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theteddylupinexperience · 3 years

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The Concert | Dio Morrissey x f!reader

AN: not a lot to say about this one, aside from the fact that I’m actually really happy with how it turned out. I always love the “best friend’s younger sister” trope, and who better to do it with than our goth king himself. Thanks as always to @pascalpanic for hyping me up and listening to me rant about mosh pits. Enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, kissing, super mild punk show related violence, brief anxiety mention, Dio is a little cringey but you like it

“Kiddo, you’re not even gonna have fun,” your brother swears, “this band is harsh no doubt, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“As sweet as your over protection is, you’re not ditching me tonight,” you roll your eyes. Your brother is sitting on your bathroom counter watching you get ready for the concert he promised a month ago he’d take you to. You know his concern comes from a genuine place, you’d only gotten into the goth scene fairly recently, and long time fans can be really intense with “virgins.”

“Hey, uh, is Shane gonna be there?” you ask, casually as you can manage. You attempt to continue with your black eyeshadow to avoid eye contact with your brother, but he sees right through you anyways.

“First of all, you have to call him Dio while we’re in public. You are not killing the vibe on your induction night. Second of all, gross. I’m sitting right here. Drool over my best friend on your own time.” Your brother pokes your forehead with one of your makeup brushes in a scolding manor.

“Okay well first of all,” you start, “this is my time because this is my bathroom. And second of all… do YOU have any weird nickname I should be aware of before I, and I quote, kill the vibe?”

Your brother flushes slightly, looking at the ground before answering, “Uh, it’s Ghost, actually.”

You narrow your eyes at him, biting back a laugh at how ridiculous he looks, bright red ears contrasting the Doc Martens currently kicking against the floor.

“Dio and… Ghost?” He just nods, looking up at you finally.

“Well alright, my knights in dirty ass Tripp pants.” The comment earns you a laugh, and you feel a small swell of pride rise in your chest. For as insufferable as you found each other a lot of the time, your older brother really was like your best friend. His group of friends had stuck together since middle school, and had absolutely taken you under their wing when you’d let yourself really fall into your darker side. Tonight was your first real night out with everyone, and you couldn’t pretend to be more nervous. You had known your brother’s best friend Shane, Dio, since you were in third grade and had always found him fascinating. You can’t deny that he’s gorgeous, tall and lean, always wearing a leather trench coat that accentuates those features. Full, plush lips, and deep brown eyes that you want to get lost in. Just as you find yourself actually getting lost in the thought of Dio, you’re startled back to reality when your brother turns your hair dryer on and blows it in your face.

“Yo, kid, did I lose you? We gotta go,” in your trance he’s managed to get his hair done and a subtly cool amount of eyeliner. You can only hope not to look like a child, or god forbid a drone, next to him and his friends. “Don’t be nervous, just get your shoes on.”

When you get your boots laced up, you give yourself one last glance in the mirror, fluffing your hair to make it look less obviously styled, and run out the door.

When you arrive at the venue, if you could call it that, it looks more like a rundown warehouse, the music is already in full swing. “The openers always fuckin’ suck, kid,” your brother had told you, “we always show up at least an hour late.”

You’re rocking nervously on your heels, stuck to the ground where your brother had told you to wait while he found the group and brought them over to you. You smile widely when you see them approaching you, but are quick to cover it with what you hope is a cool smirk. Out of place doesn’t even begin to describe how you feel, it would be more accurate to say you’re on a different plane of existence. You’ve managed to transcend discomfort and now have settled into a calmer state.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Wednesday Addams herself,” a deep voice calls out from the head of the pack.

“Hey Sh- uh, Dio,” you stammer as the king himself puts his hands on your shoulders to inspect your outfit. Your stomach drops when he brushes some hair from your face. “You look good. Like you put some thought into how you look, unlike the rest of these drones.” Your face lights up at his praise, and flushes quickly when he winks at you.

Your group makes their way towards the front of the stage when you hear the headlining band announced. The first few songs go off without a hitch, the crowd moves in a seething, pulsing way to the music, and you find yourself moving along with them. You catch Dio’s eyes a couple times to find him already looking at you, his expression relaxed and amused, but his eyes dark as he takes in everything around him. You’re about to walk over and ask him to dance with you when you hear from the stage, “Alright everybody, let’s open this fucking pit!”

Your eyes widen briefly, but you try your best to stay cool in front of your brother and his friends. You can only imagine how lame Dio would find you if you lost your cool because of some moshing. Unfortunately, in your attempt to save face, you’ve distracted yourself to the people around you and find yourself getting shoved, almost to the ground. Your brother hurries over and helps you up, and you assure him you’re fine. It’s nothing you can’t handle. He keeps his grip on you a moment longer, and ruffles your hair before jumping into the circle pit himself. You do your best to keep dancing around, staying away from everyone jumping and shoving each other as much as you can, and for a few minutes you’re surprisingly successful.

The next song that plays is even more intense than the last, and you find yourself crowded against the stage trying to stay away from everything. Your heart rate quickens, and you can feel an anxiety attack trying to creep its way up your spine. You look around desperately, searching for your brother so you can beg him to take you home, when a hand on your shoulder startles you.

Warm brown eyes search your own, “Didn’t mean to scare you, darling, but do you want to get out of here?”

You nod up at Dio, and he takes your hand, guiding you in front of him towards a side door. One of his hands rests protectively against the small of your back, and you shudder at the warmth. You’re outside, the air is cool against the sweat on your skin, and yet Dio’s hand never leaves yours.

“D’you wanna sit?” He gestures to a bench resting against the side of the building.

“I-” your voice cracks, and you clear your throat to find some volume, “Sure, that sounds nice.”

The pair of you sit in silence for a moment while you catch your breath, you can feel Dio’s eyes boring into you, but can’t bear to look at him. “God, I’m so sorry, Shane,” you whisper, “Er, Dio, fuck, sorry again.”

“Don’t apologize, darling, it’s just you and me out here.” You finally dare to look up, and he’s smiling gently at you, holding both of your hands in one of his, and rubbing the other soothingly up your back. “I know the first time can be intense, to say the least. It’s a madhouse in there, and those fucking drones don’t know any better than to push everyone around. It should be a crime to scare or shove anyone as perfect as you.”

You huff out a strangled laugh at his words, and move your hands to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Because you’re my best friend’s little sister,” he starts, and his grip on your back tightens when disappointment crosses your features, “and because you are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on. If someone as ethereal as you will even allow me in your presence, I have done something right.”

