#spent like 5-10 min on each

[wild-at-mind]

Don't want to tone police anyone else, but I kind of hope that if anyone sent me a misguided ask trying to 'correct' some terminology I used for my own self-identity, I'd be able to reply in a way that didn't frame myself as superior for being out longer than the asker.

#i've only been out for like 5 mins anyway so i kind of hate that anyway for maybe personal reasons?? #i met a lot of trans people my age this year who also didn't come out during their entire 20s for Reasons #and we all agreed it fucking sucks and feels like wasted time #and i'm well aware people come out much much later than that and the same applies #as a transmasc person i have detected a small amount of 'well how would you know you only just came out like 5 mins ago' #from other transmasc people about my age who have been out way longer #and i understand where they are coming from i guess but i also can't help it #and i hope our community never has to be divided by supposed privilege lines of who came out when and who spent more time as 'cis'... #maybe people are already trying to do this but i hope not because none of that stuff is fixed enough to be an axis of oppression #though it does change our experiences of life of course it's never as simple as 'privileged vs oppressed' on things like this #in particular there's one transmasc person in my local area (there aren't many lol) who i really want to connect with but who has made #implications that they see people like me as trans babies of sorts #like not talking about me but someone else they said of a long-time friend of theirs who just came out as transmasc #'i could have used that support 10 years ago!' #i was just like :/ well they aren't talking about me but is this how people in my community see me?? #anyway i think if we can't have compassion for and acceptance of each other's unique experiences it will stand in the way of intra-communit #connection

[captain-joongz]

A little show

Pairing: Min Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: uni au, pure smut with a dash of plot, some fluff, strangers to lovers

Word count: 9.6k

Summary: Who knew that getting off in the uni bathroom to get away from the world's most boring lecture could lead to getting absolutely railed by a cute postgrad student... but third time's the charm, right?

Warnings: slight exhibitionism, masturbation in a public bathroom, sex in a public bathroom (for once they're even using condoms lol), yoongi is a little shit but he'll rock your world, dirty talk, slight choking kink, dom-ish yoongi, who am i kidding he's a fucking beast, fingering, backshots, rough sex, some begging, biting and marking, they literally don't talk to each once before fucking

A/N: oof this was totally unplanned but i cannot be held responsible for anything after seeing the d-day concert movie, this is all yoongi's fault. also it ends surprisingly fluffy for the filth that's contained within

credit for the divider to @saradika-graphics, thank you so much <3

I blinked rapidly, trying to keep myself awake while the lecturer droned on, his nervous slightly stuttering voice carrying through the classroom and lulling everyone into a half-asleep haze. Every Tuesday I had to sit through 90 minutes of this man stumbling through every topic, trying to connect with the classroom full of people while anxiously stepping around the whiteboard projecting his presentation.

I was fully understanding, this was his first year teaching and he still hasn’t shaken off the stage fright, but that didn’t stop me from wishing I had never enrolled into this class and rather spent the time doing literally anything else. It didn’t help that it was an afternoon lecture, dragging on until 5PM, which was usually the time I was already completely fried.

I looked around, noting the other students similarly fighting off sleep or browsing internet on their notebooks, some valiantly still trying to keep their attention on the lecturer and failing miserably. I watched the girl in the row in front of me order a cute sweater, deliberating between two colours for about ten minutes before choosing strawberry pink. I approved.

My body was screaming from being bent over the desk in my boredom, back bent so crooked when I straightened out it cracked vertebra after vertebra like a xylophone from nightmares. I sighed, squirmed around, checked the time. Only 5 minutes have passed since I last looked. I barely suppressed a groan. I couldn’t sit still for longer than a minute, leaning back then pressing forward, folding and unfolding my legs, just trying to find a comfortable position to spend the next 40 minutes in and failing.

After 5 more minutes I reached a boiling point, playing with the thought of just booking it halfway through, but instead my unoccupied brain started entertaining itself by slipping into a territory that it deemed more fun. I started thinking about what I’d rather be doing, where I’d rather be, flushing slightly from embarrassment but surrendering to these thoughts as they presented at least some form of entertainment.

I made it barely 10 minutes before I was so painfully wet and aroused I definitely couldn’t make it through the lecture anymore. I had to do something about it, now.

I wasn’t shy about the fact that I occasionally enjoyed wanking in some more public spaces like bathrooms, the thrill of someone possibly coming in and having to keep quiet was getting to me. I didn’t indulge in it often, just when I got really bored and my brain immediately went to “let’s get off to entertain ourselves” instead of doing something normal like other people, just when I was sure there was only a slight chance of someone actually coming across me.

But thinking all that, I realised I’d never taken such liberty while I was in the uni building, probably just thinking about getting out of there as quickly as possible, but fuck, this lecture was getting to me. Somehow it felt more morally wrong than some other random ass places, but I deliberated on it. We were in a secluded corner of the building, it was really high and there was no elevator, the classrooms were smaller and above there was construction going on, which resulted in this place usually being totally deserted except for those unlucky souls that still had lectures here. I was pretty sure there was no other class going on here right now and the chance of someone from here going to the bathroom at the same time was slim.

On a whim I decided to take the risk, my body heating up knowing I was about to give in to the need. I quickly stood up, grabbed my phone and made my way outside. The hall was empty except for a single guy sitting by a table directly across from the bathroom door, but I figured it would be fine. He was wearing headphones anyway, head bobbing to a beat I couldn’t hear and fingers nimbly clicking something on his laptop and toying with the mouse. I slipped past him quietly and went straight for the bathroom door.

Inside was quiet, as if cut off from the outside world, the only two toilets both empty and door wide open. I went to the further one, not that it made much difference with how small the room was, but it still made me feel a little better.

With the door closed and locked for better feeling of security, the excitement finally got the better of me and I rushed to stick my hand into my skirt to pull down my tights and panties, fingers immediately finding the slick folds.

I bent over, the stall small enough to allow me to lean on my elbow on one wall while my ass pressed into the other, fingers going straight for my clit and wasting no time in pressing on it and circling it desperately. Quiet sighs of pleasure spilled from my lips, body trembling with pleasure heightened by the fact I was in a public space.

I barely even touched myself and I could already feel how fucked out I was getting, knees shaking and the pleasure mounting dangerously fast. In my mind I imagined myself bent over the toilet and a warm presence behind me, getting fucked good, strong hands gripping my waist hard, pulling me back on the cock like a toy while telling me to shut up, laughing at me while I bit my fist trying not to let the whole university know how good I was feeling.

My orgasm was approaching embarrassingly quickly, the pad of my finger furiously toying with my clit while my knees were shaking with the mounting pressure waiting to snap. I was so wet I felt my juices dripping down my thighs, dripping onto my hand and making my finger slip all the time as I tried to get myself to cum as fast as possible.

That didn’t seem to be that hard as I could already feel myself hurling towards the edge, cunt spasming around nothing, desperately wishing to be filled, as my ass pressed harder into the wall and my back arched. I could feel a little cramp starting up in my wrist, but I didn’t let up, keeping the pace on my clit as I felt the start of an intense orgasm, the sensation bursting through me like a tornado and I let out a moan muffled into the crook of my elbow. My knees buckled with the force of it and thank god that I was still leaning on the wall otherwise I would have for sure fallen down.

My whole body relaxed, thighs and knees still shaking as I tried to get my breathing back under control. The bathroom was suddenly eerily quiet now that there wasn’t blood rushing through my ears and I wasn’t blinded by my own ecstasy, and I flushed in embarrassment but still couldn’t stop myself from a little joyful giggle leaving my lips in breathless wonder.

I took my time getting myself back into order, cleaning myself up and righting my clothes again. I was in there for only about 15 minutes, so there was no reason to rush. I did notice that my legs had a little boneless swagger to them as I suddenly went from high strung in boredom to perhaps a little too relaxed, a stupid little grin pulling at my lips as I swayed my hips leisurely.

But that changed the moment I walked back out onto the hall. The second I was out of the bathroom I immediately found myself in direct eye contact with the sole student sitting out there. I only had a second to note he was very attractive before I realised he was watching me with the air of amusement, eyes darkening and a smirk forming on his lips as he leaned back and gave me a once over.

I flushed under his heavy gaze, freezing like a deer in headlights. It was obvious he knew what I’d been doing in there, something in my demeanour must have given me away. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes lingering on my hands clutched together before amused grin set onto his face.

I broke out from the daze suddenly and set into motion again, escaping his hungry eyes and entertained aura, hurriedly scurrying back into the classroom where I sat stewing in my own shame for the rest of the lecture.

When I walked back out after we were dismissed, the hall was empty, to my great relief.

“Come on, you should come tomorrow at least for a little bit,” Jungkook whined, pouting at me and hands tugging at the sleeve of my shirt. I gave him an unimpressed look, firmly resistant to his charms, which probably made me the only person in the world that was capable of that.

“I told you Kookie, I’m not feeling it this week,” I said for the fifteenth time that day, “Maybe next time.” The dance major cutely stomped his foot and tugged on my sleeve again. His wild hair flailed around with the wind, probably getting into his eyes, but he ignored it in favour of annoying me.

“But the next party won’t be for god knows how long,” he whined, giving me his ultimate puppy eyes and blinking cutely, “Come on Y/N, you need to let go a little.” Now, I would lie if I wasn’t swayed a little bit, but the exhaustion was weighing on me and I was looking forward to just having a quiet evening in ignoring all of my responsibilities and pretending I have no essays due and there aren’t any deadlines I was missing.

“I’m sorry Kook,” I softened my tone a little to convey I truly was apologetic, smiling at him gently, “I promise I will definitely go to the next party.” The man brightened and straightened out, letting go of me and setting out on the sidewalk leading out of the campus.

“I have your word! No takebacks!” he shouted excitedly and I ran after him laughing. I knew he wouldn’t let me forget it, so I just resigned myself to going to the next party even though I quite disliked them. I had nothing against partying, but I just preferred to go clubbing and dancing, not spend my evening sitting on a stained couch in someone’s living room listening to total strangers get zoinked out of their minds and talk about assignments. But I would go for Kookie. Just once though.

We walked side by side for a moment, just enjoying the awakening spring. It was still pretty cold outside, but the sun shone more often and the temperatures were enough to wear just a light jacket instead of coats with shawls, so I soaked in the atmosphere. People were beginning to filter outside, sitting around on the green grass, talking and studying, and it was nice to see.

Looking around I suddenly froze, standing still in the middle of the path while Kook continued for a few more strides before he realised I wasn’t following. He gave me a confused look, but I was already fighting an embarrassed blush and didn’t pay him much mind.

On the grass by a big tree was quite a familiar looking student, his long wavy dark hair similarly pushed around by the wind as he bobbed his head to music presumably playing in his headphones. He was wearing all black, standing out as a sore thumb in contrast with the green lit up by sun, but he was fully engrossed in his laptop and paid no attention to anything going on around him.

“Hey Kookie,” I called out to my friend, finally looking at him, “Do you know who that guy is?” I discreetly pointed in the man’s direction, hoping I wouldn’t draw anybody’s attention by being a fucking weirdo. Jungkook was a social butterfly despite his shyness and he seemed to know half the university (probably a side effect of hanging out with Jimin all the time), even people from majors that had nothing in common with his, so I was pretty confident he would be able to correctly identify the menace of my life.

“Who?” he started confusedly looking around, eyes jumping around the students just living their lives. I tried pointing again, hoping he would see where I meant without having to outstretch my arm fully. “There, that guy in the black sitting under that tree.”

Jungkook’s eyes finally locked onto his figure and a recognition immediately lit up his face. I chuckled. Of course he did know him.

“Oh sure!” he exclaimed, “that’s Yoongi hyung. He’s a little bit university famous.” I looked at him in shock and then glanced back to the expressionless man sitting on the lawn.

“Famous? Famous how?” I pressed for more info, this time it was me who way playing up the cute act, hanging onto Jungkook’s arm and batting my eyelashes at him. He gave me an amused smile, seeing right through me.

“Well, he’s handsome and yet cool and mysterious, girls love that shit,” Kook played it up, flipping his hair sassily and fluttering his lashes, making me scoff at him amusedly, “Plus he’s a rapper and sometimes performs in the local clubs and bars, so he’s pretty popular.” I turned us away from the black-clad student who was still unaware of anything going on around him and pulled us back onto the path.

“I see,” I hummed noncommittally, not giving him any indication of why I would suddenly ask about Yoongi, but based on the amused looks Kookie was giving me, he must have had an inkling why the sudden interest.

“He’s actually in the same year as Joonie hyung, they’re interning together at the same studio,” Jungkook continued, keeping his eyes on me to gauge my reaction. I hummed again, not saying anything anymore and just sending him teasing looks.

“If you come to the party tomorrow, Yoongi’s for sure gonna be there,” Kookie mentioned seemingly casually, watching me out of the corner of his eyes as he pretended he didn’t care mischievously.

