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Play dumb! Not that dumb!
Good Omens s1ep3/s2ep4 - parallels 2/?
#aziraphale#and his tried and true method of playing dumb#i mean hey if it âworkedâ on God...#good omens#good omens s2#good omens parallels#gif set#good omens gif set#a duck talks#a duck gifs#michael sheen#i love him so much
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Can we get more BEN content? Please?
Something super quick!! Iâm just tryna get a feel for his character again cuz I just realized how long itâs been since Iâve worked with him in my AU?! Iâll ramble a bit under the cut
Mandatory reminder that my AU is filled with rewrites largely inspired by my childhood understanding/memories of the stories ⊠itâs not canon in the slightest
Tw for kidnapping(?sorta) and murder under the cut
Ok imma do a better finished pre/post death comparison later. But for now.
Ben in my AU went to a garage sale, found majoras mask, got really excited, and the one selling it to him was like âI have the console come over and we can beat the game togetherâ so Ben started going to this 40 yr old guys house every week.
Once they beat the game, the guy ended up drowning Ben in his bathtub. Itâs cuz he had this huge grand plan to create a true virtual reality where you can really put your soul into a video game, cuz he himself was addicted to video games and escapism and whatnot ⊠specifically inserting himself into a Zelda game. and he had killed several young blonde boys who he thought resembled link, cuz he was doing all these different methods and rituals he read online that he believed would transport a persons soul inside. After he drowned Ben, he put the green tunic over bens zelda shirt + put boots and that damn hat on him + cut his hair to try and resemble link. He waited and waited and reopened the game and played it and tried tweaking it and did everything he could to find evidence that bens soul was in the game. EVIDENTLY THAT SHIT DIDNT WORK.
Well it sorta worked. Bens soul DID get trapped in that game cartridge. But it was more in the way a ghost possesses a doll, not transporting him into the gameâŠ.
Eventually the man was caught for murder, charged, and the video game cartridge (with Bens soul) went into evidence. And it just sat there for a long while.
Eventually it broke, I havenât exactly fleshed out how⊠maybe a dumb detective.. OH MY GOD MAYBE A DETECTIVE WORKING ON JEFFS CASE ??!?! LOL weâll see
And when the cartridge broke, Bens Soul sorta got. Released ?! And obviously he was mad ..
So he just spent a while haunting people, driving people to suicide, being a massive menace on the internet and in peopleâs homes till slendy got involved and was like Benjamin. Do not do this.
Ok obviously this is super messy and I did it on a school bench on my phone cuz my class got cancelled today đ but. Iâll try to get more solid Ben content out cuz heâs just a guy
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How Can You Fluster Them?
Characters: Heartslabyul, Savannaclaw, Octavinelle
Ace Trappola:
- Pretty easily, actually.
- As smug and teasing as he can be, there are quite a few things that get him flustered.
- Bring up how sweet he's acting or how sentimental he seems to watch him sputter furiously in denial; show him direct affection and kindness to watch him blue screen for a second before embarrassedly scoffing about how lame you're being.
- You can fluster him even further by teasing him about how smug he was a second ago. That really gets him.
Deuce Spade:
- While you could tease him about being 'stupid', yes, that is a bit hurtful, and it isn't really the best way.
- Just the opposite. Genuinely complimenting his intelligence, his strengths? That's what catches him off-guard. He doesn't quite know how to acknowledge it when someone truly, genuinely tells him he's not dumb, and him not being an effortless scholar doesn't mean he is.
- There are other ways, of course, like sudden acts of affection, pranks, or even dodging his kisses.
- He gets all red, and a tad defensive. It's the funniest sight.
Riddle Rosehearts:
- Most affection flusters him.
- Seriously. He's never really received it, considering his upbringing, so even things like hugs or kisses on the cheek leave him red. You're not quite certain whether it's more cute or sad.
- He'll get rather huffy if you point it out. It's rather comedic, but you might want to refrain from laughing too much, lest he ends up chastising you.
Trey Clover:
- Pointing out his true brilliance.
- That's the main method. Although he's used to affection, to being told he's a good baker, a nice guy, and whatnot, he's not quite used to having his true potential acknowledged.
- He'll look away with a flush, denying his true intelligence, the true strength of his Unique Magic, or whatever it is you've opted to praise him for.
Cater Diamond:
- Allowing him to be genuine.
- It will take a while, frankly. With most people, Cater dons the personable mask of Cay-Cay the friendly senior, but with time... And patience, he may warm up to you enough to be himself. Be moody, the ultimate hater of sweets, and whatnot.
- He can't help but feel oddly flustered, caught off-guard, really, when you let him complain about the way Riddle was before his overblot, when you make him something salty for a dessert of sorts.
Leona Kingscholar:
- There are quite a few ways.
- If you two are together, he might tease you quite a bit. Reciprocating said teasing is certain to get him huffy and flustered. Teasing in general, really. Dodging his kisses? Headpats? Photoshopping him in cat ears? If you're close enough to him, they'll all work wonderfully.
- And... Genuine understanding flusters him as well. Prioritizing him in small ways, like taking a break from your gaming to talk to him, or allowing him to vent to you.
Ruggie Bucchi:
- Caring for him.
- Ruggie is used to having to act incredibly mature for his age, yes. He's cunning, clever, and responsible, important traits to make up for his disadvantages in life.
- So, when you (jokingly, I would hope) babytalk him, pat him on the head, or ask if he'd like to be the little spoon, it gets him terribly huffy. What's that supposed to mean, huh?
- It's even worse when you genuinely care for him, making him meals, or offering him a massage. It's hard for him to accept help. He's not a kid! He doesn't need the babying! It's worth nothing that he has a very broad interpretation of what counts as "babying". However, he will accept after a while, and be very, very flustered about it.
Jack Howl:
- Teasing him.
- He's always in denial about his softer side, no matter how apparent it becomes that he truly admires or cares for something or someone. He gets terribly flustered at his own sentiment.
- Teasing him about it just makes things worse. Dramatically exclaim how cruel he is because he said he "wasn't concerned for you or anything". Play dumb when he tries to ask for a kiss in a roundabout manner. The result is hilarious.
Azul Ashengrotto:
- There are so many ways to do this.
- Teasing him about his affections, for one. This is the same man who couldn't even admit to caring for his business, who claimed that love made one exploitable. He's already terribly mortified by his own so-called exploitability. Asking if he likes you gets him rather pouty before you're dating.
- Genuine, continued kindness is also rather flustering for him. You- care for him? Wish to see him succeed? You accept his flaws? You don't view him as pathetic for his tears? It's all territory he's terribly unused to.
Jade Leech:
- Standing up for him when he's insulted, for one. Telling the stranger that, no, his mushrooms aren't creepy, they're impressive, they just need to get a hobby. That leaves him shocked for a bit.
- There's also things like being the one to tease him, caring for him, listening to his rambles about mushrooms.
- Those leave him red-faced for a good few seconds. Calling out his flustered state garnets a pointed "Let us move on".
Floyd Leech:
- Initiating affection.
- Really, although he seems lackadaisical most of the time, impossible to fluster, it isn't quite that hard. He isn't used to being kissed, or hugged, or even praised without a certain business-oriented touch.
- So, when you suddenly kiss him, or offer to be the big spoon, or whatnot, he freezes up.
- If you point it out, he gets comedically defensive. Someone needs to tell him how terrible "I-I'm not blushing or whatever, that'd be laaame, so shut up!" Works as a method of denial.
#ace trappola#riddle rosehearts#deuce spade#trey clover#cater diamond#leona kingscholar#jack howl#ruggie bucchi#azul ashengeotto#jade leech#floyd leech#riddle rosehearts x reader#ace trappola x reader#deuce spade x reader#trey clover x reader#cater diamond x reader#jack howl x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#ruggie bucchi x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#jade leech x reader#floyd leech x reader
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Rowanđș
Character Chart
Characterâs full name:
Rowan (No surname)
Reason or meaning of name:
He was born under a Rowan tree in the woods.
Characterâs nickname:
Nobody really calls him nicknames, Ominis has "pet names" but people mainly just call him Rowan.
Birth date:Â 23rd of May 1860
Physical appearance
Age:
30
How old does he appear:
Looks his age. Maybe a little older.
Weight:
Around 240lbs
Height:
6'3
Body build:
Very Muscular.
Shape of face:
Heart face shape.
Eye color:
Blue.
Glasses or contacts:
N/A
Skin tone:
Slightly Tanned.
Distinguishing marks:
Small scaring.
Predominant features:
Pointed ears. Fangs.
Hair color:
Brown.
Type of hair:
Straight.
Voice:
Deep/Gruff.
Overall attractiveness:
VERY (again, same as Volo,my personal opinionđ
)
Physical disabilities:
N/A
Usual fashion of dress:
Casual
Favorite outfit:
Anything Comfortable honestly.
Personality
Good personality traits:
Fiercely Loyal.
Protective.
Caring (to those he likes)
Bad personality traits:
Born Killer.
Snappy.
Generally Impatient
Mood character is most often in:
Perplexed.
Sense of humor:
Dark (and dumb)
Characterâs greatest joy in life:
Having a place to call home.
Characterâs greatest fear:
Losing complete control of himself.
What single event would most throw this characterâs life into complete turmoil?
Accidentally killing someone he cares about.
Character is most at ease when:
Being loved on by his partner/ being in the woods.
Most not at ease when:
Around strangers.
Enraged when:
Pushed too far, regardless of how.
Depressed or sad when:
Thinking about his parents/community.
Characterâs soft spot:
Pets from partner, playing fetch
Is this soft spot obvious to others?:
His partner knows yes, not just anyone knows he enjoys being petted, and playing dog games đ€Ł
Greatest strengths:
Ability to fully control himself in werewolf form.
His strength in general.
Greatest vulnerability or weakness:
Can get too emotional.
Speaks before he thinks.
Biggest regret:
Running away when his parents told him to, the night their community was attacked.
Characterâs darkest secret:
He doesn't really have any secrets.
Does anyone else know?
N/A
Past
Type of childhood:
Up until the attack, peaceful and happy.
Pets:
N/A
First memory:
Running in the woods with his Dad.
Most important childhood memory:
The night his parents were killed.
Education:
N/A
Religion:
N/A
Present
Current home location:
The Den
Currently living with:
Doesn't really "live with" anyone, but there's always people at the Den.
Pets:
N/A
Occupation:
General muscle/Bouncer/fighter.
Family
Mother:
Meadow.
Relationship with her:
Had good relationship.
Father:
Adair.
Relationship with him:
Had good relationship.
Siblings:
Only Child.
Spouse/Partner:
Ominis Gaunt.
Relationship with him:
Strong, intense, loving.
Habits
Hobbies:
Hunting, fighting.
Plays a musical instrument?:
N/A
How he would spend a rainy day:
Being with Ominis or Honestly just sat in the woods relaxing somewhere sheltered, listening and watching the rain.
Spending habits:
Rarely spends a penny tbh.
Smokes:
No.
Drinks:
Likes a drink (can get drunk)
Other drugs:
N/A
What does he do too much of?
Procrastinates.
What does he do too little of?
Sleep.
Extremely skilled at:
Same as his hobbies, Hunting, fighting
Traits
Optimist or pessimist?
It honestly depends on the day.
Introvert or extrovert?
Introvert.
Daredevil or cautious?
Daredevil (he's the "going in there, guns blazing" type)
Logical or emotional?
Emotional.
Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?
Disorderly and messy.
Prefers working or relaxing?
Both.
Confident or unsure of himself
He can be rather unsure of himself quite often
Relationships with others
Opinion of other people in general:
Doesn't really like people.
Does the character hide his true opinions and emotions from others?:
He TRIES too, but can't.
Best friend(s):
Marvolo
Love interest(s):
Ominis Gaunt.
Person character goes to for advice:
Marvolo, Ominis, and sometimes Aurora.
Person character feels responsible for or takes care of:
Ominis.
Person character feels shy or awkward around:
N/A
Most important person(s) in characterâs life before story starts:
His community (until they were killed)
After story starts:
Ominis.
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I'm probably going to post nerdy little rants about star wars every other day now and it's probably going to be related to KOTOR because my dumb ass plays a KOTOR roleplaying server on Neverwinter Nights and I need to get this energy out before I explode on the server group chat.
So like, the Jedi were completely right about the Mandalorian Wars, right?
I mean the time they sat back and watched while the Mandalorians killed a whole lot of people and then told Revan and other Jedi they're doing it wrong when they went out to stop it.
I know KOTOR2 tries to twist it to say that Revan was right for going against the council and fighting the Mandalorians, but that doesn't really sit right with me.
This is a really controversial one, so bare with me. But there's no way that the Jedi were watching what was happening and going "Hrm. We will just let that happen and do nothing." It's been a hot minute since I played KOTOR but if I recall the High Council was planning something before Revan went and Revan'd all over everything.
I feel like the Mandalorian Wars were not an existential threat to the Republic. I'm sure they felt like one, but these guys were just then adopting the idea of logistics and support lines, and one of the neat little themes kotor was pushing was that the Sith Empire and the Neo-Crusaders were basically the same thing. So if the Sith Empire is destined to collapse into infighting and betrayal, then it's ergo facto that the Neo-Crusaders likely would too. Maybe a leap to make, but I feel confident in saying that the Mandalorians maybe wouldn't have lasted. Killing a dude and stealing his mask is a pretty poor method of choosing a government.
The Republic's main issue against the Mandalorians was that they were taken off guard, the campaign guide for the older rpg system also added a whole thing about how there was an economic crisis and to revitalize the economy the Republic was giving free security on shipping lines to publicly traded companies, but capitalists gonna capitalist and so Czerka and Pals were gaming the system causing the Republic military to be absurdly stretched out by the time the wars rolled around. That's probably not really canon in the games but it's a fun idea and I like it. Either way, The Republic was taken off guard. Was there really a point in the war where they were put *on guard*? Was it before or after Revan. Who's to say that Revan whipping the Republic into shape was more of a case of good timing than anything else?
So yeah, Mandalorian wars probably not an existential threat to the Republic but, again, I'm sure they felt like one. And then here comes Revan, getting people riled up, leading the armies, kicking ass, taking names, and fighting the bloodiest war the galaxy had ever fucking seen. Like, holy shit. There was a lot of blood. Dxun had soldiers throwing themselves on mines just to clear fields for people to run in and kill some more. It's gruesome. 10 Republic Troopers to kill 1 Mandalorian. That's the kind of K/D ratio Revan, hero of the Republic was cheering about.
That's just fucking insane isn't it? 10 to 1? Revan wasn't leading an army he was playing Imperial Guard in 40k. He would send out soldiers to die as "feints", including throwing people into minefields. Nice protecting the galaxy asshole, your tactics are responsible for killing so much of it.
And that's intentional, right? Even outside the ideas of "Revan was weakening the Republic so he could take it over" or "Revan was weeding out the weak so that the Republic could become strong enough to face the True Sith Empire" or whatever, it's just kind of the idea that Revan's tactics were brutal, aggressive and while they killed a lot of Mandalorians they also got a lot of Republic Troopers killed too.
It was never about protecting the galaxy.
One of Revan's tactics was to abandon planets to the Mandalorians, let them take it, so that they had to stretch their defensive line further. Then they'd attack and take the planet back, disregard what happens to the people still on the planet when that happens.
Revan's strategy was "Victory at all costs", and "Moral Shortcuts" were common place.
Revan's victories aren't described as "Defeating" the Mandalorians. He annihilated them.
Revan's name comes from Revanchist in universe. I'll give one guess on what that means.
It was never about protecting the galaxy, it was about killing Mandalorians. Emphasis on Never, no off screen Sith influenced Revan to act like this. This wasn't the result of Revan experiencing the horrors of war, it was the choice he made from the start. The Jedi didn't go to war to protect people, they didn't go to war to save the galaxy. They went to war to kill Mandalorians. To get Revenge.
This is why stuff like the Revan book bothers me, where the idea is that Revan went to war as a good little Jedi and was corrupted by evil Siths. Or KOTOR2, where they make Revan into a 4D chess playing super genius who actually never fell to the dark side kind of not really.
Revan going to war from the start was wrong. It was not the Jedi way.
#star wars#kotor#kotor 2#mandalorian wars#revan#I'm going to keep talking about this stuff and no one can stop me#Everyone who got mad at âIt's not about destroying what you hate it's about protecting what you loveâ in The Last Jedi are dum dums.#rambling
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My Writing Setup (ft Zettelkasten)
My writing journey so far has been an endless road of pushbacks and trying to conform to the conventions, without much luck. So (only very recently) I've decided to just throw all of my previous knowledge out of the window and try to figure out what actually feels good to do, because I get snagged on the smallest of stuff, i.e. "it's 5 min past a whole hour, ergo too late to start"-type of things.
