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hannieehaee · 8 months

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so about the dk thing... hold my beer, luna! I have some things for you:

- him being the biggest advocate for princess treatment™ 24/7, but becoming mean one specific night out of stress (due to work or anything you want), the outcome can be angsty or smutty >> this one can be a little tricky, because I swear I never saw seokmin mad...

- seokmin with an extremely shy s/o who makes him endeared every time, especially if she struggles when asking for any type of ffection

- dk in his mingyu era... also known as the scenario where seokmin gets constantly teased by his s/o about everything he does (which I can see happening, since he's such a sweet soul), but there's a turn 🤨☝️: dk gets his bite back by domming the f out of her 🫶

this is the result of being extremely dk obsessed.

I don't know if any of these were able to spark anything in your pretty brain, but I love anything you write anyway so...

kisses ♡

18+ / mdi

content: mean!seokmin, sub-ish reader, afab reader, smut, established relationship, angst, fluff, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2813

a/n: thank u for the suggestions anonie i loved them 🫡 i decided to do the first one hehe (mostly bc i live for princess treatment in fics but thats a subject for another day) hope u enjoy, fellow dk obsessed individual <3

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if there was an award for best boyfriend, seokmin would easily get first place.

he was always known to be the sweetest, most caring boy around. he had even gotten teased in front of millions over the extremely long texts he had a tendency to send to showcase how deeply he cared for the people in his life. seokmin just happened to be an overly affectionate guy, but who could blame him when he had so much love to give?

however, no one had truly scratched the surface of his affections. no one, but you. you bore the brunt of the most passionate and emotional aspects of his love. there was no one in this world seokmin knew how to love better than you. it was almost as if being your boyfriend had been the one task he had been sent to do on this earth. and he did it damn well.

to sum it up, you were his everything. seokmin had always craved romantic love; to have someone who he could give all his affections to without any type of filter or judgement. you happily received his love and gave yours right back, making you one of the most envied couples around due to the love that very clearly radiated out of the two of you.

every single one of your days was met by endless affection from your boyfriend, affections which he adored to give to you. you never had to ask for anything from seokmin. he just always knew the perfect ways in which to take care of you, always insisting on tending to your every need. however, everyone has off days. even seokmin.

the day had started like any other. you'd gone to sleep in each other's arms, waking up equally as tangled up as the previous night. seokmin woke up first, quickly getting ready before kissing you goodbye with the promise of coming back in time to have a dinner with you. the prospect always made him giddy. his whole life he'd always wanted a domestic routine to share with the love of his life day by day and now it was his reality.

like always, he departed home with a smile on his face, knowing he was about to arrive to his dream job that he shared with his best friends only to go back home at the end of the day and fall into your arms all over again. life was good; far too good to seokmin.

it seemed like those were the last few good moments seokmin was meant to have that day, as absolutely everything went wrong after that.

it first began with him embarrassingly tripping on his way out of the car that had driven him to the company, cutting up one of his favorite designer tops (one that had been a limited edition by the way!!). only a few people had seen, so the fall on its own hadnt been too embarrassing. however, as he fell he also happened to drop and smash his phone screen. upon trying to turn his phone back on, he failed, now being stuck with a useless phone for the rest of the day (or even all the way until he had a chance to get it fixed).

the shitty day did not end there. it was just starting.

the next awful predicament occurred just as he walked into the practice room. he hadnt known it until stepping foot inside, but he had just walked into a fight. a few of the members had been fighting about some stupid and unimportant thing, which made at least half of them far too irritable for their own good. on days in which members were irritated at each other, their coordination had a tendency to lack, which only caused more irritation. members snapped at each other throughout the day, making the hours of practice almost unbearable for seokmin. on top of that, he had developed a huge headache just an hour into leaving home. he was also nursing an old ankle injury he had neglected to get treated, which was now acting up due to his fall earlier that day.

his ankle injury led to a few performance team members snapping at him due to his lack in performance. he knew in his heart of hearts that it was just a stressful day for them all (and that his own attitude had been snappy thus far), but he couldnt bring himself to reason this, making him snap right back at his members. even upon going out to eat with his manager he bumped into some rude fans who had been a bit careless with his personal space, except this time he coupdnt react since he knew itd become a scandal.

halfway through his day seokmin realized how rude and unlike himself he had been acting. usually he'd be the mediator in any arguments among members, but today he had even joined in and worsened the situation. he also never really minded if fans were a little overexcited upon meeting him, simply chalking it up to the shock they felt at seeing him. except this time he found himself feeling annoyed? at it. this was very unlike him, but his mood simply continued to worsen throughout the day.

by the time he was heading back home, the final nail was hammered into the coffin. the van that usually drove him back and forth had broken down, causing seokmin, his driver and manager to have to stop on the side of a busy street to check on the issue. seokmin, of course, had to stay inside the van and not make his presence known, knowing he'd easily be recognized in the busy street. this was a fact that irritated him too for some reason.

by the end of it, it had taken over an hour to get the problem fixed, and he had no access to his phone to contact you and let you know that he'd be arriving home way later than usual.

that was the moment in which you entered his mind again. the thought of you instantly made him sigh in relief, knowing that soon enough he'd get to fall asleep in your arms and wake up to a better day.

it was 10:47 when he finally arrived back to your shared home, two hours after the usual time in which he'd reunite with you every day. upon walking in he was met with something he had not wanted to deal with after such an stressful day. you were there to greet him as per usual, but did not seem too happy to see him.

you opened your mouth before he could say anything.

"seokmin, what the hell? i called you twelve times. i even asked the members to call you and no response? what was so important that you ignored me all day?", you seemed very frustrated as you said it, clearly oblivious to the terrible day he'd just had.

"baby– "

"you said you'd be here for dinner by 8! what was so important you couldnt even give me a heads up? we rarely ever get to have dinner together. i spent hours cooking and getting ready and you just ditch me, and for what?", you continued to ramble, giving him no space to answer.

now, any other day seokmin wouldve maybe assumed that your outburst mightve been due to you having a bad day of your own. but today he was just too angry. there was no space in his mind for him to rationalize your lack of sympathy to him in this moment. despite knowing there was no way for you to know that his day had sucked, he also reasoned that you were not even giving him a chance to explain himself. this fact on its own finally did him in. you were going to be unreasonable? fine, then he was going to be mean. all frustrations from the day suddenly came together and manifested into the angry words that were about to leave his mouth.

"and– "

"god, can you please shut up?", he suddenly interrupted you with a tone so icy he even surprised himself, but he kept going regardless, "ive had such a horrible day, i dont appreciate coming home to your nagging. do you even care that maybe i had a reason for being late? i dont have to be here at eight on the dot every single night. nor do i have to keep you updated all day. god, please just leave me alone for today. i cant deal with you on top of everything else."

upon finishing his rambles, seokmin was out of breath. he hadnt said much, but the venom behind his words was enough to render him speechless. the moment the words left his mouth he felt the utmost regret. your face had gone from shocked to dejected to simply sad as he spoke. his went from frustrated to angry to regretful. the two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before seokmin tried to go and rectify himself.

"fuck, baby ... im so sorry, i dont know where that came from. i– i didnt mean any of that. i had a horrible day and– "

"is that it? it seemed like something you'd already thought about", it was now your turn to be angry, it seemed.

"no, baby, i swear! i was just trying to ... trying to be mean. i was trying to hurt your feelings. im so sorry. everything went wrong today and i was just so angry all day. i couldnt even call you because i broke my phone. see!", he pulled his phone out to show you, taking the opportunity to get closer to you, "i know its no justification, but i did not mean a single word i said. i love our nightly routine. i love coming home to you every day more than anything. please dont doubt that. i shouldntve taken out my anger on you. it will never happen again. please, please forgive me?", his endless ramble finally came to an end, puppy eyes staring into yours as he hoped you saw the sincerity in them.

halfway through his speech he had managed to make you give into him and let him hold you as he spoke. this simple act made him glad.

"minnie ... im sorry you had a bad day. but you should never speak to me like that. i love you, but i wont tolerate that. if something bothers you, you have to tell me, not blow up on me like– "

"no! nothing about you ever bothers me! i adore absolutely everything about our relationship and our routine. im so sorry. i shouldve told you when i came home that my day had put me in a mood instead of snapping at you like that."

you chuckled, "i cant really blame you. i threw accusations at you the moment you walked in. im sorry. can we call it even?"

"yes, angel. of course. im sorry i spoiled the dinner. wish i couldve seen how pretty you dressed up for me," he pouted at you.

"it's okay, minnie. there's always tomorrow. are you still feeling angry? did your ramble help you at least?", he winced at the mention of the disrespectful words he had just spoken mere minutes ago, but you seemed already unaffected by them.

to be quite honest, seokmin still felt peeved off at his day. from his fall, to his phone, to his members being mean and unreasonable, to then having his car fail and keep him from you, to then finally getting home and picking a fight with you, it was safe to say he was still dissatisfied. he needed something to relieve his stress, but he didnt want to put that onto you again.

"honestly? i still feel frustrated. it was just such a shitty day, i ... i dont know," he sighed, "i kinda feel like breaking something."

"how about me?", you sounded so genuine as you asked.

"huh?"

"yeah. you could use me to destress. right, minnie?", there wasnt even any lust behind your words. he could tell that it was simply you trying to help out your stressed boyfriend.

"d– do you mean be mean to you?"

you nodded, leaning closer to him as you smiled.

"yes, minnie. would that help? taking your frustrations out on me?"

he groaned with no response, choosing instead to pull you into a greedy and wanton kiss.

his hands were immediately rough as they desperately kneaded at every curve in your body, so harsh in their movements he was already sure he'd leave a bruise or two in his wake.

suddenly he pulled away to inquire at you.

"wait, baby. are you sure? i don't want to hurt you."

"you won't. you never would. do your worst, seokmin," and with that, you pulled him back to you to continue kissing.

surprisingly enough, the simple kissing on its own had begun to alleviate his mood a bit. being able to feel your whines as he fondled your body as he saw fit was already making him forget about his shitty day.

it didnt take long for him to drag you to your shared room and throw you on the bed, immediately going to rip your skimpy pajamas off so that he could have a full view of the body he was about to ram into the bed.

"oh, angel. you're so fucking beautiful ... gonna be so fucking mean to you, angel, im sorry," except he wasnt sorry. and both his tone of voice and devilish grin let you know of that fact.

you lay limp for him to take action, something which made him groan internally, knowing you were putting yourself fully at his disposition. he took advantage of this, choosing to undress himself and finally begin to hover over you.

immediately he flipped you around roughly, forcing you onto your elbow and knees as you gasped at the sudden movement. he fondled you some more and made it so you'd arch your back for him as much as physically possible.

he had no need to prepare neither you nor himself, as he was hard the moment you asked him to use you, and you were practically dripping at his rough attitude.

"baby, gonna fuck you now, yeah? let me know if it's too much."

you gave him the green light, leading him to immediately ramming into you with no further warning.

"f– fuck!"

"oh, fuck. feel so fucking good, beautiful. gonna fuck you so good ... gonna atone for every shitty thing that happened today ...", with that he began slamming into you with no mercy, drinking in every single scream you let out. he knew his neighbors might mind, but he didnt care for that right now. all he wanted was for you to crumble under him.

"you're such a good toy for me, angel. my pretty girl, letting me use her– fuck! ... however i see fit."

"m– minnie!"

"i know, beautiful, i know. such a pretty toy ..."

his movements only became harsher as he grew closer and closer to his end. he knew yours was coming too, based on the heightened pitch of your moans and the way you tried to push yourself back on him despite the sheer strength of his thrusts. it was impossible for him not to fall in love with how good you were for him. it was also impossible for him to be actually mean to you, choosing instead to praise you as your orgasm came to be.

"c– cum for me, beautiful. let me fill up your pretty cunt ..."

"yes, minnie! yours, all yours ..."

he didnt need more than that to fill you up, ramming against you one last time as he winced at the loud sound of his hips slamming against your ass. he swore he almost lost consciousness at the inexplicable pleasure he felt from cumming so deep inside you, hearing you slump over due to lack of energy.

your orgasms subsided together, leading seokmin to do quick work of your clean up and settling with you in the still half-messy bed, rushing to hold you in his arms, which was what he'd wanted since leaving home that morning.

"feel better?", you broke the silence.

"yeah, thanks angel," he grinned at you, giving you a quick peck.

"you weren't even mean to me!", you whined.

"it was hard, okay? i love you!"

"yeah, whatever ..."

"say it back!"

"ill think about it."

"baby!", this time he unglued your bodies, hovering over you as he tried to give you his, "you dont be mean!"

you giggled at him, giving in upon his sudden attack of kisses all over your face, "fine! i love you!"

he finally stopped, opting to cuddle into your side once more, "that's what i thought."

a/n: sorry the smut was too short idk how to write seokmin as mean 💔

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girls--complex · 2 months

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So. Yeah. I can do this in the interest of vaguely trying to be helpful. I feel bad about brain vomiting at anon and then not editing myself when this is probably all they really wanted from me.

As you know I'm very much an intellectual who very much has a well researched and developed system of thought that I use and am not, like, just some woo ass freakazoid stoner, with holes in her brain and kind of a shitty education, who doesn't really inherently enjoy reading books. Yes reading books is extremely boring but I love to do it because I am oh so smart.

Soooo I'm limiting myself to FIVE books because five is a nice number. They are not books that require a great deal of literacy or education to read, or else I would not have read them. They are books that give what I feel is a helpful perspective on the Christian tradition. They will be listed in descending order of how much they mean to me personally to underscore the fact that I'm just some guy who is moreover just saying shit.

The Cost of Discipleship (Dietrich Bonhoeffer) Read this book if you want the text of the gospels to glow and pulsate when you read it and it doesn't already do that. Or you want it to do that more. Or you don't want to endlessly strive to be happy or healthy or a decent person anymore you just want to live. You won't like it but you can't argue with the testimony of Bonhoeffer's life. And then if you keep reading it you will like it. Sorry that it's Lutheran but no I'm not.

The Universal Christ (Richard Rohr) Read this book if you don't care about being cool or smart and you just want to be fucking happy for once.

Revelations of Divine Love (Julian of Norwich) Read this book if you want to encounter more than you want to interpret, if you enjoy freaky medieval shit that's actually awesome, if you are in the mood to scream and cry and throw up, or if you are considering a career in nursing.

The Sermons of Meister Eckhart (U know...) Read this book if you don't understand anything or if you feel like you understand anything or if you're a big fan of dharmic religions and want to read the Mandukya Upaishad as recieved by a catholic. Whats cool is they're all pretty short.

The Physics of Angels (Fox & Sheldrake) Read this book if you have some type of a heart for scary woo shit or want to develop a more balanced relationship to woo-ology, or if you want an overview of angels in the Christian tradition that steers clear of thoroughness or academic reliability in favor of wild psychedelic speculation and unchecked boomer optimism.

Thank U for asking me because I love to share. I know it's my blog so I can technically post whatever I want but I also don't want to post things no one cares about because that defeats the purpose of posting. OK bye.