I only shot him a glare and pulled on his arm, leading us out of the campus towards the café where we were supposed to meet Jimin and Tae, Kookie’s friends who graciously adopted me into the group after I got befriended by the shy giant.

For the rest of the afternoon I could feel Jungkook’s eyes on me, his lips pulled into a barely concealed smile as he fought the impulse to tease me in front of the boys about what he must have thought was an embarrassing crush on the school’s resident heartthrob. I ostentatiously ignored him, only shooting him warning glares here and there to which he always responded with shit-eating grins. Jimin and Tae kept giving us confused and entertained glances but ultimately decided against asking what was going on, much to my relief.

God, if they only knew the truth about why Yoongi even was on my radar in the first place.

The next Tuesday I walked into the classroom again, fully determined to sit through the whole lecture and not move even an inch from my seat. This time I chose a chair in the back, where I could comfortably be on my phone and distract myself from the thoughts of last week, from the attractive man and his smirks. I wondered whether he was sitting there again today, listening to what I now assumed was his own music, laid-back and effortlessly hot. I began to squirm in my seat again, but I quickly tempered it down, scolding myself gently for having such a one-track mind.

Once again I made it through an hour and with 30 minutes left, I began to face a crisis. The boredom was getting to me and I needed to use the toilet, my bladder screaming for help and making me shift around on my chair in discomfort. I thought that I couldn’t really face the bathroom without getting extremely embarrassed, but in the end I lost the battle to nature and got up.

Only, stepping onto the hall, I looked up and lo and behold, there he was – Yoongi sitting peacefully by the window and clicking away on his computer, his big black headphones firmly on as always. The movement by the door must have registered at the corner of his field of vision and he eagerly looked up.

The moment his eyes laid on my figure, frozen once again in the hallway and heating up under his stare, he smirked widely like he won the lottery, leaning back and making himself comfortable on the chair. With his gaze following my every movement I hurried into the bathroom, cheeks blushing and knees turning into jelly.

On instinct I went to the furthest stall and locked the door behind me shakily. Having taken care of my business I paced the stall nervously, already feeling myself bend under the tension. I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again, knowing Yoongi was sitting outside fully aware of the nature of my little trip last week, but his demeanour, the winning smirk and dark eyes made me want to break that promise.

Embarrassingly enough, I could already feel myself getting wet again and I begun to lose the conviction to just walk away and go sit back into the classroom for another terrible 30 minutes. The thoughts of Yoongi waiting in the hallway, hungrily watching the bathroom door and thinking about me with my hand up my skirt were getting to me and I finally broke.

Swiftly pulling down my tights and underwear I didn’t waste anymore time in sticking my fingers between my folds, gathering the wetness and rubbing the swollen bud begging for attention. I couldn’t hold back the little sighs and moans of pleasure, my body hyper-sensitive and the lust coursing through my body more intense than I could remember ever feeling.

It didn’t take long before I was choking on the moans I desperately tried to stifle on my arm, knees shaking and close to buckling and pussy clenching on nothing, feeling so empty and so desperate for anything I was losing my mind.

And if I was deliriously cumming on my fingers only a moment later while imagining Yoongi fucking me roughly in the uni bathroom, that was only my business.

With trembling fingers I quickly cleaned myself up, blushing when I realised I was so wet the whole top of my thighs was covered in my sticky juices. Putting myself back together I rushed to scrub my hands clean and soon I was standing behind the door, taking a few deep breaths but the excitement still getting the better of me and I eagerly walked out, expectantly looking for Yoongi’s reaction with a little sly smile on my face.

And I was not disappointed.

The second I stepped out, his head snapped in my direction, confirming that he really was waiting for me to come out. His cheeks were also lightly dusted with pink from excitement, his eyes as dark as midnight with his pupils blown wide with lust. He immediately licked his lips, eyes raking over my form and taking in the shaky knees and trembling hips, the blush on my face, both from recovering from an orgasm and shyness, hair a mess and lips bitten red.

Yoongi suddenly stood up and I realised that he packed up his laptop and headphones, all his stuff probably stuffed into his neat backpack that hung off of his shoulder. He side-stepped from the table and leisurely made his way towards me, black dress pants nicely hugging his form, white tee tucked into them accentuating his slim waist and a thick black oversized shirt hanging off him in a way that made me slightly feral.

But there was something else he wanted me to see, and I clocked it as soon as he got close enough, cheeks absolutely blazing red and my pussy valiantly clenching again even after such an orgasm.

He was hard. When my eyes slid down again to appreciate how the pants fit him so perfectly they landed on an unmistakable bulge, the front of his pants tenting in a tell-tale sign of how much he enjoyed my little show. I gasped and suddenly all confidence sapped from my body and I was left aroused and aching, willing to do anything. He watched me with a mix of condescension and arousal, knowing how easily he won over me and loving how receptive I was to just a light teasing, how the blush spread down to my collarbones and my mouth opened subconsciously, eyes glazing over and brain no doubt filled only with the thoughts of his cock.

But with an arrogant smirk he passed right by me, heading for the door of the men’s bathroom. Only when he was halfway through the door, he threw me a look over his shoulder, winking at me and his grin turned wild and rough. Then he disappeared inside.

I was left in the hall gasping for air, body ravaged by tension and lust and head full of images of Yoongi standing in the bathroom stall and hurriedly yanking at his cock, the red tip wet with pre-cum, the liquid getting smeared all over his length by his eager hands trying to get himself to completion as fast as possible. I imagined him grunting, head thrown back and mouth open but still curled into that annoying smirk.

A door opened somewhere a little down the hall and a mess of voices flowed out, startling me out of my reverie and I realised I had been just standing in the middle of an empty hallway staring dumbly at the bathroom door. I felt the bashfulness catch up to me and it sprung me into movement. With one last look at the door I scurried back into the class and spent the last 15 minutes staring into the wall with flaming red cheeks.

When I walked out after the class ended, Yoongi was back to his place, sitting completely relaxed into his chair and grinning lazily when his eyes caught mine. I felt my whole body jerk with a bolt of lust, but I ducked my head and quickly ran down the stairs, rushing out of the building and towards the café where the boys were already waiting for me. Jungkook stared at my flustered face with an unreadable expression, and I let him think whatever he wanted, too preoccupied with fighting the image of Yoongi cumming all over himself just twenty minutes ago thinking of me masturbating just a wall over.

Later that week, after many orgasms, much deliberating and a whole lot of shame I decided I needed to hear his voice. I kept thinking back to how Jungkook mentioned he was in the same year and major as Namjoon and that he was a performing rapper, and I knew Namjoon put his stuff online. And if Yoongi really was a known name in the bar scene around the area, he must have too.

Asking Jungkook about his stage name would be too humiliating, so instead I decided to rake through Namjoon’s insta because he must have his friend’s account there somewhere, hoping Yoongi would forgive me a little social media stalking. Firstly I scrolled through Namjoon’s posted pictures, but he rarely tagged other people. Most of his pictures were of artworks or Joonie doing something silly and living his best life.

So I switched to the pictures that others tagged you in. It took a while, but I was able to see that most of them were from this guy Hoseok that I had seen around but haven’t really spoken to. I knew he was a double major because he did dance like Jungkook and Jimin, but I had never realised he was also in the same major and year as Namjoon. He seemed to post a lot from the studio, often with Joon hunched over his computer in the background, but after some digging I was able to find one that had them all in it.

It was also from the studio, it must have been the one the boys were interning in, presumably all of them together. Hoseok’s face was grinning in one corner as he was taking the selfie and even though it was dark, you could clearly see two men sitting at a table together and discussing something with serious looks on their faces. A laptop sat between them and one of them had his hand lying on the pause button. It was Yoongi and Joon. Only their side-profile could be seen in the photo, but it was unmistakably them. The description only said “hyung is scolding joonie again” but tapping on the photo it showed that both of them had been tagged. Bingo.

Yoongi’s account was full of mostly dark pictures, some from the same studio and some were of him on stage mid performance, but there weren’t as many as Namjoon and Hoseok had on theirs. I scanned some of them quickly, but even though he looked super hot and the photos were extremely well done, it wasn’t the reason of my searching.

I checked the name of the account again – it was Agust D. And there was a link in the bio. Without thinking I clicked it and was transported to Spotify, Yoongi’s entire career laid out clearly in front of my eyes in the form of three albums.

I spent the evening listening to them, letting his music wash over me and losing myself in the beat and the lyrics. No matter what I was looking for when I wanted to listen to it, I got everything and more. I suddenly understood all those star-struck students that according to Kookie trailed hopelessly after Yoongi, the man had a real talent and an aura that just sucked you right in, like a fly getting trapped in a very smug spider’s web.

His voice was surprisingly lower and rougher than I anticipated, the songs had no shortage of him growling or screaming, emotions pouring off of his voice in waves that just swept me along.

And I couldn’t wait to find out what he sounded like when he was getting his rocks off.

The next Tuesday I climbed those 4 floors of stairs confidently, wearing a short skirt and cute heels, gingerly picking a spot in the class that would allow me to slink off in the middle of the lecture again. Yoongi wasn’t sitting in the hallway yet, but I believed he’d show up soon enough.

The anticipation was coursing through my veins, making me jittery and giggly. From the corner of my eye I could see a classmate giving me a strange look, mouthing at me if I was okay and I nodded hurriedly, giving her a smile, hoping she wouldn’t pay any attention to me when I had to leave.

If the two lectures before were unbearable, this one took the cake. I could barely contain myself, squirming in my seat, trying to make myself comfortable while I checked the time every 2 minutes, wishing half the lecture had already gone by and always getting disappointed at how early it still was.

My mind was going into overdrive, feeding me ideas and fantasies, replaying last week’s encounter on loop. I couldn’t see anything except for Yoongi’s lopsided smirk planted firmly on his face as he made his way into the bathroom to jerk off, his face as he came thinking of me.

The minutes ticked by slowly, and I was absolutely losing my mind, thighs pressing together and hands tangled into the fabric of my skirt, bunching up the material. I made it 40 minutes before I grabbed my phone and sneaked out onto the hall.

Yoongi’s head shot up immediately, already sitting by the window waiting for something. This time I didn’t freeze up, instead I was the one who smirked at him and confidently walked up straight to the bathroom. He watched me raptly, something predatory glinting in his eyes as he leaned forward on the table. Couldn’t help but notice that today he didn’t have his laptop out, he just sat there and watched me, but I moved forward not giving it much thought.

I raised my eyebrow at him and winked right as I disappeared into the bathroom, the door falling shut behind me and sealing me inside in the calm and quietness. I rushed to the furthest stall, shutting the door behind me but not bothering to lock, too horny to think clearly.

I couldn’t believe this was getting to me so much, but the moment I managed to slide my tights low enough and ran my hand through my folds, I was already so wet it was astonishing. I laughed at myself in disbelief as my finger found my clit and circled it. Who would have thought this would become my weekly routine, jerking off in the bathroom while a guy I’ve never even talked to sat outside smirking.

But not today it turned out.

Just as pleasure began coursing through me at the ministrations, pleasured sighs leaving me freely as I got cocky not getting caught until now and the squelching of my wet pussy getting played with rang through the quiet space. Then, I heard the door open.

Immediately I froze, hand stopping but still stuck between my thighs. Slow silent footsteps made their way towards the stalls and I hoped whoever this person was, they would take care of their business quickly and leave right afterwards, but they seemed to be taking this in a really leisurely manner. I was holding my breath, counting the seconds, ears straining to catch any kind of sound coming from them.

“Don’t stop on my account, kitten,” a gruff voice suddenly piped up, the footsteps stopping right outside my stall. Relief and lust rushed through me at his appearance and I couldn’t hold back a desperate whimper, the fingers on my clit going back to work. There was a chuckle behind the door and then he was pushing it open.

I must have been a sight, underwear and tights pushed under my ass, skirt bunched up around my hips, bent over with my back arched leaning on the wall as I desperately played with myself, mouth open and eyes glazed over.

Yoongi’s eyes raked over me and he hummed lowly in appreciation. He made his way in lazily, shutting and locking the door behind him before leaning on it and just watching for a moment. I tried to put on a show for him but I was truly gone, the three weeks of built up arousal carrying me high and my body racing towards the edge in record speed.

I watched him back, watched his dark hungry eyes, his tongue peeking out to wet his upper lip, the way his hands flexed by his hips, twitching with the need to grab himself. I could see his bulge clearly, the tight black jeans barely able to contain it, and I was going crazy for it. When my eyes jumped back to Yoongi’s face, he was smirking at me knowing where I’d been staring at. What I wanted.

Suddenly he pushed himself away from the door and stepped towards me. Startled I straightened out, fingers stopping once more. He descended on me hurriedly, pushing me into the wall with his body, caging me in. Our faces were suddenly only breaths apart and Yoongi took his sweet time, teasing me by getting closer and pulling away with a laugh. I whined, my clean hand coming up to tangle in his hair and he let me, watching me from above as I writhed against him, wordlessly begging for any touch from him.

