face that was now having to look down at you. “What are they feeding you over there?”

“Straight protein.” Jake was answering before the youngest could, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and he also admired Riki’s growth spurt, although slightly envious considering he hadn’t grown much since high school.

“Protein won’t make you grow idiot.” Sunghoon was leaning against the van with a judging expression as he looked at his friend and roommate, him and Jake going to the same school about an hour away.

You’d stayed in pairs or groups for the most part since moving out. Sunoo and you, Jake and Sunghoon and then Jay, Jungwon and Riki had all moved in together at the best school in the state neighboring yours.

Heeseung was the only one who hadn’t applied alongside any of you despite the belief you all were going to try and stay together as much as possible while still supporting your individual dreams and wants. He had applied to all the same schools as you all did, getting accepted into every single one. Yet when it came down to choosing, he moved the furthest away on his own.

When he had sat you all down in Jungwon’s basement to announce this you remember feeling betrayed. Hurt at him leaving and even more upset that he hadn’t picked the school you were attending considering that was the option he seemed to be leaning towards according to what he told you

You can recall the others cheering in celebration at the fact he’d gotten into an extremely good college despite the sadness that settled in on everyone’s faces when they realized what that meant. You caught his eye at some point during that exchange and he flinched away, not wanting to look at you the same way you did to him at the airport.

Not similarly to the way he was looking at you now, rounding the front of the van as he got out of the passenger seat and made his way to where you were all gathered.

You tensed up for a moment when you first saw him and Riki noticed, following your gaze over his shoulder as he turned around and smiled once he saw what you were looking at, walking over to Heeseung and dragging him towards you with a pat on the back.

“Hey.” He was breathing out as he looked down at you and you took a second to take in his appearance.

It hadn’t been that long since you’d seen him but somehow he looked different, or maybe he just felt different considering how much broader his shoulders were and how much more sure of himself he seemed. You weren’t exactly sure what it was about him that was striking you as new but you were momentarily stunned as you took him in.

Sunoo was nudging you with him elbow suddenly and you realized you’d been completely zoned out checking Heeseung out as you ignored his greeting. “Hi Hee.”

He smiled down at you softly but didn’t say anything else, just standing there for a second before Jay was smacking the hood of the old van and announcing you had to hit the road or else you’d miss the site check in time. You gave him a quick glance before moving to carry your bags into the trunk, stopping when big hands were overlapping yours on the handle.

“Let me do it.” You looked up from under your eyelashes to see Heeseung bending over slightly as he gathered your stuff for you.

You were too stunned to say anything and he smiled again, fuller this time as he turned with your stuff and started to load it up. Sunoo was chuckling from beside you and you whipped your head to the side to shoot him a glare, a silent warning for him to be quiet and not draw attention to the blush on your face or the fact your stomach was lighting up with the same familiar feeling it always did whenever you were around the oldest boy.

The ride was uneventful for the most part, three hours passing as the boys in front of you caught up and told childish jokes, at one point having a competition to see who could catch the most goldfish in their mouth before they were gagging.

Heeseung hadn’t joined in with them from his seat in front of you but you could see his cheeks rising with a smile every time Sunoo squeaked out a laugh or Riki started to tease Jay who was driving. You and Sunghoon were in the back, playing games on his phone as you passed it back and forth and tried to ignore the eyes you could feel looking back at you every once in a while.

You were all just starting to reach your boredom limit and the car was filling with groans of pain as you stretched your legs out onto others and complained about your back pain, when you finally were pulling up to the familiar area.

As you shuffled out of the van, you took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut. It was rare to find this type of visual anywhere you were used to, the large trees surrounding the clear lake with small mountains out in the distance.

The air felt clear and light in your lungs and the temperature was perfect, just hot enough that you could go swimming still but also bundle into a sweater to avoid getting an overwhelming amount of bug bites.

You helped unload the trunk with the others, setting up the grills and coolers in a small area a few feet away from the main camp site. It was empty now, a small lot of perfectly mowed grass but you’d seen the process enough times to know with only a little bit of work, it could turn into a comfortable home for you to spend the weekend. Jake helped you moved some of the heavier stuff, giggling when he almost tripped over a branch walking backwards.

“Here comes the worst part.” He was leaning over to whisper to you as you walked back to camp.

Jay was sitting on the picnic table the campsite offered to people who stayed multiple nights, the hat he had been wearing in his hands as Sunoo ripped up little pieces of paper next to him.

Jake was right in the sense that this was the most meticulous part of the weekend but you never completely minded it. Your names would all be written on a piece of paper and put into the hat, then you’d draw two at a time and be given your tent roommate for the trip. Sunghoon and Jake often got paired and he’s complain the entire time, citing him as a blanket hog.

For 90% of the years you’d done this tradition you’d gotten Sunoo, eventually you imagined it had something to do with the fact he was the one who always got to call out the names being pulled.

Nobody ever called him out for it despite the way they’d roll their eyes as he put on a show of surprise, gasping and covering his mouth in shock and you laughed and cheered him on. So you weren’t thinking too much about the mischievous look on his face, figuring he was just planning out how his performance was going to go this time around.

“Okay first up to bat.” Jay was calling out in a serious tone, shuffling the slips around now that they were all accounted for.

“Jake.” Sunoo was announcing as he pulled the first one out, unfolding it and showcasing it slowly to your eager eyes. Jake nudged your side with an excited look on his face, crossing his fingers and squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation. “And…. Sunghoon!”

“Oh no fucking way.” The boy next to you was groaning loudly as he dropped to his knees dramatically, holding his head and trying to block out the sounds of Sunghoon laughing and cheering as he mocked him.

You laughed with him, looking at Sunoo who winked at you and bunched the papers up in his hands. You bent down to wrap your arms under Jake’s arms, tugging him back up to a standing position as he dramatically leaned against you.

Sunghoon was excitedly skipping over to the two of you, face lit up with pleasure at the sound of his friends complaints. He helped you hold up Jake who had gone completely limp as he feigned death. “Hurry up, he’s heavy.”

“Alright next up is…” Sunoo paused dramatically like he was waiting for a drum roll, sighing and muttering how you guys weren’t any fun when nobody humored him. “Jungwon and Sunoo.”

Jungwon let out a cheer and a swift clap, although not moving from where he was lounging in a camping chair beside the picnic table. Sunoo gave you another look, the same mischievous grin on his face that he had before, although now it made your blood run cold as you quickly realized what he was attempting to do.

“Riki and Jay.” You were proven right as the third pair was announced and you stiffened up completely in shock and betrayal, not even paying attention to the two boys and they agreed they were going to get the best and biggest tent since Riki was the tallest.

“Looks like it’s me and you.” To make your situation worse, Heeseung’s low voice was suddenly hitting your ear and you turned to glance at him.

He looked slightly awkward, not nearly as awkward as you were feeling, and you felt a wave a guilt at the fact he had most likely saw your upset reaction. You hoped he just figured it was because you liked to be close with Sunoo, although right now you were considering drowning him in the lake, and didn’t think it had anything to do with him.

“Looks like it.” You gave him a tensed smile knowing it absolutely everything to do with him.

——

The day was so fun you were almost able to forget your unfortunate sleeping situation. Everybody had gone down to the lake the second the tents were properly set up and secured into the ground, greeting familiar campers who lived on site full time during the summers and splashing each other aggressively until somebody was screaming and blowing water out of their nose.

It exhausted you fast and you were back at the camp only a few hours later so you could conserve your energy, watching Jay and thanking him as he grilled enough meat for all of you to eat multiple servings.

Now the sun had set and your first night was coming to an end in the most peaceful way possible, listening to your best friends have low voiced talks around a crackling campfire. You weren’t saying much but you liked to hear them tell stories about their months apart from you and drink in their voices that you had missed so dearly.

“Shit just changes in college.” Riki was mumbling and you watched him with tired eyes, nodding your head as he spoke about how he’s felt slightly out of place now that he was away from home.

“That’s because everybody is either having sex or trying to.” Jake was remarking from beside you and you turned to glare at him.

He was playing with the dangling netted cup holder of your foldable chair and you slapped his hand away at his statement, causing him to chuckle and nudge you with his foot as he shrugged. “Hey, it’s true.”

“Not for everybody.” Sunghoon was shaking his head and giving him the same grossed out look you were. He was sat across from you and he glanced at you from behind the fire with a nod of agreement. “Some of us have better stuff to do than go to parties every weekend and dick off.”

Jake was scoffing in disbelief and you watched Sunghoon shoot him a pointed look like he was telling him to keep quiet, your mouth dropping into a surprised laugh at the fact he had tried to lie and pretend to agree with you.

“Don’t let her fool you, she complains about her virginity every other day.” Sunoo was casually saying as he took a sip of his drink, his head tilting back to finish it and missing the reaction from the group.

It had fallen completely silent and you stiffened up awkwardly in your chair, a wave of embarrassment washing over you at your friends blunt phrasing. He had always been known to tell the truth about anything and everything but he seemed to realize this was too far, even for him, putting his cup down slowly and offering you an apologetic grimace.

“What?” Jake was sitting up in his chair and turning to fully face you, leaning forward and tugging on your sleeve with an urgent look on his face. “You’ve never had sex?”

“Dude you were with Beomgyu for like 3 years.” Jungwon was muttering from a few spots over and you glared in his direction at the mention of your ex boyfriend.

“Eight months.” The voice from the other seat beside you was speaking for the first time in a while and you turned your gaze slowly to see Heeseung stiff in his chair, staring into the fire as he played with his empty cup absentmindedly. You wondered if he even realized he had said something, let alone suddenly announced the exact amount of time you’d been in a relationship.

“Regardless dude, weren’t you guys like super serious?” Riki was adding on and you looked over to him, happy no one else had realized how weird what Heeseung had said was.

Despite how open you all were with each other, it was rare the conversation about sex lives ever extended over to you. As much as you didn’t really mind the idea of talking to them about your experiences, or lack there of, you also weren’t totally oppose to them never asking and you never telling.

You would’ve laughed at the fact they all looked personally offended you hadn’t gotten laid, maybe even joined in on the banter, if it wasn’t for the boy next to you and how embarrassing it was for him to be hearing it all. As much as you wished you thought of Heeseung the same as the other boys, you didn’t and this proved it.

“It’s not a big deal guys… he never tried or anything. I didn’t think much about it.” You were flushed bright red, thankfully hidden underneath the dark night, and shaking your head as you tried to feign casualness.

“Not a big deal?” Jake was laughing in disbelief and leaning forward more so you’d fully understand the sincerity in his words. “He was with YOU for almost a year and never made a move? He’s crazy.”

You were turning to glare at him at his wording and he leaned back a few inches, keeping a hand on your chair.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You groaned as you realized this wasn’t something they were going to just let go and move on from, being presented with the most interesting conversation point of the night.

“You’re hot.” He said it like it was something obvious and clear and you faltered in shock, mouth parting and you leaned forward to smack him on the shoulder. He winced and flinched away from you with an upset whine. “I’m just saying dude! We all think it.”

You turned away from him to scan the rest of the circle with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows, watching the other boys awkwardly avoid your gaze or just outwardly nod their heads in agreement with Jake. (Sunghoon and Jay.)