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jealousmartini · 6 months

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2ND MHA DR INTRODUCTION

**slightly incorrect hair colourings from late last year😒 will be updated soon

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Category is: Marcelynn K. Banks

Age: 17

Height: 5"6

Quirk: Magnetism [Scientifically called Gravitational force]

Manifest type(?). Marcelynn's palms have a strange 4 sided star symbol in the middle with a long arrow shape in between each space. When activated, anything in contact with her will either attract or retract anything or person to or from her like a magnet.

The law of her quirk is to ATTRACT (towards herself) = PULL, to RETRACT (away from herself) = PUSH

Marcelynn also likes to use her incredibly strong magnets (which have settings) to help with reaching further places by chucking the gadget at the target area, the magnet activates and starts to pull her in towards the exact area the magnet is.

Abilities she has are:

○ Gravitating to surface areas beneath her feet/hands/body no matter the angle of the surface in the form of retraction

○ Force fields

○ Increased damage imapct of kicks and punches on the opponent

○ Extreme high jumps

○ Telekinesis (sort of)

No backstory really, just fun facts:

○ Bakugo and Kirishima once referred to Mina and Banks as Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle because of their appearance.

○ Banks plays the double bass, the drums, the acoustic guitar and electric. She is also a Nirvana and The neighbourhood fan (After Jirou immediately befriended her after finding this out, she told Tokoyami, Momo and Bakugo and now she's part of their band)

○ Mina and Sero were her first friends she made they both heard her cussing in Spanish under her breath about something and they replied back in Spanish too. Turns out Mina is Afro-Latina and Sero is Hispanic

○ Marcelynn lives on the top floor of the dormitory with Kirishima, Uraraka, Mina and Bakugo.

○ Marcelynn wasn't planning on falling in love with any of her classmates. Until Kirishima and Uraraka became her Bi awakening. (Bakugo soon followed onto her list of crushes because she thinks his intimidating persona, his attitude and his quirk is sick af.. plus he's really funny and knows how to cook)

○ Marcy B. is an artist. She has notebooks stacked ontop of each other filled with drawing of her favourite anime and marvel characters, her favourite pro heros, and she's just recently bought a new one to fill with drawings of her class mates

○ There was a time when Marcelynn admitted she loves receiving and giving physical touch. That's why she's basically merciless when sparing, she wants to see how far the both of them can go no holding back.

○ To add onto the last fact, Marcelynn is graceful fighter. She is flexible and super good with her legs. She is light on her feet and lands fatale kicks and swings with her quirk, Midoriya noticed this and mentioned how her fighting style is a mixture of Chun Li from street fighters, Yor from Spy x Family and Gwen Stacy from ITSV/ATSV.

Anyway, take this limited edition marcy k. nendroid before you go 🤲🏾🫵🏾

side note💌 : old designs guys. Updating rn

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yourbucky084 · 2 years

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good girl

a professor matt murdock x reader fanfiction

description: professor murdock is the most attractive professor at your school. with his charm, cockiness, and sweet nature, you couldn't help but fall for him along with the rest of your classmates. what happens when he falls for you, too?

word count: 9.9k

a/n: HI HI SO SORRY LONG TIME NO SEE AGAIN. this took me so long to get up, but it's one of my all time faves. I re-edited a bunch of it, just adding some more details and juicy smut. the ending is a bit abrupt, I apologize! but I hope you all love it. any likes/comments/reblogs are much appreciated, more soon babes. enjoy whores - shannon <3

“So, with that evidence, he would be….” Matt paused, waiting for someone in the class to chime in with the answer. They’d been working on this all week, someone had to know the answer.

But all he heard was silence.

“Anyone? C’mon guys, you know this.”

Matt hounded the class as he paced around the front of the lecture hall, waiting for someone to speak up. He listened for signs of people at least trying to figure out the answer. An uptick in heart rate, the fluttering of notes, anything. But he came up with nothing; just steady heartbeats and constant breaths. Just his luck to get the late lecture slot on Friday night. Half the class didn’t even bother to show up. The half that did was usually either on their phones, or half asleep.

Except for you, of course.

You were chewing on the end of your pen, something you tended to do when you were focused. He had gotten to know your little tics pretty well over the past few weeks. You fiddled with your rings when nervous, bounced your leg when taking notes, and, his personal favorite, you smiled when he said your name.

“Y/N?”

Matt heard the small intake of breath, the drop of a pen. Then, his favorite sound in the world: the slow rise of the muscles in your cheeks, the flush of blood to your face. Smiling and blushing; all for him. He bit his lip, slightly, in an attempt to hide his own smile.

He just couldn’t help it. Not when it came to you.

Matt was no stranger to the effect he had on people, particularly his students. He had been teaching a law class at Columbia for a few years now, and he was used to the way his students talked about him. He knew he was considered attractive, being dubbed the ‘hot professor’ a few years ago. By now he had come to expect the flirty comments and attempts to ‘earn a better grade.’ It was part of his job, at this point. He’d give them a small smile, and tell them he wasn’t interested in the nicest way possible. And he was telling the truth: he never was interested, especially not in a student.

Until it came to you.

The first day of class, you stumbled a few minutes late, muttering apologies under your breath as you found a seat in the front of the class. Matt was immediately enamored by your voice, the way you said his name that first day sent shivers down his spine. The sweet, soft spoken, “Professor Murdock” made him ache, ache for you. Which was something he was not expecting. He hadn’t been this attracted to someone at first ‘sight’ since Elektra, and he hadn’t even spoken to you yet. Yet your scent had already become one of his favorites, sweet and soft, just like you. This kind of attraction was… rare. Matt knew that. Over the coming weeks of class, he had become absolutely enamored by you: with your intellect, your kindness, your temperament, your habits, your… everything.

And he absolutely hated it.

University rules clearly stated students and professors could not engage in any type of relationship that wasn’t strictly professional. Until the student left the professor’s roster officially, anything was extremely off limits. Engaging in a relationship with a student, especially a sexual one, would cost him his job. It would cost him everything, his reputation, his tenure, everything. He’d have to wait until you weren’t in his class to tell you how he felt. And that was torture. There was still a month left in the semester, a month till he could do anything. It was a twisted form of purgatory, designed to make him suffer. He loved having you in class, loved hearing your voice, but absolutely hated that he couldn’t have more.

And God, forgive him, but he wanted more.

As much as he hated to admit it, he often found himself most nights in his office alone, thinking of you. With his hand down his pants, he’d picture you beneath him, writhing in pleasure. Pleasure he would create. He often regretted it right after he finished, the shame creeping in almost immediately. Having these thoughts for someone who was his student was wrong. He knew that, knew that his feelings for you were wrong. Not being able to get off unless he was thinking of you was wrong.

But at the same time, something about it felt oh so right.

The sound of flickering papers brought him back to the present. You were flustered while searching for the answer; he heard the uptick in rhythm of your heartbeat. Whatever you were focused on before had really captured your attention, probably the case you guys were studying. You always got so invested in class, it was one of the things he loved about you.

Little did he know, you hadn’t been paying attention all class. At least not to his words, or his content.

You were focused on him.

Before enrolling in Mr. Murdock’s class, you had heard whispers about the defense lawyer turned professor. All the rumors were about his good looks and charm, called by most by the most attractive faculty member yet. Someone had even told you on a whim that “the blind thing makes only him sexier,” which one, was offensive, and two, made no sense. Everyone seemed to be obsessed with him, and you didn’t understand why. You even heard your advisor make a comment about his charm when you registered for the class, and hell, your friend was taking the class just to stare at him. But you truly didn’t understand the appeal. He was just a professor, right? What could be so special about him?

You soon found that the answer was everything.

Professor Murdock was, by far, the most enchanting man you had ever met. The way he spoke, the cock of his head when he really got into an argument. That cocky, wide grinned smile, dimples constantly on full display. His rolled up sleeves, god, the way those muscles looked through those too tight shirts. His intellect; the way he lectured made your head spin. He brought up ideas you’d never thought of before, he really made you think. And of course, the way he said your name. Sweet and slow off his tongue, no expectation, simply admiration. You hadn’t been this enamored with a guy since… well, ever. And you weren’t alone in that feeling: almost every girl in your class was in love with him. How could they not be? Just one class with him and you were hooked. He didn’t pay any attention to anyone, though, curving every flirtatious comment or any attempt to get him alone.

It was clear to everyone: he wasn’t interested in any of his students.

The way he treated you, however, said otherwise.

Professor Murdock, for whatever reason, seemed to have a soft spot for you. At first, you thought it was all in your head. There was no way the hottest professor on campus had a soft spot for you. But as the weeks went by, the evidence was too much to deny. He always spoke to you in a slightly softer tone than the one he used with his classmates. He was never stern with you, only sweet. He smiled at you more, more than anyone else. He always said your name with a smile, making you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be feeling in the middle of class. He left the sweetest comments on all your papers, sent you the kindest email replies. You lingered after class most days with some stupid question, eager to spend more time with you. And he always obliged, always changed the conversation towards you; your other classes, your weekend plans, anything.

It was almost as if he wanted more time with you, too.

And that thought sent shivers down your spine.

“Y/N?”

He said your name again, calling you back to the present. You looked up from your notes to find him standing in front of you, smiling down at you. He leaned on his cane, head tilted, awaiting your answer.

Fuck, the answer!

“Guilty, professor. Definitely guilty.”

“Good! Good girl.”

He said the last part softly, only you could hear. He didn’t mean to, he swore he really didn’t mean to. It just… it slipped out. Maybe it was the fact your hair was down today, your scent engulfing him when he was this close. Maybe it was the fact you were wearing a skirt, a little fluffy cotton number that left your legs on full display. Images of soft, smooth skin flooded his brain, overpowered any restraint. He didn’t know what it was that made him say it, all he knew was that couldn’t resist. Not when it came to you. Not when he suspected it would turn you on. He was grateful at that moment, though the rest of the class was barely paying any attention.

Something like that could have cost him his job.

But, fuck, did your reaction make it worth that risk.

Goosebumps flooded across your entire body. He felt the blood rush to your cheeks of course, and to somewhere else. Somewhere lower. Your breath caught in your throat, caught off guard by the nickname, which could have been a negative response. But the growing arousal between your thighs told him you liked it. You really liked it. And you wanted more. You were so sensitive, so responsive just to two little words, his two little words. He turned you on, he was the one making you feel this way.

He could only imagine how he’d make you feel with his tongue…

Or his cock-

A small shuffle from somewhere in the room broke his concentration, someone readjusting in their seat. It was meaningless, sure, but it was enough to make him snap back to reality. What was he doing? You were his student, he was your professor. This was wrong, you were young, innocent, whole life ahead of you. He really shouldn’t be flirting like this. He didn’t even know if you’d been in relationships before, for all he knew, you could have been a virgin. So why did that turn him on? Why was he feeling this way? Why were you so encaptivating? Matt heard the familiar shift of your facial muscles, the sure sign your lips were creeping into a smile, and then he remembered. It was you. Everything you did, everything you said, everything you were that made him act this way. You were driving him crazy, it seemed like nearly every thought these days was of you. It was wrong, sure, but what he felt was real.

Screw the rules.

He wanted you.

He got back to his lecture quickly, picking up right where he left off. That was the best way to avoid suspicion, he supposed. And to let you stew in the moment. He heard the signature scribble of a few pens as he described what comes after a verdict, one of those pens being yours. To unsuspecting eyes, you were simply listening to the lecture, taking notes, being a good student.

But Matt knew your heart was still racing.

You got back to your notes quickly, trying to ignore your rapidly beating heart. He didn’t mean it like that, right? He just wanted to commend you for getting the answer right. Right? Surely he didn’t mean to get you all hot and bothered; you could already feel the arousal pooling between your thighs. You tried to follow Mr. Murdock’s lecture, but you couldn’t focus on anything he was saying. Not when he had said that, and walked away like it was nothing. It was too intentional, too hushed, too on the nose for it to be a mistake, you decided. He meant to say it. He wanted to see how you��d react, he wanted to see if you wanted him too.

And, God, did you.

You just had to decide what you’d do next. He’d left the ball in your court, you got to decide where you wanted this to go. Ever the gentleman of him.You could do the obvious, and probably the most sensible: pretend it never happened and leave class as soon as it ended. That way, you’d keep your scholarship and Professor Murdock would keep his job. But, the riskier option would be to linger behind as you usually did, to wait until your classmates left. You’d get to see what Mr. Murdock meant by his little comment, to see if he wanted to say anything more.

Or do anything more.

It was a no brainer in your eyes. You’d be risking everything: your scholarship, your enrollment, his job, his tenure, ect. But you couldn’t take it anymore. How were you supposed to focus on anything when Matt was teasing you in the middle of class? You couldn’t take much more of the constant flirting, the never ending tension. You simply couldn’t stand another day of watching him walk across the classroom, sleeves folded up, chest hair peeking out of his dress shirt. You couldn’t take it anymore; knowing you could have him, but still holding yourself back. You wanted to, needed to see where he’d take it next, if he wanted to risk it too.

And you were almost certain that he did.

“Alright, everyone, I think that’s it for today. Check the syllabus for your homework, and have a great…weekend.”

Before Matt even finished his sentence, the majority of the class was already out of the room, on their way to their friday night plans. There were a few stragglers of course, as there always was. It didn’t slip his mind that one of those stragglers was you. You tended to linger back after class most days, more often than not in the last few weeks. It had started at first as just questions about class, but soon morphed into you two just chatting. You’d talk about your other classes and your career plans, he’d give you advice when needed, but mostly just listened. Every little thing you shared about yourself, about your life, Matt relished. It was domestic, like a date without the formality; he felt like he already knew everything about you. Tonight though, something told him your conversation would be different.

“Y/N, hang back a sec?” He asked, even though he knew you would stay. He just wanted to get rid of that last little bit of doubt in his mind.

He listened intently as your teeth caught on your bottom lip; your attempt at holding back a smile. These are some of the only times he wished he could see, to see your reaction, to see the happiness creep up on your face. He was lucky he had his abilities, otherwise he wouldn’t be so confident that you wanted him too. The blood rushing to your face, smile wide, alleviated all his doubts.

“Sure Professor,” Your joy was clear in your tone, and Matt felt no shame in the smile that crept up his own cheeks. He knew there were a few students left still packing up, but he wasn’t concerned. It was a well known fact you were his favorite student, you were the only one passionate about the class. Your dedication to law and his class only added to his attraction to you, Matt loved getting in debates with you about the day’s material. He was in awe of how invested you were, how much you believed that in the end, law would prevail. It was incredible, your unwavering belief. You wanted to do good, knew you could do good through the courts, just like him.

And god, was that attractive.

“You’re staying again to fuck him, aren’t you,” your friend blurted out, breaking his train of thought. Matt had to hold back a laugh as he sensed your face flushing red at your friend’s remark, your embarrassment clear. Normally, he’d be a little concerned at that comment. But he knew it was your friend, and had heard her encouraging you to fuck him openly at the end of every class.

Maybe tonight, you’d finally take her advice.

“For the last time, we aren’t fucking. I just like to talk to him.”

Matt listened closely to your body as you spoke. Your heart rate was steady, indicating you were telling the truth. You did like talking to him, and you guys weren’t fucking.

Not yet, at least.

“Talk. Mhm, sureeeee. Whatever you say. Text me when you’re done talking,” she said as she threw a wink your way.

