#congrats on having tons of sex
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Modern AU. Agi starts her new job in Ishgard and immediately hates it.
Estinien: good morning my sexy wife have a great first day at school <3
Agnes: just leaving now thanks love you are the best <3
Estinien: NO U :D
Agnes: i’ll text you on my break love it’s pretty much the same time as last year so we’ll be good ttyl SMOOCH
Estinien: ooooooh i love smooches SMOOCH MY WIFE :D
***
Estinien: how’s it going my sweet
Agnes: um well could be better actually---kids are great but…
Estinien: what’s wrong ☹
Agnes: just getting a lot of nasty looks from some of the…more “senior” teachers and got a talk from assistant schoolmistress about my outfit
Estinien: so some old hags are giving you trouble LET ME AT THEM
Agnes: NO lol
Estinien: k :P but why are they staring? is it because you’re hot :D
Agnes: no love i think it’s because i’m fat and a hyur married to an elezen. i showed off some of our wedding pics and they got very…quiet and started giving me dirty looks (the “mean” ones are all elezen)
Estinien: fml ishgard’s come a long way but clearly people are still shitheads
Agnes: that’s one way of putting it :P
Estinien: sooo i also saw you choose your outfit last night it’s fine
Agnes: not according to the assistant schoolmistress. she thinks i need “looser” tops because my chest can be “distracting” i don’t understand…i wore this same outfit at summerford and it was never a problem
Estinien: oh agi it’s a halonic school so they’re fucking weird about stupid shit. if you need other tops we can get those no problem
Agnes: i just…i don’t understand. it’s a bloody school. i’m wearing what’s appropriate. i’m trying really hard to be nice to everyone and even brought it in baked goods! EVERYONE LOVES BAKED GOODS!
Estinien: maybe ask hami if he can talk to them? idk he’s a priest they’ll listen to him maybe? idk i’m sorry
Agnes: no it’s okay maybe tomorrow will be better! 😊
Estinien: oh agi i’m going to get you some flowers on my way home okay you deserve a pretty bouquet and some chocolates
Agnes: you don’t have to!!! oh love really it’s fine
Estinien: but i want to you’re my wife <3
Agnes: ;_; i love you so much
Estinien: i love you too my sweet girl <3 <3 <3 flowers, chocolates, and whatever shit you want to watch on telly tonight <3
Agnes: SMOOCH i love you got to head back in <3
Estinien: I’M GONNA SMOOCH THAT BIG ASS
***
Agnes: so you know how last week was…not the best
Estinien: oh no D:
Agnes: i’ve had a few parents come in and ask about a book i read to my class
Estinien: what book
Agnes: The Moogle and The Dragon. it’s about a moogle and a dragon who fall in love, get married, and help make the town square lovely with flowers.
Estinien: sounds cute
Agnes: IT IS!!!!! but some parents complained because it prompts heresy or dragonfucking or some shit
Estinien: o_O
Agnes: I HAVE READ THIS BOOK TO CHILDREN FOR YEARS
Estinien: people are so weird
Agnes: but now that they’ve complained the assistant schoolmistress (sister what the fuck) wants to go over all the books in my room and my lesson plans and still wants to talk about appropriate attire
Estinien: wtf do i need to cut some nuns because i will. i will punch them in their nun faces.
Agnes: oh goodness please don’t. i’m in enough trouble as it is…and i never had these issues in summerford.
Estinien: SMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCH well maybe you can see if there are jobs with the city schools…
Agnes: sorry got to go love you
Estinien: hey i love you more than anything and i will punch nun titties for you
***
Agnes: fml
Estinien: ???
Agnes: i need to go shopping this weekend. i also have to have everything i do in classes approved by sister twat.
Estinien: i’m so sorry sweetheart ☹
Agnes: do you know where i can get some plus size clothes in the city?
Estinien: ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm no?
Agnes: -_- okay
Estinien: listen, once i’m done with clients each day over the weekend i’ll go with you. maybe we can go into limsa or something and make it a little trip! 😊
Agnes: maybe
Estinien: agi?
Agnes: i should make some dinner or…nap idk
Estinien: agi, my love i’ll bring you flowers again and lots of cuddles
Agnes: no it’s okay. don’t bother with flowers. i’ll just…manage.
Estinien: is anyone at that school defending you?!
Agnes: the headmaster (father johannes) is nice but he seems to be rather hands off and let’s sister twat run things
Estinien: fucking hells
Agnes: anyways you have a client in a bit and i should eat or just cry on the couch it’s fine
Estinien: agi please don’t cry everything will be okay i promise
Agnes: you can’t make this better love you <3
Estinien: agi
Estinien: AGI
Estinien: AGIIIIIIIIIIIII
***
Estinien: YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GET MY WIFE INTO YOU FUCKING TWAT ASS FUCKER
Hami: hello to you too big brother :P
Estinien: IT’S BEEN BARELY TWO WEEKS AND AGI IS ALREADY DEPRESSED AND DEFEATED WHAT THE FUCK HAMI
Hami: wait what?!
Estinien: the assistant schoolmistress is making her life a living hell as are some of the teachers and MY WIFE IS SAD HAMI MAKE IT BETTER FOR HER OR I SWEAR TO FUCKING HALONE I WILL GO INTO THAT SCHOOL AND PUNCH THEM ALL IN THE DICKS AND TITS
Hami: O_O
Estinien: MAKE IT BETTER HAMI OR I WILL
Hami: please please please do not just barge in there like you always do. i wrote her a recommendation letter--- more like a character letter. i don’t know anything about that school. i’m a priest in the city, but i have nothing to do with the schools. i can ask around though. i promise. and please, for the love of the fury, do not go in there screaming and threatening to punch people.
Estinien: okay hami i promise but seriously agi is so sad and i hate that she’s sad ;_;
Hami: I’ll look into it because I don’t want her sad either
Estinien: ttyl
Hami: DO NOT PUNCH PRIESTS AND NUNS
***
Agnes: today is a piece of shit
Estinien: more sister twat problems?
Agnes: you know it and i don’t feel well on top of it ☹
Estinien: what’s wrong?
Agnes: just feeling so blah and i kinda puked a few times…
Estinien: AGI FOR THE LOVE OF…JUST GO HOME
Agnes: i think I’ll be okay…please don’t worry love <3
Estinien: you can’t just tell me you’ve puked and you’ll be okay. please go home and rest. Please.
Agnes: home to our renovation :P
Estinien: agi please you can crash at aymeric’s he won’t care or even my mum and dad’s but please go home and rest
Agnes: fuck sister twat is coming bye love you
Estinien: AGI GO HOME
***
Estinien: agi did you go home?
Estinien: agi?
Estinien: agi?
Estinien: MY WIFE
*Estinien Varlineau calling Agnes Varlineau*
Estinien: WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING? WHAT’S GOING ON? ARE YOU OKAY?
***
*Saint Reinette’s Primary School calling Estinien Varlineau*
Estinien: Hello?
Saint Reinette’s: Hello, Mr. Varlineau. This is Sister Henriette, Assistant Schoolmistress at Saint Reinette’s. I’m calling to let you know that your wife collapsed—
Estinien: Where is she?!
Sister Henriette: She was taken to Congregation Infirmary—
*Call ended*
***
Aymeric: you sent me 27 texts what’s up
Estinien: it’s agi. she’s in congregation infirmary.
Aymeric: WHAT?!
Estinien: i let her mum know and my parents and hami is here and don’t worry i texted rena and serafina too
Aymeric: what’s wrong? have they said anything?!
Estinien: still running tests and agi is asleep they said she needs rest ;_;
Aymeric: oh estinien, i’m cancelling the rest of my appointments and coming down there right now
Estinien: what if…what if something is really wrong and she’s going to die
Aymeric: o_O i don’t think so?
Estinien: i know it really hasn’t been that long but i can’t live without her. she’s everything to me.
Aymeric: you need to calm down. agi is going to need your support. you must calm down and hope everything will be okay.
Estinien: okay but her doctor is literally 16
Aymeric: WHAT
Estinien: Alphinaud Levelivur or some shit from Sharlayan who’s a visiting doctor. HE IS 16.
Aymeric: well…that’s…something
Estinien: i am freaking out…like on the inside
Aymeric: remain calm. deep breaths. i’ll be there soon.
Estinien: aymeric she can’t die ;_;
Aymeric: i’ll be there soon
***
Agnes: hey ladies just letting you know that i’m in congregation infirmary but i should be going home tomorrow <3
Rena: AGI I AM COMING BACK TO ISHGARD OMG
Serafina: estinien texted us. how are you feeling?
Agnes: better 😊 but i do have some news
Serafina: oh?
Rena: TELL ME FOR FUCK’S SAKE I AM LITERALLY DYING
Agnes: i’m pregnant…with quintuplets
Rena: O_O
Serafina: O_O
Agnes: yeah i had that expression too tbh lol
Rena: quintuplets is…how many
Serafina: five…FIVE O_O
Agnes: you know it’s funny during the house hunt we had joked about five babies at once and omg it’s happening
Serafina: how’s estinien taking it?
Agnes: he’s feeling all the feelings. he’s happy that i’m okay but worried and also very smug that “i made five fucking babies” lol
Rena: he’s such an idiot
Agnes: he’s not!
Rena: …agi he is but as long as you’re okay that’s what matters
Serafina: this is a lot lol
Agnes: no shit lol oh and btw i quit my job just as i passed out lol
Serafina: LOLWUT
Rena: AGI THAT IS SO EPIC
Agnes: i told sister twat that i couldn’t take it anymore and i didn’t think i was a good fit and then i passed out lol
Rena: holy shit
Serafina: seriously lol
Agnes: yeah lol nurse is back to take vitals i’ll text you two later okay love you <3
Serafina: love you and congrats <3
Rena: love you and REST OKAY <3
***
Luci: Five babies. Fucking hells lol
Esme: Haha yes it’s quite the surprise! 😊
Luci: I hope Agi is going to be okay. I mean, I know she is. I know. I just worry.
Esme: You’re her mother of course you’d worry. I am too. And so is Stini.
Luci: He looked like he was going to shit himself when they said five babies lol
Esme: Oh Stini, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he did.
Luci: …do you want to share with the rest of the class, Esme? 😉
Esme: In person. 😉 We’re going to be grannies! 😊
Luci: If only Corrai were still here. He’d be so happy to be a grandfather. ☹
Esme: He’s with us, Luci. He’ll be with Agi, Stini, and the babies. <3
Luci: <3 You are such a love, Esme. I’m so glad our children are married and we get to be grannies together!
Esme: Best Grannies Ever! I can have shirts made or mugs!
Luci: Ooooooh yes! Lol I just imagined your son with five daughters
Esme: Oh dear, Stini would have his hands full!
Luci: He would die lol
Esme: Hahaha I can just imagine five granddaughters driving him insane, and it’s just too funny! 😊
Luci: Agi is calling ttyl GRANNY <3
Esme: Tell her I say hi <3
***
Estinien: ARE YOU RESTING?!!?!?
Agnes: yes love I’m resting :P
Estinien: do you have water? food? soft pillows? a blanket?
Agnes: omg yes i’m fine i’m lounging in bed. got water and gonna watch some telly. i’m fine please don’t worry <3
Estinien: you are pregnant with our FIVE babies and you quit your shit job and I WORRY. YOU ARE MY WIFE AND I WORRY.
Agnes: all this stress isn’t good for you either though. besides, my mum is coming up so that’ll be fun! 😊
Estinien: …oh? she’s going to be in our reno mess?
Agnes: lol she isn’t staying overnight. she’s going to hang with me in our room.
Estinien: i need to look over the backsplash for the kitchen again…
Agnes: OMG NO
Estinien: why?!
Agnes: because you’ve changed your mind three times already!!!! just let it go! we need to make decisions and stick to them or else this renovation is NEVER GOING TO BE FINISHED, ESTINIEN!
Estinien: …but it’s our perfect home i want it perfect for you and our babies
Agnes: omfg it is already perfect everything is great PLEASE STOP
Estinien: …i’ll stop on the backsplash
Agnes: for fuck’s sake i love you so much but holy shit
Estinien: i love you too SMOOCH now about the flooring in the third bedroom…
Agnes: o_O
Estinien: jk lol we can talk about that later :D i love you so much you’re already the best mum ever <3
Agnes: you are far too kind and i love you so much too sexy <3
Estinien: i made five babies lol
Agnes: WE made five babies :P
Estinien: okay but my super sperm made five babies :D
Agnes: you are too much lmao
Estinien: estinien the trainer more like estinien the jacked super strong dad of five babies with a SEXY WIFE :D
Agnes: lmaoooooooooooooooo omg you need to stopppppppppppppppppppppppppp
Estinien: can’t stop won’t stop SMOOCH love you ttyl <3
Agnes: love you too sexy SMOOOOOOOOOOCH
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HELLOOO!!! CONGRATS FOR THE 550 FOLLOWERS ON TUMBLR I HOPE U GET MORE FOLLOWERS BC UR WRITTING?? DELICIOUS 💗💗
But I would like to request seungcheol + dilfism ?? Like have u SEEN that man??
Thank you!! Have a good day!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE MAN <333 thank you for sending this in! LOVED writing dilf cheol. i swear this man and his sexiness of 30s will be the death of me. inspired completely by his new glasses look at caratland 2024.
this is a part of my 550 followers event, but requests are now CLOSED.
genre: smut, enemies to lovers, age gap, dilf!seungcheol, lawyer au.
word count: 13k words.
warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ nsfw content. 13 YEAR AGE GAP, mention of suicide, single dad!seungcheol, a ton of legal terms (not vouching to be accurate because i am neither a lawyer nor a law student nor is my research perfect), seungcheol is a bit selfish and toxic (but there's a redemption arc), ANGSTY angst, but A LOT OF FLUFF TO COMPENSATE. smut warnings: protected sex, oral receiving (f and m), mild dirty talk, implicit size kink, implicit spit kink.
"it's my first case!" you whine in surrender, slumping on the shoulder of your friend, as you both re-read the case file in front of you for the n-th time this morning. yoona pats your head, but she knows even she can say nothing to console you. it must be either sheer bad luck or some unknown person's vengeance, that you're against choi seungcheol in the very first case of your life.
y/l/n y/n: the lawyer of the plaintiff, hwang seola.
choi seungcheol: the lawyer of the defendant, KNT enterprises pvt. ltd.
nothing can save you from losing your first case in the worst way possible. not even the stellar letters of recommendation from your professors. not even your exceptional performance in the national lawyers examination process. not even your diligence during your interning years that's earned you the title of golden rookie. everyone expects you to make it big, including yourself- but that's clearly not going to happen if you lose the very first actual case you have to face in your life.
"at least no one will mock you for losing," yoona says in a meek voice. you scoff indignantly, "as if that's any comfort. still doesn't change the fact that i'm going to start off my career on the worst foot possible. why does my luck have to be so shitty?"
"hey, think about the positives. imagine how much of a learning experience it'll be. i know best how much you consider seungcheol as your idol."
you sigh. five years ago, when seungcheol had blown up across the country because of his historic debut in the court of corporate law, winning case after case and setting precedents that were welcomed with open arms, you'd looked up to him. five years ago, he'd walked into your college for an invited seminar during your first semester and blown your mind away. five years ago, you would cry in joy at the opportunity to even spend a minute in the same courtroom as seungcheol and see him in action. five years ago, he'd been the ideal man of your dreams- perfect in every damn way possible.
the only issue with that is that he's still the ideal man in your eyes. even if losing the case against him won't make your nervous, just being in close quarters with him for long hours will make you infinitely nervous.
"maybe i should recommend boss to let you take up the ca-" you tease yoona, and she squeals, whining protests instantly. "no thank you!" you laugh, hoping to lighten the tension of the moment. but the relief is only temporary, and the weight of the upcoming case lingers in your mind for hours later.
_
the first trial of the case is a week later. before that, you decide to change your mindset to a better thought process- even if you simply assume that you're going to lose this case, you're still going to give in your 100% so that you can step away with no regrets and only more knowledge gained. the first step to that, of course, is speak to your client personally, without the intermediation of the firm you work at.
mrs hwang turns out to be a woman just a few years older than you. the primary reason why she's suing the company her husband used to work at is because her husband had been driven to suicide by the constant pressure in his workplace to keep some illegal activities and fraud under the covers, which had not only harmed his mental health and morals but also affected the way his superiors judged his work performance. she may be young, but she's lost her husband merely three years after their marriage, and just one look at her face makes your heart ache in sympathy.
this isn't the first time you've seen such a case. during your years of study, you've studied plenty of cases involving companies ill-treating their workers and leading them to take up drastic steps in desperation. not only does this case come under a serious mistreatment of employees under labour laws, but also violates laws governing corporations which demand them to steer off illegal activities and maintain integrity. it's a very interesting case, and you're highly intrigued and instantly drawn into the case. there are several nuances that you know you may miss out by a hair's breadth if you're not careful. but you cannot take chances. if you have to even put up a fair fight against choi seungcheol, you're going to have to leave no stone unturned.
at the end of your discussions with mrs hwang, you're fully convinced that the company is indeed at fault here. however, you're going to have to prove it in court with the meagre evidence you have- which is low anyway, considering how big companies use their financial and social capital to turn such cases remarkably in their favour. the primary example of that being them getting seungcheol, the country's top corporate lawyer, to represent them, while mrs hwang can only hire you, a rookie lawyer at a lesser reputed firm.
however, as you walk into the courtroom, you convince yourself to not think about how the odds are against your favour from the first moment itself, to calm your nerves. you're here to debut with a bang, and you will fake it till you make it.
_
it doesn't work.
it doesn't work because the moment you enter the courtroom, you see choi seungcheol sitting next to the defendant's CEO on the other side of the room, dressed in the most immaculate suit, his glasses perched on his nose as he inspects the documents you've submitted in court prior to the trial as preliminary evidence. when you walk towards the bench you're going to sit at, he looks up at you.
it's a careful, measured glance. a glance of confidence, a glance of self-awareness. he knows he's going to win. and yet, he smiles at you indulgently.
moments later, he meets you halfway across the room.
