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manchesterau · 4 years

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my thoughts after reading my policeman: SPOILERSS of course!! (ignore spelling or grammar mistakes) (this is very ramble-y and not as in depth as it could have been sorrryyy lol, if you want specifics send me an ask after reading this)

okay...so i read the book in 3 days....which....im very proud of myself bc it takes me so long to finish books but that’s not why you are reading this.

im not going to lie to you...i liked the book. i love angst, and this had plenty of it and i liked it. if you like books such as: harry potter, six of crows, red queen, red white and royal blue you will not like this book. i know many people found it boring, which yeah i can see that, but i didn't find it boring at all. but mostly because i love boring books but that's beside the point.

the book flowed easily, there isn't a bunch of raunchy sex scenes that ive seen people say it has (i...the things ive read idk what book they even read????) and Tom does has backward views on marriage and what it means to be a wife. but he is not overtly sexist or misogynist or abusive, or subvertly those things either. to be frank he's a scared gay man in the 50s trying to not get caught and thrown in jail. that's literally it. (ill go more into detail on him later). but if you want to read this book i recommend you go in knowing that there will be homophobia (the word queer is used as a slur....3 times or 4 but no more than 5), expect outing, expect not supportive characters, and remember to have some compassion (more on this later).

next i want to go into characters: starting with tom, then Marion, then Patrick, and then the other characters. so if you are planning on reading this book or just dont want to be spoiled them....don't read the next bit.

Tom:

I'm going to get this out of the way.........Tom (who we never get to know outside of the two-point of views we are presented with, and who is being played by Harry) is a police officer in the 50s UK. to be frank when the rumors first went around I was mad like a lot of people were, which is funny because when we got those pictures of harry reading the book before all the speculation we were....happy, that he was reading a book about a gay man. now...I don't care honestly. I could call out the hypocrites (i won't) and honestly I'm hypocritical myself. I use to watch shows like svu (if you were to turn it on right now I wouldn't turn it off) and I enjoyed watching svu. I know and have seen a lot of mutuals, people on my dash enjoy cop shows like b99, or who like actors who have played the character of police before. so it would be hypocritical of me to be mad at him (this is just my single black opinion) and then go and turn on svu (which I don't do anymore).

I'm not saying that no one can be mad, I'm not saying that the anger people have at him playing this role is bad or not needed or valid. all I'm saying is.....is that I don't care. I got angry over this months ago, and all that anger I felt I don't have anymore, and I can't tell you why. Harry is playing an abusive demented husband who traps his wife in a simulation, and then he will play a gay policeman trying not to face persecution..........and that's that. nothing I can say will reach him, he's playing these roles and there is nothing I can do. will I watch them (pirating of course) yes.

anyways let's get back to tom's character (do not use my opinion to silence other black people I will find you....don't do that shit weirdo): tom is......tom?? like I literally was expecting the worst when I read this because of what other people had to say. but as I'm reading him through the eyes of Marion (his wife) and through the eyes of Patrick (his...true love, fuck the 50s I hate the 50s) one word came to mind constantly: scared. Tom is very scared that he will be found out and his life will be ruined. His family knows about him, which is why I think his father (more on him later) pushed him to be in the national service (where he was a cook, which disappointed him). you don't realize his family knows and then his sister says something and then you go 'wait....THEY KNEW???' and then you will go 'oh so that's why-'

tom does have old fashion views that you would expect of any man at that time (gay or not it's the 50s and gay men are still capable of saying sexist shit). when asked by Patrick if women should still work after having a kid he said no it's the men's job to provide, Marion said she would like to keep working, he said no when they do have a baby (they literally never did, and idk why he thought he could be intimate with her for that long to produce a baby lol). that's....the most sexist thing he said in the whole book (there maybe some small things im forgetting but nothing that really stood out). that's it. I know it's not small and that was a legitimate issue in the 50s but yeah. Just in case you were apprehensive about Tom's character being a raging woman-hater, no,....he just wasn't a true feminist yet (???? I don't know that's like..the most this book says about an issue women were facing at this time). It's still bad what he said (you'll see how Marion justifies it in the book and both Patrick and her don't agree and try and challenge him on his view).

i dont want to go too in depth but it is very obvious from the beginning he has no and i mean ZEROOOO interest in her at all (you can tell when it hits him that he needs a wife and he starts to act a littleee different but it's not romantic at alll).

i feel like my review on tom is shit but like!! we don't really get to know him without bias from Patrick and Marion. I think Harry will play a wonderful Tom (even tho he doesn't not fit the description for Tom...at all....like at alllll).

To summarize Tom: very scared gay man from the 50s who is trying to do everything he can to not be found out. his family knows, even he knew at a young age, and yes he does quit being a police officer but it doesn't happen as soon as id like but then again he wasn't one for that long if you pay attention to the years.

Marion:

😑

i just...if yall could see the notes i made on her.....

To summarize Marion: SHE IS LIVING IN LALA LAND, TOM LITERALLY SHOWS HER NO ROMANTIC INTEREST AT ALLL, AND WHEN SHE METS PATRICK FOR THE FIRST TIME SHE FREAKING NOTICES THAT HE'S ALL BLUSH-Y AND SHIT LIKE...GIRL.....

this is a note i wrote that sums up her and tom's relationship (which is more like friends then anything romantic i mean god their honeymoon was horrible and he proposed to her....nvm 😑)

listen...i can't lie and say i didn't feel sorry for her up until the end when she (spoilers: she outs patrick to his employer which ends up with him getting arrested). after that...ive never hated a character more in my fucking LIFEEEE like oh my god i was pissed

all she does is have fantasies about him being romantic with her (holding hands, hugging, etc) and none of them come true...BECAUSE HES GAYYYYYY i really....the author could have done a better job because there were so many damn red flags.

she's fucking annoying and whiny and yeah it sucked to be a woman in the 50s but you literally outed someone your husband was in love with and thought that you could just go back to being married like he's not devastated and instead of telling what you did you stayed unhappy and made your husband thing that at any point they were coming for him too.......*****

Patrick:

PATRICKKKKK

Patrick and tom deserved a fighting fucking chance i hate the fuck 50s fuck you 50s!!!! I absolutely LOVEDDD his pov and seeing Tom through his pov like it was just so damn refreshing seeing the world through his eyes and how he navigates his queerness in the society they live in. (the dichotomy between a proud gay man and a scared maybe proud but fear overrules that (talking about Tom here) gay man).

There was a lot more to say on how gay men were being persecuted at this time than how women were treated in this particular book. There were some little things here and there about what was expected of Marion as a wife and of a girl/woman at that time but it wasn't the focus.

I loved seeing the way Patrick navigated through his world of art and creativity. And how Tom seemed to fit right in with him.

I hate the things the author made Patrick go through (outed, sent to prison, stripped of his job, and later on in the present day he has had 2 strokes in his 70s). it felt a bit much but it's not too distracting (Patricks pov takes place in the past as he writes in his journal).

Patrick and Julia (more on her later) are my two favorites in the whole book (Tom is third bc he's a very multi-facted character, Marion is not even on the list) and I wish we got a lot more of Patrick's pov.

Other characters!! (speed round bc this is wayyy too long):

Syvlie (Tom's sister): SYVLIEEE IM MAD AT YOUU I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU WHYY WHYYY

Julia: JULIAAAAA QUEEENNN (you'll see why i love her at the end)

Tom's parents: his father is abusive point-blank. or at least i think he's abusive (verbally). as im writing this i am now realizing that the way Tom's mom reacts to him (sometimes crying) is bc they knew he was gay omg wow.

tom's dad is very much a man's man guy?? Picture a sexist man from the 50s....now picture him with a gay son.....yeah, I'm not surprised Tom went into national service then to the police force. you can tell he didn't want anyone to find out about Tom so he pushed him to do what he thought best and Tom went with it, scared.

overall: please do not go into this book expected things to be all flowers and rainbows...this is a book about two gay men in the 50s yall.....

there is something to be said about the tragedy that is in a lot of queer stories, I'm more interested in how white these stories are (that's a rant for another time). but I don't mind my policeman, and i think stories like this should be told. because this actually happened (here is a link to em forster's story where the author takes inspiration from, he really had an affair with a policeman!!! who had a wife!!!).

the ending is bittersweet, and i couldn't help but curse for what could have been. Marion could have not outed Patrick (which she instantly regretted), she could have gotten a divorce (she even contemplated it), they could have been more secretive, Julia could have not said what she said. I think Patrick and Tom were sadly doomed from the start, I just wish they had more time together because I loved seeing their love (the little glimpse we got) bloom into something bigger than them.

thank you for reading!! here are random screenshots of my notes as i read this lol enjoy!!

can’t*

#*#my policeman #godd this book...i cant wait for the movie #mp

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judjira · 2 years

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NEW CHAPTER OF OOB? HELL YEAH!!

I loved how both Jeongyeon and Nayeon thought that Dahyun was making fun of them at first, only for them to realize that Dahyun is just genuinely a good person.

And the way Dahyun was just casually fan girling in front of them. Saying they were her idols, watching all of their games. I bet if there were figures of them she would definitely buy them LMAO

And I hope I'm not the only one who noticed that Nayeon has a soft spot for Dahyun compared to Jeongyeon who was an completely asshole this chapter. WHY WAS SHE SO COLD.

She was so mean to Dahyun, I felt so bad for her 😣

And the "they didn't make it to the finals" was this also inspired by Haikyuu? I watched that anime many years ago so I'm not quite sure. Was it when Karasuno lost to Oikawas team? Well nvm

When this came: [“Because if you play on the team…”

A chill comes over Jeongyeon’s skin as she hears the fatal resignation that suffuses her voice, and her form.

“I don’t have to.”]

Damn my heart just crushed 😭 You can see how much it's hurting her and the guilt she's feeling

Also to your question at then end: I'm good with both but I rarely see any ships that have Jihyo and Dahyun so I would choose the 3mix/dahyun. I love enemies to lovers and that would also explain why Jihyo always worries about Dahyun.

But at the end I'm good with whatever you choose 👍

aaa thank u again for the long ask

well, the whole "not making it to nationals" isn't necessarily inspired by haikyuu? i mean, in high school/collegiate level sports, losing is unfortunately something you have to get used to and it's a big part of being an athlete. when i played on the volleyball team we never made it to any national tournaments HAHA yeah we sucked

it's part of why i'm primarily trying to focus on the whole "coming of age" aspect of the fic, the volleyball stuff is really just a plot device HAHA all of the members on the team are going through the turbulent times that are teenage years, and it just so happens that volleyball is their way of dealing with it (even if volleyball is the cause of those turbulent times HAHAHA)

i am planning for a very slow burn type fic, wherein i explore not just the najeongda love triangle, but also every other character and their relationships with each other, and how that factors into the team. while romance is the primary genre of the fic, i do want to emphasize growing up too, so you'll be able to see a lot of teenage angst, pressure of adulthood, burnout gifted child syndrome, and all of the things normal people go through in life

okay no promises tho i'll try my best but obvs i might not be able to live up to that HAHA

as for the whole 3mix/dahyun, i am leaning towards sticking to 2yeon/dahyun, unfortunately, but that doesn't mean there can't be dahyo ! i do have a dahyo fic planned as well so stay tuned for that !

#ask

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lovecanbesostrange · 3 years

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Okay, but that Red Snow question made me thing of ANOTHER one. (You see how this is dangerous? It never ends.) How did you think that moment go, when Red realized, "Oh, shit, I would do anything for her. I will fight her war, I will risk my life, I will do anything to see her happy"? Because that moment happened some time between Child of The Moon and... well, the present. But what was Red's "That's it" deciding moment?

What kind of version do you wanna hear? Because you know, my problem is that I don’t do the ONE true thing. I like multitudes.

Maybe it really was Child of the Moon itself. That ending? When Snow says “I’m so sorry. I know what it’s like to use your family.” And Red doesn’t even think about that too long. Her answer is immediate. “I didn’t lose my family today. I protected it.” Well, this is her moment, she says the thing out loud. Snow is family. Over Anita. (Over the whole wolf pack kinda.) So, the subconscious decision was the moment she turned to protect Snow right then (we need to talk about how they pretty much choose to turn right there... ugh... nvm now). But when Anita is buried, and Snow is hugging her for comfort and Red hugs back, holds on to those arms around her - THAT’S IT!” This is “you are my family, I will fight for you” and it goes up from that moment.

But maybe this is just like “let me choose my family for now”. They travel a bit more, but Red then does go back to Granny somehow, somewhen. Very unclear circumstances. Maybe it’s this obligation? She left Granny alone. Maybe she wants to confront her. And maybe they do talk. She does promise Snow to check in (we get that scene with bringing her food, like once month... is there anything this woman can do more than once a month??). Sure that’s always a heck of a trip. And it’s in these moments she is alone that she examines what she has with Granny, however she has forgiven her for not telling the truth and repairing the past. But looking at Snow as the present she has now, as a somewhat job/obligation/important-thing-to-be-doing. And finding out how much she looks forward to seeing Snow, to fight for her and maybe there isn’t hope left for herself (seeing Granny again also means thinking more about Peter), but like “THAT’S IT - my purpose is her purpose”.