Finally, he took pity on me and with a cocky grin smashed our mouths together, immediately prying my lips open and licking inside, claiming me roughly and thoroughly. I moaned into him, body arching into his and he pressed closer, pressing me into the wall again and our bodies touched from our heads to our toes. His hand went to my neck, wrapping around it lightly and grabbing my jaw to keep me still as he kissed me with all his might.

Now with both hands I grabbed onto him, one going around his neck and one around the waist, and he broke the kiss to laugh at me quietly, turning my face with his hand so he could kiss around my ear.

“You’re such a little tease, you know that kitten?” he whispered, voice gravelly with arousal, “Coming in here every week… playing with your pussy… making yourself cum… and then coming out and giving me those eyes, cheeks still flushed from your orgasm and yet playing so coy and shy… you’re such a minx.” I tensed, eyes rolling back as he started nipping at my neck, laying wet kisses and bites all over any skin he could get to.

I didn’t even notice when Yoongi’s other hand found its way between my legs, fingers roughly pressing onto my clit. I choked on a moan, head falling back and hitting the tiled wall, hands flexing into his clothes. He bit my shoulder enough to leave a mark, chuckling at my loud keening before pressing his lips to the shell of my ear again.

“Last week I thought I would go crazy sitting there,” Yoongi continued, almost growling into my skin as his fingers twisted meanly around my sensitive nub making me tremble, “I couldn’t focus on anything, not when I knew how much you wanted to give me a show. Almost went to jerk off at least five times but I held off until you came out to repay the favour.” He chuckled again, hand tightening a little on my neck as he leaned back to look at me.

I tried to get my breathing under control but I was stuck with my mouth hanging open, noises flowing out freely as if this wasn’t a public bathroom. Yoongi didn’t seem to mind though, quite happy to watch me come undone just from a little teasing.

“It was the same for me,” I whispered, looking into his eyes and this time playing coy very much on purpose, licking my lips and batting my lashes to play it up, “Had to sit through the rest of the lecture while thinking about you in here. Was hell.” He snickered darkly, immediately catching onto my act.

He hummed, finger dragging across my lower lip, fascinated for a moment before he snapped back to himself, mouth pulling back into a smirk.

Without a warning his other hand moved lower, fingers tracing my entrance before two of them plunged inside. I moaned out, body seizing up at the sensation. I was wet enough that they went easy but there was still the pleasurable sting of being stretched out on two digits.

Yoongi certainly wasn’t the type to waste time. He hummed satisfied, watching me with those dark eyes, testing the waters with a few shallow pumps before he started finger-fucking me earnestly. Just like everything else, even now he wasn’t gentle, flicking his wrist up and pushing his fingers as far as they could go, curling them to scratch at that one magic spot that had me seeing white.

I whimpered loudly, hips gyrating to ride the motions, already feeling the stirrings of a powerful orgasm lurking on the horizon. Like a shark sensing blood Yoongi chuckled and twisted his fingers on the next thrust. I keened, hands flying up to tangle into his clothes and hair, hips jerking and chasing after the feeling.

“So selfish, kitten,” he tsked at me, still keeping his cool even though I could see his erection attempting to burst through his pants, “only thinking about your own pleasure. No respect for others, huh?”

My first instinct was to apologise, but I got choked up on the words when he started up his pace again, so instead I decided to be a woman of action. Slowly trailing my hand down his torso, feeling him up on the way, grabbing onto his chest, his slim waist, until I finally reached his crotch.

With the first touch he let out a light groan, fingers stuttering and eyes falling shut for a moment, then he was suddenly back onto me, kissing me wildly while his hips fucked into my hand, letting out gruff groans and sighs into my mouth, which I accepted gladly.

For a moment we were just lost in each other, not caring about the noise or the place, just pleasuring each other, touching, feeling. Then Yoongi was tearing away, hand flying from my pussy and stepping back. I couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that left me, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his amused face.

Instead he grabbed me and turned me around until I was leaning on my arms on the wall behind the toilet, one leg up on the closed lid for support. I shivered in anticipation, knowing what would come next. Yoongi was moving about behind me, clothes shuffling and rustling. Then his sweater hit the floor. I turned my head to watch just as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a silver packet. He grinned at me and winked when catching my eye, then reached out to me, condom in hand.

“Can you hold this for me for a second, darling?” he asked as sweet as honey, but there was something devilish twinkling in his eye.

“Of course,” I answered him. I meant for it to be sassy, but it came out on a breathless whisper as I took the packet and watched Yoongi’s hand run through his hair before setting on his belt. He unbuckled slowly, attentively watching my eyes soaking in every second as he pulled the belt through the buckle and out of his pants. Fingers toyed with the button before popping it open, tongue wetting his lips and hungry eyes eating me up. I trembled under his attention but held still, not even breathing as his fingers grasped at the zipper and pulled it down.

Tired of playing, he pulled his tee out and put the hem between his teeth, revealing his taunt stomach and pretty waist. Winking at my obvious gawking, he finally pulled his jeans and underwear down, his erection springing free. The sight of him shocked me to my core, standing there with his t-shirt in his mouth and a smug glint his eye while he leisurely fisted his flushed red cock. I could feel my pussy gushing and clenching around nothing, desperately calling to be filled up.

Yoongi plucked the condom packet from my limp hand and made a quick work of putting it on. He lined up behind me, hands finding my waist to pull my tee from the skirt, making contact with bare skin.

I gasped when I felt his cock slide through my wet folds, but quickly keened and arched into it. One of Yoongi’s hands tightened on my waist while the other disappeared to grab his length.

“Easy now,” he chuckled at my trembling body, my hips chasing after his cock and trying to entice him into fucking me.

“Please,” was all I could get out of my mouth, “please Yoongi, just fuck me.” His hand tightened again and there was a beat of silence before he snickered.

“So you naughty girl do know my name,” he teased and I froze for a moment, embarrassment flooding me. I turned to him again to see him smirking at me, tee hanging off of his form. “I heard it around,” I whispered sheepishly. He hummed, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Not really fair, is it?” he teased some more, a mischievous expression taking over his face, “Is it, Y/N?” I narrowed my eyes at him jokingly and he grinned.

“Now, what’s your excuse, mister?” I asked him sassily, “Not like I’m a campus celebrity… unlike someone here.”

“May or may not have asked Jungkook cause I saw you two hanging out,” Yoongi admitted easily, laughing at me when I paled.

“God,” I groaned, “No wonder he was getting so cheeky whenever you came up in a conversation.” At that Yoongi raised his eyebrow again, amusement dancing on his features.

“That happen often?” he asked impishly, leaning against me and once again letting me feel his cock sliding through my folds. I gasped a little and blushed even darker. “You’re Namjoon’s friend, so occasionally,” I bold-faced lied straight through my teeth and from the look on Yoongi’s face, he was aware but let me get away with it.

There was a moment of silence where we just stared at each other, mischievous little smiles on our faces, and then Yoongi hummed, pulling his tee back up to his lips and biting down on it. I shuddered, the lust once again taking the fore-front seat in my mind. This time he didn’t stop for anything, grabbing himself with one hand and the other going to my waist to hold me in place.

The tip of his cock circled my entrance and I subconsciously clenched, a gush of wetness leaving me. I whined and wriggled in his hold and he tsked at me again before sliding inside in a single thrust with a light condescending giggle. I groaned, pussy immediately squeezing around the intrusion, feeling every inch and ridge. There was a hitch in Yoongi’s breaths, both hands migrating to my waist and grabbing so tightly I felt his nails digging into my skin.

He barely gave me a second before pulling out and thrusting in again, setting a rough pace from the get-go. All I could do was bury my head into the crook of my elbow, biting into the soft flesh there to keep myself from moaning loud enough for the whole school to hear.

The stretch of his cock was exquisite, the slight burn heating up my already sensitive body to a near boiling point. With every thrust there was a tiny twinge of pain that left me breathless, desperate to muffle any noise that could cut our meeting short.

Yoongi didn’t seem to care much about noise, hands on my waist mercilessly pulling me back onto his cock and fucking me with so much force I felt my whole body twitching with the overdrive of sensation, the slapping of our sweaty bodies against each other and the wet squelch of my weeping pussy getting filled to the brim loud enough to substitute for our own sounds. He was grunting gruffly, the noise seemingly leaving his mouth involuntarily and getting muffled by the tee.

I turned my head slightly to look at him, and god, he was a vision with his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and face the picture of ecstasy, body rippling with the motion of his pumping hips and strong veiny arms and hands gripping onto me hard enough to go red with the force. I couldn’t hold back the moan and he toppled his head forward to look at me, a tired self-satisfied smirk tugging at his lips at seeing my fucked out expression.

“Take your fucking shirt off,” I gasped out breathlessly, chuckling at his teasingly narrowed eyes, “You have such a dirty fucking mouth, can’t stand for it being shut.” Yoongi laughed, throwing his head back in delight. Within seconds the piece of fabric joined his sweater on the floor and he leaned forward, hands picking on my own shirt with a mischievous expression.

“Shouldn’t you even the score?” I loved how deep and gravelly his voice became with arousal, even when he was being mischievous I could hear the growl in it and it drove me crazy. I scrambled to listen to him, tearing the shirt off and flinging it behind us. Yoongi’s hands immediately travelled up, playing with the edge of my bra before swiftly undoing the clasp and dragging it off. I gasped lightly at his skilled handiwork and giggled, but Yoongi was already preoccupied with kissing along my shoulders and shoulder blades.

His hips angled better and then jerked them into me again, cock sliding even deeper now. I groaned and arched into him and that was his que to start fucking in earnest again. In this position I could hear the strained sighs and grunts every time he slid back inside, the rough deep pace taking a toll on us both.

The back of my thighs was burning from standing bent over and straining my hips for this long and it added to the mix of feelings running through me. I could feel my orgasm catching up with me, Yoongi’s cock now hitting a spot on every thrust that made me want to scream with pleasure, sliding in so deep I swore I could feel him in my belly and it was so good my head was spinning, and all that came out of me were raspy moans. Yoongi bit into my shoulder, grunts raising in octave, hands pulling at my body to meet his thrusts.

I prayed to god that the walls were thick enough to keep the sounds from escaping onto the hall. I knew that if someone stepped inside now, there would be no masking what was going on, we were both too gone for that, just chasing our pleasure.

I was so close, the weeks of build up and the foreplay and teasing making me delirious. There in that moment I just wished I could stay like this forever, to feel this delicious ecstasy for the rest of my life, but I was so close to snapping I just needed a little extra push even though my head was so high in the clouds wishing to be never brought down.

“Please Yoongi, god,” I choked out, “please, I’m so close.” That seemed to snap Yoongi back into his attitude again, but he couldn’t hide how affected he was too.

“What do you want, kitten, mm?” even he couldn’t talk properly through the gasps and grunts, but still tried to sound as cocky as possible. Instead of talking I grabbed his hand and brought it down between my legs.

Yoongi pressed himself to me closer to make the reach more comfortable, his chest glued to my back as he nibbled on my neck and shoulder, giggling breathlessly when his naughty fingers started drawing tight quick circles on my clit.

My moans got louder, the pumping of his cock, hitting so deep inside of me, combined with the stimulation on my clit made me seize up, whole body shaking as the pleasure overtook me. Yoongi groaned every time my pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper and closer to his own end. Both of us were so sweaty we stuck to each other, the temperature in the stall rising so high it was almost unbearable.

“Yoongi,” I gasped out, just repeating his name breathlessly as I barrelled to the climax, feeling the beginning of the tingling washing over me, pussy seizing up. Yoongi’s hands were like vice on my body, my waist littered with red indents of his nails, some already purpling slightly.

“I know, kitten,” he whispered into my neck, “Me too, you can let go.” The moment those words left his mouth my orgasm exploded over me, enough to blind me and send my ears ringing for a few moments. I let out a raspy groan, hands scrambling to find purchase on the wall and if it wasn’t for Yoongi’s hold on me, my buckling knees would have sent me crashing to the floor, but all I could focus on was the euphoria blooming through my body, flooding all my senses with so much pleasure I could barely fully register anything that was going on. Yoongi fucked me through the peak, hips losing rhythm and all decorum until finally he gave last few hard pumps and stilled too, coming with a drawn-out moan, hands pushing our hips as close together as they could go.

We clung onto each other as we attempted to catch our breaths again. I felt my arms slipping on the tiles as the pleasant ache started setting into my hips and lower tummy, legs screaming for a reprieve as my brain slowly came back into function. I blinked my eyes open, not even realising I had closed them at some point. Yoongi was basically hugging me from the behind, draped over me just breathing deep, faced smushed into my shoulder blade. Then he chuckled.

“You think we’re still in the clear?” he laughed, “How thick do you think these walls are?” A giggle tumbled out of me and before I knew it we were both laughing breathlessly, bodies still pressed close.

“This is officially the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” I told him, shaky knees trying to keep my weight as I started to gather my wits. Yoongi let me go easily and helped me find my balance as my whole body ached, back killing me after Yoongi railed me like a madman.