"good morning. i'm seungcheol," he extends his hand for a shake, his nose upturned as he looks down at you with an aura that nearly blows you away. you wish that you hadn't worn heels tonight- because if he keeps looking at you like that, your knees are going to give up.
"of course, who wouldn't know you?" you steady your voice mustering a smile.
seungcheol's smile does not change. "it's nice to meet the golden rookie finally."
his words send shivers down your spine. there's just something about meeting your idol from so up-close that you want to submit instantly to his infinitely higher knowledge and experience to you. there's also something particular to him that's affecting your mind and body- because if seungcheol at thirty-one was handsome, he's absolutely godly at thirty-six. he's aged like fine wine- the rimless glasses sitting firmly on his nose, tiny wrinkles around his eyes, and a few graying hairs around his sideburns.
you don't get a chance to respond as the judge enters the court and you're pulled away to your bench, sitting next to a very nervous-looking mrs hwang. you forcefully drag your eyes away from seungcheol, who still has that tiny smile on his face as he talks to his client, and focus on your client, giving her much-needed confidence boosts (needed both by her and by you).
_
as anticipated, the first trial does not go well. it's just your fucking luck that the judge knows seungcheol already- but then, it was wrong of you to not consider that already, knowing how famous he is. on top of it all, mrs hwang breaks down in the middle of seungcheol's questioning, shaken completely by his straightforward questions and uncaring gaze, and the court gets adjourned, leaving you stranded without any proper progress against seungcheol's stronger case. the next trial is scheduled for a week later. you wish you could think that your work has been cut out for you, but it's far from that.
the second trial comes quickly- but it doesn't let you progress much further. seungcheol looks even more nonchalant on the second trial- dressed in another suit, he's less fierce today during his questioning. you don't notice it, because you're too flustered with your own work, but his eyes stray towards you more often. his eyes glaze over with something soft every time you make eye contact, and you immediately look away, like you've been caught in the act. but seungcheol doesn't let it slip- he keeps up his passive aggression when he's shaking hands with you before exiting the courtroom.
"tough luck, rookie. focus between the lines more."
his words make you even more nervous than before, but you put on a brave face for seola's sake. this motivates you to change your gameplan, and you decide to stop focusing on existing evidence, which is scarce, and use more verbal reports of other employees who have willingly stepped up to speak the truth after the suicide of their friend and colleague. by the time you're just three days before the third trial date, you have a solid set of verbal witnesses who will provide evidence on your side, but every time you feel slightly more confident than earlier, seungcheol's voice rings in your ears and you lose all hope.
on the morning of the fourth day, you receive an email from your boss.
y/n, please attend a lunch meeting on my behalf with some of our older clients (whose list i have attached below) today.
you jump to the opportunity- being provided a chance to interact with the old clients of the firm is a lucrative opportunity to impress those who've stayed with the firm from the beginning (and naturally, have graduated into stakeholders at the firm).
so it's safe to say you're in for a rude shock when you reach the lunch spot at a five-star restaurant along the banks of the han river, and find none of your clients but instead you find seungcheol waiting for you.
_
"close your mouth and stop drooling," jeonghan's voice somehow appears in his mind when he sees you enter the restaurant. "you make it obvious how hot you find women in suits."
but seungcheol cannot take his eyes off you. hasn't been able to for the last two times he's seen you. even if the courtroom is no place for indecency, he's had plenty of indecent thoughts whenever he's seen you, dressed in your suits and blazers, your curves prominent and your hair tied up in a practical ponytail. he should not think like this about you- he knows it. you both are set up at natural odds because of the case- but somehow, that makes him more interested in you. and seungcheol would not have it any other way. he looks forward to each trial of an otherwise boring case just to see you- the passion on your face whenever you're arguing your case, the way your mouth opens in shock whenever seungcheol casually dismisses a piece of information you've clearly worked hard on, the way you stare in exasperation at the witnesses when they speak against your stance, the hunger in your eyes whenever you're questioning his client, and the fire in you that burns you to work harder before each trial. seungcheol hasn't seen a lawyer as passionate as you in many years- most would have given up even before starting just due to his formidable reputation, but you're not even intimidated by his on-brand dead stare that works on everyone.
"i was told i'm here to meet clients of my firm. i didn't know you hired our firm for your personal needs," you cock an eyebrow as you stand in front of him, and seungcheol smirks. that attitude does nothing to filter his thoughts.
"would you have come if i'd invited you personally?"
you open your mouth to say something but he beats you to it. "have a seat, please. let's enjoy lunch."
you do so immediately. submissive. "but i still don't understand why i'm here." bratty.
he places a finger on his lips as the food he's pre-ordered arrives. the smell of the delicious food breaks your frigid attitude, it obviously helps that seungcheol's ordered your self-proclaimed favourite dish on your public instagram account. "i'm sure you must be hungry." seungcheol digs in himself, his eyes on yours as he carefully licks the spoon clean. your eyes flicker to his lips instantly before you're staring back into his eyes, defiance laced in your gaze. you pick up the spoon and start eating as well. seungcheol smiles.
i'm a dad to two daughters. i know how to tame brats.
after a few minutes, he finally speaks. "do you know the first step to winning a battle, rookie?"
you look up and tilt your head slightly in question.
"knowing your opponent."
"i already know you."
"that's what you think. that's why you're not going to win."
your eyes flash with anger. "are you just going to rub that into my face? is that why i'm here?"
"so what? you don't want to win? isn't the most loved story of human history the tale of the underdog?"
"frankly, my opponent isn't even you. it's your client, who isn't even here. so i don't understand the point of this meeting."
"so much can be learnt merely through observation, rookie. you can't know someone by looking at their annual reports and how much money they pay their employees."
"i don't need to know anything more than that! unlike you, i don't wish to meddle in people's personal lives to win cases. i don't need your brain games."
seungcheol chuckles. "the courtroom is nothing but brain games, rookie. think how far facts can take you, and then think how much further imagination can take you."
you gasp, pinching your nose. "i'm sorry, what? imagination? i'll win on evidence and evidence only. i used to admire you as an icon of law. but now, when i see you defend an obvious criminal with such blatant stubbornness, i'm having second thoughts."
"obvious criminal? are you telling me you've obtained the evidence you need to prove my client guilty in court?"
"and what if i do?"
seungcheol sits back, squaring his shoulders to his full stature. "you shouldn't tell me about it then, rookie."
"when you'd walked into my law school five years ago for a seminar, this wasn't the choi seungcheol i'd grown to love as an icon."
fuck. five years ago? just how young were you?
"i'd advise you not to get emotional about the case. the courtroom is no place for admiration or lov- or any other emotions."
"and yet, you have no desire to live up to the expectations of hundreds of law students like me who look up to you? you don't care about the youth you're letting down with this attitude?"
"why should i? i'm surviving just fine, aren't i?"
by this point, seungcheol can see the way your nails dig into your own palms in frustration. it's so amusing, how emotionally you're dealing with this. in a world of black and white, seeing you behave gray in every scenario makes seungcheol think he's lived thirty-six years of his life incorrectly.
finally when you cannot come up with any rebuttal, you stand up, dragging your chair on purpose to make noise. "there's absolutely nothing more for me to talk to you about. i hope you've learnt about me today, choi seungcheol. i've certainly learnt a lot too." and you walk away before he has the opportunity to say anything.
_
lunch with seungcheol leaves you shaken and stuttering. even as you open the door of the cab outside and ask the driver to take you to the office without a second thought, you spend the entire journey lost in your own thoughts. every little moment of the meeting lingers in your mind, unsettling your confidence. from the way he calls you rookie to his quiet arrogance and confidence, everything about him is so frustrating and yet... he draws you in. your perception about him has definitely changed after today, but even with the added understanding of just how selfish choi seungcheol can be, you can't ignore the sheer attraction you feel towards him.
it stays on your mind through the next three days. and on the morning of the third trial, you're stuck with two different thoughts plaguing your mind.
the first: a genuine concern about how the third trial is going to pan out. it's likely to be your last chance to even bring the judge's opinion to your side, because if you can't present good enough evidence today, there's no way to sway the jury to your side.
the second: choi seungcheol is a man who annoys you but you also have this innate craving to impress him. your respect for him hasn't changed, but your conversation with him has revealed to you just how cutthroat the world of law really is. and his suave attitude, the confidence with which he's so sure he's going to win, and his infinitely superior experience to you makes some part of you so desperate to seek his attention and impress him. show him that you can do well too. show him that you're not going to make beginner's mistakes. show him that you're more than a mere rookie.
but when you walk into the courtroom, seola next to you, your sunglasses perched on your head, you stare at the empty bench behind you. it was supposed to be full with the four witnesses you'd invited today and were relying on to sail through the the third trial. frantically, you ask your colleague who's assisting you in the trial, "where are the witnesses? are they running late? can you ple-"
"they're not going to come today, y/n."
seungcheol's icy voice cuts through the chaos and reaches you sharply. you spin around to find him dressed immaculately in a midnight blue turtleneck that shows off the stubble growing down his jaw.
"sorry, what?"
"you heard me the first time. none of them are going to come today."
"and how do you know?"
seungcheol smirks as he shrugs and takes a step closer towards you. "i have my ways, rookie."
you're fuming at this point, but you really can't speak your mind because seola breaks down in tears right next to you and you can't help but shift away your focus from seungcheol's dangerous eyes and take care of her.
it's honestly a miracle that after the complete sweep that seungcheol presents in the third trial, with no new evidence nor substantial evidence from your end, you still get another chance at a fourth trial, scheduled two weeks from now, in a pitiful announcement from the judge, imploring you to use this final chance to collect as much as evidence as you can.
_
when the trial ends, you ask seola to go home, and you lock yourself up in a bathroom stall in the court building, trying to come to terms with everything that's come to pass today. it's been an overwhelming morning and you're still shaken badly by it all. every moment you spend in this world with seungcheol, he seems to make it his personal mission to show you that there's no place for softness or emotions in this cut-throat world.
when you exit the washroom, you find seungcheol standing outside, an unlit cigarette between his lips.
"did you bribe them?"
he turns to look at you, his eyes clearly wide in surprise. "what are you saying?"
you take a step closer to him, your entire body shaking with fury. "did you bribe the fucking witnesses?"
"we're in public, woman, control your tongue."
"i'm not ashamed of anything i'm saying though, are you?"
seungcheol's lips twist in distaste and he drags you away from the public place to a quieter spot secluded near the parking lot. "i understand you're frustrated because of that no-show today, but you're speaking nonsense-"
"i'm speaking perfect sense, seungcheol! only you knew that i was going to bring in witnesses today."
"only me?"
"except two people at my firm, one of who is my best friend, and the other is a colleague who's assisting me in the case."
"who knows? maybe your friend's the snitch-"
you step closer to him, seething in anger. "don't you fucking make false allegations, choi seungcheol!"
"you're the one making false allegations here, really."
"you'll have to admit it, seungcheol. someday. if all your fame and reputation has been through such cheap tricks and under-the-table dirty business, you'll have to pay for it-"
"or what?" seungcheol puts back the cigarette between his lips, and lights it with a lighter. he takes in a big puff, and exhales right into your face. "or what, y/n? maybe you should take my advice instead. and stop making rookie mistakes."
as he walks away from you, you shout behind him, "i'm going to expose you, seungcheol!"
"empty threats, la la la." his voice trails back, sending shivers down your spine, as you're left alone in the dark parking lot, wallowing in your own pathetic helplessness.
_
your search for further evidence has led you to a complete dead-end. the most important thing that you need, the one that will clinch the case for you absolutely, is any - even one- document directly coming from KNT to seola's husband. unfortunately, you've gone through his emails and fax multiple times, but found nothing. nothing on his laptop, no hard drives, no soft drives, no external devices, nothing on his mobile phone or other such devices either. today you're searching all his belongings again and again, but it's still the dead-end. you realise that there's no point looking for more witnesses because seungcheol's just going to drive them away by whatever tricks he's using. and you're confident that seungcheol's thinking a step ahead of you- so any new evidence sources that you might come up with now might have already been dismissed by seungcheol through some back-up plan of his.
"seola, i need you to think once more, please. did he use any other device apart from the one at his office and the one at home? any laptop or any other mobile phone?"
"no... i can't remember anything else, really. we couldn't afford anything more too..."
you grimace. "i hope you don't get offended, but i'm sure he received quite a bit of money from whatever services he was providing KNT. enough to motivate him to keep quiet and hold on for so long. otherwise an honest man like him wouldn't want to get into this mess, would he?"
seola doesn't reply immediately, tears silently dropping down his cheeks.
you sigh and place a hand on her shoulders, rubbing softly as she breaks down into more tears. in the last few weeks, you've become surprisingly quite close. you've comforted her through her worst moments, feeling compassionate both as a woman and as a lawyer. and she, in turn, has helped you without any qualms, in not just the case but also lent a patient ear to you whenever you've wanted to rant, made ramen for you whenever you've worked till late, and let you stay over at her place whenever the rain outside's become too torrential for you to take the bus back home.
after a few long moments, seola is finally able to gain back her composure. "y/n.... he did mention something about an outstation office... towards the outskirts of the city. he used to go there twice a month. he told me it was for sending out packages to the other branches of the company... but maybe you could see there once?" your eyes light up with excitement as you hear seola's words. is this finally the breakthrough you'd been looking for through high and low? is this finally going to be your trump card to win the case? your rational side tells you to not become overjoyed immediately, but something in you is desperate to see that cockiness wiped off seungcheol's face, and bring him down to earth from whatever higher place his arrogance has placed himself at.
"seola, can you give me any tentative location for it? i'm going to go check it now."
"now? but the forecast is showing there's going to be thunderstorms tonight! there's so much thunder grumbling out there-"
"it doesn't matter, seola. i can't afford to lose any more time."
_
seungcheol's been stuck in traffic for almost an hour now, and the windshield wiper is absolutely useless in preventing the rain from cascading on his front window. the rain is relentless- just like the thoughts tormenting his heart. the reason he's returning home so late is because there had been a dinner party at the workplace cafeteria, hosted by his colleagues and closest friends, jeonghan, joshua, wonwoo and minghao. they're all lawyers with their own reputations, and the only friends they all have now. the point of the dinner? celebrating seungcheol's (upcoming) win in the KNT vs mrs hwang case. (and also to get seungcheol's mind off y/n, who's distracted him from his work all week, ever since their encounter at the parking lot of the courthouse.)
it'd been a mistake to stay out for so long. a sheer lapse of judgement, and seungcheol has not choice but to curse at himself right now. his daughters have called him already, their voices sleepy as they stay up for their father to return home to eat ice cream with them, before they fall into bed.
"and yet, you have no desire to live up to the expectations of hundreds of law students like me who look up to you? you don't care about the youth you're letting down with this attitude?"
y/n's words ring in his mind.
as the rain pours down cruelly, seungcheol's heart lets out silent cries.
he's a failure.
he's failed his family. thirteen years ago, when his parents had cast him out of their house after he'd failed to get a job at a good law firm.
that attitude's gonna get you nowhere, kid! stop running your mouth and focus on your work!
he's failed his first love. nine years ago, four years before he'd finally made his mark in the country's law scene, his wife had divorced him and left their children with him, because he'd not been able to earn enough for her.
stop being such a social activist, seungcheol! the world isn't soft like you. stop being so stuck up and emotional!
and now he's failing his daughters. day after day, they'd stay up late, waiting to spend some quality time with their father. night after night, they'd end up sleeping alone because seungcheol's insomnia didn't let him sleep with them. month after month, he'd promise to take them to their long-due vacation, but he was always too busy to take leave for two weeks at once. year after year, they'd wait for him to come to sports' day but seungcheol could never make it.
appa, if you can't take us to jeju... can we go for the school trip this year to jeju? all our friends are going to go for it...
all these painful thoughts triggered simply by one person- you. you're an unprecedented variable in his life, someone he couldn't even imagine to be a part of his life even a month ago. and yet, you've made him feel so many emotions, that had become dormant for years, in such a short span of time.
he's disappointing you too.
he doesn't know why it hurts what you think of him. seungcheol had thought that at thirty-six, he's finally ascended from these petty thoughts. but somehow your judgemental gaze, your innocent words and your fresh perspectives have shaken him to the core.
or perhaps he does know why, and he doesn't want to acknowledge it.
you remind him of himself.
but you're far better than he was. he'd been a coward, a loser, too quick to give up, and too hasty to drown in his own pity party. you're a fighter, a challenger, not accepting the cruelties of status quo, and too passionate to give up your sense of justice just to fit in with the cut-throat dirty reality.
you're 10 times the lawyer than he could ever be, and something about that makes him so inexplicably drawn to you.
because you're the person he's always wanted to idolised.
no wonder that when you'd told him that you'd looked up to him as an idol, he'd laughed at himself.
the traffic jam disperses slowly, and seungcheol breaks out of his daze. the clock shows 10.30 pm, and the rain shows no sign of stopping. thankfully, the traffic is now moving smoothly.
_
after almost half an hour of standing at the bus stop, waiting for something to pass by, there's finally a car with a very bright beam slowing down in front of you. it's a private car, but you hope it can give you a l-
"what are you doing here?!" the words escape your mouth as soon as you notice who's in the driver as the car window rolls down.
"get in, rookie."
you consider hesitating, but seungcheol's car looks warm... and safe. so you do get in, hating how there's water everywhere you're touching, spoiling the clearly expensive leather of the seats. but seungcheol doesn't say anything even as you shuffle in and finally settle on the passenger seat.
he thankfully doesn't ask you anything as he lets you take a breath and get warm enough. so about five minutes pass before he asks you, "what were you thinking, standing out there in this rain?" his voice is low, almost cracked, but laced with serious concern. you notice that he's still dressed in his typical suits. is he returning from work so late?
"i had work here," you say carefully avoiding the connection about the case.
"so late at night?"
"it was important."
"that it couldn't wait till the morning?"
"no."
you're aware by the way his jaw is clenched that he's getting annoyed by your short answers. but you have no option except to be as vague as possible- his mind works too fast for you.
"where's your home?"
you tell him the locality, and he sighs. "that's on the opposite side of town."
"i know, just... maybe you can drop me at a more crowded bus stop? the one where i was waiting was a bit remote, but a more crowded one will definitely have more frequent buses-"
"you're out of your mind."