And what if it is seeing Snow again for the first time after she met Charming? Listening to Snow talking about him. Already having tiny little hearts in her eyes. Being genuinely happy for her. For Snow, the girl who once sat on her bed and believed that love wasn’t in her future. And feeling like that is her purpose, making sure this love will blossom. And then getting conflicted that one time Snow talks to her and gets something about the Dark One out of her. Because she wants Snow to be happy and what if Snow wants to get rid of this love that cannot be. So against her better judgment she even helps Snow with that (which luckily in the end gives Charming his big damn moment of love, when he steps in front of that arrow).

Red is friends with Snow. She’s really the best friend she has ever had. And yeah, like Snow said “I stood by you, when no one else would.” So Red feels somewhat of a debt attached to this bond. But then, then she meets Charming. And like, oh yeah, now she gets it. And then she is alone with Charming for five minutes and she can pretty much see the love for Snow radiating off of him. It’s why she doesn’t hesitate to turn into the wolf and jump King George’s man to give him a headstart. Seeing somebody else so in love with Snow is just “THAT’S IT - I will fight for her just the same, I will fight for them”. Charming is this last spark of inspiration to take up this as her own. (Sorry, but Ruby going “And I always will” when Dorothy says “You found me” -> come on, Red spent too much time around “I will find you, 3000″. She gets inspired by the whirlwind Snowing story in many ways.)

Maybe Red doesn’t even realize what she is doing. How deep she is into this. It just happens. And suddenly Charming is captured and she is stalking the castle for information and she non-chalantly kills right before they all decide to attack. And in those moments it suddenly hits her. How hard she is already fighting, how she feels close to Snow and the dwarves and Charming and how all this is for HER. Snow White, this beacon filled with endless hope speeches. And it’s just... well, right. It feels right. And when the fairies start the airstrike it’s just go-time.

It’s only much, much later, when Ruby lies awake in bed, Dorothy curled around her, just fitting in the all the right places, that Ruby thinks back to those days of war. The days of a shaky truce. The days leading up to the Dark Curse. And finally she sees, that all the love she thought she could never have again, the love she thought she didn’t deserve after what she did to Peter, was all placed onto Snow. Because Snow was there. She was there with her, she was there for her, and she was there as the only thing that made sense after waking up to the truth. And all the love needed to go somewhere, needed to be channeled and Snow’s cause was all about love (and truth). And Ruby thinks she is a fool for never realizing what a giant crush she had and how blindly she threw herself into this. But she projected feelings and denied herself to go after anything else. Until now. And she understands that the journey alongside Snow was the long way around to her own happy place (not a happy ending, because nothing ever truly ends).

#OUaT #Red Snow #Ruby Lucas #ask me about my feelings and... well...... here share some of the painful love in my heart #konako #$!

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mollyscribbles · 4 years

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Owl House rewatch thoughts

* Hard to say from what little we see of her, but I think Luz' mom might have been less worried about her daughter reading fantasy and more about the "multiple incidents of bringing uncontained live animals and explosives to school" thing.

* If Eda considers Luz' Azura book as being only useful as kindling, it means she's not inclined to view human books as something she can make snails on. Considering how unique her portal to the human realm is treated, where did Amity get her Azura books? I've seen people suggest the author travels between realms, but if that were the case, Amity would've been able to get the latest volume from a local store rather than needing to borrow Luz' copy.

* Suggestions for other species that escaped from the Boiling Isles: the platypus and peacock mantis shrimp.

* "Weak nerd arms" ok really identifying with Luz here.

* Really love this take on Chosen One stories. Because yes, there is an appeal in being told you're special, you're unique in the best possible way, but ultimately this is a story about people who aren't "special" so much as outcasts who do their best with the situation they're in. Which is something that a lot more people can aspire to be.

* The fact that this was a set scheme(as the multiple fake maps would indicate) rather than a trap specifically designed for Luz indicates that even people who've spent their lives on the Boiling Isles would be drawn to the idea of being a magical chosen one. I bet Amity's not the only one to have an interest in fantasy literature around here.

* Oh wow Amity's first appearance outside the credits is . . . something. It's easy to forget just how far she grew in one season.

* Eda's not a *bad* teacher, so much as she has yet to learn that teaching requires expanding on a concept you introduce and explaining your reasoning. "Here is what you can learn from tasting snow" instead of just "here, taste these different kinds of snow"

* Hm. For someone who despairs at the concept of the school teaching blind obedience, her teaching style kinda relies on it. Bit of a hypocrite there, Eda.

* Gonna be honest, the first time I watched this and King mentioned Eda sneaking a drink of elixir, I thought it was going to turn out to be a magic-looking flask.

* It seems slightly odd that King's apparently known Eda for a while but didn't have any idea of the curse. Maybe she was just REALLY good about keeping up with her elixirs pre-series.

* Really like the metaphor for a chronic illness that's kept under control by medication.

* If the Emperor's Coven provides access to all forms of magic, you'd think others aspiring for a spot would be permitted a multi-track education at Hexside. That might be why none of them seem to be that impressive at magic when they're supposed to be the "best of the best" -- even if they have *access* to all forms of magic, they've only had training in one specific field during the bulk of their education.

* lbr, Lilith's cheating was worse because at least Eda told Luz what she was doing.

* You'd think Willow and Gus might have caught on that Luz didn't have permission for them to come over when she told them to hide from Eda.

* It's nice that Eda realizes raising a kid with a "screw the rules" mindset will result in a kid who breaks her rules sometimes. Cleaning up the mess she caused is really the correct punishment for Luz; directly dealing with the consequences of her actions but otherwise considering it a lesson learned.

* Reading to kids in the library is an A+ way to shift Amity from "Jerk" to "Jerk with a heart of gold" territory.

* Prediction: At some point, Luz will return to the human world (probably only briefly but Eda won't know at the time) and Eda will come across the "Coping with empty nest syndrome" book Luz got her from the library. She'll cry. King will cry. Hooty will cry. Every viewer will cry.

* Pretty sure that, given what the world is like, if any of them ended up questioned about their actions during the body swap episode, they could just say "Oh yeah I was body swapped that day. What'd I get up to?" and everyone would consider this a perfectly logical explanation for them acting out-of-character.

* HC that Hexside is fully aware some illusion-track students skip class by having an illusion of themselves attend in their place, but they figure a student maintaining a decent replica of themselves for the duration of the class period requires enough effort to count as a form of class participation, so they just let everyone think they're getting away with it.

* Gus and Willow are really ride-or-die friends. Always nice to have.

* Probably some of the mystery appeal will be gone from the Human Appreciation Society once a legit human is just attending classes on a regular basis; being able to get definitive answers to questions rather than spending your time speculating would cut back on the draw.

* I love all the details they include on this show -- a lot of other shows would just stick in scribbles while panning past pictures instead of writing out all of Eda's incident reports.

* The pallisman is a neat concept; sort of like a mix of a wand and a familiar, a magical control that will have opinions of its own.

* Given Bat Queen apparently has enough of, um, a biological aspect to have kids, I wonder if that means Owlbert is capable of laying eggs. Or having eggs with another owl/pallisman if the male pronouns are anything to go by.

* I mean even Phineas and Ferb didn't question Perry laying an egg when he uses male pronouns so could go either way in terms of what Disney would allow.

* Reading the book fair signs, it looks like sci-fi is a popular genre in the Boiling Isles. Makes sense, since what we'd consider Fantasy would be more contemporary/urban fantasy to them.

* Getting the vibe that someone on staff had a less-than-amicable experience co-writing with a friend to inspire this one. And/or experience with shitty contracts.

* The Hexside requirements also required knowledge of basic runes, but given Luz apparently had no issue with that I'm guessing she just picked those up offscreen.

* "I've seen worse" is the ideal admissions response tbh. Like . . . she pulled off the required spells and the headmaster has seen decades of students' awkward first attempts. It probably counts as a good day when no one's admissions test resulted in needing to bring in someone from the Construction Track to repair the building.

* It's very reminiscent of D&D that the majority of the cast has the response of "This is clearly a trap. Let's check it out!"

* You'd think that carnival fortune tellers wouldn't have the same appeal in a world where it's something you study at school. Unless it's viewed the same way as those "magic" shows they have sometimes where the tricks all involve chemical reactions.

* Kinda surprised a school that teaches kids fire spells doesn't have some kind of fire suppression system in place.

* Hrm. Guessing the mind guardian went back and undid their own damage offscreen; otherwise they'd have had to go re-do the repairs before leaving.

* Good they had the wifi and charging cable coming through the portal to explain why Luz' phone still has service and the battery's not long dead.

* Luz, how have you survived this long with your instinct for pushing buttons. The same as the rest of humanity in a world full of buttons, I suppose.

* Probably if they thought about it, the best criteria for picking Grom royalty would be less who's the most skilled at magic and more who has the most low-key fears. . . . nvm, having a Stay-Puft incident would cause them to reasonably scrap that approach. Maybe appointing someone who obsesses over grades would have better odds of producing a relatively-simple-to-combat exam paper.

* I'm thinking the letters are written by Eda, who doesn't intend anything sinister by it so much as being the type to cover her bases when pulling off a scam and realizing Luz' mother would need some evidence to indicate her daughter was safely at camp.

* The band-aids clearly have some healing spell built-in, considering they've been used to heal inanimate objects.

* someone on the writing staff has a long-standing rant about Quidditch they've been holding back on.

* I know that normally the humor in the cut from "she's finally growing up." to Luz planning the heist would be that she's doing something that sensible adults would consider to be a bad idea, but if Eda saw her just then she'd wipe away a tear of pride and go "Her first self-planned heist! They grow up so fast!"

* Eda's the one who talks about cheating at stuff, but Lilith has a habit of playing *dirty*.

* I would like to say I appreciate them going with a more serious credit sequence because it was disconcerting with Star Vs when a dark ending was followed by "I THINK EARTH'S A REALLY GREAT PLACE"

* Lilith may have made a 30-years-late attempt to redeem herself, but I really don't trust her. I don't quite want her dead, but she DID spend decades trying to force her sister to join the Emperor's Coven as a prerequisite for curing her curse.

#the owl house

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staysuki · 3 years

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im writing this review while reading so yes

bruh i didnt know that just sitting there looking good would bring you a scholarship :// maybe thats why my parents had to pay the school fees,,,,,

all the characters here are so lovable wtf 😭😭😭 yEJI IS SUCH A MOOD I LOVE HER SM ,,,, im actly rly curious who new boy is i mean srsly if THE JUYEON is scared of losing against him, just how gorgeous is he????? 2 hwangs and jisung rivalry hmm 👀 nvm seungmin is my 👑 (sry not sry yeji , i still love you) "3rd place gets a thousand dollar cash prize so im in" -> highkey me ,, i would spare the embarrassment id feel for an award that big 👍

I FEEL BAD FOR JISUNG BUT HIM GETTING BULLIED BY LITERALLY EVERYONE IS SO HILARIOUS WTF AHHSAHSHSHSAHASHHAHASHH nvm 2min rivalry is the real one, 2 hwangs vs jisung is so one sided XD and i agree tho, jisung would be the type to make a stan acc dedicated to himself lol i LOVE how minhos captions just says minho 💀 all the phrases are so catchy ,,, how did u even think of this?!?! BRUH CHA FCKING EUNWOOOO???? LMAO GOOD LUCK WINNING AGAINST HIM ,,,, kinda feel bad for him tho ,,, boy getting played by our queen yeji 😔 💔

justice for jisung 😕

2min didnt make it? :( i want to see bad boy seungmin 😠😩 the 2 of them were so confident that theyd win but didnt pass the first round LMAOOOO ,,,, JISUNG AT THE END OF CH 7- IM DYING Y^Y

i still dont know what the poll was for but jisung is bias wrecking me hard, shouldve voted for him 😀👍 yeji opening up at her insecurities made me 😔 💔 eunwoo still deserved better tho Y^Y WHAAAATTT JISUNG X YEJI ???? 🤭🤭🤭 SHOCKED BUT OKAY CUTE HEHE okay jisung yejis the ship but eunwoo ugh still deserves so much so fcking wholesome im srsly crying

i sense drama and im sure af felix would be the cause 👀 i think im getting to see jealous jeongin real soon. they all think hyunjins going to lose, what if he gets the crown???? id want to see their reactions lmao "and not flirt with other people's girlfriends" LMAOOOO and felix's name on jeongins phone XD didnt expect the plot to go this deep,,,, juyeons words at the end were actually inspiring :">

its so beautiful huehue, i thought s2 would be pure crack but you surprised me once again ! im glad it focused more on their relationship in the second half of the story. full of drama but just my cup of tea 😌 i like how yeji and jisung ended together XD the 3rd bonus got me so intrigued, is this what your new hyunjin smau is about? hMMMMM but rest first 😠

- bs

PLS. I DIDN’T EXPECT A TEXT WALL 💀💀💀

jisung being the comedic relief is such a trope i’m addicted to, i have to stop fr 😔💔 but i just love him sm.

