#almost done with my associates i am so close

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my biology class starts tomorrow :3

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✧˖ ?!— THE ASSHOLE THAT MIGHT MAKE YOU FORGIVE & FORGET. - (NSFW.)

— ‧₊˚ — 🍸: "wanna make you hate being touched by anybody else but me, i'll be so selfish with you ??"

summary. despite your best efforts at avoiding your much-hated hookup boxer, he somehow finds a way to your apartment claiming he's here for your own good benefit, being a total ass- does he even have the ability to change? well, he's determinded to make you forgive & forget... in his own unique ways!

notes. haven't written full blown smut in quite a while aaahhhh also my longest fic up to date??? - this is part two of TWO WHORES IN A ROOM, THEY MIGHT KISS but can be read on it's own.

warnings/includes. (MDNI!!) non idol! jungkook x f! reader, they still kinda hate eachother sry (tiny bit of character development in the middle tho), elements of angst, making out, he's a bit of a dick :/, reader is kind of a therapist (pls don't go around in real life trying to fix ppl!!), tit/nipple play, riding, kook sub tendency towards the end, unprotected sex (she's on the pill tho), not proofread :/

you starred blankly at the text bubble he sent you a minute ago, hell- it was 2 am- you blinked repeatedly, reading it once more:

unknown number (jeon ) : i'm outside your apartment

you've done your absolute best avoiding him at all costs, you couldn't no- you shouldn't at all, never ever form a connection with him and though you'd usually be okay with having a little fling, you didn't want to be associated with him nor did you want to see his face. it was a hate fuck, nothing more, nothing less - but he always knew just how to ruin your plans.

you looked outside the window, actually sighting a figure, a motorcycle close to them as the person lifted it's head shortly from their phone, you quickly typed in a response.

y/n ( reader ) : how do you know my number, how do you know my adress and what makes you think i'll open the door unknown number (jeon ) : i'm cold

the simplicity of the incoming answer, made you roll your eyes, opening the window instantly after reading yelling out to the person: "i'll call the police for stalking"

he instantly yells back, "you don't actually have any intentions of calling the police. you want to see me" with every word stepping a bit closer to your apartment, now practically being next to your door.

"ha," you let out till full blown starting to laugh, "i wanna see you?" the smile from the laugh still plastered of your face, "you really think so?"

"oh i'm sure of it, what else is there to do on a saturday night? i just know you've been thinking bout my big dick all day, i know it makes you sick- but y'know what? i'm here to fix it for you" he looks up to you while delivering his dialogue in a sarcastic tone like he's the savior of the world, his smirk coming back once more.

you skipped down the stairs, opening the door just a few centimeters, enough to see your face, not enough to completly look into your apartment, answering him back now face to face, giving him a rather unimpressed look: "right, you showed up but somehow u're still blabbering 'bout me wanting you here, but whatever go on- tell me i'm the needy cockslut who wants you right now"

his hands reach out to presumably touch your tits as you make the split of the open door a little smaller so his hands won't fit through while he makes a tiny sound of disapproval in the mean time almost like a 'tsk tsk' until he starts talking again:

"you're standing here in your pjs at 2am opening up your door for no other then me and that says just enough"

you stand there silent for just a few seconds till bouncing back on his answer, "don't get it twisted, i wanted to see what you have to say for yourself-"

his smug little smirk on his face grows bigger as you speak, his words dripping with sarcasm as if you're playing right into his hands "oh so you are interested in what i have to say?"

"very much so but so far you've been talking a lot of shit which doesn't necessarly surprise me either"

jungkooks grin still remains maybe even gets bigger, his voice dripping of sarcasm, "oh c'mon you love anything that has a dick for you to suck on, you're not big on words"

you open the door a bit more further, sighing like you're tired: "well quite frankly i don't feel like having your dick in my mouth"

he runs his hands through his hair, few seconds of silence passing when he finally responds now a little more serious: "are you really gonna act like you didn't enjoy the last time we're together?"

you gulp, for the first time avoiding eye contact: "well not everything revolves around sex"

"ah well isn't that cute, trying to play innocent?" his smile suddenly disappears, his brow furrowing as he gives you a serious look, "look at me. right on the eyes"

you look him in the eyes again, voice getting just a bit louder: "you don't get it, you see any pussy and jump straight onto it then leave which would be fine- but i don't want us to be fuck buddies, i don't want us being awkward at work, i don't want to form an attraction beyond sex to you in any way and i won't even risk it- and you? you don't even think about anything, you just think with your dick"

his eyebrow raises as he lets out a chuckle and rolls his eyes, "yeah, yeah i guess i am quite a shitty guy for not wanting anything more than just to dick you down for all eternity"

you rest your head on the wall next to the door in frustration, making a sound close to a sigh again: "you'll leave me in a week, i'll get attached, you'll make fun of me- i don't want that" surprisingly honest and serious.

he stares at you for few seconds longer, you're not making eye contact anymore, still pressed on the wall your head facing downwards. he sighs and his eyes close as he takes a deep breath as if preparing himself for what he's about to say: "you really think that little of me huh?"

you respond calmly though still avoiding his eyes, admitting in all honesty: "you've given me no reason to think more of you"

and for the first time since you've ever seen him, you see jungkook generally hurt, his eyes not settling as he begins to slowly nod like he understood, taking a step back from the door, "i'll leave you alone"

you watch him take a few steps- but you just can't do this. he was right, for the first time in everything he has said so far- he was right: you wanted him. you didn't know if you wanted him beyond sex but you weren't gonna figure this out right now either so you made the spontanous gut decision, you swiftly walked behind him- grabbing his arm, stopping him.

"you can call me a dumb whore- but i've changed my decision, i don't want you to leave"

you can almost see his brain working your words out one by one till he returns to good old self, voice thick of sarcasm, a sly grin making it's way onto his face once more "oh and why's that?"

"can you shut up?"

it's a messy kiss. desperate, longing, needing - telling. his hands not settling, moving all across your body, squeezing and kneading wherever they can in a matter of time you both stumble back into your apartment, lips not breaking apart not even once even as he closes the front door with his foot, deepening the kiss mean while.

you get pushed back onto the couch, your lips still locked together as his hands move under your clothes, taking off each item of your clothing at lightning speed, like he's trying to tear them all apart.

you break away in the mean time to breathe as you basically pant, taking the short time to look down onto yourself, practically naked then look at him who still had way to many clothes on for your liking, "not fair" your words barerly good said as he basically swallowed them by kissing you once more.

he shifts his position again, wrapping his arms around your bare waist, pulling you onto his lap, groaning into the kiss, trying his best to combine keeping you in place with one hand and cupping your face rather violently with the other.

"please," you pull his pants just a bit to get your point across, "not fair" repeating what you already said like a broken toy in addition you pouted which y'know gets u sympathy points usually, you wanted to feel him- it was only fair.

"oh look who's upset?" a grin splarred over his face, tone mocking maybe even belittling, "you'll have to earn it" running his fingers through one of your hair strands till his gaze returns to your eyes.

"i thought we were over this," you whined till throwing your head back in frustration, "please, i was so nice"

"nice? you called me a shitty guy, thought little of me and basically called me a womanizer among other things." he puts both of his hands on your knees and spreads your legs apart more so you sit wider on him, "and you really think that 'pretty pretty please' is gonna be enough?"

no matter how good he was of a fucker, you weren't just gonna throw away your morals for him completly so you bluntly responded: "the fact that i'm even on your lap right now after some of the shit you said is pretty damn nice of me"

"fair point" he admits and his hands wander up your body once more, tracing each and every curve of your body, holding you down tightly to stop you from moving "you're not a nice girl. you know what you are?"

you responded instantly before he could say anything, putting a finger on his mouth to pervent more bullshit coming from that pretty mouth of his: "don't call me a whore, i won't tolerate slut shaming anymore when you're just as much of one as me, if not more"

he squeezed your thighs during your little speach, acting like a brat who doesn't give two shits about whatever you're saying, "you know i love it when you try to play this 'respect me' act, acting like you really are not some little whore that just wants to get pounded into a matress till she can't take it anymore"

you rolled your eyes immediately, taking in a deep breath: "everytime i have the feeling like i'm getting somewhere with you, i'm talking you developing your brain from teenage boy age 13 to 14, you piss me of even more- god i fucking hate you"

he leans forward, his body even closer to yours, a cruel smile crossing his face, "oh i love the way you get angry" his hot breath hitting your face and his eyes locked into yours, "it makes you look so helpless"

you get closer to his face, now inches apart to make sure the next few sentences really get to him: "i just want you to know that whatever you'll think after this whole thing, i want you to know that you didn't magically pull me in, i'm not helpless neither are you the only person with good dick in this shitplace, you're an avaible option that can be replaced at any given moment, you are a whore that goes around and gets used, no matter how much you hate that fact or not, it's the damn truth, so start being a fucking man and accept it, suck it up" you say something he'd say to you, a taste of his own medicine if you will.

you see it on his face that you've managed to finally get to him, like he's actually taken aback by something for once. your words seemed to cut him deeply and he just stares at you, his breath shaky and his eyes big, wide doed like you've never seen before.

"okay," you take his hands away from your thighs locking them with yours, face still close to his, holding eye contact, "it's okay, it's okay to have sex, it's okay to want to live a free live but you have to communicate that and stop being a prick, stop using girls, stop blowing your ego up and then maybe we could have something" you whisper it as calmly as she can, squeezing his hands every once in a while like you actually want to help him.

he looked onto the both hands locked together till squeezing your hand back, his voice trembling as he tries to remain calm when speaking, "why are you still being so nice to me?"

"you know you do this thing where i look at you and you say something so good, so rational and it happens every once in a while where i think to myself- this is why i can't leave our whole thing alone cause somewhere just somewhere there still is that one valueable dude, it's just-" you sigh, till burrying your head on his shoulder in frustration, "i'm so stupid, i feel like i'll always come back to you, i don't know if that's good"

he almost automatically wraps his arms around your figure and now is the time where you actually do feel helpless in his arms, god- you were so stupid.

he buries his face in your hair, breathing you in, he didn't want to feel this vulnerable around you- it almost hurt to let his emotions show "oh c'mon- don't say that, please" his voice is shaky and his words carry a clear feeling of hurt.

"i always used to say that i don't believe that people can change, it's funny how you try to make excuses and loopholes for your morals when you actually experience something on your own," you straighten up your posture, removing your head from his shoulder, avoiding his eyes while trying to gather your thoughts.

his voice still carries the same shaky emotion as he speaks "why are you avoiding eye contact?" he burries his head against your chest, rubbing against it like trying to make you look at him, softly beginning to lick the skin.

the more he nibbles and licks on your skin, the more little mumbles against the skin are hearable, "i'll make you forgive me" or "i'll make you forget" - it's like a trance.

his tongue getting to your tits, "look at me, please" he pleads like not having your attention on him even for just a few seconds is a crime sentence - at the same time wrapping his lips around one of your hardened nipples, sucking with just as much passion.

he leaves thick traces of saliva on both ones, an occasional muffeled moan slipping out, "could do this forever, i could die happy with one of- mmh" giving both of them his full diverted attention like he had to make sure the other one doesn't feel left out.

when his head comes up from your chest, his eyes are half-lidded, hair is all over the place, a little bit of saliva in the corner of his mouth yet he instantly cups your face kissing you again and again.

everytime he breaks away just shortly to breathe he whispers something into the air then immediately kisses you, swallowing the words like they were dangerous to fly around unanswered.

"wanna do this forever, have you on my tongue over and over again till my tongue goes numb, till i can't taste or feel anymore"

"wanna have you in every position you can think of, wanna fuck you so much your body only remembers me, my shape, my dick- everything, only me"

"wanna make you hate being touched by anybody else but me, i'll be so selfish with you"

dangerous words.

dangerous words that feel a bit to real.

it's so evident he has long lost any control over himself, those eyes still so doed like he's begging you to give in, fully drop your boundaries, to give into his fantasies. eyes locking with yours to speak up just once more like he's admitting something, voice more quiet:

"fuck it, i'm already way to selfish with you"

your hands find the zipper of his pants right before opening, pausing to say something yourself, "i'm selfish too, i choose what i want in the moment instead of what would be better for me in the longterm" you pressed your lips onto his almost to shut down your own thoughts, the important ones, the conscious ones that were barerly left till breaking off again, "i don't care, not right now"

you can already feel his hard cock rub against your panties through the jeans material, "i'm so hard it hurts" he looked at you so pleadingly like you were the doctor with the medicine to safe his life, like this was a do or die situation, a tiny cheeky pout on his face, "can you fix me?"

you didn't know if he was talking about himself as a whole or his cock but regardless you took his hands in order for him to stand up so it would be easier to remove his pants and boxers doing it all in one swift motion.

making him sit down onto the coach once again, he whined at the feeling of cold air on his bare skin and you not immediately sitting down onto him, you strip down your pretty ruined panties, his eye not knowing where to look as he played with his lip ring, tilting his head like he's tryna get a better view.

his hands reach out practically on their own, yearning to get his hands onto anything yours, "sit down, ride me" jungkooks tone shaky yet he tried his best to hide that (not rly working) as he added a tiny quiet "please" at the end of it, barerly audible to the average ear.

you couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that he was behaving like a child (nothing unusual) but the laugh got cut of by a moan as your pussy practically swallowed his length, his hands instantly quite harshly going to your hips, leading you- maybe even guiding.

"fuck yea-" his voice so awfully strained as his both of your hips moved in sync, his fingernails digging into your soft skin, making you groan.

"missed this pussy so much," he moaned out, throwing his head back onto the coach headboard till he weakly added: "so obssesed with you, i've been wanting this tight- mmh, fuck- ever since-"

he couldn't finish his sentence neither did he look like he could form any coherient thoughts, face scrunched up in pleasure, a bit of sweat on his forehead- and you probably didn't look any better yourself.

your walls clenched around him out of sheer response, you were so wrong- this was such bad decision, it would be so hard to let him go after this, it would-

"gonna cum, fuck- i can't"

his pressed out words cut through your thoughts like a sharp knife, the skin slapping noises suddenly feeling louder then they had been before, your own pussy clenching around him once again.

"can't hold it back, i don-"

he was going to leave marks on your hips for sure, you bet he didn't even realize how hard he had been squeezing the poor skin, occasionally moving to your ass.

you moaned yourself, feeling your own orgasm approaching, jungkooks eyes closed, lips parting slightly like he's on the top stage of ecstasy somewhere over the rainbow as you could feel your own walls getting coated with cum.

your body instantly went weak after, lightly collpasing onto his chest as though he seemed unusually tired he wrapped his arms around your back, stroking the skin and bone structure slowly.

it felt so comforting even your eyes closed, you felt so tired- what time was it again?

"fuck- i forgot the condom" his fingers paused, the shook in his voice audible.

"i'm on the pill, we're good" you closed your eyes again, now the clear goal was to fall asleep.

yet y'know how it was with your plans and jungkook- he cut through them as he lied still for a few minutes till whispering, "i don't hate you by the way" his fingers now again continuing the gentle act on your back even slower then before like a quit lullaby, "not even one bit"

"i know"

[blacknailsandheartbreak]

Imagine the group cannot understand how you and Zuko are so close with you being a literal saint and Zuko being... well Zuko

AN: I am back! Man, it's been a hot minute since my last post! ...Lets not think about that because I am back! :) woo hoo

~1400 word count

Part 2 once your done reading :)

SO, lets jump in and see what this Zuko fic about??? Well, imagine this...

The whole group is together and you are the newest member joining from an encounter at a local market. You'd travel alone from town to town, trying to help in any way you can to help fix the wounds the war had created. You fit in well, very polite and nice, never showing any anger, but very capable of defending your own with a bow. You became close with Katara, almost like sisters. Though, unknown to the group that you were a fire bender, you wished to keep that a secret. Your nation had done too much damage and could not bear to be tied to such a name. You hadn't practiced in a long time and were contempt on keeping it that way. You were good enough with your bow, you could protect yourself without the aid of bending. But one person saw through your mask, the only other fire bender in the group. You had a feeling he knew, as he was finding ways to spend more time with you, offering to walk with you to the market, to fetch water or wood, and he seemed to only ask you questions while it was just the two of you. If he did know you were a fire bender, then let it be so.

You volunteered one night to gather firewood, and Zuko promptly offered his assistance, in your nature you gladly accepted, you did like the company. While you two walked, you held a wicker basket against your hip and did most of the talking. Zuko hummed in response, keeping note of their far distance from the camp. As the conversation seemed to die out, Zuko stopped walking and you walked a couple more steps before realizing his halt. You turn around and lock eyes, both of you stand straight and still like statues. You knew what was coming next, your hair swayed slightly in the wind, the setting sun leaving amber shadows across you both.

"You're a bender, a fire bender." Zuko states, no question to his voice. You couldn't deny it, there was no point, he knew. You looked at him and smiled. You confirmed his suspicions, and explained to him that you have been building a new reputation for yourself outside of a fire bender label, trying to heal the brand the fire nation left on your skin as well as all its people and the ones it had affected. Zuko seemed sad, he apologized for his nation, our nation. He had promised things would change after Sozin's comet, once he overtook his father. You smile and agree that Zuko would make a fine Fire Lord, you talk to him about how much you believe can change. Ever since that night You two became close, very close. Close in ways the group could only suspect, but no proof.

On the last night of the Gaangs regrouping, before they had to pack up camp and keep moving, everyone had gone to bed, except for Zuko. He had a hard time trying to get to sleep that night, so he went out for a walk to try and clear his head. He sat by the nearby river and thought about what you had said, to rebuild a new reputation as to not be associated with the fire nation, start anew. Zuko balled his fists in anger at his country, the horrible things, unspeakable notions they had unleashed. Zuko scrunched his nose in disgust and felt the pull of his scar, a sensation that he was use to, one that would usually bring more frustration but only brought him sorrow tonight, as your words passed though his mind, 'trying to heal the brand the fire nation left on your skin as well as all its people and the ones it had effected'. Zuko felt the shame of his land pile on his shoulders, but he decided to head back to camp before he got too far into his head.

Back at camp, everyone was in bed, Toph slept alone in her stone tent, the boys had their own tent, while You and Katara shared a tent. Katara took a leap on that last night and decided to ask you about you and Zuko. She thought now would be the best time over any. Katara looked at you laying with your back to her, she gently poked your shoulder and you turned over.

"Sorry for waking you, but I had a question and I hope you take no offence, but you and Zuko... you guys have seemed to be getting very close... so um... are you guys... you know... together...?" Katara asked you in a quiet whisper with wide curious eyes.

While Katara spoke, Zuko had made his way back into camp and heard the faint whispers. It was unlike him to listen in on others' conversations but they had obviously not heard him return, and he seemed to be the topic of their subject so he decided it was fair game to listen. He caught on quickly as it was something about you and him.

You smiled and replied in a steady whisper, "Zuko and I have become good friends, nothing more." You and Zuko knew there was a bond beyond your secrets you shared, but you two were not together, just close.

Zuko had his arms crossed across his chest, he felt no offence towards the statement you shared, it was true, it was a neutral answer he could respect.

Katara responds "Oh okay... um if you don't mind me asking another question," You nodded her on, Katara continued, "Zuko and you seem to be very different, as in you are so... vibrant and kind, I don't think I have ever seen you mad." She said giggling quietly, and you smiled. "But Zuko... well you know Zuko, he only ever... scowls. Spirits, I think a smile might split his face in half..."

Zuko furrows his brows at the comment, and grabs across his mouth, 'I can smile', he thinks to himself, lowering his hand.

Katara continues, "and... and it's like pulling teeth trying to get him to talk..." Katara looks at you, "How do you- being your bubbly self, connect with someone like him? How can you talk with him for as long as you do when he seems to barely listens half the time?"

'Barely listen??' Zuko thought as his eyebrows shot up at the comment, 'Is she serious? How could she possibly think that!'

You smile at her observation, "Zuko is very kind to me," you say sweetly.

Zuko's face relaxes to your answer, and he uncrosses his arms.

You continue, "But you're right, he never says much, and yes, he is indeed quiet, but when one has gone through so much, it is understandable. We all know that feeling to some extent and we all have our ways of dealing with it. I have accepted how Zuko conveys himself as he had accepted me for how I present myself. But over all, yes, he does listen, even if it seems he is not, he always does." You conclude with a sweet smile.

Zuko is almost taken back from your answer in a way he cannot explain, but it feels as if an unknown weight has lifted off his shoulders from your response. He decided to leave the conversation there as he had heard all he needed to, and turned to walk away. But the next thing you said had caught his attention.

"Who knows," You add, "his ears are probably burning right now with the mere conversation of us talking about him...". You both giggle and say your goodnights. Zuko smirked and rolled his eyes and walked back to his tent. Although, as he replays the conversation over in his mind, something sits like a small rock in his stomach. 'Zuko and I have become good friends, nothing more.' Nothing more, he thought over and over in his head, maybe with time that could change. Once Zuko becomes Fire Lord and is able to start the change that the world needed to heal, you would embrace your bending and be proud of your nation. But that would come in time, so for right now, he could work with good friends.

[sushis-wild-imagination]

Seventeen as dads part 3 (All members)

I am so obsessed with this series, I’m weak for dad!seventeen More dad!SVT and other fics on Seventeen Masterlist <3 Genre: FLUFF

→Choi seungcheol

"Will you help dada fix the showerhead?" Seungcheol asks your first born daughter, Siah. Seungcheol was in the bathroom being stubborn that he could fix the showered in the bathroom himself. Your 2 foot high daughter leans on the door frame looking up at her father.

She nods as her dad asks her to help.

"Can you hand me that wrench?"