You weren’t stupid and you knew the boys were attractive, each of them fit and handsome constantly drawing attention all throughout high school, subjecting you to glares from girls in the hallways and boys trying to befriend you in an attempt to get closer to them.

Still, you’d never considered the fact that they thought about you in a similar way. You never thought too deeply into your own appearance at all, both positively and negatively but you figured the idea would never cross their minds considering they strictly treated you as a close friend or even a sibling at times, minus Jake and his meaningless flirting.

For some reason your gaze fell to Heeseung, who was still completely stiff beside you. He hadn’t been looking at you before but now he was and you faltered slightly at the hard expression on his face, eyes low with something you couldn’t make out in the dark.

“Shut up Jake, don’t be so stupid.” You were turning away from him quickly as you muttered the words and they dropped it quickly the second they realized you were actually uncomfortable and not just messing around.

The conversation moved on for now but you imagined they’d bring it back up at some point during the weekend. You felt a bit better now that the attention was mostly off of you, Jake’s hand resting on your arm as he played with your sleeve softly. You figured he must be feeling guilty for making such a big deal out of it so you ignored him, happily accepting the invitation to go to bed when Jungwon was standing with a yawn.

The awkwardness of that conversation had made you complete forgot about your sleeping situation but you were reminded quickly as the other boys stood to also head to bed, Heeseung standing slowly and hovering near you.

He followed behind you closely as you ducked into the tent but neither of you spoke as you zipped it up, sitting down on the sleeping back to shuffle through your bag as you searched for your pajamas.

You felt bad it was so awkward between the two of you. You’d always felt more cautious around him considering your past crush but you never let it show, not wanting him to think you liked him less than the others or worse, realize the truth was the direct opposite. Still there was something clearly different in their air now and it was suffocating you a bit as you waited for him to joke around or say something stupid to break the tension.

“Are you into Jake?” When he finally spoke it threw you off completely, not expecting him to say something like in such a hardened tone.

You froze in your movements inside your bag, looking up at him in confusion. “What?”

He was halfway sat leaning against a few pillows, watching you from the other side of the tent with that same unreadable expression he had by the fire. He didn’t clarify what he said, knowing you had heard him and you watched him for a few seconds in silent bewilderment.

“Why would you ask me that?” You mumbled, shaking your head and looking down at your disorganized clothes pile again. It slightly agitated you that he hadn’t spoken to you for most of the day and yet that was the first question from his mouth.

“Just wondering.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a completely taboo topic to be questioning you about but his face was anything but casual. “Are you into any of them? Would you hook up with one of us?”

“How can you ask me that? Would you ask one of the boys that or is it because I’m the only girl?” You glared at him as you spoke.

“I’d ask them if I cared.” He stated and you scoffed, not fully understanding what he was attempting to imply in his statement.

He wasn’t acting like himself and you felt a bit worried that maybe you had done something to upset him or weirded him out with your awkward demeanor. You didn’t bother to reply again, grabbing your toothbrush with the pajamas you’d chosen and leaving the tent swiftly through the zippered door.

You were speed walking down towards the public bathrooms and showers on the other side of the camp site, flustered from his random interrogation and replaying the day to decide if you’d done anything that could make him think that.

Jake was touchy with everybody, especially you at times since you objected the least but he always had been and it definitely wasn’t a new and shocking thing for him to be touching your arm or hugging onto your side. You contemplated it potentially being due to his comment about you being hot but considering the context in which he said it, you didn’t think that was the reason.

A hand around your arm was snapping you from your thoughts and you let out a small yelp, spinning around to see Heeseung who was panting slightly.

His eyes were wide a bit like he was worried and you saw a flash of guilt pass through then when he saw your flushed face. He squeezed your arm for a second before letting it go and you gave him a questioning stare at the fact he had seemingly rushed out of the tent to follow you into the darkness.

“Let me walk you there.” He blurred out and gestured to the fact he was also holding his pajamas and night hygiene products. “It’s dark, you shouldn’t be out here alone.”

You scoffed slightly at his concern, both of you knowing you weren’t in any danger at the campsite and it was barely a ten minute walk through a lit trail, but nonetheless you nodded at him and continued walking with him now at your side. He didn’t say anything else and neither did you, parting ways silently once you got to the building and he went to the male side.

You took a second to breathe once inside, leaning your elbows on the counter and looking at yourself in the mirror underneath the yellow flickering lights. You brushed your teeth quickly and changed into a comfortable sweater and shorts, wandering back outside to see Heeseung already there and leaning against the wall.

He watched as you walked past him silently, lingering for a second before jogging to catch up with you.

“I’m sorry.” He was muttering and you looked at him for a second before focusing back in front of you so you didn’t trip over the bumpy terrain. “I shouldn’t have asked you that.”

You shrugged softly and you felt his arm bump into yours as you walked side by side, approaching the tent in silence. You didn’t want to talk about it anymore, certainly not wanting to hear the reason he thought you’d be hooking up with Jake of all people.

When you finally were back inside and putting your toothbrush away you tried to ignore the fact he was climbing onto the large sleeping bag waiting for you to join inside it before he could zip it up completely. Your heart was pounding thinking about sleeping next to him and you suddenly felt overly hot despite the cold chill of the night.

You’d slept next to Heeseung before, all accustomed to sharing beds or living room floors during sleepovers, sometimes even all smushing together inside Jungwon’s van when you had a particularly long late night adventure. Yet it felt extremely intimate to be alone together and zipped up inside a sleeping bag.

Still you had no other option and the cold was starting to get to you considering your pajama shorts, so you scooted over onto the staticky fabric and held your breath as he leaned over you to seal it.

He laid back onto his back and you fell into more silence, not quite touching but you could feel his shoulder only a few inches from yours, rising and falling as he took deep breaths. He was shifting a bit to try and get comfortable and directly bumped into you, freezing at the contact but not making any move to scoot further away.

“I really am sorry for asking you that.” He was suddenly speaking but his voice was so quiet you barely heard him at first, a tired rasp lacing his words.

“It’s fine Hee. Not a big deal.” You whispered back, the air feeling strangely delicate. His hand was touching your wrist randomly but you assumed it was an accident, sparing him a glance at his touch and finding him staring at the roof of the tent.

“Pissed me off when he said that.” His voice was still low but it was hardening again like it had earlier and you winced slightly, confused at his mood changes. Heeseung was never the type to get angry and definitely not somebody who would voice it so openly like this. “Is that weird to say?”

“I’m not sure I get what you mean.” You were bending your legs so your feet were flat against the tent floor and your knees were pointed upwards, feeling strangely vulnerable at the conversation topic.

His hand that was barely grazing your wrist was moving now and you stiffened when he completely grasped it, sliding slowly down your arm until he could feel your palm under his finger tips. You sucked in a breath at his strange actions, never really directly touching him before despite how close you all were to each other.

“I don’t think I know what I mean either.” He was letting out a small self deprecating laugh but he squeezed your hand now that they were intertwined. “I just know whenever he touches you it makes me feel crazy.”

Your heart felt heavy at his sudden confession and you were slightly dizzy as you were trying to process what he was saying and what it meant if he was implying what you thought he might be. It seemed like he was trying to tell you that he was jealous of Jake, jealous of him for touching you earlier and for the way he playfully flirted.

“Jake’s harmless.” You whispered back and you’re not sure why that’s what you chose to address instead of asking him why on earth that would upset him.

“I know.” He said it like he was frustrated, like you were missing the point he was trying to make. “It’s not about that, I don’t know forget it.”

He was unraveling his hand from yours but you instinctively caught him in the middle of his arm, panicked at the thought of him pulling away now that you’ve finally made some progress towards… something you still weren’t fully understanding. But you’d never even toed the line with Heeseung before and you weren’t going to take it for granted.

He was finally glancing at you now that you were practically hugging his arm and his face wasn’t hard anymore, instead having a nervous unsure look that you hadn’t really seen on him before.

“Help me understand.” You loosened your grip on his arm but kept it held against you, breathing heavier as you looked at each other.

He watched you for a while but didn’t say anything just yet, you tried not to flinch when he rolled over on his side so he could face you better and it seemed to work considering his free hand was coming up to push some of your hair behind your ear, resting on your cheek for a second before going back to his side like he hadn’t meant to do it.

“Why did you never have sex with Beomgyu?” He was whispering again and his words sounded particularly vulgar although he sounded like he was genuinely curious.

You didn’t answer for a while because you honestly didn’t have one that wouldn’t make you sound like you were desperate and insane. You could halfway lie and tell him it just didn’t feel right but you had a feeling he would be able to see right through you like he always could.

“It didn’t work right?” He started speaking again before you could and you were turning on your side too so you could look at him in confusion, still holding his arm that was resting in the middle of you. When he saw your confused look he explained further. “Using him to get over me, it didn’t work.”

You froze and your mouth fell open, almost worried you were going to cry considering how embarrassed you felt that he had apparently known your biggest secret this entire time. A sick feeling washed over you and he seemed to notice because he shifted closer to you slightly with a worried expression.

You thought back to how Heeseung had acted on the trip you’d brought your ex boyfriend to. He was more distant than usual but you figured he was just busy and stressed since he had been working so hard, this being confirmed when he couldn’t get time off to attend Christmas.

Now a large part of you was wondering if it was something else, if he had lied so he didn’t have to face you after your breakup. If Jake, somebody he knew and trusted, flirting with you had bothered him tonight then there was no way he hadn’t been even slightly upset considering you and Beomgyu were openly affectionate the entire break.

You tried to not blame yourself for the fact he had missed out on movie night that week, citing he wasn’t feeling well and barely sparing a glance to the two of you curled up together under a blanket on the couch. Remembering how he stared at you over dinner when you were introducing the boy with a bright smile on your face, avoiding his heavy gaze all night because it made your heart feel guilty.

It also made you feel incredibly stupid. Not only did he seem to know you were in love with him but he also determined your entire reasoning for rushing into a relationship.

“You knew?” Your hurt was shown clearly in your tone and his eyes saddened a little.

“Of course I knew, I thought we both did.” He shook his head a little like he was finding himself stupid. “Imagine my surprise when you come home with a boyfriend.”

“You left.” You spat out to him, squeezing his arm at the reminder he had willingly moved farther away from you than anybody else. Despite the fact you’d spent multiple nights together talking about the colleges you’d choose and he assured you he wouldn’t go far if he didn’t pick the one you were set on.

“I had to.” He sounded pained and stressed out like it had been weighing on him and your heart clenched considering you knew exactly how he felt.

As frustrated as you were at the situation you imagined it would’ve been hard for him too, having feelings for you the same way you did but never being sure. You definitely did your best to hide it to keep your friendship steady since it was your priority and you tried to think about how hurt you would be if he suddenly brought a girlfriend to your holidays, stomach turning at the thought.

“I am over you.” You said it forcefully as you tried to salvage any bit of friendship that was left but neither of you believed the words you were saying, his eyebrow raising as he watched you with a curious expression.

“Yeah?” He was mumbling and you squeezed his arm instinctively at his deepened tone and the way his voice quirked up in a question. You nodded your head and hummed softly in agreement, standing behind your claim.

He was shifting closer again and your nose bumped against his, causing you to suck in a sharp breath.

You tried not to think about the fact this was the closest you’d ever been to him, tried not to think about how he basically just confessed to you and taken almost two decades worth of weight off your shoulders. You especially tried not to think about the fact his eyes were flicking down to your lips every few seconds.