AND THE TWITTER CAPTIONS SJWHSJAJS IT LEGIT TOOK ME A WHILE. i had to sit down and be like 🧎‍♀️hmmmm. and yeah, justice for eunwoo, i honestly like how i didn’t make him out to be a fuckboy— wanted to pull on those empathy strings 🙈.

AND YES, thank you 🥺💓. again, i really came into this wanting to focus on the “downs” of a relationship beneath all the “ups”. like, it has the feel of a serious series that has a layered comedy on top of it so that it’ll be easier to stomach for the reader because i myself don’t like writing pure angst.

and i’m sorry to disappoint but the ending is an open-and-shut case 😭. the hyunjin smau is a different plot, i just really wanted to give him a one-off spinoff because why not, give the people what they want. daddy jeongin is my fave character tho 💓.

i didn’t wanna make a hyunjin spinoff because this is already such a good ending, i didn’t wanna make the characters live longer than they already need to, i’d be dragging it by that point. i’m pretty satisfied by this, a bit sad to let them go but overall happy it’s over. 💓💓

thank you for the text wall bub 🙏🧍‍♀️

#anon: bub stop.

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hedgefairy · 4 years

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Okay, I know, I know, it's already old news, everybody and their uncle in the costuming community has already talked it over, but anyhoo, I made notes when I crawled my way through effing Bridgerton and I will be damned if I don't vomit them onto this site. I have 32 pages of this shit, I'm not gonna throw that away.

I'm also typing this on my phone because I'm stuck on a trainride that's just doubled in length because this is the 2021 Northern German snow storm. What, there's snowflakes on the rails? We cannot possibly keep up our schedule, say goodbye to 90% of the connections.

Okay, on to Bridgerton, Episode 1

We're in Britain (oh, London, okay), allegedly 1813. I see people who are clearly meant to be asympatico, but is this size incusivity I spot there? Daring! Gasp! Me li...

Oh wait, no. The character is promptly shamed for her figure (which is mostly caused by the horrible cut of her dress. Every size can look great in Regency garb, but never mind, we need to make the "fat one" look bad!).

Also, no shifts under the stays. Why. There was obviously enough budget, don't tell me you couldn't afford a few strappy tops - it's not like the rest is historically accurate, so it would have sufficed to send some poor underpaid intern to H&M and get some. Nvm, that wouldn't be sexay.

Wait, is the garishly dressed (always a sign of a character of bad character in a costume drama) woman Delphine from Selfridge? Does she always have to play bitches? That's not nice, and just because she has a recognisable face, which by modern (read: americanised) standards is not favourable enough. Ugh. But I like the actress, so I'll let it slide (for now).

Lol, buttocks.

Not sure about the girls' dresses. Also, the Queen is a WOC, cool!

Oh no, one of the Featherington sisters faints! But that's okay because the Featheringtons are just comic relief and foil anyway.

I get weird incest vibes from the Bridgertons.

So the court is clearly 18th century and the show is set in the 1810s. I've by now seen several explanations for this decision, I still think it robs the Queen of reproductions of her actual historical gowns which were heavily inspired by the 18th century but so. Magnificently. Weird. It would have been so neat, and more of a "hey, I'm kinda out of touch with things" vibe, but hey, I'm not the one getting paid for making those taffeta gowns here (her hair is glorious, tho).

I'm very into the intro.

That Regency gossip girl is a real b, not unlike the Dowager Countess of Downton (unpopular opinion, I think she's pretty overrated, yes, I like Maggie Smith).

Again, no shifts.

Where do I know the "pragmatic" Bridgerton sister from? Ah, it's The Paradise. And Jonathan Strange. (Wait, she's my age. And she's supposed to be a teenager. Man, do I love a good Dawson casting. I like the actress, though, she has a face ™!).

Aaaah. We get it. She's the spirited one. She also doesn't care about dresses because she's not like other girls™. I really like her voice (but she still doesn't sound like a teenager).

The heck is up with Lady F's dress and that of her friend? Oh, yeah. Antagonist fashion.

Of course the Featheringtons are Horrid Hags™ aside from Penny who's nice, but the pudgy one (at least we don't get a case of "she's not conventionally attractive so she's bad").

Oooh, the cousin! Supposed to suck, but ofc she's a stunner, and only Penny (who's the nice one, remember!) is delighted to have her around. She's also a POC, which is nice but apparently that means she does not follow fashion, hair-wise. I would have loved to see some Regency hair on her, it would have been so pretty *cries in Greek updo*

Ugh, we're still in Ep. 1, typing this on my phone was a bad idea.

Lady Danbury and the Duke guy are delightful with each other (more POC! So neat!).

The girl the oldest Bridgerbro screws is apparently a singer, which isn't up to status for his doucheship, and she doesn't wear a shift.

The music at the ball sounds like something from the Top 40s, but I'm woefully ignorant of contemporary music charts so I can't tell what it is. I like it when they do that in historical-ish works, making well-known pop or rock stuff work for the ambience (ugh, that dance scene to Golden Years in Knight's Tale. My heart. In a good way.)

I dig the Ducktail hair of Penny's crush. Oh, wait, that's a Bridgerbro. I don't quite get why the hair trends of the time don't apply to the POC characters or extras, but seeing how most white characters also show a shameful disregard for the weirdnes and gloriosity (that's not a word) that is early 1800s hair (the 1830s take the cake, tho) despite those hairdos being basically designed for white people hair, I don't think I care much (well, I do, but about all of them). Overall the hair is horrid and not very 1810s. Let's just leave it at that.

Like a good old romance novel (I've since been told that Bridgerton is supposed to be a pastiche of such novels, but I really couldn't tell from the series, not at all, and I'm not inclined to read the books) we have

a pretty, kind, superpure daughter of the main family

the mean matriarch (could have been an aunt, too, but here she's the mum) of the rivalling or antagonist family

a spirited daughter of the main family (in most romance novels this would be our heroine but so far she refreshingly lacks a love interest and pretty daughter seems to get the most screen time)

a Horrid Suitor™

a Hot Suitor™ who doesn't want attention

a really good and doting good parent

Lol, misheard Greece for Grease with Ducktail Bridgerbro, whose name is Colin, apparently. This is funny because of his Danny Zuko memorial hair.

Overall a bit too much bling for my taste, and too few pearls. It looks like an episode of My Super Sweet Sixteen with a Regency theme.

Of course the romance is going to be the Pretty One aka. Daphne and the Duke and he's even bros with her eldest bro. Wait, are they exes? I can haz bi? No? Aww, shucks. Maybe in another episode (spoiler: no).

Okay, WHAT is it with Lady F's dresses and hair. Like, she reminds me of Mars Attacks. Which, as you might remember, was not set in the Regency period.

Lord B (Bridgerbro the Eldest) sucks, he's screwing Opera Girl without any intention of marrying her but he's bitchy about his sister being ogled by his Eton (or wherever) bestie?

Oh, I'm in Hamburg now. And my train back home got canceled, so back to Berlin it is because there's not a single option to get to Hanover tonight, at least that's what the lady from the train station is saying, "oh well, you'll have to go back and try again tomorrow", so that's awesome...

Honestly, if it weren't so late and I didn't have things to do at home I'd find this terribly exciting.

Back to Bridgerton!

Where were we? Ah.

I can't even read my own annotation. Something about George III. I think I was upset about how they totally ignored that it's called Regency because George IV acted as the regent king, and he doesn't even feature in the series, I guess because they wanted to play up the Queen? Not a fan, because thanks to Horrible Histories I'm quite fond of that guy.

Again, no shifts.

Oh, look, it's Horrid Suitor™, destined for leftovers.

The Featherington cousin gets all the attention but no fleshed-out character.

Penny Featherington's dog is named Lord Byron, which ❤️

I like the Duke! He's there, drinking in his club (even though they're a patriarchal remnant of the past I have a weird appreciation for stuffy Gentlemen's Clubs, I blame Bertie Wooster and the Drones), calling Lord B out for his general fuckery.

Oh no, Ducktail Colin is more into the Cousin than Penny, who obviously pines for him!

Thank you, Lord B, for enabling Horrid Suitor™. Nobody asked you to be such a fucktwit.

The Queen is, of course, a bit of a bitch, but patronage from cool Lady *scrolls up for name* Danbury ensues for Protagonist Girl™ Daphne.

"I wish they had found a better trend language", what the heck did I even mean by that? That's what you get for just scribbling down notes while watching and simultaneously sewing. 18th century pants, in case you wanted to know.

Cousin is angry, probably because Lady F behaves like Cinderella's evil stepmother, because Cousin is prettier than her daughters and gets, like, all the suitors because Lord B bitched away everyone who wanted to get into Daphne's dowry ifyouknowwhatImeanwinkwinknudgenudge, right across the street into Cousins parlour.

The Bridgertons are annoyingly perfect. Ugh.

Oh look, it's "banter" between Daphne and Dukey! It's so Pride & Prejudice! It's almost a tiny bit Shakespeare! I put banter in parentheses because wow, nope, I'm not getting any chemistry here.

Uh, Lady B calls out Lord B (aka. her son aka. Bridgerbro the Eldest) for his screwery with Opera Girl and his outpimpery of his sister to Horrid Suitor™, buuuurrrrrnnn. He promptly calls of his affair with Opera Girl.

No shifts!

Penny gets to dance with Ducktail Colin at the thing! Good for her, but it's a country dance with jumping and fun, because she's a) the pudgy character and b) a Featherington, so it can't be something romantic and pretty (I personally like country dances, but they aren't protagonist dances).

Oooh, Cousin had her period, oh no, oh snap, oh she didn't, because she's PREGNANT! Shit, that's problematic, and not because she's an unmarried woman in the 1810s, but because she gets close to no lines at all so far, and suddenly she's pregnant and telling Lady F that she sucks for being privileged, violence ensues, this is ugly. Man, I get what some critics mean by "the POC actors*actresses get all the problems" and that not exactly being great.

Horrid Suitor™ makes property claims about Daphne, eeewwwww, thanks to Lord B's general suckiness, ewww, r@pe attempt ensues, was that really necessary? It doesn't really fit in with the rest of the series and generally nope, yay, broken nose! (which was indeed totally necessary). Nice one, and probably the only scene so far (spoiler: overall) in which I actually like Daphne. Dukey thinks a mean left hook is attractive, and, generally speaking, he's not wrong.

Daphne and Dukey come up with a pseudo-shakespearean plot to pretend to be totally into each other so she can attract suitors by being not available and he gets not to have fangirls by being not available, and as someone who has read a few too many historical-ish bodice rippers I know exactly where this is going. I mean, come on.

I can't see enough of the following choreography to complain about it. Man, I miss historical dance classes.

And that concludes Ep. 1! Finally! Thank you for getting this far, sorry for all of it (especially typos, it's the bane of unwanted autocorrect), I guess?

Update on the train situation: I've been told by the ticket control person that I shouldn't get my hopes up until noon tomorrow.

To be continued,

because I didn't take these 32 pages of notes for nothing.

#Bridgerton #Hedgewatch #historical costuming #Well not really because wow these costumes #Thank you for travelling with Deutsche Bahn #2021 norther Germany snow storm #Trainwriting #Snarky commentary #I wish I was better at captions but it's late and I've been wearing a mask for four hours straight now and I'm hungry #Bridgerbore

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duhragonball · 4 years

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Cult Classic

I had a really exhausting week, so I’m going to try to chill out by writing this thing about cults that’s been bouncing around in my head since... oh, like January 6th? For some reason? But it’s also about my insanely long OC fanfic slash vanity project slash concept album. Join me, won’t you?

Okay, so back in... geez 2018? Has it been that long? Around October 2018 I started working out the details for the big climax of the “1000 years ago” section of my fanfic. From the start I had this idea that the Legendary Super Saiyan would be locked into a death struggle with pretty much the entire Saiyan population, led by a Saiyan King who just can’t handle being upstaged. But I had to figure out a lot of details to make that actually work. What I finally ended up with was the Jindan Cult.

Why a cult? Because I wanted my King character to be the main villain, but also be physically weaker, but also he needed to be powerful enough to challenge the heroine. I came up with all these different ways to beef up his power level without making him a Super Saiyan himself, but ultimately I wanted him to have an army of Siayans at his back. That led me to consider some sort of magic elixir that would make them all stronger, but especially the king, since he’s ultimately in this for himself. At first, I considered having him mind-control all of his goons, but I spent the mind control nickel in earlier arcs, and I’ll have to use it again later, because Towa and Demigra use it. Then I thought of drug addiction, which is sort of like mind control but not literal brainwashing or anything like that. And that led me to the cult concept.