After a whirlwind of experimenting with various ideas and methods, I have landed on the Zettelkasten side of the internet. If you've never heard of it before, then I urge you to check it out here: https://zettelkasten.de/ . The Zettelkasten community is surprisingly active and is (at least partly) lead by some German guy, who does a lot of his podcasts and vlogs with a bare upper body. I choose to believe that this is optional, but it might be crucial for especially intense work. The original method was used to more effectively put together scientific articles, after all.
Anyway, the purebred Zettelkasten method, much like the purebred Bullet Journal method, is kind of intense for casuals. I've tried both in their full glory and it got messy real quick, so my advice is to start off with the bare minimum and work up to a level that feels comfortable to you. Always stop and think about your needs the moment you feel the slightest mental or physical resistance at any point - in the end, all of these 'second brain' methods are suggestions and the only true good method is the one you regularly use. Also, only you yourself need to understand it, so no need to cater to 'conventional logic'.
So the Zettelkasten method, at its core, is basically a personal Wiki, which connects snips of knowledge together on an even playing field (i.e. there is no "History" or "Maths" notebook, but a single monster book of "stuff"). The glroy of it is that you have these base notes that you can then link and connect to others and make up very complex thoughts. The original method was implemented purely on paper, so it's very versatile, once you understand the basic. For me however, paper is a fire hazard, so I use Obsidian, which again can go as hardcore as you want, but I use very basic functions. But maybe more on that in a separate post.
There have been talks on the Zettelkasten formus of some people trying to write creative fiction with it, but I'm not quite sure how they do it. For me, I have dumbed the system down significantly. Various scenes and worldbuilding facts in my stories are separate notes. My brain doesn't necessarily know everything about my WIPs in advance, but I know the general order of events, general "rules" and I have vivid scenes in my mind. So I just .. write them :) In any order at any time I'm inclined to write. I have a series of master notes that links to various topics and everything links to each other. "Editing" is going to a random note and checking both the text and links. If something no longer works, then it's a separate note and doesn't need to go anywhere - it can just stay there for future linking and/or reference. Once I'm ready to put some chapter together, then the scenes are already there and it's just a matter of putting them in some cohesive order and connecting them, which is a challenge, but way easier than figuring them out outright. If I need to check some descriptions for consistency, then 'stable' things link to the same note (for example some specific character), so it's way easier to check the details. If I really like some setting, I can describe it to my hearts content - it may not be used in my current WIP, but maybe it'll be perfect for some other future WIP.
Anyway, this is a whole lifestyle, to be sure, and I'm basically at the beginning of it. So this will definitely be a repeated topic on this blog :)
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To the adult heroes and villains: How would you react to someone if that person is similar in many ways to whom theyâre either a fan of and/or have a crush on
(Me in particular for a handsomely fluffy banjo-playing monster cause Iâm a country boy who lives in the woods and generally avoid people outta fear đ)
Princess Morbucks: [scrambling for the ask] I wanna answer this one! I WANNA ANSWER THIS ONE!
Mojo Jojo: [holding the ask high in the air] You may NOT answer it! This message clearly states that the adults of Townsville should be the ones answering such a mature message. That does not include immature, whiny little brats who cannot keep their bratty mouths shut. [sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry at her]
Princess Morbucks: Oh, youâre one to talk about not keeping their mouth shut, jerk! [scrunches her face and sticks her tongue back out at him]
Him: [plucks the ask from Mojoâs grasp, tisking] You two are quite possibly the most immature and unlikable out of anyone here, hardly the kind of personalities that would scream âcrushâ material.
Mojo Jojo: [gestures angrily towards himself] I will have you know that I am the only villain in this series with at least two canonical girlfriends, so it is already proven that I am quite well liked romantically, thank you very much.
Sedusa: [filing her nails] I heard you Frankensteinâd one of them in pathetic desperation and got massively tricked by the other.
Mojo Jojo: [blushing furiously, balling his fists] Wh- b- well! At least I donât have to resort to the pathetic methods you employ in order to succeed in my crimes. I would hardly call throwing oneself onto stupid lovesick saps a worthy evil superpower.
Princess Morbucks: [wrinkling her nose at Sedusa] Or wearing your underwear on the outside all the time, for that matter.
Sedusa: [shoots them a dirty look] Itâs a lot more effective than building tons of dumb robots, Dunstin, and a whole lot cheaper than spending money on expensive gadgets. [smirks] Thereâs much less overhead to be had in under-the-table schemes, if you know what I mean.
Princess Morbucks: I donât get it.
Mojo Jojo: [visibly grossed out] Do not even try to.
Him: I suppose I was wrong~⊠[waving the ask around as he cackles] I would hardly call any of the villains of this town mature. Letâs hope thereâs no one out there into any one of you. Now, when it comes me, of courseâ
Ace: [jumps up and grabs the ask from Himâs claw] Hey! We ainât mature neither anâ plenty of people like us!
Lâil Arturo: [sticks his tiny arms out proudly] SĂ, mi abuela says weâre the most handsome boys in Townsville!
Ms. Bellum: [snags the ask from Ace] Ahem. I believe that we were also asked to respond?
Professor Utonium: Yes, they did say heroes were allowed to answer this question as wellâŠ
Ms. Keane: [hands planted on her hips] I would hope that people would have enough sense not to idolize villains.
Ace: [snatches the ask back from Ms. Bellum] Whatever! You goody-goody good guys are way too lame. Youâre just jealous we all got tons of fans who wanna be like us and dig us and you dorks donât.
Snake: Yeah! You hate usssss âcause ya ainât usssss!
Grubber: PFFFFFFFBTTTT PFFFBT PFFFT! PBFFFTTTT!!
Ace: Yeah, true, I take it back, Ms. Bellum actually ainât that bad.
Ms. Bellum: [sighs] Just give us the ask and let us answer it, alright?
Princess Morbucks: [fuming] I saw it first and I wanna answer it!
Sedusa: Oh, can it, kid. [holds out her hand] Come on Ace, sweetie, give it to someone who actually has admirers.
Mojo Jojo: Yes! Exactly! [tries jumping for the ask] Ugh! Hand it back to someone who can actually answer this query, someone with actual experience in this department!
Ace: [dangling the ask high in the air] Oh, really, youse all want this? Well come anâ take it!
[everyone pounces on top of one another, whipping up a huge dusty fight]
[the ask suddenly floats out from the fight and onto the ground]
Fuzzy Lumpkins: [saunters by holding his boomstick, hearing all the commotion, picks up the ask, reading it upside down] Well, fer the life of me I canât read none oâ what yâallâre hollerinâ âboutâŠ
Princess Morbucks: [is suddenly spat out from the fight dust cloud] Oof! [sees Fuzzy and rolls her eyes] Oh, I dunno, some weirdo wrote in an ask I wanted to answer⊠hey, actually, they said something about liking you or that they act like you or something. [scoffs] I was gonna say they were crazy, butâ
Fuzzy Lumpkins: [eyes grow wide] What? This was fer me? Me?! Yâall STOLE MY MESSAGE?! Yâall put yer mitts on myyyyy PROPERTY?!
[the dust cloud stops as everyone freezes in place mid-fight]
[Fuzzy cocks his boomstick]
Professor Utonium: [suddenly very pale] âŠshould we, uh, run?
Ace: [equally pale, gulping] Looks like it, pops. Letâs cheese it, fellas!
#and fuzzyâs boomstick followed them into the night#powerpuff q&a#ONCE AGAIN I WROTE A FANFIC I AM SORRY#this went way off the rails because I actually initially read it wrong but uh#I think fuzzy would be right pleased to know someone likes him đ#or that they even act like him! iâm sure it would be flatterinâ#also sorry it took so long for me to answer đ„ș
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Prompt/Part 1 â Part 2 â
Part 3 â Memory Meal (Under My Skin â Jukebox The Ghost)
Longer chapter that may deserve some content warnings! Flashback to whumpee in cage (not explicit/POV), implied/mentioned captivity, mistreatment of individuals (mentioned), injuries (listed, mentioned)
Truthfully, Carrie didnât know why it took so long for them to make this discovery. They should have just treated this case as they did every other: business as usual.Â
Carrie suspected that their success with most of the institutes patients is a result of the tried and true method of treating people normally. Yes, Carrie was also professionally trained in all the practical aspects of the job, but it was the softer skills that had greater effect. Their last resident needed to heal from severe leg injuries, but Carrie was almost more proud the day she had spoken kindly than the day she could walk again.Â
They smiled as they remembered her, Rosiaâa young woman who came to their home so full of rage and righteous fury and left with a little more hope in her heart. Not a completely new personâshe was just as biting with compliments as she was with cursesâbut Carrie liked to think she would find the good things with a little more ease than she had before. The stars knew she needed it.Â
Reflecting on all the most recent patients, Carrie found the idiosyncrasies of their most recent caseâŠnot disturbing, but it made them more uneasy than their typical case.Â
Carrie loved musicâeverything from punk to classicalâand would play it often throughout the day. Most of their patients had their own favourites too, making it easier to bond with them over the shared interest. Willow was the first time Carrie had decided to hold back.
Susceptible to audio/visual cues. Prone to overreact. Easily stimulated. Danger to the public.Â
Those were only a few of the least worrying lines on the first page of the patient report they received those few weeks ago. They were expecting someone like a firecracker, like Rosia, or someone âviolentâ like Lexâwho at most could be called defensiveâbut instead an entourage from the institute arrived just to deliver a stoic Willow.Â
In a cage. A cage barely tall enough to stand in and uncomfortable to sit in.
Before they even brought Willow inside, four of the institute officers came in to do an audit of their home. When Carrie had said that the institute did their annual audit just four months ago, the lead officer had simply said this was a âspecial case.â
Getting information out of those officers was like pulling teeth.Â
The officers scattered across their home, even inspecting the field beyond the porch. Then they asked where the cell was. At that point Carrie pulled their own rank and announced theyâd take it from here. The officers were skeptical but acquiesced. They looked eager to leave despite pitying looks at Carrie.
The lead left last with words of warning.
âKeep âem in the cage. I know youâre gonna wanna take âem out as soon as I leaveâI read your files, donât deny itâbut at least this once, follow the institutes instructions to the letter. At the very least, keep âem locked up for a day or two.âÂ
Carrie had wanted to respond, but he continued: âI like you. Heard good things, and you do good work. So Iâd really hate to be called in to clean up your body. Whatever would be left of it, anyway.âÂ
Either oblivious to or ignoring Carrieâs growing horror, he finished with a quick, âJust tie âem up when you feed âem and donât hesitate to call for backup.â Then he pat them on the shoulder and took his leave.Â
Carrie had stood there in dumb shock for a good minute after the door shut.Â
Their kitchen timer went off and pulled them out of the memory, but they couldnât shake their initial impressionâespecially when it was so far from what Willow was actually like around them alone.Â
Willow was their highest rated patient to date, and yet there had not been any serious incidents at all.Â
Granted, there was the time with the spoonâŠÂ
Spoon. They needed a spoon for the salad bowl.Â
Carrie refocused their efforts on preparing the dinner according to the diet requirements outlined in Willowâs patient folder. They doubted this diet would sustain a healthy human, let alone someone recovering from broken ribs, malnutrition, and a painful amount of bruises and lacerations.Â
Carrie had long begun taking the institutes words as guidelines rather than law. No one had reprimanded them for it (not severely, anyway) so they assumed some reading between the lines was expected. All the food groups were covered and allergies were respected, but Carrie did enjoy taking liberties with how they did so. Cooking was not only useful, but an enjoyable way to de-stress.
Taking the chicken out of the oven, Carrie chanced a look around the corner and caught a glimpse ofânothing. They frowned slightly as they plated two servings. They were really hoping Willow would sleep some more.Â
As expected, once the cutlery clattered onto the table, it only took a few moments for Willow to meander into the kitchen. Carrie gave them a warm smile. They havenât exchanged any words, but they adapted rather smoothly to a quiet system and schedule.Â
Willow slipped into a seat at the island table and rested their hands in their lap as they waited for Carrie to seat themself. Once they had taken their spot at the head of the island, Willow gave a polite nod and took up their fork.Â
Their hand still shook a little, but they were able to cut the chicken into bite sized pieces using the edge of the fork.Â
Dinner was a quiet thing. Willow would only nod or shake their head slightly every now and then. Carrie decided not to bring up the music. Attempts at conversation died soon after, but the silence was comfortable.Â
Tomorrow, Carrie would begin Operation Music Festival.Â
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#Carrie#Willow#my cake#recovery#recovery whump#captivity whump#captivity#rehabilitation#vibrating because I am starting to really like these characters#not what I usually write but lovin it#hope you liked the longer chapter :))#again: feel free to comment/send an ask about what you'd like to see! maybe i'll fit it in#better yet give me title ideas lmao#non verbal whumpee#if u couldnt tell this chap is me trying to shove exposition down your throats in a smooth and subtle way B) (not subtle at all)#i already have THOUUUGHHHTSSS about Carrie and the institute guys i'm ready
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sign:Â so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothingâs wrong here?
Clint squinted up from the couch, the glare of the sun pouring in the window obscuring his view of her expression. He could see her hands just fine, unfortunately, but the look of confusion didn't leave his face. Playing dumb was a tried and true method, and he'd stick with it on pain of death. "Talk about what?" he signed back. He'd left his hearing aids⊠somewhere. On a shelf, maybe. Or in the bathroom?
He groaned softly, his back protesting the fact that he'd passed out on the couch as he pushed himself upright. If he'd drank too much the night before, it was in lieu of painkillers, coupled with the tracksuit mafia's most recent ass-kicking. He felt like shit and guessed he looked about the same. It wasn't morning, judging by the light, which meant he'd slept through it into afternoon. "Is there coffee?" he signed.
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Just Make it BetterïœĄ*.â§
Pairing | Eddie Munson x bartender!reader
Warnings | 18+ only, porn with a fair bit of plot, swearing, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, AU where the pull out method is infallible, he comes on reader but like in a romantic way.Â
Word Count | ~4,830
A/N | Eddie: that's what's killing the kids!!! Me, twirling my hair: haha, wow, so true, Eddie.
It was super fun to watch stranger things 4 late and say to myself, wow Eddie is so cute, I wonder if thereâs any fics of him, then hop on tumblr and find out he's the internet's latest boyfriend. Happy to be here with you all.Â
âHi, sweet boy,â you coo, squatting down to let the little black and white cat rub his face against your hand. When you place the plate down for him, he lets you keep petting him for a while before he goes for it, as if he knows thatâs the price of the food you bring him each night.Â
Youâve been affectionately calling him Banjo, after the instrument that was playing in the bar the first time you saw him, when he was all skin and bones. His fur is softer and fuller since you first encountered him mewling by the dumpster behind the Hideout. Steady meals and a little love have brought back his willingness to groom himself. âYouâre looking real cute these days, mister.â
âYou really know how to make a guy jealous.â You jump at the sudden voice from behind, falling on your ass on the ground beside your stray friend. Banjo, who has become less jumpy the longer youâve known him, doesnât even look up from his dinner.Â
âJesus Christ, Eddie!â You yell, pushing yourself up to stand, rubbing your hands on the front of your denim shorts.
You should have known heâd appear. He never let a Tuesday go by without talking to you, but youâd thought you could avoid him today. Banjo was probably here twenty minutes ago, waiting for you, but you kept yourself behind the bar until Eddie and his band were almost finished on the makeshift stage in the corner of the Hideout. Youâd thought, foolishly, that he might take the hint and leave before you came back inside.Â
If he had, it would have guaranteed you another week of not going home with him.
âDidnât mean to scare you,â he says in earnest, having the humility to look a little guilty. âJust wondering why the little guy gets all the compliments.â
You donât answer, embarrassed that Eddie saw you acting like that. All soft for a dumb cat. He might get ideas about the kind of person you are.
âWhat are you doing out here, anyway?â
âWas looking for you. Wanted to tell you the big news,â he grins, widening his arms. âYou are looking at a member of the Hawkins High graduating class of 1986. Got the diploma and everything.â
Your look is impassive. âAmazing to think what somebody can achieve in just ten years.â
âOnly six, actually,â he corrects, joy unwavering. He watches you pick up Banjoâs plate and give him a couple long strokes down his back, standing to the side to keep the back door open and allow you through.Â
âSo, whatâs next, Eddie? Let me guess. MIT, right?â
Itâs mean, you know it is. But you canât help yourself when it comes to him.Â
When you first started working at the Hideout, the Summer after you yourself graduated, you tried keeping him at armâs length gently. You were all one word answers for a while. But he could deal with that, easily. Half the kids in his club started like that. Heâd coaxed every one of them out of their shell, building them up from shy, quiet boys to almost-men willing to stand on a shitty little stage and play their own music in front of a whole room of people whoâd maybe rather they werenât there.