You didn’t think about anything at all when he was finally kissing you, closing your eyes immediately and leaning into each other like this was something you did often. Despite how constant you’d thought about what it would be like to kiss him one day, you were still surprised by how natural it felt.

It didn’t make you nervous to lean into him, not even when he let out a small huffy groan when he rolled onto his back so you could be laying halfway on top of him.

Something about kissing Heeseung came naturally to you and he seemed to be thinking similarly considering the way he let out a small relieved sigh when you pulled away to breathe, big hands coming up to tangle in your hair and hold your face still above his as he studied your swollen lips and dazed expression.

He gave you a soft smile and your lips quirked up at the sight of it, feeling content and happy despite your stomach lighting up with those familiar butterflies, leaning back down to kiss him again before you wasted any more time.

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfiction #heeseung #jake enhypen #heeseung drabbles #heeseung x reader #heeseung smut #sunghoon enhypen #jay enhypen #jungwon enhypen #sunoo enhypen #riki enhypen #niki enhypen #enhypen au #enhypen smut #enhypen fic #heeseung au #heeseung fluff

[monachopsis-11]

The infantilization of having restricted eating is crazy, I get treated like a kid on a regular basis by people who were treating me normal five seconds earlier just because of my sandwich order.

I have sat at a restaurant meeting while I was a hostess where all my coworkers laughed at how plain the food on the kids menu was and how kids had no taste and they were so glad they weren’t like that anymore. At the same job people questioned my orders when I got food at the end of a shift saying it was barely even the same thing anymore and wouldn’t I like something else? If I had wanted something else I would have asked for it, you don’t need to double check and use baby voice with me I’m fully capable of deciding what I eat.

I get judgmental looks and questions from people who take my food orders in public more and more often as I get older and it’s less socially acceptable for me to say no vegetables on things without being treated like a spoiled child who’s inconveniencing them. People look at me in surprise and ask if they heard right, scoff, roll their eyes etc. on a pretty regular basis.

When I need to send back food after someone makes a mistake on my order and I can’t eat it my family acts like they’re embarrassed of me and sometimes when I’m not paying they refuse to let me. I will go hungry every time and have been made to often as well.

For years school trips and meals with other peoples families were a terrifying ordeal and still give me anxiety. I was denied desert and sometimes the meal as a whole for not eating even though I asked what was being made ahead of time so I knew if I should eat before hand or bring something else and even knowing this people ignored it and changed meal plans to try and pressure me into eating more variety.

The worst part of all of this is that I wish I could eat everything other people can but sometimes the smell or look of food I don’t like on someone else’s plate is enough to make me feel sick, the thought of putting it in my mouth for any reason is unimaginable.

And maybe the whole “they’ll eat if they’re hungry enough” thing works at a certain point but I lived off beef jerky, raisins, and half a bagel for four days on a school trip where no one bothered to accommodate my eating restrictions and I would’ve gone much longer before eating what was offered.

I had a teacher who kept me in for six recesses in a row over me not trying a bite of food we cooked in class in third grade purely because they were annoyed and took it on themself to step into something that wasn’t their business.

I regularly get guilted and called out on my unhealthy diet and it hurts because I would do anything to be able to eat more foods, I hope that maybe I will in the future, but right now it’s not an option. I’m hoping if I find a good smoothie recipe I can get more fruits and vegetables in my diet but even then I won’t ever be in a position to just eat what is served and I shouldn’t have to endure judging and being treated like a child by random strangers who have no business in what I want the food I’m paying for to have on it.

It’s valid for adults to have restricted eating too, it doesn’t make us children, and it’s not a moral failing. It’s also not anyone else’s business.

#actually autistic #autistic experiences #late diagnosed autistic #invisible disability #actuallyautistic #autism #asd #autistic community #disability #restricted eating #sensory issues #food issues

[cottagecoreismysaltlick]

Arlecchino’s story quest just revealed how old Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet are. (Spoiler kinda)

Tl;Dr: late 20s

“I wish Genshin would give us solid numbers for character ages!” Sometimes they do. And those numbers give us ages of other characters too, if you pay attention. And yeah, I know the Genshin community doesn’t like to read, but you don’t even have to do much reading for this.

And let me preface this. When you go through this much work to “justify” characters being adults some people will say it’s just “an excuse to sexualize minors”. No. This isn’t even about that.

This is about me being absolutely sick and tired with the teenagers with careers trope.

First of all, what we know:

Childe is the YOUNGEST of the Fatui Harbingers.

Childe woke up the whale when he was 14 years old, and that was 20 years ago. He is 34 years old.

Arlecchino became the Knave at 17 years old.

The Hearth siblings came to the house within a few months of Arlecchino gaining control.

Lyney and Lynette met a magician named Caesar who over 10 days, helped them hone their stage magic skills

Caesar died 10 years ago.

Toddlers can’t do street magic.

Honestly the last couple of points aren’t even needed, but they’re helpful to solidify this number. You’ll see.

Let’s do some basic Arlecchino math first.

Again, she’s canonically older than 34, but if you want her and the siblings to be as young as absolutely possible, we can start there. (Maybe she’s a few months older than Childe. Idk)

34-17=17

Absolute bare minimum, Arlecchino has been the knave, and the siblings have been in the house for 17 years.

And quite frankly, I don’t think the “kids” were embryos when they joined.

But now that we have a minimum, let’s get a maximum to cover our bases. I’m going to use the serial disappearances as a marker here, because given what we know about her she would definitely look into that sort of thing. So she can’t be much older than 37.

So, when did the siblings join the house?

First of all, let’s get a few facts from earlier involved. Cesar died 10 years ago. That means he died while they had already been in the house for 7-10 years (depending on Arlecchino’s age.)

And a widely overlooked fact that personally I think needs to be taken into account more often, is that TODDLERS CANT DO STREET MAGIC.

But I get it, this is an anime game. And for some crazy reason some fans are convinced that characters should be as young as they can possibly be.

So let’s be just, the most generous that I could possibly be here and say those kids right there are 6 years old (anime 6 year olds don’t act like real 6 year olds so I’ll give you that), and it’s been an EVENTFUL couple of months worth of mastering street magic, trauma, and joining the House of the Hearth.

6+7=13 13+10=23

So the absolute bare minimum you are being silly at this point age for the siblings is 23, and depending on how old you think Arlecchino is, up to 26.

Personally, I feel like Freminet can help us out here, but we’ll have to apply just a teensy tiny bit of real world logic if we want to get anywhere. So,

How old was Freminet when he was sent to the house?

Freminet was very close with his mother, he was incredibly skilled at fixing and building things, to the point where he would help bring in money for the family for a few years before he was dropped off at the house with the old Knave where he’d notice other children with depression who he’d seen kill themselves.

Now I ask you, does that sound like a toddler? If you’re going to look me in my eyes and try saying he was sent to the house at 5 or 6, when the earliest of memories are being DEVELOPED, you’re not just silly, you are high. There’s really only so much disbelief I can suspend here.

Let’s be generous and say he was 8 years old. You can still have your over developed anime 6 year old, but at least it gives a few years for him to have been tinkering and making happy little memories before the trauma.

Again, using the youngest possible Arlecchino age,

8+17=25

So baby brother Freminet is bare minimum 25 years old.

In conclusion, let’s use those concrete numbers here to make an age range for the House of Hearth siblings. (I could absolutely give you my personal head canon timeline, yes. Will I? Maybe if you ask nice. But this is about cold hard numbers)

You’re absolutely fucking kidding yourself here ages: 22 for Freminet and 23 for the twins.

Low end: 25 for Freminet and 26 for the twins.

Reasonable maximum (the oldest I think they could be in the flashback is 13) 32 for Freminet and 33 for the twins!!

#genshin impact #lyney and lynette #lyney #lynette #freminet #house of the hearth

[deceiver-a-day]

Rulilas Gontaut

Reimbursing Rulilas Gontaut

• [x] returns the cost to Rulilas Gontaut 

• [x] embodies an apology 

• [x] acknowledges failure

• [x] provides a new opportunity for Rulilas Gontaut 

• [x] relieves you of your guilt

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Sometimes children grow up with a different perspective from the most and see the spirits of things. Sometimes only partially. This has given rise to stories of monsters under the bed or in the closet.  Some see the spirit of a particularly uncomfortable shirt, an unloved toy, a cat’s stealthy vomit, their resentment of something a classmate said or a spirit of their own fear of the dark.

Me? Aside from the mostly friendly spirits of the floorboards, I was tormented by the spirit of my guilt.  It was two months before she came. Ms. Gontaut. I had seen her walking the halls at school. The other kids said she must’ve been a teacher for one of the older grades, but none of us really knew. She came over one evening just before bedtime, apparently she had called ahead because my mom seemed to be expecting her.

“Do you know who I am?” she smiled gently while I stood in my pajamas and my confusion. 

“Ms. Gontaut?”

“And do you know what I do?”

I shook my head.

“I check for monsters under beds.”  

My mom smiled as if this was a joke, but I could see the now-usual sadness in her eyes.

“Mine’s behind the dresser.”

“I check there too.”

After studying her for a moment, “Adults can’t see it.” My friends couldn’t either, but I didn’t want to seem too crazy.

Ms. Gontaut’s eyes twinkled as she offered her hand, “You’ll have to take me to it then.”

After checking for my mom’s nodded assent, I led Ms. Gontaut to my room and gestured to the offending dresser. She paused in front of it before pulling something out of her pocket and cooing and calling as if to coax a dog.

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It emerged with its sharp claws which it had used to dig into my heart the weeks previous and with its tentacles which it had used to choke me with sobs, but with its many eyes focused on this strange woman from school and, for the first time, without its fangs bared. As the monster ate the thing from her hand, she began to pet it and looked back to me.

“Have you given it a name?”

“What”

“A name. If you haven’t yet, that’s fine. I need to tell you something,” she gently took something that the monster had clutched in its claws, “You should probably sit.”

I sat on my bed and she handed me the thing she had retrieved. It was Iggles, an old gift from my father that I had lost years before from a time we visited an aquarium. I stroked the purple seahorse.

I’m sorry, I heard my father’s voice in my mind, Oh, Jimmy, I’m so sorry I had to leave you.

My eyes stung. But wasn’t it my fault? After all those angry things I had said that morning…

Ms. Gontaut’s hand was on mine, the other firm upon my monster. She shook her head.

“It isn’t your fault, Jimmy. It was never your fault.” She was studying the monster, interpreting its features.

“But I–” I broke into a sob.

“Maybe you said some words in anger that you regret, but you didn’t cause the storm and you didn’t loosen those rocks. You weren’t even there.”

“But what I said chased him! I saw it!” 

She gazed at me with an apologetic understanding. I realized I had never quite seen eyes like hers before.

Ms. Gontaut gestured toward Iggles. I handed him over and she held him up in front of me.

I’m sorry… my father’s voice whispered in my mind.

“Focus carefully on this seahorse’s eyes. It is normal for words to stick with someone for a time; to chase, to torment, to remain, to comfort. But your words did not kill anyone. Followed, yes, but they caused no harm to him. Normally, people don’t even see them. Would you like me to make it so that you can’t see them?”

I considered the option for longer than I would have expected, my eyes supernaturally transfixed to Iggles’s button eyes. Concern about the monster next to us crossed my mind.