One major inspiration for me was the real-life cult called “NXIVM”, which made the news back in 2018 when their leaders started getting arrested, including “Smallville” star Allison Mack. Every time I read about it, it felt like something from a movie, but it was real. I guess the celebrity angle made it more bizarre to me, because it’s sort of like “Hey, this isn’t just some group of randos; someone you’ve heard of is in this thing.” Not that I ever paid much attention to “Smallville”, but you get the idea. She didn’t just join NXIVM, she eventually became one of the top recruiters. Some of the character arcs in my fic were my own attempt to understand how a person goes from Point A to Point B.

The big plot hole, though, in my mind, was that I came up with this whole master plan for the bad guys, but it involved sending wave after wave of Saiyan cultists to die in pointless, unwinnable battles against Luffa. I couldn’t have them win much, because if they beat her, they’d just kill her, and the story would be over. It struck me as fishy that these Saiyans would sign up for a war where the casualty rate is 100%, but I tried to lampshade it as best I could. “Yeah, all those other chumps couldn’t beat Luffa, but I’ll pull it off because I’m special!” It still seemed a bit unlikely.

But then 2020 happened, and I guess the main thing I learned from that year was that people will accept almost anything in order to believe a comfortable lie. The joke I’ve seen on the internet is that we need to retire the expression “avoid it like the plague”, because it turns out a lot of people don’t actually avoid plagues very well at all. The horrifying thing about COVID-19 is how easily people will accept the climbing death tolls. “Oh, well this person was already in bad health, so they would have died eventually anyway.” I don’t want to get too political here, but I’m pretty sure a lot of the anti-mask, coronavirus-is-a-hoax crowd are the same people who made up tall tales about “death panels” in Obamacare. “They’re gonna euthanize your grandma!” they would say, but now they say your grandma is acceptable losses if it means reopening bars and restaurants.

Actually, I do mean to get political, because holy fuck, Qanon stormed the Capitol Building. Look, if you don’t believe Joe Biden won the election, I don’t know what to tell you, except please get far away from me, right now. If you’re not familiar with Qanon, a few years ago some guy on an image board posted a bunch of cryptic messages and claimed to be an important government figure who would know about important things. People started “deciphering” his “clues” and when he stopped posting new ones they started inventing their own “clues” and interpreting them any way that suited them. This led to an overarching narrative that Donald Trump was actually part of this massive sting operation to arrest hundreds, maybe thousands of left-wing politicians, celebrities, and whoever else. Any day now, he was supposed to have Hilary Clinton arrested, and also JFK Junior would somehow show up and help him, even though he’s been dead for 22 years. Every day, these Qanon guys would add on more bizarre lore to their “theories”, and every day none of their predictions would come true. Then Trump lost the election, which put them in a bind, because their whole mythology is based on the idea of him saving the world as POTUS, and now he wasn’t even going to be POTUS for much longer.

I’m pretty sure this had a lot to do with the lies about election fraud. Trump himself refused to accept defeat, and his supporters didn’t want to accept it either, so they all told each other that it wasn’t real, and they believed each other so much that they dug in their heels. But then they’d take this stuff to court and the judge would be like “Uh, what evidence do you have of mass voter fraud?” and they would just be like “lol nvm!” I mean, if there was proof for any of this, why would they not want a judge to see it? But for Qanon, it was more than just being sore losers. They needed all their whackamaroo predictions to come true, and Trump losing re-election would upset the applecart.

So then they started telling themselves that they could win this thing through the boring certification process. I think it was like, December 14 when all the states had to certify their results. So they held out hope that nothing was over until then. Then they pinned their hopes on the Electoral College, and that there would be enough faithless electors to hand Trump the victory, in spite of the voters. I found this one amusing, since I used to see tumblr suggesting the same thing back in 2016, when they were still trying to come up with ways for Bernie Sanders to win.

Then they decided Mike Pence could fix everything, because on Jan 6, Congress would officially count the Electoral Votes and formally declare the winner, and Mike Pence would step in and overrule the whole thing, because the Vice-President oversees that process. Except he just oversees it, he can’t legally change the outcome, especially on a whim. And then the riot at the Capitol happened, and I’m pretty sure all these Qanon types thought it would mark the beginning of a nationwide uprising, with all seventy-odd million Trump voters going apeshit, but it... didn’t work out that way.

Then they convinced themselves that everything was building to January 20, because the innauguration was actually a clever trap, and once Joe Biden took the oath of office, he could then be arrested for treason, so you see, they had to make it look like Trump lost the election, because it was the only way to fool Joe Biden into incriminating himself... or... something. But Jan 20 came and went, so the latest fallback position I heard was that there’s a double-secret REAL inauguration day, and it’s in March, and the January 20 one isn’t legitimate, even though Trump was inaugurated on January 20, 2016, but whatever. That, or the guy we see in the White House now is actually Trump disguised as Joe Biden, or a Joe Biden android or something.

I think I sort of understood that Qanon is a cult, but I didn’t really put the pieces together until the events of January unfolded. Pre-November, it just seemed like a conspiracy theory, without any real timetables or prophecies, like Flat Earth. But once the end of the Trump Administration was in sight, it really started to look like all the doomsday cults I’ve heard about over the years. The predicted events wind up failing to come true, and they invent new predictions to explain away the old ones. It’s not about the veracity of the claims as much as the claims themselves. People want to believe there’s this whole elaborate explanation for everything. They wanted to believe that Trump was this hypercompetent superheroic messiah, because the alternative is to face the uncertain reality: that he had no idea what he was doing, and real people were going to suffer for it.

I think I sort of worked that idea into my fictional cult, but I backed into it. NXIVM was a sex cult, not a doomsday cult, or an elaborate conspiracy theory, so I was mostly fixated on all the depraved things the cult could do to its members. But they all share the same lure: a belief system that promises to make everything fit. I’m not sure what the hook was for NXIVM, but Allison Mack didn’t go in thinking about how much fun sex trafficking would be. That came later, after she was convinced that NXIVM had all the answers, and one of those answers involved sex crimes, apparently. In the same vein, Qanon attempted to explain mass arrests and executions by claiming that Hilary Clinton eats babies or something. “Well, I don’t want babies to get eaten, so I guess breaking into the Capitol building seems like a reasonable course of action.”

Weighed against real life, a bunch of Saiyans accepting a 100% casualty rate doesn’t seem so outrageous. It also helps that sometimes the leaders of these groups can buy into their own hype, and think they’re infallible when they’re really not. This week, I started reading the Darth Plagueis novel again, and I’ve seen the Sith from Star Wars referred to as a cult, but I never gave it a lot of thought until I noticed that Plagueis buys into the whole Dark Side of the Force thing a little too hard. At times, he’ll wax philosophical about how the Jedi are the real bad guys when you think about it, and he’s not just saying that to be manipulative. He honestly believes that the Sith can save the galaxy from decline, which is stupid and hypocritical, because they’re the ones causing all the decline. I always got the impression that Darth Sidious understood that it was all about accumulating power as an end unto itself, and any high-minded talk of necessary evil was just to keep the rubes in line. Rise of Skywalker plays into that idea nicely. He somehow survived Episode VI, but he let the Empire collapse, because if he can’t rule it, he doesn’t want it to exist at all. But he’s still playing himself, because he thinks he can win by following the same failed ideology that got all the previous Sith Lords killed.

That’s pretty much all I have to say about it right now. I need to move on to other topics, because Towa’s not doing a cult thing, so my fic is moving in a different direction. But I feel better for getting this out of my head.

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benisasoftboi · 4 years

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Unorganised thoughts on Trails of Cold Steel II:

they still haven’t told me why it’s Class VII

So I liked this WAY more than CS1, thumbs up

I am annoyed that the only new location was Ymir (WHAT A COINCIDENCE that all the important places in the war were specifically ones Rean had been to already)

I just really wanna go to Parm idk

Bless Anton for showing up right at the end and giving me just enough AP to make A0

(fav Anton and Ricky subplot yet, god I love those guys)

I LOVED how tactile all the reunions were! I love it when fictional characters hug it makes me happy

I found it extremely funny that the final boss straight up tells the characters ‘hey, there’s literally no point to fighting me, you’ll gain nothing except closure I guess’ like that’s VERY on the nose and meta for a final boss

The game does have some real ending fatigue though, I don’t think we needed the epilogue

I did like the final boss though - up until that point, I had become so good at using my Dream Team of Rean, Elliot, Machias and Jusis (or Nuke-sis, as I call him, for his insane levels of arts damage output) that everything had got kinda dull for me. But final boss was actually a challenge, I had to think rather than just using the strategy that had worked on everything else

Which was Rean delays, Elliot heals/deals arts damage, Jusis drops arts nukes, and Machias does miscellaneous support/uses his link ability to keep Jusis’s EP topped up

Oh yeah I had them linked through pretty much the whole game and they hated it and it was super funny

So OH MAN, in their linked victory battle ending screen thing, Jusis goes ‘not bad, you actually held your own for once’

And it’s a little muffled, so the first time I heard it I swear I thought Machias responded with ‘you know what you can hold? Your damn top!’ and I dropped my controller. Had to go out of my way to win another battle with a link attack because no, no way-

He said ‘tongue’

Anyway, characters!

Rean: Immediately upon starting up the game I found Ride Along Estelle in my DLC inventory and equipped it in the hopes that it would inspire Rean to be a better protagonist. It... kinda worked? I don’t hate him anymore, and I was pretty hyped to learn he was Osbourne’s son

And then Lloyd showed up immediately afterwards and I was like ‘oh wait here’s a protagonist I actually LOVE, nvm bye Rean lol’

Alisa: I literally never use Alisa unless the game makes me lol she was there and I don’t hate her but also I cannot remember a single interesting thing she did. Even during her one bit of plot relevance she was overshadowed by Angelica it’s hilarious that the marketing makes her out to be the deteuragonist

Elliot: A GOOD BOY who served me incredibly well with his off the charts healing crafts, I can’t believe I started CS1 not liking him much and thinking him useless. I love the little dance he does in his idle animation

Laura: I still like Laura, I wish she was more plot relevant. I don’t feel strongly about her, but she’s always a welcome addition to any scene

Machias: Unpopular opinion probably but I really like him, even if his outfit in this game was awful. So are his alt outfits. Fashion disaster. I bought him contact lenses from a shady highway business man because he looks better without glasses. I made him ludicrously bulky, if he’d just had some kind of taunt craft to protect Jusis (squishy mage) with he’d be a perfect tank

I’m a fan of him in a ‘this is my trash son’ kind of way lol

Emma: Uhhh kinda boring which is impressive since she’s actually important and pseudo-related to Vita and all. Btw I guessed she was a witch in chapter goddamn three of CS1 after reading the folklore book, and I find it extremely wild that it’s either a dragged out, foregone conclusion if you have read the book, OR witches even existing is completely out of nowhere if you haven’t

Jusis: My favourite, because I’m basic. But like, he’s seriously the most interesting of the guys, and I made him Rean’s best friend (only one I got to rank 7 with lol). And his bonding event in Bareahard was so gooood!

I find it incredibly funny that he insists he and Machias aren’t friends because 1. Yes you are and 2. Do you even have any other non-Rean friends, guy? You literally never hang out with anyone else unless it’s plot related

Still low key ship it. Enjoy that Rean does too, apparently. Still reeling over their Trial Chest’s quote

His second S-Craft is ridiculous looking

Fie: Most interesting girl, love how she just doesn’t get flustered ever, funniest character, best girl in the game, what the HELL was that outfit

Gaius: I keep forgetting Gaius exists lol. I don’t dislike him, but he’s not very interesting to me. He’s Zin, or Noel

Millium: Man do I want to know more about Millium. Her whole thing about learning to cry... so sad and SO fascinating. What is the deal with her and Altina?!?

Sara: I hated Sara at the start of CS1. Now I adore her. God she’s just the best. Please let her interact with Schera please please please Falcom

Towa: Cutest! She’s so cute and I still love her and I did her final event even though she is TOO GOOD for Rean! She got to be a captain! I love her!