"Wench?" she repeats wrongly.

"W - RENCH" cheol corrects her again.

"This one?" she points her little finger to every tool in the box and finally gets to the one he wanted. Cheol was very patient with her. He believed in her, it helped built her confidence too.

She handed her dad the wrench.

Cheol did some pushing and pulling, meanwhile siah really wanted hands on experience in this plumbing apprenticeship.

"How are my two star plumbers doing?" you ask walking into the bathroom to see what trouble these two were up to.

Cheol now had Siah on his shoulder while she played with the showerhead acting like she was helping fix it.

"We're almost done, my associate here is new so she's a bit confused" he says pointing to her daughter on him.

Suddenly there is a 'thak" sound and water comes down pouring on cheols face.

You burst out laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” He asks playfully and pulls you into the shower area so now you’re also soaked. This is responded with some sqeals and squeaks.

“Never calling this plumber duo again” you say laughing.

“Well the plumber duo loves you” he says with a cheesy smile and takes siah off his shoulder to bring her between the two of you, now shes soaked too.

→Yoon Jeonghan

"Stop pushing our kid into the pool" you say giggling as Jeonghan playfully throws your 5 year old son, Hyun woo into the water.

Hyung woo hated the water when he was younger, especially the sea. But now it's a mammoth task to get him out of the pool.

"Again! Again!" Hyun woo screams while you could see jeonghan's energy battery running low.

"He'd make you do this all day" you say sitting poolside, reading a book.

"That's all, that's enough" Jeonghan says and pulls Hyun woo out of the pool, now comes the tantrum. Jeonghan uses the last of his power to pull his son out of the pool and airplane him to where you are sitting. He dropped your tantrum throwing son on you. He made you scoot in the small pool chair and stuck close to you, putting his head on your shoulder, boy was he exhausted.

"Does your battery have enough power to pass me the sunscreen?" you playfully ask him.

"There's always a reserve battery for you my love" he says and also gives you a complimentary peck on the shoulder before he retracted to the same position as before.

→Hong Joshua

There was chaos in the Hong Residence as two boys, Dojoon 7 and taehyun 5, run around yelling and screaming. Two hyperactive boys were definitely a lot to handle.

"Boys, Boys!" Joshua claps his hand to get their attention.

"I have a mission for you"

their eyes light up and Joshua has their full attention. They loved missions, they recently got into spy movies and when they hear the word mission, they snap into their alter ego, little spies.

"Dojoon's mission is to clear up your toys on the floor and Taehyun's mission is to bring all the clothes from the dryer to the living room then mom and I will teach you how to fold laundry" he recites all the tasks. You loved doing chores as a family, it was possible on the weekends and you thought the boys would learn how to do things. It was the easiest way.

The kids rush to do their chores and the first one to finish was the elder one. This made the younger one upset, he came crying to you. The two boys are very competitive.

You end up giving them both some cookies. The calmed Taehyun down.

“We need to get them off cookies”

“Just this once please” you tell your husband pulling a cute puppy face. The boys loved cookies and it was easier to calm them down that way. Joshua hates it.

“Last time, promise?”

“Promise” you say pecking his cheek.

→Moon JunHui

“Noo I don’t want to, what if I hurts, and you flush it away”

“You want to keep it?”

Your son nods.

Your 2 and a half year old son is sobbing on his potty chair, not pooping because he thinks its a part of his body and he’s going to lose an arm if he poops.

You knew if was something Jun might’ve told him so you call him over.

“Hes not letting me flush his poop, he thinks we can raise it” you explain to jun sighing.

Jun ends up laughing at this.

“Please?” Your son asks in a small timid voice.

“Its going to start stinking baby”

“It already does” Jun chimes in.

“Caterpillar”

“You think its a caterpillar?” Jun asks and your son nods.

“Its just rubbish, it goes into the dustbin, the toilet is the poop dustbin.” Jun tells his son.

After half and hour of discussion, your son was finally ready to let it go.

“Where is he learning all this?” Jun comments in general.

“Are you sure its not you?” You ask playfully.

“No wayyy!” He says clearly lying.

“You’re lucky we didn’t have to raise his poop”

→Kwon Hoshi

"Appa, I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall" you 6 year old son, Ji ho screams at the top of his lungs. Both the tigers are very loud, it took you some time to get used to. You literally gave birth to a Soonyoung junior. They're too similar. So they clash a lot.

“I haven’t even let go, stop screaming”

“Appa appa!” The little boy screams and goes down the small hill at the park.

“Don’t look back, look ahead, you’re doing it”

“Im going to hate you if you let go!” Your son screams at your husband.

Knowing your husband, he definitely let go and you hear your sons screams again.

“Appa i hate you!”

“You’ll never learn if i don’t let go, you want me to hold the back all the way to school? Whats the point of riding?” Hoshi scolds him.

Your son comes running to where you were sitting and he takes his shoes off to sit on the blanket.

“Appa is not trust worthy”

“You’ll thank me one day!” Soonyoung says and plops himself next to you on the picnic blanket, putting his head on your lap.

Your son joins him and now the two boys were playfully fighting to keep their heads on your lap.

“She’s my mom!” Jiho tells his dad to grt off of you. All this makes you giggle.

“Shes my wife! Get your own wife!” Soonyoung tells him off playfully.

“Im 6!” Your son exclaims.

→ Jeon Wonwoo

“See, now if I move my piece 4 places, I catch one of yours, so you take it back to your house” wonwoo explains to your 5 year old daughter.

She was suddenly on the verge of tears when her dad captured her piece in a game of ludo. She clearly hated losing.

“Appa is cheating!” She kicks her feet in annoyance.

“Thats the rules” Wonwoo says very logically defending himself from a 5 year old. It was hilarious to watch.

“She’s 5! Let her win” you say from the couch shile you watch the two cuties play ludo on your living room floor.

“She’s going to become a brat if I let her win” wonwoo comes back to you with more logic. Hes not wrong but once?

“Just let her win once!” You ask him again. He shakes his head.

“Come here, you and me, we’ll be one team” you say as you slide down the couch on to the floor.

Your daughter calms down a little while she sits on your lap. “Lets make daddy lose” she says and rolls the die again.

You very strategically play and capture 2 of wonwoos pieces in the next 3 rolls. Your daughter was happy now and wonwoo was stressed.

“Yes! We won! Daddy lost!” She sticks her tongue out at Wonwoo.

“See? This is what I meant” he says and bites his lower lip acting like he’s angry about the gesture.

You giggle at your cute husband.

→ Lee Jihoon

“Im going to throw it now, eyes on the ball okay?” Jihoon tells his 6 year old daughter who is wearing a hand glove thats bigger than her face. It was cute to watch.

You could see them through the living room window where you sat to read a book.

Jihoon makes the first throw that goes over the little ones head.

Her eyes follow the ball like her dad asked her to.

“Its too high”

“Jump to catch it” he teaches her but she groans.

“Just throw me a ball I can catch”

“Jump jump” he repeats stubbornly throwing another ball over her head.

She hates running to get the ball. This time she makes it her mission to make her dad run and get the ball. She throws the ball full swing and it hits jihoon right where the sun don’t sun.

You burst out in laughter watching the love of your life fall to the ground and groan in pain.

“Thats it for the day” he says between the pain and finally gathers himself enough to come back to the living room.

“That was some revenge shot”

“Our daughter is very powerful” he says remembering the pain and almost wincing again just at the thought.

“Im sure she takes after you honey” you smile at him.

→ Xu Minghao

Your younger daughter and your husband, Minghao, were standing in front of the bathroom mirror.

Minghao lost a bet yesterday about something silly and the punishment was to make your daughter hair. It was punishment because your daughter hated it when someone touches her hair or brushed it. It's a recent development. She would throw tantrums and it was just difficult.

It was minghao's first time touching her hair and he was visibly nervous too. He didn't want to hurt his little princess. Understandably.

"What do you want me to do today, princess?" he says hovering his hand over her hair, not sure where to put it.

"I don't want to!!" here it starts.

Minghao gets down to her level on his knees to talk to her. That's how he gets everyone. He has a way with words. A smooth talker you fell for.

"Why not?"

"It hurts"

"Daddy will do it softly, very very softly, and we stop the second you feel hurt okay?" he explains to her and try to touch her hair again.

He does it so softly like even the slightly touch would hurt his daughter.

"Ah" your daughter lets out a yell and Hao begins to inspect that area softly pushing hair away so he can see.

"Look, she has a rash"

she was not throwing a tantrum. She really was hurt, it made you feel horrible. you immediately apologise to her and bring some ointment for it.

"I'll brush it softly okay? so the knots are out" he tells her before he continues. She trusts him, you trust him.

You take some ointment out to put on her but she refuses.

"I want daddy to do it" she says and you nod understandingly.

He helps her with the ointment and your daughter finally has brushed hair. She hops away happily while you watch.

"I can't believe I missed it"

"It's normal, don't worry" he reassures you.

"This wasn't even punishment, she loves you doing her hair" you complain and he chuckles.

"Want me to do your hair?"

"Only if you do it as softly"

"Always"

→ Kim Mingyu

Kim mingyu, your husband of 5 years was working out in his work out room, he made a area attached to the living room a work out area so he didn't have to go to the gym, but occasionally still sometimes ends up going to socialise with friends while he exercises.

He had become much more of an exercise person once Bora was born cause he wanted to be as energetic with her as possible. He wasn't ready for his body giving up if he had to play with Bora or worse save her life.

You were passing by his work out area with the laundry basket but watching him working out your feet stopped and you ended up staring at him.

"What are you looking at?" his voice snaps you out of your staring.

"Huh?"

He smirks and you throw a sock at him at shut him up. If you stared longer you would've drooled physically.

You watch Bora's little legs run to her dad.

"Hello, to you too!" you say sarcastically and playfully as your daughter ignored you. Bora found Mingyu's gym contraptions very fascinating. She might be into exercising too. She loves being active.

Bora climbs her dad and somehow gets to his shoulders. What a total monkey. Only her tail is missing.

He ends up doing chin ups with bora on his back, no idea how he is this strong, but you were glad that he is.

while you come back to the living room with dry clothes to fold you see mingyu doing push ups with Bora on the floor.

"You're too sweaty" she screams as Mingyu's seat drops on Bora who was under him, every time he came down he would shower bora with kisses as she counted.

It was the sweetest thing to watch.

"I'm done, you can stop staring"

oh the things you would do to wipe that smirk off his face, right now all you could do was throw a dry towel to his sweaty face.

→ Lee Dokyeom

"What is this you do daddy?" the little girl asks her dad while he puts on multiple toner pads on his face.

Since it was a Sunday, dokyeom scattered all his skincare on the living room floor, ready with a bare face to pamper his.

"This is for my skin, so it's soft and pretty, like yours" he explains to her while she listens intently.

"My skin is soft and pretty?"

"of course it is, because you're a baby"

"I'm a big girl, I want to do this too" she whines a little. You overhear this conversation.

"should I cut you some cucumbers to put on your eyes?"

You take your child to the kitchen and she watches you cut some thin slices of cucumber, she was very excited. She ends up taking the plate to her dad rushing to be a part of this salon play.

You follow her out while she lays on the floor next to her dad. You sit by her feet and suddenly DK starts a salon skit.

"Hello Ma'am, what would you like today?"

"Cucumbers" she responds cutely.

DK places the cool cucumbers on her eyes that make her shiver.

"Would you also like a foot massage ma'am?" you ask her as you rub her feet. You hadn't done this since she was a little baby. It brought back memories and how much she had grown.

Your daughter, meanwhile is busy munching on the cucumber she's supposed to have over her eyes.

"Hey, are you just eating it!" DK scolds her playfully.

She giggles in response. Her giggles are the most adorable sound.

Between the massage and the cucumber facials, your daughter falls asleep in the middle of the both of you. DK slides his butt to sit next to you. You subconsciously put your head on his shoulder.

"She's growing up too fast, I don't like it"

"Wait for the day she says 'I don't need you' I'm going to start bawling my eyes out" DK says and a visual of him doing that dramatically flashes in your head that makes you giggle.

"I'll be right next to you probably also sobbing my eyes out" you mention and he gives you the sweetest smile.

→Boo Seungkwan

Your husband was pacing back and forth with your 2 year old son in his arms trying to get him to go to bed. It was 11pm already, way past his bed time, but you just couldn't get him to sleep.

It had become practice that Seungkwan sings him a soft lullaby and some walking in his father's arms knocks him right out.

You saw him whispering a song and couldn't help but hum it yourself while you put away all the toys he played with today so they don't poke your feet in the morning.

Your humming perked his eyes and seungkwan gave you a side eye for waking his baby up, you mouth a sorry.

"Mommy's here?" you wakes up to find you. He never gets to see you in the night because you come home late from work.

He immediately wants to come to you, you take him for a second say hi give him some kisses and give him back to seungkwan, despite all his whining, sleepy whining.

You pat seungkwan's back as a 'best dad' pat and move on to the toys on the living room.

→Choi Vernon

You were surrounded by paper and scissors and scrap paper. Your kindergarten going son, Derek had a project at school to make a jar full of cranes to bring to class.

Of course, a child's project is the whole house's project. Now, it was you, Vernon and Derek Sunday afternoon, making a jar full of cranes.

You were teaching Derek how to make a paper crane and the folds were too tough for a 3 year old.

Vernon folded one crane a little too big and filled the entire jar.

"Tada! We're done!" he announces clearly with so much space left.

Derek giggles. "No daddy, there is so much left"

"No look? It's all done, one big crane fits the jar, just tell your teacher that" he jokes with him.

It makes you giggle too.

You end up having a nice family bonding time when you do arts and crafts with Derek.

→Lee Chan

“The same one?”

Your daughter nods.

Your daughter, 5, has been asking for the same story about the elephant and the ant for the 100th time. She only sleeps once shes heard that story.

Chan can recite that story in his sleep. Its the same thing over and over. Your daughter could finish his sentences at this point. Once the story was done, Chan tucks her in and turns the light off.

“How can I forget?” Chan pretends to gasp and showers your daughters face with kisses.

Your daughter wipes her face.

“Don’t do that, Im a big girl now”

“Okay okay” He says and shuts the door, it does break his heart a little bit.

He comes to you looking a little mopey.

“Is she in bed?” You ask your husband. “Yeah” he says and comes to cuddle you.

“She said she doesn’t want to be tucked in with kisses anymore” he mutters. You run your fingers through his hair. “She’s growing up a little too fast, I don’t like it” he pouts.

“She’ll always be your little girl” you tell him.

“Always”

[cursedhaglette]

Colleagues

You're been nothing but helpful to Magistrate Ancunin, working to advance your career by supporting his cases. Your crush on him has lasted almost as long as your time spent working together.

And then he decides he wants to show you just how grateful he is for all your thorough help.

Rating: E Word Count: 2.5k Content: 18+, oral sex, PIV sex, squirting, cum swallowing, pre-canon

[ao3 link]

A/N: I don't know what magistrates do and not sure if I really care, but if fantasy judge/lawyer combo doesn't work for you then sorry!

“Madam, I have Magistrate Ancunin here to see you,” the voice of the office assistant reaches your ears before the door opens and the heavy hinges creak in that way you hate. The older human woman who assists with your paperwork and appointments allows in the familiar, handsome face. You nod your thanks and Vilna closes the door promptly, as she always does. 

“Magistrate,” you say in greeting, and he smirks as he approaches.  

“You always say that like it’s not your title as well,” he argues, the same comment the two of you make every time you have this exchange. 

You’ve been smitten with him for an almost pathetic amount of time, but while you’re still unsure whether his flirtations were just for fun or genuine, you held off on making any real move. Being rejected by one of your fellow magistrates, one of your senior colleagues that you’re so often tasked with assisting, would be far more humiliating than you’re willing to risk. 

“Do you have those case notes ready?” He asks, and the deep caress of his voice scatters your mind as you fumble for the information you’d collected for him. You remember you’d filed it away just last night, wanting to be sure it wasn’t mixed in with the other handful of cases you were either overseeing or assisting on.

“Sorry, yeah - it’s over here. I was working on it until late last night, but I think it should be more than enough to present your case.”

He doesn’t respond, so you move around your desk to where you filed the documents the evening prior.

“You really ought to make me work harder for this,” he smirks, and you watch every movement of his clever mouth as you turn to meet his gaze. “So much done, all for me? None of the other junior magistrates are quite as helpful and thorough as you are, darling.”

“I’m far too generous, I’m wholly aware,” you turn, noticing how much closer he’s gotten. How his body is nearly against yours, your back meeting the edge of your filing cabinet as you adjust, watching as he takes another step closer.

“You ought to be careful,” he whispers, and you think you might be able to smell cigar smoke and brandy on his clothing, his breath a puff of warm air against your skin as he draws ever closer, “associating with the ‘hanging judge’ might earn you a reputation an innocent thing like you might not like.”

“Maybe I’m not so innocent. I can handle myself,” you murmur, and mean it. You weren’t scared of his reputation, not when you wanted to make your own. Assisting him, making a name for yourself as you grew your career, it was all part of a plan. Falling for him was the only piece you hadn’t accounted for. “And maybe I like working with you.”

“I’m glad, because I like it as well,” he grins, “so tell me you’ll let me show you my thanks.”

“Astarion…” you whisper again, and your eyes can only focus on his lips. The way his tongue flicks to wet them, so full and perfect. Gods, you wish he would just break this tension so you could finally feel his hands around your body.

“Let me show you how grateful I am,” he says again and leans against you, dipping his head to whisper a gentle kiss along your neck, then another below your ear. “Let me show you how much I like working with you, Tav.”

“Is this a good idea?” You hate the question, hate that it could end the delicious warmth seeping into your core as his lips move lightly against your skin. But you have to know, have to be sure…

“Probably not,” he grunts but pulls away for long enough to look you in the eyes as he says, “but if you want this, then I don’t give a damn how good or bad an idea it is. Do you want this?”

“Yes,” you moan, and then his mouth is on yours and it’s like your prayers are finally answered. His mouth is warm and perfect, his tongue dancing against the seam of your lips until you open, eagerly, to welcome him in. He pushes you against the cabinet, your back digging into a drawer pull, but you don’t care as his hands move to cup your ass and lift you slightly, enough to angle your core against his. 

You can feel his hardness and it draws a desperate, gasping moan from you that he swallows with his kiss. He holds you firm, his grip likely strong enough to bruise. Have you noticed how strong he was before? You knew he was fit, but Gods, the way he holds you shows off how easy this is for him. He’s experienced, and you are too…but not like this. Not with someone you’ve wanted for ages, dreamt of kissing or laying with as you sign off on each individual document you’ve prepared for him over the last year.

“I’ve wanted you,” he growls as he shifts and gently sucks on your sensitive earlobe, “since I first laid eyes on you. Since you first walked into this office.”

“Really?” you gasp, and Astarion’s hands move to the buttons of your blouse, his mouth kissing along your collarbones. He pulls away for a moment, eyes scanning yours and you watch in delight as his gaze flickers to your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Then, he takes your hand, and moves it to the hardness pressed against you - guiding you to feel the full length of him, still taught and held within his fine, leather trousers but begging for release. 

“Do you feel this?” He asks, smiling as your blush deepens. You bite your lip and nod. “This is how desperately I’ve wanted you. How hard I’ve been trying to hold back from doing this every time I see you. But I can’t hold back any longer, not if you want me too.”

“I do,” you moan, and he’s on you again, his kisses somehow more desperate than before. But then he’s kneeling and -

“May I?” He looks up at you, both hands warming your thighs and you know what he wants, even if you’re shocked this is happening at all. You nod and his hands move to your waistband, tugging off your work trousers and undergarments in a single movement. 

You’re bare for him for a moment  before he nudges your legs apart and finally his fingers find your clit, gently pressing against your pleasure. Astarion looks up at you, eyes dark with lust, as you whimper at the touch - simultaneously feeling overwhelmed by the sudden caress and desperately needing more from him. 

“Put your foot on my shoulder,” he instructs, and you do without thought. The heat at your core, the way your want feels like a thrumming ache that grows with each second that goes by drives away any second guessing or nervousness you might feel. All you can think of is the way his hands caress your hips, your thighs, as he looks at you laid bare. “Gods, look at you. Soaked for me and so fucking beautiful.”

“Please,” you gasp, and he smirks but finally obliges you. His hands move to grip your ass and stars burst behind your eyes when he finally drags the flat of his tongue from your hole to clit. His mouth latches around her, sucking and licking in alteration as soaked, sloppy sounds begin to fill her small office. You’re being feasted on, and each groan with pleasure vibrates through you and adds to the building release he’s bringing you toward.

Astarion moves one hand from your ass and shifts his mouth only slightly, his tongue never leaving your swollen bud as he slides two fingers into your heat, immediately finding the soft spot inside you that has everything going white behind your eyes. 

“A-Astari-uhhhnnn,” your knees buckle as you cry his name, reaching for his hair and holding his mouth to you as the dam of your arousal bursts.

Pleasure floods you, and you soak him in the process, grinding against his face and coming around his fingers as your body thrashes in release. His ministrations continue, licking and fingering through the final clenches of your orgasm before he finally pulls away, his face slick with your arousal and release. 

“You taste fucking delicious,” he growls and stands, pulling you into another deep kiss so you can taste yourself on his lips. You moan into his mouth again and finally feel him tug free his cock, stiff and dripping with his own excitement. 

“Can I taste you?” 

“Not now, darling,” he growls and pulls you off the cabinet, his hands rough. “I’ve got to be inside you now, or I may go mad.”

He guides you to your desk, papers and files scattering in the wake of your desperate movements, banging your way around the office without letting his lips leave yours, his hands lingering at your sides, your hips, your breasts. 

