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Tom King has neglected to do even a little bit of research about Eddie. He doesn't care about him, he doesn't like writing him. Edward is just a prop he needs to fit into his tortured "I have ptsd from begin a war criminal" narrative. You will have a better understanding of the Riddler , than him after you read his Wikipedia article.
Instead of bothering with any of the existing origins, lore, or previous interpretation, Tom King clips his wings, sands him down, to make him into a "serious" and imposing villain, a veritable monster to fit into his bleak rendition of Batman.
He strips him of all of he characteristics I enjoy about Eddie .His showmanship, his whimsy, the fact that in the grand scheme of things his goals only make sense to him. His love of the game, and his Joie de vivre.
He is instead gets written as this stone cold, hyper competent power broker, an empty shell of a person, who will stab a man at the drop of a hat. Also he hates puzzles and riddles now, because of reasons.
I will not spoil TWOJAR for you Makenzie, you need to experience how stupid the plot and it's conclusion first hand. It is not only a pretty bad execution of a cool premise (I DO want a story about Gotham's two biggest divas having a slap fight so legendary, it tests the patience and endurance of the Dark Knight)but it has one of the worst Batman/Catwoman interaction at the end I have ever read. I can't wait to see you blog about it.
While TWOJAR is boring , badly paced, and sometimes unintentionally silly , with a few funny panels I have actually liked, OBD was written specifically to piss me off. Tom King engineered it in an evil comic book lab specifically to torture me with it.
is there anything about tom kings riddlers that you like or is it all bad? it feels like he keeps trying to make his riddlers different but between twojar's jacked sigma male grindset youtuber, obd's evil professor x and killing time's weird prettyboy, the penguin run's horrible but pathetic insurance salesman seems to be the only one that's anywhere near actually being the riddler
eh.
when I did my liveblog of Killing Time I said that Eddie and Selina's bitchy lil team rocket vibe is always *this* close to being enjoyable, and I stand by that. they're both extremely annoying, to be sure, and I wouldn't say they're written especially well, but you kind of have to take what you can get with Killing Time. he's the best of King's Riddlers by a long shot.
One Bad Day misses the mark so badly that that's not even the Riddler, to me.
TWOJAR, like I said, I haven't read yet, so I can't really weigh in much there.
#green bastard man#sorry for the rant#seeing tom king mentioned does this to me#I would not be so mad about him#but since Zero Year there has been very few substantial Riddler comic appearances and Tom King was allowed to fuck up two of the bigger one#I cut out the lengthy rant about obd from the end#once again it's biggest sin for me is how boring it is#also the Batman torture scene#the way he writes Batman pisses me off so bad#he makes BatCat boring#btw he is really proud of being in the CIA#I am calling him a war criminal but I doubt he thinks this about himself#even if he voiced some tepid regrets about some of his actions#but we are talking about a guy who went to a decent university#then 9/11 happened and his reaction was to join the military#he only stopped so he could be a family man#yes I listened to some of the interviews he has given because I love pain
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Foreign Beauty
A/N: Might get in a silly goofy mood and write a part 2, let me know if I should. đ
Summary: After your father made you attend Oxford, you took a detour during the holidays to Birmingham and there you met Thomas Shelby, and the two of you got pulled towards one another.
Thomas Shelby x Reader
Warnings: toxic father, smut (a little bit though)
Tag: @mrkdvidal1989.
You hated your father now, he made you go to Oxford university. You wanted to only live inÂ
Paris and be able to just live your life and buy pretty dresses and have fun with your friends, but not now, you needed to be in a gloomy town with people that canât even dress properly and that made you angry.
âFather, if you insist on me getting an education why not Paris? We already have a place there.â You had no idea why your father wanted you to pursue an education, it was only a matter of time until you were married off for an alliance anyway.
âYou cannot be just a ditsy woman that only thinks about whatâs on her body, you must feed your mind. End of discussion.â With that your father left you and you went to your room to cry.
How could he do this to you? Wasnât enough that he was a criminal and you could never bring your friends to where he was? The fact that your mother left and he never allowed for you to have a relationship with her? Every single thing about your life was about your father, and no doubt that he wanted bragging rights to all of his associates of how he had his only daughter to attend Oxford.
If you had to do this, you wouldnât be caught dead in British clothes. You told your father that you would get a new wardrobe with the latest Parisian fashion, if you canât change your fatherâs mind, you would definitely make his wallet hurt. That was exactly what you did, went to Paris and ordered a whole new wardrobe to all of the fashion houses that you could think of. Your father was furious but didn't want to say anything, as long as you were going to university, nothing else mattered to him.
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The boat trip to Cardiff was long and dreadful, and to make things even worse it was raining in Wales, as usual. Your fatherâs men were waiting for you, and you had so many suitcases that it filled both cars. People in England took their time to stare at you, it always happened, you would never brag but your were a pretty woman in a pretty dress in gloomy Wales, people will stare. You got into the car and waited for your fatherâs men to be done with loading the cars.
The drive was boring and it was raining in most places, so you decided to take a nap. You woke up with commotion in the car and two of the men were fighting in the front of the car.
âWhat is happening?â You realised that the car was stopped, and the other two men were outside in the rain trying to fix it.
âSorry, maâam but the car broke down and we are nowhere near Oxford, weâre in Birmingham.â You saw a map pf England once and was confused, these are the men that your father employs? You took a deep breath and grabbed your umbrella and left the car, there seemed to be a pub nearby. âWait, maâam where youâre going?â One of the men tried to stop you but you kept walking.
âItâs cold, itâs raining and I saw a pub here. Could you please let me know when we can go?â He nodded and you kept walking towards the pub. When you entered the smell of cigars and booze hits your nostrils, and the warmth as well, it wasnât that crowed so you simply took a booth and removed your very expensive fur coat.
You bought a drink and again all of the men and women were staring at you and you needed to get used to it. You were starting to get bored, maybe going back to the car was the best option. When you were about to leave, both doors were opened and a few men came in, they must be important since everyone got out of their way, you saw the one with the biggest blue eyes youâve ever seen in your life and the man was incredibly attractive.
The man noticed you quite fast since you were the only one staring at him, quite unabashedly as well. He went to your table and sat down right in front of him, with a grin on his face, that made you smile.
âNever seen you here before.â You smiled, never having the opportunity to interact with people that werenât from your fatherâs circle. âI wouldâve noticed if I seen you here before, who are you love?â He seemed genuinely interested and you were basking on the attention. You said your name to the man.
âWe lost our way to Oxford and the car broke down so I decided to come here and be warm with a drink. May I ask who you are?â You took a sip of your drink and the two of you couldnât stop smiling at each other.
âIâm Thomas Shelby. Pleased to meet you.â He extended his hand and you shook it, and the two of you couldnât deny that you felt something when the two of you touched. âWould you like another drink, love?â You nodded and Thomas went to get your drink, after he came back, he sat down near you.
âYouâre quite forward, arenât you Mr. Shelby?â You grinned at him and he seemed very pleased with himself.
âI have to, with a foreign beauty like yourself, someone might steal you away.â Thomas was being coy, he knew that no one would dare to talk to you with him there, but he wanted to make you feel special and also acknowledge the fact tht all of the men wanted to be with you.
âYou donât have faith that you are the most interesting?â You quickly realised that you love to tease Thomas Shelby.
âI know that I am, it simply might not be the case for you.â He wasnât boring, you had to give him that and also confident, a man has never looked as attractive as he is now.
âTouche, Mr. Shelby.â
The two of you started talking about other things, politics mainly. But also art, and history. You were much younger than Thomas but he didn't mind it all and you loved the fact that he was older, mature and most importantly, confident.
The two of you were touching each other, his hand were on your thigh and your hand in his arm as well. The tension between the two of you was getting worse, the two of you even stopped talking just to keep looking at each other and touching each other. Thomas leaned into your ear, sending shirvers down your spine.
âShould we go somewhere more private, love?â He whispered in your ear and you only nodded, guiding him towards the bathroom.
When the two of you got there, Thomas put you against the wall and started to kiss you. His kiss was full of hunger and passion and you were more than happy to indulge him, you needed this too. Thomas started removing your dress and you removed his shirt, you were only dressed in your undergarments now, and Thomas still had his trousers. He started kissing your neck, drawing moans out of you.
Your hands went to his cock, he was painfully hard and you could tell that he was painfully hard. Thomas removed your bra without you even noticing, you felt his warm lips on your nipple, making you moan, with one of his hands Thomas started playing with your other nipple. His tongue felt like heaven on one nipple and his fingers were twisting and pulling the other, you were panting and moaning. Youâve never felt this way before, your pussy was clenching around nothing and you were so wet. The pressure on your pussy was increasing with every lick of one nipple and the pulling of the other.
âTommy.â You whispered and a strangled moan espcaped your throat, Thomas stopped his ministrations and looked at you, he had the smugest look on his face.
âDid you just cum from me just playing with your nipples, love?â Thomasâ hands removed your panties and he started fingering you and playing with your clit. You closed your eyes from how much pleasure you were receiving but he was having none of it. âKeep your eyes on me, love.â Thatâs what you did, youâve met this man a couple hours ago and he already had so much power over you. With his thumb making small circles on your clit and two fingers deep inside your pussy, Thomas wanted to make you cum as quick as he possibly could. âYou look divine like this, love. I need you to cum for me. Can you do that, eh?â The noises that were being made were lewd, if you could think straight you would definitely be embarrassed by them.
As if Thomas has full control of your body, you cum again, Thomas enjoys the feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers, he couldnât wait to fuck you. Thomas was helping you ride out your second orgasm when you heard yelling coming from outside, the two of you looked at each other and out your clothes back on in a matter of seconds.
âWhat is going on âere?â Thomas yelled, and the men that were with him fighting with your fatherâs men, you slapped Thomasâ men hoping they would stop assaulting your employees.
âAre you alright, maâam?â One of fatherâs men asked you, clearly terrified that something happened to you.
âOf course, is the car ready?â All four of them nodded and if this wasnât a sign for you to stop doing something youâd later regret, you donât know what is.
You were about to leave when Thomas stopped you with a gentle pull of your arm.
âLeaving so soon, love?â He seemed almost sad that you were leaving, that made you smile.
âIâm going to Oxford university, if you want me come get me when you can.â You winked at him and he smirked at you.
He was going to get you, alright. With that, you left the pub to the car.
#thomas shelby x reader#tommy shelby x reader#peaky blinder fanfic#thomas shelby fanfic#tommy shelby imagine#tommy shelby fanfic#tommy shelby smut#peaky blinders fanfic
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I love Martha Jones - her character is one of the best and least appreciated, in my opinion - but I'm dreading if it's true that she'll be back for the spin-off. Because:
1) I hate RTD's writing and general direction right now because it's so bitter and smarmy.
2) Also, the plots are rubbish, and characters lack agency and/or likability.
3) There's been a whole lot of returning companions recently, and I think they need to stop propping up their show on known faces. That was one of the biggest lures of the soft-reboot with Tennant and Tate back. Once in a while, it's good and effective, but they should give it a rest for a bit, or it'll just get boring and incredibly obvious as fan-bait.
4) If they do a whole disillusioned, depressed hermit who is hiding from their past sins shtick with Dr Martha Jones, Woman Who Walked the Goddamned Earth, I swear to G*d... I want Martha living in the countryside as a country doctor with a happy family and a positive cottage core life post-UNIT retirement but gets dragged into alien hijinks in a series of bizarre incidents.
5) I think UNIT needs to be rethought a bit because it's been looking like a discount S.H.I.E.L.D, which is dull, uninteresting, and done. Also, we've seen a lot of them recently, and their appearances have been lacklustre and inconsistent. Especially Kate Stewart, who I adore, but I feel has been just kind of there for a while.
6) This one is slightly controversial, and since I'm white, I'm ready to be told otherwise, but I find it a little alarming how much people are like: "OMG Martha and 15! He's going to FINALLY apologise for 10's racism and they'll understand each other so much!" Firstly, in universe, the Doctor is an alien, and his understanding of human cultures comes from observation and visiting. He was never raised with any racial stigma, any bias or prejudice, and has always held themselves as separate and above humans. So how would him being (again, in universe) black help him understand Martha's life experience. To him, it would be like hair colour except for any passing racism he faces, which he has no qualms dismissing as petty small mindedness from 'lesser' beings. Secondly, Martha does deserve an apology for the treatment she faced (from the Doctor and the bloody writers) but not one that is almost glazed over because the Doctor has experience now as a woman and a POC. The Doctor, as a widely travelled and highly educated person who has seen suffering through the universe, had to have known that was wrong before that, and Martha should get an apology that isn't full of "that white cis man past version of me just didn't get it." Accountability and sincerity are important components to an apology, and I don't know if RTD can write that from his recent, hollow efforts.
#doctor who#martha jones#the war between the land and the sea#rtd2 era#anti rtd#personal rant#martha jones deserved better
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GOT low-points for Jaime
ok I donât like complaining about GOT too much cos it gets boring and I am here for the books. but this is kind of fun so
Telling Brienne the one secret he has never told anyone, the biggest secret of his entire storyâŚ. and then telling Qyburn shortly afterwards just to have a comeback
Getting essentially murderered by pound shop Euron Greyjoy bcâŚ.??? the actors are both Danish??
Hearing Cersei has tried to kill him and going back to her approx. 10 mins later to raise a child w her x
Hanging around Dorne with Bronn in the most Naruto filler episodes of all time
That scene where he and Tyrion are making fun of their disabled cousin crushing beetles by imitating his voice for like a painfully long period of screen time. Yes I know the backstory as to why this âjokeâ got written but I honestly donât care, I only saw it once back in whatever year it aired and it was just excruciating
âI never really cared about the innocentâ - absolutely iconic
Pursuing Brienne cos he heard sheâs a virgin (A: obviously B: you literally already knew that), then never saying another word to her onscreen before dumping her in the snow and forgetting she exists x
Hearing Cersei is replicating Aerysâ worst instincts, going 𫤠and then hanging around Kingâs Landing for another season fucking Cersei and building IKEA furniture for a baby bc what else is he supposed to be doing I guess
Angrily crying over the fact Tyrion murdered Tywin as Tyrion explains in the background âyou remember how he abused me and tried to kill me too rightâ
Planning atrocities till Brienne physically appears to say âhey remember your entire story arc? arenât we supposed to be making more complex decisions now?â Then jaime looking briefly inspired before explaining to Edmure heâll kill his baby because he likes to fuck his own sister so donât push it
Getting fired from the Kingsguard and then never thinking about it again
Killing his cousin for no real reason in season 2, then forgetting how he even did it when citing his list of sins to Brienne in season 8
Telling Joffrey thereâs still time for him to fill the White Book with his deeds in season 4, then shoving it off the table to fuck his sister later in the same season
Brienne completing his entry in the same book desperately trying to frame a single act of Jaimeâs as having had a point
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movie buff questions: any number with a 6 in it. <3
6. Favorite movie from the 90âs? Literally the first one I thought of was Hocus Pocus. So I'm going with that. It's goddamn incredible anyway.
16. Ever watched a movie just because you heard the effects were awesome? YES! Dawn of the Planet of The Apes. saw it in theaters like 10 times throughout the summer after graduating high school bc the theater was right down the block. shit is insane.
26. Best experience going to the movies Honestly the most recent was Everything Everywhere All At Once. My first viewing was on opening week and that was a PHENOMENAL audience to be a part of- especially recently. Also I will never forget the energy that was in the theater after The Grand Budapest Hotel. shit was awesome.
36. Movie quote you live by? lmao it's not from a movie but for years I had this quote up on my facebook page from Westworld "You can't play God without being aquainted with the Devil". Facts man. Thanks A-Hop.
46. Favorite cop film? Gonna go with Fargo on this one I think. Feels right.
56. Movie you completely nerd-out over every time itâs mentioned? Lord of the Rings. You will always get me with Lord of the Rings. No question. No doubt. I have so many lotr related facts and anecdotes and prop replicas.
60. Most visually stunning movie youâve seen? God I can't choose. I really can't. so many movies are too beautiful I cannot pick just one. help me god.... OK 1917. that bitch has so much going for it.
61. A movie your parents introduced you to? lmao so many. kudos to them tho for taking me to Spirited Away at the ripe old age of baby.
62. Favorite genre? Gothic (clearly- and it's not the same as horror writ. large- there's a difference, even though many horror films overlap with gothic films as well and the whole horror genre literally owes everything to Gothic fiction but I digress)- also because there's lots of elements that go into gothic from other genres like romance and comedy that people tend to forget about- and I'll always take a good genre mix any day over just... one plain old thing? I like a Genre Ensemble if you will and Gothic covers that the best I think.
63. Least favorite genre? Hallmark Rom-coms. sitcoms in general. or reality tv shit or documentaries (lotta people say they're "unbiased" but the nature of perspective and subjectivity in film is bias. never as fully informative of facts as they purport to be and I can't stand the fuckin things. boring as sin).