"huh?"
"just because you're irresponsible doesn't mean i will be too. i cannot and will not leave you in the middle of the road in this rain so late at night."
"seungcheol, i don't want to barge-"
"you're not barging into anything. you'll come home with me, change into drier clothes and sleep in for the night so that you don't fall sick."
"y-your home?"
"yes. do you have a better idea?"
you gulp, his gaze stern. you don't have a better idea, in fact getting to change into warm clothes and get into someone's house sounds divine right now. the only problem is that it's.... seungcheol's home. if you can't handle him in his everyday suits, you wonder what thoughts seungcheol in his natural abode will spark in you.
"i'll always be grateful to you."
seungcheol nods, and the rest of the journey is silent.
_
seungcheol doesn't know yet if it's a good or a bad idea. he did it as an impulse- perhaps some part of him hopes he's still redeemable in your eyes, so he wants to do the right thing for once. but he won't know if it's the right think for everyone until he reaches home.
when he parks the car and takes you up to his flat, he can hear the television blaring harry potter from outside the flat, and he can see the way your eyebrows furrow at the sound. so he slowly unlocks the door, to reveal his two daughters sitting on the couch, undoubtedly watching their favourite harry potter movies again, wearing identical pyjamas specially designed for the identical twins.
he can hear you gasp as you step into the house, and the girls come into your view.
there's an awkward moment of silence and staring, before sol comes running to him and wraps herself around his waist. "appa! we're right at the last scene of prisoner of azkaban, your favourite part!"
seungcheol almost tears up. how can they welcome him so warmly every night even though he's come home so late?
he clears his throat. "sounds like you've been having fun, girls. but first, say hello to y/n unnie-"
"imo," you whisper next to him, your figure shrunk with the cold.
"no unnie," he whispers back. "this is choi sol, our maknae, and that's choi byul, my eldest." the girls wave and shyly say hello, their dimpled smiles flashing politely as they bow. you bow back, "hi sol and byul! sorry you're meeting unnie in this state~"
"are you also a lawyer?"
"did you get caught in the rain?"
"do you work with appa in his office?"
"do you want fresh clothes?"
you giggle at the contrasting questions from the two girls, their starkly different personalities evident. "yes, yes, no, and yes please, if you could be so kind," you smile back, your dainty lips curving into a pretty bow that takes his breath away. sollie shifts from where she'd been wrapped around seungcheol to take your hand gently. "do you think my clothes will fit you? i think byul's clothes will. she has a very warm nightdress..." and she drags you away to her room, welcoming you in without even a single moment's hesitation. byul is more reserved in her welcome, but still warm. she follows the two of you shortly, and seungcheol is left at his doorstep alone, but filled with such a flurry of emotions in his heart that leaves his soul warmed unlike he's felt in years.
about twenty minutes later, he comes out of his bathroom after a refreshing warm shower, his hair soft after the shampoo. he can hear voices from the kitchen, loud-pitched voices of his daughters and the softer, lower voice that he recognises as you.
"unnie, do you want to have ramen?" byul's voice rings out. "we were going to have ice cream but you might feel too cold for that." sol adds, "did you eat dinner, unnie? didn't appa eat dinner with you?" "no, w- we- he picked me on the way when he saw me stranded in the rain. we didn't have dinner... together."
seungcheol's heart breaks and heals a little at the same time. he's taken the right step for now... but seeing his little girls like this have generated images and thoughts in his mind that he had shelved away forever.
the idea of a family.
the idea of giving them a new mother figure.
as he walks towards the kitchen, he can see the way sol and byul cling to you although they've met you barely half an hour ago. perhaps it's because they don't have any cousins and you feel like a sister? perhaps it's because they like bossing over adults, especially since they boss over him so much? perhaps it's because they've already been charmed by your magnetic appeal- your softness and your innocence, mingled with an intelligence that lets you befriend everyone.
"are y'all annoying y/n already?" byul immediately faux pouts, and he can see your eyes light up. "seungcheol, she looks exactly like you," your voice whispers with the revelation. "yes, she's my daughter. kinda expected, don't you think?" he laughs. it's sarcastic of course, because sol and byul actually resemble him more than any other father-daughter pair he's seen in his life. it's almost like they haven't gotten any of their mother's genes. and seungcheol doesn't really regret it. it's been nine years, he's gotten over that pain. his only regret is to not be able to provide a second parent to his children, who'd grown up in spite of being cut off completely by their mother. and his busy life has left him with no space to date or even think of marriage...
except right now.
right now, when he sees you wearing byul's nightdress that barely reaches your knees, cooking ramen with sol sitting on the kitchen counter next to you, chatting away about harry potter, and byul carefully carving out ice cream into bowls for the four of them, seungcheol thinks maybe it's time.
maybe he's found the one.
and maybe, he's already fallen beyond scope to return.
_
you didn't get much chance to talk to seungcheol last night, but when you wake up on the guest bed the next morning, you can see him as soon as you open the door. he's sitting in the balcony, sipping a cup of tea, reading a newspaper, his glasses sitting prettily on his nose.
"morning," your voice is still raspy in spite of your sleep being perfectly fulfilling.
he turns to look at you, his gaze uncharacteristically soft, much different from how he sees you at court.
"hi. tea?"
you nod, and wobble over to sit next to him. the tea clears your throat a lot, and you can finally open your eyes wide enough to see the glorious view from his balcony. so you soak in the nature for some time, while seungcheol buries his nose into the newspaper again.
"i didn't know you were a father."
seungcheol hums. "did you like them? my girls? they liked you a lot."
"can't help but not like them. they balance each other so perfectly- as if they're your twin personas."
"that's deep."
"but it's true."
seungcheol chuckles and goes back to his newspaper. the morning air hits your face and you feel so much more alive than you'd normally do on a thursday morning. "when do you have to get to work?" he asks you.
"i still have about an hour and half left."
"will you go home and then-"
"yeah. the office is really close to my place, like a minute's walk. so i'll leave soon, don't worry-"
"you'll stay for breakfast." seungcheol says firmly. "the girls will want to see you before you leave."
and you can't turn that down. so you simply nod in agreement, carefully taking a look at the man sitting across you. seungcheol at home is so unimaginably different from seungcheol at court. if he's fire in the courtroom, then he's water at home. he's cold and practical in the real world, but with his daughters, he's the most gentle person you've met. something about the soft smile he gives when he indulges his girls. something about the way his eyes light up whenever they talk to him about anything, even if it's trivial. something about the way he's taken care of you since last night, not just giving you a shelter during a terrible night but also giving you so much warmth from his personal life. it's all made you see a completely different side to seungcheol than you'd met at the courtroom, and it's changed the way you've grown to see him completely.
now you know that seungcheol was not harsh to you that day at lunch, he was simply being realistic. his cockiness and arrogance is just self-confidence, it doesn't define who he is as a person. and he's still a man you can look up to and admit, without shame, to yourself that this is the ideal man in your eyes.
your phone pings right then, and you open it to see the mail that's arrived.
the cup of tea almost slips and falls from your hands as you jump up in your seat in joy. seungcheol looks up at you in alarm, "what happened?" your smile is bright, just like the sun this morning. "i have an emergency at work, i'll have to leave now! please say goodbye to sol and byul from my side!" and you rush into your room to change into your clothes from last night, still damp but at least cleaner, and you literally run out of the house, waving and thanking seungcheol again and again, leaving him very very confused indeed.
_
seungcheol feels incredibly at peace the next day when he walks into the courtroom. even though you'd disappeared suddenly like that without any explanation, he's quite sure that he's back in your good books. not that it matters much- because what really counts is how he's feeling about himself. and after many years, he's feeling good. the usual guilt that engulfs him as a whole every day as he wakes up to face a new morning, isn't bothering him. he feels like he's achieved something, he's done something right, and he's going to get better from now on.
but as soon as he pushes open the doors of the courtroom, he feels like he's missing something out. everyone on his side of the bench seems flustered as hell, papers rumpled and expressions distraught. but he doesn't get an opportunity to ask what's going on because you catch his attention first.
"seungcheol, can we talk for a second?"
"not right now, i have to talk to my team-"
"this is urgent. you'll want to hear this, i promise."
seungcheol lets out a long sigh as he takes in your words. there's a crisp confidence in your words today that intrigue him. "okay go ahead," he finally replies.
"in private, if you please." he follows you wordlessly out of the room, and you lead him out towards a small isolated office in the corner of the building, that's totally deserted. seungcheol leans back against the closed door, completely silent as he waits for you to settle your papers and finally look up at him.
"so what's this about? you wanna kiss me or someth-"
"you're going to lose the case today. i've found enough evidence to prove the absolute guilt of KNT, and the ceo will go to jail by the end of the court session today."
"you're bluffing me."
"i can show you the evidence, but i'd rather you'd see it in court."
"then why are you telling me this now? to pity me?" seungcheol's mouth fills with bile as a dread settles over him. the tables are turned- now he feels as rattled as he had seen you feel that day at lunch. what if you're being serious right now? what if you've actually found incriminating evidence? but he's gone through all potential sources of evidence with his client, left no stone unturned to hide all tracks-
"so that maybe you can step off the case in time. do you really want your daughters to find out you've been defending your client for so long knowing you're defending a criminal?"
seungcheol's heart skips a beat.
"do not bring them into this."
"i'm not bringing anyone into anything. this is just me being nice to you because i know what it feels like to be disappointed by someone you look up to."
"do you hear what you're saying, y/n?" he takes two steps closer to you. "this is borderline blackmail. i don't even know if you're bluffing or not, and you're already blackmailing me using my daughters. have you fallen to the same crude level i'm in? are you going to disappoint me like this?"
his words have the expected effect on you. he can see your cheeks flush pink. "seu-seungcheol, don't twist my words." you take a step back, your back straightening as he sees confidence seep back into your face.
"and maybe you should stop worrying about my morals and worry more about how badly you're going to lose the case. from next time, don't make rookie mistakes." your finals words, before you leave the room, ring in his ears and cause goosebumps to erupt all over his skin.
as soon as you're gone, seungcheol slams the desk in front of him, his brain running at a hundred miles an hour. what might have slipped from his sight? what might he have missed? he immediately calls the ceo of KNT enterprises.
"what have you been hiding from me?"
"oh? mr choi, what happened to greetings? good morning to yo-"
"nothing's good about today morning, mr kim. what have you been hiding from me? i'm not going to ask you again."
"nothing! i've bared my entire soul to you for the case."
"mr kim, there's a fresh piece of incriminating evidence that's been found, and i cannot do anything to stop mrs hwang's lawyer from submitting it to the court unless you tell me what it is exactly."
"mr choi, you're mistaken, there's nothing left to be wiped-"
"the first rule of a client and lawyer relationship," his voice is seething and snarky, volume rising with each word, "is that you should never lie to your lawyer." seungcheol knows if mr kim was in front of him right now, he'd be quaking in his shoes. he can imagine a similar situation on the other side of the phone too. he knows he's intimidating enough when he wants to be.
"i didn't think it would be important-"
"you're not the person to judge what's important and what's not, mr kim."
there's a sigh and the voice becomes shaky.
"there's an outstation branch..."
_
the case ends unceremoniously. there are no paparazzi waiting for you outside the courtroom, ready to capture your life's first win. there are no cameras flashing on you, no historic moments being documented, no crowds gathering to celebrate this win for the masses.
there's just seola's happy tears and a wildly beautiful feeling of victory in your heart as realisation ultimately sinks in for you. it's a clean win- the evidence showing unmatched proof of orders coming from KNT to mr hwang, detailing all sorts of illegal activities and even records of payments being made to mr hwang. it's really crazy how it's not been eradicated cleanly already by seungcheol. clearly, either he or his client had underestimated you.
but you'd proven them wrong.
yoona's the only who comes to see you outside the courtroom after the win. there's a bright smile on her face as she hugs you and congratulates you. seola promises that she's going to take you out on a treat right now. other colleagues from your workplace call you to congratulate you on the win.
and yet you feel empty.
seungcheol's gone. he hadn't come for the trial. he'd not been in the courtroom for the final statements, his aide quoting something about a family emergency. he'd run with his tail between his legs, ashamed of his failure and finally realising his stupidity. this thought should be giving you satisfaction, but surprisingly, it doesn't. it leaves you feeling empty, still wanting something even though you've won the case just now.
but there's no way to reach out to him. you don't even have his number for god's sake, and it would be awfully awkward to go to his house. and what would you say? that you missed seeing his sad face in court when the verdict was announced? that you wanted to see if he'd be proud of you for winning the case? that you wanted to impress him by beating him in the case cleanly without any dirty tricks? so you go to eat out with yoona and seola, and decide to stop thinking about seungcheol any further.
_
it's about seven in the evening when you make it back to your tiny flat in a shabby part of town, the house dark as you'd left it in the morning after rushing home from seungcheol's place. you smile to yourself when you unlock your home using the password on the door, thinking of how you'd been with seungcheol's adorable daughters last night, and how much fun you'd had with them.
your bag falls from your hand as you open the door.
"seungcheol?!" your voice is a shaky whisper, shocked to see him inside your house. "how the fuck did you get in?"
he's still wearing the suit he'd worn in the morning, and yet he looks divine in the dim reflection of lights from the world outside the window.
"your password's your birthday. got it on my first try."
"and how do you know my birthday?"
he takes a step closer, his body towering over yours. "shhh. it's called knowing your opponent."
there's something so oddly intimate about seeing him in your flat, in the shadows of your home. the street light illuminates one side of his face, and you can't breathe because of how gorgeous he looks.
"why do you know my birthday, seungcheol? really it's not going to help you in any way-"
"it did help me get into your house."
you lightly pick up the bag from on the floor next to you, and you walk past him. "which brings me back to the first question. why are you here?"
you're purposely avoiding his gaze, the intensity making you feel things. there's a plethora of emotions in your heart right now- finally the emptiness in your heart dissipates as you can feel yourself surrounded by seungcheol. you're taking off your blazer, untying your hair, walking over to the sink to wash your face... but you can't ignore the way you can feel seungcheol's eyes on your back. his heady scent clouds your senses, and you feel weak in your limbs. first he's intruding your house, and now your heart too?
"i have a question to ask you." he speaks after a long time, when you've finally cleaned up and taken out a cup of strawberry yoghurt from the refridgerator.
"you could've asked me on the phone." you lean back on a wall, putting yourself as far away from seungcheol as possible in your tiny flat. he's in the darkness, you're in the light, but you're still feeling small and vulnerable under his gaze.
"i couldn't. it's serious." he starts walking towards you.
"seungcheol, if this is about me trying to expose your shit, i'm not going t-" seungcheol puts his hand on your lips, pushing you against the wall.
"fuck that. this isn't about that."
you cock your eyebrow, mumbling against his hand, "then what is it about?"
seungcheol doesn't answer at once, his gaze continuing to pin you against the wall, and a hand comes around you to trap you between his bigger body and the wall. "seungcheol?"
"answer me honestly, okay?" his voice is raw, slightly wobbly, and you're getting more and more curious. you nod slowly, encouraging him to say whatever's on his mind. but he doesn't say anything. a few minutes pass just like that- or maybe an hour. his scent makes you dizzy, you can't think of anything but how his big figure is over you totally.
"when you said you looked up to me in college... i know i ruined that image. b- but... can you... fuck. wait. canyoueverforgiveme?"
"what?" you ask, confused at what he just said. he removes the hand from your mouth, standing even closer than before.
"can you ever forgive me? will you let me show you a better side of me? can i ever get in your good books again?"
your breath stops for a second. why does this matter for him? doesn't he already know the state he's left your heart in since last night- ever since he'd brought you into his car, he's already been promoted to your ideal man again.
"show me a better side of you? what do you mean, seungcheol?"
he sighs for a second, before straightening his posture, becoming impossibly even bigger.
"will you ever see me as a man, y/n?"
your knees almost give in. the fuck is his implying? are you dreaming this? is this a fever drea-
seungcheol leans in and kisses your cheek, close enough to your lips, his breath falling on your skin, and making your body tingle. "will you let me show you myself to you like this?" on instinct, you tilt your head away to give him more access, your body shivering with the intimacy. so he kisses your cheek again, closer yet to your lips, and you turn your head slightly to capture his lips, but he moves away.
"y/n, don't leave me hanging please. i know you might find this odd... but i've come to feel things for you that i didn't even know remained in me. you're an extraordinary woman, one of a kind. in all my life, i haven't met anyone like you. not even my ex-wife. you don't know this yet but you're the ideal image of perfection i've always thought of."
then he stops talking for a second, clearly expecting an answer from you. but your mind can't form words, not with the way you have tunnel vision on his face right now, your eyes drifting to his pretty cherry lips, to his long eyelashes, to the beautifully expressive eyes you've fantasised about since your college days.
"y/n, say something please." his voice is desperate, and you break out of your daze.
"you're my ideal man too, seungcheol. you have no idea for how long." there's a blush creeping on your cheeks, but in the dim yellow lighting, you can see an identical blush rise on his cheeks too. so you lean in and finally kiss his elusive lips, feeling the taste of his chapped but pretty lips on yours, feeling the way his body steps even closer to yours, one arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you to him, and your body melts as you feel the warmth from his body. the kisses slowly grow in pace, the momentum rising, as he kisses you more and more hungrily, his tongue entering your mouth too, as he begins to bite your lips and leaves you breathless and moaning just from a few kisses.
"god, rookie. you sure know how to kiss."
"i know how to do a lot of things, seungcheol." you know you're bad at dirty talk, you've never really succeeded at it during your few college experiences of sex. but somehow, seungcheol's eyes roll back at your words and you feel his heartbeat quicken up too. maybe it's working on him?
you try to test your hypothesis by gently wrapping your hands around his neck, slowly untying his tie, slipping it to the floor. once it's off, you rub your hands all over his chest, feeling the pure hard muscle flex under your muscles. his breathing is as hot and heavy as yours, and you slowly untuck his shirt from his pants, unbuttoning it carefully.