You turn your body towards him completely, searching his face. The strong, confident, devil may care Dio from inside is nothing compared to the patient, sweet, borderline insecure Shane you’re talking to out here. You reach your hand up to caress his face, smoothing down his dyed black curls, tracing your thumb against his full bottom lip. Shane melts into your touch, a content sigh leaving his lips at the contact, the heat of your skin against his feels more powerful than the sun at this moment. When you run your thumb nail against the sensitive skin behind his ear, his eyes snap open.

“Can I- would you… would you be mad if I kissed you?” He asks, his voice shy, but his eyes full of want.

‘I’ll be mad if you don’t,” you laugh incredulously. Shane places one hand against your jaw, and the other one slides up your back to rest in your hair. The cool metal of his rings feels electric, but nothing could compare to the jolt you feel when his lips meet yours. He’s soft, so much gentler than you imagined he’d be, and he takes his time losing himself in the feeling of your lips moving against his. He pulls away too soon, and you grab the front of his jacket to pull him back to you.

This kiss is not as gentle, but it is equally as sweet and intoxicating. His hand tightens on your scalp, and his tongue presses against the seam of your lips. You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue against yours. He tastes like clove cigarettes and Jaeger, and it’s fucking incredible. He’s more perfect than your wildest dreams of him, and the low moan he lets out when you scratch your nails up his back makes you reconsider everything you’ve ever thought about heaven.

Eventually you have to breathe, so you pull back just a bit and rest your forehead against his. “Wow,” you manage to get out. Shane laughs, the sound is more musical than anything you’ve heard tonight.

“Wow is correct, my darling, you are truly more ethereal than I could have fathomed.” He kisses you again, softly on the lips, and then places another on your cheek. “Do you think I could take you out for real sometime soon?”

You bite your lip to prevent a giddy smile from breaking across your face, and nod quickly. “I actually found this record store with its own coffee shop a couple towns over, we could check that out, maybe? I mean, I’ve liked you since freshman year, so anything you want to do would be perfect. You’re perfect, Dio.”

His ears flush an adorable pink, and he smiles almost shyly up at you. “Shane,” he says, “Call me Shane.”

You beam up at him, “Shane.”

He stands up, takes your hand, and leads you back into the concert venue. Walking arm in arm with the king, you feel like you could jump right in the middle of that mosh pit and come out on top. Shane guides you back to your friends, and you try not to get overwhelmed by the stares and whispers when people see you together. Your brother catches a glimpse of you, his eyes drop down to where your hand is connected with Shane’s, and you brace yourself for an obnoxious or over protective comment.

“It’s about goddamn time.”

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millie-ionaire05 · 4 years

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Soul Sucking

Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Incubus Jimin ☯ Fantasy AU ☯ Human Reader

Summary: A dull night at the club has Jimin frustrated and about to leave to find a more lively one. That is, until you walk in. Every part of him is quivering with excitement at the prospect of sucking you dry, but you’re going to be a tad bit harder than other girls he’s tried to consume. Harder, but so much more fulfilling.

Word Count: 5,806

Rating/Warning: M for Mature (+18), Explicit; pwp (honestly it’s less plot than I want to credit) female reader, exhibitionism? (he fingers you in the uber….I’m not sorry lol), fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (reader receiving), big dick Jimin, unprotected sex (wrap the schlong before you sit on the dong), squirting, creampie, one night stand

Author’s Note: Well...this came out of nowhere. I...I am honestly frazzled after writing this. Do other writers get flustered by their own writing? Or is it just me? Also, thanks to the beautiful Viola (@ladyartemesia) for showing me the tools to make my own banner. It’s nowhere near as amazing as the ones she creates, but I’m still a little proud of it. After the emotional week I’ve had, finally posting this makes me super happy. I hope you guys like it. Stay safe, and healthy, and happy!

P.s. also a huge shoutout to my soul sister (@jin-the-middle) for letting me ugly cry to you about everything that went on. I don’t know where I’d be in life without you. I love you.

Jimin can’t help the scowl that claims his lips, his tongue pressing into the top of his mouth in an attempt to prevent the stench of the woman next to him from hitting his senses. Such easy targets they are, eager and willing to sleep with anything on two legs and a dick in between. He was getting tired of all the easy games, his body desperate for a challenge. He can’t even enjoy the thump of the music as the bass reverberates throughout the dance floor, which usually has his skin tingling and his legs twitching to join the throng of people grinding on each other. Not this time though. He has no interest in the people here tonight, and his feet begin to carry him back across the club towards the exit, at least until he feels the shift in the air.

Eyes rising, he senses the most intense energy walking through the entrance, body barely covered in a black two piece, and the most sinful high heels. His body is practically thrumming with excitement, that is, until he sees your face. You look pissed, your energy only increasing in levels that he could start physically seeing, the charged red tendrils appearing like flames as they surround you. His eyes widen as you stay close to another female, your eyes cutting sharp glares at the men who gawk at the both of you, a warning to keep distance.

Obviously from your hostility, you’d had no intention of coming to the club on a Friday night. Your energy was encapsulated with solidarity, and with a flick of his tongue against his lips, he can tell you rarely left the comforts of your home. He tries to inconspicuously make his way to a standing table that is behind yours, but he feels the shift in your energy at his presence, and he tactfully heads towards the bar instead.

He waves his hand at the bartender, not missing the way her eyes widen and her body rushes to fulfill his wishes. He knows he shouldn’t, but he sends her a smirk, and he watches the way her cheeks brighten an embarrassing shade of pink. Internally chuckling to himself, he walks away to his intended spot behind your table, close enough to continue observing you without disturbing your heightened energy.

His body is quaking in anticipation as he observes you with who is clearly your friend, their body jumping up and down in place while yours remains still, your head resting on your hand on the table. You try to subtly tap your fingers against your cheek to the beat of the music, the only indication that you were enjoying the tunes as your friend yapped. Parting his lips, he allows your energy to drift towards him, your body tensing immediately.

Damn you’re perceptive.

He shuts his mouth, allowing what little energy he could get from you to roll against his tongue. You are fucking delectable. His mouth waters further as he tries to savor your taste, his cock twitching in his leather pants, begging for more. His mind runs with all possible scenarios that he could use to get closer to you, and he’s ready to make his move….until another man walks up to your table just as your friend walks away towards the dance floor.

