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When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

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Since it’s now confirmed that it’s not BigHits or the venues rules forbidding actual cameras into concerts but the Boys’s rules, please respect their wish. Apparently it makes them feel really uncomfortable and there have been instances you very clearly can see the distress on Hoseok’s face when spotting a fansite with their big camera in the crowds.

They don’t want you to bring your big ass cameras so you better don’t.

IM SO EXCITED FOR MORE OF THIS I ALREADY SCREAMED AT HIM KISSING HIS DAUGHTERS FORHEAD 

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❦ synopsis: the girl you babysit is cute. her hot, single, mafia dad is cuter. (and rich).

❦ pairings: sugardaddy! wakasa imaushi x f!reader

❦ tags/cw: sugar daddy! waka, age difference, but nothing too crazy lol, reader babysits his daughter, yes hes a hot single dad, yes hes a dilf, eventual smut, sexual tension, slow burn, romantic tension, cunnilingus, oral sex, a lot of sex actually, steamy makeout sessions, rich!waka, he takes good care of u, more tags to come just trust meeeee read it, brought to u by the same bitch who made party monster. (chapter specific tags: n/a)

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chapter index

“CAN YOU COVER ME?” 

You had always hated those words. You hated them even more now, as they had been spoken in the midst of your self-care-slash-movie night while you were nose deep in a Netflix drama. You scrunched your nose up, shoveling another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. 

“I’m kinda busy,” You answered, though it came out a bit muffled. You decided to swallow before speaking again. “And I have, like, no babysitting experience.”

Your friend, Emma Sano, sighed on the line. You could hear her shuffling about her room. Even though you couldn’t see her face, you knew she was probably stuffing her face full of pretzels as the two of you spoke.

“Pleeeeeease,” She begged you. “Ken invited me out tonight. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!”

Making a funny face – even though she couldn’t see it – you shook your head. “You see him, like, every week.”

The line went silent.

“If you hate me, just say that,” She said.

On the television screen, you watched two lovers lean in for a kiss. It was the most anticipated moment of the film. They tilted their heads, leaning in toward each other. Closer and closer until…

“You could use the extra money, you know,” Your friend huffed.

“You’re still talking?” You retorted. Setting your spoon down on the napkin you had folded up next to you, you popped the cap back onto your tub of ice cream. “That’s rich coming from a broke college student.”

Again, the line went quiet. “At least I’m in college. You’re just broke,” Emma mused. There was a crunch. You knew she was probably stuffing another handful of pretzels in her mouth, eliciting a muffled, “And single. Miserable. Something needs to change.”

“I’ll find a sugar daddy. Kill two birds with one stone,” You replied.

She hummed in acknowledgement, “Cover my shift! Money’s good and the guy I sit for is really hot.”

You leaned against the back of the couch, seriously contemplating Emma’s words. She had a good point. Begrudgingly, you paused your show. “Fine, okay… but only because I love you.”

Emma smiled. You couldn’t see it, but you knew she was smiling., “I’ll text you his number – wear something nice loveyoubyeeeee–”

And with that, she hung up.

You sighed, pocketing your phone. You hadn’t made time to do laundry in a few weeks. Still, you figured you could scrounge around for a cute dress and use what was left of your makeup to whip up a pretty mug.

4:49 PM

Emmy &lt;3

|  here’s the dad’s number

|  [ Contact ]

|  his daughter is this cutie named Aya

|  She’s like 3 or 4

Me

|  ok

|   whats his name?

Emmy &lt;3

|  😅😅😅

Me

|   hey em lol

|   whats his name

Emmy &lt;3

|  …

Me

|   this is a completely normal guy im about to babysit for right?

|   you know

|  not like

|  one of your criminal friends’ dads 

|  or anything like that, right?

Emmy &lt;3

|  yeah! Thats

|  definitely not

Me

|   Emma what’s his name.

Emmy &lt;3

|   wakasa imaushi

Emmy &lt;3

|   hey i think u forgot to reply

Me

|  the fucking white leopard em…

|   im ok count me out

Emmy  &lt;3

|   nope! I already told him u were coming

|    don’t keep him waiting

|    he’s a cool guy tho i promiiiiiiseeeee

Me

|  emma sano 

|  im gonna kick ur ass next time i c u

5:15 PM

Me

|   hi this is emma’s friend y/n

|   i’ll be stepping in for her tn w your daughter!

|   is this wakasa imaushi?

