#close to what I think they teach; though I'm pretty sure there's gotta be some differences

[periprose]

Playstation Spidey is sooo blorbo- I love himmm. May I request something where Pete and Reader have been too preoccupied with studying and taking exams all week that when their date arrives on Saturday, they don't do anything but makeout instead cause they miss each other so much?🥲 (I just wish I had a Peter Parker to kiss😔)

I love him too and this idea is just 🤌🤌. I hope it's okay I made this a friends to lovers instead? :)

Your phone buzzes with a new message from Peter.

Peter: hey we still good for Saturday? the study date at the library?

Peter: sorry for not picking up earlier. Phys 403 is kicking my ass 🥹

You giggle to yourself. Peter had been so excited to see you this week- he was terribly busy with internships and FEAST and every single exam that was assigned this week.

You had half the workload he did, and you struggled to finish things, so you had no idea how he did it. It was quite irritating, not being able to catch up with Peter as often as you'd like, but you were hanging on for Saturday.

Even now- he strangely missed your calls and would usually pick up ASAP- and May's told you he's not at FEAST, so it's really confusing to you where he'd be. But you're not concerned, because you have exams to study for.

You: Yea we're still good pete

You: don't stress about it. worry about your exam

Peter: 🫡 will do ma'am

You laugh, picturing Peter saluting to himself.

/

The timer for your Shakespeare exam just rings as you hand it in to your professor, who gives you a firm, steely nod. You know how strict he is- he doesn't always allow for students to hand in things after the time's up, and even as you leave the classroom, you hear students pleading with him to let them hand in their exams.

You shrug to yourself, and turn the corner of one of the many hallways of Empire State University- bumping straight into Peter.

"Oh-!" You topple over, and although at your trajectory in the air you should've fallen over Peter, he somehow has enough strength to keep you upright in the air, holding you gently by the waist, and before you can think too much about his surprisingly strong capabilities, he's set you down again already.

"All good?" Peter asks, and you nod bashfully.

"Yeah. Just finished my Shakespeare exam. Not sure if I did all that well." You tell him, and Peter raises his eyebrows.

"With Strict Dr. Powell, huh?" Peter gives a wary glance past your shoulder, and then leans in extra close, seemingly not noticing how you fail to maintain eye contact. "Just between you and me, I'm pretty sure he's not actually tenured."

"What?" You stare up at him in surprise. "How else would he be qualified to teach a fourth year English course?"

"Well, let's just say I did a little sleuthing after getting a C- on my last essay. I know, I know what you're going to say-" Peter shushes you as you laugh, taunting him about an unusually low grade. "It was on Asimov, you know? Father of Science Fiction?"

"I think that was H.G. Wells, Pete."

"Right, whatever." But Peter's features bristle with that familiar fondness for you, and you smile softly at him as he continues. "I knew even if my essay wasn't perfect, a C- was really lowballing what it should've been. So I searched some of the school records, and he's actually named Powalski. ESU's letting him stay tenured even though he's only been a professor for five years. My guess is that they owe him some kind of favour."

"And that's why our poor student body has to worry about failing English classes this year, when they should be easy. Because of one crazy professor." You surmise, and Peter nods. "Still, I can't believe you went through the school records! How did you even access them?"

"Uhhhh..." Peter shrugs as he starts backing away, a slightly flustered look on his face. "Parker luck?"

"Peter, I thought that was supposed to mean bad luck." You retort, laughing over his antics.

"Yeah, I never said I wasn't in hot water for doing that." Peter jokes, and he flashes a peace sign at you. "I gotta head to my Physics exam. Talk to you later?"

Before you can respond, Peter suddenly squeezes your shoulder in a quick move, and he takes a moment, staring at your face, and your mouth, before dashing off. "I'm sure you did great on your exam, regardless!"

"Thanks." You're left with a sheepish smile that you shake off your face when Peter's far in the distance, unaware that he's got the same expression on his face.

/

Peter's kind of struggling a little bit with physics.

Sure, he's a total brainiac, and he's sure to ace it even with his current mood- he's just terribly distracted.

You smelt really good today. Like warm, vanilla-cinnamon goodness. Peter's heightened senses tell him you've got a new perfume.

But he's more focusing on your lips for some reason. Ugh, no. Peter knows why he focuses so much on your lips- you just happen to smile in the cutest, sweetest way.

And just now- you had laughed in the funniest way, your lips curling into a pout that Peter was sure was seared into his mind for good.

Oh, no. I'm a total goner. He gets back to his exam, ignoring this urge to kiss you.

/

There's a knock at your apartment door just as you're finishing tidying up. Your living room tends to be pretty ugly, and the last thing you want is for Peter to think you're a slob.

Peter calls your name through the door. "I'm not going to think you're anymore messy than I am. Stop cleaning! We gotta leave soon if we want to make it for our allotted study room time, and I just need to use the bathroom."

You shake your head, give yourself one last glance in the mirror, and then open the door.

"Finally. God, dude, you would think your apartment is a pigsty or something. I'm only going to be in here for five minutes." Peter jokes. "You would hate to see mine."

"Is that why you've never invited me there?"

"Uh, yeah. Otherwise you could crash whenever you wanted to there." Peter suddenly turns red. "I mean... you know, you're always tired after class and your apartment is further away from ESU than mine is."

"It's fine, Peter. No need for rambling." You reach forward, wanting to take the books out of his hands- you notice a slight scar on his palm. "Hey, what's that?"

"Ah, just an accident at Octavius' place. No big deal, it'll be gone before I know it." Peter randomly opens a door. "This the bathroom? No, it's a closet. Darn these misleading doors..."

"Down the hall, to the right, Peter."

He nods, and you suddenly feel a wave of giddy energy as he's gone. Yes, you've crushed on Peter for a while- you just don't think it's going to go anywhere since you're both so busy.

You're reapplying your lip balm when Peter wanders back to you a couple minutes later.

"Ah, should we go?" You say, slightly muffled as you continue reapplying. It's a delicious honeydew flavour- you can't help but eat your lip balm off your lips from time to time.

"Yeah..." Peter struggles to say something, anything, and you catch his eyes drifting from yours, to your lips.

"Is something wrong?" You look up at him uncertainly. "There wasn't enough toilet paper, was there?"

"Shoot. Might've used the last bit, sorry." Peter jokes, but he turns quiet, and he grows a little pink.

"Well, if that's all, let's get going." You put your lip balm back in your pocket, and move to get your coat out of the closet, but Peter grabs your arm with that too-quick motion he always seems to possess.

Peter wordlessly cradles your face- there's something echoing through his expression right now, affection, the kind, softness you've always known him to possess, but something else, too. Yearning.

You can't help but smile up slightly confused at him, not sure of his intentions, and while you're not stupid, you're not going to assume anything.

Peter doesn't hesitate and simply leans in and kisses you, a soft kiss that turns a lot more firm as you're pulled inwards by his hands, and you eagerly kiss him back, and you feel him grinning widely when he knows that you've wanted this as much as he had.

It's easy, it's always fun when it's with you, and he figures you both need stress relief anyways. Rather than studying chemistry in the library.

You reach upwards, and run your fingers through his brown, soft hair, and Peter groans ever so slightly against your mouth, which pleases you.

Suddenly he lets go, deeply red and looking a little woozy, but he still holds you close. "Sorry, I- I got a little carried away there."

"Don't be sorry. I wanted to do that too." You admit, a little shyly. "Are you okay with not studying?"

"Really? That's what's on your mind?" Peter looks genuinely a little aghast, even if he is joking. "I must've not kissed you hard enough."

Peter brings you to your couch, where you kiss him again, taking the lead in a way that makes his stomach flip-flop, not dissimilar to the way he feels when he free-falls off a building. You clamber onto his lap, trying to be gentle- and he pulls you down fully on him, wanting to feel every inch, every millimeter, even, against his body. There's an excited thump in his body for every squeeze he makes against you, and he feels his restraint leaving him when you suddenly sweep your tongue into his mouth.

Even when you leave room for air, Peter is insistent, reaching forward with more little kisses all over your cheek, and you reach back again for him, pressing your lips against his, feeling like there's no need to ruin this time with talking.

He really likes that. These are precious moments, few to be found considering how busy you both are, and Peter intends to make the most of it.

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Teachers Pet 🍎💋 [ part 9 ] Weekday Rescue!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI // 18+ only

PHOTO 📷 CREDIT • ♥️ DIVIDER

⚠️ Caution Warning ⚠️ TEACHER X STUDENT - - TEACHER CRUSH - - AGE GAP - - LEWD FANTASIES - - SLOW BURN

We’re back in business, babes! ✨ we finally made it ! enjoy a long cute chapter <3

[part eight]

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Aizawa was currently fixated on exams and hero work. Even though he still had a hero mentor to check up on his progress out in the field, Aizawa was able to catch up with the big leagues.

Even his older peers were shocked by his maturity and professionalism.

With the help of his team, he was able to bind down a sketchy villain. He was easy to pin down, a low level goon for sure but he was quick on his feet and had super speed.

The team from his hero agency found themselves thanking the young third year for the help. Without his erasure quirk, they probably would’ve ran around in circles looking for the low tier villain till sunset.

Aizawa could only tug his scarf and muttered thanks. He still wasn’t use to receiving compliments.

“Truth be told, but I think you gotta give yourself more credit, Aizawa.” One of the masked heroes chuckled lightly.

Another one chipped in. “Yeah, I admit, I was afraid of your quirk being a danger to us but you’re a natural at using it against those villains.” They laughed nervously. “Glad you’re on our side.” A sidekick added after.

To Aizawa, it feels weird after finally receiving recognition. The last time he had this amount of support was from only one teacher…

But sadly, the semester was close to the end and his studies were more focused on hero work than ever before. That meant general education became sidelined or given not much time at all.

Aizawa got to see less and less of Miss (Y/n) as hero agencies contacted UA and scooped up promising third year students.

Yes, he knew this would happen when he applied at UA but that was before he knew he’d catch feelings for a certain teacher that was kind and caring to him for the first time.

You were the very few people that encouraged him and wanted to see him succeed. And it actually felt genuine when you said it.

It felt..nice to hear…

Maybe he’ll go visit her after field training..it is a weekday so she’ll definitely still be at UA teaching. He concluded to himself.

Patrolling around his assigned town, his mentor told him he should probably take a break.

Aizawa found himself hungry and walking to the closest convenience store nearby to grab a snack.

As he walked, two young kids approached Aizawa with a cute curiosity.

“Whoa! A hero in training!!” Aizawa had to admit, after receiving looks from adults who passed by him with some passive looks, it felt weird hearing a kid praise and gush about him.

“That costume is super cool! What’s the scarf made of?” the kid pointed directly at Aizawa's bandaged scarf. The teen was at a loss for words, he didn't expect so much attention this quick. He told Hizashi that this was the only part of being a hero he wasn't the biggest fan of. The attention and media stuff.

"It's actually a special bandage made especially for my powers." Aizawa let it slide since they were kids and were curious about a hero's costume.

"SOOO COOL!!!"

"When I become a hero, I'm getting a cool scarf!"

"Whaaaat?? No fair! I called dibs!"

"Since when?" "Since now!"

The kids soon ran off, still going back and forth about hero costumes, leaving Aizawa confused and by himself again.

He strolled into the convenience store and was greeted by a friendly clerk at the register. He could use a snack for today. He sighed as he walked around the small aisle of chips. All these looked pretty good. But alas, he was short on cash, only enough for a small bag and a subway back home.

Aizawa could take what he can get. Hopefully, there's some home-cooked food waiting for him.