So youâd changed tack. Instead, for the last year, youâve been trying to beat him away. Trying to make it as clear as possible.
Iâm not worth it. Iâm not good for you. I wonât ever make you happy.Â
The success of this tactic had been hampered, you knew, by the way you let him take you back to his uncleâs trailer every once in a while.
âIâve got plans,â Eddieâs eyes sparkle, more sure of himself than a new graduate has any right to be.
âAnd these plans involve continuing to play here every Tuesday,â
âWell, I know youâd miss our little chats,â he says. âBesides, we are technically supposed to get paid for playing here, and I havenât actually seen Tommy in like two months?âÂ
You hum. That sounds about right. Tommy had started to make a habit of letting you close up on Tuesdays, especially. âTry letting him smack your ass next time you see him,â you answer. âThat usually puts him in a good enough mood to pay properly.âÂ
Eddie makes a face like heâs considering it. âWeâll maybe make that Plan B.â
That almost earns him a smile, but you push it down. âGreat, now, get out from behind the bar.â
Eddie bows his head a little like heâs apologising. He jogs round the bar, hair flying behind him before he settles himself on the stool across from you.Â
âHoney?â You glance down the bar at one of the regulars. âCan I get two beers for me and my buddy?â
âUh-huh, which buddyâs that, Murphy?â He makes a non committal noise, gesturing vaguely behind him. âYeah, nice try, but we agreed, three tops. This is the last one, then itâs Pepsi for the rest of the night, okay?â
He grunts, but doesnât complain, just grabbing the open beer you hand him and returning to his place at the edge of the room.Â
You glance at Eddie, finding him smiling at you warmly. âSo, what did you think of the show?â
You purse you lips, trying to look like youâre really thinking about it. âYou certainly make me appreciate the talents of real musicians, Eddie.â
In truth, you admire Eddie and his friends, playing their music every Tuesday for an audience that barely realises theyâre there. And itâs good; loud and real and alive. Stuff youâd listen to in the car, if you had one, and if they ever made a real record.
And you like watching him play, especially. Eddie has always had confidence you couldnât believe, but when heâs got a guitar in his hands itâs like it has somewhere to go. The way he looks with his head thrown back, hair wild about his face. Itâs half the reason you tried to avoid him tonight, knowing you were too worked up to say no if he asked to take you back to his.
âYour children are waiting on you,â you tell him, looking pointedly behind him at his bandmates who you know for a fact are too young to be in here. Theyâre watching both of you with the dumb grins boys get when their friends talk to a girl. God, you can believe he just graduated. This feels exactly like being in high school.Â
âI can, uh, give them a ride and come back for you, if you want,â he says, gently, scratching the side of his neck.Â
You swallow, knowing exactly what will happen if you let Eddie bring you back to his trailer. You mentally count how long itâs been since you let him touch you. At least a month. Longer, if the warmth between your thighs is any indicator.Â
This is the worst part. However you say it, accepting his invitation is telling him that youâre thinking about him, that you want him.Â
âOkay,â you say lightly. Looking away from his eyes, so intent on you.Â
âYeah?â He grins, throwing his shoulders back and nodding. âOkay, I will see you at one then.â
You hum, still trying to make it seem like you donât care either way. When heâs gone, you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment and regret. Fuck, why couldnât you just tell him, once and for all, that you arenât interested. Heâd listen, you know he would. He wouldnât like it, but if you really told him that you didnât want to keep doing this, that he should stop talking to you, stop inviting you home, then he would.Â
Youâre resigned to it, the rest of the night. Even as youâre flipping chairs on top of tables, youâre rehearsing what to say. Listen, Iâm just gonna go home, you plan out every word in your head. I donât think this is going where you want it to, Eddie, and weâll both be better off if you leave me be from now on.
Only, there he is at the window, smiling and waving at you like an excited boy about to take you to prom.Â
He even opens the passenger door of his van for you.
The whole way, he talks at you easily, letting you wallow in silence. He tells you about his final month at high school, the way heâd clawed his way towards a D in English, which surprises you, given how much he reads.Â
Itâs strange, listening to him talk about something that feels so long ago, now, for you. But you were there, together at one point, even if you never spoke to Eddie at all while you were. Different circles, different friends. Not that any of yours lasted past senior year. Eddie was the only person you talked to from school, these days.Â
It has you thinking, what it would have been like if youâd spoken to Eddie, properly, when you were in high school still. What would he have thought of you, if he knew you before life decided things were a little too good and kicked you in the teeth? Would he like you better without the jagged edges? Would you let him be sweet with you, outside of his bed, like he wants to be?
Eddie lets you into his trailer first, directing you straight to his bedroom, as always, after the one time Wayne had come home early. He hadnât caught you on your knees for Eddie, the way you had been when you heard his car pull up in the middle of the night. But he had caught sight of you disappearing into the bathroom. He had seen Eddie standing there with your bra held behind his back, trying to casually untuck his shirt from his newly pulled up pants to cover the wet patch where you had pressed your mouth over the denim just to see him throw his head back.Â
It had taken him two months to get you here again.
âSo, they both have girlfriends?â You ask, incredulous, breathing out smoke that already has you a little more relaxed, a little giggly with him. Heâs telling you about the youngest in his group, and the weird way they try to one up each other when they talk about the girls that conveniently both live in different states.
âSo they claim,â he nods, taking the offered joint from your fingers and resting it in the ashtray beside his bed. âAmazing how times change. Girls were certainly not impressed by guys that play fantasy games, when I was fifteen.â
You hum, not sure thatâs true. You remember Eddie at fifteen. He was just starting to grow his hair out, and it looked crazy, sure. But his eyes were as they are now, big and expressive.Â
âMaybe not when you were fifteen, but donât tell me you havenât had a couple cheerleaders going through a rebellious phase in this bed over the years.â Thereâs a pause, and you catch Eddie glancing up at the ceiling. You howl a laugh. âI fucking knew it. Some metalhead you are. You liked the same girls all those basketball players were into.â
âNo need to be jealous, sweetheart,âÂ
That has you rolling your eyes, whether heâs right or not. âAs if Iâd be jealous of Hayley Matthews.â You watch his eyes for a twitch, any hint of being caught out, but heâs just watching you, unamused. âOlivia? Zoe Miller!â His expression is unflinching, increasingly frustrating you. You grab his wrist and squeeze. âCâmon, tell me!âÂ
He tries to shake your hand off his wrist but you just hold on to it with the other, opening your mouth to try and irritate him more when he grabs your hands in his and presses them together, pinning them against your stomach. Arousal zings up your back, the wetness between your legs that has been there since he first strummed a chord at the bar suddenly much more noticeable.Â
None of this gets past Eddie, who shakes his head at you in disapproval, voice harsh. âYou know, youâre getting kind of predictable, sweetheart.âÂ
You rub your thighs together, anticipation making your head a little fuzzy already. Youâre so close to getting what you want from him. In a second, heâll flip you over and tug off your shorts, pull your hips up and bend himself over your back. Then heâll give you his cock, and his groans in the air above your head. Heâll let you bite his sheets and smell him on them. Soon youâll feel good and owned until your head is empty, like you want it.
Only, Eddie just lets your hands go, and backs away from you. You watch, fighting a pout as he stands by the bed and removes his t-shirt, grinning at the way your eyes dart between his tattoos, his necklace, then back to his face. He reaches for you, grasps your hips and this is it. But heâs not turning you over. Heâs pulling you towards him, your ass almost hanging off the side of his mattress, his big hands resting on your hips. He lets you squirm and avoid eye contact for a second before he works the button of your shorts open, pulling them down your legs and off your feet. He throws them over his shoulder in a way that might make you laugh at him if he werenât staring at you like that.Â
Eddie hums, hooking his arms under your legs to open them up for him. He leans his body over yours, and for a second you think heâs going to kiss you. But his lips find your neck instead, soft kisses he trails down to the neckline of your shirt. He shoves the fabric of it up, up and over your chest, face still pressed against your collar bone when he tucks his fingers into your bra to pull it down over your tits.Â
You let him do everything wordlessly, not exactly able to complain even if heâs doing this softer, slower than you normally get him to. His breath goes a little funny when he pulls back to glance at your chest, but heâs back to himself in a second, burying his face against the skin between your tits before he drags his lips up to pull at your nipple. You feel a little bit of teeth on the sensitive skin and whimper, pushing the heel of your hand into his sheets.Â
You moan outright when he rubs his thumb against your clit over your panties, digging the material between your lips. You feel his grin against the underside of your breast, then on the skin by your belly button and above your panties. âEddie,â you say, trying to sound put together even as he has you ready to beg. âYou donât have to.â
He pulls your panties to the side with one hand and glides his fingers up your pussy with the other, stopping at your clit to give you a little rub with the rough pads of his guitarist fingers. âI can see that,â he answers, grinning and dropping to his knees by the edge of the bed. He pulls your panties further to the right and out to let him get his head where he wants it.Â
You cry out his name when he gets his mouth on you, immediately lifting your hips up and off the bed with your feet on the edge. You feel his laugh against your cunt as he presses you gently back down to the mattress. Thereâs no teasing, just his wet, soft tongue playing with your button, drifting down to give your hole a wide lick before heâs back looking after your clit.Â
Your hand is gentle, threading through the hair at the top of his head to hold him to you, even though he doesnât even pull away for a second. You dare yourself to look away from his ceiling, down your own torso to his face between your legs, whining to find him with his eyes already on you.Â
You feel the tips of his fingers circling your hole, rubbing over your entrance before letting them glide inside, pressing immediately against the spot that has you throwing your other hand down to his hair and grasping him tighter.Â
Everything is numb but the pleasure building deep in your cunt, his soft hair between your fingers and your thighs. âEddie,â you gasp, needing something, you donât know what. You whine, wanting him to know what to do to make it happen for you, like he always does. âEddie, please.â
He shakes his head between your thighs, his tip of his tongue bullying your clit, and then heâs pulling your hand from his hair. Turning his palm to yours, he curls his ringed fingers between yours, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.Â
You squeeze his big hand as he pushes you over, hips jerking against his face wildly. You cry out at the intensity of him still playing with your twitching button as the pleasure in that spot becomes unbearable. He gives your clit one final kiss, a little suction between his lips that has you slamming both your hands against the mattress repeatedly. When he takes his fingers from your pussy, you can feel the slick that follows them leaking out of you. Without hesitation, Eddie buries his fingers in his mouth, tongue dragging between them as he pulls them back out, already clean of you.Â
The other hand, still grasped in your own, he brings to his lips as he stands. He presses his swollen, wet lips to the back of it, along your knuckles.Â
When he untangles your fingers, your chest aches.
âCâmon,â he says, so gentle. âWant you naked.âÂ
You pull your top over your head, relief at the new cool air on your heated skin almost overwhelming. Eddie focuses on getting your underwear off while you remove your bra, then he tugs your socks off your feet.Â
He smiles at you, tilting his head. His gaze moves over you, up from your swollen cunt to your face, which youâre sure is giving away everything youâre feeling. A little shock, some nerves. All your adoration.Â
âSo pretty, all over,â he says, kissing your knee thatâs still tucked up to keep you open for him. âPretty cunt, pretty tits, pretty face,â he grins against your skin. âPretty girl.â
You canât help yourself when you giggle, feeling a little manic from what just happened. Eddieâs eaten you out before, lots. Before and after heâs had his cock in you. But not like that, never so gentle yet frantic, like he was desperate to do it, not to get you wet enough for him, but to make you feel legless and soft on his bed.Â
You miss his hand in yours.Â
The metallic jangle of his belt buckle has you shaking your hips in excitement, wanting him now, now, now.Â
âI know,â Eddie says, unzipping his pants and pushing them down over his narrow hips. His thick cock is flushed pink, his balls heavy and swollen and fuzzy with dark hair. The sight of his cock has you wrapping your hands around the back of your legs and pulling back, not even feeling judged or insecure when he laughs at your movement, but just more desperate.Â
Eddie takes some deep, slow breaths, wrapping his hand around his swollen cock and pulling the skin back over his wet, sticky head. You donât know why youâre not telling him to hurry up, youâre feeling desperate enough for it. But it doesnât feel like your place right now, to tell him what to do with himself, or with you.Â
Eddie watches your face as he drags the head of his cock up, his wide head catching your hole then pushing at your sensitive clit. Your mouth sits open, ready to moan when he finally gives it to you, but for now youâre just gasping, giving him little girlish whines that have his cock twitching in his hand.
He breathes out through his nose when he catches his cock against your entrance a final time, sliding himself into your wet, clenching cunt and groaning through his closed mouth.Â
You clasp onto his shoulders as he builds his pace, stroking himself in and out of you steadily, the wet sound of your cunt clasping onto him filling the room. His hair falls round the sides of his head, and you wish that heâd tuck it behind his shoulders so you could see his lovely face better.Â
He does, throwing his head back like a lion shaking its mane to get it out of his face, making you breathe a quick laugh. Eddieâs eyes are so soft on you, then, his hands gentle on your hips. âYou wanted to see me, huh?âÂ
He always knows.Â
âMmm-hmm,â you whine, fingers digging into him.
âYou like looking at me while I fuck you?â You shift your hips against his, dizzy with the questions when you donât want to be thinking anymore, not when his cock is finally getting good use of your cunt like you wanted. âCâmon,â he murmurs, leaning over you, his face now close to yours. Oh, that makes you squeeze around him, enough that you see him pull his eyebrows together. âYou like looking at me?â
âYeah,â you whine, hoping thatâs the last of it.
âYouâre usually so mean to me,â he breathes, hand coming up to stroke the hair back from your forehead. You mewl at the stuttered thrusts he gives you, grasping him pleadingly. âSo fucking mean all the time, but thatâs okay.â He smiles at you, thumb stroking over the top of your cheek. âItâs what you need, so you can be good for me like this. Isnât that right?âÂ
Youâre staring at his big eyes, your vision steadily blurring. âYes, Eddie,â
âYeah, I thought so, baby,â he coos, pressing kisses under your eyes. âAnd youâre so good for me when I get my cock inside you,â he nods you through your cry, letting you know itâs all okay. âSo good for me when I touch you.â
âI wanna be good,â you tell him, feeling overwhelmed, but suddenly desperate for him to know.Â
âOh, sweetheart,âÂ
âI wanna be good, Eddie,â you cry, tears finally falling down the sides of your eyes. He hushes you, holding your face in his big hands, thumbs wiping the wetness away from your burning cheeks. You squeeze his shoulders, wanting him to kiss you.Â
Itâs like he knows. He always fucking knows. Eddie presses his soft lips to yours, breathing in your cries from the constant movement of him over you, inside you. He draws his hips back, then up as he pushes in and oh God.Â
âEddie,â you gasp.
