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Trash Novel Chronicles: Love Triangles and Royal Rumbles - Leona Kingscholar x Reader

When you get isekai'd as the male lead in the novel where your favorite character, Leona Kingscholar is the second male lead, all that's left to do is rewrite the romance!

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You're just an average person, doing normal human things like eating, sleeping, and, of course, staring at your poster of Leona Kingscholar for three hours straight. Totally healthy behavior. People have hobbies, right? Some knit, some jog, and you…? You defend your fictional lion husband from slander on the internet. You’re practically a digital knight in shining armor.

The story that has consumed your very soul? Oh, just your typical Cliché Villainess Academy Novel: Revenge Edition™. The plot is so by-the-book, it’s basically a war crime against creativity. Female lead? She’s been in love with the male lead since he gave some boring welcome speech that apparently hit her so hard, her brain rewired itself into a romantic mess.

The villainess? Obviously in love with the male lead too, but her one and only goal in life is making the heroine’s existence a never-ending trainwreck of public embarrassment. And the male lead? Sweet summer child. He just wants to get his degree and avoid eye contact with all of these lunatics.

Enter: Leona Kingscholar, the second male lead. The man, the myth, the walking sarcasm machine. He’s there purely to fuel jealousy in everyone else’s love story, but for you? He’s everything. The brooding, lazy, hot second male lead who rolls his eyes at every plot point like he’s just as done with this novel as you are. He has better things to do, like nap, but here he is, dragged into this mess by proximity.

If it were up to you, he and the male lead would run off together, leave the heroine and villainess to start their own hobby club about emotional devastation, and the two guys would live happily ever after in matching beach chairs somewhere.

But no. Instead, you’re stuck reading about her fawning over him while Leona is just… there. Existing. The only thing keeping your interest alive.

And now? Now, your loyalty to Leona Kingscholar is about to pay off. The fan event of the century is just days away. It’s going to be glorious. A whole day dedicated to Leona—merch, fan contests, life-sized cardboard cutouts (which, let’s be honest, you’re ready to risk it all for). You've cleared your schedule, mentally prepared yourself for the inevitable squealing, and created a battle plan for acquiring the best merch before everyone else.

But fate? Fate’s cruel.

You’re casually defending Leona’s honor online as usual, battling some no-name troll who dares to claim that the male lead is "better written." (HA! You laugh in their wrong face.) But then—what’s this? A an likes your tweet about Leona! And not just any author. THE ONE YOU LOVE. The serotonin shoots through you like an adrenaline shot straight to the brain.

Your heart’s racing. You’re vibrating at a frequency only dogs can hear. You leap out of your chair like some majestic gazelle��or at least that’s what you tell yourself as you promptly trip over the plushie army that guards your floor.

Before you know it, you’re tumbling, body flailing like a noodle, bouncing down the stairs in what feels like slow motion. The world spins. Your merch shelves mock you from the distance. You land at the bottom in a heap, your soul floating just above your body.

"Is this… how it ends?" you wheeze, gasping for breath, more in shock than pain. As your vision starts to fade, all you can think is: I never made it to the Leona event….

And with that, you die. Crushed under the weight of fandom.

You wake up, and your first thought isn’t the usual, “Oh, I’ve been isekai’d into a new world, how fascinating, I’ll have time to adjust in a moment of peace and reflection.” No. You wake up and it hits you like a brick: Oh no. Female lead.

But then, a beam of hope breaks through the clouds of despair and shines down on you like a heavenly spotlight: Wait. Leona Kingscholar is here.

Before you can even revel in the thought of being in the same universe as your broody lion crush, reality smacks you upside the head. Loud voices are pulling you back to the scene unfolding right in front of your very eyes.

You blink. Hold on. This is not a bedroom, and this is definitely not a private moment to gather your thoughts like in every other isekai novel. Oh no, you’ve been thrown directly into the group project scene.

You know, the one where the villainess is sharpening her claws on the heroine while Leona watches from the sidelines like he’s two seconds away from a permanent nap? Yeah, you’re smack in the middle of it.

The villainess, looking as pissed off as usual, is glaring daggers at the trembling heroine, who is staring at you with those wide, teary eyes like you’re supposed to swoop in and save her from this verbal smackdown.

And that’s when it hits you: you’re the male lead. The original goody-two-shoes, justice-loving male lead who always stepped in to defend the heroine. The one who got suckered into every cliché moment, complete with sparkles and heroic speeches about morality and blah blah blah.

Not you, though.

You take one look at the heroine. She’s giving you this look like you’re her knight in shining armor, expecting you to throw yourself in front of her and deliver some dramatic monologue about kindness and decency. And you? You're mentally checking out of this scene faster than the speed of light.

Nah. You’re not about that life.

Your gaze drifts to Leona, sitting on the far side of the room, slouched over like he’s wondering why he’s being subjected to this emotional soap opera when he could be napping. His face screams "done," and honestly? Same. He meets your gaze, eyes half-lidded and bored, probably hoping you’ll do the usual male lead routine and put an end to this nonsense.

But oh no, today’s different.

You casually stroll over to where Leona is sitting, ignoring the drama unfolding behind you. With the swagger of someone who knows exactly what they’re about to do is going to blow some minds, you hold out your hand to him. "So, uh… you want to ditch this disaster and go take a nap? Or maybe raid the kitchens? I’m thinking we play hooky and pretend this never happened."

Leona’s eyes flicker with surprise for half a second. The male lead? The goody-two-shoes-moral-compass of the entire plot? The guy who literally lived to stop drama in its tracks? Is offering to blow off this whole mess? He raises an eyebrow, smirking like the cat who caught the canary.

"Didn’t think you had it in you," Leona drawls, but you can tell he’s already down for this. "Alright. Let’s go. If anyone asks, I’m gonna say you dragged me out."

"Deal," you say, trying not to look too smug. And with that, you turn on your heel, and with Leona at your side, you head for the door, leaving behind a shell-shocked villainess and a teary-eyed heroine who’s probably still processing the fact that her supposed knight in shining armor just dipped.

As you and Leona stroll out, you hear the villainess mutter, “What… just happened?” and you can’t help but grin. You may have just turned the plot upside down, but at least you’re doing it in style.

"Hey, Leona," you say, nudging him, "think we can find some of those fancy desserts in the kitchen? I’m starving."

Leona snorts, shoving his hands into his pockets. "If you’re buying, sure."

And just like that, the male lead and the second male lead walk off into the sunset—or rather, the campus courtyard—hand in hand with a new mission: Avoiding all future plot nonsense at all costs.

You’re not sure how you got here, staring at the over-the-top ball decorations like you’ve stepped into a bargain bin fairytale, but hey, life has taken a weird turn lately. You, of all people, are living out the plot of a novel so cliché it makes your head hurt.

But you guess that’s what happens when you get isekai’d into a second-rate villainess story. The only thing missing is a glass slipper and some woodland creatures to sing with.

And of course, surprise! The ball isn’t just some casual evening of sipping punch and avoiding the villainess’s death stares. No, if you don’t nail the ball, you don’t graduate. Because nothing says "academic achievement" like knowing how to waltz while dressed like a background character from Bridgerton.

So here you are, in ball lessons, where everyone is nervously pairing off while you’re trying not to roll your eyes into another dimension. The heroine, with her usual doe-eyed sparkle, gets paired with you first. And let’s be real: she’s either terrible at dancing, or she’s using this as an excuse to get you to hold her close.

But you? Oh no. You’ve read enough of this garbage to know where that’s going, and you have zero interest in playing out the “close embrace, sparks flying, almost-kiss” trope. Absolutely not.

As soon as the music starts, you decide it’s time to act. You let your feet stumble—deliberately, of course—and flail around like you’ve never seen a ballroom floor in your life. The heroine, bless her clueless heart, giggles like she thinks you’re just being cute, but you’re not about to humor this. When the instructor’s eyes lock onto you, you seize the opportunity.

"Oh no!" you say dramatically, throwing a hand over your forehead like you’re in some kind of soap opera. "I’m so bad at this. Could someone please teach me how to dance?"

You pause, glance around the room, and then lock eyes with Leona Kingscholar.

"Leona!" you shout, loud enough that the whole room freezes. "You’re the second prince! You must’ve had etiquette lessons, right? Teach me how to dance!"

The room collectively loses its mind. The heroine looks like you’ve just slapped her with a glove and challenged her to a duel. The villainess is staring at you like you’ve lost your marbles. And Leona? Leona’s expression is somewhere between utter confusion and why me.

Leona leans back, crossing his arms, visibly annoyed. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters, but there’s no denying the faint twitch of a smirk at the corner of his mouth when he sees the heroine and villainess get shoved into an awkward dancing pair together.

Despite his clear irritation, Leona steps forward, because let’s face it, he’s the kind of guy who’ll humor you if it means avoiding worse drama. You slide into position with him, and honestly? You’re in heaven. You can barely focus on your feet, too busy trying to hide your grin while you imagine all the drama this is causing behind you.

Meanwhile, the heroine and the villainess are floundering around, tripping over each other like they’ve got two left feet each. The villainess is grinding her teeth, and the heroine keeps stepping on her toes. It’s a glorious disaster.

Leona, despite his annoyance, is surprisingly good at this. He’s leading with the kind of effortless grace that makes you wonder how someone so lazy can still be so competent at everything. You’re definitely not staring at his sharp features while he dances, not at all.

"You do realize this is a waste of time, right?" Leona grumbles under his breath, his eyes flicking to the chaos unfolding behind you. "Why me, herbivore? You could’ve asked anyone else."

You just shrug, trying not to sound too smug. "What can I say? I have excellent taste in dance partners."

Leona’s brow twitches like he’s torn between smirking and rolling his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night." But the smirk wins out, especially when the villainess and heroine fumble yet again, nearly toppling over each other.

You glance up at him, beaming. Leona Kingscholar might be annoyed, but he’s not stopping anytime soon. And you? You’re just here for the ride, watching the heroine and villainess self-destruct from the safety of Leona’s arms.

Ball lessons? Piece of cake.

You’ve been doing everything humanly possible to avoid the female lead like she’s a carrier of the medieval plague. You thought you’d be safe here, hiding behind your “I’m too busy and mysterious for romance” persona, but no—somehow—the more you avoid her, the more she’s convinced that you’re the dark, brooding, irresistible male lead she’s always dreamed of.

You know, the type who avoids emotional connections but secretly harbors a heart of gold. But the truth is, you’re just a guy trying to get through the day so you can swoon over Leona Kingscholar in peace.

It’s not like you’ve been subtle about it either. You’ve been dropping hints left and right, hoping the universe would give you a break and let the female lead fall in love with literally anyone else. But no. Somehow, everyone is ignoring your very obvious affection for Leona.

It’s like you’re stuck in a tragic comedy where the female lead falls harder for you the more you try to disappear, and Leona just… well, he’s just living his best life, completely unaware of your internal screaming.

Take the latest tea party, for example. You were just trying to enjoy some pastries, maybe steal a glance at Leona from across the table, when the heroine decides to make her move. She picks up a delicate slice of cake and holds it out to you, eyes sparkling with that innocent-yet-hopeful look that says, “This is our moment.”

You? You’re not having any of that. Nope. No way. You’re not about to be part of this rom-com narrative. So, without missing a beat, you casually take the cake from her and, in one smooth motion, turn and offer it to Leona, who’s lounging lazily next to you, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

Leona raises an eyebrow at you, clearly baffled by why you’re holding out cake like he’s some sort of royal who expects to be hand-fed. “What are you doing?” he mutters, looking suspiciously between you and the cake.

“Just thought you’d like some,” you say with a straight face, ignoring the heroine’s stunned expression. She’s sitting there, fork still poised in the air, blinking rapidly like you’ve just committed the greatest betrayal of the century.

Leona huffs, looking mildly irritated but mostly confused. After a pause, he shrugs and leans forward, taking a bite of the cake without even bothering to lift his own hand. “Whatever,” he mutters between chews. “Tastes fine.”

You nod, satisfied. Meanwhile, the heroine looks like she’s on the verge of tears, and the villainess is smirking in the background like she’s about to take out popcorn and enjoy the drama.

Later that day, you find a nice, quiet spot under a tree to relax. You’ve managed to avoid any major incidents so far, and for once, you’re not being dragged into some dramatic showdown. You lie back, close your eyes, and just let yourself chill. But, of course, the universe doesn’t want you to have peace.

Enter Leona.

Without a word, he flops down next to you, takes one look at your position, and decides—out of all the places he could sit—that your lap is the best pillow option available. You feel his head plop down on your lap like this is the most normal thing in the world. You stare down at him, completely dumbfounded, while he just closes his eyes and lets out a long, satisfied sigh.

“Leona?” you start, voice half bewildered, half amused. “You good?”

“Shut up,” he mutters without opening his eyes. “You’re more comfortable than the grass.”

You blink at him, not sure whether to laugh or cry. Meanwhile, the villainess strolls by, spots the two of you under the tree, and comes to an immediate halt. Her face contorts into a mix of disbelief and confusion, like she’s just witnessed something unholy. You can almost hear her mental scream of, what the hell is going on here?!

She doesn’t say anything, though. Just stands there, hands clenched, before turning on her heel and storming off. You don’t even care. You’re too busy reveling in the fact that Leona chose your lap as his personal resting place. If that isn’t a win, you don’t know what is.

And then, of course, there’s the infamous hallway incident. The heroine—who, by this point, you’re pretty sure has developed some kind of radar for finding you—comes running toward you. She trips over something (the air? her own foot? you don’t know) and launches herself straight into your arms in what is clearly an attempt to trigger some rom-com, slow-motion embrace.

But you? You’re not here for this.

With the reflexes of a seasoned avoider, you sidestep her dramatic fall, and she goes face-first into the floor. There’s a stunned silence as she lies there, unmoving, probably processing how she ended up eating dirt.

You glance over at Leona, who’s watching the whole thing with a lazy smirk, clearly enjoying the trainwreck. You give him a slight nod of approval, and he just rolls his eyes, a small grin still tugging at his lips.

The villainess, standing a few feet away, is laughing her head off. She’s doubled over, clutching her stomach, while the heroine’s dignity is scattered all over the floor. But you? You’re just staring at Leona, completely ignoring the chaos around you.

Somehow, despite all the madness, you can’t help but think: this is fine.

The day of the big spelldrive match arrives, and the heroine has never looked more confident in her life. She’s decked out in her team’s colors, standing tall at the edge of the field, waiting for you to join her in your usual spot. You know, like a loyal dog. A loyal, obedient dog who always does what she expects.

But not today.

Today, you roll up to the game decked out head to toe in full Savanaclaw merch. We're talking a custom jersey with Leona’s name on the back, a headband, face paint, and—just to really emphasize the point—a Savanaclaw banner tied around your neck like you’ve decided to cosplay as Captain Lion Fang.

You take your seat in the Savanaclaw section and immediately start hyping up the crowd like you’re getting paid for it. The heroine spots you from across the field and stares like she’s watching a crime scene unfold in real-time. Meanwhile, Leona’s already spotted you, and the smug smirk on his face tells you he’s LOVING the attention.

The game kicks off, and with each goal Leona scores, you’re going feral.

You’re screaming your lungs out, waving your banner around like you’re auditioning for some weird mascot gig. People are looking at you like you’ve lost your mind, but you don’t care. This is YOUR moment.

Leona, on the field, is living for it. Every time he glances your way, he adds a little extra flair to his plays, just to make you scream louder. He scores, and you’re on your feet, jumping up and down like you’ve won the lottery.

At this point, the heroine is practically catatonic. Her world is crumbling before her eyes. You can practically see her brain struggling to process what she’s witnessing: you, her loyal supporter, decked out in Savanaclaw gear and cheering for her rival.

“I... I don’t understand…” she whispers, her voice trembling like she’s been betrayed by the universe itself. “Why aren’t you cheering for us?”

You turn to her with all the nonchalance of someone who’s just ordered fries at a drive-thru. “Uh… Leona’s hot?”

It’s like you slapped her across the face with a wet fish. She stands there, frozen, her eyes wide, like she’s witnessing the fall of an empire. "B-But... you're supposed to support me!"

Before you can reply with another devastating truth bomb, Leona casually strolls over after winning the game, looking like he just walked out of a perfume ad. His hair’s tousled, a thin sheen of sweat making him look even more annoyingly handsome. He stops in front of you, smirking like he’s been planning this moment his entire life.

"Didn’t know you were my biggest fan," he drawls, voice low and lazy. “Gotta say, I’m impressed with your enthusiasm. Screamin’ my name like that… kinda hard to ignore.”

You open your mouth, ready to fire back with something witty, but what comes out is more of a high-pitched squeak, followed by, “Hahaha, Y-Yeah… you’re welcome?”

And then, the words that break you: “How ‘bout we celebrate with a nap?”

Your brain freezes. A nap? You? With Leona? Your heart is doing cartwheels while the rest of your organs are busy melting into a puddle. Your mouth is moving, but all that comes out is an unintelligible “Uhhuhmm.”

Leona chuckles, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. He reaches out, grabbing your wrist, and starts dragging you off with him—right in front of everyone. He doesn’t even care that the entire field is watching. He’s already made up his mind.

The heroine, meanwhile, is standing there in stunned silence, her brain fully blue-screening as she watches you and Leona disappear. She’s still processing the Leona’s comment when the villainess, who has been observing this whole disaster unfold, finally chimes in from the sidelines with a shrug.

“Well, as long as it’s not the heroine,” she says, flicking her hair back with an air of satisfaction. “This is fine.”

And off you go, being dragged to a nap date you’re definitely not mentally prepared for, your face burning hotter than the sun. Leona glances back at you, that smug smirk still plastered on his face. "You’re lookin’ a little red there. You sure you’re up for this?"

You sputter, tripping over your own words. "I-I’m fine! Totally fine! Nap? Cool! Casual napping! No big deal!”

Leona just chuckles again, clearly entertained by how much you're floundering. “If you say so. Just don’t pass out before we get there.”

Yeah. Don’t pass out. Easier said than done when the man of your dreams is casually dragging you off to nap like it's no big deal while your brain screams at you in ten different languages.

This is fine. Totally fine. You’re fine.

Maybe.

You were sitting with Jack and Ruggie at the cafeteria, chatting about nothing in particular—well, Jack was chatting. Ruggie was there purely because you promised to pay for his lunch. Still, you’d like to think that maybe, just maybe, he stuck around because he actually enjoyed your company. Maybe.