Seen 5:30 PM

New Number

|   hi there

|   yes it is

Me

|   great!

|   what time do you need me?

New Number

|  i got a business meeting around 6:30 tn

|  but if u come at six-ish we can do quick interview

|  nothin personal just wanna make sure my babygirl’s in good hands

|  m sure u understand 

Me

|  no thats perfectly fine!

|  gotta make sure she’s gonna be taken care of, i get it haha

|  im sure someone of ur generation has seen it all lol!

New Number

|  someone of my generation huh

|  ouch

|  how old do you think i am doll?

Me

|   omg no i didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry!!!

|   i just meant that like

|   excuse me

|   i’ll call the cab so I can get there early.

|   what’s the address?

New Number

|   lol dont worry abt it i’ll get you a lyft

|   don’t spend your money

Me

|  oh you don’t need to do that! Its fine haha

New Number

|  what’s your address?

Me

|  [ Location Attachment ]

New Number

|   done

|    pickup in 5 mins

|    see you soon 

The building your driver pulled up to around 20 minutes later was sleek, pristine, towering high above the city of Tokyo. The shadows and lights of the street below bounced off of the windows. The front of the building had four sets of double doors and two revolving ones – all rimmed with gold. Men in pin striped suits and women with soft, silken hair strolled about without a care in the world.

Your driver turned around. “We’re here, miss.”

You were too busy gawking up at the building to catch it. In hindsight, you should have expected the grandeur of the building to match the reputation of the man you were sitting for tonight. The White Leopard was one of a few names that were rather well known around Tokyo. Not even, the entire country of Japan.

For a very good reason. He was the leader of the same Black Dragons that ruled over your city.

“Yeah,” You murmured, still blinking up at the building. You glanced down at your outfit, feeling very inferior all of a sudden. 

A cheep-fealing white blouse and some bell-bottom slacks with a pair of payless heels.

Wonderful.

Still, you nodded your regards to your driver, shouldering your purse and sliding out of the car. You shut the door behind you. Then, with a sigh, you marched onward.

There was a woman at the front desk. She seemed to be judging you as she peered down at you over the rim of her cat-eye glasses. 

“May I help you?” She asked, her voice a low drawl.

“Hi, I’m a visitor,” You replied rather dumbly.

She stared at you for a moment too long. “... Right,” she said eventually. “I know, dear, I know everyone who comes through here.”

“Oh, right,” You sighed dejectedly. “I’m here to see… Wakasa Imaushi?”

You glanced around the lobby. It was big, almost like a hotel. The mail room was down the hall to your right. The whole place looked like something out of a magazine, tiled floors and fancy pillars and walls towering around you. There was this huge tree in the lobby, just in time for Christmas – decked out in gold ornaments.

She squinted. “Name?”

You told her your name with the best faux smile you could muster. 

Wordlessly, she pushed the buzzer. Except, it didn’t buzz. You didn’t know she had actually done anything until you heard a muffled “Hello?”

“We have a…” She paused, holding the receiver away from her face. “What did you say your name was again?”

You told her.

“Says shes here to see you,” She finished. “That true?”

There was a pause.

“Yeah… send her up.”

You exhaled with relief, feeling your shoulder slouch a bit. A part of you was anticipating for the woman to call security on you – how dare a commoner show her face around these parts?

The phone clicked as she placed it down. “Top floor. Penthouse suite. I’ll tell security to let you in.”

You nodded in thanks to her, bowing your head and then scurrying away. 

The elevator looked like something out of the Great Gatsby. Gold metal framed the golden door. With a sigh, you stepped in. Your manicured hand trailed over the expanse of the keypad. The building had 50 floors in it. You imagined you had a long ride ahead of you.

As your finger pressed the number 50, the button lit up and the elevator doors shut. The ascent began slowly, as expected, so you pulled your phone out for some entertainment.

A text from Emma.

Emmy &lt;3

|  [image attachment]

It was a picture of her and that future boyfriend of hers, Ryuguji Ken. Emma was cheesing from ear to ear, lifting the phone up past her chest so that she could capture the much taller boy on camera. He wasn’t smiling, but he was holding up a peace sign.

You could see it in his eyes. He liked her.

Jealous, You thought to yourself with a pensive sigh. And, really, it did seem a little unfair to you that someone younger managed to find the love of their life while you were still prowling the vast sea of Tinder. 

You were happy for her, though. She was a special girl.