“And here I was, thinking this was just regular Tuesday for you.”

I slapped his shoulder lightly, but the blush on my cheeks revealed that I couldn’t really say anything to that. His amused snickers told me he was well aware, so I just stood there and watched him slip the condom off, tie it up and then just awkwardly stand there not knowing what to do with it.

“Guess I can’t just casually drop a used condom into a bin in the girl’s bathroom,” he stated nonchalantly, and I giggled at him. In the end he grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and hid it inside, putting in on the closed bin lid for the moment.

Next Yoongi swiftly cleaned himself up and pulled his jeans back on, but when I reached for the paper to do the same, he swatted my hand away. With a much gentler smile he got it himself, kneeled in front of me and started cleaning me up, gently wiping away the mess left on my centre and thighs. I watched him attentively, the soft look on his face making him look boyish, only the naughty glint in his eyes reminiscent of the man he was just a few minutes ago.

When our eyes met, I returned the smile, hand instinctively going to tangle into his hair. I meant to just card it through the dark wavy locks, but the heated look he gave me had me shuddering again, fingers tightening. Yoongi smirked, tongue licking at his lips sensually just inches away from my exposed pussy.

“Still thinking about naughty things, kitten?” he said, voice dark and deep, “Like the sight of me on my knees for you?” I hesitated for a moment before untangling my hand and gently pushing him with a blush.

“I see,” Yoongi hummed thoughtfully, “maybe next time then.” With a wink he stood up and when I didn’t move he motioned for me to start dressing up with a smirk, handing me my bra and t-shirt. We slowly clambered out of the stall, stretching and trying to get all the body parts to working order again.

“How about,” Yoongi drawled out, self-assured and with the attitude of someone who just got their rocks off, “you ditch the lecture you never really go to anyway and we grab something to eat?” I stopped in my tracks, shocked but pleasantly surprised at his offer. I checked the time quickly.

“There’s only like 10 minutes of class left, I can sit that out and then we can go,” I answered, smiling softly, but Yoongi smirked with all his might, something devilish glinting over his face. He leaned towards me, grabbing me lightly by my shoulders.

“Not looking like that, you can’t,” he whispered meanly and spun me around. The moment I laid my eyes on myself in the mirror, I gasped. Yoongi was standing behind me grinning like the devil admiring his handiwork. My neck was littered in little bites and spots ranging from dark pink across red all the way to purple. Yoongi let out a satisfied hum, almost sounding like a purr, his hands going across my waist to pull at the tee tucked into my skirt to reveal more reddish purplish bruises from his fingers.

I turned in his arms and slapped his shoulder lightly, completely flustered by his antics. “How can I walk out of here now? Everyone will know what I’d been doing instead of sitting at the lecture,” I whined, more embarrassed than angry, but Yoongi’s laughing face was totally free of any remorse, “I look like someone beat me up.”

The man said nothing, just pulled me closer to kiss me gently. I looked at him with wide eyes for a moment before I whined again: “I don’t even have a scarf with me today.” He burst out laughing and patted my hip softly.

“I’ll get your stuff, you wait here,” he whispered conspiratorially and with one last wink he was gone. It took him only three minutes to stick his head back into the bathroom, looking a little ruffled and a lot amused.

“I suggest we get going fast, I’m afraid a guy leaving the ladies restroom isn’t as inconspicuous as I wished it was,” he got out quickly, smirking impishly and handing me my coat. I tried to wear it in a way that covered most of the marks, but it was futile, more than half of my neck still on full display.

I walked out of the bathroom the same moment the door to my classroom opened and students started filing out. Yoongi exchanged a single glance with me before we both took off, running down the stairs like we were being chased, only stopping once the building doors slammed shut behind us.

“Jimin’s café?” Yoongi asked breathlessly, still trying to get his strength back and leaning on his knees. I grinned at him and grabbed his hand, already pulling him in the right direction.

“Sure, let’s go!”

Bonus:

“Holy shit! The fuck happened to you?” Jimin exclaimed loudly enough for the whole café to hear the moment he saw me walk through the door. Jungkook and Tae, who were sitting at a small table near the counter to keep Jimin company while he had his shift, turned to look at me only for Kookie to promptly spit out whatever he was drinking.

“Holy shit!” I gave him an unimpressed look and walked up to Jimin to order.

“A little dramatic, don’t you think?” I side-eyed him sassily, but Jungkook was grinning mischievously, a knowing glint in his eye. I flushed under his gaze and looked away at which he started laughing loudly.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually did it,” he giggled, properly entertained by the situation and by my embarrassment. Tae was watching it all unfold, confused look on his face.

“Did what?” Jimin asked, similarly confused.

As if on cue the door opened again and Yoongi stepped in, ignoring everyone currently staring at him and walking straight to me, arm curling around my waist to pull me closer to him. He bent down slightly to whisper in my ear: “Got rid of the evidence successfully.”

“Holy shit!” This time it was Tae who screamed, coming full circle. I gave their smug smiling faces an annoyed glare and turned to Jimin to order again, but he was trying to conceal his grin behind his hand. Even more vexed I turned to Yoongi who was smirking smugly like a cat who got all the cream, hand possessively squeezing at my bruised waist.

“On second thoughts, we shouldn’t have come here,” I said to no one in particular, then turning my narrowed eyes at the man of the hour himself, “and wipe that smirk off your face, mister.” There were giggles from the boys all around us, but Yoongi just swooped down and kissed me softly, then pushed us closer towards the counter.

Jimin cleared his throat and tried to put on a professional expression, but there was mirth in his eyes that I just knew I was going to get all the teasing later. Tae and Kookie cleared out the mess at the table and made space for us to sit down, one looking more amused than the other.

I gave them both the stink eye and ignored them, checking my phone instead, trying to reply to all the messages I’ve missed in the last hour. Around me there was silence, everyone just sitting there looking at each other grinning, before Jungkook cleaned his throat and exclaimed:

“God, fucking finally! Thought Yoongi-hyung was gonna talk my ear off about you!”

“Kookie!” There was a pretty blush spreading on Yoongi’s cheeks, a polar opposite to the cocksure man that was railing my brains out 20 minutes ago. I giggled and squeezed his arm. He gave in easily, leaning towards me.

Then he set his eyes on Jungkook and narrowed them teasingly. “We’re gonna settle that later you brat.”

#kpop fic #kpop smut #kpop fluff #bts fic #bts smut #bts fluff #bts x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #suga fic #yoongi fic #suga smut #suga fluff #suga x reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for leaving my roommate to “fend for himself”?

🍙 - to find this later

i’ve been living with my roommate and boyfriend in an apartment for 2 years (all men in our mid 20s). when we first started living together we would cook, but recently i personally haven’t had the energy to cook much, and it’s a rare occurrence for the other two as well so we end up ordering food a lot (i know, waste of money but we’re all employed adults).

we usually order our meals together & rotate who pays when we do order food. in the last year bf has been working the graveyard shift so he sleeps during the day. roommate has a job that begins early in the morning so he goes to sleep early, around the time bf has to get up for work. i work a hybrid desk job and have been starting up my meds again which make me sleepy, so i usually take a nap in bed with my boyfriend after work if i’m home.

all this to say that recently our mealtimes have been disjointed and we end up missing each other more than not.

the part where me & my boyfriend may be be assholes is: if we wake up and roommate is sleeping, we’ll order in food for ourselves (usually bf has to either take it with him to work or he’ll eat it when he gets back from work). roommate will sometimes order in food for himself when this happens (and sometimes will do so even if it doesn’t) and thats fine with us, but recently he made a comment about us basically “leaving him to fend for himself” when this happens.

to be clear- the shared meals is a courtesy thing bc i didn’t want to feel guilty if we ordered food in as a couple & my roommate had to fend for himself (i’ve mostly gotten over this since he’s a grown man who can take care of himself, but some guilt is still there ngl) we are all aware of this mutual agreement.

for add. context, before he got this current job few months ago, roommate worked an hour a week min wage and was on disability that covered his base living expenses, so he was pretty broke all the time (now he works 4-5 days a week for 6-10 hour days).

during this time bf and i would cover most of the meals (5-6/7 days a week) and have never asked to be paid back since we just considered the times he’s provided meals as equal payment (usually cheaper meals like pizza, when bf and i order in meals that are a bit more substantial).

when he made the fending for himself comment, he also mentioned that he was pretty broke lately because he had to get his dog groomed (but also left out that he spent $200 on trading cards at the beginning of the month, (he’s a grown adult that can spend his money on what he wants (but that also means that his financial state is not my responsibility))

that recent comment put a bad taste in my mouth, and i’m feeling a bit petty so i’m just waiting for him to go to bed before ordering dinner today. (i feel like im at least JAH for this).

bf and i are moving out soon due to misc issues with the apartment so this won’t matter soon but i just wanna know:

AITA?

(also usually when i see super long aita submissions im like damn u can’t condense this a bit?? but now i’ve fallen victim to the very thing i criticized, sorry ppl i unfairly judged)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[shadale-s-safe-space]

I don't know much about you as a person, but from what I can gather you've had a long journey with art, but still have the motivation to continue even when its rough. I'm sure you didn't start out making masterpieces, so if its not too much trouble, do you have any advice for a 16 year old artist losing motivation? i feel like im stagnating right now and its awful

Idk man, all I can say is, draw watchu want without the care who's gonna see it or what they gonna say , commit to new ideas and care less about pleasing everyone, because I know that way too well, I started learning by drawing animals, flowers and nature, "you should draw something else", switches to furries " No you must do human portraits", draws humans *no one fuckin cares*, and I felt miserable drawing what I didn't want all the damn time just trying to please everyone and be liked, hell, I still do that sometimes cuz I'm a dumbass. When in reality, when you do your own thing is when you're the happiest, this internet bullshit? Yeah don't trust the likes and favs, people like what they find relatable, no one really knows how much time you've spent on your drawing or how much you love it, when a 5 min doodle you did could do more than a painting that took 2 whole days to complete just to be scrapped in a new speedy record, paint what you love for yourself and you only.

Don't be shy to learn new things, I have tons of stuff I don't post here cuz I know people wouldn't care about it, but here for this post, have this that I practiced when I felt too depressed to think of anything good and wanted to step back from the MD artstyle

You'll see, you'll thrive when you draw what you want, and get yourself a drawing buddy! That way you'll stop focusing on the internet and more on each other, and each other's improvement. Tbh I struggled with that one. Since everyone I had were not into art irl, I somehow managed to find someone after 10 years of drawing alone. I honestly wanted more people to join in and make an improvement circle, but unfortunately that never happened.

I found myself twice as productive now than ever, even though I'm not active here as much I am still drawing and making things, ofc giving you more comics! And other fun things in the future I hope.

If you're struggling to draw something just do it, man commit, i was uncomfortable drawing men and male characters for years, I've wasted so many years being "too uncomfortable" and draw a naked person like yeesh who fucking cares, it's for studying.

And ofc if you feel like you're not improving at all please, please experiment with your artstyle and try something new, please refresh your mind, I was stuck for years doing the same thing over and over, same colors, same 2px brush, drawing like a machine same shit over and over, I felt so stuck and lost, but also afraid to do something new, idk why, I guess I never felt good enough or deserving of it. I also didn't go to art school, I am NOT a professional, nor will i ever be in my opinion. Hell, me feeling like I'll never be good enough left me afraid to try and apply for art school, they were asking for sculptures, different mediums all that scary stuff and I was like, I don't.. know.. how to do those things... I can't build a portfolio in less than 3 months?!?! I don't even know how to use half of what they're asking for!!

In reality at the end of the day, art is what you make of it and no one can stop you, search for inspirations and don't be afraid to try, yes you'll fail fist 2 or 10 or hell even 100 times, but you'll come back with more knowledge than ever.

For ending I give you the most confusing drawing to ever exist [dw he's just sleeping on top of her and she's just ghasping for air but awe romance or sum lol] is it weird? Yeah but I had a fun time making it hahaha

Idk I'm bad at putting my thoughts together, but hopefully some of this helps.

#murder drones #murder drones oc #artists on tumblr #digital painting

[argumentl]

Nouteikarano 2 exhibition - brief report

I had a ticket for the first session of the last day of the exhibition! I arrived outside the gallery with about 10 mins to spare, very sweaty from the walk, but nevermind 😅 It seems like there were 10 spots per session for the Osaka run, and about 6 or 7 people were waiting there, including me. 

Fujieda came outside at 11am and called each person in by their ticket number. I was number 5! He touched my phone screen to swipe my ticket, and yes, that was an event for me! 😂 

Next I went upstairs to the 2nd floor, where Takabayashi was waiting, and he handed me the paper ticket for the event. This was the first time for me to actually talk to both managers in person, so I was quite happy about that 😄 

After this I was in the exhibition space. No photos were allowed at all this time unfortunately, it was quite a small room. 