64. Comedy movie that you didnât find funny? First one I thought of was Bridesmaids. Deadass. I don't think a lot of mainstream comedies do humor very well anyway. Also fucking anything written by James Gunn that man literally only knows how to write one movie and it was guardians of the galaxy vol. 1 and literally everything he's done since has been copy-pasted from that script (and especially suicide squad. hate that move so much forever and always what a piece of shit).
65. Horror movie that didnât scare you? Most don't??? not that bad anyway. Fucking M3gan was literally the most unscary shit I've ever seen recently tho. but then again I grew up on Child's Play like I'm immune to freaky doll shit.
66. Favorite remake of an old movie? ok but dicks out for the planet of the apes remakes. I'm so serious. Andy Serkis put his whole pussy into that monkey.
67. A movie that started a passion for you? um... this is kindof a hard question to answer because movies/shows made me want to persue writing/directing as a career. There have been a lot of them, and the more I see the more I want to do it, so the list is ongoing, but LOTR and Joker 2019 are the two biggest contributors that I can think of off the top of my head. LOTR bonus features are what I lived for and got me passionate about the actual filmmaking process and special effects and stuff, Joker is the one that solidified for me the career choice.
68. A movie that sparked an interesting conversation? in my household The Godfather will never not be the film that sparks interesting conversations- bc my dad worked with a guy that was up for the part of sollazzo, and he was on the books and getting payed and everything when Marlon Brando requested that a guy he knew play the part instead, so he got the boot. BUT!! since he was on the books there was a term in his contract that he get residuals anyway- and so he still does. he was at my parent's wedding and everything. crazy shit.
69. The main movie you remember from your childhood? my childhood was filled with them. Can't be specific about this one I'm afraid. Just trust me. Many.
MOVIE BUFF ASKS
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pg 380
Met a fan of this book today. Had a nice discussion, told him I thought it was bad (he asked, but I'm also 90% sure he didn't hear me regardless) but was able to keep up anyway (note: this book is bad <entertaining/predictable/soap opera> but it's not bad <kill me now> i.e. I'd read this again before picking up Legendborn which has committed the cardinal sin of being bad <checking pages to see how much is left> and boring) . I think he wanted to find anyone who's read it. He's excited for the next book in the series. I hope it's good.
There are few things that give me the ick faster than hearing someone is being claimed by a kiss. At least when the book insists on marketing itself as somewhat vanilla actually throughout the entire book she compares sexual tension to ownership (I mean the lust is quite prevalent but the dom and sub vibes permeating this piece are so weird because it seems to want to separate itself from it "I'd have to be a masochist to date him" but like... you're in the same ball park, babe. Is that a joke? God I hope it was a joke because some of her descriptions are like word for word something you'd find from a sub on r/bdsm)
The quote at the top of the chapter stating "romantic relationships with people outside your year can cause problems for the unit" almost made me laugh out loud because she was doing way more damage by being single and an unwilling participant in a love triangle.
She is, once again, being presented two choices by two men and every day my internal dialogue becomes more insistent don't let men tell you what to do.
This may get me killed, because sometimes men will shout stop to keep you from getting hit by a car but this book is really testing that for me.
Apparently MT is always walking around with a stiffy near her because he wants her so bad which makes any scene he's tried to be cool and collected in retrospectively 10x funnier.
My friend described SK as obstacle shaped and truly he is. His internal dialogue must be a constant loop, I wish he was a character.
Oh, she got more special again. She controls lightning now, which is a fantastic addition to her time stopping powers, and her being bonded to two dragons, and being super clever and incredibly fast and being the first to bond to a baby dragon and having special hair, and a special mom and--
Biggest sin of the sex scene: Every time she orgasms lightning flashes.
I wonder when Emily Wilde's 3rd book releases...
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dangerous game. (m)
pairing: dilf!jaehyun x younger!reader
words: 1.9k+
summary: jaehyun is your fatherâs co-worker, but itâs not your fault that heâs undeniably hot.
genre: smut
warnings: older!jaehyun, younger!reader, car sex, public sex, creampie, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy
âItâs not like heâs your dad, you know.â
You glare at Sookyung, whoâs innocently sipping at her glass of champagne. You pinch her arm and she squeals.
âHe could be! Heâs just as old as my dad,â you comment, eyes roaming over Jeong Jaehyunâs figure.
He was just recently hired into your fatherâs corporation and proven himself to be a worthy asset, his dimples charming everyone who comes his way. Heâs built up a strong relationship with your parents, bringing over his daughter to hang out with you sometimes. You wonder if heâll always see you as a kid â a friend of his daughterâs to have play dates with.
Speaking of the devil, Haerim bounces over and smiles at you and Sookyung. Luckily, Haerim got her looks from her mother so you donât feel so odd when you gaze over at her.
âHow are you two doing? Iâm kind of bored,â she comments, fingers gripping her own champagne glass.
Sookyung gives you the eye and you know what sheâs thinking â you practically sped home from college just to stare at Jaehyun all night, jumping at your fatherâs invitation as soon as he called.
âWeâre doing fine,â Sookyung replies, and you grow wary of her mischievous smile. âHow about you and your dad? Any luck with finding him a date?â
Haerim shakes her head. âNope. Heâs probably just not ready to move on yet.â
Sookyung grins. âMaybe he just hasnât met the right girl.â
You glare at her. Haerim shrugs.
âYeah, maybe.â
â
Itâs only a few weeks later when you come home for Christmas. Your father greets you at the door and your mother lets you know they have company over. You try to keep your resolve when you see Jaehyun at the table, his smile taking your breath away like it always has.
âJaehyunâs spending Christmas with us,â your father mentions as you take your seat.
âAnd Haerim?â You ask, eyes locking with Jaehyunâs.
âAt her motherâs for the holidays,â Jaehyun responds, dark eyes gazing at you. You nod, and as soon as you dig into your meal, your father and Jaehyun are chatting it up. âThatâs crazy, Doyoung. I couldnât imagine any of the investors buying that crap.â
Your father laughs and your mother leans over to speak with you.
âI want you to be nice to Jaehyun while heâs here. Heâs having a rough time, first holiday after the divorce and everything.â
You smile. âIâll keep him good company, I promise.â
She pats your cheek. âThatâs my girl.â
Itâs later in the night when you keep your promise, knocking on the guest room door. Youâve taken Sookyungâs advice and luckily packed all of your best underwear, matching bra and all. You know deep down you shouldnât get your hopes up, especially since Jaehyun is still learning to live without his wife.
All those thoughts are thrown away, however, when he opens the door. You grin innocently at him.
âI hope youâre enjoying your stay, Mr. Jeong. I was just checking up on you.â
He smirks, leaning against the doorframe. âIs that so? Well, thank you for being such a hospitable host.â
Sookyungâs words bounce around in your head, still lingering when you called her after dinner. Flirt. Remind him youâre very mature for your age. And wear that red thong I bought you for your birthday!
You laugh. âYes, well, I think my father would be upset if he knew I wasnât being very friendly.â
He chuckles and nods his head. âWe canât have that, can we?â
âNo, we canât.â
Your gazes lock, and you swear his eyes darken a little. He opens his mouth to say something before you hear footsteps. Your father comes around the corner, smiling and placing his hand on your shoulder.
âI can see youâre treating Jaehyun nicely.â
âShe was,â Jaehyun answers. âYou raised her well, Doyoung.â
âI hope so,â your father laughs, placing a kiss on your head. âListen, Jaehyun, weâre going out tomorrow to get all the groceries we need to make Christmas dinner. I was wondering if you would tag along with Y/N to find a suitable tree for the living room.â
Your eyes practically light up, and Jaehyun chuckles.
âI think that would be fine,â he nods, gaze returning to you. âWeâll leave in the morning?â
You smile. âSounds good.â
â
Car rides with Jaehyun are more arousing than you expected. Youâve been on edge since youâve been on the road with him, mainly because youâre unsure of how to make the first move. If he ends up not even liking you in that way, he could definitely tell your father and further humiliate you.
âYouâre quiet this morning.â
Your head darts to look over at him, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. âOh,â you laugh awkwardly. âJust a lot on my mind, I guess.â
âCare to enlighten me?â He hums.
This is a very dangerous game.
âI just- um-â you pause, trying to comprehend your thoughts. Jaehyun chuckles at your internal struggle. Oh God. What if he just sees me as a kid? Iâm wearing this uncomfortable thong and all he sees is his daughterâs little friend-
âI donât think we can,â he comments, taking you off guard.
You frown. âDonât think we can what?â
He sighs. âI want to be with you in that way, but your dad-â
Your eyes widen. âWait wait wait. You like me? I mean, you like me like that?â
He smirks, taking his eyes off of the road for a mere second to glance at you. âYes, I like you like that. But itâs too complicated. Youâre young, and-â
You scoff. âIâm not that young.â
âYouâre as young as my daughter,â he reminds you. âAnd your father and I are good friends. Plus, he has all the power to fire me whenever he wants, and I donât think I can afford to lose my job right now.â
Sookyungâs voice grows louder in your head. Make him want you. Show him he canât resist.
Your eyelashes flutter closed, fingers drifting down to your core.
âY/N, what are you doing?â
You ignore him, one hand slithering into your underwear and stroking your folds gently. You throw your head back and moan. You can feel the car swerve a little.
âY/N, you shouldnât be doing this. Iâm driving, this is dangerous and I-â
âTouch me, Mr. Jeong,â you beg, opening your eyes to stare directly at him. âPlease?â
It isnât long before he pulls over on the side of the road and leans over the console to press his lips against yours. You whimper when his fingers tug on your hair, exposing your neck to him.
âSuch a little slut,â he hisses, lips attaching to your neck and sucking gently. âWe couldâve gotten into an accident.â
âBut we didnât,â you remind him, guiding his hand to your core. âCan you fuck me now?â
He growls. âFilthy little mouth. Does your dad know you talk this way?â
You shake your head. âNo, daddy wouldnât like that.â
He curses lowly and you know youâve got him. He pushes the seat all the way back and climbs until heâs hovering over you, tongue desperately exploring the expanse of your mouth. He replaces your fingers with his, digits slowly playing with your folds before sliding two into your waiting hole. You whine into the kiss and he pauses briefly.
âYouâre not a-â
âVirgin?â You raise an eyebrow. âNo. But donât tell daddy.â
He growls, attacking you once again and curling his fingers upwards. Youâre both lucky heâs pulled over to an abandoned part of the town, and his tinted windows giving you even further security.
âWe have to be quick, baby,â he whispers breathlessly. âStill have to bring a tree home.â
The clothes come off quickly after that, your hands gripping Jaehyunâs shirt and flinging it over your shoulder. He laughs at your eagerness, palming at your breast and kissing your mound.
âSuch a pretty body,â he murmurs, lips darting over your nipple. You moan and arch your back.
âYeah? Prettier than your ex-wifeâs?â
He smirks. âPrettier. Younger. Hotter.â
You whimper when he throws your dress to the side, fingers dancing over your choice of underwear.
âIsnât that pretty? You wear that for me, sweet girl?â
You giggle. âOnly for you, daddy.â
He flips you over, smacking your ass along the way. You enjoy the way he manhandles you, pulling your hair back and tugging it harshly.
âIs this how you like it? Exposed like a whore for anyone to see? What would your parents say if they saw you like this?â
âWhat would your daughter say if she saw you about to fuck a girl the same age as her?â You counter.
He smiles. âShe wouldnât like it, thatâs for sure.â
You feel his tip prod your entrance and you moan, gripping the headrest of the passenger seat. Jaehyun kisses your shoulders, cupping your breasts and sliding into you.
You cry at the stretch, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as he enters you. Heâs thick. And huge. Definitely the biggest youâve ever taken.
He curses in your ear. âFuck, baby. Your pussyâs so fucking tight.â
âNever-â you gasp, catching your breath when he sinks deeper and deeper. âNever had someone this big, daddy.â
You both groan when he bottoms out, lips parting at the pleasure youâre receiving. You feel so full, and Jaehyunâs cock is like a fever dream.
âJaehyun, please,â you beg, aching for him to move.
He follows your order, grabbing your hips and snapping into you. You moan loudly, the sound of his hips connecting with your thighs echoing throughout the vehicle. He feels so perfect inside of you and you blubber his name over and over again.
You imagine how sinful you both look, with Jaehyun fucking you desperately in the passenger seat of his car, where Haerim probably sat when he used to drive her to school everyday. You whimper at the thought as Jaehyun drills into you, panting in your ear.
âFeels so good, baby,â he praises you. âWanna fuck you all day.â
âWill you?â You ask, whining when he nudges against your sweet spot. âWill you fuck me when we get back home?â
âIf you can stay quiet,â he chuckles and you giggle with him. He groans when you clench around him. âYou going to cum for me, baby? Show me how much you want it, sweet girl.â
You fall apart around him, squeezing his cock for dear life as you orgasm. Youâre completely spent but Jaehyun still plows into you, chasing his high. You prod him a little.
âPlease, daddy. Want to feel you cum inside me.â
âYeah?â He grunts, his voice dropping an octave. âAre you on the pill?â
The beat of silence is deafening. âWhat if I wasnât?â
He groans. âDonât mess with me, baby. Iâm going to explode.â
âWouldnât you like to see that? Your cum dripping down my thighs at dinner, trying not to let my dad see? What if he found out I was pregnant? What would he do then?â
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â Jaehyun hisses. âBaby, I canât. Iâm going to cum.â
âKnock me up, Jae,â you giggle, pushing back against him. âShow everyone how filthy you are, getting a girl half your age pregnant with your child. What would Haerim think?â
He pushes deep inside you and cries out, shooting ribbons into your waiting womb. You smile deviously, pushing further back onto him so none of his cum would spill out. Heâs still cumming after a minute, and his warmth fills your stomach.
You grin. âHad a lot to give me, didnât you?â
He growls and leans down, nipping at your ear.
âIâm getting you pregnant while Iâm here, you little minx.â
âLooking forward to it.â
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Believer [Dark!Din Djarin x F!Reader] *SMUT*
Summary: After two months since your last encounter, The Mandalorian returns to confession. (Part two of Sinner)
Rating: 18+ only
Warnings: 18+ SMUT, religion kink, confession box blowjob, sex in a place of worship, unprotected p in v, female receiving oral, fingering, dark!Din, rough sex, hints of degradation, teasing, orgasm denial, arranged marriage mention.
Word Count: 3000>
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It had been two months since your encounter with The Mandalorian, and you hadnât seen him since. Even after your father returned from Naboo, Din remained absent from attending mass. You were beginning to believe you might never see him again, and yet, you clung onto hope. It was all you had. When your father went to bed, youâd stay in the chapel late, hoping heâd come in again. It was exhausting. Surely The Mandalorian still had sins to confess. Your biggest fear was that he was deliberately trying to avoid you. He had this dark aura to him, and so if his only intention that night was to wreck your innocence, you wouldnât be surprised. The truth is, youâd let him do it a million times over.
You missed him. You missed his gruff nature and his bluntness, and you missed the sound of his voice, with or without the modulator of his helmet. And ah-- his helmet-- the shiny silver beskar. You missed that too, although your encounter with Din had left you yearning to know more. You wonder what he looked like underneath the helmet. You remember the dark trail of hair that started at his navel and led down to the waistband of his underwear. From that alone, youâd made the judgement that heâs probably brunette. You wondered how well groomed he was, whether or not he opted to be clean shaven or don facial hair. But most importantly, you wondered about his eyes. You believed that the eyes were the most telling feature about a person, and that they could hold a thousand secrets. Could they be blue, or green, or perhaps even the most beautiful shade of honey brown?
It was a Sunday night, just shy off two a.m., and you let out a tired yawn. You were beginning to think heâd never show again, and that you were foolish for waiting up so late. You had visions of the Mandalorian waltzing back into the chapel and rescuing from this lifestyle. You had dreams of him whisking you away and showing you the galaxy. So, on this particular night, when Din returned, you werenât even sure if he was really him.
You werenât sure how long he had been standing there for, leaning against the confession box, watching you drift in and out of sleep as you curled up on the front pew. His beskar clad arms were folded across his chest and his head was tilted slightly. He was eerily quiet, and when your eyes finally met his (through his visor, at least), his presence was ghost-like.
âTired?â The Mandalorian asked, his deep, modulated voice breaking the silence. Although it was less of a question and more of an acknowledgement. He was the first to speak, and of course it was a typical cocky remark. You didnât even realise how much youâd missed that side to him; the rude and degrading side. That was how you knew it was really him. Youâd been a good girl your entire life; your mind was simply not equipped to make this stuff up. âDid you miss me?â
You rubbed your eyes and stood up from your seat on the pew, taking a second to process his presence. Did you miss him? Youâd been touching yourself to the memory of his cock every single night since your encounter, and he had the audacity to ask if you missed him? Of course, youâd never willingly admit to that. Especially not to him.Â
When you didnât reply, he stalked over to the front pew, his broad shoulders looming over you.