“So, any tips on how to deal with midterms?” Jack asked, ears twitching as he looked at you with that wide-eyed eagerness that only first-years ever had. He was honestly like a giant puppy, trying so hard to be good.

You leaned back in your chair, doing your best impression of a wise and worldly senior, which mostly involved pretending you weren’t sweating about your own midterms. “My advice? Caffeine. And if you have the chance to sleep, take it. Oh, and don’t forget to eat. I learned that one the hard way.”

Jack nodded seriously, committing it all to memory like you were passing down sacred knowledge. Meanwhile, Ruggie was on his third helping of food, barely acknowledging the conversation.

"Hey, if you're handing out wisdom, how ‘bout you tell me how to get free food more often?” Ruggie said between bites, shooting you a cheeky grin.

“Isn’t that already your specialty?” you shot back, eyeing the mountain of food in front of him.

He just laughed. “Can’t argue with that, but having backup plans never hurt.”

Before you could respond, you felt a shadow fall over the table. You looked up, half expecting it to be the heroine or some random classmate, but nope. It was Leona. Leona, who you were 99% sure had skipped class because he always skips class. And he looked… annoyed?

Oh no.

He ignored Jack and Ruggie completely, his sharp gaze zeroing in on you like you’d committed some grave crime. “Oi, herbivore,” he drawled, hands in his pockets like this wasn’t weird at all. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?” you asked, blinking up at him. Leona never approached people unless he wanted something.

“To the tree,” he said flatly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“The tree?” Jack echoed, ears perking up in confusion.

Ruggie, on the other hand, was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Oho~ Someone’s in demand.”

Leona shot Ruggie a look that could’ve curdled milk. “Shut it, Ruggie.”

Your brain was still trying to process the situation. You were sitting here, minding your own business, giving sage advice about caffeine and survival, and now Leona was dragging you off to his tree like it was completely normal?

He didn’t wait for an answer. He just grabbed your wrist, yanking you up from your seat as if this was some kind of kidnap situation, and started walking toward the courtyard.

“Uh—Leona? What’s going on?” you asked, doing your best to keep up without tripping over your own feet.

Leona didn’t even look back. “You’re talkin’ too much. Need some peace and quiet.”

You blinked, thoroughly confused but not necessarily mad about being dragged off. It’s just… “Why am I involved in your nap plans?”

“’Cause I said so.”

Wow, cryptic. You were about to ask again when you reached the tree. The infamous Leona nap spot. He plopped down against the trunk and, before you could protest, pulled you down next to him. Without another word, he stretched out and—because apparently boundaries didn’t exist—rested his head on your lap.

This was… This was happening.

You glanced around, half expecting to see a camera crew pop out and tell you this was some elaborate prank, but nope. Leona was lounging on you like it was the most natural thing in the world, eyes already closed, arms crossed behind his head.

“Uh, Leona?”

“Shut up. M’ tryin’ to sleep.”

You stared down at him, your brain short-circuiting. This was the third time this week he’d done this. Just… kidnapped you for a nap. What was his deal? Was your lap particularly comfortable? Did you radiate some kind of sleepy aura? What was going on here?

Meanwhile, from the distance, you spotted her. The villainess. Watching. For the third time in as many days. And you could see it. You could see the moment she put the pieces together. Her eyes widened in slow realization, her lips twitching into a smirk. She knew. She finally knew.

When Leona finally woke up—after what felt like hours of you sitting there, too dazed to move—you were free. For now. He stretched lazily and gave you a casual “Thanks,” as if this wasn’t the most bizarre situation you’d ever been in, and you quickly scrambled away, making your way back to the dorms with your head spinning.

And that’s when the villainess cornered you.

Oh no.

There she was, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing look, her sharp gaze trained on you like a predator sizing up its prey. You swallowed nervously. She was about to confront you about the heroine, wasn’t she? This was it. This was the moment. Was she going to declare some rivalry? Challenge you to a duel? Confess to you? Make this whole thing painfully awkward?

She smiled, and it was not the evil grin you were expecting. “I’m on your side.”

You blinked. “…What?”

She pushed off the wall, stepping closer, her eyes gleaming with a new kind of intensity. “Leona. I know you’re after him.”

Your heart stopped. This was it. She was going to call you out and—wait, what did she just say?

“I’ll help you confess to Leona,” she said, matter-of-factly. “On one condition.”

You were staring at her like she’d just sprouted wings and started speaking in tongues. “You… will?”

She nodded. “Yes. If you help me become more influential than that heroine, I’ll help you get Leona to notice you more.”

You blinked again, processing her words. She wanted your help to outshine the heroine, and in exchange, she’d be your wingwoman? Wingwoman?!

You grinned, holding out your hand for a dramatic shake. “Hell yeah.”

She clasped your hand, her smile mirroring yours. "Consider it a deal."

And just like that, you walked away from the most unexpected alliance of your life, fully equipped with a villainess-turned-wingwoman and a new plan to win over Leona.

Honestly? Life was getting weirder by the day.

“Okay, so just to confirm,” Ruggie’s eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head. “You want us to sit through this poetry reading,” he said, drawing out the word like it was some cursed phrase, “and cheer for the villainess. And in return, I get all the food left over?”

“Yup,” you nodded, trying to keep a straight face.

“And Jack’s here because…?”

“I asked him nicely.”

Jack shrugged, tail flicking behind him. “I’m just here to help.”

Ruggie snorted, glancing at you with a grin. “This better be some damn good poetry then. And the food better be worth it.”

“Oh, trust me,” you said, patting Ruggie on the back. “It will be.”

Little did you know, this was going to be a disaster of epic proportions.

The poetry reading started as expected—with the heroine striding up to the front of the room, practically glowing under the dim spotlight. She cleared her throat, clasped her hands dramatically, and began.

“It was a night… much like tonight…”

Your first instinct was to cringe, but you held it in, glancing sideways at Jack and Ruggie. Jack was doing his best to stay stoic, but you could see his ears twitching in discomfort. Ruggie had his hand over his mouth, clearly biting back laughter.

The poem continued, painfully dragging on about stars and roses and something about “destiny’s kiss.” By the time she reached the end, there was a collective sigh of relief from the audience. You weren’t even sure what you had just listened to, but you knew it wasn’t good.

Jack… Jack was crying. You stared at him, horrified. “Are you okay?”

“It’s… it’s so bad,” he sniffed, wiping his eyes. “I didn’t know poetry could be this bad.”

Ruggie had his face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. “This is better than I thought,” he wheezed.

You shot him a look, but even you had to admit, this was pure comedy gold. Poor Jack had no idea what hit him.

The villainess, bless her heart, was watching all of this unfold with a look of shock and confusion, but when it was finally her turn to read, she stepped up like a queen. Her voice was smooth, the words flowing like silk, and you couldn’t help but be genuinely impressed. She absolutely killed it.

The plan was working perfectly. You and your crew started clapping, cheering like you were at a rock concert. Jack, who was still recovering from the emotional trauma of the heroine’s poem, clapped too, albeit more quietly.

But just as you were about to get even louder, you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Oi, sit down,” Leona grumbled, pulling you back into your seat.

“What—?”

He didn’t offer any explanation, just kept you firmly seated next to him, his face set in a bored expression. You blinked in confusion but decided not to argue. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy sitting next to Leona… it was just weird.

And by the grin the villainess was sporting, it seems like everything went exactly according to plan. Both for her and you.

After the poetry reading wrapped up, you gathered the leftovers like you promised. Ruggie was already hovering around, practically drooling over the spread.

“Here, take it all,” you said, handing the basket over. “Deal’s a deal.”

Ruggie beamed, clutching the food to his chest like a treasure hoard. “Pleasure doing business with ya!”

Jack was much more polite, bowing his head slightly. “Thanks for the notes. They’ll be a big help.”

“Anytime,” you replied with a smile, watching the two of them head off. Ruggie was already halfway through a sandwich, talking a mile a minute, while Jack followed along, still looking like he might need therapy after the heroine’s performance.

That left you alone… with Leona, who had been standing off to the side, arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression.

“What?” you asked, half-expecting him to complain about something. He always had something to complain about.

“You mind explaining what the hell that was?”

“Uh… what do you mean?”

Leona’s tail flicked in irritation, his eyes narrowing. “I’m talking about you, whispering and giggling with that villainess all the time. What, you after her now that you ditched the heroine?”

You blinked at him, utterly baffled. “What? No, of course not. Why would I be after her?”

Leona’s jaw clenched. “You tell me. All I’ve seen is you hangin’ around with her, whispering, plottin’... I’ve seen how you look at her.”

It took a moment for your brain to catch up, but then it hit you like a ton of bricks.

Oh my god. He was jealous.

A slow grin spread across your face as the realization sunk in. Leona, Leona Kingscholar, was jealous. And over you.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “You’re jealous~.”

Leona froze, his eyes widening for a split second before narrowing dangerously. “What?”

“You’re jealous,” you repeated, giddiness bubbling up inside you. You could barely contain your excitement. “You’re jealous of me hanging out with the villainess!”

Leona’s lips pulled into a thin line. “You’re imagining things.”

“Oh no, no, no,” you grinned even wider, poking him in the chest. “You’re totally jealous!”

Leona growled, looking thoroughly annoyed now, but before he could snap back, you quickly explained. “Look, I made a deal with her. I help her become more influential than the heroine, and she helps me… confess to you.”

Leona blinked, taken aback, his tail flicking behind him as if processing the information. Then, in true Leona fashion, his expression shifted from irritation to smugness in record time.

“Oh?”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Yeah, so you don’t have to worry about me chasing after anyone else.”

Leona stepped closer, his voice dropping low, that usual lazy drawl making your heart do a little flip. “Good. But just so you know, cheek kisses aren’t real kisses.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Leona leaned in and kissed you—properly kissed you. Your eyes went wide for a second before you melted into it, feeling the heat of his lips against yours. He pulled back after what felt like forever, a smirk on his face as he watched you try to catch your breath.

“There. That’s a real kiss,” he murmured, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

You stared at him, dazed, and then a sudden realization hit you.

You left your entire life behind, all for this moment.

And you were so, so glad that stupid plushie was on the floor, because this? This was totally worth it.

The heroine’s voice was as sweet as it was grating, like sugar poured directly into your ears. She fluttered her eyelashes at you, her smile stretched painfully wide. “So, I was thinking,” she began, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “You would make the perfect knight for my family! Don’t you think so?”

You blinked, trying to figure out a way to escape. “Uh… I’m kind of busy with, you know, my own life?”

“Oh, but imagine!” she gushed, not hearing a word you said. “We’d be so close all the time—like, so close. You could protect me, and maybe… we could have a picnic under the stars? Very romantic, right?”

Your soul was trying to leave your body. You were pretty sure Jack’s ears twitched somewhere nearby, sensing your pain telepathically. And then, like a gift from the heavens, the villainess—your beloved accomplice in all things anti-heroine—made her appearance.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she said, stepping between you and the heroine with the grace of someone who had seen this movie before and knew exactly how to cut to the good parts. “But I need them for an urgent matter. A very important, not-at-all-romantic-but-very-necessary mission.”

You shot her a look of pure gratitude, but before she could fully rescue you from the heroine’s death trap of unwanted flirting, a shadow loomed over the scene. A very familiar shadow.

Leona.

Without saying a word, he strode up behind you and casually wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest with an ease that had your heart skipping a beat. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his sharp green eyes fixed on the heroine.

“Oh no, carry on,” he said lazily, but his tone was anything but. “I’m just here to see what my mate is up to.”

The heroine blinked in shock, her hands hovering mid-air as if she had no idea what to do with this development. “Y-Your mate?”

“Yeah,” Leona said, tightening his grip around you, his smirk downright feral. “So whatever little fantasy you’re cooking up about romantic picnics or whatever—cut it out. This one’s mine.”

You felt Leona’s lips brush against your temple before he leaned in and, in full view of the now-utterly-horrified heroine, kissed the side of your neck. Slowly. Possessively.

You could almost hear the villainess muffling a laugh behind her hand.

The heroine’s face turned several shades of red as she stammered. “B-But I—”

“You,” Leona said, his tone dripping with amusement, “can fuck right off.”

The heroine gasped, her hand flying to her chest like she’d been physically struck. “You can’t just say that to me!”

Leona raised a brow, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “I’m literally the second prince. I can say whatever the hell I want.”

The heroine opened her mouth to argue, but then realized that, no, actually, she couldn’t argue with the literal second prince staking his claim. She sputtered for a moment before storming off, no doubt to sob dramatically about her dashed romantic hopes.

Once she was out of sight, the villainess finally let out a snort of laughter. “That was beautiful.”

Leona ignored her, his grip still firm around you as he leaned down to whisper, “Next time, you won’t need her to help you out. Just say my name, and I’ll be there to deal with the pests.”

You stared at him, a little dazed from the whole whirlwind of possessiveness, public displays of affection, and telling someone to ‘fuck right off.’ “You really went for it, huh?”

Leona smirked, leaning in for another kiss. “Damn right I did. And don’t you forget it.”

Somewhere behind you, the villainess was still giggling. You were pretty sure this was going to be gossip for weeks.

But honestly? Totally worth it.

Graduation day—the moment where everyone’s future plans would be declared, and all the chess pieces would fall into place. Or, in your case, the moment where you’d cause absolute chaos.

The grand hall was filled with eager anticipation. Everyone was dressed in their formal graduation robes, students buzzing with excitement over their new titles and responsibilities.

Leona, as expected, lounged at the back like a lion who had better things to do, half-asleep. Villainess stood tall and composed, already plotting her return to her family's estate. Heroine was in full glowing mode, ready to take her place as the beloved of the Grand Duchy.

And you? You stood at the podium, trying not to laugh. You knew what you were about to say would flip this graduation upside down.

One by one, people made their announcements.

When it was finally your turn, all eyes turned to you. The entire hall seemed to hold its breath, knowing the original male lead—you—was supposed to be the retainer of the heroine. It was all set, all according to plan, right?

Wrong.

You cleared your throat, glanced briefly at Leona who smirked lazily, and then made the declaration that would throw this script straight out the window. “I’ve decided to serve as Prince Leona’s right-hand man, personal secretary, and...well, whatever he needs.”

The silence that followed was glorious. Pure, dumbfounded silence.

King Falena, sitting in the front row, visibly blinked. Once. Twice. He tilted his head slightly, confusion written all over his usually composed face. “What?” he muttered, looking like someone just told him a desert hyena had enrolled in ballet school.

Leona, however, didn’t even open his eyes. He just smirked, crossing his arms smugly. “Told ya he’d choose me,” he murmured, almost too casually for someone who’d just stolen the original male lead’s entire plotline.

Falena’s gaze flicked between you and Leona, still processing. Then, slowly, realization dawned. He saw that look on Leona’s face—the one that said “mine, and I dare anyone to challenge it.” King Falena’s confusion morphed into surprise and then, with the subtlety of a royal diplomat, resignation. “Oh…” he whispered, finally understanding. “He’s down bad.”

Leona cracked an eye open just to catch his brother’s expression and grinned wider, like a cat who knew exactly what kind of bird it had in its claws.

Your parents, bless them, were in the crowd with expressions of supportive confusion. Your mother was squinting as if trying to work out if this was some sort of royal prank. Your father leaned in toward her, whispering loudly enough for the entire row to hear, “It’s a royal job, right? That’s prestigious?”

“Yeah, but… Leona?” your mom whispered back.

At this point, the heroine stood up, ready to throw a wrench into the works. “Wait! You’re supposed to be my—"

Before she could finish, the villainess, in all her dramatic glory, made her move. With the grace of a queen and the audacity of a mastermind, she stepped right up to the heroine, flipped her luxurious hair, and said, “Actually, I was going to ask you out.”

You blinked. Wait, what?

The entire room gasped. You could almost hear heads snapping toward the villainess like a collective whip crack.

Heroine’s mouth opened and closed like she was a fish drowning in air. “I—what?”

“Dinner. Candlelight. Maybe a picnic. You and me, a date. Sound good?” The villainess winked with such charm that even the professors in the back were wide-eyed.

Heroine blinked rapidly, as if trying to reboot her brain. “Uh… sure?” she squeaked, still reeling from the fact that her entire romantic arc had just gotten hijacked.

You stared at the villainess in pure confusion. “What just happened?” you whispered, looking at her for an explanation.

The villainess simply turned to you with a mischievous grin, giving you a sly thumbs-up like this had been part of her master plan all along.

You were still processing the fact that you were witnessing the greatest plot twist of all time. You returned a half-hearted, bewildered thumbs-up, unsure if this was a win or not.

Meanwhile, the professors up front were clearly on their last thread of patience. The head of the academy rubbed his temples, sighing deeply as if this whole day had aged him a decade. “That’s it,” he said, voice strained with exhaustion. “Everyone’s graduated. Just...leave. Please.”

And with that, the ceremony abruptly ended. You couldn’t help but laugh at the professor’s exasperation as the crowd started to disperse, still buzzing with gossip.

Leona slid up next to you, his hand casually resting on your waist as you walked out of the hall together. “So, my right-hand man, huh?”

You shrugged. “Figured I might as well make it official.”

Leona smirked, leaning down to murmur in your ear, “Just don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

And then he kissed you. In front of everyone.

King Falena, witnessing this public display of territorial claims, just shook his head with a resigned sigh. “Well, as long as it’s official…” he muttered, casting an approving glance toward you. “Congratulations, I guess.”

Your parents were still in shock, but when they saw that it was a royal seal of approval, they immediately switched gears. “A royal job!” your mom whispered excitedly. “That’s so prestigious!”

With that, Leona tugged you away from the chaos, his arm never leaving your waist as you walked toward the exit. You glanced back one last time to see the heroine still staring blankly at the villainess, who had now looped her arm around her like it was the most normal thing in the world.

The head of the academy, now red in the face, shouted after you as you reached the door, “I SAID EVERYONE GO, FOR THE LOVE OF THE GREAT SEVEN!”

You walked out into the sunlight, trying not to laugh, while Leona leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he murmured smugly, “Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

It was a day like any other, except you were meeting the villainess in her newly acquired estate. She had officially taken over as the head of her family, and the new title suited her all too well. The whole place screamed, I am in charge, with a side of don’t even think about challenging me unless you want to cry in public. You admired the aesthetic.