Your ass meets the edge of the desk at the same moment his fingers find a nipple, pinching and twisting viciously, enough to have him groaning at the sound of your gasping cry. He kisses his way down your body again, his lips meeting your breasts and sucking gently before he moves lower, kissing down the planes of your stomach. 

Propping yourself on your elbows, you watch as he finally pulls away and lines his cock up with your slit. He rubs his head against your sensitive clit, wetting himself on your still soaking cunt and each rubbing slide feels better than the last. He’s so hard, the head of his beautiful, thick cock so soft, and it’s all for you. After so long, after so many late nights spent wishing you could have him all to yourself.

Your head hangs back as he begins to slide into you, the feeling overwhelming as your body stretches to accommodate him. He takes his time, his own eyes closing slowly as he adjusts in his own way, the feeling of your heat and slick enough to have him biting his lip in concentration. 

“Astarion,” you whine and your back arches as he moves forward another inch, “I can take it, I want it all, please - I need more, please, pleee-aahh -”

He fills you to the hilt, giving all of himself to you in one movement and you can only muster a deep, primal groan as he begins to set a steady rhythm, rolling his hips against yours. Each movement is practiced and perfect, managing to hit every spot inside you that begs for pressure.

“So ti-ight, mmmm,” he groans, picking up speed. He reaches between your legs, his thumb rubbing circles in time with each thrust. “Can you come for me again? Around me?”

You clench around him, feeling the tug behind your navel and the added moisture between your legs and then you’re coming, coming around him like your body knew to obey his ask with words alone. Your second undoing under his hands is somehow stronger than the first, your body convulsing like a woman possessed as you shatter again and again. 

“Good girl,” he grunts and sputters, “such a good…mmmmph…good girl, coming for me.”

You milk him with every slowing contraction of your body, tugging him deeper into you, and he stammers your name like the chants of monks in a chapel. You listen as he repeats it, over and over, as his breath hitches and his movements grow erratic, desperate and his own pleasure begins to build toward climax. 

He’s close, so close and you don’t have a tonic so you lean up and kiss him, his body slowing as his focus shifts to your mouth. This time his moan fills the space shared between you and the sound would buckle your knees were you standing. 

When you tug away, both of your breaths still ragged with pleasure, you whisper what you want, no - what you need. “Come in my mouth. Let me taste you that way.”

“Are you sure?” He grunts the question, leaning in for another languid kiss as he continues each deep, slow movement within you. You nod through the kiss, then move off the desk, to your knees. 

He’s coated in your slick, and flush with pleasure, each vein in his gorgeous length thrumming with need you can’t wait to slake. You roll him in with your hand, luxuriating in this hiss it earns you. 

You swirl your tongue around his head before sucking it into your mouth, groaning as you realize that you’re about to know how you taste in combination with him. 

“Gods,” he pants, “don’t stop, y-you feel…unbelievable.”

You smile and take him deeper, adjusting to his length for a few moments and then letting him fuck into your throat at the pace he needs to finally reach his peak. He bucks quickly, his eyes close as yours water, his length hitting the back of your throat.

You swallow as he quivers through his end, and then bob up and down once more before pulling away from him, your mouth popping as you release his head from your mouth. You lick him clean, any release you hadn’t caught already you wipe away with a warm tongue, feeling his eyes on you as you do. 

“Fucking hells,” he whispers, a hand reaching to stroke your cheek as you finally sit up, “that was…”

“Okay?”

“You delicious fool, that was the best head I can ever remember receiving,” and he folds himself over to reach where you still kneel before him, kissing you deeply and slipping his tongue into your mouth - tasting himself on your tongue. It’s salty and perfect, the taste a lingering reminder of the ecstasy you shared.

Astarion moves to dress quickly, as though suddenly reminded that it was the middle of the workday and you were both in an office, and you follow his lead. 

He straightens his coat, rubbing his palms down his shirt to even out the wrinkles left over from their earlier collision. He looks almost nervous, watching as you finish lacing up your shoes, then looking at the utter chaos left behind on the desk. 

“This won’t make things…uncomfortable between us? Will it?” You ask the question carefully, aware that it very well could change everything. Could ruin all that hard work. But Gods, it sure as hell felt worth it in the moment. 

“Oh lovely girl,” he smiled, finally meeting your eye again with that perfect smile, “if anything, this just got a lot better. In fact, I could imagine you and I will be very, very good colleagues.”

“Well then,” you stand and walk toward him, taking his coat in both hands and tugging the handsome elf flush against you once more, “I suppose the cases we work on together are going to be a lot more fun from here on out.”

“Oh my dear,” he kisses you quickly, a gorgeous, devious grin lighting his face as he pulls away, “I couldn’t agree more.”

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Typical Day for a Mall Cop

My name's Bill, and I've been a guard at the mall for almost a decade now. It wasn't my dream job, but life has a way of creeping up on you with kids and a mortgage. I needed something to pay the bills, and I've always had a knack for watching over people.

Like any other weekend, the mall is fairly busy, so I stay on my feet and patrol the halls for most of the day. Occasionally, I'll check in with the other mall cop, but my time is mostly filled with watching shoppers come and go. If anybody gets too rowdy, a stern look is enough to keep them in line.

A lot of the time, teenagers will loiter in stores. Some of them even try and bring their skateboards in, but it isn't too hard to make them adhere to the mall's strict policies. They might be young and clueless, but that doesn't mean I'll cut them any breaks.

Over by the fountain, I see one of the boys I admonished a week ago. I think I caught him shoplifting or something. Thieves normally get banned from the mall, but I didn't do that with this one. He said something that completely caught me off guard; he said he could hypnotize me.

I laughed in his face.

Amused inwardly by the boy's foolish claim, I walk over to check in with him. I'm sure he'll remember the security guard that almost kicked him out of the mall last weekend.

The kid is chatting with his friends, but they fall quiet when they notice me looming behind them. Like we'd discussed last week, I drop to my knees and kneel in front of the troublemaker. He explained that this is the best thing for me to do when I see him around, and I can't help but agree. I know the boy deserves my respect.

I plant a kiss on both of his sneakers, and then wait for him to speak first. It takes a minute because he and his friends are busy cracking up over some unspoken joke. Whatever it is, clearly went right over my head.

"How you doin', mall pig?" the boy laughs.

I smirk at the nickname he's given me. We've gotten in the habit of calling each other by these pseudonyms, and I don't mind it.

"Very good, sir," I answer, using the name I've come to associate him with, "How are you?"

"Fine, I guess," he shrugs, "I spent your cash on kicks for my crew."

That reminds me of last week again. The boy had made it seem like a good idea to give him all the money I had, which included the paycheck I'd earned for last pay period. On the ground, I had a close view of all the vibrant sneakers the teenagers were wearing. It was nice to know he'd put my gift to good use, even if my wife had been pissed that I'd come home without my month's salary.

"You have another check for me, fat ass?"

His friends laugh at his new nickname for me, but I shake my head and answer a solemn, "No, sir."

The teenager groans and leads his gang of friends away, already bored with me. It seems like he's just going to leave me there, kneeling in the middle of the mall, until he turns and beckons me to follow. Inwardly, I'm glad that he's not done with me yet. I've come to enjoy our interactions a lot.

I follow the boys, crawling behind them all the way into a bathroom.

"If you ain't got any cash to keep me and my crew entertained, then you're gonna have to do something to make us laugh," he explains.

"Of course, sir!" I smile, trying to express how willing I am to impress him and his friends.

"We'd find it hilarious if you dunked your head in each toilet," he adds blandly.

I light up. He's just explained how I can be of service and now all I have to do is follow through. I'm sure it'd be hilarious for them to watch a fully grown security guard giving himself a few swirlies. That's peak comedy!

"Watch this, sir!" I laugh, crawling over to the first toilet and shoving my face into the water without any hesitation.

I know the guy that's supposed to clean these bathrooms, and it's obvious he slacks off because there are skid marks all over. I try not to think about it as my cheeks and forehead brush against the bottom of the bowl. When I pull my face out of the flushing toilet, my ears pop and hear a roar of laughter behind me. The kids find it hilarious, which only fuels my desire to keep going.

With a gaping grin, I shuffle over to the next stall and repeat. There are six toilets in the men's restroom. Some are cleaner than others. The last one is a clogged mess, and the boys find it hilarious when I come up with toilet paper plastered to my face. I laugh through it all, even if the urge to puke is growing.

By the time I'm done, I'm soaked in toilet water, and the teenagers are in tears.

"Alright, toilet guy. That was disgusting," the leader of the pack chuckles, grimacing in my direction, "You have a car or something?"

"Yes, sir. I've got a minivan in the parking lot."

"A minivan?" he seems disappointed, "Hand over the keys anyway. We wanna drive around."

"You got it, sir," I say, fishing the fob out of my damp pockets.

He swipes the keys out of my hand eagerly and turns to leave the bathroom. I start to follow the boys out, but he stops me.

"Why don't you stay in here 'till you dry off," he snorts, "You can spend that time in the corner, thinking about what you can do for me next time I'm at the mall."

"Yes, sir," answer, and the boys leave.

Briefly, the thought of getting back to work crosses my mind. I really should be out there keeping an eye on the vendors and their merchandise, but that goes away. Like suggested, I stare at the dirty tile wall and begin to brainstorm what I can do for the boy the next time I see him.

My walkie goes off now and then with the voice of my coworker wondering where I am, but I ignore it.

After an hour or so, I've dripped mostly dry, but a strong stink still lingers around my head. Still, I've come up with a few different things I could have ready next week. It'll take some overtime to make extra cash for the boy. My wife won't be happy about that, but it'll give me a chance to actually have cash ready for him when he asks for it.

The only other thing I have to offer is the perks of my job. Maybe his friends and him would like a tour of the security office? I'd give them free reign of everything in the confiscated bin.

Speaking of my job, I should probably get back. My partner is probably angry at me for not answering the radio. He'll be happy when I tell him I'll take the late shift for the next few days. Hopefully he won't say anything about the smell. God, it's awful!

Just another day working as a mall cop!

[darthannie]

day fourteen: spanking with thomas shelby

pairing: Thomas Shelby x f!reader word count: 699 warnings: spanking, Tommy’s condescending a/n: I need Tommy so badly it's not fair. kinktober masterlist

You didn’t know talking to another man would piss off Thomas Shelby so much, yet you ended up getting the scolding of a lifetime in his office. You didn't think anything of it. A man offered you a drink, and you took it. You drank, talked, and laughed as if you've known each other for ages. The man, whose name you did not know, put his hand on your waist and asked you to dance. You nodded and grabbed his hand. 

Tommy had watched from across the room. He had never said anything to you, but ever since you started working for Shelby Company Limited he had taken a liking to you. He always made sure you were the most taken care of. Any request you made was approved as quickly as possible. Tommy made sure you felt right at home in his company. 

Watching you dance with that man brought forth feelings that Tommy was trying to avoid. He watched as the man's hand gripped yours, and how his other fell on your waist. He paid close attention to how your body got closer to his. It made him sick.

He started towards you and interrupted the dance, “Excuse me, can I cut in?” Tommy’s gaze was sharp. 

“Of course!” said the man. He knew better than to start trouble with Thomas Shelby. 

Tommy took his place and leaned in to whisper into your ear. “In five minutes, meet me in my office. We have something to discuss.”

You nodded and he pulled away as the song ended. He excused himself and went off. When five minutes went by, you excused yourself from the group of ladies you were talking to. Right as you walked into the office he said “Lock the door.”

“What?”, you asked.

“Just, lock the door,” he repeated. 

You did as he said and sighed, turning back to him. “Right, what is it?”

“I thought I told you not to associate with any men at the party.”

“Mr. Shelby, I didn’t know it was any of your business who I do and do not spend my time with.”

“You don’t know what kind of men they are.”

“What about the kind of man that you are? ” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I beg your pardon?”

“I know the kind of man you are Mr. Thomas Shelby.” You stared him down.

“And what kind of man is that?” He sauntered over to you, getting close to your face. The air was tense. You didn’t dare respond.  

He scoffed and cocked his head, “That’s enough. Over the desk.” He gestured over at the wooden fixture. When you didn’t budge he grabbed you by the arm, bent you over the desk, and lifted up your dress. He pulled down your undergarments and you felt the cool air on your skin. 

“You know the kind of man I am, eh? So this won’t come as a surprise at all, now would it?”

You felt his hand slide across your ass, his palm laying flat. There was a brief moment of confusion when you didn’t feel his hand on you. You came into understanding when his hand came down, spanking you hard. Your jaw fell and you looked back at him. He made eye contact with you and spanked you again. “Now, you’re going to count for every strike.” You bit your lip and nodded. You hoped your arousal wasn’t obvious. Having your boss bend you over in this home office fulfilled a fantasy you had always had.

You counted up to 7 and your left leg kicked up. Tommy had a sick smile on his face. “Now say ‘I’m sorry Mr. Shelby.’”

You repeated, “I’m sorry, Mr. Shelby.” He hit you again.

“Now say, ‘I’m sorry for letting another man touch me.’”  

He spanked you and you repeated after him, pressing your legs together. “I’m sorry for letting another man touch me.”

“Very good, love. Looks like you can follow orders.”

“Mr. Shelby, I-“ He shut you up with another hard smack. 

You shouted louder, “Mr. Shelby, are you almost done? I’m starting to get… rather impatient.”

He grabbed your delicate skin, “Sweetheart, we are just getting started. 

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[ncwhereman]

spanish holiday: a collection

Let me ask you about something else that was in the Hunter Davies book. At one point you and Brian went off to Spain. Yes. Did you… you must have... We didn’t have an affair. You never had an affair with Brian? No, not an affair. Yoko: [laughs] What were the pressures from Brian? Cyn was having a baby and the holiday was planned, but I wasn’t going to break the holiday for a baby and that’s what a bastard I was. And I just went on holiday. I watched Brian picking up the boys. I like playing a bit faggy, all that. Yoko: [laughs] It was enjoyable, but there were big rumours in Liverpool, it was terrible. Very embarrassing. Rumors about you and Brian? Oh, fuck knows—yes, yes. I was pretty close to Brian because if somebody's going to manage me, I want to know them inside out. And there was a period when he told me he was a fag and all that. I introduced him to pills, which gives me a guilt association for his death. I mean they go that way anyway. And to make him talk—to find out what he’s like. And I remember him saying, “Don’t ever throw it back in me face, that I’m a fag.” Which | didn’t. But his mother’s still hiding that. But what I hate is the way they’re all attacking Allen. And Brian was a nice guy, but he knew what he was doing, he robbed us. He fucking took all the money and looked after himself and his family, and all that. And it’s just a myth. I hate the way that Allen is attacked and Brian is made like an angel, just cause he’s dead. He wasn't, he was just a guy. Allen will go berserk when he hears all this.

John Lennon, Jann S. Wenner, Lennon Remembers, 1970

Bob had insinuated that me and Brian had had an affair in Spain. And I must have been frightened of the fag in me to get so angry.

John Lennon, 1972, Peter McCabe and Robert D Schonfeld, John Lennon—For The Record, 1984

Brian was in love with me. It's irrelevant. I mean, it's interesting and it will make a nice Hollywood Babylon someday about Brian Epstein’s sex life, but it's irrelevant, absolutely irrelevant.

John Lennon, Playboy, 1980

I was on holiday with Brian Epstein in Spain, where the rumours went around that he and I were having a love affair. Well, it was almost a love affair, but not quite. It was never consummated. But it was a pretty intense relationship. It was my first experience with a homosexual that I was conscious was homosexual. He had admitted it to me. We had this holiday together because Cyn was pregnant, and I went to Spain and there were lots of funny stories. We used to sit in a cafe in Torremolinos looking at all the boys and I’d say, ‘Do you like that one, do you like this one?’ I was rather enjoying the experience, thinking like a writer all the time: I am experiencing this, you know. And while he was out on the tiles one night, or lying asleep with a hangover one afternoon, I remember playing him the song Bad To Me. That was a commissioned song, done for Billy J Kramer, who was another of Brian’s singers.

John Lennon, Rolling Stone, 1980

Very quickly John became jumpy and on edge. He was beginning to feel trapped and it was time for him to escape but before he left he told me that Brian had asked him to go on holiday to Spain with him and he wanted to know if I objected. I must admit the request hit me like a bolt out of the blue and I really didn’t take it in properly at first but when it sank in I suppressed my true feelings and acquiesced. I was well aware that John deserved a holiday. He had just completed a tour and recording sessions. In actual fact he had never really had a holiday as such. They had all been working very hard and under great pressure since the success of Please Please Me, so I concealed my hurt and envy and gave him my blessings. He was delighted and left me a happy man. I on the other hand was left holding the baby, and what a baby. As soon as John returned from his break in Spain, fully relaxed and raring to get going again, we went together to register our son’s birth.

Cynthia Lennon, A Twist Of Lennon, 1978

Some accounts of that time claim that Brian was in love with John, which was why he wanted to manage the Beatles. I don't believe this for a second. They had a good relationship, but Brian cared for all the boys and he wanted success for the group because he thought they had something unique. Claims have been made since that Brian and John had a gay relationship. Nothing could be further from the truth. John was a hundred per cent heterosexual and, like most lads at that time, horrified by the idea of homosexuality. The bond between John and Brian was one of mutual respect and friendship. They liked and admired each other. Brian could see John's intelligence and distinctive talent. John appreciated Brian's business ability and his ambition for the group. They talked for hours and planned the group's future together. They both wanted the Beatles to be the biggest thing since Elvis, and were hell bent on making it happen.

When Julian was three weeks old, Brian invited John to go to Spain with him. John asked if I'd mind and I said, truthfully, that I wouldn't. I was preoccupied with Julian and nowhere near ready to travel, but I knew how much John needed a break where he wouldn't be recognised and could really relax. I gave them my blessing and they went off together for twelve days. It was a holiday John came to regret because it sparked off a string of rumours about his relationship with Brian. He had to put up with sly digs, winks and innuendo that he was secretly gay. It infuriated him: all he'd wanted was a break with a friend, but it was turned into so much more.

Cynthia Lennon, John, 2005

Brian and John spent so much time together, scheming and dreaming about the Beatles' future, that they seemed almost inseparable. In April 1963, John went so far as to accompany Brian on a holiday in Spain, leaving Cyn behind with their newborn son. In the absence of this decidedly odd couple, tongues began wagging all over town. I visited John at Aunt Mimi's a few days after his return to England. And when he started in about how much he had enjoyed Spain, I could hardly resist taking the piss out of him. "So you had a good time with Brian, then?" I smirked. Nudge nudge, wink wink. I was somewhat taken aback when John didn't so much as crack a smile. "Oh, fuckin' hell," he groaned. "Not you as well, Pete!" "What do you mean, not me as well?" "They're all fucking going on about it." "It's O.K., John. Don't take it so serious. I'm just joking, for Christ's sake." "Actually Pete," he said softly, "Something did happen with him one night." Now that wiped the grin right off my face. Had I even dreamed there might be any truth what soever to the rumors, I would never have made light of the subject in the first place. Still— as John surely knew— I would have stood by him, and let the rest of the world handle the business of passing moral judgment, even if he had just told me he'd committed murder. And John would surely have done the same for me. Which, after all, is what true friendship is all about. "What happened," John explained, "is that Eppy just kept on and on at me. Until one night I finally just pulled me trousers down and said to him: 'Oh, for Christ's sake, Brian, just stick it up me fucking arse then.' "And he said to me, 'Actually, John, I don't do that kind of thing. That's not what I like to do.' "'Well,' I said, 'what is it you want to do, then?' "And he said, 'I'd really just like to touch you, John.' "And so I let him toss me off." And that was that. End of story. "That's all, John?" I said. "Well, so what? What's the big fucking deal, then?" "Yeah, so fucking what! The poor bastard. He's having a fucking hard enough time anyway." This was in reference to the "butch" dockers who, on several recent occasions, had rewarded Brian's advances by beating him to a bloody pulp. "So what harm did it do, then, Pete, for fuck's sake?" John asked rhetorically. "No harm at all. The poor fucking bastard, he can't help the way he is." "No need to get so worked up," I said. "You know I don't give a shit. What's a fucking wank between friends anyway?" We then moved on to other topics, and neither of us ever mentioned the incident again. (And as far as I was concerned, the real revelation that night was not that John had "had it off" with Brian, but that he had demonstrated— albeit in his own brusque way—such genuine compassion for that most hopelessly besotted of all his many admirers.) Unfortunately, certain Liverpool acquaintances (who had no way of knowing that there was a kernel of truth to their allegations) wouldn't let John hear the end of it. All in good fun, no doubt, but John was still too enamored of his macho self-image to take lightly any inference that he was anything less than 100 percent heterosexual.

Pete Shotton, Nicholas Schaffner, John Lennon: In My Life, 1983

John told me he had had a one-night stand with Brian, on a holiday with him in Spain, when Brian had invited him out, a few days after the birth of Julian in 1963, leaving Cyn alone. I mentioned this brief holiday in the book, but not what John had alleged had taken place. Partly, I didn't really believe it, though John was daft enough to try almost anything once. John was certainly not homosexual, and this boast, or lie, would have given the wrong impression. It was also not fair on Cynthia, his then wife.

