#after all i am A Science Guy and all the studies point to that the 7 am exercising is better for the metabolism

[mxwhore]

working on the daunting task of having an earlier bedtime and rising time

#WEIGHT BULLSHIT DISCUSSION AHEAD❗❗❗ #i gained weight lately and it overall doesnt bother besides the practicality of slightly tighter clothing #but me family!!! its all over me!! #and my tests came back a bit wack #i do understand it since my family has a lot of weight troubles related trauma #grandpa died from complications from being diabetic (miss u everyday tata) and some of my aunts cant walk because of their weight #but like bro i walk ~10000 steps everyday so its not like im a sedentary person #anyway. gotta wake up earlier to begin my day exercising #after all i am A Science Guy and all the studies point to that the 7 am exercising is better for the metabolism #eating healthy is not exactly the problem. my diet is very varied! #i just love eating lmao #anyway wish me luck! #the only bad thing about all this is that my art time is gonna be less... gotta reduce my screen time for this to work

[onelittlespiral]

You should definitely do a preppy boy tf!

FML: Contact

I knew I should have charged my phone before I left, but I was running late and didn’t want to miss my study session. I know, I know it was stupid. But the walk was only supposed to be a few blocks. I have no idea how I got this lost. It felt like I was wandering for hours, but I kept just going around in circles and ending up in front of this gym. Great, just what I needed before finals week. Maybe I should stop an- ugh. My bag spilled out in front of me as I wa a knocked to the ground.

“Hey, sorry bro.”

It seems like on about my third time around the block I finally ran into one of the gym’s patrons, idiot. For the life of me I will never know how those guys will walk out in shorts in December. I started to scoop my belongings back into my bag.

“Here, let me help- Ah fuck, that could be bad.” He picked up my laptop and handed it to me. Thankfully it seems that there wasn’t any real damage, but a few deep scratches were carved in the metal and the screen was definitely cracked.

“Just what I needed today! Look where you’re going next time!” I was nearly in tears. I was lost, I was frustrated, I think the fall tore a hole in my khakis, and now my computer would be busted till after finals.

“Hey, I said I was sorry. Didn’t mean to knock a shrimp like you down. I didn’t even hit you that hard…”

“Well sue me if I don’t have time to get swoll bro,” I spat, “but some of us have finals to study for.”

“Oh dang, that’s where I know you from! English 110, with Professor Kim. Yeah, you’re always in the front and answering shit.” Immediately the puzzle pieces clicked. I can’t blame myself for not recognizing him. He must have been one of the dudes who sat in the back, and they all basically acted, talked, and looked about the same. A bunch of gym rats struggling through the gen eds. I’m genuinely surprised he can to class often enough to recognize me. “Hey man, are you studying for this final later? I’m just like not getting this stuff. Like, why are they having Exercise Science majors out here studying English anyways?”

“Uhh, yeah maybe.” At this point I was past the point of caring about this conversation. It was such a simple class I hardly had even glanced over the study guide. I had packed my things and was making to get up and leave.

“Here bruh, lemme help you up,” and he extended his hand to me. I grabbed hold as a small shock passed between us. It was just a split second, but as his calloused, sweaty had grasped mine, I felt a jolt that stuck my hair on end. I hardly had time to notice as he hoisted me up. “Hey, if you do end up reviewing later, maybe give me a heads up. We could do a study session or something.” He pulled out a pen and scribbled on the back of a receipt. Grabbing my hand again, and pulled me into a bro hug before I could protest. Up close he was warm and humid, sweat cooling in the cold winter air. He left the paper in my hand when he pulled away. He smirked, “You should ask inside, they may be able to help. I’ll see you later tonight.” There was a confidence in his voice that sent a chill down my spine. Before I knew it he had booked it, and I was left with a piece of paper, a broken computer, and a sinking realization I was still lost.

With few options left, I popped into the gym my classmate had just come out of. Maybe they would have a charger I could borrow or be able to help me with directions. At least it was warm inside. I walked over to the man at the desk, asking “Hey, sorry to bother. Do you all have a phone charger? I am completely lost and out of juice.”

“You can bother me any time,” the attendant said with a wink, “We’ve got some chargers in the locker room, but management is struck about people using facilities without paying. You already a member with us?”

“No, do I look like a member with you all? Please, I’m tired and at this point I just need to get home.” I groaned.

“Well sorry bro, you’ve gotta get those gains somewhere… let’s see, a day pass only runs about $5,” he slid the card reader to me.

“Fine.” I thrust my card into the machine and grabbed my receipt, storming off towards the locker room.”

“Enjoy your time! Oh, sir. Those aren’t the locker rooms they are the changing ro-” and the swinging door cut him off. I cut to the first door on my left. The overhead lights activated as I walked in. The inside was warm, hotter even than the lobby. For locker rooms, there were very few lockers. Just cooler with some sports drinks, some mirrors, and a charging station. No one else was inside, so I sat down on a bench and set my phone down on the charging station. With the heat I quickly began stripping layers, till I was down to my sweater, but I was not going shirtless in this place. It looked like it would be a while before my phone would be charged. I tried to put the whole situation out of my mind as I laid back and relaxed, carried to sleep in the thick heat…

I woke up a while later, disoriented and thirsty. It may have been a bad idea to sleep in the sweater, the thing was practically dripping in sweat now. I began to pull off the damp thing when I was shocked to see what was underneath:

Abs. Pecs. Abs and pecs. I had to be dreaming, when did I go from a stick to having abs and pecs. Not only that, but my arms. Thick and smooth, my arms looked swollen, as though I had been working them out for years. And my legs, they felt like lead beneath me, so heavy I could hardly move them. I could crush a melon between my thighs. And my poor shoes, they were practically in tatters on the floor. My toes poked out of the remains, leather torn between my meaty soles. I looked in the mirror to get a full picture. If I didn’t see it I wouldn’t have believed it, I was a whole different man.

I grabbed my phone and booked it out the door back to the front desk. The same attendant was there, looking me up and down as I passed by:

“Well hey there handsome. How are you enjoying our amenities?”

I just about strangled him, “What the hell happened? What did you all do to me?!?”

“I did try to tell you. Locker rooms are the other side. Those are the changing rooms.”

“What’s that supposed mean?”

“Well, look at yourself. Must have gone for the muscle enhancement, eh? Not a bad look on you.” I could just about wipe that smug look off his face.

“Cut the bull crap, I didn’t ask for this. If you all changed me into this change me back.”

“So sorry,” the apology dripped from his lips, “but things don’t quite work that way. For more specialized changes you have to get a full membership.”

“That’s a fucking lie,” I shouted, “You never said shit about this. I don’t need your membership. Change me back, now.”

“Woah, calm down there hot stuff, no need to get so worked up. How about this. My boss is home for the night. I know what you looked like when you came in. I can sneak you back into one of our specialty changing rooms, and I’ll calibrate it myself. Deal?”

I was about in tears, “Deal.”

He took my hand and lead me to the changing room all the way in the back. Same set up, same bench in a mostly barren room. This one was maybe a tad smaller. His voice came on over the intercom:

“Alright, now just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”

This time, deep red lights came on and that same heat began to fill the room. It somehow felt a bit different. The other heat wrapped around, this one felt like it pierced. In moments my body was flooded with warmth. Sweat rolled down my body as the room began having its effects. But something wasn’t right. Instead of shrinking down to my lithe self, my body felt like it was bubbling, and began to swell even more.

“Hey. HEY! What the hell! What are you doing out there? Wrong way asshole!”

He chuckled into the intercom, “What? I think it’s a good look on you.”

“You’re supposed to change me back!” I shouted

“I said I would calibrate the room. I didn’t say how. You should feel lucky, you’re getting the VIP treatment for free!”

Everywhere sweat rolled my muscles stretched as my body began writhing under the feeling of its growth. It felt… it felt… oh god it felt… so…good. But it had to be stopped. I couldn’t keep going like this. I put all my effort into standing up and lunged for the door handle. It didn’t budge, locked from the outside.

“Oh, is this not to your taste?” he teased “Well, I already did smooth jock tonight. Fine, let’s try this then.”

The red lights switched off as dull LED’s took their place. At the same time, a mist began pouring into the room. The smell made me dizzy as I slumped back on the bench behind me. The haze curled around me and stuck to my skin. It smelled like aftershave, sharp and fresh, with a coolness that made me shiver. My skin began to tingle wherever it touched. I watched as my skin turned to goosebumps, then slowly a fine layer of fuzz began to coat my pecs. It grew and curled wherever the mist lead it. It blazed a treasure trail down my abs and branched out to cover them. I could only moan as my body pushed out my new pelt. It curled around my back as a forest erupted behind me. Working it’s way up, I felt a tickle on my jaw and cheeks. It caressed my face as a five o-clock shadow pushed out from my smooth face, and in moments a full beard was pushed out. It’s curling tendrils even worked on the hair I already had. I felt the hair on top of my head stand on end before following the mist into a thick mop. It worked it’s way into my gapping mouth too, and I felt my throat stretch and adjust, my moans coming out much deeper. Then it concentrated on my groin and pits. My previously trimmed bushes grew wild, quickly becoming a tangle. As my pubes grew around, it felt soooo good. I began getting hard, but the mist only took that as an opportunity. Something else to grow and curve. It stretched 6, 7, 8, 9 inches straight out before curving distinctly up. I was in pure ecstasy, with only the thought of the man outside watching keeping me from fully jacking off.

“Wow, what a grower. I knew you had potential but, woof.”

“You… won’t… *gasp*…get away… with… with this!”

“Oh, still a little rebel in you? Maybe we can bring that out a bit.”

The mist receded, and overhead the lights began to strobe and a loud white noise began to play. The pattern was disorientating and it hurt to watch. But even when I closed my eyes I couldn’t escape. A splitting headache developed as my emotions all turned to anger. I tried to shout, to call for it to stop, but my words didn’t even reach my ears. I watched in glimpses as I began to scream, deep and primal, rage in my eyes. My arm clenched into a fist and I ran up to pound the door down. It still didn’t budge but the shock sent a ripple down my arm. In the mirror I watched as in slow motion a full sleeve tattoo stretched down my arm. I sat down in pain and fear and anger as I grew close to tears. But the back of my mind knew that I could not cry, not anymore. Then, all at once it stopped. I realized I was still shouting. I felt pissed off, aggressive. When I got out of this room, I was gonna pummel that twink into submission.

“God, that one always gets me. I love a man with tattoos.”

“Fuck OFF” I growled. I looked in the mirror at the monster I had become:

My mind was being flooded with emotions, a sense of loss for the person I was, a rage at the man who had done this to me, an animalistic horniness from my sizable new cock, and a deep terror for what else could happen. I channeled that fury and made one last attempt on the locked door. I yanked and rattled the door with all the strength this new body could muster. I felt the handle flex beneath my grip, before a loud *snap* sent me plummeting to the ground. The handle had come off the door. I banging against the door, shouting for anyone to come help me.

“Hmmm,” the attendant contemplated, “I may have gone too far with the rage this time. You’re a beast bro, but let’s reign it in. A healthy dose of this should help.”

A new cloud filled the room, this one thicker than the last. It was damp and sticky and clung to every inch of me. This one smelled rich and acrid, like an arm pit that had long since sweat through any deodorant. It was as though every patron of the gym had joined me in the room fresh from their workout. The fog was so thick I felt as though I was beginning to choke. It slid heavily down my throat and made my eyes water. That’s when I felt it begin to corrupt me. My enraged mind became calm, then addled as my brain filled with the all consuming fog. Memories flashed before my eyes as I felt them slip from my mind, replaced with false copies. I felt my college experience shift from books and classes to working out and tutoring sessions. My classes in journalism and writing were swapped for work out routines and remedial math. Then my cock began twitching as memories of hot workout sessions with my bros filled my mind, replacing my book club. As my mind relaxed and the new memories came to me easier and easier. My IQ was slipping down quickly, resting now somewhere around 75. As my mind relaxed I felt my body do so too. The cloud began seeping into my pores, filling me with its corrupting influence. My body betrayed me, greedily sucking up the cloud until the room was completely clear. I felt warm and tingly, my body pressed flat against the cold floor. I lifted my arm to get a good wiff of my funk. My cock jumped in response. God I needed to fuck. The cloud had saturated me, inside and out, soaking me in a new identity.

“How are you feeling in there big guy?” a voice was on the other side of a speaker in the room.

“Aight I guess man. I’m tired. Guess I passed out in here,” I replied. God, just waking up from a nap and I had my morning wood. The door opened, a cute bro was on the other side.

“Have you enjoyed your day pass sir?” He asked.

“Hell yeah Lil’ bro, it’s been good. This gym is stacked. I haven’t felt this worn out after a workout in a while!”

“Have you considered upgrading that day pass to a full membership? I know I would love to see you around,” he said with a wink.

“Mmm, wouldn’t mind seeing you every day. Gimme the forms.” He led me out to the lobby, I signed a few forms, and handed me a card.

“Now remember next time, locker rooms are over there,” he smirked. “Here, this is free with your sign up.”

He threw a tank top over to me. Good thing too, I think I forgot mine at home. It fit snugly over my huge chest. It made my arms look huge too. Just a shame I sweat so much after a workout, I already had some pit stains going. Shit, I was rank.

“Thanks bro, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I strolled out the door into the cold winter air. I flexed, feeling the breeze wick some of my sweat away.

“Hey, excuse me?” Some dork walked up to me, looking desperate. I felt like I knew him from somewhere, though I couldn’t place it. “Would you happen to be able to help me? I have been going around in circles and can’t seem to find my way. I have an exam in just a few hours.”

“Nah, sorry man. I’m not quite sure I’m able to help. Never been good with directions huhu,” that’s when it clicked, “Hey, you’re in my bio class aren’t you? Ah shit, is that exam today?!? Fuck, I’m never gonna pass that crap.”