Tsking at the filthy skeeze that attempts to talk to you, Jimin decides to wait, leaning forward against his table so he can catch what is being said.

“So, do you come here often?” the man asks, leaning closer to you.

Jimin’s lips tighten to a thin line, at first to prevent his annoyance from coming forth, but then to stop the laugh that’s trying to bubble its way out.

“No,” you answer flatly, not even glancing at the guy as you blatantly shift out of his presence.

The guy doesn’t take the hint and just tries to lean closer. “No wonder I don’t recognize you.”

Jimin’s eyes curl in amusement as you scoff at the guy, your gaze finally moving.

“You look sexy in that. Wanna dance?” the man enthusiastically proposes, his eyes clearly not on your face.

“Does that line work on other girls?” You retort back, snapping your fingers in his face. “My face is up here asshole. Go use that lame ass pickup on some other sap in this club, ‘cause I’m not interested.”

The man’s face morphs into one of anger, and Jimin enjoys the way you tilt your head, as if to taunt the man by silently saying ‘what are you gonna do about it?’

The guy doesn’t bother wasting more time making advances, just sulks away to a corner of the club, his eyes scoping out someone else to talk to. Jimin has the biggest urge to clap at your performance, but he has a feeling you won’t appreciate knowing he had been listening. Instead, he decides on a new plan, one that has a ninety-seven percent chance of working on you. It was still that three percent chance that has him worried. Well, only slightly.

Walking around his table with his drink in hand, he casually walks towards you, eyeing the couple to his left. If he times it right, they will bump him in three…two...one. Sure enough the couple in mid-dance bump him, which forces him to collide with your body. He doesn’t miss the way your face curls in anger, and he schools his features to look shocked, his eyes wide. He turns to the couple that is looking at him, apologizing to him for bumping him, and he quickly turns to you and apologizes as well.

He watches the way your eyebrows come together in uncertainty, confused on whether you should stay angry, or acquiesce to the accident. He realizes you’ve decided on the latter when your lips set into a thin line.

“I truly am sorry,” he repeats, allowing his gaze to lower to the drink in his hands.

“It’s fine,” you sigh out, allowing your head to once again rest against your hand. Raising his gaze, he purposefully meets your eyes, and his stomach tingles at the way your lips part. He lets a friendly smile curl his lips, suppressing his deepest urges to throw you on the table and eat you out.

“You look like you’re having fun,” Jimin states in a teasing tone, smiling when your eyes go wide with mock surprise.

“Oh really?” you exaggerate your emphasis, lifting your head to free your hand and grab for your drink which is still full. “So much fun.”

He giggles, allowing his eyes to squint at you. Your energy is all over the place, his tongue begging to come out to taste some more, but he forcefully keeps it pressed against the top of his mouth. He shifts his feet to simulate hesitation, his mouth curling down into a frown.

“Well...I guess I’ll leave you to it,” he says low enough for you to hear, his eyes picking up your surprise at his demeanor, which is clearly more considerate than any of the other patrons in the club. You just didn’t know it’s for a different reason.

“It’s just…,” you start, stopping him in his movement of walking away, and he practically has to bite on his tongue to keep the smile from twisting up his lips. “My friend...she wanted to come.”

Jimin turns to you again, his eyebrows coming together to show his confusion on how that was a logical explanation. His eyes narrow to the pink tinging your cheeks as you take another sip of your drink, your eyes more focused on your friend on the dance floor. He waits patiently for you to continue, not wanting to push too quickly, because he knew you would run. It was all in the way your energy twisted, warning him not to make any sudden movements.

“She wanted to make her ex jealous,” you continue, your finger pointing to a man on the edge of the dance floor eyeing your friend. Jimin’s gaze moves to the man before he nods his head slowly. “So, here I am. A good best friend, here to make sure everything goes to plan.”

“But you don’t want to be here,” Jimin says, more a statement than a question, but you still shake your head.

“Nope,” you confirm, sighing heavily.

Jimin takes a moment to swipe his tongue against his lips, trying to get another taste of you before deciding how to proceed. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes watch him, and then he’s using his teeth to worry on his bottom lip, morphing his expression to one of care.

“So you have to watch her all night?” he asks, his eyebrows coming together in concern. “That doesn’t seem very fair.”

You chuckle at his statement, a humorless chuckle and something flashes across your eyes that he doesn’t quite understand. “No, as soon as they disappear together I’ll be able to go home.”

From the way your eyes shift nervously, he can tell you are worried if you’d shared too much information. Changing tactics, he schools his expression to one of innocence, briefly meeting your eyes before looking away.

“If you want, I can keep you company?”

Silence follows as your energy wavers, clearly trying to warn you of his actions, but you seem unsure.

“Ah, sorry,” he purposely begins to ramble, taking small steps away from you. “It was a dumb idea. I just figured it would help pass the time, and maybe stop anyone else from trying to come up to yo-”

“Sure,” you say, giving him a small smile as his face morphs to one of shock. He almost shivers at the laugh that escapes your lips. “Don’t look so shocked.”

He chuckles, watching as you scoot over to give him space to set his still untouched drink down onto the table. He had his ticket in. Now to keep you in his grasp.

“So, what brings you here?” you question, looking at him pointedly from above the rim of your glass as you drink.

He laughs, giddy at the way you blanch before your cheeks are filling with color. He fiddles with his own drink on the table, turning the glass slowly and avoiding your gaze.

“I was actually about to leave before bumping into you,” he states, shrugging when you give him a confused look. “I wasn’t having much fun.”

You nod your head slowly, clearly able to understand him. Your eyes move to your friend on the dance floor, your eyebrows rising at the sight. He turns to look, seeing that your friend had finally convinced her ex to join her, their bodies practically one as they grind against each other.

“Looks like your night may be over soon,” he states, giving you a smile as his mind races. Clearly he’d have to up his efforts if he hoped to get you in his grasp tonight.

“Thank god,” you laugh, your eyes twinkling at him.

He forces his eyes to widen, as if taken aback by your beauty, though he didn’t have to try very hard. Your energy just emphasizes your beauty, and his cock starts to stiffen. To simulate nerves, he accidentally spills his drink on the table, his hands fluttering in worry.

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry,” he starts, but is silenced when your hand rises.

“No harm, no foul,” you voice, grabbing some napkins from a nearby table.

