#THIS IS WHAT “Failure as a home tutor” DOES TO ME
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rebo-chan · 10 months ago
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4 23 26 for reborn himsself if thats his name THE BABY. for 26 my question is please summarize the most emotional secene for his character and why you chose it but please only reffer to him as "The Baby" throughout. thanks.
YOU'RE NOT EVEN A KHR FAN. GET OUTTA HERE. SIGHH. Okay. Sure, anything for you, tumblr user noxiatoxia.
4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?
.. I'd like to see The Baby in some sort of crime or mystery drama. He's a hitman, so I think he'd be an interesting character who would help solve the murders while also being a criminal himself. An anti-hero if you will.
23. Favorite picture of this character?
This one's hard. The Baby has a lot of good photos. He's exceptionally good at cosplay and so hes always well dressed with a SMILE. I do think The Baby looks great in his adult form, but I know for a fact that's not what you want. That being said, I think YOU'LL like this one.
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The Baby is gathering his Power..
26) So, it has to do with my favorite chapter in the entire series. "Failure as a home tutor" chapter 390 if you even care. So, you see, we find out in previous chapters that The Baby is a sacrifice in order to keep the world balance. That he was lied to and deceived with 6 other babies. You see, The Baby is cursed to have this form we see throughout the series. He is told by the person who put him like this that he can be released from this curse through what is essentially referred to as the Representative War. The one who cursed him is known as 'Checkerface' real name: Unknown. When the option of becoming uncursed comes up, The Baby asks for his student, Sawada Tsunayoshi, to be his representative as The Baby is not actually allowed to fight Bc He's Too Strong. There are other representatives, it's a whole thing. BUT, DUN DUN. A third party, the Vindice, show up to join the representative war. They tell our group that Checkerface is a liar, that he is not going to free The Baby from the curse, rather this whole thing is another one of his schemes in order to collect NEW babies as the current ones, The Baby included, are growing weaker. They reveal themselves to be FORMER BABIES, who checkerface abandoned once he had no longer had use for them, but rather then laying down and dying, their spite kept them alive. For years, they have been waiting for their opportunity to exact revenge on Checkerface for what he did to them. From their years of observation of Checkerface's actions, they say that the only opportunity to attack Checkerface is that moment where he appears to take their pacifiers (You will see pacifier described in the picture above, The Baby's pacifier is yellow, but others have different colors, seven exact.) and give them to the next generation of babies.
So, with all this information given to us, Vindice give The Baby the option to join them. They inform him and Tsuna though, that no matter what he does though, he will die. If he teams up with them, they will destroy the baby system and he will die. But, if he doesn't and they fail to stop Checkerface at this moment, when the curse is removed from The Baby, he will die. The choice was his what he wanted to go down doing. In a moment of bitterness, infront of Vindice and Tsuna, The Baby smiles, "Ever since I became like this, I never expected to die a decent death."
This upsets Tsuna, he attempts to argue that that a solution that results in everyone's death like this can't be the only thing to do about it. Tsuna is promptly attacked by the Vindice, and as a result, The Baby refuses to join their side. The leader of the Vindice, Bermuda, informs him that regardless of whether or not The Baby accepts his invitation, he's going to burn in hell. They are allowed to leave, to which Tsuna attempts to show The Baby that they're still in this fight and they can figure something out. The Baby says that he can't win, neither against Bermuda or Checkerface. Forlorn, The Baby tells him that Tsuna doesn't have to die for their sake. To give him back the proof that he is his representative, and that he won't be mad at him for backing out of this fight.
Tsuna doesn't accept this, and behind The Baby's back, starts to gather everyone to form a plan to resolve this without sacrificing The Baby and the other 6. He runs around tirelessly at night, asking everyone to join his side for the battle, to put aside the fact that they were all on different teams in this representative battle and to help him through this. He tells the other six babies that are involved to join him, and everything genuinely seems to setting in place. All that's left is to convince The Baby and fight the actual battle.
So, in comes chapter 390, failure as a home tutor. The Baby catches Tsuna out and asks him why he's skipping class and if he thinks as his tutor he'll accept that. To which Tsuna gets pissed, because The Baby continues to act casually in face of his death. He starts to shout at him, all of the emotions that he's held in for so long. That The Baby has irreversibly messed up his life, forced him to do all sorts of embarrassing things he wouldn't have done before, and has been the cause of all these battles that had come his way. But.. even then, all of those changes, they weren't all bad. He found himself thinking often that he was glad to have gotten The Baby as his tutor. And yet, when The Baby had done so much for Tsuna. Changed his life for the better, and helped him make all these friends that he could turn to, and have all these fun times that they're fighting to return to. The Baby was the one who taught him to never give up without trying, to never just accept something how it is and to fight for your life and the people in it. Despite that.. "Why did you say that you never expected to die a decent death?! Have you been thinking something like that by my side this whole time? You're a failure as a home tutor! This time, I'll teach you.." And in Tsuna's flurry of emotions, his voice catches in his throat, and he sits upon the stairs of Namimori shrine. The Baby silently takes the seat next to him, time passes, and Tsuna composes himself. "Reborn?.."
"Hm..?"
"I'm not going to let you die."
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xxelliewxx · 4 months ago
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Fire and Frost {Ellie x Reader} Chapter 12
Pairings: loser!(AFAB)Reader x hockey player!Ellie
Synopsis: When y/n is requested to tutor Ellie Williams in organic chemistry, she expects arrogance and attitude from the hockey player. However, she discovers a different aspect of Ellie’s tough exterior, revealed through humor and fleeting glances. This raises the question: why does Ellie go to great lengths to embarrass and harass y/n whenever they are in the presence of others?
Warnings: Mentions of depression, anxiety, sexual/physical assault, alcohol, violence, trauma (if I miss any let me know!)
w/c: 2.8k
an: this is where things start to heat up! let me know what you think?
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"Ellie I can explain."
The brunette barely allowed you a moment to speak, her head shaking in disbelief as a dry laugh escaped her lips. "You know, Y/N, I thought you were different. I thought what we had was gonna be something else. I trusted you with pieces of me I don't show anyone and this... this is how you repay me?"
Tears welled in your eyes as you sensed everything around you collapsing, fragments of your bond with Ellie scattered like shards of a broken mirror. It felt as if you were staring into that mirror, witnessing the destruction of what once was. All you could do was plead, "Ellie, please, just listen to me. I swear I'll explain everything."
Ellie's grip on her hockey stick grew fierce, the carbon fiber straining under her hold. "I already gave you a chance, Y/N, and you blew it. I can't trust you anymore. My damn teammate? Really? And Abby, of all people! It's like you were just out to hurt me as much as you could. Well, congratulations, Y/N. You really fucked me up."
And with that she shoulder checked you, sending you reeling as you struggled to maintain your balance. You stood there, paralyzed, while the spectators of your heated exchange averted their gazes, pretending they hadn't been eavesdropping. The opinions of those bystanders faded into insignificance; they were irrelevant. The only person who truly mattered was Ellie, and now she was gone.
You lingered for just a moment after the hockey player left, giving yourself a brief pause to gather your thoughts before the two-hour drive with Joel. One silver lining was the college's rule that required all players to take the bus home, which meant Ellie couldn't hitch a ride with Joel. This little twist of fate allowed you to indulge in your own sorrow without her around. The mere idea of being trapped in a car with her for two long hours felt unbearable, especially since you had to answer to Joel as to what happened.
Joel sat in silence as you opened the passenger door, offering you a fleeting smile before he shifted out of his parking space. He had a knack for sensing the atmosphere, and right now, you were far from chatty, uncertain if your voice could even rise above the gentle murmur of the radio. Your throat felt parched, as if it were lined with cotton, stifling any words that might try to escape.
As soon as he hit WY-22, the quiet was shattered. He had allowed you a few moments to gather your thoughts, but even he couldn't ignore the heavy silence that hung between you. "So... I take it things didn't go well with Ellie."
You let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of your failure. "No, I really messed up, Joel. Honestly, I don't think I can ever make it right."
Joel gave a slow nod, one hand firmly gripping the steering wheel while the other absently tugged at his beard, fingers twisting the coarse hair. "You don't have to share if you don't want to, but I'm here if you need to talk. We've got another hour and a half ahead of us."
There was an undeniable magnetism about Joel; he had a way of making people feel safe. He was the kind of person who offered the best counsel, even when he didn't fully grasp the struggles you faced. "It's Abby, Joel, she has been trying to drive a wedge between Ellie and I, and she caught me by surprise."
Joel glanced at you from the side, his brow knitting together in confusion over your words. "I've known Abby since she and Ellie were just kids, around ten years old. She's always had Ellie's back from the start. Why on earth would she want to jeopardize your relationship?"
The illuminated billboards flashed by in a whirlwind, delicate snowflakes melting against the windshield as they floated down from the heavens, crafting a serene ambiance. Amidst Joel's soothing voice, the gentle melody of a classic country tune wafting from the radio, and the swirling snow, an unexpected sense of tranquility enveloped you, even in the midst of the chaos.
You nervously toyed with your fingers, anxiety etching lines across your face at the mere thought of losing Joel as well. "Believe me, Joel, I can see the bond they share, and that's what makes this so painful to witness. Watching two people who were once inseparable turn against each other is heartbreaking; I never intended to cause anyone pain."
A heavy wave of despair washed over you as you thought about the chaos you'd caused. Not only had you destroyed Ellie's friendship with her closest companion, but you'd also torn apart the harmony of the hockey team, risking their playoff hopes. It felt as if everything you touched crumbled to ash, every connection you had igniting into flames. Even your own family felt out of reach—your brother, who used to be your rock, had pulled away from you. When would this torment end? Was Dina going to be the next to suffer, after you lose Joel?
Silence stretched on as Joel took in what you said as you worried your bottom lip, reopening the wounds and returning that familiar metallic taste. "What exactly happened? What led to all of this?"
Staring up at the car's ceiling, you took a shaky breath as tears streamed down your face. "Before I started dating Ellie, Abby and I grew really close. She was there for me during the tough times when Ellie wasn't the easiest person to be around. Abby even nudged me toward Ellie, but somewhere along the way, she developed feelings for me. A few weeks back, I ran into her, and she tried to convince me to leave Ellie for her. She stroked my face, and I guess someone snapped a photo of us. Afterwards I got a text threatening me to tell Ellie everything, but I decided not to, I wanted to protect her. But now, whoever took the picture sent it to her and I'm paying the price for my silence."
Frustration bubbled within you, the weight of your unspoken intentions heavy on your heart. Regret twisted your thoughts into a chaotic mess as you pondered the endless possibilities. Joel, ever perceptive, noticed your turmoil. He leaned over the center console, gently grasping your hands to prevent you from tugging at your hair. "Take it easy, don't do that to yourself. Do you still have those messages? Maybe you could share them with Ellie. She's as stubborn as they come, but deep down, she can be reasonable."
"She won't even give me the time of day, Joel." The tone of your voice was one of defeat, as your eyes traced the path of the melted snow flakes cascading down the wind shield. Joel thrummed his thumb on the steering wheel, a sign he was thinking things through.
As a song began to play, Joel smiled at the opening tune, prompting him to turn up the volume. His face lit up as he sang along, while the radio screen displayed the title and artist: Alone and Forsaken by Hank Williams. "You know, Ellie always gives me a hard time for playing this kind of music—she calls it 'old man music.'"
You frowned at the sudden shift in topic, unsure what Hank Williams had to do with the situation. As Joel softly mumbled the lyrics, he glanced at you before continuing. "Deep down, Ellie connects with Hank more than she'd admit. She's been through a lot—loneliness, feeling cut off from the world. Sometimes, you just have to remind her she's not alone... that she doesn't have to push away the people who care."
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After the incident at the hockey rink, Ellie had been deliberately avoiding you, even skipping your tutoring sessions. She stopped responding to your texts, missed movie nights with Jesse and Dina, and wouldn't meet your gaze. Her teammates treated you differently too; with the exception of Dina, even Abby kept her distance.
On the night Joel dropped you off at your apartment, you stayed up waiting for Dina, anxious about the possibility of losing another friend. Thankfully, she wasn't upset with you, which you appreciated since she was one of the few people you had left. You and Dina spent the night discussing ways to reach out to Ellie so she could understand your side of things, empty energy drink cans littering your table top.��
As two weeks went by, you held onto the hope that Ellie would forgive you, but you continued to receive the cold shoulder. Whenever her forest green eyes met yours, they were filled with pain and anger. Each time your gazes connected, you wished she could see the hope in your eyes, the hope that she might finally acknowledge you. She never did.
You chose to show up at one of the parties at the hockey house, with Dina leading you down the street, drawn by the neon lights and the thumping dubstep echoing through the air. The objective was straightforward: locate Ellie, even if it required confining her in a room to express your apologies. You intended to share the texts you received, present your perspective, reconcile with a kiss, and restore harmony to your world.
The hockey player was nearly impossible to find amidst the throng of rowdy, intoxicated college students, their drinks spilling over and soaking the wooden floors, completely oblivious to anyone in their vicinity. Couples were tangled in passionate embraces, blocking the stairs and making navigation a challenge. Red solo cups were strewn across the ground, accompanied by the usual chaos that these parties brought. As you ascended the stairs, Dina offered you a brief nod, a silent acknowledgment that you hoped would lead you to Ellie.
Yet, your quest for Ellie yielded no results. Instead, you stumbled upon Abby engaged in a fierce argument with someone you couldn't quite identify as you peeked into the last bedroom on the right, away from all the party goers. "I mean, seriously, Jake, this isn't what we agreed on. I'm not trying to fuck up her life," she exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice. 
Jake, the other person in the room, was pacing anxiously, his hands tangled in his hair as he darted his gaze around, clearly under the influence. "For Christ's sake, Abby, when are you going to grow a fucking pair? You knew exactly what you were getting into when you came to me."
Abby rolled her eyes, her hands firmly planted on her hips as she tapped her foot in frustration. "I understand you can't stand her, Jake, and honestly, I get it. But I'm done with this whole thing. You've got your cash, so why not just let it go?"
Jake lost his composure entirely, storming toward the strong-willed girl and poking her chest with an accusatory finger. "That bitch nearly landed me in jail, can't you see that? And I thought you were on my side—she's dating your best friend! Remember all the times she took advantage of you? It's time to get your revenge." A wild spark danced in his eyes, and a reckless grin crept across his face, revealing his unstable state.
Abby's muscles rippled beneath her snug t-shirt, her powerful back arching as she forcefully pushed his hand away. "Don't you dare touch me, Jake, or you'll wish you hadn't."
Jake feigned a gasp, acting as if he were intimidated by the fierce girl before him. With a scoff, he retrieved a small bag of white powder, carefully pouring some into his palm before snorting it up. "Get your shit together, Anderson. She’s getting what she deserves." 
A new figure darted into view, a more delicate silhouette, prompting you to pull out your phone and hit record, crouching lower to avoid detection. Your hand trembled, causing the video to blur, but the voices remained clear, especially the newcomer’s. "Seriously, Abby, we need that bitch out of the picture, and we can’t do it without your help."
It was Cat, naturally; her disdain for you rivaled Jake's. "You can't seem to accept that Ellie isn't interested, Cat. Maybe if you stopped throwing yourself at every woman you see, she'd finally notice you."
Cat's confident grin vanished as she stormed over to Abby. "What the hell is wrong with you, Anderson? Do you even care about being Captain anymore? With Y/N out of the way, Ellie will fuck it up and you could take her place. Or is that not what you want anymore?" 
"Fuck you, Cat. I will not help you drug Y/N, so Jake here can have a second round before finishing what he started. Ellie is my best friend, this would fucking ruin her. Not to mention what this would do to Y/N's family." Abby, against all odds, stood by your side, playing with your emotions like a puppet on strings. A wave of nausea washed over you as you processed the chilling reality that they intended to drug you, paving the way for Jake to assault you once more before ending your life.
Cat sneered, her eyes rolling as she spat on Abby's shoe. "You're a pussy, Abby, and that girl has you completely under her control. You don't really care about Ellie; you just want to get with that bitch, Y/N."
Abby clenched Cat's shirt collar tightly, yanking the fabric with fierce determination. "Back the fuck off, Cat, or I swear I’ll fucking end you." Cat's eyes widened in terror as she was hoisted off the ground, her feet flailing in a desperate attempt to find solid ground.
In an instant, the ominous click of a Glock's hammer echoed through the air as Jake aimed the gun at Abby's head. "Put her the fuck down, Abby. I am so not in the fucking mood for your shit." 
A tense silence enveloped the room, with anxious glances exchanged between Abby and Cat as Jake's temper flared once more. He groaned, smacking the pistol against his forehead, muttering 'stupid, stupid, stupid' under his breath.
The wild look returned to his eyes as he redirected the gun at the two girls, a deranged laugh escaping him. "You know what? I’m sick of people trying to control me. I don’t need this shit, and I certainly don’t need either of you sluts. I can handle Y/N on my own."
Your heart raced, torn between the urge to witness the unfolding chaos and the instinct to protect the girls. You had enough proof to show Ellie, and intervening seemed like the only way to prevent a tragedy. Silently, you rose to your feet, hoping to divert Jake's attention away from Abby and Cat. Your phone buzzed to life with a notification, a message from Dina revealing that she had located Ellie.
Dina: Found Ellie, she's out on the porch swing with the hockey team
 A scheme began to take shape in your mind as you flicked through your messages, finally spotting the one containing the threats that felt like echoes from a distant past. With a quick tap on the call button, you cautiously peered through the narrow gap in the door, catching sight of Jake pausing his movements to retrieve his phone from his pocket. Seizing the moment, you dashed down the stairs toward the porch, where Ellie was throwing her head back in laughter at something her teammate had just said.
His voice, dripping with irritation, slithered through the phone. "What the hell do you want, bitch?"
Just before you pushed open the screen door, you shot back, "You want me, don’t you? Meet me downstairs in the furnace room."