âWent back to visiting brothels,â Din revealed, bringing his gloved hand to your neck and giving it a small squeeze. âBut they just donât do it like you.â
âWe arenât in the confession box, Mando.â you snapped back, and his grip around you tightened as he chuckled. You nervously diverted your gaze from his and he raised his hand so he could grab your chin. He tilted it upwards, forcing you to look at him.
âWell, Iâm here to confess.â
As you walked Din back over to the box, you noticed your panties were already slick with arousal. Youâd anticipated this moment for months, but of course, you werenât inclined to give into him that easy. You were excited though, hoping and praying that this would turn into more than just a typical confession session.
âState your name for the records.â you sigh, following procedure as you shuffled down onto your chair.Â
âDin Djarin.â
The way he spoke his own name was just as beautiful as you had remembered.Â
âAnd why are you here today?â you asked.Â
There was a brief silence before you were met with the Mandalorianâs low, gravelly voice. Heâd taken off his helmet.Â
âI want you to suck my cock.âÂ
His request winded you. Blunt and straight to the point. Honestly? You shouldâve seen it coming. The thought of him fucking your mouth sent you in a frenzy, and you found yourself fighting the urge to touch yourself right then and there.
âThatâs your confession?â you gulped, your fingers fiddling with the royal blue velveteen curtain that separated you both from seeing one another. You sighed and shook your head. âWe canâtâŚâ you trailed off, and you hated the way the words tasted on your tongue. This was everything you had waited for and now you were denying him? âIt was wrong of us to do in the first place and Iâ itâs going to take a lot for me to move past it.â
âDo you still think about it?â Din asked, and his question bore a lot of weight as he reminisced on the night you and him spent together.. Inside the confession box was cold, so much so that a shiver that ran down your spine.
âIt doesnât matter,â you said softly. âIâm⌠getting married in the Summer.â you revealed, almost shyly. Din felt his freeze over and heart sink into his chest. Married? So fast? When he made no comment, you explained further. You tried to sound enthusiastic and positive, but the words just died as they left your lips. âMy father found a minister who preaches on Takodana. Heâs a little older than I, and even trained as a monk for several years. I hear Takodana is beautiful. Have you been before?â
Din scoffed incredulously, but you werenât sure if the noise that came from the back of his throat was answering your question, or if it just signified his response to everything you had just said. He couldnât believe it. âJust like I told you the last time we met,â he hummed knowingly. âIf you marry him, youâll regret it for the rest of your life.â
This wasnât the first time he had given you attitude. And it wouldnât be the last.
âAnd what do you suggest I do?â you spat back. You werenât just going to let him stick around if he was only going to make you feel bad for your decisions and what he considered to be poor life choices.Â
Din laughed, and if there wasnât a closed curtain between you both, you would have smacked him right then and there. âI suggest you do what I ask without all the backchat,â he growled. âI suggest you get on your knees, open your pretty mouth, and suck my cock.â
You wanted to argue. You so desperately wanted to argue with him until he was begging for you, but you had waited too long for this too. You were desperate to taste him.
âStand up, take off your pants, you instructed, biting your lip as you heard his zipper go down.
Once he was ready, Din stood with his hands flat against the wooden wall of the confession box, and you peeled back the curtain. You fell to your knees and wrapped your hands around his thick length, already revelling in how hot and heavy it felt. Dinâs eyes snapped shut as you pumped his manhood. Heâd missed the feeling of your soft hands. You gathered his precum which was leaking from the pink tip and rubbed it along his shaft.
Teasingly, you pressed a delicate kiss to his weeping slit. The Mandalorian couldnât help but buck his hips at the tender contact. âMore.â he huffed, his once flat hands bunching into a fist when you press in another kiss. But this time, your kiss turns into a small kitten lick as you taste him on your tongue. And Maker, he tastes good.
âStay still sweetheart.â you grumbled, and your voice sent a vibration straight through his core. Sweetheart? He huffed again.
He was fully and achingly hard now. You opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his head, sucking longingly. You removed your hands from his shaft and closed your eyes as you pushed down on him, trying to take his full, thick length in your virgin throat. It took about a minute for you to get fully adjusted, but the second you began to bob your head and suck him off, Din swore he was seeing stars. With every thrust of your mouth, you managed to push deeper and deeper until the curve of his nose was pressed against the soft tufts of brown hair just above his cock.
When you felt him twitch in your mouth, you knew he was close. You reached your hand through the dip in the curtain and began to cradle his balls, massaging them as his moans became louder and more guttural. As much as you wanted him to shoot his salty load down your throat, you knew that this might be the only chance you got to dominate your control over him. So, at the very last second before he could cum, you pulled off his cock with a âpopâ.Â
He cursed out loud at the sudden loss of contact, and you wiped the trail of saliva mixed with precum from your lips. You could hear Din fussing from the otherside of the curtain and just as you were about to ask him what was he doing, his hand shot between the material as he passed you a piece of black cloth. Truly, it looked like heâd ripped a piece of his undershirt to craft it. When you took it from him, albeit hesitantly, his voice gave you instruction.
âPut it on,â he ordered. âBlindfold yourself.â
His voice had dropped an octave since you denied him of his orgasm.Â
Nevertheless, you obliged, wrapping the material around your eyes so you couldnât see a thing. âDone.â
Din came out from the confession box and opened the door to your side, carefully guiding you out and walking you over to the candlelit altar.
âLie down.â he told you gruffly.
It was hard to make a judgement in regards to where exactly in the chapel you were, but for some reason, you felt as though you could trust him. He pushed you back down to your knees and you felt the soft carpet beneath you.Â
Your pussy was dripping wet at this point, desperate for some kind of relief. In one swift motion, Din ripped your robe from you and you felt the material tear. He threw the garments to the floor and immediately latched his mouth to your breast. His tongue swirled around the hardening bud of your nipple and with his free hand, he began to caress and squeeze the breast that wasnât receiving the attention of his lips. He palmed at the soft flesh and revelled in the way your moans escaped from your lips. He trailed his late hand down your stomach and stopped when he hit the hem of your panties. Din pulled off you and swapped over, this time sucking your other breast, even nibbling this time with his teeth. He lowered his hand and began to rub you through the thin white material of your underwear.
You felt him chuckle darkly against your chest as he felt just how wet you were. It was all for him, and heâd barely even touched you yet. He swirled his index finger over your clit and even through the cotton, the sensation was indescribable. You wanted nothing more than for him to rip off your panties the same way heâd ripped off your robes.
Din drew back from you and held you by your shoulders, slowly pushing you down so you were laying on your back with your legs spread open for him. He began to tug at your waistband and you lifted your ass up so he could pull down your panties.
He tossed them by your robes and parted your legs once more. He admired the way your cunt looked under the glowing amber candlelight, the way your juices sparkled like they were asking to be ravished by him.
âSo pretty.â Din praised.
Din couldnât contain himself any longer. He latched his tongue against your clit and began sucking profusely. Thatâs when you realised one of the questions youâd been dwelling on for the past two months had been answered. He definitely had facial hair. The roughness of his stubble grazing the softness of your cunt felt phenomenal. Every now and again, heâd pull back and separate your folds with his fingers, focusing his erratic tongue on your exposed sweet spot. Heâd lap you up like a starved man, moaning at the taste of your arousal on his tongue.
Just when you thought you wouldnât be able to take it anymore, Din plunged two fingers deep inside of you without warning. You let out a yelp and arched your back as he tongue fucked you even faster. You grew impossibly wetter and he began to stretch you out, prepping you for his thick cock.
He pushed one orgasm out of you first though, and left you shaking and twitching and struggling to regain your breath as you squirmed around on the floor, completely at his demand. Before you could even come down from your thigh, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust his cock inside of you.
âOhâ oh fuck, Iâve missed this.â he groaned, tossing his head back as pleasure ran through his veins. Tears pricked your eyes, not that Din wouldâve known, since you were blindfolded and all. He set a rough and ruthless pace, his hips snapping into yours as he got drunk on the feeling of your perfect walls clamping around him. ââMissed this.. miâ missed you.â
You chanted his name over and over again like it was the sweetest prayer to ever leave your lips.Â
âOh fâfuck Din,â you gasped, your fingernails digging into the muscles of his back. âFeels so good.â
He couldnât believe how wet and tight you were. You locked your legs around his ass, signalling for him to keep going. Din looked down at you, revelling in the way you were gasping beneath him. In that moment, he wished he could remove the blindfold from you and look into your beautiful eyes as he fucked you senseless. His gaze dropped down to your pretty, soft lips, and he had to fight the urge to kiss you.Â
Din groaned when he increased his speed and their bodies made the most unadulterated wet sounds as skin slapped skin. Your toes curled as you felt another orgasm bubble up inside the pit of your tummy. Din was close too, in fact-- heâd been holding back this entire time. His breathing became laboured and with one final thrust, The Mandalorian let out a strangled cry, his body seizing up as he came. You felt his manhood throb inside of you, the pulsations pushing you over the edge as you clenched around him, tight like a vice.Â
Din stayed hovering over you as you both came down from your high, and he waited until his cock softened before pulling out of you and rolling over and laying next to you.
You shuffled into his warm chest and he wrapped his strong arms around you. The silence between you both was comfortable, as it always had been. The dynamic between you both felt so natural, despite both of you heeding very different personalities.Â
Once again, Din was the first to speak.
âLeave, right now, with me.â He whispered, cradling your naked body as it warmed by the candlelight.Â
âI canât.â you replied sadly, blinking away the unshed tears that glazed your sparkling eyes. You wished you could. You wished there was a way around all of this, where you didnât have to stay and marry the Takodanian preacher, but everything had already been planned. And your father, the grand bishop, would never approve.
âIâve been on the run my whole life,â Din revealed, shifting his weight slightly. His strong arms tightened around you and his fingers traced comforting circles on your tummy. You nuzzled your head into his chest and relished his scent, knowing that this might well be the last time you see The Mandalorian. âIâve seen the entire galaxy. Takodana is beautiful. I do think youâll like itâŚâ Din paused. âBut I think youâll like spending time with me even more.â
At one point, you might have laughed at his arrogance, but in the softness of the moment, you realised, he was right. You didnât want to leave Din and get married to a complete stranger. You just didnât want to leave Din.
âWhat can you offer me?â you asked the Mandalorian after a pause. You wouldnât ask for much. You had grown up in a very minimalistic household after the grand bishop renounced all his material possessions. The question was more so rhetoric.
Din leaned into you, his warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear.
âFreedom.â
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Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion. Not requested.
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"Hongjoong!"
You were practically swinging your feet in the air, whining and pouting like a child out of boredom and annoyance at being cooped up in the studio with your boyfriend.
"5 more minutes." He repeated.
"You've said that for the last 45 minutes." You groaned, tired of waiting for him to finish up.
"I promise I'm serious this time." He assured you.
5 minutes quickly turned to 10, nearly becoming 15. You let out a huff every now and then, eyes staring daggers into the back of your boyfriend's head. Seriously, why could he not take a little break? You wanted to spend time with him yet even on what's supposed to be his day off, he still chooses to work when you could both be doing.....other things.
Getting an idea, your hands quickly worked to rid yourself of your pants and underwear, Hongjoong, still focused on his task didn't even budge at the sound behind him. But when he began to hear some rather familiar moaning, he swung his chair around and was shocked to see you legs spread on the couch, your fingers rubbing against your clit as you stared at him through hooded eyelids. Hongjoong instantly got hard. Licking his lips, he got up and took his place next to you on the couch. Fumbling with his zipper, he pulled his pants down enough to stroke his hardened member.
"Let's play a game since you're so bored. If you can get yourself off before I cum, I'll eat you out right here. But if I cum first, you have to suck me off."
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You were even more tired and angry than when you woke up. Why did your boyfriend have to be so difficult and special about cleaning? You literally spent over an hour lint rolling the shelves over and over again because you had 'missed a spot.'
"Make sure to get the corners, that's where the dust mostly accumulates." He called out from the kitchen.
Not being able to take it anymore, you threw the roller and the rag you were holding down onto the floor. You were tired of being ignored by your boyfriend except when he came over to inspect your cleaning. So you decided it was time to get back at him while simultaneously showing him getting dirty isn't such a bad thing.
Picking up the bucket of murky water, you mentally patted yourself on the back for choosing not to wear a bra underneath your white tank top. Looking over at Seonghwa, who still had his back turned, you put your plan in action. Splashing some of the contents all over you, you let out a squeal that had Seonghwa running over immediately.
"What?" He asked as he came in.
Putting on the biggest pout you could muster, you turned around to let him see the mess you made: white tank top soaked, your breasts completely visible through it, nipples poking out. Seonghwa's mouth dropped as he stared at them, unable to peel his eyes off.
"I'm dirty." You let out a huff.
Discarding the rag he was holding, Seonghwa pulled you against him as he began to peel your shirt off.
"Why don't we get you cleaned up then?"
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Once again you tried to pull your boyfriend out of bed.
"Yunho, baby. Come on. You have to get up."
You tried to tug his arm, pulling it but he didn't budge at all. Dropping his arm, you looked at him with an 'are you kidding me' expression.
"You said you were going to get up early to spend time together." You reminded him.
Letting out a tired groan, turned onto his stomach and hugged the pillow underneath him.
"I will....just give me a few more minutes..."
Shaking your head, you smacked his back before getting up yourself. You decided to let him have it his way. You had a lot of things to do today, starting with taking a shower. You made sure to slam the drawers rather loudly in an attempt to annoy your boyfriend, which he did not really appreciate, but still didn't say anything.
You were barely 2 minutes into your shower when you remembered you forgot your shampoo in your vanity dresser. Not even caring to turn off the water since you would be in and out in less than 10 seconds, you sprinted out the bathroom, door accidentally letting out a loud noise that startled your boyfriend. He quickly shot up and his gaze fell on you and your dripping naked body.
"Sorry Yunho, I forgot this." You apologized profusely.
Yunho blinked slowly, eyes scanning your entire body as he began to move off the bed.
"Damn...I'm definitely up now." He chuckled at the double meaning behind his statement.
Although you didn't plan it, you couldn't complain when he pulled his shirt over his head and began walking you back into the bathroom.
"Let's hurry before the water gets cold." He said with a smirk on his face as he closed the door behind him.
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"I swear to god, you probably love chicken more than me."
Besides the fact your cold boyfriend was being a selfish asshole by not sharing his meal, he had been blatantly ignoring you when you both knew damn well he was more than capable of maintaining a conversation while also eating his dinner. You let out a scoff when he still didn't acknowledge you and just kept munching on the stupid drumstick. Picking up one of his fries, you flung it at his head.
"I am talking to you!" You exclaimed.
"Busy." He pointed down at his food, mouth full of chicken, you don't even get how you even understood that one word.
"Well you definitely answered my question. You do love chicken more than me. I bet if you had to choose between me or a chicken leg, you wouldn't hesitate to grabbed the chicken leg and ditch me."
You were seriously about to smack him when he just stared you down as he reached for another chicken leg.
"Are you serious-"
Getting up in frustration, you were going to go the bedroom and make him sleep on the couch, but suddenly an idea popped in your head. Turning back around, you stood right in front of him from across the table, hands on your hips. He gave you a questioning look when he finally looked over at you and then proceeded to choke slightly when you lifted your shirt up and flashed your boobs at him. The poor boy was nearly wheezing at the sight. Feeling satisfied, you put your shirt down and chuckled at him.
Quickly putting the leg down, Yeosang began wiping his hands on a napkin as he walked over to you.
"I'm suddenly hungry for something else."
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"Who's the prettiest girl? You are..yes you are." San cooed at the siamese he was currently smothering in his embrace.
Meanwhile you were on the other side of the couch, no longer paying attention to the movie playing. Well technically neither was your boyfriend, but you weren't watching cause you were too busy witnessing some furry feline steal his attention away from you to the point of abandoning your cuddling session in favor for her.
"San, she doesn't even want to be held." You pointed out how her claws were sticking out, her head looking in all directions trying to search for a way out of his embrace.
"Nonsense! My babygirl loves me." He chuckled as he kissed the top of her head.
"I thought I was your babygirl." You whimpered slightly.
San didn't respond which made you even more jealous of the stupid yet totally innocent cat who just wanted to be free from her owner's caresses. Tapping a finger against your cheek, a sinful idea popped in your head. Taking advantage of the fact a blanket was covering your lower half, you pulled your shorts and panties down without San noticing anything. Pulling the blanket off you and lifting his hoodie that you were wearing slightly up, you spread your legs before calling out to him in a sing song voice.
When San looked over, his jaw dropped at the sight and he immediately put Byeol down on the floor.
"Go on now girl, run along." He patted her behind.
With a sly smirk, he began to position himself in between your thighs.
"Cause there's another pussy I want to play with."