A bell rang as the store's door opened, Aizawa could faintly hear small heels clanking against the store tile floor.

Aizawa didn't think much of it until he heard a voice.

"Got any scratchers today?" A woman's voice perked his ears a bit. His head peeked from the aisle, viewing the women standing in front of the register as the clerk looked behind him.

Aizawa walked towards her, chips he found in hand.

"Miss (L/n)?"

She let out a small gasp and turned her heels, facing her student. "Oh! Aizawa, what a nice surprise!" She warmly smiled at the third-year student. Aizawa admitted it, he was happy to see her again. Her smile was kind and sweet, and her figure was also something he missed too--damn it! Now is not the time...

"How are hero studies going?" she asked. "I've been told third-year students are working as heroes full time now." She added.

Gosh he missed hearing your voice so much! He felt his neck feel hotter by the second seeing your pretty smile.

Aizawa did his best to look cool and unbothered, unfortunately that left him stunted with his words. He tugged at his scarf a bit and replied, “Yeah, we’re getting a lot more involved with the police and crime is getting a lot more overwhelming to patrol around towns and cities.”

Aizawa may have over exaggerated with the work stuff in order to sound busy then he was. He didn’t wanna be cottled but at the same time, wanted Miss (L/n)’s praise on how hard he’s worked…just a bit of an ego stroke…please.

His English teacher only nodded and hummed at his reply, eyes winded in shock when he mentioned the overwhelming assignments.

“Well I must say Aizawa, you seem to be holding your own, despite the circumstances.” She smiled. “Keep this up and you might surpass all the pros and adults in the near future.” She winked, teasing but encouraging the young hero. Aizawa was taken aback but humbly thanked her afterward. Definitely reminding him why he still has a small crush on you…

“Five scratches for you, miss?” The clerk spoke up, waving the lottery cards behind her. She turned her heels and attention away from the third year, she smiled and perked up, “Oh yes! Thank you sir! These will do fine.”

Aizawa walked his way back to the corner aisle where all the chips were and went straight to the fridge doors to find a cold drink to wash down his chips with.

Aizawa knew that this fantasy crush wouldn’t make sense in reality. Miss (L/n) clearly saw him as just a kid, nothing more. Although the teasing was friendly and a nice ego boost, it was just that, friendly.

It could never be.

Another bell ring chimed the store. Aizawa heard but wasn’t in view of who it was. (Y/n) was leaning by the counter, scratching her lottery tickets with a coin, taking her time.

The soles of military boots stomped down against the thin tile. The clerk perked his head and smiled.

“Welcome sir! Just browsing through or—“ A gun clocked and silence came almost immediately.

A rough scuffed voice could be heard. “Give me everything in the register.” He warned. (Y/n) gasped immediately, dropping her penny that she was using to scratch her ticket. She and along the clerk raised their hands up slowly, fear and worry on their faces.

Aizawa sharply turned, panic ensued. He immediately laid low within the small aisle. Gulping as sweat beads followed. This was not good. At least he knew the robber didn’t know he was here.

The celebration didn’t last though as his anxiety shot through the roof when he peaked his eyes through the counters and saw Miss (L/n) shaking, her standing frozen solid in fear. Crap! She’s a hostage too!

“Anything else s-sir?” The clerk muttered lowly. The robber hummed to himself.

“Get me some smokes! Actually, on second thought, some cigars.” The robber chuckled.

He gritted his teeth and brows frowned. The lowlife of robber wasn’t gonna get away…not on his watch.

Although anxiety got the better of him as he came back to reality. He couldn’t call for backup! Any communication would make too much noise and draw attention to himself. Making three hostages in the process. If was gonna prevent this robbery with no one getting hurt, he had to make his moves count!

The clerk gave the man a small package of cigars, as he did the man turned his attention to (Y/n), darkly smirking as he looked at her figure up and down. The teacher blushed and a look of discomfort followed.

“I’m taking this sexy minx with me!”

(Y/n) tried to get away but was pulled by her collar and her back was against that scumbags chest who soon chuckled darkly after. He’s hand grabbed both her wrists together and the other held a gun to her head. She gritted her teeth and struggled at his grasp.

“Let me go you, dick! You got what you wanted!” She spat, hatred and spite lingered in her words as she cursed at him.

“Nah doll, with this cash and cigars, we’re gonna have some fun together.” She was absolutely disgusted. Such scum, so greedy and pathetic that he could’ve just walked away with the money. The robber meanwhile was smitten and full of life, even after receiving a death glare from her.

“Oh don’t give me that, doll!” He teased, tightening his grip on her. She winced in pain, still eyeing him up with hate and scorn.

“I don’t see any pros here..” he laughed. “So who’s gonna stop me?”

“Nothing can! That’s what!” He answered himself confidently.

Aizawa knew that was his cue, he wiped his scarfs as far as he could, taking him by surprise!

Just then, the robber slipped on the tile, landing on his side. Unbeknownst to him as he boasted his victory, Aizawa wrapped his scarf around the robber’s ankles, pulling it caused his legs to fused and fall on his face against the tile.

Miss (L/n) quickly followed suit and elbowed the scums’ stomach to keep him down, running away as Aizawa rushed in.

Aizawa took the liberty of pinning the robber down on the cold tile as he had him all tangled up to make sure he wasn’t gonna move a single inch!

Aizawa called the police and said they were on their way. Miss (L/n) approached the clerk and ask if he was alright. Clerk nodded his head, still pretty shaken up. The teacher gently took him outside the store for some fresh air and assured him. “It’s all over, sir. The police are on their way.” She looked back and saw Aizawa still restraining the guy, and noticed how knocked out cold he was. Thank goodness.

She was immensely proud of Aizawa tonight! He handled that scum robber like a pro (no pun intended) and did his best to immediately call for back up. He was improving fast and had the marks of a future pro hero, no denying that! She never doubted Aizawa in the slightest.

After the police and some local pros came to assist the aftermath, media reporters interviewing witnesses or as many people that could be asked questions about what went down.

You opted to only report to the pros, to be honest, it was mostly you praising young Eraserhead. Police questioned and asked you if you were hurt but you assured them nothing crazy happened. You mentioned that the robber was being kind of a creep but you decided to not press charges.

Aizawa was a lot more quieter than usual, seeing all these media reporters and onlookers at the scene wasn’t what he expected to be in the middle of. He originally came for some cheap chips for lunch and few hours later, he’s being bombarded with reporters asking who he is.

He just wanted lunch…

Although he’s glad you’re safe and sound. He didn’t expect to be your savior today. It genuinely annoyed him how that criminal was treating you like an object and asking you for ‘a good time’. Pathetic.

He didn’t realize how mad he got, that he must’ve pinned down the guy a little too aggressive that he accidentally knocked him out cold when the police carried him away.

Oops

Aizawa turned his head, Miss (L/n) smiled, ear to ear, approaching him.

“You did an amazing job today, Eraserhead…” she warmly praised, winking as she said his hero name. Aizawa’s heart skipped a beat.

“Not your scene huh?” She asked simply, noting his quiet demeanor at the cameras and loud bystanders. Aizawa only sighed and shook his head.

She gasped, an idea sprung from her head. Aizawa cocked his head in confusion.

“How about we get outta here, lunch will be on me.” She flashed a smile. Young Aizawa couldn’t agree more!

Maybe patrol wasn’t so bad after all…

((To Be Continued…))

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[alevicke]

Request: SFW, platonic, TADC (headcanons)

-Reader is a 15-17 year old mime who doesn't speak, and instead communicates through emotes and sign language. What would their relationship with the TADC characters be like?

-I'm not sure how many characters you feel comfortable writing for at the same time, but if you don't want to write headcanons for each character, you can just write for Ragatha and Jax, since they're your favourites (I believe?)

Thank you in advance and sorry if I broke any rules

Aah I completely forgot to write I don't really enjoy writing for minors as readers! I should have specified that I didn't want to ban minors completely bc I like writing sometimes about canon characters as parents. My bad ;^; I'll try my best anyways, thanks for requesting!

TADC x Mime!Minor!Reader (Platonic)

(Ragatha, Gangle and Jax)

Ragatha:

Out of the three of them, she's probably the most protective. Being the oldest one she's also the most motherly one.

She's most of the times more like a mother than a friend. She sees you like a young one to protect the best as possible in that situation

She feels is completely unfair and disgusting that you ended up there. You had your whole life ahead and now were trapped (she had her whole life ahead as well but she is way more pissed off it happened to you even being a minor)

She loves seeing your mime tricks! She's often clapping at them and trying to guess what you're doing, like a fun game you both enjoy together.

You can feel the protection under her wing. Jax is not usually too much around you when she's by your side. And you're probably the only one who have heard an apologize from him after Ragatha broke the chancla in his back (that's my queen, sorry)

You didn't think it was possible but you could see his back completely red. Virtual world is so cool and your protector is the best

Ragatha is really sweet and caring and if you want to show her new mime movements you have been improvising she would leave everything just to be by your side seeing what they are.

She's also well awared that you're about to become an adult (when getting close to 17) and while that's a whole process she still want to be there to let you know she'll be by your side for any doubts, but luckily, most of the doubts probably were in your teen years. And that she won't stop caring for you just because you grow, she'll still see you as her little mime.

Luckily, Jax nor Zooble would be flirting with you so there is no people she gotta keep an eye on

Gangle

Gangle finds you more like a good friend. Someone she trusts to spend some nice chilling time. She likes that you're usually pretty quiet since she gets overwhelmed quite easily. And she already has enough dealing with Kingers screams to be honest

She likes all the mime tricks you have and just as Ragatha sometimes she tries to guess what are the movements you're doing. Other times, though, she would like you to teach her how to properly do it and appear that she is in a box

Despite being all laces is not that hard to teach her. She tries her best listening to you (She's actually scared you could think she's stupid for not understanding your explanations)

Gangle is pretty silly and nice, hanging with her is pretty easy because most of the times the words aren't even needed. She just likes to hang with someone and not be alone. Someone who won't be pushing her or breaking her mask

Or won't be clipping through time and space

Gangle often likes to sit next to you and come up with new ideas for new movements with you. It's something you both do sometimes to spend the time.

She offered to help you as an asset in the shows. Sure, the whole point of a mime is doing tricks and simulating invisible things are there, but let her be, she wants to have some fun in the twisted circus and have a silly show by your side

Jax

I'm sorry but it doesn't matter if you're 15 or 17, or even 9. This guy is still slapping your nape whenever you pass next to him

It doesn't matter what you do or what you say, to him, you're a kiddo he is going to annoy (until Ragathas appear). He's just being an asshole to absolutely everyone, really, nothing personal

He likes to annoy you a lot about being a mime. Sometimes he grabs the hat if you have one and throws it around away from you so you can't pick it up and other times he will imitate you and make fun of you

If you're making like you're trapped in a box? He'd do like he gets in the box and kicks you out of it

One time at the beginning you thought he was being nice doing a little mime act with you showing you something he had hidden in his hands and it turned out to be a boxing glove directly to your face. Not as big as the ones seen in the pilot episode but still fairly big and annoying

The first time Ragatha punished him for being so annoying with you, he spent a few days complaining being a whiny baby about not being able to do it. So he tries methods less visible like throwing you peas during the foods

Still, doesn't mean he would leave you out if you were in danger. Almost everyone has a feeling of protecting you if something bad happens so you can be sure that despite how annoying and a thorn in the ass he can be, he would still protect you and help if something ever happened

[dolly-macabre]

𝓓𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝟑

𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𖤐 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑵𝑰

"So whaddya think, huh?" Pickles is at her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "Pretty impressive huh? I think Kerran would lose his fuckin' mind if he saw all dese wheels!" He chuckles, thinking back fondly on their old friend back in Tomahawk who souped up whatever old cars he could get his hands on. 