Hunter Davies, The Beatles: The Authorised Biography (updated edition, 2010)

Almost three weeks after the birth of his son—whom he had seen only a couple of times by then—he agreed to go to Spain with Brian on a private holiday, while the other three Beatles flew to the Canaries for their spring break. I don’t think John told Cynthia what he was doing—he rarely told her anything—and he certainly wouldn’t have asked her permission. When she found out, she dissolved in tears, but she was scared of John and said nothing. To say we were astonished is an understatement. Much has been made of this trip. It was sun, sand and sea—but was it also sex? John himself said he finally allowed Brian to make love to him “to get it out of the way.” Those who knew John well, who had known him for years, don’t believe it for a moment. John was aggressively heterosexual and had never given a hint that he was anything but. If it had been George, we might have believed it. George could act camp and had many homosexual friends, but John loved to say things to shock, and his sly statement was probably just another in a long line of such provocative statements. In fact, it was more in character for John to taunt Brian with promises during those long hot nights in Barcelona than to succumb. Equally, it was in Brian’s masochistic nature to enjoy being tormented, then perhaps to rush off in search of a young bullfighter. Brian adored bullfighters so much, he ended up sponsoring one. (And I think Brian would have confided in somebody if it had happened.)

Tony Bramwell, Magical Mystery Tours: My Life With The Beatles, 2014

First, he wanted to make Brian the baby’s godfather. Second, he was leaving on holiday as soon as this tour was over. He was going away with Brian—just the two of them. The other Beatles were going to the Canary Islands. This meant John wouldn’t see Cynthia for several weeks, long after she had returned home from the hospital. Cynthia lay back in the hospital bed, her head spinning. How could John go off and leave her and Julian like that, she demanded, and with Brian Epstein no less? John flared up at her. “Being selfish again, aren’t you?” he said. “I’ve been workin’ my bloody ass off on one-night stands for months now. Those people starin’ from the other side of the glass are bloody everywhere, hauntin’ me. I deserve a vacation. And anyway, Brian wants me to go, and I owe it to the poor guy. Who else does he have to go away with?” Brian and John went to Barcelona at the end of April 1963. It was a city that Brian had explored on his 1959 solo trip to Spain. He had since become a great fan of the bullfights and considered himself something of an aficionado. He took great pleasure in introducing John to the pageantry and excitement. They spent the days shopping and taking side trips. At night they toured the nightclubs. Later in the week they rented a car and drove down the coast to the glistening white town of Sitges on the Costa Brava. Each night they would sit in the candlelit cafés and watch the couples stroll by in the moonlight. Over many bottles of wine they talked candidly about Brian’s personal life. It was a great relief for Brian to finally be able to talk honestly with John. He told John that for a man who valued honesty as dearly as he did, it was a terrible burden for him to live his life a lie. “If you had a choice, Eppy,” John said, “if you could press a button and be hetero, would you do it?” Brian thought for a moment. “Strangely, no,” he said. A little later a peculiar game developed. John would point out some passing man to Brian, and Brian would explain to him what it was about the fellow that he found attractive or unattractive. “I was rather enjoying the experience,” John said, “thinking like a writer all the time: I am experiencing this.” And still later, back in their hotel suite, drunk and sleepy from the sweet Spanish wine, Brian and John undressed in silence. “It’s okay, Eppy,” John said, and lay down on his bed. Brian would have liked to have hugged him, but he was afraid. Instead, John lay there, tentative and still, and Brian fulfilled the fantasies he was so sure would bring him contentment, only to awake the next morning as hollow as before.

Peter Brown, The Love You Make, 1983 can't wait for the full fic on ao3 peter!

One story the Press certainly didn’t get at the time was that in April, in the middle of the euphoria that followed all the early success and acclaim, Brian and John went off to Spain for a holiday. So much invention and rubbish has been made of this trip by so many people since, that the truth deserves at least a brief mention. The most sensational version, of course, is that the holiday was a chance for Brian to consummate his overwhelming passion for John, which inspired him to sign the group in the first place. I’m afraid it wasn’t like that. John roared with laughter at the rumours that began afterwards. Typically, he encouraged the stories that he and Brian were gay lovers because he thought it was funny and John was one of the world’s great wind-up merchants. He told me afterwards in one of our frankest heart-to-hearts that Brian never seriously did proposition him. He had teased Brian about the young men he kept gazing at and the odd ones who had found their way to his room. Brian had joked to John about the women who hurled themselves at him. ‘If he’d asked me, I probably would have done anything he wanted. I was so much in awe of Brian then I’d have tried a night of vice-versa. But he never wanted me like that. Sure, I took the mickey a bit and pretended to lead him on. But we both knew we were joking. He wanted a pal he could have a laugh with and someone he could teach about life. I thought his bum boys were creeps and Brian knew that. Even completely out of my head, I couldn’t shag a bloke. And I certainly couldn’t lie there and let one shag me. Even a nice guy like Brian. To be honest, the thought of it turns me over.’ All the same, John was very selfish to have gone off on holiday with Brian then because it was just after Cynthia had given birth to his son Julian. John’s whole romance and marriage to Cynthia was kept a secret at the time because Brian feared the effect of publicity about one of the Beatles having a wife, let alone a family.

Alistair Taylor, With The Beatles, 2003

While Brian thought a Beatle’s image could be affected by marriage and fatherhood, his next move proved wildly indiscreet and potentially dangerous. On April 8, 1963, Cynthia gave birth to Julian, and Brian was named his godfather. Shortly afterward, Brian invited John to join him alone on a holiday in Spain. Lennon had been working hard, writing songs and touring Britain. He needed a rest, and Cynthia relished some time alone to adapt to life with a baby. John accepted and flew to Barcelona on April 28 for the twelve-day break. John made it clear to everyone that he was a woman-chaser, a hundred percent heterosexual. But it was inept of Epstein to risk the whispering that was bound to ensue from such an expedition by a manager and a solitary Beatle. It was one of the few times when Brian’s perception of public opinion faltered, for the Spanish trip fueled rumors in Liverpool of an Epstein-Lennon relationship. Paul McCartney’s theory is that “John, not being stupid, saw his opportunity to impress upon Mr. Epstein who was the boss of this group … he wanted Brian to know who he should listen to.” Lennon knew that Brian held him in awe, regarding him as a genius. On their return to Liverpool, Brian and John decided to deal with the gossip decisively. At McCartney’s twenty-first birthday party on June 18, Bob Wooler and Lennon were seen chatting together and within minutes the Beatle had pummeled the Cavern compere to the ground. “He called me a bloody queer, so I bashed his ribs in,” John later told Cynthia. Epstein, no less angry but sensing the need for repairing all wounds, physical and oral, drove Wooler to hospital for treatment of torn knuckles and for shock. Next, Epstein moved swiftly to prevent the friction from escalating. Through his solicitor friend Rex Makin he paid Wooler £200 in damages and insisted that Lennon sent him a telegram of apology. The rumors were quelled. But nothing could prevent the attack on Wooler from reaching the Daily Mirror, whose pop reporter Don Short, in a first recognition of the group’s burgeoning importance, published a back-page story headlined: “Beatle in Brawl Says: Sorry I Socked You.” Since the deaths of Epstein and Lennon, many with no access to, or observation of, both men in their lifetime have peddled the assumption that Brian and John had a sexual liaison. This is despite the lack of any evidence, despite firm declarations of John’s heterosexuality from Cynthia and many other women, and despite the statement by McCartney that he “slept in a million hotel rooms, as we all did, with John and there was never any hint that he was gay.” Brian possibly had a homosexual fascination for Lennon but it could never be reciprocated. And since Epstein was not a predator, that eliminated the likelihood of such a link. More than anyone, Epstein saw the Beatles as an indivisible unit. He would never have risked so profoundly changing his relationship with them, individually or collectively. Nothing mattered more to Brian, after his devotion to his family, than the entity of the Beatles.

Ray Coleman, The Man Who Made The Beatles, 1989

Years later, John finally came clean about what had happened: not to anyone who’d been around at the time, but to the unshockable woman with whom he shared the last decade of his life. He said that one night during the trip, Brian had cast aside shyness and scruples and finally come on to him, but that he’d replied, “If you feel like that, go out and find a hustler.” Afterward, he had deliberately fed Pete Shotton the myth of his brief surrender, so that everyone would believe his power over Brian to be absolute.

Norman Philip, John Lennon: The Life, 2008

I don’t actually know the truth of the John rumour. I suspected that the John trip to Barcelona was a power play on John’s part because John was a very political animal. I think John went away on that Spanish holiday because nobody went on holiday. I would have gone, anyone would have gone. A free holiday? You’re kidding. I’m there. Number two, I’m sure John took Brian aside and said, ‘Hey, you want to deal with this group, I’m the guy you deal with, OK.’ John was that kind of guy. He was a very sensible, very pragmatic guy. So I’m sure that was the main reason John went there. As to whether there was any sort of gay dalliance or whatever, I don’t know. All I can ever say about it is that I slept with John a lot because you had to, you didn’t have more than one bed – and to my knowledge John was never gay.

Paul McCartney, Debbie Geller, In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story, 2000

Brian Epstein was going on holiday to Spain at the same time and he invited John along. John was a smart cookie. Brian was gay, and John saw his opportunity to impress upon Mr Epstein who was the boss of this group. | think that's why he went on holiday with Brian. And good luck to him, too — he was that kind of guy; he wanted Brian to know whom he should listen to. That was the relationship. John was very much the leader in that way, although it was never actually said. So there was the homosexual thing — I'm not sure John did anything but we certainly gave him a lot of grief when he got back.

Paul McCartney, The Beatles Anthology, 2000

My sense of the trip to Barcelona is that it was an intriguing situation because John left his wife to go on this holiday, who was still in hospital having given birth to her first child. So it was an extraordinary thing, but John wanted to go on holiday with Brian and there was a great bond between them. John knew that Brian was going and he also knew that Brian was very attracted to him and I think this intrigued John. My understanding only comes from Brian. I never discussed this with John but I heard that there were lots of discussions about the business of homosexuality and Brian’s homosexuality. But I think it’s wrong to discuss something which is really rather significant when I only know one side of the picture.

Peter Brown, Debbie Geller, In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story, 2000

It had nothing to do with advancement of career. John knew that he already had Brian as an ally; he knew that Brian liked him, was attracted to him and stimulated by his intellect. Anyway, I don’t believe John was that manipulative. And the idea of going along with it, and trying to take advantage of it, just wouldn’t have been Brian’s way.

Peter Brown, Norman Philip, John Lennon: The Life, 2008

It was during the same discussion that he told me that he and John Lennon had been lovers. Now that’s too much for me to take on. We’d never talked about his personal life before, so I left the room.

Lonnie Trimble, Debbie Geller, In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story, 2000

[shannankle]

DFF, Found Footage, Technology, and the Real

Okay so I've been slowly looking into horror and technology since watching Shadow, and now DFF has me going down a related research spiral. So let's call this a sibling post to my Shadow technology series (which I am slowly working on I promise).

I just thumbed through a great book on found footage horror and a few other pieces on technology and wanted to use these as a lens to think about DFF and how it's navigating a number of themes including the distinction between reality and fiction.

DFF draws on the concept of found footage films like The Blair Witch Project. Even if DFF's main framing and style isn't found footage, the film the characters are working on is. And we get our most direct reference to a horror film when Jin references The Blair Witch Project--an iconic found footage film. So I want to start by thinking about the Blair Witch Project.

Part 1: The Blair Witch Project and DFF

Part 2: Paranormal Activity, DFF, and the Myth of the Real

Part 3: Films within Films, Surveillance Technology, and Other Connections (Man Bites Dog, Cabin in the Woods, Shutter)

Part 1: The Blair Witch Project and DFF

While found footage horror doesn't purely originate with the Blair Witch Project it certainly rocketed the concept into the popular zeitgeist. I watched the film for the first time this week, and while it didn't scare me*, I could easily see how influential it would've been at the time. The media landscape looked very different in the late 90s, and the film's marketing deliberately played up the idea that this was real footage in a way that simply couldn't be done today with our current media landscape and familiarity with the found footage genre. We're now much more familiar with fakelore as a concept in general.

*The scariest part of watching was the censored subtitles! Stop that please! They seriously were replacing things like "Oh, fuck" with "Oh, boy." I also got a car add about going out to enjoy national parks, and how they can be accessible to Deaf people, which was an interesting moment of double irony.

In her book Found Footage Horror Films: Fear and the Appearance of Reality, which I will be citing quite a bit in this post, Alexandra Heller-Nicholas notes that the Blair Witch Project came out at a time when amateur films were still relegated to home videos but entering public viewing through shows like America's Funniest Home Videos. The style was thus associated much more closely with trying to capture reality than tell a fictional story. The marketing played into this heavily--for example: using the actors' names for the characters, circulating missing persons flyers in areas where the film was being shown, and creating a website that gave background on the Blair Witch myth and information on the "missing" trio of amateur filmmakers. I chatted a bit with @slayerkitty who saw it in theaters. She explained how part of what made the film scary at the time was how real so many people thought it was and the tension of being in the audience.

TBWP and DFF Similarities

Let's start by going over some of the ways DFF might be directly pulling from the film or making homages before jumping into what I think are probably the more significant thematic connections with found footage.

Myths and an Ambiguous Antagonist:

The Blair Witch Project is set against the backdrop of a local myth about a witch in the woods. Three young adults (Heather, Josh, and Mike) go to make an amateur documentary about the witch, get lost in the woods, and are then hunted by an unseen presence. We get information about the myth through interviews with locals and a book Heather reads aloud briefly called The Blair Witch Cult. We learn about the slaughter of 5 men (which is described almost like a ritual), disappearances and deaths, and a man who was compelled by the witch to slaughter children. Similarly in DFF we have our Janta cult, which slaughters people in the name of a supernatural or spiritual force. Now I'd say this could be a nod to TBWP but it also draws on plenty of other ghosts stories and urban legends about the woods. I'm sure there are also particularly Thai valences as well beyond just being Buddhist on the surface.

Like the trio in The Blair Witch Project, the group in DFF goes into the woods to film--though they aren't traipsing through the woods, and the horror they're filming is a story of their own creation. In the present, however, the horror becomes much more than fiction, just like in TBWP. In the film, we see and hear signs that something or someone is following the trio but it's ultimately unclear if it's supernatural, locals scaring them, or them slowly cracking and turning on one another. In DFF's opening episodes it's likewise unclear if what's happening is being caused by a person, hallucinogens, or something supernatural.

Maps and Marketing:

TBWP also shows the characters turning on one another, arguing, and cracking in a way that fundamentally sabotages their survival. At one point, Mike reveals that he threw their map, their only lifeline, into the river. This is paralleled in Fluke turning away their transport and means of leaving. The map is an important focus in the film. We see Heather orienting the group and insisting she knows where they're at, while Mike insists they're lost. This culminates in them losing the map as things start getting worse. DFF slips in what I read as a potentially more direct reference to the film in episode 8. An odd new detail in the group's film where they rely on the hope of a map to get out before they're attacked by the masked killer again.

Another potential similarity to draw on has more to do with the outside marketing of TBWP. Interestingly it was marketed to appear like an indie film despite having pretty extensive funding. This makes me think of the group's film in DFF. This is meant to be a student film but they received a huge boost via Por's dad giving them extra money for a camera.

Smoking and Being Alive:

One other parallel I find interesting is the emphasis on smoking. To be fair TBWP is probably not the first or last horror film to have people smoke (the pot head is a character trope of it's own), and I was likely primed to notice because we already had "Tan smokes and has asthma" on our list of clues for DFF. Now clearly the writers of DFF are smart and are using Tan/New smoking in plot relevant ways. These details feel purposeful to the story they're crafting. But let's briefly look at how smoking shows up in TBWP.

The characters all smoke and drink alcohol. As they get lost and the days tick away they run out of food and smokes. Josh has moments that could be attributed to withdrawal where he laments that they're out of cigarettes. However, after he disappears, Mike finds some remaining cigarettes at the bottom of one of their bags. Mike comments "We're still alive cause we're smoking." For him, it signals even if briefly that they are still alive, that they're surviving.

But in DFF, smoke seems to be attached to death and dissociation. We know that New is a smoker, something he perhaps picked up in England. It starts then as a sign that he has a life, one outside of being Tan. Yet it's that very life, being abroad, that led him to be so far from Non when he disappeared. For New, his life is now tinged with guilt and loss. As @syrena-del-mar noted here, there are moments where he forgets he is supposed to be New. But the smoking becomes his one reminder that "New" is still alive.

Yet this reminder turns more and more painful. Under the exterior of Tan, he is haunted by New, the brother who didn't make it in time. And this spirals further when his mother and father die. Each time he's a step closer but still too distant to stop their deaths. At this point, he starts getting high to a dangerous degree--dissociating, hallucinating, torturing himself with visions of Non. When Phi steps in we have a parallel moment to Phi stopping Non from taking pills. Smoking turns from a sign of life to one of death as New tries to commit suicide, telling Phi "I don't want to live anymore." And New takes this further when he drugs the rest of the boys. Perhaps he didn't intend it to go so far, but he certainly is happy with the result. His drugs, his smoke have caused fear and death, rather than hope and life.

Except for the map I feel like most of these parallels can as easily be chocked up to direct inspiration as they can be attributed to both pulling on a similar well of genre conventions. What I find more interesting is the thematic conversation TBWP brings to the table for DFF.

TBWP and Thematic Resonances with DFF

Filtered Reality:

In her work on horror, Brigid Cherry remarks that The Blair Witch Project is "about the way in which technology gets in the way of seeing" (qtd in Heller-Nicholas 23). Heller-Nicholas further notes how the camera is constantly in contention with the audience's desire to look at what we want to see. In the film itself, one of the characters even remarks that looking at the world through the camera is "like a filtered reality" because you "can pretend everything isn't exactly like it is."

This looking but not seeing resonates to me with Jin. He looks at Non through the camera, seeing him as innocent, in need of protecting. But there's so much he doesn't see about Non, including the reality of poverty. Jin's perfect view of Non breaks at the moment he sees Non with Keng. But as Jin's filtered vision of Non cracks, he adds a new filter. He frames Non as a slut, someone guilty in his mind, at least in the he heat of the moment. So he records him. In doing so, he papers over the nuances of the situation, that it is SA and that there is so much of Non's life that is outside of Jin's lens.

After Non's disappearance Jin doesn't stop using his camera lens to view the world. In episode 9, he watches the others play soccer and then Phi through his camera. He is pretending nothing happened just like the rest of the group, but for him to do that he has to filter his reality. And just like with Non, Jin isn't able to see the full story around Phi from this small frame of a perspective.

I also think it's worth noting how the show, especially in the flashbacks tends to use strong framing (I note some of this in episode 5 but it persists strongly at least up until episode 9). While they aren't using a found footage style, there's still a sense at times that the camera is limiting our view as it closes in around the characters. It's as if the camera frame becomes hyper-visible, similar but not exactly like in found footage. I'm not entirely sure how to read this just yet, but it feels appropriate for both a mystery and for a story so deeply invested in perceptions. There's a strong focus on what is made visible and what is rendered invisible by the characters, by the story structure, and by the frame of the camera itself.

Gender, Space, Control:

In her discussion of TBWP, Heller-Nicholas discusses the gendered dynamics of the film and how scholars have read the film as invested in the horror of female control. This is captured in two ways. First in the way the woods as a space become imbued with the horror of the Blair Witch (pulling on a tradition of witches being women), and thus the feminine. Second, in the way that Heather, who is the director of their film, leads the group to folly. Scholar Linda C. Badley, has argued that "Heather represents a serious breach in having taken possession of the conventionally male--and often murderous--gaze" (qtd. in Heller-Nicholas 108). Heather thus enters the domain of the typically masculine and the results are disastrous.

I find it interesting to compare DFF with TBWP in this respect because they've taken a genre that often is infused with binary gender dynamics and given us all men, and predominantly queer men. This is obviously a dynamic of BL, but it's interesting to consider how this plays with the themes of gender that often proliferate in horror. This is a much broader topic, and @brifrischu and I are currently reading through Carol Clover's seminal work Men, Women, and Chainsaws so I wager we'll have more to add to the discussion at some point.

But let's look at a few things. First, if the Blair Witch imbues the woods as a space of feminine horror, DFF paints the woods as masculine. After our cold open, we are introduced to the group as they ride into the forest via Por's narration about the legend of Janta. The subtitles at the very least, refer to Janta using masculine pronouns. I don't want to assume that Thai gender coding and dynamics are identical to western ones but we might consider the way that the group of boys, packed into the back of a truck paint this as a masculine, homosocial space.

This is reinforced by the mention of Por's father. Por says "My dad warned me that, so I had to listen to him." This masculine authority is doubly highlighted by the campaign posters that literally mark his control of the space. To go any further the group must pass through these signs as a threshold to the space. Here we have not just masculinity being signaled but wealth, power, and control--something that contrasts distinctly with Non, for example, who has none of this. And of course, as we move through the story much of the horror comes from the actions of the core group of boys rather than the masked person we started with.

I find it interesting too that as Por tells the tale, it's White who comments "You almost had me scared." They then have a discussion about Tee liking to teaser "the younger ones." This focus on White as the most vulnerable is interesting given that he reads as perhaps the least traditionally masculine of the group*.

*Another reason why I'm excited to read Clover's work, is because she came up with the final girl formula in her discussion of gender in horror. I'd love to think about how we apply that in a queer context, especially given how so many of us have collectively felt White will be final girl. What might DFF be doing re: gender within the context of queerness, and what might it be asking of us as an audience?

The second aspect of this is the directorial gaze. In TBWP we have a woman taking on the control of a film project. This is important not just because Heather takes on a typically male profession but also because of the way films are imbued with what Laura Mulvey has termed "the male gaze." The view from which we see the world and the terms on which stories are told are traditionally male, while women are objects to be looked at--something Heather bucks and is punished for.