Me

|   u guys r cute lol

|   wear a condom

Emmy &lt;3

|   OMG

|   stop it

|   what if he saw that text

Me

|   maybe then he would finally take a hint lol

The elevator slowed to a stop. You fiddled with the lobe of your ear – it had popped on the way up. The doors slid open as quietly as they had closed – unlike the rickety old doors of the one in your own apartment complex – revealing beautiful vintage marble floor. It was another lobby, albeit much smaller this time. Still much bigger than the hall outside of your apartment, though. It had velvet chairs and a pretty oil painting hung up on the white walls. 

A man in a black suit with slicked-back hair greeted you. “[L/N]?” He offered.

You nodded.

He gestured quietly to the door behind him, stepping aside as if to say ‘ come in’. 

With a curt bow, you stepped around the guy. He opened the door for you. When you stepped into the apartment – or, Penthouse, whatever it was – you had to refrain from letting your jaw drag across the floor.

The room you were in was open, expansive – leather furniture arranged neatly together in front of a flatscreen television screen. There was a fireplace, though it wasn’t like the one your mother had kept in your childhood home. Instead of an open – dangerous – brick furnace, the fireplace was caged in by an expensive-looking glass. The pokers looked just as pricey. 

Not even kidding, some of the furniture looked like the kind of pieces Cleopatra would want to be fed berries on. There were these vintage chandeliers hung from the ceiling, gold dripping from the arms like liquid.

The kitchenette was pretty big, too. You could see it from over here. 

There was an overhang over the living room – indicating that this penthouse had multiple floors. The window panels directly in front of you provided a gods-eye view of the skyscrapers and the sunset. 

You were in awe.

Still unable to tear your eyes away from the tasteful decor, you were called upon by what sounded like a little girl.

Turning your gaze to the ground, you saw her charging toward you. She was a cute little thing – big, bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde curls. She was wearing a nightgown – one that had a Disney princess on it. You wished you knew which one.

“Hi,” She said. For a moment, it felt as if you were the one intruding on her property. In a way, you supposed it was true. “You’re not Emma.”

“No, I’m not,” You replied. It was true. 

“Where is she?” The girl pouted. 

You tilted your head. “Emma’s sick today. I’ll be filling in for her, that okay with you?”

She looked to be debating your proposition for a moment before eventually nodding at you. She opened her mouth, like she was about to add something else – and, really, you were curious as to what that might be – but was interrupted by something else. Someone.

“Be nice to the visitor, Aya.”

A man stepped behind the girl, scooping the giggling child into his arms and pressing a kiss to her temple. The gesture was very cute. What really threw you for a loop, however, was the man himself.

He was this pretty thing, standing only a bit taller than you with a smirk on his face. He was wearing a black tee, one that revealed buff, tatted arms and a well-defined chest. He had long blonde hair – dyed purple on the bottom – but that wasn’t the only feminine thing about him. His eyes were deep lavender hues, framed by the long, blond lashes that fanned over his cheeks. You found yourself mesmerized by him almost instantaneously.

Was it hot in here?

You bowed before him, using the respectful greeting as a clever disguise for your flustered expression. “Imaushi-San, it’s an hon–”

“Please, there’s no need for formalities here. You’re a guest,” He corrected you. With a friendly smile, he placed a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder. His eyes glimmered. “I see you’ve met my little Ayaka.”

You nodded curtly, “She’s very cute.”

Ayaka hid in her father’s neck. He tapped the back of her head. 

“Hey, baby, what do we say?” He asked her.

She didn’t move her head to look at you. Instead, she offered a muffled, “Thank you.”

“Go to your room, Aya,” he said. “The adults need to talk.”

He set the girl down, letting her run off somewhere. You imagined it would be easy to lose a child in a place like this, but you kept your mouth shut. This man was a blood-thirsty criminal, after all. He was dangerous.

The little red earring he had on jingled as he tilted his head – a toothy grin on his features. “Come, let’s talk business.”

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Gangs All Here Collab: Reader x Izana x Shinichiro x Mikey

18+ Minors DNI Explicit Scenes and Language

Word count: 3k

Warnings: early mentions of orgasm denial, smoking and drinking, biting, M and F oral sex, fem reader!

Hi everyone! I’m so happy to be able to get this SUPER self indulgent piece out for my birthday! Happy Birthday to my big brain for helping me finish! I hope everyone enjoys!

Big thank you to @kinjuutsu for hosting this collab and just being amazing ❤

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