Dolly's chuckle echoes his, following Pickles through the giant Mordhaus garage. "Yeah!" she agrees. "He sure would!" 

She marvels at the humongous Dethbus, its three tiers towering over them, eighteen wheels, and the large spiked dragon head jutting out front, making for a very intimidating ride. Almost every behemoth of a vehicle is preceded with "Deth", while the bike behind them, referred to as the Murdercycle, is just as impressive, sporting four sidecars. She has to admit, everything is pretty sick. 

"Oh, shit!" Her eyes widen as she grasps one of the handlebars of the Murdercycle. "You gotta teach me how to ride this beast!" 

"You got it, angel!" He smirks that familiar little smirk of his, lighting up a smoke. "We can do whatever you want!"

"Woah! What in the hell is that over there?" She points towards a limo hanging out in the corner, dashing over to it. It's a bit busted up, and the driver's seat is an ornate upholstered chair bolted to the floor. 

"Oh, that's the limo we got Murderface fer his birthday! It's the one Kennedy was assassinated in. And that chair's the one Lincoln got shot in." The cigarette dangles from his lips, bobbing as he speaks. "I don't think he'd like ya drivin' that."

Dolly takes notice of the flags with his face silhouette on them and huffs a disappointed sigh. "Weak, man!" she exclaims, examining the fat tires. Just then she gets an idea. A very disrespectful idea. 

"What's that look fer?" Pickles' smirk widens. He knows all too well when her brain is cooking up mischief. "I told ya, he's not gonna let you drive it! But I mean, if you wanna try crossin' some wires, I won't say anything!"

"I don't want to drive it! I mean, I do!" She grabs ahold of Pickles' hand, pulling him close so he pins her against the driver's side door. "But I'm thinkin' about somethin' a little more… Intimate." 

"Ooh! Yer thinkin' about doin' that? In there?"

"Why not? You said we can do whatever I want! Could be fun!" She rubs her hands together in a dastardly fashion. "We could really fuck with his head about it!" 

"Yer one evil lil shit, you know that?" he says, taking one last hit off his cigarette. He tosses the rest to the side as he closes in on her, his lips finding hers. Even though he tastes like an ashtray, she doesn't mind. Honestly, she loves it. The taste feels like home. Her fingers fiddle with his dreads as her other hand comes to rest on his chest.

Dolly breaks the kiss only to say, "I wouldn't have to be evil if he wasn't such an asshole!"

"Ya know, I never thought I'd get laid 'cause of Murderface!" One hand finds her cheek while the other reaches up under her shirt, tracing his fingers up her side while pinning her closer to him. "But you won't catch me complainin'!" 

"No more about him. It's killing the mood! Ah--" 

Pickles cut her off to suckle at her neck, leaving behind a small hickey. His wandering fingers wriggle under her bra, grasping at a tit.

Her moans reverberate through the garage until his lips meet hers once more, his cool tongue piercing teasing her. He's pressed so close to her now that she can feel his hard-on through his jeans. His hands only stray so he can open the driver's side door. As he takes his seat, she's quick to follow, straddling his lap. He looks up into her eyes as she places each hand on the sides of his face. She gives him a teasing peck on the lips before pulling off the Iron Maiden shirt she'd stolen from him earlier in the evening. It falls to the side of them as Pickles haphazardly pulls at the clasps of her bra.

"Need some help?" She giggles, reaching behind her back to guide his reckless hands. As her bra falls to the floor, he buries his face in her ample bosom.

"Oh, yeah!" he exclaims, his voice muffled. "That's the stuff!" 

"It's all yours, babe. Everything."

"And I couldn't ask fer more." He lifts his face to kiss her again, his fingers now unbuttoning and pulling down her jeans and panties with fervor. She follows suit, as he lifts his bottom to help her remove his jeans and briefs.

"Fuck, look at you." His hands grab at her waist, pulling her close enough that her wet warmth rubs against his cock. "Goddamn, Dahlia…"

She lets out a soft moan, rocking her hips against him.

"Ah! Oh…" His moans are needy, and she revels in them, reaching down to help him enter her. With how wet she is, he's easily able to slip right inside, groaning loudly as he does so.

Her head tilts back in ecstasy as she grabs at her tits, riding him slowly to start.

"Fuck, yer so fuckin' tight, Dolls…"

"Thanks! You're pretty cool yourself, dude!" she jokes, her breath heavy.

Pickles rolls his eyes and chuckles. Her sense of humor could be so lame sometimes. His hands grasp at her ass, guiding her up and down, faster now, as he pumps up into her in return. 

Dolly breathes a hungry gasp, leaning forward to bury her face against his neck. "Don't-- Ah! Don't stop!"

"Mm, you like that, babygirl?" He pounds harder now, his fingernails scratching down her back until he reaches her ass again. Cupping one side lovingly, he smacks the other cheek enough to leave a pink mark where his hand now rested. 

"Oh, fuck yes… Yes! Please, harder!"

The sweat rolls down both their bodies, glistening in the glare of the shop lights and soaking through his shirt. Pickles pushes his hips up as hard as he can, over and over, taking one of her tits in his mouth. He bites gently, leaving more marks across her chest and up her neck. Everyone would know what they'd done by the time they were finished. 

Finally, with a few more bounces on him, a shock runs through her body and she peaks. Warm fluid spills onto his twitching cock as she tightens around him. 

"Oh, gahd…" He speeds up his rhythm, panting hard into her chest as he finally releases himself inside her. 

She hums long and low. "Told you it'd be fun." She lays against him, thoroughly satisfied, as their breathing evens out together. 

"Hoo! Ya sure did, angel." He lights up another smoke, sharing it with her as she trembles against him. "That was fuckin' incredible!" 

"So," Dolly speaks up after a long moment in each other's arms, "are ya gonna take it out or are we hoping for round two?"

"Hey, haven't got caught yet! Why not?" He chuckles, running his hands up and down her back. "Gimme fifteen minutes or so and we can get right back to it."

Dolly gleefully lays against him, cuddled close, waiting for their moans and sighs to fill the garage once more. 

[zealfruity]

I gotta know more about Jedi Cutup

How does he handle his antics totally not getting under Quinlan's skin?

On a scale of 1-10, how hard does their shitposting break that scale?

Is he any good with his saber? What's his favorite form of the seven? Does Quinlan teach him any -non- Jedi forms?~

How resonant in the Force does he become/what are favored "powers"?

I’m so happy you asked me this. Mostly because i love Cutup but also because I didn’t really think beyond that? So here’s what I’ve cooked up for you:

1. He keeps upping the antics. If Quinlan is unphased or perfectly in tune with whatever's Cutup's cooking up (which is most of the time that guy gets up to so much bs)? Cutup gets more ambitious. At some point he does realise that it's not going to work, but it takes a lot of trying and failing. The only time he ever threw Quinlan off his stride was the first time Quinlan heard about him from Obi-Wan, and then maybe after Cutup catches onto a Force trick very quickly Vos didn’t expect it. Afterwards Cutup didn't have much luck, which is annoying when part of your whole Thing is that you imbalance and inconvenience authority 24/7.

2. I'm not really sure what you mean here, my reading comprehension can be iffy. The Vos and Cutup duo get into a lot of shenanigans, they're a good apprenticeship match. Shit gets done but the way it gets done always ends up being…. Out of the box. So I guess 9/10, knowing eachother def raised their individual Hijinks Magnets’ strenghts.

3. He's alright with it, just not used to close range stuff. He was trained as a grenadier, which involves a lot of aiming+throwing explosives far away and then shooting deadly blaster fire at ennemies. He's good at aiming blaster bolts when deflecting them, and he's not a very traditional fighter so that definetely helps him out. Form V is the one he's best at and likes the most, and when learning with the practice saber, it was definetely the one he had to use the most if ever he needed to (still being at war on the frontlines and all). he has the physical capabilities energy to use Form IV (he was always a little bit of a showoff, he's the kid who does sick flips on the trampoline and then probs hurts himself doing a backflip wrong). It saps him of his force strenght quickly though and he hasn't quite mastered the spatial awareness it needs, so he has to be careful.

4. Cutup's gotten good at some niche hand-to-hand techniques that Quinlan knows. He learns how to use a blaster/saber way of fighting where the saber is mostly used for defence and some close combat, and the blaster used for offence and long range. Quinlan helps him merge what he’s been taught his whole life being a trooper and the new things he’s learning from the Jedi in peacetime.

5. He's not the strongest Jedi in the room, he's pretty average and the years of uncontiously supressing something like that for self preservation reasons (kamino + war = bad mixture for an untrained force sensitive, also some story and lore stuff that I don't feel like getting into right now). He's good at the whole "something is about to happen" feeling and can manage to get decently specific with it. he's learned how to concentrate his usage of the Force in one big, short burst that can have pretty cool results (but tire him out emmediately afterwards, any further Force usage is difficult and can leave some damage to him). It's the longer lasting, consistent usage (used for say, deep meditation, holding smth up for longer than 30 seconds, and sensing larger amounts of people) that he has a lot of trouble with. Gets really good at timing when to enhance his strenght and speed with the Force in short moments, but again: keeping it consistent during a fight is not his strong suit.

Hope this helped :)) As always, my ask box is open ✨

I like how little guy he looks here.

[sombersafari]

Sockmaniacs

Wakko: So you're saying that I'm supposed to go into a shop and pick out a new pair of socks? Yakko: Yes, but like not the nice ones that smell bad or anything like that. Wakko: What's there to pick? Yakko: Uhh… a good brand of socks? Dot: Why does this have to be such a big deal? Yakko: Because your sock taste buds are so sensitive that you can never pick the perfect socks, therefore I'm helping you make an informed decision on which ones to try first and which ones you don't want to try anymore. Wakko: Wow, you think you're helping me and my sis? Yakko: Yes, and if I am, then it must be pretty damn hard for you two to make a smart decision about something as basic as socks. Dot: I'm making them with my eyes closed right now. Wakko: Well, I hope you do. Dot: Thanks, you know you boys care about me and my fashion sense. Wakko: Of course we care about your fashion sense. Yakko: No but like seriously, why is this so hard for you two to decide? Dot: I don’t know, maybe the socks have some sort of special meaning. Wakko: I doubt the socks will even tell us their secret if they aren't even allowed to give clues. Yakko: Hmm… you might be onto something there. Wakko: Or I think they could just talk to us. Dot: How do you know that socks will even talk to us? Wakko: Um, I mean yeah they do kinda speak in riddles sometimes but still...? Yakko: I wonder if there's a way to communicate with socks that's not by words... like maybe we could put our hands on one and see if they feel like they should speak too. Dot: I doubt it would work but at least it would be entertaining. Wakko: Okay, but then again, we don't know whether our souls will be able to communicate either. Yakko: We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Wakko: Right… anyway I don't understand how you keep buying them if they clearly have no purpose. I mean what use are those socks? Dot: Well, I was kind of hoping they would teach you to play piano, but I guess that's too much to ask. Wakko: You don't say. Yakko: Haha, you really need to lighten up, Wakko. Dot: Maybe he needs a bit more sunshine in his life than I do. Wakko: Don't be so pessimistic. Yakko: Well, it's either that or he needs a couple of glasses of water, but I think his personality is already too dry and sunburnt for any amount of water to help him. Wakko: Hey, don't compare me to a dehydrated potato. Dot: You were born dried out, though. Wakko: And yet I manage to keep my body looking good all day long despite being a potato. Yakko: That's because you eat a lot of food. Wakko: What can I say, I'm a growing boy who enjoys eating as much as possible. Dot: And yet you still can't eat worth shit. Wakko: …You're right, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't call my running gag worthless. Yakko: I wouldn't ever say that. Wakko: Anyway, let’s not go off on a tangent. We still gotta figure out how to communicate through socks. Dot: Well then how are we supposed to get that done? The only thing I've learned from talking from these socks is that they're useless. Wakko: We don't even know if the socks can understand us or just respond to our signals, so maybe we should just try it. Yakko: Are you sure that's a good idea? Wakko: I'm positive. If we keep trying, the socks might eventually get a clue that we can't hear them and reply in kind or something. I mean what else are we supposed to do with our time? Yakko: Fair point. Alright, let’s start causing some mayhem! [and so they started communicating with socks until they were out of the store for doing those things]