The villainess greeted you with her usual regal flair, sweeping into the room like she’d been born to dominate it—which, to be fair, she had. She offered you tea, which you politely declined, sensing that this wasn’t just a casual catch-up.

"So, what's new with you, Lady Villainess?” you asked, leaning back, fully expecting some grand declaration about her political conquests or business victories.

She smiled—a dangerous, knowing smile that made you immediately suspicious. "Well, I wanted to tell you something rather... unexpected."

You raised an eyebrow. Unexpected? Coming from her? That had to be good.

"I'm dating the heroine," she said casually, sipping her tea as if she hadn't just dropped the biggest plot twist since the whole 'villainess takes over' arc.

You nearly choked on absolutely nothing, mouth hanging open in sheer disbelief. "Wait. What?"

She smiled serenely, her expression the perfect picture of innocence—which made it all the more ridiculous. “Yes, darling. The heroine and I are officially a couple.”

You blinked. “The same heroine who couldn’t tell a poisoned apple from a regular one if her life depended on it?”

“The very same.”

“The one who gets lost in her own estate if she turns too many corners?”

“Yes, that one.”

You couldn't help it. The sheer absurdity of the situation hit you, and you burst out laughing. "Oh, that is rich. How in the world did that happen?”

The villainess leaned back, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. “Oh, it was simple, really. I realized I was always drawn to her... naiveté. And once I stopped trying to sabotage her every move, well, things just fell into place.”

You were still laughing, shaking your head in disbelief. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you two, but this is the best thing I’ve heard in weeks.”

The villainess gave you a mock glare. “Don’t act so surprised. I’ve always had impeccable taste.”

“Oh, impeccable taste, huh?” you teased. “I just didn’t expect it to lead you straight to a walking ball of sunshine.”

“Well, someone needs to keep her from wandering into traffic.”

Still snickering, you stood up. “Alright, alright, I get it. You’re a saint for dealing with her.”

“I know,” she sighed dramatically, “but love makes us do ridiculous things.”

"Tell me about it," you muttered, still amused. You waved goodbye and promised to catch up later, your mind reeling from this new, absolutely hilarious development.

When you got back to the palace, you found Leona lounging in his usual spot, sprawled out on a couch like a lion that had just taken over the whole savannah. He barely glanced up as you walked in, already sensing the amused energy radiating off you.

“You’re grinning like an idiot,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “What happened?”

You plopped down next to him, barely containing your laughter. “You won’t believe this. The villainess is dating the heroine now.”

Leona’s eyes flicked open, and for a split second, he looked like he didn’t believe you. Then, slowly, a smirk spread across his face as he processed the information. “You’re messing with me.”

“Nope. Dead serious. They’re a couple now. In love.” You leaned in, grinning. “The villainess—ice queen herself—is head over heels for Miss Pure Sunshine.”

Leona actually chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Well, I’ll be damned. Never saw that one coming.”

“I know, right? It’s the most chaotic thing ever, and I am living for it.”

Leona’s smirk turned into a full-on grin, which was rare enough to be considered a national treasure. He shifted, sitting up slightly. “You think we’ll get an invite to the wedding?”

You snorted. “Oh, you bet. I’m going to be front row just to see how she manages to keep the heroine from accidentally setting her own dress on fire.”

Leona’s laugh rumbled low in his chest, and he reached out, grabbing your wrist. “Come here,” he ordered, tugging you toward him.

“What? No, I’ve got work to do,” you protested weakly, but your protests didn’t mean much when he effortlessly pulled you into his lap.

“Work can wait. This is more important,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms around you in a possessive hug that made it very clear you weren’t going anywhere.

You sighed, leaning into him. “You just want to cuddle, don’t you?”

“I want you to stop running around and actually relax for once,” he retorted, resting his chin on top of your head. “Besides, it’s not like the kingdom’s gonna fall apart if we take a break.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “I should get a promotion. I’m basically doing all the work around here.”

Leona chuckled again, his grip tightening just slightly. “Yeah, well, don’t let Falena hear that. He might actually make you his advisor, and then I’ll never get any alone time with you.”

You snorted. “Oh please, you’d just kidnap me from work if that happened.”

“Damn right,” he muttered, his voice low and satisfied. “You’re mine, remember?”

You felt your heart do that annoying flutter thing as Leona’s possessive tone settled over you. Even when he was being a lazy lion, he made you feel like the most important thing in his life. It was comforting—and kind of hilarious, considering how little he cared about everything else.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, and for once, you actually allowed yourself to relax, leaning into Leona’s warmth. His arms tightened around you again, and you could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest as he started to drift off into a nap, his grip never loosening.

As you closed your eyes, you couldn’t help but think that, despite all the absurdities in your life—from slipping on a plushie to your best friend falling in love with her former rival—you wouldn’t trade any of it. Not for the world.

And as Leona’s breath slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep, you allowed yourself a small, contented smile.

Life was chaotic. But it was also perfect.

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OH.MY.GOD. i absolutely loved ur nam-gyu fic it was actually insane, it was sooo juicy, so well written, so in character!!! i literally loved every single word i can’t stress this enough😫😫 please write more about nam-gyu!! i would also like to see a more loser side of him since in ur fic he was like sooo suave but i feel like he’s really just. some guy getting minimum wage to promote a fuckass club. ANYWAY! thank u so much!!!

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HEEEYYY!! Thank you soo much for your kind words, catch me crying sobbing and throwing up 😩😩. When I saw this request I got right to work I was so excited. Admittedly this was a bit challenging for me (I’m a sucker for the sugar daddy/sweet talker trope) but I tried my best and I hope you like it!! I had so much fuckin fun 🤭🤭🤭

Warnings: Smut (18+), drug usage, sex while under the influence, awkward! Nam-gyu, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, sex in a club, sex in a club bathroom, thigh fucking, choking, squiring, creampie

When you went to the club with your friends, on a Friday night with a plan to get fucked up and laid, they didn’t not think you were referring to the awkward club promoter who hung around the egotistic, purple haired rapper, Thanos, like a lap dog.

You were acquaintances with the rapper, he’s been frequenting the club you often find yourself at with your friends recently. Hell, he’s even bought your whole friend group rounds and rounds of shots- he’s even hit on you a couple times. But he was not your type.

The club promoter that was always next to him, black jacket over his hands, ringed fingers frequently coming up to cover his mouth, glaring at most people around, not trying to have every hot girl sit on his lap or dance on him like his purple haired counterpart part- now he was your type.

When Thanos showed up, beginning to frequent the club a few months ago, you saw more of the odd promoter on the club floor. You knew he worked there as a promoter but he always seemed to be in the back, preferring only the drugs of the scene rather than the whole scene itself.

A few weeks back when you found yourself at this same club, with Thanos walking over from his VIP table to buy your friends drinks, you finally asked him about the black haired shadow he seemed to have. “Oh him? That’s my boy Nam-su!!” Thanos said throwing an arm loosely around your shoulder. “You like him, he’s a charmer isn’t he?” Thanos drunkenly said looking back over to where ‘Nam-su’ was.

He was seated on the sofa, looking around erratically. He was glaring at pretty much anyone who came near him. No girls even looked his way. You and Thanos watched on as he leaned over the glass table in front of him and begins to snort a line of whatever substance was on the table.

Yeah, real charmer.

But something about him made you crave him. You wanted to fuck him. “Yeah….So his names Nam-su?” You ask again, trying to make sure you remember it. “Yep! That’s my boy Nam-Su!!!!!” Thanos calls out loudly, enough it’s apparently heard over the loud music by the so called ‘Nam-su’, who looks up and glares over at the two of you before rolling his eyes.

“Doesn’t look to happy does he?” You ask with an uneasy laugh. One of the bartenders who brings you a drink leans over the bar and laughs “That’s ‘cause that ain’t his name. His name is Nam-gyu.”

So there you found yourself that Friday with a goal in mind. You needed Nam-gyu. So after getting more than a few drinks in your system and your friend dragging you over to Thanos’ little group- you decided to put your plan in action.

He was currently sitting next to Thanos, rolling up a blunt, his hands shaking and his leg bouncing. Thanos was talking up some girls, having took the blunt that Nam-gyu originally rolled for him and Thanos; sharing it among the group of girls who threw themselves at the rapper.

He was pissed to say the least, the blunt he rolled now being wasted and not passed to him. He sat there a scowl on his face as he very obviously mumbled to himself, and conveniently there was a spot on the couch next to him.

You make your way over, sitting down next to him. He immediately looks up, looking at you like you’re crazy. Why the fuck were you coming over to him? He was never really a ladies man, sure he had experience but not with a woman such as yourself. You were way out of his league he thought.

You lean your elbow on your leg, resting your chin in your palm as you look at him. “Mind if I join?” You say in a sickly sweet voice, smiling at him. Instead of flirting or acting as suave as Thanos- he looks at you like you’re stupid.

You can practically read the ‘Why the fuck are you even near me, I’m not sharing my shit with you’ look. You can tell he really doesn’t even realize you’re flirting with him. You groan and reach into your bra, pulling out a bad of weed and a small bag of white powder. “Chill out, I’ll match with you.” You say laughing, offering the substances out.

This seems to catch his attention. He raises an eyebrow conspiratorially, “This isn’t going to get you on some pedestal with him, you’re better off dancing on him.” He says, and oh fuck his voice is so delicious, it’s wavering, a low tone, almost like he’s anxious to be talking to you, like he expects you to only be doing this to somehow get closer to the purple haired rapper.

You laugh, the sounds catches him of guard and makes he heart thump against his chest in a way he despises. “I’m not trying to get on some pedestal with him.” You say pointing over to Thanos, “If anything I’m trying to get on ‘some pedestal’ with you.” You finish, pointing to him.

The words make him think he’s hallucinating, he’s questioning how much drugs he’s done tonight. He’s never been with a girl like you, he’s not even sure he’d know what to do with himself.

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” He mumbles taking your bad of weed from you. He inspects it, like he’s expecting you to hand him some trash weed. “It’s not weak shit, ‘s good.” You say pointing to it as he takes a nug out and inspects it.

“I dunno. Girls like you usually have shit weed.” He grumbles. You furrow your eyebrows and scoff. “The fucks that supposed to mean?” You ask, he doesn’t answer, only responding with another question of his own, “Can you roll?” He asks it like he already knows the answer and you can’t.

He really was not the ladies man. No wonder you didn’t ever see him leaving the club with a female companion. You decide to not answer him, instead just reaching over to grab your weed back from him. He assumes that you’re gonna take your stash and leave but you don’t.

You grab the cigar off the tray in front of him, the one he was about to begin to roll when you showed up. Beginning to split it, your nails run down the cigar breaking it open dumping the tobacco onto the rolling tray into the pile already accumulated by the past blunts smoked by the group.

He watches on, surprised by how well you do it. He wasn’t too impressed by the girls Thanos usually had rolling- but you? Well it made him less uneasy. But he was still so awkward next to you.

You could see him out of the corner of your eye, beginning to break down the weed with hands that would not stop shaking. Admittedly you loved the visual, his long slender fingers rolling the weed to break it down, adorned with a couple silver rings, it was a real treat. But it was so interesting to see him work like that, like he truly had no idea you actually found him attractive.

You reach over to grab some of the weed he was breaking down, purposefully running your hand along his, your manicured nails dancing along the top of his hand. It makes him freeze, you can see him tense up. You draw your hand back to begin to fill the wrap with the weed you picked up. You think maybe you’re shit out of luck- that he really wasn’t interested. But, when you look up to his face his eyes are trained on where the feeling of your fingers lingered on his hand and the corner of his bottom lip was caught in his teeth.

“I’m not gonna bite y’know…” You say in a soft sweet tone, scooting closer to him so your thighs press against his. You’re shoulder to shoulder. “I know..” he mumbles in response, dusting his hands off and then leaning his elbows on his knees. He’s sat forward, arms hanging down between his knees.

His eyes turn towards you, anxiously darting around your face, tracing the column of your neck, to your collar bone, to where your super low cut dress digs into the swell of your breasts, making it look like your tits we’re nearly ready to fall out of the dress, then down lower to where his eyes lock on to where your bare thigh presses against him.

His eyes then watch on as you expertly roll the blunt, tucking it into itself. You leave a part of it unrolled, your tongue coming out to lick at the blunt. He thinks his heart stopped or maybe his heart beat is all the way in his dick- he doesn’t know. But he watches as your tongue slowly lathes over the wrap, it’s like you’re putting on a show that was only for him. He can feel himself getting uncomfortably hot.

You finish, your eyes turning towards him as you fold down the flap, sealing the blunt, and then passing it over to him. “Is it up to your standards, sir?” You say teasingly, leaning towards him a bit more. You can see the way his Adam’s Apple bobs when he swallows thickly when the nickname falls from your lips.

He brings one of his hands up to his mouth, dragging the skin down, like you would literally be the death of him- like he’s trying to compose himself. You really haven’t done much and you already seem to have an effect on him- oh you’re fucking him tonight.

He snatches the blunt from you, inspecting it. He hated to admit it was good, maybe even better than the ones he would roll, but he wouldn’t tell you that. “‘S good enough.” He says and shrugs. “Woooow” you say laughing, “I see how it is…tough crowd.”

He puts the blunt in his mouth and grabs a lighter. He looks ungodly good with the blunt hanging loosely from his lip as he searches for a lighter. He looks to the table to try and find the lighter he brought- it wasn’t there. Maybe in his pocket? His hands pat the pocket of his jacket and jeans, it wasn’t there.

Then you’re leaning over him, flicking a lighter that you brought and lighting the blunt. When he begins to inhale, his eyes lock with yours, taking in the way you look against the red-orange hue of the flame. When the blunt is lit, you flick the lighter off and slowly lean back.

“Thanks.” He mumbles, settling back into the couch and hitting the blunt. As the smoke slowly flows out of his mouth, he hands the blunt out to you. You move to lean on the back of the couch, one arm propped up. Your chest was pressed into his as you lean even closer to him to grab the blunt. As you put it to your mouth and inhale your eyes never leave his.

He looks at you as if you’re a puzzle he’s trying to solve. Here you were, all up on him, in a cute little leather dress and heels that looked like they were more than his rent for a month, all with a pretty little face to match.

You let the smoke sit in your mouth before letting slip past your lips only the smallest bit before inhaling through your nose. He could feel himself become hot, shifting his hips forward on the couch to adjust his cock that begins to swell against his thigh.

“So you’re a promoter here?” You ask, and suddenly he seems to connect the dots (or at least he thinks he does). You probably wanted free drinks or a vip booth or free cover, but all that- anything he gives out, comes out of his pocket and he hardly had money for the weed he was smoking now.

“Yeah. But I can’t get you free cover, or drinks, or a VIP band.” He says curtly, inhaling from the blunt you handed back to him. You scoff, a bit offended he felt so little of you but with the people he hangs around, and the girls of the scene; you can’t blame him for thinking that.

“I don’t care about that. Was just tryin’ to make conversation with you.” You say pouting. He quirks up an eyebrow and laughs, “Okay, humor me..” he says turning to lean closer to you, “then why are you talking to me, you didn’t want my drugs, you don’t want to get closer to Thanos, don’t want free drinks or VIP, what the fuck could you possibly want from me?”

You take the blunt back as he passes it, inhaling before speaking, “Simple. You’re hot. I wanna fuck.” You say shrugging. He’s not even hitting the blunt and he chokes, sitting up straight and looking at you wide eyed like he hallucinated the whole thing. You laugh at his reaction, it’s a genuinely loud laugh that has you clutching your stomach.

“You…what?” He asks, his voice unsure, like you’re speaking a different language. He did not expect those words. you giggle again, “Here, I’ll put it a different way….” You muse as you lean closer, your faces inches apart. “I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me.” You say annunciating every word, your free hand that is resting against the back of the couch reaching out to play with a strand of his hair.

“Yeah, okay..” he says swallowing and nodding excitedly. “Let’s go.” He finishes. You shake your head “We still got nearly a whole blunt to finish, we’re not leaving anywhere just yet.” You grin, your hand holding up the blunt. He looks at you like a kicked puppy, pouring.

You roll your eyes “So eager. We can have a little fun while it finishes, everyone here is busy themselves or drugged out of their mind.” You coo to him, he looks at you confused. You laugh softly to yourself, your free hand grabbing the hand that’s resting on his bouncing leg that’s close to you. You guide his hand to your inner thigh, dragging it up your flesh until his pinky finger is brushing against your clothed pussy.

His breath catches in his throat, fuck, you’d be the death of him. His hand turns, his fingers almost immediately fall into a rhythm of rubbing up and down your cunt over your panties. It makes you bite your lip and nod in approval, the small movement of praise and the feeling of your warm cunt beginning to soak through your panties onto his finger makes his cock swell to a large tent in his jeans one that was impossible to hide.

You remove your hand from over his, reaching over to grip his cock over his jeans, massaging the bulge. His head throws back, landing against the back of the couch. “Come on now..” you say, emphasizing your words with a particularly hard squeeze, “still gotta be with it enough to hit the blunt.” You tease handing it over to him.

He doesn’t lift his head, instead he reaches out blindly to grip your hand, fingers wrapping around your hand to find the blunt. He grips it, pulling it to his mouth. You let out a surprised squeak when his hand moves to push your panties to the side, his fingers returning to your bare cunt.

When he feels the warmth of your bare pussy against his hand he lets out a moan around the blunt that he pulls from his mouth. His fingers dip into your folds, just feeling you. You’re already beginning to get wet, allowing his fingers to move easily as he begins to spread your arousal around.

You pass the blunt back and forth, never stopping your ministrations on each other. You couldn’t help but to grind against his hand, catching your clit on his palm with every roll of your hips. You’re dripping over his hand, only making him even more desperate for anything you’re willing to give him. He doesn’t say anything, he literally thinks he couldn’t if he even tried.

Your hand continues to massage his clothed erection, your hand moving up and down over the fabric, cupping the girth of his cock. You knew the possibility of someone looking on and seeing the two of you was high, but the idea only made you wetter. You knew it would be quite a show, and anyone who saw it would be too drunk or high to remember it the next day. So if they wanted to look on, let them.

When you let the last hit you took roll out over your mouth and look over to him to pass him the blunt, you’re met with a delightful sight. He’s leaned back in the couch, head thrown back as he takes the blunt. His legs are spread wide, hips rolling up to meet your hand.

When he hands the blunt back to you, you realize it’s basically at the end of its life so you’re putting it out on the ash tray and scooting closer to him. Your nose trails up his neck until your lips reach his earlobe. “The blunt’s done.” As soon as the words left your mouth his head shoots up and he turns to you.