She grabbed her bag and left immediately, not giving you a chance to respond. Now that she was gone, you and Matt were the only people left in the classroom. Completely alone. Tension filled the room like a thick fog, goosebumps covered your skin in anticipation of what was to come. Matt hated making you nervous, making you wait. He wanted you to break the silence, to have you decide where you wanted the evening to go. But you weren’t saying anything, Matt could hear you fiddling with your skirt. It was clear you wanted him to take the lead.

So lead he would.

“Y/N, that’s you right?” He knew it was you, of course, but you didn’t know about his abilities. He had to keep up appearances, of course. You wouldn't know that side of him. Not now. Not ever.

“Yes, Professor. Just me.”

God forgive him, but the way you said his title…

It made him feel things he shouldn’t be feeling. It was downright sinful, the way the word rolled off your tongue. He wanted to know what you would sound like begging for him, pleading for your professor to fuck you harder. He was half hard in his pants already at the thought. Hard in his classroom, who was he?

You emphasized those last two words, making it clear to him that you two were alone.

That he could do whatever he wanted.

His mind scrambled for an excuse to get you out of here, to his office. It was smaller, more intimate, and he had a couch there. A couch he hoped you two would get some use out of tonight. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself, of course. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way, didn’t want to force you into doing something you’d regret. But the smell of your pheromones in the air, arousal very present, told him you were thinking about the same thing.

You shifted on your feet again, shuffling, reminding him you were waiting for him to make the next move.

“W-would you mind helping me move these books back to my office? It’s just a few doors down, I-I also have a paper of yours to give back. Unless, of course, you have other plans.”

His tone was slightly panicked, nervous. Like he didn’t know if you’d say yes. Professor Murdock was giving you an out, one last chance to stop whatever was going to happen. How sweet. You appreciated the gesture, sure, but your mind was made up. You knew what you wanted: you wanted him.

“I’d love to, Professor,” you said with a smile, relishing the way your words made him smile in response.

“Matt. My name’s Matt.”

Matt. A simple thing, just his name. But it felt like the final step into something larger. You had spent time with him outside of class for weeks now, but he had never told you his name. It was like he had been holding himself back, his true self, and he was finally ready to let go.

To give himself to you.

“Matt,” you said his name once, taking in the way the name tasted on your tongue.

You liked it.

You wanted more.

“Matt. Matthew, I presume? Maybe even Matty? I like it,” you’d adopted a teasing tone, not dissimilar to the one Matt had taken with you earlier, when those two little words slipped out. You figured if he wanted to tease, so would you.

You watched as Matt’s cheeks flushed pink, his jaw twitching ever so slightly. You imagined this was how he felt earlier, seeing you all hot and bothered. A fan of nicknames, you thought.

You’d keep that in mind for later.

“Either’s perfect, coming from you,” he said with a smile. Now it was your turn to blush again. Matt had made nice comments before in class, sure, even the occasional compliment. But now that he was openly flirting?

You didn’t know how to handle it.

“Umm… where are the books?” You decided it was best to just move on, ignore his outright flirting for now. If you flirted back right now, you were pretty sure you’d jump his bones right here in the middle of the classroom. And as much as you’d love to act out your late night fantasies, you knew that the building wasn’t empty.

And with Matt, you didn’t want to have to contain your moans.

“Oh! Yeah, right here,” he said as he felt around his desk, finding the edge and leaning down. He picked up two books, two he could easily carry himself, but it was clear the books were just an excuse to get you in his office. To get you alone. You grabbed your bag and walked down the lecture hall ramp, meeting Matt at his desk. You walked over to him, trailing your hands down his arms, before grabbing the books out of his hands.

“Ready?” You asked, as he grabbed his briefcase and cane from atop his desk. He balanced both items in one hand, stretching out the other to find your arm, wrapping his arm around it. He leaned in close, close enough so you could hear the contented hum he let out once you were flush against his side. His head turned toward you, as he smiled and said:

“Lead the way.”

You two spent the majority of the walk in silence, the only words between you two were Matt’s directions on how to get to his office. It consistently amazed you how Matt knew where you two were after every turn, effortlessly guiding you to his office door. You used the downtime to relish in Matt’s warmth at your side, how close he kept himself to you despite not needing a guide. You’d seen him get around the building plenty of times with just his cane, using the braille on the various door signs to navigate himself. So he was clearly just using the excuse of needing a guide to be close to you.

And that sent shivers down your spine.

“The door on your left. That’s my office. I just gotta get my keys,” he broke his grasp around your forearm, fishing his keys out of the pocket of his trousers. He unlocked the door, grabbing the books out of your arm and placing them on his desk. While he got settled, putting down his briefcase and collapsing his cane, you admired his office. There weren't many decorations, but you didn’t know why you’d thought he’d have any. The only decoration, of sorts, was a small metal sign hung above his desk, “Nelson and Murdock: Attorneys at Law.” Must have been his practice before he started teaching, you thought. Other than the sign, he had a bookshelf in one corner, filled to the brim with various textbooks in braille. Against one wall was a couch, a smaller, love seat type deal, pillow and blanket stacked neatly in the corner. You smirked at the thought of Matt, typically all tough and no bullshit, cuddled up under a little penguin blanket.

“You sleep here?” You said with a chuckle, putting your own bag down on the floor.

“Sometimes. I like the occasional nap or two between classes,” Matt said as he fished something out of his briefcase, closing it with a snap. The room fell into silence for a second, and you didn’t know how to break it. Matt began to walk over, piece of paper in hand. Upon a closer look, you realized it was your paper, and your heart dropped. Did he really call you in here just to talk about your paper? Did you read everything wrong?

But then Matt took a seat on the almost-too-small-for-two-people couch, patting the cushion right next to him, and all your fears disappeared.

“Sit, please, sit.”

He heard your heart begin to race in your chest as you sat down next to him, close enough so that your legs were touching. It took everything in him to not pull you down atop him and bring your lips to his,to have you right now. But he knew he needed to take this slow. He didn’t know if this was going to be a one time thing, whatever it was. Regardless, you were young. He needed to be sure, to be confident you wanted him too. Taking things slow was part of that. But he also had selfish reasons. He wanted to be able to take his time, make sure you were enjoying it, to savor your reactions.

To savor you.

“I-Is that my paper?” You stuttered, Matt could hear the tension in your voice. You were fiddling with your rings as you always did when nervous, though this time, Matt could smell your arousal in the air. You weren’t anxious; you were anticipating what was to come, same as him. It was turning you on, this build up. So he decided to tease you a little more.

“Oh, yeah, here,” he held the paper out, letting his fingers brush yours as he handed it to you.

“Great job as always. You really nailed the final commentary piece, too. I’ll be using it as an example for the rest of the class, if that’s ok.”

You couldn’t hide your smile as he spoke. Matt knew you liked to hear how well you were doing, to be praised in the classroom setting. He had heard the steady uptick in your heart whenever he complimented your phrasing, or commended you for getting the answer right. But, due to his little slip up earlier, he knew that desire to be praised carried over into other parts of your life. More intimate settings. He couldn’t help himself as he continued to speak, eager to dive deeper into this part of you.

“You really like to hear how good you’re doing, huh?”

Matt heard the breath catch in your throat, sensed the way you clenched your thighs for some type of relief. His words had had the exact reaction he’d hoped for, going straight to your core. He knew he had you pegged, but it still felt good to see your reaction. He took another bold move, placing his hand atop your thigh, right where the skirt ended and your skin began to show. You physically shuttered, but didn’t move his hand away. In fact, he felt you move just a little closer, until you were flush against his side. If someone walked in and found you two like this, he’d lose his job. A small part of him kept reminding him you were his student, this was wrong. It wasn’t just taboo, it was illegal. He’d lose his job.

But he just couldn’t pull himself away from you.

“I-I just… I really like to please, Professor.”

Now it was his turn to shiver. He definitely wasn’t expecting that in response. You clearly had caught on to his little game, the teasing banter back and forth. Your tone was light, innocent, and unpresuming. But you knew exactly what you were doing, using his title like that. He adjusted in his seat a bit, trying to hide his growing erection beneath his pants. He had never gotten this turned on, this fast, but you had a hold on him he couldn’t explain. Just your words, the contact of your body heat against his, was enough to get him going.

And he wanted more.

“Matt, sweetheart. You can call me Matt.”

Sweetheart. You liked that. You really liked that. There was a whole new wave of arousal in the air, he could smell it. You must have been practically dripping, the way your scent crowded his senses. You shifted next to him, rubbing against the couch just the slightest bit, seeking some relief. He wouldn’t be able to keep composure, to tease you much longer. His hand had already started sliding up your thigh on instinct, sliding under the fabric of your skirt. He was seeking out your wanting arousal, seeking more of you.

He needed more of you.

“Matt…” You said, his name a breathy sigh on your lips. He leaned in ever so slightly in expectation, waiting for you to do the same. But you didn’t. You stood up abruptly, leaving Matt alone on the couch. What were you doing? He had never been more confused, he hadn’t sensed any indication that you didn’t want this as much as him. If anything, you were more aroused than before.

So what was going on?

“Why’d you call me in here?”

You asked with your hands on your hips, holding yourself steady. He searched your tone for any hint of hesitation, anything saying you didn’t want this. But your words were strong, clear, and concise. You knew what you were asking. You knew what he was going to say in response, and hell, you wanted him too. You were simply looking for confirmation, something to tell you that this was real, that it was happening. That it wasn’t a dream.And Matt could give you that.

After a little more teasing, of course.

He stood up from his spot on the couch, walking over to where you stood in the middle of the room. He took a bold move, placing both hands on your hips, keeping you both in place.c He pulled you flush against him, close enough so that he knew you could feel him rock hard against your stomach. He wanted you to know, to realize how much you turned him on. He leaned in, close, biting back a grin when he felt you lean in too. He paused before you two were touching, wanted to tease you just a little bit more, keep you on the edge.

“Oh I think you know, sweet girl,” Matt whispered, relishing in the feeling of your hips against his. The fabric of your skirt was soft, fluffy, and he was pretty sure pink; all he wanted to do was bury his head in it. Your hands moved from your side to Matt’s neck, one raking itself in his hair. He couldn’t help the small whine that escaped his lips, not when your fingers felt so good. You were so gentle, scratching ever so slightly, the tension disappearing from his shoulders almost entirely. You leaned in close as Matt licked his lips in anticipation, but you stopped just before you two connected.

“Wanna hear you say it, Matty,” you whispered in the darkness. He could feel your breath on your lips, could taste you in the air. You were teasing him back, giving him a taste of his own medicine. You weren’t as innocent as he originally thought, not as fragile as he had surmised. You could handle yourself.

And he loved it.

Without missing a beat, he whispered back.

“How about I show you instead?”

Matt’s lips finally connected with yours. A bit softer than you were expecting, but you weren’t one to complain. Not when you were finally here, kissing the man you’ve been fantasizing about for weeks. You grabbed onto the back of Matt’s neck tighter, trying to ground yourself in the moment. This was real, this wasn’t a dream.

You were kissing Professor Murdock.

Matt’s tongue slipped inside your mouth, eager to deepen the kiss. You obliged, eager to take as much as Matt wanted to give. He kissed you deeply, hands moving up your back to push you flush against him. His lips moved slowly, taking his time in devouring you. And devour he did. His lips against yours made you weak at the knees, your composure slipping. But you only leaned into it, leaned into him, eager for more you knew you wouldn’t get. You suspected that this moment wouldn’t last long, there was only so much you could do in his office without getting caught. You wanted to savor it for as long as the kiss lasted, for however long Matt was willing to risk it.

Almost as if he had read your mind, Matt broke the kiss. He rested his forehead on yours for a moment, catching his breath. Keeping your eyes closed, you let out a breathy sigh, reveling in the moment. You waited for him to speak, to break the contact and address the situation. Instead, Matt’s hands found your hips, gripping tight, and beginning to walk you backwards. Backwards until your back was against the door.

“Matt, what are you doing?” You giggled slightly, taken aback by the movement.

And then his mouth found your neck.

“Matt… not in t-the office…they’ll hear us, you’ll…oh fuck-” Your words faltered as he pressed you against the door. His fingers had somehow already found their way under your skirt, moving your underwear aside immediately as kissed down your neck. His touch was full of passion, fingertips already skimming your folds. Like he was getting ready to fuck you right here, against the door.

You were not expecting this.

You’d always found Matt to be a particularly level headed teacher, one fond of the rules. He turned down every advancement from his students, he never kept the class a minute past the end time. Assignments were organized, the syllabus was a word for word plan of the year. He was… put together, in every sense. You thought he liked his rules, liked to obey. But here you were: his mouth leaving marks on your neck, his fingers teasing your slick.

You were the exception to his rule, you guessed.

You couldn’t help but moan as his thumb brushed your clit, fingers already teasing your entrance. He was still kissing your neck, teeth scraping the soft skin every so often. And god, was it turning you on. What was happening? You certainly weren’t surprised when Matt leaned in for the kiss, but that’s all you thought it was going to be: a kiss. You didn’t think Matt was going to finger you in his office, or fuck you on his desk.

But right now, those seemed to be his only two intentions.

“Oh, they’ll hear us, huh? You think they’ll hear how wet you are for me? How desperate?”

Matt’s tone was rich against your neck, a low growl in your ear. He was teasing you; testing your limits to see how far you’d go right here. The building was mostly empty, as it was nine o’clock at night on a friday. But you were certain there’d be a few stragglers, just like Matt. And as much as you wanted, needed him, you didn’t want to risk him losing the job he loved so much.

Especially not for you.

“We’re gonna get c-cau-auh… ohhhhh.”

Matt cut you off by pushing two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that one spot on the first try. He kept pumping his fingers in and out, in and out, hitting that spot again and again and again. You couldn’t do anything but throw your head back in pleasure and wrap your hands around Matt’s neck to keep you afloat. Deep down, you knew this was wrong. He was your professor, you were his student, you couldn’t be doing this, especially not in his office.

But if this was so wrong, why did it feel so right?

Your mind was blank, covered in a fog of pleasure at Matt’s hand. His fingers felt divine, a godly gift from above. And hell, with the way he looked, maybe he was a god himself. Gone were your protests from seconds ago, long gone in fact. His hair was messy, glasses low on his face so you could see his eyes. A permanent smirk was etched on his face, telling you he was enjoying this just as much as you were. All you wanted to do, all you could do was moan and beg for more. Your hands clawed at his back, shoulders, desperate for something to ground you.

Because Matt was taking you higher than you’d ever been before.

You’d been fingered before, sure, but nothing could compare to this. Matt wasn’t just doing this for your pleasure, it was clear he was enjoying it too. Soft sighs against your skin, licking his lips every so often as if he was tasting you in the air. He leaned into your body; one hand holding the small of your back while the other worked its magic. His fingers were moving at a furious pace, but something about it felt oh so gentle. Matt was in charge, dominance clear. But he treated you as a treasure, each touch was intentional. No one had ever treated you with such kindness. His lips moved from their place on your neck, leaving small kisses along your jaw, stopping when he reached your ear.

“You’re being so good for me baby, so good. Wanna cum? I wanna make you cum. C’mon, wanna make you cum.”