[angeldcgs]

nickie supposed it would be nice to engage in a hobby that led to creation rather than destruction. perhaps that would make him feel as though he was contributing something positive to the world, rather than believing himself to be a waste of space at best and a burden to society at worst. such feelings of self loathing had been instilled in him since early childhood, and by that point, he considered them a permanent fixture in his life, something that he'd long since grown to live with. "i'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie, actually... used to be real into bikes and shit, 'til i crashed my suzuki. felt like losing a spouse." he shook his head softly as he lamented his lost love, distracted for a moment by the bitter memory. some found it silly, to be so attached to an inanimate object, but the way she spoke of the life cycle of plants told him that she'd understand. it was quite beautiful, actually— she had such a poetic way of phrasing things, it tugged at his heartstrings, despite not being all that fond of the concept of gardening before. "is it worth it, do you think?" he found himself inquiring further. "all that work, for so little payoff?" while he didn't exactly know what a corpse flower was, it didn't sound all that appealing, and if it only lasted such a short amount of time, he couldn't imagine there was a way to sell it. in his eyes, he couldn't see the worth, but of course, someone as deeply connected to nature as she was would have a different opinion. "it's all beautiful... don't think i've ever seen nothing like it." though his praise was genuine, he did have ulterior motives in mind. his boss wanted whatever information about eralia and her plants that he could possibly get, and if nickie couldn't figure it out through snooping around, he'd just have to schmooze it out of her. his charm was his greatest asset, after all. he could tell she was shaken by his sudden shift to a more flirty tone, trying to suss him out with her pointed gaze as she drew closer. maintaining his composure, he stayed rooted to the spot, still sporting that same smirk and a little twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "i'm sure you got nothing to hide... but i bet you gotta lot to teach." once she was close enough, he reached out and tucked a coiled tendril of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering just a bit too long by her cheek to be purely casual. "maybe if my teachers were as pretty as you, i woulda done a little better in school. mighta graduated, even." his efforts were verging on corny, but when delivered in his low, gravelly tone with his eyes boring into hers, he was sure it'd be quite the struggle to resist giving in.

it's a fair argument. gardening nor bird calling was something well suited for someone with hyperactivity. it required extended lengths of attention, stillness and a steady hand, and while the rewards it brought were abundant — far beyond the picturesque view of her garden — they were anything but immediate. "then what are you built for?" she's unaware of it until the question escapes her, but unlike the others, this query doesn't come with the intent of discovering his motives. it was simpler. a curiosity that's nipping at her brain, begging her to dissect her new associate, genuine conversation and companionship things she hadn't experienced in some time. "i'm afraid it gets more painful than that. some plants spend far longer waiting for that moment than living it. the corpse flower can take over a decade to bloom only for the flower to begin to wither a day after it opens. within a few days, it's replaced entirely by fruit and within two months, the spathe dies and leaves the plant dormant for years awaiting another bloom. — imagine growing a child for a decade to only have them at their truest selves for seventy-two hours. if you're lucky." they were the very intricacies that fascinated her so, that left her yearning for more knowledge. "they are quite beautiful...aren't they?" the corners of her pale buds curl, fingers trailing along a nearby stretch of leaf, praise she wasn't sure she'd heard since her grandmother had passed. "colorful. petals. you may be well on your way to becoming a botanist before you know it." though it's his next words that , for the first time, actually manage to take eralia aback. those features falter, eyes staring blankly at him — as if she'd been struck by a force unknown and suddenly forgotten their conversation. she's not used to interaction of this sort; extended, personal, playful. his charm seems to catch her off guard more than his presence had. "all night?" tone as confused as it is curious, left to wonder if his interest in staying was genuine or based on whatever had brought him here to begin with. "that's a little long for someone not built for this kind of stuff, is it not?" she dares a step closer, wonders what happened to the trepidation that had filled him moments ago, wonders why he hadn't made a hasty exit. "whatever you think i'm hiding, i'm not." another step; testing her limits. testing him. "and if i was...you wouldn't find it." words are hushed, like it's a secret she shouldn't be disclosing, like there was anyone else around to pay them mind. "and you can relax. i'm no lady."

[allthingskakashi]

Head canons if Kakashi had an older brother/sister? Pretty please?

I LOVE the thought of kakashi with an older sibling, poor bb could've had a better childhood >_< he really deserved that. Someone to share his grief with, someone to guide him when he felt lost, someone to come home to, someone to love him dgsgaj HELP

I gotta say though i feel super out of touch with kakashi cause its been a while since i watched the show or wrote about him and i have half a remaining brain cell buuuuuut I'm gonna still try to give you whatever raggedy scrap i can cause you said pretty please and i can't say no to that <3

• Kakashi With an Older Sibling Headcanons •

as a child, most of kakashi's time was spent with his sibling because sakumo would be out on missions for the most part

They'd be kakashi's biggest role model and he'd would often turn to them for help with his studies or to teach him new jutsus

A lot of their time would be spent training together on the grounds and despite being several years younger, kakashi always put up a good challenge. His sibling would often joke that kakashi would make jonin before they did, which as it happened, Kakashi did end up being

Kakashi has no memories of his mother but his sibling, having spent a few years in her presence, would tell him little of what they could remember of her. Kakashi always had a lot of questions to ask about her and never seemed to be quite satisfied with the answers he got

His brother/sister tried their hardest to satisfy his curiosity the best they could but would eventually tire out and put him to bed with a "time to go to sleep"

Even as a kid, kakashi had a tendency to push himself too hard. Sometimes he'd spend the entire day poring over his books and his sibling would have burst into his room, shut his books and pull him out of the chair saying "thats enough studying for the rest of the year, stop being a such a geek and let's go have some dango"

After sakumos death, the two became inseparable. They'd sleep in the same room, go to the market together, cook together, eat together. His sibling would drop him off and pick him up from school every single day. Everywhere they went, people stared at them. Some with sorry glances, some with contempt and disgust. But it was easier to brave the looks together than to be subjected to it alone, and his sibling wouldn't keep from hitting people back with a death stare if they looked too long, especially at kakashi

They didn't share a lot of words in the initial days following their father's death, neither of them could bring themselves to talk about it. Instead, they'd simply make sure to look out for one another. When his sibling was so swamped with the task of assorting bills and filing paperwork that they forgot to have breakfast, kakashi would fix a plate and bring it up to them. And on nights when kakashi could only toss and turn, they'd stay up with him and talk to him, tell him about stories from their own missions, keep his mind from wandering until they heard kakashis drifting off to sleep with soft breaths

As he became a little older, Kakashi would often lash out about stupid it was of sakumo to abandon his mission, but his sibling, being older and harnessing every value sakumo had imbued upon them, knew that what their father had done was the right thing to do and they'd try to reason with kakashi to make him realise that

I'd like to think that if he had a sibling, they'd have discouraged Kakashi from joining the Anbu and he wouldn't have had to witness everything he had to in those years which added to his trauma

I also dont think he'd have been as closed off to the world as he was, had he grown up with a sibling

Over the years, both of them would lose people they cared about- friends, comrades, it's inevitable in their world. but at the end of the day, they'd have each other. And that would be enough

His sibling knew that Kakashi preferred being left alone whenever something bad happened, he's never been much of a talker. And they'd heed his wishes for the most part. But not without making sure to tell kakashi that he could, of course talk to them if he wished to and to assure him that mishaps do occur sometimes on missions and he is not to blame. They'd bring kakashi his meals in his room, and check in every night to see if he was in bed and not out in the middle of the night, sitting by some grave in the cold

His sibling would definitely see how much gai cared about their little brother and they'd encourage kakashi to give him a chance sooner

As adults, i see them both being very strong shinobi, both with exceptional skill and intelligence. and definitely a great team together. Years of training together has taught them to work impeccably in accordance with each other. The two of them are sent together for only the toughest missions and there hasn't been one failed mission on their watch

His sibling is also the ONLY ONE who's seen kakashi without a mask so they're constantly ambushed by all sorts of people asking for a description at the very least, or a picture. Several of them have even offered to pay up a bribe. Kakashis genin team is of course begging for a picture at every chance, and the adults genma, kotetsu, izumo are no better.

Kakashi's sibling is also the only one who has witnessed him lose his cool

"Is it really THAT hard to close the cap once you're done using the shampoo?"

"You wouldn't happen to know why there's only two bento boxes instead of the three i kept aside would you? THOSE WERE FOR MY TEAM!!"

"THAT'S MY VEST, do your own laundry"

Like every other sibling, they do ofc have their ocassional squabbles and disagreements. It's in the fineprint when you get a sibling. but at the end of the day, they're both fiercely protective of one another and they know they can count on each other, always

There's honestly so much that can be done with this concept but this is all that my brain could come up with right now so pls accept this piece of crap <3

[weepinglevi]

patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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The Playgirl (ft. LOONA's Yves) [Part 2] [Female Reader]

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Hello! I'm back with part 2!

Futa!Yves x Fem Reader, just in case ya forgot.

If you prefer, this is also on AO3 and AFF!

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Yves shows up on time for tutoring, to your surprise.

"Hey baby."

"Don't 'baby' me."

"Sure. Let's start."

"Alright. Open up the textbook. We're starting from the basics. I've printed out some of the prerequisites for this topic, since what you did last time wasn't up to standard due to lack of practice of the basics. Now…"

Yves listens attentively. In fact, things go a bit too smoothly for the both of you. Yves doesn't make any cheeky quip, pull out any pet names, or flirt with anyone that passes by. The womanizing playgirl you knew disappears, and in its place is a focused, dedicated young woman. Sometimes, you even find yourself staring at her work on the problems in front of her. The change is… welcome, to say the least.

Your eyes roam Yves's styled hair, swiped back to expose her forehead, down to her beautiful large eyes, button nose, and full lips.

God, you're gay. Sure, you're literally admiring the beauty of the most insufferable bane of the universe, but you're just so fucking gay and hot people are hot, no matter how irritating they are, so...

When your eyes shift back up, you're met with Yves's smirk.

"See something you like, babe?"

Fuck.

"N-no."

"Liar."

"Fuck off." You rush to change the subject. "How're you doing?"

"I've been done for a while. You would know if you weren't spending the time looking at me."

You refuse to dignify her with a response, checking through the solved problems. With your coaching, Yves manages to get two more questions correct as compared to last time, but she still makes some simple mistakes.

"Okay, here's the issue. In question two…"

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Yves continues to show up for every tutoring session. Somehow, a week passes by, and it is now Friday.

"Good afternoon, babygirl."

"Don't 'babygirl' me. How many times do I have to say it?"

"Mm, whatever. How're you doing?"

"Why do you care?"

Yves pulls out the chair next to you, leaning back on it, resting her legs on the table. She turns to you, grinning.