His eyes trace over your face frantically as if he’s searching for some sign that you backed out of the idea you proposed. “Still wanna fuck?” You ask simply, playing with a silver chain that he has around your neck. He nods frantically, “God, yes..” he says breathlessly.

You giggle and pull him into you by his jacket. When you kiss him you can feel him tense up a bit, he takes a second to relax and when he does he’s melting into you. His lips move with yours, a little messy but it’s so desperate and eager you don’t even care. You’re pulling him impossibly closer to you, your tongue snaking into his mouth.

You begin to stand off the couch, pulling him with you so you two don’t break. When he’s standing fully his hands are on you, on your waist, on your ass, just feeling you. You were like the many porno mags and videos he’s jacked off to, nothing like anyone he’s actually fucked before.

He hardly could pay for his apartment so he normally worked over time at the club you found yourself in for overtime that was hardly worth it. So the girls he usually fucked were shitty hook ups in the ally or even using a glory hole that’s in the club, but you? You were a whole new caliber for him and he wanted to make every moment of it.

You pull away panting, he’s the same. “C’mon.” You simply say and drag him off to the back hallway of the club where the bathrooms were. Once you make it to the hallway, you’re back on him, kissing him with a fury as you guide the two of you into the ladies bathroom.

You two fumble through the door, crashing into the wall of the bathroom. His mouth is doing wonders, you’re addicted to the feeling of his lips on yours and he is the exact same.

The kiss is desperate, like he’s worried you’ll rip away from him and go off into the crowd of the club never to be seen again. You pull him into one of the stalls of the bathroom by the fabric of his shirt. When you have him in one of the bathroom stalls you’re pushing him backwards, his back collides with door, closing the stall.

You’re thankful that the bathroom was decently clean, sure the walls were covered in graffiti and there was most certainly a glory hole carved into the wall of the stall- but the toilets and floor were free of piss and vomit- which is why you picked the girls bathroom in the first place, hoping to get the better end of the bargain between pick of bathrooms.

His hand drops from your hip, reaching behind him to fumble with the lock of the stall, latching it in place. His hand is back on your hip, like he needed to feel you and any moment away from you is like he’d die. You pull away from his lips and you swear you could cum from the facial expression he has alone. His eyebrows are upturned in desperation, his mouth parted as he try’s to catch his breath.

You don’t give him time to, your lips begin to trail down his jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses as you move down his neck. His grip on your hips is like a vice, his nails beginning to leave crescent shaped marks where they dig into the leather fabric of your dress.

His hands move around your back and down gripping at the leather of your dress to pull it up over your ass. His hands are against your flesh almost instantly, meeting your ass and gripping at the flesh, squeezing it and kneading it in his large hands

You could feel his pulse as you kissed along the side of his neck, it was erratic and hard, like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. You nipped and sucked at his pale skin, leaving red and purple hues in your wake. Marking him as yours.

“Y-you’re a fucking minx..” he says breathlessly, his head kicked back against the bathroom door. You bite particularly hard at his shoulder, he grits his teeth and growls, a sound that makes your cunt throb. One of his hands pulls back to slap your ass, it’s a hard, sharp sting; the sound resounding through the bathroom. You moan against his skin and arch back into his hands.

He lets out a breathless laugh, like he truly can’t believes that you are on him right now. He wasn’t a virgin, far from it. But the girls he was with were never anything to write home about, always a drugged out one-night stand, him usually doing all the work for her to only do the bare minimum if it meant the girl got drugs.

But you? Oh fuck. He genuinely thought he was dreaming.

“Mhm…I know…” you mumble out between giggles. Your hands run up his chest and up to his shoulders, beginning to push the jacket he had on off his shoulders. He beats you to it though, he’s so eager.

He shoves his jacket he was wearing off his shoulders, taking it off and grabbing it, beginning to move to throw it over the bathroom stall. But you grab it moving to bunch it up and toss it on the ground between you two. “Bitch, what the-“ you can see him about to begin to scold you for dropping his jacket to the floor, his voice angered. But he’s cut off when you drop to your knees

“Oh…” he breathes out, looking down at you in awe. “Yeah, ‘oh’” you mock with a giggle, your hands running up his thighs, and then trailing inward to grip at the bulge in his jeans. Your smile widens as you hear the choked gasp he lets out. “For someone who was so callous and cold with me up until a couple of minutes ago, you’re really hard aren’t you?” You say looking up at him.

He lets out a sound that resembles a growl, looking down at you with the same angry stare but his eyebrows are turned up, the telltale sing of his desperation he’s trying to hide. You make quick work of undoing his button and zipper. You pull his pants and underwear down just enough to free his cock.

You figured he’d be packing, but fuck. He was long and heavy, veins running along the underside in tantalizing lines. It has your mouth watering.

“Fuck you’re huge..” you praise as you run your hands up and down his thighs, leaning in to place gentle kisses along the side, starting at the base of his cock and working your way up. “You’re a dream..” he mumbles out, more to himself than you. It makes you giggle, pulling away before placing a kiss on the tip of his cock, your tongue coming out to lap at the bead of pre-cum that beads at his red and angry tip.

“No, ‘m real.” You hum, placing another kiss to the underside of his tip. He shudders. You turn your head to the side, sticking your tongue out and pressing his cock to it. You slide your tongue back and forth a few times, wetting his cock. “What’s it gonna take for me to prove I’m real?” You say looking up at him with a pout, as you speak your lips brush against his dick.

“Hmm, I know! Fuck my throat.” You say with a grin, looking up at him. You watch as he bites his bottom lip, a muffled moan coming out of his throat. “That should make you know this isn’t a dream.” You giggle as you part your lips, slowly slinking down onto his cock.

When he passes through your soft lips and into your warm mouth his stomach tenses, a groan coming through his closed mouth. You move your head down, taking more of his thick cock into your mouth. Your tongue flattening to lick at the veins on the underside of his dick.

His eyes finally open, looking down at the sight below him and letting out the breath he had been holding. He reaches down, cupping your face to feel how stretched out your jaw was- yet you’re taking him so well. His hand moves to the back of your head, beginning to guide you up and down his cock. Your eyes never stop looking up at him, taking him in your throat so fucking well.

If he were to die right here and now, he would be a happy man. The heaven that was your mouth was something he didn’t know he was aching for, for what seemed like years; even if he just met you- like the solace that was your mouth was the answer to all his problems.

And so he began to take it out on you. Which is just what you wanted. Both his hands meet at your head, cradling your skull as he begins to thrust his cock into your throat. You brace your hands against his thighs, pushing his jeans and underwear down further so you can rest skin to skin.

His hands push you down his cock, letting out a strangled groan as your tongue lathes over the entirety of his dick as he begins to draw it in and out of your warm, wet mouth. His head is thrown back against the stall, his mouth parted, letting all the little gasps and whines he’s letting out be heard for anyone in the bathroom.

His head lolls to the side, his eyes that were screws shut open to look down at you and when he catches your gaze he lets out a breathless gasp, “H-hah….you sure know how to suck cock don’t you?” He rasps out, trying to seem unfazed but his shaky words give him away.

You purposefully begin to make filthy slurping sounds, head pushing down farther than his hands were pushing you. You’re opening your mouth as wide as you can, sinking almost all the way down. You never break eye contact. He watches as your tongue slips past your lips, even with a mouthful of cock, a trail of your saliva beginning to drop from the pink muscle.

All he can think about is the feeling that your tongue would offer his balls and the tightness of your throat around the entirety of his cock. So his hands meet the back of your head again, and push you the rest of the way down.

He’s hunched over you, pressing your nose to his pelvic bone. Your tongue runs over his heavy balls, your throat swallowing around him, it’s an unearthly feeling. His hips grind his cock into your mouth, shivering at the feeling of your warm tongue and wet spit covering his balls and making a complete mess of him.

He pulls you off of his cock by the back of your hair, looking down at you like you just gave him the secret of the universe, “How the fuck do you do that…” he asks in an awkward tone, genuinely baffled, his voice shaking. It makes you laugh, your need for him only growing stronger with his awkward quips.

“I dunno..” you shrug, a trail of spit connecting your plush lips to the tip of his cock. Your tongue darts out to lick at the string, disconnecting it. One of your hands lifts up to begin to pump his cock. Your spit that coats his girth only serving as extra lubrication for every flick of your wrist. “I just do it..” you mumble, looking up at him innocently.

He tosses his head back, both of his hands coming up to drag his face as he groans, trying to catch his breath that he swears you stole from him. “Holy fuck…” he groans to himself, you really are too much for him.

With your hand still moving up and down his cock you place your mouth back on his tip, swirling your tongue around it to collect the salty pre-cum that is spilling endlessly out of his slit. His hand clasps over his mouth as he lets out a choked moan, his other hand coming to rest on the top of your head, gently guiding your movements once more. “Y-you’re so fucking good at this…” he pants out, his hips beginning to thrust into your mouth.

You accept it gratefully, your mouth dropping open wide and taking him deep in your mouth. His eyebrows turn upward as he realizes you really are letting him truly fuck your mouth. He reaches his shaky hands down, cradling the sides of your skull and holding you still as he thrusts brutally into the warm tightness of your throat.

You’re choking around him, even forcing spit out of your mouth to make it infinitely more messy. He looks down at you with clenched teeth, his bottom lip becoming caught between his teeth as he continues his pace, the tip of his cock slipping past the tight ring of your throat every time he surges forward.

He can feel himself getting close, but he doesn’t want to cum in your mouth. No, he’s going to savor this, he wanted to cum deep in your pussy.

He’s grabbing the back of your hair and hauling you to a standing position. You’re spun around and pushed up against the wall of the bathroom stall, his hands are working to bunch your dress even higher. He’s running his hands along your stomach and then down lower. His hands grip at your inner thighs, pulling your ass back against him as he rocks his hard length between the valley of your ass.

You’re panting breathless, your hands braced against the stall as you push back against him. You shake your ass a little, whining when you feel his cock slip down between your thighs. “Close ‘em.” He growls, his hands moving to your hips. You do as he says.

A high pitched whine comes out of your mouth when you feel him begin to draw his hips back, running the length of his cock between the lips of your cunt. Every time he surges his hips forward his thick cock-head catches your clit in the most delicious way.

You can feel your cunt wetting his cock as he fucks your thighs, helping him to slide his cock even more. With his forehead resting against your shoulder blade, you’re hearing every pant, groan, and moan that falls out of his lips. And fuck does he sound so good.

“So fuckin’ wet.” He groans out, his hands holding your hips in a bruising grasp. He shifts his hips ever so slightly, the top of his cock grinding up against your clit, moving back and forth in short motions to keep his throbbing cock-head against your puffy clit. “Please, want you inside me…” you cry out, your eyes looking back over your shoulder. He groans, his hands grip harder at your hips, his movements stalling like he’s trying to contain himself from burying his cock balls deep inside you right then.

“Lemme feel you some more..your thighs are so soft” he says lowly, his head picking up from your shoulder to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. His movements continue, “feels so fuckin good, perfect fucking cunt…so soft…” For someone who wasn’t very talkative when you first met, he’s sure running his mouth now. And oh my god, you love it.

He shifts again so he can run your pussy along the entire length of his dick. Your cunt weeps around him, making an obscene mess between your thighs. He’s panting heavily against your neck, lips beginning to kiss along your neck in messy sporadic movements.

All you can do is helplessly rut your hips back against him, dragging your pussy along his cock as he thrusts. It feels so fucking good, every time his tip hits your clit you’re jolting against him. One of his hands moves from your hip up to the top of your dress. He stretches the fabric down, your tits spill out from the fabric, and one of them is instantly grabbed by his hand. He’s squeezing the flesh like it’s a life line.

“Holy fuck…” you call out in a shuddering breath, your knees beginning to feel weak. “Please, f-fuck put it in.” You beg, your head tilting to nudge his face, he tilts his head up and latches his lips onto yours. The kiss is mostly tongue, it’s frenzied and messy but it’s so so hot. He pulls away with a grunt “Fucking impatient.”

He shoves you into the bathroom stall by the back of your shoulder. Your tits are pressed into the cold metal of the stall as he grips the base of his cock, dragging it up and down your pussy, collecting your arousal on the head of his dick.

It’s a phenomenal feeling and when he looks down, one of his hands gripping one side of your ass and pulling, the sight that greets him is even better. Your sopping, wet cunt is clenching around nothing, pushing more arousal out onto his cock. He circles the tip of his cock around your entrance, he sucks in a deep breath- he genuinely has to gather himself so he doesn’t shoot his load right there on your spread pussy, as much as that would be a great sight.

When the head of his cock begins to sink into your tight hole you both let out shuddering gasps. And when he cants his hips forward ever so slightly, his fat tip sinking fully into your cunt with an audible ‘pop’, both of you let out moans.

“F-fuck you’re so t-tight.” His voice is wavering, shaky, desperate- it has you going insane. It’s like you’re squeezing the life out of his cock, and you were. He swore your greedy cunt was sucking him in. His hips surge forward, sinking further into your sopping walls, his arms leave your hips to wrap fully around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“O-oh my fu-fucking god.” You sob out, it felt like he was splitting you open, but you wanted, needed, more. You’re forcing your hips backwards, making his cock sink into you more. He lets out a surprised gasp, his arms tightening around you as he hisses through clenched teeth, “F-fuck!! S-slow down, girl. S-shit.”

You can’t help the fucked-out grin that spreads across your face as you hear him, it’s a desperate plea, like the consuming squeeze of your cunt would be the death of him. You don’t listen, instead you push your hips back one final time, your ass becoming flush with his hips and thighs.

When his cock is sheathed fully in your spasming cunt he lets out a choked groan, arms squeezing around you so tight you damn near thought you’d break. And you echo, the feeling of the entirety of his cock is so intense. You’re feel like you’re split open, speared on his cock. You swear you can feel the tip of his cock press softly against your cervix.

“Y-you’re so big…” you say breathlessly, eyes rolling so far back you swore you could see your skull. You try to begin moving your hips against him, but he squeezes you even tighter- a squeak coming out of you, your movements halted. “Don’t you dare….” He rasps, his chest heaving against your back, “…fucking move.”

He’s holding you still, he has to regain some ground before you begin to fuck yourself back against him. He’s thinking anything he can to get his mind off of cumming deep into your cunt here and now. He can feel your walls spasming around him, greedily sucking him in like it’s coaxing him to thrust into you.

He sits there a couple moments before unwrapping his arms from your waist and leaning back, his hands finding purchase on your ass. He draws his hips back, the delicious drag of his cock pulling out of your cunt has you resting your head against the wall, hands curling into fists then flattening again as your tried to grasp at something to keep you on this plane of existence.

He draws his cock so just the tip rests in your pussy before slamming back in. He lets out a choked groan, the feeling of your messy walls coating his cock with your syrupy arousal and squeezing around him like a vice is better than any drug he’s ever tried- and he’s tried a lot.

“Tightest fucking c-cunt…” he rasps, his hips positioning into you at a brutal pace, the plush of your ass recoiling against his thighs with every thrust. “Where the f-fuck have you b-been..” he says between thrusts, his breath heavy, “…all this fucking time.” His thrusts are erratic, sloppy even, but it’s so so so good.

You can feel your cunt gush around his dick, with every thrust his cock kisses your cervix in a pleasurable pressure that has you rocking back against him harder. “H-harder, f-fuck, harder!” You cry out, one of your hands coming down to play with your clit.

He sees this and leans back over you, swatting your hand away before replacing it with his. His thrusts speed up, becoming rougher, his cock abusing your cunt. “I-if that’s what you need I want t-to be the one to do it..” he whines into your ear. It has you moaning, arching into his touch and creaming around him even more.

His fingers dance along your clit, the soft feeling of your pussy is surely going to be something he remembers for days to come. You’re so wet his hand slides effortlessly around your silky bud. “I-I’ve fucking dreamed of a pussy like this…” he moans into your hear, his hips jackhammering into you. Every messy thrust creates a wet splashing sound as your arousal coats his thighs and your ass.

All you can do is nod helplessly against the bathroom stall, your hand gripping at his wrist as his fingers work against your sloppy cunt. “And you’re fucking creamin’ around me so much, makin’ such a fuckin’ mess…” his words broken up by his moans, “You’re like right out of a f-fucking porno…” he adds with a particularly high pitched whine as you bare down on him hard.

The compliment is awkward but you couldn’t help it, the idea of him alone in his apartment fisting his dick desperately to porn videos he could only dream of reenacting, and now he’s living it- made you tumble closer to the edge more than you cared to admit.

“F-fuck I’m close.” You sob out, your hand gripping his wrist in a vice like grip as his fingers dance along your clit, massaging it between his two fingers before going back to drawing circles, “H-holy f-fuck I can feel it, squeezing my cock so fucking t-tight.” He choked out, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder as he draws his hips all the way back to only to let them back forwards, slamming into balls deep.

“C-cum in me please, fuck I-i need to feel it.” When the words fall from your lips he lets out a choked sob, “F-fucking h-hell yes, fuck yes I will..” he says, almost like you answered a silent prayer he had. His fingers working faster against your puffy clit, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he pounds your puffy cunt.

“Gonna c-cum so fuckin deep in you…” he groans out, his lips ghosting along your earlobe. You nod desperately, “P-please, oh god, please!” You cry out, the worry of people hearing you is long gone.

His hand that wasn’t playing with your clit leaves your hip to travel up to grab your neck. He squeezes, pulling you up and back against him. It makes his cock drive impossibly deeper. You moan out, it’s a strangled sound that only makes his hips piston up harder into you.

With his fingers working faster against your clit, his cock pile driving your poor cunt, and his hand grasping at your throat enough to make your vision go hazy- you’re hurling towards a powerful orgasm in a split second

You cum and you cum hard. You let out a high pitched moan, your cunt squeezing and baring down on his cock like you’re trying to milk him, almost forcing him out of your pussy with how hard you’re pulsating. And you look down in shock when your release gushes out of you in a violent stream.

“O-oh my god…you’re fucking squirting.” He exclaims breathlessly, still working his fingers against you and thrusting his thick cock into you spraying your cum everywhere. It floods around his cock and sprays to the floor. You shake against him, crying out as you continue to cum. And he’s right behind you.

The sound he lets out is sinful, something that you wish you could have recorded. You feel each thick spurt of cum flood the inside of your cunt in. It’s so warm, filling you up even further than you already are.