You couldn’t form words to answer Matt’s question, only nod slightly while your head was thrown back in ecstasy. This was all too much, Matt’s fingers, his lips against your neck, the realization that it was him, your professor, bringing you this pleasure. He kept hitting that spot inside you again and again, curling his fingers just right with every thrust. With the feeling of his fingers, and the fact that it was his fingers, Matt’s fingers, you were going to cum faster than you ever had before.

“Matt, I’m g-gonna, I’m-” You began, trying to warn him of your impending release. Before you could reach your peak, however, he pulled away from you entirely. You whined in protest, upset at the lack of stimulation without any warning. But before you could chastise him, he grabbed your hips, moving you away from the door and guiding you to sit on his desk. He pushed your skirt up to your waist, leaving you and your underwear on full display. You expected him to fumble with his belt, to fuck you right then and there.

But he did something unexpected.

He dropped to his knees.

“Changed my mind, sweetheart. Wanna taste you.”

You watched through hooded eyes as he removed his tie and glasses, allowing you to finally get a good look at those beautiful brown eyes. He always kept his glasses on in class, only taking them off once and a while to rub his eyes. He had told you once after class that people typically found his eyes uncomfortable. The unfocused stare, the lack of blinking turned people away. You had told him that wasn’t true, that you’d love to see his eyes. He had told you maybe someday he’d take his glasses off so you could see them for yourself.

You never would have guessed that moment would be now, with Matt kneeling beneath you like a man at the altar.

Ready to worship.

He tilted his face up towards you and smiled, giving you another glimpse of those sinfully warm eyes. He placed small kisses along your thighs, teasing you yet again. If you had learned anything about Matt Murdock today, it was that he liked to tease. It was becoming clear that was his favorite part of all this, he lived for the chase. The taboo nature of your positions was hot to you, sure, and you were only now realizing it must have been hot to him too. The praise, the nicknames, the desire to get caught. Matt Murdock was dirty, and you were loving it.

Despite your earlier fears, all you wanted now was to cum. You knew it was wrong, knew you could be caught at any moment. But you didn’t care. Matt clearly wanted this, to have you in this way. And you’d do anything he asked. He wanted to take his time, however, and you certainly did not. After your first ruined orgasm, you weren’t too keen on the idea of him drawing this out any longer. You huffed out loud in protest, causing Matt to chuckle against the soft skin of your thigh.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m getting there.”

His tone was soft, but he said everything with a shit eating grin. It was clear he was enjoying drawing this out, leaving one last hickey on your thigh. He licked his lips before moving in between your thighs, licking a broad stripe up your folds. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips when his tongue first made contact with your clit, raking your hands through his hair without thinking. You didn’t intend to tug as hard as you did, but you couldn’t help it. He felt too good, and you needed more, more, more.

And he was more than eager to oblige.

Matt had decided heaven wasn’t possible for him after everything he’d done. He had accepted his fate, faced the fact he’d never reach eternal pleasure.

Yet here he was, in heaven between your thighs.

He had never tasted something so sweet. Your taste was addicting; the more he got, the more he wanted. He couldn’t hold back his own moans, you were bringing him pleasure he’d never felt before. The way you used your hands to bring his face closer to you, grinding down on him, turned him on more than he’d care to admit. He was already close, just by tasting you. He loved the way you were taking what you wanted from him, and he was more than willing to give whatever you needed.

With another groan from his own mouth, he shifted up a little bit on his knees, just high enough so that his nose rubbed against your clit. You practically yelped at the contact, raking your hands in his hair even harder, hips grinding down on him. Matt tried to ignore his own arousal, his cock was painfully hard straining against the fabric of his pants. He wanted, needed to make you cum.

Before he came in his pants like a teenager.

“C’mon, sweetheart, need you to cum. Need you to cum, please.”

He mumbled between your folds, the vibration of his voice adding another level of pleasure. He could tell his words did something to you, your fingers gripping his hair even harder. He could feel your walls begin to contract, could hear the uptick in your heartbeat as you approached your end. You were close, almost over that wall.

And Matt was gonna give you one final push.

He took your clit between his lips and sucked, intent on bringing you to your end. You chanted his name, his real name, not his title. This was real, not some fantasy. Like a silent, soft prayer, “Matt, Matt, Matt,” left your lips over and over again. Finally, with another swirl of his tongue, your muscles contracted, and a new wave of your arousal coated his tongue. You had a death grip on his hair, pushing his face between your thighs and riding out your high. He could sense the relief in your body as your heart rate slowed and your thighs relaxed. He smiled to himself, still between your thighs. He listened as you shifted yourself up on your elbows, still panting slightly. He moved out from his place between your thighs, trying his best to meet your eyes. Your hands found his shoulders, then his face, as you spoke.

“Get the fuck up here and kiss me.”

You both chuckled at your words, but Matt obeyed, standing up and finding your lips once again. He heard you groan into the kiss, overwhelmed at his taste on your tongue. If it was up to him, he’d stay like this all day, his hands on your hips, your lips against his. This was what he had been waiting for all semester, all he had ever wanted.

To be with you.

Your hands shifted down to his belt, reminding him of his more pressing problem. He’d been so focused on your pleasure, so invested in you, he hadn’t realized how much he’d been hurting. He was painfully hard, the fabric of his boxers all too rough against his skin. But it seemed like you were intent on alleviating that. You fiddled with his belt, struggling, but he wasn’t keen on helping you just yet.

He wanted to feel you.

He moved his hands up to find the bottom of your shirt, teasing the soft skin of your stomach underneath. You huffed impatiently, lips pursed together in what he imagined was the cutest little pout. You broke the kiss, quickly removing your t-shirt and flinging it across the room.You went right back to his mouth wordlessly, and your attempt to remove his belt. He traced his fingers up your lower back, trying to memorize every little dip and curve he could find. He finally found the fabric of your bra, running his fingers under the elastic as he broke the kiss.

“Can I-” He began, intent on asking consent, but you cut him off.

“For God sakes, Matthew, pleaseee,” You whined, finally undoing his belt. He twisted the hooks of your bra, undoing them all at once, the fabric falling along your shoulders. You removed your hand from the button of his pants, shrugging the soft fabric off your chest, before returning to your original position. He slowly, carefully, traced his fingers from your back to your upper ribs, finally coming into contact with your breasts. Before he could explore them, savor them as you deserved, your hand began to palm his cock through the fabric.

“S-shit,” Matt exclaimed, and you bit your lip at his reaction, unable to hide your satisfaction at finally having him in your clutches. This whole night, you’d been at his mercy, under his spell.

But now it was his turn.

You undid the last button on his pants, tugging them down past his ass, as they fell to the floor. You found the waistband of his briefs, tugging those down too, letting his cock spring from its confines. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips at his size; he was huge. You’d expected big, sure. He carried himself with too much confidence to say otherwise. But this? You never would have thought. He was long, sure, probably around eight inches. But god, he was thick. You could barely wrap your hand around his as you moved to pump him, using the precum at his tip as lubricant. One flick of your wrist had him moaning, bucking up into your hand. You looked up to find his eyes closed, head thrown back in pleasure, mouth agape in ecstasy. He was beautiful like this: vulnerable, relaxed, finally letting go. You didn’t know what this was with Matt, whether it was a one time thing or something more. All you knew is you wanted to keep bringing him pleasure for as long as you got the chance.

Abruptly, he grabbed your wrist, pausing your movements. You pouted, frustrated at the fact he cut you off. You were intent on sucking him off, bringing him the same pleasure he brought you. But he clearly had other plans. He brought your hand up to his lips, giving it a small peck before dropping it entirely.

“Wanna fuck you now. Turn over.”

His tone was firm, low. Sure. Not unlike the tone he used in the classroom, when giving the class directions, orders on what to do next. He expected to be listened to in the bedroom, the same way he was listened to in the classroom. He expected to be in charge.

And god, did that turn you on.

You obliged, standing up to remove your skirt before leaning over on his desk. The scene was utterly pornographic, something out of your deepest, darkest fantasies come to life. You were about to fuck your professor, over his desk. You couldn’t believe it. Matt started unbuttoning the buttons on his dress shirt, slowly, muttering praises and promises as he went.

“Thought about this for weeks, you know. You, spread out over my desk. So fucking beautiful, so fucking good for me. You gonna be good for me now, huh? Let me make you cum on my cock?”

Matt was definitely dirtier than you were expecting, and you were loving it. He was a rule follower in the classroom to the utmost extent, but here was where his wild side was let loose. You didn’t expect him to be so vocal in the bedroom, so filthy, but it was more than welcome. You nodded in response to his question, to his praises, turning your head back to face him as you spoke.

“Please, Matty. Please fuck me.”

He growled in response, throwing his shirt somewhere on the floor. He grabbed your hips from behind, pressing his cock against the curve of your ass. The contact caused you to arch back up into him, silently begging for more.

And you knew Matt was gonna give you more.

He guided his erection to your folds, rubbing up and down a few times, coating himself in your slick. After a minute, he lined himself up with your entrance, pushing just the tip in slowly. You yelped at the sudden intrusion, taken aback by the stretch despite Matt’s fingers earlier. He placed a kind hand on your lower back, rubbing his thumb across his skin. Comforting you to the utmost extent, encouraging you.

“I got you, sweetheart. I got you,” he said as he slowly pushed himself in, taking his time as he stretched you out. It had been a while since you’d had sex, and with Matt’s size, it was more than a little stretch. After a minute or so, he bottomed out entirely, causing you both to groan. He pulled back again slowly, causing you to groan loudly, not out of pain, but of pleasure. He brushed up against your g-spot as he thrusted out, already bringing you immense satisfaction on the first move. You cried out, loud and sudden, taken aback by the pleasure. He began to pull out all the way again, afraid he’d hurt you. But you reached your hands back, grasping for him.

For more.

“More, god, Matt please-” you began, but he cut you off with another thrust. He continuously hit that spot inside you with each thrust, grabbing your hips to help ensure he was getting the angle right. You grabbed the edge of his desk for support, desperate for some support as he began to thrust harder, now finally seeking out his own pleasure.

Finally taking you how he wanted.

“Fuck, Matt, sooo good,” You moaned, words slurring, unable to hold back your sounds of pleasure. Your moans were barely discernible from your words, but you had to let Matt know how good he was making you feel. How good he felt. You’d never had sex this good, fumblings in the backseat or lackluster frat men could never compare. Matt filling you, splitting you was overwhelming. You’d reach your peak soon.

Your words went straight to Matt’s cock, twitching inside of you. Fuck, you were hot. He’d know that before, of course. But having you writhing underneath him, pushing your hips back with each thrust to fill you even more… It may have been the most attractive thing Matt had ever experienced. You were tight, way tighter than he had expected. Between that, and the filthy fact of you being his student strewn out naked across his desk, he wasn’t going to last long.

He needed to make what he had left count.

“Turn over,” He ordered, slipping himself out and stepping back entirely. He listened as your eyebrows scrunched in confusion, but you listened anyway, laying back down on the desk. He grabbed your legs, placing them on his shoulders as he again found your entrance, and pushed inside. He didn’t give you any lead up, any grace period as he resumed his rapid pace, thrusting in and out of you. You lifted your hips up in pleasure as his thumb found your clit, rubbing it rapidly, with the intent of bringing you to orgasm as soon as possible. He leaned over, pressing a kiss against your collarbone, then your neck, as he finally reached your ear.

“You gotta cum for me, sweetheart. C’mon, baby, soak my cock. Be a good girl and cum for me. I know you can do it. Please, wanna feel you, need to feel you.”

He whispered softly against your neck, voice faltering as he continued to work your clit. As soon as he spoke, he heard the signature uptick in your heart rate, the tightening of your muscles around his cock. You tightened tenfold when you were about to cum; he couldn’t last much longer.

Your hands wrapped around his neck as you came to your end, a desperate attempt to ground yourself as you went up. You moaned his name as you came, a high pitched “Matty” that claimed your orgasm as his. Something snapped within him as you came, something dark. He’d been holding himself back, afraid he’d hurt you, scare you away. He wanted to be sweet with you, to take care of you as you deserved. But his name on your lips as you came was too much to bear.

He needed to let the devil out.

As you began coming down from your orgasm haze, you heard Matt growl. His hand left your clit to immediately find your throat, wrapping his hands around the vulnerable skin. Your eyes widened, taken aback at the sudden gesture. He had been dominant before, sure, but never rough or too kinky. Choking? This was a new level. Despite the surprise, you weren’t scared. You should have been, though. The sight of Matt, teeth bared, hand around your neck, eyes dark as he thrusted, should have been terrifying.

But it wasn’t.

It was hot.

“Y-you’re fucking mine,” Matt mumbled as his thursts increased, chasing his own end at a rapid pace. You couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it, and you liked that. Matt was in control, Matt was taking control. If you hadn’t just come, you were sure those words would have made you reach your end on the spot.

“S-say it. Say you’re m-mine,” He ordered, his hand squeezing tighter around your throat.

“I’m yours, Matt. I’m yours.”

You whispered in the darkness, and that’s what did it. Hearing you claim yourself as his, after he’d wanted you for so long, was too much. He removed his hand from your throat, grabbing your hips rougher than he intended. But he couldn’t control himself when it came to you, the Devil was in charge. He thrusted himself deep inside as he came, coating your walls with his release.Your words brought him over the edge, the fact that you were telling the truth when you said it was too much to bear. He thrusted one more time, before forgoing his grip, and collapsing on top of you.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around him, one of your hands raking your way into his hair, as he came down from his own high. Without warning, Matt stood up fully, scoping you up from where you two laid and bringing you both to the couch. You sat on his lap as he pressed you against his chest, one of his hands finding its way to the top of your head. He seemed panicked, an expression of fear etched across his face as he spoke.

“ I’m so sorry, shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean,I don’t… I’m so sorry,” He stuttered out, raking his way through your hair as he held you close. His heart was beating rapidly, eyes flickering back and forth like he was scanning the room. You were confused by his apology and panic; couldn’t he tell that that was the best sex of your life?

“Why are you sorry?”

You whispered back, wrapping your hands around his neck to bring you closer to him. He shook his head in response, flinching slightly at the contact. He seemed scared to touch you, his hand around your shoulders all too soft. He’d gone a bit rough, sure, but nothing insane. But it was almost like you could hear his mind racing, his silence said enough. You finally figured it out: he was scared he hurt you. Matt Murdock, the man with the heart of gold, was terrified he’d been too much. He’d been vulnerable with you, using you as he wanted to reach his end. But he thought he’d been too much; he’d probably been told that before. You had to calm his fears, let him know it was the best you’d ever had. He needed reassurance, just like you always did in class.

And you’d be more than happy to oblige.

“Matthew,” you sighed, raking your fingers into the hair on the back of his neck. He softened slightly, but was still extremely tense to your touch. You kissed up his neck slowly, leaving a trail of red marks as you went. He still stayed silent, but relaxed just a bit more. Perfect.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Really. I loved every second, ok? I would have told you if something wasn’t right, I promise. ” You pressed a small kiss to his temple, an added layer of reassurance. He sighed, deeply, pressing you tighter into his chest.

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you? I didn’t mean to, I just snapped, and-”

“I liked it, Matt. All of it. I like you. A lot, actually.”

You didn’t mean for that last part to slip out, to confess your deep feelings so soon. But Matt smiled in response, using his arms to squeeze you against him again. He kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your cheek, causing you to giggle. He kissed his way down all the way to your lips, giving you a quick peck before responding.