"Of course I'd care! You're my tutor, and if you don't feel good, you won't be able to teach me properly. If I don't get taught, I won't learn, then I'll fail, and I don't get to win. You know that I always win."

"I'm not sleeping with you."

"That's what you say, but not what you mean."

"Fuck you."

"That's what you'll be doing in five months' time."

"No I won't. Bring out the Calc textbook. We're going through Chapter 4 today."

"Alright, babygirl."

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The change in Yves becomes apparent when she somehow is present earlier than you on Monday morning.

"Yves?"

"Oh, hey babe."

You sigh at the pet name, but having heard her call you that for quite some time now, it doesn't grind your gears as much anymore.

"Don't 'babe' me."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Yves returns her attention to the papers she is working on, and the familiar math problems catch your eye.

"Calc?"

"Yeah. I promised I'll be the best student. Here I am."

"We'll see about that."

"You're looking at it right now." Yves rises from her chair, and in a flash, she has her arm around your waist, her face inches from yours. "I'm going to win, babygirl."

"G-Get off me!" Your face reddens instantly at the close proximity of your lips to hers. Memories of the chaste kiss Yves planted take front and center stage, and you can't help but look away from Yves.

"You're so pretty."

Yves has her gaze locked on your lips, then to your eyes. She is so close, too close, even. Heat flashes all over your body—every touch Yves leaves on you seems to burn.

"I mean it. You're gorgeous."

"T-Thank you."

The smug smirk never leaves Yves's face. She releases you from her smoldering gaze and grip, but she leaves you with a rapidly beating heart and a large distraction for the day to come.

When class begins, Yves tries to take the time to listen to the professor. However, she is soon back to her old ways, flicking paper balls at classmates and being on her phone more than she listens.

"Yves."

"Yeah, baby?" She meets your gaze, her tongue darting out to moisten her dry lips. Her hands carry on working on moulding another tiny paper ball.

"You're not listening."

"I am!"

"What was the last thing the prof said?"

"Um…"

You roll your eyes.

"Best student, my ass."

"I made that promise to you, not to him."

"You won't learn if you don't listen to him either. How're you going to be the best if you can't even do that?"

"Oh, so that's how it is?"

"That's right." You think hard about the words you want to say next, but maybe… maybe it is worth the risk. After all, Yves is still the bane of your existence, but she could be less of that if she keeps up her effort in trying to learn.

"You don't get to fuck me if you're not the best."

You watch as Yves freezes. She stares at you, her jaw hanging, before she steels her gaze to your eyes, staring deep into your soul.

"So this is how you wanna play, babygirl?"

"Yeah." You can feel your bravado slowly disappearing.

"Fine. I'll listen. I'll play by your rules."

Yves leans to your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. Her deep whisper makes you shudder.

"You will be mine at the end of the year, baby. I promise you: I'll ace my exams, and you'll love me for it."

Perhaps provoking your seatmate wasn't the best idea. Now you have to deal with the deep flush on your face and neck, as well as the heat between your legs.

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A month passes.

Every week, the same things go by—tutoring, classes, more tutoring, more classes. However, what changes is how close you and Yves get with each other. By no means were the both of you friends, but she isn't as much of a thorn in your side anymore.

[yves💘 sent a message:]

Baby

I need a bit more help with the math from the last chapter.

Can I see you this weekend?

Saturday, 10am, Seoul U entrance?

[You sent a message:]

Sure.

I'll see you.

[yves💘 sent a message:]

Good.

Dress nicely, baby. It's a date.

[You sent a message:]

Fuck off.

You groan when Yves manages to charm you through text. Outfit ideas are already flowing through your head, and you sink your face into the comfort of your palms. Why do you even care about looking pretty for Yves?⁶

Well… that genuine grin she flashed after a muffled gasp of surprise when you wore a dress once in the past month was gorgeous on her. That was why.

You remember Yves actually having the slightest hint of a blush when looking at you, and she seemed to be a little less flirty that day, opting to take short glances at you when she thought you weren't watching. This newfound attention was… welcome. You couldn't deny feeling shy having Yves check you out. After all, you were just the nerd girl in class, and having this attention from a hot girl you could consider a crush not as much of a pain in your ass felt so good.

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Saturday arrives, and here you are, waiting outside Seoul University.

You choose to keep things simple: just a simple button-down dress with daisies printed on the fabric. Your hair is tied up in a cute bun. The pink backpack you carry completes the look, with a nice pair of flats.

The sun isn't too bright, and a cool breeze keeps you comfortable while waiting. You can't help but get nervous, though you know it is irrational to feel so. After all, this is just another study session. However, Yves's text to you earlier in the week keeps flashing across your eyes.

'Dress nicely, baby. It's a date.'

You know this is just a study session. However, a part of you dimly wishes that it isn't, before you hurriedly bash those thoughts with a hammer and then set them on fire.

The revving of a motorbike catches your attention before it zooms down the road. You can see the bike move across the lanes, then slowing to a stop in front of you. The rider, clad in all black leather, complete with jacket and boots, seems to freeze in front of you, before slowly drawing the helmet off their head.

"Hey, babygirl."

Yves grins at you, her eyes sweeping over your body. Her gaze lands on your legs, moving up to your torso, your chest, and then to your eyes and hair.

The next words she mutters are meant to be kept to herself, but you hear her anyway.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous."

Your heart takes off, pounding against your chest. You try to hide the flush on your face by staring at the ground, but you field a gaze to Yves, who looks a bit like a deer caught in headlights. She looks so handsome, so cool, and downright fucking hot at the same time.

Hmm… What would it feel like being pinned under her again?

The intrusive thought you have gets stamped out instantly, but the effect lingers—you can't help but check Yves out, feeling a rush of heat deep within your loins.

Her agreement with you was starting to look more and more appealing. Maybe you do have to teach her well.

"Get on."

"What?"

"Let's go. I gotta park the bike, and the cafe isn't close by. Get on."

Yves hands you a spare black helmet, and you hesitantly take it.

"Don't kill me."

"I won't." She grins. "I like you too much to think about doing that."

Your breath catches in your throat. It's not uncharacteristic of her to say things like that so easily, but maybe… just maybe… you want her to mean it.

You get onto the bike as Yves holds it steady. You don't know where to put your hands, but Yves grabs your arms, pulling them to wrap around her waist.

"Hold on tight, babygirl."

"Okay." You can't believe what's happening right now.

"I'm gonna go."

The engine revs.

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Yves trails behind you as both of you make your way to the cafe. Yves is quiet along the way, unlike her usual flirting if she caught you staring at her. When you glance back to her, you see her eyes dart away from you, staring at the floor as she swipes her hair back.

Weird.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah. Never been better, baby." Her reply is unconvincing, especially with a forced grin, but you don't want to really push her for a reply.

"Er… Okay. Sure."

Both of you make your way into the cafe, stopping by the counter to grab the menu. When you sit down at a table, Yves sits across you, her eyes locked onto you as you peruse your options.

"You're staring a lot today, Yves."

"Oh, um, er…" She looks away, her voice soft. This is very unlike her.

"Are you really okay?"

"Yeah, baby. I'm feelin' great, ready to learn, and get good." She leans back, resting her hands on the armrests of her chair.

Oh.

She has a crop top on.

Oh my fucking God, she has abs.

You short circuit.

Two columns of defined muscle greet your eyes, as if to mock you. It wasn't like she was someone you didn't find hot. Now, you have to find out that she also has abs?!

Your mouth dries instantly, and you grab your bottle, taking a swig. The cool liquid quenches your physical thirst, but your mental thirst…

"Don't look too much, babygirl. You might get hypnotized."

Yves tilts your chin up with a finger, moving to lean close to your face.

"My eyes are up here."

Holy fucking shit, she's so fucking hot.

You wonder how you didn't notice them when she had that fishnet and crop top combo. Maybe her pants covered them, maybe you were blinded in your dislike for her. Whatever, you've seen them now. No reason to stop… respectfully staring, especially when you can.

"Look at me."

You meet Yves's smoldering gaze.

"Keep your eyes up here, babygirl." Her warm breath against your lips makes you yearn to lean in and close the gap. "I don't want them anywhere else when they're so beautiful."

You whimper involuntarily, and Yves chuckles.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that?"

The shame that burns when you squeak and break your gaze to hide in the pretense of reading the menu is something you don't want to admit that you feel coursing through your veins, but it's there. When you lower the menu, Yves has her chin in her palm, her head tilted to the left, a satisfied grin on her features.

"I mean it, baby. You look really pretty today."

"T-Thank you."

"You're welcome. Let's order, I'm starving."

"Okay."

"Oh." Yves leans towards you, lowering the menu to stare into your eyes once more. "You'll get to see what you want to see when I ace the exams. Be patient, babe."

You groan.

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That night, you toss and turn on the bed incessantly. Every time you close your eyes, you can feel hot breath across your lips, smell the scent emanating off Yves, and sense her burning gaze on you. Yves's handsome features are burnt deep into your head, and just the thought of her sends your heart pounding and temperature rising.

You think of her abs under her clothes, the defined muscle jumping out to your eyes. She already looks so good, so delicious, and yet, things only go up from here.

The rush of heat between your legs doesn't help things.

You turn again, ignoring your basest desires. Bedtime it is.

[ts-janus-rp-blog]

"Hm? Oh, I understand... Yeah, that's why I didn't want to stay with alpha. He didn't see humans as...people, he saw them as pets. I didn't agree with that, you're a human. You're a person with your own wants and needs. And your own feelings. You're not some...dog. Youre you! Were... me and Logan the only people that made you feel that way? Mhm, that's what I was saying earlier. You need to at least stay alive to help him out of his situation. Hm? Why won't you have control? I need you to stay alive and you need me to stay alive! We should be working as partners, no?" He nods, "Okay! Touch with permission..." He blinked, "I am probably going to forget that so like...remind me."

"I know you're not a pup! I know you're not! But since I saw you literally cutting yourself and smiling at your own blood, I uh...gotta keep an eye on you! I'm sure you are! I'm sure you are stronger than you look! I mean, you've survived this long with no reason to live, that's pretty damn amazing! I don't think I could do that! Uh..." Janus blinked at that, "Aren't those two words very similar? Won't you be fragile if your weak? Cause like...if I were to suddenly drop you you're so weak right now I'm sure that fall would break several of your bones. How is that not fragile?" He blinked. He really wasn't trying to be rude, he was genuinely curious as to how Patton thought that wasnt the case.

"Okay! We'll start to look for those materials so you can do your knitting! Huh? You don't hibernate? Hm, interesting. We don't really hibernate either? It's more so like...we just sleep more than usual? I think cause our bodies are working overtime to keep us warm so we get exhausted a lot sooner, or at least...I heard another wolf saying that." Janus shrugged, "But yeah! We can do that! Sounds good!" Janus stared at him in wonder. "Woah... I would like to paint! And maybe you can teach me this knitting stuff? I'd love to try! It sounds like a lot of fun!" Janus purred, his tail wagging. "Oh? Yes, please!! What does a craft store look like? We can definitely do that! Maybe we can raid the craft store that you worked at, if we're close by it! Do you know where your store was?"

"Never? Hm... I can tell it may have been really pretty before the reckoning day..." Janus scooted closer to the river. And he took in a deep breath at hearing the water gently rushing by. "It's pretty here still though." He whispered as he started setting Patton at the edge. "Howd you want to do this? You want to take off your clothes and I can help wash you? I'll have to hold you so you don't go off with the current anyways, so I'll help wash you down, if that's okay?"

All it took was one night. One night for all of humanity to fall.

And for supernatural creatures to rule over earth.