As for more minor characters - still think Angie’s great, just wish she wasn’t kinda creepy about her love of girls, deeply dislike that the game ship teases her and GEORGE, who I still otherwise find inoffensive but also, you know, male, Alfin is great, Toval is great too and I still can’t get over him being Toby, stop teasing Claire with Rean let there be one woman who isn’t into him please, oh good Sharon’s here and they don’t do that with her and she’s awesome also can’t believe I used to not like her, more Olivier always please, same with Mueller, Celine is Morgana from P5 except better in every conceivable way, Crow :(, all the Ouroboros lot are great as always, and Elise is easily my least favourite character in this franchise and can get in the sun for all I care

I read a transcript of the drama CD and hey Rean’s dad can also get in the sun for saying that his adopted son isn’t good enough to marry his biological daughter like where do you even start-

I love that I’ve gone from reacting to Ouroboros appearances like ‘oh shit oh no’ to going ‘oh shit it’s these fucking clowns (affectionate) again’

Still love Beryl. Also love Lambert

When they mentioned ‘Mueller’s friend’ I thought it would be Julia and I was so excited and then so disappointed that it was Neithardt who I still don’t like

Elliot’s dad looks ridiculous riding on top of that tank

I loved riding the bike around SO MUCH, even if it took me a while to get a hang of the controls

Aurelia Le Guin is just Edelgard Fire Emblem, right? And Bardias is Claude? Except I guess this game came first, so like, other way around

Man I loved flying around on the Courageous. Also I FINALLY got a map, all I wanted in CS1 was to see a map of the country

However, Act 1 was definitely my favourite part - the sequence where the kids have to sneak through the railway lines under the bridge to get to Garrelia is one of my favourite parts of this entire series. I kind of wanted the whole game to just be this group of teenagers trying to lay low and survive a civil war while also travelling and helping out from place to place

I uh... I want JRPG Life is Strange 2

Why is there a snowboarding minigame. I mean, I loved it, but... why is it there?

I still really miss the old battle orbment designs from Sky. The ARCUSs just aren’t as cool :(

I watched the secret Black Records scene on YouTube and I am so happy to finally have an explanation for Rosine, it was really bothering me that she seemed so out of place at a military academy

I’m very very hype to play CS3 based on the spoilers I have for who will be making appearances...

Seriously why is everything in these games azure though just say blue-

#trails of cold steel 2 #trails of cold steel #trails series #kiseki series #long post #erebonia arc

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1-800-get-sherlocked · 4 years

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For the ask game: Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

henlo piaya!

hmm okay idt i ever hated any pairing a lot unless it was well very inappropriate...like inc*st or smth; i was usually like ok yall can vibe and do ur own thing haha

but i did have a ship i did not have a positive impression of before i got into it:

ok warning i ramble a lot and i SUCK at using periods so its just one long run on sentence i apologize in advance xD (and i use “like” way too much):

(the second and third paragraphs can be skipped ish if needed haha)

before i watched sherlock i initially thought to myself that i like, probably wouldnt end up shipping johnlock (lies...i always end up shipping), and like i knew there was kind of drama about it a long time ago but i wasnt in fandom then so i didnt know and i was scared i’d be like, judged for being a johnlock shipper or whatever so when i went into it i did not have a good view of the ship (i didnt hate it, i just doubted it) (i initially had to watch eps 1 and 2 for brit lit class in school so well that kind of ruined the effect but i ended up rewatching both and then watching everything else)

but then i was like ok sike nvm its like definitely gay (<- pls imagine this in john watson’s voice for maximum effect) and i was like goddamn the chemistry DAMNNNN (i would do an analogy of two elements that r really good together but frankly ive forgotten most of my chem knowledge and all i can remember is hcl and nacl and neither of those sound like a good analogy) and like just the moments john and sherlock have and like idk the tension between them and especially just the way they just complement each other so WELL?? how?? martin freeman and benedict cumberbatch r really good actors ahdafsl and like how they’d do anything to save the other and the LONGING and just bjaldsuujksdf and they just ugh just THEYRE SO GOOD TOGETHER and i just had that moment of realization at some point maybe after i finished s1 - that pool scene, and i was like....OH. and then i was like WHAT DO U MEAN JOHN GETS MARRIED and THEN SHERLOCK LEFT THE GODDAMN WEDDING EARLY and OMLL ok also the ajsdfll whats it called i forget but the uhhh the trolley scene?? ive rewatched that scene an unhealthy number of times also so much stuff in the abominable bride and o also irene adler that was really interesting as well (<- both of these i understood a lot better after absorbing fandom content) and i was like wow...johnlock is real but so is the queerbaiting...big sad...

(listen after i finished binging s4 (which i finished at like 4 am one day) i was like WHAT WHAT WHAT i was utterly confused (i had to read some fluff before i could go to sleep that day lmao)) and i was still hesitant to ship even after all that cause i thought the fandom was dead (im what like idk 3, 5, 6 years late?? idk) so i told myself like dont get ur hopes up right,

ok and then i was like...WAIT THERES SHERLOCK BLOGS ALIVE!! A LOT OF THEM!!!! and i was like wait no way and there were so many johnlock shippers!! and i was like no way yooo and then i followed people and then boom i felt like i could finally just ship johnlock like freely and there was like so much content and i was like whoa!!! im- wow this is so cool! like the tipping point for me like the green light for me to ship it and i was like omg no way i can ship it :D and after like consuming a lot of fandom content i understood a lot better, the evidence for johnlock, (it was kind of like a muddled puddle in my brain when i finished binging and i knew i shipped it but i just like idk i needed to clear up stuff in my brain) and wow the meta is so good in this fandom like DAMN yall big brains bro...+ gifs and fanart and fics and all the content and like idk the vibes r very cool (tho a bit intimidating haha) and then fandom then inspired me to make gifs so thats actually what got me started to try and learn how to make gifs haha and also to create this sherlock blog! it was awesome like getting to see people who shipped it like me like on my dash...cause i didnt really know many people who well were as crazy about it as i was (def no one i knew irl rip)

so um yeah thats how i kind of got into johnlock! a lot of it was thanks to fandom, like me seeing that johnlock blogs were indeed alive, contrary to what i thought before, and the content that helped me understand stuff a lot better, and i was just like overly hyped that the fandom was still alive haha

thanks for reading through all that 😅im sorry if it doesnt make sense i am writing this at an ungodly hour and i always have a habit of rambling so lmk if anything needs explaining (i...will explain properly lmao not keyboard smashing and whatnot)

thank u for the ask!!

#bluris answers asks #theresnoescapingfromtheheartache #sherlock spoilers #welcome to another ep of: blu overshares #anyway yeah i never really had impressions of ships before getting into shows or books or whatnot #blank slate #so this was p interesting #i didnt hate johnlock i just wasnt sure #but trust me i am so sure now #johnlock ftw #they are so good together i literally cant #thank u for the ask!!#and ims orry u have to read through that mumbo jumbo xD i can write a proper summary if needed #<3 #thanks for sending me asks

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angstchim · 6 years

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Smash and Dash | jhs

Store Clerk Hosoek x Reader (Fuck Buddies)

➻ A dirty fic that I’d like to dedicate to my dear mutual @chim-chimmie , Love you boo enjoy the filth!!!

➻ Rated: M

➻ Words:9.6k

➻ I am blaming inspired by these songs: Sexual Animals - Sarah Fimm & Toyfriend - David Guetta

➻ !!: SMUT, usage of toys, protected sex :), squirting, orgasm denial, edging, dirty talk, language, casual sex, masturbation, sex at work, more to add if necessary, NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED, Golden Shower (not like you’d expect), Brat Tamer Hosoek, Brat Reader, Sounding, handcuffs, public sex, dominant hoseok, submissive hoseok, This is fiction so please take what occurs in this fic with a grain of salt and don’t try to attempt the things that the characters engage in, especially Sounding, that is something that should most certainly not be attempted by people who don’t know what they are doing. I’m not an expert on the act, don’t consider me one and PLEASE don’t attempt to do it without proper preparation and advise from people who know what they are doing because I don’t. Anyways enjoy!

Preview

Your eyes glued to your phone screen, your mobile bank account, eyes not leaving from the numbers displayed on the screen. A grin on your face when the numbers change, your paycheck deposited into your account. Tucking your phone into your pocket you threw on a jacket, a beanie and mask to cover your nose, mouth, and chin. Checking the time, it was late afternoon on a Friday and the drive to the next town over was at least an hour, a grin on your face you made your exit.

Tossing your bag and yourself into your humble vehicle your hands on the wheel, foot on the gas, tunes blasting you made your drive. Over the blaring music, and dead roads you felt a tingle in your stomach, excitement. You've been waiting two weeks to get paid, two weeks to make this trip across town. The coiling in your stomach increased tenfold as you got closer and closer to your destination. Pandora's Box. Your favorite sex shop and you were here to buy yourself all the toys to send you into oblivion.

Hood on, car parked and your face mostly covered you happily skipped into your favorite store. It was late compared to all the other times you had visited, the store dead compared to your other rendezvous. No one there besides the workers. Upon entering your feet led you to your favorite aisle. The vibrators. You had a sizeable collection, but you wanted one more, as for what kind, you wanted one to replace the one you wore out. Your hands running over the boxes, your eyes glossing over the speeds and types. After finding one that could match the one you wore out your eyes trailed over to the dildos. A pink one with a width you hadn't yet tried, snatching the box your feet led you to the checkout.

Standing at the checkout wasn't the usual clerk, instead of the bleached hair and snarky smile of Yoongi, you had the bubbly smiles of a brunette. His smile too innocent to be working in a sex shop. His brown locks wisping over his crescent eyes. "Will this be all?" He chimed, his large veiny hands scanning the two boxes you placed on the counter. You couldn't help but stare at his hands and he couldn't help but notice your stare. His glossy eyes fading slightly. "Do you have a membership here Miss?" His voice was a little deeper than when he last spoke.

Snapping out of your trance you remembered where is it you were. Looking up at the curly haired brunette, "Yes, I have a membership." You felt strange saying aloud but it was true you went here so often you might as well be apart of their member program.

He gave a smirk, he grabbed some roundish lensed glasses from the side, slipping them on his nose. He looked to his screen. "May I get your phone number Miss?"

You nodded and relayed your phone number to him, your eyes watching how his long fingers pressed against the store's keyboard. His kept fingernails and thin digits, the fast clicks of the board and the way his veins popped as his hands glided across the keyboard. "You live out of town?" He chimed, his mouth clicking as he bit his cheek.

"I do."

"And you travel all the way here?" He asks, smirking at your toys as he bagged them, your cheeks dusting a faint cherry.

"Going to a shop in town.. well you know there's a chance I could run into someone I know." You explained, eyes everywhere but on him.

"Mhm, I guess that true", he glanced at the screen again. "You live a bit away from here and you have racked up quite the points. I'm impressed." He chuckled. His hand moving the monitor over for you to see just how much of your money you had spent there. Your cheeks heated, "You're worse than Yoongi..." You mumbled.

"Yoongi? You're already on first name basis with that skeez?" He chuckled, his eyes holding a glint to them as he glossed over a female who dared to say the blonde's first name so boldly.

You gave a cough not really realizing you said that aloud, but you gave a nod. "Well, we aren't on first name basis to be exact but we went to high school together and calling him Min never really stuck."

"Mhm.." The brunette hummed, "Calling him Min stuck with me. Are you an old flame or something?"

Your eyes narrowed, "Classmate as I said, and I'd cry if I ever got on any level more intimate than that."

"Why's that?"

"Just, I can't ever see Yoongi like that, it's bad enough he works here and knows every toy I buy." Your chest heaving slightly as you took out your cash.

"With me taking over his shift that's about to change." The brunette said with a smirk.

You squinted at him, reading his name tag. "Mr. Jung, isn't that a privacy violation?"

He chuckled, "Not when I'm holding your dildos while scanning them." He looks at the bag, "Not many buy that size, can you take it all?"

The question hitting you in the abdomen, your lip giving a slight quiver, your throat dry. "J-Jung.."

"Hoseok." He interjected.

"Huh?"

"My name is Hoseok, call me by my first name, you do with Yoongi." He huffed, his eyes glossing over you, he held your bag to you.

"H-Hoseok, don't you think that question is too intimate for a clerk and customer interaction?"

He glossed over you once again, he slid his glasses up his nose, his permed brown locks wisping across his face. "It may be, but we are first name basis now, we aren't 'on' clerk and customer basis are me anymore, are we Dear?"

Your hands swiped the bag from him, "Y-You set me up."

"Did not, you could have said no to all my questions." he chuckled, "You answered them though? Why is that? Do you find me as interesting as I find you?" He leaned across the counter, the store empty, as it neared closing hours.

"I-I.."

"Shh, anyways I find you interesting and from the looks of how often you come here I'm certain your pussy doesn't get played with much now does it?" He grinned his voice, Cheshire.

Your eyes widened, not sure whether to respond or just leave but your feet stayed put.

"Listen.." He began, "I think you're cute and if you're up for it I can give you, your fill. You don't have to say yes, there's no way I'd ever force you but the second you saw me you looked at my hands and I know you weren't just looking at them to admire them." He smirked as he etched his number down on a note, sticking into your bag along with the receipt. "Next time you visit, if you visit, after my shift I can take you to the back room and show you the new merchandise." He gave you a wink.

Your mouth agape, you simply gave a nod, not sure how to respond, your abdomen flaming and your hands trembling as you ran out of the shop. Heart hammering so loudly you could hear it thuds ring. Feet leading you to your car, your hands shaky as you opened the door, tossing the bag aside. Blaring the music, foot on the gas you drove back home. Heart not slowing for anyone, but neither did your foot on the gas that night.