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It was supposed to be a date night with your boyfriend. You two had already finished eating the delicious meal you cooked specially for him and were now supposed to watch a movie together, yet his eyes were glued to his phone. Glancing over, you frowned when you saw he was texting no one else but Yunho.
"Mingi?" You poked his cheek.
"Hmm?" He barely acknowledged you.
"You're not watching the movie." You said.
"Yeah I am." He responded, typing something into his phone.
Rolling your eyes, you then asked him what part was it on.
"The part where they found out the butler did it." He answered you.
You wanted to face palm. The idiot forgot it wasn't even a thriller since his baby ass couldn't handle them. Getting up, you told him you were going to the bathroom, which he probably didn't hear since his conversation with Yunho must obviously be more important than his date night with you. Turning on the light, you peeled off your pajama set to reveal the new lingerie set you bought specifically for tonight. Pulling out your phone, you quickly snapped a photo and sent it to him. Hearing a loud thud, you smirked as you knew he saw it and that noise was of him dropping his phone.
When you came back out, he was no longer on his phone, instead his attention was fully on you. Clearing his throat, he stared at the pastel pink set.
"You got that just for tonight?" He questioned you.
"Yep." You nodded.
Letting out a long sigh, he got up and went over to you, an arm slinging around your waist.
"I'm an ass aren't I?"
You giggled at him and pecked his lips.
"Just shut up and come on. I didn't spend so much money on this for it to go to waste."
Mingi was a giggling and blushing mess as he allowed you to lead him into the bedroom.
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You covered your ears at your boyfriend's obnoxious and loud laugh, no doubt signaling another victory on the stupid game he was currently playing. He had the volume up so loud you could actually hear some of the sound effects emanating from it.
"Jung Wooyoung!!!!" You screamed at the top of your lungs and yet he still couldn't hear you.
Throwing your hands up in frustration, you gave up and went into your room. Taking out your phone, you began scrolling mindlessly through tiktok. Nothing besides cat videos were actually interesting at this point....
Until you saw the newest challenge that was trending all over. Perfect for girls who had oblivious gamer boyfriends like the one you had. Getting up, you decided to put the plan into action. Stripping out of your clothes, you grabbed a towel to wrap around yourself and grabbed a nearby plushie toy to throw at him since yelling wasn't going to work.
As expected, he did not notice you standing in front of him for a while after you came out. Aiming the plushie at him, you struck him right on the face. He immediately ripped his headset off.
"What the fuck are you-"
He froze when he saw you standing there, a mischievous look on your face. Swallowing hard, he widened his eyes when you let the towel drop on the floor, your naked body on full display for him. Not even bothering to see if he paused the game or not, he quickly got up and started walking towards you.
"Come here babygirl."
Knowing his teasing tone to well, you quickly sped down the hallway, giggling loudly as Wooyoung chased after you, catching up to you and holding you in his arms.
"Stop right there. You caused a problem, now you fix it."
Throwing you over his shoulder, he gave your ass a slap as he walked into the bedroom. Throwing you on the bed, he straddled your lap and began to free himself out of his sweatpants.
"Ok. Why not show me your skills with a joystick for once?"
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You could not peel your eyes off your boyfriend's arms as they continued to lift up the weights he was holding. You were pretty sure you were drooling at this point. Every time his muscles flexed, you were tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth, your thighs clenching closer together.
"Jongho?" You shyly called out to him.
He didn't respond since he had his earbuds in, music full volume. Besides, when he was concentrated on something it was very difficult to get him to break focus. So you needed to think of something that would work.
Looking down and fumbling with the hem of your skirt, you finally had an idea. Moving cautiously so he wouldn't notice, you slipped a hand inside and began pulling your panties down your legs. Not like you needed them, they were practically drenched already.
Casually walking in front of Jongho, you pretended to be on your phone and 'accidentally' drop it. Bending down, you made sure your skirt rode up enough for him to notice you weren't wearing underwear. That is if he had even looked over at you. Glancing back, you caught your boyfriend's eyes, which were staring at you in disbelief.
"Guess it worked." You chuckled inwardly.
Putting the weights down, Jongho took off his earbuds and walked over to you. His fingers glided down to your skirt.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" He whispered, lips ghosting over your earlobe.
Sucking in a breath, you whined at him.
"I want you to pay attention to me."
Chuckling softly, he pressed your body to the wall, hands going to the back of your thighs and lifting you up effortlessly.
"Well then. Wanna help me out? Let's see how long I can lift you in and out of my cock."
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Okay so pro hero kiri has this big fat crush on his co worker! Reader who unintentionally rejecting his moves on her because she is so shy and awkward but slowly she shown some signs that she is into him so he changes tactics and acts more romantic which adds bonus points once he sees her blush when she reads the note attached to a deep red rose! fast forward to a couple of months of pinning and he is getting very frustrated especially with her enticing soft curves of her body so (1/2) đ anon
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(Warnings - stalking, Somnophilia, dubcon, NSFW, unsafe sex, blood from a bite wound but itâs very brief lol)
Youâre a little paper pusher at his agency, you barely even interact with the big man, but he always makes time to swing by your desk and chat for a bit before he heads home.
Unfortunately, youâre about as smooth as a piece of burnt toast. His casual flirting goes right over your head, and you keep rejecting his advances and itâs so fucking frustrating. Canât you see how hard heâs fallen for you? Kiri doesnât understand why you look away whenever he bends down to rest his elbows on your desk, giving you the perfect view down his shirt to see his fat pecs (the man knows heâs got a bangingâ body okay). He doesnât get why you shy away from his touch when he tries to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
Kirishima canât comprehend why you always turn him down when he mentions going out with you and some other co-workers (to make you feel more at-ease, he knows he can be intimidating) for drinks or a bite to eat.
Heâs stressed - the man really wants to get to know you, but itâs like youâre completely oblivious to his intentions. Heâs pretty sure you just see him as a goofy extroverted coworker that loves people. After all, he does stop and say hi to several other people every day as he makes his way over to your desk.
So Kirishima decides to up his game. Starts making his feelings obvious. He gets more touchy, perching on your desk to reach and rub your shoulders, laughing at your jokes and (gently) smacking a hand against your leg like a giggly schoolgirl. He talks about his workout routine and asks you if you think his muscles have been getting bigger. Could you check? Just with a hand around his bicep of course.
He buys a few gifts here and there; a cup of coffee for you with his number on the lid, a new pen when he noticed your favorite one broke, cute socks because heâs seen you wearing cute ones before, and he saw them and thought of you.
Each and every gift is accepted with the biggest blush heâs ever seen. You turn beet red, flush stretching down your neck and disappearing underneath your shirt. Kirishima chides himself for wanting to see how far the flush went, for wanting to rip off your shirt and bend you over right here and now.
But he didnât like you just for your body, and he was willing to wait.Â
Kirishima feels emboldened by the success of his other gifts, so he decides to write out his feeling in a note, get you a bunch of flowers, and present them to you Friday night. That way, youâd have time to think things over and process your own feelings before you saw Kiri again on Monday. To him, it seemed like the perfect plan.
And god, you were so cute when he gave you the flowers, he wanted to kiss you on the nose and then taste your lips, right then and there.Â
But he didnât.
He gave you a soft pat on the back before walking away. He was around the corner before he heard you gasp, which immediately made him backtrack and peek his head out so he could see you. Was it a good gasp? Or a bad gasp?
You had a little smile on your face, eyes twinkling as you read the note.
Kirishima pumped his fist, heart soaring. He finally got through to you.
Except he hadnât.
On Monday, you didnât say anything to him, hardly even looked at him. When he came by your desk to ask what you thought of the note, all he got was a fierce blush and mumbled sentences, before you bolted off to the bathroom.
Itâs like he was back at square one.Â
It made Kirishima feel... inadequate. His old middle-school insecurities came creeping back into his life. Was he not good enough? Was he just too boring and dull and you didnât know how to tell him without hurting his feelings? What was wrong with him?
But he was an adult now, he could handle rejection.
The thing is, you werenât rejecting him.Â
You baked him cookies, dropping them off in his office while he was out, but they had your name on them and the most adorable little note, and Kirishimaâs heart almost exploded. Plus, they tasted delicious.Â
He got a text from you one night, a cute picture of a spiky red dog and a âthis reminded me of you... Sleep well! <3âł and he spent the rest of the night imagining your wedding.
You kept showing signs that you were interested, yet you wouldnât even look at him in person. Kirishima concluded that you were just too shy.
That was okay. He realized that the more time he gave you, the more you opened up to him. Maybe in a few months, the two of you could go on a date or something!
In the meantime, the man liked to check up on you, make sure you were safe. He was invested in you now, subtly following you home some nights to make sure nobody looked at you wrong.
He broke into your apartment quite often, but it was entirely justifiable! He wasnât being a creep (okay, well, maybe just a little), he was just being a good friend, a good coworker. He had to make sure everything was safe, that no one could get in (other than him), that you hadnât left a candle burning or the stove going.Â
You slept like a rock, staying asleep even when Kirishima accidentally knocked a cup off your counter and broke it. To his surprise, there was no awakening, no screaming, yelling for him to get out or that he was a weirdo. Just you, snoring in your bed, a tiny bit of drool at the side of your mouth.
It was such a domestic scene, it warmed Kiriâs heart.
Sometimes the man liked to slip into bed beside you, frame creaking under his weight. It was a tight squeeze-he was a large man and your bed was made for one (1) person, but Kirishima didnât mind. It just meant he got to press close to you, feel the warmth of your smaller body, hear your quite little huffs and snores and mumbles as you slept.Â
He let himself relax, sink into the mattress. The next time he crawled into your bed, he let himself wrap an arm around you. The time after that, Kirishima felt brave enough to scooch under the covers, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he found that your pajamas consisted of a giant shirt and panties.
Bare legs.
Glad that he wasnât a teenager anymore, he didnât have to worry about cumming in his pants. Still, he found himself leaving your apartment with a chubbed-up cock more often than not.
You were just so soft. He wanted to touch all of you, to lick all over and get your plush flesh in-between his teeth. He wanted to bite into your shoulders as he fucked you into the mattress, pumping you with load after load of cum, until your stomach was swollen and you cried because you felt sick.
But Kirishima also wanted to hold you close, take showers together and wash your hair for you, make coffee in the morning and talk about last nightâs episode of âChoppedâ. He wanted to give you sappy smooches before getting to work, make you laugh with goofy jokes and give you hugs, pick you up and twirl you around whenever he saw you after being apart, no matter if it were days or minutes.
The nasty, dirty thoughts warred with the soft, gentle ones. Sometimes they mixed, Kirishima daydreaming of sweet, romantic sex.Â
He just wanted you so bad.
One night, heâs crawled into bed with you like usual, rubbing a sock-clad foot over your bare legs, pressing chaste little kisses to the top of your head as he draws you into his arms. It was nigh impossible to wake you, so he felt no fear or apprehension in taking such bold actions.
Shuffling in your sleep, you throw a leg over his hip, snuggling deeper into the solid warmth that is his body. Kiri sighs, contented.
And then you start making noises.
Little huffs of breath, tiny whimpers, and when Kirishima looks down, your eyebrows are drawn up. You twitch against him, against the thick thigh that you had slung your leg over, and then repeat the motion.Â
Youâre.... Youâre having a wet dream.
Kirishima lets out a shaky breath, trying to focus so he doesnât crush your arm with his excited grip. Youâre rutting against him steadily now, dragging your damp cunt against his leg, sighing at the friction, lips parted.Â
His cock is rapidly hardening, and he wants to rub himself against your stomach, feel the cling of his shirt as he rucks it up with his rhythmic humping. But he doesnât.
Heâs a gentleman, he wouldnât take advantage of you like that. Youâre just having an unconscious reaction to a man being in your bed. Maybe further down the road, when heâs taken you on many romance-filled dates, then he can lay you down and whisper into your ear how much he loves you while the two of you make love.
The man is so taken with that fantasy that he almost misses the gentle gasp of a name falling from your lips.
But he didnât, because it was his name.
A shiver ran through him; excitement? fear of you waking up? He didnât know. When he checked your face, you were still asleep, letting out those little whimpers and moaning his name quietly.
God was real.
God was real, and he had made angels, and you were one of them.Â
And lord forgive him, because Kirishima was about to sin.
How could he hold himself back? You were humping his leg, moaning his name and panting, in your sleep. You wanted him, you were just too shy to initiate or accept Kiriâs advances.Â
Theres no way heâs holding himself back.
Covers are thrown off, Kirishima quickly detaching from you (oh how he missed your warmth immediately) to shuck off his clothes, almost falling on his face as he ripped off his socks.Â
Then heâs looming over you, quickly pulling up your shirt, lifting your head gently, guiding your arms out. Your panties came off next, slid down your legs with shaky, excited hands.
Kirishima wanted to worship you. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, laid there on the bed, whining in your sleep for him, thighs rubbing together. He felt himself salivating, jaw itching to open and clamp down, to eat you whole. He wanted all of you.
Climbing back on the bed, Kiri pumped his cock a few times, precum flowing from the tip helping to smooth the way. He was going to fuck you now.Â
No preamble, the man just spread your legs, settling between them. A quick rub of your pussy with his fingers had him finding it already drenched, and he groaned quietly, the hand around his cock moving faster.Â
He shifted back slightly, only far enough to lift your legs, pressing your thighs up and back towards your chest. Your breathing changed slightly, but Kirishima wasnât paying attention to that now. He didnât care if you woke up now, you had just been dreaming about him. He was your wet dream come true, youâd surely appreciate how good he was about to make you feel.
Lining up was a bit more difficult than Kirishima was used to - heâd never been this excited to fuck someone in his life, hands trembling, heart beating out of his chest, sweat slicking his skin. But then the tip of his fat cock slipped inside, stretching you open, and all was right in the world for Kirishima.
He wanted to slam home, to push and push until he was balls deep and his tip was kissing your cervix. But he held himself back - he hadnât stretched you, and he didnât like the idea of hurting you in that way, he wanted your first time with him to feel good.
So he went slow, pushing inside an inch, waiting. Pushing another inch, then waiting. Waiting waiting waiting, he almost couldnât rein in his desires. But he did, for you.
âKiri?â You mumbled, eyes fluttering open. Kirishima wasnât expecting you to speak so clearly, hips jumping forward, seating himself the rest of the way inside your heavenly warmth as the man swore.
âKiri?â Clearer now, with a hint of panic. Kirishima looked up, and you were fully awake now, looking at the man with wide eyes.
âHey baby.â He whispered, smiling gently. Your hands rose, one resting against his bicep, the other settling on his chest, and he shivered at your touch, at the feel of your tiny little hands on his flesh.Â
âWhatâs-? When did you....?â It was so cute, the confused scrunch of your face. You were still fighting the mist of sleep, blinking owlishly up at the man on top of you. Fear hadnât kicked in, although it was simmering underneath the surface.
âHey, shhh. Donât worry, Iâm here. Gonna make you feel the best, youâre my pretty little girl, know that? Iâve been waiting so long for you.â He whispered, swooping down for a gentle kiss.
You didnât fight him, just accepted the lips pressing against yours with confusion. It probably felt like you were still in a dream, hazy and relaxed.
Kirishima couldnât wait anymore, his cock was throbbing, your insides were molten and he felt like he was going to explode. He wanted, no, needed to move.
His first thrust was small, just a quick schlick out, and the same noise when he pushed back in. You were sopping wet, and the slide made it easy for him to move. Even more proof that you wanted this.Â
You gasped, eyes fluttering closed as you pulled away from the kiss. Kiri huffed out a joyful, breathless laugh as he thrusted again, sparks of pleasure lighting up in his gut.Â
âMm, Kiri wait-â You moaned, nails digging into his bicep and chest. Kirishima ignored you, speeding up, trying to angle his hips to find your sweet spot. One of his hands held your hip, the other brushing your hair out of your eyes as he cooed at you. âPretty baby, my beautiful girl. Youâre making me feel amazing, love you so much. Feeling good? I can feel you trying to milk my cock. You want my cum?â
Dazed, assaulted by so many sensations straight out of sleep, you couldnât exactly grasp what was going on. But Kirishimaâs question snapped you fully awake, and you squirmed against his body. âNo, no, donât do that.â You mumbled.
âShh, shh, youâre okay. Iâm gonna pump you nice and full, youâll feel all warm and round. Look so cute like this.â He grunted, going harder and harder with his hips.
Then he angled just right, striking your sweet spot, and you cried out in pleasure, bucking your hips involuntarily. âMm, there we go. Feels good, doesnât it honey?â
It was a rhetorical question - you were too busy writhing on Kirishimaâs cock to answer, one of his hands pressing flat over your stomach to feel the subtle bulge of his cock as he fucked into your guts.