“I like you too. I’ve liked you for a while, actually. If you want, if you want, I’d like to take you out on a real date. Show you your worth more than a quick fuck. You’re… you’re incredible sweetheart. Let me show you how much.”

Your lips were on his in a heartbeat, trying to put all your happiness into one kiss. Your professor liked you. He liked you. He wanted to date you.

When did you fall asleep and wake up in a dream?

You broke the kiss, smiling against his lips as he smiled against yours. You didn’t break contact as you spoke, your forehead still against his in pure bliss.

“I’d love nothing more.”

FIN

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EDIT: Okay situation normal, thank u everyone

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2005 mcr newsletter [email] about the founding of skeleton crew

"SKELETON CREW ONLINE

To whom it may concern,

Hello friends, this is Frank from My Chemical Romance. First of all, I would like to thank you all for helping my dreams come true. I cannot express my undying

gratitude for your support of this little band. You have made it possible for four kids from New Jersey and one from Chicago to make a difference in this world. Thank you, thank you, thank you, from the depths of my polluted New Jersey heart, thank you.

Ok, so now that the mushy stuff is out of the way I wanted to tell you about something that's going on in my life. I am clogging up your inbox with junk mail to let you know that I have embarked on a new creative adventure. Over the past few years, I have met lots of extremely talented people… tons of them. The thing is, I have not only become friends with these people, but I have also become a huge fan of the art they create. When that happens, the next logical step is to figure out how to work with them in the best capacity. So I wanted to start a company or companies that would be able to showcase the talents of my friends, my heroes, and the people who inspire me to live each day of my life as if it were my last. What I came up with was Skeleton Crew (skeletoncrewonline.com). Skeleton Crew is a record label, book publisher, and clothing design company. I figured if I was going to do it, I might as well do it all. I have always had a passion for record collecting, especially rare releases. If I'm a fan of the band I have to have it all, it's a sickness really. So Skeleton Crew Records will put out limited edition releases, colored vinyl, picture discs, and things I would want as a record collector. Basically whatever the band wants to do, we will put out. Some of the bands you might have heard of, some of the bands you might not have. The one thing they will all have in common is that I like them, which means they are worth checking out. (I have wanted to start a record label of my own for years, I'm really excited.)

Skeleton Crew Publications will release books written or illustrated by musicians, artists, athletes, and just all around interesting people who have something to say. I want to create a different forum where art and ideas can be presented. With media some of these artists have not experimented with or explored yet. I think this division of Skeleton Crew is the most interesting, and the one to definitely keep your eye on. We will not censor any of the artists, they will have full reign over what they create. (Again the only thing the authors may have in common, is that I am a fan.)

Last, but not least, is Skeleton Crew Clothing. This is not a t-shirt company! I can type it again if you didn't read it the first time…this is not a t-shirt company. I have nothing against t-shirts, some of my best friends wear them, and I enjoy them as well. All I'm trying to say is that Skeleton Crew is a clothing design company; we are in the process of developing a fall/winter line that will involve more than just screen printed t-shirts. You will be able to wear nothing but Skeleton Crew products for weeks straight to any occasion or destination and never think twice about whether your uniform is comfortable, appropriate, or fashionable. The designs are rad, I must say so myself. There are teasers on the website for you right now, but we'll keep you in anticipation of the clothes for a little bit longer.

This is a business that has a greater good in mind, Skeleton Crew will donate a portion of all profits to different charitable organizations, decided upon by the artists we work with. I have a feeling you guys are gonna enjoy what we come up with; at least I hope you do. Skeleton Crew will have a booth on upcoming Warped Tour dates on the East coast. I will drop you guys a short email letting you know when exactly that will be.

Until then, go to the site, skeletoncrewonline.com, you can email us for additional information. So far it's been really fun and hard just developing this project, I can't wait to get things rolling and hear what you guys think. I created Skeleton Crew from my heart and with my friends so I hope you check it out. Thanks for reading, I'll see you at the show.

keep the faith - frank m.c.r. & s.c.."

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truth untold

pairing: sim jaeyun x fem!reader

summary: growing up, you had an overprotective brother to be your surveillance. he constantly tells every guy you've liked off but what happens when you fell in love with his best friend?

no.of words: 7.5K (yes this is the reason why it took so long)

warning: tons of cursing, one part makeout and umm it's a little spicy so i'd say a little suggestive. i'm sorry but i had to because jake is hot. edit: okay after rereading it. there are tons of kissing scene and tons of me thirsting over jake. not much angst really. just one part. sexual jokes because why not.

NOTE: this is actually a request by an anon. i decided to turn it into actual fic because the concept of brother's best friend has always been one of my favourite. so yeah, hope you enjoyed this! oh and this is just a oneshot. there is no part 2!

you never thought you’d be pinned to the bedroom door by your brother’s best friend but here you were. his adorable doe eyes staring into yours, his lips parted and nose extremely close to yours.

“i-i.” he manages to stutter out. you could tell he was really flustered. like he didn’t mean to be in this situation. after all, you were off-limits.

now let’s not get ahead of ourselves, how did you get into this situation in the first place?

well let’s fully explain in depth who this “brother’s best friend” is and why he was even here in the first place.

sim jaeyun or as he goes by preferably, jake. he was your older brother’s best friend. he was a year older than you. well, he was a few months older than you since he was born during the later parts of the year but he never lets it die down that he was still considered a year older than you.

jay, your dear older brother, became friends with him at the ripe age of 13. jay was sort of a little too overprotective at times with you, especially around his friends. you see, jay had many friends at 13 years old, he was quite popular but the friends that stuck the most with him was mainly sunghoon and heeseung. they of course quickly accepted jake into the friend group after he proved he was worthy of being considered one of jay’s closest friends.

so the first time you ever met with the puppy-like boy was when you were 12. you had just came back from your extra classes. you were tired and so you threw your bag onto the kitchen counter and searched for your tub of ice cream. you heard rustling from behind you but you thought nothing of it since you thought it was just your older brother.

so when you heard another voice other than your brother’s you turned around with an ice cream filled mouth. you held a spoon up ready to take another bite out of the tub of ice cream.

“(name)! show some manners and why are you eating ice cream? you haven’t even had dinner!” jay scolds you. you stared at the unknown boy beside jay. he was good looking, kinda cute too, definitely your type…

“this is jake, my new friend.” jay says as he notices your curious eyes inspecting his friend.

“hi.” you managed to squeak out. thankfully, you didn’t stutter or else jay would surely be suspicious of your tone of voice.

“hi.” jake answers back. he was adorable but he was even more adorable when his stupid plump lips adorned a smile. god, you were already smitten.

“the other boys are coming over, you better not come down here. we are conquering the tv for some games and movies.” jay warns.

“what? come on, jay. you can’t be serious, i wanna watch tv too!” you folded your arms. jay rolls his eyes.

“sorry but it’s my turn today.” he sticks out his tongue. you huffed. jake could only smile a little at the both of you.

this was not the last time you saw sim jaeyun. since the boy was only a year older than you, your schedules frequently lined up but that meant you’d see your brother too and well you see…

jay has this big thing of always mentioning you were off-limits to any guy you came across, this was also an unspoken rule to his friends because why would you want to date your best friend’s younger sister? that’s a no for the bro code.

the last time you ever crushed on a guy (besides crushing on jake but jay doesn’t need to know that), the guy was terrifyingly interrogated by your older brother and his best friends. ah right, jay having friends also meant that you would also have 3 other older brothers. the poor guy that you liked apparently apologised for having a crush on you and never spoke to you ever again. that was how terrifying jay was as an older brother.

this was also another reason as to why you did not mention you liked jake. you wanted to spare him from the scary older brother talk. the fact that they were best friends does not help, what if jay starts to hate jake because you liked him. you did not want to ruin their friendship just for your own happiness.

now you were turning 18, sure these past few years of knowing the boys was interesting but it still kinda made you sad that your interactions with them were limited because of jay’s unspoken rule. over the past years of knowing sunghoon and heeseung (who were also your childhood friends), they never really hugged you. if they did, they would get side eyed by jay. it was really a pity.

ah but let’s not forget how controlling jay was with your outfit, if you wanted to go out, you’d have to wear something decent. you weren’t allowed to even show much skin. not even your parents were this conservative, they let you do as you please because they wanted you to learn how to take care of yourself and be independent.

but with jay controlling everything, you were forced to keep your mouth shut and listen to what he says. hence, you weren’t allowed to be even in the same room as the boys. as mentioned before, you were 18. nothing much has changed. jay was still controlling as per usual but since jay and his friends have garnered quite the attention from the whole school for being good looking, they started to throw parties.

sometimes, the parties were held at sunghoon’s house but most of the times since your parents were out, the parties were held at your home. today was no different.

“(name), please stay in your room. we are throwing a party.” jay mentions as he tossed his soccer jersey into the laundry basket. he pushes it into the garage and shuts the door close. they were getting ready for the party.

“can i join? i mean i’m bored and i have nothing to do.” you fold your arms.

“yeah jay, (name) should join. after all, she is legal now. take it as a ‘she’s finally legal’ party.” sunghoon says as he taps away on the controller trying to beat heeseung. jay rolls his eyes.

“no.”

“oh come on, jay. why can’t she join. she deserves to have fun, you know.” sunghoon says.

“she’s too young. moreover, there are tons of disgusting senior guys who may be drunk and will try to hit on her.”

“honestly, why are you gatekeeping her from getting a boyfriend. she’s 18. she’s only a year younger than us.” heeseung adds.

“are you hearing yourself? you know how guys our age are. you know they will try to get into her pants.” jay says.

“so? what’s wrong with me loosing my virginity to a random hookup?” you say. jay turns to look over at you.

“(name), i don’t want you to loose your damn virginity to some possible fuckboy.”

“then what about you? you popped your cherry when you were 16.” you fold your arms.

“that’s different, (name).”

“how is that different? it happened during a school camp with a cheerleader. how is that any better? you still threw her to the side like some chess piece.”

“okay okay, i think it's best if we stop this. the party is starting in an hour’s time and we still need to buy the possible snacks and maybe some booze?” jake says. jay rolls his eyes, jake was right they still have not bought snacks for their last minute impromptu party.

although, it was fine to have no snack at the party, they still needed alcohol. you see, jay’s parties are usually the most extravagant and most drunken filled teen party you’d ever go. it’s practically a must to get drunk at jay’s parties. moreover, tons of girls would certainly come over to visit the boys since they are the hot topic.

“fine, heeseung hyung will go buy the beer. sunghoon, you are with me on snack duty. jake..” he eyes jake. “you stay with my sister to prevent her from doing anything stupid.” jay says.

“what? i’m not a baby! i can take care of myself!” you grumbled.

“you are still my baby sister so one of us has to stay to watch over you.” jay points his finger at jake, “and you, you better not try anything funny with (name). if i catch you fooling around with her so help me i will-”

“chop my dick off. got it. i’ve heard your ‘overprotective’ brother talk a bunch of times.” jake finishes jay’s words. “you can trust me bud, i won’t do anything funny with your little sister. besides, you know i don’t like her like that.”

you felt your stomach drop, did jake just indirectly reject you? who knew it would hurt so much? you knew this would happen but hearing it directly from jake? you certainly did not feel great.

“hey, umm. sorry, i need to run to the restroom.” you say before going upstairs. you shut the bathroom door closed and crouched down on the floor. those words jake said kept repeating in your head. tears falling quickly.

“i knew this would happen but why does it hurt so bad.” you sighed. you sniffled. a knock was heard.

“hey (name), are you okay in there? i umm heard sniffling.” jake says.

you looked yourself in the mirror, your eyes were bloodshot, the eyeliner and mascara that you put on to make yourself look presentable to jake was ruined. why do you even bother trying? you did this for jake, someone who isn’t even allowed to be in a room alone with you.

you opened the door and faced jake.

“hey-wait why are you crying?” jake panics. what happened to you in there? he checks up on you to see if you got hurt. he was so caring that it actually hurt you. your heart breaks.

“i hate you.” you whisper. jake stops and looks straight in your eyes. you looked directly into his eyes.

“what?” he says. it’s like you could tell in his eyes, he was hurt by your words. you wanted to walk past him and go to your bedroom but he holds you back.

“what do you mean (name)? why do you hate me?”

“it means exactly that, jake.” you had to put a wall between you and jake, before it’s too late.

“i know you don’t mean it (name). tell me what’s wrong.”

“you don’t deserve to know what’s going on with me. after all, you are just my brother’s best friend.”

“yeah, i am but you’re like my little sister. i deserve to know what’s going on so i can help.” you laughed at jake’s words.

“of course, just a little sister to you.” you held in your tears and looked into his eyes. “was there ever a time where i was more than a sister to you? was there ever a time, where you ever look at me and treat me like a proper woman?” you pried your wrist off from jake’s grip.

you shut your bedroom door and memories from 2 years ago came flooding in.

it was summer, your family decided to rent out a cabin in the middle of the woods just for a simple holiday. jay decided it was best to bring the 3 boys over for fun. honestly, it was the best decision as it was one holiday you’d never forget.

because…jake almost kissed you.

“woahhhh, dad, this cabin is so cool.” jay gawks at the cabin’s interior. your dad and mom chuckled.

“well it better have been or else our guests wouldn’t have too much fun.” your dad mentions.

“mr.park, it’s really okay. thank you for inviting us.” heeseung says. he nudges sunghoon and jake.

“right, thank you mr.park.” jake adds. your dad smiles.

“well, there are rooms to be picked out. why don’t you kids go choose a room. your mom and i will settle with any room that is leftover.”

with that, jay shoves his friends and went running to choose his bedroom. sunghoon running after him whilst heeseung just shakes his head and walks over slowly.

“jaeyun, what about you?” your mom asks.

“i don’t mind any room.” he turns to you, “why don’t you pick out a room (name)?” you were flustered to have jake’s gaze over at you.

“umm, thanks. i’ll pick a room.” you rolled your luggage down the hallway. you could hear sunghoon and jay fighting for a room. heeseung had already chosen a room and so he was unpacking. you looked around for a room and found one that had the most perfect view of the lake.

it was accompanied by a small balcony with two chairs and a small table. the room itself wasn’t that big and honestly, you were sure it was smaller than the other rooms but you didn’t care about that. the bed was already a good size for you and it had a view you loved.

since you had arrived at the cabin with your parents a little late, the sun was starting to set. you placed your backpack down and rolled your luggage to a safe spot. you walked over to the balcony and sighed in content, not forgetting to snap a photo of the sunset which loomed over the lake.

“i see you’ve chosen your room.” jake says as he leans on the doorframe. you turned to the boy and smiled.

“the view is spectacular, come over here.” you gestured for jake to come over. he chuckled and went over to the balcony. you looked at jake to observe his reaction.

“you’re right, it’s really pretty.” yeah…really pretty. god, why did jake have to be so good looking. “can i come over to your room later? i wanna hang out with you later.”

you tilt your head, “but jay will say something.”