"must you torture me like this, y/n?" his eyes are glazed over, but you look up at him innocently. "what, seungcheol?" "fuck it, you're such a tease, princess." princess. he pushes you against the wall and kisses you again, one hand wrapped around your hair as he pulls you in, and another hand helping you unbutton his shirt and get it out of the way. seungcheol doesn't stop kissing you even when he begins to unbutton your own shirt, but his hands wander all over the skin he slowly unravels. it's like his own adventure mission, the gentle but urgent way he touches your skin, almost worshipping.
"you're so perfect, y/n." you whimper when he cups your breasts from over your simple black bra that does nothing to flaunt your tits, but somehow seungcheol's appreciating it all. are you really his perfect woman?
"do you mean it, seungcheol?" your voice is so weak, but it takes seungcheol aback. "what do you mean, y/n? you don't think i find you beautiful? is that why i've been dreaming about you every night these days? is that why you're always on my mind? is that why i died and came back from heaven last night when i saw you with my kids?" your breath hitches as he tilts your face to look at him. "you're the most perfect woman i've ever met, i told you. you've gotta believe me, y/n. or do i have to show you?"
"maybe, yes?"
he groans at your words, and his eyes become darker. "fuck, where's your bedroom, babe?"
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seungcheol's touch is like moonlight caressing the ripples of a pond at midnight. a soft, gentle touch that lights up every inch of your skin that he touches. as the moonlight kisses the water and makes it ebb and flow with it, seungcheol's movements guide your body too. he's laying you out on a bed, his hands wandering all over your skin. as he takes in your figure, you let him, because he's making you feel so good. he kisses all over your body, your limbs tangling as you can't get enough of each other. seungcheol is all muscle, his hard planes flexing against your supple skin. he pins you against the headpost of your small double size bed, one hand wrapped around your waist, and the other caressing your breasts, making sure there's not even a single inch of your skin that's left untouched.
"did i tell you i think you're perfect?" his words are feverish, and leave you lost for words. so you can't reply to him, hoping he gets the way you feel about him too through your desperate whines and moans, pulling him closer if he puts even a hair's distance between your bodies. something about him being so big and engulfing your smaller stature is so hot, you can feel yourself getting aroused by the minute.
"seungcheol, i w- want to... touch you," you finally whisper out, and he pulls away from where he's been kissing your neck. "but you are?"
you shake your head and shove him lightly until he's on his back, and you're hovering above him. he's still wearing his pants while he's stripped you naked, so you do the honours for him. "what are you doing," his voice is strained. "want to touch you there," you focus on taking his trousers off until he's just in his underwear under you- his bulge quite obvious to you. if you weren't wet enough earlier, seeing the massive wet patch on his grey boxers leaves your own underwear soaked. is he this aroused because of you?
seungcheol seems to read your mind as he brings your face towards his own, whispering with hot breath, "do you see what you do to me, princess? got me wrecked and ruined." his confession is so raw, you lean in to kiss him again. as you do, your hand wraps around his clothed dick, and he groans into your mouth. "fuck fuck fuck," he curses as you begin to rub it softly. "i'm going to cum right now if you do that- babe, p-please!" he finally gets your hand off his dick, eyes large.
and then you giggle. something about seeing seungcheol so desperate triggers something off in you, makes you more determined to ruin him. so you pull off his boxers and take his erect, red cock straight into your mouth. seungcheol's body trembles with surprise, your name leaving his mouth in broken moans as he cannot take the pleasure of your mouth sucking him off in an excruciatingly slow speed. and you don't stop, even when his hand comes around the nape of your neck to keep you in place, even when you feel his entire body tense up with the imminent orgasm. you don't stop until he comes inside your mouth, spewing string after string of his hot seed, and you swallow it all. his breathing is laboured as he watches you lick off the last bits of the orgasm from his dick.
but your self-satisfaction of having the upper hand only lasts for so long. seungcheol's competitive side kicks in soon and he quickly flips over to pin you under him on the bed, his teeth nibbling at your chest, leaving pretty hickeys all over.
"let me return the favour, darling."
you don't know what he means right then by return the favour, but never in your wildest dreams, did you think it would include seungcheol burying his face into your cunt, his nose rubbing against your clit as his tongue laps up your wetness.
"fuck! no- seungcheol- pl-please, cheol!"
"do you want me to stop?" he asks you, his face barely moving up inches from your pussy to look into your eyes.
you hesitate before answering, so he softly kisses your stomach. "tell me, princess."
"i've never done this before..."
"what? sex?"
"no. oral. like no one's ever gone down on me before..."
and seungcheol doesn't waste another minute. he uses his teeth to push aside your panties and inserts his tongue right into your sloppy cunt, and you scream out his name. he doesn't go slow, and you don't want him to go slow. he's showing you all the stars in the sky, so you grab onto his hair to move his head back to a particularly good spot, and he moans incoherently when you tug at his locks. and within minutes, you're reaching your high, your screams getting stuck in your throat as you close your eyes and arch your back off the bed.
thankfully, seungcheol gets his face out of your cunt and hovers over you to take in your writhing figure under the impact of the orgasm.
"so how was your first experience?" he asks you when you finally open your eyes and look at him, his lips smeared with your essence and his body.
"heavenly," you whisper, before pulling him into you, and kissing him again. you can get drunk on his kisses. he's leaving your lips abused and raw, but when he's spitting into your mouth, you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer, feeling the toughness of his back muscles shift under your touch. this position ends up making his cock graze against your clit, and you jerk in overstimulation. but you can feel how hard he's getting with the kissing and the way your hands are tugging his hair. the heavy length rests on your stomach, and seungcheol pulls away.
"need to be inside you now, princess." his words have this rawness to them- long gone is the smooth-talker lawyer choi seungcheol. it takes several moments for you to process that you've caused him to descend to this desperation.
"do you have a condom?" he asks you.
"hmm, i do." you point towards the dresser next to your bed, and he casually bends away to take it out from the dresser. you're getting more turned on by his easy flexibility, and as soon as he's got the condom rolled on to his dick, you pull him for kisses again.
"patience, baby," he laughs, as he pulls away again after kissing you, to nudge the tip of his dick on your folds. "nooo, need you now. need your lips." "did my kisses break you?" "i think so," your voice is a whisper and he leans in to kiss you again, a beautiful smile showing off his dimples.
and then he's slowly pushing inside you, making you whine out his name as you feel him stretch you. it's not an easy fit, but his kisses make the pain easier to bear. when a tear escapes your eyes, he asks you, his eyebrows furrowed in concern, "is it very painful?" "not very but it's been a while." he leaves kisses on your hairline. "i'll be gentle, princess."
you grip his locks tighter, pulling his face away to make eye contact.
"you better not dare, choi seungcheol."
something breaks in him. his hips begin to move faster, as he pushes your hands above your head, holding them as if handcuffed, and he's biting hickeys all over your neck. he's thrusting harder now, and your second-hand bed is already making noises. but it seems to arouse you more for some reason. something about him shaking everything around you and moulding you and everything about you to him makes you want him more.
you can't stop moaning his name, as he whispers into your ear, "i can feel how close you are baby. can feel your cunt clenching around me." "pl-please, cheol. need you more, please!" "more? faster?" you nod feverishly, and he pulls away, biting his bottom lip in concentration, one hand gripping the bed, and the other your leg around his waist, as he fucks into you.
you take in his full form, towering over you like adonis. beads of sweat falling down his pecs and his hair falling into his eyes. the sight is so beautiful that you cum right then, even as seungcheol fucks you through the orgasm.
you can feel that he's close, his dick twitching inside you, as he's making your eyes roll back. even after one orgasm, he keeps fucking you. "give me one more, baby. cum with me." and then he shifts one hand to rub your clit, and you moan under the additional touch. the last straw is when you clench around him so hard that he lets out a strangled moan and reaches his climax too. you can feel the condom become warmer, and you tremble all over as you cum again because of that sensation.
when your eyes open again, seungcheol's pulled out from you, but he sneakily lets in a finger in between your folds and licks it clean.
"seungcheol?" your broken whisper makes him look up at you.
he smirks. "you taste like nectar, baby."
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seungcheol's insomnia doesn't let him get a full night's sleep on most nights. if he's lucky, he'll sleep for four hours at once, dreamless rest that leaves him fully charged for the next day. on other days, he'll stare into the night sky for hours, sleep eluding him. some nights he'll go to his daughters' room, and watch them sleep, his heart filling up with a warmth that's comforting like chicken soup. on other nights, he'll open his laptop, put on his glasses and finish his case files.
everyone wonders how seungcheol is so efficient at his profession. only he knows why.
but ever since you've come into his life, everything's changed.
he can no longer focus on work. he's distracted, making silly typing errors and forgetting details. but he's sleeping the best ever in a long time. he doesn't remember when was the last time he'd slept this well. it must've been before the fights had started with his ex-wife.
today, seungcheol sleeps for eight hours straight.
and he knows why.
it's because he's wrapped around you, your body melting into his under the duvet. your head's resting on his arm, but his arm doesn't hurt at all. your hair shines with the sunlight streaming in through the gaps between the curtains, but you sleep through the slight pouring into your eyes. you look particularly angelic today morning, and he feels his entire being shiver with the new-found affection for you.
you're his.
finally.
well, hopefully.
jeonghan had told him yesterday when he'd told him about his feelings for you, you've not been turned down until you've been turned down. so shoot your shot.
and oh, he had shot his shot. shot it too fast in fact. the clarity of the morning makes him suddenly worry if going straight into your bed last night had been too quick and you'll think poorly of him now. then there's the worry about you going to sleep without eating dinner last night- what if you wake up angry? another worry crops in his head as he realises it's a saturday. he doesn't have to go to work today, but you might have to. what if you get upset at him for not waking you up on time? the warm, glorious light in seungcheol's heart dims slightly as he realises you have so many reasons to turn him down.
so he lightly shakes you, whispering your name in your ear, until he feels you whisper out a soft five minutes. it makes his heart melt again, but he's more worried about you missing a work day.
"wake up, princess, you're going to be late."
as if hearing a magic word, you jolt awake, staring right into his eyes.
"late?! what's the time? fuck, it's nine-thirty!"
"it's saturday though. do you have work today?"
and then you fall back on his arm with a huff.
"saturday! of course i don't have work today. why did you wake me up!" you whine and turn around so that you're now snuggled into seungcheol's bare chest, your hair only slightly tickling him. the warm light in his heart shines bright again as he feels you cling to him.
"i didn't know if you work on saturday or not." seungcheol leaves a kiss in your hair, and you let out a satisfied sigh.
"now you know. never forget, okay? never wake me up on weekends."
never forget.
"i won't." another kiss in your hair. another sigh that makes his chest buzz. another kiss. and then you open one eye to peer at him, and he smiles at your cuteness. so there's another kiss, and then another, and then-
"stop!" you move out of his arms, giggling, your eyes finally open.
"i can't. you're too cute."
"shhhh!" you lean in to kiss him on the mouth, a gentle peck, and seungcheol takes the opportunity to wrap you in his arms again. "don't go far away." he's more serious that his tone implies, but somehow you realise that too. so you snuggle in closer, your head almost on his chest now. "i won't."
after a few long minutes of you being still in his arms, and him smelling your scent through your hair, you finally shuffle and pull him down so that his head is now resting on the pillow and you're resting your head on your palm, perched on the pillow using your elbow as support, looking down at him with clear fondness in your eyes.
"you're very romantic today, mr choi."
"do you not like it?"
"no. on the contrary, i love it."
at your words, he smiles, and you let out a fake gasp. "the rabbit has dimples!" and you attack his face with kisses, leaving him giggly and blushing as you smother him with love.
when you're finally done, he pulls your face in for a kiss and then you go back to your position to look at him from above.
"come lie down next to me."
"no this view is prettier."
seungcheol scoffs, hiding the way his heart is racing with your words. it's been years since anything barely romantic- a few dates here and there. but this is teenage seungcheol again, falling head over heels for a girl with a pretty smile and a cute way of speaking her mind.
"this view is the prettiest," he says and he's rewarded with your pretty smile again. so he spends a minute staring at the view, taking in your beauty.
you've not been turned down until you've been turned down. so shoot your shot. somehow jeonghan's nagging voice comes up in his head again and makes him remember that he's yet to ask you properly.
so he counts to three and says it.
"i like you, y/n. a lot. as i told you last night."
a strawberry latte blush taints your cheeks.
"and as i told you last night, you're pretty much my dream man, seungcheol. i've been crushing on you since my freshman year."
well that was easy.
"that long?" seungcheol feels his confidence cruise back, a smirk on his lips.
"don't laugh at me."
"i'm not. it's just unbelievable that you liked me back then. i wasn't even well off back then."
"who even cares about that! you were confident, manly, intelligent and passionate about your work. and so, so handsome. how could anyone not like you?"
"am i not handsome now?"
"of course you are, silly. that's why i still like you." you roll your eyes, as if it's so obvious. "i couldn't even date guys for a long time because i kept comparing them to you in my mind."
seungcheol's eyes go wide. "wait, really? that's kinda sad."
you laugh. "maybe, but who cares? none of them were nice in the end. that's why i kept going back to crushing on you." you lean in to kiss the mole on his cheek.
"how long has it been since your last relationship?"
"hmmm, about seven months? broke up before i graduated."
"and sex?" he hopes you can't see the way he's holding back his breath as you answer. "about a year."
and then he lets out his breath.
"and you?" you ask him, running your fingers through his hair.
he hesitates before replying. "nine years," his voice is weak.
and then you do what he's been fearing for so long.
you laugh.
"wow. that's like... that is long." but your expression changes into a serious one soon. "but you haven't lost any of your technique yet. so it's a win in my books. i don't even have to be jealous of anyone else. who was your last lucky lady?"
"my ex-wife." seungcheol winces as he mentally prepares himself for all the reasons you might turn him down.
but you don't. your serious expression remains even as you're surprised. "you were married? is she the mother of sol and byul?"
"yeah."
you nod your head slowly, digesting the information. after a second you say, "i can't fathom why anyone would leave you and your two perfect little girls."
seungcheol's smile turns bitter. "she did. but it doesn't matter. she's found a better life now, after moving away to the US with her new husband. and i've found a better life too, moving away from her."
you nod again. "you're very brave, cheol." and you kiss his cheek again, and seungcheol's heart swells at how maturely you've handled this conversation. but there's yet more reasons for you to reject him.
when you pull away to look at him again, you softly ask him, "are your daughters okay with the idea of you dating again?" dating. there are tingles all over seungcheol's body as you finally quash all worries from his mind. "i haven't explicitly discussed this with them," he says with some hesitation. "that being said, i think they like you a lot. you made a very strong first impression. and trust me, for ten year olds as stubborn as mine, a first impression is all that matters."
"they're just like you," you giggle, your hand fondly cupping his cheek. "but seriously. they like me as a friend... as your colleague. what if they don't like me as your... girlfriend?"
girlfriend. seungcheol wants to flip you down on the bed and make love to you all over again, but he resists his urge. he settles for wrapping his hand around your hips and caressing them. "they'll love you, princess. they've longed for a mother figure for long enough." after a pause he says, "i'm worried they'll not see you as a mother figure but as a sister."
you burst out laughing. "what?!"
"i'm much older than you, y/n."
"so?"
"i'm thirty-six, y/n."
"that's not old. i'm twenty-three."
seungcheol chokes on his own words. "exactly. i'm literally old enough to be your father, y/n."
"well, you'd have to become a father really really early then," you say, laughing.
"y/n, be serious."
"i am being serious. i've met men who're twenty but act like they're forty. what really matters is what you've got here-" and you poke at his chest where his heart's supposed to be.
"i'm going to die thirteen years before you!"
"darling, i don't think that's how death works."
darling. seungcheol's heart hammers against his chest as he pulls you in for a deep kiss. and then you pull away from him. "you're a dilf, seungcheol. that's like 80% of why i'm attracted to you. bet i wouldn't be attracted to twenty-three year old you." there's a teasing glint in your eyes, but seungcheol still whines as he feels upset at your teasing words. "babyyyy!" you laugh at his deepening pout, and lean in to kiss his pout in a peck, before getting out of bed.
seungcheol's mouth falls open as he takes in your soft curves which look even more alluring in the daylight. something about the way your ass sways as you walk makes his dick twitch in interest, but seungcheol curses himself. he can't be thirty-six and this hormonal, for fucks' sake.
you open the closet door to pull out a loose t-shirt and shorts, wearing them without any underwear. "do you want to stay for breakfast?"
a lazy grin spreads on seungcheol's face as he stretches his body in bed, relishing the way you ogle his stretching biceps, and he casually pushes the blanket away from his hips to reveal his toned stomach to you too.
"i want to stay for the rest of my life, rookie."
he's left with no doubt of reciprocation of his feeling as he sees the blush on your face as you hide and run from him at his cheesy words.