âOh Kiri! Wait, Iâm not-! Wait!â You whimpered, steadily reaching your orgasm. You didnât want to cum, you needed to slow down and gather your wits, figure out what was happening and why Kirishima was here and when this had started and-
Kiri pulled out, quickly manhandling you as if you weighed nothing. He was so strong, it was easy for him to flip you onto your stomach, pulling you to your hands and knees.Â
âGonna fuck you full. Youâre gonna take all of my cum, gonna get bred like a good girl, my good girl.â His teeth were clenched as he slid back home, hissing as your wet heat welcomed him. You whined at the pleasurable sensation, unable to stop your hips from fucking back, trying to take more of his cock.Â
âOhhh, fuck yeah, look at you. Knew you wanted this, wanted me. Youâre so perfect, taking my cock so well. You like having my fat cock filling you up? Messing up your insides? Making you all wet and sloppy?â
His hand found its way to your clit, the area already wet from the copious amounts of slick and precum the two of you had produced. Kiri quickly began rubbing large circles over your button, thumb big and calloused and oh so good.
Kirishimaâs other hand grabbed at your chest, attaching to your tit and pawing at you. He was quickly devolving into a feral man, animalistic in the way he fucked you, thrusts harsh and fast and too much but hitting you just right-
You cried out as you came, convulsing in the manâs arms at the strength of the orgasm he ripped from your body.
He didnât take a second, spurred on by your orgams and the tightening of your cunt, and instinctively bit down on your shoulder, almost growling as he pounded into you.
âFuck, fuck! Kiri ouch, fuck!â You yelped, his sharp teeth breaking skin.
The man paid you no heed, rabbiting his hips until he started to cum, his hot seed flowing into your pussy. His hips kept going, twitching as they slowed down until they stopped completely, both of you absolutely spent.
Nothing but the sounds of panting filled the air, and Kirishima finally unhooked his teeth from your shoulder, wincing at the stream of blood the started to roll down your back.
âOh, baby mâsorry.â He mumbled, a bit drunk off the pleasure still coursing through his veins. Â You collapsed forward, his arms no longer holding you up.Â
Kirishima didnât pull out as he laid down next to you, keeping your hips firmly cemented to his own so that none of his cum would escape, pulling you close to his body in the process. âPretty baby, I love you. Thank you.â
It was just a dream, it had to be. You were left with no choice but to console yourself with that thought, unable (and unwilling) to think of any other possibilities.Â
A wet tongue lapped at your back, Kirishima licking up the blood from the wound he inflicted. âIâll be more gentle next time, I can be good with my teeth, I promise.â
You ignored him, letting your exhausted self flicker between awake and asleep, confused, disoriented, overwhelmed.Â
What did he mean by ânext timeâ?
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Lay All Your Love on Me (Chapter 7) (Part 1)
Paring: Soft Dark Alpha Lee Bodecker x Female Omega Reader
Summary: After moving to Knockemstiff, Ohio with your troubled parents, you find solace in the local Seven-Eleven. There, you bump into the Alpha sheriff, Lee Bodecker.
And then you keep bumping into him. There's just something about the chubby Alpha that keeps drawing you in. Now there's something going on with the new preacher of the church that you attend. Everything's a mess.
But you're an unbonded Omega. Life can turn to shit anyway.
Chapter Warnings: This chapter opens with Lenora's post-rape. Mentions of sexual coercion, as well as cheating from Preston's end. Unplanned pregnancy via rape is mentioned here too. Mentions of serial killers, and Carl just being downright creepy. Anger issues from the Reader, as well as gun violence and death threats. There's also another character death in here, so we're keeping count of the body count, lol. Some possessive behavior from Alpha Daddy. I've been writing him as soft!dark, but in this chapter and the next one, he's gonna be full-on dark. Maybe a tiny smidge of fatphobia in this one? Like a small smidge. A blink and you'll miss type of smidge. Just to cover all of my bases.
Additional Notes: I am so, so sorry for how long it took for me to update this on Tumblr. I usually update this fic on my AO3 first before I update it on here. But, since I split this chapter into two, it took longer than I thought. So this will just be part one, and part two should follow quickly!
Please read the chapter warnings before continuing with this chapter, as this chapter and the following chapter will have some disturbing themes. I want this to be a safe space for everyone. And, if you're a minor, please do not interact. Thank you!
I also have a series taglist for this series now, so if you'd like to be added to just the series taglist, let me know!
Word Count: 3, 370
Two days before your annual visit... with Lenora in the afternoon
Lenora Laferty was crouched over the toilet seat in the girlâs bathroom, vomiting her guts out.
Sick.
She had been feeling sick for the past week.
She didnât know what had caused this. Lenora had woken up every single morning for the past week with an urge to puke her guts out.
Emma and Arvin had been getting used to the sounds of puking in the morning.
It was becoming alarming.
Emma was fully ready to ask if she had been frolicking around with an Alpha.
But she hadnât, because she had gotten so busy.
Later though, she would ask.
Now, now though, Lenora continued to puke her guts out.
Her Omega had been very vocal this past week. Screeching. Throwing a fit. Screaming and shouting at her, due to the changes coming in her body.
She hadnât wanted this.
She had wanted none of this.
Lenoraâs Omega had screamed and shouted when Lenora had entered Prestonâs car. Her screaming had become louder when the disgusting Alpha, (married too, she should add), kissed her. She had thanked some fucking being up there when Lenora had pulled away, stammering and saying that he was married.
Oh. And he was married, did Lenoraâs Omega mention that?
Yeah.
Mhmm.
The Preacher was married.
He had a bite mark on his neck.
Preston Teagardin had an Omega for a wife. No pups, though. From what the church gossip said, he only got an Omega because Omegas were easier to control. His Omega wife had been a young, defenseless thing. It was horrible, what Preston Teagardin did behind her back. He had raped a young Omega who had just presented in his car, and who was currently vomiting her guts out in her school bathroom.
Lenoraâs Omega remembered how much she had pleaded, begged him to stop whatever he was doing to her because she was currently sweating so much. Beads of sweat rolling down her temples as her Heat made her scent riper. Lenora had remembered saying, pleading, crying out so many noâs. She had pleaded with the Preacher that all she wanted was to make the pain go away. All she wanted was the pain to go away.
âIâll help take the pain away,â  he had told her.
What he had done to her had been way worse.
Lenora had been pleading, nay, begging him no. No, no, no, no, no. All she wanted was some toys to help her out. Sheâd take them and go back to the Russell household to due with her Heat herself. Her pleading had turned desperate when she saw his wedding ring on his hand. She knew he was married. He knew he was married. It was a sin. Why was he doing this? To her? All she had wanted was for him to leave her alone. To stop looking at her, sniffing at her like she was something he could eat. Like a predator in the shadows, waiting to pounce on their prey.
And he had.
Oh yes, he had.
Lenora had remembered screaming until he had put a hand across her mouth. Flipped her over onto her stomach. Her Omega had been so busy screaming and throwing a fit in her mind that she didnât register him pulling her dress up, yanking down her underwear, where she had slapped on a thick Slick Pad.
âNo,â  She had been begging again, âPlease Preacher- youâre⌠youâre married. This ainât right.â
âItâs okay. No one has to know.â
There was a moment of hesitation.
Preston had taken that slight beat of silence as a yes.
Lenora had screamed again.
The brunette, young Omega had lifted up her head from the toilet bowl. The urge to vomit was still there.
Never had she ever felt this sick.
He had violated her body. Taken a piece of her that she could never get back.
Now, Lenoraâs Omega was fully convinced, that she was pregnant with this fuckerâs pup.
Lenora could feel the bile rise up to her throat again. She vomited into the bowl again.
Her scent of cherries and vanilla was burning. Making her eyes water.
Not to mention her Omega was throwing the biggest hissy fit known to man.
Her Omega wanted blood.
She wanted justice.
But nowâŚ
Now...
Everything had gone wrong.
Everything had been utterly ruined.
At the same time in Knockemstiff with you and Lee...
Carl was staring at you.
Actually, he had been interested in you ever since he came here.
Why would his brother-in-law be with someone like you?
It perked his interest.
So he watched you.
All the while your eyes were completely focused on the TV.
When Carl had been young, he never really stood out in crowds. He was always awkward. He discovered a love for photography when he had been young. He had been the only Beta in his family. His father had been an Alpha, his mother an Omega, his sister an Omega, and his brother an Alpha. His parents had always favored his brother over him, even though he had been the eldest.
With all the things at home⌠he never felt any happiness.
Photography slowly became his comfort.
The first time he had killed someone was when he had been in his early twenties. A simple knife through the neck incident.
It had also been his first picture.
Carl⌠Carl couldnât begin to explain the euphoria that had run through him then.
Like a switch had flipped.
He had found his calling.
His true calling.
And when he had married Sandy, he had made it his lifeâs work.
Every murder, every picture⌠it was like a piece of heaven. Like Carl was close to those pearly white gates. Almost as if he was being baptized and made holy.
The Beta man had always used his Omega wife as bait to lure in his victims. Omegas had naturally sweeter scents. Easier to lure in prey. Carl never had an issue with his wife getting all of the men. Alphas or Betas. He knew male Omegas didnât exist. Just like female Alphas. So, he didnât mind that his Omega wife did the bulk of the work.
Until now.
Knowing how good Omegas smelled, it didnât surprise him by how good you smelled either.
But you?
You smelled really, really, really good.
Even better than Sandy.
You smelled like chocolate chip cookies. Freshly baked. As if he had just pulled them out of the oven.
And your gland.
There was Leeâs bite mark on your neck. Showing the entire county who was your Alpha. Who you belonged to. Carl had noticed Leeâs bite on his gland from you looked to be there longer. Almost like you had bitten him first.
How peculiar.
In your society of Alphas, Omegas, and Betas, it was very unusual for Omegas to bite first. The majority of the time, it was Alphas who bit first. Omegas who bit first were considered unnatural. Unheard. Just like female Alphas or male Omegas. Not only that, it was considered taboo for Omegas to bite first.
So why the hell did Lee allow you, a normal, boring Omega to bite first?
It puzzled him.
For the first time in his life, he didnât want to murder you.
For the first time in his life, he was jealous of his wife.
His wife always got her boy toys, why couldnât he get his own babydoll for once?
Why not be greedy and have his own turn this time?
He inched closer to you. Scooted over just a bit. It made you stop.
You did not trust Carl.
Not one bit.
No.
Nope.
Nada.
Your eyes were narrowed. From where you were seated in the living room, you could still feel his stare. You were sitting on the couch. The furthest away from the Beta.
Oh no.
You were not going to sit next to him. Sandy, maybe. But Carl?
Absolutely not.
You were not sitting next to that man. That damn Beta smelled like rotten cabbage soup. Youâd rather die than sit next to him.
The TV was still playing. Playing something. Maybe a sitcom? You didnât know. Maybe it was I Love Lucy.
You had never wanted to flee from a room faster in your life. Sandy was with Lee, and you heard some conversation as they had walked through the front door. Because of their shopping trip. Bags full of groceries. You had seen Lee smile at his younger sister and laugh, his tummy shaking. It had made you smile. Having his sister here with his Omega, his Bondmate⌠it was good for him. Very good. He had been happier than ever.
Your mother was next door. Talking to the neighbors. You suspected she just wanted to play nice.
But you were not going to play nice with this Beta.
No.
Never.
You were not.
You would not be nice to this man. You could fake a smile and pretend to be nice, but the next time you would see him, you were going to grab your shotgun that Lee pretended you didnât have under your bed and chase him around the house with it.
Just in case.
Although your mood was a bit better, considering tomorrow, you and your mother would be going to visit Lenora and Arvin. You missed them. You hadnât called them in weeks.
Sandy and Lee were still unpacking the food when you had gotten up stiffly, not even sparing a look towards Carl.
Lee saw you walking into the kitchen.
His smile dropped at the sight of the sour look on your face.
Sandy watched as you grabbed the phone and spun the dial.
Spin. Spin. Spin.
Spin. Spin. Spin.
Putting the phone near your ear, you waited.
There was a shuffling noise on the other line before you heard a familiar voice.
âHello? Who is this?â
âEmma? Itâs me.â
âOh! Hello dear. Arvinâs here, would you like to talk to him?â Emmaâs voice trailed off. âUh-huh,â you were nodding, your voice low, âIâd like to talk to him.â
Him? Who was him?
Lee and Sandy stopped with the groceries.
There was a shuffling noise again and you heard her shout.
âArvin! Get over here! Someoneâs on the phone wantinâ ya!â
Lee froze.
His jaw clenched.
â⌠Hey! Why havenât you been callinâ the house? Lenora presented!â came Arvinâs voice from the other line.
You blinked.
Clearly taken aback.
âO-OhâŚâ More blinking, âLenora presented? Whatâd she present as? Omega? Beta?â
Sandy Henderson felt her world stop. Or freeze. Like one of those record scratches on a sitcom before the episode would rewind back to its proper place.
All of a sudden, she remembered Roy Lafertyâs words before he died.
Lenora. Her name is Lenora. Sheâs my daughter.
â⌠Yeah, but sheâs been actinâ real funny lately. Ya think you could talk to her when you and your Ma come to see us?â Arvinâs voice from the other line brought both Sandy and Lee back.
You were nodding.
âI mean, Omega to Omega. I love her and all, sheâs my little sister, but I ainât an Omega, ya know?â Arvin said.
âMhmmmm⌠I get itâŚ. Yeah⌠Iâll talk to her when we get there⌠uh-huh⌠I miss you too⌠uh-huh⌠yeah⌠yes⌠Iâm on my best behavior Arvin⌠no Iâm not causinâ no trouble⌠I ainât like you and your angry ass⌠naw⌠naw⌠shut up and smoke ya damn square Russell⌠mhmmm⌠yeah⌠got someone that Iâd like you to meet one of these days Arvin⌠heâs my Alpha⌠love him so muchâŚâ
Sandy saw the corners of Leeâs lips curl up into a smile at that.
He was in love.
Her Big Brother was in love. She watched him come from behind you, walking towards you and gently put his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you back towards him. She could see him bend his head down a little and rub his nose against your gland, making you giggle and squeal. Sandy saw you, watched as a smile came over your face. Your entire face lit up as you looked at your Alpha, who was deeply chuckling at your response.
There was an aching in her heart. Watching you and Lee interact was what she had wanted with Carl. A normal, loving husband. And she had that in the first few years of her marriage. Sandy had almost felt like a princess with her prince charming. Carl had been so charming.
And then the murders started happening.
Sandy had vomited the night before they had driven up to her Big Brotherâs house. First, she had taken a shower and cried in it before she had actually vomited, puked her guts out into the toilet.
She had never suspected, nor expected her life to turn out like this.
She had never thought one day that she would be marrying a fucking serial killer.
No. Never.
â⌠Okay! Okay, yes! Okay. Bye.â
You hung up gleefully. Turning to Lee, you saw him looking so amused.
âYa gotta stop doinâ that Lee, youâre too distractinâ,â you scolded him playfully. Clearly amused, âOh really?â Your Alpha even had his eyebrow cocked and everything. âMe? Distracting? Never sugar. Iâm a good Bondmate. I always give my babydoll the space she needs.â He defended himself playfully. You just rolled your eyes. Looking at your sister-in-law, you spoke.
âWas he always like this growinâ up?â you questioned her. Sandy snorted. âEven worse,â she said solemnly with a nod. Lee just pouted.
âGanginâ up on me. My little sister and my Omega. Iâll never forgive you two for this.â
Giggles filled the kitchen as you and Sandy snickered.
âWhatâre you makinâ for lunch?â
Just like that, the entire mood had shifted.
Lee had noticed you had tensed up from where you were in his arms.
Your Omega was alarmed.
Beta.
Smelly Beta is here.
Nasty Beta.
Like the church incident where you had seen the Preacher, you stiffened up. It was like you and your Omega had become one. Like you knew what the other person was thinking. In perfect sync.
Lee made eye contact with Sandy.
And then his gaze came over to his brother-in-law.
Carl was looking at you.
Lee was reminded of those leery looks other Alphas used to give his sister when they used to be young pups. Leery, predatory looks. Almost like his younger sister was something to be eaten.
Like now.
â⌠Lee and I bought some tomatoes. We might just make tomato soup with grilled cheese.â shrugged Sandy.
Sandy spoke your name.
You blinked.
âLee was tellinâ me bout that book you were readinâ⌠I havenât been to the library in a while. You wanna go? After lunch?â
At her suggestion, you slowly nodded. Like you were coming out of a fog.
âYeah⌠yeah⌠sounds great. Gonna go down to the Seven-Eleven, D-Lee, you want your usual?â
You had nearly slipped up.
âYeah,â Lee said, his eyes still trained on Carl, âYeah, that sounds good, Omega.â
âOkay.â
He pressed a kiss on the top of your head. His keys clinked together as he slipped the keys to his cruiser into your pocket. Happily humming, you said to Sandy, âLemme get my heels on. Then we can go. Lee, ya left ya Pepsi cup in the car again⌠can you bring it inside to wash it?â
Nods came from your Alpha. A happy hum came from you. Maybe even a smile. Mood temporarily raised, you made your way into Leeâs room to grab your shoes.