In DFF we have a similar struggle over authorship and directorial control. Instead of a strict division between feminine and masculine gazes, we get a struggle that is imbued with distinctions of class first and foremost. Por stands in as the more traditionally masculine director. We see the violence he does in trying to maintain control of the project. Of course he mostly does this through exerting his wealth. In contrast, Non doesn't fit the more aggressive masculine role, he comes from poverty, has mental illness, and is generally at the bottom of the social pyramid. His authorship comes into tension with Por's desires for directorial and social control.

There's a strong thematic exploration here of not just who gets to tell the story, but who's story gets to be told. In the end, the camera is Por's, his wealth and framing win out, and Non's authorship is buried. Much like the male gaze relegates women to objects rather than directors or authors, the only film that Non gets credit for is the sex tape in which he becomes objectified by the camera.

Of course we then have the fact that, in the present, Non's revenge script is being played out. There's a new director here, and clearly it's not entirely Phi (who tries his hand at directing in episode 1). Regardless of who is orchestrating these moves, we have an inversion of power happening. While we can't say for sure until the show has wrapped up, I suspect that DFF will lean into this inversion, rather than, like in TBWP, punishing this transgression of the norm.

That's all for now on TBWP, but certainly not all on DFF. I'm going to turn now to another important found footage film, Paranormal Activity, to unpack a bit more about DFF and it's themes.

Part 2: Paranormal Activity, DFF, and the Myth of the Real

In her work Heller-Nicholas notes how, after Paranormal Activity hit the screen, our view of found footage as a genre shifted. It was no longer seen as necessarily authentic per-se but a stylistic form. Heller-Nicholas puts it like this:

As these more popular found footage horror films made their way to the forefront of the genre, what became important was not that the audience necessarily believed that they were real, but rather that they offered a framework to knowingly indulge in a horror fantasy of the real. The solidification of a recognizable found footage horror style meant that horror audiences understood and identified them as such, defining a subgenre where an authentic style (rather than claims of authenticity itself) prevailed (Heller-Nichols, 128)

I won't go into smaller parallels between the film and DFF (partially because I haven't seen it, so if you have please add anything you notice), but I want to cover a few thematic resonances.

Heller-Nichols sketches out a few ways that critics have interpreted the film. First, as an allegory for materialism in the context of the US housing market crash of the time. Second, as a reflection on surveillance and the way changes in technology changed our relationship to cinema.

The first theme, materialism and consumption play out in the film through both the financial disparities of the characters and the more metaphorical spiritual/demonic possession that takes place. Both DFF (at least episodes 1-4) and Paranormal Activity take place in a luxurious house and themes of greed and materialism are present. In DFF, Por takes this role, flaunting his wealth and using it to get what he wants. Of all the characters, he is the one most willing to steal credit from Non. In Paranormal Activity the wealthy boyfriend even brags about buying a nice camera on only half-a-day's pay. Similarly Por brags about getting the nice camera for their film with his father's money.

One thing that set Paranormal Activity apart from earlier found footage films like The Blair Witch Project, was it's use of security camera footage. It relied on a new type of gaze that made the private public in the context of shifting surveillance technologies. While DFF largely centers itself around a film camera, it also includes other forms of technology in the background, including surveillance cameras. The CCTV cameras in Por's house come to mind as a significant way this technology comes into play. On the one hand, it helps Por identify that there is an intruder, and it helps the group find him when he is hurt. On the other hand, it encroaches on the private, capturing White and Tee having sex. This private vs public line is of course horrifically crossed when Jin records Non and Keng and when this video is circulated--surveillance right in our hands via cell phone.

Heller-Nicholas notes that post-Blair Witch, and by the time Paranormal Activity was released, audiences were much more genre savvy. She notes that the genre's "pleasures are not reliant on our gullibility, but rather our willingness to succumb to the myth of the real that these films offer..." (26). Relevant to DFF, I want to stress the "willingness to succumb to the myth of the real." I discussed earlier how Jin doesn't see Non; instead, he is happy to succumb to a myth of what could be the real Non.

But it's not just Jin who does this. Almost everyone around Non believes they see him correctly--as "Greasy", as a bad son, as a cheater, etc. This takes on even more public dimensions as the police enter the picture, as the sex tape circulates, and as the police report that he has run away with Keng. What people see and believe about Non, the narratives they tell about him, help reinforce people's existing understandings of the world--their prejudices, their assumptions, their myths of how the real world works.

And of course, film is at the center of this. The police believe that Non wasn't with the group when he disappeared because any footage he was in was hidden from them. Non is erased from the film (both in the footage and in terms of credit). The entire film premier is one big moment where everyone in the group is playing into this myth. It is taken as fact that Por's name being in the credits means this is his work--that nothing or no one of note was hidden behind the frame.

In her work Heller-Nicholas points to discovered manuscript fiction (such as Dracula) as a precursor to found footage horror. This connection highlights the way these works rely on the fiction that someone has organized the documents apart from the original author. The fictional framing of found footage as pretending to have an original author or filmmaker other than the actual director, hides the fact that The Hidden Character has in many ways literally stolen credit from Non. The genre expectations obfuscate the real story.

And then there's the sex recording (the only film Non gets credit for). We see a number of reactions to the recording from people in Non's life as well as those outside of it. The social media posts in particular stress the way Non's vulnerability is quickly slotted into pre-held narratives of sex and sexuality that refuse to see the reality of SA.

Non's SA is taken as truthful evidence of his consent via social media, while the film the group made is found footage but not seen as real. I think this marks an interesting change in the aesthetics and narratives we find "real." Horror and found footage are legible, a chance to engage in "a fantasy of the real". Meanwhile, the real story behind the film is erased, just like Non. Sadly, the most legible narrative of a young queer boy is that the phone footage is slutty or even hot. No one questions the authenticity of the recording, it is viewed as real. Ironically, compared to the horror film the group shoots, the sex tape is the real found footage film. Yet the "reality" it shows is filtered through interpretation. Non's reality gets buried.

Meanwhile, as an audience, we have the opposite reaction. We are slowly given insight into the discrepancy between Non's reality and the myths people hold. We keep asking why other characters can't or won't see the truth, why they won't help Non until it's too late.

DFF may not be found footage itself, but it is certainly interested in exploring and extending the thematic conversations about authenticity, reality, and narrative.

Part 3: Films within Films, Surveillance Technology, and Other Connections

Despite the fact that DFF references and dialogues with the found footage horror genre, it formally has more in common with films that center around technology and films within films. So I wanted to cover three more films that I think dialogue in interesting ways.

Man Bites Dog:

I'll start with Man Bites Dog since I have the least to say about it. It is a 1992 French mockumentary and black comedy, that Heller-Nicholas notes is a pretty significant and well-acknowledged precursor to the found footage horror genre. I'm not sure I want to get to deep into themes with this one. But I thought the parallels were interesting. A film crew decides to make a documentary where they follow a serial killer named Ben around only to be pulled into the crimes and become culpable themselves. That is, until Ben is killed and the film crew are taken out one by one by an unknown killer. We have a film crew that slowly gets involved and more culpable in wrong doings, just like in DFF we have the group working on a film while slowly becoming more and more culpable in harming Non. Meanwhile in the present both "film crews" are suddenly being hunted and picked off by an unknown party.

Cabin in the Woods:

Cabin in the Woods is a 2011 film that satirizes horror. A group of college students go to a cabin in the woods and are slowly picked off. The twist is that this is all orchestrated by an organization that is simultaneously surveilling and orchestrating their deaths to appease ancient deities. Many of the shots are done through drone's and other similar visuals to highlight the way the group is being surveilled. In a chapter from a collection on horror and gender, Hannah Bonner looks at Cabin in the Woods and a few other films that include surveillance and social media. She discusses the way technology in these films revolve around slut shaming young women. As she puts it, "It is the 'fact of being constantly seen', whether by high key government surveillance systems or by judgemental peers, that throws these characters into disarray or death" (89).

For Cabin in the Woods one thing Bonner examines is the way the film frames the group's "slut" character Jules. Jules and one of the guys go outside to get intimate. And the film moves between this scene and the men surveilling them who watch eagerly. Bonner reads this as a commentary on the violent gaze with which horror frames women. She makes a distinction, noting that "The voyeur is no longer just the audience, squirming in their seats from Michael Meyers's point of view as he tracks down his naked sister and her boyfriend in Halloween...now the audience as voyeur watches the voyeurs watch the surveyed" (90).

DFF makes a similar move by staging multiple instances of filming (a film within a film, or in this case a film within a show). We get a moment in episode 1 where Tee steps forward to block the group watching the CCTV footage of him and White. But this denial is in contrast to other moments. The show draws us most into being voyeurs watching voyeurs, when Jin films Non. I think it's important to note that both the moment that Bonner discusses in her chapter and this moment in DFF are sexual. In CITW, Jules is literally labeled by her surveillers as "the slut", a role she must fulfill and be killed for to appease the gods. Her lack of agency is made quite apparent. In DFF, Non is also slotted into the role of the slut by those around him, including Jin when he films the moment out of anger. While the show is not as on the nose about the whole thing, it's still clearly establishing a discrepancy between how Non is viewed by those around him due to the tape and the lack of full agency he possesses.

Moreover, by making us viewers voyeurs of this voyeurism, DFF creates a critique rather than simply a simulation of voyeurism. I am considering how this might not just be a commentary on sex shaming, but sexuality within a space where BL has historically crossed the line at times in terms of depicting SA. Or even the way that BL actors in Thailand are often expected to blur the line between the private and the public through fan service. It's interesting because clearly the show also doesn't shy away from letting us be voyeurs to sex. The show perhaps draws a distinction between representing queer sex and SA. But it's fascinating how this is mediated through voyeurism and the camera's gaze.

Shutter:

I couldn't wrap this post up without talking a bit about Shutter. Shutter is a 2004 Thai horror film (and probably Thailand's most well known horror film globally). It was part of the horror boom of the late 90s and early aughts in Thailand and Asia. If you throw Thai horror and cameras my way, I will think of Shutter. I watched it as part of some research I've been slowly doing on late 90s/early 2000s Asian horror and technology (writing meta for Shadow the series). It's a story about haunting that takes inspiration from the idea of spirit photography.

The film follows a couple, Jane and Tun, both photographers, who start seeing shadows and faces in their photos. Jane discovers that the ghost is a girl named Natre who Tun used to date in secret. They proceed by trying to figure out how Natre died (suicide) and how to get her to move on. Meanwhile Tun's friends suddenly start killing themselves. Ultimately Jane learns that Tun's friends raped Natre, and Tun not only didn't stop them but even photographed the assault at his friends' request (so Natre wouldn't snitch). Jane confronts Tun who expresses his regret, that he "never forgave [himself]." In the climax of the film Tun uses a polaroid camera to try and find Natre's ghost in real time before being driven out the window. Natre let's him live, in a near catatonic state, unlike his other friends because his betrayal hurt the most.

We once again come back to themes of voyeurism, SA, peer pressure, and culpability. The film has strong focus on the effects and betrayal of being a bystander, much like DFF does. Again this parallel is made quite strongly with Jin. Non may not have had feelings for him, but he is the kindest of the group, making his betrayal hit strongly. Jin filming Non and Keng has it's own nuances within DFF, but it certainly parallels Tun photographing Natre's assault. Similar to Non, Natre disappears in the aftermath, while Tun and his friends go on with their lives.

On a smaller note, both Tun and Jin use polaroids in what is potentially a reference to the film.

As the truth is revealed, Tun goes from a protagonist to a villain, and Natre goes from the horror of the story to the victim. DFF seems equally interested in the idea of how truths get hidden and justice withheld. It also gives us an inversion of the source of horror. By the time we end episode 5, the group we've gotten to know over four episodes are clearly villains in our minds, their cruelty becomes the horror rather than the masked killer who we come to empathize with (or at least root for to some degree). Now how this fully plays out in the end might shift things. But currently (up through episode 9) this is a horror story locating horror in power and cruelty rather than simply reinforcing a more conservative world view of the non-normative monster.

Concluding Thoughts

Dead Friend Forever is mixing genres in a smart and deft way. It's clear that the writers and director are well versed in horror and are ready to play with genre conventions to deliver their ideas and themes. Some of the connections I'm making here might be happy coincidence where the works speak to each other mediated by my own perspectives and interpretation. But I also believe that the show is building on themes and traditions in horror and found footage horror specifically in smart ways. From the framing of shots, to the way they deftly speak to themes of (in)visibility, power, reality vs fiction, agency, and sexuality (among others).

Through all this, DFF has been incredibly genre savvy. While found footage plays on the idea of reality, DFF shakes that up by throwing a who-done-it mystery our way. Like in The Blair Witch Project, for much of the show, we don't know what's real or what's in the characters' heads. DFF, however, picks up where TBWP stops. At the end of TBWP, the characters are likely killed off camera, the source of the horror still left up in the air. DFF gives us this ambiguity, but then pivots and makes the show a mystery to solve rather than locating the horror in ambiguity. This is because the horror lies elsewhere. Like in Shutter, the monster becomes the victim, our sympathies are played with, and we're left with a show that is as interested in social and political critique as it is in having fun playing with horror tropes.

Sources:

Heller-Nicholas, Alexandra. Found Footage Horror Films: Fear and the Appearance of Reality. McFarland & Company, 2014.

Badley, Linda. Film, Horror, and the Body Fantastic: Praeger, 1995.

Bonner, Hannah. “#Selfveillance: Horror’s Slut Shaming through Social Media, Sur- and Selfveillance.” Gender and Contemporary Horror in Film, edited by Samantha Holland et al., Emerald Publishing, 2019, pp. 85–99.

Cherry, Brigid. Horror. Routledge, 2009.

Shutter (film, 2004)

Cabin in the Woods (film, 2011)

Man Bites Dog (film, 1992)

The Blair Witch Project (film, 1999)

Paranormal Activity (film, 2007)

[chewingonsneakers]

in honor of nothing, here is a short list of things i’ve done since first reading the All For The Game series years ago:

- started a video call with one person that lasted ten straight hours where i just talked abt the plot and character backstories of aftg. without running out of things to say.

- dressed up in a full suit to rehearse the riko roast scene as neil, a couple of close friends as jean and riko. for an audience of no one plus a dog

- begun writing my middle name every where i can because it lights me up with joy and happiness when i see one of my favorite character’s first names in between my own first and last

- gotten super into lacrosse games on tv where i cheer for specific teams and players that i associate in my brain to aftg’s corrospondants

- seriously considered buying a custom USC jersey with the name “Knox” on the back

- became generally worse

- created a small neil josten shrine on my dresser

- purchased black wrist to forearm armbands for staying inside when i want to wear black and feel like andrew minyard

- lived almost every single second of my life since then halfway in a different mindset. i will be getting a glass of water and be thinkin like “hey so actually i am aaron minyard drinking a glass of water in columbia.” it’s just me going about my mundane every day life but in my head in the headspace as different aftg characters. it’s unhealthy

[star-quill]

Can we get a little sprinkle of quill smut…where he has playlists for just about anything and some songs are in multiple playlist so the “cooking dinner” playlist has some songs that feature in the sex playlist and it causes an ~association~ 👀👀👀

oh you absolutely know this man will sneak in those songs.

at first it was just a joke, to see if you noticed. you would just roll your eyes and skip the song, only for him to feign disappointment, making you smile and shake your head, continuing with the cooking.

after a while, you just got used to the songs being on there, softly humming along while you were chopping up vegetables. then peter would join you, his hands on your waist, swaying you gently to the song. he wasn't pressed right against you, however, he knew better when you had a sharp knife in your hand. he would just wait until u were done, and then he would come closer, kissing your shoulder and up the side of ur neck.

"peter.. can this wait until after dinner?"

"absolutely not.. u look good enough to eat, baby.. much more than dinner.."

"u saying my dinner is shit?"

"no.. just saying i kinda wanna just.."

then his hand was down between your legs, under your sundress and you felt him smirk against your shoulder.

"ur just as well we weren't expecting company.."

"i'd still not have any on even if we were.."

"fuck.."

"you gonna have me as the appetiser?"

"damn right i will.."

he hadn't even finished speaking before he turned you round, dropped to a crouching position and swung one of ur legs over his shoulder. you grabbed the hem of your dress, watching as he buried his face between your legs, nose bumping against your clit while his tongue was absolutely devouring you. you were worried dinner was going to burn but at this rate, you won't last long and it'll only be halfway done when he's finished down there. even more so now that he's stuffed you with two of his fingers, only being egged on by the soft little whimpers and whines you're producing. his grunts and groans in response are vibrating against you, adding a whole new sensation to what he's already giving you.

"peter i'm close.. please, oh.. please.."

he pulled away only for a second to speak.

"beg more, baby.. wanna hear you say you need it so badly, yeah?"

"i do.. please.. need you to let me come, please.."

"c'mon, honey.. more.."

"please.. peter.. can i come? please.. oh god.. please.."

"good girl.. go, you can let go, baby.."

then your legs started shaking, one of his hands rested on your waist, pushing you into the countertop to hold you up. it was all too much and your hands flew to his shoulders, holding them for strength. after a few seconds, he stood up, removing his fingers from inside you and slipping them in your mouth. once you had gotten everything off them, he pulled them out, smirking as he did so.

"see? i told you that you tasted sweet.."

he walked you to the dining table, letting you sit down while he finished making dinner. you gazed at him while he was cooking, his back muscles flexing as he stirred the sauce. he was straight back into domestic husband mode as if he didn't just give you an absolutely earth-shattering orgasm from just his mouth and fingers alone. he served up dinner and gave you a kiss before he sat down.

"sorry i was the only one to have an appetiser, sweetheart.."

"s'alright.. don't worry about it, i'll return the favour later on."

he just smirked as he pushed a forkful of food into his mouth, smirking as he chewed and stared at you.

"yeah? am i dessert now?"

"yeah.. fancied some ice cream, y'know.. minus the ice part.."

he almost choked on his mouthful, the pair of you just laughing at ur attempt at a crude joke. how the both of you can go from being totally normal and domestic, to having the most raw, breathtaking sex ever, to then making dumb jokes is beyond you. but you wouldn't have it any other way with him. he was everything to you and spending (almost) every moment with him was just perfect to you.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Once Upon a Time 6

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your shift starts out as usual. You go through opening with Colton and Chelsea. You leave cash just after ten to work the floor.

It's a quiet day and the rush usually doesn't start until after lunch. Right around noon, as you count down the minutes until your break, you notice traffic pick up with the arrival of more associates to cover the departments.

As you help an older lady find the classics section, you sense someone watching you, likely an impatient customer wanting your attention. You point the woman to the five dollar classic table and turn to face your next task. The shadow is gone. You peer around, hm, maybe they found someone else.

You continue your lap around the store. You pass Colin as he winks at a tall blonde as he holds a book in his hands. It's not often you see him doing anything besides hiding in the back. With Pine back, you assume that's not an option.

As you come up an aisle, you sense another shift in the air. You whip around and swear you see a figure flit away. Okay, you're being paranoid. This place is getting busy and you didn't sleep well.

You stop to look at the spines lined up neatly and adjust the little placard that hangs over the front of the shelf. Your eyes are drawn up as you see the crown of a head on the other side.

You march down to the end but as you come around, the customer is gone. You're definitely having an episode of some sort. What the hell is going on?

You press on your headset and let the floor know you're taking five. You just need to hit the bathroom and clear your head. You come out around the edge of comics and set off towards the little lobby between the bathrooms. You push through the door with your shoulder and sigh. You go into a stall and try to shake off the nerves.

He might not even come in today. And if he does, Pine is here. This can be done once and for all. You come back out and wash your hands, looking yourself in the tired eyes reflected back at you. Right, almost break time. Ten more minutes.

You pull the door and nearly walk straight into another person. You yipe, an embarrassing noise, and back up against the door. Of all the times to run into him, it's then. Andy puts on a show of surprise, brows popping up as he tilts his head.

"Oh, hey, didn't know you were working," he says.

"Um, yeah, I'm just head back," you point towards the floor, "I gotta go," you fix your earpiece, "sorry."

You sidle past him, ignoring your name as he calls after you. He grumbles but you hear the bathroom door swish open. You swerve and go off to find Colin or another manager. You're just going to have your break now.

When you come back along the far end of fiction, Colin is no longer there. A swarm of customers away you and you stop to help them find titles and look up several that are out of stock on your phone. You finally get away, turning back for the back office. As you get close to the rear of the store, you're stopped again by the same figure.

"Hey," Andy puts his hands in his pockets. His jacket is unbuttoned over a grey suit and pale blue shirt. His dark tie is pulled straight and tight. "I had a question--"

"Andy," you utter, "I was just going to find Mr. Pine. He's in the store today so you should be able to chat."

"Mr. Pine?" He frowns and slips his hand free to scratch his beard, "I’m not here for him," he says.

"Well, I'm headed on my break after so--"

"Break? How about coffee?"

The question surprises you. You expected anger. You expected the same look you got at the side of the road. Instead, he seems almost dazed.

"It's just a fifteen, I won't have time, so... I'll just go get Mr. Pine--"

"I don't want to talk to him," Andy insists, "why are you running away?"

"I... I'm not. Did you need help finding something?" You look around with a gulp, "we don't have the new book in the series just yet--"

"Don't be like this," he steps closer and you stiffen, leaning back on a heel, adrenaline bubbling, "I'm a nice guy. I've been nice. It's just a coffee."

"Look, I just work here. I can help you with books or a kindle but I don't want to have coffee with you. Do you get it? I'm not interested."

He blinks and furrows his brows, "why not?"