He chuckled, the unmistakable sound of his gun's safety clicking echoing through the phone. "You're making this far too simple," he said, his voice muffled as he glanced at the other two in the room. "Let’s go, bitches, it’s time for a hunt." The call abruptly ended as he hung up, just as you flung open the screen door.
Ellie's laughter faded when she caught sight of you racing toward her, a mix of anger and confusion etched on her face. You didn’t give her a moment to voice her questions; you grabbed her hand and pulled her across the yard, her teammates cheering and shouting in the background.
The hockey player dug her heels into the ground, trying to resist your pull, causing you to stumble back toward her. "What the hell, Y/N?"
Panic surged through you, your blood turning to ice at the thought of Jake tracking you down like a predator stalking its prey. "Ellie, you have to trust me. I know it’s a lot to ask right now, but I can’t let them hurt you."
Ellie searched your eyes, recognizing the fear lurking within, her own expression shifting to one of deep concern. "Y/N, what’s going on?"
You shook your head, cutting off any further questions. "Please, Ellie, not here. We need to get to Joel's place; they’ll come looking for me at my apartment." 
 Confusion clouded her features as she asked, "Who is they?"
Frustration bubbled up inside you, and you turned away from Ellie, pulling her along once more. "Jake is after me; he’s determined to finish what he started."
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theboys-inzoi · 1 month ago
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🗓️ Chapter 2: The day before you came Episode 7: Another One bites the dust Previous (Start me up) - Next (Up around the bend)
When Jack was busy watering his plants, he had this uneasy feeling again. Not quite as grave as when the Regulator came to arrest him, but still... Mr Kareem: "Won't you open the door, Boy? We are busy!" Kareems! Jack hurried to let them in. Why were they here? He thought everything got sorted out this morning at Dowon Heights and when Dtui was here? That was just a few hours ago - and Dtui just left. Can't they have a break for once? Leander hurried out of his office and greeted their unexpected visitors. He must have heard Mr Kareem too, he'd surely bellowed loud enough for the whole block to hear... Oh my, and soon they'd have to live with his spoiled offspring ö.Ö' But he shouldn't come to such conclusions about him before they met. He still was also Mrs Kareem's son - and she seemed nice, right? Leander had told him everything from the meeting on their way home. Maybe Mr Kareem was just sour because this place reminds him of his failure, and how fond Mrs Kareem was of their Master? This had been always Hwanung's House, they must have been living here during their time as his 'students'. Mrs Kareem: "We're here to take the measurements and to plan the layout for our son's room. It will be hard for him to adjust, so we do what we can to make it easier for him." Mr Kareem: "You shouldn't spoil him. It will only make it harder for him." And to Leander: "We also ordered furniture. The shipment will be delivered to this place later this day."
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They went upstairs to the empty room where Kareem junior was supposed to stay. Mr Kareem: "You haven't even painted the walls..." Mrs Kareem: "Darling, give them some time, won't you? *A mischievous little smile showed on her beautiful face* And of course you are right. Spoiling does nothing to his chances of succeeding. You'd been the spoiled one in our setup - and the underdog made it." And to Leander: "The underdog - that was me, by the way." Mr Kareem growled: "Because you twisted the Master around your little talon..." And to Leander (who wished himself far, far away): "You see why you can neither start anything intimate with our son - nor the one who's supposed to fail. One reason I agreed to all this is because the Dokkaebi Boy, who's with you, is still untouched. You have proven a man of honour - and self-restraint." Mrs Kareem: "And you both passed our tests. The Boy made sure my purse was safe where I left it - an unusual yet creative approach. It surely wasn't easy for him to resist such a temptation. You tought him well and I'm sure you will also make great tutor for our son. I'm also glad you kept the house so well. It's as if I stepped back in time... *She seemed lost in memories for a few seconds - until Mr Karem cleared his throat* But we won't keep you any longer, I'm sure you still have a lot to prepare while we take the - measurements. You may leave us to our own devices now, Mr Belgraves. " Leander had never been so happy to be dismissed in his whole life and quickly hurried downstairs ö.Ö'
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Mr Kareem: "He's just as enticing as our Master. I fear the worst." Mrs Kareem: "Hm?" Mr Kareem threw his hands up in the air in frustration: "See?" Mrs Kareem: "Of course he has this affect on us. We drank Hwanung's Blood after all - and he's also his heir. But we withstood our Master. Our son is strong too, we prepared him thoroughly and he has the advantage that Hwanung's Blood already runs through his veins - owing to us. And I did my research. The opponent is weak. A bastard. His father's House just passed him around like the outcast he is and they were relieved to finally get rid of him. When Mrs Ngyen approached them, they agreed immediately and made no demands. None of his House want anything to do with him and they don't care about the shame when he fails either."
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Kareems didn't take any measurements. They still remember this room well enough. It had been Mr Kareems room during their time here, and even though Mrs Kareem had been thrilled by their Master, she sneaked in here quite a few times to have her way with her future husband. Mr Belgraves came after the Master too. He has this certain irresistable - aura. Mrs Kareem: "What if we let our son have Mr Belgraves?" Mr Kareem snorted: "What are you saying there. He is our only son. Of course he needs to return - successfully - to lead our House. And Hwanung would never allow his heir to leave his world. Do ... you regret you didn't stay with the Master?" Mrs Kareem didn't bother to answer the last question. Instead she stepped up to him and murmured against his lips: "We are still young. We could make another son." Poor Mr Kareem wasn't prepared for this and just yelped: "Now?" And then she kissed him... It's been a while. They are - almost - immortal and when you get that old, years and even decades just blur by - and passion fades. Until you notice you haven't touched in years. But when she pressed herself against him, here in the realm of the mortals, in the room they'd had their very first time in, she noticed how firm Mr Kareem's thighs still were... Not quite as firm as the Regulator's, but still.
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Mrs Kareem (a little breathless): "Let's finish up here and head back to our hotel. And later, we go and visit a restaurant and feast - and then to an art galery. The mortals know how to make the most of their limited time - at least some of them. Look at these paintings. In our realm art is just a pastime, but here - it's meaningful. They have to decide in what they put their creativity and effort in. This realm truely inspires me. I feel alive again." In his current state, Mr Kareem would have agreed to almost everything Mrs Kareem asked of him. He just wanted to go back to the hotel and have at her. And if he'd be able to make his wife happy afterwards - so be it. . . . That! That's what this accursed realm does to him! The sooner they leave this blasted place, the better! He hates when she does that. He should have been the one who succeeded, not her. Dammit. The he could turn her into an incoherent mess. Luckily, this doesn't happen very often... Their poor son. They really needed to make very sure he succeeds and returns unscathed. Only the Gods could help him if he failed and fell for the Master or the Sucessor... Like him.
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When Kareems came downstairs again to meet Leander in his office, they were in a hurry to leave and just briefly filled Leander in into all of that tutoring - and feeding procedures. Mrs Kareem: "I fear every setup is different anyway, just trust in Hwanung - and your abilities. Hwanung's ways are inscrutable and couldn't be fully revealed even throughout all those centuries. You'd been chosen for exactly this event. And maybe it even had its reasons the Boy let the Fox Groom escape. However he managed to do that." Right, the Tiger Fox Groom... What had he gotten himself into... Leander: "I'm sure Jack didn't do that on purpose, he doesn't even remember." Mr Kareem: "Just make sure you try everything you need to do on the Substitue - to not endanger our son. And stay steadfast!" Leander: "Of course, Mr Kareem."
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They - finally - left and Jack and Leander met in the empty room to start to get everything ready for the arrival of the two Imugi youngsters. The Substitute will already be here by tomorrow. Leander: "I'm not ready for this." Jack: "Hey. I'm here, right by your side, hm? I'll keep them busy and you just go near them if necessary. And to feed them, that is." Leander shook: "Gods - don't remind me..." Jack: "Have faith. It was a bit mean of Dtui to make me your guinea pig, but you succeeded. Who can claim for himself he tamed a Dokkaebi!"
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Leander: "Don't say that. I never attempted to tame you. I never saw you this way." Jack: "But you did something to me for sure. Look how I was in the beginning. Uncontrollable, up to no good, starting fights. But you never yelled at me, not even when I turned our lives upside down by accepting that Doenjang Jjigae and feeding it to you. You'd always been patient and never let me down. I get why they chose you. And I will make it up to you, and help you however I can." Leander: "They'd have gotten us one way or another. It wasn't your fault. And you did a lot for me too. You made me feel at home here." Jack stood up: "Let's already start before we both break down crying, hm?" Leander sighed.
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Since the Substitute would arrive tomorrow and the half day was already over, Leander sent Jack to his room to at least set up a bed for him before they started with Kareem junior's room. Jack was still over the moon to finally meet his soulmate, but after his other two friendships went downhill - he betrayed the fox and, let's just finally face it, Francine's Grandson doesn't exist - he wasn't so sure anymore he'd be a good company for the two dragons, far away from their home. Bound to be rivals - or lovers.
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'Are you ready? Hey! Are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway the bullets rip to the sound of the beat, yeah
How do you think I'm going to get along Without you, when you're gone? You took me for everything that I had And kicked me out on my own
Are you happy, are you satisfied? How long can you stand the heat? Out of the doorway the bullets rip To the sound of the beat, look out
There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man And bring him to the ground You can beat him, you can cheat him, you can treat him bad And leave him when he's down, yeah
But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you I'm standing on my own two feet Out of the doorway the bullets rip Repeating to the sound of the beat, oh yeah
Another one bites the dust, Another one bites the dust And another one gone, and another one gone Another one bites the dust, yeah Hey, I'm gonna get you too Another one bites the dust
Shoot out Ay-yeah Alright'
Another one bites the dust - Queen
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archersgoon · 9 months ago
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what's interesting w/ celie for me is. in lumateran cultural attitudes what really prevails is like, honesty & truth or whatever. & we see various points of view on this obviously, like the mont thing about stealing in book 1 vs the way isaboe understands truth. & with isaboe like. she knows what she's doing but i don't think that she likes it, & this, i think, is generally how actions that oppose these attitudes are perceived by those undertaking them. like perri & trevanion & froi don't like what they're doing, but they see a necessity in it. celie does not have these qualms. there isn't really ever a point we see where she feels bad about the lying & theft that's her bread & butter in belegonia. she does not care + thinks it's fun if we're being honest
personally i think this (as we've seen it) stems from a refusal on her part (for whatever reason) to conceptualise belegonian values/duty/responsibility as something valid. like everyone affected by that should just understand that her duty to lumatere is more important, not only to her but like, inherently. like i do think this is where the 'coward' line in relation to banyon stems from. she's doing this for her queen + she's decided (without ever explicitly mentioning lol) that he's to be her lover or w/ever, so when he (as a result of his responsibilities as castellan of the castle) has her room searched this is seen by her as a failure on his part on a personal and political level
to be clear i think this view from her extends mostly to non-lumaterans. like she'd feel kind of bad doing this at home (although i think there is something to be said for how she understands the situation as lumatere=isaboe, so an opponent of isaboe=enemy of lumatere & she honestly would probably be fine with it morally at that point) in a way that she doesn't here. & this isn't a matter of familiarity because she has spent at least half her life in belegonia at this point & is supposed to be some great friend/tutor to the princesses. but it really reads like she's been holding herself apart while acting as though that's not the case with literally everyone she knows in belegonia (not that i necessarily blame her here, the belegonian court definitely has some spy-spy bullshit going on)
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talldarkandroguesome · 5 months ago
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17th of Sun's Dawn, Morndas
How long has it been since I have had the time to sit in my study and have even a moment to breathe? How long since I could do anything for my own pleasure? For my own leisure?
It appears it has been more than a month since then. What a sad state of affairs to have found myself in.
I might complain at my lack or time to writing, yet the coffers of of coin going to ink, parchment or vellum, sealing wax, candles, and more, hardly belie one who has been away from writing.
None of it, I might add, has been of much interest.
Mother had to travel to Vvardenfell for some Temple congregation about the fate of the Velothi across Morrowind. Apparently they wished to send every expert the Great Houses had in order to reach an accord.
I have been left out of the proceedings, even by way of news of the contentious issues. Yet I am asked nearly each House Council meeting for some word as to how things are going. As if Mother has shared anything with me.
Of course, I do not envy Mother in any way. She is likely the only Councilor who desires an outcome that would in any way be favorable to the Velothi. The Houses forget their ancestors and think of the Velothi as backwards mer, who care more about useless oaths than about progress. I would argue that the Houses are the ones who have sworn oaths to false Gods in order to feel as though they have progressed forwards, while remaining locked in the same petty squabbles century after century, merely because it is tradition. Except for the Telvanni, who prefer to do whatever it takes to become powerful, no matter the cost in lives and blood and tears.
That said, I am rather in an unfortunate position myself! With Mother having to leave, and my being her stand-in, I have had to go through the awful process to complete my service examination. What it has meant is, studying the precedents and proceedings of the last few centuries, along with all the minutiae of the wording of each bit of legislation and its arguments for and against by every side.
I am truly not skilled in such memorization, and so I had to have additional tutors to give me even a fighting attempt at passing the Seated Councilmer's examination. This is something given to prevent those they do not wish to make it into the inner circle, I am well aware. It did not make it easier to stomach the insult, nor the failure of my first two attempts. Usually one can only attempt this examination twice in a year, once at the start of spring and once at the start of autumn. The perks of being an Indoril going for a seat on the Indoril Council I suppose.
My score was hardly anything to be proud of, but I did manage it. Perhaps not in an entirely straightforward or expected way, but I suppose the advantage of my birth gift growing stronger was my ability to use that to my advantage. And so, with a copy of some of the examination's acceptable answers and some favors done for the one reviewing the grades on the exams, I was able to secure my seal and certificate.
Of course, that was only one step along this process. And as soon as I had secured my certificate, I had to go through the rigorous new Councilmer trainings. Neither of these existed when I was on the Council, as an advisor, but still. Apparently the Hlaalu had increased their Council's qualifications, so to prove we were more rigorous in our discernment of ruling body, our House decided to follow suit. Of course, our House does not let one buy their way through the system, but it is fairly comparable, as I am told.
Despite my son being home from his schooling, I have hardly seen him at all. He is busy with his studies and I am run ragged by the Council. They are having me write some sort of basic primer on interactions with the Velothi. Yet every time I submit my manuscript to them, they seize upon every word choice and each suggestion like a nixhound on a wounded guar.
To make matters worse, the Maulborn plague popped up again in Deshaan at various smaller village sites. As I am the one who has dealt with it before and helped provide cure, I am being asked to support in the relief efforts.
I am hardly a healer! Yet, the formula I had provided them before has had decreased efficacy, so I am getting summoned at all hours of the day and night by various village healers and leaders who, having been told that I am the one to consult, regardless of the uncivilized hour, beg me to spare their people.
How can I say no? These are people of our House. There are families with lives at stake!
As it has turned out, and I was only able to figure this out with support from the alchemists at Shad Astula and a few of the Temple's healers, that the formula I gave included using herbs that had been grown locally. Those supplies had quickly been diminished and so our House was importing many of the components. Apparently the plants we were sending are not as potent.
Once we started changing the particular amounts of certain plants, the outcomes also improved.
It was certainly a very stressful month of all of this. And yet, it continues.
Word has reached me from Father's valet that he collapsed again. When I inquired as to his condition, I found out that Father has apparently been neglecting meals and only sleeps when he falls asleep atop his books. The valet was very clear with me that Father has been pouring over the same collection of books for weeks now. He takes them with him everywhere and has been putting off his own appointments.
I am due to visit him today. If nothing else, to try and talk some sense into him. I am sure that once he eats a few good meals, gets a few days of rest, and is able to be away from his obsession, that he will be easier to deal with. For as carefree as he often appears, there are times where he is as stubborn as a mountain and refuse to budge.
The Three give me strength in convincing him to care for himself. His staff clearly are too afraid to tell him no. At least his valet has the gumption to reach out to me. If Mother were not gone so long, she would never have allowed him to devolve into such a state, for appearance's sake, if nothing else.
Maybe I can convince him that he should do this for me, his own child, as a late name day's gift. Since I was too busy to even attend a family dinner for it.
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Why early failure does not mean future failure.
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In 2012, in search of better weather, Roberta and I abandoned our Manhattan residence, buying a house and relocating to Napa.  I call it the second-best decision I ever made (it’s easy to guess what the first one is).
We love our by-the-water home, but if all goes as planned, we soon will decamp to a different residence.  I’m now approaching my mid-70s; it makes sense to simplify.  Simplification means more liquidity, less worry.  It means renting a house, not owning a home.
Simplifying also means winnowing and discarding, ridding ourselves of items we no longer need, use, or want.  Among other tasks, we worked our way through two file cabinets of easy-to-part-with records and reports accumulated over the better part of a lifetime.   
Some things, however, you do not discard.
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One of these you see above:  Bobby’s Compositions book for Ms. Rafael’s second grade class, a priceless bit of personal history.  (Note:  everyone called the growing-up me “Bobby,” a fractured diminutive I found embarrassing; at 24 I jettisoned it for the more preferable “Robert.”)  If you were to turn the page, you would see the book is designated as a “Lesson Boob,” foreshadowing seven-year-old Bobby’s problem with language.
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Here’s a graded test, one of many that demonstrated Bobby’s struggles with English.  The problem grew so acute and worrisome, that summer Bobby’s parents paid for a qualified and capable private tutor, someone who could help.  Regular learning sessions largely supplanted a season almost entirely devoted to outdoor play, focused on teaching Bobby how to spell.
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Did it work?
It took years of effort, a second tutor during high school, punctuated by repeated setbacks large and small, with one graduate-school teacher casting a cold eye on one of my assignment papers, commenting, “I am not wild about your writing style,” but considering where I was compared with where I now am, I’d say yes.  
Improvement required consistent dedication to process, slow, painful, and often disappointing, which yielded progress, raising a question:  why did someone who was verbally challenged emerge as a published author and resident deck swami, adept at all forms of writing for commerce?