He reaches for the napkins in your hands, mumbling that it was his fault and he would clean it, but he stops moving when your hands meet and he sees you shiver. He knows it's because of the effect he has on you, just like with any other girl, but you’re something different. You’re a harder feat.

“Are you okay?” he probes, grabbing hold of the napkins and slipping them from your fingers, giving your body a chance to relax at the loss of contact.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, clearing your throat.

The shift in your bearings is discernible, letting him know he could move a bit faster in his advancements. His tongue tingles as he swipes it against his lips, his eyes moving to see your own tongue running along your lips, mimicking his actions. Your cheeks were pink once again, and your energy was swaying towards him, silently gesturing for him to make his move.

“I didn’t mean to spill the drink,” he starts, causing you to jump in your spot, but he pretends he didn’t see it. “I was just in awe at how beautiful you are.”

You snort at his words, a giggle bubbling from your lips as you move the cups out of the way so he can wipe down the table. He smiles, finishing the task quickly before looking at you again.

“I’m serious,” he says, licking his lips again.

You copy him once again, your eyes trained on his lips before fluttering up to his eyes. You both remain there, staring at each other, gradually closing the space between your bodies. His fingers twitch, and he takes a gamble by brushing a loose strand of hair to behind your ear, his cock twitching at the hitch in your breath. He isn’t sure he can wait much longer.

“Hmmm,” you hum, obviously trying to find something to say to diffuse the growing atmosphere between you two. “What’s your name?”

He’s surprised at the question, intending to give you one of the many false names he throws around, but for some reason that’s not what slips out.

“Jimin.”

“Jimin,” you repeat, and he almost groans.

It sounds so beautifully wicked on your lips, his cock immediately at half mast and begging to be touched. He shifts in his spot, hoping to relieve some of the pressure.

“And what’s your name, beautiful?” he questions, leaning closer so that his parted lips allow your energy to flow towards him.

You murmur your name, your body naturally swaying towards him. Suddenly your lips are connecting to his, your energy quivering as he caresses up your arms, his hands stopping at the back of your neck. Your lips are so soft against him, his tongue coming out in silent query, and you comply willingly. A moan so sweet escapes you, your fingers gripping the lapels of his blue jacket, clearly desperate to bring him closer.

He would have had no issue taking you there in the club, amongst the crowd of people, but he has so much in mind to do to you. Reluctantly he pulls his lips away from yours, meeting your lust filled eyes. He smirks at your whine, your fingers tightening against his jacket. He moves to kiss along your cheek until he makes it to your ear, allowing his breath to make you shiver in his grasp.

“Shall I take you home?” he whispers, his teeth coming out to nibble at the edge of your ear.

“Please,” you beg.

He leans away from you, moving his hands to cup your cheeks, his eyes piercing into yours. You still in his grasp, clearly under his influence and waiting for anything he might ask.

“Did you drive here?” he asks, smiling when you shake your head. “Call an Uber.”

You do as he says, reaching for your phone and pulling up the app, typing your address before paying. He keeps his hand on you, maintaining the physical contact to ensure you stay within his influence. When you’re done, you look up at him, eyes wide in search of being praised. He smiles, his hand moving to caress your cheek, and he watches you lean into it. Moving swiftly, he grabs your purse that rests on the table, his free hand grabbing your own and leading you towards the exit.

“How much longer beautiful?”

You look down at your phone, allowing him to guide you out of the club. “They’re here.”

He smirks, pushing you both past the crowd of people outside waiting to come in. You point to the car that’s parked across the street, and your bodies hurriedly shuffle towards it. He opens the door, allowing you to get in first, and for a moment he loses contact with your body. When he finally sits inside the car, he notices your dazed look as you watch him, the fog in your mind trying to unravel. He swiftly places his hand on your exposed thigh, the hem of your two piece having risen up and exposing more skin. His eye twitches at the sight.

“Buckled up?” the driver questions, breaking him out of his yearning.

He turns towards the woman in the driver's seat, silently thanking anyone above that the driver is female. His tongue snakes out to lick his lips, and instantly senses the weak energy of the driver, clearly exhausted from a long day. Smirking at how easy it would be, he moves his free hand until it makes contact with the woman, the woman’s eyes meeting his in the rearview mirror.

“Don’t worry about our seatbelts, love. Just make sure you drive us safely, and be sure not to look back here.”

He waits for her to nod her head, her fingers moving to the gear shift and putting it in drive. Content with the situation, he shifts his attention back to you, his fingers squeezing your thigh. He allows a bit of the haze to leave you, just so that he can get you to comprehend what will be happening.

“Alright, beautiful, come here,” he motions to his lap, adjusting himself so that he’s sitting in the middle seat.

You obey him, moving to sit in his lap and face him, but he quickly adjusts you so that you’re facing the windshield. His hands cup behind your knees, spreading you until your legs rest just outside of his. He purposefully leans further into the seat, spreading his legs which, inevitably, spreads yours. His fingers slide across your exposed thigh before coming to the edge of your hem, his hands gripping the fabric and shoving up. A gasp escapes your mouth, your eyes moving to the driver to see if they’re watching.

“Don’t worry about her, beautiful,” he soothes, his fingers moving to the apex between your legs. “She won’t be watching...unless you want her to?”

As he finishes his question, his fingers skim against your panty covered clit, causing you to shiver. Your thighs tense and your hands turn to fists, clearly unsure of what to do with them. He moves to your hands, guiding them until each is resting against the headrest of the driver’s seat and passenger seat, and he watches as your knuckles turn white. Chuckling to himself, he continues on his journey to between your thighs, his nostrils flaring as your scent begins to overwhelm him.

“Do you like that idea?” he coos, playing with you from the outside of your panties, the tips of his fingers barely making contact. “Do you want her to watch as I make you come?”

Your body trembles above him as he pulls your panties to the side, his fingers going straight to your soaked core.

“Answer me beautiful,” he commands, kissing on the exposed flesh of your arm as he shifts himself, allowing his face to peer from the side of your body.

“N-no.”

“No?” he muses, the tips of his fingers swirling in your wetness. “Your body is telling me otherwise, baby. Are you sure you don’t want her to watch?”

He hears your answer catch in the back of your throat, his middle finger having entered your tight hole and expertly curving to hit that spot. It’s moments like this that remind him how much he loves being an incubus, loves the feel of a woman under his touch, and the way your energy begs to be sucked out by him. You’ve clearly been abstinent for quite a while, because you are probably the tightest pussy he’s had in so long. The thought makes him pause.