âThatâs it, yeah?â You nod desperately, reaching out almost blind through the tears in your eyes to find his hand and drag it to the top of your cunt, his laugh above you breathy. âIâve got you,â Eddie says, letting you press his fingers to your clit. He flattens three of them against your sensitive button, rubbing in wide circles that have your thighs shaking.Â
You realise suddenly that youâve been holding your breath, feeling it fall out of you in a wail. You stare at his face as the feeling builds, spreading from the spot the head of Eddieâs cock is dragging against with each thrust to your clit and up your spine. His cheeks are spotted pink, the hair covering his forehead frizzy but for where itâs sticking to his skin. His wide eyes are intent on yours as he nods. âCâmon,â he says, his cock twitching and you realise he needs you to get yours first. âLet me feel it, then Iâll give you my cum all over your little pussy, just how you like.â
Your whole body spasms when you come, your toes curling, your legs pushing up and out enough that Eddie has to put some effort into keeping you in place. Heâs murmuring praise all the way through, telling you how good you are for him, how nice your little pussy feels clenching and pulling at his cock.Â
âYou, now,â you say, encouraging him along, wanting to see him and feel the evidence of his pleasure on you.Â
Eddie gives a long groan, and you feel his cock twitch and flex inside before he drags himself from your hole. It sounds like it hurts to leave your warmth, and a little, insane, part of you thinks about telling him to put it back in and cum inside, if thatâs what he wants.Â
But heâs already at the edge. You watch through hooded eyes as he plays with his cock over your sex, curling his body over yours and slapping his hand on the mattress by your head. You place your palm on the side of his neck and he kisses your wrist quickly, groaning against your skin when he comes, ropes of him landing on your wet, clenching pussy.Â
His hips twitch in the air as he coaxes out the final drops, letting himself rub his head against your sensitive clit, leaving his cum there even as your body twitches and jumps in protest.Â
Your hand keeps rubbing the side of his neck without you even thinking about it, drifting up to scratch at the back of his head when he falls into you, his face pressed into the skin between your tits. You feel a little numb all over, apart from the space when his warm breath is leaving your skin hot and wet.Â
Eddie kisses the inside of your breasts quickly, making to pull away but youâre grabbing him, wrapping your arms under his and around his torso.Â
âNo, donât go!â You cry, the thought of the cold air heâs about to let touch your skin making you shiver. The fear that heâll laugh at you hits with intensity, but you only hear his harsh breaths mingling with yours.Â
ââm not going anywhere,â he assures you, kissing your chest again. âJust gonna get something to clean you up, then Iâll be right back, okay?â He nods, guiding you to nod too, loosening your arms a little. âOkay,â he breathes, pulling himself slowly from you.Â
You stare at the ceiling when heâs gone, legs left open like youâre keeping the space for him.Â
Your thighs shake when you feel a wet cloth, gentle and just cold enough to soothe your hot cunt. Eddie cleans around your thighs, which have been wet with you own slick the whole evening. His touch leaves you for a minute, then heâs back with a cool glass, hand on the back of your head, tipping water into your pliant mouth. Then, heâs pulling your boneless body up to sit and dragging a new t-shirt over your torso. The smell of him, smoke and masculine aftershave, embraces you, letting your already fuzzy brain float a little further away from any impending anxiety.Â
You feel the bed shift and creak, then he pulls you up the bed away from the wet patch youâve left on the sheets, settling you against his chest as he leans upright against his pillows.Â
You drift a little at the feeling of his hand on your upper arm, gently stroking. Your eyes close, you donât know for how long, maybe seconds, maybe minutes, but Eddieâs still there with a gentle caress.
You stare at the dark hair on his chest, trying to enjoy the afterglow even as shame starts to build in your chest. Your brain is already mocking you, for all the things you just said, all the things you let him coax from you.Â
And he knows.
"If you want, the fur ball can come live here."
You blink, not following at all, and youâre not sure if itâs the weed from earlier or Eddie himself thatâs caused it. "What?"
"Yeah, Wayne wouldn't mind as long as he doesn't have to be the one to feed him," he says, looking like heâs thinking it through even as he speaks, and you remember he saw you with the cat.
âYou mean youâd look after Banjo?â You ask without thinking, still staring at his chest, not even realising you just told him you went as far as giving the street cat you feed every day its very own silly pet name.Â
He keeps stroking the top of your arm. âYeah, he could terrorise the birds in the woods to his fluffy little heartâs content.â Eddieâs fingers move, up and down, up and down. "And you could come visit him, I don't know, every day maybe."Â
Your breath is unsteady. Slowly, you let yourself rest your arm over his torso, almost hugging him.Â
"I think he would like that."
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Hello there!!! I saw that âBig bros vs NNNâ hc! I was wondering if you could do one for the younger bros? (if that's ok with you!)
Thank you and have a great day đ
Little brothers VS NNN
⥠Who's winning? âĄ
âĄ.Obey me!
âĄâĄ.NSFW (kinda?) Handjobs, Belphie being a jerk (kinda!)
âĄâĄâĄ. Thanks for the request and very sorry for the delay! Kisses to you, angel! Mwah mwah!
. . . A S M O D E U S !
⥠Hmm? A human game? Sounds like fun! How doâŠoh! Okay!
⥠Sayyy...Why donât you do it with him? Pretty pleaseee? Who gives up first has to follow the orders of the winner for a whole day! Doesnât sound it like a fun challenge!
⥠At first, he'd try to go out more, sunbath, go for a run, shop more, things are going well for him!
⥠He'd try to bake more too or try a different diet
⥠He would last 2 weeks until he began to imagine you in his bathtub while he was relaxing, you were there with rose petals on your skin, humming and looking very happy, water sliding down your pretty skin, so luckyy~
⥠With a smile on your face, your hands wander on your body...how evil of you..oh how evil of his brain!
⥠As his imagination goes wild, his body betrays him, showing him his true feelings about you, how wild you drive him and you're not even with him, isn't that crazy?
⥠He takes a picture and sends it to you, he never felt this much amount of feelings for someone before so he has to share!
⥠He doesnât wait for a reply and gets busy, his hands traveling from his neck to his thighs, the more he waits, the more the feeling gets bigger, the urge to touch himself for you get harder to resist
⥠Ahhh, screw the challenge! He doesnât mind serving you anyways~
⥠âAhhâŠhhha MC, MC..â
. . . S A T A N !
⥠Mmh? You seriously want him to join Mammon and Levi do this stupid thing and waste his time?
âĄâŠNevermind, if Lucifer can do it, so can he! What? He can beat that old man!
⥠He doesn't change his ways in spending the day or push you away, he can control his feelings and body
⥠The mornings are chaotic as always in HOL, so he, thanks to Mammon and Levi and sometimes a hungry and sweaty Beel who pulls him out of bed, wakes up early then intended
⥠He gets grumpy and somewhat touchy, hand on your lower back as he kisses you good morning in the hallway before he walks you to the dinning area
⥠When he gets a single unpure thought of you, he goes to his room and open to a random page in a spell book
⥠Self-distracting is good method that works for Satan, he buries his head in books more than he does daily and goes on walks in the garden to play with the stray kittens
⥠The fact that he's doing NNN doesn't stop him from coming to your room and start a kissing fest
⥠His hand cups your face while the other one is on your neck, feeling your heartbeat
⥠He sucks on your lower lip and laugh a little when he opens his eyes and look at you, a confused and very flushed-face human
⥠He's very content with kissing you and groping a little for the whole challenge but some mornings he does wake up with a boner, he gets grumpy and hops in the shower
⥠When the challenge is done and you come tell him that he won, all he does is smile a little
⥠"Well...this was dumb to do but are you happy now, dear MC?"
⥠A few nights later, he does come to your room, eyes hazed and his pants bulging
⥠"You won't mind helping me now, right?"
. . . B E E L Z E B U B !
⥠âŠHeâs doing this, this seems like fun, besides everyoneâs doing it too
⥠He really doesn't get how anyone could lose in this challenge? It seems easy to him
⥠He doesn't cut off the hugs or kisses during this time, he tries to keep it normal between the two of you
⥠He does notice your thighs when you two work out together, how they flex and how your pants tighten around your skin..
⥠The first two weeks go by okay for him, other than his eyes slowly imprinting the image of your sweating body at the gym in his mind, things have been okay for him
⥠One morning, he was sitting next to you, normal but he lifts his eyes up and notices the way you lick the jam off your fingers and he puts down the fork, not normal and then he gets up!
⥠He walks back to his room, with you still fresh on his mind, he feels his face heat up, okay now he really gets why people lose this challenge
⥠He hugs a pillow and tries to forget that sight but his mind replays that night when he was licking the cream off you, when things got hot in the room, when you were under him, looking at him as his head was between your legs, busy licking and savoring your taste
⥠Fuck...he doesn't want to lose this but you're hot...and now he's needy
⥠When you go look for Beel, you find him on his bed, a hand pumping him while the other is on his mouth, eyes closed and mind in another world
. . . B E L P H I E !
⥠What? He's not doing this- Oh Beel is doing it? Lucifer too? Hmm...Alright then, he can do it too
⥠With a demon who sleeps most of the time, this doesn't seem too hard to beat, or so what he thought
⥠When he does sleep, most of his dreams are about you...some get hot, leaving Belphie to wake up fuzzy minded and hard, he does think about going back to sleep but he know he might cum in his sleep
⥠"Go away, MC!" is his code for 'I'm hard and if you come in this room, I might fuck you on this bed' and you were supposed to listen to him and leave
⥠But you don't listen and come in anyways, smiling until you see him on the bed, sweaty and his boxers are happily showing his boner
⥠"I said go away" He says when you come close and press a finger on his bulge, feeling the wet fabric, his hand holds your wrist and he sits up, "I'm serious, leave now."
⥠And when you do, he goes back to laying on his back, fuck if you did anymore, he could have came in your hands
⥠He wants to go back to sleep but this fucking boner isn't helping...fuck the challenge, his hand pick up the phone and sends you a text
⥠Moments later, you are in his arms, both are asleep but covered in cum somehow
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Practical Skills
Summary: In the world of the wealthy, Kim Namjoon is like a gentleman among piranhas. Youâre an heiress desperate to make your marriage date unsuccessful. What happens when you say something the gentleman is not supposed to hear? Part 4 of the No TIme for Love oneshot series.
Genres: smut, fluff
Tags: CEO! Namjoon, rich girl! OC, brat!OC, Dom!Namjoon, sub!OC, consent!!!!!, colour system, small argument, hand kink (OCâs), sir kink, Namjoonâs duality ruining my life, aftercare
Warnings: small age gap, OC is 23, joon is 26, unprotected sex (be safe IRL), light breath play
WC: 3689 (3.7k)
When your parents tell you the newest man they have found for you, you have a good laugh about it. His name is Kim Namjoon, the renowned author and CEO of a famous publishing company. You have heard great things about the man, his reputation even filtering into your collegeâs rich-kid circle. Heâs from a family of professors, a successful gentleman known for his soft spoken nature in the piranha pool that is the chaebol world.
Itâs funny to you not because you have anything against the guy, itâs just a funny pair. Ever since you reached âmarriageable ageâ to your parents last year, they have been on your case to try to find a suitable bachelor for you. Of course, marriage in the chaebol world is the equivalent of a business deal. Youâre not interested in marriage to start with, but that kind of marriage is one you would never agree to. So here you are, a piranha in training, about to go on a date with a best selling writer known for his romantic philosophies on life.
You already know this date is going to be fun. (Fun for you, of course â your parents will be pulling their hair out later when nothing comes out of it).
In true romantic fashion, Kim Namjoon messages you before the date asking if you would like to stop by a bookstore. You think itâs sweet of him to put in effort for a date both of you know is only for long-term monetary gain.
So to respect Kim Namjoonâs romantic personality (and also because youâve heard the man is a real treat for the eyes), you decide to play the sweet girl role today. You dress yourself up pretty, in a pink dress with a modest skirt and cutesy accessories, and put your hair in an elegant half-up half-down look.
And from the blush on Kim Namjoonâs face when you meet him, it works like a charm.
âNice to meet you, Miss Y/L/N. Thank you for making time today.â Namjoon says kindly, shaking your hand. The rumours are all true when they say Kim Namjoon is a real work of art. His hair is pitch black, styled back. Heâs tall, heâs polite, and he has a beautiful set of dimples that show when he smiles at you.
But for you, a red flag goes up in your head at the way heâs looking at you. Like heâs taking this whole situation seriously.
You know it will be work getting him off your back, since heâs probably a romantic and all that. But as much of a playgirl as you are, you donât like to hurt peopleâs feelings. So instead of trying to annoy him away, you decide to try a new method: emphasizing how much you two wouldnât work. That should clear any romanticism lingering in his head about this arrangement nicely. You think, praying on this plan to work.
You follow Namjoon inside the bookstore you agreed to meet up at. This place is popular for college age couples, a two-level shop where students can study with a cafe, too. Somehow you think Namjoon did it intentionally due to the 3-year age gap between the two of you.
Namjoon guides you upstairs to a table near a window, giving a nice view of the street below.
âShould we try the food here?â You ask Namjoon sweetly, mostly to buy yourself some time. Namjoon nods, picking up a copy of the menu.
âSo I hear youâre attending a very prestigious college, Miss Y/L/N.â Namjoon nervously tries to break the ice.
You smile tightly. As expected, Kim Namjoon has done his research on you. He wonât buy the dumb act like other men do. âAh, yes. Actually⊠I must be honest with you. Iâm a little unsure about getting married right now since Iâm graduating this year.â
Namjoon puts his menu down, his full attention on you. âWe donât need to rush anything at all, Miss Y/L/N. We can take as long as you like to get to know each other. Same thing for if we choose to go forward with marriage, too. Both of my parents are professors, so I totally agree about focusing on education first.â
You fake a laugh. Oh, heâs persistent. âDonât you think Iâm a bit young for you? I mean, it is a three year age gap.â You lie.
Namjoon considers what youâre saying. âIs it uncomfortable for you? Personally Iâm okay with it. Like I said, we can always take things slowly and have open discussions about what we like, thereâs no rush to figure it all out on the first date.â
You smile and nod, hating how everything he says makes so much sense. You canât find a single thing to poke a hole in, much less weasel your way out of this situation. But youâll surely try.
You raise your hand to catch the attention of a waitress. You order a slice of chocolate cake and a cup of tea, and Namjoon orders a cup of coffee and a pastry. You ask Namjoon about his job at the publishing company, buying yourself time to think of a way to make him hate you.
Your eyes slide down to Namjoonâs lips, appreciating how pretty they are. You wish this date was like all the others you have been on, where you could go home with this handsome stranger and call it a night. You watch Namjoonâs hands move through the air as he explains his job, his long and slender fingers decorated with rings and a gold watch on one wrist. Heâs steady and mature, and so your mind unintentionally slips away to the things you could do with him if he was just a little⊠rougher.
Your eyes trail back to his lips, and then up to his eyes. You startle at the sight. Namjoonâs eyes are now narrowed, darker than before. He noticed you looking at his hands. You swallow dryly at the way his tongue creates a small bulge on the inside of his check. âS-Sorry, did you ask me something?â You fluster, accidentally knocking the fork out of your plate. You hiss as chocolate icing smears the front of your new dress.
You grab napkins from the dispenser on the table, trying to dab at them.
âHere, you can borrow mine.â Namjoon stands up, reaching over to pass you the handkerchief from his suit pocket. But the effect is the opposite, since Namjoon accidentally knocks over your cup of tea, too. âOh no, Iâm so sorry!â Namjoon exclaims, getting out of his seat.
You sigh, standing up from the table. âItâs okay, Iâll just fix it in the bathroom.â You tell him, grabbing your phone and walking off before Namjoon can say anything.
You frown as you try to clean the stains with a mere paper towel, not achieving anything. As youâre frustratedly cleaning, your phone rings. Itâs a call from your best friend, who knows the renowned Kim Namjoonâs reputation as well as you do.
âHey,â You answer the phone on speaker since no one else is in the bathroom but you.
âHowâs the date going?â Your best friend asks immediately. You sigh as the tea stain and chocolate icing now smear together to make a bigger stain.
You quit cleaning, and decide to wash your hands instead. âHeâs actually really nice, but you know how I feel about marriages for wealth. Not to mention, heâs kind of clumsy. He seems like the type to not have any practical skills, you know? Like, he needs a wife to do everything for him. Maybe thatâs why he wants to get married so badly, you never know with men and their intentions.â
âOuch, thatâs mean.â Your best friend laughs on the other end.
You laugh with her, grabbing paper towels to wipe your hands. âYeah, well thatâs the truth. But he is hot though, so depending on how the rest of the date goesââ
You bump into someone just outside the door. bumping into someone as you go to put your mirror away. âOh, Iâm so sorry!â You say instantly, looking up.
Itâs Namjoon. From the unimpressed look on his face, he heard everything. You feel yourself go pale. âY/N? What happened?â Your best friend asks.
âI-Iâll call you back.â You say, and hang up quickly. Namjoon looks down at you.
âIâm going to assume our date is over then?â Namjoon asks curtly.
You flush, feeling guilty. âIâm really sorry, I didnât mean to sayââ
âYou didnât mean for me to hear it.â Namjoon corrects you, his patience clearly maxed.
You bite your lip, about to apologize again when a small group of friends come around the corner. Namjoon turns away from you, leaving the small hall. You follow him quietly to the table. You notice the waitress is already waiting there, likely having been called over by Namjoon.
âItâs fine, I can pay.â You say quietly, feeling awful for hurting a nice manâs feelings with your cynicalness. Namjoon ignores you, pulling out his wallet and paying. He looks straight at the waitress and smiles, saying thank you, but doesnât spare you a second glance.
Youâve never been one to chase a man, but you know when to set your pride aside. You follow Namjoon out of the bookstore and down the flight of steps in front of the building. âNamjoon, please wait--â Your voice is cut off by a cry of pain when you roll your ankle.