“then i’ll come over when he is dead asleep.” jake smiles. you smiled too.

your dad had gathered some firewood and threw them into the fireplace. it was really domestic and you enjoyed your time. however, you were more excited to have jake over in your bedroom after jay had fallen asleep. jake usually wasn’t a daredevil and would obey jay’s overprotective brother protocol but there were times where he would sneak in to hang out with you for a bit.

those were rare times, like currently. after jay had knocked out cold due to the extremely delicious steak your dad grilled. the boys simply kept talking about how they should hit the gym after this trip but for now, they would eat anything your dad had showed up with.

jake knocks on your bedroom door and pops his head in to check up on you. you were busy reading the book you brought from home. you looked up at the boy and smiled a little.

“come in.” you say. jake enters your room and shuts the door quietly. he stretches and you accidentally spot his toned stomach, you quickly looked away, feeling shy already. both you and jake settled on the chairs by the balcony.

“it’s really beautiful at night. i mean, the moon is directly shining into your bedroom. it’s perfect for some cheesy romantic movie.” jake says. you laughed.

“didn’t you say that you hate rom-coms?”

“yeah but they are always the classics.” jake adds. you nod.

the night sky wind blows against your skin, kissing it lightly. you felt jake’s hands grazing your cheeks, trying to move your hair behind your ears. you turned to look at jake. it was quiet between the both of you. a lingering tension filled the air and you could’ve sworn, jake was a distance away from you. when did he get so close?

he only leans closer, your heart beating quickly. was he going to kiss you? you shut your eyes and waited for his lips to meet yours. jake’s eyes were shut too so he surely wanted the kiss as well. it never came though because just as your lips were barely grazing jake’s, you heard someone shouting and opening your bedroom door quickly.

“(name), there is a large cockroach in my room. PLEASE HELP ME.” jay says. jake quickly hides behind the small wall so jay does not suspecting anything. you looked at jake discreetly, his eyes were widened. you could tell he was terrified to get caught by jay.

“i thought you were asleep?” you say.

“yeah, i was. before i stirred in my sleep and heard some weird buzzing flying noise in the bedroom. guess, what? it’s a motherfucking flying cockroach.”

“and you want me to go.” you fold your arms.

“you’ve killed a lizard before. cockroaches are equally the same. they are still weird disgusting creatures.”

“why didn’t you ask the boys?”

“well, sunghoon is dead asleep and i might get murdered if i wake him up. heeseung is on a call with his ‘soon-to-be-girlfriend’ so i rather not hear all the mushy shit he says. as for jake, i have no idea where that idiot went to. maybe he is busy fishing at night or being mauled by a bear. who knows, you know he always walks away randomly and does his ‘i am different from everyone else’ stance every time, right?” you glanced at jake again, he was scowling at jay.

“uhh yeah.” you sighed, “just show me where the cockroach is. you’re lucky i packed a cockroach spray knowing there may or may not be cockroaches.” you say.

“thank you, baby sis. follow me.” jay leads you to his bedroom. as jay walks first, you looked at jake and gestured for him to get out after you. he nods.

the next morning, at the dining table. you and jake sent each other weird glances and it seems like sunghoon and heeseung was the only one that caught on. they both message you in this groupchat you had without jay (because the boys still think they deserve to interact with you).

- heeseung: what’s up with the both of you?

- sunghoon: yeah, what happened?

- jake: nothing that you should know. me and (name) just hanged out last night.

- you: yeah, that’s all.

- sunghoon: dude, that’s unfair. i wanna hang out with (name) too :(

- heeseung: yeah :(

- jake: too bad :P

you looked up at jake and smiled. he smiles back when jay faces away from the both of you.

“alright kids, how does handmade pancake sound like?” your dad says.

back to the present, you grabbed the picture frame that was in your bedroom. it was a picture of you, jay, sunghoon, heeseung, jake and your parents. you had a swimming competition that time and you won a silver medal. sure, it wasn’t a gold but you cherished it since you were with your loved ones.

jay didn’t know but jake’s arms were around your shoulder in the picture. he was smiling brightly. you smiled weakly as you stared at the picture. however, you knew in the picture, you were not the reason why he was smiling brightly. the photographer at the time was jake’s crush and so he was probably smiling brightly at her and not because he was happy you won a medal.

you sighed. every memory you had with jake was always about your longing desire to date him. to hold him close and never let him go but he was never yours from the start. not when your brother shielded you from him. you heard a knock at your bedroom door, followed by a voice.

“(name), i don’t know what’s the reason for you to hate me but i’m sorry. for everything or anything i’ve done.” jake says. your heart aches, jake did not deserve to say sorry to you. you should be the one apologising to yourself for hurting yourself and falling in love with someone you can’t have.

you went to open the door and hugged jake. he stays frozen but wraps his arms around you. you cried again.

“i’m sorry.” you cried out. jake holds you close before patting your head and running his hands down your back.

“you did nothing wrong, it’s not your fault.” he says, despite not knowing why you were crying in the first place.

“no, you don’t understand jake. it’s my fault. everything up till now is my fault.” you say. jake holds you at arm’s length.

“what do you mean (name)?”

“i was never meant to fall for you and yet i did. this is my fault.” you confessed. jake stares at you wide eyed.

“(name), i-”

“no, jake. i shouldn’t have told you.” you hear the front door open and chattering downstairs. “you should go, i can’t go to the party anyways.” you say as you walked back into your room and shut the door. jake sighs.

“fuck, what do i do?” he groans into his hands. jake goes over to help his 3 friends. jay easily notices something is up with jake. he pats his best friend’s back.

“what’s up?” jay says.

“nothing much.” jake answers.

“you look…stressed. chill out bud, there will be tons of girls at the party and you can fuck around with them. get your mind off things.” jay explains.

“yeah, you’re right.” jake says. jay chuckles.

“i’m always right.” jay smirks. sunghoon smacks the back of jay’s head.

“wrong. i’m always right.” sunghoon adds.

“asshole, i was trying to comfort our friend.” jay rolls his eyes.

“alright, enough. jay, aren’t you going to change into something snazzy to entertain the girls?” heeseung says.

“you know it. oh and whoever rings the doorbell, let them in by the way. i’ll go take a long shower and get ready.” jay winks. heeseung gags, pretending to hate the wink jay threw at his friends.

now it was heeseung and sunghoon’s turn to question their friend’s behaviour. they turned to look at jake with concern.

“what happened?” heeseung asks

“something with (name), we assume.” sunghoon says.

“she likes me.” jake says. sunghoon and heeseung gasp.

“dude, that’s great.” they pat his back. excited that his friend has a girl crushing on him.

“of course, it’s great. if her fucking brother wasn’t jay. you know, he’d kill me if he finds out about me fooling around with her. you remember what he said before. he’d chop my dick off and i don’t want (name) to get in trouble too.”

“that’s true but jay has no right to stop you or (name) to fall in love with each other. yeah, he is her brother, they are family but it is (name)’s choice to choose what’s right and wrong. she’s literally legal and a grown woman now. she’s definitely not the same girl me and heeseung grew up with.” sunghoon says.

“so?”

“so, what sunghoon is trying to say is…” heeseung pushes jake slightly towards the stairs, “go get your girl.”

“but jay’s in the shower-”

“shut it and go.” heeseung tells jake. jake huffs. he trudges up the stairs, he could hear the shower running and jay humming songs in there. his heart races. he sneaks past the bathroom and goes to your bedroom door.

he knocks on it lightly.

“jay, please not now. i’m busy!” he could hear your voice cracking. have you still been crying all this time. he sucks in a breath and opens your bedroom door. he shuts it and walks over to you.

“jake, what are you doing here? jay is here. you’ll get caught.” you say. jake only walks towards you more. you groaned and grabbed his hand.

“out.” you pulled him to your bedroom door but the next thing he does surprises you.

you were pinned to the door. his adorable doe eyes staring right into yours, it was widened along with his furrowed brows. his plump heart shaped lip were parted. as if he realised what he was doing was not intentional. he stutters a little.

“shit (name), i am so sorry. this was not supposed to happen.”

“really?”

“i don’t mind if this happen-fuck, i mean.” jake groans. you giggled. “sorry.”

“jake it’s fine. i mean, if it was unintentional, you would’ve moved back by now right?” you teased. jake blushes. he takes a deep breath.

“what if i meant it to happen?”

“then, it was intentional?”

“(name), i like you too.” jake confesses. you could hear your heart beating. was jake fooling with you?

“you’re not joking, are you?” you asked.

“you know i am a horrible liar so yes, i like you park (name) a-and i want you to be my girlfriend.” jake says. you wrapped your arms around jake’s neck.

“who could say no to you?” you kissed jake right on the lips. the same ones you have been dreaming of smooching since you could last remember. jake relaxes into the kiss, his hands making their way to your waist.

it gets pretty heated real quick though and you never thought it would but here you were making out with jake against your bedroom door. he slips his tongue past and you were drunk on the feeling. you hummed when jake continued to kiss you passionately, his hands going over to wrap one of your legs around his waist.

you heard a small knock but neither you or jake acknowledged it. both too drunk on the feeling of each other. jake’s lips left yours, he starts to litter a few kisses on your neck and you whimper a little. then a loud knock was heard which caused you and jake to jump at the noise.

“(name)? i’ve been calling you for the past minute. have you seen jake? he suddenly disappeared and sunghoon mentioned you were the last one to see him.” jay yells over the loud music. seems like the party has started.

both you and jake looked at each other. the both of you were in a mess, his hair was a little messed up since you pulled on it slightly while making out with him and as for you, your lips were slightly swollen. surely if jay were to enter your room now, he’d see this mess.

“i didn’t see him, sorry. maybe he went to buy some stuff because he forgot.” your voice sounded rougher than usual. jake bites his lips.

“weird, he usually texts the chat though. anyways, please don’t leave the room. the party is ongoing and i-”

“you don’t want me to mix around with the seniors. yes, jay i know.”

“alright, then goodnight.” jay says. you could hear his footsteps going further and further. you let out the unknown breath you were holding in.

“jake-” he kisses you again. “we shouldn’t-” he pecks your lips.

“you heard jay, babe. he said goodnight.”

“yeah but that’s because i’m just supposed to stay in my room until i fall asleep. you on the other hand have to get your ass down there or else jay will get suspicious!”

“i can always text him and say i went home when in fact i’m next to you in your bed, trying to put you to sleep.”

“jake!” you hit his arm. you hear another knock at the door.

“hey, you two okay in there? sorry, i mentioned you were the last person to see jake, (name). I forgot that you two were kinda talking to each other.” sunghoon says. you went to open the door. sunghoon pouts.

“it’s okay hoon, where is jay right now?”

“downstairs, he’s busy with some chick. she’ll probably occupy him for the rest of the night. you don’t have to worry.”

“alright, thanks.” sunghoon inspects the both of you.

“were you two…making out?” you looked at jake and then back at sunghoon.

“no.”

“we, umm. we kissed and i asked her to be my girlfriend.” jake says.

“oh, that’s great. good luck trying not to get caught by jay though. he as you know is really terrifying and overprotective.” sunghoon pats jake’s shoulder.

“I’ll try not to get my ass bitten.” jake says.

“you’d be into that though.” sunghoon jokes.

“park sunghoon!” you say.

“what, why are you defending your little boyfriend. would you like to watch his ass bitten by your brother. didn’t know you were into that (name).” sunghoon smirks.

“sunghoon, would you please shut the fuck up?” you say. he sticks his tongue out.

the next few weeks were hard. you had to sneak around with jake a lot and he would always send secret glances at you while jay wasn’t looking. it didn’t help at the fact that jake was always constantly so affectionate, i mean you weren’t complaining you liked this. however, with the existence of your brother…it made physical affection become the hardest part of your relationship. this unfortunately was what the boy had signed up for.

just like recently, where jay weirdly invited you to have a movie night with him and the boys. hah, kidding you invited yourself in by begging him. jay simply rolled his eyes and allowed you. you knew he loved you too much to push you away. that was the great part of being jay’s younger sister.

you were getting popcorn from the kitchen (homemade). the boys had ate everything so you were tasked by your dear brother to help fill the bowl with the extra ones in the kitchen. jake decides to sneak off and meet up with you in the kitchen. you were scooping the popcorn into the bowl when you felt arms wrapping you. the culprit nuzzles his head on your shoulder. you snickered.

“really babe?” you asked softly.

“i haven’t held you today and you know finals are soon.”

“yeah, that makes me realise. i need to study.” you say.

“can i join you in your room, baby?” you turned to face the puppy eyes your boyfriend was giving you. you playfully rolled your eyes.

“no, jaeyun. moreover, jay will realise that you are gone.” you hear footsteps trudging closer so you pushed jake away and he quickly pretends to look into the fridge. you continue to scoop up the popcorn.

“(name). you are taking too long on the popcorn. movies are boring without them.” jay huffs.

“yes, dear brother. at your service, i just finished scooping them up. just scoot your ass back to the couch.”

“they better be buttered up just nice-”

“yes, they are. you are the one who made them.” you deadpan.

“ah right.” jay looks at jake. “let’s go dude, you have been staring at the fridge for a long time.”

“sorry, i was looking for my drink but it seems like it’s not there.”

“oh, took the last can. sorry.” jay shrugs and goes on his way back to the living room. jake glares at where jay left off to.

“asshole.”

“i’ll buy you your drink. if that makes you feel better.” you say.

“thanks babe.” he whispers it loud enough for you to hear and blows you a kiss.

like previously mentioned, for the boys, as it was their senior year, they had finals before they graduated. you and jake unfortunately couldn’t meet much since he was busy studying. he obviously apologised through texts and you forgave him of course. when finals was officially over, your parents had surprised the boys with a deserved holiday trip to the cabins!

it made you think about the previous time at the cabins, the time when jake was about to kiss you. hmm, do you think he could actually kiss you for real this time? (though you were quite literally dating now)

you were packing your things. the boys had already packed and they decided it was a smart idea to have a sleepover. besides, your dad had already rented out a literal tiny bus for this trip. it was already sitting on the driveway. you were packing your things late at night since you couldn’t sleep.

“couldn’t sleep?” jake says upon entering your room. you turned to him and smiled. he pecks your lips.

“yeah, kinda have been debating on what to wear.”

“who are you trying to impress hmm?”

“you.” jake laughs.

“might i remind you that you are already the future mrs.sim.” he boops your nose. you scrunched your nose.

“well, mr.sim. I still wanna look good and maybe take some pictures so i’m not only trying to impress you.” jake hums. his eyes falls onto the picture frame. it was the swimming competition one.

“you know, i wasn’t staring at the photographer who took this photo.” jake says. you looked at him.

“you weren’t?”

“yeah, she was just my friend. she knows i like you so she teases me all the time. i have a different photo, she sent the one where she caught me shamelessly staring at you with loving eyes.”

“no way.” you didn’t believe him. he takes out his phone and scrolls around for the photo. pretty easy to find considering he has a locked folder solely dedicated to you ever since you two started dating.

“see?” he shows you the photo. it was true, jake was staring at you. you looked up at him.

“i meant it when i said i’ve loved you for the longest time. it’s just, i couldn’t confess because of your brother but…” he takes a hold of your hand. “we are here now. together as a couple.” he kisses your knuckles.

“babe.” you pout. jake pinches your cheeks and steals a short kiss from your pouting lips.

“we still have that kiss that we haven’t completed back at the cabin. wanna recreate what happened before your brother bursted into the door?” jake asks.

“you still remember what happened?”