“Baby, how long has it been since someone has pleased you like this?”

He pauses in his motions to allow your mind to focus.

“A-about 3 years,” you whimper out, trying your hardest to move so that his finger can continue its dance on your g-spot.

“Aw, you poor baby,” he purrs, giving you what you want by curling his finger, stroking you.

Your moans swiftly fill the car, the smell of you wafting in his nose as your energy slithers between his lips, his taste buds tingling as saliva fills his mouth. You’re beautiful. Every noise that leaves your lips, the way your wetness drips past his fingers and coats his hand, it’s perfection. You have so much sexual energy that for a moment he almost feels overwhelmed, wanting to do everything under the sun to you, but not wanting to rush in the chase.

Sticking in a second finger, his cock hardens further at the way your body goes taut, clearly at the edge of an orgasm. He adjusts you in his lap, purposely rubbing your ass against his hardened member, and giving himself better leverage to shove his fingers further inside of you. He feels the uncomfortable shift of his rings as he forces his fingers knuckle deep in you, but he ignores it as he speeds up in his efforts to bring you to a climax.

Your back arches away from him, your head thrown back as your muscles tighten, and his mouth instinctively drops open. His head is filled with the heady energy of your potent orgasm, and his patience begins its drop. You taste...heavenly. Your energy quivers in his mouth as he continues fingering you, his senses becoming overwhelmed when his palm rubs against your clit, your cry ringing in his ears. He can feel your walls pulsate on his fingers before remaining tightened as he pushes you towards overstimulation, your hands moving to his arm and squeezing. Even he couldn’t tell if you were silently begging him to stop or continue, and unfiltered curses spring from your mouth when he begins to vigorously roughen his strokes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans out, enjoying the squelch of your juices when he adds a third finger.

His name falls from your lips as your nails dig into his skin, causing him to groan again. His cock begs to be freed from the confines of his pants, begs to have your lips wrapped around it as he fucks your mouth before fucking your tight hole. At the rate this is going though, he isn’t sure he’ll last long if he lets his cock anywhere near your mouth.

He relishes in the way your body shakes above his, your thighs trembling as you unsuccessfully try to bring them closer together. He purposely spreads his legs even further, your body trying to fight him, but ultimately you give up, your body curling forward as your forehead rests against the driver’s seat. Jimin shifts his eyes to look out the window, noticing the car is slowing as they approach an apartment complex.

“Just come for me one more time, baby,” he coaxes. “Just one more time on my fingers.”

Adjusting his hand, he removes his palm from your clit and replaces the pressure with the fingers of his free hand, his fingers practically pinching you in a mix of pain and pleasure that he knows will bring you to another intense orgasm. Sure enough, your back bows away from him once again, your walls clenching tighter against his fingers as you orgasm. He ignores the way your walls attempt to still his fingers, helping you ride the second orgasm before he slowly removes his hand. Your body unsteadily heaves air into your lungs, and he brings his soaked hand to his mouth as his free hand strokes the inside of your thigh.

A moan rips from his throat the moment your juices touch his tongue, his body thrumming as he tastes you on his fingers and his cock jumps in his pants.

“Fuck,” he growls, his free hand stilling to squeeze your thigh as he sucks all of your juices off his fingers. “You taste so fucking good.”

The car stops in front of your apartment complex, the woman in the driver’s seat remaining compliant in keeping her eyes forward, and Jimin helps you fix your clothes. He allows you to slip out of the car first, unworried about you losing the fogginess he’d instilled in your energy. His eyes fall to the pool of wetness on the floor of the backseat, and he can’t help but feel partial pride and guilt. Pulling a hundred dollar bill from the inside of his coat, he leans forward and strokes the arm of the driver.

“Thank you, love,” he murmurs, a smirk curling his lips when she jumps. “Here’s for the trouble.”

Uninterested in waiting for the driver’s response, he slips out of the car and closes the door, eagerly grabbing your hand.

“Lead the way, beautiful.”

Your feet earnestly speed walk to the elevator, your body practically thrumming with impatience as you guide him to your apartment, a sigh of relief leaving your lips when you finally open your door. He can’t help but chuckle at your actions, your energy ablaze around you, begging him for more. Oh, but he is so ready to give you more. That’s all he wants to do for the rest of the night, and his lips tingle at the prospect of draining you dry.

You lead him through the small hallway that opens to the kitchen and living room, and he has to stop you there. He can’t wait anymore, not after getting that teasing taste of you in the uber. His body becomes flush against yours before his hands grab the back of your thighs, skin like velvet as he lifts you onto the kitchen counter, his eyes noticing the shiver that racks your body.

Unwilling to waste anymore time, he spreads your thighs, his mouth dropping straight to your panty covered core with a groan. Like fire against his lips, he feels the energy slide past his tongue and down his throat, his body becoming alight with your pleasure. Desperate for more, he immediately pushes your thong aside and connects with your clit.

Such sweet ecstasy. Like a delicious four course meal, filling him in ways he hadn’t realized he was desperate for. His desperation grows as he feels your fingers slide between his blonde strands, grasping hold of his locks in an attempt to try and bring him closer. At this point, he’s willing to give you whatever you want. If you want the world, he’s willing to serve it to you in any way he can. But his cock weeps for sweet release, and he struggles to remain on track with pleasuring you all night before he gets his fill of you. The more he builds you up, the more he can take from you by the end of the night, but your energy seems almost too full already. It’s quite distracting for him.

Leaning away from your core, he alternates between nipping and kissing the soft flesh of your thighs as he pants, frantically trying to keep his thoughts together. His soul sucking instinct rears up in him, annoyed that he was even wanting to think instead of just taking what you are clearly so willing to give. Unable to stop, his hand moves to grip himself through his pants, squeezing in hopes of relieving some pressure. It doesn’t help.

“Mmm, baby,” he murmurs, nipping at your flesh a bit harshly as his hunger grows. “I need to feel you come on my tongue. Can you do that for me? Can you come in my mouth?”

His eyes cast up to see your eager nod, and an aching groan rips from his throat. Practically delirious with the longing to build you up to a breaking point, his mouth connects with your clit once again. You keen above him, spurring him on as his tongue flicks unnaturally quick against your overly sensitive nub, your thighs quivering on each side of his face. He hastily shifts in his spot before shoving two fingers inside of you again, knowingly curling his fingers as if he’s known your body his whole life.