You stand in silence, staring at his throat, too afraid to look him in the face. You shrug as you search for an answer; he's pushy, he's old, he's not your type, you're not looking. You don't want to be mean, just honest. How do you tell someone to leave you alone nicely?

"Ahhh, Mr. Barber," the voice drawls from behind you and you flinch as you step aside, back to the shelf as you turn to watch Mr. Pine stride towards you, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Andy scowls at the blond strutting up the aisle, "nothing. Just shopping."

"And you've chosen my fine establishment," Pine steps up, slowing as he looks to you, "you alright? Why don't you go off and have your break?" He checks his watch, "I'll deal with this one."

"Deal with me?" Andy says defiantly, stepping up in challenge. "I'm giving money to your business. You should show some respect."

"Mmm," Pine narrows his eyes and looks Andy up and down, "you know, there is a rather elaborate surveillance system here. For security." Pine pushes his shoulders, unaffected by Andy's posturing, "now on top of weeks of you coming in to hound this girl, I've only just watched you stalk her around this store for no less than forty minutes."

Your mouth falls open. Forty minutes? Your heart drops into your stomach.

"So, you will leave the premises, that is certain. You do get a choice; to leave of your own volition or with some assistance."

Pine steps even closer to Andy, herding him back away from you. Andy's jaw ticks as he stares down the other man. His eyes slowly scan over to you and his lips part as his face shades with embarrassment.

"I wasn't following her," he backs up, raising his palms, "I was looking around. That's it. I'll leave." He shakes his head and snorts, "talk about customer service."

Andy spins on his heel, flicking his fingers derisively over his shoulder. You cross your arms over your chest as a chill rolls over you. You don't believe him. You look at Pine as he watches Andy stomp away.

"Mr. Pine," you eke out, "can I see the footage?”

[makemeadoll]

✨Files Shared with Me!✨

I've been trying all videos sent to me by the friendly people of Tumblrville! 💖

I thought it might be a good idea to share them here so I don't lose them and also to help others find awesome stuff 💕

I'll be updating this list with files shared and also found by myself slow and steady, so we can all enjoy and share our thoughts! (Or mindless babbles hehe) #hypno files

I will mention those who shared or produced the files only if they explicitly share them on their blogs, or ask me to mention them privately (because privacy is now an important thing and we must play fair! ✨)

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Lovely Anon #2:

You Are Blank - Hypnosis Experience

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Simply amazing! So soothing, and it does only what it says. It makes you BLANK. I don't even know if I was asleep or traveled to another dimension hehe

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Lovely Anon #1:

Compliance Loop 2.0

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️½

Not a fan of B.S. and this one uses triggers from it. I felt good and it never mentions her, but it talks about "feeling like a bad girl" and I'm not into being punished, so of course I don't want my own mind making me feel bad for not doing something i'm not comfortable with.

Here to Obey - Miss Trancy

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️½

It gave me the chills a little bit because I want to stay away from the B.S. world and this one sounded like those files right away, but I think it's fine. She's never mentioned in it.

30 Minute Mind Control Marathon: Can You Survive It?

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Lovely but is meant to be listened while sitting down and I like laying down more so I couldn't follow a part of the video the first time.

Brainwashing Training Loop

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I found this one on their blog. SO good! Well, it's just a lot of mantras we see all around hypno stuff... and it gets the job done! Got me so floaty and easy to drop after 😵‍💫 (listened while writing this, and after it stopped I still heard it in my head until I noticed I had closed it already!)

Daily Trance Loop

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

OMG so soothing, so lovely, so simple and well made! Nothing complicated only listen and let mind be blank! 💖

Hypnosis: TRANCE TOY TRAINING

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Caught my attention, dropped me so hard, I followed along mindlessly and the trigger made me almost burst! No words. Fav. 💖✨

[M4A] Pretty Doll in Bliss [Dollification] [IQ Reduction] [Obedience Training] [Mind Blanking] [Subliminals] [Binaural] [Mind Fuck] [Hypnosis] [Triggers] [Arousal]

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️½

I liked it and I felt so good! Reinforcing my good doll triggers (even writing it got me hehe). I just don't like that it associates being doll with being stupid... 💔

Surrender

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️½

Umm Tiffa struggled with the theme because it's all about slavery and I'm not a slave I'm a doll, but if you're into that the file is lovely and I was drippy and relaxed and heavy and obedient hehe, I just couldn't remember the new mantras cause I'm not a slave and they're very specific

Hypnosis: Spiral Pocket

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm almost sure these files are Bambi files with "Bambi" swapped to "Toy" and also has themes of slavery in the background. The more my mind notices it the less they work on me. I couldn't even finish this one 🥺 but if you're into it, go ahead! 💕

Hypnosis, Binaural Beats, Subliminal Affirmations: Pleasure Slave Reinforcement

• Makemeadoll Rating: 🥺

Umm I cannot add a review because Doll is scared of slave files cause I am a doll not a slave hehe, but I'm sure it's great! I trust him a lot and gives me awesome files 🥰 Maybe try it and tell me what rating to give it by the public!

Doll Transformation Hypnosis (RAGDOLL///FREEZE///COMMADS)

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Nice video! Thought I wasn't deep but then realized I really was! Hehe. It asks you to get up and pose and move and change outfit and comment and stuff so be prepared being seated and in your room hehe.

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@secretlytranced 💖:

Rain and Relaxing Wetness ;)

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

She's lovely and amazing and she shares these files all made by herself on her blog. This one got me to mindlessly play with my tits while working 🤭

Be a Good Girl

• Makemeadoll Rating:

Homework 🤭

Sumbission

• Makemeadoll Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Makes me sooo suggestible and it gets lost sooo good as background noise that now when it rains I remember the conditioning thinking it's playing 💕

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Me!:

Mistress Calia's Click Trigger Erotic Hypnosis [F4A]

• Makemeadoll Rating ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Makes me feel good and it's the first file I found and listened to and it made me have a crazy hypno dream and basically started my journey with files 💖

[F4A] A New Video by Your Favorite Hypno YouTuber: Obedience Training [Hypnosis] [Brainwashing] [ASMR]

• Makemeadoll Rating ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (+?)

I listened to this with a LOT of background noise, but I still managed to focus and suddenly I was out like a light. It's about "choosing" to become obedient, and even though I didn't like that much the way she spoke, I confess it WORKED.

{{Hypnosis}} Good Girl Trigger [Hypnosis] [Trigger] [Effects] [File For Females] [Obedient Effect]

• Makemeadoll Rating ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I think this one is very effective, but doesn't feel like it will be hehe. It's a hidden gem :)

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(There are more but I need to find them again first ☝️)

[kanelia]

It's so refreshing to come across a radfem blog that isn't obsessively pro-Palestine. I'm sick of the whole conflict, all the protests and virtue signalling all in the name of a terrorist state lol. I live in London in a heavily Jewish area and they now have increased police presence in the streets here because the pro Palestine idiots feel more than comfortable committing antisemitic attacks on people who have done nothing to them. I find it ironic how Muslims claim they are so oppressed in the west and victims of islamophobia when I've seen so much antisemitic behaviour from this demographic in particular. Clown world.

The harrasment of ordinary Jewish people world wide really reveals that the whole thing is like at least 70% motivated by antisemitism and Westerners either excusing or blindly ignoring whims of the free Palestine crowd are either a) useful idiots or b) antisemites themselves. My guess is that it is the combination, but mostly the first one.

All anyone really has to do is to read history and listen to former Muslims (or even just some moderate ones), and they would learn that the Muslim world has a rampart racism problem towards Jews. Jews have been just as persecuted (if not even more so) in the Middle East as they have been in Europe. The difference is that we were kind of made to chew and swallow our antisemitism after Holocaust (and before anyone twists my words, no, I am obviously not claiming that it is is the same everywhere in Europe or that there is no antisemitism in Europe anymore) while the same kind of evolution has never happened in the Middle East. Jews are still very openly hated there. The difference is that after forcing the rest of their Jews to leave, their antisemitism just took a new form: calling for the destruction of the country where the Jews went.

I swear one of the most refreshing things about getting 'kicked out' from the so-called progressive circles for becoming gender critical (besides being able to get back to real feminism) was being able to finally stop trying to gaslight myself into believing that it is racist to recognise that Islam is an oppressive misogynistic religion.

It was so damn surreal to be an openly atheist person very critical of organised religion, surrounded by others who liked to critically analyse the bible and bash fundamental Christians, and then simultanously getting signalled that doing the same to another religion that is very closely related to Christianity and has 1,9 billion followers world-wide, was suddenly oppressing those people and the said religion.

Almost as surreal as to watch a year after year white people policing other white people for wearing a hanfu or debating over things like "is it racist for a white person to have her hair braided in Caribbean" and then completely pretend to not notice the posts about a local Muslim MP liking Holocaust denialism in Facebook (and all this while constantly complaining about the right wing racism and the right wing Holocaust denialism).

Unpopular opinion: If you are anti-religion, you should be able to look critically all religions, not just those associated with the Western world. Similarly, if anti-racism is your value, you should be able to call out racism even when it comes from a group that is a minority in your country.

[kiribaku-queen]

Pleasurable Secrets [18+]

Pairing: Kirishima x reader

Smut, romance

Warning: 18+

Word count: 12K

A/N: Are we still in Kinktober?  Can I still post this? Anyway, I am a sucker for Kirishima and could not get this idea out of my bed! A love story with smut at the end <3

Summary: You didn't want to have anything to do with the students at UA high school. The past was the past and you were trying to make it stay that way by erasing those memories from your mind. That was hard to do when one of those memories comes back into your life. Would it be okay to let them back into your life, or would history repeat itself and end in tragedy like it always does?

You never thought you’d fall in love. You didn’t want to fall in love. And frankly, love was never in the cards for you. Especially not after what happened in high school. God, if you could erase UA high school from your memory, you would do it without a moment’s hesitation. UA was such a fantastic school, but you don’t have any fond memories of that place. The falling out you had with the current number 3 hero was so traumatic to you, that you refused to see him or anyone from that school for that matter. Actually, such a lame reason, but that falling out was also why you gave up on being a hero. So, you dropped out and attended a regular high school. FAR away from that school and those people. But ever since then, you didn’t think anyone could ever love you.

Were you scared? Maybe. But love never made its rounds back to you after high school. And that was okay with you. You didn’t need it. You were content at the fact that you were going to be alone forever… as sad as that sounds. It was true. You weren’t expecting to fall for someone so soon. Especially not him.

He came out of nowhere. You almost didn’t recognize him. You would have kept going on with your business had it not been for this small coincidence. 

You were finally able to relax on the weekend, after a crazy and hectic schedule at work. There was a new project you were working on, and you could not rest until you had all the details worked out. You were able to take a short break for now, but it was going to be short lived. After finishing your cup of coffee, you were going to have to get back on it. You were on schedule for now, but it couldn’t hurt to be ahead for once. Then that will help with the stress later on. 

You were waiting for your coffee to be done. Standing by the side, arms crossed, waiting patiently but also not because you watched one by one as everyone got called to get their drink, but not you yet. It wasn’t that complicated of a drink. If only you could just take one sip, then the growing headache you had would magically disappear.

“Iced macchiato!” the bartender called, placing the ice beverage right in the middle of the counter. With bright, widening eyes, you instantly got up to retrieve your drink. What you didn’t see was that someone else was also on their way to the drink. And when you had grabbed it, you also didn’t expect someone else’s hand to be on top of yours. You retracted your hand in surprise.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Is this an iced macchiato?” you asked the bartender, hands now as close to your chest as possible.

“It is. For… A Kirishima?” the bartender called out the owner of the drink. Well if only he had said their name sooner. Wait… Kirishima? You hadn’t noticed that you didn’t get a good look at the person who was also grabbing the drink. Your eyes shot to the drink to this Kirishima, and your heart dropped. 

Kirishima Eijirou.

Best friend of your ex. The one who completely and utterly destroyed your entire being. The one who made you stop believing in love. How is it on earth that you had to run into this Kirishima.

He was giving you a sheepish smile; one that was awkward and friendly. But it didn’t matter. You had no intention of even being friendly with any former students from UA, whether they had any involvement in the situation or not. You already decided that you weren’t going to associate with UA anymore, and you weren’t going to back on your word now. You didn’t return his smile. Instead, your look turned into annoyance and the atmosphere turned rather cold.

“Iced macchiato for (y/n)?” the bartender finally called out your drink. Thankfully, not long after your encounter with Kirishima. 

“(y/n)?” Kirishima called out to you but you didn’t give him the chance. You grabbed your coffee and bolted out of there. With wide strides and the goal to get out of there as soon as possible, you ran away from your problem. There was nothing wrong with running from your problems. Actually, you thought it was a good tactic and how you ran your life.

“(y/n)!” you gasped when you heard Kirishima was actually running after you. You turned around, and sure enough, Kirishima was right behind your tail.

“What the fuck…” you muttered under your breath, now running faster away from him. Kirishima, now being the pro-hero that he was, caught up to you so easily, it wasn’t even a challenge.

“Wait a second, why are you running?” Kirishima grabbed your arm, halting you in your steps and forcing you to turn around.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” you threatened through clenched teeth, forcefully removing your arm from his grasp. The glare and fire in your eyes was enough for him to get the message and back off. This time, he didn’t stop you from treading off, rather aggressively at that. Could you blame yourself? Maybe your anger got the best of you, but in the moment, you didn’t care. All you wished for was that you never bump into him again.

But luck wasn’t on your side. This was partially your fault. You’d think that after running into your former classmate that you really didn’t want to see, you would stop coming to that particular cafe for a while. But no. You went the next day. Thinking that there was on way you would bump into him again. What were the odds of that?

You entered the small, local cafe that you visited quite often. So often that the baristas knew you were a regular. You took a quick scan of the customers they had. No overbuilt, redhead to be seen. It looks like you were in the clear. You let out a shaky breath and finally relaxed. Yesterday was probably a glitch in the system. It was pure coincidence that you saw him here, you weren’t going to see him again.

After thanking the barista for the coffee, you took a seat at your spot in the cafe; one in the far corner right by the window so you could have a view while you were working. Sometimes, you need a change in atmosphere to help you work better and the cafe was always the place that you worked the best. 

Kirishima had entered the coffee shop that he had visited yesterday. The coffee was good, but he wasn’t here because of the coffee. No. He was here in hopes of seeing you. He had to admit, you were probably the last person he expected to see. How long has it been since you disappeared? Almost 8 years? No one knew where you ran off to. Hell, no one knew if you were dead or alive. But that moment in the coffee shop… when your hands brushed against each other and he got a good look at you. He had to do a double take. You were just as gorgeous as he remembered. All his childish feelings from high school rushed at him like he was hit by a car. All the butterflies, all the heart flutters. His feelings for you never left him after all. 

After yesterday’s events and how you reacted, he wasn’t sure if he was going to run into you again, especially not at the same place. But there you were. He hadn’t even entered the premises for him to notice you. He saw you clearly from the window seat that you were at, so concentrated on your laptop. Kirishima couldn’t help but smile and mutter,

“Cute.” 

Kirishima hadn’t realized he said that out loud. But those intrusive thoughts got the better of him. He had to talk to you again. Yet, he didn’t want to upset you again. There’s so much that he wants to say, so much he wants to understand. Would you even let him in? 

You were deep in concentration, not paying attention to the surroundings around you. Especially not even noticing who had sat down next to you. For some reason, the numbers you had written down were not working. You were sure that you had entered everything correctly. You double checked, even did the math manually. But each time, the numbers were not matching and you couldn’t figure out what you had done wrong. Once you figure out the budget, you could move on to the next step, but this has got you stumped. Frustration was building inside you. It was probably time for a break and another sip of coffee is what you needed. You buried your head in the palm of one hand, while the other reached for your coffee. Only for you to misjudge the distance of where your coffee was and you tipped it over, spilling it all over you and the person sitting next to you. Panic rose in you and you quickly picked the cup up to prevent even more liquid from pouring out, but it was already too late. The coffee had already gotten on the person next to you. Forget that it was all over yourself and partially your laptop. It was horrifying that you got someone else dirty from your mistake.

“Shit, I’m so sorry about that! Are you okay?” you asked the ‘stranger’, quickly trying to find something to clean them up with.

“I’m all good,” he reassured you. His voice made you freeze. It couldn’t be… You carefully glanced up, praying that it wasn’t who you thought it was. But you were always wrong. Kirishima had gladly taken the napkins you had given him to clean himself up. The coffee had gotten all over his pants. It was going to take more than just a couple napkins to clean this mess up. But you were too caught up in the fact that Kirishima had appeared in front of you once again. You didn’t get the chance to clean yourself up or your belongings. You just packed up everything you had and tried to bolt out of there, had it not been for your old classmate to stop you.

“Wait!” he called out to you, grabbing you by the arm again. Realizing what he had done and knowing that you did not like that yesterday, he quickly let go.

“Sorry… I know you don’t like that,” he apologized right after. But you did stop this time. You let out a sigh and turned right back around.

“You’re just going to leave?” he asks.

“I already said sorry,” you pointed out, a hint of annoyance can be heard in your voice.

“You’re upset,” he states. Like it wasn’t obvious today and yesterday. You didn’t stop to make small talk. Moreover, talk about what his best friend did to you that still haunts you to this day. 

“What do you want, Kirishima?” you got cut straight to the chase. There had to be a reason why he was basically stalking you. Even if there was a justifiable reason, you were going to tell him what it was. To leave you alone. There was no need for your paths to cross again. For Kirishima, he couldn’t let this opportunity pass him by. When were you going to willingly talk to him again?

“Another coffee?” he made up some bullshit excuse. You raised a suspicious brow at him and looked over his shoulder to see a cup full of coffee that hasn’t been touched yet.

“You already have one,” you said.

“Well I could use another one already,” he shrugged. You weren’t sure. You felt bad that you had spilled your drink on him but at the same time, having to spend more time with him was not on your plans today. Kirishima could see the confliction in your eyes, so he had to push it another level.

“Come on, it's the least you could do after spilling coffee on me,” he tried to guilt trip you, and it worked. It was the least you could do. And then after this, no more contact with him. That was supposed to be the plan.

After the coffee shop, that was supposed to be it. But he kept showing up everywhere you went. The grocery store, the shopping center, in random places on the streets, even in different coffee shops! You could not escape this persistent man whom you wanted no contact with. But Kirishima did keep his distance. Whenever you made eye contact, he would always give you the most gentle smile, waving here and there, but never approaches you. You wouldn’t wave or smile back. The most you would do is probably acknowledge him, but most, if not all the time, you would simply look at him and walk away.

Kirishima knew better than to push your buttons. Even in high school, you gave off a cold demeanor. But he knew that there was a softer side to you. Because he’s seen it when you were together with his hot-headed friend. And he’s seen it firsthand, when you were always so sweet to him. If he approached you knowing that you weren’t interested, he knew he would find himself at the bottom of the sea. He didn’t want to go looking for trouble, so he became friendly from a distance. He didn’t want to ignore you because you were ignoring him. He wanted to let you know that he was not the person you should be afraid of. He would only approach you if he knew you were ready.

Today was an off day for Kirishima. Usually, he would wake up bright and early in the morning, head straight to the office, get some paperwork done he couldn’t finish the day before, go get his morning coffee, bump into you coincidentally, and finally be on his way to continue his mission. Ever since the morning, his whole routine has been thrown off. He woke up way later than he was supposed to. The sun was already rising, meaning that he was hella late and was going to get chewed out at the office. Expected. And then, he was so concentrated on his work that he didn’t realize that it was time for his daily coffee. Actually past the time he normally goes. You should already be at the coffee shop. But by the time he gets there, would have left already? He would have to try. So there he was, sprinting for the usual coffee shop, occasionally bumping into strangers while barely spitting out apologies. Would you be at the cafe today? You were there at the same time every day, without fail. But you wouldn’t stay for longer than you needed to. Always in and out, busy for the day and no time to linger. So it was his surprise to see you sitting down at one of the solo tables, casually sipping your coffee and… was he seeing wrong? Was he just imagining it? You were sipping your coffee with wandering eyes, as if you were looking for something. Or someone? Were you looking for him? He watched your movements for a bit, and sure enough, you were searching for someone. Often looking behind your shoulder, out the window, watching the passerbyers, and even when the bell rings every time someone opens the door. And the look of disappointment was so evident on your face when you see that the person you were looking for is not walking through that door. Was this a sign?

Kirishima straightened himself out and made his way through the door. The sound of the tiny bell rang throughout the local shop. He tried his best not to look at you, make it look like he was casually stopping by, but it was no use. The minute he walked through that door, you both made eye contact and he knew he had broken through to you when he saw you look away in embarrassment, pretending that you hadn’t been waiting for him.

He was quick to get his coffee and popped a squat right next to you, getting comfy. You both sat quietly as you sipped your coffees. It didn’t look like you were going to speak up soon, so Kirishima took the liberty in starting the conversation.

“How’s your coffee?” he starts out.

“Good,” you mutter.

“What did you get?” he’s curious. You didn’t answer him. Instead, you turn your cup around to show him the tag of your drink. Classic (y/n) getting the same, old drink.

“Aren’t going to spill it on me this time, are you?” he teases.

“It was an accident and you know it,” you defended yourself.

“How was I supposed to know? How do I know you’re not out to get me?” he continues to tease but his words was not teasing to you. Was he referring to what happened in the past? Did he think that you were out to get him? For revenge? His teasing darkened the mood, making you feel bad and insecure about yourself.

“Am I really a threat to you?” you asked seriously, but almost in a whisper. Kirishima quickly noticed the change in mood. He stopped his teasing tactics and became serious.

“No.” he was stern in his answer. “No, you were the sweetest to me back in high school. Probably one of the sweetest girls I’ve ever met.”