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Your eyes gloss over the number the flirty clerk gave you the previous week. You were too shy to actually contact him, you were caught in a trap. Almost. You knew you wanted nothing more for a man to hold you down but was Hoseok that man? Your thumbs glossing over the screen of your phone as you made a new contact for him. Breath held as you sent him a simple, Hey. [To Hoseok]

Jungkook I swear to god if this is you on another fake number pretending to be the chick I met I will send out those pics of you deepthroating a hotdog. [From Hoseok]

Who's Jungkook? Is this Hoseok and whats this about hot dogs? [To Hoseok]

oh shit, nvm jungkook he's not important, is this vibrator and dildo? [From Hoseok]

Vibrator and dildo is that how you refer to me?! [To Hoseok] Your cheeks huffed and brows furrowed as you looked at your phone screen.

To be fair you didn't give me your name dear. [From Hoseok]

It was on the screen when you looked at my account. [To Hoseok]

oh shit it was wasn't it? i'll still call you dear I like how it sounds. the face you make when i do that is cute. [From Hoseok]

are you coming to the shop today? [From Hoseok]

i want to show you around the store [From Hoseok]

bullshit, but yeah im coming...is this going to be a casual thing? [To Hoseok]

ofc, why wouldn't it [From Hoseok]

You bit your lip. Right anyways i'll come near closing hours. [To Hoseok]

perfect [From Hoseok]

You gave a sigh. You knew this wasn't the brightest of ideas, you knew it may not end pleasantly but nothing was holding you back. Your keys in your hand and your hair tied, you once again found yourself in the driver's seat your foot on the gas. This was your body acting and your heart and mind were taking a back seat for this adventure.

After the quiet ride, you once again parked in the oh so familiar lot. It's worn yellow parking guidelines and bright neon sign stood out as the sun started to set. The shops darkened windows and tinted glass showed only a single silhouette, a single frame behind the register. Pushing the door open, brunette hair greeted you. "There's my girl."

Your brows furrowed. His girl? More like booty call... You shook your head now wasn't the time to be thinking about this. "Hello to you too Hoseok."

"My shift is almost over, want to help me close up?"

"Am I even allowed to do that?" You asked.

He shrugged, "Yoongi used to do it with people like this it's not that big of a deal."

"Did Yoongi get fired or something?"

Hoseok looked at you huffing, "You sure the two of you had nothing?"

"I'm certain."

Hoseok shrugged, "He switched his shifts."

"I see." You nodded.

"What do you mean Yoongi used to do this?" You asked.

Hoseok shrugged his shoulders, "He's a skeez, taught me a few things as a trainee, and now that I'm taking over his shift might as well put his wisdom to good use." The brunette grinned as he led you to a back room, his arms trapping you between him and the wall, his knee keeping your legs spread.

"L-Like what?"

"Like the best places to skip work, the best spots to nap and...." He lowered his mouth to your ear, his tongue planting a sly kiss along the shell of your ear. "The best places to play." His knee pressing between your thighs, giving your neck a swift kiss. "This is your last chance to turn away, what do you say?" He licks a stripe along the length of your neck.

A heat coiling in your abdomen, a whimper creeping up your throat, "G-Get on with it!" A smirk crossing his face as he pressed you against the wall, opened mouthed kisses dotting your jaw as he avoided your lips when you etched them closer to his. His hands making work of your jeans zip and button, harshly he shoved and tugged them from your body, your black thong greeting him.

"Black suits you." He smirked, his thumb grazing over the fabric of the thong, your clit more than eager to meet his caresses. "Take your top off."

Not wasting a second your hands swiped the top from your body, bra quickly being disregarded as your eyes met his lidded coffee orbs. His eyes leaving you as he grabbed a fresh bottle of lube and a boxed dildo, one a size you haven't dared to try yet. "Say.." he smirked, "After I fuck you senseless mind if I play with your body? Teach you a few things." His grin Cheshire as he shimmied out his shirt and jeans, his body lean and fit. His skin sunkissed, and his thighs muscular, and his bulge sizeable, very sizeable.

You gave a shy nod, walking over to him your hand running along his chest, fingers meeting the band of his boxer briefs. "I've got nothing to lose. Teach me Hoseok."

His eyes held a glint to them as he pulled on the strings of your black thong. "That's more like it dear, now be a doll and take these off." He licked his lips as he let his gaze dropped down to his hips. Your eyes following as you rid him of his boxer, his hands nudging the thong further and further down your hips. "Bend over for me dear."

Your lip ensnared by your teeth, your face heated, you bent yourself over for him, your hands pressed to the wall. "Velvet"

Your brows furrowed as you looked back at him, "Velvet?"

He smirked as he squirted lube into his hand, "Safeword, we are going to doing lots of things we haven't before we need something like a safeword don't you think?" He grinned, tapping your clit the with his glossy finger, the lube giving off a welcomed warmth. "One more thing dear." He pumped the large width of the dildo, coating it fully with lube, he pressed its length against your slit gently rubbing it between your folds.

"W-What is it?" You gave a whine, pressing yourself against the silicon length.

"Call me Sir." He gave a low growl.

Your hips bucking as he pulled the dildo away from your eager core. "Y-Yes Sir!"

He gave a smirk. "Do I need to stretch you out, dear?"

You shook your head. "No, Sir... I can take it!"

"Can You?" He lamented to tease you. His voice hanging in the air. "You haven't tried this size yet have you?"

Your knuckles white as your fist pressed against the wall, "No, but fucking give it to me!" You whined feeling restless.

He gave a devilish smirk as he shrugged, "As you wish dear." He pressed the tip of the dildo against your core, the head pushing into your spreading your walls. "Mhm, Fuck!" He growled as he watched the dildo disappear further and further into you. "Look at you, such a good girl. Taking this dildo so well, tell me, baby. Is it a tight fit?" He smirks as he started to pump the thick silicon length into your soaking cunt.

"I-It's super tight... So tight!" Your chest heaving, biting your lip with determination to take all of it.

He pumped the toy further int you, his pace increasing steadily. The stretch increasing as you took the toy inch by itch. His wide crown slamming against your cervix, giving off euphoric friction against your bundle of nerves. Your fingers curling into your palms and your knees started to tremble.

"Does that feel good baby?" He drawled as he pumped the toy into you with a greater force, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Y-yes Sir, it feels so good. Don't stop, please don't stop!!"

"What will happen if I do?" He increased his pace, your chest heaving as you gave out ragged pants.

"You better fucking not!"

"You don't make the rules here." He growled as he pulled the toy from your hungry cunt just as you were about to push over the edge of ecstasy. The coiling in your heat dulling. You gave off a frustrated whine.

Slyly rolling a condom onto his shaft he replaced the dildo with his own length, flipping you over as he did so. "Legs around me dear." His gaze was dark as he thrust into you. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed your form into the wall. "Such a hungry cunt, I fucked you with that dildo and your still squeezing around me like a whore."

Fingers tugging at his curled locks, his mouth biting down on the nape of your neck as your nails scratched down his neck. "Fuck you can go harder than that can't you? If I'm so tight you should fix that." You taunted, ready for the release he denied you, your legs tightening to keep him trapped in your core.

He let out a guttural growl as he angled his thrusts, his hips slamming into you as he forced you against the wall, his weight slamming into you. The room echoing with the sound of his pelvis slamming into yours. "You're right, fucking take it!" He growled, his hips pistioning into you, your back arching, toes curling as a familiar heat brew in your abdomen, "Take all of it! Do you like how I shoved my cock into your hungry little cunt?! I bet you fucking love it."

"Oh!" Your hips trembling around him as you saw stars, "Sir, I fucking love it, I love it so much!" You played along as he fucked you through your orgasm his hips beginning to stutter as he threw his head back. Veins protruded from his pelvis as he came, slipping out of you he pulled off the condom knotting it before tossing it in the bin.

His chest heaving and his hair sticking to his forehead as he caught his breath. "That's the best fuck I've had in a while.." He chuckled.

"S-same here." You gave a shiver, wobbling slightly as you bent to grab your clothes.

"Want to come back to my place?" His voice rang throughout the empty storage room that smelled of sex. Somewhat ironic for a sex shop.

"Your place?" Your brow raised as you peered at him. "I thought this was just a fuck and done deal."

"It is... but I don't want to fuck you just once." He admitted, "Plus it's the weekend, I don't work and I'm certain you don't but correct me if you do."

"I don't work."

"Exactly, we are both free so why not fuck all weekend? We can take breaks, watch a movie, eat or something.."

"You want to be fuck buddies or something?" You asked a bit daringly, not really sure if you were mentally capable of such a thing.

"If you're willing, I'd love to fuck you every weekend." He chuckled as he got dressed.

You looked at him, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. "Just me and you?"

"Of course unless you are okay with fucking other people too?" He asked, not bothered by the idea in the slightest.

"No!" You answered more strongly than you intended to. "I don't want other people getting caught in this." You shrugged nonchalantly.

He nodded. "I'm okay with that, I don't think I'd like to share my new muse with other guys."

"Muse? Me?" You asked as you pulled on your coat.

"Yeah, you and that cunt." He chuckled as he grabbed the dildo and loob cleaning them before slipping them into a bag. "I'll charge them to my card and we are taking these back to my place and I can show you my toy collection." He winked.

"Are we taking your car back to your place?" You asked following him out of the room.

"Car? I don't' have one, I walk to work or take the bus if I'm lazy." He slipped on his glasses as he rung up the dildo and lube. Grabbing his jacket he looked at you, "Want to take your car to my place, that way it doesn't stay here overnight?"

"Of course I don't want a parking ticket." You giggled walking him out to your car, unlocking the door for him.

He got into the passenger side, "I like this car."

"Why thank you." You giggled, moving the GPS screen over to him, "Type in your address for me Hoseok."

"Sure." He hummed, his fingers sliding across the GPS screen as you got the car started pulling out of the lot of the sex shop, listing to the robotic British voice that read off where to turn left and where to turn right.

"Mhm, If I'm staying the weekend what clothes will I wear?" You asked, "I only have the clothes I have on."

"You can wear mine, as for underwear I can spare a pair of boxers, but.." He smirked, "I wouldn't mind if you didn't wear any."

You rolled your eyes. "The sex is great but if I want some boxers you better hand them over." You stated as you pulled into his driveway.

"Don't beat me over it." He chuckled as he exited your car, you following close behind as he unlocked his front door. He flicked on the lights on reveal a clean and tidy living space. His shoes neatly piled by the door, next to his coat rack. He had a simple couch, coffee table and tv set up in his living room. A standard kitchen and living space. "Here's the bedroom." He led you down the hall to the bedroom, swinging open the door was a plainly decorated room, a lot of brown and white and a dash of orange decorated his room. "Make yourself at home." He motioned to the bed, "I 'll get you a change of clothes."

"Thanks." You took a seat on the bed, letting your coat fall from your shoulder,s your bag sitting at the edge of his bed, you peered around. His shelf was adorned with albums, lots of them rap, some rnb and a few of which were of EDM and dance music. He had bucket hats sitting on top of his collection of bear figurines. Nearby hung a ton a fuzzy pouches and fanny packs, your brows furrowed at them. They were the oddest things you've seen.

Stripping from your clothes, you waited on the bed in your panties and bra, Hoseok returning with a shirt and pair of pajama shorts for you. "Mhm, you really did make yourself at home." He chuckled.

You huffed, "You've seen it already does it matter now?" You swiped the clothes from him, slipping them off swiftly. His eyes prying on your form.

"I suppose it doesn't but I like looking at you." He hummed.

"Mhm." You kept your lips pursed. Hoseok says he isn't looking for anything but it oddly doesn't seem that way. Is he just normally this friendly, he's not keeping you at arm's length as you'd expect from someone who proposed such a relationship. "Have you ever done this before Hoseok?"

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, he slipped out of his jeans and was once again in his boxers and tee. "Done what before? Watch a movie? Plenty of times."

Your eyes rolled, "No, I mean have you ever had a fuck buddy before?"

He looked at you, "Yeah, have you?" He keeps a straight face, as he leaned back onto the bed.

"No, I haven't but is it normal to be so friendly?"

He gave a chuckle. "I mean, it's different for everyone, I don't have the mean bone to keep things so stern and cold."

You gave a nod. "What things can't we do together?"

"Kiss." He responded quicker than you had expected.

"Kiss? We have sex but can't kiss." You furrowed your brows.

"Yeah, we already are having sex, but kissing to me is oddly more intimate... I can't kiss you." He looked at you, his eyes glossing over his form as the movie started playing. Strange enough it was Wally that appeared on the tv screen.

"I guess I can understand that." Your eyes trailed to the screen. "Why Wally?"

He smiled, "I love Wally." Both of you watched as the lonely robot collected cubed garbage. All alone out in space. You looked from the screen to Hosoek, his eyes shone as he watched the movie with a dopey smile on his face. This Hoseok was not the same snarky man you met at the store just a week before. You looked back to the lonely robot, Wally reminded you of Hoseok oddly enough.