The teachers didn’t change how they taught.  The student did.
Driven by fear, motivated to improve, with the help of we-won’t-give-up others, I became better at learning.  Looking back on it, it was about developing the equivalent of muscle memory; the more I learned, the more determined to learn more I became.  Instead of treating my mistakes and missteps as failures, I began to see them as opportunities to get better. 
My first job out of college was working for Ron Hendren, who at the time led George Washington University’s PR office.  One day Ron dispatched me to the  school’s Registrar office to look up the backgrounds of a couple of soon-to-graduate students.  I did so, but then took a detour, locating my own record in the seemingly endless rows of filing cabinets. 
In it I discovered a letter of assessment from my high school, projecting I would be a 2.0 GPA (grade-point average) student – essentially a “D” – with commentary that sentenced me to a life of less-than-mediocre professional performance.
I had just graduated "with distinction" and as a member of the academic honor society Phi Beta Kappa, having the highest grade-point average among students in my major, along with being a Danforth scholarship nominee.  I was at the start of my prove-them-wrong journey.
There is a disclaimer financial service institutions commonly invoke with investors:  "Past performance is not a predictor of future success." By extension, it is not a predictor of future failure either.
The next time you are thwarted by setbacks, stymied in pursuit of a career, or generally struggling to succeed, remember how this phrase applies to me, and how it absolutely should apply to you.
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darkbluekies · 2 years ago
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Family life with the yandere OC's
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A/N: a few of you have asked about having kids with the yanderes or already having kids when meeting them etc, so I figured I'll give my view on how they'd handle a family with you :)
Warnings: drugging, neglect, isolation, guns, threatening of beating up fifth graders,
Silas:
Things will change once you have kids. Oh, they’ll really change. For the better? Of course not. He’ll grow even more protective and possessive over you and your children. I can see him with three daughters of different ages. He’ll move from his two story house to a bigger one out in the countryside so you and your child can grow up far away from the city’s polluting atmosphere. He wants to be able to ‘taint’ his children himself, no one else. After all … if your kids start to talk about your home life at school … maybe someone will try to take them and you away from him.
As a father, Silas will be the ultimate deal. He'll be loving, playful and protective. He will give your daughters whatever they desire. All he wants is to see them happy. They will go to school under fake names to make sure that none of his enemies can find them. You better get ready for hell if someone (even from school) dares to hurt your daughters because Silas will do everything in his power to get rid of the ones that have the nerve.
"Daddy's home! Hi, my beautiful girls, i've missed you so, so much! Have you been good girls while daddy's been gone? Wonderful. Where's Y/N? Upstairs? Thank you. I have to go hug them too."
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Dr Kry:
Once you find out that you'll have twin girls, Dr Kry is quick to turn off the poisoned air purifier. He can't risk that anything happens to you or your kids. He'll move you from the hospital to his house in the woods. He wants his kids to grow up near nature, to care about the earth and its inhabitants. It's a perfect place too, there's no one around.
As a father, Dr Kry is strict and a bit harsh. He wants both his daughters to succeed and not be compared to one another. He will read for the family in front of your fireplace in the evenings and teach your kids things about the world. As much as he'd like to homeschool your twins, he can't do everything at the same time. He'll let them go to a private school that shares his beliefs and tutor them a bit on the side. He will support your kids in any way they need to affirm that they'll succeed in life.
He won't keep them sick, like he does with you … unless they figure out what he's done to you. He's done his best to indoctrinate your twins, but if his smart genes have passed on to them … then he'll have no other choice.
"Sweetpea, don't look at me like that. I have to do that! They know about what happened at the hospital. They know everything. They're smarter than I thought. Of course I love them! That's why I'm doing this! They're safe this way. If I can't create a world for them, then they'll have to stay home. They have each other, Y/N, they're okay. I will do anything to protect my family."
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King Edmund:
He’ll be joyful. Maybe not too much about having a kid … but because that part is over now. He won’t have to worry about not getting an heir. The castle will get more guards now that there’s a baby coming. Every corner will be baby proofed and every staircase will be watched. Every window will be locked and every door blocked off. You’ll have maids surrounding you everytime Edmund’s not close. He won’t risk a. single. damn. thing.
As a father, Edmund’s absent and strict. He expects his son to be a worthy heir and continue his legacy. If he doesn't, he'll be more than disappointed. He'll watch you play with him from afar with a smile on his face. Deep inside he really loves the child, but there's so much more on his shoulders than just raising a kid. He has to teach him so, so much. He can't be a failure.
He'll teach his son to protect you when he's gone. And your son will do everything to impress his father. If you thought that Edmund was suffocating, you haven't seen his offspring.
"Why that look, my dear? Our son wasn't letting you leave the room? He threatened a guard? Oh my … sounds like it's my kid afterall. I'm proud of him. Now I know you'll be in good hands when I'm gone."
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Jerry:
To be honest, Jerry doesn't want kids, but if she had one, it'd be a daughter. She knows she'll mess them up, she won't be a good mother. She's terrified of giving birth and hates toddlers. It'd be better if you already had a daughter / sister before Jerry laid her eyes on you. Wherever the child comes from, Jerry will take care of it her way. She'll teach her to protect herself and to fight. You'll notice that Jerry will be softer with her and do whatever the little girl wants. Bake a cake? Go shopping? Beat up some fifth graders? Jerry will bring her baseball bat.
Jerry will be more of a big sister / aunt, then a mother. She will move with you and the little girl to a new house to give all of you some more space. She will have her men watching the house at all times. You want to leave her, knowing that she's not good for the little girl, but the little girl seems so happy. She really thinks that Jerry is cool. Jerry will never let the two of you leave, she's never been this happy.
"Hi, baby boy/girl, how's it going? You're mad because you can't leave the house? Well, duh, it's for your safety. By the way, I brought our little girl to the shooting range. She needs to learn how to use a gun. What? No, I'm not making her into a mini-me! I'm creating a strong woman, like me. There's a difference. Now come over here with your cute, little body."
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Hedwig:
Hedwig will live a traditional rich home life. Two kids, a boy and a girl, nannies, maids, chefs, everything. The four of you will have moved to another house that her family owns. The kids will go to expensive private schools and get taught by the best of the best. Hedwig will spoil them, just like she was. You'll not get to have a job and will stay home with Hedwig. She wants you to 'go full on out on your hobbies'. The only time you're allowed outside is when Hedwig’s with you. Never alone, especially never alone with the kids. You could run away with them.
As a mother, Hedwig will be present and understanding. She will stay home for the most time and will always be available. She has assistants for a reason. She'll listen to all of your kids' problems and stand up for them, even if they're at fault. Her kids can't do anything wrong. If they act spoiled and ungrateful, however … she will cut off all allowance until they understand how lucky they are. You'll do a lot of trips and go on a lot of vacations. Your kids will have a lot of freedom, but you will be wrapped around Hedwig’s expensive finger.
"Ah, they got in trouble in school again. I have to go get them. Some kid accused our son of throwing a ball in their face. I don't think our little boy could ever do that. No, sweetheart, please stay at home. I will take care of this. You shouldn't lift a finger. I love you, stay here. When i come home we can watch a movie, okay? Perfect!"
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iznsfw · 3 years ago
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Tutor eunbi where she rewards you increasingly everytime you get an answer correct starting from clothed groping and ending up with creampie
(inspired by a jav that uhhh... my friend saw definitely not me)
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[KWON-0927] "P-please be gentle!" Busty School Tutor Whimpers Cutely As You Go Down On Her Curvy Figure After A Rough Revising And Has Her Sensitive Nipples Played With! Never Gonna Fail An Exam Again!
IZ Days of Christmas: Day 1 - Kwon Eunbi
First Part of Dulce Periculum | Next Part
IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Smut
8,131 words
Categories | tutor!Eunbi, uniform sex, rough sex, nipple play, corruption, titjob, mating press, tit play, fingering, creampie, squirting
Start of Iz*Mas! This is my EIGHTEENTH Eunbi fic. Me writing too much Eunbi.
Anyway, enjoy this :)
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There's the stab of overmorrow's claws that sink into your skin as early as ereyesterday. Add the fear that creeps into your heart when you look down into the textbook and realize there is a one-way path with this situation and it does not look safe at all. Everything goes downhill from here. There's the—
Three quick knocks pound onto your wooden door like silver rain on a rooftop. You close the textbook with jerky surprise, but you do not need to look into the eyehole to know who it is. The visitor is obviously her. It's obviously Kwon Eunbi, the smartest girl in your school.
You have requested her to help you revise for your exams, and accordingly, she comes to your home every Sunday since the start of September to do so. How you got so lucky to have such a pretty girl visiting you regularly, you'd like to say you have no idea. But you can only point to your report cards and feedback sections scribbled with dark red negativity. If the scathing words from exhausted teachers written on the back aren't enough to send the message, you will be straightforward: you aren't the brightest student.
You are quite average in other subjects, which is probably one of the two redeemable qualities about you. But English is just a ridiculous setup for failure. You do not like having people know you need help with it either, which makes your situation a bit more difficult than it already is if not for Eunbi being the sweetest girl in the world. (Besides being the prettiest.)
The fear partially washes away, like leftover combed seashells on sand. The phobia of failing has gone by a small surge, but a new one takes its place: one of Eunbi.
It's not that she's an overly strict and brutal tutor; in fact, she's as kind as a girl can get, and too pretty to be frightening anyway. But you are afraid of what you might do that can seem out of place if you want her to like you. If you want her to want you as much as you do her. It's such a stupid schoolgirl crush you have on her, yet you find no escape. Nor can you find a girl that can match the beauty she has, or a distracting enough video game to keep your mind off her.
Your heart aches with anticipation as you open the door. It is no big surprise to see that Eunbi looks beautiful. The pair of round black-rimmed glasses sits on her nose neatly, matching the color of her curled long hair. In addition to that, she is still wearing the school blouse and skirt, making her look like the perfect cute nerd in movies. It's a very usual and everyday outfit, nothing too model-ish or fashionable. But it still dumbs you down to nothing but admiration. How it wraps around her busty form and shows off her thighs oftentimes make you lose the answer to her questions even though it's on the tip of your tongue.
"Hi, oppa!" Eunbi says kindly. She is just a little younger than you, but definitely only by years. In terms of knowledge, she is way out of your league—she's miss Valedictorian, the biggest bookworm, writer of the year, and a good volleyball player. You... well, there's not much to go over.
She gives you a big hug. Emphasis on the "big." Her breasts practically push into your body and almost nudge you out of her embrace. The girl is adorably oblivious to it, only beaming with giddiness at seeing you, and hugs you tighter. Your breath sounds heavier than her giggle.
But wrap your arms around her a little too confidently. Her smooth back and taut stomach feel good under your fingertips. How much more if you were holding—
No. You can't think like that about her! She's your tutor, a completely innocent girl who doesn't deserve to be lewded by your thoughts depsite her insane body. But no matter how many times you remind yourself about it, you keep forgetting. Kind of similar to your relationship with sentences and predicaments.
But it is a different kind of forgetfulness when it's with Eunbi. Unlike the panic that grips you when you forget an essential fact while answering your test, you are blissful to delve in its ignorance. For a limited time, the world allows you to believe that she might like you. That you might have a chance with her. It's a little thing that makes you happier and sadder in the same breath, but you wear a big smile.
"Hi, Eunbi. Thanks for coming by so early!"
It's a statement free of sarcasm. You are glad to have Eunbi come by, especially when you are about to have a breakdown over English. But even with that aside, she's a beauty, and beautiful things are more than allowed in your home.
You lead her to your living room. Several of your textbooks, reviewers and fillers are already out and open on the coffee table. There is science... mathematics... history... they all make your head hurt more than any car ride could.
"Yeah, Miss Bae dismissed us early so I came here five minutes before time," she says with a giggle. But then her face suddenly loses its brightness and surges into fear. "I didn't disturb you, did I? I'm really sorry if I did! You know I could wait till you're settled!"
Oh, that cute downcast look. She is so painfully cute that you want to hug her again, and not just for the feel of her body. "No, not at all!" you say, calming her down. "I needed to work on revising early anyway. Will you help me a little more today? Maybe some extra time, too?" you add hopefully.
"Of course, it's my job! And you pay me very... abundantly." Eunbi gives you a cleverly-timed wink. "So I don't mind at all. Shall we start?"
She hands you the worksheets she has prepared. They're not too lengthy, and have her watermark: a clean red doodle of a bunny and her name in Korean. Nothing out of the ordinary. These letters in the questions aren't in Korean, though. Wait, why are they...
Oh dear God, no. It's English. English, the goddamned language you are forced to learn since everybody in the world knows it and writes it because one day, some stupid people decided to build the tallest tower in the world and made God angry. Or so you were told. But why couldn't you be the exception and go on without knowing the languages?
It's important to note that you are an overall average student. Not good enough to make the honors' list, but not bad enough to be one of the rejects sitting at lunch in the corner either. You barely pass exams, but something is still better than nothing. So, on other subjects, you lend in time to study without putting in much effort. However, this one is your weakness. While you still have hopes to pass in other subjects, the chances slim when you are put in the English spotlight.
You can never wrap your head around it. For example, why do "though," "tough," and "thorough" all have different pronunciations but are spelled nearly the same? Why does the menaing of a word or sometimes a whole sentence change your approach?
It is too broad of a language for you. You'd rather stick to the Hangeul characters you know by heart and say something in your native language. But you know Eunbi won't let that happen.
She sits there with her hands folded, patiently waiting for you to go on answering. But she notices the crease in your forehead and immediately knows what is going on; you have hit a rut, and she has to help you out of it. "Do you want me to go over some flashcards first?"
"I didn't know we were going for English first, but yeah, sure," you say, a little reluctantly. To you, flashcards are just the same as worksheets: difficult and senseless. So you do not understand why she thinks this will help. But hey, you're the student, she is the tutor slash teacher slash cutie. You have to trust her to do her thing well.
"Okay!" says Eunbi cheerfully. She brushes back long strands of curls behind her ear with another hand as she picks up a deck of cards with the other. She remains optimistic and bright-eyed throughout the first minutes of the session, even if you are the opposite. "What is a verb, and what does it do?"
The honey-colored card that invades your line of vision is hard to scrutinize. It is a basic question, really. But not for you, for in that second, every bit of the little knowledge you have about a verb dissolves to nothingness. Verb... verb... what the fuck is a verb?
You are stuck with nothing but a slacked jaw and an empty mouth. Even a third grader can answer this, so why can't you?
You look back at Eunbi with troubled eyes while her brown ones remain cheerful. Never lose your spark, little one. "Uhhh, I think—fuck, can I get a clue?"
"Haaah, oppa-ya!"
The little one has lost her spark. Your ignorance extinguished its heat. Eunbi bumps your shoulder with the force of both mock and real frustration. "There aren't gonna be any clues in the exam, y'know?" she scolds you. "You can't just go up and ask the teacher for a hint!"
You feel a little bad now. Your mind's habitual way of letting important pieces of knowledge slip from its grasp makes Eunbi feel bad, too. Because of it, she begins to doubt her own teaching ability. Is she not patient enough? Did she not choose the questions properly? All those things run in that pretty head of hers now that you have immediately failed to answer.
But it truly isn't her fault. She spends nights printing out your worksheets and reviewing your subjects beforehand, always trying to add a sweet touch to them with a scribble of encouragement on the margins. And you... you are just mind-numbingly forgetful and lazy. None of it is her doing.
But you want to answer the flashcard question with a little bit of help. At least just a tiny bit of help.
"But it's just a tutoring session right now, isn't it?" you reason with her. Look through those brown eyes and attempt to find a hint of patience she can use for you. It is only barely less than the forgiving glimmer that is there on the usual. "Just one hint can do."
You are desperate for it. They are not always helpful, but they do give you time to reflect on what you have studied. On rare occasions, they tap into long-forgotten memories of your other sessions with Eunbi. Sometimes they are about studying, sometimes they're about the little talks you have with her that aren't study-related. There's the right keyword sometimes to put two and two together. Only sometimes, but right now, all you have around that can be of assistance is a hint.
Eunbi is not dumb. She sees through your reasoning and understands why it makes sense. So, being the kind girl she is, she relents. You have the heavens and her parents to credit for making her so forgiving.
"Fine," she says sullenly. She looks adorable; her full lips are pulled downwards in a pout, paired with her spectacles. She looks like the perfect nerdy girlfriend. Oh, if only... "But if you still give no answer or a wrong one after this, we're going to review again. Do we have a deal?"
"I promise we do, Eunbi. With all my heart."
"Good oppa!" says Eunbi cheerfully, back to her normal self. "Here's the hint: it's what you, um, do. In that sense of the word."
Realization hits you, only by a little jab. "Oh! I think that's—um..."
"You just said a verb! Come on, you can do this!"
Then it hits you with unsure slap, as if it were doubtful that it hit the right victim. "The, the action that the subject of the sentence does—?"
"Ding, ding, ding! Yes, you got it!"
Eunbi claps happily, hugging you again. You are blissful, too. Maybe there is a chance of you succeeding after all. Maybe the path isn't so foggy.
"Do I get a prize for getting the correct answer?" you ask with much anticipation. Eunbi always has little treats for you to go by. After a particularly difficult mathematics session, she went with you to the café for a milkshake. Sometimes you would go out for a quick snack. But honestly, you'd take anything, just as long as she stays by your side.
But the Eunbi by your side currently does not look so sure of herself. You can identify well the look on her face because you wear it all the time: an expression of curiosity. You wonder what had gone on behind the scenes for her to look so insecure.
Her index fingers meet and part repeatedly as she gazes at you. Her eyes tell a story you cannot piece apart, but you can get the mood of it: a strange wistfulness left unattended to.
"It's all up to you, actually," she says, quietly, "and I just want to know what it feels like when it's from you. Just that."