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actually you know what, let’s fucking talk about this. i’ve been tiptoeing around the words but they need to be said. the reason some people find it normal to talk shit about pillow princesses or stone tops/bottoms is super obvious. i’ve talked plenty about consent on here and the implications of why it is so categorically odd to pressure someone who is stone into breaking their boundaries but i haven’t said it in full. it’s rape culture, plain and simple.
as lesbians and sapphics (venn diagram that however you fit) we often separate ourselves from patriarchal constructs, and happily so. the problem though is thinking we are beyond it’s influence in certain rights and therefore unaffected in our own decision making processes. we are absolutely not, as we well know. in these patriarchal-led relationships there is an unspoken, and sometimes spoken rule (because communication is a large hurdle for the unexposed) that you reciprocate pleasure, and if not then there is something wrong with you. if not, there is something wrong with you.
it is deemed generally fine to ‘convince’ someone to push their own boundaries for the sake of their partner’s pleasure. and this is meant to be fine, because pleasure in this context is about gratification, not respect for another person’s body and well-being. fuck that. this is rape culture in action. never have i EVER tried to convince someone to do something they haven’t wanted to do. know how i know?? because we talk about it and i get to understand exactly what their enthusiastic consent looks like/sounds like and what their boundaries are. rape culture isn’t always someone saying no and another person saying yes anyways. it’s wearing someone down and shaming them with the idea that they’re not doing something they ‘should’ be doing.
the act of violating someone’s boundaries this way absolutely is a form of sexual assault. just because it wasn’t violent doesn’t make it any less a violation. our community needs to be better at identifying red flags. if you see someone talking shit about stone identities, ask them why. the only legitimate reason when you get right down to it, is that they are bothered by the lack of reciprocation. i’m a switch, a full switch and i have never had a problem sleeping with people who are stone. we see this even in romantic relationships, where it becomes an issue of “you don’t want me” as if sexual interest is an inherent sign of affection. this is unhealthy!!! stop!!!
i’ve even been in relationships where we were having tons of reciprocal sex and then they mention down the line they feel like they might not be a switch like they thought and you know what my reaction is?? happiness. i’m happy for someone because they know what they want and don’t want. they understand themselves better and want to feel safer and more comfortable and have MORE enjoyable sex. i’ve never felt as though i lost anything and i’ve certainly never felt as though i was owed anything. the idea of being in sexual debt to someone is the absolute worst. this ‘eye for an eye’ culture around sex is disgusting and it has fostered the nonchalance of talking shit about people who are stone.
when i’m out and i hear someone make a derogatory joke about pillow princesses specifically, i ask them what they mean by that and they truly flounder in attempting to explain themselves. there is no reason to make a joke except to say “i don’t respect the way they choose to have sex privately of their own accord and to their own comfort with partners that make them feel cared for.” to anyone that jokes like that, congrats. you just outed yourself to be as bad as kyle at the beta sig frat house. not only do i not want to sleep with you, i can’t get away from you fast enough.
stone-identifying individuals definitely don’t need your wackass opinion. trust me, they’re doing exceedingly well for themselves without you. this is a community issue that stays alive because we don’t do enough of a job to call people on it when it comes up. even causally thinking of someone’s consent as conditional upon your own self interests and benefit, is a furtherance of gratification-based sex culture. you don’t need to be sleeping with stone tops or bottoms to respect them. human decency isn’t something that should be earned through shared history. i don’t care if you have never and will never sleep with someone who is stone (that you know of).
all you’re expected to do is educate yourself and not minimize rape culture. both are much easier to accomplish than said culture in our society would have you believe, especially when you stop treating people like faceless generalizations and objects to talk shit about <3
#sstexts#like i’m not trying to blast bc it’s an opportunity to learn but yeah i do get violent inside over this#i could talk about this for hoursssss and go on about how it feeds into our community but i’ll end it here#wlnb#wlw#lesbian#sapphic#lgbt
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The Legend of Zelda: stats of the kingdom
A Statistical Analysis of Popular Fanfiction in the Legend of Zelda Fandom on AO3
I like numbers and stats and for some unfathomable reason I find it calming. So over the past couple weeks, I’ve been making this spreadsheet!
DISCLAIMER: This is not a judgement of the quality, value, or merits of any of the fics on this list. It's just me being curious about what's popular with the Legend of Zelda fandom on AO3.
Feel free to go explore the spreadsheet. My own observations and analysis under the cut.
TL:DR, Link has a lot of kinky sex. Sidlink and Zelink are vying for who’s the most popular ship. Also, this fandom has a shit ton of sub categories that are truly islands unto themselves and have their own conventions.
Methodology: I'm including all fics from the first page of AO3 results (20 fics per page) sorted by:
Hits
Kudos
Comments
Bookmarks
Anything tagged under the Legend of Zelda and Related Fandoms tag that was in the top 20 most hits, kudos, comments, or bookmarks made it into the spreadsheet. This ended up including 51 fics in total.
I put all the fics into one single spreadsheet in order to compare the differences between fics that are really high on the kudos count but not the hit count, or what has a lot of comments but fewer hits. Basically, I'm throwing a lot of things together to observe what gets engagement and looking at patterns that emerge!
Popular fandom subcategories:
Botw (41 fics tagged as such)
Linked Universe (9, including one mostly set in the world of BOTW)
OoT (2)
(I do wonder what it would be like to run these numbers on other fanfic sites, given the popularity boom of ao3 over the last 15 years or so. But also, Botw was an insanely popular game even by Zelda standards, so… who knows?)
Tags:
Character tags: Obviously, Link was by far the most popular character, but here are the characters that had a minimum of 3 appearances per category. Yay champions!
Zelda
Sidon
Mipha
Urbosa
Revali
Daruk
Story tags: Again, just going by sheer numbers, here are the story tags that appeared at least 3 times in every category:
Slowburn
AU – canon divergence
With honorable mentions to fluff, angst, double penetration, anal sex, amnesia/memory loss, and mute or selectively mute Link, who all cracked above 3 instances in 2 separate categories.
Relationships:
This was a tight race, but shoutout to Sidlink for eking out the win for the most highly rated ship in the Zelda fandom with 13 fics qualifying in my ranking. Zelink is close behind at 10 fics. (That being said, Zelink takes it by volume: 7,797 fics tagged as Zelink vs Sidlink’s 2,193)
Other popular ships:
Revalink (8) (this one surprised me! I didn’t realize my beloved birb was so popular)
Miphlink (3)
Link/Monsters (2)
Sidon/Reader (2)
Ganzelink, Ganlink, Malink, Miphzelink, and Miphzel all made single appearances.
(Pls don’t start ship war discourse in the notes kthanx)
All right, let’s deep dive into the numbers!
Fics in all 4 categories:
Interim - starkraving
Sands of time -tirsynni
Congrats you are officially the most popular Loz fics across all of ao3! at least according to my particular scope of analysis.
Fics in 3 categories:
Displaced - socksock
Drown In Me - bacchanalia
Alone We Fight - SilvermistAnimeLover
Blood Moon Rising - MarquesGillette
Popular authors (people who show up more than once in multiple categories sorry comments georg)
MarquesGillette
MaryDragon
SilvermistAnimeLover
ObakeAri
Hits:
Top 5 most popular fics by hit count:
Displaced - socksock
Interim - starkraving
To Save Hyrule - orphan_account
Sands of time - tirsynni
Drown In Me - bacchanalia
First page by hits:
Min: 117,917 – Sidon’s Epic Pining Adventure (ObakeAri)
Max: 189,622 – Displaced (socksock)
Average: 145,385
Average wordcount for fics with the most hits:
140,909
Kudos:
Top 5 most popular fics by kudos count:
Excuse Me While I Kiss This Guy - Icka M Chif
Interim - starkraving
To My Dearest Friend - surveycorpsjean
26 Minutes and 42 Seconds - T_5Seconds
Blood Moon Rising - MarquesGillette
First page by kudos:
Min: 4917 – Finding Link (Umbreonix)
Max: 10321 – Excuse Me While I Kiss This Guy (Icka M Chif)
Average: 6981
Average wordcount for fics with the most kudos:
41,136
Comments:
Top 5 most popular fics by comment count:
Carlos from MarvelandZeldaFan's Children of the Heroes - KR5
This is an Adjuration - notfreyja
My Art - KR5
Sidon's Epic Pining Adventure - ObakeAri
Priestess of War - KR5
Woohoo! You all get to meet KR5 aka Comments Georg. Comments Georg has long conversations and RPs in the comments of their ao3 posts, which are usually fanart. TO BE CLEAR, THIS IS TOTALLY FINE AND COOL! I think it’s quite delightful! However, it does completely bork my ranking system because outside of comments, these posts do not have a lot of engagement (like, less than 100 hits and less than 20 kudos) and I don’t think they count towards my analysis of “what is popular in the Zelda fandom writ large”. But they qualified based on my criteria. Which I think speaks to the weakness of my criteria more than anything else tbh…
Anyways, shoutout to Comments Georg for truly showing off what it means to be a statistical outlier.
First page by comments:
Min: 1568 – The Quiet River Rages (MaryDragon)
Max: 43808 - Carlos from MarvelandZeldaFan's Children of the Heroes (KR5)
Average: 4131 (which goes down to 2042 if we exclude KR5’s impressive max, which is a full order of magnitude more than notfreyja in second place with 3470 comments. Very much demonstrating the power of a statistical outlier!)
Average wordcount for fics with the most comments:
275,593
Bookmarks:
Top 5 most popular fics by bookmarks count:
Interim - starkraving
Excuse Me While I Kiss This Guy - Icka M Chif
Sands of time - tirsynni
To My Dearest Friend - surveycorpsjean
Alone We Fight - SilvermistAnimeLover
First page by bookmarks:
Min: 973 – Expatriate (thehoyden)
Max: 2984 – Interim (starkraving)
Average: 1468
Average wordcount for fics with the most bookmarks:
70,027
Fic Ratings:
G: 3 (literally all fanart from KR5)
T: 22
M: 8
E: 17
Unrated: 1
Observations:
I ran this twice. Once including crossovers, and once excluding crossovers. This filtered out a lot of large drabbles and things like “flash fiction fuckings” which, no judgment, you do you, they just weren’t super relevant for what I was looking for. If you wanna see these stats including all the multifandom stuff that shows up, here’s the link for that:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1DXDKXutIzVC-Iac93fFSDohAkphrn67yV-DmRt9xXmU/edit?usp=sharing
(I’m going to break academic professional analysis here and get on my soapbox for a sec – please don’t post big multifandom one shots where you tag like 20 different fandoms and every single kink that gets written about across 103 different chapters. This is literally what series are for. These kinds of things just clog up the tags, and it also makes it harder for people to find the things you’ve written that they want to read! I know this was a convention on ff.net, but this is not ff.net! We can make authors' lives and readers' lives easier!)
There were 38,427 fics in the tag “Legend of Zelda and Related Fandoms” (including crossovers, that goes up to 41,634). I manually added one back in though because it was entirely a botw story, just loosely inspired by another game.
Linked Universe fans comment a LOT. Strong correlation between high comment and Linked Universe fandom subsection. Y’all are very involved and active, and you show support to your authors. I salute you!
Sidlinkers, y'all are horny and I respect it.
Zelinkers, dear god we do love a slowburn.
All the most highly kudos’d fics are very low in the comment count. It’s almost an inverse correlation.
Excluding crossovers increased the correlation between hits and kudos quite dramatically.
There were not very many au’s other than canon divergence. Only one modern au as far as I could tell from a cursory examination of tags.
Lots more clustering, far less disparity between min and max numbers than when I ran this with A:TLA numbers.
Far less consensus on a vibe. Way fewer big writers, but lots of little writers doing their own thing.
Truly a lot of E fics. We are horny bastards.
We need more stuff written for games other than BOTW!!
There aren’t as many fics that are like “oh everyone in the fandom has read these fics”. There are probably those fics in each subcategory of the fandom, or within the specific ships, but there aren’t as many general fics that have entire fandom-wide appeal.
Thank you for reading! This was a lot of fun, and I hope you found it interesting. Shoutout to the Hateno Hangout discord for helping me refine this mess :P
Further shoutout to my partner who helped with writing some SQL to help with tag analysis. Truly partner of the year.
If you want more of this kind of egregious nerdiness, I did this with the top fics in the A:TLA fandom a couple weeks ago: https://www.tumblr.com/cooking-with-hailstones/751749202663669760/statistical-analysis-of-the-most-popular-atla
#the legend of zelda#legend of zelda#tloz#loz#ao3#archive of our own#fandom analysis#fandom stats#zelda stats#linked universe#sidlink#zelink#zelda#link#sidon#stats analysis#stats of the kingdom#statistical analysis
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Firstly, I loved Lunar Boy and congrats on the Harvey nom! Also wanted to know if you have any recommendations for stories (any medium, any demographic) that you think has a nuanced take on the intersection between race and queer/trans identity? it's really easy (for me at least) to feel pretty doom-and-gloom about the overwhelming whiteness of queer rep but no! the intersectionality we crave is out there! you just have to look for it!
p.s I really enjoy your approach to criticism and have enjoyed reading your recent posts. I genuinely think it's making me a more thoughtful viewer.
Thank you for the kind words on Lunar Boy and our media criticism!! ;0; Ooh yes! Here's my list of recs for QPOC stories:
Our Dreams At Dusk by Yuhki Kamatani. While race isn't directly talked about, it's still specific to the realities of being queer and Japanese. This short manga series inspired a lot of Lunar Boy.
Felix Ever After by Kacen Callender. YA novel about a trans masc Black teen going through love triangle shenanigans and self discovery.
The Henna Wars by Adiba Jaigirdar (this author does a ton of sapphic novels I believe). YA novel about two girls starting a rival henna business but perhaps?? Love?? Happens??
The Ribbon Skirt by Cameron Mukwa. This MG graphic novel is available for preorder now, and is written and drawn by a friend of mine :3 the story is about a 2 Spirit child who wants to create a ribbon skirt to wear for the upcoming powwow.
Sergius Seeks Bacchus by Norman Erikson Pasaribu. A collection of poems (translated into English by Tiffany Tsao) covering an array of genres and stories. Beautifully touching queer Indonesian writing, I recommend anything Norman writes.
These are harder to find but for more queer Indonesian film there's Memories of My Body (coming of age story about a Lengger Lanang dancer, Indonesia's drag dance tradition), Lovely Man (a religious young woman seeks to reunite with her estranged father, who is now a waria sex worker) Madame X (extremely camp queer SUPERHERO MOVIE about a trans woman fighting a violent hate group).
Idk if this is available anymore, but I adore To All The White Girls I Loved Before by Sarula Bao. A short comic from Short Box's annual digital Comics Fair (which I recommend keeping an eye out for comics in the indie scene). It's about the author's unflattering desire to assimilate with the white girls she had crushes on. Some pages are on her site.
Those are what immediately come to mind for me but I'm sure I'm forgetting more!! These are the ones that directly engage with the intersection of being queer and POC, as opposed to a character being incidentally QPOC.
#askjesncin#while incidentally qpoc characters can be fun for having stories outside of the realities and difficulties being qpoc entails-#-at some point it does feel like erasure to not discuss our realities at all. especially when our queer cultural joys are ignored#media that talks about this intersection has been my bread and butter lately
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Hils Watches Lovely Runner - Ep 16
Can't believe I'm at the end already. I forget that althought kdrama episodes are long there's a lot less of them
Of course he escaped. This dude really is like the terminator
Going under the cut because I don't want to spoil the ending
Well in a twist of irony he got hit by a truck and knocked into the river, which is what he did to Im Sol before this drama even started. I'm assuming he's not coming back from this and the rest of the drama will be about Im Sol and Sunjae sorting out their relationship
Oh. I thought that was going to take longer. There's still over an hour left to go on the episode!
They are so damn cute I can't deal with it
Poor Taesung. While Im Sol and Sunjae are snuggling and being adorable he's all beaten up and feels bad that someone died that he was chasing. He's a good boy. I want him to be happy.
Sunjae: I want to buy cake for my perfect girlfriend but no one can so we're dating so I'll just buy cake for everyone. I'm so smart.
I love him
I love that he's acting all cool but we all know what a nerd he is
I don't care how sweet and handsome he is if someone started pokling me while I was trying to write that laptop would be coming down on his head
Like that
I was going to use my usual congrats on the sex gif but they are still fully clothed so I guess they just snuggled
Yeah, I'm glad that they're all happy and in love now but I think they both have a ton of trauma that they probably need to work through at some point
I love that even Im Sol joking about them being married made Sunjae's brain go offline
Made his brain go offline and made him decide that actually, yes, he does want to marry her. LOL I can't wait to see how this conversation goes
I love Taesung so much
Aww they have to get drunk and bond in every timeline
I know they're a band rather an an idol group but imagine being at a baby's birthday party and BTS or someone like that shows up to perform
I love grandma so much
Yeah, I'm, crying too
He had his 5 minutes of being a cool celebrity and now he's back to being a dork again
I'm really glad they haven't gone down the route of 'she has the man she loves and that's all she needs for her happy ending'. Look at her being awesome as a movie director. Love it!
Heh that looks very similar to the software I used to when I tried to learn video editing. Ironically I decided it was too time consuming as a hobby so I decided to do gifmaking instead which is just as time consuming
Aww yay! I really enjoyed this! I don't watch a whole lot of het romance dramas but I'm really glad I watched this one. I absolutely loved it!
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Hello,How do you feel now? I Hope your get better❤️Anyway congrats for your 2k followers,you really deserve it!
I love your stories and writing so much,and for request, could you please write spicy story about Albert James Moriarty having jealous sex with reader ? You can add little fluff in the end too👉👈prompts: 47, 63,64
LET HIM WATCH - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER
Warnings : this is obviously very NSFW, messy sex, cumming inside, jealousy sex, implied exhibitionism, cum-eating, dom!Albert, sub!reader, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : filth smut
Word count : 1.3K words (oh shit—)
Additional notes : Hi nonnie! I’m feeling quite alright now, thank you very much. You’re really too sweet! I’m glad to be celebrating this event with all of you guys. I honestly usually write under 1K words for this event, but this request was so good that I just ran with it. I hope it’s to your liking, though I apologize for being so late!💗
Prompts : "Be quiet. We're not alone." "You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more.'" "I want to love every inch of you tonight."
Tip jar if you’d like to buy me a Ko-Fi!
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Albert Moriarty was a risk taker, and anyone who knew him well enough was aware of that. He liked to act on his whims (which always actually were carefully-constructed plans that depended a little too much on chance) despite knowing that he might very well lose it all, and he loved nothing more than pulling the rug from underneath everyone’s feet without them realizing. He was a wicked man, through and through.
But more wicked than anything he’d done was the way he was currently fucking his sweetheart half-dumb with his back against the wall in an abandoned drawing room, the loud sounds of the party still going on in the ballroom next-door.
Their fists were bunched in his smart shirt, desperately trying to hold onto anything as his cock mercilessly drove deeper into them; deep enough for them to jolt in his arms and arch their back in such a lewd way that, paired with the sex-drunk look in their hazy eyes and their kiss-swollen lips, it almost had him cumming on the spot.
This was much more frenzied than they’d ever seen Albert try to bed them. In fact, the way he wildly snapped his hips upwards as his arms pulled them deeper into his chest and faster down his cock was almost determined to fuck the common sense out of them.
They were already far too gone; after all, under no circumstances had they ever expected to find themselves being pumped full of his cum—not once, but twice—in the room next to the one where all the nobility of the ‘Ton mingled and chattered.
But how could they focus on anything else, when every vein and every ridge of him dragged against their walls so deliciously? How could they form a coherent thought, when his swollen tip abused that one spot that drove them mad with lust and had them writhing in his arms and crying his name like a wanton whore?