As the movie progressed the two of you stayed leaned back together on the bed, Hoseok kept you atop his chest, his hands ever so lightly traveling up and down your thighs. "You look good in my shorts."

"How good?"

"You love compliments don't you dear?" He chuckled.

"What can I say, it's a kink of mine." You giggled gently opening your thighs for his traveling hands.

He gave a hum, "Is that so tell me your other kinks then." He slid his shorts off you, his hand gently skimming over your panties.

Your cheeks dusting slightly, "That's for you to find out Sir." You smirked. He gave a tsk, tugging your panties down.

"Brat."

"Your brat, Sir." You continued to egg him on.

"Yes, Mine." He growled as he leaned over grabbing a rope from his bedside drawer. "Since I have to guess what makes you weak, I suppose there's no harm in having fun my way." He smirks, before leaning close to your ear. "Remember the safe word?" He asks.

"Yes, Sir." You whimpered as he started to bound your hands. Keeping them tightly knotted with the rope. He reached once more and pulled out a collar, the front of the collar a loop for his to tie your hands to it.

"Don't tug too hard." He comments, he gave a harsh smack to your clit, watching your squirm and tug on the rope attached to the collar. "We've already played with a dildo, how does a vibrator sound to you? I know you just love to play with those don't you dear?"

You gave a whine, "I like the sound of that Sir."

"Of course you do dear. Your hungry little cunt will like whatever I give it." He gave a smirk. You gave a whimper of protest, he wasn't even wrong. Dipping down to your hips he gave your clit a curious lick, the flat of his tongue rolling against your sensitive bud, his eyes focusing in on you. He let the tip of his tongue flicked your rosebud. Your hips bucked against his tongue for more friction a whine escaping your lips. You wanted more of his tongue. He gave a tsk, he pulled his tongue away just as you began to rut against it.

"S-Sir, Please let me!" You gave a whine, he only shot you an evil grin as he grabbed a long sheer fabric, two long cloths, he gave a nod to the ceiling, there from the ceiling were hooks. He gave a hum as he tied the cloths to the ceiling, grabbing one of your legs wrapped in the cloth attaching it to the hook, he did the same with your other leg. The cloths keeping your legs spread for him, his eyes on your core as he picked out a vibrator from his collection. His collection could rival yours, he picked one that had a dildo as well as a smaller limb for clitoral stimulation. You chest starting to pound as he set the vibrator on the highest level.

"Tell me, dear should I wear a condom this time?" He drawled once more.

"N-No!"

He gave a smirk, "Why's that?"

"I trust you!" Your response was desperate as you core clenched around nothing, your slit glistening with arousal.

He hummed, "So desperate for my cock." He held up the vibrating dildo, squirting lube along its shaft, "Let's see how well you take two cocks in your pussy." He smirked, as he spread lube across your opening, gently dipping a finger into you as he did so. You mewls desperate the longer he teases your opening. Your bound wrists tugging against the collar on your neck. "Don't struggle baby, be a good cockslut and I'll give you a good reward." He held the vibrator to your slit, the tip slipping into your walls so easily you almost felt a bit of shame. Almost.

Once the dildo was fully in you felt the crown of Hoseok's shaft nudging your slit. The vibrator's extra limb pressing against your clit the sensation making your walls tremble around the silicone cock. "Eyes on me dear." He ordered as he pushed his cock into your core to accompany the dildo, both lengths stretching your walls. A slight burn from the stretch. You gave a small hiss, which he soothed by running his finger along your slit, gently giving them a small message as he began to buck his hips slowly. "Fuck this is a tight fit."

You gave a whimper, his hand on the dildo pumping it into you to match his thrusts. His bottom lips trapped between his teeth. Eyes lidded, he flicked your clit once more, pressing the limb of the dildo onto it to add more pressure to your sensitive nerves. "Does that feel good? Mhm, how does it feel to have two cocks spreading open your tight cunt? I bet it feels great." He smirked as he increases his pace, his thrust getting harder and more angled as he pumps the dildo into you. The two heads kissing you cervix each time his pelvis met yours.

Your cheeks crimson, your breaths jagged and your hips trembling. "You feel fucking amazing, your pussy all stretched out and wet." He growled, his eyes glossing over your face, your eyes closed. "Open your eyes dear, look at me when I fuck you, watch the way your greedy pussy can take two cocks. Fucking watch." His hand reaching to grab your jaw as he continued his thrusts, your eyes opening to meet his. A smirk on his face as he tilted you jaw down so you could watch him fuck you open, the dildo keeping you spread and the vibrator making your clit twitch. "That a girl, do you like watching two cocks keep your wet cunt stretched? Do you feel full? Does having two cocks in you make you happy?" He growled.

"Y-yes it does! Ahhh" Your hip stuttering as your walls tightened, your hips raising. His thrust angled as he took the dildo away, just his cock slammed into you. Both his hands on the bed, his bottom lip tucked into his mouth, both his legs together as he began to slam into you with all his strength. The hooks on the ceiling causing the fabric around your legs to tighten as he gave more power to his hips. Your wrist sore, and aching as they tugged on the ropes that bound them to your collar. "H-Hoseok!!!"

He let out a growl and his thrusts got harder as he chased his high, "I" he gave a thrust, "Told" he growled "You" his knuckles white as he gripped the sheets, "To Call Me Sir!" He raised one leg as he slammed into you fastest he could. His head thrown back in pleasure. His hips stuttering as he used you as a fuck doll. His body turning still, he let out a deep growl as he filled your cunt. Your hips twitching as he did so.

"S-Sir.." You whimpered.

Pulling from your core, he gave a grunt as he watched pearlescent drops drip from your core. "My little cum dump." He smirked, "Do you like being filled?" He uses a finger to swab at the escaping cum, holding the tainted finger to your lips. "Say Ahh."

Your mouth open, tongue wrapping around his finger. Cleaning it. "Very much so Sir."

"That's what I like to hear. Let's get you untied so I can fuck that pretty mouth in the shower, then after I fuck it I'm going to cum all over that pretty face. I'm going to use my dick to press my cum all over you. You'll love that, won't you? Being a cumslut, getting on your knees just so you can have my cum dripping down your pretty face?" He met every word he said and more.

His hands untying you, he gave your thigh a smack as you wobbled to your feet. "Get walking Slut." Your whimpers of pleasure echoed in the room as you wobbled to the bathroom, his footsteps following you.

Your eyes lidded, legs wobbly as he set the water, sliding the glass door to the shower open for you. His smirk was wide as he watched your eyes rake over his body, the water from the showerhead leaving him glistening, his once curly hair now stuck to his head as he motioned for you to enter. His voice a growl. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here bitch."

You gave a harsh swallow and nod, getting onto your hands and knees crawling into the shower with him, your body being greeted by the warm water that showered onto you. His hands were quick to lodge themselves into your hair, the tug harsh but welcomed as you gave him innocent eyes, "Sir?"

His dick twitching against his thigh as he looked at you, "Such a pretty little face." He lamented, "Your mouth looks a little lackluster, however... I wonder how we can fix that." His eyes wondering over your parted lips. "Do you have any idea dear?"

You gave a nod. "Sir I have a really good idea." Your tongue swiping over your lips as your eyes glossed over his throbbing length. His vein running along its length as it twitched under your gaze.

"What might that be?" He smirked.

"Let me show you, Sir." With that you inched yourself closer to him, your knees against the slippery shower floor, your hands wrapping around his length giving it a few experimental pumps to which he gave quiet groans that didn't echo well in the shower. Hearing his weak response a fire burned in you to make him scream. A sudden confident aura began to exude from you. Your pumps faster, and your mouth began to wrap around his crown. His tip perfectly fitting into your mouth. Your tongue swabbing the underside of his cock, the back of your throat accommodating him the further he etched into your wet cavern.

"What a dirty mouth," he smirked, his voice gruff as he grips your hair. "How many cocks have fucked it?"

Your eyes widening, your head bobbing, hands gripping his thighs, your legs rubbing against one another. The stretch of your mouth narrowing and widening the more your mouth slid from his base to his tip, his cock slightly curved. His crown poking into your cheek each time you pulled back. His face cherry, his hands tangled in your wet locks as he gave them tugs, the sting welcomed as it gave you a gentle burn you once again took his whole into your mouth. Carefully taking breaths between each stroke. Your gaze of him blurred by your tears, the way your tears gave him a shine as he threw his head back made your stomach coil.

His hips starting to stutter, his grip on your hair tightening as he started to thrust into your mouth. "Oh, Fuck, fuck." He growled, "I'm gonna fuck this mouth so fucking good. Mhm, gonna make you a fucking mute, you'll like that, losing your voice because of how much you suck my cock." he grunted as he fucked into your mouth. Your jaw on fire, tears running down your cheeks, his smirk quivering as he felt close. His thrusts were hard and angled as he made you gag. "That a girl fucking choke on it." He snarled, his breaths heavy, his chest heaving, his knuckles white.

The burn in the back of your throat numbed by his thrusts. "H-Holy shit!" He grunted, he pulled from your mouth, his hand rapidly pumping his shaft as he kept your hair in a grip. Your eyes lidded as they looked up as his glistening body, his bottom lip tucked into his mouth as he bit down on it. Ropes of white splattering against your cheeks and jaw, his head thrown back, he let out a loud moan. His eyes darkening as they took in your cum splattered face, his hand sliding from your hair to your jaw as he gripped it. "You look so good covered in my cum, bet you love being my personal cum dump, my little cumslut."

You gave a nod, your throat too raw to verbally agree to his lewd words. He gave a chuckle, his hand around his sensitive shaft as he pressed the tip of his cock against your cheek. The tip of his cock smearing his cum into your cheek, his eyes darkening as a thought came to his head. Something he hadn't done before but it piqued his interests. He pulled away from your face, his cock aiming at your chest, the shower head running over his form. "C-Can I..?" He looked at your his demeanor calmer.

You looked at him confused before realizing what he meant, Your eyes looking at him, he sported a semi, your cheeks red under his layer of cum. "N-Not my face." You managed to squeak.

He gave a smirk. "Of course dear." With that, he pulled you into the shower head as he showered your chest, your mind hazed as you never saw yourself as the type for water sports. The water from the showered head raining on you washing you clean within seconds of his release. "You're the first girl to let me do that.." he smirked, cleaning your chest before wiping your face. "What a good girl you are, such a good girl." He praised as he pulled you from your knees leaning you against him as he took care of your weak form.

You gave a small whimper and nod, still too raw to respond with words. He only gave a chuckle his inner sir leaving him as he returned back to the bright soul you were watching Wally with just an hour before.

Shutting the water off, he dried off the two of you. He made sure your hair was dry before exiting the bathroom with you. "Do you need a change of clothes?" His voice was softer.

You gave a nod, and he nodded back as he headed into his closet pulling out a shirt and pair of shorts for you. "Here you go." He handed them to you as he slipped on some boxers.

"T-Thank you." Your voice was stronger as you slipped into clothes.

"Hungry?" You shook your head no. Crawling into his bed fucked out, your body sinking into his plush sheet, a horse plushie sitting above the pillow near your head. Your thoughts wondering back to when you first arrived.

"I'll be in the kitchen snacking."

"Okay." You hummed, you bit your lip. You felt content with how things were, the sex was great, the two of you had chemistry but you never tried having this kind of relationship before. Sex always had to be with someone you connected with emotionally, why did it change when Hoseok came around. You swore up and down in the past you were a relationship girl, yet here you were laying in a guy's bed after he fucked you senseless.

Your teeth continued to gnaw at your lip. You liked Hoseok, romantically no, but as a person yes. However, you knew yourself and you knew you'd end up falling for this man if things continued like this for long.

"Back" he announced as he crawled into the bed next to you. You closed your eyes, faking sleep. Hoseok looked over at you turning over, he stayed on his side of the bed the whole night. The rest of the weekend continuing in the same cycle. Fucking, sleeping and not much talking other than the obligatory conversation.

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The weekend of fucking at Hoseok's came to an end. Once again you were driving from work ton his side of town, your duffel bag in the back of your car. The two of you exchanging small talk and the time to come over via text. Feeling peckish you stopped at the grocery store a block from Hoseok's apartment, sexually things were better off than your one-sided crush. You weren't the type for fuck buddy relations, but you were crushing on him. Were hurting yourself? Yes. Did you care? No. Anything to be close to him, this was an internal battle with yourself.

Grabbing a basket you walked around the store in search of snacks. Your hands traveled the shelves grabbing the necessities. Reaching for the nutter butters, while your hands knew what they were doing your feet didn't. One foot stepping wrong and down you came. You let out a small groan, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"You okay?" A deep familiar voice asked.

Your eyes looking up caught by surprise Yoongi stood there offering you a hand. "Yoongi?"

"Oh shit, hey doll." He smirked, "What's brought you to this side of town. Another toy?"