An arm wraps around your waist, catching you from falling down the last five or so steps. You look up at Namjoon, grateful but he is still angry, his jaw clenched when he looks at you. âYou know,â He whispers. âI was trying to be a gentleman today, but youâre really pushing me.â
You bite your lip and his eyes follow the movement. âPlease let me make it up to you.â
Namjoon inhales sharply. âCareful what you ask for, Y/N. I donât think a girl like you can handle me.â
You chuckle, truly amused at that. You raise an eyebrow at him. âWanna bet?â
Namjoonâs dark eyes leave you for a split second, pulling you aside when people come out the doors behind you. He takes your hand in his large one, pulling you along like this is something he has always done. You realize where heâs leading you, to the parking lot. âDo you know the colour system?â
Youâre shocked. You thought for sure Namjoon was the romantic, wait-till-marriage vanilla sex type. Namjoon chuckles. âDo you?â He asks again.
âGreen for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop.â You say in awe. Then, you glance around. âDid you bring a car?â
Namjoon shakes his head. âI had my driver drop me off. But I assume you did, so you can drive.â He smirks, no longer entertaining your bratty act. You canât lie, the change in attitude is exactly what youâre looking for. If Kim Namjoon was a daydream as a gentleman, heâs a wet dream when he talks like this.
You unlock your car, and Namjoon walks around to the passenger side. When you start the car, Namjoon pulls up the navigation on his phone and puts his address in. Youâre utterly shocked at his demands when he holds his phone up to you with a grin. âLetâs go, babe.â He says, a hint of the sweet gentleman returning. But thereâs nothing sweet at all about the way his hand comes to hold your exposed thigh as you drive.
Youâre really in for it this time.
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Namjoon is a better liar than you expected. Heâs all polite when you get out of the car, maintaining a nice distance between the two of you on the walk to the elevator. He bows hello to passing by neighbours and effortlessly dodges the questioning looks about who you are. But once itâs just the two of you in the elevator, he pulls you close again, one hand on your waist. âMy title is sir, and yours is baby. How do you feel about punishments?â He asks you, fingers tracing circles on the small of your back.
You shiver. âI-I like punishments.â
Namjoon chuckles. âI had a feeling, but I thought I should check.â
Namjoon brings you inside the luxury apartment with surprisingly less haste than you imagined. He guides you to the living room, full of windows overlooking the city. His apartment is up high, but itâs not the view that takes your breath away. You watch with bated breath as Namjoon takes his suit jacket off and rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. âColour.â Namjoon checks again, eyes sultry.
âGreen, sir.â
Namjoon pulls you in faster than you expected, the two of you crashing down onto the sofa. He kisses with no hesitation, all tongue and passion that takes your breath away. You canât even think about trying to dominate this kiss, heâs got you right where he wants you â beneath him. You dig your hands into his hair to make up for not being able to control the kiss, still feeling bratty. Namjoon gets back at you for it by bunching your dress up to your hips and firmly pinning your hips down.
You moan into his mouth, irritated that you canât grind into him.
Namjoon breaks away from the kiss, sitting up to take his tie off. Namjoon laughs when he catches you eyeing it. âWhat? Want to get tied up?â Namjoon mocks you, making you blush. He cups your face, a dangerous glint in his eye. âIâve got different plans for you, brat.â
You gasp as he picks you up into his arms with ease, and you scramble to hold onto him. Your legs wrap around his middle and you wrap your arms around his neck, getting wetter by the second.
Namjoon brings you down the hall into his bedroom, setting you down in the middle of a king-sized bed. He pulls up a chair in front of the bed, making you confused. He sits with his legs spread, looking indifferent. âTouch yourself. If you do a good job, maybe youâll get my hands on you.â
You whimper at his hot gaze on your spread legs, and the wet patch on your panties. As much as you want to beg him, apologize and ask for a chance to be his good girl, youâre still feeling bratty. You know this is a game youâre bound to lose, but you try anyway.
You sit up on the bed, slowly taking your dress off. You set it aside, and then take your bra off. Namjoon looks amused to see your nipples are already hard, but you take it in stride. You start playing with your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers. You stare unashamedly at Namjoonâs hands in his lap, wishing they were his instead.
But when Namjoonâs expression doesnât change, you start to get desperate.
You whimper. âSir.â
âWhatâs that? You need me to do everything for you?â Namjoon mocks.
You pout, making Namjoon come closer. You move your panties to the side, revealing your wet clit. Namjoon looks down at it, his hand hovering close to your hole. You want him to fuck you so badly, but instead, Namjoon just smacks your pussy instead. You whine, making Namjoon smirk. âYou didnât think I was gonna help, did you? You said it yourself, Y/N, I donât have any âpractical skills.ââ
You bite your lip, silently begging for him to let it go. Namjoon puts his thumb on your bottom lip, making you release it. He runs his thumb over your lip a few times, assessing you. âBut if you beg really nicely, I might reconsider.â When you donât say anything, Namjoon sits back again. âFinger yourself. Stop when I tell you.â
âYes, sir.â You answer, lifting your hand to your mouth to suck on the digits. Namjoonâs jaw tightens again. You lower your fingers to your hole, inserting two fingers at once. Youâre wet enough that they slide in and out with ease.
You pick up speed, already close to coming. âSlow down.â Namjoon orders sharply. You listen, but only with a pout. âPlay with your nipples.â He says, and you do. The slow movements drive you insane, making your legs feel weak. You close your eyes, imagining the fingers inside you are Namjoonâs, his big hands touching you everywhere.
You gasp when you feel Namjoonâs real hands come to rest on your waist. They hold you, not tightly but as a firm reminder. His thumbs stroke at your ribcage, sending goosebumps down your abdomen. âGood girl, so obedient.â Namjoon praises in your ear, making you shudder. âDoesnât that feel good? You like being put in your place, donât you, sweetheart?â
âN-No, sir.â You retort, but both of you know itâs a lie.
Namjoon withdraws his hands. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, annoyed. âGo faster.â He orders.
You obey, spreading your legs and pumping in and out of yourself. You grind down on the bed, wishing it was Namjoon instead.
Your breathing becomes uneven as your orgasm approaches. Namjoon smacks your ass, forcing you to stop. âTake your fingers out. I want to see how wet you are.â You pout at the order, but do as youâre told. You spread your folds, showing him the glistening interior of your pussy. Your hole is dripping with pre-come, spilling down onto the bed with need.
âS-Sir, I want your fingers. Please, please.â You beg.
Namjoon laughs. âCute.â He comes closer, planting his hands on your knees. âBut I canât help you, baby. I donât have any âpractical skillsâ, remember?â
âIâm sorry.â You say, so worked up that tears well up in your eyes.
Namjoon stops when he notices the tears in your eyes. âColour, baby.â He whispers, cupping your face.
You lean into his touch. âY-Yellow.â You whimper.
Namjoon pulls you into his arms instantly. âWhat do you need, baby? How do you want me to look after you?â He asks, rubbing your back reassuringly. You sniffle, burying your head in his neck.
âI need your touch, please. Wanna be good.â You cry, emotional from how deep you have sunken into sub space. Sure, like any brat you like being put in your place. But you donât want your dom to ignore you, you want to be taken care of, too.
Namjoon presses a kiss to your forehead. âItâs okay, baby. Iâm not upset. Want me to make you feel good?â He asks, massaging your sides. You nod, holding him tight.
You allow him to lay you down against the pillows, giving you a firm but less dominating kiss. You cup his face, grinding up against him. You moan when you feel his clothed member against your pussy, the material rough against your clit.
Namjoon makes quick work of taking off his clothes, soon as naked as you. You rub your hands up and down his wide back greedily, loving the way his muscles tighten under your touch. You let out small moans as Namjoon kisses along your neck, sliding two fingers inside you at the same time. Namjoonâs fingers stretch you in a way your own could never, making you feel full. âHh, so big.â You moan, making Namjoon laugh against your skin.
âSo greedy, baby.â He comments, fucking his fingers into you harder. When he thinks youâre ready, Namjoon pulls out. You sigh in peace when he aligns his large cock to your entrance. You are grateful for the preparation, but even with how wet you are, it takes a moment for Namjoon to bottom out.
âP-Please move, sir.â You beg, and Namjoon listens. You cry out, tipping your head back in pleasure. Namjoonâs hands find your hips, digging in hard enough that you know youâll have bruises tomorrow. You want that, you want it all so badly.
Namjoon wraps one arm around your waist, lifting you slightly off the bed as he fucks into you. You moan as his other hand comes to your neck, fingers pressing in just enough to make you lightheaded. You bring both of your hands on top of his, holding them against your neck.
âWho do you belong to?â Namjoon asks, his hips starting to stutter after a few minutes.
âYou, you! Ahh, please, sir!â
Namjoon pushes the whole way into you, rubbing your clit expertly to make you come. You come so hard your thighs tremble, but Namjoon is right there to catch you. âNamjoonâŠâ You whisper, breathless from coming.
âI know, baby. You did so good for me.â He praises, kissing you everywhere. You sink into his touch, feeling like youâre floating. âGood girl.â
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You bite your lip. âAbout the stuff I said earlier, are we cool about that?â You ask Namjoon.
He stops towelling his hair, looking over at you. You blush at his eyes on your body, focusing on wiping the water off so you can get dressed. âOf course.â Namjoon says, giving you an honest smile. Namjoon had helped you shower and peppered you with many kisses after the scene was over. Happy from the care but wanting to do something on your own, you try to dress yourself. Namjoon notices you fumbling with your panties, thighs still shaky as you try to put them on. He gently takes them from you and helps you put them on. Then, he turns you around, helping clasp your bra.
You lean in against his back, savouring his strong arms around you. âI admit I was harsh on you when you were being really sweet, thatâs why I had to ask. I go on a lot of these marriage dates, you know.â You tell him.
Namjoon nods, kissing your temple. âMe too.â
Youâre surprised at that. You thought Namjoon was the romantic type that would absolutely reject marriage dates. âReally? Why?â You ask, craning your head to look at him.
Namjoon smiles slyly. âTo sharpen my âpractical skills.ââ
You scoff, making Namjoon laugh hard and kiss you again.
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six thirty
+ pairing: armin arlert x (fem) reader
+ genres and warnings: college au, enemies to lovers⊠kinda⊠in a very nerdy academic rivalry kind of way, me being a comedian youâre welcome, fluff, smut/nsfw content
+ word count: 5.6k⊠pls say sike
+ notes: shout out to rynââ for listening to me during our very many rambling sessions and also for extorting me into posting this. consider it a late birthday present for my favorite menace </2
+ side notes: no i am not a part of armin nation and i never want to be, nor do i wish speak of this again.
Armin Arlert is the perfect student. Prompt and well prepared during lecture; smart and insightful during office hours; the apple of any teacherâs eye. Unfortunately for him, so are you.
If you asked Armin, you were a little too clever for your own good, and liked to make it very well known that you believe youâre the smartest person in any room you walk into. That may be true, but it doesnât mean that he has to sit there and worship your superiority complex.Â
If someone asked you, youâd say that Armin was a know it all, and a manipulative little piece of shit. Again, not a completely false statement, but perhaps a slightly biased character analysis.
Neither of you are wrong. Itâs why youâre both the bane of each otherâs existence. Â
Thereâs a noticeable grimace on your face, chin in your palm, elbows resting atop your desk, as you turn your head to where, sure enough, Armin is seated where he always is: first row, right side, directly in front of the podium, like perfect little teacherâs pet he wants to be. He doesnât have any books to unpack like everybody else because a shiny, blue iPad is propped up on his desk in place of all of that. Heâs robably looking through his pre-written list of showboaty questions to ask during lecture. Like heâs a cut above everyone else. Â
Maybe some of the other morons in this course, but not you, thatâs for damn sure. You bet that if you broke his thousand dollar tablet he wouldnât think heâs such hot shit anymore. Maybe that would knock him down a couple of pegs.
âLook at him sitting there with his stupid blue eyes, and his stupid Bieber haircut, and his stupid, shiny blonde hair, and his stupid fucking glasses. I bet theyâre not even real and he just wears them toââ
âDid you just call his hair shiny?â
You snap your head to your left, âWhatâno, of course not. I said shoddy, heâs probably a bottle blonde. Maybe all the chemicals from the hair dye seeps into his head and warps his sense of reality.â
âIâm pretty sure you said shiny.â
âShut up, Annie.â
She raises an eyebrow at you, âYou got something against blondes? Because your track record would beg to differ.â
âOnce. We kissed once, and it was truth or dare, and we were both sloshed.â
âYou still chose me,â she reminds you, pulling her notebook out of her backpack.
You huff, ignoring her words and turning your head back to Armin, this time finding him twirling his stupid fucking expensive Apple Pencil between his fingers like itâs nothing. You can feel your eye begin to twitch.
Perhaps he can, tooâor maybe he can just feel your eyes boring holes into himâbecause he turns in your direction and ceases his pen twirling the moment you make eye-contact. More students filter in, walking past your line of vision, but each time they move, you and Armin meet gazes again; neither one of you daring to look away, a palpable tension between you.
His eyes might be icy blue, but you can see the rose pink tint underneath his skin, even from the distance; a familiar blush that spreads across his nose and cheeks. You exhale with a silent laugh, breaking your eye contact before he grows completely red, just in time for Dr. Zöe to start the lecture.
Everybody thinks that Arminâs so brilliant, so smart, so untouchable. You know that his only genius is that heâs fooling everyone into thinking that heâs the kind, humble, little nerd boy who wouldnât harm a fly, when thatâs far from the truth.
Armin is mean. Heâs competitive and possessive and snarky and sly. Heâs the definition of a wolf in sheepâs clothing, but youâre pretty sure the only person in the world who might believe that is Eren. Though, youâve heard some of the insults Armin throws Erenâs way, and theyâre not exactly soft. Granted, thatâs a factor in any friendship, and most of his jabs are coated with a layer of intellect the brunette likely doesnât understand, but that doesnât make Armin any less sarcastic. It just means Erenâs too dumb to know whatâs going on.
Poor kid. Maybe itâs for the best.
Thatâs all to say that Armin is nothing but a big talkerânot even; a smooth-talker, is more like it. He comes across as perfect, all good and sweet and soft, because thatâs what he lets people see. Nobody else looks through to the sharp tongue and ragged edges, because theyâre too busy cooing over innocent blue-eyed baby in front of them.
But you know that Armin, the one he doesnât want other people to see: the one thatâs so good, heâs bad; so sweet that heâs sick; so nice that itâs cruel. And you know just how much pressure to apply to make his façade crack.
And you intend on doing so.
âI donât know which formula to useâhey, are you two eye fucking again? Cut it out, Iâm trying not to fail over here,â Eren exclaims, poking Arminâs shoulder with his pen.
The jab averts the blondeâs attention back to his friend, eyes wide as he blinks himself back to reality. He curses under his breath when he feels a familiar warmth creeping across his cheeks. Few things piss Armin off like the way he gets red in the face after thinking about you, or even just looking at you, for too long. Whether itâs red out of pure annoyance, or another feeling he tries to push down, itâs irritating, and above all, embarrassing.
He spares one more glance over his shoulder, to where you and Annie are sat a few tables away in the library. Youâve looked away by now, focusing back on your notes, but Armin swears he can still see that irritating smirk on your face from this angle.
He rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He should be able to keep it together around you by now, but he canât, and it bothers him. You bother him.
âWe werenât eye fucking,â he refutes, turning his back to you completely, âSheâs such a little know it all sometimes, sâannoying.â
Eren raises an eyebrow. He knows that you and Armin donât get along, but he doesnât understand why. Armin knows almost all your friends, and you definitely know all of hisâEren would even go as far as to say that you and him are pretty close friendsâso itâs not a matter of not spending time together. Youâre also the two smartest people Eren knows. In theory you should have more than enough to talk about together, but every time youâre in the same room, you hardly acknowledge each other outside of surface level commentary, or glances that border on staring.
Thankfully, the bickering remains in the classroom for the most part. Erenâs seen you and Armin go at, and heâll be the first to admit that itâs beyond intimidating. Though, a little part of him finds it oddly entertaining, and he canât help but to be impressed. All the more reason for you two to start playing on the same team.Â
Eren thinks the two of you should get to the root of the issue already. Which, if you asked him, has very little to do with your rivaled academic genius, and a lot to do with your lack of it concerning your feelings for each other.