"What do you mean, Eunbi?" you ask, with more confusion than ever.
"F-for your prize, you can touch my, um, chest."
"Huh? What happened, is your heart beating weird?"
"No, oppa, I want you to touch my breasts, pleaseee!"
She spurts out the statement with frustration and embarrassment. Eunbi's cheeks have grown bright red, and they only tone up when your hands start to fidget. You may have a hesitant mind of your own, but your hands have known what they wanted to do since the day Eunbi dropped that pencil and accidentally flashed you more than an eyeful. Ever since your eyes took in the beautiful yet limited sight of her breasts, you realized that there is more to Eunbi than a cute girl. And all the time, you thought that she didn't know of her own danger. You ignorantly thought that she is simply too young and innocent to find it out for herself, but she must have seen your provoked expression that day.
"Eunbi...?"
"Look." Eunbi pouts at you and unbuttons the first few buttons of her blouse. The two hills—no, mountains—of flowing cleavage rises into your view. "Does oppa want his prize or not?"
"Of, of course I do."
Tentatively wrap your deft fingers around Eunbi's tit. It feels even better than you imagined. Even with the partial cloth blocking you from its full glorious nakedness, its softness remains. You can feel her nipple harden under your thumb as you continue to squeeze her.
It is a new feeling to Eunbi, having a foreign hand touch where she is second most sensitive. Especially since she has not done any of this sex thing besides touching herself. And even the orgasms that had her whimpering and rocking against her pillow with desperation cannot compare to your fingers groping her.
"Mmm, oppa, that feels good." Her eyes close with all the pleasure you give to the softness of her heavy breasts. "So good... getting touched by you like this."
"Fuck, Eunbi"—your body inches closer to her busty figure, eager to press against its form—"I want to—"
"No, s-stop, we aren't done with reviewing yet!" Her weak voice sounds as if she is trying to convince herself rather than tell you off. With a reluctant look on her pretty face, she positions herself on the sofa normally, trying to proceed. "Don't be so greedy, oppa-ya."
"Seems like you're greedier than me, Eunbi. You were whining like a puppy," you counter her insult. While you understand that she still needs to go on with her job as a tutor, she does not need to pretend that her heart is burning with desire, too. Literally.
Eunbi crosses one thick thigh over the other and shakes her head with clear denial. "No, I'm not! I just... wanted to know what it feels like," she now confesses with a sullen look. "And, and I know you wanted to touch me for the longest time."
Longest time? Does she mean that she figured you out that day, too? Kwon Eunbi is not as oblivious as you originally deduced. She may be sweet and cute, yet she is undeniably intelligent. You might have not said anything verbally about it at the time, but it turns out that she read you like a book.
Eunbi hides her face behind your English textbook like a shy bunny, leaving only her eyes for you to see. "I thought that it would be nice if I let you, because you're really cute, oppa! And it can be motivation, right?"
"Smart girl, Eunbi-ya," you praise her. Her cheeks glow red. She hides her face behind the book even more.
But your cheeks are beet red, too. Did Kwon Eunbi—the Kwon Eunbi, straight-A student and the campus crush—just call you cute? How long has she thought that about you?
The tables have been turned and your back was, too. You were the unmindful one all along.
You are struck by how dumb you are. It's not like it isn't already a usual factor in your life, but you don't miss things like this. You can tell how someone feels right off the bat with just a look. You pride yourself with your certainty of the state of everything. But even when it's already outside of academic fields, she's bested you. Again.
Just how smart is Eunbi? You have never underestimated her intelligence. It is hard to when she is always on top of the honors' list and the first to announce that she's finished with the exams. But now you realize she notices little things, too, just like you.
A silence passes over the living room for a few seconds, but Eunbi proceeds to the next question anyway. The two of you are blushing too hard and are just eager to move on.
"Second question," says Eunbi, shoving a card in your face, "it is defined by Oxford Languages as 'a word or phrase naming an attribute, added to or grammatically related to a noun to modify or describe it.'"
You appreciate the sources from which she gathered the fancy definition, but the elaborate meaning just makes your head hurt. Why stretch a simple definition out to such flowery words? One particular keyword rings a bell, though.
"An adjective," you answer confidently.
"Yes! Give three examples."
"'Pretty,' 'small,' and 'smart.'"
Eunbi blushes then nods approvingly. She knows all those adjectives were about her since you keep giving her pointed glances as you list them. She flips the flashcard to show that you got the right answer.
"You're getting better at this!" she says happily. "Your next prize is you can touch my legs."
Eunbi does not wait for you to accept her prize. She swings both of her legs over your lap, pressing them firmly to your thighs. Just when you thought Eunbi could not get more dangerous, she has showed you up again. The skirt barely hides the roundness of her thick thighs, nor does it hide the shorts that hug them so tightly.
You do not hesitate this time. If Eunbi wants this, then you should give in. Your hand graces the toned muscles on her thighs, formed by her days as a varsity volleyball player, and runs down the rest of her smooth legs. They feel almost as good as her tits, although the only thing that can outdo them is her face. That pretty, pretty face that reacts almost instantly with parted lips and closed eyes. You watch her responses to your caresses with a few pants of your own; seeing her orgasmic reactions is a thing straight out of a JAV porn.
Her center moves against your thigh demandingly. You take that as a signal. Slip your hands underneath her skirt and feel for—
"Hah, no, no, no!" Eunbi's gasps sound like they're wrung out of breathless lungs. "We still have more questions... and the worksheets—mmmm!"
Part of being a good tutor is to have the high ground, but not make it seem like it. But Eunbi is slowly losing the upper hand, all because of your fingers brushing over the center of her underskirt shorts and feeling for the insides of her thighs. She tries to be a good tutor. She tries with all the strength she has in her little body, but they cannot fight against your lingering touch. Nor can they resist the prods of your fingertips at what you think is her clitoris. You might be right; a sharper whine is heard from her.
"Noooo, why does it have to feel so good?" Eunbi whispers. She tugs at your shirt, burying her head in the nook of your shoulder. "Please, oppa, you have to answer some questions still..."
"Oh, fine," you reply with a kiss on her hair. "What's the next question, Eunbi?"
Her free hand shuffles the flashcards. "A word that represents persons, concepts, things, and places. Answer this right and you'll get a bigger prize."
Suddenly, you become the best student there ever was in English. You remember almost everything you and Eunbi have gone over during your sessions. It turns out that all you needed is the promise of Eunbi's body. The promise of the freedom to do everything good to that body that is just begging and pleading to be fucked thoroughly.
"A noun," you answer.
"Correct! You can put them inside me now!"
Swift and ready, your fingers travel through the sides of Eunbi's underwear and shorts and take pleasure in their destination: her hot, tight cunt. When your two fingers enter her, she practically screams. The virginal clamp of her walls is hard to navigate, but they are only a foretold joy for another part of your body. So you truly don't mind spreading your fingers and parting them. They bring another pro: Eunbi's helpless whines.
"Kiss me," she demands. "Kiss Eunbi, please. Kiss her neck."
Your lips arrive at her full tiers, only for a moment for they line down her cheeks, jaw, and neck. Her scent invades and controls your senses. She cries out needily, and she's honestly evil for it. So completely evil for enunciating her sounds with such desire and submissiveness, even if you're sure it's completely unintentional. But you fall victim to her anyway. You bury your face in her hair and kiss her hard, like you've always wanted to.
That's probably as true as the illustrious tits heaving up and down before you.
She's quite inexperienced, and it shows with the quiver of her form with every kiss you place, in addition to her constant whines, as if she weren't oriented originally to the feeling of being penetrated by your diligent fingers. But she wants it. She wants more of you playing with her body, yet she's hesitant, too. Should she abandon her job as a tutor and instead become your fucktoy for the hour? Or should she return to the former Eunbi—the Eunbi who smiles and claps for her oppa because he asked for her help?
"Come on, oppa. I have to, hmph, read another question. Please let me."
The good Eunbi still lives on. You're so impressed by it that your next kiss is one of tenderness rather than lust. "Good girl, Eunbi. Go on."
Her fingers grasp at the flashcards desperately, trying to keep them visible. "It is the topic of a s-sentence, and can usually found at the beginning or end of the sentence," she reads. There's a pleading glint in her eyes, and they send you a message: Answer this correctly, I need you.
You thumb her clit firmly, causing her to buck against it. It's a sign of her upcoming orgasm, and you are surprised that it will arive earlier than expected. But Eunbi hasn't been touched like this other than by herself. She's new to all this, you have to let her off the hook.
Rack your mind for the answer while Eunbi whimpers at your ever-so-constant thrusts. As you consider the possible answers that present themselves in your mind, she whispers pleads for more. Her thighs squeeze around your arm, telling you to keep going, even though your arm aches. You needed the exercise anyway.
"P-parallelism?" you say dumbly.
"No!" Eunbi shakes her head. "Now you have to stop, oppa. You answered incorrect—no, please, please slow down!"
Frustration wrecks your senses and sends your fingers furiously jabbing in the direction of Eunbi's slit. They do more than just jab. They dive into her and wiggle in order for the tiny hole to allow them in. Eunbi sobs as your kisses get harder, not knowing what to do when the orgasm rips through her body. How can she handle all this?!
You're being too rough. You know you are, yet you keep pistoning your digits inside her like it's an addiction of yours that you simply can't let go of. The sounds of her pussy slick with wetness and juices intoxicate you and send your impulsive actions into a flurry. Meanwhile, Eunbi's screams are becoming more and more concerning.
"No, it's not your prize anymore! It's too much, you have to slow down!" All those words yet she moves in accordance with your actions, giving you mixed signals. "I want more, oppa, but I have to be a good tutor!"
"The only good you're going to be is my good little girl," you declare. Teeth capture her earlobe then her neck. "And my good girl is about to cum, isn't she?"
Eunbi blushes at your words. She nods. She can tell from the way the heat is becoming borderline unbearable. It's dangerous, it's hot, and most importantly, it's wrong. She shouldn't have offered her body as your prize in the first place. She should have yielded to the temptation and resisted her lust. But they are all would've-could've-should'ves now. Eunbi is trapped in you.
She isn't sure if she wants to find a way out.
"Then cum for me. Cum for oppa, be good for him."
Her tummy is becoming too tight. She's scared, she's turned on, and she is very very close. "But oppaaa! I can't!" she sobs. "I can't, it's too hot, I can't I can't I can't—!"
She says she cannot, yet the stream of liquid sprays on your hands anyway. Eunbi's legs flail and spread, allowing you to furiously pump her core to climax. She screams the whole time, blinded by pleasure along with the heat. It pushes her nipples to erection and her toes to curl tightly.
You could have cum on the spot just from watching her cum. The climax electrifies her being and makes her shake from it. You never thought you could ever see Eunbi cum. The world is funny like that, bringing out the unexpected and hiding them once it becomes the opposite. You thought that her climax would be accompanied by quiet pleads. Instead, she cums hardly and violently. Her core holds onto your fingers and her clit twitches with need.
The flashcards have long dropped on her skirt. The worksheets are stained and wet from her squirt. It's all greatly unprofessional and low. But to you, she's still a good tutor. Still your good girl.
"You okay, Eunbi?" you ask softly. "Are you alright, sweet girl?"
She's shuddering like she's cold. Anyone would have offered her a jacket. You, however, offer her a kiss.
"I'm okay," Eunbi says, both to calm your fears of having hurt her and herself. Her eyes are closed and her mouth hangs slightly open to let out heavy pants. "Eunbi's okay."
"Glad to hear that," you say with a relieved smile. She smiles back tiredly. "Still up to tutor me after this?"
She nods. Of course she is. She is yours now, after all, although the two of you haven't been able to grasp at saying it out loud yet.
"Any last questions?"
"Yes, of course."
Eunbi lies back into your chest with a sigh of exhaustion. It's the happy kind of tiredness though. It was quite the surreal experience. In just a matter of minutes and only with your finger, she saw stars and still needs to be brought back down to earth.
Her whole body is numb. She needs to feel something. "The answer was noun, by the way."
"I thought so."
"Sure you did. What's a pronoun?"
That, you know. It's easy to remember since they are used so often. "Words used to substitute for names and things so they don't get repetitive. Examples are 'it,' 'she,' 'him,' and so on."
"Correct! Your prize is this!"
Her fingers stretch the garter of her shorts, and let its material fall to the floor. Her underwear follows shortly after. Your dazed eyes follow each slip and descent with longing. Then you realize that you don't have to long and wish for it like you did all those days ago. You can actually have it. She wants you to have it, and that fact alone makes it all the more exciting.
The storm of lust takes her down. She crashes on the sofa of your living room. You splay her legs apart to prepare her for the second taking. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip as she watches you fish out your erection, which already leaks with desire.
Then she looks up at you.
Kwon Eunbi looks up at you with bewildered eyes, with her legs spread apart and the skirt unable to do even the slightest bit of covering up. Her tits look even bigger from this angle, because they're squished up behind her black bra and by the blouse.
But most importantly, there's her pretty pussy to admire.
And to savage.
All she tells you before it happens is one, simple request:
"P-please be gentle."
You, however, do not reply. You can't make promises you can't keep.
After that, only obscene sounds come spilling out of the valedictorian's mouth. And it's all because of your dick rushing into her hugging walls, forcing them apart. Eunbi cries out, grabbing for anything to keep her sane, yet her fingers only discover the pillows of your sofa. They aren't strong enough to be immune to the dig of her fingernails in them, nor are they soft enough for there to be any comfort for her panicked hands. So she uses her thighs as substitute. She holds her legs and pulls them whenever the pain returns again, somehow unknowingly putting herself in a mating press position.
Her narrow textured walls embrace your cock with unyielding tightness. You were so unprepared for it that you have to calm yourself down before thrusting again. But how can you calm down at all with Eunbi's face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain, and her legs up in the air like that? Not to mention her round tits peeking through the unbuttoned fabric of her blouse?
"S-so big! Oh!" Eunbi flinches as you fire a harder thrust. Your cockhead pokes places even her long, pretty fingers can't reach. She feels so worked up, so utterly vulnerable that her eyes begin to water with tears behind her spectacles. "Please be gentle with me, oppa, you're too big!" she pleads once more. But it isn't the only beg she's going to ask of you this afternoon.
Consider being gentle. Consider engaging in loving, soft vanilla sex with her. But your cock says otherwise. It wants to dive into her with every bit of mercilessness you have, and corrupt this pretty little tutor more. And you are not one to withhold anything from what your cock desires.
But you settle for slow but hard drills first. Eunbi hums, full lips pursed as she tries to take the width and girth of your dick. Her senses still run high because she has just experienced an orgasm from you fingering her, so it's difficult to go through it all without sobbing a little. She's never felt this turned on before, and she is becoming a bit overwhelmed.
"Show me your tits, Eunbi," you ask of her. It's more of a demand, really. Their bounces are limited by the containment of them by her bra, and if you were to give in completely to your desires, you'd rip it straight off. But you want to see her take it off by herself. You've wanted to for as long as you can remember.
Slow down to let her take it off. It's a white lace bra, obviously a little too old and small for her since its clasps let go easily. Her heavy breasts spill from the soft cups and into your line of view.
If you were to use adjectives for Eunbi's bosom, you'd use three: round, soft, and pretty. Their areolas and nipples are pink, erect because of the arousal and the air. They begin to bounce repeatedly now that they are free from their fabric prison. You couldn't be more intrigued with their rising and falling movements. They are far more interesting than the rising and falling action of any stupid classic your English teacher requires you to read.
They drive you to strengthen the force of your pounds. Eunbi wails again. "Oppa!" she says. "Oppa, just let me ask you another question!"
"Ask it while I'm fucking you," you reply.
Her voice strains and cracks as she tries to speak. "What is a... p-predicament, and—oh, god!"
This is the only test Eunbi will ever fail. She cries because of the rough assault your cock offers to her virgin pussy, yet her walls still embrace it demandingly. They never cease with their squeeze, so she can do nothing but want to be subjected to your using even more. She wants you. She wants you to make her cum.
But being a tutor comes first.
"Oppa, please make me ask a question!"
The heave of your hips take a while before they get the message. You force yourself to a stop. God damn it, you were already so close. Screw school for cockblocking you.
Eunbi is both relieved and disappointed that you stopped. The tears that watered in her eyes have slid down her pale cheeks while the juices from her well-fucked pussy drip down the sofa like a waterfall. You've taken her so roughly that there are red marks of your hands on her legs. You feel a little sorry that you've treated such a sweet girl so harshly; she looks so spent. And to think that this is only her first time!
"I—I need to catch my breath," she says. Her eyes close while her mouth performs the opposite. It inhales sharp draws of breath that make her breasts heave and fall. You feel the slightest tinge of guilt that despite the rough session and the break the two of you are taking, you are still utterly turned on.
Lucky for you, there's only better things to look forward to in the hour.
"You were so big inside me, oppa," she moans. "I thought that I couldn't handle it... but I liked it so much."
Recall your earlier line and state it: "I thought so."
"I still have another question or two," she says.
"Hit me."
"Give three kinds of adverbs."
"Adverbs of time.... uh, place? And manner?"
"Correct. You've earned a tit...." Eunbi struggles to say it without getting flustered. "I'll just show you."
One gentle push from Eunbi and you're the one on the sofa now. Buttons are released and undone, and her two breasts wrap your length with its loving softness. It takes time for you to realize what is going on. So it hits you a little later to realize that Kwon Eunbi, your pretty little tutor, is giving you a titjob.
Where did she learn all of this? That she answers right after the thought touches on your mind.
"Does it feel good?" she asks nervously. "I tried to watch some, um, videos of it, but it always seemed so hard."
She moves her breasts up and down, trapping them in the jail that is the soft flesh squeezing your appendage and stimulating your senses. Her tits love the sensation, too, especially when Eunbu's fingers tap on her all-too-sensitive nipples. Whenever that happens, she closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, in a feeble attempt to calm her thoughts.