His hips rut against you, trying to fuck his cum deeper into you. Your head falls back against his shoulder, your body violently shaking against him. When you look down you see the bathroom tiles are flooded with your release. You can also see the cum that drips out of you onto his cock, covering his balls with even more of a mess.

He drops his hand from your neck to your waist holding you against him as he falls forward, his other hand resting against the bathroom stall, your own hand falling right under his to also steady yourself as your two stand there breathless. You’re sure if he wasn’t holding you up by your waist you’d fall boneless to the floor.

You look back down to where you to connect, the floor covered in a debauched mix of both your cum. You let out a whimper when you watch a thick glob of his cum fall out from you and onto the floor with a ‘plap’ sound.

“You filled me so much cum…” you whine, hips rolling against him. He squeezes you, “Keep s-still, f-fuck.” He hisses, his softening dick over sensitive in your tight pussy. “You fucking milked me….” He retorts, “s’not my fault.” He mumbles.

“Would it be too late to ask for your phone number or was this like a one off thing or…” he begins to ramble. “I let you cum in me, you made me squirt- I’m getting your fucking phone number.” You say laughing. “O-okay good.” He sighs against you.

You think he’s about to pull out, allow you to get dressed and be on your way but no. His hips begin to rock into yours again, “C-can I please make you squirt again… I wanna see it.” He begs, his nose running against your neck.

And when he asks like that, a whiney lilt to his voice. How could you say no?

im literally having so much fun getting through these requests. Requests are still open they will just take some time!!

Next up I got another nam-gyu smut (this time he’s ROUGH!!! Yall like omg the stuff im writing is filthy).

And we also have so much love for the original thangyu request so I got a couple requests for that coming up 😩😩

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ERIC’S AOL SURVEY

Full name: i’m not saying that on tumblr

Nicknames: fawn, janeypoo but only one of my friends rlly call me that

Birthplace: northern virginia

Birthday: may 10th, 2006

Where Do You Live Now?: northern virginia

Parent(s): i have a mommy and a daddy

Sibling(s): i have two younger sisters and an older half brother

Looks: long black hair, pale to medium skin tone, brown eyes

Favorite Animal(s): cats, deers, hamsters, snails

Favorite TV Show(s): i don’t really watch tv

Favorite Kind(s) Of Music: kpop, industrial, emo, metal, indie any alternative genre really, i also really like edm and hyperpop

Favorite Movie(s): heathers, scott pilgrim, bones and all, zero day

School: community college

Future School: idk yet

Future Job: idk maybe a nurse or a lawyer

Boyfriend/Girlfriend: no

Best Buds: my cousin

Favorite Candy: trollis gummy worms, sour spaghetti, swedish candy

Hobbies: video games, movies, trying to start skateboarding

Things You Collect: columbine paraphernalia, kpop albums and vinyls

Do You Have A Personal Phone Line: yes

Favorite Body Part Of The Opposite Sex?: hair, back, armpits lol

Any Tattoos And Where Of What?: i have no tattoos

Piercing(s) And Where?: i have a nostril piercing, a septum piercing and earlobe piercing

What Do You Sleep in?: whatever random shirt i can find and pajama pants i haven’t washed in 4 months

Do you like Chain Letters: no

Best Advice: life is too short to try and be mysterious, just be open about who you are

Favorite Quotes: i don’t really have any tbh

Non-sport Activity You Enjoy: video games

Dream Car: volkswagen beetle

Favorite Thing To Do In Spring: sit outside for no reason

What's Your Bedtime: whenever i go to bed

Where Do You Shop?: mainly brandy melville, pacsun, hot topic/spencers and hollister

Coke or Pepsi: coke zero or diet coke

Favorite Thing(s) To Wear?: big hoodies, babydoll tops, my style changes alot tho

Favorite Subject(s) In School?: english or history

Favorite Color(s): pink, black, red, blue

Favorite People To Talk To Online: my online group of friends

Root-Beer or Dr. Pepper?: both ?

Do You Shave?: only when i know im gonna be nude/partially nude

Favorite Vacation Spot(s): japan, any place with a beach

Favorite Family Member(s): my aunt on my moms side

Did You Eat Paint Chips When You Were a Kid?: no but i ate paper

Favorite CD you own: my slipknot cd

The ONE Person Who You Hate The Most: this guy that bullied me in school from 1st grade to high school

Favorite Food(s): korean bbq, mexican food, loaded fries, i also really enjoy sukkari dates

Who ls The Hottest Guy or Girl In The World?: it changes a lot for me depending who i’m hyperfixated on at the moment

What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing?: ceaser or italian dressing from olive garden

When You Die, Do You Wanna Be Buried or Burned Into Ashes?: i’d prefer to be cremated but my family doesn’t approve of it so i know im probably gonna end up being buried

Do You Believe In Aliens?: of course, i think it’s very self centered to think we are the only intelligent species in the entire universe

If You Had The Chance To Professionally Do Something, What would You Do?: i don’t have any goals lol

Things You Obsess Over: true crime/school shooters, ethel cain, aquariums, over explaining everything

Favorite Day of the Week: i like saturday

A Teacher You Hate:my bio 101 professor from last semester

Favorite Disney Movie: tangled, the little mermaid or the muppets

What Is Your Favorite Season?: fall and spring

What Toppings Do You Like On Your Pizza?: i usually only really eat cheese pizza

Do You Like Your School Food Itself (As In The District Food): no community college food sucks

If You Could Live Anywhere, Where Would You Live?: i’d love to live in oregon or colorado but somewhere with nice weather like hawaii would be cool

Favorite Thing(s) To Do On Weekends: bedrot, go to the mall

Favorite Thing(s) To Get Clean up: i like sweeping the floor (i dont understand the question lol)

Favorite Magazine(s): i don’t read magazines

Favorite Flower(s): lilys even tho they’re toxic for cats :/, lily of the valley, and peonies

Favorite Number(s): 27, it feels good

Favorite Ice Cream flavor(s): i like sorbets mainly but i love peppermint chip ice cream during the winter

What Kind of Guys/Girls Are You Attracted to?: i’m mainly attracted to guys and girls that are actual losers lol, i like when they don’t go outside or have irl friends, have messy long hair that covers their eyes a little, also they need to be some kind of mentally ill or else i get bored

What's Your Most Embarrassing Moment?: i have too many to count

If You Could Change One Thing About Yourself What Would It be?: one thing id change is that i would choose to become neurotypical, im decent with my appearance but i dont like how my brain works/makes me feel

Do You Eat Breakfast First Then Brush Your Teeth or Brush first ten eat breakfast: i brush my teeth first but i don’t eat breakfast

Favorite Time of Day: evening or late night

Can A Guy and Girl Be Just "Best Friends?": ehhh i think it really depends on the dynamic but i don’t think they can necessarily be BEST friends, close friends are different tho tbh

Do You Ask The Girl / Guy Out Or Do You Wait For Them To Come To You?: depends how cute i think they are, im usually too nervous to make the first move but i know they wouldn’t approach me first so

Do You Mind Paying For Sex?: yeah you’ll never catch me paying for sex or nudes

What's The Most Important thing In Someone's Personality: i think the way they act when nobody is around is important, because then i think it shows who they are authentically rather than putting up an act in front of a crowd

Do you have a pager or cell phone?: cell phone

Favorite Sport: i don’t like sports

What Was the Best Gift You Ever Received?: i dont like gifts they make me uncomfortable

How Long Did This Letter Take You To Finish?: took me about 10 minutes ?

What Did You Listen To While Completing It?: the creaking noises my house makes for some reason

Are you or would you like to be married in the near future (next 5 years)?: i would like to be married but i dont know if it’ll happen for me realistically, i dont think anyone can love me for the rest of our lives im just simply too awful

Don't u just hate how psychics never win the lottery?: yeah it actually makes 0 sense how do yk how many kids I’ll have but ur bitch ass doesn’t know the lottery numbers ???

#tcc tumblr #tcc columbine #columbine 1999 #eric and dylan #eric columbine

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ya-fbr · 2 years ago

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i started watching the movies (for the first time) after finishing reading the hobbit and lotr, and here is my take on the thirteen dwarves' design after seeing an unexpected journey:

thorin. why does he look like a model? it's not exactly uncanny valley (like a certain other drawf i will be mentioning later), but he still looks instantly out of place among most dwarves. i wish they at least did something wild to his beard. but he does look cool and my gay ass isn't immune to a hot guy, even if he probably shouldn't be hot, so i'll give you that. 6/10

balin. WHY IS HE SO FUCKING OLD? this feels like a hate crime. he is literally canonically younger than thorin, and he looks like he is one foot in the grave. like, i understand that they are both a little under 200 years old at this point, but pick a fucking struggle?? either make thorin look like an old wrinkly man as well, or make balin look younger. also, the design itself is boring as fuck. 2/10

bofur. this one is my favourite. he looks very cozy but also a little scary. he could be heading out the back with an axe to chop some wood for a nice little fireplace. he could also be an axe murderer. he's actually the sweetest dwarf you'll ever meet. he reminds me of my grandpa. 11/10

kíli. WHY THE FUCK IS HE YASSIFIED? he literally looks like what i imagined aragorn to look like while reading lotr. he barely has a beard, his hair is just... long. this is some fucking guy. not a dwarf. i do not care that he has a romance plot - you don't need to yassify a dwarf for him to be in a relationship with an elf, just ask gimli. 0/10

fíli. this is a solid design of a younger dwarf. he has more braids in his hair than i can count. he has a weird long ass mustache and it's also braided. i can see him growing into a more unhinged look that most dwarves clearly have as he becomes older. but i do feel like he was cleaned up a little for a lesser contrast between him and his brother. 7/10

ori. he looks very cute. his design instantly makes him stand out and i feel like i already know his personality just by looking at him (which is great for a trilogy with such a huge cast). he's a silly little dwarf. perhaps a little naive. must be protected. 10/10

nori. somehow, i feel like this was the last design they worked on. what is going on on that head. is he the inventor of middle earth hairspray? if he is, he's doing the worst possible thing he could with it. this isn't quirky or interesting - it just looks bad. the beard is kind of cool, but there is still something off with it. 4/10

dwalin. this guy is here to maim and kill. i feel like his haircut choice isn't even due to male pattern baldness. he just wanted as much hair as possible AND head tattoos. he found his look. he has a scar on his face. 10/10

glóin. i haven't seen lotr yet but i know what gimli looks like in the movies and the goal with gloin's design was clearly to make him look as much like gimli's dad as possible. this guy is already walking in his son's shadow, but i don't mind. overall, a solid dwarf look. i love the metal thingies in the beard. 8/10

dori. when i look at him, i have that "look at this distinguished gentleman" sound in my head. he's got a very intricate braiding situation going on in his hair, and i kinda love it. he has clip on piercings on both his ears and he has clearly constructed his whole look so he could show them off. 9/10

óin. we are evidently starting to run out of personalities, because this guy is also here primarily to maim and kill. to be fair, that's what a lot of dwarves are, so i'll allow it. i like the two giant beard braids - i'm pretty sure he has more facial hair than i have hair on my head, which is exactly the kind of impression a dwarf's beard should be giving. 7/10

bombur. he reminds me of obelix from the french cartoons. he has an entirely insane beard-works-as-a-moustache-extension situation going on as well as a huge circular braid which i can't even tell where that's coming from. it's a nice unique design. 8/10

bifur. he's got an orc axe stuck in his head. i forgot that was a detail in the book and i also did not understand what it was until i googled it. i thought it could just be an accessory choice. but i might just be stupid. i can, however, tell that he had an emo phase and he still meticulously dyes strands of his beard jet black, so he could have a trendy dark-and-silver look. 7/10

#i will never be over kili looking like that #this just isn't right #the hobbit #hobbit #middle earth #j.r.r. tolkien #archer speaks

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uncloseted · 5 months ago

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I have a very pointy nose and it’s my biggest insecurity. I want to feel hot when I go out with my friends and when I go on dates but my insecurity gets in the way. I know that beauty is subjective but realistically it seems like a pointy nose is considered unattractive across the board. It stands out and it’s not like I can hide it or anything. It also doesn’t help that a guy in my past made a rude comment about it. I probably seem extremely shallow and I know there are more important things than looks but I wish I didn’t feel so ugly 😕

I'm not just saying this because it's something you're insecure about, but genuinely, I really like pointy noses. I think they're strong and unique and they make faces look more interesting. And a lot of other people do, too. Sure, not everyone in the world will like your nose, and not everyone in the world will think you're beautiful. But if you're holding out for everyone in the world thinking you're beautiful, you're going to be disappointed. Even the most famously beautiful people have some people who think they're average or who just don't get why people are attracted to them.

In terms of dating, you really only need one person to find you attractive (or maybe two or three if you're poly). And attractiveness is made up of a ton of different elements. Sure, physical attractiveness is one of them, and noses are one aspect of physical attractiveness, but that's such a small part of the whole picture. Nobody will ever meet someone who has each and every physical feature that they think is the most attractive. Sometimes you meet someone and if you really think about it, their eyes aren't your favorite type of eyes or their hairstyle isn't the best or they're not as tall as you would ideally want them to be or whatever. But it doesn't matter, because everything else about them is so great that it never crosses your mind, and eventually you grow to love those things that you thought were just okay because they're a part of the person you love, and that by itself makes them perfect. And then on top of physical attraction, there's all of the other stuff that actually keeps a relationship going. What kind of chemistry do you have together? Do you share similar hopes, dreams, values, goals? Are you willing to work together to create a relationship that works? In the long term, those things end up becoming so much more important than how a person looks.

All of that said, though, having something that makes you feel insecure is hard, and it can make existing in the world harder than it needs to be. So when you want to feel hot, I think there are a few options. The first is just to draw attention to something that you do really like about yourself. Maybe you love your eyes, so you do a really beautiful eyeshadow look or a smoky eye. Maybe you love your legs, so you wear a short skirt. Maybe you have great curves, so you wear a bodycon dress. Drawing people's attention to the things that you do like about yourself will draw their attention away from the things that you don't like about yourself, to the point where they might not even notice the insecurity that you have.

Another option would be to contour your nose when you go out so that you feel more confident in the way its shape looks. There's a good tutorial on nose contouring here that you can adapt to your shape. Even if it doesn't totally remove your insecurity, it can make you feel a little better about it, especially on occasions where you do want to feel hot and confident in how you look.

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pbandjesse · 8 months ago

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I am just crying a little bit laying here. I have what I think is a migraine. James pulled out my prism glasses to try and help because I deteriorated so quickly. Nausea, headache, dizzy. It's horrible. I felt mostly fine all day! It's incredibly frustrating and honestly I just want to go to sleep. So I am going to try and finish this up quick.

Today was kind of hard. I slept okay, falling asleep really quickly last night. I had fun yesterday and went to sleep happy. I did have some intense dreams but I was doing alright. Even if getting up was very tough.

James would help me gather myself. I wasn't super nauseous but I was not thrilled about going to camp. I was just feeling like I was very very fragile. I tried to remain positive. James made me lemonade and sent me off into the world.

I got to camp at 8 and had to clean up all the clay sculptures from last week. I put them all in one box in case people want to come back for them. And Jorge would so I was glad I didn't toss them.

I would spend some time setting up the project. Finding objects that the kids could cast and stuff. I was annoyed I couldn't find more small creatures so I would go to the office to look through the attic.

The day itself was tough. The project wasn't working as good as I was hoping. I did the plaster casting two ways. With overnight I would have them press objects into clay. And with day camp we did plastic bag casts. The ones in the morning had more trouble drying and I have a better idea of water to plaster to get things to set. But the morning groups would have to come back for their pieces. And the boys always struggle with that. But fingers crossed they come back.

The kids though were rough. Every group today had one or two kids who were just really struggling with rules and community and it was very frustrating. And it's like things that are bigger then just not listening. Like one kid was dropped off at 10pm last night??? Excuse me?? Crazy behavior on the part of the guardian. And then another kid keeps leaving the cabin and running away and screaming at his counselor. Like that sucks? Don't do that. Everyone just seems really stressed out this week.

At lunch I just enjoyed hanging in my hammock. Eating barely happened but it was fine. I would try and eat just a little but everything makes me feel sick.

James would promise to take me to Mathews for pizza later so I just focused on that as a goal.

The afternoon was fine but I was very tired and struggling with the heat. Thankfully it's going to cool down throughout the week, if the weather app is to be believed, but today was rough. I was dusty from the plaster and hot and sweaty and I could not wait to take a shower.

My last group of the day was bontkirchen and they were mainly good but there was one little girl who just was trying to get everyone's attention by telling outrageous stories and screaming and calling herself names and like. I understood her but also girl. Everyone else is being calm please calm down.

I was starting to fall apart though and was glad when they were cleaning up and heading out. I had been making a bracelet and teaching a few girls how to make a look bracelet and it was nice but I was just done.

I drove home (after stopping at the office to get my package. My new garden bed was delivered!) and it was a tough drive. I slowly started becoming nauseous and in pain and was almost crying out loud at points I was so uncomfortable. It was not fun. I don't know if it was the motion from the car or what but it was horrible.

I got home right after 4. James was still waiting for the guy who was coming to measure our backdoor. They would hug me encouraged me to take care of myself.

So I went and took a shower. And it helped a bit. And then I laid down for 20 minutes. James came in when the door guy was done and would lay with me for a bit. But soon we were off for dinner.

And it was a good dinner. We had some serious talks about how bad I am feeling and ways they can support me. The food was good. I had to breathe through nausea again half way through dinner. But the pizza was great.

It was honestly to great. And for the next hour I just kept thinking about it. To the point I started crying?? And James went and got us a second pizza. That I could barely eat because I became so nauseous again. And I feel very stupid about it and I know I am being very irrational right now but man am I trying to keep it together. I am failing but I am trying.

We went to ace to get another fly trap. I pet the shop cat who is so cute and chunky. And then we went to the grocery store to get a few things. I was really happy to go home.

When we got back here I would end up wildly nauseated again. To the point of tears. And James would search for my glasses and I think it's helping a little but I mainly just want to close my eyes. So that is what I'm going to do.

I truly truly hope to tomorrow is better and I don't fall apart at the end. I love you all dearly. And I hope you are all okay out there. Send me good thoughts. Until tomorrow!!

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Chapter 15: Detective Work

Jack and Nico head into the city to gather intel on their new foe, only to run into something they never expected...