“You don’t have to fear this one. It’s coming with me. It will not be lurking around invisibly.”

“O-okay. Yes. As long as you promise they won’t hurt me.”

“Then continue staring at the eyes.”

I’m sorry, Jimmy. I’m sorry I frustrated you. I’m sorry I’m gone. I’m sorry I can’t be there for you. I love you. I love you…

My father’s voice ceased apologizing. The world around stilled a bit and the spell that seemed to keep my eyes locked finally broke. The monster was gone. The floorboards were merely floorboards.

“The weight of the guilt of your father’s death is not anyone’s to carry, especially not yours. If you feel the need to apologize for something you said, you can write it down, maybe. Or tell your seahorse?”

I love you. I love you. I love you…

“I’m sorry, Dad. I don’t hate you. I miss you.”

Ms. Gontaut held my hand for a while. I felt better. Still raw and anguished, but less guilt-wracked…not that I understood it in those terms at the time.

“It will still hurt,” she broke the silence at last, “The world can be like that. But it…the world…can offer happiness from time to time. I will not tell you to shed your grief. Only your guilt. If you need to talk to me at school, stop me any time.”

—from The Memoirs of Jim Alastair Who Broke Florida

#Nobilis #Nobilis RPG #Excrucian #Deceivers #pStates #Rulilas Gontaut #art #microfiction

[cataztrophi]

TAZ November Celebration 14: Vampire AU

This @taznovembercelebration story was brought to you by my firm belief that Angus McDonald should be able to roast every adult in the TAZ universe at least once. My card for this one was "vampire AU," so I had some fun playing around in a deeply unserious vampire space.

Kravitz first noticed the boy watching his apartment in late autumn. He always showed up a little before sundown, so Kravitz wasn’t sure if he had just started this behavior or if he was just noticing it now that the sun set before he left for his shift at the bar. He was a strange little guy, always clean and well-dressed, with big round glasses that he was constantly pushing up his nose. He kept a journal with him that he was always scribbling in, though Kravitz couldn’t guess what he was writing.

His first clue to the boy’s intentions came in early December. He had just closed and locked the door to his apartment, giving the boy an awkward little nod as usual, when he saw an older woman striding purposefully towards him. 

“Angus McDonald!” she exclaimed, strained worry in her voice. “What on Earth do you think you’re doing?” 

Kravitz took this as his cue to be on his way. As he turned the corner he heard Angus hush the woman frantically.

“I’m investigating the vampires!” he hissed, probably a little louder than he intended. Kravitz laughed to himself on his way down the stairs. It was nice to know his gothic flair was being appreciated. It had been a while since someone had accused him of vampirism, though. Clearly the kid had a big imagination.

The next time he saw Angus, he decided to introduce himself, and maybe lay some of his fears to rest.

“Hey,” he began, “you’re Angus, right? I’m Kravitz.”

Angus eyed him suspiciously for a moment, then stuck out his hand. Kravitz took it, a little surprised by his grave professionalism as Angus shook his hand with a carefully-calculated amount of eye contact. 

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Listen, Angus, I just wanted to let you know, while I might enjoy borrowing some vampire aesthetics, I’m not actually-”

“I’m ten years old, sir,” Angus said, with barely-concealed irritation. “I know what goths are.”

“I- oh.” Kravitz did not spend enough time with kids to know how to handle this.

“And you’re not the one I was talking about, sir. It’s them.” Angus inclined his head towards the apartment next to Kravitz’s with a wary expression on his face. 

Kravitz frowned. “Them? Well, I haven’t seen them around much since they moved in, but it seems a little extreme to jump to conclusions like that.”

Angus shook his head. “But I’m not jumping to conclusions, sir. This is the result of months of careful reconnaissance. Let me review the evidence.” He flipped open his notebook. “First, they never come out during the day. I’ve tracked this very carefully since August and they have never left their apartment before sundown. They even moved in at night.”

Kravitz thought about it. That was unusual, and certainly explained why he didn’t hear them moving in. But still, vampires?

“Lots of people have jobs they go to overnight,” Kravitz offered. “Like me, for instance. Maybe they have jobs like that.”

Angus gave him a pitying look as though Kravitz had just tried to explain that two plus two equals six. “That may be true, but even people who work a night shift come out during the day sometimes. It’s unavoidable since our society is set up with the assumption that people are diurnal. People who mostly come out at night may be common enough, but people who only come out at night have a reason to avoid the day.”

“Okay, you may be right there, but vampires? It still seems like a bit of a leap.”

“I have more evidence, sir!”

“Of course you do.”

Angus flipped to another page in his notebook and scanned it for a moment. “When they moved in, they had two large boxes with them that were just over six feet long. By my estimation, these boxes were exactly the right dimensions for a pair of coffins or caskets. I also examined the floor outside their apartment that night and found traces of dark, sandy soil, which doesn’t match the soil in the complex. It’s my belief that this was grave dirt that fell from their coffins during the move. Furthermore, if you look up at their windows from the courtyard, it appears that they’ve covered them in black plastic or a similar light-blocking material.”

In the midst of this head-spinning rundown, Kravitz found the time to wonder how often Angus looked through apartment windows from the courtyard, and reminded himself to close the curtains during his next impromptu lip-syncing session.

“I have other tests I’d like to run,” Angus continued, “but they would require more direct contact with the subjects, and I’m understandably a bit wary.”

Kravitz stared down at him. “That’s certainly…something…. But what would you do even if you did find out they were vampires? Try to stake them?” He might have to warn his neighbors to be on the lookout for a kid running around with a wooden stake and a crucifix, although he figured Angus wasn’t likely to follow through on such a plan.

Angus shook his head emphatically. “No, sir! As far as I can tell, they don’t seem to be a danger to the community, and I think vampires, if they do exist, have just as much of a right to live as anybody.”

“So why bother investigating at all?”

“To get to the truth!” He said this like it was entirely obvious. “Besides, if vampires exist, think about the implications! We might be surrounded by all sorts of fantastical beings and phenomena that we just don’t know how to look for yet! Wouldn’t you like to know if that was the case?”

Kravitz had to hand it to him, the kid was convincing. “You know, Angus, I suppose I would. Tell you what. I’ll keep an eye out, and let you know if I see anything strange. Just try to stay out of trouble, okay?”