"You're doing great, Eunbi," you groan out. More than great, in fact. Her bosom does most of the work, but her expressions contribute to your wants and needs as well. Those watery puppy eyes and the stretched frown of her lips make you want to fuck her mouth. See how much she can take and how much she can cry.
Next time.
Claustrophobia never overtakes your cock. They enjoy the pillowy closeness of the tiniest spaces of Eunbi's boobs. Eunbi looks on with utter fascination. She has never done this before, and never even thought that this was a thing. So she's a little surprised at how easy it is, and how good it feels for you. The breathy groans you make as you slide in and out of her voluptuous chest make her core wet with need.
You get off more easily and earlier than you expected. Just a few more upwards thrusts and you've ejaculated all over her. Eunbi gasps surprisedly at the sticky white substance that sprayed so suddenly. There's spurts on her collarbone, chin, and bosom. She looks so satisfyingly dirty that your guilt for arriving earlier almost completely washes away.
Her eyes connect to your tired gaze. Then, she fingers the wet semen and circles them on her nipples. She bites her lip, whimpering a little, but starts to tweak her nipples to deliver shudders of pleasure throughout her body. A drop of cum is swallowed from her finger.
"Eunbi-ya..." You're more than take aback. In a good way. "When did you get so dirty?"
"I had Sakuchan teach me." Her eyes close as she remembers what Sakura did to her. "She was a good tutor."
Sakura? Does she mean Miyawaki Sakura, the girl who wins a lot of the pageants at school? Oh. Well, the two of them do seem particularly close...
"Oppa."
You dash a look towards Eunbi inquisitively. "Yeah?" you ask. You can't believe her glasses have managed to stay on despite the rough fucking.
"I have one last question for you."
"And what might that be?"
Eunbi places her arms on your lap and rests her chin on one of them, tilting her head to the side. "Do you promise to treat me like your good girl?"
She's a seductive force to be reckoned with, one that was more of what she was born with rather than was taught. She climbs onto your lap like she has always known she's fit for it, and cages your sides with her beautiful legs. Her skirt lies on her thighs, a curtain disguising what is yet to come, while her hands drape themselves over your shoulders. They squeeze your tense muscles, yet your form never relaxes. Your body is too caught up with the lack of oxygen.
There she goes again with that pout. Downward tugs at the end of her plump lips, eyes glossy with the ghost of an innocence long gone. The specs allow her to see your hesitant face, so she spices the deal up.
"Do you promise," Eunbi says, "to make this memorable for me? Make it a good first time?"
Jesus, what was Sakura teaching her?
"Of course, Eunbi," is your answer. And apparently, the correct one. The only answer she'd take.
"Correct. For that, you can fill me up."
She has made plenty of requests over the time of the session: requests for you to go easy, to answer her questions correctly... too many to count. The word is starting to sound made up. But your head is only filled with thoughts of fucking her senseless.
Oh, you'll make it memorable for her, alright.
The tension breaks. You go wild, now that this second session won't be interrupted by academic questions. Those stupid questions that shouldn't dictate your worth, nor your future. Your job isn't going to ask you what time fucking Shakespeare was born. So why should you have to spend eternal hours studying for a test paper you're going to fail anyway? Why should you?
But surely there is no reason why you shouldn't fuck Eunbi. There is no reason why you shouldn't insert yourself inside the hole between those slick folds, see the pleasure run through her gorgeous face, and watch those exposed tits bounce. There is no reason for you not to grab her body and trap her against the sofa and take her pussy from between her widespread legs.
So you do it.
Switch positions. Grab Eunbi's shapely hips and turn around swiftly, pinning her down to the sofa. Swiftly enter her quivering form. She's still so hot and tight, you think, with a groan that mixes with Eunbi's moans.
Your brisk actions make her tense around you. She isn't sure if she is going to be able to take it again. Your erection still remains as large as ever. It penetrates her inexperienced body so well that she doesn't think she'll want any other dick to take her this way, even if she's only received one all this time: yours.
Her moans return. From there, you cannot hold back. You pound into Eunbi with gusto. She yelps everytime, squirming to make herself comfortable in this position and to bring herself closer to your cock. Not that it's leaving anytime soon; only a few inches exit with your in-and-out thrusts, driving your leaking mushroom head repeatedly to her cervix. Her cries are as constant as your drills.
You fight against the narrowness of her walls. You thrust in her with the intention to fuck her so good that you make them memorize the shape and length of your dick. Eunbi's tightness isn't a problem, though; it's easier to rub the texture of her walls this way. Easier to make her scream.
Her cum-covered tits now bounce freely. They've been released from the confinement of her bra and buttons earlier, so you are offered the pretty viee of them jiggling as you knock Eunbi up. Semen covers their nipples. It drips down to her toned stomach. You've been put in such a sex-crazed trance by them that it almost steals your attention away from her pleasured face.
Lopsided glasses remain before Eunbi's wide, fluttering eyes. You are using her thighs to pull yourself to her, and to spread them to allow more heavenly access. Her skirt has flown up to her taut tummy. She is such a mess for your cock in every way, yet you still find yourself wildly attracted to her. She's perfect, from her moans to her squirms, her whines and her cries.
"D-don't stop!" Eunbi tells you. There's no "please" attached to the starts or ends of her requests anymore. Her politeness has melted away. Its loss has allowed her to show that her screamed statement isn't a request. No, she's demanding that your thrusts don't falter nor pause. She's demanding for every might you have in your body to be delivered to her in the form of your pumping. "Make me cum, oppa! Make me... hngmph!"
You rub her wet pearl with your thumb, meriting a delightful pursed moan from her. You start to give it harsh and forced flicks. Eunbi responds with several gasped groans that sound higher than before. They're followed by raspier moans, which you didn't expect to love hearing from her. Her screams are better, though, you'd say.
Her celestial form writhes and shifts in its position on your sofa. Eunbi cries out everytime you swipe at her clit again, or throw a spank at her ass, which you only discover now is as equally deserving of appreciation as her tits or face. Every inch of her is perfect. Every inch of her deserves to be loved.
That is precisely why your hands touch everything. You lean over to take one of those pretty nipples in between your fingers and give it a firm squeeze. She sighs delightfully. After kissing her lips and taking in their strawberry bubblegum-like taste, you decide that it is time.
Grab her legs firmly, push them together, then shove them up in the air. Your stomach slaps the curves of her thighs while your dick joins her cervix once more. Eunbi's skirt has no purpose now. At least, not any purpose that is enough to hide her naked obscenity. But you care more for the yells that wickedly corrupt your heart that come from Eunbi's gorgeous set of lips—
For the panicked shake of her legs as your pounds obtain maximum strength—
For the severe cry she makes while her hands yearn and play with her breasts beautifully covered with your semen—
For the look of uncaged wildness in Eunbi's eyes; the one you recognize as the result of a freshly-broken innocence—
—are too much.
"Cum, cum— cumming!" she shrieks. Her whole body spasms and quakes, and you begin to have difficulties keeping her legs, which have been used even in the timespan of half an hour or so to spread for you, in the mating press position. "Oppa, slow down, slow down, can't keep—Ican'tkeepcumm—haaaaah!"
Paint the insides of the little slit with white while Eunbi renders the sofa fabric torn. Tears run down her cheeks. Her fingers, betwixt the red sofa blanket, have gone numb. Breathing becomes a chore; you're still going and going, draining yourself inside her to make the most out of it all.
Then, finally, slide yourself out. Eunbi's pussy has successfully been ejaculated on, just like her breasts and chest. You pray that the next time you find yourself inside her heavenly cunt, one of her name is already "mine."
Nervously, tentatively, lay Eunbi's legs down. Smooth her skirt back down on the pillows that are her thighs. The slightest whine escapes her mouth derived from the soreness. It's her first time, after all—it isn't going to be fine after just a few seconds.
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"So, uh...." Strangely, you're the one asking the questions. now. Trading places with her, putting yourself in her shoes. Gaze at the exhausted Eunbi on the sofa and the anxiety returns to you. "You want anything? Frozen peas, a blanket, anything?"
"Thank you, but don't try to fool me," says Eunbi, smiling tiredly at what she thinks is your not-so-subtle way of trying to outrun responsibility. Unfortunately for you, responsibility can run nine marathons with the speed of twenty-seven horses.
She tries to spread her legs, but flinches when the pain hits. "You still have a test on T-Tuesday, remember?"
Of course. But you smile anyway. "I'm guessing you don't want another go then?"
A hopeful look passes over her eyes. "Do you still like me?"
Heart thumping against your throat, nod. "Yeah. A lot."
Eunbi nods understandingly. She asks another question that you are surprisingly ready for. "Are you still going to keep me stretched and filled up?"
"Of course. I'm still your oppa, aren't I?"
"And I suppose," Eunbi says quietly, as she looks down a little sullenly, "I'm still your tutor."
Understanding passes between the two of you, without words nor signs. You two dodge glances and avoid dialogue, and you're once again a little scared. You may have fucked Eunbi senselessly and impulsively, but you still have a massive crush on her. Has the sex ruined any chances of a relationship with her?
There's the stab of tomorrow's claws that sink into your skin as early as today. Add the fear that creeps into your heart when you look sideways at Eunbi and realize there is a two-way path with this situation and it does not look easy at all. Everything can go up or downhill from here. There's the phobia making your hands tingle, the shortness of your breath, the sweat on your face.
But there's also Eunbi's head on your shoulder, and her hands sliding into the comfort of yours. And although you still fear the depth the pierce of the future's claws can probe, the monster to whom they belong to doesn't seem so scary at all.
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redrage71890 · 2 years ago
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I have some AU ideas for you!
Period au: Twisted wonderland only has European culture, while Yuu lives in Asian culture so when they go to Twisted Wonderland. Yuu would be so confused about the culture in Twisted Wonderland and so are the boys with Asian culture
Singing au: Basically, everyone in Twisted Wonderland always sings and so does Yuu
Thank you so much for requesting!
Yuu may be more focused on the Chinese side of culture as I am Chinese and its just easier for me d=====( ̄▽ ̄*)b
I'll see if I can do the singing AU another time
But small WARNING for a little bit of Asian Stereotypes being portrayed, specifically jokes from Youtubers of Steven He, mrnigelng, TwoSetViolin, Jeenie Weenie, Nathan Don and probably more creators, I find them really funny as an Asian person
{Edit: I think I accidentally made this too dramatic for an Asian person, but this is like a mixture of stereotypes and experience I've seen and done before.}
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𝘼𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙔𝙪𝙪 𝙑𝙨 𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙒𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙
Asian! Yuu comes from a strict family that only wants the best from them, which leads them to be strict on careers and work in both school and home.
On a day of normality with studying, cooking, piano practise, violin practise, martial arts practise and etc.
They get sucked into a mirror and ends up in a coffin, slamming the door open and scaring Grim.
Shenanigans ensue and lead back to the Mirror Chamber.
When the Dark Mirror says that Yuu has no magic and is not assigned to any dorm:
'I haven't even been here for an hour and I'm already hearing the yelling of my parents for being a failure at something I never asked for or knew....(┬┬﹏┬┬)'
As soon as they were given the Ramshackle Dorm, they were tired and pissed at its condition. Like why would you not bother to care of a building that's on your campus/property?!
"What?! I'm not helping clean!"
*Summons a pair of slippers out of nowhere with a deadly glare*
Grim immediately starts using a broom to sweep the floor with a terrified look in his eyes.
"Yeah that's what I thought..."
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When they became a student, they're quite different from what Ace, Deuce and Grim to expect.
For starters, they're quite different to how they act around everyone. Putting their head down and head in the books. In a short span of time, they managed to become top of the class with high marks despite being from another world.
This goes without saying that many students go to them for advice and tutoring sessions about the work. They're even getting paid to do so!
Ace and Deuce don't hesitate to ask for help, which Yuu does since they're friends.
Yuu even going as far as asking Trey, Cater and Riddle what's in their curriculums so they could study more. They're clearly taken aback from that but still tell non-the less.
And now people of all years are asking Yuu for help and tutoring.
"Yuu, y-you know you can take a break from all of this right?"
"Ahhh Deuce, yeah I know. Its just force of habit."
"Wait, force of habit?"
"Yeah! I always studied the higher levels in my school, it was a way for me to stay prepared and more understanding of the curriculum."
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*Tears flowing from Yuu's eyes* "AAAAAHAHA RIDDLE!!! I'VE BEEN THROUGH EXACALY WHAT YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH!!!"
Yuu cries hugging Riddle tightly, the other boys give such concerned looks towards Yuu. Even Riddle was taken aback from this outburst of tears from Yuu, but he returned the hug as a way for Yuu to calm down.
"So are your parents like Riddle's?" Ace asks.
"Oh yeah. They came from a foreign country and wanted the best financially for myself in the future, so they got me to do a bunch of hobbies and aim for career paths with high pay. My dad constantly said that he had to swim a river every morning to go to school and that I should be thankful of what I have, but I think he's exaggerating. Though, this goes without saying that they have high expectations for me to the point that anything below an A is an automatic 'I'm on the streets' kind of response."
This goes without saying that Yuu is overworking themselves at hobbies they were forced to do from the Heartslabyul boys perspectives.
In reality they don't wanna be a disappointment to their family. Also cause they don't wanna be thrown on the streets and working at a fast-food chain for the rest of their lives.
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When the Dorm was fully fixed, with the combination of Yuu tutoring students, assisting at Monstro Lounge and doing jobs around the school for money, fixing and cleaning the dorm themselves and Crowley giving money (with the help from the teachers forcing him to help)
Yuu now has become set on keeping some house rules to prevent any dirtiness from all the hard work they've done.
The first years had a sleepover at Ramshackle one night, Yuu did inform them that they imputed some house rules. To which Ace and Epel grown at.
"Welcome guys! Please come in."
The boys greet Yuu as they enter the dorm.
HOWEVER
THEY
HAD
SHOES
ON
INSIDE
"You really fixed up this place Yuu! How did you-"
*Yuu wielding a wooden spatula in their hands with murderous intent*
"TAKE. OFF. YOUR. SHOES!! I JUST CLEANED THE BLOODY FLOOR!!"
Yeah. Ace, Deuce and Epel looked absolutely terrified at Yuu. Even Sebek and Jack looked scared at Yuu.
Yuu did apologise for their outburst and explained that they really hated shoes on inside unless it’s slippers. Taught by their parents.
"My parents raised me..... You can't blame me for acting like this... ╯︿╰"
"And it doesn't help that I agree with what they say because its so damn reasonable to consider and actually helps me... I try not to be like my parents but I may as well be!"
Yuu proceeding to go on a side tangent about themselves and their parents and just straight up sobs on the floor at their own pathetic self.
The boys just awkwardly hold them as they sob at themselves.
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Spy x Family
Story by Tatsuya Endo
Manga Volume 5
Shonen, School Setting, Action, Adventure, Found Family, Comedy
Story   ★★★★☆   ||   ★★★☆☆   Art
Summary
Anya Forger has been trying her best to befriend Damian Desmond, the son of the powerful Ostanian political leader Donovan Desmond, but her attempts have been constantly rebuffed. Despite the setbacks, Anya is determined to gain access to the Desmonds’ inner circle and even devises a new plan—acing her midterm exams to earn stella stars! Can the academically challenged Anya pull off this feat for the sake of world peace?
Review
Yor is trying to learn to cook from Camilla and it isn’t going well, until Camilla gets the idea to make something Yor’s parents might have made, and is able to help Yor cook her mom’s stew... and it actually tastes good!
Anya continues to try and make Plan B work, this time by trying to help Damian with an art project, but Anya being Anya - she just causes more trouble. Damian calls home and talk to Jeeves, the butler, and we learn more about how distant his relationship with his father is and why he is so motivated to do well.
Anya is struggling in school, her test scores are terrible. We learn that Anya has a weakness, her powers do not work when the moon is new (barely there). Yuri comes over to tutor Anya, and after a few antics he gets frustrated by Anya’s lack of progress. Anya does try, the mid-term exams are coming up and a failing grade equals a tonitrus bolt.
The spy Daylight makes his first appearence to mess with the Desmond test scores, Twilght also there to check on Anya’s results has to deal with his crazy antics and fix all of his mistakes.
Damian does well enough on an exam to earn his first Stella.  Anya manages to (barely) not fail any of her tests, a huge win in her book! (213 / 228) Is below 30 a failing grade? When I was in school, below 70 was a failing grade, so a 30 looks like failure to me, what are their standards? I mean shouldn’t it at least be over 50, at least your got half of the material! I don’t understand the grading rules here. lol
Glooman Pharmaceuticals is in financial trouble, and young George, a classmate of Anya and Damian, blames the Desmond group and wants to hurt Damian to get even. When the other kids learn about George’s misfortune, they try and help his last day be a good one. Ends up he got it all wrong.
Anya’s is given a project to learn about one of her parent’s jobs and write a report on it. Anya considers Yor, but Yor’s thoughts leave Anya to ask Loid instead, so she spends the day at Berlint General Hospital.
Fiona Frost (Nightfall) is introduced in this volume, she is a spy operative that works with Twilight, but was away on a mission so wasn’t available to play the role of ‘wife’ in the STRIX assignment. Fiona doesn’t like that Yor is part of the mission and wants to drive her away and take her place... but not for the good of the mission, but because she is in love with Twilight. Fiona’s appearence does indeed shake Yor’s confidence about their ‘fake’ relationship.
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rebo-chan · 1 year ago
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Hello!!
You are absolutely not bothering me with the reblog, not at all!! But you are absolutely right, I totally agree!! The original post and this subsequent ask were a super feel good post so we were definitely looking at more of the sweeter actions to read here more than anything. But, there are also numerous actions that sort of imply a negative or at best morally grey interpretation of a character. To clarify, I should say that I'm not someone who sort of blindly dislikes Iemitsu. I totally understand that a lot of the bad baggage put on him is done by Tsuna and Tsuna alone, while he does do things that are generally considered good. (As you mentioned, finding Tsuna's mist guardian) I do actually think that Iemitsu DOES try to bond with Tsuna. In the anime, there's a scene at the start of Varia arc where Iemitsu asks Tsuna if he'd like to go catch their food together and Tsuna rejects. A lot of the hostility here is coming from Tsuna.