“One of them,” you couldn’t help mumble after hearing his choice of words. Making it seem like he was just saying to be nice and that his statement wasn’t actually true.

“Then the sweetest girl I’ve ever met,” he changed his statement. Because it was true. You never failed to reassure him and make him feel good about himself. All throughout high school, even when everyone was picking on him for something stupid, you were there to fend for him. Every time you passed, you never failed to give him a smile, along with a few words of positivity. You were, as some would say, a pocket of sunshine. How could you have ever dated his best friend when he was basically the opposite of you. Now look at you. Where was that smile you carried everywhere you went?

Silence.

“How you been (y/n)?” he asked with utmost sincerity. He genuinely wanted to know.

“Fine,” you kept it short.

“Work?”

“Boring.” Kirishima chuckles. You wanted to stop responding. You wanted to seem like you didn’t want to talk to him. But for every question, you kept finding yourself answering, no matter how much you tried not to.

“You?” you finally ask Kirishima a question which surprised him at first.

“What about me?” he tries to get more out of you. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling somewhat embarrassed now.

“How’s work?” you managed to get out.

“Slow,” he responded truthfully.

“Is that why you’re in town?” you were always curious on why he was here, out of all places. A small town where there’s absolutely nothing here. Especially compared to the big city he was living in, there really should be no reason for him to visit a town like this.

“Mm, there’s a mission I have to do here. But can’t tell you about it,” he jokes.

“Oh, secretive,” you actually managed to joke back. You didn’t think you had it in you, but somehow it just slipped out.

“But I can tell you that I’m glad I came on this mission,” he says.

“Why’s that?” you asked but you now you were afraid of what he was going to say.

“Because I got to see you again,” Kirishima confesses. And that was the answer you didn’t want him to say. “I’m really glad I met you here.”

“Kirishima…” you began.

“Let’s be friends,” he insists, cutting you off.

“You know I can’t do that,” you say practically like you were giving up. “I’ll be honest, it was nice seeing a familiar face, but I think I’d rather not be friends.”

“Why?” he just couldn’t understand or wrap his head around it.

“Do we really need to talk about this?”

“Yes, because I don’t know what I did for you to be this upset at me that we can’t be friends. We had some good times back in high school.”

“Maybe for you,” you said bitterly.

“Look, is it because of…”

“I don’t want to talk about it. It’s just best that we are not friends. We can say hi passing, but that’s it. Okay?” you laid down the ground rules. But that didn’t discourage Kirishima one bit.

“Alright. We don’t have to be friends. But every time I see you, I will be coming up to you to say hi. That’s alright, right?” Kirishima found a loophole. You wanted to shrink yourself because that’s not technically what you meant, but it’s not like you could go back on your word now.

“Well…” you tried to counter argue but Kirishima cut you off again.

“You did say that I could come up to you in passing,” he reiterated your words. So you said, fine. You allowed him to say hi to you if you two crossed paths. But that was quite often.

You two didn’t just see each other at the coffee shop. It was the grocery store. It was around town. It was in some places unexpected. It was an everyday occurrence. And because it was an everyday occurrence, you became more and more comfortable around his presence. You opened up more, talked to him more, smiled more. Seeing him didn’t feel so awful anymore. But even then, you were reluctant to call yourselves friends.

If you were out, letting him meet some of your friends, you would always introduce him as ‘Kirishima’. Nothing more, nothing less. Because even if you were friendly with each other, you don’t know if you would call him your friend just yet. Could you fully trust him after that high school tragedy? There was nothing he did that you could make you not trust him, but there was always something in the back of your mind that made you wait to wait a little longer. But Kirishima, on the other hand, always introduced you as his friend.

“I’m not your friend,” you would whisper to him when no one else was paying attention.

“But you are my friend. So, it’s not like I’m lying,” he simply shrugs it off and continues to jump in his friend’s conversations.

It took quite a bit of time. 2 years exactly. For you to finally accept that you two were friends. You were okay with the fact that someone from your past was back in your life. Kirishima couldn’t hide his excitement when he heard the good news of getting out of the stranger zone. Now he had another goal to hit: getting out of the friend zone. 

Kirishima learned one important lesson over these couple of years trying to get you to be friends with him. And that was: his crush for you never left him. Trying to win you over as a friend made his crush for you grow even larger. Now he needed to win you over in a different way. And he tried many a things, making it pretty known to everyone around you that he likes you. He couldn't be more obvious.

When you meet up for your daily coffee run, he’s already there, your coffee already bought and ready for you to drink as soon as you get there. You don’t get sick often, but when you do and Kirishima hears about this, he is immediately on his way to take care of you. He’ll bring blankets, snacks and medicine to help you fight back against your illness. You’d always protest that you were okay, but when he hears that nasty cough, he’s pushing his way through and forcing you to take a rest on your bed. Then, he’d pull up one of your comfort movies and watch along side you in the chair right next to your bed, giving you all the space you needed. And he did everything without a single complaint. It was also a regular thing for him to comment how good you looked.

“Looking good today, (y/n)!”

“Wow! You look so pretty, (y/n)!”

“Hey pretty lady! How we doing today?”

“Did you do something different with your hair today? Because you look stunning.”

“You have the cutest smile, you know that?”

His comments always got you embarrassed. Because he would even say that in public where there’s several people around you and it was always so loud, too. So then, people would be looking in your direction, laughing and gushing at how cute you guys were as a couple. And every time, you’d have to let them know that you guys were not a couple and definitely not dating. But Kirishima wished it was something more.

“See? Everyone thinks we are cute together! Let’s date,” he would try. His tone would be very joking to you, but that’s his nerves getting the best of him. So, of course you don’t take him seriously.

“No, thank you,” you would shut him down. But he’d keep on trying, every time with failure. There would be some days where he would think he was making progress, only to be shut down once again.

Kirishima wouldn’t let this bit go. In fact, it went on for another year or so of constantly asking you out on a date or asking you to be his girlfriend. You couldn’t understand it. You thought he was doing it at first just to be funny. But this was happening so consistently, so frequently, so much so that it became a daily thing and now you couldn’t help but think he was being serious. You? Out of all people? He would want to be with you? And like you? Didn’t he see how your relationship in high school worked out? Doesn’t he remember what you did? You had to get to the bottom of this. You confronted him when he showed up at your apartment, leaning against the door frame with arms folded across your chest.

“Why do you want me to be your girlfriend so much?” you finally asked the long awaited question. It caught him off guard but answered it nonetheless.

“Because I like you. Isn’t that obvious?” he said it so nonchalantly.

“No, it is. But… I don’t understand how you could like someone like me,” you say.

“Well, first off, let me in please,” he grabbed you gently by the shoulders and shimmied his way past you and into your apartment.

“You are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever met. You are the kindest, the sweetest, the funniest, the more charismatic person I know. How could I not fall for you?” he stated, falling down onto your couch and making himself at home. You followed him, sitting right next to him. You were silent because you didn’t know how to accept it.

“And, well. I never really stopped liking you, after high school.” he continued.

“What do you mean?” you became confused. Never stopped? He’s liked you before?

“I liked you way before him. He just got to you before I could.”

“And you still liked me… even after you found out what happened?”

“(y/n),” Kirishima knew where you were going with this.

“I cheated on him. Did you forget that? Are you still going to like me even after you know that I’m a cheater?” you accused yourself, feeling choked up. You tried your best to hold it in, pressing your lips together in a pout. But tears weld in your eyes and your brows kept frowning. You stared intensely at the red-head in front of you to prevent the tears from spilling.

“I know you didn’t do it,” he tried to comfort you.

“If you knew, then why didn’t you do anything?” you raised your voice, violently wiping the tears away. “Everyone turned on me. Everyone made me into a villain. But I didn’t do it… I was framed. I just didn’t know how to prove it then.” you cried into your hands.

Your life was so perfect. Your boyfriend was one of the toughest guys in the school, you had a great group of friends, you were passing with flying colors. You were living your life to the fullest. Then, all of a sudden, your life came crashing down on you. You no longer had a boyfriend, you no longer had that supportive group, you no longer had the best life. All because of some baseless rumor that everyone believed. No one wanted to hear you out. You thought you were friends with everyone. So, you had no idea what you did to piss someone off for them to create this rumor that you were cheating. But they did a pretty damn good job of ruining your life. Because after everyone had turned their backs on you, you were left with no one. You eventually left before graduation and finished high school somewhere else. You cut off everyone from high school out of your life and tried your best to forget anything about high school. You were doing a good job of it, until someone just had to come back into your life.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything.” Kirishima apologized. You knew he was sorry. Honestly, what could he have done back then? Maybe if you were in his shoes, you would have done the same thing. But because it was happening to you and no one was on your side, it hurt.

“That’s why I didn’t want to see you. Because I was so mad at everyone for not even hearing me out. No one heard my side of the story.” you had never told anyone this. You poured your heart out, finally speaking out about this out loud for the first time. Now someone was hearing your side of the story, you were going to say everything you wanted.

“I thought you just needed space,” he said. It was true that he was surprised when he heard the rumor of you cheating on his best friend. He was one of the last people to know and everyone was already chatting and gossiping. He heard there was proof, that there were pictures showing that you were not innocent. His best friend was heated like he’s never seen before. Everything was happening so much at once, he didn’t know what to do. Did he want to talk to you? Of course he did. But in the mornings, you were always the last one in class to avoid the gossiping. During breaks, you always ran and hid in the bathroom. As soon as the bell rang at the end of the day, you bolted out of there. There was no time to approach because you didn’t give anybody a chance to talk to you. Hearing Kirishima’s response, you suddenly became angry.

“I needed someone to believe me! I needed someone to be by my side, but you all turned against me!” you shouted, not caring if hot tears were streaming down your face. The one thing you wanted the most was for someone, anyone to believe you. But no one gave you that.

“(y/n), you don’t need to give me proof. If you said you didn’t do it, I’ll believe in you. If you said you were framed, I’ll be on your side. I’ll defend you till the day I die. If you think you have no one, you have me.” Kirishima smacked his chest, giving you some reassurance that now someone was on your side.

“Thanks, but it’s a little too late for that now. That’s why I said in the beginning that I didn’t want to be friends. Truthfully, I didn’t want to be associated with you at all because even though it was so long ago, I never got over those feelings of betrayal. It hurt so bad…” your voice cracked. “And now I don’t know what to do because my mind is telling me to keep my distance but I like you too much.” you suddenly confessed.

“Wait, you like me?” Kirishima’s heart skipped a beat, but he had conflicted feelings. His heart hurt for you, seeing you break down like this, but there was another part of him that was starting to get giddy from your sudden confession.You didn’t respond, only wiping your eyes.

“Then let me stay by your side. Let me support you. If it takes years for you to trust me, I’ll wait that long. You don’t have to go through this alone,” he tells you.

“What if it takes forever?” you became sad and guilty. It’s not like you were purposely trying to lead him on. You just didn’t know if you could commit to a relationship given the situation.

“Then I’ll wait that long. Trust me. If I can wait for you for 10 years, I can wait a little more.”

And it did take you a while to really put all your trust in him. You weren’t sure if it was because you were stubborn or if you truly thought this relationship wasn’t going to work out. But for more years to come, he would ask you out and you kept saying no. For some reason, the constant rejection never scared Kirishima away. It only made him more determined.

It only took 3 years of constant flirting and courting and romantic gestures for you to finally say yes.

“But there needs to be some ground rules,” you say quickly before Kirishima smushes you in a bear hug. “You’re a public figure, right?”

“Not the biggest, but you could say that. Why? Nervous to get all the attention?” he teases, grabbing your hand and pulling you into him softly. He embraces you in his arms while moving the tiny hairs out of your face.

“That’s the thing, I don’t want any attention. Can we be lowkey about this? Because I know you’re still friends with people from high school and now that we are… you know. I know they are your friends but I don’t really want them knowing and I don’t want it be weird and all, especially since your best friend is my ex,” you asked for a rather big favor. But Kirishima was completely fine with it.

“Oh, a secret relationship, huh?” he teased to lighten up the mood but you didn’t laugh at his humor.

“Eijirou, I’m being serious,” you say.

“Yeah, we can do that, no problem,” he says now matching your tone, but still smitten with how you were his now. “Now that you’ve had your chance, it’s my turn to ask you a serious question.” Oh? You tilted your head in interest, your eyes full of curiosity. It just made Kirishima want to cup your face and leave you the sloppiest kiss. But he shall refrain from now.

“Move back to the city with me,” he said. That took you by surprise.

“All of a sudden?”

“Well my mission here is done.,” That’s right! The whole reason why he was here in the first place was because he was sent here on a mission. That was so long ago and it only now finished?

“Oh my god, I forgot all about that! That took such a long time!” you exclaimed. Kirishima blushed sheepishly.

“To tell you the truth, that mission finished years ago.”

“Years?!” you couldn’t believe your ears, leaning back and grabbing a hold of his shoulders to get a better look at him. You had such a shocked expression but Kirishima only blinked back at you cluelessly.

“Mm, it didn’t take me long to find those villains,” he put a fist up.

“If it finished so long ago, then why are you still here? Shouldn’t you have gone back by now?”  you asked.

“I stayed for you,” he confessed, making your expression go soft. “I begged my agency to let me stay here for as long as I can. But now, I’ve been called back for another mission so I kind of have to move back. But I want you to come with me,” he insisted. But you felt a sudden panic rise in your chest. Moving to the city means a bigger chance of you bumping into those people. You didn’t know if you wanted to take the risk.

“Eijirou, I don’t know…” you hesitated.

“Are you worried about bumping into them?” Kirishima asked, his voice turning soft as if careful not to scare you anymore with his loud voice. You nodded your head.

“I’ll make sure they’ll never be around you,” he promised.

“But I don’t want to feel like you have to separate yourself from your friends. I don’t want to ruin your friendships,” you said, feeling so guilty. You didn’t want to be that girlfriend. The one who makes their boyfriend give up all their friends to be with you. That wasn’t fair.

“You won’t be. But I’ll keep a good eye out for you. If I know they are in the area, I’ll let you know so you can avoid them. I won’t force you to go out either, so you can stay home all day if you want,” he proposed.

“It does sound tempting… are you implying that I should be a stay at home girlfriend?” you teased.

“I am not forcing you to do anything,” he calmly responded, bringing you closer to him and leaned his forehead against yours which caused you to blush violently.

“Fine. But if I’m moving back with you to the city, we can’t be doing any of this,” you pointed with your fingers at how much skinship you two were showing.

“But we aren’t in public, are we? I can do this as much as I want, right?” he smirked and you couldn’t hide your smile.

“Yes…” you shyly say.

“Good. You better get used to it because I’m never letting you go now.”

You wished he was joking, but he was oh so serious. He kept his promise ever since moving back to the city. There was absolutely no form of PDA in the streets, but you were all cuddly in the sheets. When you were out together, it was almost as if you two didn’t know each other. There was no hand holding, there was no kissing, no hugging. There was barely any touching. But as soon as you got home from your outings, Kirishima was tackling you with all the love he had kept inside him. And even though you were to be kept a secret, everyone knew that Kirishima was taken.

“Oi, Kirishima! Let’s go drinking after patrol!” Denki would call out, inviting his friend to catch up after being ghosted. Denki, Sero, Mina and Bakugou were all gathered at the entrance of the Hero Agency Building, waiting for Kirishima to catch up with them.

“Sorry! My girl is cooking dinner tonight!” Kirishima apologized and his friends couldn’t get another word in before he was off running in the distance to get home to you. His friends looked at each other bewildered.

“Did he just say ‘my girl’?” Mina was too much in shock.

“Maybe it’s his mom,” Denki suggested. That just earned him a smack in the back of the head.

“And why wouldn’t he say ‘mom’ instead of ‘his girl’?” Mina tried to knock some sense into him.

“People have their preferences,” Denki tried to defend himself. But Mina just couldn’t believe that she was still friends with someone this stupid. Sero and Denki continued on about how it must be nice to be in a relationship. Bakugou gruffed and watched his friend disappear into the distance.

“Shitty hair has a woman now, huh?” Bakugou talked to himself. He kept that note in the back of his head and walked caught up with the friend group.

Kirishima loves making it known that he is taken and in love. My girl this, my girl that. If it had anything related to you, he would be boasting about you for hours.

“Nice tie! Where did you get it?”

“My girl bought it for me.”

“What you doing this weekend?”

“It’s my girl’s birthday. I’m taking her on a surprise trip.”

“Oi, who you buying flowers for?”

“My girlfriend. She’s been feeling a little down. Hope this cheers her up.”

And when the sacred question is asked of who his beloved girlfriend is, Kirishima would never tell. No one has to know that you were his. But he did make it a point to make sure that you knew who you belonged to behind closed doors.

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Kirishima knew he was doing a good job when you screamed his name with every thrust of his hips. Hands clutching the sheets, toes curled in delight, mouth agape with drool coming out the side. Kirishima couldn’t think of a better sight. He was for sure. But it took you quite a while to get used to his size. Your first time was so inexperienced but so special.

Given that your boyfriend was a bigger guy, you were expecting him to be big. God, he was much, much bigger than you were anticipating. The length, the girth. You weren’t sure how he was going to fit, especially with him being your first time. But Kirishima made sure to prep you real well. He knew this was going to be a challenge for you. You were anything but dry down there. And even though you felt so fucking good and so horny, you weren’t sure if his cock really could fit. Sure, his fingers were long and thick already, but his fingers can’t compare to his size. Kirishima lined himself up with your entrance, ready to enter you, but you grabbed onto his forearms and squeezed tightly.

“Ei, wait!” you shouted for him to stop. Kirishima didn’t move another inch. He listened and waited patiently for you, regardless how badly his cock ached to be inside. You looked up at him with pleading and clouded eyes, your heart racing at the speed of light. “What if it doesn't fit?” you questioned. Kirishima cupped your face and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

“We’ll go slow, baby. You want it, don’t you?” he whispered in your ear. You bit your lip and eagerly nodded your head. Kirishima took his time placed small, wet kisses down the side of your face all the way down your neck. 

“Let me hear you say it. You want it, don’t you?” he asked again, his voice a little rougher this time. He teased your arousal by rubbing the tip of his red, aching cock just at the entrance, so you could feel how eager he was. You gasped even louder when now all you could feel was his long length rubbing against you.

“Ah~! Fuck! Yes! Yes, I want you so bad!” you begged. Kirishima smirked in the crook of your neck and slowly, painfully and agonizingly slow, entered you.

The rest was history.

Your first time was definitely new and scary. You never thought pain could hurt so good, and it only made you crave it even more. And when you experienced an orgasm for the first time… it had you seeing stars. The moment was so short. You just wanted to feel that again and again and again. But everything had to move slowly. The first few months were both of your trying different things, seeing what you both liked and didn’t like in bed. And in the beginning, you were so shy. You thought it was embarrassing that you were so horny all the time, not knowing that that feeling is normal. So you never asked for it directly. You waited until the mood was right and romantic, or when he was making the move. 

Little did you know, Kirishima loved it when you gave subtle hints to show him that you were in the mood. It let him know that you were equally as horny and bothered as he was. But he loved it even more to see you being more comfortable and confident in your own body. So of course, he has to please his pretty princess because you deserve everything in the world. He will drop everything and anything to come devour your pussy or feel you clench around him. Kirishima even left in the middle of patrol when he got your needy text one time. 

No matter how many times you ask for it, or how long you want it, Kirishima obliges without question. But you came to a realization that you never got the chance to please him in return. So when Kirishima has your legs wrapped around his waist, pinned against the door and smashing his lips against yours, that’s when you decided it was time.

The Pro-Hero’s hands were anything but polite, roaming every inch of your body, no corner left untouched. You were his, all his, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more of you, if that was even possible. He goes to kiss your neck and chest, leaving red marks here and there.

“Fuuuck, I wanna taste you so bad,” he groans, pushing you down on his erection, all the while thrusting his hips up to meet you in the middle. That shot an electric shock right to your pussy, making you crave him even more. You threw your head back against the door, gripping onto locks of his crimson, red hair.

“Gonna ride my face?” he asks. He waits for your answer, sucking on your supple skin, only imagining something else in his mouth. Your cheeks heated up as you tried to cover your face.

“Too shy…” you managed to mumble.

“You can do it, princess. You wanna cum?” he taunted you.

“Cum~...” you practically drooled at the thought. Kiri smirked. He knew your weak spot.

“Yeah?” he sweetly asks you. God, that fucking voice. “Yeah? You wanna cum on my face, princess?” you bit your lip and nodded your head like your life depended on you.

“Yes! Yes! Ei, Wanna cum~” you pleaded, rolling your hips to add some friction to your aching and sore core. He didn’t need to hear another word. He carried you from the door, back to the bedroom where he gently laid you down on the bed. Careful not to ruin the mood, Kirishima’s lips never left your body, not even for a single moment. If they did happen to detach, he was quick to find your body again but perhaps reattach at a different part of your body. Since your whole body needs loving. They deserved as much attention as your lovely lips. 

So he kisses down your neck.

“Ei,” you say his name breathlessly, trying to get his attention. But it was ignored as he kisses down to the mounds of your breasts.

“Ei,” you try again, but this time louder. But he was so distracted and you felt so good that maybe your voice got caught in your throat.

“Eiji!” you try yet again when he got to your stomach. But to no avail.

“Eijirou!” you finally got his attention. You looked down, eyes clouded with lust. He’s right above your sweet spot, ready to pull your shorts off but now his face is not hungry for you. Instead, he became worried because you never say his full name during sex.

“(y/n), what’s wrong?” he asks. Your cheeks heat up once again, embarrassed that you might have ruined the mood.