Lee was now looking at you as you bounced down the hallway, the mere thought of slushies always putting you in a happier mood. Blue eyes continued to watch you and Sandy, watching intensely as the two of you walked to his cruiser. He saw you say something to his sister before rolling your eyes.
It was when he realized why you were rolling your eyes.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Never had Lee spud to you so fast.
You were already rolling your eyes again.
âLee,â you were saying, âdid ya forgot?â You made hand gestures to the cup that was still in the car. The chubby Alpha cursed under his breath and accepted the cup from you. Cup now in his hands. Even knowing that the two of you did indeed have an audience. He couldnât help himself. His arms went around you, making the familiar scent of your Alpha waft into your nose. It made your Omega sigh in content. And then, and then when he dipped his head down, his tongue licking, pressing down on your gland, scenting you, reminding everyone in this godforsaken county who the hell you belonged to, you melted.
Sandyâs eyes were watering. Due to the intense phenomenons, her Big Brother was giving off. Eventually, Lee lifted his head up. His eyes were dark. That dark, deep, possessive feeling all wedged and shoved down part of him satisfied.
At least for now.
Now, now, he could look down at you. Down at the mating gland that showed his bite.
âIâll get you your usual. Cherry?â
âYes.â
A thrill ran down your spine.
âOkay. Weâll be back-â
The sounds of the car opening and closing were heard.
âCâmon!â came Sandyâs shout from the passengerâs seat, âWe gotta still come back to make lunch!â
You turned back to look at Lee.
âGo, Omega.â He told you. With one last kiss on the top of your head, you waved at your Alpha before getting into the driverâs seat.
Only after watching you drive off with his sister to the Seven-Eleven did Lee walk back inside, Pepsi cup gripped in his hand.
And when the door closed behind him, it was too late.
Lee Bodecker had been too quick for the brunet Beta man. A pudgy hand came to wrap around Carl's throat, and the man was shoved back. Right up against the wall. His small brown eyes widening in fear.
The first time Carl had met Lee, he had snickered to himself, looking at the Alpha who was his girlfriendâs older brother.
Lee had long made peace with himself, that he didnât look like every other Alpha he knew. Or had known in his youth.
He knew he had rolls. He knew his tummy stuck out and jiggled. That his face was chubbier and less chiseled than it had been when he was younger. He saw those stretch marks on his stomach, on his thighs that used to be red, but were now faded and looked like lightning bolts etched onto his pale, milky skin.
Lee had given no shits, that everyone probably thought of him as the fat Alpha. His body type did not bother him in the slightest. Nor did it bother you. In fact, whenever the two of you were in his bed together, you had always cuddled up to him. Soft, sweet little murmurs and mumbles about how squishy he felt around you, how he kept you so warm. The way heâd wrap his big, strong arms around you, keeping you feeling so safe and warm. Like a warm blanket.
Carl Henderson did not know this Lee.
Nor was he used to it.
This Lee⌠his part of his brother-in-law that Lee kept so deeply buried⌠this piece of darkness which bubbled to the surface.
Carl wasnât used to his.
Leeâs blue eyes were pure black. He looked almost like he was in a Rut. His scent of chocolate bourbon burned, making Carl have a headache.
The Alpha didnât even need to try to pick him up.
There was a slamming noise.
âSheâs mine.â
Leeâs Alpha was seething.
âYou donât look at her. You donât talk to her. You donât sit next to her.â
Carlâs nose was burning. He coughed. His eyes watered.
Leeâs expression on his face looked downright murderous.
âIf I see or hear you harmed a fuckinâ hair on her head, I will fuckin' kill you.â
The burning urge to just put a fucking bullet through Carl's head came, rushed through him again.
His mind was completely made up.
Carl needed to die.
Carl was going to die tonight.
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What's Wrong With Secretary Park?!
Synopsis⢠If balancing work and a stubborn ex-husband isn't hard enough, Let's add the bossâs seven sons falling head over heels for her to mix.
Category's⢠Romcon, Comedy, Office Au.
Duos⢠BTS X Reader
A spin-off of the original series â What's Wrong With Secretary Kimâ Bangtan Edition! Starring the Handsome, Seo-Joon Park as the Ex husband.
There will be more parts but I didnât want the title to be to long.
EP. One Two
â Mrs. Park, Good Morning!â
âMrs. Park, What does my schedule look like today?â
âMrs. Park, Your coffee keeps me alive.â
In case you havenât noticed, Park Yn, Iâm the secretary to Jeon Sung-ho, the CEO of Dnd Parmatech, 85 percent of the time, newly build hospitals or centers use our funds as kickstarts. Daily I make schedules, appointments, filing documents, answering calls, and blah blah blah.
Is it boring? Yes, I know. However, quite refreshing coming from my hectic marriage. Once upon a time, I was wedded to the marvelous actor Park Seo-Joon for three years. I sat in the limelight and even had the privilege to play the part of his wife in movies. Sigh. Although the attention and riches were grand, no amount of expensive counseling could save our marriage. We never saw eye to eye on anything, and his short temper wasnât helping.
Knowing my worth, I packed up and left without a doubt in my head. However, The documentation of our separation wasnât finalized due to a certain one refusing to sign off on the divorce agreement. So physically, Iâm still Mrs. Park but ainât no piece of paper telling who I belong too.
Whatever! I have too much to focus on already! Game on, Game on! First, I got to get these papers approved and signed by Mr. Jeon then-
Buzz Buzz Buzz!
Whoâs calling-
Speak of the devil. I could have sworn I deleted his contact a long time ago! â What Seo-Joon? Iâm busy-â
â When is this little temper tantrum going to end? Darling, I think you made your point.â
âMy point?! Listen here, You slimy son of-â Now, Now Yn calm down calm down donât let him get a rise out you that just what he wants. A quick exhale should do the trick. â Seo-Joon, I believe we reached an agreed on no type of communication unless it revolves around the settlement for the divorce.â
How is it possible I can physically see his snarky face?
Seo-Joon stretched out his list of complaints.â Itâs been over a year. I miss your kisses, soft skin, that cute birthmark on your-â
â You will not talk about such embarrassing things over the phone!â Thank goodness, Nobody was around to hear me shot like that.
âWhy is this divorce still an issue?!â There goes that temper again-How whinny can one man be? â If you donât stop this, I will take matters into my own hands.â
I laughed. â Ha, Seo-jerk, Iâm not scared of you! Do your worst because It doesnât matter if you drag me back home; it doesnât subside the problem being over our marriage.â I feel like a broken record at this point. â If this isnât about the papers, this conversation is over, Mr. Park; please refrain from calling me again, goodbye.â
He chuckled and mumbled something along the lines of, â Your cute acting cheeky like this.â The rest he continued louder â Those delicate hands of yours were made to indulge in the finest silk and satin I can obtain, not working nine to five at whatever job hired a housewife with zero work ethic. I just know I havenât touched your side of the room since that night- I love you, Mrs.Park, I always will.â
He hung up. You know, after he finished insulting my new lifestyle and calling me a useless housewife, the â I love youâ bit at the end sounds sincere, but he is an actor! Of course.
Hmph! Just because Iâm working for myself for one doesnât mean Iâm miserable. Iâm actually in love with my job, It pays well with benefits, and I sat on my butt all day. If that pompous little bedazzled turd thinks making me the butt of his jokes will get me back in his arms, he has another thing coming!
âUm, Mrs. Park?â
â What!â I snapped. â Oh, Hoseok, Iâm sorry!â I bowed my head; the poor thing nearly jumped out of his shoes.
Hoseok beamed his warm heart-shaped smile at me. â Oppa is having a family meeting today; I guess Iâm the first to show.â
I wasnât informed about a meeting today from Mr.Jeon, maybe because itâs a family affair.
âTada!â He cutely squeaks. A tasteful package breakfast alongside a tall cup of what I presume is a coffee from..â Thanks Natureâ!
âOh my- Hobi, this cafe is across town-â
âI overhead Oppa scolding you for skipping meals one day and Iâm here to do the same, donât skip meals or else We will be hurt if something happens to you.â Hoseok pointed at the pack. â Eat every bit.â
Hoseok displayed a small heart using his index finger and thumb, hopping off to his fatherâs double doors.
Mr. Jeon has seven sons in all. The man is a true saint; men like him and his sons are why I still believe not all men are dogs. After losing his wife to heart cancer, He just about went bankrupt, donating all he had to have found cures to multiple diseases hoping nobody else had to suffer his same heartbreak.
Love found him again in an orphanage just north of here, âSeoul Children Home.â His first son, Kim Seokjin, at the time Jin was already in his teenage years, making it difficult for him to find a family due to the high demand of couples wanting a single-digit child. His birth family mistreated him, but he was beaten everywhere except his face to keep his handsome appearance. The family decided to put his money-maker to fair use and attempted to sell him. Seokjin saw his opportunity and high-tailed, landing himself in the orphanage where he happily lends a helping hand every chance he got. He learned how to read, write, cook, clean, and even tend to the tots when the nuns were busy.
This is how he met his slightly younger brothers, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, and Kim Namjoon; when being chosen for adoption, Seokjin refused to live without his baby brothers by his side.
â Hello, Noona!â
Oh, Look just in time, â Hello, Youâre father is in his office.â
Namjoon eyed my edible gift from Hobi and raised his eyebrow as well as a question. â So this is why Hyung left so early in the morning for-and I hope youâre having a good morning, Noona.â
Iâm not older than them. Why do they call me Noona? Do I look old!?
â Yn, Good morning! How are you!â Jin greeted me with English this morning. He must have been practicing with Namjoon lately.
â Iâm Fine. Seokjin.â
âChu.â He blew a kiss my way. â Youâre not fine. Youâre amazeing.â
âAmazing.â Namjoon corrected for the sidelines.
âSame thing.â
âPronunciation is everything, Hyung.â
They stopped halfway from their dadâs office. Jin grinned. Wait, I know that smile; oh no, here comes a dad joke.
â Hey, Namjoon-You know the reason I took the elevator instead of the stairs?â
Namjoon sighed. â No, why?â
"I don't trust stairs. They're always up to something." Jin burst out laughing and clapped his hands.
I giggled not from the joke, but Jin has a contagious laugh.
âSee, Yn has good taste.â
A slow deep groan entered the office belonging to Yoongi, lagging. â I heard that terrible joke from the elevator.â Yoongi waved and leaned against my desk. â Good Morning.â
âGood Morning.â
There was an awkward pause before Yoongi tapped my desk and pointed to his dadâs office from walking that way.
âYoon-Yoongi!?â
He turned back towards me.
â I have something for you. I packed it up on the way here.â Getting off my butt, I walked up and gave him a bottle of his favorite black ice coffee. Ew. I donât know how he drinks it with no cream or sugar.
Yoongi smiled his gummy smile. â Thank you for thinking of me.â
âYouâre welcome.â And off he goes into the office as well.
Yoongi isnât the biggest fan of human interaction, but he put forth an endeavor towards me, whether itâs a light â Hi or Helloâ or the simplicity of a wave. I admire his gusto. Sidenote, Heâs so adorable-I know I know I shouldnât be gushing over my bossâs son, but his chubby cheeks and almond eyes melt my heart like butter on toast!
Ahem-I better get back to answering those emails and drink this beautiful cup of expensive mud before it gets lukewarm. Yummy, The delectable taste is a boost of serotonin! I really should get to work buuut Hobi did command me to get every last bit and technically he is my boss through some type of weird relative aspect. He is the boss.
Just in a moment of seconds, The breakfast and drink was trash. Something that good should be sinful. I feel terrible I should have saved some for the babies; they would have some, especially Jungkook.
The babies should be here any minute.
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Anonymous asked:
Hello! I like your blog and the little comments here and there makes me laugh at times hehe ^^ May I request headcanons for Vil, Leona, Mal, and Floyd reactions and what they'll do to reconcile w/ the reader after a very hearted argument to which Reader may have said "I hate you" before storming out. Would they wait for a bit? A few days or hours? Or would they be upfront with their apology immediately? Reader also apologizes at the end, crying slightly if that's okay. If you notice me, thanks!Â
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HC's with: Leona, Vil, Floyd, and Malleus.
Note: Ofc, I was late yet again. Pls forgive me dear sir... And ofc tumblr hates me so it won't cooperate! Drafts got deleted 3 times.... so if it somehow becomes inconsistent... I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE! STONE ME GENTLY! anyways, i hope you enjoy this, actually no, I beg that you enjoy this?! Idk lololololololololol.
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âI HATE YOU!â with bits of tears in your eyes, you slammed the door shut behind you leaving Leona dumbfounded all by himself.
You hate him?You hate him!?!? Is that like for real??? Heâll scratch the back of his head in shame of pushing things too far to the point you were in tears.
But what can he do? His pride caught the best of him and he acted rash in the heat of the moment. This prideful lion just doesnât know when to shut up smh.಼âżŕ˛Ľ
Heâll try to remember when did everything started to go wrong, but he'll just get more and more guilty the more he thinks about it.
âTchhhh... I messed up big time...â
It's not his style to give up easily, but his mind was set in a frenzy the moment he thinks about you leaving him.
A day without you started to become dull and boring the moment he grew fond of you. So it somehow became a habit of his to constantly seek you unconsciously. Whether it's a whiff of your scent, your voice ringing in the hallways, even the sound of your footsteps is something he could easily recognize.
But now that the two of you fought, this lion will find any way possible to avoid you seeing him.
Yeah... it will probably take a while for him to apologize...(ęŚŕş´âęŚŕşľ)
But when the time does come, expect Leona to prepare a simple yet sincere apology.
âOi herbivore... Sorry about the other day ok? I missed my pillow for a while now...I lose...â
Simple yet sincere :') The prideful arrogant lion somehow learned to apologize despite his ego way ahead of him. He can't stand the thought of loosing you ok? (・â˘Ě︿â˘Ě・)
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âVIL STOP IT! I hate this! I hate everything! I hate you!â you quickly ran away to the door as vil stood in his spot stupefied.
You hate him? You hate the Vil Schoenheit himself?Then so be it...
Vil is basically pissed and angryâ˘. Moreover, you had the guts and audacity to tell him you hate him. His pride was shattered in front of him. And he's not happy about that (ęŚŕş´âęŚŕşľ)
Nope. Nah. Never. He's not apologizing anytime sooner now. He'll be waiting for that spicy well deserved apology you have for him...
He'll try his best to avoid you and give you the sassy cold shoulder treatmentâ˘. It will probably last for a few days or maybe a week. He has his pride yâknow?
Not until he hears a muffled sob in the hallways and realized it was your voice. You looked visibly upset and sad as you cried your heart out, all alone in the empty hallways.
Oh no... What did he do? Was his nagging that bad? Did he take it too far with the makeovers? Guilt ate his soul away as he tried to sort out his thoughts with the clear image of your crying face embedded in his mind.
âOkay... Maybe I did take it a little too far...â
Making up his mind, Vil will try to make everything set for tomorrow and apologize to you to fix this feud  you both have. ( âšâ˝âš )
When classes are over and the two of you finally get to be alone, Vil will try to straighten this misunderstanding now! ( ęá´ę)
âHey Y/n I just want to tell you... I'm sorry.â âVil I'm so sorry for the other day!-â
The both of you stared at each other with shock... Did the both of you just say sorry at the same time?
âPfffttttt-â The both of you laugh from how hilarious this moment was. It felt as if the fight you had didn't happened at all. (äşş â˘Íá´â˘Í)
âY/n I'm sorry... I took it too far with what I do without asking your opinion first...â
âYeah... I'm sorry I lashed out at you too... That was petty...â
Vil will definitely make a million dollar once in a lifetime seen smile, so you better treasure this rare sight!!!(・â˘Ěá´-)â§
âNo more fighting, okay? â
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âFloyd I hate you!â you slammed your way out of the table, running away from Floyd.
Angering Floyd was not the brightest Idea in the book. His infamous âbad moodsâ was not something anyone would like to experience. But somehow, he was really pushy and annoying today and you were fed up with it.
âAhhhh~ Koebi-chan hates me now? what do I do?â
Thankfully, Floyd wasnât really angry, though he was sad and heart broken that his favorite person said they hated him.(âĽââŽâĽ)
Floyd is an impulsive boi, so he might secretly follow you to see your face or something lol.
Ofc, Knowing Floyd, heâd definitely skip classes and skip his job at the Mostro Lounge  due to his mood swings. Ofc, a certain octoboi wasnât really happy with this.
Azul will probs tell Jade to help out his brother or something, lol Azul be secretly worrying for the two of you loooool.
However, with the help of Jade, the mushroom eel himself, he can guide his brother to make up with you!!!
Thank god mushroom eel is here to save the day! ( ´âĄâżăâĄ`)
A fight with Floyd wonât really last long. Because Floyd being Floyd, heâll naturally come to you like nothing ever happened! Thatâs why you have to be patient and understanding when it comes to Floyd ok?