“Albert! F-fuck, slow down—!”
He clicked his tongue in mocking disapproval, an almost-condescending smile on his perfect face as he saw how their actions contradicted their words. They were pushing back to meet every single one of his thrusts, eager for the pornographic squelching that came with the meeting of skin against skin and his cock into their sopping hole.
“You say that, but all I hear is 'more, more, more,’” he chuckled. His hands had a mind of their own at this point. One had sought purchase in their thigh, fingers digging deep enough to leave bruises that had them squirming delightfully in their seat for days afterwards, while the other had reached up to pinch at their hardened nipples through their fancy clothes. “And I need to fuck you well enough to leave a mark inside you. After all, no one can do this but me, hm?”
A strangled moan left their mouth as he drove in particularly deep to punctuate the point he was trying to make.
“Your words, sweetheart.”
“Oh, God, yes. Sir, yes, sir. Only you, sir.”
With a tug at their thick locks, he smashed their mouths together, hungrily kissing them as if they would die if they weren’t connected in every single way possible. Teeth gnashed and tugged, and tongues tasted and sucked, so messily that he could swear he could see them drooling a little past the corner of their mouth.
Breathily, after pulling away for a moment, he asked, “Not even Lord Harrington?” What they could muster was only a small sound of dazed confusion, to which he tugged at their hair again and forced them to meet his burning emerald gaze. “He seemed awfully friendly with you earlier. Going on and on about his lands and perks, I presume?”
“N-no! Albert, I would never—“
“It isn’t a matter of whether or not you would, darling. Of course you wouldn’t,” he chuckled half-heartedly, though there was anything but mirth in his voice. He slammed up into them, his pace growing unforgiving, and causing them to twist and whine out another plea. “After all, he wouldn’t be able to ruin you like this. I always knew you liked it rough. I wonder, what he would say if he saw you like this, full of my cock and begging for it harder?”
In a rather ironic twist of fate, the door handle of the drawing room was being twisted open at that moment, and Albert barely had a few seconds to pull the both of them behind the curtains and press them up against the window. Footsteps resounded in the room, and he could hear the sigh of what could only be Lord Harrington himself sitting in an armchair and pulling out a cigarette in the furthest corner of the room.
Albert’s cruel smirk showed just how delighted he was at this turn of events. Before they could even register what was happening, he began pounding into them again, earning a surprised keen of pleasure, before he clamped his hand over their drooling mouth.
“Be quiet,” he hissed into their ear, “We're not alone. Or do you want Lord Harrington to see you all fucked out and desperate for my cum?” When he felt them clenching around him at his words, a jolt of surprise and arousal ran through him. “Oh? Looks like you do want that. Want him to see your pathetic little hole stretched around me? I could arrange that, darling. Just say the word.”
A pinch to their aching nipple, and then a tap to their thigh urged them to push harder against him and take him in deeper. Impossibly fast and ruthless, Albert paid little mind to the fact that Lord Harrington was smoking a mere few meters away from them and could very easily hear them, if not see them altogether. After all, it seemed like his naughty sweetheart had taken a liking to the idea of getting caught.
With a practiced hand, he reached down to teasingly touch them right where they liked it, mixing that with his firm grip. His other hand muffling their breathy gasps and shameless moans, it didn’t take long for him to feel their muscles spasming around him, their orgasm coming crashing into them. That delicious feeling alone coaxed his throbbing length to spill inside their warm walls, and he cursed under his breath at the sight of his cum spilling from where they were joined so messily, and down their flushed and bruised thighs.
In a daring display of lewdness that almost stunned him, they scooped his release from between their thighs as he pulled out of them with a low hiss, and stuck their fingers into their mouth. A satisfied hum, and they were licking every drop off their wet fingers. That sight alone kindled yet another raging fire inside of him; one that couldn’t be satisfied with a mere quick fuck behind the curtains.
“Just so you know,” they shakily whispered, clinging onto his lapels as they still seemed a little exhausted from their passionate craze, “It’s not his presence that makes the difference. It’s the thought of you showing us—me, off. That’s all, really.”
Albert could only swallow thickly, as he felt his heart thud in his chest. He barely registered the fact that Lord Harrington’s footsteps had taken him out of the room and closed the door behind him. All he could think of at the moment was that he couldn’t think of a more perfect person to have fallen so irrevocably in love with.
With a gentleness that had been absent from his fit of jealousy, he began to readjust their rumpled and half-strewn clothes. Clasping their sticky hands in his, he pulled them in closer for a tender, almost-laughably-chaste kiss to their soft lips.
“Let’s go outside and bid everyone our farewells. We can make it back home before ten.” He glanced at his watch for confirmation, then nodded. Brushing back their hair, he met their eyes, no less sensual, but all the more fond. “I want to love every inch of you tonight.”
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since my post about sexuality in bes took off, i've been thinking about making one about gender because people have been even more Chronically Western about that than anything. but the topic of gender has also been talked to death about this show.
still. i've yet to see a single person touch on the actual historical aspect of gender in this period of japan. (weeaboos where ARE yall??? i cannot be the only one left here jfc)
so, more below the cut.
okay. so. before westernization and christianity came in and obliterated and sanitized the culture, there were 3 recognized genders that i know of. there was possibly a fourth but my research only got me so far on that and i gave it up a long time ago. i'm gonna be talking about the 3 i do know about.
male and female were the obvious ones. aligns exactly how you think. cock and balls = male/man, vag and tits = female/woman. yes, there were many crossdressers of both genders. yes, there were people who by today's language and understanding would be considered trans. they, however, did not have these words nor have a need for them. you were either man or woman. or...
then there was a third, which was USUALLY but not always applied to adolescent males called wakashu. the closest thing you might refer it to is androgynous. earlier in edo period it was pretty much a catch-all for any adolescent male, but much later it became far more specific to the exceptional beauty of the young male. a wakashu was a sex icon, something to be desired and lusted after, so beautiful and alluring that even the most stoic and hardened samurai warrior could break and beg for their attention. and yes, we're talking about minors. wakashu were typically in the 6-17 age range.
many delayed their coming-of-age ceremony (which would then make a wakashu a man) well into their 20s. and there are records of some who continued to identify as wakashu even into adulthood. a person could decide when it was time to move from wakashu to man, it wasn't so set in stone.
this time in japan did have a lot of strictness but there was also a whole hell of a lot of fluidity that was just so extremely normal for them. choosing to remain wakashu wasn't a big deal. want to go on to be a man? cool, congrats on all your man-related responsibilities now hurry up and find a wife. want to remain wakashu? cool, congrats on all the awesome sex you're gonna be having and the many things you'll be learning. either way was a good path. you were likely to have a bit more opportunities gaining power and land going forward as a man, but as wakashu you'd be expected to be an apprentice and learn more things from your teacher (while also sexually servicing him, extra bonus - most of the time.), so both had benefits. a samurai class wakashu, for example, would very likely go on to be a man since by nature of being samurai they have tons more opportunity. but a peasant wakashu would probably be more likely to remain wakashu and learn as much as possible and earn as much money as possible (since they were often prostitutes or performers as well).
so desirable were wakashu that sometimes female prostitutes tried to disguise themselves as one to attract more clients. they were often indistinguishable from women with their colorful and intricate kimono - sometimes the hairstyle was the only giveaway. and though the japanese didn't give a shit about the gender they were fucking, as i've covered before, true wakashu enjoyed a bit more freedoms with sex than did women pretending to be wakashu. like i mentioned in my previous post how they did have specific terms for who was giving and who was receiving in sex, certain aspects played into this. wakashu were expected to receive when with men, and expected to give with women. this would of course depend a little upon caste heirarchy too but that was the general gist of it. women on the other hand were expected to always receive. (and although straps were very much a thing, you'll find the double ended dildo far more popular amongst w/w relationships - at least in depictions. in reality it was probably an equal mix.)
the concept of wakashu has not entirely left japanese culture and has actually since been divvied up into the two aspects it represented: youth (shonen) and beauty (bishonen). hence why shonen manga and anime is so popular, why there are always always always bishonen prominent in manga and anime, why yaoi often has the strict dichotomy of uke and seme. and why shotac-n remains so wildly popular while the loli opposite has gradually declined with the introduction of censorship laws. the entire concept surrounding adolescent males is still very rooted in the role that the wakashu gender played until quite recent in history. (it formally ended in the meiji era, which was not that long ago.)
now with all of that said, where does mizu fall?
she's still a woman. plain and simple. had she been born in late edo, she would have absolutely been considered an extraordinarily beautiful wakashu and lusted after constantly. people would be tripping over themselves to bed her. but being early edo that was not the case and she is still a woman having to disguise as a man in order to survive so she can fulfill her goal. that must be acknowledged. that is a key point that is brought up many times within the show. to ignore that fact is to erase who mizu is. she is masking as a man because she has been told since childhood being a woman would get her killed. because she has seen it far too many times how simply existing as a woman leads to a dead end. because she tried it and it turned out exactly as she was told. being a woman is not an option in her quest for revenge. if she weren't mixed race, though? i'd bet my left hand she would have embraced the hell out of wakashu and used it to her advantage. screw sex as an art, mizu would have made it a weapon. mizu wielding both a sword and the sexuality of wakashu would make her the deadliest thing in all of japan. however, that wasn't the case and we musn't ignore what is ths case. in her world, she is a woman forced to disguise as a man. period.
mizu by today's standard's is a whole different story, though. there is enough ambiguity that she can fit nearly any label you want to slap on her and that's fine. we have a lot more leniency with modern western terms. we have a huge spectrum of gender and you can toss her just about anywhere on it. you are all correct and incorrect simultaneously because any modern terminology applied to her is automatically headcanon. and just as i emphasized on my last post, headcanons, fics, AUs, ect, are exactly where these modern western ideals belong. it's awesome that she resonates with so many different gender identities - few characters in media can pull that off so well! yall should absolutely celebrate that! use her to express your gender euphoria!
but do so while remembering who she is in canon. her canon experience is not pure fiction. there are still people in today's world that must disguise themselves out of necessity and quite often that ends up being women of color. there are people in living history who had to do that to survive.
you can respect the source material and also have your own unique headcanons and perspectives. both can be true.
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Hi Sex Witch, happy new year! I was wondering if you could answer some questions on condoms for me? I’m hoping to start having sex this year (🥳 woo for therapy!) and want to be safe. I already use lube for masturbation but I know there are pre lubricated condoms. Would you be able to expand on them a bit more? Does the lube expire? Is there any issue with using multiple types of lube as long as they’re condom safe? Is there a brand you’d be willing to recommend? Thank you!
hi anon,
congrats on the therapy!
most condoms come pre-lubricated, with just a little bit of lube on the outside to help with penetrative sex. almost any condoms that you pick up at a drugstore are going to be lubed, unless otherwise noted. it's really easy to tell if a condom already has lube on it, because that shit will get all over your hands upon opening the wrapper!
unlubricated condoms are mainly recommended for oral sex, since the lube can cause a funky taste that a lot of people aren't super into, but it's up to you decide whether or not that's something you're into.
the lube doesn't expire (although condoms do, of course, so make sure you check out those expiration dates! the integrity of the condom weakens when they're past their best-by date, making them more likely to tear), but I would strongly recommend using more lubricant than the condom comes with. mixing different types is fine, as long as you're not using oil-based lubricant with latex condoms (which will break them right down, rendering them useless).
I'm generally not in the business of recommending specific brands, but I can point you towards Condom Depot as a place where you can read about lots of different types of condoms and sort them tons of different brands, features, and sizes (they also have a chart for sizing for lots of different types of condoms here).
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Bruno and Mista with a S/O that's African American!
Hi guys, I'm african american and as a thing for BHM why not post a draft I've written????? anyways hopefully you guys like lol
Bruno Bucciarati:
Well, while he never really saw a black person in Italy before, he obviously knows about them.
So when he lays his eyes on you, OOOOOH BOY he was starstruck.
He didn’t know they could look so… gorgeous??? Plus you definitely stood out from the crowd.
He finds a way to converse with you and woah, you guys have so much in common!! You guys both agree to talk more.
At the start of your relationship, he didn’t really question much but it wasn’t because he didn’t have any interest in your culture, but because he didn’t want to come off as forthright and rude.
As you guys get to a comfortable part of your relationship to ask. more personal details, well, yeah he’s not pushy but if it pops up, it pops up.
You both learn from each other-- you with Neapolitan cuisine and you with soul food.
If you’re natural, then he’s going to ask a lot about how you care for your hair, not to be weird but because he finds it very interesting!!
Also, boy oh boy, this guy is completely infatuated with jazz (His favorite musician is Miles Davis) so please for the love of god, if you know anything about jazz tell him immediately.
He may or may not ask you a fuck ton of questions about jazz anyways, be prepared.
Besides asking about black culture, he’s gonna ask about American culture as well.
“Do you really drink out of red cups?”
Yes Bucciarati, we do indeed drink from solo cups.
All and All, he’s very supportive of your heritage and while he loves to know more about your culture, he loves you for the person you are, not just for the melanin you rock on the outside.
Guido Mista:
While he’s not like Narancia type of obsessed, he does like American pop culture, (You know, the one that African Americans contribute to immensely).
So when he sees you, he could tell you were an American and so he approached you.
He talks about how much he likes some R&B artists and if you listen to R&B, then you guys probably talk about the variety inside that genre, probably teaching him some things he didn’t know.
You guys hit it off anyways so you guys go on dates next.
Though he isn’t an asshole or anything, he doesn’t really care about sounding forthright so almost immediately he asks a shit ton about black culture.
At first it’s a little endearing, but as the night progress you’re gonna have to tell him to stop.
He sheepishly apologizes and the rest of the date goes without a hitch.
He slowly gets to know more and more about you as a person and stops seeing the labels that comes with.
One day, while you were home he comes over just to say hi and...
Yo, his sex pistols are fucking hungry.
If you cook soul food then yeah, they’re drawn to that.
He feeds them some and yo they’re crying from pure bliss.
He also tries some and they’re fucking right, shit’s bomb.
Then on, if Mista is in your house and they get hungry, he’s gonna ask for some either just to eat now or some for the road.
He stops asking for Libeccio's now!! Congrats!!
This man loves you to d e a t h, especially if you’re good at cooking.
He showers in love, like, all the time btw.
Like, a call everyday or whenever he gets the time.
Texts throughout the day.
If he’s free and not resting, he’s up for anything.
#bruno bucciarati x reader#mista x reader#guido mista#vento aureo headcanons#jjba#jojos bizarre adventure#jojo#bruno headcanons#bruno bucciarati#mista headcannons#jjba x y/n
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Congrats! The stars have aligned and you’re ready to get a third dog. However, due to circumstances outside of your control, you can’t get a dachshund of any type or a terv. If you don’t get another dog now, you will never be able to get another dog. What breed do you choose?
Hmmm... Next Dog needs to be a small dog because I don't want two young large energetic dogs at the same time.
My preferred size is between 8 and 15 pounds (3.6 to 6.8 kg), and I'd want a rabbit dog, so the russell terrier fits that description. I'd want the short-legged version because short legs bring me joy.
I'd get the terrier tenacity, and of course they have been used as hunting dogs, and I'd be able to do Terrier Things like den trials and earthwork, and of course ratting. And of course it would be mainly a sport dog, so I could do agility, nosework, racing, etc. and have a good partner.
My main thing is I do like the more measured working style you can get in dachshunds (like Kermit's), and terriers can be so gung-ho that sometimes they will keep digging at a hole even when the prey has long since left. It could come back! Any second now!!
I'd probably have to get a bitch, or find a softer male, because terrier tenacity + intact male + confidence + Kermit and Zaku's personalities, could be a difficult thing to juggle.
But this would probably be my first choice to branch out to.
(All images from Google)
Next choice would probably be a working cocker spaniel (aka wocker). My friend has a young wocker and she is a DELIGHT. Adorable, spunky, energetic, loves to train, she's the whole package.
My two issues with wockers are a) health, because it ain't great, and b) size. They're bigger than I want. Oh, third issue-- c) spaniels in general tend to be a bit soft, and I like the more asshole dogs, hence my attraction to dachshunds and terriers.
I could still run rabbits with one of these dogs, and while I'd be out of terrier events, I could give gun dog field trials a shot. They sound really interesting, so it'd be fun to branch out to. And of course there are tons of wockers who compete in sports.
Either sex would probably integrate with my current pack just fine. I have a huge soft spot for these guys.
If we really want to branch out, I'd look into the basset fauve de bretagne.
I know almost nothing about them other than I've seen one in person and it was adorable. It's a long-bodied, short-legged hound, of course I like it. It was also in an ex-pen filled with dachshunds so clearly there is some overlap here.
Main issues are a) I know very little about them so I'd have to do a fuckton of research, b) wirehair, which automatically disqualifies them, and c) much, much larger than I want in a small dog.
But I could rabbit with it, and could enter it in hunt trials and possibly basset field trials. It would be hell on wheels with nosework; I'm not sure how it would be in agility or racing, outside of a training challenge.
Also, look at it. Adorable!
So I haven't found a small breed that checks all my boxes in the way that dachshunds do, so branching out would mean I need to compromise on something. Russell terriers fit my desires the best, so that would be my first pick if I decided to leave dachshunds for whatever reason.
Thanks for asking!
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ANNOUNCING THE 2023 PREGNANCY KINK ADVENT CALENDAR!
After months (Yes, months) of planning and on and off work throughout this year, I am excited to unveil the 2023 Pregnancy Kink Advent Calendar! From December 1st to December 24th, I have new, unreleased, completely original content going up EVERY day. These range from written kink fics (clocking in at approximately 1k words each with some longer exceptions), some batches of pictures, both bare bellied and with a fake bump, multiple kink audios, AND a video floating around in there! I’ve been working hard planning, writing, recording, and editing everything for this for a while now, and I’m super excited to show it all off. I began work on this back in APRIL, so it’s been a labor of love (pun intended) that I’m really proud to have finished in time for december this year. Those vague calls for kink audio ideas that never seemed to come up again? Those repeat posts asking what people would scribble on my belly? Yeah, those were all for this. Which means if you sent something to me in response to those, congrats, it probably made it in!