I think the biggest difference from Tokyo is probably just that there was no space for the personal items display in this small room (and obviously no live painting). However, I did actually see 2 or 3 of those personal items hiding behind a kind of ridge at the top of the ceiling. I cant think of any reason why he would hide them there other than to see who was eagle-eyed enough to spot them!😅 

There was also some footage being projected on part of the wall, which was showing Kaoru in his art studio/apartment wearing a winter down jacket while painting. 

His bgm was playing in the background too. 

As for the art itself, it was an experience seeing all the pieces up close in reality. I had seen a few of them at Tora no ana, but there was stilll plenty which was new to me. One piece in particular made me well up!  (Here I can't really say much else, I'm planning to send my detailed thoughts about the art and the atmosphere to TTD)

His Hanshin × Dir happi coat was also on display on a mannequin, and didn't even have any 'no touching' signs with it! I was so tempted to just feel the sleeve at least or something, but out of respect I didn't touch it.

Of course, I spent the full hour in this tiny room looking at each piece over and over. 

A few people left after about ten mins, but some stayed the whole hour like me. I heard one woman telling the merch guy why she liked Kaoru so much. She was saying, "Its his sexy eyes, I love them!....I mean, his guitar playing is good too though", which made me laugh to myself a bit 😂 

As for merch I only bought the pamphlet, which is the only thing I really wanted to buy anyway. Initially, I wanted an acrylic stand too, but they are 12 types sold at random, so I decided against that in the end. 

Anyway, the pamphlet is wonderful, so I highly recommend getting it if it goes on GBS afterwards. 

One interesting thing I noticed since going to Kaoru's events is that a lot of his fans look as if they are a similar age to me or older. I do tend to feel like a bit of an old woman within the online fandom sometimes, so this is actually quite heartwarming to see 😄

Overall though, I can say it was a moving and fullfilling experience, and Im so grateful I was able to go!

#薫 #dir en grey #nouteikarano2

[oubliette-odette]

The Reluctance of Love Pt. 6

Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 Word Count: 2148 (average 16 min read) Content Warnings: mention of mating, nothing happens....yet ;) All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil. Not beta-read. Criticism is welcome, but be sure to distinguish criticism from hate.

Altan POV

It had been ten days since Drunrag left to find a way to stop lordhovid. I didn’t want to tell Drun and worry him, but I was becoming restless with him gone and things got progressively worse for me. The first few days he had left, I felt like I was able to stay composed rather well. I would visit the markets and spend my evenings in the tavern below my room, sometimes playing my lute which helped me to pay for the extra nights that I hadn’t planned on staying there. Some of the patrons would comment on my flushed composure, but I chalked it up to being new in town and unfamiliar with the warm temperature and that I was sensitive to the fire from the giant hearth in the tavern. But there eventually came a boiling point - for lack of a better word - where I would wake up with a flame inside me that was insatiable. There was nothing that could abate how utterly starved I was to be near Drun.

I spent the latter days in my room at the inn, the door locked. The bedsheets were on the floor because they were too much for me. I would try to read or play or write music, but I usually ended up lost in a heated daze, caught between daydreams of Drun and the fuzzy reality around me.

I still felt that hunger in our dreams, though thankfully not as strong. I would see him, see his beautiful austere visage all nervous and quiet. He looked like his skin was cool and I wanted to press my hand to his and let my burning flesh be cooled by his. But he would always hold back. He was so gods damned respectful of my space. And I honestly wish he wouldn’t be. I was dying to be touched by him. I wanted to know what his tusks would feel against my skin as he kissed my neck. Or how those rough hands would run coarsely against my waist. 

Gods, I was a mess.

I knew my father would strike me if he ever caught the sight of me during that time. I was overheated, over aroused, and desperate to be touched by a man - an orc no less. All of those things were unacceptable to him. 

He could honestly go fuck himself for all I cared.

Those nights, dreaming with Drun were the moments I held my breath for every night. I liked seeing the way his eyes struggled to meet mine, but when they did, he seemed to struggle looking away. I like how when I said his name, his eyes would also grow wide for just a few moments and his lips would twitch to a dazed smile. He was easy to please, incredibly shy and hard to get him to say more than a few words. But I loved asking him questions, I loved watching how deeply he thought about each question, taking his time and pondering. He reminded me of a tree sometimes. He was large like a tree trunk and tall, but he was deeply rooted and not in a hurry to rush to the next thought. Meanwhile I felt like I was nothing more than a squirrel that climbed up and down his limbs again and again and again at rapid speed. Every minute in his presence had my brain whirling at what to say next, to resist telling him how handsome he was to me, to not talk too fast and overwhelm him. 

I learned how patient and kind Drun was through those conversations, and it started to make a little more sense each night why this mating situation was so hard for him. For him, he really needed to think things over and really mull over his decisions. Lordhovid took away the chance to think about his choice from him and it really affected how he viewed his people’s culture. I could tell he struggled with the reality that his way of thinking was so different from his family, but I couldn’t help but admire his devotion to his own personal truths. 

I never pressed him on how he was doing in his journey. I dreaded to know if he was close to finding a way to stop lordhovid and there was secretly a hope that maybe all of these dream conversations would help him change his mind. 

So I didn’t expect it when one afternoon I was laying my head against the pane of glass in my room when suddenly I felt my body temperature reduce - like a fever had broken - and I lifted my head, sensing the clarity and focus I had lacked for so many weeks. Everything was suddenly in intense focus and I looked around my room - an absolute disaster - and realized that I was fine. I was…normal.

I didn’t know what my reaction was at that time. It was stuck between relief at finally being free and my muscles loose from their tension, but also stunned and sad. 

Drunrag did it. He had managed to rid himself - and me - of the mating instinct that kept us tied together. 

It also meant that Drunrag now had no reason to ever see me again. Nothing was pulling him to me like before. I realized that with a sense of dread and hopelessness. He was so determined to not sleep with me. So determined to be rid of our connection. 

Doubt crept in almost immediately - maybe Drun had only been nice to me because he could distract me while he removed lordhovid. Maybe he was only nice to me because I told him he was my first real friend and he felt bad for me. Maybe he won’t come back now that he’s rid of me. Maybe he hated how easy I was to be wanted by him, just like my father hates me for it. Should I wait for him? Do I tell him everything I felt for him?

I shut my eyes tight and willed the thoughts away. No, Drun would come back and we would be…friends.

I sat, stunned in my room. I looked around and groaned at the disaster I had lived in for the last week while Drun had been gone. The sheets, sweaty and crumpled on the floor, next to a pile of unwashed clothes. A pile of plates that needed to be returned to the tavern downstairs was sitting at the small table in the corner.

I sighed. There was nothing I could do about Drun right now. I uttered a small prayer to Alunis - the Sun God - that Drun would return to me safely and I got to my feet and set about getting my life back in order. I would wait for him, my Drun, to return to me. I had not planned to stay here as long as I had, but I would be careful. I promised not to do anything stupid while I waited.

I gathered the sheets and the clothes and with a few extra coins and a smile, I gave them to the innkeeper’s wife to wash. Her services were thorough and as she took my linens in a basket to a counter behind her, she looked me up and down and told me I was too thin and in need of a good bath. She shoved a plateful of food into my hands and sat me down. I felt her eyes watching me, making sure I took every bite before she lifted me by the collar and pushed me out the door with a token to the bathhouse to get myself cleaned up. 

I wandered the streets, still dazed. I wasn’t used to feeling so normal yet. For the past almost three weeks I had been in a state of feverish tension, and my muscles still felt the soreness of being caught in that state of tension for so long.

The bathhouse was quiet during the middle of the day and there were only a few other patrons there. I had never experienced a public bathhouse before. Having the father I did meant that I lived in constant privilege which included private baths. The man at the entrance took my token and guided me to a room to leave my clothes, before stepping out into a large room with a pool of hot, steaming water. I glanced around nervously, catching nobody’s gaze as I stepped into the steam-filled room naked and shivering. It was commonplace for these folk for everyone here to be nude, but I found myself unaccustomed to it and unsure where to keep my eyes.

Once in the water though, I felt my body relax and I breathed deeply, letting the steam fill my lungs with that wet, humid air. This was heavenly. I sighed and sunk my head into the water. My hair had been neglected these past few days and I apologized profusely in my head to the old woman who used to care for it for me.

I kept my eyes closed and I let the warm water wash away the sweat and the history of the last few days from my body. I reveled in being myself again, as much as it caused me angst to know what that would mean next. I stayed until my fingers and toes were wrinkled and I stepped out, dripping and wet and padded back into the room where my clothes sat. I reached for a clean towel from a pile and tousled my hair dry and padded myself off. My clothes were still not clean - but I suffered the experience of putting them back on with a promise that I would wear clean clothes as soon as I got back to my room. 

I turned to step out of the bathhouse when I bumped into a large, sturdy chest. I yelped and stepped back, blinking in alarm. 

I saw the red phoenix insignia on his chest before I saw his face and I felt my body go cold. 

No, I thought, my mind racing, they found me, they found me, they’re going to take me away from Drun. 

I shook my head, panic already settling into my bones. 

“Altan Hilmar, son of Archduke Taliesin Hilmar?” The man asked. His voice was low, unfeeling and commanding. He looked to be in his fifties, with a full beard and brown eyes that looked down at me as if I were nothing more than a petulant child. 

I shook my head again.

He didn’t react to my reluctance to answer, instead he continued, “You are to return to Berdusk where your father will enact the proper consequences for running away.”

“Please.” I breathed, “I can’t go back to him. I won’t go.”

“My orders are clear, young Hilmar, you will come with me to Berdusk.”

“Have you no mercy?” I pleaded. “I will not cause my father any dishonor, but please don’t make me leave. I have to stay here.”

“I am a patient man, Hilmar.” The man continued. “But I also will not tolerate bargaining. I only obey one master, and that is the honourable Duke Hilmar. Now, after you.” He gestured to the door, I looked out and saw that there were two other armoured men with the same insignia on their chests waiting for me. 

I couldn’t bow my head in defeat, I couldn’t cry. Not in front of these men. They all watched me closely, carefully. I’m sure they all saw me as some spoiled, rich son of the duke who ran away to be reckless and ungrateful. They probably saw me as weak and useless without any notable skill, but I would not let them see me shrink under their stares. My mother told me my strength was different. I raised my chin high and regarded the man before me. “I will need my belongings.” I said.

“They have already been collected from the inn you were staying at.” The man answered. “Now, move along. We’re taking you home.”

There were too many thoughts in my head as I walked between the line of guards that led me through the walking streets until we arrived upon the stable where a carriage was waiting. I looked down one road, knowing that it led to Drun’s forge. I felt a stutter in my heart as I realized that Drun would return to find me gone.

It was then I could no longer hold my head up strong. I had no way to tell him where I was going. That I wanted to stay. That I was so fond of him, and I admired him and was so grateful that he trusted me and that we were each other’s first friend.

I wish I could have told him that I was falling in love with him.

#oublietteodette #monster boyfriend #orc boyfriend #orc x half elf #dnd inspired #set in faerun #monster lover #monster romance #orc #orc romance #monster fucker #slow burn #romance #my fic #writing #gay romance #my fic writing #fantasy story #creative writing #bg3 #writeblr #mm romance #orc x elf

[slashslvt]

Morning. PT 2

xiao x gn!reader. || Angst to fluff || pt 1 A/n: thank you for the support on pt 1! It makes me so happy to see people liked it on my first post back. I might try to make another fic tonight before my exams next week.

A few days had passed since you last saw Xiao that one day. You didn’t reply to his text while you had stayed at your friend’s house. Over the few days, you hoped he would have said something. The longer you waited constantly checking his contact. Would he say he missed you? Would he beg for you to come back? The thoughts filled your head and soon his response was your only concern. Then the days passed. The time spent waiting got longer and your hope started to dwindle. By the end of day 4 while lying in bed you thought, maybe we really should just break it off. The next morning you checked the time on your phone. The clock read 10:27. But an unexpected notification was under it. Your hands started to get sweaty, and to your surprise, a text was there.

Two new text messages from Xiao.

Let’s meet up. Meet me at XXXX. 

I need to talk to you.

You didn’t even have to think before leaving.

You quickly dressed, trying to look nice but not too nice as if you were looking forward to seeing him. The walk to meet him felt so long. It was only 5 mins but it felt like time had slowed, letting your thoughts linger. Is he going to Break up with me? I mean it’s to be expected. You both haven’t gotten along for months and it was tiring. But you still had a small spark of hope. You stood there at the park entrance waiting, looking around as all the couples interacted with each other. You felt a tap on your shoulder. “I- er uh… just- just follow me.” All you could respond to him with was a small nod. At that moment when you looked at him, he looked like he was doing fine. No signs on his body that showed he even struggled when you left. Did he even care? 