The bustling underground of our city was always loud, but today, it seemed even more so. It was abnormally hot for an October day, which occupied the majority of conversations on the subway around us. Sure, Daniel could jump from rooftop to rooftop, but me and Nico? We resigned to take the subway. Not like we had much of a choice. Nico was occupying herself with a game, but I couldn’t stop my mind from racing.

What were this guy’s abilities? Who even was this guy? Villain? Probably, based on the accounts Daniel had told us… but why was he terrorizing the streets? Trying to send a message? It just seemed like random acts of violence. Like a kid lashing out…

“Jack!” Nico’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Dude, I’ve been trying to get your attention for like, five minutes, what’s up with you?”

“Ah. Sorry, I was just thinking… I always wanted to be a detective when I was a kid, but never thought I’d be doing it to find some supervillain. If you can even call this guy that.”

“He was shakin’ down some random guy in the streets! Sounds pretty darn heinous t’ me!”

“Right, but that’s my point. Is he just robbing people? Is there some sort of bigger goal here? Either way, he needs to be stopped, sure, but… what if there’s no rhyme or reason to it? Maybe he’s just lashing out?”

The train came to a stop near the business district, and as we made our way up the stairs to the main streets, a familiar sign came into view. La Casetta, the restaurant run by Cyrus and Emma, was just ahead of us. “Hey Nico, let’s start there. Maybe Cyrus has seen something.”

“Ohh, good idea. Plus, I’m kinda hungry, let’s go!”

The restaurant itself wasn’t very big, it was just a small diner, off the main roads just enough that it wasn’t too surprising that there were only a few customers at the time we entered. Nico and I took a seat at the bar, where Emma was gently rocking Freya in her arms as she spotted us. “Oh! Hey, you two! What brings you in here today?”

“My craving for a good burger, mostly,” was Nico’s immediate response.

“That, and we were hoping to ask a few questions while we were here,” I made sure to clarify.

“Ohhh, doing a little detective work?” Emma flashed a grin. “Hang on, lemme take your orders and have Cyrus start on those, then I’ll answer whatever questions you guys have… well, as best as I can, anyway.”

With our orders put in, I pulled the notepad from my backpack. “So, we were hoping to get some insight into some events going on in the business district. We’re uh… doing a report, on events going on in Stratos, for school. Have you noticed anything going on lately?”

Emma tapped her chin in thought, “Well… I guess there’s been reports of muggings going on recently…” Bingo, “You guys should stay safe, by the way. Don’t go alone and don’t go down any dark alleys, okay?”

Before I could ask my next question, she blurted out, “Oh, I meant to ask.. Where’s Daniel? You three are usually inseparable, you didn’t come out here with him, what’s the deal?”

“Oh, uh…,” Nico hesitated as if she wasn’t sure if she should say anything, “He’s sick…?”

Emma and Cyrus, who’d just brought out our food, shared a look of concern. “Is that right?” Cyrus was the first between them to speak. “Em, why don’t you take some of that soup in the fridge to him?” He turned to us, “I’ll answer your questions for now.”

“You got it. I’ll take Freya with me.” She smiled as she walked away to quickly gather her things, baby included, and head for the door, but as she reached the exit…

“Babe, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Huh? Oh, right!” Emma dashed across the restaurant floor over to Cyrus, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Love you, bye,” She said as she dashed off once more.

“Emma!”

“What??”

Cyrus raised an eyebrow as he raised a set of car keys into view, a teasing smirk forming on his face, which caused Emma’s face to turn red. “Oh…” She said sheepishly as she walked over, taking the keys from him, “Thanks. I love you, bye!” And back out the door she was, little Freya waving from her place in Emma’s arms.

“Bah bye!!”

“I love you too. Bye bye, Freya.” Cyrus waved to them before turning back to us, “So, you’re looking into stuff around here?”

“Right, we were hoping you might know some things about-” The bell on the door rang, signaling a customer walking in. Shit. Maybe our questioning would have to wait.

“Hang on a sec, I’ll get this customer then I can help.” He turned to the customer. “Welcome in! Need a menu?”

“Nah, I’ll just have my usual. Those chocolate chip pancakes and some coffee, cream and sugar please.” We watched as the customer sat down not too far from us at the bar.

Leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders, and a head full of dyed neon green hair. His septum was pierced, and he carried himself with an air of someone who wasn’t to be messed with, or, at least, that’s how people wanted to perceive him.

“Got it, comin right up.” Cyrus left to go prep his food, leaving us alone with the guy who left our best friend injured.

And to think he had no idea who we were.

#hero's dawn arc #jack pov

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Top 10 of 2023 -- Theatrical Releases

Started using letterboxd as a journal two years ago, mostly so I could remember just how recently I'd watched Big Trouble in Little China or Hot Fuzz, but also to hit 'em with of the moment reviews and ratings fresh from the theatre. Which is to say, I'm a little nervous to see what'll come up at the top, but let's take a trip.

10- The Boogeyman (**1/2) - Technically in theatres for a week or two. Buried otherwise, a low stakes King adaptation/remake/reboot that makes the list so I don't have to say anything about AntMan, Elemental, Renfield, or, god forbid, Mario. Effective horror, kind of a neat creature at the center of it, pleasantly surprised that I didn't hate it.

9- Asteroid City (***) - Did lead to a minor personal epiphany, so not all bad. The amount of meta-fictional artifice (lest we for a second want to empathize or consider Wes' paper doll characters in his paper doll theatre as being recognizably human) has gone well-beyond the 'as Royal Tenenbaum' and 'let me tell you about my boat,' past the authorial frame of the Grand Budapest and as of The French Dispatch, Mssr Anderson is now almost entirely preoccupied with stories within stories and it is actually very annoying. (The minor epiphany is that I have also been doing this, as metafiction delights me too, Wes, but why should anyone else care?) Anyway, highlight here is the usual meticulous design, the ridiculous stop-motion sequence, some crackerjack dialogue (muted because now every character has the same blunted affect and without subtitles I sorta glazed over in parts) and these movies remain quite funny.

8- Barbie (***1/2) - Watched a lot of pablum this year, most of it with very naked corporate ambition. Barbie's central trick is to critique itself and the very cynical context in which it critiques itself and hopefully contain within it the entire discourse (good luck to you.) Wish I hadn't had to listen to people earnestly tell me how brilliant and resonant certain 'pause for applause' moments were, but the humour may well stand the test of time, and people were rightly hyped on Ryan Gosling's over-delivery on what once was seen as an unlikely bit of casting.

7- Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3 (***1/2) - Not too proud to admit I was, in 2023, still kind of excited to see this one (1) marvel movie. Crisp Rat aside, the Guardians deliver best on the comic-to-screen vibe and rarely seem embarrassed with their source, leading to the intense emotional journey of a CGI mutant raccoon bounty hunter reckoning with his maker, no winking involved. Rocket Raccoon is my fucking guy, anyway, no more of these, please and thanks.

6- Dungeons and Dragons, Honor Among Thieves (***1/2) - Yeah, okay, more popcorn flick pablum. Hasbro hoping to further capitalize on the pop culture rise of and monetize and micro-transaction-atize and thereby enshitiffy one of my dearest hobbies (I am diversifying away from D&D TM) looming large in the background here, given the whole OGL blowback it was briefly reasonable large portions of diehards might boycott this thing. Anyway, saw it, liked it, succeeded wildly in the goal of effectively conveying what it's actually like to play a fantasy ttrpg, all the weird in-jokes, wild variations in tone, hand-waving and quirks of 'the rules' there for snorts of recognition. Cannot imagine this was much fun for non-players, but maybe.

5- Across the Spider-Verse (****) - Extremely hyped, but hopefully not the zenith of the trilogy, a lot is riding on part 3, which is thankfully due, uhhh, sometime next year? Dragged out its ending laying more groundwork, but before then, another ceiling breaking exercise in contemporary animation, an almost non-stop kinetic kaleidoscope of visual creativity that augurs well for animation's continued evolution.

4- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in Mutant Mayhem (****) - Speaking of. Now, I've loved the Turtles since I was 4 years old, so my personal belief has always been, even though I love the 1990 rubber-suited cash grab, that the central premise is something that in the right hands can actually be objectively good, as opposed to personally delightful to me. This is that movie, the good Ninja Turtles movie. 'Teenage' -- to the point of being endearingly, obnoxiously immature, 'Mutant' -- to the point that the world around them is just as grody and fucked up looking as they are, 'Ninja' -- with sly handheld camera angles and satisfyingly fluid motion to rival Spiderverse, and uh, 'Turtles' -- they sure fucking are. I loved this. Jackie Chan forever.More, please.

3- Humanist Vampire Seeking Consenting Suicidal Person (****) - Exceedingly Quebecois take on the contemporary hipster vampire movie, Can-con for my list. Canadian Indies in 2023 are strikingly similar to American Indies from 2008, if that at all recommends. Ranks high for efficient self-contained everything, very charming, funny, just bizarre enough.

2- The Boy and the Heron (****1/2) - Easy to feel like this is a Ghibli greatest hits compilation, easier to remember that's what we all kinda want-- cute and unsettling creatures, delicious looking food, spirit worlds, quiet moments of reflection, arcane rules for how any and everything works... yet also maybe the truest return to the titanic achievements of Princess Mononoke and Spirited Away (especially.) Story forms a suitably esoteric thesis about grief and creation and, ultimately, endings. I think Miyazaki might actually be done this time.

1- Godzilla Minus One (*****) - An entirely different movie than Shin Godzilla, very possibly even better. It's tense (Godzilla hasn't felt creepy like this for a while.) It's emotional (rivals Godzilla vs Biollante in its human story.) It's very naked in its message (ah, the guilt.) The action is superb. I do not know where Godzilla goes from here. (Mothra!)

(Haven’t seen: Poor Things, Bottoms, Napoleon, the Killer, a bunch of other crap.)

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So I rushed Good Night, Oscar from the front row and saw Sean Hayes do the Rhapsody in Blue with an unbroken line of sight. And to have to run that gauntlet of acting while playing the Rhapsody in blue. I was leaning forward. I don’t shout Bravo. I don’t. I nearly screamed it. I couldn’t pay attention to the short scene that followed because I was still buzzing. And of course he nailed all the one liners. Even though he nailed the mannerisms and voice- seeing him in his moments where he’s reaching out but can’t admit it were the best parts. A lot of smiles from me. But an astounding inhabitation of character. A defining moment for Sean Hayes. From now until it closes in August my top recommendation for straight play. (I’m going to be quoting “the network FEELS!?!” A lot).

Also I have never gotten to see a concert pianist that close before and watching those hands move.

The play itself is fine and has a few cliches. But it doesn’t want to be more than a character study and it is a damn good one. And a play that accomplishes it’s primary goal well is a success to me. Great seeing those one liners. It also did manage to effectively explore how does one support someone erratic that you love. Granted, Oscar is still the spotlight and focus so it’s not entirely about that. But when it reflected on that I found it very effective. Emily Bergl is wearing my favorite dress on Broadway since Laurie Metcalf in A Doll’s House Part 2. And she is excellent. Should have snagged a nomination.

And I liked what her character focussed on. Because she details that Oscar, her husband of 19 years who is in the psych ward and losing himself to addiction and is deeply erratic, came at her in a drug induced rage. And there’s the interesting nuance that people put in her position deal with: she’s knows that wasn’t Oscar. But… it also WAS Oscar. And she’s trying to make sense of this contradiction and what it means. And it wasn’t just the 50s housewife standing by her husband character. They managed to walk the wire of that struggle while still making her sound and feel of the era. And it was a genuine situation women in particular find themselves in to this day. I found it to be a very compelling arc that Doug Wright should get credit for.

But it did fall into two cliches that are always in straight plays where [famous person] plays [historical figure]:

Before we meet the main character we have a scene with two other characters where they’re like THE MAIN CHARACTER IS LATE (or something like that) AND THEY ARE ECCENTRIC AND FRUSTRATING AND WE ARE GOING TO HAVE AN EXPOSITION DIALOGUE THAT PREPARES YOU FOR WHAT TO EXPECT!

Shortly after we meet the character, they do a small thing or piece of business that they then explain to illuminate you about how they think. (In this case it was Oscar’s OCD rituals with coffee and his following monologue on the importance of rituals)

Also the guy that played George Gershwin was hot. Like really hot. Like that kind of hot where you can’t focus.

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happymeishappylife · 4 months ago

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Comics I Read in 2024 Part 2

1. Chicken Devil Vol 1: Under Pressure by Brian Buccellato, Hayden Sherman, Hassan Otsmane, El Haou

This was a random recommendation from one of the comic shop vendors at Heroes Con this year. He saw me flipping through the trades and was trying to make me recommendations. At first he picked a generic one that women comedian wrote with bras in the titles. I wasn’t impressed and passed over it, but then I think I piqued his interest when I pulled out a Sandman universe comic so he recommended this. And for how dark this story really is, I found this comic hilarious. It’s about Mitch who runs a successful hot chicken chain in LA. His partner gets caught up stealing drugs from a local gang and chaos ensues, where part of Mitch’s warehouse burns. Then out of panic they plan an escape on Antonio’s yacht and being shady, Mitch convinces his family to join them, but then the yacht blows up as soon as they board. Mitch is devastated, losing control of not only his partner’s actions, but his life and so he starts wearing his restaurants mascot costume and taking matters into his own hands to get revenge. Only, he sucks at it. Most of the deaths aren’t him killing people (except rigging one of his pressure cookers up as a bomb), they are accidental and Mitch keeps digging himself deeper and deeper into trouble. Plus, turns out his family didn’t die so now he’s pissed this gang off for no reason. But at least the detectives that have been following him, decide to team up with him, citing they like what he’s doing, but that he sucks at it. I’ll admit, I’m curious enough to see what happens next.

2. 2-Land Issue #1 by Jay the Teller and Dr Inx

These guys approached me at Heroes Con this year and invited me to learn about 2-Land, a masked vigilante superhero of a teenage tiger who tries to do good for his community. The story itself is very much like a typical coming of age superhero story where DJ is learning how to fight with his two robot friends? (Can’t tell if they are real people on coms or not). And he gets in a little over his head fighting off an underground boss who is tired of him messing with his local supply. It almost ends disastrously but DJ prevails and continues to fight another day, even though his action is drawing attention of more villains. When I talked to Jay, he mentioned that the goal of the comic was to give kids a superhero to look up to and teach moral lessons to its readers. They even were developing a TV show, video game, and stuffed animal merch. This being the introductory novel, we didn’t get a lot of a deeper story, so it will interesting to see if they achieve their goals in the later issues, but I think its worthy that this is what they are trying to develop.

3. 2-Land Issue 2 by Jay the Teller and Dr. Inx

So in this next issue we learn that DJ has an uncle who knows about his vigilante justice and that the two people on coms seem to be real people who are helping DJ out with his uncle’s guidance. Still, DJ is naïve in thinking he can solve everything and gets into more trouble dealing with someone who is dealing war weapons in the city. This one also tried to push more of the morals that I was told it was going to and don’t get me wrong, I think its great that they are doing it and I think the story is okay. I just don’t feel like its deep enough or intricate enough for me to get into. And for kids its good, except for the violence and the themes surrounding the villains, so maybe older preteens/teens would be the target audience.

4. Zero Ghost (Ashcan Edition) by Justin Jordan, Brian Ching, Wil Quintana, and Micah Meyers

Got this at a panel at this years Heroes Con and it was cool to be interested in the concept of an Ashcan which is a free comic to promote a new series. And this one seems really cool. It’s like a touch of Kill Bill with a supernatural element and all set in a futuristic Hong Kong with its seedy underbelly. I would love to read the rest of the series once its ready to be released. It will be cool to see where it goes and I love that it is indie comic by Asian creators who can provide their own take on tropes like this.

5. The Samurnauts: The Curse of the Dreadnaughts by Fishman, Gnepper, and Wright

I got this comic at Heroes Con because one of the promoters liked my Doctor cosplay. As he tried to sell me on the comic, boosting that it had samurais, ninjas, pirates, cyborgs, and mecha suits, what ended up catching my eye was the actual art. This story tells a crazy tale of these samurai warriors throughout the ages and in different parts of the world/space and that’s reflected in the past eras because the art is different. In the early 15th century Japan, the comics are drawn and colored with pencil and its beautiful even if its about zombies and cyborg pirates. Then it gets a little more polished, but is still hand drawn in the 18th Century England. But present day storyline, which takes place in the future, it’s the typical high color, digital prints that is present in comics today. I find that pretty cool. And also the story was highly entertaining with a good mix of that power ranger like feel.

6. Saga Volume 7 by Fiona Staples and Brian K. Vaughan

The family is all together and Alana is pregnant again, so when and how will it go wrong? Don’t worry that happens very quickly. The group has to land on a moon to refuel and get stuck there for six months, but become friends with an otter family who they help feed. Still trouble is coming as a planet who has a face is coming to devastate the moon. The group finds out after Izabel gets killed, which one is impressive for a ghost but I hope this isn’t the first real death in the comic for one of the mains, and they go to find her and see the threat. But she is also killed by the new bounty hunter who is after Alana and Marko and they seem a bit more intense which is why the comic ends on a cliffhanger when they attack and knock out Alana, making it look like the second baby is lost. Meanwhile, the side story of The Will trying to track down Sophie continues and we see that even though he loses his license and is losing his senses. And then he gets captured after they kill his dog.

7. Saga Volume 8 by Fiona Staples and Brian K. Vaughan

Well, picking up from the horrifying end of the last comic, we end up on one of the Wings back planets called Abortion Town. Its interesting because the comics have tackled hard subjects, but the way they discuss and show abortion is actually great because Alana isn’t seeking one at 8 months because she suddenly doesn’t want one, her fetus has died and is causing her real harm. Plus cool magic spells that only Land Dwellers have. But Abortion Town won’t help her because she is too far along and so they have to risk going to the other side where the real monsters are. And it looks dicey and scary. Not too mention while Alana is dying, her powers get stronger conjuring a fictional version of a son they might have had. But it seemed like a healthy thing for Hazel to experience. They then arrive on the planet where they left Squire. How his royal highness will explain his new lover will be interesting. But we also learn that Will’s capture is suddenly more interested in the family so the hunt will only continue.