My point of the original post was that the bonds in KHR never really needed to outright say that characters were close but rather showed us it through its actions.
That being said, KHR is also good with actions that need more of a deeper look into them as you brought up or that may have that negative/morally grey connotation that I mentioned. For example, Tsuna killing Byakuran and not regretting it, Xanxus laughing when Squalo "died" during Varia arc, the first half of Enma's character arc, etc etc. These characters are not perfect even to each other all the time. Iemitsu included.
To explain what I said that you're responded, as I was talking about bonds originally rather than individual characters, Tsuna himself does not view Iemitsu as a great dad or a particularly present one when he needs him. He left, having Nana convince him that he was dead, and only seems to show up when it's convenient for him in TSUNA's eyes. Obviously, the audience gets a bit bigger of a picture in order to make more nuanced opinions of Iemitsu. But those two's bond while not necessarily nonexistent is a very fragile one that causes Tsuna a lot of issues. Specifically in Rainbow arc, where Reborn has to, as you mentioned, have Tsuna recheck his arrogance. Which is a whole other can of worms. I do think its safe to say that their bond is really messed up due to mistakes on both characters parts.
As for how the kind of Tsuna we see becomes someone like TYL Tsuna? An open question for sure. But from what we do see from Tsuna's actions, there can be some interpretations made. We see that Tsuna while being slow to anger does not HANDLE his anger well. Varia arc, seeing Timoteo in Gola Mosca and turning to Xanxus and saying he won't let him succeed the ninth. Future arc, obviously he kills Byakuran. Shimon arc, he agrees to the inheritance ceremony for the sake of avenging Yamamoto nothing else and then proceeds to snap at Enma saying that he's angry too and that Enma has made his friends suffer. Rainbow arc, the situation with Iemitsu, telling Byakuran that he didn't understand him even up to the end, snapping at Reborn telling him that if he wants the boss watch he's better try and take it from him and also calling Reborn a failure as a home tutor. We know TYL Tsuna was backed up against a wall in Future. We know he tried peaceful methods like getting rid of the Vongola rings. We also know that Millefiore targeted Yamamoto's Dad and ALL of the Arcobalenos. Which means that TYL Reborn was killed too. Based on how hard rainbow Tsuna fought for his Reborn and based on the fact that Tsuna does something as stupid as agreeing to the inheritance ceremony to avenge Yamamoto? Who's to say that in his wrath for losing his trusted mentor, he wouldn't come up with the plan he does? Definitely interesting to think about that though.
I hope I answered what you were going for? Please feel free to continue the convo if you want to ofc :]
I think one of my favourite moments in the series is the end of the storm battle. for one i am a die hard gokudera fan and in my opinion only the gamma fight surpasses it. And on the other-
The fact tsuna who is usually so reserved and just lets dera do his thing despite telling him quietly "you really don't have to"
Gets SO pissed at Gokudera for DARING to put his life on the line for this. A piece of jewelery and an empty title..
He calls it all meaningless if that means they cant just hang out together anymore.
Dera who links his own worth as a human being to his usefulness and position as a mafiosi is told "I just want you alive and by my side" in i think one of the most direct "this is the core of the whole series" moments we get.
When yamamoto faces ken he still holds back bc he doesnt want to get injured but as soon as TSUNA is in danger he says "fuck it" and gets serious.
In the shimon arc hibari picks up on tsunas depressive state and it annoys him so he changes that in his own way.
Its how mukuro in the rainbow trials cares for a tired fran.
Its how during the ring battles the girls and mama Sawada CONSTANTLY visit Lambo to make sure he is okay.
Its also how tsuna saves him in the first place. Fuck the rings, fuck the position, fuck this whole stupid arangement of fights- he has to save his family.
These people often get violent with each other and agressive, they bicker and they fight, but when the chips are down, all they care about is each other.
Most shounen protags have some kind of dream or goal, Tsuna just really really wants a quiet life and to spend that with his friends and family. The whole mafia buisness is just what he needs to do to keep that family he gained safe. Nothing tsuna EVER does is motivated by some ulterior motive for fame or riches. Its either him being FORCED into action bc he was literally kicked into it by reborn, or its because he has to resolve the situation to keep his friends and family safe.
The Caallone has a FUCKTON of members and so does the vongola and Tsuna really really really really REALLY doesnt care for any of that because in the end his own world is very small compared to the mafia.
I have to think of that one quote "why do you want to save this planet?" -"Because I live here!" for tsuna it would be "because my family lives here."
I mean be Tsuna isn't "heroic". Yeah he cares about other people and strangers, he helps old ladies, but when something is going on his go to isn't "I have to do something!" it's uauslly "man I hope SOMEONE does something. Not gonna be me tho!"
Sorry for the long ask i just wanted to rephrase what you said basically and send it back to you
HELLO AGAIN, thank you for the ask. Don't apologize at all for length, I'm absolutely foaming reading this.
I'm so glad you get what I was going for in the post. Those moments drive me insane. "They bicker and they fight but when the chips are down, all they care about is each other" and "Because my family lives here" I FEEL ABSOLUTELY INSANE ABOUT THESE LINES. You're so so right!!! The Vongola kids bully and tease and are nasty to each other, until it comes down to it and they fight tooth and nail for each other. Exactly what I was going for. The series doesn't need those scenes where Tsuna tells Gokudera he cares about him and they're warm and cuddly towards each other, bc it comes through in his words when meek and reserved Tsuna yells at him and tells him to stop trying to die for him or for some stupid ring. And I think that's so fun!! All the other stuff you listed also drives me so insane. For yamamoto, him letting himself get injured for Tsuna's sake was so good and Tsuna's love for Yamamoto shone through there too because Tsuna saw the injury and felt such immense guilt only apologizing for ruining everything for Yamamoto. Only for Yamamoto to go "No, I'm fine. As long as YOU'RE safe" like that's so good???
The Hibari thing?? How he sees Tsuna's depressed state over it all and all he says to comfort him is "Watch me." because that's all he could understand about the situation. That if he wins his fight, somehow Tsuna will cheer up. and its just so???? GOD ITS JUST SO FULL OF LOVE. Every character in this series shows love in their own ways and it drives me maddd
Mukuro taking care of a tired child too doesn't surprise me with his backstory. He's so gentle with people that are in "his care" even if he won't actively admit it.
The girls as well I'm so glad you pointed them out!! We so like to ignore them in this fandom and thats so sad bc the series makes it really clear that they are part of this equation too. That without their support, the fighters would not have made it. Tsuna could relax knowing Mama Sawada and the girls were watching Lambo and focus on his fight. And during future, he could focus on his training. Not to mention, they're just so supportive especially after they find out what's going on. The boycott episode and its resolution are some of my favorite scenes in Future, it makes me insane that the show gave the girls a Moment to remind us that they too are both deeply loved and ALSO love the boys just the same.
You're so right about Tsuna not being heroic, hell even in Shimon arc Enma is being bullied right infront of him and its Reborn that has to be like "STOP OR SAWADA TSUNAYOSHI WILL HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS!!" He's kindhearted and he's got a good moral compass.. It's hard to explain, but you basically have to be IN Tsuna's circle for you to get that sort of "I will die for you" behavior kksjng otherwise he sorta reverts back to his "who me? im just a 14 yr old boy im nobody"
Thank you for sharing Lou (Or eternitas, whatever you'd prefer!) Spreading my own brain rot back at me very nice :^)
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embossross · 4 years ago
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Dinnertime with Daddy
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»Pairing: Mikey x AFAB fem!Reader
»Warning: smut; 18+, minors DNI
»CW: exhibitionism, daddy kink, degradation (use of slut)
»Synopsis: Your boyfriend likes things fast and exciting. Why should a meet the parents be any different?
»Word count: ~5.25k
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If you squeeze Mikey’s hand any harder, it will break.
“One last time, just to get our stories straight,” you say. “We met when you tutored me last year, but we only started dating this semester. We’re not ready to say it’s serious, but of course we’re dating towards marriage. You are studying Chemical Engineering, and you hope to someday work as a civil servant. Got all that?”
Mikey blinks at you apathetically.
You squeeze his hand again.
“Right, let’s just do this,” you say and ring the doorbell.
You never planned to introduce Mikey to your foster parents.
Six months into your relationship and you haven’t introduced Mikey to anyone from your social circle really. He met your roommate a few times picking you up, but that was the extent of the overlap. Your days are spent paling around with the girlfriends of Toman, waiting for Mikey to call you in from the other room once business settles. On quieter days, you sit on his lap while the boys play cards or go for a ride on his bike, escaping the neon cityscape to drive along the riverbed and watch the sunset.
There is your university life, where you attend classes and go to coffee/study sessions, and then there’s your life with Mikey. And never the twain shall meet.
Except you made a terrible error, allowing your grades to slip. Once your parents learned you were teetering on the edge of failure, they insisted on meeting your boyfriend. They pegged him as the obvious culprit behind your backslide, and now you are here for dinner and formal introductions. An ambush.
There is barely a pause before the door opens. Both your foster parents greet you. Your father smiles kindly – a farce – while your mother does not bother to pretend this is a pleasure visit.
No one would suspect the aging couple to be parents of a university-age daughter. Your mother’s back is hunched and crooked with age; your father’s hair is white and thinning. Both should be enjoying the care-free years of retirement, but six years ago, they chose to adopt an orphaned fifteen-year-old and save her from a path of delinquency. The Maruyamas offered you a home, a family, and discipline. If not for their guidance, you never would have tested well enough to attend university, and you owe them everything. You expect them to remind you of this tonight.
“Otosan, Okasan, sorry for intruding,” you greet politely.
When Mikey doesn’t immediately greet your parents, dread fills your tummy. He promised to behave and put on a good face for your parents, but what does Mikey truly know of manners? How much of his carefree impudence is arrogance versus the ignorance of the strong?
In the moments of silence, you feel your parents catalogue Mikey’s appearance. His shoulder-length, blonde hair is an immediate strike of disfavor. Dressed up by his standards, his baggy pants are still a fashion faux-pas in the eyes of your conservative parents. Then, there’s Mikey’s dull eyes, so hard to read and offering no pretense of friendliness. Already, your parents must hate him.
“I’m sorry for intruding. Please accept this gift,” Mikey says, offering a small, red-wrapped box from his pockets. He then bows respectfully and crosses the threshold. He sounds like he’s reading a script and is a beat behind what social nicety demands, but it’s close enough to respectable that you almost collapse in relief. You could kiss him.
“Have you been eating enough? You look thin. I can send you back with some snacks. Have you been getting enough sleep? You look tired,” your mother worries, keeping up a steady tirade of maternal cooing as you remove your shoes in the entryway.
Seeing your foster parents’ familiar faces, acting so proper and polite, relaxes you. There is no finger of indictment pointing in your direction, and no sign that Mikey will balk. A part of you always fears asking too much of Mikey as if he might decide you’re not worth the hassle at the slightest stress, so it is a relief that he is not only here but acting the part. You catch his eyes over your mother’s shoulder and share a tender smile.
The table is already laid for dinner. Neither university nor gang life allows for the pleasures of a home-cooked meal, so you kneel with pleasure to observe the nostalgic aromas of your mother’s cooking. There is saba misoni for the main dish with vegetable tempura and hijiki seaweed as the sides, miso soup, green tea, rice, all the staples of a hearty meal. Mikey almost drools, his expression equally dopey as hunger sets in. He hardly listens as your father makes a toast to your auspicious meeting.
And then, dinner begins.
“Have you introduced our daughter to your parents, Sano?” your father asks.
“Unfortunately, my parents are no longer with us. I was raised by my grandfather,” Mikey explains, preparing his plate.
Your parents hum in sympathy. “You have that in common with our daughter. I am sorry for your loss.”
“It’s part of what drew us to each other, I think. We both share an understanding of the world that most people our age don’t have to face until they’re much older,” Mikey says.
Thankfully, the conversation quickly turns away from sober topics. Most of Mikey’s hobbies and interests are taboo: fighting, gambling, and fucking were all off limits. His most mundane interest is probably for the city itself. Mikey knows Tokyo like the back of his hand, has traveled its streets and sampled all it offers. While Mikey loathes small talk, he can comment on most of the goings on of the city, which keeps the conversation flowing.
The Tokyo Skytree will open to the public in May, and your father is eager to be one of the first to the top of the tallest tower in the world. Mikey trades factoids about the tower’s construction with your father as the soup course winds down. Against the odds, you feel your father thawing towards Mikey and his apparent knowledge of the city you all call home.
“Sano, my daughter tells me that you are studying chemical engineering. Perhaps you should have pursued mechanical engineering. You speak so passionately of architecture. You could have someday designed a tower even taller than the Tokyo Skytree,” your mother comments.
At the first mention of your lies, Mikey tenses. You can see his thighs flex where he kneels. The urge to place a comforting hand on his shoulder is overwhelming.
“You speak too highly of me, Maruyama-san. Sometimes it feels like I chose Chemical Engineering just yesterday. Perhaps I should change my major while there’s still time,” Mikey says.
There is a quirk of amusement that twists his mouth as he takes dark amusement at his own joke.
“You are a third-year, like our daughter? It would be impossible to change your major now. I hope you don’t take your future so lightly,” your mother scolds.
“Of course, Okasan. Mikey has serious ambitions for next year after he graduates. He speaks lightly, but he’s very responsible and caring towards me and his family,” you offer quickly.
“Tell me more about these ambitions,” your father orders.
If Mikey follows the script, you don’t hear him because your attention is completely arrested by a sudden vibrating pulse. It rocks your body and jolts you in your seat. Focused on Mikey, neither of your parents notice or comment on your restlessness. Slyly observing from the corner of his eye, however, you have Mikey’s undivided attention.
Initially, when you broached the subject, Mikey agreed to meet your parents without hesitation. It felt like a huge step for your relationship, but Mikey didn’t blink. His attitude towards the meeting turned cold last night, however, when you texted him the cover story he needed to maintain. He left your texts on read and ignored your phone calls all day.
Half-expecting him to stand you up altogether, you melted with relief when he arrived on time to take you to your parents’ house. He even remembered to drive you in a four-door sedan because his bike would scandalize your parents.
Mikey was sweet to you on the drive over. Rather than giving you the cold-shoulder, he leaned into your body, pet your hair aside, and kissed your neck. He did everything a good boyfriend should to comfort his girlfriend before a nerve-wracking meet-the-parents until he whispered the treacherous words that doomed you.
“You know, you’re asking a lot from me with nothing in return. Not only do I have to spend an evening with your parents, but I can’t even have any fun? Have to lie the entire time, too? Sounds lame.”
You were horrified at the thought of disappointing, Mikey, and turned to him with big eyes. “I’m sorry, Mikey. I wouldn’t ask if there was another way. What can I do to make it better?”
“There is one thing that could make dinner more entertaining,” Mikey mused, tapping at his chin.
“Anything!”
All frustration disappeared from your boyfriend’s face as it relaxed into what you called the Mikey-smile. The one where his eyes and lips became upturned lines that promised the heights of heaven and the depths of hell.
“Anything?”
That was how you came to sit before your foster parents with a vibrating egg buried in your pussy.
With your walls stretched to secure the toy in place, it was impossible for you to forget it was inside you. Still, you half believed Mikey was bluffing and would let you escape the evening with only the indignity of clenching a sex toy inside your cunt. With the first tremors of the toy rocking your body, you realize Mikey has no intentions of letting you escape that easily.
Upon inserting the toy between your legs, Mikey let you know it has six different settings, which he can control with a digital remote stored in his pocket. The first is a dull treble that pulses and fades at a 2/4 meter, which is enough time for you to relax and then startle over and over again at each blast. There is no getting used to it, but the sensation is muted enough that you have no excuse not to rejoin the conversation.
“The mackerel is so fresh, Okasan. Did you buy it this morning?” you ask.
“Mmhmm, I went to the market today. Your father offered to catch me something even fresher, but I knew better than to believe him. Sure enough, he returned empty-handed this morning. If I had trusted him, we would have had to serve sawdust to our guests,” your mother replies.
“The fish have a mind of their own these days,” your father grumbles.
“Do you fish often?” Mikey asks.
“Every morning if time allows. I retired last year. I’m still not sure what to do with all the time to myself. I hate feeling purposeless,” your father says.
“I agree. There’s nothing worse than feeling bored,” Mikey says with a smile.
In tandem, he pushes the button on the remote, and the vibrator ups the ante. Not only is the power behind each vibration stronger, but the beats per minute nearly double. It feels amazing.
You squeeze your eyes shut and take a shaky sip of green tea. Surely, Mikey is entertained now as a flush creeps up the back of your neck. Nothing you do with your face feels natural as you blink rapidly to prevent something far lewder from dominating your expression.
“Is it spicy?” your mother asks, noticing your condition. “I don’t think I used any strong seasonings.”
Mikey places one of his hands on your arm, long, white fingers tickling along the baby hairs there. Only an hour earlier those fingers had gagged you to lube up the vibrator with spit, and then guided it into your spread hole.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
It’s an infinitely cruel question from your, at times, cruel lover. He is delighting in the way your eyes plead with him for mercy, even as you lean more into his warmth. During sex, you like to be touched all over. To only have stimulation against your inner walls feels bizarre, inadequate. You want Mikey’s fingers to trail up and down the silky skin of your under arm, to dance a trail down your ticklish sides, to tweak and scratch and cup and twist down down down until he reaches your clit at which point…
“I’m fine. I choked a little and needed to wash it down with tea,” you force the words out through gritted teeth.
Mikey’s smile is predatory.