With the biggest hug from behind you. There was a cute eel boi that has come to ambush you with love!
âShrimppy! Donât avoid meeee! I miss you so much so hang out with me at the Mostro Lounge againnn!â
Floyd is not really good with his words nor his apologies. Though, his blunt and honest demeanor is definitely one of his charming points!!!! (ââ˝â)
âShrimpy! I have some takoyaki with me! letâs share them together ok?!â
Ugh, Floyd is too cute... It would be a capital sin to not forgive him and decline his offer! Tsk Iâm watching you, you better accept that apology!
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âMALLEUS I HATE YOU!â
Shock. Pure shock. You hate him? The last thing Malleus wants is to hurt your feelings. In his eyes, humans are delicate and vulnerable beings, so he tries his best to protect you and treat you with utter delicacy. Yet it seems as if he failed to do that...
Just before you slam the door behind you and escape this fight, a hand grabs your wrist in attempts to stop you. Nonetheless you still make your way out, leaving Malleus standing there alone.
Malleus was deeply hurt and sorry for making you sad and angry. His heart was shattered with the thought of you leaving him, someone who made their way this close to his heart, someone he cherishes deeply.
But this fight wont really last long because Malmal would definitely try and apologize as quickly as possible!(áËľâžËľá)
Malleus is the soft type of person and I feel like heâd give up easily if it was you lol.(・â˘Ě︿â˘Ě・)
Even if his apology was heard but not accepted, heâd gladly say his sorry no matter how much time and patience it will take, just for you to forgive him.ŕźŕşśâżŕźŕşś
Heâll try to give you and Hour or two to clear your mind, then heâll apologize!
Standing in front of your room, heâll knock lightly at the door in front of him... No answer... So youâre still mad huh?
Leaning his forehead at the door, Heâll try to talk to you in hope for you to come out of your room. But nahhh, no signs of you leaving your room soo (´°̼̼̼̼̼̼̼̼Ď°̼̼̼̼̼̼̼̼ď˝)
Heâll mutter apologies after another just in case you hear them :âD
âY/n Iâm sorry for hurting your feelings earlier... that was rash of me to say, so I truly apologize... I hope my feelings reach you.â
Hearing his voice, it would prolly sound as if heâs ready to cry any moment by now. Youâd be a monster if you donât forgive this fae cutie!!!(ââĐâ)â彥âťââť
When you finally come out of the door to see him. I bet you heâs moment away from his tear dripping down. ĂââŽĂ
âYouâre not mad now right? Then is it fine to ask if we eat some ice cream later?â
You bet that Malleus would give you the biggest  cheeriest grin in the entire world! oh the things you keep doing to him never surprises him. Pls dont leave this cinnamon roll or else-
That's it cuties! I need to sleep now- my classes are thriving, but I'm not!!!
God, school stuff are taking away my precious freedom and time for writing smh.
Oh god, I'm ranting again... What's new? AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Anyways, I need to woosh now and I hope you enjoyed this one!!!
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lesson learned
pairing: nerd!jaemin x reader
genre: smut / slight fluff
warnings: language, unprotected sex (stay safe!), riding, thigh riding, grinding, finger sucking, dirty talk, slight degradation
prompts: none
summary: tinted cheeks and sheepish glances mightâve been a delight to observe every time his eyes scanned intellectual phrases on books, but as your words reached dangerous levels, you realized not all is what it seems.
requested by anon.
word count: 2.5k
note: anonnie... I think I got carried away with this a lil bit, oops. I hope you enjoy this though, thank you for requesting! jaemin with glasses is superior oof
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Na Jaemin. Pink cheeks and flushed neck and ears, thin-rimmed glasses that rested peacefully on the bridge of the most perfect nose youâd seen, and his sharp eyes that appeared narrow and hooded as they scanned over way too complicated words that showed up unnecessarily in fiction books.
He wasnât the stereotypical nerd, in fact, he quite honestly debunked endless labels and beliefs that people like him had endured for years. Unlike portrayed in movies or anywhere else, Na Jaemin was impressingly handsome if you said so yourself. Masculine yet soft features adorned the smooth of his skin like a freshly painted artwork, facial structure built with a jawline that youâd mistake to be carved out by the gods themselves if you didnât know any better, and an overall physique that even the most athletic guys at college envied. How come the schoolâs certified nerd was also the biggest hottie? Pair that up with a well-mannered and gentle personalityâyou get the sweetest boy at heart.
Conservative and reserved most of the time, with his second home being the local library, Jaemin was almost always indulged in some sort of imaginary world. Although popular for his looks, nobody dared approach him, as everybody knew how much he overflowed with shyness, and even oftentimes unintentionally blocked out the social souls that made an effort to utter a word to him.
It didnât come as a surprise that his grades were also astronomically A+ class and more. There was no need for him to search with concern over universities and a promising education, because unlike you, they actually chased after him. On the other hand, though you did an okay job at even the most challenging subjects, it wasnât enough to you or to your demanding and irritable parents. Given that, your teacher thought that if you really wanted to improve, getting Jaemin assigned as a tutor seemed like a perfect idea.
Indeed; it was.
Somehow the smartest and quietest senior also turned out to be picky. His looks werenât the only thing he was popular forâhis constant declines on those who wished desperately for his help was too. To say you were shocked that he agreed to lend you a hand, was an understatement.
You officially met Jaemin on a Monday afternoon when the bell rang loudly throughout the empty halls and students escaped tiredly the dull classrooms as if they were prisons. Your calculus teacher called you and the boy over to her wooden, polished desk, where piles of papers that were filled with red marks stacked up. Jaemin carried himself gracefully at all times, dressed in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt with black shoes, you genuinely wondered how such a simple outfit suddenly looked expensive. Not only did his clothes seem to be put together, so did his life in general. He would never miss a day of college even if destiny wanted him to, and his schedule was so precise you felt like an absolute shame next to him.
âMr. Na Jaemin,â the teacher cleared her throat, hands twirling a red-inked pen between her fingers as she smiled at the boy standing next to you. âAt this point, I donât know why I bother with you anymore, you always seem to decline. But, I thought I should ask you if you were up to helping your fellow classmate over here. She surely has potential, but is clearly struggling.â
You shifted nervously on your feet, cheeks becoming a faint tint of rosy red as your teacher slid over your calculus test towards Jaemin. It read D+. Nearly the entirety of the front page was marked in red, multiple comments explaining why your answers were wrong and circles pointing out your hideous mistakes all for a genius to judge.
His eyes skimmed over your answers, a smile threatening to creep up on his pink lips at just how ridiculous and senseless your processes could get. âI see. Yeah, she seems to have an idea of the topics but probably gets confused easily.â
Ouch.
âWell, would you do me the favor of maybe tutoring her every week for, say, a month?â
He glanced down at you for a split second, gaze returning back to the test in his hands as fast as he had looked away from it. His words sounded direct, leaving his lips with security and firm knowledge; yet, you were sure you could feel his timidity from classrooms away.
âSure.â
Two weeks later, Jaemin had been tutoring you patiently, sharing his knowledge and tips as best as he could. You discovered, conversational skills and socializing definitely werenât Jaeminâs specialty, his words spilling from his lips in stumbles and stutters that sounded adorable nonetheless. Contrary to the way he spoke whenever you casually asked him something about himâwhether it be his personality, where heâs from, the things he enjoysâto the way his sentences flowed flawlessly whenever he was explaining how a math problem worked, was intriguing to you.
There was something about him that felt new, and mysterious. He was introverted, quite protective of his surroundings and himself; though, somehow the way his middle finger elegantly pushed his spectacles up a tiny bit, and the way his hand occasionally brushed with yours whenever he turned to a new page on your alarmingly huge calculus textbook was doing things to you.
âSo, Jaemin,â you interrupted him, his head rising up in question at your sudden intrusion, hand holding a pencil he had been using to point out esencial steps for Definite Integrals. The two of you were currently sitting at your study desk in your bedroom, home alone on a slightly rainy Friday evening, with papers lying around the table and the floor that had infinite math practice tests he had obligated you to do. âHow are you so good at calculus. Well, everything, honestly?â
The tip of his ears flushed a deep shade of pink at your indirect compliment, visibly swallowing as his Adamâs apple swiftly moved up and then down. âUh, I donât really know. I guess Iâve always practiced a lot as a kid? Maths is my favorite subject so itâs not hard for meâŚâ
His attention was never on you, instead, his eyes shifted awkwardly as long as they successfully avoided your own. You were enjoying his confusion more than youâd like to admit, collecting your thoughts and speaking up once again before he returned to explaining boring equations or graphs. âWhyâd you agree to help me? You never help.â
He wordlessly shrugged, hand scratching the back of his head with what appeared nervousness as his eyes solely rested on the paper before him and the paper alone. You thought his face became progressively warmer, a light smile etching across your face. âAre you sure you donât know?â You glanced at him, turning your chair around to face his side profile directly. âI think there must be a reason.â
âThereâs none.â He muttered through gritted teeth, the apple of his cheeks becoming impossibly redder by the minute. âLetâs move on to the next topicââ
âOh, but are you sure there really is no reason at all? âCause you seem to be hardcore blushing right now.â Your finger moved under his chin, gently guiding his eyes towards yours. âAm I the reason for your obvious struggle, Na Jaemin? Do you, maybe, have the hots for me?â
âY/N, justâyou need to, uh, continue practicing.â
âI donât want to practice anymore.â A giggle left your lips, face nearing the boyâs hot ears. âIâll let you in on a little secret. I think you are so handsome, and I can tell you like me too. Or donât you?â
âY/Nââ
âDonât you, Jaemin?â
A quiet curse rumbled throughout his chest and out his lips, hands quickly snapping up to grasp your own. âYou really donât want to bother me right now. Stop.â
âI do want to bother you. I know youâre not some innocent, saint boy, Jaemin. Stop putting up that pure act with me, itâs not working.â
âAlright,â Jaemin mumbled, eyes sharply boring into yours, âthen you asked for it.â He roughly pulled you towards him, your wheeled chair sliding back at the impact as your legs almost instantly straddled him. With no more words said, his hands softly kneaded your ass, pressing his hardening member directly on your heat as he began rapidly guiding you up and down his covered length.
Whimpers stumbled off your lips at his movements, hands flying up to hold onto his shoulders for balance. Quite frankly, you never thought Jaemin would do this.
âCat got your tongue suddenly, princess?â Your breath hitched at the pet name, and Jaemin could only smirk at your reaction. âYou were all talk and no game? Where did that confidence go? You are such a needy, little bitch. Be a good girl and ride my thigh like the desperate slut you areâwanting to fuck me instead of practicing your math equations.â
He parted his legs, and you were quick to take off your shorts, sitting on the textured fabric of his denim jeans as your hips continued their previous ministrations with Jaeminâs harsh grasp. Moans were leaving you in an uncontrollable mess, feeling so little and helpless under a boyâs gaze whom everybody believed is a harmless child. There was a look plastered on his features that you wanted engraved in your mind forever; pearly whites sinking tenderly into a swollen, red bottom lip, glasses hanging lowly on his nose, and a hooded stare due to the growing wetness on your sheer panties that seeped out onto his jeans.
Fuck, did those glasses make him look so sinful.
âJaemin,â you stuttered, âI need to cum.â
âAlready? We just started the fun, princess.â His actions contradicted his words, hands moving your hips faster on his thigh as he squeezed the muscles, igniting louder sounds of pleasure from you. âAre you close?â
You nodded frantically, no longer giving care to the huge wet patch you had created on his pants, allowing his hands to move you as fast as he wished, pussy clenching around nothing every time your clit ran over the coarse fabric.
âGo ahead, princess, come all over my thigh, you fucking dirty girl. Make a mess.â
His whispers were enough to bring you to your climax, legs shaking unstoppably as your hips stilled abruptly. Jaemin rubbed your back softly, bringing your chin up to lock lips with you. Ardent, and full of lust, the feeling of his tongue running over your bottom lip brought another wave of heat that pooled between your legs, and he could surely feel it. Pulling away, with a string of saliva attaching the two of you, Jaemin unbuckled the leather belt before unbuttoning his jeans, only pushing them down enough to release his dick. It sprung proudly out of his briefs, gently hitting his belly and begging to be played with.
Jaemin smirked at your wide eyes, your gaze running up and down the veiny cock, with a final touch of an angry and red tip at the top that was leaking with pre-cum.
âCan I suck you?â
âNot today, babygirl, do that some other time,â he shook his head, fingers moving your panties to the side and placing you on top of his hard length, âright now all I want is to feel your dripping, pretty pussy. Ride me.â
You silently obliged like the good girl he thought you were, wet cunt sinking on his dick as your walls instantly welcomed him with endless warmth.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he lowly cursed, âsuch a fucking good girl. Why donât we teach you some basic math while you ride my dick? Come on.â His index and middle fingers tapped your bottom lip, your mouth wrapping around them. âYouâre going to answer while you suck on my fingers as if it were my cock.â
On cue to his words, your tongue swirled around his digits experimentally while he ruthlessly thrusted up into your tight pussy with a never ending pace.
âWhatâs seven plus five, princess?â
You whined on his digits, finding the task harder than you expected as his dick was everything you could think about. Jaemin filled you up so well, fingers occasionally driving into the back of your throat as you choked around them. Tears had begun pooling in your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment as you gagged around his digits once again. âTwelve!â
âGood job,â he delivered a particularly hard thrust, hitting on your sweet spot successfully and earning himself nearly a scream from you. âWhat about eighteen plus nine? Whatâs the answer?â
At this point, he was doing all the work, dick sliding in and out of your walls so fast and deliciously. The only sound you could hear around your bedroom was both your skinsâ slapping, and sometimes the choked up cries that left your lips whenever his fingers reached too far back in your throat. Your thoughts only revolved around how good Jaemin was fucking you, and how good the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose looked as he bit his lip. âTwenty-seven!â You struggled to answer, but managed to regardless of his merciless thrusts.
âFour minus nineteen? You got three seconds to answer, sweets.â Jaemin smirked, free hand reaching down to circle rapidly around your clit, his hips speeding up even more. âOne.â
âJaemin, Iâm so close!â
He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, drool running down your chin as he wiped his digits on his shirt. âAnswer me, or you donât come.â
Your thoughts were absolutely jumbled, puzzled and confused, searching hazily for a simple answer you couldnât remember.
âTwo.â The movements of his fingers on your swollen bud were beginning to slow down.
âJaemin, wait!â
âThreeââ
âNegative! Negative fifteen, the answer is negative fifteen.â
He cooed at you, speeding up his actions once more as you cried out, head resting on his shoulder tiredly while you slightly bit into the flesh, eliciting hisses that flew from his lips.
âFuck, Iâm so close. Princess, can I fill you up with my cum?â
âPlease,â tears ran down your face, your cries muffled as you nuzzled your face into his neck, âplease do. Come inside of me, Jaemin, fill me up so well.â
Your desperate pleads and the frantic clenching of your pussy were enough to bring him to the edge, your release following not much long after as his warm cum completely coated your walls white, some seeping out from your cunt and onto his member. Jaemin eventually slowed down his thrusts to a stop, chest heaving up and down as pants left the two of you.
âFor your information, I do have the hots for you, too.â He exhaled out a laugh, pulling your body closer to his and gently pecking the top of your head.
âI canât believe everybody calls you a nerd,â you chuckled, âyou literally fucked me into oblivion.â
âWell, you were riling me up. I hope you learned your lesson, little miss.â
âYeah, I did.â You admitted with a giggle.
âWell, you better keep that pretty mouth closed, we donât want people knowing the schoolâs nerd wrecked you so bad, right? Besides, I donât think I want this to just be a one time thing.â Your head rose at his confession, eyes looking into his own for an answer. âHow about a date tomorrow?â
You smiled, sweetly pecking his cheek. âIâd love that. How about I suck your cock after that?â
Jaemin smirked, âyour house or mine?â
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Unpacking the Angel Event (Through My Own Perspective)
Okay so uh⌠this was a very uncomfortable seat the Devs have offered us today and like all things that give me moral uncomfiness, I HAVE to analyze it. Blame the ethics classes. A full disclaimer, this is not spoiler-free and is pretty much entirely just me unpacking my own feelings here. What may bother or not bother me could really affect you and there is nothing wrong with that. You are entitled to your own perspective. This is just me trying to walk through all the stuff in this event that just⌠rubbed me the wrong way. So let's get to it.
The Costumes
So. Let's start at the beginning. Diavolo apparently had the bright idea to put everybody in magical costumes of their angel forms (or something like it in Satan's case). This is⌠problematic.
The reason the brothers lost their angel forms was because they fell after the Celestial War⌠who's greatest causality (in their eyes) was their sister, Lilith. So one could imagine that their memories as angels aren't particularly happy ones⌠By this point in the "continuity" (this is Post-Attic, more on that later), they would have known that Lilith didn't actually die which may soften something like this a little. I dunno, I'm not one of them and trauma is uniquely personal to the individual, but the bigger issue is that Diavolo thought this was a good idea to start with to which I say! - I'm not at all surprised by that. Hear me out.