âSheâs not that bad,â Eren vouches for you, âI think you two might get along if you ever spoke outside of trying to one-up each other in class.â
âIâm not trying to one-up anybody,â Armin rolls his eyes, a nasty habit heâs picked up as of late, âAnd if you stopped and used your brain for a moment, then maybe you could solve the problem.â
âI did use my brain!â Erenâs lips fall into an offended pout, âBut none of this makes any sense to me! I fucking hate math, you know that.â
Armin sighs, feeling sympathetic for Eren as he slumps into himself defeatedly. He knows that Eren isnât dumb, but math in any capacity is certainly not his strong suit. He also knows that he shouldnât give Eren all the answers, but sometimes he needs a little push to get him there. A little bit of added guidance and motivation to keep him going. Itâs either that, or he has to trick Eren into doing the work himself, but clearly that method wasnât working out today.
âYou already solved for the activation energy, now youâre supposed to use the Arrhenius equation in the expanded form.â
Erenâs lips fall into a small o-shape, as his eyes scramble across his paper again. âButâhow do youââ
âThereâs two measurements given for temperature.â
âOh. Oh, yeah! Okay, right, but thenââ
âYou have to convert it to Kelvin first or it wonât work. Itâs given to you in Celsius.â
Eren furrows his eyebrows together, and then it finally clicks for him. He mutters to himself as he puts his pencil to paper to begin to work through the problem, âHow do I convertââ
âAdd 273.15 to it. Make sure you put the bigger one first in the equation, or else youâll get a negative error.â
âYou didnât even do it,â Eren huffs, angrily punching numbers into his calculator, âHow do you know itâs right?â
âBecause I took this class already,â Armin reminds him, sparing a brief glance over his shoulder, âIsnât that why Iâm tutoring you?â
Eren coughs over his embarrassed blush, âOh, yeah, right.â
Itâs quiet between them as Eren makes a final attempt at solving the equation, carefully and proudly circling his answer when heâs finished. He looks to Armin with bright eyes, and is content when the blonde gives him a reassuring nod, confirming that his answer is correct.
âWell that was a bitch to work through,â Eren sighs, stretching his arms behind his head with a slight yawn, âChemistry is nothing but glorified math. Itâs barely a science.â
Armin shrugs, but he doesnât disagree. He isnât the biggest fan of chemistry, unlike somebody else he knows. âWhyâd you take chem if you knew it would have so much math?â
Itâs Erenâs turn to shrug, slumping back in his chair and running a hand through his hair, âI gotta take all the pre-med requirements⊠just in case.â
âYou wanna go to med school? Since when?â
Eren averts his eyes from his friend, a telltale sign of his bashfulness coming over him. It doesnât happen often, but Armin knows itâs sincere when it does.
âDunno. Iâm not sure of it, just wanna keep my options open, you know?â Eren replies casually, âDoctors help make a difference and all that, and surgery looks kind of cool. Besides, if my bastard father could do it, how hard could it really be?â Â
A gentle smile grows on Arminâs lips, âYou can do it. If you really want to, I know you can.â Â
Erenâs head snaps up, eyes wide and filled with affirmation and adoration. He relaxes his expression quickly after, but the pink hues are still present, âThanks, Min.â
From his position he catches eye of another head of familiar blonde hair over Arminâs shoulder, and beside it, your own hair. Thereâs a flash of a moment when your eyes meet Erenâs, and you offer him a small wave before turning back to Annie to resume doing your homework. Eren barely gets the chance to wave back, but a dopey smile sits on his features at your kind gesture. It fades when he looks back to Armin, once again pondering the animosity between you two.
You and Armin arenât all that different, you just need to get to know each other better. Actually, Eren thinks that you might make a good couple if you both stopped overthinking it.
âSo, whatâs the deal with you and (_____)?â Eren asks, bending his right knee to wrap his arm around his leg and rest his chin on top of it, âYou act like she kicked your cat.â
âWhat?â Armin questions, flustered, âWhatâno, she wouldnât touch Soup.âÂ
Eren quirks an eyebrow at that. âI still canât believe you named your cat Soup.â
âItâs technically a nickname.â
âA nickname for what?â
ââŠFor Miso Soup.â
Eren blinks. âOkay, if she didnât mess with Soup, then whatâs the issue? You scared of her or something?â
âWhy would I be scared of her?â Armin asks, tone incredulous; then softer, more subdued, like a kid who doesnât want to admit theyâre wrong, ââM not scared of her.â
âYou stare at her like you areâwell, you look kind of angry, but also scared. Like, when you see those balloon things outside of car washes. You hate them, but you canât look away from themââ
âI am not scared of those!â
âYou are, and itâs okay,â Eren waves away his friendâs denial, âOh, I get itâis this one of those things where she makes you nervous, so you respond with anger and sarcasm instead of thinking through your feelings?â
âYouâve been going to therapy for one month, relax.â
âMaybe you two should go to friend therapy and work this out,â Eren bites back, âIt probably doesnât help that sheâs always with Annie. They both look like they would murder someone with no remorse. I admit, it is kind of scary⊠but itâs kind of hot, too.â
Armin spares him an unamused glare. Eren crosses his arms in defense, âWhat? Iâm not wrong. Itâs sexy in a scary kind of way, maybe thatâs why youâre always eye fucking. I donât blame you, sheâs hot. I would let her and Annie axe-murder me without regret.â
âEren?â
âYeah?â
âShut up and do problem six, I donât have all day.â
Eren huffs, but flips the page to the next problem, grumbling under his breath as he attempts the, âItâs not as sexy when youâre mean, you know.â
Armin hits him silent.
Tuesdays are Arminâs favorite days because he only has one class. Sure, itâs three hours long, but itâs much more bearable than his usual eight-hour day.
Itâs also the one class he shares with you. Which is why heâs always mentally exhausted by the end of it, but physically, he feels like he could punch a wall; all his pent up anger and frustration is channeled into his body and heâs desperate for an outlet for it. Itâs a feeling he hates to love.
Annie seems to have cut class today seeing as sheâs not next to you; and itâs almost as if itâs emboldened you to mess with him even more than usual.
He bites his tongue as Dr. Zöe enthusiastically uses your latest point as a segue into the final topic of the evening. He made that same point ten minutes ago. You just worded it differentlyâadmittedly, more concisely, but somehow with a little more nuance, than when he had hesitantly proposed itâand, yeah, maybe you made it sound more convincing, but that didnât mean that he didnât come up with it first. If his stupid, fancy stylus didnât cost upwards of $200 he might have snapped it in half.
Youâre definitely the better conversationalist, that much he can admit. Words have never been his forte and he hates the way you can talk circles around him, and that thereâs so little he can say to make you stop.
He wishes you would just shut up. In fact, heâd like to shut you up himself.
Thankfully, class ends sooner rather than later. Armin finds himself briefly talking with Dr. Zöe afterwards, most other students having taken the opportunity to leave early for the night. To nobodyâs surprise, youâre not one of them, having stuck around to talk to the professor, too.
âThe two of you should consider lab research this summer,â Dr. Zöe suggests ardently, walking between the two of you as you exit the lecture hall, âI could really use two students like you!â
Armin chuckles at his boisterous professor. Heâs known about the research opportunities at their lab for quite some time now, and he knows that you have, too. âI donât know that lab work is really my strong suit.â
The three of you come to stop at the hallway intersection, the professor now standing across from you and him. You give them a polite smile, âAnd Iâm not sure that collaboration is mine.â
Armin spares a glance just in time to see you flash one of your own in his direction. Dr. Zöeâs eyes flicker between the two students rapidly, a slight squint to their eyelids.
They arenât quite sure why their two brightest students seem to despise each other. They wish you two would just get along already, so that they donât have to spend the summer training half-witted chemical engineering majors how to use basic lab equipment; and instead, conduct some actual research.
âWell, I hope the both of you reconsider,â they smile, âIâll see you during office hours, I presume?â
You two nod in sync, sending the doctor off with happy smile, just long enough until you see that theyâve turned the corner further down the hall
âHad fun stealing my point earlier?â Armin questions, looking your way as you still wave mindlessly, eye-twitching at your polite façade.
âI would call it improvement,â you tell him, not bothering to turn in his direction; still and smiling waving like the professor can see or hear you, âYou should stick to showing, rather than saying. You never were good with your words.â
Armin kisses his teeth together. Heâll give you what you want, if thatâs how you want it.
In a fit of irritation, he grabs your moving hand by the wrist, and pulls you down the opposite hallway, not caring for your dramatic wailing behind him.
âHey, Einstein, the exit is the other way, do you have any idea where weâre going?â
âEver heard of observational learning? Maybe if you shut up for a second, you would figure it out,â he snaps, pulling you further.
Thereâs a door on the left that Armin knows is unlocked, and heâs quick to open it and pull you inside. Before you have the chance to glance around, he has you pushed up against the wall, jaw forced up and forward.
He could scoff at the small hitch in your breath at his actions, clearly a little too satisfied with being manhandled; but instead, he takes the opportunity to press your lips together. Armin quite likes the feeling of your lips on his; warm and soft and far too welcoming; a rare moment of silence.
âSomeone could hear us.â
Or not so silent.
âThen be quiet,â he snarls.
Armin feels your fingers weave themselves into his hair, scraping along his undercut in sync with his lips trailing down your jaw. A groan falls from his when he feels you tug at the ends of the strands, just hard enough to force his face back to eye level with yours.
âYouâre the one with the big mouth.â
âYouâre so smart, huh. Always got something to say,â Armin lets out a low chuckle, deft fingers running down your sides to squeeze at your waist, âYou can be really fuckinâ annoying, you know that.â
You mirror half of his ministrations, letting your right hand trail down his chest barely brushing over the very visible bulge in his jeans, before hooking your index finger under the belt loop, effectively pulling him closer to you.
The smile on your face is dirty, but youâre not laughing like he was, âDo something about it then.â
His blue eyes grow cloudy as he takes a good look at you; slowly rakes over your features, from that stupid, snarky look in your eyes, to your kiss-bruised lips, down to your chest, and back up again. Armin finds himself copying your smirk for all the wrong reasons. But itâs your own fault; you always did like to push him one step over the edge.
âFine.â
Despite your twisted grin thereâs a look in your eyes thatâs eager; willing; ready for the taking. That same look you have when you talk over him in class; when you pretend to ignore him around your mutual friends; when you want him to fuck you stupid.
Armin uses his right hand to cup your jaw again, closing the distance between your mouths with a less than gentle kiss. He feels your groans reverberating through his body, waves of heat accompanying them and going straight to his erection. Your arch your back into the kiss, but he forces you backwards, left hand flat against your tummy.
Following suit, he pushes himself against your body, pressing his knee between your legs; the thin fabric of your stockings doing little to prevent your thighs from rubbing against him.
He swipes his tongue over the seam of your lips, earning a frenzied whine when glides his tongue across yours, and teasingly licks at the roof of your mouth. Your tongue is lithe against his, but somehow just as deceptive and sly as always, and Armin would be a fool to deny that he loved it.
Thereâs a spark flickering in his stomach when you push your center harshly against his; and itâs only ignited further when he feels you bite his bottom lip. A guttural growl escapes him, his right hand moving to your throat with practiced ease, pushing the back of your head into the wall.
He pauses for a moment, drinks in your wide eyes and desperate visage, âYou are the single most frustrating person Iâve ever met in my entire life.â
And he couldnât get enough of it if he tried. He couldnât get enough of you.
You must see through his words, into the grainy expression of adoration in his eyes, because he can see it filtering into yours, pupils dilating with both want and care.
âAw, baby, I love you, too,â you pout, leaning forward as best to can to peck him on the lips, âNow, shut me up and fuck me. Itâs exhausting being this pretty and smart-mouthed, you know.â
Armin dips his head into your neck, squeezes against the column of your throat with warning until he hears a gasp escape from your lips. He presses gentle kisses into your skin, in stark contrast to the increasing pressure from his fingers, waiting for one last request, and then, finallyââPlease.â
He smiles, loosens his grip for a moment, just long enough to hear your pretty panting, before slotting his lips against yours again. Your moans are lewd and sloppy and breathless between kisses, and it makes his dick twitch in his pants. You really are so fucking loud. And he wouldnât have it any other way.
He uses his free hand to push your skirt up, and subsequently dip past the weak barrier of your tights and underwear. The slightest flicker of his fingers against your center has you choking out a moan, and Armin is forced to press his right thumb harder against your neck.
âQuiet,â he reminds you, âYou asked nicely, so Iâll give you what you want. No need to be loud about it.â
He watches you nod with short and restricted movements, a sadistic kind of power washing over him at your eager compliance. He uses his middle finger to rub slow, careful circles around your clit; the feeling of your wet cunt against his fingers, coupled with your wanton moaning only spurs on the throbbing in his pants.
âArmin,â you whine, impatiently; but he expected that of you, âDonât tease.â
His eyes flash to yours briefly, pressing his lips to yours again to swallow your shuddered moans. He dips his tongue into your mouth at the same time he does his middle finger into your cunt. An obscene moan echoing through the classroom, as Armin feels your body arching into his again; feels your fingers frantically flying to his hair, searching for purchase to anchor yourself on.
He pulls away in time to add another digit and watch you groan underneath him. He pushes both his fingers in to the knuckle, carefully curling them upwards to elicit the prettiest sound out of you. He has to admit, itâs probably his favorite thing to hear come out of your mouth.
He keeps a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy with perfect friction, teetering between letting you moan his name and choking you silent. Your hands are frantic in his hair, grasping and pulling and so, so, desperate, Armin canât help but to finger fuck you harder.
âYou want one more?â he questions, but his voice is taunting, words ghosted over your lips just out of reach for you to kiss.
He can feel your leg trembling against his, see you pupils shaking along with your shaking head. Armin stops to smile; he thought you might do that. He could probably make you cry right now if he wanted to. Maybe later.
âWant you to fuck me,â your words short and ragged, eyebrows raised when he uses his thumb to press lightly against your clit, âArmin, please.â
The blonde shakes his head, âYouâre dumber than you look if you think Iâm gonna fuck you in a classroom, baby, so if you want to cum now, you better tell me.â
You have the audacity to pout of all things, âYouâre mean.â
Armin lets out a breathless laugh. âYou like it,â he leans forward to peck you sweetly, âSo, whatâll it be?â
âFine, but I want head later, too,â you tell him, words becoming less firm when Armin teases his ring finger against your slit, âPlease.â
Armin hums in compliance, leaning forward to kiss you again, this time with more tact, and he chases your whines when he finally pushes a third finger inside of you.
âLook at you,â he croons breaking your kiss and forcing your head back again, âYou take it so well.â
âAhâfuck, there, Arminâthere,â you cry, wet heat squeezing around his fingers in intermittent spasms.
Armin watches your chest heave with desperate breaths, air stuttering to pass from your lips to your lungs with his hand around your neck. He can feel your walls constricting around his fingers, feel your body shaking underneath him when he increases his pace. He curls his fingers again, just right, just until he hears you sing a strained call of his name. And when he feels your nails scraping down the nape of his neck, and the slight weight of your body convulsing, Armin knows youâre done for.
Heâs nice enough to fuck you through your orgasm, shallow thrusts of his fingers bringing you to and down from your high as he watches you pant for him. He presses small kisses against your throat, up, up, up, until heâs kissing you, and carefully pulling his fingers out.
He removes his hand from your neck, and slides it down your waist to offer you support. Heâs not prepared for your sudden pull on his neck, forcing him into a kiss that conveys your content; heâs quick to raise his left hand, palm meeting the wall to hold himself up against your sporadic actions, chuckling lightly into your kiss. You were always so reckless and happy after an orgasm.
You kiss him like you have him wrapped your finger despite being the one pleading moments ago. You do, so he supposes itâs not unwarranted; and he welcomes your flirtatious kisses despite the annoying blush they always bring forth.
And sure enough, he can feel his face on fire when you pull away. Armin scoffs internally at himself; he really should be able to keep it together around you by now. But when you kiss him like that, you kind of make it hard to think straight.
âYouâre so good when youâre not⊠pretending to be good,â you hum, a blissful, hazy look on your features as you wrap your arms around his neck.
Armin shakes his head with a chortle of disbelief; leans forward to kiss you again, ââM not pretending. I am good.â
âYeah, youâre such a good little saint that arguing with your girlfriend turns you on,â you taunt him, âItâs okay, Armin, you can admit it.â
He groans, out of shallow annoyance this time, and it makes you giggle. âWhy are you acting like youâre not complicit in this?â
âOh, no, no, no,â you refute with an exaggerated roll of your eyes, âYou get turned on by hearing me talk about biochemistry. I like it when you tell me to shut up about it. We are not the same.â
âYeah, because you look hot doing it,â he tells you, âSpeaking of which, Eren called you hot today, so I kind of need you to slip a neurotoxin in his Gatorade.â
âAw, Eren thinks Iâm hot? Tell him I think heâs hot, too,â you bat your eyelashes at him, but Armin only offers you an unimpressed glare in return.