“I admit, I see why you two are in a relationship,” your father says. “You look very comfortable with one another, and yet, the way you watch her, Sano …I’d say you are still very much in the infatuation phase.”
“I think your father means I can’t keep my eyes off of you,” Mikey says, smiling.
It’s true. Once the little egg started to tease your pussy, you became the undivided object of Mikey’s attention. In any other scenario, this would be a dream. Even now under the judging eyes of your parents, the thrill of it almost overwhelms your embarrassment.
To have Mikey’s full attention is a rarity, something to be cherished. There is always someone else asking for his time. The excitement of a new conflict or exploit that supersedes the soft intimacy that you could offer. Only when buried deep inside you is Mikey’s attention unequivocally yours. Then, his focus burns.
“We remember, of course, what it’s like to date at your age. I met my wife in our first year of university, and I cherish those early memories with her more than any class I attended or book I read,” your father says.
“There’s a reason so many songs speak of the springtime of love,” your mother agrees, though she doesn’t sound happy about it.
“Otosan, are you not hungry? May I serve you more mackerel?” you say in a desperate bid to stop the inevitable lecture. The build up from your parents is recognizable, rehearsed even.
“No, the meal is done,” your father waves his hand dismissively. “To speak plainly, we worry about your marks this semester.”
“You have always completed such distinguished work but in the last few months, there is a noticeable decline in your performance,” your mother tries her best to sound encouraging, smoothing the edges of the pending reprimand.
“We can’t help but worry that the change is our daughter’s new boyfriend,” your father finishes, looking to Mikey expectantly for an apology or rebuttal.
Mikey takes his time in answering, turning to look at your uncomfortable expression. There is a crinkle in your brow that only appears when you’re stressed or straining to cum; right now, both causes are very much in play. Mikey’s own face is a mixed message. The endless void of his eyes suggests an absence, as if he’s not fully engaged in the conversation, but the wrinkle at the corner of his mouth shows tension. Mikey never takes well to being chastised.
“Your parents think I’m a distraction for you,” Mikey says. “Nothing could be further from the truth, right?”
He accompanies his question with a ratchet up of the vibrator. Your eyes go wide, and you claw at the edge of the table as the pulsing becomes impossible to ignore. With every throb of the vibrator your pussy clenches, sucking it in deep where it belongs. You hold your pelvis perfectly still, afraid the smallest shift might stimulate your inner nerves too well and cause a scene. Unable to answer the question in words, you let out something close to a polite cough. Now, Mikey’s smile holds sincerity.
“Dates are important, but studying is important, too,” your mother says firmly.
From the moment Mikey entered her home, your mother decided Mikey is the cause of your downfall and nothing he says will change her mind. And, she’s right.
In truth, Mikey is the architect behind your falling grades. You must compete for his time against the rest of Toman, which means catching Mikey in the right moment is imperative. Lately, you stopped attending study sessions with your classmates to instead hang around Toman’s base. The tactic pays off handsomely when you catch Mikey in the down moments when one piece of business wraps up and another has yet to start. You then insinuate yourself onto his lap and claim his sweet attention for yourself. Sometimes, he fucks you right there on the conference table Toman uses for meetings. And when the next item of business arrives, you go back to waiting, knowing another opportunity for time with Mikey is yours if you can only be patient.
“I agree completely. Perhaps, she needs a little discipline. I could always tutor her again,” Mikey muses.
You almost whimper at the possibilities. Mikey cockwarming himself inside you while you study, refusing to thrust until you answer correctly. Mikey spanking you when you fail a practice exam. Mikey ordering you to repeat your English vocab words like a mantra, while he drills into your sopping hole.
So subtly that the unaware would never notice, you rock your hips a little. The tiny movement presses the vibrator forward against your slippery walls and your eyes flutter closed.
“You understand why we have concerns?” your mother continues, obliviously addressing you like you aren’t seconds from rubbing your thighs together in front of her. “Your boyfriend has many admirable traits, but there are warning signs.”
“Like?” Mikey challenges.
“Your…personal style is attention-grabbing,” your father offers up awkwardly.
“Otosan, Mikey’s hair is not what’s distracting me from my studies,” you say. “I do appreciate your concern and see your points. I was not prepared for how the classes would be more difficult at the 300-level and need to adjust my study habits accordingly. I promise to be more diligent moving forward.”
You are amazed to get the words out so clearly when you’re starting to drip into your panties.
Beneath the table, Mikey squeezes your knee and then glides his hand higher suggestively. Slight imprints of your nipples are visible. They push through your bra, desperate for tongue, mouth, or hands. When you rub your upper lip, you discretely brush your forearm against throbbing them.
You think you are going to hell.
“We’ve said what we wanted to say and can only trust you to heed our words,” your mother offers diplomatically.
“We trust you,” your father says, smiling.
Mikey increases the vibrator’s tempo again. Unable to stop a mewl of pure pleasure, you drop your head in shame. A tear slips trails down your cheek. The shame and delicious pounding of your pussy war for first place in your downfall.
“There’s no need to cry, sweet girl,” your father says.
“Your father and I will clear the table. Why don’t you show, Sano-kun into the living room?” your mother says.
On shaky legs, you rise from the table and flee the room. It is a small home, offering only the illusion of privacy, but you abandon any decorum outside the direct gaze of your foster parents.
Without hesitation, you collapse fully against Mikey’s side. You rub your body against his like a cat in heat. The grind of your bodies sparks through you, and your eyes roll back. More now. While your parents are safely away in the kitchen, you need to kiss, rut, touch, and lick your boyfriend. Then, you’ll surely cum and this erotic nightmare will end.
“So, which one of your parents is the reader?” Mikey asks, studying the bookcase idly.
“Mikey!”
“So desperate,” Mikey chuckles. He looks down at your scrunched up face and affectionately kisses your brow. He hardly acknowledges the way you undulate against him.
“Please, Mikey. I can’t take it much longer,” you moan. “Touch me!”
The order might as well be rhetorical because you don’t give Mikey the opportunity to refuse. You guide one of his hands to grope and squeeze your breasts. Meanwhile, you bury your face in his neck. There is no space between your bodies, and you position yourself so you can hump his thigh. Tingles multiply up and down your spine, and only the skin of his neck muffles your moans.
“Fuck, do you think if I checked the table there’d be a wet spot where you were sitting?” Mikey mocks you. “Who knew I had such a needy girlfriend? So mindless when her pussy takes over that she’d try to get off in front of her own parents. That’s a special kind of slut, huh?”
“You’re so mean, daddy. Want you to take care of me. Make me cum,” you whimper.
“Ahh, don’t whine, baby. I like that you’re such a needy slut for me. You made me so hard earlier with the way you were trying to be good even as your little pussy gushed,” Mikey says.
His words only add on to your growing humiliation. It’s rare for Mikey to talk so much during sex. You typically do most of the work. He will listen with a smile as you babble about how much you want him, offering up lewd fantasies to try to arouse him to new heights. Maybe because this isn’t really sex – the only purpose of the vibrator to tease you for his amusement – he is more loquacious.
He moves your hand to his pants, so that you can feel his half-hard cock. Any other time, you’d drop straight to your knees to mouth kisses along his length. Limited by circumstance, you instead grip him through the fabric.
“I want your cock, daddy. Take me to the bathroom and fuck me,” you plead.
Gripping your hips, Mikey repositions you abruptly, so that your cunt lines up with his dick. He humps into you once, twice, three times, and it’s almost enough to send you over the edge. Not quite. Just enough to make you lose control.
“Daddy!”
“What was that?”
You freeze in place at your father’s voice from kitchen. Mikey’s eyes are bright and excited at the prospect of getting caught. There will be no aid from that corner.
“Sorry! I thought I saw a spider, but Mikey took care of it,” you call back shakily.
“Ok.”
Your sigh of relief is stopped short when Mikey tips your head back with a grip around your throat. He massages your pulse point and chases kisses up your jawline. The edge you teeter on is turning painful with time as the need to cum escalates. You try to realign your hips with his, but Mikey keeps your lower bodies separate, so that only the vibrator stimulates your cunt.
“Please take me to the bathroom and fuck me,” you whisper urgently.
“Sorry, can’t. I’m trying to make a good impression with your parents. What would they think if they found me using their daughter’s pussy in their own house?”
“But, daddy, I ca-a-a-nnn-t-t,” you start to stutter around the words.
It’s so hard to think when your pussy is alive and throbbing. Relief keeps dangling above you only to be pulled away at the last second. Mikey laughs outright at your misery, and you, lacking any dignity, only grow more desperate at the taunting.
“Do you want me to make it stop, or do you want to cum?” Mikey asks in a clear voice, the one he uses to let you know he’s not teasing. The choice is yours.
“I want you to take me to the bathroom and fuck me,” you repeat with high hopes of manifesting your true desire.
“No, I already told you that’s not happening. I’m giving you two options. One, your parents rejoin us, and I turn our little toy up to the max and watch you cum right in front of them. Or, two, you tell them the truth. Tell them you’re not dating a wholesome college boy, but a dangerous criminal. Tell them the reason your grades are really slipping is because you’re a slut who can’t be separated from her boyfriend’s dick for more than a few hours. Those are your choices.”
So fucking mean.
So fucking mean that your pussy tightens rhythmically around the egg, and you almost cum. There are few things that get you off faster than the rare times when Mikey calls you names and details all the nasty things you’re made for.
There are hundreds of girls that would gladly take your place to get closer to the money, power, and excitement that Mikey commands. But, you are special. You know no one else could love him the way you do. Only you can make him laugh and smile like the terrors of his past are just a forgotten nightmare. Just as importantly, only you can be a slut for him the way he likes. You are ravenous for each other, sharing all the same fantasies and swapping pheromones and bodily fluids like trading cards. Disappointing him is less an option than disappointing your foster parents.
“See anything interesting?” your father’s voice interrupts.
To an outsider, it looks like an innocent embrace, but you still spring away guiltily. Thankfully, Mikey’s pants are black because there is definitely a wet spot where you rubbed against him. The smell of sex is subtle but there if you search for it.
“It’s a good collection,” Mikey says with no trace of your recent activities in his voice.
“Please take a seat,” your father says, directing you both to the sofa.
You sink straight back into the couch, fingers digging into the leather. Looking at your parents is impossible, so you gaze aimlessly at nothing. The sofa dips with Mikey’s weight as he joins you. Both your parents sit opposite in separate chairs.
“We’d love to hear more about you, Sano,” your mother says with noticeably more warmth, like maybe she and your father have come to a positive conclusion about Mikey in their clandestine kitchen conversation. “What does a day in your life typically entail?”
Mikey quirks an eyebrow in your direction. It’s the perfect opportunity to set the record straight and fess up to the truth. Subtly, you shake your head.
“They keep him very busy, Okasan. He’s actually a Teaching Assistant for the Calculus 1 course, and he plays for the football club,” you say with surprising clarity.
Locking eyes, Mikey nods once. The decision is made, and now you will live with it. To signal your demise, he pushes the button on the remote one last time, sending you to the highest level. You suck in an enormous breath and hold it. The pulsing is gone entirely. The egg emits one long, continuous vibration that flickers against your upper walls.
“Oh my God!” You can’t hold back the exclamation, hanging your head in shame.
“Are you alright?” Your father asks.
“My stomach – feels awful,” you manage.
“Should we call the doctor?”
“No, I just…let me sit here and breath,” you implore.
“Was it something I served? I just bought that mackeral today! Let me check the ingredients again!” your mother says, hurrying up to check the expiration dates on what she just served her guests.
“Here,” Mikey says, placing a decorative blanket over both your laps. “You’re shivering like you’re cold.”
With the cover of the blanket and your stomachache alibi, you tilt your head back and just feel. You can press your legs together to pinch your clit a little bit without your father noticing. You can also lean a little into Mikey’s side and inhale the scent of him. He kneads the flesh of your thigh encouragingly.
“I really think we might want to go to the hospital if you’re shaking. It sounds like food poisoning,” your father begins, only to be cut off by the ring of his cellphone. “I’m so sorry. I normally wouldn’t take this, but our neighbor, Saito, just had surgery on a herniated disk. This is his wife calling to tell me how it went. Would it be terribly impolite if I answered?”
“Go right ahead,” Mikey says.
It is the green light you need – both your parents otherwise occupied – to start chasing your orgasm in earnest. Your hair forms a curtain between you and the world, so that you can deny the reality that your father is sitting right there having a conversation. Shameless, you lay your head right on Mikey’s shoulder, ear near his lips.
“What a slut, getting all worked up with her father right there. What would he think if he knew the truth?” Mikey whispers. “If he knew I was the luckiest man in the world with a greedy slut like you as a girlfriend.”
“Daddy, it feels so good,” you whine back.
“I know, baby girl. You need me to talk you through it? Tell you to cum here and now?”
Beneath the blanket, his fingers trail inward until they find your panties beneath your skirt. The fabric is so damp, it hardly qualifies as a barrier anymore. When Mikey presses his forefinger inward, he’s able to press right into your clenching hole. His thumb slips up to jam down hard on your clit.
Your thighs start to tremble uncontrollably. The shaking rises and enters the pit of your stomach. It lights up your nipples and parts your lips.
Mindless, you don’t know what your father would observe if he chose to switch his attention over to you. Perhaps the blanket shifting damningly as you hump against Mikey’s hand. Perhaps the keening whine that comes from the back of your throat with seemingly no end. Perhaps the absolute pride of ownership that lights up Mikey’s face.
“Yeah, that’s right. Cum for me. Soak my hand,” Mikey hisses. “Soak my hand now, and later in the car, I’ll pound your wet pussy until you squirt again, this time around daddy’s cock.
Obedient to the end, you cum.
“Daddy!”
You twitch, and you convulse, and you almost push the egg right out of your cunt as it squeezes down powerfully. You would sing with pleasure if your voice wasn’t gone as your orgasm breaks in long waves that tighten every muscle in your body. Being so edged out, the pleasure lingers and caresses you long after it should end.
“Are you going to be sick?” your dad asks urgently, angling the phone away from his ear.
You realize you called out for Mikey a little too loudly and caught your father’s attention. At the same time, your mother returns from the kitchen. Mikey turns off the vibrator.
Pulling back from Mikey’s neck, you face your father. Tears have streamed down your face, leaving you with red rimmed eyes. Each breath comes out in a heavy pant. You look completely fucked out.
Or like you’re going to be sick.
“I’m sorry, Maruyama-san. She’s getting worse and worse. I should get her home now,” Mikey says.
“Oh no! Are you sure? We still have her old room if she needs to sleep,” your mother says.
“Thank you for the offer, but it’s alright,” Mikey says, and then smiles – a smile completely ill-fitting to the situation, one of almost pride. “After all, it’s my job to take care of her now.”
And, as Mikey leads you out with a proprietary and wet hand on the small of your back, you have no doubt that he will take very good care of you for the next several hours
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soracities · 3 years ago
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i started crying when i read all of your kind words, thank you so much. this might be the first time someone told me that a failed exam doesn't matter in my life. i'm just scared at being yelled at by my teacher in front of everyone.
- 15yo anon.
(cont’d /2) its 10pm right now, and i have school at 7am tomorrow. i'm sorry for this ask, it's just that i sat down and realised no adult has been kind to me in the way i need. your responses are still making me cry tears of joy and hope.
that being said-
i'm scared since it's the first time i'm going to in-person school in a long time, it's the first time i've failed an exam, and i know my tuition teacher will later yell at me in front of twenty other kids and i don't know.... maybe my scholarship is being taken away. i'm terrified.
i don't even plan on taking math next year and i'm furious at how my bad grades in math dictate whether i get a scholarship to study liberal arts and social study next year. i was so excited to study at my new school next year.
i don't know what i'll do when i get yelled at, because crying means i'll only get scolded harder or slapped.
 i just want to go to art school or syudy history when i'm 18 i hate the way this one exam is making me thinking whether i'm a dissapointment and should have died at birth or something.
and it's even more fucking silly, because i got a 47% in math last time, had to take a retest and then i got 89%. i barely even remember that. i'm certain i won't remember my bad grades in a few years, and yet right now i'm just.... so scared.
 i'm really, really, really sorry for these three asks. i hope i didn't take too much of your time/effort. i'm sorry for being a bother.