Angus extended a hand again and Kravitz shook it, bemused. “It’ll be a pleasure working with you, sir. Now if you’ll excuse me I have some cross-referencing to do.” He turned and started back towards his own apartment, leaving Kravitz feeling like he was somehow Angus’s sidekick now.

~~~~~

Saturdays were some of the worst nights at the bar, and this one was no different. It was nearly four a.m. before Kravitz dragged himself back to his apartment building, and he couldn’t face the stairs to the fourth floor. Instead he waited for the elevator and slumped against the railing when it arrived. The doors were just sliding shut when he heard someone shout to hold the elevator. He lunged for them, just managing to get his hand between them before they closed completely.

The doors slid open, revealing one of the most beautiful people Kravitz had ever seen. He had long blond hair tied back in a thick braid and eyes sparkling with mischief and ringed with glittery silver eyeliner. He was wearing an incredibly fluffy-looking knitted sweater and holographic platform boots, plus at least three separate statement necklaces. His earrings were made of bubblegum pink plastic and shaped like deer skulls.

“Thanks, my man,” he said as he stepped into the elevator. “Cha’boy was not going to do those stairs tonight.” He grinned, revealing a gap between his front teeth, and Kravitz felt his face heat up instantly.

“No problem,” Kravitz managed to get out, having already turned off the part of his brain responsible for socializing when he left the bar. “What floor?”

“Fourth. Oh! You too, huh?”

Kravitz nodded. He didn’t think he’d seen the man before, but that was hardly surprising considering the hours he kept with work. He’d certainly like to see more of him, if at all possible. 

“Fellow night owl?” he asked, hoping he could somehow turn the conversation in the direction of their respective activities, and then activities they could do together, and then a date and time they could plan for those activities.

The man smiled again, softer this time. “You could say that. I’m Taako.” He extended a hand heavily adorned with costume rings.

Kravitz took it with an answering smile. He was surprised to find that Taako’s hand was even colder than his own.

“You’re freezing,” he noted. “Are you alright?”

Taako wrinkled his nose. “Poor circulation. Maybe you could help with that, handsome.” He winked, and Kravitz felt his knees turn to jello. 

“They say exercise can help,” he said, still feeling out the space a little.

“Ooh, I’d love to get your heart racing.” He looked Kravitz over, clearly taking his time, and it suddenly felt incredibly warm in the elevator.

“I think you already did,” Kravitz said, truthfully. Nothing wrong with his circulation, that was sure.

Taako laughed, sounding genuinely delighted, and Kravitz’s heart leapt. “I’m sure we could think of some other things that would work, too.”

The elevator dinged before Kravitz could reply, and they both stepped out onto the fourth floor.

“This one's mine,” Kravitz said ruefully, gesturing towards his door.

“What a coincidence. Looks like you’re right next door.” Taako took out a key ring that was more novelty keychains than actual keys and unlocked the door to Angus’s suspected vampire nest.

Kravitz couldn’t help but laugh. He couldn't imagine anyone who looked less like a vampire than this sunny, freckled blond, even if he was almost supernaturally pretty.

“Well, now that we've met I can report your vampire status back to my superiors,” he quipped, realizing the moment he said it that Taako didn't have any of the context needed to make that not sound insane. A moment after that, he realized that, in the absence of proper context, Taako had apparently assumed that he was saying something awful. Taako’s inviting smile disappeared so quickly it seemed like he'd flipped a switch, and his eyes grew dark and flat. Before Kravitz could explain, or apologize, or really think, Taako’s hand closed around his shirt collar and he was being pulled into Taako’s darkened apartment. 

Unable to clearly reconstruct the sequence of events that led to this moment, Kravitz found himself pinned against the back of the door, with Taako pressing one hand over his mouth and the other on the center of his chest. It didn’t hurt, per se, but there was enough pressure behind it to indicate that it could hurt, if Taako felt like it. Kravitz was having a lot of mixed and quite frankly contradictory feelings about this turn of events. 

“Listen.” Taako's voice was quiet and carefully measured. “I'm not going to hurt you.” Kravitz found this hard to believe. It would be just his luck if his hot new neighbor turned out to be a serial killer or something. “I know you're not just going to stake us, cause then you wouldn't have said anything. So tell me who you're working for, and what you know, and then we can talk about a deal.”

Taako’s eyes looked strangely reflective in the dim candlelight of his apartment, almost like a cat's eyes. And was Kravitz seeing things, or did his teeth look longer and sharper than before?

No fucking way. If Angus had been right Kravitz was going to throw himself into the sea.

“I'm going to uncover your mouth, okay?” Kravitz nodded, as much as he could with Taako’s hand pressed against his face. In other circumstances he would have been enjoying this. Honestly, part of him was enjoying this, which probably said something about his self-preservation instincts, or how long he'd been single, or both.

Taako pulled his hand back, leaving the one on his chest. “Who do you work for, and what do you know?”

Kravitz swallowed. His mouth was uncomfortably dry now. “I work for The Astral, it's a cocktail bar downtown. And I know… well, apparently a lot less than I thought I did. Speaking of which, I'd actually like to go back to something real quick?”

 He began to put his hands up, but as soon as his muscles shifted Taako pushed against his chest a little harder in warning. “Are you telling me you are actually a vampire? And you think I'm… what? Some sort of vampire hunter?”

Taako’s eyes went wide. Then his shoulders slumped and he let go of Kravitz. “Son of a bitch. You didn't know shit, did you?”

Kravitz shrugged apologetically. “If it helps, I see how you would have gotten that impression.”

“Fuck!”

“Taako?” Another voice came from around the corner and a woman in a long red bathrobe who looked startlingly like Taako appeared. “Is everything-” She broke off when she saw Kravitz. “Who's this?”

“Kravitz,” he introduced himself, at the same time Taako said “Nobody.”

The woman crossed her arms. “Getting some contradictory messages here, gang.”

“I live next door,” Kravitz offered. Now that it didn’t seem like he was in immediate danger, he was taking comfort from the fact that everyone else seemed just as clueless about how to deal with this situation as he was. “I think we had kind of a misunderstanding, and well….”

The woman turned to Taako. “Does he know?”

Taako winced. “You know, Lup, funny story about that….”

Lup rolled her eyes. “You told him, didn't you?”

“I thought he already knew!”

“Taako, I swear, if we have to move again-”

“I'm not going to tell anyone, if it helps,” Kravitz said.

She rounded on him. “You’re not going to tell anyone that you’ve just discovered bloodthirsty monsters living in your apartment complex?”

Kravitz raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re making some unfair assumptions about me. I haven’t seen any evidence that you’ve been hurting people, and if you were just mindless killers I have a feeling I wouldn’t be talking right now.” Gods, he hoped he was right.

Taako and Lup exchanged a thoughtful glance. Finally Lup shrugged. “You deal with this, Koko. I’m gonna go take a bath.” She headed back towards the hallway before freezing suddenly. “In water, and maybe a bath bomb. Whoever invented the whole “bathing in blood” thing did not know how coagulation works.”

She walked off, leaving Taako and Kravitz staring at each other.

“Can I… ask you a question?” Kravitz asked hesitantly.

Taako shrugged and sat down on the arm of the faded, floral-patterned sofa behind him. “Ask away, my man.”

“Where do you get the blood?”

He laughed. “Volunteer system, baby!”

Kravitz stared at him. “Really.”

“Scout’s honor!”

“And that fits the demand? I mean, there’s enough people who’d let a vam-” He stopped himself. “Okay, yeah, saying it out loud it makes sense.”

“Welcome to 2023, my dude. Everybody’s horny for vampires.”

Kravitz was in no position to dispute this.

Taako perched, birdlike, on the arm of the sofa, that mischievous light back in his eyes. “Okay, Taako’s turn to ask a question.”

“Go ahead.”

Taako squinted at him, contemplating. “What do you get out of it? Not telling anyone, I mean.”

Kravitz’s heart skipped a beat. “Dinner?” he said, before he could talk himself out of it. There were some things you just had to do for the sake of your depressed teenage baby goth self. 

Taako smirked at him and climbed down from the couch, walking towards him with a sort of feline grace that had him mesmerized. “Oh, I’d love to have you for dinner, handsome.”

He blinked. Was that a threat or a come-on? Should he be more concerned about this?

To be clear,” he added hurriedly, “this isn’t some sort of blackmail thing, where I go find Dr. Van Helsing if you won’t go out with me.” Taako laughed, and Kravitz couldn’t help but smile as well. He already loved the sound. “I’d just… I’d like to get to know you a little better. It doesn’t have to be dinner, either, if that’s an issue….”

“I don’t know, I was really looking forward to sucking you dry.” His smile was knife-sharp, and probably just as deadly, as he continued towards him.

Okay, that one had to be a come-on, right? Surely. Right? Whichever it was, Kravitz was beginning to wish he was still pinned against the wall, just to give his legs some much-needed support. 

“I-” 

Before he could ask for clarification Taako grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him, rough and eager, pressing him against the back of the door. 

“When’s your next night off?” Taako asked when he pulled back, a little breathless. Wait, did vampires breathe? Shit. Focus up, Kravitz. He would have to ask about it later, though.

“Wednesday.” His voice was low and unsteady. 

“Pick me up here at 7? You can take me dancing.”

Kravitz nodded, and a moment later he was back in the hallway. Still a little dazed, it took him longer than usual to unlock his door. One question kept circling back around in his mind, in the space between the drastic reshaping of his worldview and the agitated excitement for his upcoming date. What was he going to tell Angus?

#taz november celebration #taz balance #taako #lup #taz kravitz #taakitz #angus mcdonald #troph writes

[skepticalarrie]

I saw you already have a tag on Harry/Louis physical touches/flirting that are different from the other boys or more than friendly. Which, I agree. But after combing through hours of videos I feel like I always see at least British person comment how it’s just typical British behavior. One even said “Louis isn’t flirting. He’s just British.” I’m American and only been to the uk once so I can’t form an opinion and idk where you’re from/if you’d know but I do wonder about the cultural differences?

Hi, love. With all due respect to my lovely mutuals and friends here, IMO these kinds of discussions only make sense if you’re British or American. I’m neither. So as someone “in-between” that grew up somewhere with enormous cultural diversity and significant influence of both places... it's confusing as fuck why people get stuck in these kinds of things sometimes lol.

I’m from South America and I lived in England for a while so what I can say is that this is definitely a thingTM. British boys are very "touchy" and affectionate with each other, and that ends up being a striking contrast to British adults or Americans in general, that are not touchy people at all. So I do agree that Louis was very British in that sense, he was very touchy with everyone and when he got older he really started owning this very strong cultural background in many many ways. So it makes perfect sense. With that being said, his behaviour never came across as something new to me, people are very warm where I come from, and I can clearly see the difference between what was simply culturally normal to Louis and the kind of physical intimacy he had with Harry. That was a whole different thing, which also came from Harry's side, and the excuse of being "too British" was never used on him, so. Listen... boys will be boys, okay? They're stupid and innuendos are very funny to them and blah, blah, blah. But the thing with Harry and Louis is that it went so much further, them being touchy and affectionate barely scratches the surface. So I think this argument is very superficial, coming from people not looking at it on a bigger picture.

Brits please feel free to add to my post and give your perspective. (please just don't send me anons about it, just add to the post and I will reblog)

#ask #not platonic

[leschanceux]

☕✨ memes from the tea room: sfw version ✨☕ feel free to change pronouns where necessary!

well if isn’t the consequences of my own actions

on my way to make things worse ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

i am innocent and have done nothing to deserve this in my life ever

no no that actually makes sense to me

one day I will learn to count and you guys will be so proud of me

you'll understand when you're older

THAT IS NOT ENCOURAGING [ NAME ]

my voice was even lower than usual

my ADHD also goes "WE MUST GET RID OF THE NOTIFICATION", and then my bad memory goes ".....What was that?"

...... don’t look at that emoji name i don’t control it i promise

at no point did I know where either sentences were going

We are doing this because we love you (?)

it'll be a x-mas miracle!

ew. you're back

how do we file a complaint with winter?

I knew it, you're secretly Chester Cheeto

the cheese of truth seems to be a questionable method of divination, but who am I to judge?

I'm gonna treat that statement with the sarcasm it deserves

I should not have come in to try to understand the chaos happening here

[ name ] here just going for minimum effort, maximum embarrassment

I'M SORRY MY OLD WHITE MEN AND RODENTS GOT MIXED UP

“Is this the ghost of [ name ] seeking revenge”

Like BAM DID YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?! KOOL AID MAN STYLE

I'm living for the chaos

listen it’s not real if you don’t affectionately accuse each other of hypocrisy at least once

YOU ARE NOT DUMB. YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE WITHOUT BOUNDARIES.

.... CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL

by which I mean I followed [ name ]'s explicit instructions

YOU CAN'T PUT KRAFT SINGLES ON TORTILLA