The walk through the park was awkward. There was an obvious tension between the two of you. The silence didn’t help either. “…so are you just going to pretend nothing happened?” He stopped walking and looked back at you. “No okay just- let me explain okay?” You nodded in response. “We had gone out to celebrate getting the best grade, and we had gone drinking. You know I normally don’t drink but they were pushing me. I got drunk and one of the girls there started being pushy and- and then she kissed me.” Your heart sank. You wanted to get out and leave. What did this even have to do with how he was treating you? Was he cheating this whole time? You went to turn away but he pulled you into his arms and rested his head on your shoulder. You could feel his hands start to shake while he hugged you. “I didn’t come home because I was so ashamed. I didn’t push back and I don’t know why. I didn’t like it though. The kiss I mean.” His breath quickened as he started to cry on your shoulder. Tears staining the jacket you were wearing. “Yes I know this doesn’t excuse the way I’ve been treating you but I love you. I- love you so much just please don’t leave me. I’ll be better for you. Please just… don’t leave me.” You were overwhelmed with all the emotions coming at you. Heartbreak and then suddenly happiness? He hasn’t said he loved you in weeks. Maybe he was struggling. A shell of him moving on with his life as if his mind was somewhere else. You started to cry as well. You whispered to him what you had been feeling this whole time. He started to squeeze you tighter, apologizing for his behavior. 

The pieces of your heart that had broken had finally started to fit together again.

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[tsaritsa]

Congratulations on winning Nano!!! Any hot takes or unconventional tips on how to achieve a huuuge milestone like that in so little time?

Also, if you'd like to share, I'd love to hear more about the piece(s) you worked on during this year's event! Big yay if you want to tease us with a sneak peek as well. 🙂

Congratsss again!!!

ty!!!! i am afraid my tips might seem kind of obvious and not that much of a hot take but here's what worked for me:

writing sprints. do 10 min. do 17 min. do 30 min. whatever it is, just get words down on the page. after each sprint was finished i'd look at what i wrote, fix up the most glaring mistakes (espe if the words looked terrible. i've learned to live with a lot of spelling errors bc otherwise u waste too much time. during nano each day i'd prolly manage between 2-3 sprints -- usually enough to net me between 1000-1500 words each day. i wouldn't stop if i hit the daily total, i'd stop when i could feel the motivation waning. my lowest day was under 300 words, my biggest was just over 4000.

get a community. writing sucks alone. i feel very grateful that i've made some friends on here who were also trying to write regularly, so now there's 5 of us in a little discord i've made. we do sprints with each other and share lots of snippets, memes, pretty pictures etc. it keeps us excited about our own projects, but also allows us to cheerlead each other on.

get used to placeholders. i use TK. anytime there's a word i need but it's not on the tip of my tongue? TK my beloved. sometimes i'd write like she sighed in a TK kind of way, or like harry opens his mouth to argue about TK TK some work thing he's doing TK TK. it just keeps u in the pace of writing ur in, but allows for a few words to be spent writing down a piece that needs further expansion.

establish habits and goals. for me, it's stuff like trying to write the bulk of my writing with a nice candle lit, but also the silly stuff like putting on lippy so I feel like. Ready to do shit. have a few drinks avail. one to hydrate (ice cold) one to caffeinate (also ice cold). play music or sounds that will help u get into the zone without overly distracting. now that i've won it i'm gonna treat myself to some silly purchases as well bc i should reward myself for such hard work and dedication. i'm thinking a v comfy hoodie.

overall if i didn't have the community i had this month i think my external motivation would've been lost quickly, so find friends to yell at about ur project. watch yt videos about ppl doing writing! make posts and don't give a flying fuck about being cringe or not suiting ut 'aesthetic'. this is u. do it for U.

in terms of this project: the short version is hermione goes back to hogwarts post book 7 and has to slowly begin to recover from/learn to live with the PTSD she's gained. alas, draco is also back and she's gotta learn to make peace with the fact that he's allowed to want to change and that he's making small steps to become a better person than who he was. they're gonna kiss and be disgusting with each other. ultimately this is a story about hermione's journey, as the whole thing is written from her perspective, so although the dhr aspect is there, there are also other important relationships i want to focus on -- especially her and harry.

i'm ignoring/expanding on a lot of canon, and using some details from the movies i prefer over the books (namely her mudblood scar bc mmmmm parallels). i don't really know if anybody is in character but i don't care! this is my story and i'll do it how i see fit haha.

the following excerpt comes from late sept in the current draft. at this point dhr has been forced together a few times already. draco has surreptitiously managed to drug slughorn with a potion of his (slughorn's) own making during their potions class bc the potions professor was spending an entire lesson just showing off instead of. u know. teaching.

#ask #live by the cringe die by the cringe #i'm seriously thinking about starting a little vlog journey for this so i can just keep myself even more motivated haha #ty for the ask!!!! basically u just gotta write. doesn't matter how bad it is. it counts!

[gold-rhine]

Would you recommend Playing Star Rail to anyone? Why or why not?

no, i wouldn't. my own dislike of turn based games aside, here are the reasons:

1.Way too little content. Right now there are basically two regions and a starter area. Each has like 6-8 maps, every map is just corridors with like 10-11 chests and couple of puzzles on some maps. You go through basically all of it during main quests. They just released second half of the second archon quest. There are like some side quests, but they play pretty quickly. You can go through all of this in like a week max if you play slowly and bc some quests\puzzles are time-locked to make them feel longer.

There is simulated universe, which is fun at the start, but once you build your characters and figure out best buffs, it also becomes boring, because it's the same enemies in the same corridors. I enjoyed it for like a week, and now I play it once a week for rewards and thats it, which takes like 40 min.

There is also like hsr's equivalent of abyss. Idk, you can theoretically replay same fights over and over there until you get 3 stars, but like. I mean, if that's your cup of tea, I'm not kinkshaming, but personally I play through it once and that's it. so like. another hour in a week mb.

2.So, once you burn through available content, there is literally nothing to do but grind resources. I explain to you my daily routine:

1.log in. Do daily rewards missions for primos.

2.use autoplay to grind resources. mb upgrade characters if you can

3.log off.

because there is no exploration in hsr, there is literally nothing to do but replay abyss and simulated universe over and over

3.Again, because there is no exploration and limited number of quests, it's literally impossible to get primos if you want them without spending. You can only get them from daily rewards (like 60 I think?) and events. Like, if you already did quests and abyss, that's it, you can't get even one wish per day. say what u want about genshin, but if you actually play the game, you can get 2-5 wishes daily just from exploration and quests. And there are roughly bazillion more quests in genshin, bc it's a huge game that was out for years. I have 100% exploration on my main account in every region and I still have like 20 quests and hangouts not done there despite playing for like 1,5 years.

so in genshin, if you want a character and you spent your free event wishes etc, you can grind the primos for free. I know, bc I do on my new f2p acc, like you can get like 100 wishes per banner which guarantees at least one 5 star. I started Kazuha's banner with 0 savings. spent 30 whishes on kazuha and then 70 on alhaitham and then stopped pulling bc i didn't want to main alhaitham again lol, so probably could get another 5 star on hard pity.

In hsr, you can do nothing, but spend money. Like, I started Luocha banner with 15 wishes saved and at the end of his banner I was at 70 pity. I couldn't even get to 5 star pity. I happened to get him on the last day on 73 pity and win 50-50. But if I didn't, I couldn't go grind like in genshin, I could just spend.

So I think gatcha monetization feels much more predatory in hsr bc once you're through very limited content, you're out of options.

TLDR: play this game if you, like me, need to waste time and only have your phone on you. Like I'm often bored at work, this is why I make shitposts on tumblr and have several other time-wasting apps. Also make sure you're won't be tempted to spend money on gacha. Please don't spend money on this game guys. Its turn based, its easier than genshin, you literally DO NOT NEED strong characters to play, and like. Paying money so game can auto-play itself is just insane to me. Please don't. You can find cool looking anime art on the internet for free.

Don't play otherwise.

#rhine talks

[avissapiens]

Jockbull Summer Week 2 (19/11/23-25/11/23)

Model used is Tsonghan Wu

1

Went hard with the push ups this week. It gives me such a euphoric rush. I’ve built my chest in the gym normally so by the time I've got a pump from doing a single set of push ups I've got my own set of stress toys to flex and play with. The highest score for this week was 36 with no backtracking. One notable Session involved Scandinavian_King(of Set C fame) pushing me harder and harder to keep doing sets past my first one. Each time to failure. I get so easily riled up with shit like that. Guys taking advantage of the muscle lust to push me harder. I think that night I got a total of 90 in a 5 min span.

2

Muscle related competition was a bit sparse this week. K was out sick so no push up rival. I did end up trying to beat my great friend Teal’s record of 50. That did not work. But I'll get there. Need to get there. Need to fucking win.

3.

This is a fortnightly task but I have noticed an issue. It is related to the problem of me defaulting to these shitty pieces of clothing just cause they are there. I wear them, they make me feel like a dysmorphic trash bag and then because I wear them they are dirty and get put in the wash basket. Which interrupts me being able to instantly put them in the Task box. Luckily I've got some Rawgear stuff coming to pad out the wardrobe before I get to those pieces.

4.

This was the first time I actually got to practice the accent with Jockrs. Truth be told, I'm fucking great at that kinda stuff. I’ve always had a natural ability for voice modification and accent work. So i put it at like a 5/10 on the intensity scale for the whole time we were on the call. Jockrs didn’t fare as well. Obviously it’s a little harder to go from Aussie to Cali than my more neutral “trans-atlantic” mess. One thing i'd like to overcome in this whole process is the Irony poisoning. I spent so much of my life as a Snarky sarcastic dweeb. So much of my life being “Ironic” and joking about without taking things to the genuine core of me. So even this task it’s difficult to get started because in the first couple minutes you’ve got that awkward Irony block for doing something that feels affected. It was such a fun experience tho. After a while the voice just flows through you and it is such a flowey, breathy voice. So fluid and easy.

5.

Rather than describe every BtG episode I'm going to focus on different things that I love and how this show absolutely scratches some old fantasies from my days as a dumb teenager in the musclegrowth kink community. Episode 3 where Baki is placed in a normal high school athletics test, and because of his sheer strength and inhuman physique is completely out of bounds and therefore almost flunks. Absolute Muscle RP fuel. Add to that all the gore and viscera in the other scenes. It’s very itch scratchy and possibly kink forming if you’ve got the abyss already bubbling away.

6.

I am a glutton for punishment and I made an extra task for myself in each of the sets. I did this by drawing tarot cards. Letting the universe speak to me to guide my journey. For this set I drew a Wheel of fortune which talks about fortunate initiative, spontaneity, random success, equality of souls.

And i translated that to "Take more chances with guys in the gym" I hopped on this one quick too. 

I had to kinda work myself up for it but this really chill seeming asian dude with nice curly hair who has legit been at the gym the same time as me for i'd wager 80% of my workouts.

He was just resting and I asked his name and stuff complimented him and asked his goals.

His name is Adrian, he used to do a lot of sport and was focused on strength gains back in high school, but now he's in uni and is more focused on just looking good.

He goes to my school but does law and commerce so unlikely we'll ever share a class or even be there at the same time.

He asked some of my stuff yada yada.

And he kept saying super low under his voice like "you're so huge dude. So huge"

And then when he was leaving he came and said goodbye. It seems small, I know but it’s a big achievement for me every time I make a gymbro. It’s hard making friends in this country.

#jockbull summer

[moriwanderer]

Today, I Got to Pet a Dorito

Gamagori is a city about 10 mins away via train that sits on the Mikawa Bay in central Japan. Today, I did an adventure.

I had decided to head down originally because I wanted to take a dip in the sea. That... didn't happen. However, it didn't happen because I found more interesting things to do!

Gamagori has both an aquarium and a shinto shrine literally on an island connected by a bridge / causeway to the mainland. These are basically next to each other. So of course I went to both!

The aquarium was amazing. They specialize in deep-sea critters, but I was honestly completely unprepared for the wide variety of fish they had. There was no huge walk-through tank, but honestly it was not missed.

I got to see a tank full of morays, deep sea crabs, sea horses, mudskippers, axo-fukken-lotls, and so very much more. And it ended with the ability to pet an isopod. They're basically like wood lice, only much bigger. They can even roll up in defense! If you ever get the chance to go, do it! It's well worth the less-than-$5 admission.

After that, I went to the Takeshima Shrine, the island shrine I had mentioned earlier. It was... nice. Calm and chill, in a sea of way too much sunlight. There were no miko to be seen, but there were a bunch of little crabs in a tide pool, so that was fun. I had no money for talismans or gifts as I had spent the last of my cash on the donation box at the beginning, but no matter. I'm curious to know the story behind the horse.

On the way back, I considered taking a dip but decided against it, as it was hot and I had no sunscreen with me (not to mention swimwear, nor a place to change). Instead, I got a Pocari Sweat from a konbini and headed back to Okazaki.

Anyway, that's how I got to pet a Dorito. Until next time!

#japan #gamagori #aquarium #isopods #doritos #shinto #takeshima

[jbitchboy]

My night with a DOMINATRIX

Arrival

I sat down with this absolute indomitable woman, She had an open warm smile and stunning demeanour, manging to make me feel calm and comfortable while also making me feel exactly how I wanted to feel. Like something less.