So settle in and enjoy! New stuff drops starting 12/1/2023 all the way up to and including christmas eve! This whole thing was a fair bit of work but a LOT of fun to do, and if it gets enough positive interaction, I would be very open to doing it again next year. Check back every day for something new!
Additional details, context, and a bit of “developer commentary” under the cut!
So… what should I expect from this?
This is a larger scale project that I’ve been building for well over half a year, and I did my best to provide some variety to it. There is, of course, some good ol McPreggo content in there. Because it’s one of the most popular things this blog has to offer, I get a ton of asks about it, and it’d be silly of me to not give that crowd some love. That said, if you’re not really into McPreggo or rapid preg as a whole, fret not, there’s lots of other content to enjoy! Most of the written pieces involve longer progressions split over multiple posts. This is by design, because I didn’t want any one post to be too long (advent calendars are supposed to be easily consumed ‘treats’, but not whole presents unto themselves), but it’s hard to do anything meaningful with only 1K words to a post. If you’ve read my older stuff, like some of the comms I fulfilled a few years ago, you know the buildup and foreplay is really my strongest aspect, and it’s no different here (if you haven’t but would like to, the ‘commissions’ and ‘writing’ tags on my blog will take you where you want to go). Nothing in the calendar has any outright SEX scenes in it, but there’s plenty of pregnant contrivances and paragraph long descriptions of heavy bellies that you’ll find something you’ll like! There’s over 13k words cumulatively across all the writing, so there’s a wide breadth to enjoy!
The audios range from 3 and a half to 6 minutes long, with one more experimental, slow burn exception. They range from sweet to spicy, and might be my favorite content in the whole calendar. While previously I had been taking a premise and improvising most of it, these new ones are pretty tightly scripted, and I genuinely think they came out better for it. Less repetition, more creatively, and was able to work in some sound effects to set the scene and tone for some of them. I think you’ll enjoy them!
Outside of that, I’m going to leave the rest as a surprise. Like I said, I’ve got audio, video, pictures, and writing, so there’s a lot to look forward to!
Is this something I’m supposed to pay for?
Absolutely not, this is all free. I made this because I wanted to, and wanted to share it with people. This blog is 5 years old now and is sporting well over 5K followers, which is to say it has way more popularity and staying power than I expected it to when I made it. You guys are great, and wanted to, in my own weird way, treat everyone who has been following, sending asks, and chatting with me so far. If you really genuinely would like to give back, I have tips turned on for my blog, but I’m putting this out there not expecting anything back.
This is THE PEOPLES preg kink content, damnit!
Are you going to do this again next year?
If people enjoy it, then I would like to, yes! I’m not some harsh corporation with strict engagement minimums to uphold, so I don’t know what “enough” interaction looks like to justify a 2024 edition but if people are liking and reblogging, and I get an ask or two about it, then I’d call that a win! It’s just good to know that hard work is appreciated, y’know?
If anyone else out there likes the idea and wants to do something similar, I would be very excited at the prospect of collaborating in the future. It’s not lost on me that this whole production doesn’t have any kink art, but believe me, you don’t want to see me try to draw something resembling a person, let a lone trying to make it sexy. Even if someone wanted to contribute a single article, a written piece, some art, an audio even, even just 1 “day” of content for people to enjoy would be amazing. Any outside contributors would, of course, receive credit for their work and have their main tumblr (or other kink social media) listed in their post.
Honestly, if I had enough people reach out and want to contribute, I would likely just create a separate sideblog JUST for pregnancy fetish advent calendars, so it’s not going up on any ONE contributor’s blog to benefit them above anyone else. I didn’t want to reach out to artists in the community going “hey would you like to draw some free art for this thing I’m doing that I’m gonna post in december, I swear”, because that just reads like a scam. I’m hoping that, having made and rolled out everything myself at least once, it can stand as proof that I am genuine about this kind of thing. A way to prove for someone that has the drive and bandwidth to work on this, that I’m not going to take credit or otherwise run off having gotten free art/work.
If you’re reading this and have something you would be interested in contributing to the calendar next year, my DMs are open, and it is never too early!
Any other questions, or just to share what you think about it all, shoot me an ask or a DM!
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Heyyy! Can I request anything you want with liv morgan x reader? Tysm!! :)
Oooh yess
Anniversary surprise
Pairing: Liv Morgan x Fem reader
Description: Liv surprises you for your three year anniversary
You sigh as you lay back down to go to bed, a bit hurt that Liv wouldn't make it back to celebrate your three year anniversary together the next day, you go to sleep and wake up, doing things around the house after getting awake and eating. You were folding laundry when you heard your phone from across the room, looking to see liv calling and answering "Hey babydoll" shaking your head at the nickname as you put laundry up "Hey honey, how's things?" you talk for a bit until you hear her say she had to go, you wash dishes after finishing laundry until you hear a knock on the door which makes you raise a brow, knowing you didn't have any plans with someone you knew to come over, you open the door and cover your face as tears form when you see liv with a bouquet of flowers in a short and beautiful green dress as you share a kiss and hug, you go in and smile seeing the takeout boxes from your favorite Japanese place that was four hours away. You put the flowers in a vase in the bedroom, you watch rom coms as you eat dinner and slow dance in the living room, you smile at each other as you turn to grab drinks from the fridge not knowing that your lives and relationship will change when you turn around, "Honey I have to ask something" you say a quiet yes as you turn to put the drinks down only to see liv in front of you on one knee with a ring in her hand and tears in her eyes, you stare at her with tears in your eyes as well not expecting to see this at all "Will you marry me sweetheart?" you immediately nod as you cry, hugging you tightly as she jumps happily, putting the ring on your finger and sharing a kiss that turned heated and soon leads to you going to the bedroom and having the most romantic sex you ever had together. You bought a ring the day after and surprised her, taking pictures of your hands and together with the announcement, posting it on Instagram which lead to tons of support and congrats from fellow wrestlers and both her and your friends and showing your families at the lunch you had at the house a few days later, earning lots of hugs and support from them as you both were on cloud nine and slowly started making plans for the wedding which would be the happiest and greatest day of your lives together.
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A Dish Best Served Messy: Chapter 1-3 (Patreon Preview)
DISCLAIMER: This Patreon exclusive series contains diaper usage, weight gain, babyfication, humiliation, domination, shrinking, masturbation/diaper sex, hypermessing, anal play, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!
Co-Written By: LittlePissy
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CHAPTER 1
“Chug! Chug! Chug!” chanted Alyssa and Karley, each with giant smiles on their faces as they watched their friends, Morgan and Sawyer, go head to head in beer shotgunning, their favorite pre-game ritual.
Staring across the room at Morgan, Sawyer was determined to one-up her rival for once. Having never won against the group’s ring leader in all their years of bitter friendship, her eyes always went red when even the slightest mention of competition came up. With her modest C-cup boobs and naturally wavy hair, someone like her shouldn’t have had so much intense jealousy within her. But when you’re “friends'' with Morgan, those feelings just occur so naturally.
Standing tall in opposition with her buxom D-cups and the curves that could turn a priest’s eyes, Morgan was cool, calm, and collected as she blocked out everything around her, focusing only on the task at hand. Not that she was incredibly worried. No one could suck 'em’ dry like her after all. Ingesting slurp after slurp of the hardy stout, her tongue finally tasted air as she finished off her can. She then proceeded to toss the can onto the ground and stomp on it with a victorious smile on her face.
“And we have a winner!” shouted Alyssa, rushing over to Morgan’s side to hold her arm up as if she’d just survived 12 rounds with Mike Tyson. With a cheeky grin, she then reached over with her other hand and gave Morgan’s massive tit a big squeeze, “A BIG winner, no less.”
Morgan reacted with faux outrage, completely used to Alyssa’s shenanigans. “Hey hey! Stop squishing the merchandise!” laughed Morgan, pushing Alyssa’s hands away playfully.
Sawyer, standing alone on the opposite side of the room, removed the can from her mouth, dejected to have lost yet again. However, unlike most nights where she’d fly off the handle in a fit of rage from her loss, she instead took a deep breath and set herself down on the nearby couch. “Congrats, Morgan,” she said, doing her best to hide the venom that coated her tongue as she watched Morgan, jealous that she was once again having her tits fondled so brazenly.
Morgan approached Sawyer, stumbling slightly as she walked. “BUUUUUUURRP! Thanks, Sawyer,” she responded, completely disregarding the fact that she burped directly in Sawyer’s face. Plopping down on the couch next to her best frienemy, she placed her arm around Sawyer's shoulder and kicked her feet up, “Don’t be so down, you’re wrecking the mood. At least you’re still better than Karley.”
Sawyer playfully pushed Morgan’s hand off of her. “Gee, thaaaaanks. Too bad that’s not much of a high bar,” she said, causing everyone to chuckle at Karley’s expense.
“Hey, no fair! You know I get tummy aches!” yelled Karley in her own defense, causing the girls' laughter to only grow louder and more intense.
Leaning her head back and stretching out her arms, Morgan relaxed on the couch, finding that her tummy was feeling a bit funny after chugging that first beer. She wasn’t worried, however, as she was known for her iron-clad stomach, never having once thrown up before. “Well, Karley, you’ll have all day tomorrow to practice at the beach. Tommy and the boys said they’re bringing a shit ton of beer,” she said, already feeling excited to try on her new bikini for her boy toy.
Smirking, Morgan watched Sawyer shift uncomfortably at the sheer mention of her big, buff, boyfriend, “And don’t be thinking of yourself as a seventh wheel,” she said, nudging Sawyer with her elbow, “Just you wait, we’ll help you find a boy to play with at the beach tomorrow. Summertime means lots of new hotties coming to the beach.”
“Yeah, and lots of dudes looking for one-night stands with out-of-town college girls,” said Sawyer, rolling her eyes at Morgan’s faux pity. Still, she refused to let Morgan get to her. In just a few minutes, her plan would be in motion, a thought that filled her with unbridled ecstasy.
Grabbing a beer for herself, Karley sat down in a plush chair and cracked her can open. Looking around, she couldn’t believe how fancy this house was, especially in comparison to her small rental house that was overrun with adult baby paraphernalia thanks to her job as a part-time diaper dominatrix. “Seriously Alyssa, thanks for letting us stay at your dad’s place over the weekend,” she said, before tipping back her can, only to choke softly from drinking too fast a moment later.
“Yeah, thanks and all, but I was meaning to ask you. What’s with the giant pacifier statue out front?” asked Morgan as she pointed through the front window towards a giant carved statue of a binky that was placed front and center in front of the oceanside mansion.
Giggling, Alyssa answered, “Oh, lol-omega-lol, my dad’s a higher-up in CrissBaby Diaper Company. Apparently, he oversees new product development and testing or something dumb like that.”
“He got any freebies I can snag?” joked Karley half-seriously. Diapers were expensive, after all, even with the amount she was charging her clients.
Scoffing, Morgan opened another beer and rolled her eyes. “Well, honestly, I think it’s super tacky and kinda creepy,” she said, fully unaware that she was bringing down the mood in the entire room, “Like, it’s a fucking binky. I know people are cool with diaper wearers now and whatever but do they need to be so in your face about it?”
The other three girls all chuckled along half-heartedly, never wanting Morgan to believe for a second that any of them harbored any resentment whatsoever. Shooting knowing looks at one another, they watched strategically as Morgan tipped back her beer, knowing that soon, Morgan’s reign of terror would finally be over.
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“Are you sure this stuff’s gonna work?” said Sawyer, who was already skeptical of entrusting her revenge plan to Alyssa and Karley.
“It has to!” said Alyssa confidently, “My dad said this stuff is so gnarly that not even the paid product testers wanna try it.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Open it up!” said Karley, her anticipation growing.
Opening the small, padded box, Sawyer reached in and lifted out a small vial containing a glowing pink liquid. “Bring me the baby bottle,” she said sternly, prompting Alyssa to rush the bottle over. Carefully, Sawyer poured the concoction into the bottle filled with CrissBaby Baby Formula and watched as the milk took on a light pink hue.
“Is it done?” asked Karley, turning to Sawyer, who then turned to Alyssa.
Nodding her head, Alyssa said, “Once we feed it to Morgan, she’s gonna be the center of attention for a whole different reason.” The girls all giggled manically.
“This’ll teach that bitch for sleeping with our boyfriends,” said Karley, getting a nod of agreement from Alyssa. The two scorned girls were more than happy to join Sawyer on her quest after she told them all about Morgan’s philandering.
Meanwhile, Sawyer was keeping quiet as she let the two girls feed into their own anger. So what if she wasn’t being entirely truthful when she told Karley and Alyssa about Morgan’s infidelity? One white lie in the face of everything Morgan had done to her was nothing. At last, years of torment and being one-upped constantly by her adversary were at an end.
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“Do you think I should use the tanning oil with SPF 5 or 15? I wanna keep my tan absolutely perfect!” asked Morgan to the group while keeping her eyes focused on her expertly tanned skin.
Rolling her eyes, Sawyer dutifully answered, “I’d go with SPF 15. Your tan is already so perfect anyway.” Internally, she cringed, hoping that her sudden helpfulness wasn’t going to tip Morgan off.
Luckily, Morgan was much too self-absorbed to pay much attention. “Hmmm…SPF 5 it is!” she said gleefully as she knelt down and placed the tanning oil in her beach bag. Standing back up, however, she felt the gravity of the alcohol she’d been gulping down since she arrived at Alyssa’s dad’s place. Placing her hand on the table, she thought back to how many beers she’d pre-gamed with, knowing for a fact that she’d only had three so far. Nowhere near enough to get her this lit.
Sensing Morgan’s growing unease, Sawyer grabbed another beer from the hidden pack she had slid under the couch and offered it over to Morgan. “You want another one?” asked Sawyer, knowing that Morgan’s ego would never let her turn it down.
Sure enough, despite all the warning signs, Morgan forced a fake smile and took another beer from Sawyer, fully unaware of the muscle relaxants she was ingesting. Cracking the can open and tipping it back for a few big gulps, she hoped that the ice-cold beer would soothe her senses. Unfortunately, it only made things worse as the room began to spin around her. “H-Hey, guyth…I fink…somefings wong,” she said, as her body slumped back onto the couch, leaning against Sawyer in the process.
*hsssssssssssss*
Feeling a warmth growing around her butt and hearing the faint hiss of someone peeing, Sawyer knew exactly what was happening. She wasn’t exactly thrilled that Morgan was urinating on her, but this would only add to the humiliation. Biting her tongue, she waited for a few extra seconds, knowing the larger the mess, the deeper the embarrassment. Looking over at the expression on Morgan’s face, she clearly had no idea what she was doing, making this moment all the sweeter.
Taking a deep breath through her nose, Sawyer got her game face on. She sprang up from the couch quickly, causing Morgan to slump over into her own piss puddle. “Oh my fucking god! Did you just fucking wet yourself?!” she screamed, drawing Karley and Alyssa’s eyes to the situation at hand, both of whom had growing smiles on their faces as they watched the fruits of their plan begin to ripen.
Scrambling away from the wet couch, Morgan threw herself to the floor with no idea that she was still mid-accident. The front of her clothes were completely soaked by this point, bringing confused and terrified tears to the corner of her eyes. She’d never been so drunk that she’d wet herself before, and it wasn’t an experience she ever hoped to repeat. Trying to lift herself up from her newest puddle forming around her on the carpet, she found that her body was no longer listening to her, leaving her stranded in the middle of the floor.
Sawyer, Alyssa, and Karley stood over Morgan, each with sadistically vengeful looks in their eyes. “Well, girls, I’d say step one was a smashing success,” said Sawyer, bending down to pat Morgan on the only dry spot she had visible. She then proceeded to place a set of medical gloves on and roll the delirious girl onto her back, “Alright, time for step two.”
Together, the three girls proceeded to strip Morgan naked. “H-Huh? W-Whad are…you…” was all she could sputter out. In the back of her mind, the only part of her still conscious it seemed, she was a bit grateful to be freed from the damp clothing, but that relief was counterbalanced by being fully nude in front of her fully-dressed friends. She blushed, flopping her arms upward towards her face in a futile attempt to hide herself.
Grabbing her arms and throwing them to her sides, Sawyer hovered her face directly over Morgan’s. “Well, well, well, isn’t this quite the predicament,” she said, placing a gentle hand on the drunken girl’s hair and patting it softly, “Hmm…remind me, Morgan. What was it you once told me…oh yes! Little girls who can’t control their bladder need to be diapered.
With her eyes widening in horror, Morgan may have been practically numb from the alcohol by this point, but she had no intentions of letting Sawyer, or anyone else for that matter, diaper her like some drooling baby. And yet, she could do nothing more than lay prone on the ground motionless while Karley produced a large diaper from her bag and began to unfold it. “So, who wants to do their honors?”
Placing her arms around Alyssa and Karley’s shoulders, Sawyer's smug grin grew a mile wide as she looked down at Morgan, who was so helpless that it was almost too much. Shifting the eyes to the girls at her sides, she stated gleefully, “You know, I think it’s only fitting that we all do it together.”
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CHAPTER 2
Propped up on her knees, 15-year-old Morgan stared down at her prey, straddling the younger girl’s torso while keeping her arms pinned down. “I warned you once and I warned you twice, sticking your tongue out at me isn’t very nice,” she rhymed in a sing-songy tone, enjoying the superiority she felt, “I think I have just the punishment in mind for a little brat like you.”
Looking up at her tormentor, the younger girl in question, Sawyer, squirmed beneath her, furious that someone only two and a half years older than her had the audacity to treat her like she was a child. She was twelve, for Pete’s sake. Of course, her pedantic parents would never trust her enough to stay home alone. And they just so happened to hire the biggest bully in the town too!
Morgan was notorious to every middle schooler in town, boys and girls alike, known for orchestrating the most embarrassing pranks and punishments she could come up with. She’d enter a room and kids would scatter, terrified that they’d end up her next target. And, as luck would have it, her mom and Sawyer’s mom happened to be neighborhood besties.
This meant Sawyer got to grow up with Morgan pretending to be the older sister that she never really wanted. Thankfully, her parents moved across town when she was nine and she saw Morgan a lot less, mostly during the occasional weekend visit.