Course, it didn't really happen overnight. It was careful planning between all supernatural creatures over the course of many years. They had to group together in their bitterness of being forced into the darkness for them to attack.

But, now they are on top of the food chain.

And humans are hunted for their meat...or to be made as pets.

One such hunting group is now on the prowl in a forgotten huge mall. In this hunting group is a werewolf named Janus. He didn't want to be here. He didn't like hunting for humans like this. He didn't even like hunting for humans. But he is forced to by his alpha. And it's either follow what his alpha says...or get banished from the pack. Janus knows that he won't be able to survive by himself, even if he could hunt for humans. He can't take down any humans by himself. He needs help. And it's hard even hunting for other types of food by himself-

Janus paused when he heard a faint footstep in one of the backroom offices. His ears rose tall as he hesitantly stepped into the office hallways.

"hello? I don't mean any harm... Listen, if you work with me I can help you out of here... But you need to work with me."

Patton had always been reckless. His older brother Logan reminded him of it enough, as did all his other friends and family. But he'd been good so far, after the Collapse. Logan kept him close, and they found a small group of survivors who'd been like family to them. They worked together, built a small civilization, had a home for once. And Patton was content.

And then Logan was left to die somewhere else, and Patton had... overreacted. He sold them out, recklessly, which bought him some fortune with the group of wolves he'd fed, but left him alone and hiding in fear for his life.

He hadn't expected the wolves to follow him with cooing voices, expecting him to stay with them as their pet and bait. He hadn't expected them to trap him in the mall with no food, water, or chance of escape. He hadn't expected them to turn his hiding spot into a temporary nest.

And now? He was starving, and tired, and only alive cause of adrenaline and the idea that the wolves would find a way to drag him back once they found his body. He wanted out, he wanted free, he wanted to finally see Logan again...

He was wandering in the offices when he heard the voice, having been reckless from starvation. He knew of a small stash of safe food some other poor soul had left, but it was so far from his tiny vent of safety that he hadn't bothered. But he thought it would be safe, cause they'd checked so recently. And now, he's trapped, silent and shaking and praying to a god who never existed in the first place that the wolf would go away long enough to hide in his little hole again.

[sweettodo]

deceive.

armin arlert x female reader.

to deceive [de-ceive] - “it is often done for personal gain or advantage”

includes : mind break, loss of virginity, manipulation, dubcon, some dacryphilia.

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Armin and Eren, an infamous friendship, tied at the hip. They're a devilish pair, and they do an unduly job at hiding it too.

Women who have slipped under their spell- their friends around them left thinking 'what happened to her?' after having been sucked in, tossed around, and spit out, left behind to pick up the mutilated fragments of her heart. She'll never be the same.

And even worse, the flocks of daughters who fall head over heels for the dangerous blonde, and the evil brunette- who never seem to slip away before they wound the wretched girls that found themselves wrapped around their fingers. But Eren and Armin will never feel any guilt for their behavior, especially when they can't get enough of the delicious taste of a woman's tears.

Armin knew how to captivate you- instantly Eren too, but how were you expected to know that they were playing you right into their palms? A sweet little compliment about your short summer dress one day after your lecture left you reciting the brief conversation for the rest of the day and the following night. Eren stood next to him, hands in his pockets with a complacent grin on his face, making you shrink, feeling minuscule and bewildered with the two in front of you. That’s when it all started.

Not to mention, that's how they preferred their toys, modest, quiet, and easy to break. Just like you. And as if it were a package deal, you're a tight little virgin, this was laughable to the two- this was going to be ever so simple. You were a priceless doll.

Both men had an unholy God complex, placed on a pedestal, and there was absolutely no way they were coming down.

You knew only a little about the two, but they were able to get under your skin with ease, you were now their little plaything, always sandwiched between the two, being teased as they tried to loosen you up, flicking up your skirt or pinching your sides, "y'know us, princess, no need to act so shy n’ scared." Eren coos, petting your head, you scowl, looking at Armin, who's beside his friend, his hand on your waist.

“Guyss, ” you dragged, “stop messing with me!”

Armin took a particular liking towards you, but he knew it wouldn't be as easy to knock your walls down, unlike some others.

You thought about the blue-eyed sweetheart throughout the day since you had met him, mindlessly writing scribbles on the notepad in front of you; your professor rambling as all you thought about was how Armin made you feel beautiful, how cute he thought you were. In just a few minutes of meeting him, he had you fixed, and he knew that soon, you'd be demanding more, and soon, you would need him to praise you again and again.

"She's pretty cute, you like her?" The first time they had seen you, they knew they had to have you.

Armin had hummed in agreement, abandoning his bag on the bed, "yeah," sitting at his desk, "seems awfully quiet though, gotta' break her out of her shell."

He deemed you to be just like him, gentle and pure, and all Armin needed to do was show you how much potential you had. Look at you- you're too shut out, you're too sheltered, girls like you should be compelled to have Armin come and teach you the right way to do things. He knew, that deep down, you yearned to be taught, and he is so good at taking care of delicate girls like you.

You were Armin's, God- he was going to take such good care of you. He was going to corrupt you and make it so that it would be incapable of letting a day go by without the thought of him leaving his mark on you. You'd be thinking about him every second of the day.

Eren and Armin planned it out accordingly, making sure it was just going to be Armin and you in his dorm, so by the time you got there one late afternoon, it was just going to be you two.

You sat so pretty on the edge of his bed, a textbook in your lap as you studied, you and your tiny little shorts- it pissed him off. Walking around campus, walking past him, enticing every man that laid eyes on you, and you couldn't even throw him a bone? Stingy.

He couldn't settle for the fact that you'd never be the one to make the first move, but no- don't take it personally, it was okay, he liked being in control anyways.

Caught by surprise, watching the sweet little blonde remove the textbook off your lap suddenly and get in your face, wrapping his big, soft, and veiny hand around your throat, ridiculing you for being a loser virgin.

“You think guys are gonna want an inexperienced girl like you?” first he wants to break you down. Make you feel like you're alone, and in the wrong for keeping your innocence.

“Have you even had your first kiss?” he taunts, “it’s okay, that's why you're here.” Stroking the side of your face, you're gasping for air as he squeezes your juggler enough to make your eyeballs throb. Now, he wants you to know that the only man that'll touch you is going to be him. Because no one else wants to.

You're trembling, hurt by his sharp insults, he was right, no one was going to touch you; you're tragic, it's pitiful- really, “you want me to help you?” he releases his grip around your now, tender neck, “you want me to teach you?”

You didn't respond, he becomes irritated, “no one likes a prude, you're lucky I'm even helping you.” your self-esteem shatters, he was right. He was right. He was right.

“I'm sorry, Armin.”

Good, you're so good, even when he's tormenting you like you're nothing more than scum, no other girl would apologize after being called a prude, this means it's working. His cock was begging to be set free from his pants, he needed to rip you open. Now.

“Have you ever seen a cock? Touched one?” he seethes, your face scrunching in distaste, looking down at your lap in humiliation. He makes you look at him, “come on, answer.”

You shake your head, “no, I haven't.” He chuckles, what would your first reaction be? To seeing his cock, would it be shocked, excitement?

“You need me, right?”

“I do, I do! Armin!” he smiles, look at you- so willing to be taught by the one and only.

He knows you have no clue what to do, so he makes sure you're going to be completely prepared for him, “lie on your back,” he instructs, you follow direction, he steps in between your legs, taking off his shirt in the process, “open those legs, okay?”

You hold open your legs per his demand, he gets on his knees, elbows on the bed, “you're going to get nice as wet for me before I fuck you, does that sound good?” he wants to give you a step by step, but he's not that selfless, he just really wants to release a hot load in your cunt and send you on your way. He was conflicted.

Nodding, Armin is hooking his index and middle fingers around the waistband of your cheeky panties and pulling them down slowly, your pretty little pussy glistening in his face, stuffing the fabric in his back pocket for keeps.

You're embarrassed, covering your face in shame as he hums at the sight of your pussy, “don't be shy, let me see your face.”

Uncovering your face, he smiles, praising you for listening to him, “good, now watch me eat that pretty pussy of yours.” The vulgar language sliding off his tongue throws you into a loop, making you dizzy as he wastes no time to begin to devour you. Scissoring your folds with his two fingers, spreading you open and kitten-licking stripes up to your sensitive clit, flicking the muscle against your swollen folds and futtering cunt.

Leg quivering, fingers grilling his scalp, he slides his middle finger into your cunt, hooking upwards as he already knows right where all the sweet spots are, your moans music to his ears, “didn't know the shy girl could be so noisy,” he claims, occasionally slipping his finger out of your hole and rubbing in the slick that he catches seeping from your cunt.

Quite frankly, he didn't even care about letting you reach your orgasm. He just needed to play up the front, it’s not every day that there's a girl like you at a college... So he needed to savor the taste, and the feeling of a tight cunt like yours squeezing his finger.

You're crying, he loves it, he loves your crimson cheeks, the tears spilling from your waterline. Your back raising from the bed, he's there to hold it down, keeping you still, he mustn’t let a drop of your slick escape from his mouth.

“‘Bet you wish that you did this earlier,” a pop coming from his mouth as he sucks each finger clean of your slick, you're trying to catch your breath. Stunned, dizzy.

He leans down, wet fingers squeezing and rolling your perk nipple, kissing your lips, your juices tainting your tastebuds. The kiss only lasts a moment or two, before he's back to ridiculing you, “is that what you say when someone eats you out?” you groan, shutting your eyes.

“Thank you, A-Armin.”

His ears jump, his ego could not have been fulfilled enough, his body tingling and weak from your choice of words, he didn't necessarily mean to thank him- but Jesus, he was not complaining, “good, you're such a good girl, guess what I'm going to do next?” He sputters, frantically unbuttoning his jeans, his cock hurt so bad, it was throbbing, begging to be released from his tight jeans.

“Fuck me?” you whisper? Mortified to even say the words, he needed you to say it, he needed you to loosen up, for him.

“Yes- yes, good,” Armin’s so high off lust, he doesn't care about you, he doesn't care about how bad it's going to hurt, and he doesn't care about how you'll want to scream and cry, he just needs to see those crystal-like tears and your pussy leaking with his cum.

You're trembling, watching him pull down his pants and his cock spring out, he needs to make sure you appreciate how big he is. Grabbing you by the hair and making you look at his cock close up as you squirm uncomfortably, body folding as he holds you still, “what's this, tell me.” He sneers, his tip barely touching the tip of your nose.

“I-it’s, your cock, it's your cock, Armin.”

“Guess where it's going?” he was losing control, his act of the nice guy slipping from his fingers- but it was okay, you didn't know the difference, you were clueless.

“In me.” You whined, he releases his grip on your head, falling backward, he's grabbing you from under your thighs and yanking you towards the edge of the bed, gasping, “b-be gentle! Please, Armin!”

“You want me to be gentle? After you went around teasing me for so long?”

“Do you think that’s fair to me? I mean- you’ve teased so many guys- fucking cock tease.” He spits, you swallow, your throat dry.

“B-but,”

Lining his tip up with your entrance, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your tit, he slides in without warning, “big girls take cock and don't complain, think you can do that?”

Your head flies back, head spinning as he slides his cock into you, the pain of Armin tearing you in half, you try to listen to his harsh demands, “h-hurts, it hurts Armin.”

One ear and out the other, he focuses on his cock disappearing in your deep pussy, walls clenching, desperately trying to kick his thick cock out, your folds decorating the base of his cock, clenching around him so hard it was nearly impossible for him to pull back and fuck back into you, “shh, I'll loosen you up- fuck- this cunt is so tight, can't fit it all.”

Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he’s finally able to get past the first thrust, the sweat already dripping from his chest as he struggles to move his cock, you're crying, begging him to be gentle, “it hurts, it hurts,” he mocks, “what did I say?”

While his cock thrusts back into you, stripping you of all humanity, forcing you to repeat what he told you before, “say it, or else I don't help you.”

“Big girls take cock- don’t complain, I'm a big girl Armin, ‘swear!” you plead, “‘need you to teach me, please.” He’s gripping your legs, nails breaking the skin, you're wailing as his cock knocks back and forth into you; your tongue lolling out, saliva spilling as all of your holes leak.

He occasionally wipes your tears with his thumb, then making you suck his thumb to taste the salty liquid of his sweat and your tears, he grunts, moans slipping past his lips, “that's why you're here, with me.” What a blatant lie, he wasn’t going to teach you anything.

Your pussy is so good, it makes him drunk, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Your ribbed walls sucking him so well, your pussy is so noisy, he tries so hard to focus, but he can't. He slams into you, his strong hips making your tits bounce and your hair become matted from underneath your head. Legs unable to stay upright as he fucks them numb, the pain since subsided from the first thrust, besides the pain of his tip drilling into the entrance of your cervix.

God- he's so close, so close so close, he can feel it, he knows you're close too, he's feeling generous, so he’s going to let you cum, going to let you bathe his thick cock with your cream, “do you think big girls get to cum? Y’think you deserve it?” he prods, breath fanning your face and tits, making your nipples grow hard again.

“Can I? Can I cum please?” you beg, looking at him with those red, glossy, and precious eyes of yours.

“Of course you can- for being so good, y’learn a lot? Princess?” he interrogates, being as it is, hard enough to sputter out words, you're trying to lick up the drool off your swollen lips.

You nod, screwing your eyes shut, sure, you had orgasms before, but not by a man, and definitely not by a man like Armin, “y-yes, G-God, s’big, love it!”

Relentlessly, he angles his body downwards, skin slapping rapidly as he chases his orgasm, his hair falling in front of his sweaty face, his once, cerulean eyes now a dark and lustful blue, staring daggers into you. His pubic hair beating your tender clit, sending you into orbit.

Crying out his name, body convulsing as he rips an orgasm out of your body, feeling his cock easily slide in and out of you; you had never felt so full, so stuffed.

His hips pounding against yours, you shook as he fucked you through your orgasm, “look at all this cum- fuck- so messy, princess.”

Too fucked out to speak, incoherent words filling the room as his hips rutted mercilessly, thrusts becoming rugged and messy, moaning, his nails digging deeper into your legs as he releases his load into you. Cock twitching as you tried pathetically to fill your lungs with much-needed oxygen, he fucked every ounce of air out of you.

A few minutes had passed, Armin on his back next to you as he tries to catch his breath as well, he had never fucked pussy so good, he couldn't even think straight.

Your pussy sopping, leaking cum as the blonde is slipping his, now, soft cock in his boxers, “need help?” he offers, watching you sit up, replying with a quiet ‘yes please’ he hums, smug look enveloping his face.

“Big girls are supposed to know how to put their pants on.”

*

Practically limping home, and without your underwear, you felt soaked, you looked a mess, but luckily had escaped any type of questioning from your peers.

Unlocking the door to your dorm room, you slip in and finally relax, dropping on your bed and letting your legs rest, ready to fall asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

But before you did that, figuring to remind him to bring you your panties tomorrow, you reached for your phone, unlocking it and heading to your messages, tapping on ‘Armin’, sending him a text.

‘Can I have my underwear back? Tomorrow.’

You hadn't noticed the message never delivered, just dropping your phone on the bed and falling asleep.

Thing was, the message was never delivered, and both Eren and Armin never talked to you again, never even as little as looking in your direction.

[goldenmorningglory]

Headcanon that Reki and Langa TALK THINGS OUT and MAKE UP and get back to skating happily together.

So weeks later, Langa's mom sees he's looking so much happier and asks him if everything was resolved. He looks a bit clueless so she goes,

"you know, when you said you messed up and broke a promise with someone you like?" She doesn't mention the revelation that came after and Langa, who now blushing a bit is thankful.

He also realises that he never introduced Reki to his mom.

The next day, Langa drags Reki to his home right after school. They skate to his house. Langa doesn't know if he should feel nervous cause it feels like his mother will instantly connect the dots. But Reki is here looking adorably anxious taking in Langa's home, so he pushes the door open and invites him in.

"Langa, are you sure I can come, we haven't told your mom, I don't wanna impose-"

Langa shuts him up with a finger on Reki's lips, whose eyes go wide in response.

"She'll probably pass out of happiness when she sees that I brought a friend home."

Reki rolls his eyes and chuckles, light red dusting his cheeks and ears. He takes a deep breath and then smiles at Langa.

Ah Reki's smile will kill him worse than any S race.

"I'm home!" he calls out at the same time as Reki's "Sorry for the interruption!" They look at each other and giggle, walking into the living room after removing their shoes.

Langa's mom is in the dining room setting the table. She looks up to see her son setting down his bag on the sofa while another teen, presumably the 'Reki' who keeps featuring in Langa's talks, is standing looking lost.

"hello dear!!" she greets him. She's nervous, Langa hasn't brought home a friend before. And if her instinct was right this was the person he had talked about. That meant she had to be at her best for the one who made her kid so happy.

"Ah, Hasegawa-san! I'm Kyan Reki! Langa's classmate!" He shakes her held out hand. There's no hint of shyness here, he's smiling brighter than the snow in Canada on a sunny day. Her son looks enamoured. She's smiles wider.

"Good to meet you Reki kun! I've heard a lot from Langa about you!" The kid blushes instantly, scratching the back of his head to probably hide his embarrassment. Langa though, seems unbothered.

"Ah mom, is it okay if Reki stays for dinner? I've asked his mother permission too."

Mrs. Hasegawa nods enthusiastically. "Of course it's no hassle! It's the first time you brought some one home Langa." She turns to Reki, who's is almost starting to resemble his hair. "You can stay the night if you wish too! I know Langa has slept over at yours."

She hears a muttered, "I don't want to burden you." which she waves away. "It's no bother to me Reki-kun. Please make yourself at home! I'll get you boys something to eat."

She leaves to the kitchen but a glance back tells her they're already in their own little world. She smiles to herself and hums a cherry tune as she gets snacks.

Reki is in general, not a shy person. That's probably owing to his bull headed ways of just being loud enough to bury any embarrassment he might accidentally show.

Here though, in the Hasegawa household, he feels different. This is where Langa lives, where he gets up in the morning, where he goes to sleep at night. He wondered if Langa felt nervous when Reki had dragged him to his home. He wonders if it is normal to want your best friend's mother to like you, especially when she's "heard a lot about" you.

"-ki REKI???"

"ah yeah Langa?" He was so lost in thought that Langa was now frowning at him.

"are you okay? you zoned out a bit."

Reki laughs nervously. "Wh- ah yeah no I'm fine I'm fine!"

Langa squints at him for a second and then shrugs.

"come with me we'll go to my room."

"okay!" Reki replies, a bit light headed.

Langa's room is pretty much like himself. Sparing the small mess of clothes and books, it's space in decor. It makes up for it but the way it's more naturally lit than Reki's own room. Reki puts down his bag on the floor, at the foot of the bed and looks around. Langa, who had done the same, comes to sit beside him on the bed. Their shoulders and knees touch and something about being close to Langa in his bedroom makes Reki blush.

"so....what do you wanna do?"

Reki shakes off his embarrassment and grins up at Langa opening his mouth to gush about how he wants to show Langa this one video about this new trick when he spots a photograph on the desk behind Langa.

Curious, he goes to take a closer look. It's a family picture. Reki recognises Langa's mom. The one next to her, he presumes was Langa's dad. "Huh. So that's who taught him snowboarding." he thinks. Then, Reki smiles. "Thank you for teaching him. He's amazing".

But more than anything, it's the kid standing between the two that captures his attention.

It's Langa. And he's tiny.

"Oh my god. Langa." He turns back to his friend and Langa, who realises why all of a sudden, flushes.

"I was 5!"

But Reki pays no mind, just staring at the tiny version of his best friend.

"Langa." He straightens and puts his head in his hands, shoulders shaking.

"Uhh Reki?"

Reki in utmost anguish, bursts, "It's not fair!!! How were you so cute????"

There were literal question marks popping on Langa's head, before he rolls his eyes and Huff's and Reki's dramatics.

"Babies are cute in general. Stop sounding so surprised."

Reki, having given up his agony stricken acting, hums.

"you're right. it's not like that has changed in your case. Well, cmon there's this video you gotta see!"

Before Langa can even process the fact that Reki, his very beautiful and adorable best friend Reki, just called him cute, he was being dragged back to bed for another skating trick tutorial video session.

By the time Mrs. Hasegawa brought their snacks, they were deep into the YouTube algorithm rabbit hole. They looked up when she entered, and Reki smiled and thanked her. She smiled back and then closed the door lightly before she left.

Mrs. Hasegawa hoped, that despite being a bit of an airhead, her son would notice that Reki was equally enamoured with him in return. She wished her son to be happy.

Ah young love. She smiled to herself.

[8uggestionamplifie6]

I've been thinking. Would Anakin and Padme actually be good parents?????

Like, think about this realistically.

Anakin already has a kark ton of problems. For one, he does NOT know how to love unpossessively. Two, he is already super controlling and kinda toxic(?).

If he leaves the Jedi Order to be with Padme and the twins, he would never learn the difference between attachment and love.

(And yes there is a freaking difference. Love is when you care about someone to the point where you want them to be happy, even if it's not with you. Attachment is when you 'love' someone so much that you can't stand the thought of that person being with someone else that isn't you. There is a very clear difference. Even George Lucas said it in a few interviews.)

Like, I'm pretty sure Obi-Wan tried to teach Anakin the difference, but Anakin just never understood it or didn't want to accept it. Anakin wasn't raised in the Temple. He wasn't taught Jedi beliefs and the difference between love and attachment on a daily basis by the creche masters. Instead, he had been freed from slavery, separated from his mother, Qui-Gon got killed, and he experienced a MASSIVE culture shock once he was accepted into the Temple, and he had been paired with an (although good) unwilling master AKA Obi-Wan who only accepted Anakin as his student because of Qui-Gon's final words.

Yes, I know, they do eventually develop an actual strong relationship, but the main reason Obi-Wan fought for Anakin to become his padawan in the first place was because of Qui-Gon. The only reason why Anakin was even accepted into the Order was because of Qui-Gon and later, Obi-Wan's insistence to keep his promise to Qui-Gon.

(Also? Really Qui-Gon? You had nothing to say to your Padawan who was basically your son? Even when you appeared in the Clone Wars, you hardly even cared about Obi-Wan, you just obsessing over Anakin. Like, I get that he's the 'Chosen One' or whatever, but I don't care. You don't treat your apprentice/son like that. And then you had the audacity to force a guilty and crying Obi-Wan who was holding your dying body to promise to train Anakin Skywalker, who Obi-Wan didn't even like for that matter? Like? Bish, you ungrateful nerfherder.)

As I said, Anakin doesn't understand how to love like securely and non-possessively. He was probably taught it by Obi-Wan and the rest of the Jedi, but that information clearly went through one ear and straight out the other.

Maybe Anakin would be a good parent for the first few years of Leia and Luke's lives, but the moment puberty hits? BAM! Helicopter parent right there!