“of course, it’s the day i nearly kissed you. one of the most memorable moments my 17 year old self could experience.”

you snort, “what? nearly kissing your best friend’s 16 year old sister?”

“hey, to be fair. you wanted it too. you leaned in too!” jake says.

“well babe, who wouldn’t want to kiss you? you were mr.hot guy back then.”

“and now i’m mr.taken.”

“yes, you are.” you pecked his lips.

the next morning, your mom makes breakfast. sunghoon walks into the dining area dead on the inside.

“what’s wrong, sweetie?” your mom says.

“i think i screwed up on my finals. what if i don’t go to the same college as you guys?” sunghoon pouts at his friends. your mom affectionately ruffles his hair.

“sunghoon, you are smartest boy i know. plus, you still have ice skating as a career. at least you did your best.”

“mom, am i the one smart too.” jay innocently says.

“oh, jay sweetie. i’m already thankful if you get into college.” your mom says. jay huffs. jake and heeseung laughing at him. you smiled.

“(name) sweetie, how is going along with the boyfriend hmm?” your mom suddenly says. your eyes widened. jay’s eyes too.

“mom, i don’t have a boyfriend.”

“sweetie, i see you constantly smiling on your phone.”

“yeah, i was watching something funny which is why. plus, it was late at night. you know i laugh quite loud.” you explained. your eyes met with jay’s. he was sneaking in small glares at you to get you to admit it.

it was about 12pm, your dad had placed everything needed in the compartment. for smaller bags, it can just be dumped into the back since there was more than enough seats for everyone.

“everyone ready?” your dad asks. you happily replied with ‘yes’.

with that, you set off. you were sitting in the back with the extra baggage. there was only one seat left next to you and you knew none of the boys would settle next to you. everyone was falling asleep or so you thought. jake makes his way to the seat next to you and you tilt your head at him. you checked if jay was asleep and he was. his head laid on sunghoon’s, how cute you thought.

jake holds your hand and squeezes it. you took out earphones.

“i missed you.” jake whispers. you smiled. “i also missed your lips on mine.”

“jake, we can get caught.”

“just one kiss.” jake gives you his best puppy eyes ever. god you were so weak for him. you sighed.

“fine.” jake leans in and kisses you. you thought he was going to cut it short but you were wrong. he holds you in place, a hand raising to your cheek as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. it’s been a while since you and jake ever got this intimate so you missed this.

you pulled away only for jake to chase for your lips once again.

“babe, we can’t. not right now, okay?”

“just one more?” jake pleads.

“jaeyun.”

“(name).”

“we can’t makeout here. everyone is here.”

“then…later?” jake says.

“sure.”

“okay.” jake makes sure to steal one last peck before going back to his seat.

your dad finally pulls up to the cabin. he somehow managed to even reserve the same one from 2 years ago. everyone leaves the bus, they stretch and went over to help get the items from the compartment. even moving them into the cabin. you were helping your dad and you were the only one outside along with him.

“hey kiddo.”

“yeah dad?”

“i saw you and jake.” your eyes widened. right, your dad was driving obviously he would be able to witness whatever happened. he can’t sleep while he drove everyone to the cabin.

“dad i-”

“i’m not mad sweetie, don’t worry. i’ve always felt that you and jake should be together, even your mom agrees. she had a feeling, you liked him.”

“oh.”

“we know how your brother can get so we won’t say anything about this but just to let you know…we are proud of you.” you smiled.

“thanks dad.” your dad ruffles your hair.

“now, go choose your room.”

“yes, dad.”

you went into the cabin. it was almost the exact same, maybe they just changed up the furnitures and renovated it over the years since it was pretty old. it brought more nostalgic when jay and sunghoon went to fight for bedrooms.

“things never change.” heeseung says whilst shaking his head. he heads straight into the hallway with his luggage. you were left with jake and your parents.

“you don’t have to be uptight. i already know about you two.” your dad tells jake. he lets out breath and instantly goes to hold your hand.

“let’s go, mrs.sim?” jake says. you giggled.

“sure, mr.sim.” you retort back. both you and jake went over to the hallway. your mom watches over you two.

“they remind me of us in the past.”

“your brother wasn’t protective over you though.” your dad says.

“yeah but seeing them so in love reminded me of us.” your mom coos.

you chose the same room from 2 years ago. it still had that spectacular view. once again, you were shocked that none of the boys had chosen this room. they probably took the same rooms in the past. unless, of course, jay didn’t want his little visitor to appear again. you prayed that history did not repeat itself because you’d love to actually kiss jake, without the same incident happening again.

of course like back then, jay and others passed out after eating your dad’s steak. it was too good.

you did as you were previously doing back then, reading your book and being too engrossed in it forgetting jake was ever supposed to visit you in the first place. jake knocks on your door and he pops his head in just like back then. you giggled.

“can i come in?” jake asks.

“yes, you can.” you placed your book down on the bed and made your way over to jake. he shuts the door. you went to peck his lips but he stops you.

“this was not what happened.”

you whined, “are you seriously going to roleplay what happened back then?”

“it was romantic.”

“yeah, before jay interrupted us and you were almost caught.”

“he isn’t going to burst in again, babe. trust me.”

“are you sure?”

“yes.”

“fine.” you realised that meant you had to act shy around jake. you forgot you were ever like this ever since you agreed to be his girlfriend. “wait, that means i have to pretend to be how i was back then.”

“exactly.”

“but i was horrible back then.” you say. jake shakes his head.

“i thought you were adorable. now. say those words.”

“but you’re already in my room.”

“ah right then i should probably stretch shouldn’t i?” he smirks.

“you saw me gawking at your body back then? oh my god, jake! that’s so fucking embarrassing.” you groaned. he stretches and you looked away this time. he reaches over for your chin to get you to look at him.

“eyes on me, babe. don’t be shy now, you’ve already seen my body tons of times.”

“that’s because you insist on being shirtless when we sleep in the same bed together.”

“yeah and you love it.” he cockily smirks. you rolled your eyes.

“let’s just fucking sit down.” you groaned. jake chuckles.

the both of you settled down on the chairs in the balcony like old times.

“it’s really beautiful at night. i mean, the moon is directly shining into your bedroom. it’s perfect for some cheesy romantic movie.” jake says.

“i forgot we were roleplaying-”

“say it.” jake says. you sighed.

“didn’t you say that you hate rom-coms?” you say in the most monotone voice.

jake didn’t seem fazed by your tone of voice so he continued. “yeah but they are always the classics.” you deadpanned.

“I really don’t like how you actually remembered what you said.”

“hey, i was flirting with you. how could i not remember? you laughed at it and agreed with me. to me that was progress on stealing your heart.” you snickered.

and just like back then, the night sky wind blows against your skin, kissing it lightly. you felt jake’s hands grazing your cheeks, trying to move your hair behind your ears. you turned to look at jake.

“just fucking kiss me.” he flicks your forehead and you groaned.

“not what happened.” you grumbled at his words.

he leans closer. you shut your eyes and just waited. finally your lips met with his and there was no interruptions this time. jake kisses you with so much love and passion. he was really waiting all this time for this, the kiss you two shared in the bus was not enough. he wanted more, to drown in your lips and so he did.

one of his hand grazes your cheeks. the other tugs forward your chair to the point where you and him were sitting closer. this wasn’t enough though, he needed more. he pulls away.

“babe, i-” before he could get a word out. he hears a throat clearing behind the both of you. there stood your brother. sunghoon and heeseung were standing beside him, hiding behind jay since it seems like they were caught guilty of not reporting this to him. they were also a little traumatised that they witnessed the kiss you two shared (they obviously knew you two were together but they have never seen you two actually kiss).

“jake? care to explain why you were kissing my little sister?” jay shoots him a terrifying gaze. jake’s breath hitches.

“i umm.” jake takes a deep breath, “jay, me and your sister are dating.” he says.

“okay.” jay says. both sunghoon and heeseung turned to jay like he was crazy. even you and jake were shocked.

“no ‘overprotective brother’ talk?” jake cautiously asks.

“why? do you want one? because i-”

“no no no. it’s okay.” jake says. jay nods.

“(name). you’re happy with jake right?”

“u-uh? yes. I am.”

“good. then, you better treat her well.” jay points to jake. he nods.

“but why are you okay with this?” you asked.

“jake, is the best option out of any other guy. i’ve known him for years and he is most definitely perfect for you so yeah i don’t really care if you date him.”

“what about us then? we’ve known you since literally childhood.” sunghoon asks as he points to both him and heeseung.

“like i said. the best option out of all the guys out there.” sunghoon’s jaw drops.

“yah! I would be a great boyfriend to (name)!” sunghoon huffs.

“please don’t put that image in my head. i can handle jake but you? hell no.” jay turns to you. “if you and jake ever break up, please don’t date sunghoon.”

“uh okay?”

“this is discrimination against me!” sunghoon says.

“and by the way. i already caught you two smooching in the car. never knew kissing made so much noise.” jay says before leaving your bedroom. “oh and please use a fucking condom. i don’t want to get a niece or nephew at 19.”

“jay!” the door shuts.

“so umm, wanna continue kissing?” jake asks.

“the mood is ruined, jake.” he tugs you forward to his lap and you fell right into it.

“well, it’s not ruined for me.” jake dangerously says. it was all it took for jake to kiss you again. where mother nature could be the only witness to this escapade.

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assorted Transformers fics to rec (part 1...?)

i really do think fic recs are valuable to fandom so here’s a random collection of Transformers fics i like, with no particular theme. these were compiled by frantically googling half-remembered bits to try and find the only ones i remember reading years ago, and i know i’m missing some i’d like to include

EDIT: part 2 here!

A Prime Performance

TFP AU, incomplete, AO3. Megatron is an actor in a children’s show. this is just as hilarious as you think it is. some slowburn MegOp. i love all the easter eggs and references and the way this in-universe show is created and run?? it’s fascinating

All Roads Lead to Rome

no set continuity/vaguely Bayverse, oneshot, AO3. a huge robot warrior like Sunstreaker is odd enough in modern times, just imagine him in ancient Rome. extremely interesting premise to me i love this bit and would love more. warning for typical crass patriarchal expectations for women in marriage but nothing actually explicit

Another Gate

Bayverse, complete multichap, FFN. whatever Sam is now, it isn’t human. some REAL good body horror, friendship, and alien strangeness ooooo

Bodies (break)

IDW, oneshot, AO3. Ultra Magnus goes to therapy and Rung is something wrong. oooooooghhghghhf i LOVE when people lean into the oddness and creepiness of the local god

Brave New World

fan canon, ongoing webcomic, TFW05. a spin on BW among other things, following Rodimus Prime’s crew of beastformers as they face down an assortment of bad guys and mysteries. LOVE this canon guys i LOVE it, very very good beast mode choices, very heartfelt and very funny, i also love seeing the art progression over the years. lovely webcomic here

Burn a hole in the old grip of the familiar

TFP, complete multichap, AO3, NSFW near the end. it’s focused on Ultra Magnus/reader but the first half of this fic is probably my favorite. the overwhelm and incredulity the reader character grapples with for awhile, i feel like it’s pretty realistic for someone who’s been shoved into a weird new world. DEFINITELY did Breakdown dirty though. has sequels that i haven’t read

dares for the first time

G1, oneshot, AO3. lovely little take on a G1 Guiding Hand that makes me feel things

Dog of Law

IDW, complete multichap, AO3. the Lost Light crew don’t find Minimus in Tyrest’s cells, they find a small green turbofox. lovely character driven piece here and honestly i just really like when his canonical turbofox alt is used i think it’s a shame we never got it in the story proper

First Contact

IDW, incomplete, AO3. listen it’s only a little bit written but i am OBLIGATED to post isekai/modern girl in Middle Earth/falling into fiction type of stories and i really liked the setup for this one okay! i love isekai and this was the only one i could remember to track down

Grey Is The Night

Batman/vaguely IDW crossover, complete multichap, AO3. there’s a new police car in Gotham, and it’s up to no good. listen i don’t even do DC stuff but Batman meeting Prowl here is done MARVELOUSLY ohhh i love this very much, the plot is GOOD, and i bet folks who actually like DC will love it even more

Hazard Light

IDW, oneshot, AO3. a hanahaki take on Brainstorm/Perceptor that i actually like, despite not usually enjoying hanahaki at all, with some nice Cybertronian biology too

How to Save the World in 8 Minutes and 3 Seconds

vaguely G1/continuity soup, oneshot, AO3. how does Prowl save a species, with blocked communications, no visuals, and a short time limit? why, he just keeps an eye on social media of course! a lil dark and fun and clever

In Media Bellum

TFP, incomplete, AO3. human reader is caught up with Team Prime in a delightful exploration of culture and introspection and found family. no shipping but masterful platonic relationship work! it feels... idk relaxed? caring? i love the tone of this writing

Juxtaposition

vaguely G1, complete multichap, FFN (also on AO3 but never finished crossposting). a human OC gets in a car accident and starts hearing voices in her head, unknowingly saving a Cybertronian’s life, even if it’s in a very atypical manner. love this OC, love the whole premise here and the exploration of an alien reality from a human POV. no shipping, if that’s not ur thing

Lost Light/Rodimus

IDW, oneshot, Tumblr. the ship comes to life and has something important to ask Rodimus. i love this concept it’s very good, very intriguing

Magnus Carey

IDW, oneshot, AO3. Verity teaches Minimus about Christmas. short and sweet, i love their friendship

My Totally Real Mary Sue Husband Who Lives Back On Cybertron

TFA, oneshot, AO3, Dratchet. “Ratchet offhandedly mentions he's conjunxed. Bumblebee refuses to believe him. Hijinks ensue.” funny and in character and sweet

Mythbusters Season Nine Interlude: The Autobot Special

G1/Mythbusters crossover, oneshot, AO3. busting some myths AND some Decepticons! it just keeps getting better and better the further you read. i laughed out loud so many times, and cheered at recognizing so many classic Mythbusters bits, and i will get on my hands and knees to beg for a Dirty Jobs sequel these shows were my CHILDHOOD

Patronus

TFP, twoshot, AO3. Megatron has teatime with Rung, who... is not a normal bot. more good good Rung being something wrong

Property Of

Bayverse, incomplete, FFN. when Sam and Mikaela meet Bumblebee, it isn’t as an Autobot scout, but rather as a new owner of these recently discovered organic animals called “humans”. a very well done human pet fic that doesn’t veer into psychological torture or boundary crossing or anything (sorry if that’s your jam) and while it’s incomplete i still love what’s there, especially as the kids learn how to communicate their personhood to an ignorant Bee

Rules to Follow When Making First Contact

continuity soup/fan canon, ongoing series, AO3. listen i know many folks aren’t here for the human characters but i LOVE all the humans here they are each characterized so well and i love seeing how its been blended together across canons. this is a very clever, very engaging setup with a very grounded presence for alien robots that hits in ALL the right places for me. AUTOBOTS LEARNING ENGLISH YALL!!! YES!!! very good very good

Scrimscrim

TFP....... sort of, incomplete, AO3. what do you do when you end up with a Starscream toy brought to life? this is a hilarious premise with good characterization, a lovely human OC, a ridiculous situation handled very realistically, and generally good fun to read. reverse isekai is perhaps more of a favorite of mine than isekai!

