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#i'm a good little student but sometimes i just can't be assed

savannahsdeath · 9 months

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hii i have a little ellie request. so can we maybe have an enemies to lovers where reader and ellie “hate each other” but in reality ellie just wants to be with reader and she ends up using the strap roughly bc reader didn’t wanna confess after years? (sorry this seems long😭)

i absolutely love this idea omg??

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

PART1ONE

part 2two

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! smut, 'enemies' to lovers, strap (r!receiving), mean!ellie kinda??, rough!ellie, reader is also mean at first !!

writers note: i love receiving requests like yall are so creative and idkk its just easier to write a req than my own idea🫣🫣 also this turned out to be longer than i expected (my longest fanfic yet!) but even the anon said it seems long so ig thats how its supposed to be🙏

It was another PE lesson you hate so much. It wouldn't be that bad, if not the fact that you're in the same team with Ellie. Ellie fucking Williams.

She would get mad at you for every little mistake you made. You absolutely hated her.

You had to admit she was... pretty. Especially when she had the mix of mad and stern expression on her face. Sometimes you provoked her just to watch her insult every little thing about you she could but you didn't mind. You just sat there with a smirk, sometimes making a mockingly worried face to piss her off even more. Sometimes. Sometimes you weren't in mood for that and you'd actually get offended. Sometimes even hurt. But you couldn't really blame her, that's how it works.

This day, you were literally rescuing your team. Every point was because of you. Every 'that was close' situation was only 'close' because of you. But your luck, or whatever made you win, had to run out eventually. You missed one time.

"What happened? Got holes in your hands? Tired? Not so good anymore?" Ellie asked you with that mocking tone.

Everyone ignored your interaction - they knew what's starting and they didn't want to get involved in that.

"I've done pretty much everything for this team, and the only thing you do is complain, Williams." You said and you could feel your temper rising.

Ellie didn't hesitate to respond to that.

"Well at least I don't do a half-ass job like you. You're really so full of yourself, aren't you? Why not just give up and let someone actually capable take over, huh?" She barked sarcastically.

The other team members didn't even try to hide their excitement now, they just sat back and enjoyed the show, even the teacher was having a hard time holding back the grin on his face whenever Ellie came up with a new insult.

And now, there was no going back.

"Oh, I'm sorry Williams, did your precious little ego get hurt from that? Are my skills threatening your so-called pride? Well if you don't like it, suck it up." You shot back.

If this kept up, you were going to end up with another detention for sure. Everyone knew that you two were like oil and water, but nobody really expected you to get into a shouting match over PE class. Especially, not this early in the morning.

The teacher finally decided that it was enough trouble, and he stepped between the two.

"Ladies, settle down! If you can't figure out how to work well together in a simple PE session, then you'll need more than one detention to figure it out. Go sit down." He ordered, and you two sat down, next to each other.

As if following a silent order, all the other students just went about their business and pretended like nothing had happened.

"You should learn how to shut up sometimes." You said quietly, nervously playing with your fingers.

"You should stop thinking you're so damn important." She snapped back, completely ignoring your advice as she stared at you with the same icy cold look as before.

The teacher came over to the two of you and handed you a form, which you quickly read over. "Maybe it's rough but that's what you both deserve after arguing in every single class. And if that won't help... I don't know what will. Someone will check in on you from time to time, so don't even think about anything, understood?."

In short, the file was saying you'll have spent a month after school doing little school works, like cleaning the gym, with her. It was a frequent way of dealing with problematic students in your school.

You weren't even surprised - the teacher was right. Your little bickers were the main gossip topic and there was no way they'll go unnoticed.

Still, you couldn't help but frown.

"You've got to be kidding me." You muttered under your breath. Spending a month after school doing odd jobs with Ellie was literally the last thing you wanted to do. You knew there was some sort of punishment coming, but this was extreme.

Ellie overheard your muttering, and she rolled her eyes. "It's just a bunch of cleaning, what's wrong, can't handle a little hard work?" She mocked.

"And why are you so happy? Maybe you wished to spend more time with me?" You chuckled, finally looking up at her.

Ellie seemed caught off guard, but she quickly recomposed herself. "Who said I was happy? Sure, I'll love to see you grovel and scrub floors while I sit back and relax." She replied in a sarcastic tone.

You decided to press your advantage, and give Ellie a dose of her own medicine. "Aww, is someone actually admitting that they like spending time with me? I'm so honored." You said with an overdramatized fake fluster.

Ellie didn't even let you finish your sentence before she cut in with her usual sarcastic tone. "Pfff, don't get so ahead of yourself there." She chided. Even then, you could hear some slight annoyance in her voice.

Ellie may have been a jerk, but there was something about her you couldn't help but like. You couldn't explain it, but you liked this banter between the two of you.

Oh, who were you trying to lie to? You liked her. You were just good at hiding it.

You were just about to open your mouth to respond to Ellie's last snarky remark, when you were cut off again.

"Enough."

You both turned to see the teacher staring at the two of you. He sounded more annoyed than before, and you decided it was better to stop your feud before you got in any more trouble.

"You two are already going to spend a month together doing odd jobs. The last thing we need is for you to add another week to that sentence." He warned.

You wanted to say something back, but you decided to shut up before the teacher had to make it worse. You and Ellie just looked at each other for a couple of seconds, before you rolled your eyes and got up from your seat.

After a few more classes, the time of fulfilling your penalty came. You sat down at the gym benches, waiting for Ellie. You waited, and waited, but no one came.

Ellie was faster than you with getting up. She smirked and said; "Well it's not like you actually had anything worth saying anyway, so it's easier for you." With that parting jab, she walked out of the gym.

You expected something like that from her, so you stood up and a few minutes later you were standing in front of her room. You knocked to the door, patiently waiting for her to answer.

After a few moments, you heard footsteps, before the door finally opened. Ellie stood in front of you, her face as annoyed as ever.

"What do you want?" she grumbled, clearly not in the mood to be bothered right now.

"Uh, hello? We're supposed to be doing the clean-up, remember? You haven't forgotten, right?" You said, trying to stay as polite as you could.

She sighed and motioned for you to come in, clearly not ready to go just yet.

You slowly stepped into Ellie's room, your eyes taking in the decorations and mess. It was clear that this was Ellie's world, but you couldn't help but feel a slight curiosity towards her.

"So, why exactly weren't you at the gym?" You asked, finally breaking the tension. You didn't want her thinking you were here to start another argument.

"I had stuff to do." Was the terse response you were met with, nothing else.

"Yeah, of course." You rolled your eyes. "Your room could use some cleaning too."

Ellie smirked when your tone turned from polite to annoyed when she gave you her response, but you couldn't help but notice that she slightly recoiled when you mention how messy her room was. For someone with such a sharp tongue, she sure wasn't enjoying that same kind of treatment.

"Oh yeah? So maybe we should have you clean my room instead." She shot back.

"Actually, boarding school is still school, so that'd count too." You smirked, not so sarcastically anymore. You'd really rather stay in her room than running all over the building with a mop and dirty cloths.

Ellie raised one eyebrow at your reply, clearly not expecting you to just accept it without some kind of snarky remark or argument.

"Alright then." She replied simply, and she walked over to her bed and started to clear out the clutter. You couldn't really deny that her room was in a pretty messy state.

You explored the room, looking for something to start with.

Just then, near other scattered clothes, you saw feminine underwear. Clearly not hers.

"Um, Ellie..." You laughed. "Who's this?"

She walked up to you, not seeming surprised or embarrased at all. "I dunno. There's lots of girls visiting." She smirked.

You knew the smart thing to do would be just to drop the topic, but your curiosity got the best of you. Just who was Ellie Williams hanging out with?

"Really? And how many of them leave a pair of underwear in your room as a souvenir?" You asked, trying to keep a straight face, but you couldn't help but be amused by the situation.

Ellie just laughed, and you couldn't help but grin at her confidence in that moment.

"If you're asking if I'm dating someone," Ellie said, looking at you with an amused expression, "then no. I wouldn't call it dating."

You knew Ellie was always too stubborn and proud to just admit it normally, so you decided to push her just a little bit further.

"So it's not just a single person then? What's it? A new girl every day?" you asked with a smirk, knowing you'd hit a nerve there.

The slight flicker of annoyance on Ellie's face told you that you'd hit the mark.

"So what if it is? Are you jealous?" She teased in response, just adding fuel to the fire.

Now, she had the smirk on her face, and you just knew you'll regret what you started.

"Not really. Everyone knows you fuck every girl in the school anyways. Well, almost every." You suggestively pointed at yourself. "That's honestly sad. You should focus on one person, don't you think?"

Ellie took this as a challenge, she just couldn't resist it when you made yourself the exception.

"Oh, you think you're a special case? How cute." She snickered, and you couldn't help but feel somewhat pleased with that response after how much you two had been annoying each other for the past month.

"What do you think, should I consider dating you? It seems like you're interested, isn't that why you keep sticking around?" She asked, looking at you, knowing very well what kind of effect her words were gonna have on you.

"Me? Interested? You're the one finding excuses to talk to me every day, even if it's just another argument!" You shook your head and looked down, trying to hide that your smirk turns into a honest smile.

You felt Ellie's eyes studying your face as you tried to hide your genuine happiness, you tried to play it off, but you knew that it wasn't working in your favor. You couldn't even deny it, because it was true, you were interested in Ellie. Maybe not at first, but after spending time together, you grew to like her, her arrogance, her wit, the snarky smile on her face... and her eyes.

"Oh, so you do care!" She quickly cut in, sensing your weakness as your smile grew.

"Come on, don't tell me you've been enjoying this little game of ours, haven't you? Don't you look forward to it every day? Don't you love the adrenaline that kicks in when you're about to say something that's bound to start an argument?" She asked, taking a step closer to you and lowering her voice.

You could almost see the sparks fly as the two of you stared at each other, both feeling the tension in the air. You were almost tempted to take her up on the offer, but your pride got the best of you.

"You're just full of yourself, aren't you? Thinking everybody craves that attention." You said after taking a deep breath.

Ellie just smiled and walked straight to you, getting up close and personal.

"Well, I know you want it. So stop putting up a facade and admit it."

"I'm not like these sluts you fuck, Williams." You said, trying to keep your voice steady and calm.

Ellie just smirked in response. "You're right, you're not like them. You're better than them. And maybe you are a little special, considering how much you manage to piss me off everyday." She took a step back and looked you up and down. "I kinda like it." She said, and you couldn't help but feel your heart rate go up a little when she said that.

You just stared back at Ellie, not really sure what else to say in this situation. Both of your egos were too big to give the other one satisfaction, and neither would be making the first move.

She finally spoke up; "Your turn to be honest now. Admit you're into me."

She was awfully close to you now, daring you to say something.

"Don't push it, Ellie." You told her confidently, and even though you really wanted to say it, your pride was holding you back from admitting it.

Ellie just smirked and moved even closer to you, until her face was just an inch away from yours. "Say it." She whispered.

You felt your heart pounding faster as you just looked at her, not able to break her stare.

You shook your head. "No way."

She just chuckled at your response. "I knew you'd say that. And now, I'm gonna make you say it yourself."

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Ellie pulled you close, just enough to make your lips meet. You just stood there, completely stunned by how bold she was, but at the same time, the feeling of her lips against yours was so new and so good as well. You hadn't felt this type of rush before, and you didn't want it to end.

You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a gasp followed by a moan into the kiss, which made her even bolder.

"I'll show you how lucky those so-called by you sluts are." She whispered after pulling away from you, but not for long.

While Ellie's mouth aggresively covered yours, you felt her slowly pushing you towards the bed.

You were barely able to think now, as your adrenaline was pumping through your whole body. Your back hit the mattress, and Ellie continued to push you down as she climbed up onto the bed on top of you.

That's when it hit you.

You realized that your little feud with Ellie wasn't going to end after all, except this time you weren't fighting her.

Instead, you were just enjoying the moment with someone you could almost call a friend.

It felt like there was nothing else in the universe, just a rush of new sensations that you didn't want to end.

Ellie was the one in control now, as you felt her body pressing up against you, her lips pressing against yours, her hands moving around your body without hesitation. You weren't even thinking straight anymore, you just let her embrace you, letting her take control entirely.

You felt her break the kiss for a moment, just to whisper something in your ear. "Say it."

You knew what she wanted you to say, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do so.

Before you could answer, you felt her slowly undressing you. Her lips were tracing paths along your throat, not letting you let out a logical word from it - only little whimpers.

You felt every curve of her body as you felt her lips against your neck, every touch sending chills down your spine.

When you felt her hands move towards your pants, you felt your body respond in the only way you could.

You couldn't think of anything else but her embrace, her warm breath against your neck, and your body slowly being freed from clothing.

Ellie knew exactly how to push your buttons.

Before you could catch your breath, you were left shaking, as her hand slipped into your underwear, which was soon on the floor too. She was teasing your clit in almost painful slow way, watching you squirm.

"Speak up, babe." She whispered mockingly.

But you couldn't. Not because you didn't want, or because your ego didn't let you - you just couldn't. You even asked yourself 'What does this girl wants from me?' as you already forgotten her previous wish. You just weren't thinking straight.

"Come on, do this for me." She kept looking at you with overdramatic concern. You saw her fastening her belt and sliding of her jeans, revealing an obviously-way-too-big strap, which purple color didn't surprise you at all as you imagined it the same way in your dreams.

When you finally came back to your senses, you constructed a whole full sentence answer. But as soon as she saw you opening your mouth to speak up, she slid a few inches of her toy into your soaking cunt. Your planned reply quickly got replaced with another gasp.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She smirked, her hips started thrusting. She had some sympathy for you, so she didn't make it too painful, but she wasn't also so merciful.

You cried out, at first clenching your thighs from surprise, but she was too strong for you to actually succeed.

You leaned your head back against the pillow, squeezing your eyes shut causing a few of your pathetic tears soak into the sheets.

She held your hips, so she won't miss your sensitive spot, but her grip was so hard you swore you can already see the bruises creating right beneath her fingers.

"Honestly, I'm really happy it ended like that. You have no idea how often I'd imagine you instead of some random girl. But it's good to have you really there." She chuckled, not slowing down but not speeding up either.

Your eyes opened wide at this confession. Before today, the nicest thing she said to you was 'what's wrong?', even though it was in an obviously mocking way. And know it turns out she liked you for a long time. Just like you liked her.

"W...Wh- What?" You managed to stutter out, leaning on your elbows to look at her before your vision turned blurry again so you fell back on the pillow.

"You didn't know?" She laughed. "I mean, you were always oblivious, so I shouldn't be shocked but... I thought it was clear." She was speaking slower than usual as every single word coming from her mouth was synced with the moves of her hips. While saying this simple thing, she pushed her strap into you at least twenty times. And she wasn't taking her time, oh, no. She was fast and rough, like you're just a sex toy without feelings. Did you mind? Hmmm...

When you started getting used to the size of her cock and your mind wasn't completely blank anymore, you remembered one important thing your PE teacher said. 'Someone will check in on you from time to time, so don't even think about anything.' None of you were either at the gym or putting up flyers around school. They're going to think you ditched it. Even though you'd rather get into more trouble than end whatever you were doing now, you felt you need to tell Ellie, just in case.

"El-s..." You moaned out and quickly realised it won't be easy.

"What is it?" She asked, seeming honestly interested in what you got to say. "Ready to admit you're absolutely obsessed with me?"

You clenched your fists, squeezing the bed sheets between your fingers.

"Th- no... We should..." You couldn't help but cry out again.

As soon as she heard the two keywords - 'we should' (and she hated when someone was telling her what to do, so that pissed her off) - she understood what you're trying to say.

"Behave? Fulfill our duties? Or...?" She chuckled.

You wanted to speak up, just to not feel so vulnerable as you really were. You only managed to mumble 'we' before one of her hands started rubbing your clit, just like at the start - painfully slow. The feeling made your thighs tense and move closer to each other, wanting to close the gap between them. But Ellie didn't let that happen as she quickly separated your legs.

Her hips also didn't stop moving, and all the sensations connected made you go silent again. Well, not silent - unable to speak. And that were two completely different things.

"I'd take that as a 'we should continue what we're doing right now'. Isn't that what you want?" Even though you're eyes were closed, you could feel her intense stare on you. Then, her mocking tone came back. "What is it with you being so quiet all of sudden? You spent a few of the past years yelling at me, and you can't even say a word now?"

"I ju-st..." You said but then she hit your g spot again, and again, and again... making you go silent.