He looked a little flabbergasted, but made some excuses and was about to move on when I grabbed him. I felt something pass between us, as his gaze fell onto me, unblinking, “You should check in the gym bro, I know they can help you out.” I pulled away and the moment passed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out two receipts. The first was my receipt for my day pass. I scribbled down my contact info, and handed it off to the nerd. “Here, if you want to talk about lifting with me and my buds later you should give me a call. Looking a little scrawny bruh.”

He took the receipt before wandering towards the gym entrance. I then looked at the second paper I pulled out. Oh yeah, it was that hot gym bro from earlier. Yeah, I could meet up with him for sure. His name at the top rang a faint bell. For a split second, I remembered a friend I would sit next to in class. Smart, nerdy, nothing like the man I had met on the sidewalk earlier... But just then I felt my brain pounding, and I couldn’t focus on… whatever it was I was thinking about. Oh, right. Hot jock. Yeahhh, I’m gonna go see if he wants these rank pits shoved in his face while I ride his cock.

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Maybe not what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy anyways ❤️

#hypnosis #bro #transformation #musk #preppy tf #jockification #fml #muscle tf #changing #reality change #straight to gay #jock tf

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Revenge at the Frat House

"On your knees!" I pointed my mind control ray at the Co-Presidents of the frat. Their eyes glazed over and their legs buckled to the floor. I knew these jocks were finally mine.

The Alpha Tau Beta house was a giant mess, but it was easy to find on Frat Row. I crossed the overgrown lawn nervously, carrying my science experiment up to the front door.

This fraternity was well known for being intolerant. They'd berated me countless times at the university, but these idiots had no idea who they were beating up. Sure, I'm gay, but I was studying neuroscience, and this device was my crowning achievement. Hunter and Josh were my first test subjects.

I didn't honestly think it would work so well. The two athletes dropped quickly to their knees when I commanded. Their eyes fluttered lazily as they wobbled on the hardwood. It definitely looked like they were ready to be reprogrammed.

"What's going on..." the blonde jock groaned.

Hunter was the school's basketball star. Everybody fawned over his perfect smile. Nearly every advertisement for the school had the guy on it, wearing a sleeveless jersey that showed off his impressive wingspan.

Now, his muscular arms dangle limply at his side, twitching occasionally.

"What's going on is revenge!" I cried, "Remember me? You led your pack of fraternity goons over and had them rough me up because I had a rainbow flag on."

"Oh yeah... " he replied dumbly.

"Well things are different now," I continued, "You won't target any gay dude again!"

"I won't..." he automatically agreed.

"It was crazy that you were ever such a homophobe. After all, you're gay yourself."

"I am...?" his blank face furrowed in confusion.

"Oh yeah," I pushed the suggestion further, "You love men. You're the gayest guy on campus. Nothing makes you happier than flirting with all dudes you can."

"I'm the gayest man on campus..." the fraternity jock agreed with a cheesy smile. He seemed happy to find a new calling in life.

I know he meant it. My device was designed to embed these suggestions into his mind, body, and personality. Hunter was a full-on fruitcake, now. It wouldn't be long before he was coming onto his fraternity brothers or getting an erection with his teammates in the shower. As far as he knew, he had always loved men, and he couldn't wait to flaunt his attraction loudly.

"And you," I turned to Josh.

The second frat bro was slumped onto the floor with his jaw hanging open. He looked half asleep with the drool hanging off his chin.

"Me..." Josh slurred.

This guy was on the wrestling team, and while he wasn't the leader of the bullies like Hunter, he was almost always the first to get physical. I still remember the feeling of his beefy arms around my neck as he taught me his lesson. Now it was my turn to teach him a lesson.

"Josh, you're not gay like your buddy, but you are a wimp," I explain.

"I'm a wimp...?" he mumbles deliriously.

"Yup! Sure, you're strong and athletic, but you're a total pushover."

"I'm a pushover..." he let the words sink in.

"Literally every male you come across will intimidate you. And anyone that intimidates you can boss you around. It doesn't matter if they're older, younger, weaker, or stronger. They get to use you as they want, but you don't mind. Your body is just a tool to be used."

"I'm a tool..." Josh agreed.

"In fact, your mouth is the most useful thing about you," I added, "I mean think about all the things you can use it for. If your bro's shoes are dirty, you can lick them clean for him. Maybe he's sweaty after a work out; just offer to suck the sweat out of his pits. Heck, maybe he's too lazy to walk to the bathroom; your mouth is perfect for that too. There are so many ways to put that face hole to use."

"My mouth is a tool..." his lips fumbled the words but there was conviction in his eyes.

Josh was fully convinced of his extremely submissive personality. He was already normalizing different situations in his head where another dude would use him as they wanted, and it felt completely natural.

"Alright, I'm going to wake you two up," I decided.

Thumping them on the forehead with my mind control device, I snapped the fraternity jocks out of their subconscious state.

"Woah," Hunter winced, "What's going on?"

The basketball star caught his bearings, noticing me as I stood over him. Hunter had never looked at me with anything other than animosity, but in that moment, he licked his lips and batted his eyes. I could tell he liked what he saw.

"Well, hello handsome," the stud purred as he checked me out.

Hunter rose from the ground and sidled up to me, planting his massive palms on my waist as he stared down into my eyes. I knew he was displaying his most charming smile.

"Anything I can do for you, daddy?" he snickered mischievously.

"I'm not interested, at the moment," I said.

"Playing hard to get?" Hunter scoffed in disappointment and turned away with a sigh, "Josh, get over here!"

The burly wrestler flinched as his buddy called to him. Josh was still on the floor, trying to make his bulky frame as small as possible in the presence of real men. He'd only been able to cast nervous glances at our shoes as we stood over him, but he quickly scurried over to Hunter when he was called.

"Come on," Hunter growled at Josh, "Let me show this guy what I can do with my tongue. I'll see if he isn't interested then!"

Hunter quickly grabbed the back of his fraternity brother's head and pulled him up into a slobbery kiss. Josh barely had time to react, but he wasn't in a position to pull away. The pair of homophobic jerks made out with each other, with Hunter moaning loudly and Josh trying to keep up.

I enjoyed the scene. Hopefully, the rest of the fraternity would be back from that party soon. I wanted to see them walk in on their Co-Presidents making out in the living room.

Now that I knew my technology worked, I was planning to convert the rest of the brothers. They needed to understand Hunter and Josh's new roles in the frat house.

Soon, they would all be bullying Hunter for how gay he'd become, and they'd be using Josh in any way that amused them. I'd definitely gotten the revenge I wanted.

#gay hypnosis #hypno story #mind control

[insertdisc5]

this is a stupid question and there’s no reason for my sending it besides trying to understand/overcome my own anxiety/insecurity. your post on game dev software was extremely informative and seems like something you’re really passionate about. for some reason i can’t get past the idea that using premade visual novel/rpg/whatever software will be seen by others as, like, “that doesn’t count as making a real game, you just dragged and dropped stuff into a program someone else made, anyone can do that” or something. I’ve never played any visual novels, but i enjoyed rpgmaker games like The Witch’s House and Ib when i was a kid, and undertale is my favorite game of all time, so I know how good games like that can be. I thought I could learn to make video games at some point by studying computer science in college, but by my 3rd semester i couldn’t focus so i changed my major. That was almost ten years ago, and I feel like an idiot seeing so many people younger than me having so much fun doing stuff that i just gave up on after it became “too challenging” even though I’ve been using computers all my life. I guess what I’m asking is, how do you get over the fear of doing something, saying “hey look what i made/accomplished!” and having someone else say “that’s actually easy to do, you shouldn’t be proud, and here is an example why” and then you’re just left standing there like “damn, maybe i need to reflect on how stupid i am” instead of “man, that guy was a jerk.” sorry if that didn’t make sense.

you have to not think of yourself as yourself, but think of yourself as your friend telling you "someone said mean things to me" and of course when a friend says that to you you say "i will kill them for you you are amazing and the apple of my eye and they dont know what theyre talking about and what you made was great and once again: i will kill them for you". also if anyone says to you "you shouldnt be proud of this thing you made" then you are legally allowed to kill them it's in the world constitution

#ask tag

[2smolbeans]

I am OBSESSED with your Obey Me writings. Would it be possible to something where one of the brothers (or others) disguises themselves as someone else in order to sleep with their darling? Imagine if you tried to run away and they're still trying to make you love them so they know they can't just force themself onto you, but at the same time they NEED your body. Maybe it's even a continuous thing, imagine the horror if every new lover you take on turns out to be them. Over and over again you try to run away but end up running right back into their arms. The gaslighting potential is perfect for a yandere who wants the more subtle approach.

ANONN THISSS 💖💖 Also sorry this took so long to finish 😭

A Demon Inside The Church

Yandere Satan x Antro/mythologist reader

Tags: Religious themes, gaslighting, manipulation, minor nsfw depictions, stalking, impersonation, minor character death, deception, body marking, paranoia, attempts at escaping, Mc has a crush on someone, branding pact mark, possessive behavior, isolation.

*This is unedited and long

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You weren't always a superstitious person. In fact, you were a person of science, an atheist. However, you were always fascinated with what stories life had to offer, its history, and, as of recently, its beliefs. Mythos, urban legends, and religions- it had caught your eye when your philosophy professor had mentioned them in his typical lesson. A one-off mention, but you decided to look more into it. For some reason, it had unlocked a childhood memory of when you used to read Greek mythology back in middle school.

As of late, you started going to the church near your university campus. You weren't Christian, and by no means did you believe in an afterlife. But you were curious about Christianity and its beliefs. In the beginning, you weren't fascinated with the repetitive worship music that sounded the same. If anything, you had a hard time staying awake as the singers kept repeating the same words and phrases over and over.

But it was worth staying as the sermons would begin after. Each sermon teaches a new belief, a new lesson, a new verse. You were in awe with how the pastor would passionately preach his words, the things you'd learn about the people in the church.

It made you curious about what it would be like to study and record the cultures, religions, and traditions of people around the world. After all, if just learning and investigating your typical local church from an academic point of view was enjoyable, imagine the possibilities of branching out! Maybe perhaps becoming an anthropologist wouldn't be so bad.

You balanced it out, your school, and then your church. For once, everything felt like it was in place, you had reconnected with your old passion, recognizing faces, making acquaintances. You were truly happy.

Funny enough, you even met this guy who happened to be around the same age as you.

Brown eyes, brown hair. He was an average looking guy, nothing made him stand out. You didn't know his name, or if he went to the same university. But every Monday at exactly 3am, he'd show up and read at the library. It was interesting- he was interesting.

Like the bored nerd you were, you started speculating in your head. Why did he always appear at 3am? Was he perhaps a ghost that would only appear in the witching hours? A vampire that walked amongst the earth when it was dark? A low ranking angel who liked to relax in the church?

Of course these were all just make believe scenarios. You had a tendency to make up backstories or scenarios about recurring people. You weren't much of a talker or socializer, you didn't have a lot of close friends, but for some reason you had a bit of courage to go up to the man and talk to him. Though funny enough, the moment you approached him, he was already smiling at you, patting a chair next to him.

Awkwardly shifting your way towards the brown haired male, not expecting him to even acknowledge you. You sat down, trying to muster up any words. But soon enough, you calmed down as he spoke, his warm eyes comforting you as he let out a chuckle.

"Hey, no need to be nervous! I'm just chilling here"

He pulled out the chair for you, his chin resting on the palm of his head as he had a small grin on his face.

"Nono- uh, I'm not nervous..Just uhhh- sorry I don't know..”

You trailed off, unsure of what to do in the small talk.

"It's fine, no sweat! Anyways It's kinda nice talking to you for once"

"Sorry? Wait, do I know you?"

You let out a chuckle, feeling your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment that began to creep up.

"Well, I mean I dunno? I mean if you're wondering how I know you, I just see you around class here and there"

You perked up, accidentally raising your voice from your excitement, immediately covering your mouth with your hands as you apologized.

"WAIT SO YOU- Oh shit sorry..Wait so you also go to Morninghaven?!"

"Always have~"

The two of you talked for hours. By the time you both parted ways, it was already six in the morning. Little by little the two of you got closer, eventually getting each other's numbers and sitting together during each lecture. Apparently, he just liked going to the library at 3am because of how empty it was.

It was funny how the both of you had so much in common.

Damien was his name. That brown haired geek, Damien. It had been at least 5 months since you've known him, and you hated to admit it, but he was the first close friend you've ever made in a while. He indulged in your hyperfixations, listening to your rambles while he also returned the favor. He was talkative, always sure to give a long answer to something so small. Even if you were to ask him about his favorite color, he would somehow turn the conversation about the meaning and ‘biology’ about colors.

“Why do you do that?”

You suddenly asked him, sipping at your drink as he sat across from you.

“Do what?”

You swayed your legs back and forth, the height of the bar stool keeping your feet from touching the ground. Listening to the jumbled up conversations that warmed the cafe, you stared at Damien. Smiling while feeling flustered, eyebrows perked up, your voice perked up - you let your mind speak as you put your drink down.

“We always talk about something small, and somehow it devolves into a whole essay of a conversation about big things!”

You exclaimed, gesturing your hands, hoping that it would help aid your poor choice of words that you thought you made.

“Oh sorry..My bad…”

“Nono! It’s not bad! I’m just wondering why? I thought it would just bore you..Or that I was boring to talk to..”

You deflated, sinking down to your seat as you sipped your drink. Damien leaned forward out, ready to retaliate.

“What?! What are you saying?”

“..Do you just ramble because I don’t bring much to the conversation..?”

The both of you stayed in silence. You were trying to hold back a laugh as you purse your lips, while Damien had a deadpan smile.

“....Stay still. I’m gonna slap you”

Immediately, Damien began to reach for you from across the bar table, nearly knowing it down as you slapped away at his hands from touching your face. You were laughing hysterically while Damien muttered to you to “stay still damn it!” and “This is what you get for being such a dumb dumb!” while he continued his efforts.

“What! Gahh! Stop!!”

“Fine, fine! But y’know, have you ever thought that maybe I like rambling to you because I want to talk more with you?”

…Being around him was one of your favorite things throughout the day. He was just so warm..So comfortable to be around. He made you feel wanted, something that you haven't felt until you met him.

"Are you an angel?"

His voice pitched from the other side of the call.

"Pfft what?! That's so random! What is this all about?"

You playfully rolled your stomach onto the bed, your feet up in the air while your legs kicked up and down slowly.

"I'm serious. Are you?"

Rolling his eyes, Damien let out a smug smirk.

"I dunno, depends on you"

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't have some sort of attraction towards Damien. Sure, it was a small crush, but you were happy with the friendship you had with him. You didn’t care if he had gotten another partner or if he didn’t share the same feelings. You were just happy being with Damien who liked talking to you.

Though, you were wrong about that. Ironically, after a week of not seeing Damien. He had actually opened up to you about his feelings towards you. Telling you how he needed a break from spending time together, how he had realized he was slowly falling for you - how he didn't want to ruin the friendship between the two of you. He was scared to see you once he realized how strong his feelings were towards you. After that, the two of you started dating. The relationship felt strange at first, but you weren't complaining. Whatever you needed, Damien was there. When you were sad- Damien was there to comfort you. Whenever you walked to class, he was always right by your side.

It's always been like that, even when the two of you were just friends. But didn’t Damien also have friends to hangout with as well? He'd always go out with them every now and then, and you'd be left on your own whims.

But now?

There wasn't a time where Damien wasn't by your side.

Another thing you've noticed about Damien was that his temper sometimes got the best of him. When it came to the smallest of things- an ant crawling on one of his books, when you would hold your bible close to your chest, how you sometimes looked at other people for ‘too long’. He would either scoff or nearly pop a vein on his head.

How possessive he was towards you, always kissing you and holding you close. Sweetly convincing you to come back to bed, to always look at him, that he adores you too much for you to leave so soon. Bad mouthing the acquaintances that would take up your time from him. Jokingly wishing that they would drop dead or fall ill so that you could focus on him more.

The way he was prideful and rough he was whenever the two of you would be alone and intimate. His hands all over you, his teeth nipping at every inch of your skin. Almost as if he was in a hurry to get those marks all over your body. How he’d mutter those words into your ear, repeating it like a prayer while he shoved your face to whatever surface there was. How beautiful you looked to be ‘finally his’. How sharper his nails would feel whenever he grabbed your hips. The way he would rhythmically pump into you repeatedly, always in a trance with the purpose of cumming inside you. Always lovingly belittling you whenever you cried from the overstimulation, out matching your stamina in an inhuman amount.

It was weird how he never let you look at him whenever the two of you were doing those sorts of things..Was he trying to hide something?

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"How come you never let me see you whenever we do it?"

"...I don't want you seeing something you might not like.."

"Aww.. You know I love every part of you.. "

He hugged you, resting his head against the crook of your neck.

"If only.."

He was controlive over the little things you did.

“Why don’t you wear this? I don’t want people staring at you..”

“You have some time, right? So why don’t you just come with me instead of them?”

“Are you asking me to lock you up in this room? No? Then why are you making it so hard to just listen to me?”

He was always demanding to know where you were and what your plan for the day was. Making sure he had tabs on your daily activities.

Now that you noticed it, Damien was more..Dry. Sophisticated. Calculative. Sure, he would be somewhat expressive, smiling, and softly speaking. But, back then, he was more loud, more..Different. You felt so alienated from him at times. What happened? You couldn’t put your finger on it.

Was Damien always like this?

Damien even stopped going to the church. You found it weird since Damien loved going to church with you. It was the place you first met each other. He loved how you would study the pastor's words, making serious notes about the lessons. Sitting right next to you as he also made notes regarding the philosophy of Christianity. You were a church duo, even though the both of you weren’t religious.

But now..Damien hated it. Often complaining how annoying the pastor was with his scriptures. The thing he onced loved became the thing he despised the most. He was once friendly with the pastor. Now, you only find him staring eye to eye with the pastor, stoic towards his words.

"Be weary of the sweet temptations of the world. For Satan is cunning, speaking with honeyed words, luring you into damnation."

"But folks, we have to remember this. There is no need to fear him! He is dethroned, casted away by god. We must always declare his defeat. That is how we remove the authority of the enemy.”

You swore from the corner of your eye, and you saw Damien grin from that statement - as if it was personal to him. The next day, the pastor fell severely ill, according to his wife. You were worried, of course. You talked with the pastor here and there, and you wanted to at least send some medicine or soup for the poor man. Damien, however, just laughed at your attempts, hugging you as he pushed his face against your chest. Calling you adorable for ‘wanting to bother the old nut’.

You had a dream a few days later. You were in the church library, alone. Everything was distorted, books meshed together like liquid, people’s faces blurred out. But, Damien was there, waiting for you. The sweet angelic Damien you knew from the past, smiling and patting a chair that was next to him.

“I missed you”

Before you could say anything, you woke up. You couldn’t place on why you were feeling the way you were feeling, but you were incapable of holding back the tears from flowing. It was like you were grieving over a dead person. But, really- you were sad over nothing.

You were slowly getting paranoid over the small things that were starting to recur. Whenever you walked outside, there was always an owl there- it’s neck following your movements. The small whispers that you swore you could’ve heard calling out to you. The hands that would wrap around your waist whenever your back was turned. Your bible and church notes trashed or missing. The bite marks that would appear out of nowhere when you would wake up. Your mind pulled into a trance whenever you would stare too long into Damien’s eyes. The dreams..How your memories were vaugely replaced little by little with someone else you’ve never encountered.

The worst part was, your mind accepted it as normal - your body seemed to relax at the thought of it. But it wasn’t normal, you knew that.

You had a slight theory in your head, a terrifying thought that brought you shaking whenever you questioned its validity. Was this even Damien? He was acting so fucking weird ever since he disappeared for that week. Everything was just so odd. Like you were cursed by an unknown force. What if this wasn’t Damien? What if Damien was missing and you were dating some skin walker? When you knew Damien, he felt so warm and comfortable to be around. Now, if anything- it often felt too possessive, lustful- intense when you were with him.

It didn’t help when you found that mark behind your back.

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“Hey..Babe, what is this?”

"Oh that? Yeah, you're weird. I told you going to that party was a bad idea, but you didn't listen. You should've seen my face when you showed me it! Why did you think getting that tattoo was a good idea?"

But it wasn't a tattoo. The more you looked into the strange mark on your back, the more concerned you got. It was green, almost glowing. A demon marking.. A ritualistic mark that bonds you to the demon who claimed you as their own. You've read about this. The mark was equivalent to a proposal, promising an afterlife full of happiness in hell. What party did you even go to?

When did you get this?

"I don't know hun..You just showed up with it"

How the fuck do you get rid of it? Fuck, did you have to get laser surgery?

"Honey, calm down. It's not that bad. It's just a tattoo. Plus, I think it looks wonderful on you"

Nonono, you don't want this. Why was there some fucking satanic pact mark on your body?

"Maybe you should stop reading those books..Or maybe just take a break from the whole demons and angels church thing."

Why was this on your body?

"Honey, you know there’s no harm in it right? I think those books are starting to get into your head.."

Maybe...But still it was fucking creepy! But nonetheless, the constant studying and fixation of demons and hell were starting to tire you out. Maybe, you should focus on your assignments more..

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Time passed and it had been at least a year since you and Damien were dating. You were in your final year until graduation, and surprisingly- things were going smoothly. Though your paranoia worsened. You had tried to remove the mark behind your back, even paid for laser surgery to remove it. Explaining to the dermatologist that it was an accident tattoo. Though when the mark was removed, it appeared the next day- as if it completely healed over the treatment.

The relationship hadn’t changed..Damien was still possessive and greedy for your affection. However, Damien was somewhat back to his old self…Somewhat.

Thinking about the past, the stalking, the mark behind your back- it had brought an old familiar feeling back. The church, you wanted to go back and attend it. To at least say hi, for old times sake. To get some answers- some comfort about your fears. You contemplated on bringing Damien, but ultimately heavily decided against it. So you went at night, opening the doors to be greeted with the warmth you were once familiar with.

You smiled as you saw the pastor on the stage, cleaning up and checking up on the instruments for the worship band.

“Sir! How are you? It’s been so long”

The pastor walked towards you, extending his arms out to you as he smiled.

“It’s been so long! What happened? I thought you moved!”

You chuckled, hugging him close as you embraced him, enjoying how cozy he felt.

“Nono! Of course not! Things just got in the way. But I’m glad you’re still here”

The pastor stepped away, eying you up and down, wanting to say something before holding back as he motioned you to follow him. Walking behind him, you both ended up in the office that was located in the basement of the church.

“Sit, I want to talk to you about something”

He sat down behind the table, rummaging through the wooden desk, looking for something as you sat across him.

“I’m a bit worried for you. You disappeared for a while..Something seems off about you..Is anything bothering you?”

You sat quiet for a bit. Should you mention the mark? You wanted to, but you were scared with the answer that would come out. So you didn’t mention it, but you mentioned the other instances you felt when something was wrong.

“Well..I felt paranoid. Whenever I’m not looking it felt like someone was there, touching and whispering in my ear..There’s always there..Like-”

“An unease? That the room feels a lot heavier?”

“Yeah..Exactly like that..But it’s no longer like that! Sure it’s here and there, but it’s really nothing”

The pastor just stared at you. Biting his lip before handing you two things. Anointing oil, and a bottle of holy water..

"I think you should take these. The anointing oil will help protect whatever room, person, or thing of yours"

You took it, examining the items as he continued speaking to you.

"With the oil, you just take a bit of it on your finger and draw a cross on it. It's best that you say a prayer before it"

You nodded your head, smiling as he continued.

“I plead the blood of Jesus Christ over this room. I pray and demand that any spirits in this room be gone in the name of the lord. That this oil that is anointed with the holy spirit will shield and protect me from Satan.”

"Like that?"

Smiling, he gestured his hands, telling you to hold the items close to you.

"Of course! And with the holy water..Well I'm assuming you've watched a bunch of horror movies haha!"

Thanking the pastor, you eventually made your way back home. Promising that you would keep in touch with him as he ushered you outside the doors. When you finally arrived at your dormitory, you let out a scream as Damien stood in front of you.

“Jesus! Damien! Don’t just stand there!”

“Where were you?”

Oh right, you didn’t tell him..

“I was just out running some errands, walking around, sorry I forgot to tell you..”

You felt more worried about him finding out about going back to the church rather than his concern for you.

“Are you lying?”

You exclaimed as you dropped your bag, patting his shoulder as your lips stretched out to a thin line.

“Damien..I would never lie to you..”

You almost felt guilty for deceiving him, but you didn’t want him to know.

“..Well, let’s go back to bed okay? The bed felt cold without you..So please?”

He pleaded with you, turning off the lights, guiding you to the bed short after as his hands grabbed onto yours.

“Haha, of course.”

“I love you so much..”

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You’ve been thinking about it, using the oil and holy water. When Damien was gone for an hour to do an exam, he needed to pass. You, who were free from all of your work, decided to open the anointing oil. Putting a few drops of the oil on the tip of your finger, you anointed the room. Drawing a cross, as you said a small prayer.

Maybe one or two more would be best? You thought of nothing of it. It was just a gift, something that you wanted to try. Something that would perhaps ease your fear. Nothing would come out of it.

But something did.

Damien had a severe headache and reaction the moment he stepped in your room. Groaning in pain as he nearly fell to the floor. Clutching his head in pain as the ungodly sounds of wheezing came out of his throat. You were terrified as you saw Damien try to get ahold of himself. Whispering to himself while you stood there, frozen.

Adrenaline rushed through your body as a million thoughts went through your head. He was just stressed, right? He just came back from an exam, maybe he's tired. You tried to rationalize your extreme theories to calm yourself down. But even then, a few words had slipped out of your mouth - unconsciously wanting to test out your theory.

"Get behind me Satan."

He knelt as he stared at you in disbelief.

".......What?"

Your voice shook in fear, your eyes furrowing as you stared at your boyfriend.

“You heard me. Who are you?”

Fixing his composure, Damien looked at you concerned. Cautiously approaching you while also keeping a safe distance.

“Honey, what are you talking about? Calm down okay? Take a deep breath, I was just a bit stressed from staying up all night”

You sneered as you were quick to grab the holy water from your cabinet, loosening the cap as you raised your voice.

“Cut the shit. G-God..What did you do to Damien?!”

Tearing up, you shouted as you splashed the holy water at him. Making sure to throw a large amount towards his face.

“Honey what are you talkin- FUCK!”

He sneered in pain, cowering down as he tried to cover himself. Now you were panicking as your theory was confirmed. You had almost felt bad, stupid, delusional even. But now? Your fight or flight senses were triggered.

“W-Why did that hurt you?! HUH?! T-TELL ME!”

You waved the bottle frantically. Your eyes widening as you saw his skin burning in agitation from the water that hit his skin. He tried to excuse himself, to save whatever grace he had. But you weren’t having it. Screaming out scriptures, dousing him in holy water- you had eventually revealed him for what he truly was.

Blonde hair, curled horns protruding out of his head, the sharp tail that moved side to side swiftly. He wasn't human. This wasn't Damien.

“This hurts you! You’re..A demon..In the name of the holy-"

But before you could finish your sentence, your prayer, your last ditch effort to handle the situation, he interrupted you. Rushing towards you he pinned you against the cabinet that you were standing behind. His hands gripping onto the edges of the wood, your body sandwiched in between the hard surface and his chest. With nowhere to escape, you tried screaming- but he was quick to wrap a hand around your throat, threatening to squeeze deathly tight, warning you to keep quiet.

“Are you finished? I could kill you right now and take you with me for all eternity. But I would rather take my time and not hurt you... So just be good for me, okay?”

You nodded your head frantically, trying to speak as your words were whispered. He eyed you, loosening his grip around your neck.

“Why? Why are you doing this? Who are you?”

In awe, his lips softly kissed your cheek, trying to comfort you as you teared up from fear.

“Aww..Love..Well, it’s obvious isn’t it? Satan, that’s who I am. I know this is a lot for you but, I want you to know that I love you. Okay?”

Satan.

Satan?

The demon that replaced Damien, the one who made you breakfast everyday. The one who was jealous whenever you dared speak to anyone. The one you gave your virginity to..?

Satan himself was in love with you? Satan, the prince of darkness, one of the rulers of hell- was here professing his love to you. How long has he been using Damien’s face for? Where was Damien if he was taking his place?

“Where’s Damien then? What did you do to him?”

You asked, your lips shuddering as you thought about him. If he had disappeared, then..

“Don’t worry about him, he's fine. Better than how he was wasting his life away before”

A surge of panic coursed through your body, your hands instinctively shoved Satan away with all of your strength.

“YOU KILLED HIM?!”

Unfazed, he sighed as if you were overreacting. His palms reached out towards you, telling you to calm down from your outburst.

“Now, he wasn’t in any pain. He didn’t even see it coming, so don’t worry about him. Afterall, he became the sweet angel you always thought of him as. So either way, everyone benefits in this situation”

Your jaw clenched as your eyes wavered at the demon who stood in front of you.

“I’m not going to hurt you...I’m not doing this for the sake of destroying your life. In fact- I’m doing it for the sake of making it better! I love you, you don’t understand - I need you. You fascinate me - you're the only human on this earth I deem tolerable!"

"I had to do it, I know it’s hard for you to understand, but Damien was just a nobody in your life. There are lots of people like him out there in the world. So please, just think for a moment."

You recoiled as you felt his sharp nails softly outline the curves of your face. Cringing as you stood there fear, hearing his insane ramblings.

“You’ve read about me. Studied me. Talked about me. You were just as interested in me as I was for you. Don’t you think that's special?”

Bitterly, you spat at his face.

"I want you gone. Out of my life. I will never love you- you'll never have me. Get out."

He looked at you, almost remorseful as you glared at him- only to then smirk and roll his eyes..And with that, he disappeared in a blink of an eye. For a good year, even until graduation- you never saw him again. It was almost as if he never existed.

All the messages, the call histories, everything- they were gone.

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It had been a few years ever since he stopped approaching you, only deciding to watch you from a distance. Hiding in the shadows, lurking in the small corners of your home, he admired you.

It drove him mad when observed your cute little attempts at avoiding him. Always wearing that small cross around your neck, never interacting with anyone outside of the church. Praying everyday on the edge of your bed before you go to sleep, hoping to ward him off forever.

You were such an adorable little sheep. So desperate to keep him away, not knowing it only made him want you more. Every night he watched you, hungrily devouring your body with his eyes, enjoying how meek you've become. He wanted to take you right then and there, surprising you with his presence when he would emerge from the shadows. How would your face look in fear? Would you scream at him? Attempt to perform an exorcism?

Would it be enjoyable watching you break down from the spot? Hearing you whimper when he would corner you. Watching you plead for him to leave you alone. The slow burn of you fearing him, only to reach out to him out of desperation when he's hovering over you.

You're starved aren't you? Lonely, and starved for an ounce of emotional attention. You haven't been talking to a lot of people lately, even when you're in the illusion of safety when you're in the church. He felt so bad for you, yet so eager for you. All vulnerable and alone..You're still sad about that human boy weren't you?

That's okay.

There was nothing a new face couldn't fix.

Sooner or later, he'll have you forget about him. He'll have you wrapped up around his finger. You'll live your perfect minuscule human life with him until death do you part- temporarily. After all, heaven wouldn't allow an angel with the mark of the beast into their pearly gates, would they?

A new face, a new name. He would meet you again at the church. Charming you with his words, coaxing you with his sweet voice that was hard to resist. Making you smile again, hearing that angelic laugh of yours, feeling your warmth when you cuddled underneath him.

He missed how good it felt to be with you. He loved every bit of it. How it gave him an excuse to act out on his pent up urges towards you. To have your legs so nicely wrapped around his torso, drowning in pure lust from those sweet sounds you'd make. To finally have your body all to himself.

It wouldn't last for long though.. You were smart- too smart. You always somehow found out a way to identify him through the smallest of ways. Through the subtle gestures he'd make, the appearance he decided to appear as, or even from saying an old ancient spell against him just to see his reaction. You even went as far as spraying him with holy water like some sort of cat at one point.

How intentive!

That's why he loved you. You were so intelligent, brighter than most. That's why he didn't mind doing it over and over again. Like a game of cat and mouse. You'd gain a sense of security, feeling confident that the man right next to you wasn't him- only for it to break again when you came to terms with the truth.

He didn't mind. It was exciting watching you ponder about him. It was special what the both of you had together. Seeing your face contort in pure anguish and rage when you realized that the person you had slept with, the one you had trusted your whole heart with, was only him the entire time. How you would beg, even try to bribe him with intimacy and sex- just for him to leave you alone. Pleading him to stop impersonating people and potential partners.

"But this is fun darling. Watching you break down every time~"

"I can't just give it all up for something I can do whenever we're together"

"There's really no issue here, you're the only one who's making it a problem"

"Running away, panicking for no reason…You already know I won't hurt you. I just want to love you."

"So really, when will you stop?"

No matter how much you run, he'll always have you in his arms. Even in death, you won't ever be able to escape him.

How long will it take for you to crumble and accept him? When will you stop running away from him? Time and time again, you would run away- only to come crawling back to him.

So why don't you just accept the inevitable?

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#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompt #obey me #yandere obey me #obeyme satan #yandere satan #yandere demon #mc x satan #yandere obey me x reader #obey me mc #yandere headcanons #yandere #obey me yandere #This took FOREVER TO FINISHHHHHH #I'm ngl I don't think I wrote this one well lolol #hdjajsdjen I hate editing sjjsjsjswndjf #I give up on editing #my boy Damien got murked #Satan pulls a mandela catalog

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Human Things

Pairing- Norm x Na'vi!reader

Summary- Norm Spellman and his mate.

A/N- this was a request that I have been wanting to do for a while lmao

After the war with the sky people they were sent back to their dying planet, but luckily for you Norm was allowed to stay. When he was allowed to enter the clan with his friends he got closer and closer to you and then you two mated in front of Eywa in his avatar body. And when you saw him in human form he was scared, scared you were going to think he was weird looking, ugly even but that was farther from the truth. You thought he was cute like a little doll.

So you started coming to him during lab hours were he was in human form and you loved it. And he started teaching you human things starting with music.

"And this is called a rad-io." You say touching the mysterious little box and then music started blaring out of it making you jump and Norm laughs. "It's okay it's okay babe this is a radio and what is coming out of it is music." He explains and you furrow your eyebrows. "This does not sound like music." You say tilting your head and bringing it closer to the radio. "That is because there are different types of music like this is-" he picks the box with the music on it. "This is Metallica." He says. You tap your foot on the ground. "I like it." You say giving him a small. And along with music he taught you how humans dance.

You stood up crouching a little not to hit your head on the ceiling. Norm shakes his hips around embarrassed smile on his face as you study his figure, "And that's somewhat how people dance where I am from." He says stopping his movement. "Hm you guys do have different stuff from us, can I try to dance like that?" You ask him enthusiastically. "Of course let me put some music on." He says. He pops some hyperpop song on and you move your hips to the sound, and if Norm could fall even deeper in love with you he would because you looked like a goddess. "Come Norm let us dance."

And then he taught you the nerdy stuff, science formulas you had no idea what they meant but at least you heard his voice, he taught you about star trek star wars, everything. And with all of this learning about him and his human things you began to pick up his mannerisms.

It started off small when you would talk with Jake and Neytiri. "Maybe we should show these men up they say they can hunt better than us, should we Y/N?" Neytiri laughs as you do. "Hell yeah." You say to the other woman who looks at Jake who was just as confused. And then it happened when Norm was in the vicinity. "And then I hit him right in the face." Jake says as he talks about how he fought a animal off of him. "Righteous." You say giving him what Norm called a high-five. Jake and Neytiri look over to Norm who had a smile on his face and they gave him a small nod of enthusiasm you were learning new things at least, even if it was nerdy.

And then one day you were excited because Norm was going into the forest in his human form and that meant you could show him stuff. As you were showing him stuff you pointed to something close to you but far from him. "Uh Y/N I'm sorry babe I can't see it." He says your lips form a pout and the you had an amazing idea. You reached for him picking him up like he was a big stick. He was shocked, a little scared even but the smile you had on your face when he was in your hands he just let it happen.

So after that incident it became more frequent, he needs to get something you pick him up, he wants to see something you pick him up, his legs hurt don't worry you'll pick him up.

One day he was out and you decided to look around and you found yourself in his closet, some strangely hard socks (I'm sorry I couldn't not write that), and then you looked in his clothes they were cute. And one time you heard some scientists saying that wearing your partners clothes was a sign of love or something along the lines of that. So you picked a shirt up it had a picture of a band on it. "Iro-n maid-en." You sounded out before stepping out of the closet.

You put the shirt on and it looked good, it was cropped seeing as your way taller than him in human form. You stepped out of the lab and greeted Neytiri who looked at the shirt in confusion which you only smiled at. And then you spotted Norm, you ran over to him and waved. "Hello Norm." You say hands behind your back. He looks at you and does a double-take.

"M-my shirt." He asks stuttering over his words on how good you looked. "Yes do you not mind I can take it off if you wan-" you say going to take it off before begin stopped by Norm. "No, no, no I like it." He said. And when many of his shirts went missing you pretended not to know, but they were stashed in your home but he doesn't need to know that.

And when Neytiri and Jake had kids you both loved them. You watched them when they went on dates, needed a break, anything. And you would always allow spider to stay with you, you felt it wasn't right for him not to have a home.

And that's how life is with Norm and his Human loving wife.

#avatar 2022 #avatar 2 #avatar 2009 #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar x reader fluff #avatar x y/n #avatar x you #avatar x reader #norm avatar #norm should have had more screen time #norm spellman x y/n #norm spellman x reader #norm spellman

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˖˚˳⊹Blue Lock University: an Uni AU˖˚˳⊹

included: aiku, chigiri, gagamaru, kaiser, isagi, nagi, reo, rin, sae, shindou

note: already thinking about uni even though i still have two months LMFAOOO i am catching up on bllk and i finally made it to the different team battles. idk y'all manshine city kinda slaps all of these HC's are not official! check out part 2!

aiku

oh god, this guy gives off business major energy

most definitely in a frat, you can't prove me wrong

the kind of student that slacks off and parties all night but manages to do decent on exams and in class

not stellar but decent

insanely popular, gets all the girls but doesn't know how to keep them

the class clown

professors hate him so much but he does well enough where they can't lecture him

chigiri

Sports medicine major: wants to help people the way doctors helped him when he tore his acl

also oversees track and xc meets because of his speed

can be spotted at the cafe studying most of the time

likes to spend time to himself but doesn't mind seeing friends once in a while

but when he has a deadline he will focus on that 1000%

Everyone likes him, he gets good grades and is always very good with finishing things on time

His sister and mom visit him often, a family boy!

loves when people compliment his hair

gagamaru

Agricultural science or archeology major: mans is in the mountains constantly

probably does research there

a little bit of an oddball, mostly on the quiet end in class

that being said, he's an underdog in his class rank and always performs suspiciously well

people are scared of him because of his stoic aura but is a genuinely good person to get advice from and study with

if you get past his quirks, he's a great friend and an ever better person to depend on when you need it

kaiser

please hear me out

at first i thought "another business major but THEN"

i realized he could also be a really self-centered, full of himself STEM major

so i am going to say he is in computer science and thinks he is the true pioneer

honestly, the person that people complain about after class

tryhard and complains about getting a B on something

that being said, if you get on his good side, he is slightly more kind to you

isagi

kind of the same as kaiser but a psychology major, more popular, and much nicer lol

likes to study athletes and wonder if their personalities line up with how they play

a hard worker and studier, his weekends are rarely for rest

likes to go out though, he takes comfort in small things like visiting friends and grocery shopping

believe a healthy body is consistent with a healthy mind so is constantly health-conscious and drinks a ton of water

his parents send him care packages occasionally :))

nagi

this guy is undecided for now major-wise but will probably do something in video game development or digital communication

possibly cybersecurity if he actually wants to put in the work

lazy as hell but we knew this

constantly skips or sleeps in class but manages to do well

reo has to wake him up or call him if he has an early class he cannot miss or an exam or else nagi would legit miss it

isn't seen out much but when he is, he's with reo

fond of arcades, hoodies, and sweatpants

president of the gaming club and is surprisingly popular because of his gaming abilities

i believe him and reo share an apartment that the mikages help with financially because at this point nagi is like a second son to them <3

reo

another business major, this time marketing

president of the uni's business frat for sure

the definition of star student

everyone loves him but he only hold a few close to him because he knows a lot of people gravitate to him for his money

despite his family line, he is the most humble person you'll ever meet

super polite and respectful

he and nagi live in a shared apartment and only a select few friends get to come over

but when they do, reo shows them the best hospitality and above all, they actually study since he is a man of his word

rin

Definitely doing something in sports administration

the tryhard that is usually quiet, but piss him off and he WILL let you know

part of the school's podcast and newspaper club, where he works on reporting sports and talking to athletes

hates to be compared to his brother who is in the same major as him

gets jealous easily and finds it hard to keep a relationship because of this

communication is key for him in all aspects

sae

also sports adminstration

quieter than his brother but also has more attitude

enjoys being alone no matter where on campus he is in

but also popular

an ace student

is a part of a soccer travel team so is away a lot

drinks venti cold brews

shindou

biology... i don't need to explain LMFAOOOO

is VERY interested in all that stuff

actually a good student but is a class clown

doesn't take work seriously but does well enough

befriends everyone although he is a little unhinged

no filter at all

loves sugary coffee and staying up until the sun rises

would be part of the improv team bc he has a quick mouth and is quick thinking

thanks for reading!

#headcanon #blue lock #hc #blue lock headcanons #bllk #oliver aiku #gagamaru gin #gagamaru #nagi seishiro #seishiro nagi #reo mikage #mikage reo #isagi yoichi #michael kaiser #chigiri hyoma #itoshi rin #itoshi sae

[hadesisqueer]

In Spain we have Baccalaureates and several modalities: Science, Technological, Arts, Social Sciences, Humanities... All of them have a few commom subjects such as Spanish History or Spanish Language, but each one has specifics; Humanities Students don't take Math, Biology or Physics, but they do take Art History, Latin or Ancient Greek. I am the prime example of an Humanities Baccalaureate student.

The point is that there's a stereotype that says that Science Baccalaureate is harder than Arts or Humanities. And in my second year there was a guy who was a Science student and he had switched in his second year to Humanities, since he'd realized that although the Science one would suit, the Humanities Baccalaureate would be better for the major he'd choose after graduation. And I remember specifically that he said he was an average-leaning-good student in the Science one, which meant that the Humanities Baccalaureate would be easy as fuck because the Science one is much harder and he'd be the top student in this one.

This same guy ended up having to retake the year and switch again for the Science one. He said he was smarter than all of us but he failed nearly every single test he did because he had no patience and wasn't capable of studying the twenty centuries of Art History; he couldn't even name the characteristics of a Greek Temple, which was the most basic. He couldn't write a text coherently, he had many spelling mistakes that made your eyes hurt, he did not even read any of the three required readings per subject. He cried once during a Latin exam while working on a Sallustius text. Everyone was like wow, this smart guy can't learn the declensions in Greek or Latin? He still doesn't know that ρ isn't pronounced like our P even if we have done an entire repeat of the previous year during the first few months of the course and now we are seven months into it? You don't know that "ubicación" is written without an H, who wrote La Casa de Bernarda Alba or that the Parthenon was Greek and not Roman??

He graduated next year and got good grades again in the Science modality, most of all in Math because he was great at it, but he was humbled. There are different types of smart, y'all.

[aonungswifeyy]

Do It If You Dare

so yeah, since some people have asked, i’ve decided that i will, make a story of this🤭 because i’m bored and well, why tf not.

warnings: angst, smut, mention of b!ood.

neteyam x fem reader x lo’ak

all aged up! (n - 20 fr - 19 l - 19)

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why can i picture her being quaritch’s daughter, who tries to kill lo’ak but she gets captured by neteyam and by the end of it all, quaritch finds out she now belongs to both lo’ak and neteyam😭🤭

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chapter one

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“Y/N, you understand how this works, right?” My father asks, after explaining the rules to me for the hundredth time.

“Yes father, I understand” I reply, as I’m sat in my link unit, ready to transform into my Avatar.

“Colonel, it’s time to go” Lyle, my father’s second-hand man. Who also works for the RDA.

It was no doubt, he mooched off my fathers ass, for reasons I could not comprehend. My father had nothing special about him.

But it has nothing to do with me.

Right now, I have one job to complete, which I have been training for, for the past seven months.

Revenge.

I lay down in my Link Unit, my father stood beside be as I was getting belted up by some of the science guys.

“You got this kid. I believe in you” he tells me.

I give him a nod back, before looking straight, ready to start my journey, as an Avatar, in the world of Pandora.

My revenge? It includes my mother, and what the Na’vi people had done to her.

I was barely of age to remember, but my father told me about her as I grew up.

She was a scientist. Studying here, alongside a friend of hers; Grace.

They had been studying Pandora for many years, looking into the depths, below and beyond.

However, one day, things got turned upside down.

My father told me, that the night my mother had died, she had died alongside her friend, Grace.

The two of them being caught up in some feud, between the Na’vi and humans.

His exact telling was that there was a female Na’vi, who goes by the name of Neytiri. And her Husband, who goes by the name Toruk Makto.

They were the reason for my mothers death, even when my mother did no wrong.

So now, I must do what is right, and fight back, alongside the rest of the RDA.

My mother may have been soft.

A delicate, scientist. However, I was bought up by my father.

And thank god, I was my father’s daughter.

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I walk into the woods, as quiet as I possibly can.

My father trusted me, that I can do this on my own. And I don’t plan to let him down.

Which is why, I have chosen to take my own route, away from the others.

They might be a lot older than me, but I am a lot better. I trained hard, with my hands.

Most of them use guns, and machines.

But let’s be realistic, fighting a Na’vi, it takes more than guns and machines.

I continue to walk through the path, and for the love of god, my boots were not doing me justice in staying quiet.

The way they make a squelching sound, touching the wet mud. I honestly just wish to take my shoes off, at this point.

I hadn’t realised, but my fingers had decided to make their own way around the forest, as they brushed against the very many plants besides me.

The rain was heavy, and it was quite dark. But even then, everything seemed beautiful.

A lot more beautiful.

“Keep up!”

I hear a males voice, when my ears suddenly perk up.

I’m not sure why they do that, but it is a weird, Na’vi thing.

“Where is Lo’ak? We have duties to attend to, what is that Skxawng playing at!”

His voice comes with an accent. So it is definitely not one of ours.

I run towards a bush, hiding behind, my eyes peaking through the cracks.

Two, tall figures. One male and one female.

His waist is slim. I’m not sure why it was the first thing I notice, but, it was. That, and the fact that his skin was glowing.

His eyes were bright yellow, the light in the sky reflecting in his pupils, as he stood in front of the female.

His arms crossed, and his lips pressed together.

His facial expression clearly showed he was feeling agitated.

Annoyed.

“Dad will skin us. Not just me, you too Kiri!” The male speaks.

“Neteyam, relax. We will find him!” The female shouted back.

The two then had gone back and fourth.

“When I find him, I’m going to kill him!”

“Please, Neteyam. Stay calm.”

“Calm? This fucker had run off after a disagreement, and now I have to pick up the pieces! To look after this shit, before mother and father get back!”

“And we will find him. He will most likely be at the old shack. Now please, stop shouting! For the love of Eywa, you are hurting my head.”

I have learnt, of Eywa.

My father had taught me. The same way we have a god, they have Eywa. She was like a god of nature.

“Neteyam, are you seeing this?” Kiri then points down at the ground, behind him.

I noticed her hands. She has four fingers. Like me..

How is that possible? All Na’vi people have three fingers?

“They’re too big for humans” Neteyam noticed my foot prints.

He bends down in front of it, the palm of his hands touching the ground as he observes my foot print.

I’m praying to god- or Eywa, in this case, that I am not found.

“Avatar?” Kiri asks.

“They look like it. But no Avatar’s have been around here” Neteyam replies.

“We must tell father about this” Kiri whispers.

“And we will. But first, we must find Lo’ak” Neteyam replies. His voice now sounding concerned, compared to a couple of minutes ago, when he was shouting.

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chapter two

#lo’ak #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak angst #lo’ak smut #lo’ak x you #loak x oc #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam imagine #neteyam angst #neteyam smut #neteyam x you #neteyam x oc

[circular-bircular]

hi, have you ever read "normal dimensions of multiple personality without amnesia"? i really have no idea how to read these kinds of things but i'm super interested in them, and from my very lacking understanding of it, i thought it might be some validity for endogenic plurality? but again- i really don't understand these things so i'm probably misunderstanding. so! i was wondering if you had any thoughts on it, and perhaps could explain it in simpler terms for those of us who haven't learnt to read these things :)

Hello! Yes, I have unfortunately read that article. It is a fakeclaiming, ableist abomination, in my opinion.

A summary of my thoughts: The authors of the piece, in an attempt to "prove endogenic plurality," suggest that DID is fake, that those who have DID just "gave themselves" the trauma, and that the only pathologic part of DID is the amnesia those systems face. It uses the Fantasy Model (a version of the False Memory Model, wherein people just Fantasize their trauma) to fakeclaim a diagnosed system from a case study.

I wrote an entire debunk of the article over on my alternative blog.

I am disgusted by the researchers of this article, and I'm glad you sought out someone to explain a bit more. If you don't want to slog through that full link, I can give a bit more analysis below (rather than the liveblogging I need to do to get through articles such as that one, since I also struggle with dissecting medical literature!)

TW below for fakeclaiming of both systemhood and multiple types of trauma (sexual, physical, neglectful, etc)

The authors base their study on the idea that children experience shifting personality in adolescence, and argue that this is non-pathological. This is widely accepted! Someone shifting personality traits as they grow up is absolutely not the same as DID. The authors go on to argue that the amnesia criteria was added in the DSM-4, and go further to argue that so-labeled "high-functioning MPD systems" could actually be "totally normal people with multiple personalities with no amnesia."

(Note: "totally normal people" is a lovely touch of ableism, as if people with DID are not normal, and totally normal high-functioning systems without amnesia already have a label. OSDD.)

The methods of this study are so minimally described that I fear my 6th grade students produce better lab reports in their science classes. A survey made by the researchers wherein only one subjective personal response on their own criteria indicates dissociative identity disorder, because it 'totally correlates to the DES, trust us guys'. The sampling is even shorter and negligent to the point of feeling purposeful.

Part of the way through the article, they shift their hypothesis. In the start of the essay, they set out to prove that multiplicity without amnesia is a normal experience and that trauma is what causes amnesia. Here, they change the hypothesis to be a bit reversed; that multiplicity is normal, and in DID, amnesia is imposed upon an already functional multiple system. If your red flags have not raised yet for the fakeclaiming, they should be up now.

Especially because, yep, they go on to fakeclaim a case study, Frieda. This individual was diagnosed with DID. This article claims that most traumatized people do not dissociate (with no source for this claim, particularly because the claim is batshit), and that "fantasizers" like Frieda (you know, a woman with severe trauma) just... imagine their feelings to be fully fragmented parts!

It seems to be that they try to argue that these imagined parts are what every system experiences, and people get amnesia if they imagine they should (as seen by their accusations of Frieda's fantasizing).

BTW: Frieda was orphaned as a child, raised in orphanages where she was abused, neglected, and without proper food and shelter, and then molested by soldiers in the war she was living through. The article skips almost all of her traumatic childhood and suggests that, after being raped (while the original case study states "molested"), she gained amnesia for the event, which made her imaginary friend into a disorder.

So... yeah! There you have it folks: all systems are just made up, and DID/OSDD is caused when those systems (who are making it all up) actually experience something that causes amnesia!

#I hope this article burns! #:) #beauty and poison go hand in hand #normal dimensions of multiple personality without amnesia #fakeclaiming #tw sa mention #tw fakeclaiming #sa mention #syscourse #debunking

[izicodes]

I want to get into coding but I’m scared about working for a company and talking to people lol and I don’t think I’m creative enough. what do meetings and the job consist of? i have this assumption in the back of my mind like “what more is there to say/do other than code a website?” haha hope this is ok to ask! it’s super vague tbh I can’t find anything that touches base to a specific level enough online.

also, I’m not a math genius… very insecure about that since high/middle school. do I still have a chance? how does math go into coding?

Hiya! 💗

I completely understand how you feel because I felt the exact same thing when I started working at my current workplace.

Working for a company

Many coding jobs do require collaboration and communication with others. However, it's important to remember that not all coding roles involve extensive social interaction. There are positions where you can work independently or have limited interaction with colleagues.

In my case, I work in the office Monday and Friday. Mondays are when everyone in the whole IT Department is in, except those who are off or on holiday etc. This is what I do:

I walk in

sit at my desk near the window

headphones in

log in

code - occasionally turn around and annoy the Lead Web Developer with cries because my code isn't working (he then solves it in 10 seconds...)

At around 2:30pm is an IT meeting in the conference room. What do we discuss?

IT manager discusses any updates as an IT department as a whole. Any concerns about the technology used in the company. Any bootcamps we need to do internally, how was everyone's holidays, a little gossip.

Then everyone takes turns and discuss what they did the past week

That's it.

That's my company but I assume it's something similar for other companies. It's also important to know not everyone in the IT Department are web developers or work on building websites, not even in the sub-department Dev Team. Our Dev team are 6 members and only 2 (me and the Lead Web Developer) are web developers, so work on the company's websites. The other guys are very script-building and database oriented. All I do is code websites.

Maths in coding

Depends on what you're coding. I work with websites, I use Year 11/Grade 10 level of maths - it's not hard. As a reference, I stopped learning maths as a subject at school at a Year 13/12th Grade level and the stuff I'm using is way easier than what I learnt last - stuff my little sister, who's 14, can understand.

I chose web development because of the little maths. Some people have told me "Oh you'll encounter it one day" - I still haven't after 2 years. I use C# and JavaScript at work and still do very little maths. Maybe loops? I know if you're going to study computer science at university you will have to learn a good amount of maths, definitely harder than what I use!

Here is a list of the maths I use daily, that I can think of:

Arithmetic

Algebra

Logic and Boolean Algebra

Basic Algorithms

That's it. Maybe if I learnt the maths need in programming to the max, it might make my life easier when I am working on my personal projects, but my life is already easy with the little maths I know so I'm good for now.

Designing websites is less maths-y and more... designing in my opinion and experience. "I drew out this design for the website... how do I do I code that?" literally me every time I start a project.

Again, other fields in Computer Science would require more maths knowledge so research that field you want o go into and Google/ChatGPT "What maths is needed in [field name]?"

Hope this helps, my advice may not be the best since coming from a web dev point of view but it's still advice! Good luck 😎🙌🏾💗

#my asks #codeblr #coding #programming #progblr #studyblr #studying #comp sci #tech #coding advice #career advice post

[aita-blorbos]

WIBTA for getting revenge against the person that ruined my life?

I (36M) am (still am, losing your job doesn't get rid of a persons PHD) a scientist that specializes in theoretical physics and studies of the multiverse. Until around a year and a half ago I had a job at a prestigious science facility, where I designed a device that would transport anything from other dimensions to ours (we had to set it off a little bit ahead of schedule, but overall, I'd say I did a good job with the timeframe I was given!).

This is where a person I'll call SM comes in.

One of the tests I ran on the device involved bringing a radioactive spider from another dimension to ours, but unfortunately, it escaped and bit him, which resulted in him gaining amazing powers, and becoming a superhero (he killed the spider right after it bit him, BTW.) (just thought I should bring that up.) (really stellar guy, takes important moments in his life REAL seriously.) (I don't think text is doing a good job conveying how sarcastic I am being right now, so to clarify: I AM BEING REALLY SARCASTIC.).

My first face-to-face meeting with SM was brief, but impactful. It happened when he and another important-but-not-so-relevant-to-the-story-guy broke in to my (ex) workplace a day before we were going to set off the device for real, all so that they could steal top secret information from us....And a bagel?! Which SM actually used as a projectile to HIT ME WITH (what kind of person DOES THAT? And with so much unnecessary force, too!)

Then, a day later, he blew up my invention WHILE I WAS STILL IN THE ROOM. I wasn't even one of the people fighting him, all I was trying to do was grab a canister of the dark energy my device was generating, but he didn't care at all that I was there!

Because of him blowing up that machine, I was turned in to...Something else. I don't have a face anymore, and my entire body is covered with these holes. Things fall through them all the time, and it leads to all sorts of embarrassing accidents that always cause people to laugh at me.

Not only that, but by doing this, he also made me lose my job, which was practically my entire life. I look so grotesque, my own family won't even LOOK AT ME, and I can't even get a new job to support myself because of the way my condition makes me look!

So that means by the time SM and I finally met again, I was so dangerously low on funds, I had to resort to a life of crime! I decided to jumpstart it by robbing an ATM machine because that's pretty harmless and easy, isn't it? I mean, it's a machine, nobody loses anything from me taking from one of those, besides for the bank, but who cares about them? They steal from people all the time! I'd hardly say it's a villainous act to take from them, except for the fact that robbery is illegal. Anyway, the shopkeeper assaulted me for trying to steal from the ATM machine.

Maybe I should have seen that one coming.

...Eh, whatever.

It only gets worse from here, because then, out of nowhere, SM shows up, makes fun of me, and then cuts me off while I tried explaining to him who I am and why I should matter to him, just so he could read a text. Which is just unbelievably rude, and tbqh, pretty unheroic!

He spent the rest of what was SUPPOSED to be our epic battle on his phone, texting some person. This fight was meant to be a huge deal for both of us, and he didn't take it seriously at all, he barely even bothered to look at me for a majority of it. At one point, he even webbed me up and left in the middle!

Our fight did eventually resume, and midbattle he told some police officer that I was just a "villain of the week", while I was RIGHT THERE!

Eventually, the fight brought as all the way back to the site of the accident, right where our connection first formed. This was finally a point where I had the chance to tell him everything, what I did for him, what he did to me! And even after all that, he still treated me like a JOKE!

I got really mad at that point, which came back to bite me pretty quickly. As in, I accidentally kicked myself in to one of my own holes (like I said before, I have a lot of holes, they go places, one hole took my foot to my own butt, and I fell in to another hole).

But on the bright side, this resulted in me finding out that I'm a transdimensional superbeing. Which gave me an epiphany! I finally know what I want to do now, and how I'm going to do it. There's a lot of science involved, multiversal travel, stuff like that. But the basic idea is that I'm getting payback. The way I see it, he took everything from me, so why shouldn't I get to take everything from him? It makes sense, right? Because of him, I have nothing, so why should he have anything? It's only fair!

So, as long as everything goes according to plan, by the time I'm done, he shouldn't have anything left, and then he'll finally learn to respect me.

....Wow, this came out way longer than I thought it would.

Here's a tl;dr!:

SM ruined my life, WIBTA if I ruined his in return?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[angieloveshua]

“My five starts danmei novels.” Short, well, you do know, not short reasons why I like them.

🎋 —C Language Cultivation.

carrd.

Programming? Cultivation? A pretty man with long hair? Fucking swipe my card— wait, I don't own a card... Anyways, you get my point!

This novel, C Language Cultivation, had all the possible elements to make it into the top of my favourite novels. Did it achieve it? Well, fellas, it is in the post for something!

Believe me, for a moment, I was crazy enough to think that studying Computer Science because of this book was a good idea of a degree (it is, but Angie is a literature girl), so Imagine how good it is.

If you're done with slow burn (I'm never done with slow burn, but there are times when I appreciate a couple who gets straight to the point), read C Language Cultivation! Dong Jun and Lin Xun had THEE tension going on from the moment they've met, and I was screaming with every single interaction.

I believe this novel had one of the best plot twists I've read in my entire life (and I've been reading since I was 10, guys, 10 years old!). I was literally staring into the wall, trying to process what I've just read. I still can't believe how it fucking played with me.

Alas, Dong Jun and I share birthdays! Do you need another reason to start reading it, like, mmm, NOW?

🎋 —Beyond The Outline.

carrd.

Grab yourself to something because this is the second, THE SECOND novel with almost no angst (there are sad moments, but it's mostly cute) that I ranked as a five starts book. The author? Obviously, Mu Gua Huang.

You see, guys, Mu Gua Huang makes me love happiness and to be quite addicted to it. Once I started this novel, I would keep reading it until 5 a.m., and it was worth it!

Beyond The Outline has a precious message behind the hilarious and mysterious situation where two high school students, completely opposite from each other, switch bodies after being hit by lightning. I was this emoji 🥺 all the time.

I love this couple. Shao Zhan 🤧, look, I don't mean to spoil you, but he does something that I was like, “No man will do this for me never. He's the last romantic.” He's the best boy and the best boyfriend. If someone hates him, they seriously need some help.

🎋 —Alpha Predator.

No carrd, unfortunately.

Some of you may say, “Angie, didn't you review this novel before?” And I will do it again.

Alpha Predator is the last novel of the 188男团 (if you don't know, basically, the gongs are all 188 and scummy) and the best I've read from Suida. This book basically fell from the sky for me. I was on a reading block (is that the right term in English?) and needed something that made me retake my usual reading rhythm. May I aggregate that this has been the best novel I read in 2023 by so far? It is.

As the title suggests, Alpha Predator is an ABO world where rank plays an important role in society. The ML and scummy gong (mi bebé solo estaba jugando) is an S class Alpha, which means he is the one on top of the pyramid. I love Qu Moyu, and I am willing to defend him with my life. I accept that I tweeted that he was a stupid Alpha, but we all make mistakes, hahaha.

I love QuShen. 💜 They are my favourite 188 couple, and the best, in my not so humble opinion. They admire each other, and they come to love each other despite all the misunderstandings, and that makes me 🤧.

If you like scummy gongs and trust my taste, give it a try!

🎋 —Po Yun.

carrd.

What do we have here? My last reading, the best crime book, and the novel that made me couldn't look my chemistry teacher straight in the eye! The last point is kind of a long story that I'll tell you some other day.

Anyways, who are these sexy gentlemen? I'll introduce you to Yan Xie and Jiang Ting, the protagonists and couple of Po Yun!

I have great memories of reading this novel. I remember sending voice messages to one of my friends about this book: “Girl, you wouldn't believe what just happened...” Dalia and I agree that this is an amazing book.

I also found it quite realistic in the aspect of how much can drugs fuck up someone's life. I won't elaborate on this because it's spoiler, but you will piece a lot of things once you know about a certain character past.

As for the romance, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, WHY THE FUCK I WASN'T IN THAT WEDDING. I WOULD HAVE CRIED WHILE DRINKING EXPENSIVE WINE (I don't even like wine). They're HOT and they LOVE each other.

🎋 —First-Class Lawyer.

carrd.

Look, maybe I wouldn't have dropped out of law school if it were as entertaining as this novel, but it wasn't in my case. Putting that new fun fact about me aside, welcome to First-Class Lawyer by Mu Su Li.

This novel is set in a futuristic environment, so Yan Suizhi and Gu Yan are not just lawyers but interstellar lawyers. Amazing, isn't it? The mystery involves the other planets, so you'll see them space-travelling to find out the truth. And if that didn't sell you, Yan Suizhi is “dead.” Yup, our main character was awakened from death and put in another body in the first chapter. As the critics (me) say, “You know the book is good when the author kills the protagonist in the first page.”

The couple, aw. Imagine having someone you could tell anything, it doesn't matter how insignificant it is, and that they listen to you and that they love you so much —that's Gu Yan and Yan Suizhi. They're also teacher × student, from those who like that kind of dynamic!

As I told you in the beginning, this is written by Mu Su Li, author of QQGK, which means it is freaking good!

Some of you may be wondering, “Where the fuck is BAB?” I'M WAITING FOR OFFICIAL ART. 😭 HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO ART BAIT YOU IF THERE IS NO OFFICIAL ART???? /cries in it's my favourite book and it doesn't have art even though it was signed to a lot of publications

[coughs] I hope you like this pt. 4 of Angie recs! I don't know when I'll post the next, but this is my humble effort of making you read these amazing novels!

#angie recs #danmei #danmei recs #c language cultivation #beyond the outline #alpha predator #po yun #first class lawyer #wrote his at 3 am again

[dinosquad-central]

Okay, longer post about a headcanon that is completely integral to my enjoyment of Dino Squad. (Largely copy/pasted from my rant on the Discord server)

I think Caruso might actually be very smart. Genuinely, classically, academically smart.

I know that sounds like a crackpot theory, but hear me out!

He's in the same science class as Rodger (the guy who's explicitly stated to be the smartest kid in school), as well as Fiona (who's also clearly very intelligent), Buzz (maybe not top marks, but since it appears to be a biology class, and Buzz is especially interested in animals it makes sense he'd be in a more advanced bio-class). Max may not be a genius, but most schools require members of the school sports teams to maintain a certain GPA, and he’s on the football team, so he can't be a complete idiot either.

And Caruso is in the same class as them and therefore it's implied that he's at the same level as them in that subject! Because of this, and the fact that the classroom is a lecture hall and not a regular classroom, I also headcanon that it's an AP bio class, or at least honors.

Plus! When Caruso told his parents he was dinosaur, their one insistence was that he not neglect his studies meaning A) his family cares about his education and B) he probably gets at least relatively good grades already.

AND! It's shown in the show that Caruso regularly and *easily* manipulates his friends into doing his homework for him (episode: “who let the dog out”). He also manipulated others during the show, including a TV producer or show host, I can’t remember which (episode: “Zoom in on Zoom” I think). You can't be that deliberately manipulative and a complete idiot like Caruso appears to be.

ALSO Caruso has a line of beauty products which he both invented, and markets/sells himself (episode: “Scents and Scents Ability”), meaning he must also have a small company/business that he personally runs, and the quality of his products are good enough to have a whole spa treatment devoted exclusively to them, which is named after him/his product, meaning the products themselves must be well known and trusted enough to attract customers. This demonstrates that Caruso has some level of skill with chemistry and botany (iirc he made herbal moisturizers but it's been a while, so that detail may be wrong). In addition to that he must have a good sense for business, finance, and marketing.

But wait! There's more! When they were trapped in a cage with seemingly no way out, it was Caruso who came up with the plan to use misdirection and social engineering to trick Veloci into not only letting them go, but also donating a sizeable amount to a local charity as hush money (episode: who let the dog out”). It wasn’t genius Rodger, or leader Max, or competent female character Fiona, it was Caruso, “the dumb one”. This indicates that he can also think on his feet and come up with quick solutions to difficult problems.

Furthermore! A lot of highly intelligent people learn to act like they're stupid because when people know how smart you are, they have high expectations of you, and that's stressful to the point of traumatizing sometimes. There's also an interesting type of stigma around intelligence where people tend to think you're pompous or unapproachable when you're highly intelligent and become intimidated or resentful, which, since Caruso highly values his popularity, would be extremely distasteful to him. Given his fixation with fame and popularity, I don't think it's a stretch at all to think he'd dumb himself down, even around his friends, to avoid that stigma.

So yeah, there you have it. That’s all the reasons (that’s I can think of at the moment, anyway) why I believe Caruso is a big fat liar pretending to be an idiot so he doesn’t have to be responsible for anything. I hope I’ve managed to convince you all because I am 100% committed to this theory lol.

#feel free to use this headcanon in any of your creations I encourage it #please note however that I may have cited some episodes incorrectly by mistake #I know all of these things happened but I’m bad at connecting episode titles to events #i did my best #dinosquad #dino squad #erwin caruso #dinosquad headcanons #dino mod

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Colin Wright

Published: Feb 18, 2024

There was a time when biologist PZ Myers was relevant. This period spanned the late 2000s and early 2010s, coinciding with the rise of “New Atheism” (as some called it). In 2006, Myers’ blog Pharyngula was celebrated in Nature as the world’s most popular science blog and was deemed the top atheist blog by Hemant Mehta in 2009. In 2008, Myers was part of a memorable incident where he and Richard Dawkins were planning to attend a screening of Ben Stein’s pro-Intelligent Design propaganda film, Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed. Despite Myers being interviewed and featured in the film, he was barred from entering by a security guard on orders from the producer, Mark Mathis—but Dawkins was allowed in!

In 2010, I invited Myers to give a talk about Intelligent Design at Sierra Community College in Rocklin, CA, where I was studying before transferring to UC Davis for my bachelor’s degree. I picked up Myers from the Sacramento train station, and we enjoyed a stimulating conversation about evolution en route. Before his talk, I gave him a tour of the school’s esteemed natural history museum. After his talk, we all went out with Myers for food and drinks and had a great time. I share this to show that my starting attitude toward Myers was nothing short of admiration.

However, as gender ideology gained a foothold within the atheist movement, the brains of many prominent and once-rational figures began to melt. Philosopher Peter Boghossian has poignantly characterized this shift among Left-wing intellectuals from being quick to point out the limits of their knowledge to a tendency to pretend to not know what is undeniably known.

This trend is exemplified by Myers, as I will illustrate.

Recently, Richard Dawkins shared on 𝕏 the lecture I delivered at the Genspect conference in Denver, CO, last year, titled “The Sex Binary: What It Is and Why It Matters.” Dawkins praised my talk as “superbly clear & totally correct,” and reaffirmed the reality of the binary nature of sex. Following this, gender activists bombarded Dawkins with absurd articles challenging the binary concept of sex, including a particularly misleading piece in Scientific American titled “Stop Using Phony Science to Justify Transphobia,” which asserts that “Actual research shows that sex is anything but binary.”

In response to this onslaught of dubious science, Dawkins countered the article directly: “This ridiculous article…ignorantly misunderstands the nature of the sex binary.” He went on to underscore the important distinction between how sex is “determined” versus how it’s “defined” in biology that I outlined in my talk.

In turn, Myers, seemingly desperate to regain some of his previous prominence, criticized Dawkins in a blog post. Myers’ misunderstanding of the biology of sex, especially given his background in developmental biology, is on embarrassing display in his post.

Myers begins his criticism by suggested that Dawkins’ expertise in ethology (the study of animal behavior) means he lacks the sufficient expertise that would give him better insight into the biology of sex.

Did you know that Richard Dawkins began his career as an ethologist? He got his Ph.D. studying animal behavior under Niko Tinbergen. If you’re an ethologist, you might study things like courtship behavior and parental investment and feeding strategies etc., etc., etc. Dawkins studied how animals make choices.

This argument is a common strategy used by gender activists to undermine those who present biological facts that contradict gender ideology’s central dogma. I receive this criticism incessantly because I am also an ethologist. I studied the collective behavior of spiders and social insects, and this often gets me dismissed as some “bug guy” out of his depth commenting on issues well outside my academic wheelhouse. This portrayal, however, is couldn’t be further from the truth, and it is often medical doctors and biologists who study a narrow group of taxa who are most likely to form misguided views about the biology of sex.

In reality, ethologists (now usually referred to as behavioral ecologists) are uniquely well-situated to address questions pertaining to the fundamental and universal meaning of male and female. That’s because the most profound behavioral differences to be found in nature within a species are those of males and females. It turns out that the evolved reproductive strategies of producing either fewer large gametes (ova) or many small gametes (sperm) results in divergent selection on many behavioral traits between males and females. Moreover, understanding that the universal defining feature of males and females is rooted in gametes allows us to account for instances where behavioral sex roles are reversed, as is seen in some birds and other animals. In fact, such role reversals would be indiscernible without identifying the males and females based on the gametes they produce, underscoring the relevance of ethology in discussions about biological sex.

For instance, how do we know that male seahorses are the ones that gestate young and give birth? Or that in northern jacanas (J. spinosa), it is the females who are larger, more ornate, territorial, and exhibit less parental care than males? This knowledge stems from understanding that male and female are categories that exist independent of mere morphology and behavior.

Myers makes an uninformed argument:

Somehow, an awful lot of biologists study sexual behavior — like lekking, or sexual displays, or fidelity, and on and on — that don’t necessarily involve sperm collection or measuring ovulation or that kind of thing. It is absurd to insist that only gametes define sex. I recognize spider sexes by the morphology of their palps, and by their differences in behavior, not gametes. I see the birds flying outside my window, and I discriminate sexes by color, primarily.

Myers could not be any more confused here. How does he recognize that it is typically males who form leks, or that males often display more elaborate mating behaviors and exhibit less sexual fidelity? This knowledge comes from studying these species and correlating these behaviors with the type of gametes an individual produces. Once we discover that males of the Vogelkop superb bird-of-paradise (Lophorina niedda) possess highly decorative plumage and engage in elaborate sexual displays, we no longer need to continuously verify this. We know it’s the males because we learned that only those with decorative plumage and elaborate sexual displays in this species produce sperm.

However, Myers insists that defining an individual’s sex based solely on gametes represents an “extreme reductionist” approach, and suggests we should consider “all the other valid signals they openly display.”

Dawkins is just being an extreme reductionist to the point he’s making himself and his position look silly. Go ahead, all you reactionary biologists, rant about how there can be only two true sexes because people have some cells that are almost never seen in public, in defiance of all the other valid signals they openly display. Better biologists will go on recognizing all the factors that define sex without your self-imposed, narrow-minded blinders.

The core and critical flaw in Myers’ argument for using other traits to determine the sex of an individual is that these traits are only reliable indicators of sex in species where we already know which individuals are males and females, based on their gametes. In humans, we associate breasts with females and facial hair with males because adult human females typically develop breasts and adult human males tend to grow facial hair. But how would Myers propose to identify males and females in a newly discovered species without any prior knowledge of their secondary sexual characteristics?

Consider a hypothetical new mammal species with some individuals small and blue and others large and brown. Since we know mammals are anisogamous (i.e., reproduce via fusion of a sperm and an egg), we can be as certain as possible that this species also exhibits males and females. But how do we determine which is which? Should we assume the blue ones are males and the brown ones females, as is the case with blue groper fish? But in blue gropers the males are large and the females are small. Should we therefore consider the blue individuals of our new mammal species female because they are small? But in spiders the males are smaller than the females, suggesting perhaps the small individuals should be considered males?

Do you see the absurdity of the approach? We know human males tend to be hairier, male blue gropers are blue, and male spiders are usually smaller, because being male is a trait independent of hair, color, or size. What unites these males is the type of gamete they have the function to produce. That is what makes them male.

Thus, the only way we can know which individuals of our new species are the males and which are the females is to find out which individuals produce sperm and which produce eggs. The. End.

Myers has to understand this, but he is too afraid to tell the truth.

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The people who say, "but, but clownfish!" conveniently leave out the part where they explain how we know a clownfish has changed sex. Does it like mimosas and shopping, or is there some other indicator compared to before?

What is it about a clownfish changing sex that tells us it has changed sex?

🤔

#Colin Wright #gender ideology #queer theory #gender identity ideology #biology #human biology #reproduction #human reproduction #gametes #biological sex #PZ Myers #evolution denial #evolution deniers #religion is a mental illness

[sitchski]

teach me, and i’ll teach you.

summary: sure, you could study chemistry… but how? when steve harrington was the one tutoring you?

pairing: nerd!steve harrington x black!fem reader

includes: oral stimulation (m&f receiving), unprotected sex, passionate sex, virginity loss, dom!reader, sub!steve, soft!steve, breeding kink

author’s note: where did i go? myb. but soft boy steve? NERD STEVE? i think tf so! ik this gif is from free guy but honestly it’s just a reference this is STEVE HARRINGTON we’re reading ‘bout. ogey ogey stay super freaky have great vagina i luv y’all ❦

“alright, now see if you can work that one out for me.”

this was easily his fault. the leaning in, making you catch the almost transparent hairs that littered his chin. the swallows, making your eyes avert to the bobbing of his adam's apple instead of being on the way his pen wrote numbers on the page. even if you did focus on the pen, you were just going to focus on the hands writing with it. calloused, veiny and large. the two most perfect necklaces you had ever seen. writhing silently took place in your seat as his left hand came to rub at his chin in thought. his bottom lip seemingly pouts at what was infront of him; you catching notice as his hand had covered it a moment ago.

he seemed stressed. what you wouldn't give to relieve it.

"struggling?" you asked him.

the way his big brown eyes looked up at you so innocently after gaining his attention warmed your heart. he chuckled breathlessly, eyes quickly averting back to the page instead of on you.

"uh- it's just... it's nothing. uhm- how's it going?"

you and chemistry never really got along. maybe it was the way your brain worked but... you just were not good at science. it wasn't that you were stupid, you just needed a push sometimes. and steve harrington gave you that push. ever since your bestfriend, robin buckley, aced her paper you had to know the source of all this random knowledge. she pointed you in steve's direction. which pointed you to make plans to study at your house.

the quick divert of conversation makes you quizzical and you quickly lift your body up to peer at his paper. at the very top of the page was the title, which you read back to him.

"star trek physics?" your tone was unintentionally in disbelief and the way steve shifted his paper away from you let you know he took note of that.

"it's- it's truly nothing. nothing to do with—"

"explain it to me," you urged. the cut off made his eyes widen a little, bewildered at your surprising curiosity. "i wanna know. am i allowed to know?"

"you really... want to?" he was surprised, right eyebrow twitching upwards which made you quite upset.

you weren't the smartest out of the bunch to understand physics to where you could apply it recreationally. despite this, it was perfectly normal to be passionate about things, as well as talk about what you're passionate about. no matter the subject.

"yes. why not?"

he began to get a little excited, shifting in his seat. it was so adorable watching him get ready to explain. the agony to indulge in what excites and gets you riveted. you understood... you really did.

"uhm- so-" steve cleared his throat, "there's this technology the enterprise, star trek enterprise, use called warp drive. in summary it's just a- really strong energy source they can use to travel really fast and through time," he explained, the enthusiasm jumping through him.

you couldn't help but be even more attracted to him. it was so hot watching him talk so enthusiastically — your eyes were so tantalising; without intent you were silently screaming at him to get closer to you. head rested on your palm, elbow propped up on the table.

"i know," you nodded slowly. you had watched only a few episodes of the popular sci-fi show but that was enough to give you basic knowledge.

he looked pleased that you did, smiling slightly as he pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. realisation that he was staring too hard kicked in so he went back to his explanation.

"so, obviously, all this technology is hypothetical since it's the whole point of science fiction. but, i... i wanna figure out how fast it is they're travelling physically. i used this physiologist's theory, uhm- franz joseph gall, to work out this thing called cubic warp space?"

he took a little pause to bring the notebook of equations and theories closer to him. numbers and letters dotted the page, messily done in hopes of his train of thought not coming to a halt.

"so... velocity equals work cubed times the speed of light," he noted as he pointed to the top of the page with his pencil.

"simple equation it's just... sometimes it gets a little overwhelming so," he laughed a little to himself again but stopped when he catches your smile.

"you're really smart, steve. very handsome too," you complimented. your smile grew even wider at the way his cheeks grew pink.

he smirks bashfully, thanking you. you scoot up closer to him, wanting to get a clearer picture of his physical features. though, the glasses were in the way (as cute as they were). the two beauty marks that were encircled on the right side of his cheek. perfectly implanted, right in the centre. eyebrow hairs flicked on meticulously but still looked like he didn't pay a single ounce of attention to how they looked.

"it's... really hot, actually," you added. something he may not get told often, judging by the way his face lit up.

he didn't know what to do with himself once you had said that, eyes blinking rapidly and trying so hard to look away from you. you began to grow agitated at that, frowning as you took off his glasses.

"why d'you keep lookin' away from me?" you questioned. stutters littered his speech, so prominent he wasn't able to form a proper sentence.

those eyes of his, that hair of his. Jesus, he was appearing to have a likelihood to someone you could draw in the hours you should be spending focusing on your teacher. or any other tutor for that matter.

"sorry," he apologised but you shook your head. you talk again.

"d'you have a girl, steve?"

he looked at you like he felt as though it didn't really warrant an answer before shaking his head. the sleeves of his button-up were now for him to relieve his nerves on, plucking at a stray string of fabric on the right cuff.

"you ever... ever kissed a girl before?"

it was at this moment he knew exactly what you were insinuating. you wanted to put your lips on his, taste him. in more ways than one.

he shook his head again. "do you wanna kiss me?"

your question wasn't met with an immediate answer but rather rendered a pause. again, he stuttered. not that you could blame it, it was a very bold question.

"i would- i would like that. but- but right now? or—"

you cupped his cheek, pulling him in to plant a soft kiss on his bottom lip. he reciprocated the act, kissing you back more forcefully than you intended. did he want this like you did? you gave him another kiss for his efforts, open-mouthed this time, your tongue colliding with his.

he was a good kisser for someone who had never kissed; you wanted to do it again. and more.

and he let you. he grabbed onto your arm lightly, running his fingers up and down the smooth skin. you made out for a while, stopping when the wetness inbetween your legs had accumulated to an uncomfortable point.

"steve, i- i wanna take you to my room," you confessed, eyes not leaving his lips for one moment. all he could do was look up at you, with hazy dreamy eyes like what you were saying was as fictional as the show he indulges in.

"can i take you there? please?" you pleaded.

he wanted you to. grabbing his hand, you both trailed upstairs until you got to your bedroom. flicking the lights and curiosity on, you couldn't even wait to get to the bed before kissing him again.

you kissed him hard, and desperate. you needed to feel him. you moaned sloppily through the kiss as your hands feel under his shirt to get any skin-to-skin contact.

"mm. can i take this off?" you mumbled through your kiss. he nodded quickly, with a little too much energy as a few strands of his hair came falling frontwards. you giggled a little at the eagerness, finding a particular magnetic impulse to the innocence.

button by button, his shirt came undone. you were met with a beautiful body that you couldn't help but ogle over. it made you so hot you decided to mirror him and lose your shirt too. in turn, steve began to ogle at your body. little by little, the unravelling had begun.

you stopped making out to take your pants off your body aswell but nearly got distracted at the way steve's eyes never left your tits. they weren't exactly the biggest but the way steve was eyeing them...

"you like 'em?" you asked tauntingly, pushing them up for display. you watched him swallow hard, feverish at the way you were teasing him.

"they're... they look really nice," he muttered back to which you thank him, "can i t-touch them?" his hands stopped mid-air, not wanting to do anything that would be warranted unwanted.

you were more than eager. "yes. please."

his hands grabbed onto them, thumbs rubbing over your nipples causing them to harden quickly.

"put 'em in your mouth, baby," you whispered. he looked up at you for reassurance but all he could see in your eyes was lust. that let him know you weren't playing around.

cupping your left breast, his lips latched onto the nub and you hum. it gets louder the more he sucked on them, darting his tongue out to circle around your areola. you smiled and shut your eyes in pleasure, running your hands through his gorgeous mane as he switched breasts.

eventually, he stopped and looked up at you again. pondering on your next move. you knew you would have to lead the way, meaning you would have to be the boldest one tonight.

grabbing his hand, you stuck out two fingers to suck on them both. eyes only looking his way, watching his mouth agape at how hot you were.

from there, you pulled his fingers down to your lower region; it was so obvious what you needed him to do. but you knew he wouldn't act without direction or question so you had to give him that push. like he does you.

"touch me. touch right here," you guided. however, he was hesitant. he gave your body the once over before making eye contact with you, not being able to express how scared he was.

"i'm sorry..." he apologised at his struggle to be wanton with you. you shook your head, telling him, "it's okay. this is your first time doing anything like this, right? robin told me — you don't have to be scared. just- just trust me."

all while you were talking, his fingers were rubbing at your wet folds, causing you to lightly mewl. the pure gratification from him doing something so small let you know you were fucking in for it. and you loved that.

"she told you that? gosh, that's r-really embarrassing," he grumbled but you kissed him again to stop him. "nothing's embarrassing about it. just trust me. that's all you have to do."

your hands aided his fingers inside of you while you both gasp at the feeling. he worked you slow, attentively watching how you writhed and spiralled when he fingered you faster.

he probably just liked to hear and see you in this context. you both were in different friendship groups, completely different sides of the social spectrum. never meant you were a bitch though. never meant you didn't find him hot either.

you sucked on his fingers again as you tasted yourself, before you told him to take his pants off. he did with an adorable haste in his actions, desperate getting the legs over his feet and kicking to rid them off his body faster.

when he was finally naked for you was when you copied the way he operated. rapt at the sight infront of you. steve's cock had the right amount of girth and length with this curvature to it like the gods had crafted it.

"something wrong?" he quizzed. you didn't respond but rather ordered.

"sit on the bed for me."

he hesitated for a moment, his head most likely racing a million miles. but he listened to you. you were the expert. his body sunk into the edge of the mattress, legs wide open and ready for you to take the slot between them.

how could you not?

salivating as your mouth wrapped around him only cranked up the pleasure steve was about to feel. the eye contact you two made while you sucked him off moved him to throw his head back, letting out a low-pitched moan at how good you were making him feel. you felt filthy but in the most licentious way possible. in the way that made you want to wrap your hand around his shaft, swivelling your hand around it and your mouth slid up and down to caress each and every single nerve.

you knew it felt good. you didn't even have to ask. but you were going to. your gratification was hearing him be pleased with your work. after all, that's why you were here.

"that feels so good!" he raspingly praised, balling his hands into fists and taking the sheets as prisoners. you hummed slowly and gripped onto his thighs to steady yourself as your nose slightly grazed his pelvis from how much of him you fit.

"you like when my mouth's on your dick, baby?" you questioned. most likely you looked a hot mess; slobber probably dribbled down your chin. steve didn't seem to care; salaciousness sewn into your tone almost forced him to answer verbally.

looking frantically in your eyes, he answered, "yes. really like it."

you smirked, hand still stroking his shaft. "how would you like it if you put it inside me? yeah? you'd like your dick inside my pussy?" your lips were up next to his ear. you teased him and you could see a vein pop out near his left temple. whatever you were saying and doing was working.

"god, y/n. i'd like it. i'd like it so much," he whimpered, eyes shut in complete ecstasy. he pauses from the indulgence to look up at you; his eyes were puppy-like, pleading as he asks,

"i wanna make you feel good too. can i? make you feel good?"

again, the innocence. only the need to attract and get closer was felt when steve talked or acted like that. you shared a quick kiss before lying down on the bed, waiting for him to get ontop of you.

there was trust in his eyes as he looked down at you; he was comfortable with you. every utter of the word 'yes' and every nod of his head was all true. he wanted you too. you didn't have to be unsure of it now.

your walls opened up for him as he eased the tip of his cock into you. a gasp was heard from both of you as you focused on the feeling of you finally becoming one in this moment.

he thrusted slowly, placing his hand right under your knee to spread you and hold it at the angle most pleasurable for him. his other hand roamed your body, on a journey figuring out where to stop and settle. he settled with one of your tits (the right one specifically).

you shut your eyes in pleasure, throwing your head back as you felt him go deeper inside of you. "you okay?" he was breathless as he asked you, squeezing your flesh to get you to give him your eyes.

you smiled, holding his hand. "i'm so good. more than okay. you?"

"r-really good. you feel... amazing..." he rasps out, looking down to watch the work he was doing. from there, you could tell he was beginning to grow cautious. he wanted to make you feel good and desperately wanted to last for you.

you get his attention by running your fingers through his hair, though stray strands still subside infront of his face. panicked eyes watch you but you were sure to inspirit him.

"you make me feel so good, baby," you whined. initially, you felt a weird feeling in your heart, thinking you had gotten too comfortable too quickly. but he groaned slightly, pushing his length further into you.

you moaned quite audibly, smiling at his newfound confidence. as you locked eyes, you brought your hands to his cheeks, cupping them. he hopelessly chased your lips, a heavy tongue kiss being displayed which you both moaned through.

the sheer intimacy of it made you tighten, causing him to hiss and pull away. "nngh- fuck," he mewls, looking down at his dick pushing into you.

his eyes were glued to the sight — the wetness splashing onto his shaft had made it glisten each time it reappeared from being in you.

"i wanna feel... all of you..." he breathed out, "m'gonna push all the way in. c-can i do that?" he cupped your cheek. all you could do was kiss as him as confirmation.

the repeated smacking sound of his hips hitting your backside was soon heard, as were your shared moans and whimpers. “just like that, baby… you like being inside me, huh? you like using my pussy to get you off?” your tone was a little condescending but it seemed as though steve… loved it.

he pushed his length into you like he was fraught to get in even deeper. your walls tightened around him once again, slowing down his movements slightly. “uh-huh,” he nodded, “and you- hmph- fit so- fuckin’ tight ‘round me, sweetheart. like you were made for me. i love the way you feel around me.”

it was you who was now speechless, the one without a thing to say. he had knocked all the wind out of you, driving fiercely into you as though he wanted to prove how quick of a learner he actually was. and boy, was he proving it.

however, you weren't expecting him to say this next.

"i wanna put my mouth on you. y/n... i wanna- wanna taste you. please," he mumbled sheepishly and breathily. your eyes widened but it didn't mean you were going to stop him.

"ofcourse. ofcourse you can."

you both laughed at his haste; steve practically scrambled to his knees and pulled you in by your thighs. surprisingly, he didn't ask much questions he just went straight to pleasing you.

his focus were your folds, lapping up all the wetness there and humming at what he got on his tongue. the vibration made you cry out louder, trying so hard not to squirm around from the pleasure. the shift from your folds to your clit didn't help. how could he not have done this before?

“m’i makin’ you feel good? yeah?” he desperately questioned. he had pulled a way for just a moment, hand sliding up and down your wetness as he looked up at you from inbetween your thighs. he hadn’t even kept them off you yet.

his chin was glistening, hair dishevelled and you were fully convinced there was no sight hotter. you nodded profusely, barely finding it in you to speak.

“m’gonna try and get you there, okay? make you feel how you’ve been makin’ me feel. you- you deserve it okay?”

you didn’t have time to respond, but it didn’t matter. he was already back at it. his tongue flicked at your clit rapidly, sucked on it hard before he shook his head as his tongue messily moved around on it. you were too distracted to ask, feeling the rush build between your legs.

"fuck, baby, fuck. i'm cumming, i'm—"

your hand slammed down on the bed at the total ecstasy you felt. out-and-out pleasure; something you were familiar with but never like this. reminding you you need him to feel the same.

"mmm!" he groaned out at the feeling of your release on his mouth. the back of your mind went on a subconscious wonder of how it felt to him, especially since it was for the first time.

you propped yourself up with your elbows resting on the bed, watching him stare at your cunt. "fuck, i- i've fucking ruined you, haven't i?" he asked, rhetorically. the pit of your stomach stirred — well that was fucking hot.

giggling, you replied, "i think you have. makes me wonder where on earth you got this from."

he didn't respond, but rather came up to hover over you. he kissed your body. his lips took a wondrous trail on you, stopping at the familiar parts of your neck.

"scored a one hundred on my biology test last week," he murmured through his kisses. you were distracted, but wanted to hear about this so-called explanation.

"it was on anatomy. female anatomy."

the answer was just too comical for you to not burst out laughing. he joined you sheepishly but his lips claiming yours stop your light taunt. everything takes a tantalising turn once again as your hand reaches down to stroke his cock; he was still hard, thank God. it meant you could still finish him off — you weren't satisfied if he wasn't.

"you've been so good for me, y'know that?" you pecked his lips. still pumping, you watch his face turn pink at the pleasure. "i think you deserve to finish off, right?"

he nodded, completely speechless.

"you wanna lay on your side for me, steve?”

he planted a quick kiss to your lips, cheek and breast before doing what you asked. you turned to your side quickly, lifting your right leg up which he grabbed subconsciously.

his tip slid over your folds numerous times, struggling to find your entrance but your guidance quickly got him there. he pushed in fast, a little too fast making you grip the sheets at the intensity.

"shit- did- did i hurt you?" he stopped instantly, raising up to see your face. you looked back with a lazy smile, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"it felt good, trust me. don’t worry. go at the pace you want, mkay? want you to finish inside of me. want your cum dripping out of me. you want that too huh?"

he didn't respond verbally. you still knew, though. he had began to speed up in strokes, your bodies moving along with the force inwhich he fucked you.

"i need to hear you, steve," you demanded through your moans, "tell me you wanna cum inside me."

"oh my god," he panted, eyes darting from yours to your tits which were bouncing rhythmically with his thrusts, "i wanna cum in you. so so bad."

his pelvic bone was surely damaged. the fierceness of his thrusts as he verbalised what he wanted to do to you got him acting rougher. in actuality, the animalistic side is what you wanted. you got that tame side of him gone.

"mhmm? you gonna fill me up?" you egged him on, realising that was how you could get him there.

"wanna fill you up, so bad, sweetheart. m'gonna fuckin' drain myself in you. p-paint your walls with it. while all- while all you can do is shut up and take it," he expounded. his fingers dug into your thigh while the other had grabbed onto your tit.

"yeah. 'cause you deserve it right?" you persuaded, nearly orgasming a second time just from his words.

he bit his lip. "i do. 'cause i've been so good for you, shit," he groaned aloud. before watching his cock disappear in your pussy over and over again, he goes to kiss you. it was sloppy and so sensual but you were obsessed with it. you even chased his lips to get a second one.

his thrusts were beginning to get sloppy, your hand still stayed on his neck to comfort him as he lost control. he shut his eyes tight, wavering in stance as he was so desperate to give what you both wanted.

"let go. let go, baby, you can do it. cum for me, steve, please," you whined. it was a need for you as much as it was for him; this whole thing wasn't even about you, you just had to make sure steve felt good.

"holy fucking shit. you're gonna make me cum, y/n. oh- fuck! oh?!" he moaned very loudly as he finally released. you felt his cock twitch at every sprout of cum that shot out and painted all inside of you. your arm extended for your hand to wrap around his neck some more as he buried his head in yours.

you hummed to yourself happily, craning your neck up to be level with him just enough to kiss him endearingly. his tongue slid in your mouth slowly as his hand on your thigh ran up and down across the skin, leaving a tingly feeling on what he touched.

after a couple moments of staring at eachother, you said, “thankyou for trusting me.” your hand ran his fingers through his hair, admiring how handsome he looked. infact, he looked even better all fucked out.

“thankyou for… for it all. it- it was amazing, baby,” steve commended and pecked your forehead.

his cock was still stuffed in you, his cum managed to spill out regardless. it made a puddle on the sheets, much to your amusement.

“y’know you called me handsome,” he taunted. eyes drinking in your features and the way you stared at him quizzically for a moment,

“but you’re… beautiful. absolutely beautiful.”

you giggled lightly at his kind words, thanking him and enjoying this intimate moment you were sharing. aimless conversation, smoothing your hands over eachother’s bodies.

“so…” you started, looking at the way his eyebrows raised briefly in anticipation, “…you wanna watch some star trek reruns?”

his cheeks changed colour, to a light pink hue. he was flattered by your request. that in turn got you grinning profusely.

“i would love that. you need to be converted anyways.”

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