SG Prime

TFP SG au, ongoing webcomic, own website and DA. REALLY REALLY COOL YALL. fantastic designs and inclusions and expanding on TFP lore and making very interesting SG dynamics and just. excellent.

TFP Wheeljack in TFA

TFP/TFA crossover, ongoing series of posts, Tumblr. i LOVE crossovers, i will kill and die for crossovers, and this is one of the few i’ve been able to find! there’s enough posts under that tag that i haven’t been able to read them all but what i did see is GOOD

The Echo Garden

IDW/TFP crossover, incomplete, AO3. Soundwave gets picked up by the Lost Light. okay i am a SUCKER for crossovers as previously stated and this one is Good. leans fully into being a crossover and expounding on the differences between universes. Soundwave needs to figure out what to do with himself! also features some delightful slowburn SoundRod and a lovely ensemble cast. Toaster is the best

The One Where The Decepticons Are The Good Guys

TFP SG au, incomplete, AO3. i’m not typically a fan of Shattered Glass stuff but this doesn’t feel terribly OOC or completely upended or alien to the original plot, i think this is done very well and i can’t wait for more

Transformers Recovery: Primal Launch

fan canon, complete multichap, AO3. it’s like the Lost Light but weirder, i don’t even know how to convey its awesomeness. VERY funny, VERY cool, Sky Lynx is there, Swerve is important, Riptide is such a good bot, Megatron exists, just all good things here. treat yourself and read this it’s such a delight

Twenty-Five to Life

vaguely IDW, oneshot, AO3. Starscream/Minimus soulmate au that makes me wheeze when i read it because it it so painfully in character and hilarious oh my god i am CRYING laughing by the time i finish it. petty criminal Starscream, noble Minimus, oil and water. gets raunchy but nothing explicit with an NSFW sequel

Under Control Till You’re In Front Of Me

G1, oneshot, AO3. i need more people to join the Shockwave/Moonracer ship please please it’s good

Xenoethnography

canon soup/based in TFP, ongoing series, AO3. a more hard scifi take on Transformers from the POV of an anthropologist hired to study them. y’all, THIS IS GOOD. seriously if there’s one fic out of all of these i could keep, it’d be this one, it’s just so so good ugh. ugh i love it i need to catch up with it again

#fic rec #rec list #macaddam #transformers #transformers fanfiction #long post #hey look its story isnt that weird #theres still a few open on my tab holder i need to get around to rereading and put on here but! thatll be an eventual part 2 ig #if you have any crossovers or isekai esque fics not on here send them my way and i will add them to my to-read list

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hitting this article with a rolled up newspaper. bad. stop it

sigh. exhaustive argument that none of these shows grouped together have the same art style below, complete with images and whatever

oh also im not the type to comment on articles so idk the etiquette but don't like. go over there and say "ur list sucks >:P" that's just gonna bring more traffic to it. i linked it so people could ratio me if need be not so that you guys could dunk on this random listicle writer. it's pointless and kind of cruel. just so we're clear on that

edit: the quote above uses "time period" instead of "era". i quote it as saying "era" a lot. i'm not fixing that

note: here i'm assuming "art style" refers to, generally: character designs (facial and body proportions, how things like hair is dealt with, etc), lighting, color (palette, saturation, value), line weight, etc [and mostly excluding things like shot composition, direction, etc because while those probably count my personal experience with these shows is mostly limited, and because most people focus on the previous things i've listed in their discussions of art styles. the analysis within the article is incredibly shallow, and if they think samurai champloo's art style is "rehashed and reused", i don't think they're like. super deep in the art analysis sauce. anyway]

code geass vs death note. what are you saying. what are you talking about

code geass' approach to color is more vibrant, and dn's is more washed out. dn takes a more realistic approach to faces and bodies, both in proportion and in shape (namely how curved their features are (as opposed to cg's far more exaggerated sharp faces, large eyes, and lanky bodies. note how lelouch's lips barely jut out in profile, for instance)). i shouldn't have to explain this they're not even close

that's the most extreme example, but samurai champloo and cowboy bebop aren't That similar either

it's hard for me to speak on bebop for the most part because i've never seen it (vs my ~8 eps of samurai champloo knowledge), but from what i have seen, bebop often has a sort of delicate intricacy to a lot of its linework (especially its backgrounds) that champloo tends to sacrifice in favor of bolder lines and higher contrast. it was hard to find great examples, but the silhouettes champloo's characters cut are often sort of.. choppy and wild, and usually lanky and stretched-out, while bebop's are more realistic (focus on the shoulders in the last image set, for instance). there's overlap, sure, but there are clear and intentional differences in the designs, to say nothing of champloo's higher saturation and the natural differences between hand-drawn and digitally-drawn animation

(and if "art style" is referring to the direction rather than just character design, lighting, color, etc, it's because these two have the same director, which hardly creates an "era". that's like comparing two miyazaki films from the 90s and saying "this is what 90s anime movies looked like", it's nonsense. also, i feel like lumping these two together because they look a little similar is unfair because they're pretty unique from their contemporaries in their own right. they may resemble each other a bit, but how much do they resemble other late 90s early 00s sci-fi/historical anime? does samurai champloo look like outlaw star to you? or trigun? or evangelion? does cowboy bebop look like ninja scroll? or samurai 7? or sword of the stranger? etc etc etc?? if we're claiming that cowboy bebop and samurai champloo share an "era", then what of their contemporaries, and what about differences across bebop and champloo's very different genres? more on this point later)

even fruits basket and ouran, the ones i initially felt were most similar, have clear distinctions

ouran's got a distinct abundance of pastels in its color palette, tending towards pinks, blues, yellows, oranges, etc. its use of black and brown is very limited. fb's palette is a bit more relaxed, and while its colors are often pale, i wouldn't call them pastel (they also skew more towards natural, earthy tones). fb's characters have noticably.. flatter skulls? in some shots, and their heads are so squat that they can seem consumed by their eyes. anyway this is a trait ouran does not quite share, for a number of small reasons, like how their cheeks bow out, greater emphasis on noses and mouths, and its use of highly variable line weight (vs fb's very stable line weight). hair is more voluminous and multilayered in ouran, and features like lips and noses (esp noses) are fuller, more three dimensional (in general, ouran's approach to shading hair and faces makes the characters feel rounder). the sharp edges and bell-sleeves of ouran's uniform blazers are actually far more reminiscent of the designs in code geass than fruits basket, imo. (actually.. i'm not sure how to express this but a lot of the poses in ouran resemble code geass poses, in their locked-joint arms-stretched kinda way). ouran forgoes hair-shine, while fruit's basket adds them in either jagged points (see most of the images i included) or a sort of triangle wrapping around the head (not pictured here, just trust me)

(note: i'm assuming they are referring to the 2001 anime adaptation of fruits basket rather than the 2019 one, because not only does the 2019 adaptation resemble ohshc even less, but because they are closer in time period, and the grouping is supposedly based on era).

my point is none of these shows look rehashed from one another. there's sometimes overlap, but each has a unique aesthetic based in many small choices made in their design.

now let's look at their use of "eras" a little more. this is the timeline of air dates for the first episodes of the six shows mentioned (for their original japanese runs, obviously):

cowboy bebop, april 1998

fruits basket, july 2001

samurai champloo, may 2004

ouran high school host club, april 2006

code geass, october 2006

death note, october 2006

code geass and death note being paired by era is, at least, accurate. same month, same year. it's about as close as one can get. however, the other two groups are far more removed from each other. fruits basket and ouran have five years between them, and bebop and champloo have six. this wouldn't be such an issue if there weren't other anime within this list that came between them. if bebop and champloo are in the same era, why is fruits basket grouped differently? ouran came out in 2006 just like code geass and death note, so why is it grouped with something that came out five years prior instead of them?

i think it's fair to say that eras are not purely chronological, that there's overlap between them. one doesn't begin as soon as (and not a moment before) its singular predecessor ends. but era feels like an incomplete distinction here. this list alone shows quite a lot of variety for what someone can mean when they say something "looks like 2000s anime". most anime fans have a picture in their head of that, and, to be so honest, i don't think samurai champloo is it. using only time as a distinction rather than movement, genre, etc is simply not enough. the fact that 5/6 of these shows occur within 2001-2006, and yet they're set apart into three different eras, and each pair (in ways i'm sure the author of this piece would admit) does not resemble the other, is proof enough that 2001-2006 did not have one repetitive art style, at least not in a way these anime exemplify. that's to say nothing of whether or not the anime within the era-pairs look the same, which we've established i don't. but since they don't actually tell us what their eras are, we can only speculate. personally, i speculate that they didn't think about it too hard at all, or even look up the release dates, going off vibes instead, if that.

when this person is talking about "eras", i think "eras within certain styles or genres" is more accurate, but even with these in mind, matching shows up like this makes a lot less sense than i think they realize. death note and code geass are sometimes lumped together because they're both mind-gamey thrillers with megalomaniacal protagonists with a single unique power that they use to try and fix/control the world, not because of their art styles. trying to say they look the same just because they share plot elements and came out around the same time is just... really weird. fruits basket and ouran both fall into early 2000s shojo, which is part of why the comparison fits more. target demographics and what magazines cater to those demographics (and thus the aesthetics of those magazines, which you have to fit into enough to get your manga published, and which also just influence what you want, what readers want, etc through exposure) (<- oversimplifying) are an actual valid point of comparison, at least more so than "idk 2006 lol". even if the result is more like "romcom for girls, 2006"

it doesn't help that many of the choices they made for unique art styles don't feel particularly "unique" to me.

choices like mononoke and land of the lustrous i get. and i'm not saying any of the examples i've just pulled or in the article are bad art styles, or that they don't bring anything unique to the table. i'm sure many of them are beautiful, and help elevate the tones of the stories, and all that jazz, whatever. but if the name of the game is "unique", then i don't think these cut it from what i can see. it doesn't help that most of the analysis comes down to "it looks really really cool" or "you don't normally see this art style with this genre/tone" (which is not the same thing as being broadly unique, imo)

it could be that we have different impressions of what "art style" means. it could lie somewhere in the bits of art style that i cut out, like shot composition and direction, etc. and some of it is probably a difference in what constitutes uniqueness, both between our differing experiences with media and personal taste/philosophy. but i don't think i'm wrong here when i say that the assertion that samurai champloo is era-typical in a way that beyond the boundary (2013) isn't is just fucking wrong.

look i know that bit that i screenshotted that started all this was a filler paragraph. i know it was the mandatory setup for the listicle you scroll to immediately, the parts you're supposed to ignore. i usually ignore articles like this completely because they're kinda bullshit. but i think this hunt for what looks the most unique is a flawed and confused one, at least to some extent. especially when all of the justifications are like "it supports the vibe well", which is something that all art styles are supposed to do, no matter how "unique" they are or are not, and i think that when people discuss things like art styles and anime and what looks generic and what looks unique, lumping things together too much often removes the nuances that really do influence people. i'm an artist. it's gonna sound dumb, but the way things look matters to me, even if it's stuff like how shirtsleeves or noses are drawn. to ignore all these little differences that make each piece unique is to blend so many singular, unique things into this easy-to-categorize mush that just... does a disservice to the choices every artist makes, i think. even if it is a pretty mild disservice. again, i cannot stress enough that this article is not important, and that this post responding to it is also not important.

look, what i'm trying to say is stop and smell the roses. notice the differences in the art you consume and think about it. looking for something that's so different it jerks your brain around is cool and good and fine and normal, but to disregard things as "basically the same as xyz" is reductive and icky and i don't like it. if you want something unique idk go watch kaiba (2006) have fun it's really good. i'm going to bed

nvm miscellaneous gripes section + i go to bed at like 5am lol i LIED:

the only thing said about beyond the boundary's art style is "it's hard not to fall in love with the art style", and the rest of the comments are other elements. that's too vague! i'm docking points!!

a lot of this seems based in the color palette now that i'm rereading it. not that my analysis doesn't also involve that, and not that that's invalid, but it makes me think there uh. might not have been Too too much thought beyond that. (example: "Though the dark and cool colors provide a sense of dullness, these colors cater to the tone of the story, which is dark and representative of its heavy content." like. that's not. unique. that's not unique to solo leveling y'know to have a dark story be awash in dark and cool colors that's pretty normal actually. maybe how they do it is unique, but we'll never know bc i haven't seen solo leveling and the author didn't care to elaborate :/ oh well)

this one's petty but i actually think ohshc's art style is pretty unique. maybe it's just because i've seen it several times and certain details like how the bottom-lip-to-chin shadow is done have caught my attention but like. pouting crossing my arms huffing >:( i think it's unique wth...

demon slayer's an alright choice i agree. idk i barely watched it a few years ago and it still wrenched my art style in a new direction. i dunno anything that looks quite like it. i'm not mad about all these choices per se it's just hard to whittle something like uniqueness down to a top ten list, i guess. and to say samurai champloo's generic while violet evergarden is the 5th most unique anime you've ever seen is like. weird. you're setting yourself up for people to go ehhhh... idk...... if you're not picking stuff that's like. Clearly Out There (i.e. mononoke)

"It’s no surprise that Demon Slayer is an anime with some of the best art styles." i might be fighting something that was written by ai now that i think about it...

oh god this was totally written by ai. or it went very unedited. man i spent like 2 hours on this (<- LOSER LOSER). they can't decide what the plural of anime is

they insist that chainsaw man's art style is weird enough to maybe put people off, and the only reason i can think that is is bc it's cg. but don't do the same for land of the lustrous, which is also and much more obviously cg. idk

they phoned it in but didn't even include that ping pong anime smhing my head. y'know the one everyone includes. which means whoever wrote this actually did stick to personal choices over crowd-pleasers, or chatgpt goofed or whatever. idc. guys they didn't even put flcl (<- but they put gurren lagann? as a gurren lagann fan im confused) oh my godd

ik i said this before but im saying it again: a lot of their pros and cons come down to whether or not an art style is typical for that kind of story, so like whether something gritty in tone has a more realistic art style or whether it has something visually cutesy instead. art style is more than just those things, but even that analysis is like. pretty much as bare-bones as what i just said. yucky

oh also part of my issue with this (didn't phrase it right sorry) is like. "unique" is a broad term. a really broad term. it can mean anything. there is no top 10 anime with unique art styles article that would escape that problem, and my analysis here does not escape that problem. i find the term a little unproductive (same with the concept of "originality"), so just know that i guess

#this doesn't even go into things like shows with variable art styles. yu yu hakusho cycles through storyboarders in a very obvious way #and jojo's bizarre adventure's art style adjusts for every part (creating a sort of average for the gradual shifts in araki's style over th #course of that part). and that's off the top of my head i'm not even like a big boy weeb y'know #listen take all of this with a grain of salt i haven't watched any of these all the way through (minus ouran) and some of them i haven't #watched at all. but a lot of this is evident from just Looking at stills and footage bc it's a visual thing. that's gotta count for smth #at the very least i'm confident that my analysis is um. better than the person who wrote this's analysis. so yeah #i'll have to think more about the difference between something being overall unique and unique in application to smth else because im....#not 100% settled on the idea that one is the True Meaning Of Unique. again part of my problem with this is the oversimplification of unique #the concept y'know so like. whatever #noticing more differences. ouran includes the nose bridge/beginnings of a brow more than the middle line of a nose or a sole dot like fb

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