Diavolo is heavily implied to have had a huge ass crush on Angel Lucifer. He's also uh⌠probably a little sheltered (as sheltered as the royalty of Hell can be) and probably not used to think of his subjects' feelings on the things he does before he just does them. This is fairly evident in other events where he'll order the brothers to do XYZ task even if they want no part in it. It doesn't surprise me at all that Diavolo would want to see them (Lucifer) as angels again and not take into account how that could affect them. I don't think that'd be malice on his part, just shortsightedness, and he likely would have apologized if any of the brothers expressed an emotional problem with it to him directly.
Do they have problems? Yes. But since the event kind of wipes them of their true selves, that's better discussed elsewhere. Moving on.
The BanglesÂ
Holy fuck, how do we even approach this? So Simeon, in conjunction with Michael (probably, at this point I have to wonder if he's telling the truth about this) gives the brothers jewelry, presumably to wear to the party, that would⌠I'm not even sure. Curb their impulses? Force them to be mannered? The important thing is he did not tell them about that little detail before they put the bangles onâŚ
This is⌠also problematic. First, we can try to establish Simeon's intentions versus what actually happened:Â
The bangles were (likely) intended to be removable. It was the mixing of the magic that locked them in place so we can assume he didn't mean this to be a permanent change.
The magic on the bangles was probably amplified by the angel costumes. What this means is though we can assume that Simeon never intended them to become quite so⌠different, we'll never know just how much influence he was actually trying to put on them. It could have been anything from suppressing their sins to full blown force you to say please/thank you. We'll just never get to know nowâŚÂ
I won't be the first person to liken this to mind control (nor the last) because⌠that's kind of how it turned out. Even worse still, it would have been completely involuntary on the brothers' part. Simeon DID NOT tell them what the bangles were going to do. Now, he claims later that he would have eventually, but we don't get to know when that would have been. I presume at some time after the party, because like. These are our boys. They're not going to consent to wearing something like that, they're just not.
This poses all kinds of questions and problems ranging from issues of consent to anatomy and even the worth of good deeds done out of obligation vs. free will and⌠I mean quite literally when I say Jesus Christ, Simeon, what the hell?!
I could write a completely different post debating whether or not what Simeon did actually had any moral merit but I won't because it'd be very dry and boring. I think the most interesting thing to take away here is that Simeon thought it was okay to do like, at all, and with approval from Michael (maybe) no less⌠That reflects something on angel society that I doubt will get explored but I need to ponder fartherâŚ
This section is all kinds of sticky so we need to move on.
The Development(?)
First off, to new players, don't worry this probably isn't canon (at least to the main story continuity). The Brothers should be back to normal in the new chapters and this won't have a long term effect on anything (aside from maybe a tie in to the next event ala Beach event-> Games). That's how Obey Me has always treated their events it seems and I sure hope they stick to it now. But, these are still the same characters going through a unique situation and that can offer some insight so⌠Let's discuss.
I mentioned earlier that the brothers had problems with this⌠Unfortunately, I think we only get to see Lucifer and Satan's thoughts in any detail because everyone else is too far gone by the time we reach them⌠Lucifer can pretty much be summed up as troubled and unhappy because (you know) not a lot of great memories as an angel. I presume that his wounded pride after the fall may also contribute.Â
Satan is⌠more complex. Iâm honestly more bothered by his change than anyone elseâs because even he expresses how weird this is for him... (We get confirmation that he never in fact had an angel form, btw). Poor baby is going through a full on identity crisis and thereâs a certain part of his mind that heâs not even allowed to use right now... Anger. The Avatar of Wrath, born from Wrath, canât get angry and⌠Something about that just bothers me at a deeper level, not even I can express properlyâŚ
Everyone else is too far gone once we reach them. Their personalities are completely different and they canât even acknowledge thatâs the case. They think that theyâve turned a new leaf but we know thatâs not the reality, that leaf was very much turned for them and it doesnât make anything feel any betterâŚ
This may be my own opinion, but part of me thinks that this portion (and only this portion right here) was actually what the Devs were going for. They wanted us to be uncomfortable by all of this for like, story reasons. Itâs a narrative trick. Think of the phrase âYou donât know what youâve got till itâs gone.â I think they were trying to use the absence of the brothersâ usual flaws and traits as a weird way of celebrating them. Kind of like saying, âWe could have given you guys these perfect brothers, but theyâre not perfect and we know thatâs why you like them. Look at these perfect guys, doesnât it feel wrong?â The answer is, yes. It does feel wrong. And under other circumstances, it would be affirming like theyâd be intending, âI donât want this emotionally-open non-otaku, give me Levi dammit!â But when you add this intended discomfort with the already sketchy way we got here it just makes it all the worseâŚÂ
And absolutely NONE of this is helped by...
The⌠End?
I think the thing I hate about this event the most (actually legitimately hate) is how it ends. In that it doesnât. It kind of just⌠abruptly stops right after Lucifer starts coming to himself again. Though I suspect thatâs because theyâre putting incentive into getting the event cards, this in NO WAY does the narrative any favors.
Most people are not going to get those cards. Even with Lonely Devil as an option, itâs a huge time/resource commitment to get there. Because of that, the majority of people are not going to get to see the aftermath of what happened. We donât get to see how the brothers feel about what happened. We donât get to see if they do, in fact, come to and if they have any takeaways from the experience or if theyâre utterly disgusted by it. The player character doesnât even get the option to comfort them after something that was probably terribly traumatic. It. Just. Ends.
What that means is all of that discomfort that we had just lingers⌠Thereâs no resolution or pay off. It just⌠stays⌠This is the worst possible thing they could have done. If you want your audience to feel uncomfortable, thatâs one thing, but unless youâre telling like, a psychological thriller you gotta settle them back down again! Deep moral conflict is not a turn on!!!
Personally, I donât hate that this thing exists. I donât. The part of me that majored in Philosophy loves analyzing media like this so I canât say that I didnât get anything out of it. I donât think all media should play it safe, itâs okay to leave the audience with no good answers or a feeling of unease, but you really got to be self-aware of it. The biggest flaw of this event, in my opinion, is that it rarely comes across as self-aware of its own horror. You get a very brief glimpse of it from Solomon when he comments on how creepy things are, but Simeonâs happy. Diavoloâs happy. And though heâs a little uneasy, Lukeâs pretty content, too. Add that to the abrupt ending and we never get to know if ANY of them realize how awful of a thing this was to do to the brothers... It makes it all come off as an endorsement of mind controlling your friends into better people and (to me) that feels really, really wrong.
So in conclusion⌠I dunno. If the next event isnât something along the lines of âAngelic Demons Part 2: Fixing What We Fucked Up!â then I think they really botched this one guys⌠I hope somebody was taking notes.
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PiĂąa ColadasÂ
pairing: Marco x Reader
word count: 2k
summary:Â You are loyal to your captain and your team, so you would do everything to win. Even shoot your boyfriend.Â
highlight: ¨I don´t like when your tattoo is covered.¨
warning: implied smut
notes: Guys, I really want to thank each and every one of you for the love and support <3 Also, picture this as a crossover between laser tag and paintball!
đˇđđđđ đđđđđđđđ, đđđđđđđđ, đđđ đđđđ!
¨Ok, assholes, listen up!¨ your freckled captain uttered loudly due to the music blasting outside of your headquarter. ¨They have Haruta and Speed Jiru, those sneaky bastards, so we´re gonna have to be careful here, ok? They also have an extra person compared to us! So focus the fuck up!¨
The Whitebeard Pirates made a strategic stop at the Sabaody Archipelago for provisions, which meant that it was time for the Division Commanders and Whitebeard´s left-hand and only daughter, you, to engage in your periodic Bubble Laser Tag battle.Â
The teams were sorted out, and one would always have an extra member. The team captains were for the first time, Ace and Marco. And despite loving the First Division Commander, you were obliged to take a vow to serve and honor your team and your captain as long as the game ran.Â
¨Y/N you´re the faster one here and the smallest, so I´m counting on you.¨ you saluted him ¨Izo, you´re the best sniper we have, so place your freckled butt in a strategic place and shoot the fuck out of those motherf-¨
¨OI, OI, OI, OI!¨ all of you shouted at Ace.
¨Calm down, cowboy! Don´t you think you´re taking this far too seriously?¨Â
¨No! Do you know when was the last time I was captain?! And do you know how many losses in a row I have?! This is my pride, Y/N! You´re with me or against me?!¨
You couldn´t face him without laughing, he was just so stupid sometimes. But you made sure to let him know that you were on his side - not that you had a choice, though.Â
The teams were called The Bird Brains and The Freckled Butts. Yes, the captains chose each other´s team's name, and naturally, nothing good could come out of it. The worst part was having to run around with a tag that said ¨Freckled Butt¨ on your gear.Â
In Ace´s team, you had, well, you, Thatch, Izo, Fossa, Namur, Blamenco, and Kingdew, and in Marco´s team were Vista, Haruta, Speed Jiru, Atmos, Curiel, Jozu, Blenheim, and Rakuyo.Â
¨They will definitely use Jozu and Atmos as sacrificial lambs to get to us.¨ Thatch pointed out.Â
¨Ok, so we´re leaving them to you, Izo.¨ Ace spoke.
¨I´m guessing Haruta and Jiru will be doing the same as Izo, hiding somewhere and making surprise attacks.¨
The rules were pretty simple:
1) No Devil Fruit ability could be used. Not after Ace almost burned the entire place to the ground once.Â
2) You didn´t have to stay on the ground. You could use whatever you had at your disposal to climb the walls or even the ceiling.Â
3) If the captain is out, the team is out.Â
¨Ok. So, Thatch, you´ll cover for me; Namur will cover for Blamenco, and Kingdew will cover for Fossa. Izo and Y/N will go solo.¨ you furrowed your eyebrows.
¨Wait, I´m not covering Izo?¨
¨No, Y/N. You are our special pawn.¨ he said in a devilish and malicious tone. ¨I said I want a glorious victory this time. Your job will be to end this game as soon as possible.¨
¨Still not following, Fire-Fist.¨
¨We´ll make sure no one gets to you while you go find your birdie and end him!¨ he burst in a maniac laugh.Â
¨You really think Marco is that stupid?!¨
¨No, but he´s a man, Y/N.¨ you gasped, outraged.Â
You faced your crewmates, all of them smirking at you.
¨What are you now, a pimp?! Izo, say something, defend my honor!¨Â
¨I would Y/N, but not only he´s my captain today... he´s kinda right.¨
¨Besides, we´re all very familiar with you guys getting business done.¨ Thatch rested his arm on your shoulders. At this point, internal bleeding caused by severe embarrassment was killing you not so softly.
¨You know what? I think I´ll kill you all first!¨ you threatened the commanders.
The entire arena turned red, and a loud 10 seconds countdown began. You put your goggles down and tightened your grip on the gun, comrades doing the same.
¨We´re counting on you, Y/N. Put your freckled butt to work!¨ Ace said and stormed out before you could beat him.Â
Still analyzing his request and your options available, you decided to stay hidden in the shadows. Head down, and powder dry - or paint wet.Â
The music was so intense you could feel your lungs vibrating with every beat, sometimes knocking the oxygen out. The whole place was dark with colorful light beams flashing in every direction.Â
After 5 minutes of resting in the shadows, you opted for what you thought would be the best thing to do, plus you had the benefit of being smaller than those brutes, so you fit in places they didn´t.Â
And you just had found yourself the perfect spot right behind the stage lights at the top of the arena. Getting up there was a little tricky, the light rays almost blinded you - plus the risk of you being caught - and you were not sure you could hide there. Technically it was not against the rules.
¨If I were a hot birdie piùa colada, where would I be?¨ you tried to channel into your lover´s brain.
That was actually a good hideout, you spot many of the commanders running around the field. You loved how they took it seriously as if their lives depended on it. Â
A loud buzz played every time someone was eliminated, although they didn´t say from which team unless it was the captain. You´ve heard zero buzzes so far, showing how inspired and determined they were.Â
You finally decided to follow your captain´s order when 10 minutes passed, and no one had gotten eliminated. Your stomach craved for food and you were really bored.Â
You´d always choose the biggest arena since guys like Kingdew and Jozu wouldn´t fit in the normal one. So this one was larger, taller, and had more obstacles. Bubbles in all shapes and sizes, picturesque barricades, and tricky mirrors. Finding Marco was going to be tough... if you didn´t have a card in your sleeve.Â
Again, it was not against the rules, and you wanted to eat something. Besides, this victory was more meaningful to Ace than to Marco. So you took your lover´s vivre card from your pocket and placed it on your palm, waiting for it to guide you.Â
¨Bingo!¨ you spot a fluffy pineapple crown not so far from you. The problem was to reach him before he moved again.Â
Your plan was not to shoot him from the distance, you knew better than that. You were going to approach, engage naturally and eliminate the target. Based on the field, the track he took so far, and his usual train of thought, you had a good guess of what he was planning to do.
The path he was taking led you to believe that he was advancing towards a barricade, a good place to hide, but that would offer him no visibility of his opponents. Was he planning to lay low while the rest of you killed each other? That didn´t sound like him.Â
 The job that had been entrusted to you within the Whitebeard Pirates was to analyze each mission´s goal, come up with several different plans of approach - or attack - and predict the possible failures or setbacks. And you did all of that alongside Whitebeard himself, and all sixteen commanders. So, to guess the strategy Marco was going for would be easier than steal a child's candy.
Well, actually, you were able to guess his final destination, not his strategy.Â
Without losing any more time, you ran and hid behind the barricade, waiting for your boyfriend to arrive.Â
¨Whatever.¨ you thought.
¨Don´t shoot!¨ you squealed and threw both hands in the air.
¨Really, Y/N? This is how you play?¨ Marco asked, putting his gun down.
¨When I am hungry, yes!¨ you bent slightly, faking an exhausted state.Â
¨What are you doing here, yoi?¨
¨Looking for Izo, I was supposed to cover for him.¨ you struggled with the weird sensation of lying to Marco.Â
He hummed and leaned against the wall, wiping a bit of sweat off his forehead. The lightning was awful, but it was enough for you to see his messy hair and those lazy eyes that made you almost forget the mission.Â
¨Why are you staring, yoi?¨ he gave you a smirk and a quick nod.Â
¨Nothing. Uhm...¨ you bit your lip as the butterflies started to go insane inside of you ¨...it´s so rare to see you carrying a gun...¨
The first commander watched you with a raised eyebrow and a playful grin ¨Yeah, so?¨
The two of you entered a parallel universe, the lights changed according to the muffled beat of the music. And it was hot. Flaming hot, burning hot.
 Your breath was slow but heavy, and your mouth ran dry with adrenaline on your veins. Not because of a stupid plan or stupid game but because he made you lose whatever control you had over your body and mind.Â
You let go of the gun and raised your hand until your fingers touched the skin of his face, tracing a slow path to his parted lips. He watched you like you were a rare creature, an angel forgiving his sins or a siren taking his life. His large hand held yours, and he placed kisses on your fingers, the same fingers that would pull the trigger by the end of this. You wondered if he already knew.Â
Marco hooked his finger on the belt holders of your jeans and turned you, making you hit the wall, and oxygen left your lungs in a puff. Didn´t take long until he attacked your neck, tasting your salty skin. Your fingers pulled his hair as your body arched involuntarily, cold shivers reaching every part of you.Â
His eyes were soaked in lust when he stopped marking your neck and stared at you like a hungry predator. Your teary eyes traveled to his chest looking for his tattoo, but it was covered by the stupid gear.Â
¨I don´t like when your tattoo is covered.¨ you spoke.Â
He leaned to your ears and said in a whisper ¨Then uncover it.¨
He was teasing you, he knew what you were supposed to do and was torturing you.Â
¨I-I can´t...¨ your voice came out weak ¨I... I have to-¨
¨What, yoi?¨ his grin was malicious.
¨I have to shoot you.¨Â
Marco leaned again, getting really close to your lips but never touching them. Instead, he took your paint gun and put it in your hand. You laughed, asking yourself if you truly believed you would be able to fool him. He gave a quick kiss before stepping back so you could end your mission.Â
¨You really don´t mind letting Ace win?¨Â
¨Ace can have the victory.¨  he shrugged ¨I have something better, yoi¨
You blushed with his comment, and fireworks exploded in your chest.
¨I love you, bird brain.¨
¨I love you... freckled butt.¨ he laughed, probably embarrassed for the name he chose.
¨This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you.¨ you raised the gun to his gear.Â
¨I hope so, yoi.¨
¨Ready?¨
¨You know I´ll make you pay for this later, right, yoi?¨
¨I´d be disappointed if you weren´t planning to.¨
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