His name falls from your lips in rapid tandem with the strokes to your g-spot, and he reflexively thrusts into the air. He isn’t going to make it the whole night, and as soon as this orgasm hits you, he needs your tight hole on his cock. The mere thought has his lips latching onto your clit, suckling you as his strokes inside your wet heat turn harsh, your slick juices echoing in his ears. The thrum of his pulse adds to the perfect orchestra as you begin to fall apart on him. Your hands grip his hair as you greedily ride your high against his mouth, his tongue slurping as much as he can before you begin to whimper.

Pulling away from you, he lifts your body off the counter and throws you over his shoulder, his hand connecting with the exposed flesh of your ass. He doesn’t even bother wiping his face as he makes his way to the only closed door connecting to the living room, his nostrils flaring when he walks into your room and immediately catches sight of the vibrator on your nightstand. No wonder your energy was so potent, you had been sexually frustrated for so long, clearly unable to feel properly satisfied with just the vibrator.

Throwing you onto your bed, the squeak that falls from your lips and the wide eyed look you give him does nothing to calm his futile attempts at remaining composed. He leans forward and removes your two-piece, a growl of an instruction leaving his mouth for you to continue getting naked as he peels off his own clothes. His fingers tremble when his cock springs from the confines of his pants, the weeping head tapping against his abdomen before standing straight at attention, greedy for pleasure. He doesn’t miss the way your mouth turns to an ‘o’ before you lick your lips, your eyes hypnotizingly ogling him, and his cock twitches in response.

Your hands unconsciously rise towards him, but he grasps them both in one of his own, climbing onto the bed to forcibly lay you on your back. Your legs instinctively comply in spreading for him to sit himself comfortably between them, your wetness dripping onto your sheets and he can’t look away. He allows his head to tap your clit, wondering if he can make you come from just the action. The idea turns even more appealing when your thighs squeeze his waist, clearly surprised at the sensation.

Gritting his teeth, Jimin uses his free hand to grab hold of his dick, swirling his head in your wetness before tapping it on your clit.

“Fuck!” you cry out, back bowing off the bed. “Oh god, please.”

He forces himself to chuckle, but ignores your indirect request in favor of tapping the head of his cock against your puckered nub. The grip of your thighs tightens against him as he continues slapping himself on you, his eyes unwilling to stray from the sight as your juices begin to pour from your hole, your moans becoming more rowdy as tears begin to stream from your eyes.

Your energy is so high it practically wraps around his cock, making him wince, but he doesn’t stop. Unsurprised when you suddenly become quiet, he chokes out curses when you squirt, your juices soaking his bottom half as he persistently slaps himself against you. You try with all your might to remove your hands from his grip, but he keeps them locked in place as you cry out your release, chest heaving as you try and catch your breath.

“So fucking beautiful, baby,” he gruffly praises, moving so that his dick is in direct line with your pussy. “So fucking perfect. You come so well.”

He’s sure your walls are clenched tighter than when he’d had his fingers inside of you, because it takes him a solid five minutes to fully sheath himself, your insides trying to push him out as you continue to squirt. He remains still as you continuously leak onto the sheets, unwilling to part from you until he’s sure he has all of you. He watches as your energies swirl, the red tendrils finally able to connect with his blue ones and a whirl of purple flashes behind his eyes.

All of your pleasure rushes through him, his cock swelling even further in you, and a whimpered gasp leaves your lips. Uncaring and far from his right mind, he begins a relentless pace inside of you, his eyes fluttering as he watches himself incessantly disappear into your tightness. His thighs tense and he releases your hands, his own moving to the back of your knees before he purposely brings your knees to your chest, the new angle allowing him to hit your spot. The moment he makes contact with it his head rolls back, the shared pleasure he’s experiencing as your energies connect just helps him expertly adjust himself, always knowing the best way to fill you.

“Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.”

Somewhere in his mind he hears you chanting his name, like a prayer in a bible, and it stokes him further. The kindling fire deep within him is now raging, swallowing him whole as he meets your eyes, the galaxy somehow within them. Your pussy is devouring him and he feels it both on his cock and in your energy that you’re about to orgasm again, and he forcefully throws himself forward, connecting his open mouth with yours in an attempt to suck as much of you as he can.

The edge is right at the tip of his cock as he gives one last thrust, your energy expending from your body and into his as he spills into your walls. He remains hard within you as he continues sucking all of you into him, the purple galaxy now behind his eyes becoming almost painful as his empty soul fills. He unconsciously thrusts within you, realizing that he’s still painting your walls white.

“So perfect. Fucking perfect for me,” he growls out into your jaw, nipping occasionally.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he finally has his fill, his cock softening as he pulls himself out of you, his eyes meeting yours. His eyes widen painfully when he sees your body still surrounded by red energy, albeit it wasn’t as much as before.

“Fuck,” he groans, his cock stiffening once again at the sight.

So. Fucking. Perfect.

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thesilencebeforeastorm · 4 years

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Wild Night - Eren x Reader

A/n: Since it’s Eren’s birthday today, what better way to celebrate it than with some smut ;) 5k + words later and this masterpiece was born lmao enjoy the filth! Fic is in first person, reader’s p.o.v! Dom Eren as well!

“(Y/n)!”

The voice of Sasha calling out my name snapped me out of my thoughts as I was doodling some random drawing on my paper. I knew that with the tone of her voice, she had some random idea she was going to throw at me that she wanted me to do with her. I stopped drawing and waited to see what it was.

“What are your plans for later?” she asked me.

I looked at the time. “Wallow in my sadness while watching my show, what crazy idea do you want me to do with you now?”

Sasha frowned. “Oh don’t be such a buzzkill! You’re gonna like this one. There’s a party going on tonight and I want you to come with me.”

I knew it. It was another one of her boring parties that she was going to drag me along with and try to set me up with some douchebag. I continued doodling.

“Nope, not interested.”

“Aw come onnnnn, why not?” I noticed Sasha’s pouty face from my side eye.

“Because this is gonna just be another one of your lame hookups that you’re trying to set me up with.

“Well... yes but no! I promise you this one will be different!”

Yeah sure , I thought to myself. I decided to turn around to face her. “Who’s the guy then?

Sasha seemed to have some hope in her eyes. “His name is Eren Jaeger. It’s his birthday today.”