We discussed the session a 4 hour session, what how when and what to say if I was having too much.

I had been caged at her request 2 days before. At the end of the discussion I handed Mistress G 2 envelopes one contained the cash the other a sealed envelope containing the keys to my cage (yes all 3 keys). She left the key envelope on the table saying “won’t be needing these”. I was sent off to have a shower with a 5 min time limit and was told to be kneeling and naked after the shower.

Session start

Apparently I took 5 min and 26 seconds to get in position. This gained me a punishment I would receive at the end of the session.

When I was allowed to raise my head to see Mistress G she wasn’t in the dress that she was in before, red calf high leather boots, black leather pants, a black leather corset with red trimming and red laces.

Looking down at me I could see the power in her eyes boring into me. To say I was scared is an understatement.

A simple movement of her foot between my legs got me to flinch, while laughing at my flinch and patting my head “is the poor boy scared of my foot did you think I was going to hurt you already” I meekly nodded and dropped my head her finger lifting my head to look into her eyes she handed me a collar plain purple collar with 4 D rings I put it on and she finished me off with a click of a lock, “don’t worry they will be plenty of locks clicking on you today” leash attached and led to the first scenario.

Spanking bench

A simple padded bench with more straps than I could count, wrists, elbows, waist, thighs, ankles and a latch for the leash to clip too, “are you noisy boy?” “no Mistress G” “let’s see, one peep and you’re gaged” with a nod hearing her walk around me to my very exposed ass and balls, the way I was strapped spread my ass open and my balls and caged cock hanging down, a slap on my ass a breath in no noise though I was proud until she started really warming me up, by the time she walked around to my face again, a bright red face, “almost as red as your ass, now that you are warmed up we can start, from now no noise” she must have seen the surprise in my eyes as she walked away laughing.

An explosion of pain spread through me starting at my ass running up my back into my shoulders into my face and out of my mouth “ahhhhh” she immediately stopped came around “open” I opened my mouth she place the cane that had just destroyed my composure “hold that”

“Screaming bitches suck cock, are you a screaming bitch?” shaking my head no “but you screamed and you are strapped down with your ass in the air and a cage on your dick. That makes you a bitch”

“Open your mouth” I gagged as the giant penis gag was shoved in my mouth again a click locked.

She went on for 10 min 5 strokes a minute some hard some soft some fast some slow each one saying nice and peaceful so quiet and peaceful. Walking around to check on me I was a dazed lump, drooling massively eyes glazed. I was in heaven.

I spent the next 45 min on that bench getting beaten I was flogged, I was cropped, I was caned, I was slapped there wasn’t a part of my body that wasn’t red and striped.

Being unlocked I was released from the gag kneeling again and getting a bottle of water while Mistress G coated my back with cream. (Aftercare doesn’t always need to happen at the end).

Ball Torture

Led to a St Andrews cross locked in arms up and ankles locked in. No gag this time. Feeling Mistress G fussing over my balls getting my cock straining in the cage, a tap from her manicured finger nail “whys it straining, are you getting excited bitch” “yes Mistress” feeling her again running a finger up the cage, seeing her rise up and running her pre-cum filled finger running around my lips, “lick you lips for me” and did I lick my lips, I licked them clean, “you’ll get more later bitch”. I felt a light tug on my balls.

I had a parachute connected to my balls at this point, and a small weight maybe 200g, Mistress walked away and came back with a basket of weights, she made a big show of selecting the weights and laying them just out of my sight, before I knew it I had 2 kg of weight hanging off my somewhat stretched balls, this continued Mistress adding a weight feeling my balls filling my lips with my mess, adding weight feeling my balls filling my lips with my mess. Then I felt it happening quite slowly, Mistress looking me in the eyes while I felt the weight slowly lifting then with her hand on my chin holding my head in place her body against mine, I felt then my balls stretch as she let the weights go my eyes watering as she was asking my all sort of humiliating questions. I don’t remember them as I could just feel my balls getting longer and longer as the 8kg of weight was swinging back and forward.

Mistress slapped my face and walked away from me, watching her perfect ass moving away as my balls were getting stretched.

Ball torture part 2

With the weights off and a little care to my balls Mistress brought out the penis gag again and locked it in place.

Mistress G moved behind me, the next thing I knew I was slumped In the cuffs holding my wrist, tears rolling down my face and a laughing Mistress G behind me. I had received a kick straight to my tender balls it felt like they were in my throat. 10 seconds later I was in the same position, Mistress G whispering in my ear “nod if you are ok” I nodded “do you want more” I nodded “beg” trying to speak around a hard plastic cock in your mouth is not an easy task, I had drool running down my face down my chest, I was a mess to say the least. Mistress G kicked me a few more times I’m not sure how many, but she made sure I begged for every single one.

Relax

Because Mistress G is a professional and she really does care for the welfare of her client’s, part of the fee involves lunch. I got 2 choices of lunch, fruit salad and finger snacks, or a charcuterie board, drinks were fresh fruit juices. And I got 2 choices of how the lunch would be served either, as a submissive or as vanilla, both would involve discussions with Mistress G of how things were going.

Because there was no way I wanted to miss out on anything, and as would be expected I chose the fruit salad as a submissive. This involved me at Mistress G’s feet hands cuffed behind my back eating out of a bowl on the floor. Mistress G was phenomenal checking my emotional and physical state in a caring way but also throwing in insults and snide comments.

Part 2 to follow

[kreauxlighe]

Serirei Playlist

Hey frens,

so a while back i put together a serirei playlist. ive never put together a playlist for a show i like before and i did things a little differently. instead of it being songs that i think are character vibes or songs i think they'd listen to, this playlist is meant to tell a story. each song is in response to the song before it with alternating POVs (there's an exception where reigen gets two songs in a row and one song is both of them together.)

below the cut I've put together a sort of summary of what i imagine happens in each chapter (song) and how this story progresses, along with fun facts about the playlist itself. i spent like a week putting this together so i hope y'all like it

This can be as post-canon or AU as you want, I think it works well either way. If I had to give it tags I'd give it:

mental health issues, depression, hurt no comfort, angst, hurt/comfort, love confessions, breakups, second chances, happy ending

(the cover art was done by my v good pal @crownorclover ! )

Here's the tracks in order and who the song corresponds to. The play list is arranged in a way that from track 7 on it's meant to be a direct response to the track before it.

(For the MOST part the songs alternate back and forth from POVs but there's a couple that are shared POVs and an instance where reigen gets 2 songs in a row)

Tracks

Over in Love - instrumental (prelude)

Working for the Knife (Reigen)

Control (Serizawa)

Nobody (Reigen)

Agoraphobia (Serizawa)

Hello My Old Heart (Reigen)

Head on Fire (Serizawa @ Reigen)

Ghosting (Reigen @ Serizawa)

Hearts A mess (Serizawa @ Reigen)

Two Birds (Serizawa & Reigen)

That Was Us (Reigen @ Serizawa)

Believe (Serizawa @ Reigen)

I'm Not Okay (I Promise)  (Reigen @ Serizawa)

Cold Little Heart (Reigen @ Serizawa pt2) (the first half of this song is instrumental and important (see below) but if you really want to skip it you can go to 4:44 but i’ll be sad about it)

It's Alright (Reigen & Serizawa)

An Act of Kindness (Reigen @ Serizawa)

Rise Up (Serizawa @ Reigen)

First Day Of My Life (R @ S)

You're the One (S @ R)

Total Length: 1hr 14 mins

The story this playlist tells is a bit of their lives before they met, their attempts (and failures) to meet in the middle, and then ultimately their success. I personally hc that Reigen has some major depression going on, a sprinkle of anxiety. (a """sprinkle""".) And it's something he refuses to acknowledge and it becomes a major stumbling point in his relationship with Serizawa.

2-5, a look into where both Reigen & Serizawa are individually, mentally and emotionally, prior to meeting

6, they've met and I imagine at this point have been working together for a while and Reigen's heart is like, oh hello?? And Reigen is very much haha NOPE, we're not doing this, that way lies pain. Like their opening tracks, this is all internal for Reigen, he's not communicating any of this to Serizawa which is part of the problem.

7, Head on Fire, MEANWHILE , Serizawa is definitely falling for him and loving it

8, I imagine at this point they've gotten together, they're dating but... Reigen is still holding back. Not his love so much as himself. The man has some mental health issues and needs to talk about some things and Serizawa can see that and is trying to get behind that and Reigen keeps pushing back. This song is full of mixed signals from Reigen. On the one hand he's saying he's gonna stop hiding, he's gonna open up, he's gonna stop being a ghost in this relationship, and that he WANTS to, but it's hard and he's scared and ultimately, he can't do it. He backs away.

9, Serizawa is basically pleading at this point because, I mean, the lyrics say it well enough, 'you can't live like this' but also Serizawa is like, I can do but so much, at some point Reigen HAS to meet him in the middle.

10, This is the turning point, Serizawa fully believes they can do this, they can make it work, and Reigen says he WANTS to but he's still not brave enough. They break up.

11, Some amount of time passes and Reigen finally tries to reach out, to bridge that gap. He misses Serizawa, he misses what they had, and he wants to try again.

12, Serizawa is, rightfully, a bit unsure. This is a lot of what Reigen had said before and although he never doubted Reigen's feelings, there's a lot of other stuff going on under the surface they can't ignore. He's not expecting Reigen to fix everything, or anything, right away, but he needs him to at least acknowledge there's something wrong.

13, Reigen gets to have a tantrum, as a treat. He doesn't really know where to start with what's going on with him, with why he puts himself in dangerous situations, why he smiles and jokes like everything is okay when it's clearly not. He doesn't have the words for it and just kind of bullshits his way through it (again) and panics. This is probably the one song that isn’t quite as close of a match lyrics-wise as I’d like, its mostly the chorus really but what can ya do

14, The instrumental half of this is key here. I imagine this is Reigen taking the time to actually wrangle his thoughts and his feelings, to work up the courage to be actually honest, even if it's to say he doesn't understand why he is this way. The second half is what he manages to admit.

15, The verses are Reigen & the chorus is Serizawa (until it switches to 'I'). They've still got work ahead of them but Reigen is being more open now, they've met in the middle, they just have to go forward--together.

16, Reigen's still feeling a bit anxious about all of this. Serizawa is SO supportive and patient and they're trying again and it can't be real, can it? He wants it to be.

17, Serizawa promises he's not going anywhere.

18, Some time has passed, they're still together, they're putting in the work, and it's hard but it's so worth it. Reigen is, for the first time in a long time, happy and letting himself feel that. He's not as afraid to open up to Serizawa and it feels like starting over again, but in the best way.

19, Mushy mushy wawa stands by his (probably canceled) wife

Fun Facts:

- There's a bit in Head on Fire, " I've been sitting here, hands on the wire / Trying not to fall, but I think I might" that I think is great and romantic and then hits really different when you get to "Two Birds", oof

- I just think having a song called 'ghosting' when they work at a spirit consultation office is neat

- there’s a line in ‘that was us’ , “But as I watched you fly away from me” that just goes right back to ‘two birds’, double oof

- I really like how "if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say" comes right after Believe, just IMMEDIATELY. And it feels so petty and bitchy in response to everything prior which like, yeah peak Reigen vibes lol

- Hearts A Mess & You're the One have a similar like,,, beat? Tempo? I'm not a music scientist idfk but You're the One makes me think of Hearts A Mess and I like how very opposite those songs are, it makes it feel like it came full circle

#serirei #sr #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #mp100 #playlist

[eunsaedol]

✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　° EUNSAE & FAMILY

✧.* MIN HYUNJOO ; MOM

✧ eunsae and her mom have a weird dynamic that was built off of years of turmoil. growing up, hyunjoo never really acted like a parent. from age 1-6, eunsae was solely raised by her grandparents in seoul. hyunjoo was never fit to be a parent and was at her worst during the time eunsae lived with her grandparents. even when eunsae went back to lived with her it was still bad. hyunjoo would neglect her and basically leave her to take care of herself, which caused eunsae to develop unhealthy behaviors and surround herself with toxic people.

✧ when eunsae moved in with her father, it angered hyunjoo so much, she stopped contacting her. anytime eunsae would try to call her, she’d never answer and even changed to home locks so the old house key eunsae had wouldn’t work.

✧ before eunsae when to korea for the summer turned permanently, she visited her mother to say goodbye, however it ended in an argument that left eunsae in tears. since then, eunsae has only spoken to her mother a handful of times.

✧.* LEE JAEBEOM ; DAD

✧ eunsae met her dad when she was 15 and they instantly connected. their first meeting was filled with jokes and funny stories about each other’s lives. eunsae picked up a lot of bad habits from living with her mother, but every since they met, her dad has been helping her unlearn those habits and develop a healthy, safer, lifestyle.