icb i have a new statement piece !

I swear I'm a professional

today's motivational speech: don’t be part of the problem, be the whole problem

my liege she be not bovvered

I'm allowed to have the braincell sometimes

pro tip: read the directions for things

T H E R A P Y

a queen is never late, everyone else is simply early

I have no defense you knew I was stupid when you hired me

I'm not adult enough for decor.

hi flop, i’m dad

Yeah, I am a noisy idea generating motherfucker when I have the braincell.

Hi I got distracted by a pretty man and almost walked into a fuckinG DOOR how’s your day going

I have been awake for over 24 hours and I'm about to order a truly inadvisable amount of Halloween decor

You're all terrible enablers and I'm too weak to protect myself

y'all just gotta trust me

let's all not do this but definitely do that

I saw nothing. I mean, I totally saw everything. But I won't tell anyone.

me and math are mortal enemies

my worst nightmare is that one day i'll like coffee and i'll lose a part of my personality

...I already barely use social media so I guess my geriatric ass is safe?

#rp meme #rpcdev #aka the starboard sees all 2; electric boogaloo

[dance-in-moonlight]

Suptober Day 7: Fine Wine

Summary: Dean feels bad about the wrinkles he’s getting, but Cas knows how to make him feel better.

In all of his years of being a perfect casanova (as far as that could go), Dean had never been vain. Confident, yes. Maybe a tiny bit boastful about his skills and accomplishments, but he’d never given too much of a damn about his looks aside from personal hygiene. He knew that people found him handsome, beautiful even, because they kept telling him. Still, Dean had always been sure that all his boyfriends and girlfriends and everyone in between had liked him for his character, and that had been the part he’d put work into.

But now he was 36, and as much as he liked aging - he had nephews now, and a pretty nice house paid from his own money - he found more and more little wrinkles in his face. He had just gotten done shaving his stubble, now he stood propped on the sink, leaning in to examine his face in the mirror.

He hadn’t changed that much since 25. And he didn’t look old, just...older. His face was still basically the same, with green eyes, freckles, and prominent bone structure which his husband loved so much. But he’d gathered wrinkles, a few little scars, and his lips weren’t as plump and full as they used to be. His light brown hair was falling into his face, now laced with silvery strands. Dean knew it was natural, but it suddenly felt like years had passed in the blink of an eye.

He’d finished highschool eighteen years ago, met Cas ten years ago, married and bought the house six years ago. And now Sammy, a grown man himself, had two little boys of two and four years.

A few minutes of him silently staring into the mirror must have passed, because the bathroom door opened and a worried Cas entered.

“Hey, are you alright?” When Dean just sighed, Cas appeared in the mirror, wrapping his arms around Dean’s bare torso from behind and kissing his shoulder.

“What’s wrong, honey? Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing”, Dean responded. “It’s stupid, really.”

He met Cas’ eyes in the mirror, watching him with a soft expression, waiting for him to talk.

“I just...sometimes it hits me how old I am.” There, that was it.

Cas frowned and looked at his husband from the side. “You’re not old. Why do think that?”

Dean leaned back into his hug, eyeing his own mirror image once more. “Grey hairs, wrinkles, scars...I know I’m not old old, but I’ve obviously aged, and I have this adult life and everything just...” He trailed off in the end, unable to describe what he felt.

His husband now rested his chin on Dean’s shoulder, never losing eye contact in the mirror. His expression was still soft, his voice neutral as he asked: “Do you have any regrets?”

Now it was Dean’s turn to frown. He brought up a hand to put over one of Cas’ where they were wrapped around his chest and squeezed it. “No! You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you, and our home, our life...I just miss being younger sometimes.”

“Or maybe you miss being free of responsibilities”, Cas mused.

“Yeah, maybe.” Dean took a deep breath, getting a little tired of staring at himself now. “I just, I don’t know. What if I stop being pretty to you? What if I turn into this grumpy, ugly old man all of a sudden and we stop getting along, and all I do is sit and watch baseball?”

Cas chuckled at that, straightened behind Dean and freed one of his hands to gently cup Dean’s face. He brought his fingertips to Dean’s temple and looked at him intently. “See that?”

“The crowsfeet? Yeah...”

“And here”, he continued, bringing his hands down between Dean’s nose and upper lip. “Those are mostly from smiling, love. You barely have any worry lines. Everytime I see you, you’re laughing or smiling. You’re such a kind and happy person, Dean.”

He kissed the back of his neck, sending a happy little shiver down Dean’s spine.

“I personally think you look better than ever. You’ve aged like fine wine, just keep getting more delicious every year. We’ll be doing great until the reaper comes and gets us, I really believe that.”

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle, somehow Cas always found the right words to wipe his worries away. He turned around and wrapped his arms around Cas’ neck, kissing the tip of his nose. “You’re such a sweet talker.”

“I mean it though”, Cas responded and took the opportunity to steal a kiss. “You’re beautiful, very smart, incredibly sexy, and you - we have so much life ahead of us. You don’t need to be in your twenties to feel free and do stupid things now and then. We can go party, take trips to god knows where, buy stupid stuff, change our minds about things...I don’t care if five years from now I’ll be singing our future children to sleep or be drunk dancing in a club with you. I’m fine as long as we’re doing it together. Grey hair, wrinkles and everything. Okay?”

Dean had been stupidly smiling since the beginning of his little speech, only pressing up closer to his husband.

“Mhhh”, he hummed, leaning in for another soft kiss. “I love you so fucking much, you know that, right?”

Cas slid his hands down Dean’s back until he felt the hem of his jeans, then shoved them into Dean’s backpockets to cup his ass. “I’m getting the idea, yeah.”

They kissed again, a little bit longer this time. Cas eventually broke away, making eye contact with Dean.

“Is everything fine again?”

“More than fine”, Dean smiled. It was true, he felt like there was sunshine in his blood. How did he deserve this awesome man?

“Okay, dinner then? I made burgers...”

Dean’s eyes widened. “Fuck, I’m gonna marry you again.”

#suptober22 #Destiel #aging #My writing

[icekingofhope]

Hello everyone so I heard lately people been fighting over nezha age and such so I decided to my input on the matter

(remember this is just my opinion you don’t have to agree with it)

So you maybe asking what do I think nezha is a adult or kid

my answer is: neither cause I see him as a teenager

let me explain

now yes he has a deep voice and seems taller and such but I knew kids who had deep voices and were tall and such but he still has his immaturity like that part in season 3 episode 9

When wukong was being snarky nezha snaps going “why can’t you never let me have the last word!!” Now I don’t know about you but the way he said it felt like how a teenager gets annoyed being teased by their older slibing or friend

but I’m also gonna admit nezha is probably older now I mean thousands of years have passed but you all have to remember time is different in the celestial realm from what I read it says one day in the celestial is a year in the mortal realm

and we don’t exactly know how many years till a god ages

but then your probably saying he acts very mature alot of teenagers do act mature and not to mention he always was like that even when he was a kid cause he went threw very traumatic stuff when he was younger

(you can look it up on nezha backstory warning it has very gorey details and impiled abusive father)

so yeah that’s where am at he is not a adult or a kid either he is a teenager but then you probably ask me is it ok to still ship him since teenagers get together sometimes my answer is no

cause you have to respect the culture he is from like you have to respect the culture triptakas from cause I know people discard his reglion and such cause look I hate triptaka alot but doesn’t mean i discard the important detail about him being a Buddhist

And not to mention even if shipping nezha wasn’t problematic (which it is) I would have prefer him to not date cause I personally see him as aroace and perfers to be alone and there is barely anyone in his age range to ship him with

(And don’t say well he lived for like thousands of years he is still mentally a kid )

but yes that’s all I have to say nezha is a teenager and no still not ok to ship him with the other characters

and remember this is MY opinion don’t attack me if you don’t like it cause I know there are people out there won’t change their minds immediately seeing this and such

anyways have a good day

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #just my opinion #welcome to my ted talk #lmk nezha #monkie kid nezha #lego nezha #Lmk

[thestobingirlie]

Okay but also about Nancy being seen as motherly to max it’s so weird to me considering that all Nancy does is ask max if she’s okay after a traumatic experience. Like Nancy did the absolute bare minimum and robin isn’t even close to max at all. She’s way more close with Dustin and erica and people just like totally ignore that. Idk it just seems like they do the bare minimum and they get established as “Max’s mom” which again they are maybe 18 and being treated as parents. And max has a mom that is interesting to see about their dynamic as a whole but people just ignore that. But it’s even more weird cuz max would not see them as her “moms” at all like at most she may look up to them but she definetly does not see them as her mother figures. Also like we already established - she didn’t even give them a letter! That’s sooo important to max and the story that she only gave a letter/write a letter to Steve! He was the only teen that max felt close enough to write a letter to. Like idk it’s just so odd to me how people assign robin and Nancy as Max’s moms when they’ve barely interacted outside of group settings. Like max and Nancy were more around each other in season 3 however they were barely even together in a situation that wasn’t anything to do with not saving the world. Meanwhile yes it is slight but max went to see Steve with el at scoops ahoy and it’s clear that the younger teens have gone out of their way to playfully annoy Steve at the beginning of season 3 when none of them are in danger. Idk it just drives me a little bit crazy honestly because max doesn’t really even open up to Nancy and robin at all and she isn’t around them much. But also I could just hate the whole “mom” thing that people have started to do. Anyway those are my thoughts and I’m glad that other people are annoyed that robin and Nancy are now seen as “Max’s moms”

max and nancy literally had like one scene where they spoke to each other one on one, and people immediately dove for it. “nancy is max’s mom!” like… this fandom is just so fucking weird and obsessive when it comes to labelling teenagers as younger teenagers parents.

and with robin, i literally was gonna say that! like if anyone is robin’s ‘kids’ it’s dustin and erica! (but people love to erase erica for some reason…)

i think in a lot of fiction parents just aren’t there much, so you don’t have to think about them, and a lot of people attempt to recreate that dynamic in stranger things, but it just ends up looking kinda silly because there’s like ten kids that now don’t have parents even though they have parents. all because people can’t be arsed to think about adults lmao

and yeah! max gave steve a letter! literally the only person outside of her direct family and friend group. the only older teen she wanted to have something to remember her by when she died, and had something to say to. and people just like to write over it. i think sometimes people underplay the importance of those letters. it’s everything max wants to say to these people before she dies in. and steve gets one! not nancy, not robin. steve.

and i didn’t even think about that! like, yeah max often gets paired with steve when the upside down comes back, but she and the kids do also just hang out and bug steve, like you would an older brother.

but yeah. the weird parental thing this fandom is so insanely obsessed with is weird, and they should try and let it go a bit lol.

#max mayfield #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #asks #lovefrom-theother-side

[grey-rambles]

Hi! I need some comfort rn so can I ask how the bench trio would introduce their best friend to their stream?

Maybe the three of them are streaming and you knock on the door like “I know y’all are streaming but I don’t give a shit” and just like go sit down with them and start vibing

(I give you full creative liberty to how they met y/n)

I’m sorry, this isn’t going to be my best work. I’m still pretty upset, but this prompt was so cute that I really wanted to write at least something for it, both to take my own mind off of things, and also to hopefully offer a little comfort to you, dear readers.

THIS IS ALL STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!!!!!! I am a grown woman, it would be weird for me to write romance about people who are barely adults. Also, fairly close to my brother’s age, so. Big Sister Instinct is definitely present here, sorry to those readers who may be closer to their actual age....

Small mention of blood his the only warning here! Neutral pronouns for Y/N.

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Okay, look. You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on them, but they were talking so loud, and right next to you in the freezer section, what else were you supposed to do? It isn’t like you could just turn off your hearing!

The interrupting their conversation part was on you, though.

“Okay, no,” you butt in, silencing the trio of boys who had been bickering next to you, “I’m so sorry to interrupt, but if you put frozen chunks of onion into a pot of oil, the ice will turn to water and cause massive splashes of hot oil. Please do not do this.”

“Well, how else are we supposed to make onion rings then?” says the blonde one.

“I told you! You have to use fresh onions!” the shortest one exclaims. The masked one nods his head in agreement, while the blonde scowls.

“And batter,” you add, “Batter is important.”