“Jaeger? What is he, a drink?”

Sasha’s mouth dropped wide open. “Oh you cannot be serious, this is no time for games! Just come with me pleaseeeeeee. It’ll be worth it I promise. If not then you’ll never have to go with me to a party again.”

Sasha used those puppy eyes of hers on me hard. I rolled my eyes, deciding that maybe a “fun” night out would be better than my show. I also wanted to see what was so interesting about this Eren guy.

“Fine I’ll go, as long as you get those puppy eyes out of my face”, I said as I laughed and nudged her out of my way.

A few hours went by and me and Sasha arrived at the house. It was his house apparently and the place was packed. I noticed red cups being passed around, the smell of booze filling the air. The music was pretty loud, though not enough to make me bleed out of my eardrums so that was good at least. I noticed a couple of our mutual friends like Jean, Marco and Connie. Connie was as usual making an absolute fool of himself dancing and Jean and Marco were chatting it up though I don’t know how the hell they could even hear each other. Me and Sasha were passed cups by some blonde chick named Annie who I recognized was a girl from our school. I was surprised she was even here since she mostly kept to herself. I drank some of my cup, the alcohol stinging my throat a bit but it was enough to handle. I looked around to see if I recognized anyone else while I almost spit my drink out as my eyes landed on some guy. Sasha noticed me almost choked on my drink and she leaned in close to speak into my ear.

“Hey you okay??”

“Who the fuck is that?” I asked her, tilting my head up to point in front of me. That’s when she had the biggest smirk on her face and she laughed. “That’s Eren”.

My eyes widened slightly as I looked at him up and down. He had long brown hair that was a little longer than his shoulders and tanned skin. He was tall, shorter than my friend Jean as I remembered but not short either. He wore a long sleeve shirt with jeans as he crossed his arms, drink in his hand while chatting up with someone. I must’ve been staring at him too long cause he suddenly looked to his side and noticed me staring at him and also looked at me up and down. I took notice of his green eyes and I felt my pussy throb on the spot.

“Oh, I am so fucking that”, I said out loud to her.

Sasha looked at me surprised. I guess she was thinking that I finally found some guy interesting.

“You like him?” she asked me.

“Do I like him? Sasha look at him, he’s hot! You didn’t tell me that.”

She shook her head. “That’s cause you never wanna listen to me!”

I rolled my eyes at her before turning back to Eren and noticed he was coming this way. My way.

“Oh fuck, he’s coming this way. What do I do?” I asked, slightly nervous that he already noticed me that fast. A girl could still feel nervous right?

“Talk to him”, Sasha said as she started to walk away, giggling.

“Sasha, get back he-” I was going to yell out to her but got cut off as I had Eren standing in front of me. I took in a deep breath as he got close to my ear to speak.

“I’ve never seen you around here, What’s your name?”

What’s my name? Oh you’re gonna know my name when I -

“(Y/n). I’m Sasha’s friend.”

He took a step back and looked over to where Sasha was standing, no more like dancing her ass off already with Connie. The girl was already acting a fool. He looked back down at me, taking notice of my figure with a smirk on his face. I took more notice of his features like his facial hair, his lips and his collar bones that poked out of his shirt. Oh how badly did I want to suck on that. He got close to my ear again and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Well you enjoy yourself at the party then”.

I felt my body tense up a bit at his hand, not expecting to be on my shoulder already but I still didn’t mind. “Yeah I will and happy birthday”.

“Thanks” he replied before walking away to talk to someone else.

The party was pretty good, much to my surprise. The music wasn’t crappy, the alcohol wasn’t bad and everyone pretty much danced or chatted around. They kept the party lively which is what I liked because if it didn’t fit my standards I would hold Sasha to her word about never going with her to a party again. I danced with Sasha at one point, though she was already drunk out of her mind while I was only tipsy. Seemed it would be my job to take her drunk ass home so I didn’t want to keep drinking. I noticed Eren from time to time, sneaking occasional glances at me. I didn’t really notice a huge difference in his behavior so either he wasn’t drinking that much or he could handle his alcohol really well. Whatever it was, I realized I had to pee badly so I made my way upstairs to use the bathroom. It was pretty quiet up here in the sense that you didn’t hear the blasted music in your ears and you could actually make conversation up here if you wanted to. Eren’s bathroom was pretty decent, no one had trashed it yet much to my relief. I was done in the bathroom and cleaned up before I left and was going to make my way downstairs when I felt a hand grab me and pull me into a room. Panic was the first response I had in my body but before I could respond, the door closed, my back pressed against the door as a familiar voice whispered in my ear.

“Don’t worry, it’s me”. It was Eren.

I sighed in relief, though I was slightly annoyed. “You scared me, you asshole”.

He chuckled against my ear. “Sorry about that. Had to get you in here without anyone seeing us”.

God, his voice… I couldn’t really hear it to the best of my ability downstairs with the loud music but now that we were alone in the room, I could hear his baritone voice, sending shivers down my spine. Having his body pressed against me with his lips lightly touching my cheek only made me ache to feel him more.

“How’s the party been so far…?” he asked me, pressing light kisses against my cheek as he worked his way down to my neck. I moaned softly in response to his lips pressing against my skin. I tried to think of how to answer his question but I was distracted with what he was doing.

“G-good..” I replied. He continued kissing my neck before he whispered again.

“You’ve been looking at me all night. Mind telling me what that’s all about?”

I was going to answer him this time but he bit down into my neck, causing me to moan again. I grabbed on to his arm, the answer I was going to give him coming out messy.

“I - could..I could say..the same to you…” I panted out. He was making it pretty difficult to speak.

He took a step back for a moment and tilted my chin up to look at him, his height adding some intimidation to mine. The look in his eyes was enough to know that he wanted this as badly as I did. He looked at me with hunger in his eyes, like a lion ready to pounce in his prey. Without another second wasted, his lips crashed into mine, a groan escaping his mouth and a moan escaping mines. I parted my mouth as his tongue slipped into mine desperately, to which I did the same in return, feeling the stubble of his facial hair against my lips. I could taste the alcohol on his tongue which made the kiss more intoxicating than it already was. His hand glided all over my body, landing on my ass and giving it a tight squeeze, causing me to moan again. I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged it towards me, wanting to feel him closer to me than he already was. I felt a rush of heat between my legs as my pussy already started to get wet for him. He bit on my bottom lip, tugging at it hard before diving back into my mouth once more with his tongue. God, he was such an amazing kisser.