Sawyer thought she was in the clear, having been Morgan’s favorite target for years. An assumption that was proven false one fateful Halloween night. Her parents were going out to a big costume party and, despite Sawyer’s reasonable protests, they still insisted she have a babysitter just in case until she was in high school. Typically, her sitter was on the older side, usually a grandmother type. However, as luck would have it, all of the usual sitters were tied up with prior engagements.
Enter Morgan, whose mom was accompanying Sawyer’s parents to the party. Even as a young freshman in high school, she looked like she could be a model with how attractive she was, a fact that only drove Sawyer’s jealousy towards the girl. Her own modest, slightly goth appearance was a near-perfect contrast to the preppy JV cheerleader.
From the moment Sawyer’s parents stepped out of the house, a war was heating up between the two girls. Being told that she was in charge, Morgan took this as the opportunity to show off the worst of her egotistical personality, attempting to order Sawyer around for her sadistic amusement.
Sawyer, who was angsty enough to her own parents, was certainly never going to take Morgan’s crap lying down. She didn’t care that her mom had told her to behave and listen to Morgan, like hell she was gonna be playing servant and court jester to an adolescent tyrant. Unfortunately, her bratty, defiant behavior would only make this night go so much worse.
Though, not even Sawyer would have predicted that tonight, Morgan would do something so terrifyingly cruel. Something that would stick with Sawyer for years to come.
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“Hey, Sawyer, don’t be shy! Look up at the camera!”
Morgan flinched awake, her eyelids fluttering open slightly before reclosing. They were so heavy that she could hardly pry them up for even a crack. In spite of the fact that she had been sleeping, she was positioned fully upright. Pulling her arms, she could tell that they were tied behind her back. Not only that, but her feeble attempts to call for help were thwarted by something round and rubbery jammed into her mouth.
“That’s a good girl, you’re making your babysitter so proud! Yes, you are!”
Scouring her brain, Morgan tried to remember any details she could from prior to passing out, but all she could remember was pregaming at home with her friends. When she left or what bars she went to were complete mysteries. If she got drugged by some asshole while out at a bar, she had no memory of it.
“Doesn’t that feel so much better? Go on, give the camera a good look at what you did.”
Suddenly, Morgan’s ears focused on the dialogue that was happening around her. She’d hoped maybe she could learn something about her captors by listening in, but as the voice continued to speak, it became clear exactly whose voice it was.
“Oh my goodness, you’re still not done?! I’m not sure that diaper can handle another load!”
There was no mistaking it. Morgan was listening to a recording of her own voice. And not just any recording. It was the sound from a video that she could never forget for as long as she lived. Halloween 2015; a night that she considered to be her magnum opus of punishments.
Muscling her eyes open with everything she had, Morgan came face to face with the very same video. Displayed on a home theater projection screen were the fruits of Morgan’s labor, shown in all its high-definition glory.
Centered on screen, Sawyer was down on her knees, sobbing uncontrollably as she proceeded to show off a lumpy, brown-stained diaper. The fart sounds, the slimy fecal noises, and the symphony of diaper crinkles were constantly clipping the mic, adding to the humiliation of its main subject. Even still, Morgan’s voice cut like a sharp knife as her hand entered from off-screen and started to smush the back of her diaper. “Jesus, you’re absolutely destroyed that thing!” she said, showing little remorse for the mortifying situation she was putting Sawyer through as she kneaded her mushy diaper like freshly-mixed dough.
Deep down, part of Morgan wanted to relish the chance to rewatch one of her favorite home movies. But as she looked down at her mostly nude body and found herself duct-taped to an office chair, any thoughts of enjoying the moment died off quickly. Funny enough though, it wasn’t the tape that had her blood running cold. It was the ridiculously massive white diaper that was secured around her hips that heightened her level of concern to an all-time extreme. Grunting and struggling, she fought against her restraints, hoping that she could even get herself partially free.
“Enjoying the show?” asked Sawyer, her words causing Morgan to freeze in place, “Took me five years to be able to face this video again. Not that I was ever allowed to forget it.” Stepping in front of Morgan, she leaned down and placed her hand gently on Morgan’s cheek before pulling back and slapping her across the face.
Morgan reeled from the impact of Sawyer’s hand, moaning in pain as the sting of the slap caused her eyes to water. With no time to recover, she felt Sawyer grab onto the back of the chair and spin it around until she was facing a row of home theater seats where both Alyssa and Karley were sitting. Each of them had a bowl of popcorn in hand and a big smile on their face.
Sitting down between her allies, Sawyer sat forward so that her eyes were at perfect level with Morgan’s. Sighing heavily, she savored the moment, having waited seven long years for her revenge plan to come to fruition. “I’m going to tell you a story,” she said, her voice turning deep and melancholic, “The story of a quiet girl who lost everything. Her friends, her school, and even the very home she grew up in. All because someone decided to physically fight her into a diaper, followed up by force-feeding her a bunch of laxatives. And then, to top it all off, you filmed it and sent it around to all your best friends. Unfortunately, one of them did a fucky wucky and sent it to everyone at school, and that girl who filmed it all seemed like she was finally going to get the punishment she deserved. But since she wasn’t the one who posted it online, and her dear ol’ daddy was the chief of police, she got off scot-free.”
Morgan was sweating bullets as she listened intently to every word Sawyer was saying. Yes, she had gotten away with doing so many of the horrific things she did because her dad was an influential figure, but it wasn’t like she really did anything that bad. They were just a bunch of jokes!
However, as Sawyer continued her well-rehearsed speech, she learned quickly how little of a joke it was to everyone else. “Meanwhile, that poor, quiet girl couldn't so much as walk to the corner store without constant ridicule. It got so bad that her parents had to pull her out of school and move her somewhere else. But the video would eventually follow her until homeschooling became the only viable option. Sports, class trips, prom, all of those things would be forever out of reach.” Standing up, Sawyer towered over Morgan with a sarcastic smile. “Now tell me, does it sound like justice to you?”
Filled with a strange combination of rage and fear, Morgan didn’t know if she wanted to bolt the fuck out of this room or strangle Sawyer until she was blue. Still, defiance didn’t seem like it was going to be the best option. Looking down at the ground, she swallowed her pride and shook her head no, hoping that her faux remorse would be enough to get Sawyer to back off on whatever crazy punishment she had up her sleeve. She couldn’t have been more wrong.
Suddenly, Morgan’s head was whipped back as Sawyer pulled up on the roots of her hair. “Great, I’m glad we’re all in agreement then,” said Sawyer as she held up a large baby bottle with a murky pink liquid inside. She ripped the pacifier that had been tied to Morgan’s head out of the girl’s mouth before quickly replacing it with the bottle’s rubber nipple.
Pressing her tongue forward, Morgan tried to force the bottle back out of her mouth. This only resulted in her squeezing a few dribbles of liquid out of the bottle, allowing her to taste whatever concoction Sawyer and the others had prepared for her. The taste of milk was unmistakable.
“Go on, drink up,” said Sawyer in a sickly-sweet voice, “Once you finish off your bottle, we’ll untie you from the chair.” With a smug grin, she watched the resistance in Morgan’s eyes start to fade as the teary-eyed girl contemplated what her best option would be.
Looking back and forth at each other the three girls, Morgan searched for any shred of guilt or empathy she could latch onto. No one seemed to be budging, though, as their expressions ranged from stoney to outright entertained. Realizing that no matter what she did, Sawyer would find a way to make her drink the bottle, she decided to take her up on the offer and start drinking. If Sawyer was willing to let her go after she drank one baby bottle, she could get out of this with relatively minor embarrassment.
The girls smiled at each other as Morgan began to drink down the baby bottle. None of them knew exactly what the pink stuff that had been mixed in with the milk would do. All Alyssa mentioned was that it was an experimental drug that would give someone a “Little’s body.” Whatever that entailed was anyone’s guess.
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CHAPTER 3
Determined to get through this nightmare scenario as fast as humanly possible, Morgan chugged down the milk as if her life depended on it. The taste was nothing more than bland milk, but she knew better than to assume that’s all it was. After she filled up Sawyer with laxatives all those years ago, there’s no way she wouldn’t take the opportunity to make it even, especially since she had been changed into a diaper while unconscious.
Holding the bottle upright, Sawyer’s satisfaction was greater than she’d ever imagined this moment to be. After years of torment and ridicule, not to mention having to grovel to the queen bee throughout all of freshman year to even get close to her, it was finally all worth it. Squeezing the bottle slightly, she chuckled as she listened to the gurgling noises Morgan made as she tried to keep up.
By the time Morgan had chugged down a third of the bottle, she was already feeling incredibly full. Tilting her chin down, she caught sight of her tummy, which was looking unusually full. The extension of her gut was definitely peculiar. Sure, she’d already stomached a lot of milk, but surely it wasn’t enough to cause that much bloating.
“I-Is she…getting fatter?” asked Karley, turning her head sideways as she looked Morgan up and down. Her question seemed to catch everyone’s attention, including and especially Morgan’s.
Reaching down with her free hand, Sawyer pushed a finger into Morgan’s belly. She expected to feel the tightness of a stuffed stomach, but instead, while there was definitely a build-up of pressure inside, her finger sunk in almost an entire centimeter. She’d known Morgan for too long to know that she never allowed even half an ounce of body fat to grace her wonderful slim stature. “Well, it wasn’t called the Little Body Formula for nothing,” she said, grabbing a handful of Morgan’s flabby flesh and giving it a rough jiggle, “Looks like that perfect beach body will be joining your pride in exile.”
“MMMMMMMM!” screamed Morgan as panic set in. Whatever Sawyer was forcing her to drink was fattening her up like a goddamn cow. She needed to separate herself from the baby bottle and fast. Pulling away from Sawyer’s grip, she tried to wiggle the nipple out of her mouth. However, there was only so much she could do with her arms and legs tied down.
Sawyer, meanwhile, kept a tight grip around both Morgan’s head and the baby bottle, refusing to let either out of her clutches. “Now, now-oof…baby Morgan, you have to…finish your meal!” she shouted, struggling to subdue the surprisingly strong captive. Knowing that she couldn’t hold her like this forever, she practically crushed the bottle in her hand trying to force as much fluid down Morgan’s gullet as possible.
For Morgan, it was all she could do just to avoid drowning during this fiasco. With no choice, she swallowed mouthful after mouthful until she finally felt a rush of air push its way out of the bottle. With a belly the size of a volleyball and pink milk dribbling down her face, she finally broke her mouth free from the bottle, taking an exasperated breath “What the fuck is wrong with you three?!” she screamed at the top of her lungs before glaring upward at Sawyer, “I swear to God, my dad is a lawyer, Sawyer, and he’s gonna make sure you pay dearly for this one!” She then turned her head towards Alyssa and Karley, “And you two! When I take over Tri Delta next year, you’ll be lucky if I even allowed you to clean the toilets, much less run the sorority with me! All three of you are fucked!”
The girls stepped back from Morgan, none of them able to hold eye contact with the green-eyed she-devil. Even Sawyer felt her rock-solid resolve dwindling slightly. If all this formula did was make her a little pudgy and bloated, then what was the point? She wouldn’t get another shot at Morgan quite like this.
Smirking, Morgan felt their meek energy growing and fed off of it like a carnivore feasting on its helpless prey. Fear was how she climbed to the top and fear would be how she got herself out of this mess. Targeting Alyssa and Karley, she knew that if she could push her minions back under her heel, they would never try anything like this again. “Alyssa, Karley, we’ve been friends all through college! I seriously can’t believe you would fuck me over like this!” she shouted, watching the guilt seep across both of their faces, “Now, whichever one of you unties me will get mercy next year. So who’s it gonna b-”
*GRUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMBBBBBLLLE!!!*
Morgan’s persuasive speech was cut off by an ominous gurgling sound that was emitted from her lower half. Instantly, her proud, upright posture slumped over in uncomfortable pain as she reeled from the quaking in her gut. She tried to regain her composure, but it was too late.
Stepping up to where Morgan was seated, Sawyer leaned down and flicked her on the forehead in between her eyes. “Sorry, Morgan, but none of us are buying these empty threats. Your bullshit isn’t gonna work anymore,” she said as she extended her foot under Morgan’s chair and kicked it hard from underneath. The shockwave was enough to make the girl groan her way through a new set of cramps. “In fact, I’d say it was about time for you to shit out all of that bullshit.”
“Oh my god, she really is getting…pudgy!” yelled Alyssa, pointing to one of Morgan’s sides, where a love handle was rapidly forming. Sawyer had been so focused on putting Morgan in her place that she didn’t even see that her rival was taking on pounds like nobody's business. It wasn’t just Morgan’s love handles either. Her belly, her arms, and even her thighs were getting plumper and flabbier.
“Guess the freshman fifteen comes for us all eventually, huh?” chuckled Sawyer as she placed her hand on Morgan’s tummy and rubbed it a little. Even though she was barely touching her, she could still feel the tremors that were impacting her bowels.
Shaking her head wildly, Morgan didn’t know if she was trying to escape or attempting to wake herself up from whatever horrific nightmare this was. “N-No! What’s happening to my body, you bitch!” she said, her voice turning fearful as she watched her figure balloon out of control. The only thing that didn’t seem to be changing was her boobs, which if anything, almost looked like they were getting smaller thanks to her surging midsection.
“Well Morgan, I’d say it’s only fitting that your outsides match your ugliness on the inside,” said Sawyer boastfully, “Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about being kind to others without everyone drooling over your bombshell body, and…you’re not even listening to me are you?”
No, Morgan was not listening. Instead, she had far more pressing things to worry about. Specifically, it was the pressure in her bowels that was capturing the majority of her focus. Curling her toes inward, she flexed every muscle she had in an attempt at preventing the harshest embarrassment possible. Sadly, there was nothing she could do as one last big wave of cramps broke down her final wall of defense.
*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRT!!!*
Morgan’s face twisted as a rush of sloppy, brown mush began to pile into her diaper. Having a mostly liquid texture, her poop squeezed out from under her seated position and rapidly filled the rear of her diaper until it was drooping over the back of the chair. “Eeeeeeeeeew!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. She strained against her restraints, trying desperately to break free from her smelly seat, but all she ended up doing was squishing the soupy mass around and coating most of her bum in sludge.
With her phone out, Sawyer made sure to capture every last second of Morgan’s demise on film, which soon enough would be immortalized on the internet. “Oh yeah, keep filling it up, diaper dumper! All those AB losers online will love seeing a hot college girl pooping her brains out!” she said, struggling to make herself audible over the unholy sloshing sounds that were produced in Morgan’s overly full nappy. A nappy that was starting to look a bit too full. “Uh, Alyssa? Are you sure this thing can hold this much shit?”
“Oh definitely,” said Alyssa, standing up from her comfy theater seat and approaching Morgan to give her diaper a hardy squeeze, “My dad’s shown me photos of these things swelling up as big as a bean bag! I’m sure it can handle whatever Morgan throws at it.”
True to Alyssa’s word, the diaper seemed to be doing just fine as it grew wider and more discolored, with Morgan perched up on top looking like a neglected toddler in her ridiculously bloated diaper. However, while her diaper was getting bigger, Morgan appeared to be getting smaller. “Ugh! Untie my legs!” she shouted, drawing everyone’s eyes to her feet. Her calves, which were duct-taped to the legs of the chair, were slowly pulling upward against Morgan’s will while her toes could barely manage to tap the floor. Even in her seated position, it was obvious to everyone that Morgan’s legs were shrinking inch by inch.
“She’s getting shorter too!” said Karley, flabbergasted by the transformation Morgan was undergoing. Notice that the other two were too in shock to act, she ran to Morgan’s aid and quickly undid the tapes holding her legs in place. Much like detaching an anchor from a ship, Morgan wobbled about on her gelatinous diaper, unable to stabilize herself as her diaper continued to expand.
By this point, Morgan was at a loss for where her body was producing this much poop from. She’d only drunk one baby bottle! How could she have this much shit inside of her?! Mercifully, Karley also decided to release her arms, giving her the freedom to move about. Not that she’d actually be able to move anyway with her diaper being the size of a mini-fridge.
*GUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGLE!!!*
A new noise was added to the symphony of organic sounds being produced by Morgan’s body, this time coming directly from her gut again. All of a sudden, it was as if the serum she was fed had kicked itself into overdrive. Grunting, she tried to push the rest of the stomach-churning substance out of her, unaware of the other changes affecting her body. Her boobs, which no longer only “appeared” smaller, shrunk from D-Cups to flat as a board in a matter of seconds. Additionally, her arms and legs continued to shrink alongside her tits, resulting in her losing almost an entire foot off of her height. The big finisher, though, was her face, which seemed to take on the same soft, doughy look that her torso did.
At last, the gushing, gurgling noises that Morgan had been producing for nearly five whole minutes finally subsided, bringing her transformation to an end. Gone was the outrageously hot cheerleader who could make almost anyone of any gender do what she wanted, replaced by a short, stubby, and chubby girl who barely looked old enough to be in high school, let alone be heading into her senior year of college.
Quivering in her seat, Morgan tried to lift herself off of her muddy rear but lacked the strength to move more than a couple of inches in any direction. Zapped of all energy, she leaned back and sunk into her diaper, which had taken on so much waste that it was now touching the ground. She closed her eyes and passed out within seconds, clueless to the fact that the formula wasn’t even close to done with her. With the Little’s body came a Little’s mentality, after all.
Looking at each other, none of the girls knew quite what to say. Sawyer, who’d been the ring leader of this whole revenge scheme, was frozen stiff by what she’d just witnessed. All she’d planned to do was make Morgan shit herself like crazy so she’d finally understand how it felt. This…this was something else…something far more insane than she had bargained for.
Balling up her fist, Sawyer stepped forward and rounded behind Morgan, doing her best not to gag from the pungent aroma. “Let’s…uh…get her to the nursery, Alyssa,” she said, trying her best to sound like she was certain of her choices, “There’s no turning back now. Regardless of what we’ve just witnessed, we have to stick together.”
Nodding their heads in nervous agreement, Alyssa and Karley looked at each other, knowing they were in too deep to change their minds. In a few hours, Morgan would wake up again, and they’d need to be ready for when that happened.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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