8. House of Whispers Volume 1: A Power Divided by Neil Gaiman, Nalo Hopkinson, Dominike “DOMO” Stanton, John Rauch

It was interesting to step into the Sandman Universe via a side story rather than the original saga. And while I got slightly spoiled about the Sandman comics, I was deeply engrossed in this collection just as much as the original comics. Instead of following the adventures of Dream, we learn that the goddess Ezrulie Freda who lives on a houseboat in Louisiana is suddenly torn away from the world and sucked into the Dreamworld, which is dying and missing a book from Ezrulie’s Nephew Shakpana. The book falls into the hands of two teenagers who accidentally unleash some of Shakpana’s powers of famine and pandemics into the world, cursing both of them with a death disease where they are alive, but merely just walking corpses. While Ezrulie and Uncle Monday try to find a way out the Dreaming to help and stop her nephew, bad things unfold in both the dreamworld and the living world and I can’t wait to see where more of this story goes.

9. Doctor Who: Eleventh Doctor Adventures Year 1 Vol 1: After Life by Al Ewing, Rob Williams, Simon Fraser, Boo Cook, Gary Caldwell, Hi-Fi

I have read the first issue of this series which is how the Doctor meets Alice, but boy am I glad to read the whole first volume because it answered so many of my questions about who John Jones was and how he joins the TARDIS, how they pick up Arc, and also how the Doctor falls victim to the Talent Scout (which I thought would be darker, but wasn’t that bad). So it was great to finally fill in the blanks. I love Alice and I like to see starts to get out of her depression and become awesome. She really is a rock for the Doctor and I really like the presence of an older companion with the Eleventh Doctor’s kidlike fascination or tantrums sometimes. Once I collect the full set I can’t wait to read these front to back and see the evolution naturally. But I also like how John Jones goes from terrible musician to star child of the pop world because he snuck away on the TARDIS.

20. Doctor Who: The Girl Who Waited and The Boy Who Lived Volume 2

I decided to reread this collection because as I was moving, I couldn’t remember the stories. Some of them came back to me like the football match against the Vikings to determine the reign of the area. Others, like the Jack the Ripper story, not so much. So it was fun to dive back in. This is a good collection of stories with The Doctor and the Ponds and I always appreciate that the stories can go in directions that the show can’t. Either with over the top and a crazy mix of storylines. Or the darker stories that you couldn’t necessary have on the show (though much milder than the Big Finish). Plus its nice to spend time with the Ponds and the Doctor without the larger plotlines and just enjoy the three of them working together.

#2024 rewind #comics I read

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vulpiximisa · 8 months ago

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Watching bad sports anime for fun and actually getting bad anime feels like looking in the Dead Dove Don’t Eat bag. But to be fair, a few series only get rated badly because it’s kinda fruity and the Men on MAL who love FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood and Gintama don’t like it. So I guess I just really need to check if it’s Actually Bad or Bad to Homophobes.

Try Knights is bad though.

Okay, don’t get me wrong, the premise itself isn’t bad, even if it’s not exactly my type of duo dynamic. We get it, scrawny kid who loved a sport that isn’t fit for his body type tries to compensate by using his brain meets wild dog guy who physically is everything he wishes to be but no brains. It’s a Duo, I guess, but it’s not my type of duo, especially if they’re both hot headed and clash. (I’ve never watched Kaicho wa Maid-sama, but I get the feeling the two are like the main leads of that series.)

I’ve only seen 3 episodes but I get the idea behind the team dynamics. The main two, and the plain whimpy guy and the flashy one are the first year quartet, and we have the 3 second year senpai, and maybe we might get injured 3rd year senpai back if they beat the Champions in their practice match. It hasn’t done anything wrong in terms of story, I probably could sit through the rest of the series if not for one big thing.

I thought the poster looked kind of boring but sometimes stock promotional posters aren’t actually very good at depicting the series.

The first episode animation wise was, okay, kind of mediocre. Like, I don’t watch a lot of rugby anime, but I’ve seen bits of All Out and Number 24, and unfortunately Try Knights does Not compare. Which, I was trying to give the benefit of the doubt, maybe they sports action will be mediocre but the character scenes and drama will look a little better, right?

If they spent their entire budget on the opening and ending and the first episode, they probably only had $5 left for the rest of the series. The quality drop from ep1 to ep2 is so laughable. It’s like Haikyuu To the Top Cour 2 episode 2 bad, or worse.

Like I’ve seen the use of CG in sports anime (YowaPeda) when they don’t really want to draw guys in motion when it’s not that important. I’ve also seen it like in Akaneko Ramen where they really aren’t doing anything and I guess just don’t want to draw a frame? Episode 2 had a panned out shot of CG models of the main characters talking. It was hilariously out of place. They use the CG models for mob teammates in the next episode too which gets a pass honestly because that’s what they should have used it for.

It’s just SO EMBARRASSING watching such low quality animation when they have MOTHER FUCKING KENN IN THE ROSTER. It’s one thing if it’s like Futsal Boys where the seiyuu are small names, but come ON. (Like watching the decline of One Piece anime for most of Dressrosa, incredibly embarrassing.)

And it’s such a shame too because it looks like it was a manga first and the art actually looks good? Like, it just makes me forever grateful for Haikyuu to get a stellar anime adaptation. Only mentioning HQ because it’s a sport anime. I’ve seen a good amount of Eyeshield 21 anime, and I know it doesn’t compare to Murata’s art, but at least it was watchable.

It’s one thing if the characters and story just suck (Shoot! Goal to the Future, Skate Leading Stars) but if it’s just the visuals pulling it down, that’s so sad that it’ll just ruin the name of the entire series. Like, does the mangaka know what happened to their series? Would they have wished it never get an adaptation in the first place? Or is it just promotion for their manga anyway, because at this rate I’d really rather just read the manga if the art is good.

Anyway, again I’ve only seen 3 episodes, I wonder if I have the patience to sit through the rest. I’m not a huge fan of MC or KENN’s character, or any of the characters to be honest. There’s nothing really going on for me besides to say I finished it.

Well, one thing they did right, is the little rugby lessons at the end of the episode. I give them that because there’s no one in story as a noob who needs the explanation and it’s not like in number24 where the show isn’t actually about the rugby.

Inserting this review from MAL because of the Junya icon, but also they are right. 😂

#Pixi watches anime

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space-blue · 3 years ago

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An emotional first reaction to Arcane's finale

With an accent on Silco's arc...

*Wipes tears away*

Anyway. When was the last time you sat down to a tv show that punched this hard and respected its villain this deeply? Silco is by far the most interesting character, and he carries the show on his scrawny shoulders.

Compelling if mysterious backstory, overcomes his demons and his traitorous brother in one fell swoop as he gains power. Silco's a zealot who dreams big for everyone. And yet in the end he finally understands why Vander did what he did. Finally has an emotional tie on a personal level that means more to him than the Nation Of Zaun, that big all consuming project that's been driving him from the start.

And yet in a completely masterful twist, Vander chosing his daughters over Zaun means the Status Quo, while Silco choosing his daughter over Zaun means War.

He gets everything he ever wanted. He's a villain who uses all ends to reach his goals and actually gets there, and the creative minds behind Arcane had the guts to make it absolutely irrelevant to his death. That is so wild, honestly. His love is his personal downfall (or more likely, the lack of mental health care in the Lanes is his downfall...) but he's never more human and more like Vander than when he dies...

For the creators to chose to NEVER redeem him, and instead just... humanize him to the very end... To let him say his piece and clear out misunderstandings and also to go knowing all his *fucked up* efforts fucking paid off...

*Silco style slow clap*

Fucking bravo.

Turns out Silco wasn't lying, not anymore than any of us do from time to time, even to our loved ones. Turns out that he was really worrying, really caring, and that it was really "just the two of them".

There's plenty wrong with Jinx's arc as a villain in the becoming, the whole "hearing voices makes me unhinged and violent" really isn't palatable.. it's an easy cop-out that puts people with IRL mental illnesses in another toxic limelight.

But there's incredible beauty in her being truly embraced by the villain, for the most wholesome family to really be with him. To be fought for as hard by him, as much as Vander did. Vi doesn't want Jinx. She truly wants "Powder", and even if she probably loves her and probably needs the mental help Vi would desire for her "to change" and "become stable", Jinx's toxic, zealot, asshole second dad loves her exactly as she is. Why the fuck would you not chose that side, being in Jinx's boots?

*chokes up for a minute*

I can't clap my hands hard enough to applaud the team behind Arcane (so I'll use them to write fanfic instead)

How did they manage to break the curse of video game adaptation?

Well, I think it helps that the studio itself retained absolute creative control. For once it's not a film industry giant buying rights and trying to do it's usual "adaptation" cash grab wringer. It's a studio getting another studio to work their (insane) magic and produce the best 9 episodes cinematic we've ever seen.

The vision was theirs, the story was uncompromising and unflinching.

I am not surprised the writing punches this hard. Video game writers know what the fuck they're doing, because they create immersive worlds and storyline in which the players/viewer is directly active. I mean look at other hard gut punches out there like God of War, Wticher 3 or even Jackie's arc in Cyberpunk.

But for them to stick to their guns to the very end... To give us characters this compelling instead of following the cliche route... For them not to betray us, the way so many other storylines do by trying something bold for a hot minute before falling back on tried and true cliches like deflating souflés...

Guys, I'm sorry but even Disney doesn't clap this hard. Arcane came on to the scene and swatted everyone aside. The visuals, the animation style, the music, the cast of character all painted in deep shades of grey, the riveting plot with its series of mirrored pairs going through the same divisive process... Arcane is the show we've all been begging for, but we were asking for it to the wrong people.

Bravo team. None of y'all will ever see this post, but know you're appreciated. You made me scream and choke up and built a whole new condominium in my skull for Silco to live in rent free. Fuck you and bless you, I love you guys.

#Silco #vi #jinx #vander #arcane #finale #spoilers #arcane spoilers #meta #thoughts #analysis #arcane lol #league of legends #I don't even play the game #commentary #bravo #finale spoilers

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bnha-dumpster · 4 years ago

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Hear me out

Step-brother Shigaraki shoving a vibe in (male) reader during a dinner and Shigaraki is controlling the vibrator and then after dinner Shigaraki fucks the life out of Reader

i was gonna work on monster stuff but this is just *chef's kiss* i think i'm going down the road of a pseudo-incest kink whoops and laughs at myself as i add plot for no reason (also gives you guys a visual reference of the toy in the fic)

pairing: step-brother shigaraki x male reader content tags/warnings: dub-con, pseudo-incest, mild exhibitionism, choking, sex toys, degradation, mind break word count: 2.1k

Things around the household have changed drastically since your mother remarried. You love your mother and want her to be happy, but you feel that things have changed far too fast and far too much.

You had been told that your step-father wanted you to move in with him for two reasons. One; you don't have a job since you're attending university full-time and two; his house is pretty close to your university. You've seen his house from the outside and you can't deny the thought of living in such a large house is pleasant. It's a good deal. But if you had been told that your step-father has a shut-in son that lives with him before moving in, you might've reconsidered it.

Shigaraki is rude and has zero social skills. While you don't actually mind people that don't have social skills- it's often times not their fault- there's something about your step-brother that just unnerves you. You see him and alarm bells go off in your mind.

He likes to catch you off guard. Coming into your room to watch you, pinning you to surfaces, groping you, watching you shower- there's something really wrong with him.

"Tomu-"

You're trying to walk downstairs to go eat dinner with your mother and step-father. Trying, being the keyword. Shigaraki has you pinned to the wall once again. One of his hands is able to completely hold both your wrists- he's not even that much bigger than you! He's using his free hand to tug your sweatpants down to your knees. The pinning isn't exactly new, but he's never actually pulled your clothes off.

"I bought something for you. It's a little present for having such a cute brother." His voice makes you shudder, but the item he holds up next to your face makes you tense up. It's a brand new, probably expensive, sex toy.

"Tomura- hey- let's not-" You squirm and shake your head.

"Don't cause a fuss. Just let me do this, 'kay?"

The lube on the toy is your only saving grace as he nudges your legs apart with his knee and tries to put it on you. It doesn't work very well, the lubed up toy sliding against your limp cock a few times before Shigaraki growls lowly.

"I'm taking my hand off and I expect you to stay still." True to his word, the hand on your wrists disappears. If this were the first time he tried to do something like this, then you might've run away. But you've unfortunately learned through experience that your step-brother is far stronger than he seems. It's only because of your knowledge do you stay.

His hand is cold and calloused, an uncomfortable feeling against your skin. You grimace as he grabs your cock to slip the ring over it, making sure it’s snug against the base before he pushes the vibrating part of the toy into you. It doesn’t actually seem that bad until he turns the toy on.

“Shit-” You’re not oblivious to the toy’s function but you didn’t expect it to be so snug against that spot inside you. Shigaraki grabs you before your legs buckle, laughing at your state.

“Wow, you’re that sensitive?” He’s taunting you, making fun of you. “Is my little brother just a slut in disguise?”

Your pants are pulled up and a small slap is given to your ass. It brings a small yelp out of you, making you turn around to glare at him. He doesn’t seemed fazed by it. Instead, it spurs him on and you can feel him grind against your ass. Even through the fabric of both of your sweatpants, you can feel how hot and heavy his cock is. You can tell it’s thick and that’s barely hard.

A sliver of arousal makes itself known with a twitch of your cock. The realization makes you stand up straight and shove your step-brother away, adjusting your clothes to hide the erection beginning to strain underneath your pants.

It’s difficult to sit down at the dinner table and act normal. You give your mother a small smile as you squirm in your seat for a moment. The toy’s low vibration stimulating every part of you- the base of your cock being teased, vibrations going through your balls and taint, the dildo pressing snugly against your prostate- and it’s difficult to hold your composure.

“Are you okay, dear?” Your mother is looking at you with concern.

“O-oh, I’m alright, mom.” You force another smile.

“Go lay down after dinner, okay?”

You give a small nod before you start eating, not waiting for your step-brother to sit down. He’s probably snickering to himself and thinking of what he should do. The sudden increase of vibrations of the toy surprises you and you choke on a piece of food.

“Honey?”

“Don’t worry, he’s just a little out of it, right lil bro?” A large hand comes to rest on your shoulder. As you turn to look over your shoulder, Shigaraki stares down at you with a small smirk. You can see the small remote in his hand and you almost want to reach out and grab it. But that’d cause a scene- the last thing you want at the dinner table.

He slides into his seat, not bothering to eat. All he’s doing is staring at you and analyzing your reactions as he plays with the remote in his pocket.

“Yeah, j-just a little bit out of it.” You try your best to keep yourself together. Eating your dinner as fast as possible is your goal, hoping that this torture is only for the sake of humiliating you in front of your mother.

The vibrations of the toy change rapidly. It seems like Shigaraki’s just cycling through them for the first time, gauging your reactions as he does so. He’s trying to find the best setting for you right now, surely. The one that does you in is the low and slow pulsing of the toy.

He’s learning so much about you. You’re smart enough not to fight him physically but still have the guts to snap at him with your words. You prefer to be teased with a lack of stimulation rather than overstimulation. You won’t tell your mother about anything he does so she’ll stay happy. The best part... You’re easy to read.

Now that it’s been a few minutes of dealing with the toy, you’re settling down. It’s still uncomfortable, the low stimulation keeping your cock hard, but you’re able to eat your dinner for the most part. You’re eating quicker than normal just so this can end.

“Thanks for dinner, mom.” As you stand from the table, Shigaraki cycles through the toy quickly to put the vibrations at its most intense setting. You curl in on yourself and groan, facing contorting.

“Dear?”

You give her a reassuring smile despite the heat pooling in your stomach. As much as you want to leave the table, you’re not sure you can do it yourself. It seems to be part of your step-brother’s plan. He puts his arm under yours, holding you up to help you shuffle back upstairs.

“I’ll make sure he’s alright, don’t worry.”

They can’t see it, but you’re glaring at him as he helps you up. With him being the only reason you’re still standing however, that’s all you can manage to do. You hold onto his torso as he takes you up the stairs and opens the door of your room.

“You’re close, huh? You were about to cum in front of our parents, weren’t you?” Shigaraki throws you onto the floor of your room with a thud, using his foot to turn you onto your back. He stares down at you and steps on your cock, moving it back and forth.

“Alright little bro, cum for me.”

With a particularly large amount of pressure, almost painful, you tense and spurt ropes of cum inside your pants. A stain begins to seep into the fabric and Shigaraki looks down at you with a sneer. You’re squirming under his foot, the toy still vibrating aggressively inside you and around the base of your cock.

He picks you up by the hair and drags you to your bed, manhandling you so your face is against the comforter and your ass is in the air. He doesn’t even bother turning the toy off as he takes it out of you and slides your cock out of the ring. Your ass clenches around the air pathetically, teasing Shigaraki. Even with something inside you, stretching you out, your ass still looks tight and almost untouched. The only thing eluding to its use is the lube smeared around it.

You’re given no warning when your step-brother grabs your hips and slams his cock inside you. When did he take it out? You don’t know.

“Shiiiiiit- Do you know how tight you are?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Shigaraki begins to fuck you with abandon, thrusting into you with no care for your comfort. The stretch of his cock, how it reaches almost too deep inside you- it’s horribly uncomfortable. There’s a tinge of pleasure from the stretch of his cock pressing against your prostate almost constantly, but not much else.

His balls slap against your ass with every heavy thrust and the grip on your hips is bruising. You can feel his nails digging into the skin and you’re sure they’ll leave marks. He’s leaving reminders of this.

A hand leaves your hip to hold your limp cock, pumping it aggressively. The sudden stimulation is painful and you squirm.

“Now, now, little bro. Be a good slut for me and let me play with you.” Shigaraki sneers at the way you stop squirming at his words. “There... See, you’re a pathetic little slut for your big bro, aren’t you?”

You refuse to answer, only burying your face into the sheets to hide your humiliated tears. It’s not like it matters. He continues to pump your cock at a fast pace, enjoying the way your walls twitch and tighten because of it. Even if you’re not feeling anything, he is. Your pleasure is more of an afterthought, a bonus. Then your cock begins to twitch back to life.

“Seriously? You’re feeling good?” Shigaraki leans against you, biting your ear. “Getting off from your step bro treating you like a whore and fucking you? You really must be one if you like this.”

“I’m not!” You protest, turning to look at him. Tears are falling down your face, cheeks red from the embarrassment. “It’s your fault! You’re forcing my body to feel like this!”