“Uhm,” you start out but you weren’t exactly sure how you wanted to phrase that you wanted to suck his dick this time. Kirishima could see the hesitation in your eyes. He removed himself from your bottom half and climbed on top of you, but careful not to lay on you.

“Sorry, was I too much? Are you uncomfortable? Should I stop?” he asks, scared that he said or did something that you weren’t a fan of. But actually, it was quite the opposite.

“I think I just want to do something else,” you whispered.

“Okay! Yeah, we can do that babe. What do you want to do?” he asks. You bit your lip and prepared yourself. Kirishima waited patiently for you to decide. No matter how badly you wanted to say it, something in you, was it the embarrassment? You weren’t sure. But something inside of you is preventing you from saying your thoughts aloud. Maybe actions will speak louder than words. You let your hand do the talking. You moved your hand to the waistband of his shorts and pulled on them. He looked down at where you were grabbing and he thinks he got the hint.

“You want to just have regular sex, baby?” he questions. No, no, that’s not what you wanted. You shook your head and continued to pull on his waistband. Kirishima was becoming confused. It’s not like he could read your mind. If he had that quirk, that would be so much easier to know what you wanted from him in this moment. You gave him one last puppy dog look and a sudden thought came to him.

“Don’t tell me…” he trails off. There was no way. His pretty, innocent girlfriend wants to do something so dirty as to suck his cock? “... you want to suck it?” Given your reaction, he hit it right on the money.

“Why did you say it like that?” you became even more embarrassed than you already were, fully covering your heated face. Kirishima laughed a hearty laugh, trying to uncover your face.

“I was just so surprised! Baby! There’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” He encouraged you. He took your arms and pinned them behind your head.

“Now then,” his voice went back to its sultry form. “Princess wants to suck my cock, hm?” 

“Yes, please,” you whispered. Kirishima grabbed your waist and flipped the both of you around so that he was laying down on the bed and you were on top of him. His shirt was long gone and was already in the process of pulling down his shorts and underwear. His cock sprang free from the elastic shorts, hitting his lower stomach in the process. 

Kirishima never had a hard time getting an erection. In fact, it was a little too easy for him. Anything you do, it could be from basic chores around the house or when you were purposely trying to seduce him, he would get hard. Even from the slightest touch from you. It’s not like you never wanted to give him a blowjob. But because he never had a hard time getting it up, he would only focus on making sure you were getting all the pleasure. So this was your first time seeing his cock so close up.

It smelled like him, maybe a little mustier with a mix of sweat and cologne. His length was impressive as always and when you wrapped your hand around his warm cock, you found out that you could barely touch your fingers together. He was darker than you were expecting, the tip being a bright red and precum dripping all the way down his length. It looked like it wanted to be cleaned up. So you stuck your tongue out, licking the salty liquid from the base up. The softness of your tongue making contact with him made Kirishima let out a loud moan, getting more comfortable in the sheets.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. Your pussy already does wonders for him, but seeing your innocent mouth wrap around his dirty cock was a wonderfully different feeling. You tried to fit as much of him as you could, but his length wouldn’t allow you to swallow him whole. With the remaining length, you wrapped your hand around it while you tried your best at giving him a blowjob. You didn’t know what the hell you were doing. All you saw from those porn videos was that they could fit the biggest dicks in their mouth with no problem. But you couldn’t. Were you doing something wrong? So you tried again, going down and fitting as much of his cock as you could in your mouth, but with the tip hitting the back of your throat and you basically gagging, you felt discouraged.

“I can’t do it,” you whined, releasing him from your mouth to get some air. All the while, spit and drool was still connected from your mouth to his dick. Kirishima barely managed to open his eyes, feeling so much ecstasy but he needed to get his mind together for you.

“Can’t do what, baby?” he asks.

“I can’t deepthroat,” you said with a pout, almost in tears. How were you going to make him feel good if you couldn’t even deepthroat?

“You don’t have to do that, babe,” Kirishima tried letting you know. But you got confused. What does he mean that you didn’t have to?

“But, isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” you asked. Kirishima let out a low chuckle and flashed you a reassuring smile.

“(y/n), what you’re doing now is perfect,” he said, grabbing your arm and motioned for you to come up.

“Are you sure? You want me to keep going?” you kept asking, feeling doubtful. You moved up to come face to face with your boyfriend and he cupped your face, giving you encouraging kisses.

“Can’t you see my cock pulsing right now. I very much want your mouth on me,” he whispered those dirty words in your ear. You looked down. And it was true. His cock was standing proudly, twitching, aching for you to touch him again.

So you continue sucking him off, bobbing your head up and down slowly. Kirishima closed his eyes again, the feeling of your wet mouth was getting him overwhelmed. Every time you went a little deeper or your tongue would brush past a vein or when you would moan and the vibrations added even more sensation, he would moan and groan even louder in response.You were doing a good job, great even. He didn’t want to scare you into anything since this was your first time doing something like this. He was trying so hard, using the tiniest ounce of respect he had left, to not push your head down on his cock. He wanted to pull your hair back, having his fists full of your hair and thrust into your mouth while you’re sucking him off. That would scare you off though. Kirishima had to opt to gripping the headboard behind him, trying so, so hard not to make any harsh movements.

Fuck, you were going at such a good pace, too that it was so hard for him. It was hard to resist you, even when he was watching your pretty lips suck his large cock, sucking him just like a lollipop. You must have known his tip was sensitive, because you loved to tease him at just the tip. Teasing and messing around with the angry, red tip with your tongue and then swallowing him whole again. It made Kirishima breathless each time. He wanted you to go at your own pace, to take your time and do what you think feels best, but god, he didn’t know how long he could take such agony. All he could do was watch you suck him off, moan and groan your name with passion. He was holding back so much, he was damn near close to tears.

“Am I doing okay?” you came up for air and wanted to check on your progress.

“Yes! Fuck! Yes!” Kirishima exclaimed with a strained voice, a little too enthusiastically and urges you back down on his cock. “Come on, keep sucking my cock, just like that.” You were only worried because he was making such strange noises that he’s never made before and you thought that maybe you weren’t doing a good job. But the little surprise in your mouth made you think differently.

Sex became a regular thing for you. As it should be. You guys were a couple! It was normal and healthy for couples to have sex frequently. There were times when you had spontaneous sex. Like at the time after the gym. It was your first time going together as a couple. Now you wouldn’t consider yourself a gym girl or even liked working out, but Kirishima was a gym rat. If he wasn’t with you or at the agency, he was at the gym. He had to if he wanted to keep up that gorgeous physique of his. Regardless, he loved the gym. And you wanted to experience something that he loved, even if it was just once. When you told him that you wanted to join him on one of his sessions, he was over the moon.

You were standing in the living room, shyly wearing the workout outfit you had just bought. You had on tight leggings that accentuated all the curves of your ass and a crop top that wasn’t as tight, actually loosely fitted. But if you put your arms above your head, your sports bra would for sure show. Kirishima’s mouth hung open and the gym bag that was hung over his shoulders was now on the floor.

“You wanna come with me to the gym?” he asked, making sure that he wasn’t just imagining things.

“Is that okay?” you asked.

“More than okay!” he said happily.

“And is this outfit appropriate? Do girls wear this?” you were concerned, looking down at what you were wearing.

“Even if it wasn’t, I’d punch anybody who says differently,” he reassured you.

And so, your boyfriend showed you around the gym. Everything was so overwhelming, you didn’t know where to start. There was a whole room for just cardio related stuff. And then there was the weight room where Kirishima spends all his time.

“You can go upstairs and do cardio if the weight room is too intimidating for you,” he told you. You looked past him at the guys lifting the heavy weights. There weren’t many people in the gym at this time. But to the people who were here, they were all so buff. They all looked like they knew what they were doing. And it was intimidating as fuck. But you didn’t want to be separated from him.

“I can just follow you,” you decided. Kirishima gave you a smile.

“It is your first time. You can just follow my routine. We’ll just use little to no weights, okay babe?” you nodded and silently followed him into the weight room.

Kirishima didn’t realize what he was getting himself into when bringing you to the gym. He thought it was going to be a fun time, sharing a hobby that he loved with you. It was supposed to be a bonding experience together. Not a horny experience.

You really meant no harm. But Kirishima was losing his patience every time you were bending down in front of him. Sure, he was looking down at your ass every now and then, because those leggings were doing wonders for you. But damn. It’s like you were doing this on purpose, to make him all hot and bothered and needy. He wasn’t able to focus on his workout because all he was paying attention to was your body. His eyes became dark when it was your turn to lift the weights.

Kirishima waited from behind as you grabbed the smallest weights and got into position. But Kiri let out a shaky breath and stared at your ass when you bent down to pick up those weights. And when you arched your back, it was like you wanted him to take you right there and then. Like you were inviting him to rip those poor leggings open and devour you in front of all these people. Thank god he was wearing compression shorts because everyone, including you, could see what you were doing to him. As soon as you got home, Kirishima wasted no time in stripping you naked and got to business.

Though, the spontaneous sex was fun, you would always love the romantic sex. There was always so much passion and so much love. Like when Kiri came home from work, super exhausted and dirty from a villain fight. Thankfully, he didn’t have too many scratches or wounds, but all he wanted when he got home was to just be by your side. You knew Kirishima loved this job. But you couldn’t help but gasp every time he walked through those doors.

“Ei, baby! You okay?” you immediately cradled him in your arms, his head resting on your shoulders. His body was black with dirt and he wasn’t his usual cheerful self. This fight must have really gotten to him.

“Did you win, my love?” you patted his back tenderly, trying to lighten the mood. That got you a chuckle.

“Always,” he responded. You smiled.

“Let me run a bath for you,” you whisper and Kirishima released you.

Intimate moments like this are what you loved the moment. Kirishima sitting in the tub, too exhausted to clean himself, so you offered. You cleaned and washed his hair, getting off all the gel in his hair so that it was now at its natural state. You scrubbed the dirt and grime off his body, but not too harshly in case there were other wounds you couldn’t see. And Kirishima laid in the warm water, back against the tub and arms out to the side, relaxed at your gentle touch.

“Thank you, (y/n),” Kiri genuinely thanked you. You hugged his neck from behind and kissed him on the cheek.

“It’s the least I can do, baby. Your job is tough enough as it is, let me take care of you,” you said, sweetly. Your pampering wasn’t done when he was squeaky clean. Since he was sitting in hot water and his muscles were relaxed, you surprised him with a massage, starting with his shoulders. Kiri leaned even more into you, if that was even possible. You worked his shoulders, down his arms and to his chest. You happened to take a quick glance and it looks like someone is hard. You smirked, kissing his cheek. Then down his neck. Kiri moved his head so you could get better access. You continued to kiss down, sliding your hands down his chest, then to his abs and finally, to the place where he needs the most release.

You gripped his cock in your hands, ever so slowly moving your hand up and down. You were in no rush, taking your time feeling his cock get even harder in your hand. Kirishima groaned and tried rutting his hips into your hands, but you let go.

“Fuck, why’d you let go,” he groaned in his husky voice.

“Like I said, let me take care of you,” you kissed his cheek. When you knew that he wouldn’t try another trick again, you got back to it. Slowly jerking him off, allowing the feeling in the pit of his stomach build in an agonizingly slow pace. It wasn’t helping Kiri either that the combination of your hand and your kisses were driving him insane. It was too slow and Kirishima was too impatient. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the tub with him. You screamed at the sudden action and before you realized it, you were straddling him in the tub.

“Eijirou!” You screamed at him. He only gave you a cheeky look. “Look what you did! I’m all wet now!” you complained.

“Looks like we have to get these clothes off ya now,” his eyes turn lustful.

“You are so bad!” you say as he leans in and captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. 

“Take your shirt off,” he demands, momentarily breaking your kiss. You don’t question him and slide your shirt off over your head. Kirishima repositions you so that you were more comfortable, but that means you were sitting right on his hard on, his tip teasing your aroused entrance. Kirishima may have ruined your romantic gesture, but he made up with it with equally romantic sex … and maybe giving you one of the hardest orgasms you’ve ever had.

Kirishima’s group of friends, for years, does not have a face or even know a name to said girlfriend. They couldn’t understand why it was such a secret. He was always talking about his girlfriend, he would have certainly slipped your name by accident by now. But his lips were sealed. Everyone thought he was lying. But there were times when he would come to work in new hickories or scratches that were very visible given his hero costume. So they, really Mina, took it upon themselves to figure out who Kirishima’s girlfriend was. 

It was after work, and these tall, buff, very noticeable heroes were sneaking around town, trying not to get caught. They climbed the building next to Kirishima’s apartment, all the way to the rooftop. Unfortunately, none of their quirks had the ability to have superhuman vision, so they had to go the old fashioned route: binoculars.

“This is fucking stupid,” Bakugou complained, crossing his arms together and actually looking away while the rest of the squad was huddled together. He didn’t know why he came along, but he couldn’t care less about who his friend was dating.

“Come on! You’re telling me you're not a little bit curious on who Kirishima’s dating?” Denki asked.

“Not really,” Bakugou huffed. But the other three were too curious that they resorted to this kind of method to find out.

“Which one is his apartment again?” Mina asked, searching up and down the apartment, looking through all the rooms before finally finding the right one. “Eek! Found him!” Mina exclaimed and that really got the boys' attention, including Bakugou’s. Sero and Denki pressed against Mina, begging her to let them have one look. They only got lucky finding Kirishima because he just so happened to be doing dishes, which were right in front of the window.

“Do you see his girlfriend?” Denki asked.

“What’s he doing?” Sero butt in.

“No. He’s just doing dishes,” Mina said disappointedly and passed the binoculars on to someone else. As both Sero and Denki took turns, it was true. They were disappointed to see no girl anywhere.

“Maybe his girlfriend doesn’t live with him,” Sero pointed out.

“Why didn’t we think of that?” Mina face palmed her forehead.

“I did. You just didn’t want to listen to me,” Bakugou retorted.

“Oi, Bakugou. Want to have a look?” Denki passed him the binoculars.

“And be a stalker? No thanks,” Bakugou declined.

“Come on. You’re already here. Can’t hurt to take one look,” Denki tempted him. Bakugou rolled his eyes and forcefully took the binoculars out of his hands and took a look. He expected to see his fiery red haired friend to do dishes and that was that. But then he saw a familiar looking face come up behind his friend to give him a hug while he was finishing up dishes. Bakugou straightened up and focused in more closely. And the more he paid attention, the more he knew he was right. There was no denying who his girlfriend was. You and Kiri were both laughing, splashing water on each other, looking so happy together. Bakugou clenched the binoculars at the sight. He couldn’t look any longer. He harshly handed Denki the binoculars back and headed for the door.

“I’m leaving,” he said harshly. When Bakugou pushed past Mina, she could see that he was… heartbroken? Mina quickly took the binoculars back and had a look for herself. And when she saw what Bakugou had seen, she tried to reach out for him.

“Wait, Bakugou!” Mina called out. But it was too late. He was already gone.

Sounds of skin slapping and muffled whimpering were echoing all throughout your apartment one morning. Kirishima had you on your stomach, ass in the air, fucking you mercifully from behind as you tried to muffle your noises using a pillow. You were embarrassed on how much you were moaning so you tried not to be too loud. But Kiri didn’t like when you did that. He grabbed a fistful of hair from the base and lifted you up.

“Let me hear that pretty voice,” he demanded in your ear.

“Ei~ji~rou~,” you called out, a strained moan came out with every hard thrust.

“That’s it, baby. Come on. You want to cum again?” Kiri bribed you. Hearts shot through your eyes and drool escaping the side of your mouth.

“Yes!Yes!Yes!Yes!” you chimed, already feeling that magical feeling coursing through your lower region. Thinking that he was going to let you cum again had you so excited that you didn't know what to do. You wanted to hold onto him, any part of him and hold him close as you came, but he was behind you and you couldn’t grab onto him at all. All you had to grip in your hands was the sheets below you.

“Keep saying my name,” Kiri demanded, not slowing down his pace at all. He rested his hands on your ass, giving it a good squeeze and a smack for good luck. He slid his cock in and out of your slick folds, fully pulling out and slamming back into you again. He knew just how you liked it, passionate with a bit of roughness to him. And that move got you seeing stars every time.

“Eijirou~!” you repeated his name over and over again.

“Fuck, (y/n), I’m so close,” he said, closing his eyes and fucked you even faster, trying to reach his own climax.

“Yes, cum in me. Cum in me please,” you begged. He was hitting all the right spots, especially your sweet spot. Where he hit every damn time.

“You’d like that, huh? You want my cum in your pretty pussy? Wanna see it leak out, huh naughty girl?” Kiri clenched his teeth as he said all those dirty things to you. Fuck, he could feel himself about to burst, he was so, so close. Just a little bit more and…

Ding dong.

You both froze. Fuck, you were being so loud and someone just had to ring the doorbell? You were sure they heard you. You ducked your head back into the pillows, embarrassed. But Kirishima was so close to cumming, he continued thrusting in you.

“Eiji, you’re not going to get that?” you asked, completely out of the zone of sex.

“(y/n), I’m so close. Let me fuck ya until I’m done, yeah?” he tried convincing you. Truthfully, that sudden intrusion took him out a bit, but now he was getting back into the zone and felt himself getting close again.

“But, it could be my Amazon order,” you said, still feeling amazing from his gifted package but also bringing it back to reality.

“They can wait,” Kirishima ignored the doorbell.

Ding dong.

It rang again.

“Babe, go get the door,” you insisted, reaching behind you and patting his arm. And then, it was like he had pissed off the sex gods and they were punshing him by not cuming. The doorbell rang and rang and rang. It was a consistent ringing, like the person at the door wouldn’t let up until someone opened the door.

“Shit!” Kirishima cursed, finally pulling out of you. You know you had told him to answer the door, but you were still feeling empty without him inside you. You flipped over and Kirishima captured your lips in a deep kiss.

“You’re fucking getting it later,” he promised when he let go. You giggled and pecked all over his face.

“Thank you,” you sang and Kiri waved you off, putting on a pair of sweats and beelined for the door.

Kirishima roughly opened the door in annoyance, his sweaty and glistening chest heaving up and down from his previous activity. He glared at the person who wouldn’t shut up and ruined his orgasm. But then was surprised to see a spiky blonde hero at the door with his signature smug look and not a delivery man.

“Bakugou?” Kirishima questioned. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re not going to let me in?” Bakugou questioned back, trying to step in the apartment but Kirishima blocked him.

“Sorry. My girl is over,” Kirishima refused entry.

“Eiji, was that my package?” you called from the bedroom, wondering why it was taking him such a long time. Kirishima knew that his friend could hear your voice clearly. And he knew that Bakugou knew something was up by the look he gave him. Kirishima started to panic, trying to think of something to say or give some type of excuse. But before he knew it, you came into view wearing Kirishima’s oversized shirt.

“Honey, what is taking so-” you ruffled your hair. And then you froze. Oh, you screwed up. Who you were expecting at the door was supposed to be some delivery man or even a random stranger, not your ex from high school. Kirishima had a panic look on his face while Bakugou looked like he was going to explode. You couldn’t even run away anymore. Your secret was exposed.

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can i get your opinion on this

The mischaracterization is INSANE /lh

Nonbinary Ixol I can fw but bro is NOT sensitive he is MENTALLY UNSTABLE and an ASSHOLE but in a funny and playful way (most of the time)

Hell he can even make himself pretty intimidating!!

Idk just

The word "sensitive" does NOT fit him

Taking from this since I decided to look it up for clarification, he does NOT act like this

I mean I do hc that he can be a bit nice sometimes to the people he likes (not meaning "like" in a romantic way btw, meaning it in a friends way), but we don't really see that canonically

Warning I am YAPPING MY MOUTH OFF under the cut

Canonically he taunts you, finds your suffering amusing, and has a pretty short temper towards you and others (especially Cyalm). His personality does switch a bit at one point (him breaking down over the loss of his voices/friends) where he does seem more vulnerable, but he is still closed off and a bit aggravated.

Now getting to the mentally unstable aspect (cuz I almost forgot about that lol)

As you can see through the dialogue for the challenge course, he quickly switches up from presumably calm to very aggressive just from a simple rejection to his offer.

Now you could say "oh it's just a simple mood swing, it doesn't show anything about him mentally-" IT DOES

did some research for myself and drastic moods swings (like the ones he's displayed above) can be a sign of mental instability

It can even be a sign of BPD! (I can even confirm this myself as I have BPD)(Though while my BPD is self diagnosed since my parents aren't willing to get me tested, I have done extensive research to make sure I was positive I had it.)

(also this isn't me saying Ixol has BPD (though I do hc that LMAO), just showing that it can be a sign that he's mentally unstable)

Pre Shattered Shardscape, at the point where Cyalm kills off the voices in Ixol's head (which I'm ngl the voices themselves could be used in the claim of him being mentally unstable too), he quickly goes mad and becomes highly aggressive and violent. This is yet another instance of these drastic mood swings.

The level of how violent he becomes could even be a sign of mental illness or instability in itself due to how it can sometimes be associated with mental illness.

Ok now let's get into his funny and playful aspect lol, this'll be the shortest part probably.

...

Just look at this dialogue bro

I can't put all my screenshots since I'm at the image limit but LOOK!! the playfulness and silliness radiates from this dialogue like it's Chernobyl

He's so silly I love him I love him so much mwahmwahmwahmwah kissing the image of ixol I put in my wallet mwamwah

Ok I think I'm getting too silly myself LMAO

I completely forgot abt how I was talking abt how Ixol was being mischaracterized and just went into an whole ass analytic essay god damn

I am normal about him I swear