They all three look at you as though they have no idea what you’re talking about, and it’s with a sinking feeling in your chest that you discover that none of these boys has ever prepared a full, from scratch meal in their lives.

So that’s how you wound up, several times over the course of the next few months, in the kitchen of your apartment, teaching the trio to cook. Over the course of that time, you had gotten to know Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo, as they had introduced themselves on that first fateful afternoon, really quite well, both in and out of the kitchen. You had learned about their respective careers, and listened intently whenever they described some of the (frankly insane sounding) experiences they had had.

Uncomfortable with being on camera, you had tagged along as a camera person on a couple of Tommy’s vlogs, and made appearances on stream in voice chats a few times here and there. You were there, cheering them on from the sidelines every month for MCC, and sometimes filled in as a member of a lobby for games, even if you didn’t ever stream. You would offer what advice you could to Tubbo when he came to you with concerns over TubNet; you were one of the first people Ranboo came out to; you frequently listened to Tommy go on for hours about his YouTube analytics, all with a smile on your face.

You hung out a lot outside of the public eye as well, Aside from the “cooking lessons” once a week at your place, where the four of you would make dinner together, there were frequent trips down to the Brighton Pier and other attractions in the area. Sometimes it was just the four of you, sometimes some of their other friends would tag along. You got along particularly well with Wilbur, who you had bonded over being adopted by Tommy as a pseudo-older-sibling, and Aimsey, whose bubbly personality and sense of humour meshed well with your own.

It was about six months into your friendship with the boys that Tommy approached you, much more hesitant and quiet than usual, flanked on either side by Tubbo and Ranboo. You set down your phone on the kitchen island, turning your full attention to the tree of them, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in your stomach.

“What’s up, Tom?” you ask, trying to keep a tremor out of your voice, and mostly succeeding.

He shifts slightly, looking to either side of him for confirmation from his friends, before finally beginning to speak. “Um. So, you know, we had this idea, and we wanted to be sure you would be okay with it before we moved any further ahead with it. And it’s okay if you aren’t, but we just figured it would be better to ask now than after we hype ourselves up too much for it.”

You wait a moment for someone to continue, before prompting, “What sort of idea is it?”

“We want to do a cooking stream!” Tubbo begins excitedly, “And make everything from scratch, like how you’ve been teaching us!”

“We’d probably need to use your kitchen too, since you have like. Way more equipment than any of us do,” Ranboo adds on.

“And you wouldn’t have to be on camera or anything,” Tommy is quick to reassure you, “You could just, I dunno. Provide, like, moral support behind the scenes, right? Sit behind the camera and yell at us.” His voice rises into a joking imitation of your own “Mimimi, Tommy don’t gesture with that knife, you’re gonna take somebody’s eye out, no Tubbo, don’t add whole garlic cloves into the butter, they have to be chopped up first. Y’know, stuff like that.”

At your continued silence, he hurries to continue speaking. “And it’d be so cool Y/N! We’d get to show off all the cool stuff you’ve been teaching us, and... it’d just be super pog, you know?”

Tommy then proceeds to bring out the big guns in an attempt to get you to agree, and turns his big blue eyes towards you with the most earnest, hopeful, expression on his face.

“Please?” he says quietly, and you instantly cave in, your nod of assent being met with broad smiles and excited whoops from your boys.

It does end up taking some time to get ready for the stream, about a month in total. Once you all decide on a day when everyone will be free, you start planning out a menu for the trio to prepare. Deciding to do three courses plus a dessert, you begin narrowing down your options until a menu is finally decided. Then, when the day finally arrives, you head down to the store with Ranboo to grab all the ingredients, while Tommy and Tubbo set up the cameras and computer back in the kitchen.

The stream starts off fairly well, with you sat just behind the camera, able to see everything that’s happening and close enough to be picked up on mic if you speak, but still out of sight. Tommy introduces the stream to chat with his trademark enthusiasm, and then the three of them get to work.

The menu you all had decided on was an appetizer, a main course and a side, plus a dessert. For the appetizer, they had chosen to do onion rings once again, to commemorate the day you had met, then the main was going to be homemade chicken tenders and fries, with a simple salad and vinaigrette on the side. Dessert would be your mother’s brownie recipe, something fairly simply, but with delicious results.

Onion rings went okay, seeing as they were something you and the boys had made several times before, and Ranboo was very careful handling the chef’s knife while cutting the chicken breasts and potatoes into bite-sized pieces, Tommy and Tubbo busy arguing over how much paprika to add to the breading mix.

“Eugh,” Tubbo said while wrinkling his nose, “My hands are all gunky.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his disgusted expression. “I told you to use one hand to touch the wet ingredients and the other for the dry, but you didn’t listen to me...”

He shoots you a playful glare from where he’s standing, then looks contemplatively at his fingers. “Do you reckon this will taste any good if I lick it off?”

You shoot up straight in your chair, alarmed. “Do not do that. You’ll give yourself food poisoning.”

He looks surprised and a little confused. “Surely not?”

“Think about it for a second, Tubbo. The liquid mixture is a combination of raw eggs and milk, and you’ve been touching raw meat. And that’s not even mentioning the uncooked flour! Do not stick your fingers in your mouth, please. It won’t even taste good, trust me on that one.”

He lets out a dramatic sigh and an impressive eye roll, and moves over to the sink to wash his hands.

With the chicken in the oven, and the fries in the air fryer, you all move onto the side salad. Tommy pretty much demands that he be allowed to take over on chopping duty, so Ranboo obligingly moves over to begin measuring out the ingredients for the dressing, Tubbo peering around his body in interest.

“Tom, be careful with your fingers please,” you say, “I don’t want you to cut yourself.”

He looks up at you with what you assume is supposed to be some sort of reassuring look and says, full of that Tommyinnit bravado, “I’m a big man, Y/N, and big men do not cut themselves. In fact, if the knife were to try and pierce my skin, I would simply tell it no thank you, and be just fine, because I’m just so awesome that the blade would just be so intimidated by me.”

Having said this, he immediately slices open his finger.

Wide blue eyes meet yours. “Well, that’s... not very pogchamp of me, huh.”

Almost without registering that you’ve moved, you’re grabbing the first aid kit off the counter (kept so nearby for occasions like this), and move to his side, beginning to wrap the injury in a pieces of gauze.

“Um. Y/N,” Tommy hisses at you, eyes wide.

You cock your head at him, confused. He gestures to the left with his head, and you turn to look, only to be faced with a blinking red light coming from the camera.

Oh no.

Chat is positively flying by on the screen that’s turned to face you, so fast that you can’t read it.

You make eye contact with Ranboo behind Tommy, and he must sense your anxiety because he quickly turns from that he was doing to clap his hands together loudly. “Whelp. Let’s move on now chat, come on. Stop spamming or you’ll be muted.”

“You okay to continue on, Y/N? We can end if you want,” Tommy speaks lowly near your ear, too quiet for the mic to pick up on.

You steel yourself, take in a deep breath, and nod. “Yeah, I’m okay to go on.”

Tommy’s smile is brilliant when you meet his eyes.

“I think you should probably take over chopping, Y/N/N,” Tubbo interjects, “it’ll probably result in less injuries in the end.

Ranboo’s head flies up. “Hey! I did a great job cutting the chicken!”

“Sure thing, boss man,” Tubbo replies, already re-engrossed in shredding the kale leaves for the salad. Ranboo huffs, but leaves it at that.

Tommy pouts by your side. “What am I supposed to do then?” he whines.

“You can be my moral support,” you offer, and he perks up visibly.

Salad prep finishes without a hitch, and you begin guiding the boys through making the brownie batter. They’ve drawn you so completely into their banter that you almost forget that there’s even a camera there! Anytime they notices you looking over towards the camera or the laptop too much, or going quiet as you begin getting lost in your own head, one of them will draw you back into the present, with a nudge of your shoulder, or a comment spoken directly to you.

While the brownies are in the over, the four of you serve up and eat the main part of the meal, bantering all the while. All three of the boys praise your recipes highly, Tommy eats seven chicken tenders while Tubbo eggs him on, and Ranboo tries to convince you to let him top the brownies with some gummy worms.

“No, Ranboo,” you say from where you’re whisking some heavy cream in a large bowl, “we will not be desecrating my mother’s brownies by putting gummy worms on them. I am putting my foot down here.”

From his place in your old seat off camera, Ranboo pouts at you. You roll your eyes with a smile. “We have whipped cream, caramel sauce, chocolate drizzle and rainbow sprinkles. What could you possibly need gummy worms for?”

“To make an abomination, duh.” You laugh, startled by his instantaneous rebuttal.

“Anyways,” you move on without acknowledging Ranboo’s reply, “brownies should be cooled enough to eat now, and the whipped cream is done, so let’s dig in!”

Nobody needs to be asked twice. The trio of teenagers descends upon the tray of brownies like a pack of wolves, and soon enough you’re finishing up with dessert and starting to wind down the stream. Joining the boys for their good-bye, you smile wide and wave at the camera until the recording light has gone dark before collapsing back into a chair, exhausted.

“You did great, Y/N!” Tommy enthuses, sitting down next to you, “That was pretty much the best stream ever!”

You smile tiredly back at him, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

“You’re okay though, right, Y/N?” Ranboo adds quietly. “I know that showing your face on camera can be scary, and you hadn't planned on it for tonight, so...”

Your heart melts at his concern. “I’m okay,” you reassure him with a grin, “It wasn’t what I had panned for this, but you guys were great at keeping me out of my own head. I had fun.”

“That’s good,” he smiles back at you.

Tubbo pokes his head back into the kitchen. “Hey, I’ve got an episode of <insert your fave TV show here> queued up, if we’d all like to watch it and wind down.”

Grin widening, you heave yourself up and head into the living room. Tubbo has made a little nest out of blankets on the floor, and you all sprawl out across it as the show begins to play.

Feeling your eyelids begin to droop, you murmur out a quiet “Love you guys”.

Hearing a chorus of “love yous” in return, you allow your eyes to finally slip shut, a smile on your face.

Hope you liked it! Sorry it took so long to post, I wanted to queue it for the week I was away camping lol....

Look out for more from me soon!

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#grey's prompts #grey's rambles #mcyt imagine #bench trio x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #mcyt x you

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Discovering Who You Are

A lot of LGBT+ teens are upset at people discovering their own queerness at a late age, presumably because they expect everyone to just fully accept themselves as some flavor of LGBT+ the second they hit puberty.

It’s not that simple.  It really isn’t.

I grew up in Alabama in the 90s.  My parents were and are very homophobic.  We were Catholics in a heavily-Protestant area.  I learned at an early age that, for some reason I couldn’t figure out, it was wrong for boys to marry boys or girls to marry girls.  Despite my confusion, I was forced to accept that these things were a sin.

I was what my parents’ generation called a “tomboy.”  I preferred jeans over skirts (mainly because I wasn’t allowed to climb things in skirts).  I played more with “boys’“ toys than with “girls’“ toys.  I loved dinosaurs.  I hated floral patterns with a vengeance.  I loved stories where a female character has to disguise herself as a boy to avoid being recognized and captured.  Those stories made me feel a certain way that I couldn’t put my finger on.  My mother assumed I’d “grow out of it” and kept buying me Barbie dolls and pink floral bedspreads that I hated, assuming that I’d come around.

I hit puberty.  I found myself enjoying looking at other girls.  But I also knew I liked boys.  Because I had not been exposed to the concept of bisexuality (we didn’t even have Internet access), I assumed that because I liked boys, I must be straight.  I must just enjoy pictures of beautiful women for the aesthetics.  Yeah.

My college years came.  I found myself admitting that I had a few “exceptions,” women I’d “go gay for.”  I was 21 years old when I was finally able to admit that no, I was in fact bisexual.  By this point, it was the mid-2000s.  I knew, in my heart of hearts, that I could never tell my parents what I’d discovered.  I still didn’t have a college degree or a job that could support me on my own. I would be homeless the moment I said, “Mom, Dad, I’m bi.”  So I kept my damn mouth shut.  (AFAIK, my parents still don’t know.)  I felt relieved to know more about myself, but terrified that my bisexuality could get me fired, blacklisted, my life ruined.

Years passed.  I tried and failed to hook up with a few young women my age who were accepting of LGBT+ folks.  (They were usually already dating someone else, which put a damper on things.)  I met a nice older man who was really sweet and liked a lot of the things I do.  We ended up getting married.

I entered my 30s.  I started seeing a lot more openly trans and NB people on Tumblr (still the main place I tend to see trans and NB people, since it’s dangerous to be open about it in public still).  I learned that some people were genderfluid.  Suddenly, something clicked.  I understood why I thought it would be cool to be “mistaken” for a boy sometimes.  At age 34, I finally realized that I was genderfluid.