âI think he might be onto us, actually,â Armin notes, affectionately bumping his nose against yours.
âIf heâs onto us, then itâs because youâre the one giving it away, not me.â
âOh, because you could never do anything wrong, right?â
âRight,â you flash him an overconfident smile before reaching up to kiss to the tip of his nose, âSee youâre so smart, baby.â
Armin shakes his head again in disbelief. Youâre a handful, he can see that much.
âCome on,â he prompts, âWe should go, I still have to finish my lab write up, and I know you havenât started your paper.â
Armin tries to motion you forward, but is stopped when he feels your hand combing through his hair, and sees the genuine spark of concern in your eyes. âThe one for your elective? I thought you said you were going to finish it on Monday.â
âI was,â Armin admits, âBut then I didnât.â
âYou want me to help you with it?â you offer kindly, pushing his bangs back and letting your hands fall down the sides of his face, palms resting against his ears.
He nods gently, turning his head to press a kiss into your left palm, before wrapping his hand around your wrist, âI can help you outline your paper.â
You nod in return, and Armin spares one more kiss, before pulling your hand away to lace your fingers together.
Thankfully, nobodyâs around to catch you exiting the classroom, or see you holding hands as you make your way out of the building and towards the bus stop. This was Arminâs favorite part of any Tuesday; the one time he could hold your hand on campus without the fear of getting caught by your friends.
He reasons that you guys should probably tell them soon, though, especially if Eren might have an idea of whatâs going on. You were bound to get caught sooner rather than later. That, or Eren and Sasha would start meddling.
âIf you think Eren knows, then Mikasa definitely knows,â you note, swinging your intertwined hands as you walk through the parking lot as a shortcut.
âMaybe if you actually remembered to hide Soupâs toys, there would be less evidence for her to piece together.â
âYeah, well, maybe if you didnât forget when your midterms are, I wouldnât have to emergency cat sit the hour before Mikasa comes around, and there wouldnât be any toys to hide in the first place.â
âIâm bad with dates, you know that!â Armin pouts, âI donât say anything when you forget about ten page papers until four hours before theyâre due.â
âYouâre saying something right now, actually.â
âThatâs not what Iâyou know, youâre soââ
Arminâs quiet when he feels your lips pressed against his cheekily, âAnnoying. I know. You like it. Youâre not very good at staying mad for very long.â
Arminâs tempted to roll his eyes yet againâhe really needs to quit it, or at the very least, get your own temper under control before itâs irreversible and completely rubbed off on himâbut takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead, instead.
âYouâre lucky youâre cute.â
Your eyes twinkle under his affections. âAnd that you love me?â
He nods, âAnd that I love you.â
âAnd that youâre gonna fuck me before you make me write my paper when we get home, right?â
Armin chuckles and presses another kiss to your forehead, âWeâll see about that one.â
Hange huffs as they make their way through the parking. They always forget their keys in their office, and always, inconveniently park half-way across the campus. In their defense, this parking lot is free, and the one closest to the Medical Sciences building is not. So, really, capitalism is the one to blame for their frequent late night car lot strolls.
They hear two familiar voices bickering just as theyâre about to step into their car, and are more than surprised to see their two favorite students walking together. Walking together and holding hands. Waitâyou and Armin are walking together and holding hands?
Hange blinks for a moment, drowning out the sounds of the conversation after they see you two kiss. Their jaw practically falls to the asphalt and they might not blink for a full two minutes as they process what they just saw.
Their trance is broken when it finally, finally clicks together, and Hange has to try their hardest to contain their squeals before sitting in the driverâs seat, an overly forceful slam to the car door following. They waste no time fumbling with the pockets of their lab coat to fish out their phone, and make a call to their favorite math professor.
âLevi, I told you Arlert and (_____) had to know each other outside of class! I think they might be dating! You know what this means, right? I can have them both in the same lab without worrying they might start a chemical fire, and I wonât have to hire two brick heads this summer!â
Levi has never hung up a call more quickly in his life.
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JJK Men x Insecure chubby Fem!reader
Today has been hard to think of myself positively, and I have friends who struggle with the same thing, so I thought I could indulge some people with some very loved characters reminding us that, no matter our size, we're perfect.
Characters: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami
Warnings: Insecurities, body dysphoria, Toji's gets spicy (sue me), suggestive at the end of Nanami's, tooth rotting fluff.
Satoru Gojo
- Let's be completely honest here, this man rarely feels insecure, if he ever does.
- He wouldn't be able to sympathize, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. In fact, it makes him care a lot more.
- His comfort methods aren't for everyone either, so be prepared. He's trying, give him that.
- Humor. That's what this man knows. Iykyk, this man deflects any form of trauma with his humor.
- If he notices it isn't working, then he'll come up with something else because he loves you. That love tells him that he has to try.
"Oh sweetie pie, I'm home!" Satoru's voice carries easily through the house, but you can't seem to care at the moment. Your cheeks still feel somewhat sticky from the tears that have fallen the past thirty minutes.
"Honey bun? I said I-" His voice cuts off, and you know you're caught. The bed shifts where your boyfriend lowers himself beside you. "Y/N, why are you crying?"
"I-I don't want to talk about it, Satoru." He removes his blindfold with a small chuckle. "Did your favorite anime character die?" "No." "You sure? You tend to sob when-" "I said I don't want to talk about it."
He freezes at the way you lash out at him. Yeah, something is actually wrong.
"Love," his voice softens in a way that shows how worried he is, "is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?" You're quiet for a minute, but you eventually scoot closer to him.
"You want me to hold you?" All you manage is a nod before more tears slide down your cheeks. His long arms encase you securely against him. "I can do that as long as you need. I'm here for you, Y/N."
The two of you stay like that, you crying softly into his uniform while he runs his hand up and down your back.
Eventually, your sobs turn into small sniffles, and you finally speak. "I.. I'm sorry for snapping at your earlier, Sato." He smiles at the loving nickname. "No, baby, I'm sorry for joking around. You wanna talk about it now?"
"I just... I was thinking about.. how many girls looks so much better than I do." He scoffs. "You're kidding, right?" "Sato.." "No, I mean that. It isn't a joke. Baby, we've been through this since day one. I. Want. You."
You hide your now blushing face against his chest. "But.. I just don't understand.." "Look at me, baby." When you do, his bright blue eyes seem to shimmer. "You're the love of my life. You're gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and every other synonym to those that I'll have to get Nanami to teach me because I will remind you everyday until it gets through your thick ass skull."
His hand comes up to rest on your chubby cheek, where he starts to wipe away the drying tears. "I. Love. You. So. Freaking. Much. Y/N." Each word is punctuated with a kiss on a different part of your face, until he eventually meets your lips.
The small giggles you let out makes him smile. "There's that beautiful laugh! Come on, why don't I pop some popcorn and we go watch whatever you want on the TV?" Your shit eating grin makes him snort a bit of laughter. "Even if it ends in a favorite character dying?"
"I don't mind having to hold you a bit longer."
Toji Fushiguro
- This is also someone I don't think can really empathize with you and your insecurities.
- However, when this man falls he falls HARD
- He will do anything in his power to make you feel better.
- Well
- Anything he can do while still seeming nonchalant about it
- Lets talk about how this man would take matters into his own hands, with his own hands, to make sure you know how loved you are. (You couldn't have expected just fluff with him, give me a break y'all.)
"Y/N," Toji kicks his shoes off carelessly at the door, "I'm home." He raises a confused eyebrow when he looks around the house. Plates from your movie night yesterday lay strewn about the coffee table, still.
'She never leaves dishes out. That's weird.'
He starts to walk around the house, worry filling his chest. It just isn't like you to leave a mess, or to not greet him at the door. There's no way someone came and did something to you, right? No one is THAT dumb, surely.
When he hears the small sniffles coming from your shared bedroom, he breathes a small sigh of relief. "Y/N? I'm coming in." He pushes the bedroom door open to see you cuddling his pillow while laying on your side.
His eyes widen at the sight of your body trembling from the small sobs. "Y/N?" He walks around the bed to kneel in front of you. "What happened?"
"N-Nothing Toji. Sorry, I-I know the house is a w-wreck." "Shut up about the damn house. I don't care. Why are you crying?"
You finally sit up, which lets him sit beside you on the bed. "I just.. Bad day." "Who do I need to stab?" "T-Toji?! You can't solve everything by stabbing!" He shrugs a bit. "You can try."
He smiles sweetly when you slap his arm. "That isn't funny." "Hmmm, but it made your cheeks flush." "Toji Fushiguro!" "Alright, alright. You wanna tell me what's wrong now?"
"I just.. looked in a mirror for too long, babe. Don't worry about-" "I'm lost. What do you mean you looked in one for too long?" You sigh, knowing he hates vague answers.
"My body is disgusting me today, Toji." He scrunches his eyebrows and leans in a bit closer to you. Your face heats up from the slight glare in his eyes.
"Looks the same to me." "Toji, I-" "Correct yourself." His already deep voice seems to drop even lower. Your entire body trembles. "S-Sir."
"Good girl. Now, let me get this straight. You don't think you're attractive." You shake your head, suddenly feeling the tears come back to your eyes. "Why not?" "J-Just.. my body.. it isn't.." "Skinny?" The word hurts your heart, but you nod, knowing he expects some sort of answer.
"So? You're exactly what I need, Y/N." You glance up to meet his loving gaze. "N-need?" "Don't play dumb. You know I need you. Now, we have to fix those insecurities."
He stands, offering his hand out to you. When you take it, he pulls you to your feet.
"Now," he groans as he lays back down on the bed, "I've had a tiring day at work. I want you to strip and come take a seat." "A-a seat?" His smirk tells you what you need to know before he elaborates. "I AM rather starved. Come on, I'm pretty impatient."
"To-Sir, I'm too.." "Heavy? Try again. You aren't getting out of this." He snaps his fingers, and the sound runs deep into your core. His eyes watch you hungrily as you start to get out of your pants.
"Now, for every one of your orgasms, I want to hear 'I'm Toji's pretty princess.' Understand?" "Y-yes sir."
You have no idea what posses you, but you finally let out you own witty comment. "You could at least take me to dinner first."
"You cheeky brat, don't worry. I have plans for your meal."
Hope you don't mind being hoarse for a while. You had to repeat just how pretty you were a number of times.
Choso Kamo
- SWEETEST MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR
- He doesn't see a single flaw in you, honestly.
- Plus, he doesn't really understand beauty standards. All he knows is he loves every inch of you.
- Nothing goes unloved by this big ass baby.
- You crying would probably bring him to tears because he feeds off your emotion.
- But there is no doubt this man will do anything and everything to see your smile again.
- A true king who just wants his queen as happy as she makes him.
He left you for maybe an hour. Maybe. Choso just had to run and pick up a movie from Yuji.
"Angel, Yuji said that we have to-" He drops the movie the instant he sees tears in your eyes. "L-love? What happened?"
He rushes to your side and wastes no time wrapping you in his strong embrace. Your hands grip his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him closer.
"What happened? Do you need something? A doctor?" His eyes are scanning your body for any signs of pain. His hands running gently over your back, arm, sides, but everything seems normal.
"I-I'm okay, Cho." "No, you aren't. Please, angel, don't lie to me." His own eyes start to fill with tears, but he tries to will them away. He knows he shouldn't be crying, but seeing you in any pain hurts him just as much.
"Cho, I just.. It's stupid." His large hands cup your face so you're forced to meet his eyes. "Nothing that makes you cry is stupid. Absolutely nothing, my love."
"I.. I tried to put on a hoodie of yours because I was cold." He blinks in confusion. "Was.. was it dirty?" "No I.. I stretched it out.." he tilts his head.
"Is that all?" You nod, but even more tears come to your eyes. "I just hate how big I am.. I thought you would find it cute to come home and see me in your clothes but.. I just messed them up.." He stands, suddenly walking into the kitchen. "C-Cho?"
"I bought some of your favorite ice cream. You know, the kind you always crave on your period. I figure we can cuddle and you can enjoy it while we watch a movie."
"I- I don't really want anything to eat." He smiles, still grabbing it and a spoon. "I know, but just in case. Listen," he places the carton on the table next to you, "you're gorgeous. Every part of you just screams beauty. Nothing could ever change that. Not your size, not you stretching out a stupid hoodie, not you crying, nothing."
He opens the carton, only to get a spoonful out and kneel in front of you. "Open up, angel." You do as he says and allow him to feed you the ice cream. You can't help but smile as you eat it.
His index finger wipes a few old tears from your cheeks. "There's that smile I love. Now, I think we need a movie and some cuddles. How does that sound?" You can only nod, absolutely floored by how much Choso truly loves you.
No more negative thoughts came to your mind while you laid against his chest. He even took a few times to feed you more ice cream throughout the movie.
Oh yeah, he totally bought new hoodies in a bigger size so you could wear them around the house without fear of stretching them.
Kento Nanami
- KING ENERGY
- You can't tell me this man doesn't want someone who acts as his pillow. Come on.
- That being said, Nanami knows how it is to be insecure.
- Whether it's over body insecurity or not, that can be argued either way. Still, insecurities aren't something he's ignorant about.
- On days where you can't seem to like your body, he'll do whatever you need.
- Need to be alone? No problem. Need someone to talk to you? Covered. Just need to be told you're loved? He'll tell you as many times as it takes.
- However, he can't help but be blunt. That's just who he is.
- He does it out of love for you, though. He never wants you to believe something that isn't true.
It's really hard for you and Nanami to get the same day off of work, and today was no different. Since you were the one working today, Nanami decided to take up cleaning the house and preparing dinner. He would also insist on doing the dishes, but he knew better. You never allow him to do all of the work.
He watched the clock hit five thirty and smiled. No doubt, that was your car he heard pull into the driveway. Now that you were home, he could surprise you by telling you that he managed to get the next five days off, which matched your schedule.
The front door opens, and he's quick to call out a "Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be done soon." He turns his body, preparing to catch you in his embrace as usual. However, all that happens is you call back, "Thanks, Ken."
His eyebrows furrow, and he quickly takes dinner off the stove so he can go check on you. He's not one to forget anniversaries or anything like that, so his mind is going through any possible reason you just called him Ken.
"Bad day at work, dear?" He wipes his hand on his apron as he comes around the corner. You were already sitting on the couch, eyes on your phone. "Yeah, I guess." "Okay," he sighs and sits beside you, "would you like to talk about it?" When you finally look at him, his eyes widen. Your eyes are puffy, as if you had been crying.
"Y/N.." "It's just coworker drama, Ken, don't worry too much about it." He scrunches his face. Those women you work with always pissed him off. He's noticed them staring at him whenever he brings you lunch. "Well, humor me a bit. What happened today?"
He just knows you can't resist gossiping with him after a work day. "I-I don't want to repeat it, Ken." The worried look in his eyes makes you whimper. "What?"
"I'm not used to you calling me 'Ken' at home." "Sorry, honey. It's nothing you did." He smiles softly and reaches to cup one of your cheeks in his hand. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" You do. God, you do because you know you'll cry again and he'll be here to hold you through it.
"They started talking about you." "Me?" "Yeah," you look at your hands, already feeling your chest tighten, "and started laughing at how you're.. settling for someone who is as big as I am.."
Nanami's soft looks suddenly turns harsh. How dare they say stuff like that? What's worse is he's sure they knew you could hear them!
"Really?" When you nod, a tear falls onto your lap. "It just.. really hurt knowing that I'm not the only one who thinks that." "Y/N.." He pulls you into a hug with a soft sigh.
"Don't think like that. Dear, if I wanted anything different than what I have now, you would know it." You sigh and cuddle into his warm embrace. "I know, but-" "But nothing, my love. I love you, only you, forever you. Do you understand?" You glance up and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.
"Yeah.. I love you too, Kento." "I have an idea." "Uh huh?" His smirk has you worried. "Well, we both have the next five days off.." "We do?!"
The excitement in your voice has him chuckling. "There's my pretty laugh. Yes, we do. I'm thinking on your first day back.. you go in with a ring on your finger."
You blink in confusion. "K-Kento, you don't-" "Oh I do. Am I the person to joke about wanting to marry you?" Your eyes start to fill, yet again, with tears. However, these tears make Nanami also tear up a bit.