This mainly concerns Leia because in Anakin's mind, she's a girl, she's not a trained force-sensitive, so she can't protect herself, and she's HIS daughter, she shouldn't do this or that, she can't have this or that. She can't have male friends, she can't hang out with any guys, etc. Because Anakin doesn't want Leia to not spend time with him or not be there constantly. He's controlling and he wants to control her life. Like I said, she is HIS daughter, not her own person (scroll all the way to the bottom for an explanation). He'd likely refuse to let Leia go to any parties, talk to any boys, or even have a basic social life.

Things might be a little different for Luke. Anakin might not be as controlling but will still be controlling to some degree.

Moreover, Padme would NOT reign him in or even stop him. She's already shown in AOTC and ROTS that she is perfectly willing to make excuses for any and all of Anakin's bad terrible decisions even though the evidence is right there in front of her face.

Like, she seriously tryna make me believe that killing a ton of innocent people in the Tusken village is good? Sure, maybe SOME of them might have deserved it, but all of them? No, they didn't, especially not the poor innocent kids. Like, Padme, is you good in thy head or not? You ain't see no red flags?🚩🚩🚩 anybody?

Also, in ROTS, she knows that Anakin is fully capable and willing to kill innocent people if he believes someone he loves is in danger/dead, but when Obi-Wan tells her what Anakin did in the Temple to the Younglings, she tryna act all slick like, "I don't be knowing what you talkin about", even though she clearly does. She seen Anakin confess what he did to the Tuskens and now she tryna lie? And on her death bed, she tryna convince me and Obi-Wan that Darth Vader is still good, like, did the dude NOT just strangle you and kill a bunch of innocent people?

I may be dumb, but I'm not THAT dumb, okay? I understand what murder is. Anakin just straight up shanked all of the Jedi in the Temple with the 501st.

Like, bruh, I get you smart and all, Padme, and you a senator and all, but I don't know if have any more brain cells than I do money when it comes to Anakin. And I have 0 dollars right now.

So, like, no, I don't think Padme would stop Anakin in the slightest. She'd probably make more excuses for him, like "that's how he shows his love for you" or "just get over it, Leia" or even "he's your father, let him do what he wants".

In short, the freaking helicopter parenting would continue and Luke and Leia are gonna be trapped because they ain't no trained Jedi. They can't do shit and they are still minors.

Leia/Luke might even run away from home or even Fall (*extreme case**very extreme and unlikely but still possible*) 'cause they are force-sensitive y'know.

Freaking Court might even get involved. Some lawyers might also be called up. Luke and Leia better make sure to dial the numbers of some therapists for their parents, too, and also maybe a mind healer. Neither of your parents are straight in their heads.

Anyways, none of yall gotta agree with me 'cause this is just my opinion, but at least look at it from my point of view first before you hate on me in the comments. Like, I really hope that Anakin and Padme would be good parents but I just don't see it working out (????).

I hghly recommend this fanfic for any interested reader. It explains the problems of helicopter parenting from Anakin very nicely, so please read it. Also, please read some of the comments.

There's more!!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Let me share something:

"A desperate parent hovers; a good parent guides."

Every parent needs to learn to let go of their kids eventually. The kids are going to leave the nest sooner or later and the parent needs to understand this.

Maybe, during the first 15 years or so, the parent can hover, but once that kid starts wanting to be independent, you gotta start giving that kid some space.

Like a bird, they gotta spread their wings and they can't do that if they stay cooped up in the nest for the rest of their lives. No baby bird is gonna fly immediately after they gain their wings and feathers. They gotta stretch them out first, do a few practice runs, and then they'll finally know how to fly.

Same thing for your kids. If they want independence but you know that they can't handle it yet, just give it to them. They gotta learn somehow. They gotta practice. And you just gotta be there to catch them if they fall.

You can stop hovering and instead start guiding. Because your son/daughter isn't just YOUR child anymore—they're becoming their own person and you need to realize and accept that. They're becoming an adult and your equal, so you gotta stop treating them like they're just your kid. Bc they're both your kid and their own person and you gotta realize that.

You can't keep your kids in the nest forever. Sooner or later, they're gonna rebel against your hovering and they'll cut you out of their lives bc you're being a toxic influence on them and they know it. Then, despite all your desperate hovering to keep your kids safe and in the nest, YOU are going to be the reason why your kids don't want you in their lives anymore.

You just gotta let go.

Yes, you can hover like a desperate parent for the first ten and a half years of your kids' lives, but eventually you're gonna have to stop doing that. Because they aren't dumb ten year olds anymore that need your constant hovering. Now they're teens and now they're adults who are experiencing the real world.

And the only thing you can do is accept that your kid has grown up. Or they will grow up. Or they are growing up.

You just need to cross the line from hovering to guiding.

You gotta let go of the bike sometime and let your kid ride on their own without the training wheels.

You just gotta cross that line. Maybe it'll be a little hard, but when was parenting ever easy? I know that it'll hurt to have to let your kids go, but you just gotta trust them.

You have already spent the last nearly two decades loving them, caring for them, and teaching them all you know. You just have to hope that they'll keep your lessons and teachings close to their hearts and that they'll listen to the occasional advice or two.

You just gotta trust your kid and your parenting skills, and cross that line.

Your son/daughter has become their own person. And the only thing you can do is be there for them, be ready to support them, be ready to give some of your wisdom, and trust that they'll succeed.

For helicopter parents, however, they never cross that line between hovering and guiding, and I'm not sure Anakin would be able to either.

[kulemii]

I wasn't sure whether to ask here or your other blog as this is the blog that made the RGG questionnaire? I'd thought i'd ask you some questions of your own post!! A.3, B.1, B.4, C.9, D.9 and F.7!!!

i betcha forgot all about this ask huh? well, i didn't- thanks to me leaving this one baking in my ask box since march i decided to start this shit up again today so i'd have an excuse to finally answer you after all this time lmaooo. hello saiiii, please forgive me! 🙇🏾‍♀️

A.3) Favorite protagonist(s)? Majima- I was so mad that I had to play as this man after I fell for Kiryu during those first chapters of 0. I really disliked him and by the middle of his first chapter I was already in love. Round of applause for Mr.Eyepatch man for breaking my 3+ year writer’s block slump. What a guy, that Majimuh! Haruka- Loved her as a protagonist almost solely based on how risky it was for RGG to create such a different form of gameplay just for her part and it was entertaining from start to finish. She upset me so much because Miss Girl, we don’t bow to these hoes. She really should’ve been able to fight. Ugh! Akiyama- He’s a sleaze but he’s a funny sleaze that goes Kicky Kick :) Honorable Mention: Kiryu- I mean, he’s alright. Like… Overrated as Fuck in my opinion. I mean.. And you know what though? That’s typically how the bullshit goes. Ya feel me?

B.1) Which character do you relate to most and why? I used to believe that it was Y0 Majima but after playing through the whole series up to 6, i realize that the real answer was Haruka! This one went one for a while but the "why" has been answered [here]

B.4) Who would you like to post more about but you don’t? Why don’t you? Oh, that's easy! Aizawa ^-^ I don't feel like I talk about him enough and i really should hehe 🥰 Jk. Umm, yeah last time I answered this, I said Majima and while I do believe that I wouldn't mind posting about him more I-- still think there's really nothing left for me to say. I've got such brilliant mutuals that can put their Majima thoughts into words in a way that I just cannot lol so i just, let everyone else have those conversations. I have been thinking about how I tend to keep my Reina obsession in private but i'm kinda tired of doing that- the reason why is pretty simple, the fandom ain't too kind to the ladies of RGG so to avoid those sorta debates I just keep between me and my moots. But, yeah fuck that. Reina deserves praise too! So be prepared for me to act mentally ill about my gorgeous wife. >:D Also, I feel like I could post more about Nishiki- i know that after I finished my Nishiki project I sorta closed the book and left him sittin pretty on my bookshelf because I channeled so much of my fascination with him into that project but I still love him so much. So, I should talk about him. Also, I feel like I could talk about--

C.9) What was the most emotional scene in the series? I don't now if I would call it the most emotional scene but it's certainly the freshest one on my mind- The Scene in 6 at the end when Iwami and that other bitch ass mf tried to murk Kiryu in front of Haruka. Hoooboy that was- I cried. Like, I ugly cried. Another scene that made me ugly cry, Nishiki and Kiryu in The Woods in 0. Another scene that made me ugly cry? Majima, Makoto and the watch. Another sce--

D.9) Any hot takes? (Something that might not win ya any new friends) I think my answer [here] remains my hottest take. I can't come up with anything else at the moment.

F.7) Who are you fighting on the Millennium Tower rooftop? Kiryu, I gotta teach this old man a lesson. Then, after that, I'm fighting the RGG writing team-all at once.

Wanna send in more? Questions are found [here]!

[otaku-tactician]

How about Cu for the character opinion bingo? (assuming you're taking asks for it lol)

Thank you for the ask, I appreciate it! ...Gotta admit though, Cu is the one character who drives me insane (in a positive way!)

I am obsessed with Fate Cu, to a rather unhealthy level tbh. I think about him everyday. One day I'll just be in the shower, thinking about him and the next second I'm close to CRYING (seriously i don't even know anymore). Also I have to admit, I struggle so much to understand him (to me he is like an onion) to the point that he pisses me off, hence why I chose 'biting and killing and maiming them and death and violence'. He is my fav but he really gets under my skin!

I think fandom would get really mad with some of my hidden opinions on Cu, because I feel like some areas of fandom typically focus more on Cu's really sweet side where he takes care of others like a big brother, can be very supportive, kind and a great guy. And that's totally valid. He is a very decent guy sometimes, and has been shown to be a really reliable and helpful dude to those he cares for. And that charm of his is really quite enticing.

But honestly, I feel like Cu is way more than just his extremely likeable side. I think he's got some chaotic and even some pretty messed up characteristics too. This is the dude who willingly consigned himself to an early death for his heroic ideals!!! (which drives me insane) Who is so true to himself and his beliefs, yet will put up with bullshit he doesn't like sometimes to serve a lord- but won't hold back once they cross his boundaries. Who won't hesitate to kill innocents if he deems the situation calls for it, but will also help innocents if he deems it right to do so. Who can befriend his enemies if the occasion calls for it, and who is damn near IMPOSSIBLE to stop if he sets his mind to something. (and makes sure to look as cool as possible whilst doing so! lmao he gonna go out in style)

Also those myths about him having a mega powerful dick that can kill a human, taking on numerous warriors in one-on-one combat, becoming the main hero of his hometown at such a young age, his extreme popularity/ fame, his romantic escapades, and all of the tragedies...he's got so much stuff going on LMAO!!!!! Dude his character is so busy.

CU IS SCARY !!!

Yeah, so my opinions on him would drift more into the 'unpopular opinions' side, so I don't really talk about him a lot; because that would be awkward. Like also please somebody teach this man what sexual harassment is pls....Emiya did his best though.

Also I like his ships a lot, I think they're all very good. More like, what a lucky guy he is!! Cu gets some of the BEST and most AWESOME ship dynamics with other characters, and so many as well?! And in regards to screentime, it seems to fluctuate between him getting a lot all at once, or being abandoned to radio silence for years on end! Lmao he definitely gets the short end of the stick sometimes despite being such a powerful character.

And no, I am definitely not the person who is right about Cu either. I've had to look at Celtic Mythology sources as well as tumblr blogs to even get an ounce of his character because somehow I have overcomplicated his character to the point where I see him as being extraordinarily multi-faceted.... maybe he is. Or maybe he's much more simple a character than I realize. Well, whatever. I am not a Cu expert, and I would like to stay that way.

I need to stop here, or I'll ramble on all day....