✧ ever since eunsae debuted, her dad has been her biggest fan. he calls her almost everyday and is constantly praising her for her achievements. he’s even made an appearance in one of her vlogs while she was home.

✧.* MASON LEE ; BROTHER

✧ eunsae and her brother are 10 years apart, him only being 5 when they met. at first her little brother was quiet and seemed a little intimidated by her. it took two more meetings after the first for him to warm up to her. after eunsae moved in, they became inseparable. mason genuinely looks up to eunsae and always wanted to spend time with her, whether it was playing video games, or watching cartoons.

✧ when eunsae left for korea, mason was super sad about it. leading up to it, he made sure to hang around her everyday and spent more time in her room than his own. when he found out eunsae was staying in korea permanently he was devastated. though over time and daily facetime calls, he became happy for eunsae. he definitely brags about having a famous sister.

✧.* CHO DAHYE , MIN LEESUK ; GRANDPARENTS

✧ a lot of time, eunsae’s grandparents felt like her real parents, especially her grandmother. even though her grandparents have disowned hyunjoo, they’ve never turned their backs on eunsae. no matter how old eunsae gets, they’ll always treat her like their baby. her grandmother was actually the one who gave her the name ‘eunsae’. because they’re her only family who lives in korea, she visits as often as she can. she regularly spends holidays with them when she doesn’t have a long enough break to travel back to the states.

✧.* MOCHA ; DOG

✧ her child. mocha is literally her child. her dad got her for eunsae as a gift when she moved in with him. she did in fact cry when she saw her for the first time. she gave her the name mocha because “she looks like a mocha latte and i might be saying that because i just had one, but it’s cute so that’s her name.”

✧ cuddling with mocha definitely heals eunsae’s inner child. anytime she was upset, mocha would come running into her room and she would cuddle her until she fell asleep. one of the hardest parts of leaving the u.s was leaving her dog, however with all of the pictures and videos her dad sends her, she knows she’s okay.

#✧ ⁺ ⁺ ° all about eunsae . #fictional idol soloist #fictional kpop soloist #kpop oc #fictional kpop oc #fictional idol community #female soloist oc #fictional idol oc #kpop soloist oc #fake kpop idol #idol oc

[doobea]

What’s the work drama? 👀☕️

omg this is gonna be a semi long post but tell me if I’m wrong or not LOL

So basically at my work I just receive and review a bunch of lab documents to see if the analysts marked off what they’re supposed to mark off. And once that’s reviewed I just need to scan and upload them into our shared database and I need another person to verify those documents.

This week we’ve been receiving a lot of documents because the company is planning to release a new batch of drugs and the other department who’s submitting the paperwork to us has notified us a week prior about it. I get in earlier than most ppl (like 7:30am) and I review a shit ton of documents that day.

There’s this one girl that works with my team and she’s been there like 6 months longer than I have and works at her own pace. I consider myself a fast worker because it really doesn’t take long to scan and upload docs maybe like 5-10 mins per doc right? I feel like my other coworker kinda spends more than necessary to do her work but it’s not my place to tell her - you know?

Anyways, the documents are all uploaded by the time I’m ready to leave my usual time and my coworker decided to start verifying within the last two hours of work and it’s over 60 files (aka 60 documents). Mind you that those 60 files were uploaded periodically throughout the day and not all at once. I asked her if she wanted any help and she said no and that I can just go home. So I did. She ended up staying like an hour of overtime.

Next morning I get a message from our boss (she’s remote) and she told me this: “Your coworker has mentioned that both of you overworked your 8-hour day, so you can leave earlier this week. Just let me know when you decide to take off!” And obviously I left at my usual time but in my head I was like “oh cool maybe she mentioned that we both did because my coworker chill like that ig” so I just kinda messaged back saying “okay thanks”.

I show the message to my coworker and was about to say thank you and she pulled me aside and said that I’m taking credit for the hard work she did that day. Because turns out my boss probably misread and misunderstood something?? And then she threatened me saying if she catches me lying again then she’ll tell on me to our boss and get me fired lol but here’s the crazy thing tho …

That day my coworker spent like 2 hours on a phone call in the morning and then spent another hour or 2 just talking to ppl in the office/on her phone. While I was handling all the incoming flow of documents. And my coworker has always been complaining about how she doesn’t get paid enough and how she hates this job. AND LIKE — obviously she mentioned my name somewhere when she was emailing my boss ?? Why would I assume my own boss will lie to me?? And I feel like any sane person would take the opportunity to leave early for work if it’s right in front of them.

ANYWAY I was so off putted by that because like I think it’s not that big of a deal and like it’s just work… at the end of the day if you compare our metrics I get more stuff done on time vs her stuff but I’m not complaining ya know?

Does this all make sense lol she’s also the type of coworker to hate on feminine women bc she think she’s diff but news flash most women are not that diff from each other

#doobea answers #ugh sorry for the ramble but #now I’m like uncomfortable at work LMAO #I usually just keep to myself #and now I have to tiptoe around my other coworker

[insideintheupsidedown]

The New Girl in Hawkins High (Chapter 1)

Sorry for the lame title. It’s my very first stranger things smut series. English is my second language so don’t judge me too much. I might also sound very repetitive and boring, but give me some credit please. If you like it, I will take more and more effort to make it better! Thank you guys, for anything, criticism, compliments, sharing, following, likes, suggestions, in advance!! ❤️Also it might take me awhile but I will make sure to make it as adventurous and as dark and as creepy and as realistic to stranger things, and their characters as possible!

P.S I INCLUDE PICTURES, I don’t know if you’re into it, but I’m sure there are people who are visual just like I am! If not I’m sorry for ruining it for you! 😘

Summary: You’re the new pretty girl in Hawkins high school who happens to be also very smart, you meet lots of interesting students. Some guys will have interest in you, some will want to take advantage, some will want to protect you. And you most definitely will end up in the darkest of adventures.

Creepy!Crazy!EddieMunsonXFeminine!GoodGirl!Reader,

Flirty!SteveHarringtonXReader,

Mean!Creepy!Andy(Jock)XReader,

Bully!JasonCarverXReader

Word count: 1,452

WARNINGS:

🔞NO MINORS! GUYS THESE SERIES WILL TRAUMATISE YOU! SO SKIP IT, STAY INNOCENT. ANGST, Fluff, pet name calling (sweetheart, doll, babe, angel), detailed smut (p in v) unprotected, anal, spit, choking, slapping, name calling ((slut, whore, dumb, bitch, stupid)) groping, fondling, fingering, fishhook), noncon, denied orgasm, urine play, vines ((tentacles)), creepy, gross, stalking. If I’m missing anything let me know! 😘

For your first day in Hawkins high school you decided to wear a white pleaded skirt, baby pink polo shirt, white flat Lacoste sneakers and an oversized denim jacket, school was only 10 min away from where you lived so you decided to walk.

As you’re making your way to the main entrance you look around, scanning your surroundings. Seeing some of students in the parking lot smoking, others are getting off the bus rushing inside. It’s quite crowded and no one seems to really notice the new face, except for some students that walk right past you. Girls are whispering something into each others ears, possibly gossiping about you. Guys are checking you out from head to toe. It made you feel a little uneasy at first, but you’re trying not to think too much about it.

You know you’re a pretty looking girl, you take a great care of your appearance, your hair is always washed and done, skin is smooth, smelling fresh, you wear high quality clothes, manicure pedicure done, you have a great posture, you walk in small light steps with your head high, swinging your hair from side to side.

You spent hours at home, doing 5-6 steps of facial routines, yoga, reading books, and reorganizing your stuff. It was a way of distracting yourself from reality. Taking care of your physical appearance and mind is what made you feel confident, like you’ve got some sort of control over your life.

Despite of your personal life, falling apart after your parents got divorced, mother chose her new boyfriend which you couldn’t stand being around to, she decided to stay in Los Angeles. And you decided to fly out to Hawkins with your father to start a new life in a little house in suburbia.

As you’re making your way through the main entrance door of Hawkins High, you look around through students, trying to make your way past them to the lockers. You take the key out of your oversized denim jacket pocket. Checking the number of your locker “110”.

115…116… crap.

You get slightly embarrassed, you’ve been walking forwards so confidently now you have to turn around and go back since you’ve missed your locker. You smile to yourself a little and turn around, walking back in shame till you find the locker with number 110 on it.

“There it is” you whisper to yourself. Unlocking it and opening slowly, finding a textbook laying there in the dark, you pick it up to see who’s it is

“Heather Holloway”, hmm I better take this and give this to one of the teachers.

Unzipping your back pack, you put it inside while taking your other books out and neatly putting them inside your locker. As you close your locker, you get scared by a broad figure leaning against the locker next to yours. A gasp escapes your mouth “Oh jeez… you scared me”

??? “Hey new girl, this must be your first day in this school” he stares at your face, giving a little smile

“Hey, yes it is” you respond with the same little smile while locking your locker, and bending down at your knees to pick up your backpack off the floor. You do it ever so quickly and smoothly, since you’re embarrassed by the thought of your face being in the same level as this guys crotch. You stand up straight looking right at him

??? “Well maybe we could hang out during our break time, me and my boys will be hanging out in the lunchroom, pretty girls like you are always welcome to sit with us”

You giggle a little and he couldn’t help himself but smile more at your adorable little giggle

“I’m flattered, we’ll see about that, but thank you”

??? “You know we’ll tell you all about this school, which students are safe to hang around with and which you should avoid, also I don’t think I’ve asked for your name?” He leans a little closer to you, invading your personal space while having this little smirk on his face

“Y/N” you bite your bottom lip slightly while shying away “A..and you are?”

??? “Y/N, I like it, it’s beautiful just like you are…-“ he leans closer to your blushing face before someone else cuts him off

??? “Andy, come on man, we need to go!”

Andy gently slams with his palm against the locker out of frustration.

“I guess I’ll see you around then Y/N, and don’t be a stranger” he gives you a quick wink, and a cheeky smile before he walks off with the blonde guy.

You watch them as they go, pretty cheerleaders accompanying them, you’re checking out their uniforms, noticing a basketball ball logo patch on the right side of the sleeve of their varsity jacket. Making an observation, they’re playing basketball, they’re the cool, popular guys. It gave you a little ego boost to be approached by one of the cool jocks.

Didn’t expect this school to have more good looking guys than my previous school.

Just as soon as they disappeared in the crowd of other students, bell rang, which brought you back to the reality. You rushed through the corridor trying to find your history class, it didn’t take you too long, before you entered inside, you took a deep breath in, you really hoped there was an empty seat next to someone nice and not a creep or a bully. As you walked through the door you were relieved to see that all of the students were loud and busy getting their stuff out of their back packs, they haven’t really noticed you yet, you took a little time to scan the classroom to spot and empty seat next to a tall girl with a brown messy bob. She was sitting in the last row next to the window. You slowly walked towards her. “Hey” you approached her “Is this seat taken?” She looked up at you somewhat spaced out, and confused

??? “Yeah.. no, I mean hi. It’s available, I’m Robin. And you’re new here?”

She gives you a warm smile as you sit down next to her taking your books out of your backpack “Yes I’m new, nice to meet you Robin I’m Y/N”

Robins cheeks get a little reddish,

“So, don’t take this the wrong way but you’re like hot, I mean really hot, you probably already made new friends, I mean of course you have, unless everyone was intimidated by your looks, which I would be, but our jocks probably wouldn’t miss an opportunity to get you to know you, and you know I can see that you could easily become one of the cheerleaders, I’m sorry I can’t seem to shut up..“ she runs her fingers through her hair nervously.

You watch her ramble with a smile on your face, she’s such a pure and genuine soul “Thats okay Robin” in fact it was more than okay, you were so lucky to be sitting next to such good spirited person “I haven’t made any new friends yet, there was this guy who approached me before and that’s pretty much it”

Classroom gone silent, as history’s teacher began the lesson, you felt students instead of paying attention to the blackboard they were staring at you. You sat up straight, facing forward trying not to mind these curious eyes.

You liked history it was interesting but you were more of a science kind of girl which nobody knew about that because you liked to keep it to yourself. You were a bit of a nerd. Hot nerd.

History class felt extremely short since you had Robin next to you, talking and talking about some of her friends that you should meet, especially Steve Harrington with which she has worked at the “Scoops Ahoy” at the mall before the fire broke out. And now they’re working at the “Family video” store together, they’re like platonic friends with a capital P. She knows so much about him since they’ve been through a lot, so she thinks you could be a pretty fun and hot distraction for him.

“Hey, since the class is over, would you like to come with me to meet some of the people I know down the lunchroom?” She starts packing stuff, while inviting you to join her in the lunchroom nervously

“Id love that Robin, but someone already asked me to join them during lunch break, but I’ll see what I can do, now I have to go to the bathroom, excuse me” as your rush off, before you exit you turn around and yell out to her “but it was nice meeting you Robin!”

#eddie munson #stranger things #smut #series #steve harrington #robin buckley #upside down #mini series #jason carver #filthy #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut