#— ❛❛ // professor v. ¦ you don't need powers to have power. ・ 「 in ! 」

[warraigoe]

idk, i just miss him.

—  ❛❛  //  professor v. ¦   the expert in bioengineering.

—  ❛❛  //  professor v. ¦   you don't need powers to have power. ・ 「 in ! 」

—  ❛❛  //  professor v. ¦   perfect and unblemished. ・ 「 images ! 」

—  ❛❛  //  professor v. ¦   i've been so bored for so long. ・ 「 musings ! 」 

[dark-fics-4-you]

Sophie’s World

⋆ 18+ Only ⋆

All of my works contain dark themes, including dubcon, noncon (aka rape), somno, abusive relationships, forced pregnancy, incest, and possibly more (each fanfic will have individual content warnings)

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THE ABOVE THEMES

Recent Fics

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Old Grudges Die Hard - Rafe Cameron had made your life hell ever since you first met him in elementary school. When you moved away for college, you thought you were finally done with your bully, but your life changes when you come face to face with him at his party a year later.

Crying in the Country Club ch. IV

Crying in the Country Club ch. III

Crying in the Country Club ch. II

Crying in the Country Club ch. I

Softcore - Dilf!Rafe retaliates when younger!Reader jokes that he needs viagra

Number One Fan ch. V - Rafe tightens his control over you, continuing to shut you out from the rest of the world

Number One Fan ch. IV - your step brother can’t stand to watch you flirt with JJ Maybank, and he finally decides to take what he believes he’s owed.

After Hours Lesson - After class dinner, your professor, Coriolanus Snow, offers you a ride home

About Me

I go by Sophie! I’m 23 years old and I use she/her pronouns.

I have been writing fanfiction since I was 14 (yes there is an incredibly cursed blog full of kpop fanfic that I wrote in middle school still floating around on tumblr to this day). I first got into reading dark fanfics when I was 19 or 20 and I’ve been writing and posting my own dark fanfics for about 2 years.

Who I Write For

Sophie’s Masterlist

I mostly write for Rafe Cameron and Coriolanus Snow, but I have written for Sejanus Plinth, Loki, and Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) in the past.

In addition to my Rafe Cameron fics, I have also featured Topper Thorton as a character in a smut.

Requests

Requests are allowed and encouraged but I can give no guarantee that I will get around to writing all of them. I currently have over 200 messages in my inbox, so if I don't end up taking your request, it's nothing personal, I just have a lot of them :)

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Rec tag is #recrecrec

I reblog many fics written by other authors onto this blog but here are just a couple of my favorite authors on tumblr that I have to rec

@cherienymphe

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@proactivetypaperson

@spideyhexx

@youaremyhome

[vivwritesfics]

Behind Closed Doors

She's sleeping with her favourite university professor, and she thinks she's the only one. Spoiler, she's not.

Warnings: Smut, p in v, technical cheating but not rly, angst-ish, age gap, power imbalance

Viv's AUgust Event

The sheets fell away from his body as she threw her leg over him and climbed into his lap. Fernando looked up at her, hands coming to rest on her waist. "What are you doing, cariño?" He asked as his hands settled on her hips.

Her only answer was to lean forward and press delicate kisses to the skin of his neck. Fernando hummed as he let her work. He'd let her get away with this for a little bit, until she pushed it too far.

And then it was his turn.

"Don't you have class this morning, pequeña paloma?" He asked as she kissed down his chest, nimble fingers travelling towards his bare cock.

She hummed. "I do," she answered. "Your class."

He grabbed her and flipped their position, pinning her beneath him. "We should make this quick, then."

He kissed her with fervour, hips rolling against her own. It was enough to create friction, enough to have her whining against him. "Fernando," she gasped as she tugged at his dark hair.

He chuckled and pulled her leg up around his (slutty man) waist. She wrapped her legs around him and Fernando pushed himself inside of her.

Her breath caught in her throat. Tugging on his hair, she pulled him down until his lips were against her own. His hips moved against her own, rolling, pushing his cock inside of her.

Fernando swallowed every sweet little noise that left her lips. He tightened his grip on her and began kissing down her neck. His grunts were music in her ear.

His hand travelled down to toy with her, to move things along. Fernando was hyperaware of the time as he moved his hips quicker. He was so damn close, needed to feel her clench around him.

Her legs shook as she came around him, back arching into his chest. Fernando's head dropped onto her shoulder as he gave one last thrust, stilling inside of her. "Fuck," he grunted as he pulled out of her.

He grabbed his watch from his bedside table and checked the time. "Quickly now," he said as he pulled her up from the bed. "You have class soon."

She rolled her eyes as he threw her skirt at her.

***

She shouldn't have thought she was the only one. But she did, she thought she was the only one that had the attention of her favourite professor.

She should have known better.

Professor Alonso gave her as much attention as he gave everybody else in the room. It kept the illusion that they were just a professor and his student. Nobody knew she had been back to his house, between her sheets.

After the lecture, she gathered up her things and headed to get something to eat. It wasn't often that she had lunch in her professors office, and normally it was Fernando that suggested it.

She didn't knock on his office door as she walked in. What would have happened if she had knocked?

She walked into the office. It should have been locked. God, she wished it had been locked. There was her fellow student, the girl she sat beside in the lecture hall, in her professors lap. The other student pulled away from Fernando, cheeks blazing as she looked at her.

Tears gathered as she turned on her heel and ran out of the room. Fernando didn't call after her, didn't do anything to stop her from running. He just didn't care.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

We will protect you. Part IV

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: ADA and you discuss, what you manage to uncover, with the rest of the Gang. But, you never expected to see three particular names in the list.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

Part III

Part V

_______

You were sitting one of the couches in the living room, between Yosano and Kouyou. You and ADA returned home fifteen minutes ago and were telling others, what happened today.

ADA members were the ones, who did most of the talking. They explained in details, what they do to Stalker. And it was impressive in their own way. Yes, today, they mostly used physical power, but, some people only learn, that dog us angry, only when said dog bite them. And, while it was strange to have Dazai of all people using raw power, you feel so grateful towards him for protecting you today. You were grateful towards all Armed Detective Agency members, Katai and Natsume for today's protection.

Ranpo finally stopped talking and took a list of Stalker's accomplices from the table.

"With Stalker's phone we had some evidence, that will help us punish them severely. But, we need to punish a few more people. Stalker's accomplices..."

Everyone's gazes became darker. Ranpo start reading out loud. Poe took Stalker's phone and Katai turn on his laptop.

"First names, Emily Glover and Eugene Porcher..." You sighed, hearing these names.

"My university professors. They are responsible for job assignment during Charity Fair."

Poe start scrolling through Stalker's phone, trying to find Stalker's chat with anyone from this two.

"No... No... Found it! It seems, that Stalker posed as poor shy crushing student, who just want to see you from afar. And the café were the best option for them, because of all this windows," Poe's hands were shaking because of anger. "Your two professors didn't even question them, after you started to tell everyone about the Stalker."

You rub your forehead and lean your back on Yosano. She immediately put her hand on your head and start playing with your hair.

"Okay... Next?"

Ranpo cleared his throat.

"Johnathan Burke, manager of the café..."

This time, Katai clarify his reasons.

"Stalker pay them for keeping you on Closing Shift."

Ranpo named the third accomplice.

"Samson Beck, police officer, it seems, he and Stalker knew each other. Ollie Foster and Lennie Finch, two students. They..."

You finished.

"Don't like me. Especially after I moved in with you."

Ranpo nodded.

"Yes, unfortunately. And, there are three more names. I have never heard them before. Justin Blackwood, Angela Blackwood and Tory Swanson."

You perked up, hearing these names. You jumped from the couch and snatched the list from the Ranpo.

"And here I hoped that it was a hallucination and I didn't see these three names."

Everyone stared at you. You quickly explained.

"Justin and Angela are my uncle and aunt. [C/N]'s parents."

Kunikida adjusted his glasses.

"I assume, they also liked to call in the middle of the night?"

You mumble something and shrug. You took a pen from the table and start spinning it, trying to calm down.

"Maybe? At least, they never called me in the middle of the night. As for Tory, she is my cousin, I guess. We are not blood related, she is Justin's niece."

Atsushi looked puzzled.

"Okay... What do they get from helping Stalker?"

Poe, who was checking chats, spoke.

"Well, they mentioned something about... inheritance and old hotel. And, being ready to help Stalker get you."

You snatched the phone from Poe and stare at the screen.

It was true. You recognize your aunt's number.

SNAP

Blue ink from broken pen coated your hand. The plastic remains of the pen fall down on the floor. You were breathing hard. You gave the phone back to Poe.

"Because of inheritance... They are ready to destroy my life... Sold me to a creep. And here I thought, they wanted..."

You breathe in and out.

You glance at your dirty hand.

"I need to clean myself up."

You turned away and left the living room.

_______

You frantically soaped your palms. Hot water were burning your hands, but you didn't care. A million thoughts fly in your mind and none of them were pleasant.

You were crying.

One week ago you got a message from Aunt Angela. She said, that she and Justin wanted to visit you the following week. You were happy to see someone from your family again.

But, with that family you don't need enemies.

You heard, how someone open the door. You catch Kouyou's reflection in a mirror.

Then you were embraced by her. Kouyou whispered.

"You can cry as much, as you want, Dear Flower. I will be there."

You sobbed, hiding your face in her chest.

"They were thinking about inheritance... They didn't care about me!"

Kouyou lightly pet your head.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be alright. We won't let them hurt you. I won't let them hurt you."

Kouyou cupped your face. You looked directly in her cherry-red-eyes. She kissed away two stray teardrops from your cheeks.

"I promise."

You hugged her again.

"It's just... I thought, that they are my family. That, they, at least, shouldn't be against me."

Kouyou kissed your temple.

"Not all families are supportive. But we will support you. Always."

You sighed.

"True... Can we stay like this for a moment? Then we will return to a living room?"

Kouyou nodded, placing her hand on your head.

____

When Kouyou and you return to the living room, others looked troubled. You were standing with your back turned to her while Kouyou hugged you from behind. You explained everyone about your aunt's messages. And about wanting to meet you.

Right in the middle of explanation, you got another message from her. You read it out loud.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Let's meet tomorrow and have dinner together! Your uncle and I will wait for you at the "Sakura" restaurant."

You raise an eyebrow. "Sakura" was a wanna be Japanese restaurant. Cheap, with bad food. Because of that, during Charity Fair, they almost had no clients.

Good place for a kidnapping. You rub your forehead. You are getting a headache.

Mori stand up. He came closer to you, stand near Kouyou and put his hands on your shoulders.

"Don't worry, My Darling Guiding Light, tommorow, you will be under protection of Port Mafia. And we will show them, what will happened to people, who cross you."

You looked at Mori with gratitude.

"Thank you, Ougai. So..." you looked at others, fixing your gaze on Port Mafia members. "Who want to meet my family tommorow?"

________

That night you spent in your room.

But you weren't alone.

Once again, you were in a middle of cuddle sandwich.

You were laying face to face with Kouyou. You ran your fingers through her hair, that she let down. Koyouu's fingers were massaging your temples. From time to time, she ran her fingertips up and down your face.

Mori was spooning you. He put his chin on the top of your head. Your legs were intertwined. His hands were wrapped around your midsection. From time to time, he gave you an affectionate squeeze.

And, once again, you felt safe.

[romanoffsbish]

Teach me, Mommy

Professor!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

Warnings: Jealousy.

Smut: Subby Nat. Mommy (R), Good Girl/Baby (N), “BJ,” Strap (N), Choking, Punishment (Spanking).

18+ | Minors DNI

The echo of heels clicking against the polished linoleum of the large lecture hall caused your gaze to lift from the paperwork on your desk, giving you a chance to ogle your professor as she made her way over to the desk at the front.

The woman looked positively delectable in her red v neck blouse, layered beneath a form fit black suit jacket, and tucked into the front of her matching pencil skirt that fell at her knees.

——

Professor Romanoff, was a gorgeous force to be reckoned with, and when she dressed like this—for you, truth be told, you so wanted to play.

The need to control in her daily life made sense, she was a women leading the science department at a fairly prestigious university. In public she needed to commandeer respect, and she surely did just that, the men she worked over seemed to hold a healthy fear of her.

Once you saw her publicly putting Mr. Stark in his place, you got to see the usually smug man turn as pale as a ghost, so stunned in fact that Mr. Banner had to drag him away from the she devil stood in those calf defining black stilettos. The way she smirked as she turned around is what initially drew you to her. Because beneath those eyes dripping with power you saw the precious angel ready to be taken care of.

Everyone else on campus was afraid of her too. She held her head high, and ran a tight ship. Lessons started at 8am, her doors were locked the moment the digital clock hit said time. The homework was tedious, and unlike your other courses it actually required critical thinking. Quizzes took place every Friday, based off study guides that left your brain scrambling.

Even with the heavy workload, she didn't have the same hold over you that she did others. Natasha, as you know her, loved the way she could command a room's attention, but what she loved even more was having all of yours.

Natasha has always been in control, ever since she was little, and had to help raise Yelena. Fighting with just about anyone who got in her way of ensuring her sisters safety and future, so it makes sense that would bleed into her now.

But it didn't reflect her deep desires though.

The truth was she lived to be dominated, to be put in her place when she's stepped out of line, and with you she found herself submitting with ease. Handing you her body without any fight, and she plans to do so for as long as forever.

Natasha could feel your eyes on her, just as she wanted it, as she set up the board for the quiz on genetics. She drew a mock punnet square, because even with as strict as she was, she was not above offering the occasional cheat code.

When she spun around she offered the class a tight lipped smile that fell away when she saw one of your classmates hands on your bicep. "Miss Maximoff, if you don't mind, we have a quiz to start and that requires you be seated."

"Sorry Miss Romanoff," Wanda skittishly rushed away to her desk in the back and you quirked your brow at the professor who only met your gaze with one that dripped danger.

Natasha wasn't one to share, and she wasn't about to start today. As she walked around the class passing out the quizzes she made sure to sway her hips just as she passed by your desk. You quietly chuckled at her show of possession, as if she had anything to worry about, you already claimed her as yours years ago, it's why she had your initials tattooed on her wrist besides a heart made with the intricate grooves of your thumbs. You're hers too, the mark of her soft lips on your ribcage your chosen tie.

The exam was honestly a breeze for you, but for the sake of your cover remaining intact you'd pretended to struggle so you could be the last one seated as students slowly filed on out.

"Y/N, you're my best student, stop pretending that you're still working," Natasha challenged from her desk, the last student left fifteen minutes ago, clearly you were just taunting her.

"I don't know Miss. Romanoff, this exam is really hard," you relayed with a feigned sense of concern, "I sure hope I don't fail and have to retake this course, that would be a bummer."

Natasha rolled her eyes as you placed your test down on her desk, which she realized was a bad idea as you gripped her chin and tilted her head backwards until she was looking at you. "Careful with the attitude pretty girl, you don't want to go pissing mommy off now, do you?"

Natasha shook her head, "I'm sorry mommy," she latched on to your thumb, her tongue ran over the ridges of your skin, then she began to lightly suck as she gazed up at you sweetly. You smirked before looking up at the ticking clock, "You have just enough time to suck me off."

Natasha hummed around your thumb, you could see the way her eyes genuinely lit up at the prospect, and you chuckled as she danced then shimmied out of her seat to her knees. While maintaining eye contact you slipped your digit from her mouth and with the pad of your thumb you spread saliva all over her lips to assist her in her plans to suck you off.

The redhead looked up at you, she sat prettily, and the restraint you witnessed her showing was endearing. She knew better than to touch without guidance, "Good girl," you coo'd as you slid your shorts down to your ankles, then went your boxers and out popped your black strap.

"Follow me baby," you said as you stepped around her to take your place in her chair, you settled a hand on your strap and began to stroke the silicone as Natasha crawled over, "Hurry up baby, your next class starts in fifteen minutes, and I'm not leaving until I cum."

Natasha slackened her jaw, leaving her mouth agape so you could do as you pleased with her. After a few teasing moments of hovering over her you finally pushed the tip beyond her lips. The eager woman took initiative from there and began to bob her head aggressively while her hand applied dizzying pressure to the base.

"There you go baby," you softly growled as the pleasure started to flow throughout your body, your hand now tangled into her hair as you aided her in taking even more of you down her throat to the point that she was gagging.

"Mm, mm, fuck Tash, you're just so good for me," your hips were now thrusting wildly, "Mommy's good girl, fuck, take it all baby."

Natasha's nose met your stomach, the fact that she'd managed to take all of you is what threw you over the edge, the coil within you snapped, and in a controlled manner you moaned out her well deserved praises, "Good girl."

Natasha stared in relative awe as your slick dripped down the front of her desk chair as you stood up. You weren't opposed to chasing your own pleasure, but truth be told you preferred to make the redhead cry out for you, so after a moment tailored for you you tended to brush passed it, so it wasn't a shock you'd already redressed before her breath was back in sync.

"I'll see you in a few hours Miss. Romanoff," you said as you collected her ungraded papers, along with her office keys, "Five minutes," you added with a wink before you were gone.

"Ty budesh' moyey smert'yu," Natasha cursed under her breath, then as per usual, she was up and in order before the students traipsed on in.

(You will be the death of me.)

—

Natasha groaned in relief as the bell rang, you left her in quite the state, and unfortunately she had to sit through two more lectures before there was any promise of relief. Which is why she was on the verge of tears when she entered her office to find only stacks of graded papers.

"For fucks sake," she huffed with her face now in her hands, her bag that was haphazardly thrown in a moment of frustration hit the ground loud enough to conceal your entrance.

"Now, now," you pressed your body into hers from behind, your smirk wide as she tensed, "Tell me baby, is that how a respected woman speaks when she doesn't get what she wants?"

"No m-mommy, but I," she went to defend herself, but you stopped her with a finger to her lips that slid down until you were wrapping your hand around her throat. Natasha was actually grateful, because she had no excuse.

"It's inexcusable Natalia," you reminded her, "Just because you're needy doesn't mean you get to be bitchy," you sneered as you reached forward to clear her desk of her belongings.

You spun her around so she could face you as you spoke, "I was trying to do something nice for you," with a slow, calculated thrust you let the redhead feel the bulge in your shorts, it was sizably bigger than the one she sucked earlier, her eyes widened, and so did your cocky grin.

"I-is that?" Natasha gulped when you nodded, feeling her throat pulse beneath your palm was an incredibly arousing feeling, "What a shame too, mommy was gonna breed her special girl, so I left to change, but now I'm not so sure..."

"No, please, I'm sorry mommy," you cut her off before she could continue pleading, with your tight grip on her throat you tugged her forward until your lips were only millimeters apart, she could taste your breath and instinctually she tried to close the gap, but you stepped back and softly tsk'd as she whined, "Who's in charge?"

"Mommy is..."

"Exactly baby, so if you want something you..." you looked to her with so much confidence that she felt like this was almost a mirror to the lie of who she outwardly is to the world, "Ask."

"Can I have a kiss please?" Natasha whispered, she felt a brief moment of embarrassment, but then all she felt was warmth as you smiled at her, when she felt your hands firmly back on her hips she felt safe, and with your lips finally on hers she truly felt whole. "There she is."

The deceivingly soft kiss melded into a heady entanglement in only a matter of seconds. Natasha melted into you, becoming a pliant body for you to mold to your every whim, you didn't act right away though, you loved to keep her in this constant state of neediness, one she had never felt before with another person.

As your tongue slid over hers, and your hands roamed her body she was becoming quite the whimpering mess that you needed to tend to. Her hips canted against the air with a violent need, so you reluctantly pulled away, and even if she wanted more, part of her didn't want the kiss to end so she gripped your shirt collar.

"Baby," you warned softly, "If you want mommy to help with the mess in your panties then you need to bend over for me, but if you want to kiss then we can do that instead..."

Natasha relinquished her hold instantly, "No," you smiled and pecked her lips, "Over the desk then baby, give mommy her prettiest view."

Once the redhead settled her front against her hardwood desk, with her skirt perfectly bunched up at her hips she sighed dreamily. The poor girl thought she was going to just get a pass to what she wanted with no need for a punishment for her behavior, but as your hand began to knead the flesh of her ass she knew.

"Hmm, how many we thinking baby?"

"Five," she offered and you cackled, "Hilarious, how about 20? One for each question on your chapter 'quiz' since you are just so reasonable."

"Heyyyy, I'm just trying to give everyone a well rounded—," she was cut off with a shriek as your hand made brutal contact with her skin, “Your excuses are null and void, quiet down.”

Natasha took her punishment like a champ, every slap against her increasingly reddening cheeks a reminder that you're always watching. The only thing that taints this was she was a bit of an adrenaline junkie so she pushed back into your hand near the end, "Harder mommy..."

So, for her unconscious disobedience you added five more without a word, each one was surprisingly harsher than the other, and for the last one you rerouted to her cunt, so by the end the woman was sobbing, as she should be.

"What do we say?" You asked as you softly massaged her backside, "Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome," you leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, then you awkwardly tilted her head up, you pressed another to her lips as you slid your strap into her slicked hole. The redhead appreciated the way you muffled her screams, she was always very vocal whenever you entered her, so you knew what to do. You always did, she loved your considerate nature.

As you pounded into her you realized that she needed help with the noise, "Quiet now, don't wanna send Banner home with an erection," you whispered through gritted teeth, your hand on her hip squeezed tighter at the mention of her ex, their relationship was tumultuous, and you knew that, but you still hate knowing he has had her in ways you've yet to be able to.

Taking her classes made you exempt from the university fraternization rule, but since you had to be more major focused moving forward you were excited for the prospect of taking her out on the town and showing her off as yours.

"Tell me baby, who fucks you better?" Your free hand roamed between her legs just as she went to answer, you pinched her neglected clit and she shrieked your title into the skin of her palm in an attempt to not broadcast your activities, but you knew that no matter what he heard. There was a vent behind the desk that linked their offices, it's how she found him cheating.

It's how you knew your secret was safe...

Natasha began to quiet down, something about nearing the edge always seemed to cause her to go silent, it was an anomaly to you, you think it was her usual need for control seeping through the cracks, but you nonetheless found it sweet. Endearing really, that you could fuck the well known hard ass professor into a state of zen.

This time however she shocked you, her soft voice came out in a needy whimper, "I'm so close mommy, wanna feel you inside first, please, fill me up, I need it so bad, need you."

“Yeah?” You grunted as you reached down to grip the pump, “You want mommy’s seed? Want me to fill you up until your pregnant?”

Natasha shrieked yes as your words, coupled with the tip of your strap slamming into her inner most sensitive spot, sent her reeling. With a quick squeeze followed by a deep thrust you filled her pussy up with your faux cum, the sensation made her back arch her body into the desk, her head raised up as she screamed into your strategically placed mouth, and you were soon forcefully stilled by her fluttering walls.

Natasha moaned unendingly into your mouth as you managed to fuck her cunt through the resistance. It drove you wild, the sound of the mixed arousals as you drove the strap into her. Eventually the adrenaline from her orgasm faded and she lost the strength to hold her body up all of a sudden to maintain the kiss.

You chuckled as she slumped into the desk, and with a soft movement you pulled out. While she rested her hot skin against the chilled wood you reached into your file cabinet and pulled out a rag so you could clean her up. Then you did just that before you grabbed her pair of emergency sweats from the drawer, which were really just ones she stole from you.

After Natasha was cleaned, and redressed in comfy clothes you pulled her into your body, and settled the both of you into her desk chair. Natasha smushed her face against your chest, she was exhausted from her long day, and if you’d let her she would sleep here tonight.

“Natasha,” you softly called out to her and she groaned, knowing now that you wouldn’t, “Liho has been home alone with Alpine all day, that poor little guy is probably just as nervous as his dad is when around women at the bar.”

“Stupid Bucky,” Natasha grumbled in a muffled voice against you, “He ruins everything good.”

“He’s literally on an emergency military tour,” you cackled in a shocked tone, “Y/N, that was just code for Steve’s finally back in the states.”

Natasha was his childhood best friend, so of course she knew this, but you were slightly offended that she would think you didn’t.

“Yeah, I know Nat, but he’s far too modest to ask us to cat sit so he could fuck his boyfriend,” you smiled as she giggled unabashedly, “Still, he’s a good guy, the least we could do is watch the sweet little feline while he gets to do it.”

Natasha hummed thoughtfully, “Yeah, I get it, I couldn’t even imagine going a year without being fucked by you,” you snorted, “You can’t even go a few days Nat, you’d likely shrivel up.”

The elder woman slapped your shoulder in a futile protest, the truth was clear as day when you take note of your fresh marks layered over and around the fading ones from other days.

“Carry me to the car?” You shook your head in amusement that she’d risk such exposure, but when noting how late it was you deemed it safe, and when all you saw was a bright red Bruce as you exited into the connected parking garage you were happy to have agreed to this.

—

As you two settled into bed you could feel the exhaustion wash over you instantaneously. Natasha couldn't sleep though, she was playing with your limp hand as her thoughts ran wild.

"Malysh?"

You hummed groggily, "Yes baby?"

"How long until you graduate again?"

"Three semesters left, why?"

"We should get married next fall then, so your degree matches your name," she genuinely relayed, her voice was level, but you could hear the subtle insecurities, "Oh, interesting. Why is it that you're not taking my last name, hmm?"

"Because I'm well established in my career as a Romanoff,” she scoffed playfully, “Plus, you need the additive so people remember who you belong to..." her grip on your hand tightened, and you know she was transported back to when Wanda’s hand laid atop your shoulder.

You pulled her body closer, hand interlocking with hers to cut off all of her nervous fiddling, “Hmm, I always thought the one who spends most nights writhing beneath the other took the last name of the champion atop of them,” but your words were nothing short of teasing.

Natasha retracted her hand from yours to slap it away, “Go sleep on the couch Y/N,” she tried to shuffle away in a show of anger, but much to her genuine delight you wouldn’t let her go, “Baby, I'm just kidding, of course I'll become a Romanoff,” you kissed her cheek softly, “Now everyone on campus will know you’re mine.”

Natasha turned to face you, her hand gently settled atop your cheek, “Irrevocably so detka,” she kissed your lips tenderly, then she buried her face into the crook of your neck, “G’nite.”

“Goodnight Natty,” you chuckled softly as she was already snoring, “I love you sweet girl.”

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❤️ Kaitlyn 💋

[alicentsswornshield]

@wolfie-1221 posted a list of their fav rhaenicent fics 🤌 10/10 recommendations

I've been inspired to share my own list since I've been spending probably too much time on ao3 - hopefully it will be helpful for anyone looking to start reading rhaenicent (note that few are already mentioned in the above mentioned post)

My favourites (in no particular order):

(WIP) Seven (by @comicxgrl)

The story follows two alternating timelines and you're equally invested in both. It's so so well written, you fall in love with the characters immediately, the pacing of the story line is incredible and with only 5 chapters published, I think story is slowly set up for the main arc. The author is an architect and you can feel the thought process and clear intention behind every line and action.

(WIP) Out of sun (by @lumyart )

Rhaenyra and Alicent share a complicated past. Skip 10yrs later, Alicent is an excellent surgeon, has three kids and a husband. Their paths cross again when Targaryen Enterprises start being involved with Alicent's hospital.

Tags for this story are #bdsm #makingkinkemotional #emotionalslowburn - I think that's all you need to know?

I feel like it's really hard to write about bdsm w/o making it feel gratuitous. That's not the case here. @lumyart involves it as one of the main plot points of the story. It explores the emotional/psychological reason/need behind kinks and how those relationships differ etc. The push and pull in their relationship is dizzying, as the story progresses we get snippets of their past and what went wrong between them and how did they get where they are now. It almost feels like you're uncovering a mystery. There's many layers to the story and each chapter gifts you one piece of the puzzle.

See also: Blame it on Fate (morning show au we deserved) | silver sparks (wish this was the s02 hod script)

Love is complicated (by @molter-writes)

Absolute favourite of molter's fics and that's really hard to decide on.

This story made me want to start a campaign to get @molter-writes to actually write a rhaenicent Notting Hill AU.

Don't even read the summary. Just read everything and anything by @molter-writes , it will always deliver strong writing, a compelling storyline and characters that you can't help but fall in love with.

Bodhrán beat (by @molter-writes)

I'm not a monarchist but I will make an exception for this modern royals au. Whatever you think this fic is about, you are mistaken.

Only one chapter posted so far but it's so so good. I don't think you realise how unwell I was after I read it.

See also: (WIP) leaf and blade | (Completed) grey ridge (ríl liatroma) | (Completed) ride the dragon (and do it quickly) | (WIP) song of the exposition

(WIP) Lying (in the hollows of your heart)  (by @wakesirens) 

I usually read only modern AUs (because of the misogyny in Westeros, I have enough of that irl thanks) but this fic is amazing nonetheless. Keeping Baelon alive and him being king gives us an alternate version of Rhaenyra's life. One where she's his most trusted advisor and representative of the Crown but she's not bound to the throne/realm in same way as the heir. This allows her to still attain power and freedom usually not afforded to women. Oh and Alicent works in a brothel.

What you wanted (by mrdcai)

Berlin, spies, complicated past, angst

Again it's just excellent writing! This one only has 1/3 chapters out but I'm already convinced that it deserves to be among top five fics. Only downside is that the story will only have three chapters, though a part of me is hoping that the author will change their mind and make it a longer story.

Side note, I keep imagining Alicent as Olivia Cooke's character from Slow Horses... great spy/thriller show btw

See also: Desire (I want to turn into you)

Some other fics I loved:

(WIP) Honey, make this easy (by nerdsofdeath)

Alicent is a history professor at university and Rhaenyra is her new TA. It's a slow burn and v angsty 😭

Midnights Like This (by pure_black_wings)

College AU, they're two idiots in love that don't know how to cope.

War of Hearts (by Silanahfire)

Rhaenyra Targaryen is barren and the realm needs an heir. The King and Grand Maester Mellos found a solution in the scripts of Old Valyria. Alicent Hightower will carry her child, even if the estrangement between the two seemed impossible to end. An arranged marriage waits both.

(WIP) You Broke Me (by skullgamerscy)

Angst 😭

The Silver Queen and the Lady in Green (by Wandering Fan)

This is AU in every sense of the word. The author built a whole different world with its own lore. Very very slow burn

[kitaro2709]

|| Day 5: Action Magic - Overpass

Whoops, someone seems to have mixed up our cast's scripts! Bracelet boys? Riding Duel King Kurosaki? What is this?? Whatever shall we do?? Show us your wildest swaps today- be it roleswap, bodyswap, or whatever else you can think of! ||

Bracelet boys with...emmm what is the term of the girls in this case? idk lolololol

Serena and Yuri are one of my favorite characters of ARC-V!! They are so cool--- and funny too! (Even so, i like Serena more-- she is just so cool...)

My headcanons for this Role Swap: -Serena probably is more cruel and don't care about the war, the only thing that she is interested is in making the Professor happy.

-Yuri doesn't care about the war or the professor, he just wants to get out of Academia (He probably most of the time is locked in a special room, bcs the professor needs him for the proyect) -Serena is aware that she is a part of Ray, and isn't worried about disappear after the proyect is done.

-Leo don't know the whole thing about Ray and Zarc, he thinks that Zarc is the villain- Sadly, for his desfortune he is gonna learn that his daugher is the villain in this story

-In this universe, Ray was a pro-duelist that can feel the feelings of the monsters, she go crazy because of all the bad feelings that many monsters have(? idk i really don't know how this can work. Zarc with the help of the power of his dragons fight Ray and in their battle the original dimension split up in 4

-Lunalight Cat Dancer in this universe is more generic monster in terms of summoning, nows requeirs 2 monsters of dark attribute. And the condicion of tributing a "Lunalight" monster to activate her effect, can be now used with the condicion of tributing any monster and not only "Lunalight" monsters.

And yes, Yuzu is the main protagonist in this universe-

@arcvmonth

[askmerriauthor]

Pokemon S/V - Story Themes: Failure and Abuse

Something I actually really like about Pokemon S/V, which is somewhat ironic given the state of the game itself, is that its underlying story theme is about how the adults of the setting have utterly failed the younger generation.

General discussion and rambling about Pokemon S/V after the jump, as there's sure to be spoilers. This is a long one, so buckle up.

Throughout the many stories Pokemon has told over the years and its iterations, the role of adults in the series and how they relate to the kids - ostensibly, the Player themselves as well - has varied wildly. They've been mentors, friends, allies, enemies, or even just odd folk we encounter. But, for better or worse, they've always been fairly direct in a What You See Is What You Get sort of way.

Pokemon S/V subverts that a bit in that all of the adults - even those we don't meet and only hear about through dialogue - have completely failed the children of the story. The results of those shortcomings range from very mild to absolutely disastrous, but nobody is untouched by it. Even the Player isn't spared.

Right up front we've got the Friendship Trio: Nemona, Arven, and Penny. Being the core to the story, they're the biggest examples one has out the gate. Common themes they all share are that they're each left without support from their families or peers, and that they're each desperately lonely as a result. Nemona is a star pupil, a battling prodigy, and daughter to a wealthy, powerful family. But despite all her talents she's left adrift without aim or goal. Her younger sister is the one being given control of the family business and Nemona's own talents set her apart from other students, meaning she struggles to find peers. Her family seem all too happy to focus on the younger sister, while Geeta from the Pokemon League and the academy itself happily makes use of Nemona's skills for their own ends. Nemona is constantly eager to please, always looking up to powerful people like Geeta and Professor Turo/Sada, but admits that she's just sort of floundering without any anchor. The people she looks up to only see her as a tool to be used and immediately discarded until the next time they need her.

A lot of Players joke about how battle obsessed Nemona is toward the Player, or how yandere jealous/possessive she becomes immediately upon meeting us. She even stands up to Geeta - who she absolutely hero worships - about our attention being poached. But can you really blame her for realizing there's finally someone who not only matches her skill, but seems dedicated to following a route the game itself states virtually nobody else in the region ever comes close to achieving? Nemona is not only the youngest Champion ever, but the only Champion in years, until the Player shows up. Regardless of what the person holding the console feels toward the Gym Challenge, in-context of the story the Player is proving through their own actions that they value Nemona as a friend/rival and are putting in genuine effort to meet her. When you defeat her, especially at the very end when she goes all out in a way she's never been able to with anyone else, she's thrilled. To Nemona, it's got to be the most amazing validation she's ever had in her life. Why wouldn't she hold on dearly and enthusiastically when nobody else, let alone her own family, are able to keep up with her or offer her the validation she needs?

Arven is just absolutely wrecked by his parental failure. His parent (Turo or Sada depending on which version you're playing) was so obsessed with their research in Area Zero that they threw away their entire family. Their spouse left them and took Arven, leaving the boy growing up constantly feeling the void of that missing part of their life. They keep hearing about the things their Professor Parent has accomplished and how well-regarded they are, but that's always just a reminder that the parent put more effort into their work than into being with their child. When Arven tries to go into Area Zero to find their parent himself, his Mabosstiff (his beloved Pokemon companion he's had literally his entire life) is near mortally injured as a result and Arven spends the rest of the game desperately trying to save it. Later, it's revealed that the Professor's work is endangering literally the entire ecosystem and stands to destroy Paldea itself, leaving Arven with the knowledge that not only was he abandoned for the sake of research, but that research was both ultimately harmful and pointless.

By the time the Player reaches the depths of Area Zero and meets the AI Professor, they find out a few things about the Professor. Namely that they're dead. It turns out that the Box Legendary they brought through time killed them years prior and the person the Player - and Arven - has been interacting with all throughout the game is just an AI replica left behind. While exploring the Professor's various labs, the Player first finds an empty picture frame that had its photo removed and, when in the final lab in the heart of Area Zero, they find the photo pinned to the Professor's work board. A photo of Arven as a tot with his beloved Pokemon (still an unevolved Maschiff at the time). This yields two big realizations. One is that the Professor still absolutely harbored love for their child and family, but allowed their drive - or possibly insanity - to overcome them. They were lying to themselves all those years saying "I'm doing this for my family" while outright ignoring said family entirely. Second is that the Player is the only one who learns outright that the Professor was killed, which means they - albeit off-screen - were the ones to break the news to Arven. Even in death, with the AI Professor's remnants of its creator's memories showing love for Arven, they failed him again and again. It's always up to Arven himself to carve his own way through his parent's wake, relying on his own abilities and the help of his friends, to struggle through the mess his parent left him.

Penny is failed on multiple fronts and to multiple degrees. She's a complete introvert and clearly suffers from a fair level of social anxiety due to the bullying she endured during her time at school. She's not shy, per say; when it comes to interacting with the Player and others, she's actually rather outspoken once she feels comfortable. But there's absolutely a wall put up that she doesn't let anyone past until she's ready, controlling her level of exposure and interaction through mediums like only communicating via phone or intentionally restricting her in-person time behind excuses.

At the most basic level, Penny is failed by her own father who doesn't understand her. She mentions that he's always doting, giving her childish nicknames and basically fawning over her. That sounds great on its face - exactly the sort of thing Nemona and Arven crave - but it shows that her father doesn't understand his daughter. Penny doesn't enjoy or respond well to that type of affection and it's being forced on her, causing a wedge in her home life. Next up are Penny's friends, the bosses of Team Star. They gained that rank and gang affiliation because of Penny; she's the one who set it up as a means of rallying all the students who suffered from constant bullying to stand up for themselves as a unified resistance. By that point she was so emotionally battered that she couldn't even stand to be in the company of other people directly, isolating herself and communicating only through phone calls. The Team Star Bosses and Penny all considered each other to be the closest of friends, yet they had never once met her face to face. While it's not explored as much (criminally so, I say) each of the Team Star Bosses show that they're in a similar state as Penny; they rely on each other for support but also self-expression and validation. It's shown throughout their stories that they're let down by the systems they trusted and their families, not able to find what they need from those establishments and instead turning toward one another.

As it's revealed through the events of the Team Star story, the previous administration of the Paldean Academy allowed a brutal level of bullying to go on at school. So much so that it resulted in the targeted students dropping out, falling to truancy, and literally forming a gang just to protect themselves from their aggressors. When Team Star finally did put their collective foot down (peacefully by both intent and action), they were wrongfully branded as the villains of the story and stigmatized. Team Star was shown that not only would adults not protect them, but would actively punish them for protecting themselves. The school admin at the time - who were fully aware of the whole situation - not only allowed it to happen but then actively attempted to cover it up for the sake of protecting their own asses. They were content to sit by and allow their own students to suffer, ultimately leading to drop outs and expulsions, just for their own sake. This led to both the admin and the entire teaching staff to resign and be replaced by the staff we see in the game, and Director Clavell starts to fall into the same error as his predecessor.

When the Player gets involved, Clavell is about to expel all the Team Star members for good (and there's a TON of them). But, hey, credit where it's due; Clavell really puts in the work and goes to considerable lengths to uncover the truth of what happened. He puts into motion the start of healing those wounds by setting aside not only his time, but his own ego for the sake of understanding his students, protecting them, and rectifying the mistakes of those who came before him. There's a part at the very end where Clavell outright apologizes to Team Star for the abuses they suffered at the hands of the previous Academy staff and deeply bows to them. That may not seem like much on its face, but one has to consider the context of this being a Japanese game. A major authority figure like Clavell bowing and apologizing to those younger than himself, let alone those he's an authority over, is a MAJOR demonstration of genuine regret.

That's not to say Clavell is perfect though. Far from it; while he succeeds in this area, he fails in others as he readily allows Geeta to use both the Academy and its students as she pleases. Geeta outright takes advantage of the students for unpaid labor - the Player included - even though none of them actually work for her. The teaching staff themselves, while all good people who are trying their best, show similar failures to varying degrees. Saguaro doesn't show who he really is because he's afraid of disrupting the image students have of him. Miriam - beloved by students for her skills and nature - languishes unable to fulfill her desire to be a teacher because the credential testing (presumably set by Geeta, who establishes similar needlessly exclusionary tests) keeps knocking her down. Hassel is endlessly harangued by his family to give up his passion for art and teaching to take the lead of their House.

It continues with the Gym Leaders and Elite Four as well, given how Geeta readily abuses her position of power to her own ends. All the Gym Leaders readily discuss their dislike of Geeta, how she holds them back or interferes with them, and the various shortcomings of their lives due to structural failures in their society. People like Larry, Brassius, Grusha, and Iono are wholly at the whims of capitalism in a region where the economy itself is tied directly to the Pokemon League they work for. Larry and Hassel pull double duty as both a Gym Leader and Academy Teacher, as well as members of the Elite Four, further showing how much Geeta is intentionally intertwining all these systems together into a narrow, unstable medium. Poppy, a LITERAL TODDLER, is somehow a member of the Elite Four - when Geeta doesn't even pay adults a living wage to be Gym Leaders/Elite Four and also readily takes advantage of students for free labor, you cannot possibly tell me Poppy isn't an overt case of child labor abuses. Seriously, who are this kid's parents and where the hell are they? Later in the game, Geeta calls the Player on their phone out of the blue and one of the responses you can give is "How did you get my number?". She replies that because you're a Champion, she has access to your personal information. Information you did not consent to give her, that she used her position to look up and privately contact you - a child - for work, without the consent or awareness of your parent. Geeta has set the Pokemon League in a way that best suits her desires and warped the entirety of Paldea around it, endangering and weakening other institutions as a result.

There's actually a lot more to this scattered throughout the game, such as a student who's languished in the Academy system for twenty years without graduating because he's constantly failing. Or everything that has to do with History Teacher Raifort. But this has already gone on long enough of a ramble. In summary, Pokemon S/V has some honestly interesting explorations of institutional and personal failure from the past and how it impacts the future. Themes of generational trauma wasn't what I expected out of a Pokemon game. I hope to see it expanded on in the coming DLC content or, even better, in the upcoming anime series.

[warraigoe]

❝ oh, a pleasant surprise. ❞

[ottopilot-wrote-this]

Coven, Part III

Coven is a work of erotic fiction, intended for adults 18+, written by Ottopilot. Images were AI-generated by Ottopilot using Stable Diffusion 1.5. Don't like AI? Text-only version here. Content warnings: sexual content, mature language, mind control, corruption, occult, sadism

Previously: Part I, Part II, This is: Part III, Continued in: Part IV, Part V

"C'mon Sarah, pick up," Lily whispered to herself. Voicemail. Lily hung up again in frustration. Finally, she hammered out a quick text: "You were right. Still digging, but BE CAREFUL."

Even assuming witches and demons and human sacrifice were completely nonsensical, Lily had to figure Helen Bishop and her coven believed it was real. That meant somebody, possibly Sarah, was in grave danger tonight.

Still, they wouldn't try to a ritual sacrifice in the middle of the quad. There must be someplace nearby of mystical significance, but also somewhat discreet.

Lily rubbed her eyes. They seemed heavy and irritable today, but she needed to stay on task. She was getting frustrated with herself, struggling to keep up with the enormity of this situation when Sarah was counting on her. Worry gnawed at the pit of her stomach.

Or was it guilt - that her actions were what drove Sarah to the verge of this perilous endgame?

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"This isn't possible," Sarah muttered, "You're not here. You can't be."

"You're somewhat correct," Helen Bishop said, calmly. No one could have snuck in through the door, Sarah thought. Yet Helen stood before her in the living room, powerful and commanding. Her black robe shimmered in the daylight, her beauty dark and alluring. Dangling precariously in her cleavage, the Eye of Asmodeus seemed to glow and pulse as if it was alive. Helen stood before Sarah, a human manifestation of the seductive beauty of her Lord and Master. "But we both know He makes all things possible."

Sarah’s gaze kept returning to the ruby eye, her thoughts clouding as she fought to focus. It gleamed in the morning sunlight, seemingly burning with the intensity of hellfire itself. Whispering voices seeped into her mind, murmuring about forgotten desires she’d never admitted to herself, encouraging her to listen and let the Eye burrow into and stain her very soul.

Her eyes darted to the apartment door. She tried to make a dash for it, but her muscles would not comply. Frozen in place, feeling the despair of her plight closing in on her, Sarah squealed resignedly.

"Sarah, please sit. We need to have a chat."

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Molly Pickering sighed, watching the clock on the wall. Barely time for lunch. When she entered into this field, she imagined she would preserving dusty old tomes, plucking gems of forgotten knowledge off the vast shelves, maybe being whisked off halfway around the world to help a handsome archeology professor with his research, in between punching Nazis. And while she did some of that - minus the Nazi-punching - university librarian had become a glorified IT help desk.

"Excuse me again, can I ask you a question?"

Molly looked up and peered over her glasses. It was the same pretty, inquisitive young lady who asked to see some of the old witchcraft spell books in the university's collection. That was probably the most exciting thing to happen to Molly on the job in months.

"Oh, you again. How can I help you, Miss?"

"I'm interested in the history of this university and its surrounding areas. Particularly… any murders, ritual suicides, occult dealings, things of that nature."

This was turning out to be an interesting day at the office after all. "Well," Molly said, "Interesting you ask. On Halloween." Squinting through her cat-eye bifocals, she typed a couple things into the card catalog database, scribbled some numbers on a Post-It, and handed it to Lily.

"As you could probably guess, this area had settlers at the time of the Salem Witch Trials. There were some stake burnings in the area, but there is also some actual evidence of occult activities from the era. Whether it's factual or not, occult activity is a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Here and there over time, the campus and surrounding areas have attracted that sort of thing.

"Much of the recurring activity was centered around the beech tree grove just outside the west side of campus. It does have some historical context as a gathering place for witches, and in the early 1970s, there was a stabbing in that grove. As you are probably aware as a young lady, it's regarded as a place to avoid at night as it's secluded and poorly lit. Here are call numbers for a couple resources on the local history if you are interested."

Lily thanked the librarian, buoyed by this break in her investigation. She hustled off to the stacks to grab the recommended books. Maybe this boost of adrenaline would help her stay alert. She didn't really understand why she was so sleepy today…

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Sarah sunk into the couch, her muscles relaxed and unresponsive, her will weakened. Her body burned with desire. Her breasts, bared to the morning air, glistened with sweat, and her sensitive skin felt every drop. She was trying so hard, trying to resist the voices in her head of her sisters, as they enticed her to rejoin them. But as she stared deep into the glowing ruby, she was entranced by its dark beauty, and felt her resistance slipping away.

"Sweet Sarah," Helen said, her voice soothing and intoxicating, like bourbon pouring over ice. "It's good the Eye found you. Your coven still needs you, come back to us. Laura was too far out of reach and had to be sacrificed, her loss was unavoidable. You should have come to me when you found out, we could have… corrected her behavior, together."

Changing Laura, altering her, manipulating her - it all seemed so deliciously tempting to Sarah. She bit her lip, her arousal washing away her morality. No, she thought, I need to steel myself. She's doing it to me, she's been doing it all morning. I need to be strong, like Lil. I need to be strong and wait for her.

"Your friend can't help you, she won't be here in time. Just give in, Sarah," Helen continued her assault on Sarah's resolve. "Then when she arrives, she will complete the coven. We will catch her off-guard, and force her to bow to our combined power."

"No," Sarah whimpered. She struggled to maintain hope, a dim flame in the all-encompassing darkness inside her. That couldn't happen. Sarah couldn't allow Helen to do that to her Lily. Lily wasn't meant to submit - unlike herself, she wasn't weak, she would never lower herself to another mortal power.

Helen paused, frowning slightly. She was certainly surprised Sarah had put up this much resistance, and the mention of her friend only seemed to strengthen it. Perhaps a change in tactics was in order. "Looks like I struck a nerve, Sarah," Helen said. A wicked smile formed on her lips. "A slight miscalculation, it seems.

"What would you say to me, Sarah, if I could offer you what you truly want?" The temptation in Helen’s words echoed through Sarah's defenseless mind, planting seeds of persuasion that bloomed under the amulet’s gaze. Her hand slipped into her pants, absentmindedly rubbing her soaked pussy. “Lily would be disappointed if you denied her this knowledge… if you denied her legacy.”

[teenandbeyond]

hi could a request a demon fem reader x gojo where reader is just bewitchingly beautiful ( and low-key evil n v powerful ) and she joins the uni where gojo is a student of and he tries impressing her n shit n idk more things could be added but ya it has smut n it's very smexy n romantic sort of but sub!gojo :O

Gojo x Dom Fem. Demon Reader

Interesting, let's see how it goes.

Want the Dom Gojo version? Here.

Want more from meh? Masterlist!

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🕶 Please Her 🕶 (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Warning(s): College AU, flirty reader, smut, dirty talk, didn't really know where to go with it

It's your second semester at a new college and you've already got a guy trying to impress you, not doing too good so far when he's wearing shades indoors...

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He could feel you before you entered the room.

As you entered, he lowered his shades, like he couldn't see you clearly past them.

You were beautiful.

You immediately met his eyes, you could feel his power, too.

And when your lips lifted into a smirk, he decided.

He wanted you.

The next day, he made sure to make a point of falling into the chair next to you.

"Mm, are you here to dispose of me, curse user?"

"Not necessarily," he drew out his syllables, leaning on a palm, "I just wanted to get a better view."

"You're not going to get that from the very back of the class."

He met your gaze over his shades after turning his head your way, "I didn't mean the lesson. I'd much prefer to study you, instead. Better view than that geezer any day."

"Sacrificing your grades for me? I'm flattered," you offered a shark-like grin full of sarcasm.

"No need to worry about me. I have the best grades in this school," he smiled.

You rolled your eyes, kicking up your feet, "Of course you do."

"Miss [Name]! Put your feet down, right-"

Your professor cut himself off with a glare from you, your head tilted back, challenging him to say the rest.

All he did was clear his throat, "I'll let you off this time since this is your first day, but don't expect such leniency next time."

"Well, aren't you the rebellious one? Someone should tame that disobedience of yours," he purred out.

"I don't get tamed. It's not in my nature."

And every day after that, he finds something to brag to you about.

Trying to impress you, you supposed.

But he wasn't your type.

He was pretty, sure, but you weren't into men who weren't worth what they bragged about.

He just seemed like another egotistical pretty boy who was used to having his way in life.

And why hasn't he reported you yet? You were a demon, his type doesn't let you cruise around innocent people so easily. It's why you had to transfer quite a few times.

His answer?

"I mean, other than a few little pranks, you don't mean much harm. Just another student trying to get their degree. As long as it stays that way, you'll be fine."

He seemed to care more about getting in your pants than much else.

He even brought you your favorite drink from some cafe a few minutes away.

"How the hell do you know I like this?" you ask after an experimental sip.

"I watch."

"Creepy. And I'm a demon."

All he does is smile.

You have a strange dynamic of banter, Gojo not really getting past your wall.

"We can't go on one date, beautiful?"

"My dates include an exclusion of clothes."

"I certainly wouldn't mind that," he smiles, flashing his pearly whites.

"You haven't earned the privilege, human."

"I will..."

Things change one day when a sleazy student decides to grope you on your way out of your last class. Even after you tell him to stop.

You both end up in a hidden corner with you tugging hard on his ear, threatening him.

"Listen here, human. You have two options...You can either use this pencil and stab yourself in your poorly endowed genitals. Or I can tear off your ear for your poor listening abilities."

"You crazy bitch, you think you scare me? I've had crazier girlfriends."

"Oh, have you, now? Well, I don't like being second best to anybody. May I show you why I'm the one to fear?"

You mute him with your power, he's unable to be heard by powerless humans. And you slowly tug further and further away from his head.

He tries to struggle away, but your power holds him in place.

"You don't deserve these ears anyway, much too pretty for that attitude of yours," you grin as he begins to scream.

"Stop! Stop! It's going to tear off!" he shrieked.

"That's the point."

You silently glance at the ear in your hand, then back at the screaming young man.

And you laugh. Tossing your head back, hard.

"Fascinating! Humans are very expressive."

"What's going on here?"

You blandly glance over to see Gojo moving closer, "You're not blind. I think it's blatantly obvious."

"Gojo! Gojo, help me, man! This bitch is crazy!"

"Silly human, he can't-"

"Help you? Lovely [Name] here doesn't seem like the type to do something without reason."

He could hear him? Right...his power.

"So what did you do, Kimura?"

"Nothing! All I did was flirt a little and she went nuts!"

You stab a pencil into your desired area, getting another satisfying scream out of him, "You touched me without my permission. And even after my merciful warning, you kept doing it...You were confident, too. I can only imagine how many human women it took to gain it. What do you have to say about that?"

All he could do was groan in pain.

"Well, at least now you can live alone like you deserve. Only desperate little humans would get with a man lacking an ear and a hard-on. Now, get out of my sight," your power releases him as you dismiss him with a hand.

You don't turn to look at him as he rushes to hobble away.

But before he can turn around the corner, his body freezes in place and shatters like glass.

"Foolish human. I don't let scum like you live."

"Well, well. Interesting to finally see your power in action."

You jump at the voice next to you, when did Gojo get that close?

"You didn't try to help him."

"He was weak anyway. But I told you not to harm anyone, or we'd have a problem."

"I have selective hearing," you smirked, leaning against a brick wall.

"Selective hearing, huh? Of course, you do," he hummed.

Before you could blink, he was pressed into you, arm against your throat.

"I should kill you."

"Will you?"

"Hmm," his gaze bore through you, "It'd be a shame...I like you."

"I am quite the charmer," you don't break his stare even as his thumb brushes against your cheek, red staining it when it leaves you.

"Red suits you," he muttered, looking down at the blood.

"It suits anyone."

"But I like it on you, I'm not talking about everyone else," he drags his thumb over your lips. Teasing it between them.

You tease back by accepting it inside when he meets your gaze again.

He sucks in a breath.

"Your bravado doesn't fool me, human," you kiss the pad of his finger.

"What do you mean?"

"You aren't the type to lead in a game like this. But that's okay..."

Gojo can't say he expected to be under you in his bed... But he can't say he minded either.

"Fuck..." his lip quivered as he watched your head bob up and down.

This view of you should've been deadly.

You moved to kiss along his thigh, "You don't deserve me pleasuring you, human."

He knows. He doesn't deserve to see something so pretty.

"I want you to prove you're worthy to be inside me."

He eagerly exchanged positions with you, whimpering like it was the best meal he's ever had.

You grip his hair tight, and you briefly think about it being painful, but he doesn't say anything to indicate it is.

All he does is sigh out, "A delicacy."

After he eagerly cleans the mess he made, you decide he's done enough to earn your warm tightness.

He whimpers as you engulf him, his fingers digging into your behind.

"Please..."

"Is Gojo Satoru begging? Who would've thought you'd something so beneath you?"

But you give him the privilege and move.

His head tosses back in a choked moan.

"You're such a pretty little human," you smile, hand cupping his face, "I might have to keep you around, you desperate little thing."

You gasp as his hips jut into you particularly rough.

"I'm the boss, here. I didn't tell you to move, yet," you lean down, teeth gently tugging at his bottom lip.

"So tight..." he shivers as you squeeze him.

"Poor little human, you can't handle it, hm?" you cooed, brushing your lips against his.

Gojo should've flipped you over and rammed into you for thinking he was weak...but he couldn't...because your warmth, your tightness, really did have him weak.

And when you let out a little whimper after it hit the right spot.

He had to bite his lip to stop himself from coming undone already.

"I-I can, don't underestimate me."

"Oh, I'm sure," you kiss his jaw, "You can move now. Impress me."

He flipped you over, he needed to get some of his pride back.

And he stared at you, your face, your heaving breasts, your belly...

"Are you going to move or what-?"

With a groan, he slid into you.

And you simply purred in delight.

His hips snapped quickly in and out of you, the moans passing his lips desperate.

It was just too cute to you.

Having an arrogant egoist reduced to a whimpering, whining mess.

"If you do well enough, I might have to date for this cock of yours. It isn't half bad," you sigh in delight, "You're doing well for a human...Oh, does that arouse you? You like being my little pleasure device?"

He twitched inside you again, you could tell he was close.

"Y-yes..." he groaned.

"I suppose I can reward you, now. Go ahead."

He sped up, on the brink until finally...

"Oh, shit...Fuck! Mmm," he groaned under his breath as his pace stuttered.

You run a hand through his hair, "Have you been sated, human?"

He took a few breaths, "Mm...But you haven't. You've never been."

"I'm quite used to that," you chuckle.

"But I want you to be," he kissed along your collarbone.

"Well, that was quick...Sure you can last for another?"

"I can go as many times as you need me to."

"Challenge accepted, human. Beware..."

[1eoness]

BROOO u were literally probably the first author whose fic i read when i first searched up leon smuts last year 😭 ur works r so good n idk if u'll see this but it's nice to hear abt ur perspective, i feel like fics abt leon these days r so fucked up and scary, it reminds me of when i first read a fic of yours and it was nothing but normal and hot? i just mean it's like, what fanfiction should be, how smuts should be, just p in v and stuff without all that crazy shit, it sucks to see writers these days waste their talent on writing dead dove fics that are so horrendous that it really affected me mentally

helloo!! (im not dead mueheaheah)

WARNING : Mentions of dead dove content and the likes of its themes!

before i talk : [HIIIIII HEHAHEH thank you for your support!! i'm glad you liked my (very subpar) work! now that i look back on it those themes did enter a somewhat gray line at some point because i lacked a lot of experience in writing. i do not condone ever letting your professor have sex with you nor do i promote any kind of hate-motivated sex, or dubcon! it was merely a bold attempt of expressing hormones (if you know 😭) like a lot of people my age commonly do and so i had (and still have to) reedit the tropes in my work a bit, also because i turned 18 now and i wanna readjust my boundaries! i hope you dont mind. regardless, i love that you like those themes. very good! love you!! /p]

anyway, leaning more towards the topic at hand. i don't doubt that your opinion is much different than a large part of the community under this tag. which is a very, very good thing! i'm pretty sure it was ever since @/gilfhub's posts started to quickly rise in the top pages that lead a lot of users to be influenced and begin to tear down a very, very important boundary. i'm very sorry to hear that being exposed to that affected you mentally, that's the entire reason why i absolutely abhor blogs that post and enable that content. you're not alone on that either <3 and i agree! people should ALWAYS write boundaries in mind. i've lurked around the tag a lot and noticed a lot of "popular" writers who also have an alternative blog for dark content (this isn't just a specific account, there are a lot of these.) warnings don't make things better, they don't fend witnesses away, and it doesn't make you any less insensitive. "dead dove content" itself (which is really just incestual/horribly taboo sexual assault fantasies, no need to sanitize it) should always be suppressed and private (or, well, NOT WRITTEN AT ALL). the moment you put it up on any kind of digital page, you are attracting ANY kind of viewer and none of that shit is cute, i'm sorry. projecting your trauma onto a character is one thing but writing them as someone who skips the morality line is just straight up trying to exercise your power through the wrong means. just as much as you have the power to express yourself, you also have the power to make someone very uncomfortable. people don't think about these situations in the long run, that's why. they seem to really like using the "leon is just a character, i promise he won't care" argument which i also think is total bullshit cause this isn't even about leon, it just entirely reflects what your true values really are. they centralize around the need to express yourself at the expense of other people's comfort (because, for the nth time, it's a public space with an unpredictable demographic yet people seem to really like just doing the "bare minimum" on their part). whilst your perception of a traumatic experience may be valid, it doesn't give you any excuse. this is far from the idea of free individualistic expression, it is just as bad as some 4channer posting about wanting similar situations be inflicted onto them with even real, sentient people. because we all know why these themes allow themselves to be exposed to the audience and that's because it tries to appeal to a very specific group of people (which is very disgusting.) they want to be so condescending, too. like "oh grow up, i'm all under ur skin and for what." it's blatant ignorance, you're not very smart!

and finally as ironic as it is, porn is to blame for enabling a lot of similar themes. it's so obvious, too, a lot of fictions like the ones you mentioned that are dead dove always have to mention pornography titles in it. (honestly doesn't have to be dead dove either). sanitization can be done in MANY ways, and a lot of the times I notice it's through the way of romanticizing or aestheticizing it. I'm talking about those who put up mini pinterest-board headers of like three whatevercore images and then putting lyrics at the bottom of it. it's like an attempt at writing a very bad fucking movie not gonna lie. for example, they end up trying to decorate their post with elements that fall under anything curated aesthetic. and guess what? we've all been there but NOT for writing about uncle!character and their kid reader thats just flat out WEIRD. trust me you are NOT anais nin, you do not have to write lyrical prose and try to beautify something that will always be ugly and demented to its very core. you cannot call dead dove content "artistic vents", either. i also think i can understand that some people are victims who have failed to get help thus they try to cope through other means. but i will never applause someone for making the right choices. i think there's no excuse behind writing dead dove content other than to self mutilate your mental health in the long run for a temporary moment of "safe fun", and not even knowing that it is also in/directly harming the public eye.

it's rotten. it's disgusting. dead dove writers should not be welcomed in any fictional writing space. i've been triggered over and over again and it made me put off writing and reading for a very long time. i've experienced something similar before and i have gone crazy over it, and trust me, the things these people write so "generously" for their viewers are NOTHING but toxic waste.

tumblr is NOT your space, but everyone has a space in tumblr, so be conscious of yours.

i also encourage people to not stay silent on the matters if they want to speak up on it but are afraid of getting backlash. i've seen people delete their accounts over it (which, i guess is good on them since then they won't have to confront this kind of space anymore).

[bitchesgetriches]

Hey, wise and oh powerful bitches! I'd love some advice if yall have got the time. I've been applying for a place for a little while now, and gotten through multiple interviews and a proofing assignment and yay! Now they're asking me about references. My problem is that I v recently graduated from college, and was homeschooled in a rural area before college. They're asking for professional references I've known for at least three years and personal references I've known for at least five. I can do like one of each of these technically, but I don't know what to do for the other. Do I just honestly explain, hey, I can give you references I've known for this many years bc of aforementioned homeschooled in rural area? Or do I just ask one of my old professors/internships supervisors and ask them to lie? (Bc idk if I feel great about doing that, y'know?)

You're right to strive for honesty. But it sounds like there is a human behind this hiring process, and that human is likely reasonable and understanding. So list your references, along with a note that says that you're young and your experience is limited, and therefore you don't yet have many professional references.

DEFINITELY ask your internship supervisors, professors, and your academic advisor from college. If you have awesome coworkers from your internships, ask them too! Cast a wide net and do the best you can. Again, they're not likely to cut you from the hiring process because you were homeschooled and didn't have a lot of contact with other folks during that time.

Good luck, pumpkin!

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Right, the story goes that your parents are researching ghost pokemon, and they have been asked to help an island. That has become a post-apocalyptic place, the professor there has finger out to turn ghost back to normal. She would a you mother to come to help her make the machine.

Boy or girl are brother and sister yes it danny and jazz now age I was thinking Damien the boy is 13 and Jessica 15. Now, as we know, Danny has the power to turn into a ghost now, but I can't do that, so I was thinking at first talking to pokemon. But their are a lot of people that can talk to pokemon, and his power is special. So I, through see memories to lead to secret cave, part of the routes where shiny pokemon are and back doors locked houses. So once you beat a pokemon or catch it will ask if you wish to see the memories of the pokemon. As for the sister, she will be given a tool that will lead you to the caves and shiny pokemon routes.

As for the dad, he will be given you a ride back to the lab at bus stop signs that are everywhere. So when mum gave you a call that your pokemon is ready to evolve into a different pokemon. It's up to you if you don't want to.

Right, you start your journey in a private plane to the island where your mother has been invited to help out the professor. With her work to turn the island to live place again. At first, your sister will be asked to go around and chatch pokemon, but she, of course, refuses. Then, after she leaves Damien often instead and that when you pick your starter.

Now, as for the rivals, they will be from here, and they be like they don't need your help. We can sort out our own land. Route 1 now when Damien leaves Jessica will find out and take her starter and try to stop because just like in the show, she be over protect, unlike mum and dad. Right in the first town, you found a shop where you can get potions, poke balls, and a limit edition, a nest ball, then a poke heal nurse. You can find some things in an abandoned house.

Your rivals will try to stop you from entering the gym they two pokemon each they be from route 1 after you done. You go to the gym where police will battle in each nearby cell. Their pokemon Boxlea 12 and Foospin 10, then after defeat six of them, the police captain show up. Her pokemon Shasky 14 booboo 15 and slicechop 13After you defeated her, your sister turned up and told you to go home but refused and told to battle instead her pokemon, the one better than you, and Shuppet v both 14.

After you win, your sister gets angry and walks to the pok centre, then you go to route 2. Which a police officer will ask you to take some youngsters who keep flim in dangerous builds, and they listen to the police. Right base on ghost adventure, it's then the uk version girl sream all the time and a midm which I don't believe in. They will have three pokemon, each of the cameraman Crisarm Ghosts, version 16, firecoo 15, and Sworfright 17. Then the others bobind 16, Moonshad 18 and monpie 19 after you defeated they like to help you by showing what these pokemon can change into.

[mystiika]

jamie is, objectively, a bit of a strange guy. now, its not that his music taste itself is odd, but rather his choice of playlist names. he won't knock other people's preferences but he personally believes that life is too short for boring playlist names. the ones he comes up with are just so incredibly niche but make perfect sense to him. his playlists i've come up with so far ( except 2 & 3 which i saw & stole ) are as follows:

chugging 5hr energies in the campus library is his study/focus playlist

neon green troll living under the golden gate bridge is songs that have big trickster energy, do with this info what you will

is this a wedding or the apocalypse is pretty much entirely optimistic nihilism if that makes any sense. sorta just nothing matters so do what makes you happy

songs that taste good is songs that have really satisfying sounds or lyrics that are just objectively fun to say/sing

ruh roh raggy ( got any scooby snacks ) is his late night driving playlist

arthur's fist is based on the meme & is basically just a rage playlist of songs that are both angry & aggressive

lets commit a felony & tweet about it is for when he's either feeling like the main characte or needs a confidence boost

white noise 10hrs is still just music but its what jamie categorises as having a noisy sound. i'm not sure how else to describe it tbh

call me austin powers the way i be groovin' is songs that have a fun bass line or are a lil funky

my frisbee is got in a tree again is just sort of his generic feel good happy music, the type of thing you want to listen to if you go on a park picnic on a nice day

sometimes violence IS the answer ( untitled goose game ) is his work out or training session playlist all really high energy & intense, very hype

how to channel your inner pomona sprout is his stoner playlist because weed → herb → herbology → professor of herbology

brb gotta level up real quick is just video game songs or soundtracks he enjoys

please don't sue i have a family to feed is copyright-free music he can safely play while streaming

welcome to the chum bucket is just metal music

got that dr suess flow is just rap music

hot sauce classics is for all the old school iconic rap

tongue stained from all the pop rocks is his favourite b-side tracks

call my dentist is bubblegum pop

little berry richard & chuck ( in them we trust ) is exclusively rock & roll

rock paper scissors winner gets an autographed picture of jack black in a bowser onesie is inspired by this tik tok but basically the concept is songs that evoke the feeling of jack black while being from other artists. no particular genre or subgenre either, they are truly all over the place but all have the jack black vibe to them. one of the comments also referred to this as wizard music which, yeah 100%

& his sex playlist is titled yo yo yo & a bottle of cum but was previously called shake n bake

jamie also is v much the type to make people playlists or mixtapes that have equally strange names bc its his brand <3 hits such as: two needles in a haystack or made this you in a fever dream & the songs were actually good. or from when he was feeling Romantic: i'd join a pyramid scheme for you

that is all, ty 4 ur time

[crosshimes-fanwritings]

Imperfect Nothing: Chatroom

Fandoms:  I do not own Zatch Bell, Urusei Yatsura, Chainsaw Man, Hetalia, Professor Layton, and The Duke of Death and His Maid Rating: T Summary: Things were cool in the chatroom until Clive revealed Walter's secret. Verse: Modernverse TW/CW: None Note: I was bored so I wrote a stupid chatroom drabble. Originally posted on AO3

Suzume: So, I'm in. So, I hope your advice works, Mariko. Mariko: Meh. You'll be fine, Suzu. ^w^

Viola is online

Viola: What's up, gals? ^0^ Finally, a chatroom for friends! I can listen to music while chatting with the girls!

Suzume: Hey, Viola!

Mariko: Good to know! Whatcha kind of music ya listening to right now?!

Viola: Pop music, baby!

Suzume: AWESOME!

Mariko: Let's talk about love, girls! Who do ya like, Suzume? I know you used to like Takamine. I'm sure you must fancy a new guy by now!

Suzume: Not telling here, Mari. Sorry. =(

Viola: Oh, come on! I have an idea through, Suzu! Tee hee hee! =D

Suzume: Just don't say it online, Viola! >////<

Denji is online

Power is online

Denji: What's up, ladies? Talking about the dudes? Oooh, Suzu has a crush on someone? 8D

Power: Oh, put a sock in it, Denji! Who cares if she has a crush?! Crushes are lame anyway!

Mariko: HEY D>

Viola: Oh, give it a chance, girl! You might find someone one day!

Power: No, thanks =_= My only love is MEAT!

Denji: Yep. Power loves her damned meat, y'all.

Ataru is online

Mendo is online

Ataru: Why the hell are you here, Mendo?! >__>

Mendo: I could ask the same about you, Moroboshi! Anger

Denji: Take it to the private chatroom, you clowns. We aren't here to watch your crushfest.

Ataru: WHAT?!

Mendo: ARE YOU ASSURING MOROBOSHI AND I GOT CRUSHES ON EACH OTHER?!

Mariko: MAYBE ¬‿¬

Viola: YEP! ▼ω▼

Suzume: I think you two would make a cute couple! ^www^

Ataru: THE F*CK?!

Mendo: OH, HELL NOOOOOOOOO! >_<

Ryouko is online

Mendo: Oh sh*t!

Ryouko: Oh, big brother! Mother wants you to get off your computer! She wants you to go shopping with me~ ^ v ^

Mendo: ………Oh crap.

Ataru: GOOD LUCK, LOSER! HA HA HA HA!

Mendo: SCREW YOU, MOROBOSHI! D> D>

Ataru: Wait, I'm SUPPOSED TO GO SHOPPING WITH MY RYOUKO!

Mendo: Tough shit, @$$hole!

Mendo is offline

Ryouko: I need to talk to you in private, Ataru~

Ataru: Of course, baby! ^wwww^

Ataru and Ryouko switch to a private chatroom

Power: ….Anyway, what are your plans for the weekend? Y'all going to that house party?

Mariko: Hell yeah! I'm going to that party, dressing in my best outfit!

Viola: Me too! Hey, Mariko! How about you and Suzume come over to my place?! We can get ready for the party there!

Mariko: Sure!

Suzume: Wait, what? Just since when did I agree? O___o

Viola: Well, you are coming to the party, whether you like it or not, SUZU!

Suzume: ….I'm not sure….

Mariko: Oh, come on, Suzu! I know your break up with Takamine was pretty-

Suzume: Shhhh! We don't talk about that!

Mariko: Oh,sorry. >__<

Viktor is online

Suzume: Hey, Viktor! We were talking about the house party this weekend! ^wwwww^

Viktor: Oh….I heard. Well, I'm going since Alice is planning to go.

Suzume: That's good! I can't wait to see you there!

Power: Geez. Now, you want to go to the party! Yeah! I get it! You and Viktor are close.

Walter is online

Denji: Oh crap.

Walter; Hey! Why does someone always freak out every time I get online? D>

Power: Because no one doesn't like you, LOSER! ᏊˊꈊˋᏊ"

Viktor: Hey, give Walter more credit, people. He is a hard worker! He scored high on his tests unlike me!

Walter: STFU, TRASH! No one did not ask you!

Suzume: ………..You are such a JERK!

Suzume is offline

Walter: O_______O Wait, did she just?

Denji: Thanks a lot, man!

Viola: What the hell is your damned problem, Walter?! Don't be jealous because Suzume is closer to Viktor than you!

Clive is online

Arthur is online

Arthur: What is this bloody sh*t I just saw?

Clive: Yes, Walter. We all know you have a crush on Suzume, but there's no need for you to be a bloody prick!

Mariko: Wait, what?

Power: HOLY SH*T! *Sneaky grin*

Denji: Ha ha ha ha! How freaking lame, man!

Viola: Tee hee hee! Serves you right, stupid secondborn!

Arthur: Yeah, we definitely know.

Walter: What the f*ck, Clive?!

Clive: Well, someone has to put your arse in your place sometimes, Walter.

Walter: NO ONE DOESN'T NEED TO KNOW ABOUT MY CRUSH ON SUZUME! …..Oh, f*ck it. I'm out.

Walter is offline

Viktor: ………….That was uncalled for, Clive.

Viktor is offline

Mariko: ……Maybe I should get off now.

Mariko is offline

Viola: Yeah. Oh f*ck. My brothers are arguing now. Bye, y'all.

Viola is offline

Power: I need to eat chicken wings anyway!

Power is offline

Denji: ….I got some magazines to look at.

Denji is offline

Clive: …..You know what? I'm sick of this shit.

Clive is offline

Owen is online

Owen: Hey, little brother! What did I miss?! ^__^

Arthur: Drama bullshit.

Arthur is offline

Owen: Oh. Reads the chatroom Damn. Sucks to be Walter right now.

Owen is offline

Later on

In a DM

Mariko: Hey, just to let you know that the chatroom was deleted, Walter. No one can leak it to the school. Just one question.

Walter: Yes?

Mariko: Do you really like my best friend?

Walter: I do like her.

Mariko: Oh. Well, please give her more time, Walter. She's still recovering from a breakup.

Walter: Wait, she was dating someone?

Mariko: Yeah. Well, she likes you too. Keep it between us.

Walter:…..Oh, I see…Thanks, Mariko.

Mariko: No problem! What Clive did was shitty anyway.

Mariko is offline

Walter is offline