Both of you know it’s a lie. You’re definitely enjoying it. As cute as your denial is to your step-brother, he isn’t in the mood for you being like this the whole time. He wants to have to shut you up so your parents won’t hear you begging for his cock.

With a bit of reluctance, he pulls out of you. You’re allowed a brief moment of confusion as he decides how he wants to position you. Once he decides, he flips you onto your back and hikes your legs over his shoulders. In this position, he rubs your cocks together. His is undeniably thicker than yours, but your length isn’t too drastically different. There’s only a few seconds of rutting them together before he lines his cock up with your ass and slams back in.

Much to his surprise and amusement, you let out a confused moan. The new position must feel good. Your face contorting into pleasure with a mix of self-disgust is beautiful to him.

“Little bro, come on. Just let yourself feel good.” His thrusts slow and he reaches for your neck. The grip on your throat is intense and you can feel yourself becoming lightheaded almost instantly. It’s an intense feeling that mixes with pleasure, clouding your senses.

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen or just you giving up, but you begin to buck your hips against Shigaraki’s. Your jaw goes slack and your mouth is open, eyes rolling back into your head. The choking keeps you from making much noise so all you can let out are strangled groans.

“Finally. Let yourself go. Become my whore, my pathetic cumdump of a little brother. Just be my personal cock sleeve, yeah?”

The words go in one ear and out the other and you let out a string of agreements. Your back arches, cock twitching and covering your stomach in your own cum. It’s the sudden tightness around him that pushes Shigaraki over the edge. He stills inside you as deep as he can and cums, filling your ass. As he comes down from his high, he lets go of your throat.

“Good boy.” He smacks your face gently and chuckles at your lack of response. “Gone already? Come on, we’ve barely started.”

#shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x male reader #shigaraki x male reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #bnha x reader smut

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eldritch-spouse · 2 years ago

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How would the others react to cured Vinnel? I bet Santi would be curious cause like "NEW HOLE NEW GOAL, YEEHAW" lmaooo

[SNRK- You know damn right that's what he's thinking.]

Reaction to "fixed" Vinnel

Patches is beyond fascinated. He's sure Vinnel had to die to be brought back this way. He really wishes he had been allowed to see it happen in real time, and will hound Admin as well as Vinnel himself for any sort of information. Health check ups are frequent, but they're more of an excuse for the dullahan to take samples and ask invasive questions. Vinnel has now become an object of study for the magic caster.

Santi is wolf-whistling the moment he sees new Vinnel. Will not rest until he gets in the jester's pants, he thinks he's become very hot. Honestly, Vinnel will probably get tired of it and fuck Santi out of commission so he'll leave him alone for two minutes. After his fucklust is sated, Santi does want to celebrate with the slime by suggesting a proper party.

Morell is convinced Vinnel's old body is still laying around somewhere, and he's sure that, maybe, with enough work- He could make a sauce out of it. Maybe if he mixed it with something sweet to null that God-awful bitterness... He used to smell really weird and bitter. That's about as far as the chef's enthusiasm goes.

Gallon is extremely happy for Vinnel, as he can now be a proper slime. Well, almost. There are features that set the monster apart, but for all intents and purposes, it's like watching a friend beat cancer. He's happy for the jester and will teach him to handle new slime-related things he may not have had the opportunity to explore in his sickness.

Grimbly stared for a long while. Vinnel almost looks like some form of demon to him. He's going to miss the outfit the jester had, for sure. But who knows, now might be a good time to see if the rat bastard can put on some pink. Grimbly knows not much is likely to change however.

Sybastian sincerely didn't recognize the slime at first. He initially thought he was looking at a new garden creature, but then Vinnel laughed at him, and that ungodly honk-snort of a cackle is unmissable. He's very happy for the jester, glad to not see him curl up in pain or saying he wishes he was dead sometimes.

Nebul is very interested in how this will affect Vinnel's mind. He wonders if the transformation itself was a painful or even traumatic experience, it could have just passed like a breeze for all the wraith knows. Nonetheless, he's observing any changes with a keen eye.

Fank-e spends the entire day poking Vinnel at random intervals. Just to make sure the guy's still kicking and not about to turn into mush at any moment. He's also going to test the general depth, at least until Vinnel shudders and forcibly removes his digit. Perhaps off his hand entirely.

Belo. Oh. Oh, it's a miracle! His lord is truly such a benevolent, powerful being to be able to fix this broken soul! Belo is in tears, he witnessed a miracle and he's moved to the bottom of his heart by it. Vinnel would be just fine without all the clapping and nagging about how he should be ever so thankful that Krulu even bothered to touch him.

#Vinnel oc #Morell oc #Patches oc #Gallon oc #Grimbly oc #Santi oc #Sybastian oc #Fank-e oc #Belo oc #Nebul oc #general tce

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hi sashi!!!! for the new event could I please request Kisuke Urahara nsfw with the prompt under the stars in the modern day au!! add anything you wish💖

Hii honey!! I'm sorry for the waiting but here I am with your request finally!! I hope you enjoy! 💖

🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

NSFW ~ Professor! Urahara Kisuke x Student! F! Reader ~ Teacher's Pet

a/n: as always this man inspires me to go the extra mile when it comes to writing scenarios for him. I had to force myself to finish the fic at one point cause if not I'd be still writing.

tw : NSFW. Modern University AU!. Professor Kisuke is as naughty as intelligent and will spend some extra time with you after class to help you with "organic chemistry". Public, shameless smut. Fingering, Vag, cream pie.

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The new year has you absolutely exhausted with just a few weeks of the semester already, and by the second month you were totally burned out.

But your goals were still there, you wanted to become the best in your area, and you really wanted that degree… though, there was just one impediment: organic chemistry.

Fucking organic chemistry was draining the best out of you and the professor wasn’t helping at all. An old guy, as old as chemistry itself took at least 20 minutes to pronounce three words and your brain works a little bit faster than that. But in any case, you never been really good in that area. The compounds, the benzenes and the rest of things were simply not setting down on your memory…

Each Wednesday you take several classes on the afternoon and the last one of them it’s no other than your nemesis, Organic Chemistry. Dragging your feet into the classroom you notice the professor hasn’t arrive yet, and you think it’s weird cause the man will always be there before any of you, it doesn’t matter how early you arrive.

You take your usual seat, close to the window since your mind usually flies away during the class and your eyes land on the dark sky outside. The moon was brightly shining tonight, and you take it as a sign. “Oh, beautiful moon! Just tell me we are not having classes today, please, please”.

But you were wrong. You indeed are having classes, but not exactly as you thought…

“Hi! I’m… uh- the new Chemistry professor”

A new voice pulls you off your chat with the moon and your eyes find the most handsome man they have ever seen. Tall, blonde, awkwardly holding his neck and a shy smile invading his countenance. “He… He is gonna be our chemistry professor?”

“Urahara Kisuke is my name. Professor Yamamoto was forced to go on retirement by the uni dean, Mr. Kyoraku” he informed; a little bit blushed when some of your classmates asked. But it feels refreshing, the old guy was finally leaving you alone and having a young -hot- professor is all you could think of.

During the class, professor Urahara explains the topic with such grace and logic that you are able to understand for the first time. Several times you two cross sights, sight you aren’t able to maintain for too long as his smile feels intimidating. He has something in his look, besides that shy and kind expression, something hidden, something… arousing…

And the sudden idea of him kissing you, touching you, fucking you even hits you like a truck. But he smiles to each and every single student, and your fantasy of being pinned against the desk that night turns into mere ideas that would probably accompany in lonely nights from now on. Or so that is what you think…

The end of the class finally arrives, and even if you are exhausted from the day, it is the first time you want this class to never be over. Urahara asks all of the students to stay a little longer as he has some announcements to make.

And you couldn’t be happier.

“So… uh-guys. I took a look at your grades. Some of them are really good, others not that much. I’m aware that Prof. Yamamoto was a very methodical teacher so some of you could find difficulties understanding. Since the midterm is getting closer, I thought about spending some more time with those who would want some extra classes to catch up… specially… uhm…” he says, passing his index finger on the sheet of names, making you tremble in anticipation.

“He is gonna say my name, he is gonna say it“. “Miss (Surname)”

Your cheeks turn on fire and every person in that huge classroom looks at you. You could probably hear their thoughts, their laughs, their- “Miss (Surname)? Can you please stay after class?” Kisuke insists, pulling you out of your own misery of being the centre of attention. You quickly shake your head and look at him. “Uh… ye- yeah”.

Everyone leaves and you slowly put your own stuff in your bag, though you are not moving from your spot. You look at the professor, young and graceful, still a little shy, saluting the students with a cute smile. Every person abandons the classroom with a smile as well, having a young passionate professor is always a blessing after tiring classes with a mummy.

But you… you were nothing but scared. What if this man will scold you? Plus, you suck at chemistry. And he is hot as hell. You are not really sure if you are nervous to spend time alone with him just because of the academic stuff or because his presence makes your heart go faster.

When the last student has left the room, you try to stand up, but he suddenly fixes his gaze on yours. “Oh, (Name)-san, stay there. I’m coming” he says, making you bite your inner cheek because his bangs move with graceful motion as he walks up to your place. You discover intense grey eyes and a little beard garnishing his chin. This man is really young…

“So, (Name)-san. What are those problematic areas for you?” he says, sitting backwards on the chair in front of you. His arms closed over the backrest of it, and his face dangerously close to yours. You widen your eyes, his proximity feels heavy on your body, as if a force would be crushing you from your head down to the ground.

“I- basically with everything, professor Urahara” you sigh, accepting your ignorance. “uhm… I’m sure you know stuff you just don’t know how to apply them. Let me see your notes”.

Kisuke grabs your notebook and turns it his way with his index, and you can’t help but take a look at how his shirt let’s his chest slightly exposed to you. Subtly biting your lower lip wait for him to read your notes, while your mind wonders in a fantasy world of fictional approaches and not suitable for work ideas.

A side smirk invades the corner of his lips, and he takes a glance at your yours, still with his head down. It makes you shiver inside, is he doing this on purpose? Is he just effortlessly hot or he is trying something with you?

“Uhm… I see…” he says, noticing the way your body stiffens up when his hand lands over yours. For a second your mind went blank. He is holding you, he wanna grab your- your pen. Urahara takes the pen you have in your hand and began writing something on your notebook.

You breathe again, as your physiological functions shut down for at least some seconds. “See? That’s the problem! You lack some information about the aromatic rings. It’s not difficult, I will show you”. “Uhum” you nod, because frankly that’s the only thing your brain is able to do at this point.

After Kisuke spent at least an hour or so writing and explaining you about chemical compounds and who knows what he decided to stop. “You look tired, we could keep working another day if you prefer. Though this is interesting enough for me to spend the whole night” he suggests. You don’t really want to end the lesson though you would prefer if the lessons were indeed about his body all over yours.

“What about a little break outside?” you tell him because you could use some of the fresh air. Kisuke instantly stands up with a big smile, and quickly agrees with your idea. He says he will be joining you soon and so you take your phone and run towards the little park outside the classroom.

The fresh breeze of the night cools off your cheeks and it allows you to take a big gasp of air as you flop into a bench. Soon the peaceful moment between you and the moon that shines so bright is interrupted by soft hands landing on your shoulders from behind.

“fancy some?” he says, so close to your ear that makes your whole existence to tremble. He is offering an onigiri, but you wish deep inside that he was offering himself to you. “Oh, uh. Thanks” you mumble grabbing the food, grazing his fingers. Everything turns extra sensitive when your body wants something, and it wants this man so bad.

Kisuke sits right next to you, a little too close you could say. “Beautiful moon, huh?” he says, biting a piece out of his onigiri and resting his back over the bench. His arms hang behind the backrest and his head as well. Ashy blonde hair tufts fall at each side of his face in the sexiest way possible and the moon shine bathes his handsome countenance. He closes his eyes, enjoying the calm of the night, stretching his back muscles with grace. You can see how his olive-green shirt lifts just a little and shows a perfect tiny patch of milky skin of his lower belly. You can’t help but this time visibly bite your lip as your eyes fixate on his subtle indecency.

He sighs and opens just his left eye to take a quick snap of your state. And he knows exactly what he is doing, and he is playing with you, he is teasing, he wants you as much as you do want him…

Your professor takes his hand to his already loose tie and moves it side to side just to show a little more skin of his neck. Imagery that leads you to gasp and consequently choke with the rice of your dinner.

“Oh, (Name)-san! Are you alright? Breathe!” he says, sitting properly and subtly hitting your back. You stop coughing, but the proximity of your bodies makes you perhaps forget oxygen is really important to your lungs.

He tilts his head, once again letting his bangs invade the bridge of his nose and takes a look at your teary eyes. “Water?” he offers you, with his hand still on your back and a water bottle so close to your lips. You nod, out of words and blinking repeatedly.

“Here, take some” he offers you directly to your lips. He wants you to accept it from his hands, and so you do. Normally that would be some type of kind gesture, but it felt as if he wanted to treat you like something more than a student.

You drink under his sight, a gaze that turns darker as you do what he wants, even if it is as simple as drinking some water. Your eyelashes flutter over your eyes, maybe unconsciously inviting him to keep going.

“Good, that should do. Better?” he asks, painfully slowly taking the bottle of your mouth letting some drops fall on the commissure of your lips. You instantly take your hand to your mouth to dry them but he stops you, and instead his index finger wipes them for you.

“Are you ok?” he asks, smirking. Closer, closer to you. “Heh, yes- daddy”.

The last word was supposed to be thought, not said out loud but hey… you cannot control what you want sometimes. Kisuke laughs sexily, and a big smirk draws on his mouth, this time so dark it couldn’t be mistaken by anything else than pure excitement, exhilaration, and horniness for her little student.

He looks at each side, checking there was no one around campus and kisses your lips so slowly and immorally that makes you melt right there. Kisuke then passes his thumb over your shiny lips and whispers “You can call me daddy, but… I prefer the term professor. Is that clear?”

You, with eyes that went from widen to sloppy, nod accepting everything he wants you to do. “Say it, (Name)-san” he commands.

“Yes, professor Urahara ~”

“Good girl~”

Kisuke makes you sit over him, straddling yourself against his lap facing him. Right there, in the middle of campus, under the moon, in total public. You could only ask for nobody to see you two as the tree right behind the bench is not enough to cover both of you.

“Uh… (Name)-san, that wet already?” he asks, when wickedly Urahara passes his hand inside your leggings. You purr at his sudden touch, touch that searches and inspects all your anatomy. “Oh, you can purr? Like a kitty cat?” he asks, biting your lip after your soft moans.

His index, the same you saw searching and landing on your name on a list was now inside of you, in and out in beckoning motions that hit that perfect spot. You can’t stop yourself and as he fingers you, you graze yourself against his palm wanting more.

“Needy?” he asks, with his teeth grazing your chin as you throw your head back feeling a pressure building up inside your lower belly. “Y-es, professor Urahara” you moan, moving back and forth, feeling his rock-hard dick on one of your thighs, motivating you to burst, as you imagine him buried inside you.

“Your special assignment to compensate for your bad grades will be coming right in my hand. Ok, (Name)-san?” he orders, with his hand right under your blouse pinching your nipple and his other hand occupied masturbating you. You nod, desperately on the verge of climax, with throbbing, wet, ready to explode sex.

And you do, as his rhythm increases and your moans too. Moans muffled by the way you bite his shoulder while he fingers you violently. You bathe his hand with unstoppable honeys that flow from your insides losing control of your own body. Is not that you weren’t totally surrendered to pleasure, but that was just a lot more that you could expect.

“Oooof, young lady. Look at the mess we made here!” he jokes, taking his fingers to his lips and licking them as if they were a lolly. You close your eyes, biting your lips enjoying the last sting of pleasure of your orgasm, and let him conduct what’s next. Because you are sure this isn’t the end.

And in fact it is not.

“As much as I’d like to fuck you right here people will see us, and I will end up being fired faster than I expected. Let’s go inside” he says, and with wet leggings you comply.

As fast as you enter the classroom he closes the door, knowing too well it was too late for any other classes to being dictated, but still wary not anybody to see you two.

“Good, there’s nobody around” he says, and walks up to you grabbing your face and planting a violating kiss with tongue so abusive to yours that make your legs go numb.

Kisuke lifts you up and sits you over the desktop he used some hours ago to teach a whole classroom full of students. He moves away every paper that was over it in a violent quick motion and takes your leggings off as well as your shirt. He kisses you passionately as you spread open your legs to receive him closer.

Your hands pull from his shirt indicating you want him as naked as you are now, and he gets the message. “You wanna undress your professor, (Name)-san?” he jokes, grabbing your chin in between his fingers. “Yes, Professor Urahara… please” you beg, watching as he walks back a little and began unbuttoning his shirt.

His dark jeans show the prominence of his hard sex inviting you to rub your feet over it. You make him groan as your now naked soles play with his erection. “Ah… my dear (Name)-san, I knew that sweet face when I entered the classroom hide something else” he says and fast ends up totally naked before you.

You smirk, viciously licking your upper lip with the tip of your tongue, so ready for him. “Uhg… (Name)-san” he grunts and pushes you against the desk, pinning you down, just like you imagine he would do. Kisuke pulls your hips towards the border of the desk and spread your labia once again.

He then jerks himself off playing with the tip of his dick and your fluids. It makes you shiver, his dripping sex over your clit, and your aching cave waiting for him to fill it up. Anticipation, painful torture of wanting to be stretched by his manhood.

“Remember to stay quiet, Ms. (Name)” he orders, predicting your unstoppable whines when he finally stretches you out.

First the tip, balancing slowly in and out to kill you slowly and then deeply, violently, unexpectedly impaling you so roughly. And as he does, you clearly, even if you try, are unable to hold back your moans so he uses his hand to drown your whines.

“Shh…” he says, giggling while he goes faster and harder in and out of you. And you feel him twitch and gradually loose his cool as he gets lost in his own pleasure, just like you, surrendering to an incoming explosive orgasm.

You come first, motivated by his hammering hips and his thumb rubbing your clit so skilfully, acknowledging female anatomy perfectly. Orgasming, your legs trap him, pushing him even deeper into you.

He gasps, now absolutely focused on the way your spasming walls milk him. “What do you want, my cute student? Hm? Do you want me to fill you up?” he groans, now using his free hand to support himself from your neck.

“Please, professor Urahara. Fill me up” you beg, barely able to speak as he gradually chokes you and his eyes show he has nothing left of control.

“Then take it all inside, (Name)-san”

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