These were concepts that I did not have a word for when I was a teenager.  I couldn’t identify as bisexual or genderfluid because I was unaware that these concepts even existed.  Queer rights have come a LONG way since the 1990s, and in conservative areas, attitudes have barely budged.  I have a cousin my own age who thinks that the mention that a certain child has 2 mommies is “adult content” and shouldn’t be in children’s shows.  I have heard years of horrifyingly homophobic and transphobic things from my parents, aunts, uncles.

So yes, older people often take longer to figure out that they aren’t allocishet.  They grew up with no Internet, no queer representation on TV or in the movies, nothing except what our enemies have to say about us.  And those who did know, were in extreme danger if they came out.  It’s not that long ago that being queer, or even suspected of it, got you put in prison.

Hell, even know, if certain people knew I wasn’t cishet, there would be an uproar.  Parents would insist that it wasn’t safe for me to teach their children.

#queer history #lgbt history #coming out #long post

[missherondale29]

Client is always right, Part 3

And Hyunjin was never keeping track of who subscribed to him. A day – constituently two or three new followers, as Jisung kindly calls them, usually they are potential clients of just onlookers who liked to stick to other people’s tattoos. Hyunjin missed when someone with the nickname felix1509 followed him, he wouldn’t have noticed him, but the new subscriber actively liked his posts, watched all his stories, and once, when he had no clients, Hwang sat down for a cup of coffee, he received a notification in DM.

[felix1509]

Hello!

I would like to book a tattoo session

Is it possible?

Hyunjin doesn’t really care about who he gets tattoos on. Among his friends he has only Minho and Jisung, and even then with the light hand of this shell-shocked squirrel that began to spam him in KakaoTalk and constantly invite him to movie marathons (to the offended Changbin, you are an asshole, again you are ignoring me for them). They invited Changbin too, well, purely out of decency and so as not to pout, but Seo is still a bitch, just give him a reason to inflate the drama out of nothing (however, in the end he agrees – he is bribed with free beer and the third season of “Hemlock Grove” and he’s ready to confess his love to Minho). So, nine times out of ten, Hyunjin frankly doesn’t give a fuck who texts him.

This boy is just the tenth case.

Hyunjin decided to have a look at his profile – this Felix was too light for all this swamp. Beautiful as hell, sunny as if he was shining. He has a delicate baby face with a scattering of freckles on milky skin, he has a nice head of silky white hair, which he either grew, tying a funny ponytail at the back of his head, or cut off, combed back. He has big deep blue eyes, and Hwang even caught himself looking shamelessly at the photo of this unfamiliar boy, who has probably already seen that his messages had been read and were waiting for a response.

[hyunjin]

Are you nineteen?

There was something like a rule in Youngho’s studio that they don’t tattoo minors, only with the written permission of their parents and in the presence of a responsible adult. It’s kind of a legal requirement, Hyunjin doesn’t are too much about it, he didn’t come across minors before (partly, probably, thanks to Youngho and his person in charge of appointments). And the kid in the photos is barely seventeen years old – although maybe the almighty Photoshop and filters should be the ones to thank for this, because, if you look at Hyunjin, thank God, you can’t say he’s already over twenty-five (Changbin here consistently jokes about gray hair and places for pensioners in transport – and consistently gets a slap).

[felix1509]

Of course

I’m twenty-two. actually

By Korean standards, twenty-three.

Damn it, he’s not Korean, is he? However, Hyunjin brushed aside this thought, returning to the stranger’s profile again. Twenty-two. By Korean standards, twenty-three, but you can’t give it straight. His face is too childish, perhaps because of these funny freckles. or maybe Hyunjin is just used to Changbin and the fact that everyone around him is somehow older than him (we can’t count Jisung, sometimes he acts like he’s Hyunjin’s hyung, not the opposite). Therefore, he was surprised that the guy was actually only three years younger than he was – that’s in fact impressive.

[hyunjin]

Are you sure you want a tattoo?

It’s not easy to get it removed.

Hyunjin should slow down now because, as their wonderful and dearly beloved Youngho says, every client is money, and money is what keeps the planet of, so the planet is on clients, and don’t be rude to them, be nice, especially you, Hyunjin, stop pouting or I won’t give you an award next month. He was literally dissuading the client from the service, for which he would eventually pay money, and Hyunjin’s salary directly depends on boys like this Felix.

But lord, he felt sorry, for him or for himself, Hyunjin hasn’t figured it out yet. But when he looked at those pretty photos in his profile again, for some reason he couldn’t bust every brain cell to find out what he could offer to such an angel. There can’t be stuff like skulls of swear words on half of his arm. And he is unlikely to tattoo a sleeve, not his style.

[felix1509]

I thought you were the artist, not the one to dissuade the client.

Hyunjin stopped here. It’s funny. This angel is actually right, yes, Youngho would have said the same thing, but the whole story seemed to be interesting enough, this bright sunshine asks for a tattoo, and Hyunjin even betrays his own principles of not asking too many questions.

[hyunjin]

I don’t care, you can ask for an appointment through the studio account, they do it

[felix1509]

I want especially to you

[hyunjin]

Contact them, they will make an appointment to me

To be continued...

#fanfic #hyunlix #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #skz

[bylightofdawn]

WIP Sunday

So this Jaster and Myles scene has officially exploded into its own chapter at this rate. Apparently, Myles has a lot to say/think about the idea of adoption. It actually got angsty there for a bit and I'm STILL not done with it.

I feel like maybe I'm posting too much sometimes but I apparently don't understand the assignment when it comes to snippets or sneak peeks. And I generally try and put it behind a cut so that if people don't want to get spoiled for anything they don't. Uhh only bit of backstory needed to understand this is Myles is a Kiffar foundling who was rescued by his adopted parents who were serving with Jaster as some of his OG True Mandalorians. They were killed in a Death Watch attack when Myles was around Jango's age so 13/14 and he's now 22. He was technically old enough to be considered an adult, so he sort of floated around the camp though as he comes to find out he got low-key tricked into being unofficially adopted by Jaster and another of the older Mandalorian. In that, they lured him in like a feral tooka and he just sorta ended up...staying.

Okay so enjoy 1,300 words of Jaster and Myles bonding and Jaster doing his best to be a B+ parent. And as always, this is super rough with a bare minimum of anything resembling editing or proof-reading.

Jaster fought back a groan at the twinge of pain that ran up his leg when he carefully sat down in the chair next to Myles. 

Since he wasn’t the type to beat around the bush, the dark-haired Mandalorian slanted a look over at his young aide-de-camp. “So....you’re making friends with a Jedi? That’s nice?”

Myles groaned and buried his face in his hands because this was definitely the conversation he’d been dreading ever since Jango opened his big, fat mouth. “It’s not like that.”

“Hey, I’m not one to judge. I’m the last person who will judge you for becoming friendly with a Jedi. Or anything else for that matter.” 

The younger man pinned him with a look that needed no translation. Myles was all too aware of what he and Plo Koon got up to. They might have tried to keep things quiet between them but there were a select few who’d found out over the years. Thankfully, none of them were blabbermouths and they had kept their relationship on the down low mostly.

“Mace is....nice. He was nice and kind to me when I needed it after Jango was hurt. I didn't know a Jedi could be nice like that. I mean, outside of Plo Koon but I always felt like that was just him, not because he was a Jedi, you know?"

"I get it. Turns out we might not have been exactly charitable to our ancient enemies when we were demonizing them. Go figure."

"Exactly. So we got to talking, and I realized he’s fun to hang out and talk to as well. That’s about it, honestly.”

“Good, I’m glad you made a friend. Jango was definitely painting things in a different light back there is all.”

“Because he’s a little shabuir.” Myles grumbled under his breath.

“He’s probably jealous, to be honest. And threatened that you might replace him with someone else. You’re his ori'vod in everything but name.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Well, he’s fourteen so I’m pretty sure most of the things running through his head are like that. All I am saying is, if things with you and this Jedi were to turn to something more, I have your back. And I won’t judge you for it either.”

“Definitely putting the cart before the eopie there, Jaster.” 

“I know, I just never want you to think I wouldn’t have your back and support you in anything you chose. You have a good head on your shoulders, Myles. And you have never put me in a position where I questioned your judgment in anything. So just know I’ll be in your corner either way.” He said quietly as he met the younger man’s eyes directly. 

Myles felt a well of emotion he couldn’t even name blossom to life in his chest and he had to take a breath to center himself before he could plan words. Hearing Jaster say that was a lot to process. Especially considering the man’s position as both his Mand’alor but also the nebulous place he had in his life where he fluctuated from being a sort of older brother, a mentor, and even a surrogate father figure. 

Having the man reaffirm his trust in Myles touched a wound inside the young man that had never fully healed in the years since his own adopted parents were killed. 

“Thanks, Jaster.” Myles finally got out, his voice rough with emotion. The older man seemed to recognize his words had affected Myles in some way because a concerned look and he laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Myles? You okay, vod?” 

“Yeah, sorry. I just-” Myles had to break off and take another breath. “It’s been a long week and I think I needed to hear that.”

Jaster’s concerned expression softened into one of understanding and sympathy. The hand that had been resting on his shoulder came up to muss his hair affectionately as a smile broke out on the older man’s face.

“It’s been a long week for all of us, so I get that. Just remember, if you ever have any doubts that you’re the one I entrusted the most precious person I have in your care.” 

“Haar'chak!. You might actually make me cry if you keep this up, Jaster.” Myles joked, but there was more than a little of truth in his complaint. His throat felt tight with emotion. 

“Sorry, verd’ika.” Jaster chuckled and bumped his shoulder against Myles’s in an affectionate gesture. “Well, let me make it more complicated for you since I have a terrible sense of timing, something I think we can both agree on?”

Myles shot him a wary look. “Yes?” 

The Kiffar packed a lot of questions into that single word. 

“I once asked you after Ruus and Cina passed if you wanted to join my House. You said no at the time, and I completely understand why.” 

Judging by the way Myles’s eyes went wide with surprise, that had not been what he’d been expecting Jaster to say. 

By now, the pulse of pain that he felt whenever the subject of his parents’ death got brought up was achingly familiar and expected. The ache of their loss some days felt like it was a million kilometers away while others it felt like someone had ripped the wound open anew and was a bloody, stinging mess in his heart. 

“I didn’t want to give up their name. That name is the only thing I still have of them.” Outside of the damaged remains of their armor which he had tucked safely away and kept under his bed at their base on Concord Dawn.”

“A sentiment I completely understand and one I respect.” Jaster agreed neutrally. 

“I’m also a bit too old to be adopted at this point. I don’t need a legal guardian or parental figure.” 

“Ehhh, maybe not the legal guardian part, but the latter. I think that’s subjective. But I’m not trying to take the place of your buire, not really. I was hoping if nothing else, you would consider joining my House as a vassal if not as a family. I respect the need to want to keep your family’s name and their legacy alive.” 

A puzzled look filled the younger man’s eyes then because he didn’t understand why Jaster was asking him this.

“It would put my mind at ease knowing that if something were to happen to me that Jango wouldn’t be completely alone out there in the galaxy. You grew up as a camp kid. You know how it can be if you don’t have someone out there keeping a watchful eye on you. Even if it is in an unofficial matter.”

The realization of what Jaster was asking dawned on Myles and settled into his stomach like a lead weight. He didn’t even want to consider a world where Jaster Mereel didn’t exist. It didn’t even matter that it was a completely ridiculous and illogical wish because he was going to die one day. All of them would die, sometimes far too young and too violent for it to be fair or just. That was even more true for a Mando’ade like Jaster who’d made soldering his professional career. 

But the man was right because Myles did know what it was like to grow up as an unattached kid too stubborn to let themselves be adopted or taken in by a Clan officially and he knew Jango would be the same way. Myles had been lucky in a lot of ways because he’d the likes of Jaster and old Aran to watch out for him, but also because Jaster ran a tight ship and the True Mandalorians were an honorable bunch of Mandalorians. 

He’d heard horror stories of other kids not so blessed to be surrounded by men and women who held true to the Resol'nare. 

“I know it’s a lot to ask and I probably have no right doing it, but I wasn’t kidding about you being his ori'vod.”

“I’ll do it.” Myles didn’t even have to stop and think about that one. “I would be honored to do that. Though for both our sakes, probably don’t mention that to Jango as the reason for doing it.”

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