Your stomach started feeling funny - probably because of how deep in it Ellie's strap was. At this point, you thought you can even feel it in your throat and that's what's blocking your words from coming out. But the funny feeling had a different origin - your release was getting awfully close, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"We're going to have lots of fun this month." She whispered, leaning in to stroke your cheek.

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jenroses · 6 months

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Hey! Please feel free to ignore but you did say to ask you about masks :P the ones I've found that are multiple layers for max protection are really stiff, which squishes my face and leads to gaps. Do you have recommendations? Thanks!

I know that there's a lot of noise about elastomeric masks but for me they're a nonstarter because of the stiffness you talk about. I think it's important to understand that most of the 94-95 standard masks that actually meet that standard are going to be plenty good enough where most people are concerned. Is it possible to catch Covid with a mask on? Yes. I've done it.

Is it likely? No. I'm immune compromised. This isn't data, but our experience has been that a combination of masks, reasonable common sense and good filtration are enough that despite having a school-aged child, a husband who travels for conventions, and me, immune suppressed, with a college student living in our house, I have only had covid twice, the first time was an unfortunate collision of me going to a store at the wrong time where a clerk had both covid and the flu and gave them to me, and the other one involved a family member not using a mask at a public event while eating. Even then, when I caught covid and the flu at the same time and isolated immediately with filtration and everyone coming into my space being masked... not one other person in our house caught it, and when someone else caught it a year later, the only people who caught it were sharing sleeping spaces. Our roommates did not catch it, and everyone was masking from the moment of the first positive test. When my kid got half-assed about masking at school, he immediately got flu and strep at the same time. I pointed out that his lack of care about it could mean a lot of missed school for him and serious health impacts for both of us, and he started wearing a mask again, and did not get sick for the rest of the school year. He HATES the masks that go behind the head and wears Armbrust kn95 masks exclusively (dark blue, lol) And it's pretty clear that without the masks he was getting sick a lot and with he just...doesn't. He is wearing them all day except for lunch through full school days, so that says something. Armbrust will send little behind the head doohickies to keep them off the ears but he never uses them. At $2ish per mask they're not the cheapest but he uses one mask for multiple days so it's not too bad overall cost wise. They have kid sizing, but he's in the regular adult size now at 11. Now, I'll talk about Armbrust for a minute because I really like the company. On pretty much every mask they sell you'll see a video of one of their people reviewing the mask and going over testing data... but they ALSO have reviews of almost every other mask on the market, bad, good and in between, and if you find a mask on Amazon or something and want to know more about it, search the mask name and "armbrust" and the youtube video and product data page will pop up. I've found several special masks for very particular needs by looking through their database for combinations of breathability and shape that weren't even masks they sold. So if you are struggling, take a look at the database, eliminate "failed" masks, look for the ones that meet your needs and then watch the video to see what he says about them first. There are some VERY inexpensive masks out there that work very well, and some masks that are incredibly breathable or incredibly high filtration and a few unicorns that are both.

Now Hubby is okay with the same KN95 masks that our son likes but he exercises and his lungs get a little touchy sometimes so he needs maximum ease in breathing, so using that database I found Dr. Puri masks. Here's the Armbrust review. Here's the listing I found them on. Hubby LOVES them. He also prefers behind the ear. About $1.50 each.

I *hate* behind the ear with a hot hate, they bug me. But I can't just use one type of mask all the time because I have EDS and neck issues so pressure there can be awkward, plus I get short of breath sometimes anyway (history of pulmonary embolism that long predates covid) and I have sensory skin issues.

Bar none the most breathable mask I've ever tried, which also does not fog my glasses, is the Drager mask. These are soft, extraordinarily easy to breathe through, and have a unique strap that makes on/off very easy, and lets you pull the top strap and let it hang around your neck if needed. Unfortunately it has a VERY snug fit across the nose and leaves marks on my cheeks, or it would be perfect, but it's a good option, and possibly someone with a smaller face would have an easier time. These are possibly the best filtering and most breathable masks on the market, so for high risk situations this is the mask I would use. They filter 99.7% in testing. They're a little more expensive at about $1.25 per when I checked today. For a good intersection of fit and comfort, but a little less breathable, are the ACI N95 surgical respirator duckbills. These do not leave marks, don't fog much, good seal around the face, and the single most comfortable head strap I've ever seen. The fabric is very smooth, it is sensory good, but the breathability is not as high. It's not hard to breathe through, it's just not as easy as Drager or Dr. Puri. But... They could probably pass an N99 standard by Armbrust's testing, as they filter >99.4% of particulate, where the standard is 95%. These are also incredibly cheap. If you get their subscribe and save discount (you can do every 6 months) you can get 50 for $25, so 50 cents apiece.

All of these masks are pretty soft, easy to wear, and very good at what they do.

The TL:DR though.... The important thing is to find a mask that you will wear consistently and correctly every time you need it. A mask that hangs on your face and slips is not a good mask for you. A mask you hate so much you make excuses not to wear it is not a good mask for you. A mask that breaks easily or makes it hard to breathe so you end up taking it off is not a good mask. If what you have isn't working, there are LOTS of things that might.

Last Armbrust plug: THEY HAVE A SAMPLER PACK. You can buy a pack of a zillion different types and styles of mask and try a bunch! And order the one you like best! If you aren't sick, one sampler pack can be tried by the people in your household so everyone can figure out what works for them!

Also, I used to get sick very very often and now I just...don't. Not from contagious viruses, anyway. I don't understand why people are so cavalier about it. I've been sick less since 2020 than in any given six month period in my entire life. Despite being on immune suppressants.

#masks #face masks #n95 masks #covid isn't over

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apomaro-mellow · 3 months

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Hot for Teacher(s)

Part 1/? Read on AO3

Omegaverse modern au where steddie are both teachers. Eddie is teaching single omega Steve's son.

Eddie let out a satisfied sigh as the latest parent left his classroom. Parent/teacher conferences were always a tad stressful, even if there was no tangible reason to be. Most of his kids were doing well in all their subjects. There were only a couple behavioral outliers but Eddie knew that those parents rarely showed up but from professional and personal experience.

The main reason he didn't look forward to these was how selective kids could be with the information they shared. More than once in his years, a parent would arrive with a bone to pick about a problem that was apparently happening in the classroom that Eddie had no idea was occurring. These kids came up to him ten times a day to tell him what their little sister had for lunch two days ago but god forbid they admit when they have a problem with another student.

Today's appointments had mostly been smooth, though. It typically wasn't the quote unquote problem children whose parents showed up anyway. He just had one more person to go and then he could run out the clock fixing up his room until he was allowed to go.

He double checked the name. Shawn Harrington. Good kid. Bright, active, and it sounded like their parent had arrived.

"Mr. Munson? Hi, I'm Shawn's dad."

Eddie looked up to see a total smoke show.

"Hi", he cleared his throat when it squeaked out. "Nice to meet you, come in, have a seat." Eddie had Shawn's folder ready, like the other kids to show any work that should be highlighted, as well as his grades up on his laptop. "So did you have any concerns or worries about Shawn?"

Eddie quickly went in autopilot. It was the only way he was going to get through this. He was going to keep his eyes from drifting to that smooth sweep of this man's hair. He wasn't going to hyperfocus on his pretty lips. He wasn't going to gaze deeply into those chocolate brown eyes. He wasn't going to flare his nostrils to take in more of his scent. And he definitely wasn't going to check his fingers for any rings.

Bare hands.

Very nice hands.

They had a nice, brief conversation about the student's progress, and Eddie couldn't help but give him a glowing review. Even if Mr. Harrington wasn't totally hot, his kid was a wonder at times.

"He listens and pays attention well, always raising his hand to answer questions. If you don't mind me saying so, he just seems really prepared for school."

Which was saying something when many of the other first graders were still asking things like 'do we have to do math?' or 'are we going home today?' Eddie remembered being little and having pretty much no control over his life, so he could relate to the tiny ones still getting the hang of school. But kids like Shawn were a breath of fresh air.

"He did pretty well in kindergarten and I put him in daycare pretty early", Mr. Harrington said. "He gets really excited for school and I can tell he really likes you so far."

His smile could have blinded Eddie. He wanted to gush on just to keep seeing that smile.

"That means a lot, thank you." It wasn't a strong stigma but sometimes people got iffy over an alpha teaching children so young. It was thought they needed the 'gentler' hand of an omega. His eyes drifted back down to Mr. Harrington's hands. Yep, there was no ring there.

Now Eddie would never ask out or even flirt with a parent. That was off limits. But you know, if he got a little creative with his fantasies... well, you can't go to jail for thought crimes.

They said their parting words and Eddie was definitely not watching that ass in those khaki slacks. God, was there anything more cliche than him being a teacher and having the hots for a parent? He tried to keep his mind off it as he fixed up his classroom. He wouldn't even be seeing the guy that much. Not unless something came up with Shawn. And that kid was kind of an angel.

It was Friday, so once he was done, he went home to enjoy his weekend. Come Monday, there was a cacophony of voices. Half talking to each other and the other half trying to both greet him good morning and get right into another conversation. Eddie took it all with a smile.

"Mr. Munson, did you tell my mom about my butterfly!?", Theresa exclaimed, pointing to their bulletin board where their work hung.

"Mr. Munson, I got cheez-its in my lunch today", Victoria said, opening up said lunch box.

"Did you really talk to our parents?", Walker asked, arms crossed.

"Most of them", Eddie answered once they gave him a breath to speak.

"He talked to my dad", Shawn said. "And he said you said I was good."

"That I did", Eddie nodded, watching them as they put their coats and bookbags away. Theresa and Walker were known to fight over hooks.

"Mr. Munson, did you know my dad is a teacher too?", Shawn asked.

"I did not know that. Explains why you're so ready for school."

"Yeah, we practiced", Shawn said as he sat down to get started on the warm up.

Eddie raised a brow, wanting to ask what he meant by that, but his attention was grabbed when there was a shriek and a cry from Yasmin. He steeled his nerves for the day. He would need the fortitude.

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When Steve walked into the classroom to meet Mr. Munson, he didn't know what to expect. He regretted missing Back to School Night, but his had been on the same evening and as a teacher, he couldn't miss it. But Shawn had nothing but good things. So he went in with optimism.

And was met with a gorgeous, gorgeous man sitting at the teacher's desk. For a second, Steve was sure he had the wrong room.

"Mr. Munson? Hi, I'm Shawn's dad."

His hair was pulled back in a bun and Steve's first thought was how it must look when it was down. Honestly, Steve couldn't tell you exactly what he had said. His tongue felt twisted the whole time as did his stomach. But Mr. Munson was smiling through it all and hadn't brought up anything bad about Shawn, so Steve must really be selling it.

He wanted to say that Mr. Munson's praise meant the world to him. That it wasn't always easy to bring up a kid as a single omega parent. But that felt too personal for a first meeting. And mentioning he was single would probably be too forward. When it ended, they shook hands, allowing Steve to get just a little close. He caught a whiff of his scent and instantly wanted more. At least enough to pinpoint what it reminded him off.

But he had to let go just as quickly and then leave without lingering. He was NOT going to be the type of parent that made goo-goo eyes at his child's teacher. It wasn't like Shawn needed the leg up and Steve was done with his slut era. So even thought Mr. Munson could definitely get it, he was absolutely off limits.

And if Steve went home and immediately put the rest of the school year's events in his own calendar, that was simply because he was an amazing dad and for no other reason.

Part 2

#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #omegaverse #a/b/o #nothin like the smell of fresh new fic #and with this one i get to vent about my job #hoorah #this is mostly fluff w/some dramaaaa

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What No One Sees

(Dark?)Professor!Steve Rogers x reader

Run-through: Steve was that one popular professor that everyone liked, and you were closest to him. You'd never predict that he'd be the father of your future child.

Themes: smut, unplanned pregnancy, angst, absent father

Dr. Rogers was why every girl wanted to go to attend college. He was around 40 years old, handsome, tall, jacked, with pretty eyes, and he seemed very likable too. Not a single person on campus disliked that man.

Every student knew him as that one hot and perfect stranger unless they were in his class, which was like winning a lottery. Girls secretly fangirled him, and he'd even get the female professors to be all shy next to him.

That's what they all saw him as, you knew him as Steve.

When you moved here for college, you coincidentally booked the same apartment on the same floor as him, making you see him a lot. He'd sometimes even offer to walk you to college, and lent you things whenever you needed. He'd even sometimes tell you to visit his apartment to study, and you'd always visit him happily. You weren't sure why he wanted to be closest to you, but you sure were happy with it, especially when you noticed other girls getting jealous.

All those events have made you closer to him, earning you the privilege to call him Steve.

You loved being "Dr. Rogers' favorite student", as your girlfriends labeled you. They noticed how close you were with him and teased you about it, but you just knew they were jealous of all of it.

You've had a small internal crush on that man for how attractive he was, but you knew you couldn't do anything about it because of how wrong it was.

Life was going great overall, as you worked hard and gained good grades in college, and Steve's presence made it even better,

until one day everything changed.

It was Saturday night, and you didn't have anything on your to-do list, meaning you were lazily slouched on your couch in cozy pajamas, binging the latest Netflix series, until you heard a knock on the door.

You sighed, lazily got off the couch and walked towards the door, and opened it, your eyes widened in happiness and when you saw Steve standing there.

"What's up?" You'd ask him, looking into his deep blue eyes.

He looked slightly nervous and didn't reply, instead, he surprised you with flowers which he hid behind his back. He'd take a breath and said shyly, "Bought you flowers."

You looked at it in surprise, and that little happiness was slapped by your common sense. Professors can't engage in a romantic relationship with their students.

"Steve, I'm sorry, we can't-" You said until Steve cut you off closing the door, moving forwards, making you subconsciously walk backwards. He moved towards the wall, making you trapped between him and the wall. Your faces were so close to each other that you could feel each others breaths. Two words, sexual tension.

"One night, Y/N. We can keep it a secret." He said, his ocean blue eyes looking deep into your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I can't." You said, backing further into the wall nervously, expecting an angry response.

He sighed, backing his face away as you felt the tension loosen. "I've been interested in you since the first time I met you, you're just so beautiful, Y/N."

He paused to look into your confused eyes.

"I know you want me too, doll, and I know this gets past so many boundaries, but what if it's all a secret? One time chance, Y/N." He said, making you pause to think.

You sighed. "But if someone finds out I don't know what I'd do." You'd say with fear in your eyes staring deep into Steve's eyes.

Steve smirked, leaned in on your ear and spoke, "And that makes it even hotter, doesn't it? The thrill of being caught."

You blushed at the thought and smirked a bit, and in a few seconds, you'd cup Steve's face with both of your hands and had a deep kiss with him. He'd lift you by your ass as you both kissed. He moved both of you onto the bed and broke the kiss as he gently placed you on the bed. You'd both quickly undress, and by the time you saw his size, you knew you wouldn't be regretting all of this.

You were lying back-first onto the bed legs on Steve's shoulders, and Steve was on the floor, crouched down onto your pelvis, and stuck his tongue out to lick your clit, all while staring at you deep into your eyes.

He'd lick up and down your slit, until he eventually went in, using his skillful tongue to pleasure you. You grasped on the bedsheets and did so even tighter when he'd hit the right spots.

You eventually came, and he smirked as he got up, crawled onto the bed, and kissed you deeply. He'd use his hand to position his cock onto your entrance, and in no time he'd be stretching you out deeply. None of your previous partners have quite had a size like him.

He started with slow thrusts, his head on the side of your face, occasionally kissing you. When he knew you could handle it, he went faster and rougher, occasionally choking you.

The sounds of moans in the room were horribly sinful. You eventually came violently around him, and he came next, coating your womb with his seed.

Your mind went into a blur and you could only remember being in a deep sleep afterwards.

The next morning, you woke up naked beneath the thick blanket and Steve was not beside you. You could not believe you just fucked your professor last night and had to live with that guilty feeling.

Every time you and Steve saw each other, you both knew you had to keep a distance from each other, so you did not really interact for a while. People noticed this, raising some questions from your girlfriends, but you'd always give random excuses that you didn't really think of. You wondered if it was obvious that you and him did it.

A few weeks later, you were terribly ill. You skipped a few days due to these symptoms, which consisted of puking and missing a period. Oh my god, the realization came.

You took a pregnancy test, and it came positive, so that secret went from being small to a ginormous one. You did not want to abort and tried to accept the fact that you were going to be a mother soon.

You told your closest girlfriends and they promised to keep it zipped, always trying to assist you while you skipped many days of college. Somehow, rumors went out and eventually, the whole campus knew you were pregnant. People would either text you supportive messages, or ones calling you a "slut" or "whore." The only thing they didn't know is who the father was.

Then, you heard news that Steve resigned and moved away.

Just what the fuck is happening?

You wondered how life would be, your studies in risk as you'll raise your new child with their biological father far away.

Pt. 2 is out!!

#steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america smut #steve rogers au #captain america au #marvel smut

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m-musings · 6 months

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HELLO, can I request Mihawk, Buggy, and Shanks dating or married to an elderly fem reader (late 40s or early 60s) hc's? Basically, the reader is genuinely so sweet and protective and rocking like she is in her early 20s. Despite her kind nature, the reader is also surprisingly strong-willed. And is also insecure about being too old and tries to convince them to move on and find someone else who is the same age as them. (also she ate a devil fruit that gave her teleportation powers and is a teacher and teaches fencing to young children).

Headcanons: The One Piece Old Men with an Older Fem! S/O

A/N: I fr had no ideas for this so I'm really sorry if it's not exactly what you wanted sdfghjkl

Word Count:698 Warnings: nada, all fluff here

Buggy:

• K so, the first time Buggy meets you is when he happens upon your fencing class during an exploration of your island.

• When you see him approach, you instantly teleport in front you students to try and protect them from whatever he may do.

• Once he realizes that you're also a Devil Fruit user, he's almost instantly enamored with you.

• Initially, it's just because he sees you being useful to him in some way but as he gets to know you more, he grows to genuinely love and respect you.

• After getting together, Buggy revels in the affection you show to him and his crew. He can't recall the last time anyone saw them all as actual people, let alone get to know them like you do.

• He also respects the fact that you don't hesitate to call him out on his bullshit or straight up kick his ass when he needs it.

• And while he might give you crap about teaching sometimes, he still gives you the all the regard you deserve for doing a rather tough job like that.

• When you get insecure about being older, he makes sure to remind you that he is also kind of an "old geezer" and that he'll still love you when you're both as old as the sea itself.

Shanks:

• You met Shanks when he and his crew pulled into port where you were staying, them needing to restock supplies and rest for a while before going off on another adventure.

• He meets you in a small bar where he sees you chatting and laughing merrily with some of the staff as you sip on a fruity drink of some kind.

• With an intrigued smile, he struts over and introduces himself with all the usual charm.

• As you two idly chat for about 15 minutes, you stop mid-sentence when the girl you mentor hurriedly runs into the bar asking for help with something quick.

• You excuse yourself with an apologetic smile before suddenly vanishing from sight, surprising Shanks as he confusedly looks around the room for you.

• A minute or two later, you pop back to your original position and continue on the conversation like nothing happened.

• Impressed at the discovery of your powers, he begins to ask all sorts of questions about it, which eventually leads to a friendship and later, a relationship!

• He loves being with you! Seeing how kind and helpful you are with most anyone you come in contact with is so refreshing for him to see in a world where other people seem to not care about anything but themselves.

• Shanks also admires the friendship you have with the girl you mentor, it reminds him of his relationship with Luffy.

• And when it comes to your age, he couldn't care less! As long as you're a truly good person, he'll love you with all his heart no matter how you perceive yourself.

Mihawk:

• You meet Dracule when he arrives to an island near yours while on a bounty search for the Marines.

• Having been hired alongside him due to your powers and skills with a saber, he is a little hesitant to be around you due to him preferring to work alone.

• But once the job is done and he's spent more time with you, he actually finds himself enjoying your company a lot!

• He likes how headstrong you are and how you aren't afraid to let someone know exactly how you feel.

• And that combined with the fact that you teach a very useful fighting style to the next generation, he's sold on the idea of the two of you being something more than friends rather soon.

• Mihawk also adores just how sweet you can be with those you care about. Whether that's with your students or with him, he's absolutely smitten when you're being your typical, cuddly self.

• There are for sure times when you convince yourself that your age is a problem and that he'd be better off with someone more youthful.

• When you have those doubts, he's right there to assure you that he doesn't mind at all. He's glad to be around you because you're you, older than him or not.

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece imagine #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #shanks x reader #dracule mihawk x reader #mihawk x reader #headcanon

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iznsfw · 1 year

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Slumber Party Games: 18+ Edition

IZ Days of Christmas : Day 8 and 9 - Yabuki Nako and Honda Hitomi

IZ*ONE's Yabuki Nako x Honda Hitomi x Male Reader Smut

9871 words

Categories: teaching sex, blowjob, thighjob, riding, face-sitting, cumswap, size kink, masturbation, truth-or-dare gone sexual

Now you know why I didn't post for Nako's day.

For a special someone who requested a HiiNako threesome, and I quote, "NAOW" (it's @kaedespicelatte if that weren't clear)

You're leaping across lands as if you were walking on clouds. That's a pretty close thing to what you are doing; the wisy blue cotton wafts around you like snow. Touch them for a moment, giggling with genuine happiness, before leaping up another step. You're only going upwards from here, only towards the destination of perfection.

The whole place is flawless. Small islands are individual homes for dreamers like you. The sky never pours unless you want it to. Everything in this world can be controlled with just a word from you. But you were told that there are bigger things up ahead, in that bright golden cloud, where a castle sits grandly and a woman leans down to give you an inviting smile—

"Hey, heeeey! "

Two thin fingers snap you awake from the world you created for when the boredom takes you. You go to it quite often—during lectures, lonely nights when sleep just refuses to visit you, and road trips to nowhere. You've unknowingly dozed off to your wonderland again in the campus quadrangle, right where you're supposed to be wide awake. It's already thirty minutes past your mathematics class; you're the only one in the quadrangle.

Well, not the only one. Blink twice, then thrice for good measure. Turn your head away from the streaming sunlight and force a reintroduction to reality. Here, on Earth, there are no happy utopian cities floating in midair, easily accessible through a few measured jumps. There aren't any bright clouds in arm's reach to navigate through the various world. Here, it's just... your university. It's an extremely boring place that only pique your appreciation with their well-kept gardens and satisfactory air-conditioning.

There's no air-conditioning out here in the quadrangle though. Nor is there a smile on Honda Hitomi's cute face. What a pity. What an utter waste.

"Hey there yourself, Hiichan," say brightly, as if you weren't just caught cutting classes. Cutting classes... but isn't—oh right! It's two in the afternoon, and you just sat through majority of your class in the quadrangle. It was an accident, you swear, but your strict little Japanese friend won't agree with you on that sometimes. "How you doing?"

"Not fine," she says grumpily, "because I was called to drag a certain boy who was lounging outside of the classroom he's supposed to be attending a lecture in."

Huh?

Direct your gaze to the left. Through the rectangular window of the wide room, all of your classmates and one unamused teacher stare at you. They exchange glances of disbelief, accompanied with words that consist of nothing but spicy gossip.

Your face burns. Now that's a situation you can't joke yourself out of. Why did you have to cut Bae Yoonjung's class out of all the classes you could have skipped? Life in the real world remains just as troublesome as your last return here.

"Miss Bae says you either get your ass inside," Hitomi continues, hands set on her hips, "and answer all the questions we're going over, or you get a failing grade."

A failing grade? "What? No, I'm not flunking her class!" you say. Flustered emotions burst and take your formerly-relaxed body from the comfort of the quadrangle bench. They bring your hands into the air, make your eyes seal a firm glare into Hitomi's tired ones. "Have you seen what her students look like after a remedial? They look like they came back from fucking World War Two or something!"

"Then get inside," says Hitomi. She's gathering the last of her patience now to give you a comforting smile. Give her props for trying to deal with you; you can barely do it yourself. "Believe me, I'm just as humiliated as you are."

"I can't get in because I can't do math, Hitomi!"

"Then get Hyewon to help you out, for fuck's sake, if she's not wrapped up trying to answer them herself. Come on, Haram. Get in."

Hyewon? Oh, come on, you aren't asking her for help! She barely talks to anyone except when she's answering in recitations. She may be pretty, but she has that kind of prettiness that makes her unapproachable. You're intimidated by her, and sometimes you feel a little guilty for it; she hasn't been unkind to anyone or bullied people to clean up dorms. She's just... scary. Scary because she simply exists.

Why do you always have to be scared of pretty girls? You're in college already and your fear of them still hasn't ceased.

But you have no choice. Get up on heavy feet and trudge the walk of shame to Bae's classroom. You're sure you look like a complete idiot. Anyone who has an IQ above room temperature knows that the number one rule of skipping classes means that you can't make yourself seen. You're supposed to hide in the dorms and make up an excuse letter, not sit outside of the classroom you're supposed to be in with the oblivion of a mouse. You can already spot Eunbi giggling at you. Throw her a glare, and she reciprocates, an eye for an eye. High school habits die hard.

"Welcome to class, mister Jo," says your professor, wearing the fakest of smiles. It's that signature Bae Yoonjung smile, a smile that any campus troublemaker knows. It spells out four clear words: You're in deep shit.

From far away in the classroom, your sister Yuri cringes. She's the better student out of the two of you: most well-behaved, most diligent, most high grades. It's been going on ever since she was in kindergarten. But you... it's like you were born into the Jo family to make an imbalance in the matrix of the inherited intelligence and discipline your parents and sibling are known for.

"Good afternoon, professor Bae," you say quietly. At least you're still polite.

"How was the little sit-down you had outside?"

"Quite good. I mean—I mean—uh..."

Politeness fails you. It's too late. Laughter scatters then takes the classroom by full force. Professor Bae isn't as pleased as they are, though. Not at all, not in the slightest.

"Silence, class," she barks. Immediately, the noise dies as if it were a fire extinguished by icy water. You're amazed sometimes at the power the professor has gathered over her years of teaching, which are considerably shorter compared to the other teachers.

"Now, mister Jo, there are strict rules on tardy here in this school. If a student is caught cutting classes or coming in five to ten minutes late, they're given a punishment. Are you aware of these rules?"

Nod. You read the student handbook a couple of times. It's the only book you've ever finished. In your defense, it has pictures. It's easier to visualize the message when there's pictures. You discovered that when your English professor made you read fucking Shakespeare and provide an explanation to three plays slash sonnets slash headache-inducing rhymes.

"I've given you enough time to dilly-dally by yourself," continues your unrelenting professor, "but it's mandatory that you learn the consequences of your own actions." Her hand knocks the whiteboard. "What is the value of x in x squared in the equation of x squared plus six equals zero?"

Stupid flowery math words and their stupid complicated meanings. You can never get a grasp of them.

"Um... b?" you say.

The whole class erupts into a chorus of snickers. Everyone is laughing at you now. All of their eyes are on you in half-crescents as your unintentional comedian flare takes them by storm. Chaeyeon is cackling with glee. She's the class comedian, but even she can't fashion a joke as ridiculous as that. Yujin's smiling dimples have never been more visible. Even your sister, once embarrassed that you were shaming the family name again, is laughing along with them. The whole world's laughingstock is you.

Just everyday things, you guess.

Look around. Well, not the whole world, maybe, for in the corner of the room on the farthest right-hand side of the first row, two wide eyes gaze at you with sympathy.

It's a small girl whose name you don't know, but face you are quite familiar with. She's usually seen giggling around her friends, but you've never talked to her. Not yet, at least.

Funny how just one person makes a whole difference. If she had laughed along with them, you'd be devastated. Crushed. Over. But she had chosen to look at you kindly, mouthing some soft words to you of reassurance. You feel like you owe everything to her: your sanity, your dignity, your battered pride.

If only you knew her name.

Needless to say, the rest of the class sucked. You were scolded plentily enough, and the humiliation from not getting any of the questions correct still makes you want to roll up into a ball and hide somewhere. Yuri would surely call your mother again and give an exaggerated retelling of how her brother—her pathetic, underachiever good-for-nothing brother—got into trouble again. You'd be the talk of the campus, too, and to be honest, you couldn't blame them. If one were going to cut classes, they could at least do it properly. That was the unspoken rule of troublemaking for dummies.

How do you always get into this kind of mess? Wonder over that as your hands clasp your phone, with your form now lounging atop your level of the bunk bed in the dorms. At least you're safe here. If you manage to fuck up again, nobody would see but your roommate. But she's already had a good show from earlier; she's Kwon fucking Eunbi, the girl you always somehow get into the same class with and bump into in the lockers. The world just strings your threads together without prior knowledge that you both have the scissors to snip the knots away. You're honestly getting a little sick of it.

"Haram, it's your turn to do the laundry," she reminds you. She says it without looking up from the book she is reading under your mattress, using the flickering lightbulb for proper vision. Neither you or Eunbi have the money or the guts to replace the bulb, so it remains as it is: shutting and flickering on like it belongs to the set of a low-budget horror movie.

"I'm not doing shit," reply seamlessly. Your eyes are focused onto the incoming messages of your KakaoTalk app. Everyone's forwarding various texts of group chats making fun of you. Whole group chats throwing tomatoes at a poor semi-senior. Fucking pathetic.

You can't say it wasn't unexpected, though. What were you doing out in the quadrangle? Had you lost yourself in such a daydream you forgot about everything?

Yes.

You possess a chronic tendency to daydream. You like worldbuilding, but never had the penmanship nor writing skills to plot it all down. You like visualizing better worlds—worlds where everything is pleasing to the eye, nothing out of place nor out of line—but were never the artist to illustrate them. Any potential you have in something, all rooted in daydreaming, is always ruined by another unavoidable trait you have. It fucking sucks sometimes, how you're always at a dead end once you think you've got the hang of it all.

"Come on, Haram," says Eunbi. She's tired, too. Finals are taking a toll on her emotions. She throws the book aside and punches you in the shin. "I'm not your housewife, and you aren't getting one either if you can't wash up for once."

"Yeah, well, it would help if the stuff I had to wash didn't have your cumstained panties, Eunbi." Continue to scroll and mark several messages read, although you never really went through several of them. "Seriously, how big are the guys going down on you for your undies to have cum everyday? What macho gymbro are you sleeping with?"

"Your mom," she spits.

"Oh yeah, real mature, Eunbi. Want a medal for that? A trophy?"

"Says the guy who can't even skip classes properly. Who the fuck hangs out—"

" I know. God, I've heard that so many times today. Please give me a break."

They're the same rehashed words entering and exiting your nearly-deaf ears. It's tiring you out, these looped arguments with Eunbi. She may be undeniably pretty, but she fucks so many guys on a daily basis that you'd wake up with the false alarm of an earthquake, only for it to be a cacophony of whimpers and moans over a creaking bed frame. Sometimes she'd call the guys she fucked daddy, more than often she'd be the one being called titles. And sometimes—only sometimes—you secretly get off to it. But after that, when you're sticky with your own ejaculation, the irritation sets back in.

Add all that to the equation of the same hurtful words aimed at you all day and flashbacks of the humiliation you endured in a martyr-like fashion back in Bae Yoonjung's class. Now who's the one who can't solve math?

"Let's make a deal," Eunbi proposes. She's punching you in the shin again to catch your attention. This time, her fist purges so much strength into its tiny knuckles that it does make your head jerk up in surprise. You look back into the pretty face of Kwon Eunbi with a "what now?" expression.

"And what might that be?" you ask uninterestedly.

Eunbi sets her arms onto the soft landscape of your mattress. Her eyes level with your impatient stare. "You do the laundry tonight, and I'll ask Yabuki Nako to invite you to her mini slumber party."

"Who's Yabuki Nako?"

"The girl who kept defending you from everyone. Seriously, do you ever notice what's going on?"

"I—I don't—" Stutter out mangled words, but the pieces are coming together for you to form any more. Yabuki Nako... could she be that girl from earlier who didn't laugh when everyone else was? That girl with the freshly-dyed blonde hair and cute eyes?

Yeah, it must be her. It can't be anyone but her, to be honest. The only one who'd defend you even when your back is turned is the one who doesn't laugh at you even when you see them. You're pretty sure that Nako is the girl you saw earlier, the girl whose name you wanted to know.

You barely know her. She's a small cheerful girl, but she doesn't usually interact with you. Sometimes she'd send long, lingering stares your way, but that's about it. Why would Eunbi make her your prize in this deal?

Eunbi grins. "You remember her now?" she asks.

"A little, yeah."

"Good. Don't you want to have some fun with her tonight?" Eunbi trails teasing fingers along your thigh. "Probably some bang-bang action? Huh?"

You move away from her hand. Eunbi's been acting sluttier these days, and you have no idea what to make of it. "What the fuck, Eun? I barely know the girl!"

"Well, you're about to find out more about her," she says with the proudest grin known to man. Eunbi flips her phone up out of nowhere and shoves an image of her and Hitomi in your face. They're both wearing cute pajamas, hair done into various curls and braids, obviously having a good time. God, you wish that were you. Well, not in that way, of course, but—

"Their sleepover just started," Eunbi explains. "She sent me a few pics. There's little laundry to be done. But the question is.... are you willing to exchange fifteen minutes doing chores for a night of potential sex?"

You didn't know Hitomi was sleeping over at Nako's dorm. Then you remember that Hitomi doesn't have a roommate; it can be pretty lonely at times. Maybe she invited Nako over for a good night of girly fun.

Your mind toys with the thought longer than you expected. But in the end, you give in. You aren't thinking of lewd stuff with them like Eunbi is suggesting you are. You just want to visit them—Hitomi, your best friend, and Nako, the girl who seemingly defended your name while everyone was dragging it through the mud. You owe the two of them a lot. What can go wrong?

Hiijjang❤ | 6:59 PM: what the fuck did you just do

You | 6:59 PM: huh

Hiijang❤ | 7:00 PM: you asked Nako to be included in our slumber party!!

what was that all about?

😑

You | 7:00 PM: i didnt do anything

eunbi wanted me to do the laundry

and said that shed ask nako to invite me if i did

Hiijjang❤ | 7:01 PM: perv

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

You | 7:02 PM: hey its not about that

i had a bad day

and eunbis getting on my nerves right now.

i need a getaway

Hiijjang❤ | 7:04 PM: sure you do

but fine

i respect the efforts you make just to fuck nako

You | 7:04 PM: why does everyone keep saying that?

Your messages with Hitomi are wild. Screenshots, memes, and insults... it's an archive of your youth. You've been friends with her since high school, so they all date back to that time you crushed on Shitao Miu in tenth grade and the chaotic field trip your inexperienced gym teacher had to lead. They link to events that make up major historic occurences in your life. When you read back at them, you cringe sometimes, but there remains a smile on your face; you and Hitomi were so young and happy.

You're both in college now. You wonder what to make of it all. You aren't kids anymore, but you still play around with her as if time weren't a thing. In the world you like to create, it isn't; it's a social construct, used to profit off things like work and... all that economic stuff you never bothered to listen to in third year. You wonder if that's also true for the real world.

Probably, but the problem at hand is that you're running late to the slumber party. You finished the laundry early, yet you spent all your time deciding what to wear. Should you go steal Eunbi's bunny onesie and look cute like Nako and Hitomi? Or just wear whatever you like? You could not decide for the life of you. You decided to just wear your normal pajamas though. It's a slumber party, for Pete's sake, what else are you supposed to wear?

You look a little stupid as you walk out of the dorms in it. Thank God for the lights-out-at-seven rule! No one can lay their eyes on your embarrassing pajamas this way. But you'll have to make it quick; there's a long night ahead of you, and a long swindling staircase to go through. Curse your college for not having good engineers or architectures when they constructed this place. That's another reason why you hate this place and its horrid teachers and staff generals with a burning passion.

It takes you less than a minute to get to Hitomi's dorm, but only because you're rushing. You have to at least have the sense to show up early to a party you asked to be in. No carousel can give you the dizzying sensation the twirling staircases give you. You almost throw up by the time you get to the AKB48 building.

Give brash knocks on the first door to the right. You can hear giggles from the inside. They must be having a lot of fun. You have to knock louder for the laughing to die out and for a hand to unscrew the door knob.

"Oh, didn't think you'd make it!"

Hitomi grins up at you, wearing a pair of brown checkered pajamas and a ponytail. Seems like her high school sleepclothes still fit her; they hang around her tiny body like a curtain.

"I didn't think so either," you reply with a smile of your own. "Gonna let me in?"

She pushes you square in the chest. "Perv." But she lets you in anyway.

Hitomi's room is usually tidy and empty, occupied by no one other than her. But now, a makeshift blanket tent stands, hanging from her bed. A few soju bottles are out. Bracelets and necklaces created from bands and beads scatter on the floor.

And... there she is.

Nako waves at you timidly. Now that she's standing in front of you, you realize that she's smaller than you thought. She's barely a few centimeters above five feet. You don't mention that to her, though. You already owe Nako a lot of appreciation for having your back.

"Hey," you say awkwardly.

She giggles. "Hi. I'm—"

"Yabuki Nako, right?" Take her small hand and shake it firmly. "Thanks for defending me after my screw-up earlier."

Nako laughs again. Her pigtails swing in the air as she does, and her head lowers just enough for you to see the cute rabbit ear headband seated atop her hair. "It's no problem, really," she says humbly. "Everyone has 'that' embarrassing moment sometimes. Speaking from experience, by the way."

"Yeah," you say, shifting from foot to foot. After that, Nako says nothing, and you reply with nothing either. There isn't much to talk about, but the redness in both of your cheeks and in Nako's small, round face show flustered emotions.

"Ooookay." Hitomi cuts into the silence and breaks the ice. "It's getting late, you two. Want to get this party started?"

Take a look at the soju and nod immediately. You're in for a wild night.

You never thought you would have so much fun at a traditional girls' sleepover. It's much better than being with guys, but you'll only admit that to yourself. Through the course of an hour or so, you learned to make loomband bracelets and name all the characters in the Legally Blonde movie. You baked cookies and feasted over them, although majority are burned pretty badly. Not your fault; they should've left you to do the taste testing.

You've learned a lot about Nako tonight than you did the whole school year. She's only shy when she first meets someone, but when she eases up, she's hilarious. Her laugh is infectious, and one of her cute little habits is to jump around when she gets happy. Everytime she does her little leap, you fall in love with her even more. Sometimes Hitomi throws the two of you suspicious looks, but they're surreptitious enough for you to be able to ignore them.

But now, suspense increases in the dorm room. There's no friendships nor biases here. In this game, all the likings you've taken to Nako and Hitomi are deemed invalid. What matters the most is winning this. You have to play your cards right.

The top of the deck shows a yellow seven card, dropped by Hitomi. She wields at least fourteen cards, courtesy of the repeated plus four attacks you and Nako have administrated. Nako holds one card, just like you.

A proud smile on her face, Nako slaps a red seven card. In turn, you unleash your last card, which just so happens to be a red, too. You and Nako have just won the game.

"God-fuckin-dammit!" Hitomi frustratedly throws her UNO cards into the deck. It creates a flurry of rainbows and numbers on the floor. She has lost yet another game, much to you and Nako's satisfaction. You've won three games and Nako has won her fair share. Hitomi, however, is on a fine losing streak tonight.

"You're gonna clean that up, Tomi-ya," Nako tells her, pointing to the messy cards with a smug grin on her face. God, she's so cute when she smiles. It's like having a crush all over again.

Well, not like, because you're sure you developed a crush on Nako already. It's the real thing now. But who can blame you? Nako is a walking ball of sunshine. She could be the sun itself if the sun weren't the biggest star in the planet, but weirdly, you still prefer her.

"I swear, it's like you guys're teaming up on me," states an upset Hitomi. "What sort of black magic are you doing here, Haram, because who the fuck loses seven games in a row?"

"You, clearly," you and Nako say in unison. Great minds think alike, or whatever Aristotle said. Or did you get it wrong and he's the guy who said the thing about respecting?

Nako's eyes are wide with excitement as she looks at you. Meanwhile, you're too caught up on trying to say the word first.

"Jinx—" you shout.

Nako says it, too: "—jinx!—"

" Double jinx! "

"Ahhh, come on." Now it's Nako's turn to be upset. She downs a few drops of soju, the punishment you guys set for the little jinx game you have going on. Simple and cliché as it is, you like playing it. So, when you're pretty sure Nako's gonna say the same thing, you butt in at the same time. That's where it all started.

"Looks like I'm thirdwheeling, too," Hitomi says, rolling her eyes. "Might as well throw me out, you know? Call me a dirty single bitch?"

"We're not a thing!" Nako contradicts. She looks at you for backup, but you only offer a nod of partial agreement. "We just met, Hiichan!"

"You know what they say~" Hitomi pokes Nako at her taut belly. "Love at first sight exists, Nako-san."

"Don't m-make this weird! Owww!"

Sudden, Nako and Hitomi are having a pillow fight. Hitomi whacks Nako in the hip with a car pillow and Nako hits her on her cheek with a Mickey Mouse plushie. You make no move to stop them. Rather than that, you join in.

The first hit you deliver is done with a blanket.

Then, it's two against one. Hitomi and Nako are surprised at your audacity. They forget about their 1v1 pillow fight and start attacking you. Soft plush hits your body over and over. You yell out loudly, scampering away like a rabbit, but they catch up to you. The two girls are small, but surprisingly nimble.

"Take that!"—

—Hitomi hits you in the head, ignoring your loud cry—

—"and that!" Nako nearly lifts the top of your pajamas with how strong she hits your stomach—

—" and these! "

The two high-pitched voices unite. And so do their pillows going down on your helpless body.

Whack after whack after whack. Everywhere you turn, there's a pillow blocking your way. They've cornered you and made you their personal punching-bag in the art of pillow fighting. Is it fun? Is it rather humiliating? You have no idea what to think, but you're laughing, so it must be good.

"Alright, alright!" Hold your arms up in defeat. "You made your point!"

"Good!" harrumphs Nako. She flashes you an adorable pout. "Let's calm down."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

You all laugh at how ridiculous that exchange sounds. So immature, so childish... college students were truly just overgrown kids.

Look at Nako's small frame. Maybe not all.

"So, oppa."

That's weird. Hitomi never calls you oppa. You're barely older than her anyway, and too close with her for there to be any formalities between the two of you. So you're a little stunned when you look up from the game and see her completely innocent smile.

She and Nako are huddled close. Their heads lean into the other as they flash you pretty smiles. Hitomi's fluffly cheek presses against Nako's round one. They're a pretty combination, to be honest. They're the two cutest girls you've ever seen.

"Yeah?" you ask. There's an edge to your voice you don't know the origins of. But inside, you feel that something is about to happen. Something... big? You just have no idea how to deal with it.

"Want to play truth or dare?" asks Nako, taking her turn in speaking. It's like they rehearsed this beforehand or something.

Shrug. It's only nearly ten; there's a lot of time to toy with. A classic game of truth-or-dare won't hurt. "Sure, why not?"

"Okay. Truth or dare?"

"Truth, I guess."

Nako and Hitomi giggle wildly. They sound like a flock of foxes when they laugh together. It's pretty cute.

"Have you ever... had sex before?" Nako's pigtails catch your attention as she sets her chin on her knee, right above her intertwined fingers with Hitomi. Glance again at their hands together and their over-display of affection. There's Hitomi's arm twirled around Nako's wide hips, and Nako's hand caressing Hitomi's hair. You still don't know what to conclude from that.

The question doesn't catch you off guard. When around friends, you're asked that all the time, especially in high school. "Once," you confess.

Hitomi gasps girlishly. "Who did you do it with?"

"Hey, my turn is done!" You aren't about to reveal the girl you had your first time with to them. It ended pretty badly, and besides, it's private business. "It's your turn already."

"Hmph, fine!" Hitomi feigns reluctance as she gazes at Nako. "Nako-san, I want to do a dare!"

"Okay! I dare you to show oppa"—Nako leans over to give Hitomi a barely-contained whisper—"that you can suck his cock better than the last girl he fucked."

Well, that quickly took a sexual turn. Once again, you are struck by surprise. What the hell is she making your best friend do? Why is this girl, whom you never came across before nor talked to much, suddenly becoming so bold?

Well, Hitomi's cheeks do look good for when—

No, you can't think—

Yes, you can—

Hitomi is the bigger daredevil between the two of you. She doesn't hesitate to topple you over so you land on the mattress, and pull down your shorts. You watch on, stunned, as Hitomi rubs your shaft repeatedly with seemingly experienced hands. Heat quickly accumulates and forms your erection. A success!

"Ooh, do it, Hiichan!" Nako cheers on. Already, her fingers find their way between her legs. If this were a movie, she'd binge it all the way.

Similarly, your hand takes hold of Hitomi's ponytail and pushes her down before she's even ready. And you're thinking about what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into now, and if you'll regret it.

You're still unsure of the answer, but it's hard to think that there will be any regrets when your cock pokes Hitomi's soft cheek. Oh, how you'd love to glaze the insides of it with your cum. How good it would feel.

Hitomi makes sure to show you. While Nako rubs the wet spot on the Japanese girl's panties and her own, Hitomi bobs her head with amazing finesse. Her lips latch around your base and effortlessly drag themselves up to your tip, pleasuring the veins that stick out. It doesn't help at all how strong the suction of her lips are. Oh, it doesn't help one bit.

"You okay, Hiichan~?" Nako asks sweetly.

"Yerghh, I ermm!" Hitomi answers through a muffled mouth. She's more than okay, she's in bliss. Or rather, you are. You were once overwhelmed with doubt and hesitation. Now, the only thing taking over you is the sheer pleasure.

Your bottoms are pulled down to your thighs. Hitomi's head and hands are all over your crotch. She plays with your balls and lets her lips kiss your pubic patch area when she goes down. She massages your thighs with expert hands, loosening the tense muscles but still making sure that your cock is tense and rock hard in her mouth.

"Okay, let me just rub your little clit a bit more~" Nako swipes over the visible damp spot on Hitomi's pajamas, quickly finding her button. "So you can... hnghh, suck oppa off better, is that okay~?"

Hitomi squeals into your cock; Nako's rubbing her sensitive nub too well. She moves her fingers fast and briskly, providing pleasure to her core that matches the one she's giving to you. Her hands grab onto your thighs again to get a hold of herself. But your hand already grabs more of her ponytail and yanks it to the back, causing your cock to now hit the back of her throat and slide down its tight entrance.

"Ohh, fffuck." The F-bomb drops with stress. Hitomi's gag reflex awakens and makes the experience much more fulfilling. You never thought that you'd be fucking your girl best friend's throat. The thought has not once touched on your mind, but here you are, doing exactly that. The world is funny sometimes.

"Hnghhh..." Hitomi whimpers quietly. She laps her tongue upwards to rub slick saliva on the underside of your shaft. You can feel the sharp breaths she takes through her nose to keep some air in her lungs on your skin. Yeah, she definitely did this before. Nako has probably not done it yet. The hands clumsily groping Hitomi's crotch and her eyes stretched wide in surprise at what's happening are all indicative of that. But that's not a problem that can't be solved by teaching.

She's enthusiastic, though. She's excited as she watches Hitomi take your cock so well. Slow thrusts fire into the taller Japanese girl's lips, sometimes having your tip rub the roof of her mouth rather than meet the tight tunnel up ahead. You're trying to remind yourself not to get too carried away. Hitomi is still your best friend, and you can't hurt her too much, not even when she and Nako begin to finger each other's delicate pussies.

Not even when their pace in their mutual masturbation increases.

Not when their combined moans sound like something straight out of an R-rated anime.

Not when—

"Ohhh, ohhh, Hiichan! " Nako moans out. See the clamp of her puffy pussy lips on Hitomi's three digits and your thrusts gain strength. "You—you—you finger me so well! It's too good!"

Hitomi's tearful eyes start to lose the shared contact they have with your lust-dazed pupils. She looked cute as she gazed up at you, like an innocent girl who's only learned from books to do this, but she's past all that pretense. She's past all that fake good-girlness. She can't hold up that front anymore. Nako's fingers diligently pumping her make sure of that. The girl's beautiful moans work her up more than she'd like to admit.

Whining a little, Hitomi bobs her head stronger. Your sounds of pleasure mirror each other. Your groans are deeper, though, while Hitomi's are more high-pitched. They come from different origins as well. She's moaning like that because Nako's fingers dig into her pussy as if its purpose was to seek out her G-spot. Seems like Nako found it; the dance of Hitomi's hips go crazy. Your moans come from the ones she lets out, and the more-than-satisfactory closeness of her narrow throat.

She lets out the screams she is forced to muffle in the form of a full-blown blowjob. She doesn't have the time or patience to induce any more foreplay. She fucks your cock into her throat and lets saliva freely coat it with lubrication. Her whines reach maximum volume, both due to the difficulty it takes to force your size down her throat and the most obvious factor: Nako's continuous pleasuring of her core.

They masturbate each other. Squelching sounds increase, just like the speed of the swiftly entering fingers. Now, the sweet chorus of their moans sound straight out of a JAV, rather than a simple anime. It's too lewd, although their expressions are so wonderfully animated. And soon, you've risen to your feet to put all the force in fucking Hitomi's cute face. Nako scrambles into a better sitting position to be able to continue fucking Hitomi's vagina. She's playing with her nipples above her white top, eyes closed as she mutters incoherent words.

Hitomi's eyes are as large as those of a prowling cat catching sight of its prey—

Nako's screams are unusually high—

Your cock barely slips out of Hitomi's mouth except to fuck the rest of it in—

A natural disaster it was, yet it's man-made. Nako's legs tense when her climax takes her. Hitomi's is messier, but yours is probably the least tidy. Though Hitomi's cheeks become fuller with your cum, some still inevitably slide down her chin. There's no stopping though until you've fucked every drop of your cum into her mouth. And you mean every drop.

"Ohh—ohhh, Hiichan! Your fingers—I can't—!"

"Nako-san! Oppa!"

It's done. Pull out and fall back into the mattress. Hitomi's mouth is a fountain of cum. There's a puddle on the floor from her orgasm. But what makes a bigger mess is the fluid you've excreted in her mouth.

They both sit across you innocently. For a while, the mood of the whole room is sweet and youthful. But then, Nako gets an idea to ruin it all.

She looks at Hitomi. "Let me help," she offers timidly. One look between them and Hitomi understands what exactly she's offering to help her out with. You're the one left behind in not understanding it, but it all makes sense when Nako's lips connect with Hitomi's mouth.

You're stunned; Hitomi spits the rest of your cum down Nako's mouth, and the girl gladly accepts, swallowing with a sensual hum. Their hands run over each other's bodies, touching the perfect places for the other to let out a moan of gratification. Nako sucks on Hitomi's tongue, clearing it of any excess cum. Your best friend giggles, and lets Nako circle her open rounded mouth, invitingly relaxing her jaw.

Now you're the one third-wheeling. But this time, you don't complain. Who would, when two cute Japanese girls are making out hotly and touching each other in front of them? Their kisses are a mere ploy to get you worked up, you know that, but there's the occasional slip of true admiration in Nako's kisses down Hitomi's neck. The latter's hand rubbing Nako's thighs gently and lovingly doesn't seem to be artificial.

Their kissing stops momentarily. Hitomi's peachy smile is back. "Was that good, Nako-san?" she inquires.

"Y-yes," says the breathless small girl, nodding. "Thanks for helping me swallow oppa's cum. You still want to play?"

"Of course."

"What about you, oppa?"

"I'm up for it," you say. Point down to your dick, which remains erect, but none get the pun. You sigh; that's another L for Jo Haram, you guess.

Their cute smiles make up for your disappointment. They're happy you still want to play. The whole thing is moving too fast, and they didn't expect for you to actually be okay with the pace.

"Whose turn is it?"

"Nako," responds Hitomi.

"Okay, uh... truth or dare?"

Nako's eyes sparkle. "Dare."

"I dare you to sit on oppa's face," announces Hitomi loudly.

You're once again surprised. You haven't even talked over what dare to give Nako! But you welcome it; you've been eyeing her round thighs for the whole sleepover.

Nako looks nervous. She's afraid that her weight might crush you, but you doubt that it would actually happen. She's too small to hurt anyone, unless she did a wrestle squat on your face. But she's not even going to do that; all she has to do is sit on your face and let you do the work.

Nako stands over you. Here, you're given a better view of her pussy. Her lips are fat and slick, while the hole is so tiny that even your pinky finger inside it would hurt her. But the tongue is less solid, isn't it? It won't hurt that much.

Nako shyly spreads her legs. And talk about beautiful; her toned yet thick thighs frame the slick little cunt perfectly. Every beauty of her flawless body fits aesthetically together. Her round bottom is another thing you wouldn't mind having on your face, but that can go for another time.

She descends. Your mouth slacks.

"Hnnn... ohhh..." The softest moans fight past Yabuki Nako's lips. Your tongue is a sensation she never expected to feel this good. The pornstars in those websites looked utterly in bliss, rocking against the mouth of the one they are seated upon as if possessed, and she now sees why.

There's still fresh cum from Nako's last orgasm. Of course, you lap it all up, the gentleman you are. Her legs quiver at the new feeling. She's so unprepared for each lick, although the frequency of their occurences increase. It's one thing her small body can't adapt to.

However, it feels good. Really, really good.

"Nako-san!" Hitomi calls sweetly. She takes the nervous girl's hands and rubs them comfortingly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, y- yes! " Nako's thighs tense around your head. Slap them twice as if they were pillows. "I just don't want to hurt him!"

"You're not gonna hurt him. Just relax. Sit on his face properly. I bet he'd like that, wouldn't you, Haram?"

Oh, you would. She tastes so damn delicious. But aiming to lick at her hole is difficult when her crotch still hovers over your face.

She whines. "You have to help me, Hiichan!"

"I will, don't worry!"

Hitomi clasps Nako's wide baby-making hips and pushes her down on your face. At the same time, your tongue slips wholly into Nako's slit. The gasp she lets out makes you and Hitomi worked up. She squirms a little as your tongue begins to work into her hole languidly. Her walls nervously squeeze and relax on your tongue, not sure if they should fully grasp it or let it wiggle around on its own.

"Good!" Hitomi praises, kissing her on the lips. "Now you have to ride his tongue. Don't be afraid to move around."

"Hmm, hmph, ahhh!"

A moan accompanies her bounces. Nako's blinded by the pleasure from Hitomi quickly guiding her hips to and fro. Your tongue slides across all the right places: her sensitive labia, glistening clit, and contracting hole. Your tongue is working too fast inside her, as if all it ever wanted is to clean every drop of juice there is inside her. But no matter how much you lick to tidy her up, she gets even more turned on, thus making more juices gush into your lips.

You barely have any time to breathe. When Hitomi pulls Nako forward, there's barely an interval since she is pushed right back onto your tongue. She must have learned from Bae Yoonjung to be this strict of a teacher. It's only good that Nako's such an enthusiastic student.

Hitomi pulls Nako's white top over her curvy back. The piece of clothing ends up on the floor. "Can I suck on these big titties, Nako-san?" Her voice loses not her cheerful, announcer-like tone.

"Yes, please!" Now Nako's hips move on their own accord. She's finding her pace now, thanks to your best friend's patient and friendly instruction. It's fuelled more by the latch of Hitomi's mouth on her breasts. From there, the force matches a hurricane. Now, you can't breathe at all.

"Mmm!" Hitomi enjoys her feast on Nako's breasts. Their nipples are just so pretty, especially when they're erect. Their size is just barely noticeable since they're stacked on a small body. Even you only notice their beauty now that they bounce in front of Hitomi. "You alright there, Haram?"

Give her a thumbs-up. Yes, you're smothered by Nako's pussy and ass gyrating on your face. Yes, you can't breathe at all, and yes, you're completely fine. You even grab onto Nako's waist to guarantee a taste of her asshole as well. The taste test is only momentarily done, but Nako's back arcs beautifully, and her moans start to become deafening. Thank God for her thighs!

But you aren't sure if you're fine anymore when Hitomi mounts you. Fuck, she's a tight fit! She's light enough for her to not be that much of a burden on your waist, but the power in her tiny body shows in the way she bounces on your cock. What's even more hot is that she's so tiny, your dick bulges on her stomach.

"Oh, fuck, Haram!" she cries out. She's not as small as Nako, but she already feels too tiny for your cock. The size is wrecking her insides.

"Mmm, is it good? Please tell me, Hiichan!"

Hitomi starts off slow yet strong. She slams herself on your cock, but doesn't go too fast. All her sexual experience proves to be too little for her cunt to take your cock. Her eyes flicker. "It—it feels so big inside me," she says in between breaths. "I can feel it on my stomach, see?"

The curious student looks down, and discovers what Hitomi is speaking of herself. Your erection pokes her stomach over and over. You always manage to reach her womb. "F-fuck," Nako whispers. "That's so hot... I want to try, too, please? After he finishes?"

"Sure thing. Just enjoy his mouth first, okay?"

Nako heeds her advice. She is still a bit hesitant, but she has to admit that your mouth feels really good. The muscle just fucks her cunt so perfectly. It's the ideal "introduction" to sex for a first-timer like her, because it's not too big for it to be too much, nor is it too hard for it to hurt. No, it's as fluid as the juices she releases. It plays with her clit and suckles it sometimes, but also makes sure to pleasure the inner spots her fingers can't even reach themselves.

And then there's Hitomi. She's another blissful factor in this experience. Her breasts are admittedly not that big, but the unbuttoned bottom of her pajama shirt shows her toned, tiny stomach. Sometimes, the fabric also bounces to signal the strength of her riding. Her labored pants are beautiful, making her clit twitch whenever there's just the perfect cry in her breath. Oh, and her reactions to the pleasure: head thrown back, eyes in pleasured crescent-moons... Nako can just cum watching Hitomi ride you.

Their hands tangle together and their need grows stronger. Nako's ass ripples on your face. Hitomi's pussy gets even tighter. Watching each other's blissful reactions just pushes them to kiss.

Pleasured moans start to come out from their colliding lips. Nako's hand slaps her friend's ass, and in turn, Hitomi rubs Nako's clit. Both of their sexes spasm wildly, wrapping around your two appendages with the intention to make you cum.

And of course, to get themselves off.

It's not hard to do that. Your tongue already found a rhythm in Nako's cunt. Your cock has shaped Hitomi's tightness to your girth. So when you start to put in some of your own force, the two girls gasp loudly. They like it. They love the way you're handling them. Hitomi leans over to spread Nako's cheeks so you can have more than a taste of her asshole. Nako's already content with you eating out her cunt, but that's a completely new sensation, one she had no idea she would like that much.

"So good, so good, fuck! " She buries her face in Hitomi's neck. To return the favor, she works on Hitomi's clit. A few upwards and sidewards thumbs, and the girl's mumbling senselessly already. Both of their voices share a cute pitch that blend orgasmically together. If only you could hear their pretty moans more.

Remember that you can. Begin to fuck Hitomi's hole from below, driving your hips to bounce her little figure on top of you. You're bigger than any toy she's put inside of herself. Hitomi wails, grabbing onto Nako again to engage in a deep kiss. Their hands slide over their breasts, curves, and sides, adding little stimulants to get them closer to their high. It's a good thing you're already high enough; with the way Hitomi's tight body is riding you, you can cum anytime now.

So you go all out. Eat Nako's cunt and ass as if she were a feast set only for you, even though Hitomi likes to get a few licks sometimes. Grab the other woman's hips while she seizes your torso to ride, too. It's all tongue and cock and fingers—you're merely three bodies seeking carnal pleasure, something that's about to come very soon.

Very, very soon.

"Fuck, yes, kiss me..." Nako tilts her neck so more of Hitomi's delicious lips pepper her skin. Each one makes her feel so hot, in addition to your tongue pleasuring her. "He's eating me out so well! I think I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum, Hiichan!"

"I am, too," cries out Hitomi. The tandem of the bounces become too much for even a girl like her to handle. She kneads Nako's round breasts and pinches their nipples to cope with it. The girl's breath hitches and rises. "Cum for me, oppa-ya! Cum for me, Nako! "

There's another eruption. Nako mewls and cries, Hitomi screams and writhes. Their cute faces make such perfect ahegaos as you burst inside the wet little hole. Nako's pussy quivers on your mouth, and you forget to breathe for a while. It's like you learned not to through the course of her riding your face.

The pressure is gone. Nako has slowly and weakly fallen to the side. Hitomi slumps over your body. Just like you, they're quite tired. And you think you dozed off for a second, but maybe that's just because of the heavy pressure of the lips on your chest humming a lullaby to sleep.

Hitomi rises first. The irrational earliness of college schedules have molded her into a quick and quiet sleeper. Fortunately for her, the whole day is free. There are no classes today. Not even extracurricular activities on the side.

She's too tired to get up. Besides, she's too comfortable sleeping on your toned body. She can see that you're half-awake, but just keeping your eyes closed for the sake of it. She doesn't blame you at all; those hours of the slumber party were wild.

She looks to the side. Nako is still semi-passed put on the floor. Even in her sleep, her bare breasts look beautiful. Her thighs are still accented with saliva and juices. She slightly reaches over to kiss her on the lips. For the first time, Nako's eyes open fully. Their gazes connect. They giggle softly.

"Good morning," says Nako softly.

Hitomi smiles. "It's only eleven PM, Nako-san. Were you so fucked out of your mind that you couldn't remember anything?"

Nako sits up slowly. Regarding Hitomi's question, it's actually the contrary. The nap has fully reenergized her body. She can even feel her legs now. But it's still fun to play around with Hitomi.

"If I am," she asks, levelling the girl with raised eyebrows, "what are you gonna do about it?"

"Dare you to fuck oppa in front of me," says Hitomi evilly, bright eyes shining with malice.

Nako is a little flustered. She hasn't done that before! This whole sex thing is completely new to her. She doesn't even put her fingers on herself besides rubbing her clit!

She nervously shrugs, trying to play off her fear as nonchalance. "I didn't even choose dare yet! I thought the game was over!"

"Look," says Hitomi tiredly. She just wants a good show right now, something to get off to. "If you want, you can just fuck him with your thighs. He loves them."

Nako looks down at her legs. "H-he does?" she asks innocently.

Hitomi nods. "Did you see the way he looked at them earlier? If you can't fuck him, at least pleasure his dick with your thighs."

Nako considers this briefly, but then shakes her head. "Nope, I want to fuck him."

"You sure? You can—"

"No, I do! If—if he consents, of course," she adds.

"Go crazy," you say, holding up a thumb. You heard all of their conversation, and would love to go crazy on their bodies again, but you're too tired to get up. "Ride me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want with me."

"Of course we will, Haram," says Hitomi. "But we need to get you hard again first."

She initiates, of course, knowing Nako is mostly inexperienced. She leans down to dribble copious amounts of saliva on your cock. Nako watches a little, then follows shortly after.

You hum happily. While Hitomi licks all sides of your cock, Nako gives your balls the pleasure they deserve. She sucks them gently, inhaling your musky scent, and sometimes dares to lick their circular shapes. Hitomi giggles when you lose control; it's too fun to watch, too fun to dwell on.

But they're much more entertaining. Two cute, innocent faces, meeting together to give your cock the best fuck in its short sex life. It's hard not to notice how Nako's lips are fuller, as they work their way on your base, and how she has a more mature face than Hitomi. Hitomi has cuter features, but she can be pretty seductive at times. She proves that with her lowered eyelids, the bite of her lower lip, and her tongue sensually doing its rounds about your cock.

Nako kisses your cock up to the tip. Hitomi goes south. Their tongues do a choreography as they pleasure your cock. Every pink inch is performed on, even the base. Nako licked and gave open-mouthed kisses on that part earlier, making you leak more than you like, but of course she sucks it all up. Despite her inexperience, she's still a good girl.

"Shit, I'm getting close—"

"Calm down," says Hitomi, laughing, as she immediately stops. "You're already hard enough. Nako's gonna ride you now."

Look at Nako for confirmation. But she's already straddling you. That's pretty much your go signal.

But you have to be sure. You don't want anything here to be forced. "Nako?" you ask. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She pulls your hands and puts them on her hips. She takes in a deep breath, then smiles serenely. "Yes," the small woman says. "Yes. I've wanted to do it ever since I first saw you."

There's an emotion in her voice that you can't place. You're sure it has something to do with the thing about seeing you for the first time. But then again, you can't remember the exact time she saw you when her cunt sees your cock enter its winking entrance. It's for the first time, too, but hopefully not the last.

You're sure the first time is more blissful on Nako's side again. She's so tense; her pussy hugs your cock anxiously, whether afraid to let go or afraid to let more of it in is unknown. She's slowly sinking down into the waters, and Hitomi's a careless passer-by. A sick passer-by, to be more exact, because who the fuck gets off to a drowning girl?

But those are all metaphors, (thankfully). Those are all silly little poems you make in your head. Your muse is Nako, her tight form, and her beautiful face. You take inspiration from the way she moves, moans, and sings out happy little pants, now that you're inside her.

She's a tighter fit than Hitomi, that's for sure. It's more difficult to move inside her, but you make do. Or rather, she does. You're lying down on the ground, just watching her bounce.

"You're doing good, Nako-san," Hitomi remarks. She's off to the side, slowly rubbing herself in hot, tight circles. She can't wait to see Nako's next move. "How does it feel?"

"It, it's so big," Nako whines. She does an experimental bounce and winces deliciously. Her walls are being parted by your staff so well.

Wet noises become louder. Hitomi sighs heavily. "Yes... yes, yes, what else?"

"It's fucking me so deep..."

Your cock plunges into the depths of Nako's vagina. Her puffy lips wrap around your head, yet it easily slips by. Nako watches it all with fascination. She learns that when she squeezez extra tight, she gets a blissful little grunt from you. She's a quick learner; she learns to squeeze down at the perfect times to get your precum leaking inside her. Turns out that Nako is as considerate as she is kind.

She lifts her ass high in the air and sits back down. You groan loudly. She does, too, but you're too wrapped up in seeing her tits bounce to hear her.

Nako places her hands on your sides and does another leap. Jesus fucking Christ, she's tight. You reach up to squeeze one of her tits. She hums appreciatively.

"...and it's like I, I can't prepare myself for it," continues the whimpering Nako. Her blissful expression drives on Hitomi's self-pleasuring. She pushes her breasts into your eager hands, watching you enter and exit her cavern. "He twitches inside me a lot. And it hits all the right places and... and..."

Nako fails to find her words. She does find the sweet pulsing of your cock inside her good, though, which is why she never stops bouncing. There's something so arousing about it all besides the immediate sex itself.

Is it because Nako is so small, she barely makes waves on your body when she descends down to your base?

Is it the way her voice is cute and whiny during the much appreciated seconds of her moaning?

Or perhaps it's in her face itself, for it's the face of a girl who stood up for you, defended you, and spoke not a bad word about the incident earlier?

You've always had a thing for innocently kind girls. Femme fatales are off-limits to you; they'd be your ideal type if you didn't act like a complete fool around them. Her mature yet adorable beauty is what you like, and that goes for both her body and heart.

But for tonight, it's physical. You squeeze the round flesh of her heart. Jerk your hips upwards to meet her leaps. Take in her beautiful expressions of sexual pleasure. You let her use your body as a hands-on visual aid for her first time, and pray that you're good enough for her to want a second session.

Several hours later, dawn breaks through the windows. The night has turned into day, yet the three of you have chosen to beat the sun in waking up. Since then, you've fucked Nako's tits and thighs, and took Hitomi from behind. All of you are sore and need a bit of rest.

But these are the days of your remaining youth. You don't want to miss a single second of it, not even for a much-needed sleep. What makes these days better is the fact that you have both girls in your arms. They huddle together with you as if you were their teddy bear.

"So, oppa." Nako kisses you again, tiredly. "Who was the last girl you fucked?"

"Didn't know we were still playing truth or dare." Laugh and kiss her, too. Do so as well to Hitomi's forehead. You're confident enough to tell the two of them now. "Miyawaki Sakura."

"Huh?" Nako asks as she looks at you with disbelief. "Same!"

"Me too!" Hitomi laughs. She and Nako high-five before they realize something.

"What?"

"What?" you ask, suddenly sitting up.

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mlmmetalhead · 2 years

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hiii can i pls get a scenario of like a big bad delinquent male reader standing up for jonathan and jonathan is scared that y/n will hurt him too but he's actually really chill andthey become friends, and them maybe more??;

Jonathan, the pretty boy.

Jonathan Byers X Male reader

CW: swearing, bullying, use of "queer" as an insult, smoking, reader is mentioned to be higher and more buff than Jonathan, cheesy ahh writing I've done at 4 am

He has already got used to be thrown insults at.

"Creep!"

Basically an everyday routine by now.

"Pervert!"

Wake up, go to school, hear gross words, go home.

"Queer!"

Day after day, how many times he didn't try to hide and skip in the bathroom. In fact, there, a new way of torture started: banging on the door, throwing wet toilet paper, looking under the door, and again, insults. He didn't even do anything to provoke them. In Hawkins High, you have to simply be a loner, to be chosen as a punching bag. Jonathan got tired of it. Every day. He dreamt of just staying at home sometimes.

It was one of those day, when everything seemed to be pushing him. When the oh so familiar words he didn't really care about anymore, started hurting again for some reason. But he couldn't do anything. He couldn't and he knew it. So what else was there left but just take it? Take every push, every punch, every insult... Just waiting. Waiting once it will all be over again, and he could get up and go home.

Jonathan closed his eyes, listening to the same words again and again, even starting to wish his bullies would think of something new, as he was getting bored of those same phrases over and over. That is, until he heard a new voice.

"Hey, get the fuck off him."

Everyone stopped at the same time, as if a switch went off.

"The hell dude? The police are coming or something?" - that's Tommy's voice, he's a total bastard, annoying as hell.

"No, but I am. Get. The fuck. Away. Bitch." - again, that new voice. Jonathan didn't recognize it, at least, he didn't think he did.

"Jeez, do you have a problem? Why so feisty?" - Tina. She's not actually doing anything, just standing around, laughing her ass off.

"Guys, that's L/N... If he's serious, we actually have to go, like, right now... Have you seen what he's done to Billy's face that one time?" - Vicki. She whispered that last part to the rest of the group.

After which, fast running and some phrases, unrelated to Jonathan could be heard, furthering away. He was abandoned, once more. Thrown out like a toy, once someone took it away from it's previous owners. And Byers had a feeling, the new owner's going to test out his new toy really soon...

His steps came closer, until he stopped, about ten inches away from Jonathan's head on the ground.

"You're alive?"

Jonathan nodded, biting his lip and nervously trying to cover his face up.

"You like lying around like this or what? Meditating?"

He heard a deep laugh above him. Jonathan opened up his eyes a little, being ready to shut them at any needed moment. He was met with a curious face above his, which had a sly smile and a cigarette in it's mouth.

"Ayy, you woke up! That's good."

Jonathan felt a pat on his shoulder, at which he flinched instinctively.

"Hey, relax, I don't enjoy beating people up, unlike some fuckers, who can't even take one person without a group..."

Byers made an attempt to stand up, and failed miserably, before being caught by the stranger he still was cautious of.

"Careful there... What's your name, eh, pretty boy?"

"Jonathan..."

"You have a last name, John?"

The stranger smiled, smoke coming out his mouth.

"Byers..."

"Good to know. I'm Y/N L/N. You may have heard some things, don't take them as gospel, really."

Jonathan thought about it for some time. He did remember some talks about a student with the same last name beating the shit out of Billy Hargrove on some party. And teachers talking about someone like that stealing something from the cafeteria...

Byers nodded, nervously looking around.

"Hey, it's alright. I promise I won't hurt you, okay, pretty boy? I only bite if someone bites me first. Or if... I'm asked to."

Y/N winked, making an unfamiliar feeling bloom in Jonathan's chest.

"So, Jonathan, wanna go somewhere? Like, to eat, or maybe just hang around the streets or some shit... I'm bored out of my mind, if I'm honest, and you seem like a bodyguard wouldn't hurt. What do you say? No pressure."

Sure. No pressure. This big, intimidating man, who just scared off his bullies with two sentences, is now being all friendly, asking to hangout, and saying, no pressure?!

So, of course Jonathan said yes.

And if he's being honest... He didn't regret it. Y/N turned out to be a surprisingly guy to talk to, once the fear wore off. They went to get some food, and then took a relaxing walk in the woods, talking about whatever. Y/N ended up driving Jonathan back to his house, and when Byers got undressed to go to sleep, he found a note in his back pocket.

"Sorry for scaring you, pretty boy. xoxo"

And a number written down.

Jonathan smiled and shoved the note under his pillow.

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"Jonathan, your boyfriend's here!" - Will shouted in the direction of his brothers room, moving out of Y/N's way, as he entered the house.

"I swear to god Will, if you don't stop calling him that!"

L/N chuckled, as his friend emerged from his room, rubbing his eyes and faintly smiling.

"Hey, Y/N... Where are we... We going somewhere?" - Jonathan looked up and down at his friend.

"I don't know. We can go somewhere if you want. I mean, you said Will's going to leave, so..."

"Yeah, I am. So you two can kiss all you want." - Will said as he took his backpack out his room, heading to the dood.

Y/N laughed again, as Jonathan covered his face in annoyance.

"Thanks for your permission, Will. Wouldn't have done it without."

So there they were, sitting in Jonathan's room, as Joy Division played softly. Y/N had his hands wrapped around Jonathan's figure lightly, the other boy's head on his shoulder.

"Thank you." - Byers's voiced echoed in the room lightly.

"What are you... talking about?"

"Thank you. For saving me then, for providing me emotional support... For making the bullying less intense now..."

"Nah, you'll thank me once it'll be completely over, Jonathan the pretty boy."

"Well, that's a new name."

"Couldn't decide which one to call you, so I chose both. Sounds chessy as hell, I know."

"It does, but y'know... That's why I like it."

Y/N laughed, ruffling Jonathan's hair up and giving him a quick peck on the lips. Jonathan froze, looking at the other boy wide-eyed. Only after he realised what he had done, L/N quickly stood up, grabbed his jacket and stammering out:

"Sorry I... I just remembered... I uh... Need to go."

He stormed out of Jonathan's room, his hands shaking a little when he tried to open the front door. Stumbling with the lock, he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. Y/N slowly turned around, only to be met by a pair of lips smashing into his. Wasting no time, Y/N reciprocated, lifting Jonathan up by the waist, pushing the kiss deeper. When they finally parted, Jonathan rested his forehead on Y/N's, feeling each others heavy breath on their lips.

"And thank you... For this, too... Y/N, the pretty boy."

#x male reader #x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers #Jonathan Byers X male reader #🍷 mlmmetalhead

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clevenhq · 1 month

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tutor!gale and in-need-of-tutor!john au repost with the new account🙏

John walks through to the library with his eyebrows pinched together and his eyes trained on the floor. He doesn't need to be tutored. He's still passing! Just not as well as his parents would like him to be.

The library is fairly empty. There's a few groups of students sitting together, either studying or just chatting quietly. A few others sit alone, on their phones or doing homework.

He's quite embarrassed to be here. A damn football player doesn't need tutoring!

John glances down at the email he has open on his phone. 'Gale will be sitting at one of the tables near the librarian's desk with some of your handed in work,' the message from his teacher reads. Begrudgingly, John stalks through the tall book shelves over to the front desk.

Honestly, he's expecting some tall, lanky guy with thick-rimmed glasses. Maybe braces to add to his stereotypical imagination.

When he rounds the corner, his eyes land on the only occupied table in that area. The guy is sitting with his head rested in his hand and looking down at what John can only presume is his past schoolwork.

John sighs through his nose before he walks closer to introduce himself. Only an hour and a half twice a week, he tells himself.

"Hi," John says awkwardly when he arrives at the table.

The guy looks up, and John's heart stops.

Where's the nerdy looking person that would get bullied in a movie? Why is he gorgeous?

He smiles at John. "You must be John. I'm your tutor, Gale Cleven." The guy, Gale, reaches out his hand for John to shake.

His hair falls over his forehead to cover his eyes slightly. God, why does his tutor have to be so damn beautiful? Now he can't skip sessions.

“Take a seat,” Gale says while looking back down at the paper. John probably half-assed it. Quite embarrassing given his current position. “I’ll give you a general idea of what we’ll do once I finish looking over this.”

John sits in the chair across from Gale. He watches his tutor for a moment. The way he holds the corner of the sheet up from the table; why are his hands so… good looking? Is John allowed to think that?

Awkwardly, after Gale glances up at him, John pulls his phone out of his pocket. He tries to look busy for the long two minutes that Gale takes to finish up. The settings app is very interesting.

“Okay, John,” Gale starts. He catches John’s attention immediately, not that he was deep into his phone. “I think that we should start with something that you’re not doing the greatest in, but not your absolute worst. I don’t want to overwhelm you by starting immediately with a class that you struggled in, like…” he pulls a different paper in front of him, “calc-twenty.”

All John can do is nod, even a little dumbly. He understands every word coming out of Gale’s mouth, he just isn’t doing the best with comprehension right now.

“All right! I do tutor other students in all grades, but I still would like to know what days are best for you.” The way Gale’s stare is unwavering and patient makes John nervous for a whole new reason.

John looks down at the gray table, trying to remember his schedule. “Um… I have football practice on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. If you don’t mind anything after six, I guess those days could work too.”

Gale nods at him. “Hm. Where would you prefer our sessions to be? In a public setting, like this library, or something more private?”

Christ, this guy thinks of everything. “I mean, I don’t really care? The library works just fine.”

“Okay. I was just asking because sometimes people are self-conscious about the fact that they need tutoring and don’t particularly enjoy people being able to see, you know?”

That’s a very good reason. John can handle others glancing his way when he’s studying. They might even think that he’s lucky enough to just be hanging out with this gorgeous man. This gorgeous man with a very familiar face, now that John thinks about it.

“Hey, I’ve seen you somewhere. Are you on any teams or in clubs?”

Gale looks him in the eyes. “I’m the student body president.” Well, John feels stupid now.

“Ah, makes sense. I always remember pretty faces.” John clams his mouth shut. He doesn’t mean to blurt that last part. Holy shit.

His tutor opens and closes his mouth before answering, “I tend to remember similar things too, Mister Egan.” He smiles at him, then continues like it was nothing. “I can meet you here in the library around this spot on… Wednesdays at six-thirty and Tuesdays right after school, if that works with you.”

John doesn’t know how he did that. His heart is jack-rabbiting in his chest. Just barely, John manages, “Yeah.”

Gale’s pleasant smile shifts just slightly, into a sly smirk. “I’ll give you my number, that way you can tell me if you can’t make it or need help when you’re studying by yourself.” He pulls his phone out of his hoodie pocket.

A deep breath. “Okay, yeah.”

John leaves the library an hour and twenty-one minutes later with confidence in his academic abilities, and the number of a cute boy in his phone.

—

“No, Curt, I’m telling you! I was so pissed about having a tutor until I saw him!” John argues his case, which Curt seems to have given up on denying a while ago.

“Yeah, you’ve said it a few times now. This guy’s got pretty privilege and now you’re gay. What’s his name anyway?” Curt asks boredly. He sounds like he’s about to hang up if John says another word of ‘how hot my tutor is!’

“Gale. I didn’t get his last name—”

“Gale? Gale ‘the student body president’ Cleven?” His voice sounds absolutely astonished and amused.

“Well, yeah. He mentioned that he's on the student council,” John mumbles, feeling very much made fun of.

“Jesus, John, he’s practically got a whole fan club. That and he’s never put any of his focus into a relationship. Good luck with this one.” Curt’s unashamedly laughing at John now.

He has the gull to scoff, ready to defend his point again. Gale should have a fan club, he’s smart, kind, considerate, probably funny, and attractive. The whole package, honestly. So much for having a breakdown over finding out he wants to bed a man. Sure, he’s found men attractive, but no man like Gale has entered his life before.

“Please, stop thinking about your boyfriend naked. I’d like to hear you being sane and not completely delusional,” Curt’s voice came from his phone speakers, pulling John from his thoughts.

“I am not—”

John can practically hear Curt’s eye roll. “Whatever you want to tell yourself, then. We all know the truth. Johnny-boy is in love with the student body president! As basically half the student population is! You really never can be the original, can you?”

this is more extended from the one i originally posted!!

#buck x bucky #my writing #clegan #high school au #mota #hs au #masters of the air #mota fanfic #gale buck cleven #john bucky egan #curtis biddick #clevenhqfic

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kevcanwait · 17 days

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A big, long ass, brain shit paragraph that I needed to get down cause it's 5:50, I haven't been to sleep yet, and I didn't want to forget this. Originally didn't have a member planned but Seungmin just spoke to me in a way cause...well, it Seungmin. He's savage. He calls Chan old a lot. He's in the building. (sorry, I'm delirious, I need sleep 😭) [In the process of becoming a fic]

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Mn being a professor who is known as being really nice and helpful and sometimes like a second parent to some students and just has overall good rep among the school but there's one student. One student that almost makes his job a living hell. Almost because he has almost 100 students in his lecture hall for his classes and they're all surprisingly fantastic and good to work with but there's one who, in his words, is a fucking brat that drives him up a wall. Kim Seungmin. Pushing his buttons, not doing his work, interrupting class, he even suspended him for a month when he caught him having relations with another student at HIS DESK. IN HIS CLASSROOM. He wanted to expel him but he put his "Goody toe shoes" act on and only got a month. When he came back, he started where he left off. Annoying the hell out of Mn. He's talked to other teachers, he's the only one he does it too. His class is the only one Seungmin is failing. When Mn held Seungmin back after class, he's surprised the student actually stayed behind. He asked him why he does what he does and to put it bluntly, Seungmin says it's because he loves seeing Mn agitated. He leans back on Mn's desk, watching how Mn's arms cross and his biceps bulge through the button down before looking straight into his eyes, eyes adorned with brow line glasses which he found made Mn look hotter. He says he loves the way his jaw sets and his tongue prods at his cheek after every snarky word that comes out of his mouth. He loves the annoyed, angry look in his eye whenever he throws a ball of paper at him or when he casually tells Mn that he didn't do the work again cause he didn't want to. He loves the way Mn yells at him when he's either talking during the lesson or he's being obnoxious. He says he finds Mn hot and decided to dive deeper, saying that he needs to be taught a lesson. Mn doesn't fall for it, threatening to get him expelled this time but Seungmin bites back, saying that Mn has weak game and Mn steps forward, hand reaching out to the students neck but he stops, hand closing into a fist as he steps back and Seungmin smirks, got him right where he wanted him as he grabs his wrist, yanking his professors hand back to his throat before pushing forward and kissing Mn, tongue tangling with his immediately as he tried to dominate but Mn gave in and took him down quickly, tightening his grip a little and Seungmin moans, one hand on Mn's wrist and the other trying to pull him closer. Mn pulls back, smirking when the other kept his mouth open and moans shamelessly when his grip loosens around his neck. Mn scoffs, pulling him closer by his neck as Seungmin whimpers, looking at him with wide puppy eyes clouded in lust but still holding a bratty attitude as he switched back and chuckles, asking what Mn is going to do and Mn smiles darkly in return, telling him that maybe it's time to train his disobedient puppy how to be nice and behaved. It the only lesson from Mn Seungmin has ever listened to since being in his class.

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Um....Kinda wanna make this into a proper fic. Thinking about changing it to a different member because I'm now realizing that even though I haven't written for Seungmin alone yet, there's an odd feeling I can't quite place about writing smut with Seungmin.

What do y'all think about this idea? Stick with Seungmin or write it with different member? honestly, I can do either. The odd feeling is probably just cause I haven't written anything with Seungmin.

Feedback is appreciated as always :P

#random #stray kids #straykids #stray kids x male reader #kim seungmin x male reader #kim seungmin

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angel-in-shibari · 3 months

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Lune and Dawn

Episode 1: Punishment

Lune and Dawn is a new series of stories starting two characters. Lune is nonbinary and a lesbian and uses they/them. Dawn is a lesbian and uses she/her. I plan to write both of them in many different scenarios with no overarching plot. sometimes they're a married couple, sometimes they're coworkers, sometimes they're a professor and student. I can't wait to write more. I hope you enjoy...

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"Position one"

As soon as Dawn heard the words, she instantly dropped to her knees. Her and her dom, Lune, have been practicing this for a few days. Dawn has several different positions she’s meant to take as soon as Lune says the phrase.

She kneels down, hands flat against her thighs, head in a slight bow. She’s not allowed to look at them, unless they tell her to. She learned that the hard way. The bright pink mark on her cheek was proof of that.

"Such a good girl" Lune says with their sweet loving voice

The praise made Dawn’s heart flutter. These past few months with her dom have been amazing. She fell in love with them so hard, and desperately wanted to make them happy. Even if the things that make them happy are a bit weird to her.

Sure it's a bit strange to be someone's obedient little dog. But Dawn doesn't mind much. Lune helps take all the bad thoughts out of her head. The only thing she had to worry about is being loyal to them.

"Position two"

Bending down, she supported her body on all fours and arched her back to raise her ass in the air. She kept her head down, yet she could hear Lune’s footsteps as they walked behind her. Dawn just knew they stared at her naked ass. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t turned on by it.

She wanted to be stared at. She wanted to be objectified. It's not like she even had a choice. Every single inch of her body belonged to Lune. And she loved it.

"Good puppy"

Dawn felt a hand rub against her wet cunt. She shivered, unprepared for the sudden touch. A tiny moan escaped her lips as they inserted a single finger.

"Oh, does this feel good?"

“Yes Sir, it does,” Dawn whimpers. “Thank you, Sir”

"Aww. You're so pathetic. It's kind of adorable." Lune laughs as they pull their hand away.

They stepped back around Dawn and lowered their hand in front of her face.

"Lick!"

Without objection, she took their wet fingers in her mouth and tasted her salty juices on their hand. This was disgusting. This was humiliating. Dawn was not allowed to complain for fear of punishment. And she loved it.

"That’s enough” commanded Lune as they pulled their hand back. “Position three"

Dawn stretched her arms forward, and brought her entire body to the ground. Only her ass remained in the air. She dreaded what came next, but also secretly enjoyed it.

Face buried in the carpet, Dawn couldn’t look at her dom even if she wanted to. All she could do was wait and anticipate what they would do to her.

The wait was almost unbearable. Dawn was beginning to wonder what was taking so long. But she refused to look up. They would only punish her even harder if she did. So she sat back, and waited obediently and patiently until…

THWACK

The hard impact of a flogger hit Dawn right on her ass. Lune always had a strong hand. The spank instantly had Dawn crying out.

“Ahhhhhhh!!! Fuck! I’m sorry, Sir! Whatever I did, I'm sorry!”

THWACK

“AAAHHHH!!! Please!! I’m sorry, sir! No more, please!”

“And why should I stop? You don’t even know what you're apologizing for!” Lune was extremely sadistic when it came to punishments. Still, they loved every single part of their submissive… especially her screams.

THWACK

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! I’m sorry! You’re right, I don’t know! I don’t know why I’m being punished! But whatever I did, I apologize!” Dawn started to cry.

“Aww, you poor thing. You really expect me to believe that? How can you be sorry for something if you don’t even know what you did?”

THWACK

Dawn screamed again. “I’m sorry, Sir!”

“I want you to try and guess why you’re being punished” Lune whispered in their ear.

THWACK

“I didn’t make coffee for you last Thursday?”

THWACK

“I forgot to address you as ‘Sir’ one time this afternoon?”

THWACK

“I touched myself in the bathroom last night after you went to sleep?”

THWACK

Lune chuckled “Nope, all wrong. Well, except for that last one. I wasn’t aware of that.”

“Then what did I do? Please, Sir! It hurts so much!” Dawn’s tears streamed down her face.

Lune grabbed a fistful of Dawn’s hair and gently pulled her head up so they could see her pathetic tear-covered face.

“My Sunshine, haven’t you considered the possibility that I’m simply punishing you for no reason at all? You’ve been so good lately, I’m worried you’ll forget where you truly belong.”

Their words made Dawn shiver. She stared into her sadistic hungry eyes. They wanted to punish her… just because? That wasn’t fair! But Dawn knew there was no sense arguing with Lune. Arguing would only make them more upset.

“Yes, Sir. I understand. Thank you for flogging me, Sir.”

“Awww, such a good girl.” Lune kissed Dawn on her forehead, before letting go of her hair and letting her head drop back onto the carpet.

This was their dynamic. This was how their relationship worked. Lune didn’t do anything to Dawn that they didn’t think they deserved. And they definitely believed that she deserved to be flogged tonight, simply for no reason at all. But now, she also had a reason.

“Now… about what you said… you touched yourself last night? Without telling me?”

Dawn shuttered as she realized her mistake. But it was already too late. Begging for forgiveness would be pointless now. Her only choice was to brace herself for the coming impact. After all, she deserved this.

THWACK

#dosnsft #//my writing #Lune and Dawn #🌙+☀️

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andrastesgrace · 10 months

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Mara Jade + tooka cats

There are two Luke Skywalkers.

The farmboy-turned-flyboy in him is a crack shot, can diagnose a problem with her ship faster than any mechanic in the core, and is wickedly funny, when he wants to be. When he remembers he can be.

The Jedi, though - the one who is allergic to colors and smiling, the one who has apparently forgotten that he isn't even thirty years old yet - is a gifted mediator, a skilled warrior, and much to Mara's eternal annoyance, usually right.

He's also a little shit. She'd almost jumped out of her skin last week in her Coruscant docking bay when he just. Appeared. Behind her. Wearing that stupid passive expression and looking at her expectantly, as though she shouldn't have sworn in three languages and nearly sliced him in half with his own father's lightsaber.

"If only someone were willing to train you," he said with a completely straight face. "You might've seen that coming."

Mara called him a bastard, then, and he grinned. She threw a spanner at his head for good measure, but he just stepped aside and asked her if she was hungry.

They ate ribenes from a cart in the lower city, and didn't talk about his thinly veiled request.

He asks less, now, and she's not sure if she's relieved or disappointed. Since the beginning, he's always asked, even back when she wasn't sure if she still wanted to kill him or not. But now, as then, she's wary. Not of him, not really. She's run through every scenario in her head, and she doesn't really think he'd ever truly become a danger. But he also doesn't want to listen to her, either, when she suggests that perhaps, some Jedi teachings of the past should stay in the past.

Deep down, there's something that makes her uncomfortable about the way he can just. Switch off his entire personality like the press of a button. He would never hurt her, but sometimes he isn't him.

So instead of becoming his student, she devotes her time to becoming a pain in his ass. Annoying him is the quickest way to shake him out of it. At first it's just little things - mispronouncing the names of famous podracers, putting pepper in his tea, and once, conspiring with R2-D2 to play nothing but Nemoidian showtunes everywhere he went.

"You're doing this on purpose," he says blithely one afternoon, and she looks at him with an innocent. "Who me?" in her expression. After a while, she needs more ammunition. She means to ask Solo, but when she hunts down the office he never uses in the New Republic's shiny new military complex, Leia is there instead. "Tooka cats," says Leia after she explains her mission.

"Tooka cats?" "He can't even look at them without laughing," The corners of her lips turn up in a half-smile. "Something about the eyes." *** "Are you proud of yourself?" he says when she sees him later, the grin still lingering in his eyes as he lets himself onto the Jade's Fire.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She does. She watched it on the holos, the emergency channel on his datapad pinging as he stood in the background of some very important New Republic something-or-other. The first time, he managed to keep a straight face, but only just. But she didn't just have one. She wasn't an amateur. All in all, she sent him about thirty of the most ridiculous pictures of tooka cats that she could possibly find. They were naturally funny looking creatures - a little too creepy for her taste, with their beady eyes and claws, but something about them made Skywalker take one look at them and forget he was a Jedi at all. The sight of him bursting into giggles on live broadcast while Mon Mothma was trying to give a Very Important Speech is going to keep her going for *years.*

"You're a menace," he says, dropping down next to her where she's examining her ship's tractor beam manifold. Thing's been malfunctioning for months.

"I'm a delight."

Skywalker is quiet for a moment. His bright blue eyes catch on the faulty wiring she's been attempting to finagle into working order since she landed here, and he absently grabs a spanner and begins tinkering.

This close, she doesn't have to reach to feel the shifting current of his emotions. "You are," he says softly. A few twists of his hand and a couple of button presses, and the tractor beam's diagnostics panel is all green. Showoff. "I wish you'd let me train you," he says finally, setting the spanner down beside him. There are no accusation in the words, but she feels the lingering merriment in the Force give way to a dull loneliness. Mara knows why he keeps asking, and it's not because she's any great Jedi talent. She's...fine at it, she supposes, but Skywalker is asking for one thing when he needs another. "I'd be an awful student," she says finally, bumping her shoulder with his, and he gives her his own version of Leia's half-smile . "But I guess I should probably make sure you aren't dead from time to time." He chuckles, and shakes his head. "Yeah, you're my best friend, too."

#fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars fanfic #Luke Skywalker/Mara Jade #luke/mara #mara jade #as it turns out #more than 20 years later #I am still LukexMara trash

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No but imagine this, dottore with an s/o or crush that was nice and friendly with him during his academia days that he grow so attached to them he became obsessed 👁👁 bonus points if when they meet again years after graduation (in his case getting kicked out lmao) but they no longer view him in a positive light that it becomes enemies to lovers(?) with dottore being a full on yandere

IDK there's just something so satisfying with the trope of mf who's willing to burn down the whole world for their darling while darling either hardly notices them or is oblivious 😭😭😭 especially this trope with the fatui 🤭

A 1000x yes to this😭 also the trop of a villain who's ready to burn down the whole world for you is one of my absolute all time favorites <3

gn!reader, yandere!dottore, mention of a panic attack, a tiny bit of cursing and violence but really nothing major

ok so i think it's canon that dottore while still studying at sumeru academia was terribly bullied and called a heretic? so i imagine that his darling was a star student, very well liked among both peers and teachers and as a side hustle/hobby has been researching about khaen'riah but that's for later

so when they were walking at night around the school grounds they saw someone getting pushed and cursed at and darling being curious went over to investigate and saw a young man getting beaten up by three much bigger men

after interrupting the petty squabble by threatening with calling for a teacher and being called a 'bitter bitch' you help the sage haired man up and ask if everything is okay.

the first thing you notice about him besides his hair color are the rows of razor sharp, shark-like teeth that he clenches, from pain perhaps? he did take some pretty strong punches, moreover he's not the biggest around.

your worry from dottore's point of view was pointless and annoying, a pain in the ass, really. besides come on, just how much more cliche it can get? the star student of sumeru academia, the up and coming researcher who will certainly 'shake the world of scholars' and come up with something that never-well, you get the gist; he really thought that what were you doing here was some pathetic attempt at a lousy pity party to gain *good person* points from teachers and peers so he rudely brushed you off with a sneer and a cold 'piss off brat', and that was the end of it.

but oh how mistaken he was. here he was, a few weeks later, sitting with you in the ancient academia library, listening intently to your recent research about ruin guards. what? can't he listen to someone finally making sense in a place that supposedly was to be filled with the most knowledgeable people? and the fact that you were so...nice to him? was a very pleasant change in pace with all the dirty looks he got from everyone.

you never looked at him in disgust. you never sneered at him when he told you about the various experiment he'd perform with what limited resources he had. you never berated him or called him insane, a disgrace to the arts of magic and scholarship. you...you were something else, something that somehow managed to move the stone cold void that was his heart.

so he started to observe and learn. dottore knew that although you two were friendly enough as it is, direct approach could scare you off. he wasn't stupid, he knew that if he outright told you 'i'm obsessed with you and sometimes i feel like ripping my heart out and giving it to you on a silver plate if that was what you'd wish for'. he watched you almost every second of your day; studying, attending lectures, laughing with your silly little 'friends'.

speaking of which, he found that your classmates irritated him terribly, especially when some of them would stand so disgustingly close to you it made dottore's skin crawl with barely concealed fury. but could he afford making a rookie mistake and made your frinds dissapear one by one? no, no he unfortunately couldn't. he had to maintain status quo if he wanted to get even closer to you, his love. everything would turn out just fine.

well it was going just fine until he got kicked out of the academia for 'performing heretical acts of indescribable cruelty'. cruelty his fucking ass. in short, after a few months of observing you and getting even closer, he overheard some boy talking with his friend about wanting to confess to you and he saw red. sharp teeth clenched almost painfully, red eyes blazing with anger and hatred as his fingers tangled into his blue-green hair and tore at his hair.

'no no no this can't be happening' dottore heaved, breaths coming out in quick panicked puffs, he felt his chest contracting painfully. no no, he can't loose you like this, he just can't. he's well aware of his reputation, both in the academia and probably in this whole god-forsaken country. you'd surely reject him, leave him for some goody-two-shoes and live your happy ever after, far away from a abomination like him, dottore.

the only thing that tore the man out of his self-destructing thoughts was an idea. something so simple yet so lasting and effective that he felt plain stupid for not coming up with it earlier. he'd simply kill that little pest. yeah, kill the golden boy and the problem will solve itself, besides his research concerning the creation of the perfect enhanced human was almost complete, all he needed was a live subject, what could go wrong?

well, as it turned out-everything. anger and jealousy clouded his logical mind and made some rookie mistakes that ultimately led to teachers and guards find his secret makeshift laboratory and the gory mess of the student, or at least what remained of him.

so dottore made the only logical choice and ran as fast and as far as he could from the guards. his only regret was not to be able to see you one last time before his untimely departure. soon after he met the lord harbinger the jester who offered him basically unlimited research opportunities if he agrees to create an enhanced human that could withstand a god, and well, as they say-the rest was history.

yet he was completely unaware of the tears you shed of many nights to come, crying quietly for the man you came to love and lost so quickly.

it wasn't until many many years later that dottore overheard some fatui agents talk about a known magician and khaen'rhia researcher, (y/n) (l/n). the man would lie if he said he didn't stop dead in his track, his genius brain almost overheating from that one simple sentence.

'so you're alive and well, huh my dove. it looks like destiny is on our side after all. don't worry, i'll make your stay extra enjoyable, just you wait my sweet~'

#hhhhhh this took me an ungodly amount of time to write #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #fatui x reader #genshin impact fatui #dottore x reader #genshin impact dottore

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ragecndybars · 1 year

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Persona 3 characters who do not interact but i think would have very fun and interesting dynamics if they did:

Minato + Rio. autism gang. both of them are bad with relationships/social cues, so people can think of them as rude, but they're just blunt and say what they mean, so they would get along swimmingly. they also both have dry senses of humor and would tease each other a lot i think. also Rio would call Minato out for being a bit of a pushover, and Minato would be able to tell Rio when she's being a little pushy without being an ass about it. it's a mutually beneficial relationship. even when they aren't both just complaining about weird social conventions.

Shinjiro + Chihiro. i've said before that i think Shinji doesn't end up graduating for two more years, which puts him in the same class as Chihiro. they would never interact under normal circumstances but he's a renowned delinquent and she's student council president so like. i feel like Chihiro keeps approaching him, sometimes to call him out for skipping, sometimes to offer help and such. he assumes Mitsuru put her up to it, but really she just has a strong sense of duty as student council president, even if she's also kind of scared of him at first. and after a few months of pestering, he finally has to admit to himself that he's kind of fond of her and genuinely respects her, whereas she has no trouble admitting that she's come to care about him as a friend, not just a random classmate, and also his dry remarks crack her up

Junpei + Maiko. honestly I want to see everyone interact with Maiko because she's perfect in every way, but i think Junpei in particular would get along great with her. he can't calm her down, but he can definitely cheer her up. he's good at indulging her without seeming put-upon. meanwhile, Maiko genuinely thinks he's cool, which does wonders for his ego. and as much as people might think otherwise, Junpei could really REALLY use an ego boost. having someone just like him and rely on him like a big brother would genuinely be great for him.

Theodore + Akinari. i genuinely think that i'm not capable of summarizing the incredible, life-altering conversation that they would have. give them sixty minutes on a bench together and they will uncover philosophical truths not even God understands.

Saori + Yukari. my ideas for their friendship are kind of incomprehensible but basically: both feel very isolated from their peers for different reasons, which leads to them acting somewhat distant and aloof. in Yukari's case, she has trouble relating to peoples' petty problems. this is both an issue of trauma and in my opinion some sense of judgment/superiority that Yukari feels. Saori, on the other hand, struggles to relate to other students because of her age, past, and upbringing. again, an issue of trauma compounded by her handling of the situation (where her becoming passive and something of a pushover just opens her up to harassment). but even though they're similar, Yukari is extremely popular and well-liked at Gekkoukan, whereas Saori is bullied to the extent that she can't even attend the Kyoto school trip. i think they wouldn't interact organically, but if they were to, they would clash at first. Yukari would be annoyed by Saori's passive attitude, whereas Saori would feel unfairly judged by her (and also somewhat jealous that Yukari is liked while she's bullied). but, at the same time, they could easily grow to understand each other, not just because of the surface level similarity of their situations, but because they both just feel disconnected from their peers and only really want to be treated well and have friends they can relate to. also, while i think Yukari might act judgmental of Saori, i also think she would stand up for Saori instantly the same way FeMC does, and would genuinely encourage Saori to do the same. and i think Saori could honestly be a mature and level-headed friend for Yukari who is able to have serious conversations with her beyond the petty conversations that she feels restricted to with other students. even if that includes telling Yukari that she's being a little judgmental. (yukari haters don't touch this post btw i will block on sight)

oops. babbled about saori-yukari friendship too long. my b. moving on.

FeMC + Kazushi. first of all they would get up to lots of shenanigans together. Kaz is a little gullible and Kotone would mess with him a lot, but they would also egg each other on in stupid fun dares, and they would be those friends who always have each others backs, y'know? on a more serious note, i think FeMC would be able to gently convince Kazushi to look after his own health first and foremost, without enabling him, in a way Minato lacks the delicate social touch for. and i also think Kaz would be a genuinely grounding presence for Kotone (because she sometimes needs someone there to say, uh, hey, hold on, i know it's all fun and games and stuff, but isn't the thing youre about to do like actually completely stupid).

Akihiko + Ryoji. yes yes hot springs escape scene, but genuinely think about it. Akihiko, in many ways, is the character who most strongly thematically represents stubborn resistance against death. his parents die, his sister dies, so he commits himself to becoming strong so that it will never happen again. but, of course, it's an impossible goal. people will always die. it doesn't matter how strong he becomes; that will never change. but he still finds his purpose in being a protector; he still finds meaning in this eternal, futile struggle. Ryoji is, at once, the very thing that Akihiko is so determined to stand against -- and he is also the only one who cannot fight. he is surrender. he has no choice but to surrender, since he will become the very thing that he wants to stop. and he encourages the others to give up as well, because he feels that a quiet death is the best that he can offer them. even when he tells he others how to fight back against Nyx, he himself simply wanders passively off to become Nyx. because he has no choice. in this, he and Akihiko are diametrically opposed. don't you want to see those two viewpoints, both from truly kind and empathetic people who want to protect others, clash? also Ryoji gives Akihiko very bad dating advice which Akihiko takes at face value and hijinks ensue. boom, gottem.

this kind of took a turn but hold on one more

Chidori + Mitsuru. superficially similar. red-eyed red-haired young women given powers and therefore responsibilities far beyond their age. but Mitsuru fully (and overzealously) embraced her newfound responsibilities while Chidori instead embraced apathy. Chidori is nihilistic and doesn't seem to form or even understand attachments to others, at least not easily, and doesn't seem to have much of a sense of duty or ethics, not even understanding others who do. all understandable, given her past and upbringing, mind you. Mitsuru, on the other hand, is first and foremost an optimist. she declares that there *must* be a way to make things right, and she decides it's her responsibility to do so, and forms a protective sort of bond with all the other members of SEES and a strong code of ethics. but in the end, both are very detached and isolated people who feel singled out due to their abilities and childhoods, and i think they could find companionship and understanding, and perhaps a broadening of their own horizons, in each other.

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GUYS!!

I was listening to Charlotte's ending (because, being honest, that anime has the most beautiful music in the story of anime and sometimes I just need to hear it again— damn it why does it have to have such a story) and I thought 'I wish there was a lcf crossover with og cale of this'. Which, great idea, actually.

So I started to daydream about it (instead of writing anything as the procrastinator that I am) and my first thought was that it has to be a sort of happier life, since the anime ended like that (specially for the Otosaka siblings, overall the Otosaka siblings). So my brain said "hey, why don't put the main cast in the Northeast families? Nao now has to deal with Eric's dorkness". So I went with it and tried to figure out 'which northeast family gets what charlotte character?'

I wanted to put Yuu in the Henituse family because the ending destroyed me, damn it, I want him to be happy. And his little sister— wait didn't they had an older sibling too? (I can't believe I forgot about Shunsuke ;∆; I'm so sorry. You were my fav)

Then I realized—

OG CALE AND SHUNSUKE ARE BASICALLY THE SAME FUCKING PERSON!

Protective older siblings? Check. Selfsacrifical bastards ready to throw themselves for their family? Check. A strange relationship with time? Check. Elegant warm smile that reaches the eyes? Check. Absolutely badass hidden character? Check. Charming as fuck? Also fucking check.

They both even have the same 'I hold the key to salvation you need' and 'I wnt back in time so they won't be doomed' roles!

So—

Nao, Joujirou, Yusa, Misa, and Kumagami (he's the guy who located people with powers in the map and he was Shunsuke's best friend. He matters to me, okay?) are all reborn in the northeast families. Nao is Eric's younger sister. Yusa and Misa are twins and Gilbert's pain in the ass. Koujirou, the poor bastard, is born in the Stan family and runs away at the first chance. Kumagami is Amiru's older sibling who owns a shop because Ubarr is a matriarchal family (fuck thanks) and he needs to pay his meals (he may or may not be going for his third life. And he may or may not be a certain someone).

And the Otosaka's? They're reincarnated as the Henituse siblings... who have no idea the others remember their past lives.

They do, however, know who the others were.

Lily is the first one to remember. It take her some time to put the pieces together and realize that her dreams are not just dreams. That said, she recognized Bassen immidiately. He's still as sweet with her as before and, although her oppa may not realize, he can be quite unhinged sometimes. (That's fine tho. Most of them are.)

She lasts more to recognize Cale. She and her orabeoni aren't so close, she doesn't know him that well. That's why it takes her some old blurred memories from when she barely could walk and a bad night to notice. Ayumi's Shunsuke and Lily's Cale are the same person. After that the soft spot her orabeoni has for them becomes so obvious to her that she has to ask herself if she was blind before. Scary? Trash? Pshh, orabeoni was the biggest softy in the world. Let alone people, he doesn't like harming bugs. He picks them up and puts them outside so the servants won't squash them. Why do people think he would hit anyone?

Bassen cringes at his past life choices. He can't believe he used to be so— so— irresponsible. How embarrasing.

He's kind of surprised and sad at how good student his brother was. Not because he didn't think he's smart enough, but because he didn't expect him to effort so much at it. And if he did before, why did he drop his studies this time? Knowing all what he does now, he has the feeling that it must be either something stupidly self-sacrifical or something really important he decided not to tell anyone.

Lily seems to him pretty much the same but with a liking for swords. Good. Luckily, this way she would be able to protect herself this time. And gosh, isn't he reliaved they don't have those powers this time? No more accidental collapsing buildings for her.

Cale is the last one to remember that life. He's also the only one to remember their future life and probably the only one who knows why they remembered. Just like he tends to do with most things, he doesn't tell anyone about it (except Kumagami) until it comes up in a conversation or it's needed. (Alberu is a little bit jealous about this. Why does that guy gets to know but not him? Aren't they close too? Does he not trust Alberu as much? Thankfully someone has the mind to tell him that that's just how they used to be. And also because Kumagami seems is, as far as they know, the only one of Shunsuke's circle of friends that came to this world with them.)

His siblings? Oh, he knew it instantly.

#no Alberu isn't a reincarnation #yes he still gets involved in this #kumaroksoo wants to throw hands with whoever wrote the tboah book #someone out there really saw his friend and thought 'yes. that's a minor villain'? wtf #first. if cale ever decided to turn to the evil side he wouldn't be a minor villain #he would be the big bad pulling the strings from behind #second. he's way too good to be a villain #so much he's sure that if he puts cale and jack in a room together #the room would be purified in less than a hour #Poor Bassen discovered his dark story and wants to erase it #Lily doesn't remember dying and everyone is fucking reliaved of that #lcf x charlotte crossover AU #no cale isn't going to get blind. stop hurting him #og!cale henituse #original cale henituse #og cale henituse #alberu crossman #og albecale #charlotte #yuu otosaka #ayumi otosaka #shunsuke otosaka

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enchantra35 · 1 year

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Reflections on V4 & V5 of RWBY by a first time watcher

(Lengthy post ahead)

Hi, it's be again, back on my bullshit. First of all, I'd like to say that I didn’t expect my first post to get that much attention LOL. I'd like to clarify (again) two points:

First, I agree with most people's explanations. I didn't mean to sound like I was accusing fans for not thinking that bumbleby would become canon. My intention was to point out to some earlier hints, and I realize now that I could have used some better phrasing. As I explained elsewhere, when rwby aired, I was too young to know anything about the state of queer representation in media at the time. Now of course I know better, although I never got to experience that kind of anxiety - at least, not to that extent. My second point is that I was mostly referring towards homophobes and incels who were trying to persuade shippers that bumbleby wasn't happening, and not to fans who couldn't be certain due to the overall circumstances.

With that said, the aim of this post is mainly to discuss some things I've noticed while watching volumes 4 & 5. There wasn't much I wished to comment on after finishing v4 as I found it very transitional, so I decided to do one unified post for both volumes, especially since someone suggested to watch these volumes as one. Let me now get to the main points I'd like to mention.

-Edit: I forgot one of the most important motifs imo; the moon. I noticed how each volume it looks bit by bit more ruined, showing how the world below is also falling it chaos and society as it is known is destroyed. Also, it's eventual (potential) complete destruction will make the nights darker, symbolizing the triumph of evil. I love subtle details like that.

- Ozpin's and Crow's dynamic really reminds me of Dumbledore and Snape. Ozpin in particular reminds me very much of Dumbledore - and I definitely don't mean that as a good thing. Although he clearly has good intentions and he's a "good guy" per se, sometimes it feels like he's using his students as sacrificial lamps for the greater good. Personally, I'm not exactly font of the idea of pushing the fate of the world onto the shoulders of a bunch of teenagers. Oscar is still a KID and all he's ever known is how to be a farmer and suddenly he's sharing a body with one of the smartest and most powerful people to ever walk the earth and their fates are suddenly intertwined. That's so insane. And on top of everything, Ozpin isn't 100% honest with him. I'm glad that Yang confronts him about keeping secrets. I will give it to him however that he's honest enough to admit his mistakes.

-Raven is probably one of the most fascinating characters. Can't say whether I like her or hate her, but there are so many layers to touch upon. It's interesting how she's constantly trying to prove to others - and essentially to the viewers as well - that she's cruel, smart and calculating (and she definitely is all those things) and that she doesn't care about trifle things, but ultimately she fails, as it is evident by the end of volume 5. She does care about Yang (although she has a very strange way of showing it) and her tribe most of all. She's also smart enough to see Ozpin's shortcomings.

- I liked how they explored Yang's trauma from loosing her arm and how she copes with the loss. "A part of me is lost" is such a powerful statement and it points to how everything has changed, but Yang accepts it.

-At the same time, that girl has no chill with that prosthetic arm. She straight up dismantles it off her shoulder just to win the wrestling against Nora (and later on to elude Mercury. I bet that if anyone asked her to give them a hand, she would just toss it on their feet then laugh her ass out. She's so silly, I love her.

-With that said, I wish they could have explored a little bit more of Jaune's trauma, but still I think we see well enough how Pyrrha's death has affected him. But why the FUCK did they have to give him more trauma in order to unlock his semblance? Another of his friends almost dies before his eyes, give that boy a break, good Lord.

- Ren and Nora 👀. I love me some good childhood bestdriends to potential lovers. Their background is so tragic but there's something about then growing up together that makes me feel things. I love their dynamic and I think it's pretty hilarious (collected, quiet guy and loud, silly, powerful girl). It was nice how they gained some catharsis when they finally killed that monster. And the symbolism when they hid under similar building where Nora tried to calm Ren down? Literal tears.

-"I was struck by a lighting and I lived. What a Wednesday" GIRL WHAT, LMAO

- I really enjoyed Blake's and Sun's dynamic, whether someone sees them romantically or platonically (for me personally it's the latter, but that's besides the point). Sun has always been a great friend, and although he can be really annoying sometimes, he is there for Blake and he's able to make her see things clearly and persuade her that isolating herself isn't a good thing. I feel like without him around, things for the Belladonnas would have been very different. He's a bit of a himbo, but I love him.

-The angsty Bees got me really well this season. Yang's anger is definitely justifiable and she has every right to be upset.

-"What if I wanted her to be here for me?" BITCH-

-Weiss pulling the "what's that supposed to mean?" every time the Bees are being angsty will forever be funny to me. The OG Beekeeper.

-That said, I think that she explains Blake's point of view really well and I liked how she reached out to Yang although "they aren't that close" (her words, not mine) and seeks to comfort her.

-Did I say that I hate Weiss's family? (Except maybe Winter, but the rest can go burn in hell). I'm GLAD Weiss realizes that ream RWBY is her true family. You love to see a good found family trope.

-Genuinely CANNOT stand the Bees this season /j. Blake seeing her team again and the only person she calls out for is Yang? And Yang's puppy eyes when she sees Blake again? WHY ARE YOU GAY?

-One of the funniest lines was when Crow was like "How can six children make so many noise while having dinner?", like BUDDY, you just answered your question. Tired uncle Crow for the win.

#enchantra watches rwby #rwby #rwby volume 4 #rwby volume 5 #bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #weiss shnee #sun wukong #rwby oscar #jaune arc #renora

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