You gave his arm a swat. "No, I'm here for a friend."

"Me?" He chuckled, teasingly.

Your eyes rolled, "As if."

"A booty call?" He gasped.

You bit your lip.

"You're really stepping out of your comfort zone, first it was v neck shirts now it's fuck buddies." He chuckled. You gave his arm another swat.

"Shut up I wasn't scared to wear v necks in high school."

"I beg to differ, one time I threw a tissue into your tits and yelled 'Score' and you never wore one again." He huffed.

"That goes without saying, my boobs aren't your personal shoot bins."

He smirked, "Mhm, can they be? I'm quite the straight shooter."

"Yoongi!"

"Yoongi?" A new voice interrupted your bickering.

"Hoseok?" The two of you said in unison, Yoongi's hand around your wrist to keep you from swatting him. Hoseok's eyes narrowing in on it.

"Hey Hoseok, nice running into you here." Yoongi comments, his hand on your wrist still, his other hand tugging your cheek. "Found a friend here." He smiled at you.

"I'm not your friend." you huffed.

"Mhm, bullshit we are close. Especially in high school."

"High school yes, but what did you do? Fuck my best friend and then you dumped her and chased after me."

Yoongi sighed, "Don't bring that up. Because then we went to that party and in the back of my car we had se-" You hands covered his mouth, eyes darting to Hoseok.

Hoseok's eyes narrowed, "I expect you at my house in an hour." He growled, turning around he walked with what looked like tonight's dinner.

"Y-Yeah." You responded, pulling away from Yoongi.

Hoseok still within earshot. Yoongi chuckled, "I gotta say I miss your snaky little ass." He chuckled, before walking off. Hoseok pretending not to hear, the grip on his basket tightening as he checked out. You quickly following, checking out following him into the lot. "W-wait for me Hobi!"

Hoseok felt frustrated, annoyed and angry, he took a deep breath. "Weren't you busy with Yoongi?" He huffed. He felt lied to. Sure, the two of you weren't dating or anything but he did ask you before if you had anything before and you said there wasn't anything. Yet, here Yoongi is hinting differently.

A tad taken aback you looked up at Hoseok, "No, he just helped me when I fell earlier and we started to bicker." You felt odd for having to justify yourself. "Wanna head back to yours together?"

Hoseok gave a sigh knowing his attitude was uncalled for. "Yeah, I just have to make a phone call, wait in the car for me?"

"Sure." You unlocked your car putting his bags with yours in the trunk, before slipping into the driver's seat as you entertained yourself with your phone. Your eyes traveling to your duffle bag where you packed a few toys you had just in mind for Hoseok this weekend. You wanted to return the favor from the previous week. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

Hoseok gave a sigh as his hand dived into his coat pocket fishing out his phone. He quickly called his most trusted friend. Namjoon. Phone pressed to his ear he listened to it ring as he wandered away from the car.

"Yeah?" A groggy voice picked up.

"Talk some sense into me bud." Hoseok sighed.

"What's bothering you?" Namjoon asked, his voice slightly muffled, as there was click coming from his end.

"You lighting a cancer stick?" Hoseok sneered.

"Shut up, you know I'm a regular smoker."

"You should stop that." Hoseok comments.

"I don't want to hear that from an occasional smoker like you." Namjoon rebutted.

"I only do it when times are tough.."

"Doesn't matter."

"I'm still salty about thinking something was cooking in your kitchen because of the smoke but then I walk in and it's just you and your smoke cloud of lies." Hoseok chuckled.

Namjoon laughed, "Why'd you call? What's been eating you?"

"I have a fuck buddy...I asked her before if she used to have something with a coworker of mine and she told me no... but clearly, she lied to me when she saw him today and I happened to see them. I have no right to be mad, he wasn't doing anything to her and I was the one who proposed the fuck buddy idea but I feel so annoyed seeing specifically him around her."

Namjoon hummed, "You seem to like her more than a friend."

Hoseok groaned, "This was supposed to be a fuck buddy, smash her and dash type of deal for when we meet."

Namjoon took an audible puff of his cigarette, "Does it have to be that way? Do you really need to restrict yourself like that?"

"I mean I don't think I'm ready to devote myself like that to someone.."

"Do you fuck her exclusively?"

"Yeah, I do."

"So devoting your body to her is doable, but mentally being ready for a relationship is the challenge?" Namjoon asked as he took another puff.

"I suppose that could be it."

"Give it a shot, you two can fuck up but give it a shot dude, she may feel the same." Namjoon proposed.

Hosoek bit his lip. "I'll entertain the idea."

"Good now I'm going to relax."

"And watch hentai?"

Namjoon coughed, "W-what?"

"Don't deny it I saw your computer screen a few weeks back. Stop hanging out with Jungkook you're picking up bad habits."

"Shut up I can shame your kinks too" Namjoon huffed.

"My kinks don't call my dick kawaii."

"You bitch."

"Byeeee" Hoseok hung up. Feeling a little better he got into the car. "Let's head to my place dear."

"Alrighty." You started the car, driving to his place. Car Parked the two of you carried in groceries. Setting the bags on the counter you took your coat off reaching for his apron. "I'll start dinner."

He snatched the apron before your hand reached it. "I don't think so you have some explaining to do."

You gulped, eyes avoiding him.

"From what Yoongi said today seems like you two were old flames." He commented, his eyes running over you.

"It wasn't like that, we used to "date" we used to in high school but it only lasted a month..." You confessed, "It doesn't count."

Hoseok huffed, "Why doesn't it count?"

"It wasn't serious." You defended.

"Serious enough for him to fuck you in the back of his car." Hoseok growled.

"W-What does it matter? This is old news Hoseok, it started and ended in high school."

"It matters because you lied about it." Hoseok snarled, "Did he take your virginity?"

You stayed silent which annoyed Hoseok even more. it annoyed him Yoongi got a part of you he would never have, growling he gripped your hips. He was going to fuck you so hard you forget who Yoongi was. Pressing you against the counter, his eyes dark. Veins protruding from his neck, he tugged at your jeans, almost ripping them from you. "I'm going to fuck your sweet little cunt and I'm going to ask you questions and I expect honest fucking answers. If I feel like you are lying I'll fucking ruin you."

Sliding your panties aside he pulled the band of his sweatpants and slammed into you, his hips slamming into you as he kept your legs spread, his arms separating them as he gripped your hips. "Who fucks you better?" He growled, his dick slamming into your walls. The kitchen echoing with the sounds of skin slapping. His grip on your waist deadly as he continued to give it to you harshly. "Answer me whore!"

"Y-You!!!" You cried out your hands cupping your tits over your shirt.

He groaned, "Can he ever fuck you like I can? Does your pussy get as wet for him as it does me? Does it squeeze his cock like how it does mine?!" He snarled, his thrusts aggressive as his questions seemed to rile him more.

"No!! Noo he doesn't, he doesn't compare!! Fuck I'm only like this for you, just you.Fuckkkk!!" You cried out.

Emotions running as wild as his hips, his grip bound to leave marks as he lost himself in your mound. He had to fight the urge to bite down on your neck. Veins protruded from his pelvis as he angled, his thrusts. "Are you ever going to lie to me again?!"

"N-NoSir!!"You whined.

"I can't hear you bitch!"

"No Sir!!" You shouted, your walls tightening around him.

He let out a guttural growl. He felt close, letting out a loud moan, his thumb circling your clit, he filled you. You chest heaving, and toes curling as you felt your release shake your body. His head resting against your shoulder.

"Clean up and get started on dinner." He caught his breath as he pulled out, sliding your panties back in pace. You gave a nod, tripping the counter as you caught your breath. Grabbing your duffle bag with a wobble you made your way to the bathroom to clean up and change before returning to wipe up the kitchen before you even thought about dinner. Hoseok in his bedroom as he laid on the bed. Shocked by his own actions.

Returning to the kitchen your desire to give Hoseok a taste of his own medicine continued to brew, as you began to prepare food. Your teeth gnawing at your gums, as you continued to devise your plan of attack. Hoseok returning from his room to sit in the living room as you cooked. He put on once again another Disney movie.

Setting dinner in the over it had about an hour to cook and that was more than enough time for your plan to take place, grabbing your duffle bag you sneaked it into Hoseok's bedroom, "Hoseok can you help me with this?" You called out from his bedroom, a grin on your faced as you heard his footsteps approaching.

"What is it?" He asked as he peered at you, walking over to where you stood by his desk, his brow raised. You quickly pushed him into his office chair, your handcuffs swiftly found their place around his wrists. His eyes widening, "What's this?"

"What does it look like baby?" You smirked, "Payback."

His eyes darkened. "You're trying to dom me?"

"Trying? Oh, you must be mistaken. I am domming you." You gave a sly wink, your hands running down his chest, rope in your hand as you tied his legs to the wheelchair. "Now be a good boy for Mistress."

Hoseok gave a grunt the second you referred to yourself as Mistress. You hands tugging on his shorts, his cock semihard as it was released from his cotton confines. Reaching into your duffle bag you pulled out lube and a decently sized black casing. Unzipping the case you revealed to him silver rods of varying widths, and lengths. His brow raised. "What kink is this?"

You smirked, "Last week it was my turn to do something I wasn't sure of, this week it's your turn. You remember our word feel free to use it and I'll stop right away."

You got on your knees, giving his tips a soft kiss, before a gentle suck, taking the bottle of lube your squirted a more than generous amount into your hand. Your palm running over his tip, his breath stopping as he huffs, his chest heaves due to the sensitivity he's feeling. "I'm going to stretch you out okay?"

Hoseok looked at the rods putting two and two together he gulped and gave a nod. "W-What's this called?"

"Sounding." You responded, pumping him before grabbing the smallest rod, slicking it with lube placing it as his top, lining it carefully with his slim, the rode only a tad bit bigger than his slit. "T-This may sting a bit, say the word if fit becomes too much."

"I-I trust you." he shivered as the rod, touched his hypersensitive tip. Gently you began to push the rod into his slit, his cock twitching in your hand as you did so, your free hand giving him pumps to distract from the pain. His head thrown back, veins protruding as he bit his lip. "You're taking it so well baby boy, so, so well." You inched the rod in further, his pelvis veins starting to pop, his breaths heavy. You free hand pumping, your tongue swabbing around the base of the rod where it met his tip.

"A-Ahh" He groaned, the pain there, but so was pleasure, giving the rod gentle turns and slow pumps he felt sparks. The feeling immense, his wrists tugging the cuffs and his legs tugging the ropes.

"Do I keep going?"

"Y-yes Mistress." he hummed as he looked into your eyes, then back to his cock where the thin rod pumping into his slit, your tongue circling his base as your hands pumped his shaft. His eyes lidded and his moan light as you continued your ministrations, your tongue and hands more determined the more he lost himself.

The gentle stings turning numb, your tongue lapping at his cock like a kitten as he continued to twitch. The rod continuing to slowly pump in and out of him a few centimeters at a time. His body trembling and twitching with pleasure. This was his first time being dominated. His first time letting a woman reduce him how reduces them. He craved for more.

The sensations building the more you pumped the rod, the more your tongue swiped over him, the more you slowly tortured him. The more you made him crumble. The more you made him moan and grown. The sounds echoing off the walls. "I-I"

"Speak clearly baby boy." You smirked.

"I-I'm close." He huffed, "Mistress please let me cum."

You pretended to think about it. "Since you were such a cooperative boy for me I'll allow it." You continued, to lick and pump him, his hips stuttering and trembling as you did so, giving a harsh grunt he let out a weak whine. Your thighs rubbing together. Removing the rob from his slit you were pleased to find it coated white, looking him in the eyes you lapped at the rod. Cleaning it before him.

He watched with tired lustful eyes. You untied and uncuffed him. He stayed slumped over in the office chair. "Baby girl..."

"Yes?"

"That was fun." he smirked, his smirk fading the longer he looked at you. "Say.." he began.

"What?"

"D-Do you want to stop being fuck buddies?"

Your heart sank, your eyes starting to water. "W-What?"

He looked at you, "You were supposed to be a one-time thing turned fuck buddy but now I can't just be fuck buddies with you. C- Can we take a shot in the dark and try a normal relationship?" His voice slightly quivering as he tucked himself in his sweatpants.

You froze, not sure you heard him right. "A normal relationship?"

"Yeah."

You bit your lip, a blush on your face. "Y-yes , yes, yes."

He looked at you shocked, "I wasn't the only one thinking about it?"

You shook your head, "I've been thinking about it too, but I thought you wanted to stay strictly fuck buddies."

"A friend of mine convinced me to give it a shot." He confessed. He made a mental note to thank Namjoon later.

You inched closer to him, "Does that mean I can kiss you now?"

He chuckled and nodded, "Lay it on me baby."

You giggled connecting his lips to yours, your hands cupping his cheeks and his tangled into the back of your hair. A burnt smell filling the house. the two of your parted lips yelling in unison, "Dinner!"

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