/3) also it felt nice when you called me a kid in the tags. everyone tells me fifteen is so grown up and adult-like. i've always known that fifteen is nothing compared to 26, 30, 39, 50 etc etc, but being called a fully grown teenager and young adult by everyone made me forget i'm just a little kid who's trying his best.
i don’t know where you are in the world or what your education system is like there in that your teacher can get away with something like this but i am telling you right now that under no circumstances does your tutor (or anyone) have the right to yell at you or physically assault you in any way whatsoever no matter how they try to justify it or how much the environment you’re in allows it: your teacher is an asshole. pure and simple. and absolutely no part of how they respond or treat you is your fault in this and i really, really, really need you to believe this and tell yourself this over and over if you have to until you believe it as readily as your own hearbeat because it is absolutely, entirely true. their responsibility here is far bigger than yours. if your student is struggling it is your job, as a teacher and also as the actual literal adult to address that appropriately, not punish and belittle and berate for something as simple as a bad grade my god.
i don’t know if anyone has told you this yet, maybe they have because it seems like such an obvious thing but it was something i know would have made my life so much easier if i had learnt it earlier: but if you are going to get better at something, if you are going to grow and learn anything, you have to fail--you need to fail -- so you can know where and what to improve on, what to do and what not to do and crucially, move beyond the familiar and comfortable spheres you’ve already made a home in. this is what will make you better, more confident, more resilient and capable in the long run, whether its in academics or anything else. your failures need to become far more valuable to you than your successes because of all the potential they are holding for you, all the things you can learn from them and the person you can become as a result. and these failures need to happen in an environment where you are not punished for them. any teacher who actively makes you feel like you, as a human being, are a disappointment and not worth anything because of this (which happens to literally everyone at some point) is someone who is, once again, an utter Asshole, and someone who is actively sacrificing your growth as a student and your very wellbeing for the sake of some warped and dehumanizing excuse for an education that assigns merit to nothing else except for how well you can tolerate stress you do not deserve to be put through in the first place.
again, i don’t know where you are, or what your school system is like, so i don’t know what or who will be available for you to go to and talk to so that you can at least get some practical and immediate information or advice that might give you perspective and help make this less frightening because you don’t deserve to be put through all this. like, i can’t stress enough how entirely out of line your teacher is here and i’m so so sorry that you haven’t had adults around you to give you the support, protection, and assurance you need and should be getting in what it sounds like such an unbearably stressful and traumatising environment. all i can really say to you that i hope can help and comfort you a little is that since your ask i’ve had a few others send their own experiences in which i’ll publish as i get the chance to, and if you get nothing else from all this please, please know that you are not alone and not a failure -- not ever a failure -- and that even if it is coming from nameless and faceless strangers, you are sharing a space in this world with people who understand what you are going through and have come out of it or are coming out of it and sending love and support to you so that you know, or at least can hopefully see one day, that you will come out of it, too.
and also, yes, you are absolutely a kid and the idea that you are adult-like at 15 is laughable to me like oh my god...yes you are gaining more responsibilities and expectations which are important to learn to navigate but you are also still very much a kid, and i literally do not know a single person my age who thinks of themselves as anything other than that at 15; i see a photo of myself from school and am immediately in Mom Mode so believe me: you are so, so, so young and you have so, so, so much yet to learn and see and you are absolutely trying your best, you are, you are, you are. and even if you feel that no one around you believes it, i believe it for whatever that is worth and i’ll keep on doing so. sending you oceans of love, anon. i hope you can feel it ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
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HUH YUNJIN  22  FEMALE  SHE / HER — ; where do you get your inspiration, SONG SIYEON ? you’re so OUTSPOKEN, i can’t help but think of BLASTING MUSIC AT 3AM, THE LINGERING SMELL OF SUNSCREEN, BROKEN CLAY SPREAD ACROSS THE FLOOR when i hear your name. your friends tell me you can be DELUSIONAL sometimes . i guess it’s understandable given the circumstances . besides , i can’t even imagine how stressful SCULPTOR classes must be — not to mention you’re also in THE RED AND GREEN CLUB & SODALITES ! you’re a NEWCOMER , right ? yeah , i thought so . either way , welcome to mugunghwa !  ( rouge , 21+ , cst )
hello friends ♡ i’m rouge and i’m v excited to be here to bring you this bullheaded woman named song siyeon! she’s still relatively new and doesn’t rly know what’s going on, but that’s okay b/c she’s just here to prove herself 💪 anywho i have her profile and personality page set up, but under the cut i’ll have more info on her background and maybe even some half-baked plots if we’re lucky! please like this post to plot or add me on discord at saturnian charm#3118 which is highly preferred over tumblr ims! i’m super stoked to write with you all!
there’s nothing much to note of her background: she was born in seoul to a well off family as the miracle child after many fertility issues. mother was a professor turned stay at home mom, and her father is a politician, although a highly controversial / disliked one. her grandparents on her mother’s side are known art aficionados within the seoul scene. due to being the only child, she was pretty much your typical spoiled golden spoon baby.
deemed gifted with art at a very young age, and because her skills brought esteem to the song name, her parents decided to cultivate it and throw the best of whatever money could buy: tutors/mentors, supplies, schooling, experiences, whatever was recommended and whatever she asked for was gotten. in return, she was constantly put into art competitions “for her benefit” in her parents terms, but in hindsight it was obviously just for the attention ⏤ and didn’t start off too hot. anything that wasn’t top three was a failure
high school was ... alright. that’s when her father started becoming more controversial, and every time she started to win a competition her name was always attached to his, which caused her to be less socially accepted with her non-artistic peers ⏤ and even some of the artistic ones as well, thinking that she only won due to her family name. and in her eyes, there were only two ways of dealing with this: fall into despair and feel sorry for herself, or fight it. don’t give a damn and prove them wrong by working hard at her craft. and so, she does. and tbh ... this is probably whenever she reaches full menace status too LOL.
reaches out a sculptor that she admires via social media, and after meeting up at her exhibits siyeon becomes her mentee during her third year in high school. during breaks she travels abroad to where she lives in paris and hones her craft under her knowledge. does a lot of growing up during this time too.
after high school, she flies to paris after an argument with her parents regarding her future and decides to wing it. but actually living in a place abroad is much different from visiting, and culture shock hits her hard; she’s about to give up probably 4 weeks in until her mentor finds her, and instead siyeon spends that time under her tutelage while in art school. doesn’t reconnect with her parents ( especially since her father’s views get much worse while she’s away ) and instead contacts her grandparents more instead.
her grandparents talk about coming home and going to mugunghwa, as her grandpa has invested within the school, but she says no. however, when she meets minjun and finds out that he goes to to the same school, siyeon takes that as a sign and uproots her life to transfer there instead.
and yeah, that brings us to here and now! except now she’s single LMAO
okay so i actually lied and i don’t have plots here because the above took a lot out of me but i promise i love brainstorming so please don’t be afraid to hit me up! ♡ 
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itoldsunset · 4 years ago
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the more i sit on it the more it makes sense to me that 21-year-old teh is vastly different (yet in other ways, very much the same) from the 18-year-old teh who woke up at 4am to help oh-aew study, who tutored oh-aew, gave him all his books and flashcards, and gave up his spot for oh-aew. because high school teh had dreams and a vision, and college teh has been beaten down by the real world and is growing more frantic that that vision will never come true.
21-year-old oh-aew is doing AMAZING, found a major that he enjoys and is getting A's in, found a group of friends who get him, is independent and driving himself around the city in his new car, and becoming more comfortable with who he is. he no longer needs teh to help him get good grades. he no longer needs to ride in the back of teh's motorcycle to get around the city. he is living his best life. oh-aew is literally all the things you don't want to be around when you're a miserable mess of a human being.
meanwhile 21-year-old teh has not been cast for a single role, feels nothing but abandonment because he has one friend/mentor left at school since the other two graduated, is devoting all his time and energy into a career that looks like it will no longer pan out, had his one idol "abandon" this dream which makes him doubt even more whether he's actually on the right path, and worst of all cannot seem to perform his role as the lead actor in his mentor's play which probably feels like his last shot to prove himself.
teh at 21 has nothing to offer oh-aew in the way he did when they were 18, and he feels that and he hates it, because it reminds him of how much of a failure he thinks he is. he can barely compliment oh-aew for getting an A on his assignment. it wouldn't surprise me if oh-aew brings home good news like that all the time, meanwhile all teh has to offer is, "went to another casting, didn't get it again." it's lowkey another form of jealousy, not in the rivalry way like we saw in itsay, but a sadder, dejected kind of jealousy that makes you feel like you don't want to hear about their day and you wish they wouldn't ask you about yours. failure is alienating as hell.
so he keeps building distance between them which is something you do when the world moves on and you're stuck in a standstill, and it's a feeling i know because it was me avoiding my friends for a whole ass year while i was unemployed after getting laid off. there was a whole fucking year of my life that i barely even remember. there is an inexplicable pain of having to answer simple questions like "how are you?" or "what have you been up to lately?" when your career has gone to shit and you feel like you've accomplished nothing and are going nowhere in life, especially as the people around you are making moves and going places. it is especially harder when it's the people who love you, because as bad as it feels to know you're a failure, it's even worse if you let them see you that way too. teh sees oh-aew moving up in life while he keeps sinking further into the ground. and promise or no promise, there is a real insecurity that once you get found out for what a loser you are, the people in your life are gonna leave.
obviously none of that excuses the cheating because nothing does. but it explains how teh created so much distance between him and oh-aew in the first place, distance that led him to get as swept up with jai as he did. teh going to the plays alone? not really paying attention to oh-aew? taking oh-aew for granted? not out of character at all. makes a lot more sense now when i think about what an absolute wreck he is at this current stage in his life. he is absolutely broken and maybe you also have to have been that broken to recognize it. there are a lot of things they could have done to show it better [like for example, having teh narrate oh-aew's new changes was a missed opportunity to show, not tell the audience] but overall he's still very much the same teh, just in a much worse off place than he was in itsay.
the more i sit with it the more i realize p'meen and co have no mercy on the audience, so it makes sense ipytm is not meeting many of our expectations. it is very classic nadao to play with the audience's feelings, but they definitely went too far with the experimentation this time because after four days i still can't log on to twitter without seeing the backlash. and as much as people want to blame p'meen and the new team, p'boss and p'yong are producers on the show and i don't believe for a second they would green light this storyline if they had big misgivings about it. [p'yong is literally the reason we got a coming out scene with hoon in itsay, since it wasn't in the original script. they don't let anything fly by. so the lazy writing comments?? i don't buy it.]
nadao took a risk here that they could sucker punch the audience with episode three and still count on people to come back for some big reveal in episode four. they lost some folks, maybe more than expected, but i'm assuming they made the executive decision that whatever happens in the last two episodes is going to make up for the emotional damage of episode three, and i will wait and see if they were right.
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I am briefly pausing my normal RWBY content to talk about something completely different: Kang Soo-Jin. 
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I binged True Beauty recently. As in, “I haven’t managed to watch anything new in half a year, discovered this drama, and promptly marathoned 14+ hours of content,” so to say I’m enjoying it is an understatement. I might do another post sometime about why I think the show works so well, but for now, like many (drama only) viewers, I’m specifically grappling with Soo-Jin’s descent into antagonist territory. At first I was just as shocked and disappointed as others seem to be, but upon reflection I don’t think this is badly written in the way many fans are claiming. To frame this as, “I can’t believe they would make wonderful Soo-Jin suddenly OOC and bully Ju-Kyung over a guy!” is ignoring core parts of her character. I’m as sick of the girl-hates-girl-over-guy plotline as the next viewer, but in the interest of acknowledging that there are exceptions to every rule, I think this is one of the times where that choice makes perfect sense. 
Soo-Jin has been abused throughout her life and I’m not simply talking about the fact that her father hits her. Though that’s obviously horrific, what I think is more pertinent to this conversation is the intense competitiveness her parents have instilled in her. The physical abuse comes about because Soo-Jin fails (in their eyes) to be the best, which is where Ju-Kyung comes in. The Soo-Jin we knew in earlier episodes wasn’t faking. She isn’t an inherently evil person who was just waiting for the right time to show her true colors. Rather, at the start of the story Ju-Kyung—crucially—was not in competition with Soo-Jin. Or rather, Soo-Jin did not perceive her as competition. She’s after the best grades in the school and Ju-Kyung is notoriously at the bottom of the class. All she has going for her are her (new) looks and her easy-going personality that makes her popular, two things that Soo-Jin isn’t interested in. Even if she were, those things already come naturally to her too. She’s already friends with Soo-A and, as is commented on multiple times, naturally beautiful without any makeup on. Soo-Jin has been taught—literally had it beaten into her—that she must be the best and in the beginning of the show she pretty much is: popular, mature, confident, smart… just not the smartest in her class. Ju-Kyung doesn’t threaten any of that, so friendship initially comes easily for Soo-Jin, the sort of friendship that allows her to chase perverts off busses or hide her friend’s real face. 
This changes once Soo-Jin’s “perfect” mask begins to slip. They’re heading towards college, she’s running out of time, and she still hasn’t managed to take the top spot in the class. Worse, she drops out of the top ten. This exacerbates the abuse to the point where, as we see, she’s constantly in the bathroom trying to cope by washing her hands. Any tiny deviation from that “perfection”  — like, say, leaving your tutoring session when you realize your lifelong friend just got devastating news — results in the sort of yelling/physical abuse she can only escape from via a locked door. While things get worse on her end, they get better on Ju-Jyung’s. Her grades go up some and she becomes even more popular, attracting not only school-wide attention, but the attention of the two hottest guys too, including Soo-Ho. For a while this is still fine from Soo-Jin’s perspective, but things really take a turn when Ju-Kyung changes Soo-Ho. Meaning, she helps him come out of his shell and teaches him how to be a kinder person… which includes being a better friend to Soo-Jin. The Soo-Ho who suddenly lies and announces that they have to go study just to get Soo-Jin away from her father’s insults, all of it stemming from a small tick he paid attention to, or comforting her while she sobs over the abuse… that Soo-Ho didn’t exist at the story’s start. He was too wrapped up in his own grief and has been that way for a long time. They may have known each other since childhood, but Soo-Jin and Soo-Ho don’t appear to be particularly close in the past—all Soo-Ho’s flashbacks are with Seo-Joon and Se-Yeon. But that starts to change once Soo-Ho himself changes. Soo-Jin’s ability to keep it together is unraveling, Soo-Ho is opening up and becoming more emotionally available (something Soo-Jin even comments on), then her whole class starts eagerly talking up how good they would be as a couple… so Soo-Jin sees a lifeline. Soo-Ho will care for her even when no one else will. Of course he will. She’s already seen him be that person multiple times. 
The problem is that Soo-Ho has his own life and his own problems to grapple with. Between grief over See-Yeon, panic over telling Ju-Kyung how he feels, and the initial rush of dating—what couple doesn’t want to spend all their time together at the start?—he doesn’t have much energy for Soo-Jin. Which from his perspective is fine. They don’t normally hang out together outside of study groups, so yeah, he can put off a conversation with her… not realizing that Soo-Jin is now putting all her emotional eggs in his basket. By the time her feelings are coming to light, Soo-Jin is actively sabotaging her own attempts to get attention and compassion from Soo-Jin. By manipulating them—here’s a new scrunchy to remind you that you’re my best friend and you can’t ever betray me, here I am showing up unannounced at your apartment and guilting you into not spending more time with me, etc.—Soo-Jin has put Soo-Ho (rightfully) on his guard. He’s wary of having a private conversation with her about something she won’t name when he knows Ju-Kyung has been a mess over losing her friendship. He has no desire to listen to her confession of love after she’s just tossed Ju-Kyung’s beloved necklace into the fire. In her efforts to ensure that Soo-Ho pays attention to her, she only succeeds in driving him away. 
All of which makes Ju-Kyung the enemy in her eyes. The new competition. To her mind, friendship and love cannot co-exist because Ju-Kyung stands in the way of that love, therefore one has got to go. (In contrast Seo-Joon, coming from a loving family, is in time better able to accept that he can be friends with Soo-Ho even though he likes Ju-Kyung. We can discuss the problems inherent in giving one plot to the girl and the other to the guy, but as they are, these characters have concrete, in-world reasons for their different reactions to what’s essentially the same situation.) And why does love (“love”) win out over friendship? Because Soo-Jin has latched onto Soo-Ho being her boyfriend as the way to finally “win” at life and fix all her problems. It’s fine if she’s not the best provided she’s dating the best, just look at how much Dad fawned over him. Second place academically is suddenly an option provided the top student is on her team, so to speak. The fact that Soo-Ho is also one of the most handsome, a great athlete, super rich, and one of the few people to provide her with feelings of safety certainly doesn’t hurt matters. And the only thing that stands in her way of securing this life-saving “win” is Ju-Kyung. Who is she? No one compared to Soo-Jin. Her grades are terrible. She’s not wealthy. She’s pretty… but oh, only with her makeup on. 
Soo-Jin doesn’t need makeup, so why not win this competition by showing the whole school—showing Soo-Ho—what a fraud Ju-Kyung is? 
From Soo-Jin’s perspective she’s done the math and come out on top. Everything that (supposedly) matters she either has equal to Ju-Kyung, or is superior, therefore it’s obvious that Soo-Ho would choose her in the end. She says at much: If I had confessed first you would have loved me first, so now that I have confessed you’ll break up with her. Hell, even Ju-Kyung believes this. She has the nightmare about Soo-Ho learning that Soo-Jin has feelings for him and immediately, publicly breaking up with her. After all, if he suddenly has both as an option the winner is obvious, right? It’s all about competition, what they’ve been taught to believe is a competition: Ju-Kyung through her bullying and Soo-Jin through her abuse. The difference is that Ju-Kyung has had the whole series with Soo-Ho (and others) helping her slowly unlearn this mentality. Soo-Jin had the rug pulled out from under her in an instant. 
Soo-Ho says no, I wouldn’t have loved you if you had confessed first and I’m not going to date you now. It’s important to realize that this shatters Soo-Jin’s entire world. It’s not about a girl being upset that she can’t get the guy — not even about Soo-Ho as an individual, really —  it’s about an abused girl not knowing how to grapple with the fact that she finally did everything “right” and still couldn’t “win,” coupled with losing the last bit of security she had. Soo-Ho broke the unspoken rules Soo-Jin’s father beat into her and she doesn’t know where to go from there. She literally has no one else to turn to. So she falls back on the only way she does know how to handle a situation like this: by still trying to win. If Soo-Ho won’t admit that she’s better, she’ll force him to realize that by plastering Ju-Kyung’s “ugly” face all over social media. Which, to be clear, isn’t an excuse. This isn’t meant to be a way of absolving Soo-Jin of her absolutely horrific actions, only a means of explaining them. Her descent, while shocking to those of us who loved her initial character, is well written because it’s a nuanced look at what can happen when you abuse a kid her whole life and teach her that competition is everything. Oddly enough, she’ll apply a competitive outlook to everything and deal with her stress in unhealthy ways. Ju-Kyung is a victim of Soo-Jin now, but Soo-Jin is a victim too. Her home life has ensured that she does not know how to accept failure—or what true failure even means—so it was inevitable that when things got bad, she’d  try to fix it in ways that hurt both her and those around her. It’s all she knows how to do. 
So far less “Perfect girl goes ooc and abandons her friend over a boy” and far more “Abused girl falls into a terrible, but predictable cycle that the other stressed high schoolers around her are not equipped to break.” Soo-Jin’s story isn’t bad writing, it’s tragic. Thanks for coming to my three page TED talk ✌️
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2/4/21 FINALE UPDATE! 
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