"Are you... asking..?" "I have a ring just for you in my suit jacket, Y/N. Just say you'll marry me." He isn't really expecting you to jump on him, so when you do, he falls from the couch to the floor. "You know I'll marry you, Ken!"
The two of you share a long kiss, complete with tears and laughter. "Well, now that that's decided. I think we should get a head start on something." "What would that be?"
He stands before securing you in his arms bridal style. "The Prehoneymoon." "That isn't a thing, honey." He smirks before playfully smacking your ass. "For you, Mrs. Nanami, anything is possible."
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â teacherâs pet â i.n.
summary: in which the top student fails a test and gets extra help from his favorite professor.
pairing: student!jeongin x teacher!reader
genre: college!au
warning: sub!jeongin, dom!reader, pet play, noona kink, exhibitionism, handjob, ear licking, humiliation, quirofilia, seduction, he still has his braces.
word count: 1.9k
authors note: i really donât know where this idea came from, but all i know is subby jeongin = đ€€. thank you for supporting me! watching people like my little writings really make my day.. hope yâall enjoy this <3. stream âGoing Dumbâ!
âwould anyone like to explain what it means to be dependent on an organism?â
jeonginâs eyes concentrated on you, as he listened to your voice encompassing the leveled platform. todayâs lecture was based on the living organisms in the world and you seemed to be determined for everyone to learn the curriculum.
however, jeongin could not focus on anything except your figure. you were wearing a white skin-tight turtleneck and black formal pants that emphasize your ass. all topped off with a large suit jacket and black louis vuitton heels.
it overall made his heart jump for joy just enjoying the view.
he thought about how those heels would look wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you; screaming his name. or maybe how your tiny hand would slip around his throat as he begs for your come.
âmr. yang?â
jeongin quickly snaps out of his trance to hear you calling his name. and not in the way he wanted.
you looked up at him with sad eyes, upset at him for not paying attention to your favorite lesson. âwhatâs going through that head yours? is it more important than organisms?â
he quickly fixed his posture, shaking his head rapidly, and responded with, ânâno, iâm sorry noona. i just was thinking too hard about something. iâll promise to listen from now on.â
you hummed with caution, continuing the biological lecture. the student sighs gratefully for you letting him go off easily and tries to at least take some notes.
âyo, i.n. you okay?â a familiar voice whispered.
jeongin turns to see his two close friends, seungmin and felix, staring down at him in question. âyeah, you seem a little off today.â
confirming he says, âuh. yâyeah; iâm okay.â
âmhmm. okay with staring professor y/n down huh?â felix smirks.
the heat on i.n. 's cheeks becomes noticeable when hearing about his staring. he then tries to ignore the statement by writing his name and the current date in his notebook.
âleave him alone felix. heâs just probably having some problems with the lesson; you should perhaps ask noona for help.â seungmin tries to intervene.
âyeah; i mean, maybe noona can also help you with other problems. if you know what i mean.â felix grins bumping jeonginâs arm.
âfâfelix!â
âboys?! care to tell us what is so interesting other than my lesson?â your voice suddenly booms throughout the room. jeongin jumps at your tone and begins to apologize again once making you soften.
âthatâs alright, but please pay attention. oh, and jeongin, stay after class for a few minutes to speak with me.â
he didnât know what to think at that moment; with felix oohing in one of his ears and seungmin trying to shush him in his other or the fact that you wanted to talk to privately.
alone, with no one around, made his mind officially shut down.
âyou wanted to speak with me noona?â
you shifted around to see jeonginâs stiff form; then took note of how nervous he looked and gave him a light smile. âhey, kiddo. i just wanted to see how you were doing lately.â you wished to see some type of relief release through him.
but unfortunately, that didnât happen.
he still looked kind of anxious to speak with you, letting you know how intimidating you seemed. âhey itâs all good, you're not in trouble or anything, i promise. iâve noticed how youâve been acting recently in my class and how your scores dropped a little,â you reassured.
âai! iâm so sorry noona!â
you giggle at the studentâs consistent apologies. in your mind, you thought how cute he was; like a puppy aching to gain approval from its owner.
maybe you could make him as your puppy and work hard for that admiration.
immediately, you shake your head from the naughty images. ever since the semester started a few months ago, your thoughts almost ran around yang jeongin.
how his pretty smile, concealed by clear braces, shined at your speaking, how his crescent-shaped eyes followed your every move; making you feel sexy, how large and veiny his arms grew over time within the season, etc.
âthatâs alright, jeongin. i just want you to feel comfortable in my lectures. how about this, you and i have a session later this evening to cover the material for the next exam. what do you think pupâ?â you offering, accidentally calling him by the pet name you gave him.
after catching the tiny nickname, jeongin clumsy drops his possessions while feeling something swell in his pants. he begins to overthink the word. pupâ? why did that sound so nice coming out of your mouth? and how was he gonna hide the fact that his dick got hard in the middle of their conversation?
âiâiâm sorry!â
âoh! no worries hun! here; let noona help you out.â
you instantly proceeded over, bent down, and gathered i.n.âs school objects. starting with some of his blue pens, his macbook, and then his green two-subject notebook. ânânoona! i got the notebook, itâs okay.â jeongin stuttered.
it was almost like he was trying hard to hide something in the notebook, and suddenly it all made sense as it opened to the front page.
yang y/n. it was his surname combined with your first name.
it seemed as if time swiftly froze with silence when discovering the secret. however, it didnât bother you essentially much as jeongin thought it would have had. âaw, pupâ, this is cute. yang y/n has a nice ring to it, donât you think?â
the air that was in jeonginâs lungs properly stopped working when distinguishing how seductive your tone became. âiâi..â
ârelax a lilâ pupâ. listen, will you promise to meet me later this eveningfor some tutoring. i think you could really use it. plus if youâre goodââ
you shifted closer to the studentâs ear lobe and whispered, âânoona could give you a reward.â
jeongin swore he felt some pre-cum drip down from his pants. âyâyes, noona.â he swallowed trying to moist his dry throat, then jumped moaning in pleasure when your small hand gripped around his erection.
âgood. see you then, pupâ.â
a few hours later, jeongin ends up at the universityâs public library, not knowing what to expect. though, he did make sure to be ready for any possible situation. what did you mean by rewarding him? did you feel the same way he did?
you must have since you did touch his swollen cock during your conversation. or maybe it was just his imagination?
jeongin sighs restlessly thinking of the concept while waiting for your arrival. that soon ends as he hears your alluring voice greet out, âhiya pupâ! ready for our lesson?â
he peers up from the libraryâs table to see you wearing informal clothing. a tight crew neck that reveals your smooth arms extending down to red-painted nails and large breasts bouncing with every step you take.
âah! i hope you werenât waiting too long, i got held up in traffic.â
âtâthatâs okay noona! i just got here.â
you smile at his nervousness, now acknowledging where it came from, and sat down in the hard chair right next to him. âgood, we can get started. i hope youâre ready,â you whispered, feeling an urge to dominate.
jeongin gulps recognizing a certain excitement coming from his pants within hearing your tone and replies with, ârâready?â
âso, what does adaptation consist of?â
jeongin couldnât comprehend what you were saying being he focused on the way your glossed-up lips looked. the way he could imagine it wrapped around cock or it traveling up and down the side of his neck molding kisses; it worked him to the point where he was solid hard.
âpupâ, what is going through that mind of yours?â
âsâsorry. itâs just, i guess this lesson isnât grasping in my head yet.â he tries to explain not wanting to upset you.
however, instead of upsetting you, your colored eyes just darken. âoh! i have any idea; remember when i said i would reward you if do goodââ
jeongin nods excitedly, making you giggle.
ââwell, i know you understand the concept of this chapter. so to push you a little more, iâll ask you a question and if you get it right, that little cock of yours will get to come.â
the student freezes up at your approach, thinking it was a dream too good to be true. âw-wait what?â
âwhat is the definition of homeostasis?â
âi, uh, i think it's an organism's constant adjustment to maintain stable conditions in itself?â
you reached under the table discreetly and unbuttoned the pants on jeongin grasping his swollen cock. âo-oh my god, noona!â
âshh, pupâ. you gotta be quiet for me; now onto the next question. who created the biogenesis theory?â
jeonginâs breath became too much for him to handle feeling the pre-cum drip from his blood-filled tip. ânânoona, please.â
âcome on puppy, tell me the answer or i stop.â
his mind starts to rush trying to find the answer before you let him go. it took him a couple of seconds, but once he got it, he hurried to speak. âhenry charlton bastain!â
âgood puppy.â your tiny hand moves faster, satisfied with the statement. you felt his cock throbbing with every stroke you took. like jeongin, you dreamt of this same exact moment. you wanted to control the poor student every time he walked through your room, when he made eye contact with you, or even when his plump bottom lip was bitten from his teeth.
and finally, it was happening.
âoh, whoâs a good puppy for noona?â
âm-me! i am noona.â
âthatâs right pupâ. next question, what are the five steps to the scientific method?â
i.n.âs vein from his cock popped out sensing the rubbing moving faster than before. âi only know four noona!â
âtoo bad, i wanted five or i slow down.â you coldly demand.
jeongin began to try to think hard on the five steps letting the sensation run through his body. âo-okay. itâs defining the problem, making a hypothesis, testing it, analyzing the results⊠then..â
your hand slows at his hesitation. âgive me the last one puppy.â
âoh! noona, donât stop! iâi. is it dâdrawing the conclusions?â
âgood puppy!â
his cock grows bigger when your finger grips at the base. then, you painted nails lightly scratch at his tight balls. âoh! noonaaa. that feels sooo goood. pleaseee.â
âcontinue to answer like a good pupâ then iâll keep going.â
soon after the next few questions, jeongin sits near his breaking point. ânooonnnaaa! please!â
âgrab your textbook and hold it up.â
i.n. clutches the hard-covered biology book to cover both you and him from public eyes. suddenly, you lower yourself to his lips, deeply kissing him with tongue, and wander towards his earlobe. âone more question, pupâ. what does stimulus mean?â
âuh! noona! please let me come! make your puppy come!â he moans a little too loud.
âshh. answer the question, then iâll let you come.â
âs-stimulus? it m-means anything an organism responds to.â
you then move your head to spit down to moist his penis. âgood puppy! getting your small cock rubbed in front of everyone like a little slut.â you cup the back of his neck feeling the shivers release through him.
âyou can come pupâ, come for noona.â
jeongin then lets go, coming hard in your hand. âo-oh! thank you, thank you noona!â
after guiding him to his high, you let go of him and licked the white, sticky substance from your hand.
âgood puppy. iâm sure youâll be ready for that next exam.â
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Top 10 Non American Animated Villains
@ariel-seagull-wings @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @storytellergirl @amalthea9 @princesssarisa @metropolitan-mutant-of-ark if you wanna do a list like this feel free to or just discuss these awesome baddies
My favorite Non Disney animated villains
Disclaimer for all these films not made in English , it was the English dub I saw (SAve for number 1 where I have seen it both dubbed and in its original language )
Also I am going to spoil a few movies,especially number 1 but
1.It is legit the only way I can discuss said villain
2.Its a movie that is devisive due to its subject matter ,so if you arent gonna see it anything I say wont sway you and if your on the fence maybe you will find this interesting
10.The Face from Phantom Boy
A criminal mastermind who seeks to ransom New York by causing a black out using a computer virus ,known only as the Face due to the fact his face i resembles a Picasso painting ,and everytime he tries to explain his tragic backstory,he is interrupted.He's a fun over the top villain (Wonderfully played in the English dub by Vincent D'Onofrio )
9.Mr Jones from Animal Farm
Jones is the cruel alcoholic farmer who is taken out of power when his animals rise against him.Now those familiar with the book might be calling foul,after all the leader of the Pigs is the main villain ,Jones is out of the picture pretty early....And while thats true ,and Napoleon is still the villain....I gave this spot to Jones cause.....His shadow LOOMS over this adaptation ,as the animals actions are all in rightious anger against ghis tyrany,defiance of his methods,fear of his return and even realizing Napoleon has basically beco9me a second Jones .He is also very menacing and he is animated brillaintly
8. Lucifer from the Wonderful World of Puss n Boots
An ogre sorcerer who wants to wed the princess.....And the more she says no the less nice he becomes .So while Shelley Duvall's Faerie Tale Theatre has my favorite take on the ogre from Puss n Boots ,I think this might be the best take .Here the ogre is an entitled suitor who while intitially having a nice guy facade ,becomesw meaner and nastier the more he do9esnt get what he wants
7.General Woundwort from Watership Down
A chief rabbit who rules his warren with an iron paw .So gonna be honest here,I much prefer him in the book ,as the film cuts out his backstory and the more complicated aspects of his characters.In the film he is just a brutal monster.....But hot damn thats what makes him scary .He is a incredibly savage killer who values strength above all ,assuming that tough guy Bigwig is the chief of the heroes and dismissing the real chief Hazel cause he is smaller and has a limp .Also Harry Andrews harsh delivery adds to the intimadation factor .I also his final act is bad ass
6.Mok from Rock and Rule
Mok is an aging rock star whose past his prime,coasting on his sucess , who has decided to raise a demon because ...I have no idea.His motivation is vague and honestly kind of dumb.....But damn does this guy have style ,I love his various costume changes and wigs .His animation gives him this sort of swagger about him and I adore Don Francks vocal delivery .He is very style over substance,which is oddly fitting for the character
5.Count Cagliostro from Lupin III:The Castle of Cagliostro
An evil count who is in charge of a massive counterfitting opperation that has infiltrated multiple countries that made him arrest proof who seeks to use two mcguffins to find an ancient treasure and marry a princess against her will .When I first saw this film,I didnt like this guy ,I thought he was a generic bad guy......But upon rewatch thats kind of what I like about him.This is a guy who knows he is the bad guy and enjoys it .He is going by the classic bad guy textbook and I love that .Heck I dont even think he has any reason at all to marry the princess other then thats what villains do .He's also one of the few Lupin villains who feels like a threat .I do like more nuanced villains(The top three are examples of that ) but I do have a soft spot for uncomplacted very evil dudes and miss the days of classical mustache twirly villainy
4.Colonel Muska from Castle in the Sky
A government agent who is an expert on Laputa (Titular flying castle) ,he intitally seems to be just a "suit",a face to give the faceless government ....Cept while he seems like one type of villain he actually is another ....Cause Muska is actually a descendent of Laputa and seeks to use its destructive cpabilities for conquest ,and is a power mad monster killing all the soldiers he had been working with through out the movie (Also when watching the English dub once he shifts to crazy mode that is the exact moment you go "Oh so thats why they cast Mark Hamill " ).I think the shift is very well handled .He's easilly a favorite of mine
3. Tetsuo from Akira
So Tetsuo is a troubled kid who ends up awkening psychic powers.....Then everything goes wrong .Tetsuo is kind of tragic .Oh he's still certainly a villain ,but when you break him down....He's just a kid.A kid with a inferiority complex,jealousy of his best friend and rage issues ,which are all inhanced and made worse due to his powers .Break him down,he's just a kid lashing out
2.Karaba from Kirikou and the Sorceress
A evil sorceress known for hating and eating all men .At first she seems like a classic fairy tale villain ,an evil sorceress who our young hero must defeat....Until we find out....She's a victim. Her hatred of men comes from being wronged by them ,and her power comes from a poisionus thorn,that while great power comes from it so does great pain . Her pain has isolated her ,made her cruel and hate filled,not entirely a monster (She actually does not eat people ) but definately living up to the villain image people see her as .I like her style and I find her sympathetic
1.Pascal from Felidae
Are number one villain is also the darkest villain . Our hero Francis has stumbled upon a series of cat killings in his new neighborhood and gains a few alies to solve the case.One being Pascal who becomes Francis mentor .Pascal is a likable old cat with high inteligence(Able to use a computer ).....Who also turns out to be a killer with a 400 cat bodycount .Pascals real name is Claudandus ,experimented on by humans ,he killed the scientist responsible and has vowed to breed a race of "Supperior cats" and eventually take down man kind ,while killing those cats he views as "Undesireable" .However Claudandus has cancer and is dying and wishes for Francis to continue his work .Now I wont say Pascal is the best twist villain ,but I like that even after he turns out to be a monster his demeanor doesnt shift,he stays as a pleasent gentlecat until he goes fully murdery during the final fight .I also like that he is a pure monster....But ya know how he became that ,and he has become as monstrus if not more so then those he despises .I think the reason he is my number 1 is his final line where he admits he is pure evil and laments it "You look at me now and all you see, Francis...is evil...yet once I was...good."
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