He pulled back for a moment to not only catch his breath but to remove his shirt and when I saw him shirtless, my mouth literally w a t e r e d. His abs were so toned, his v line now being exposed above the waistband of his jeans. I couldn’t admire it any longer before he lunged at me again, my body pressing hard against the door again as he went for another kiss, his tongue sloppily slipping past my lips. I could hear the music from downstairs playing loudly as background noise which only made it more exciting that I was going to get fucked by this hot guy in a house full of people like the desperate whore that I was. Gotta please the birthday boy right?

I felt his bulge press up against me, the friction making me want to grind up against him. I decided that I could do that later and that there would be other ways I could please him. I broke the kiss and started to pull at the belt on his pants as he went for my neck again, sucking harshly on the spot above my collar bone. I moaned loudly, my hands gripping tightly on his belt as he sucked on my sweet spot which I was sure would leave a mark. I tried my best to fumble with his belt before I finally got it off, unzipping his jeans and placed my hand inside to palm his dick outside of his boxers. He groaned again as I applied more pressure to his bulge, my mind going crazy with the idea of how it looked and tasted. No longer being able to control myself, I pushed him off of me, a string of saliva being noticeable as we parted. I got on my knees and took his dick out his pants only to be amazed at how good it looked. He was a bit longer than average with pre cum leaking out of his dick tip. I placed my hand around the base of his cock and licked up the underside of it before I moved my tongue in circles around his slit and head to taste the pre cum. I looked at him while I did so, seeing him take a shuddering breath at my actions. The view from down here was hotter, seeing his loose hair fall down in front of his face, his green eyes slightly widening and his tightly toned abs in full display. I looked back at his dick and gave his head a good few sucks before sliding my mouth further down his length, hallowing my cheeks as I did so. I heard him moan as I felt his hand grab a fist full of my hair into a ponytail to look at him and began to push me further on to his cock. I gagged in response to that but I opened up the back of my throat to make more room for him as he began to thrust into my mouth. I let the base of his dick go to allow myself to move deeper into his mouth and gripped onto his thighs as he continued to fuck my face. His thrust became faster, my gagging louder as his movements continued. His cock tasted so good and I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted more of him, I wanted him to fuck me hard already. I wanted to moan his name loudly so that everyone in the house heard who was making me feel so good. I was running out of air soon and Eren took notice as he yanked my hair back, leaving me gasping for air as he pulled me up, his grip never letting go. He motioned me to the bed and pushed me on it before climbing on top of me for another hard kiss. He pulled back suddenly, taking a look at my shirt.

“Take this shit off”, he ordered, looking annoyed and pulling at my shirt which made my pussy dripping wet even more. I could tell that he was a dominant man and that I was in for one wild night. I took off my shirt fast, tossing it somewhere in the room before he lifted me up a bit suddenly and unclipped my bra with one hand and ripped it off of me to toss it to the side. Oh, so he’s got experience I thought to myself as my thoughts were cut off when he placed his mouth on my nipple. I arched my back slightly, gripping the sheets and whined as he began sucking on it harshly, his teeth nibbling on it. He fondled my other breast, pinching and playing with my nipple in his hand. He kept looking up at me, wanting to see the reactions he got out of me as I looked down on him. I started to feel uncomfortable in my jeans so I wiggled to try and take them off. Thankfully Eren got the message and let my nipples go and unzipped my jeans, pulling them off, leaving me only in my panties as he took his jeans and boxers off. I was thankful that I wore a sexy pair tonight, having some bit of hope that the guy Sasha was going to hook me up with was worth my time. He went back up to my breast, taking in both of them in his mouth now and leaving dark marks on my chest as I left his dick press up against my pussy. I let out a shuddering breath as I tried to grind my hips against his cock. One thing I noticed about Eren was that he was really good at understanding body language and began to grind his dick against my panties, the friction against my clit sending sensations to my body. I could only imagine how much better it would feel if I was actually getting fucked. I was growing impatient, the feeling of him grinding against me feeling too good. I pushed him off again, only for him to grab my wrist and hold them above my head. The pressure was sure to leave a mark.

“I didn’t say you could fucking move”, he growled lowly against my ear. Fuckkkk, that was hot. I didn’t want to listen to him but by the tone of his voice, I could tell that I wasn’t going to be able to dom him.

“Eren, please…” I whined. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Something in what I said made him stop what he was doing and met up with my face. His eyes stared at me intensely. “Say my name again”.

“Eren..” I breathed out. “Please”.

“Please what?” he asked me, a smirk forming on his lips. He seemed to like me begging.

With the way I was speaking, I felt like I was so little. I’ve had my fair share of sexual encounters in the past but it was always a quick fuck. Never have I had someone dom me like this, let alone take their time to make me feel good. It was intoxicating.

“Please fuck me already”. I didn’t care how I sounded. I wanted him so bad. He motioned himself near my ear. “You gotta be patient baby girl, I haven’t even tasted you yet. I know your pussy is dripping wet for me” he replied, sucking on my earlobe.

“Ahh” I replied, a shuttered breath leaving my lips again. I tried to close my thighs together for some friction against my aching cunt but his knee moved up and separated them. He chuckled lowly, hearing me whine again. “Push me off again and you’re going to be punished”. My eyes closed for a second, taking in a deep breath before opening them again. As much as I liked the sound of being punished, it could either go one of two ways. Either Eren could be more rough with me or he could leave me here and go back to the party with his friends. I didn’t want to test that out and decided to be good just for him.

“Okay… I won’t…”

“Good girl”, he said before kissing my neck, moving to my breast and moving lower to my stomach. I looked at him, his eyes never looking away from mine, taking a mental note that he loved eye contact. He sat up a bit to remove my panties and spread my legs, my throbbing cunt in full display for him. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling shy as he stared at it for a few seconds.

“You’re fucking beautiful”, he said, his breathing becoming heavy at the realization of just how wet I was for him, licking his lips as he did so. He wasted no time in diving into me, his mouth hungrily sucking on my clit as I let out a sharp cry and gripped the sheets. He gripped my thighs to hold me down and to bring me closer to his face as he continued to taste me, his tongue licking up and down my folds before sucking on my clit again. His tongue dived into my core, driving me wild as I kept moaning his name over and over again. I wasn’t so sure if anyone could hear me with the music going on downstairs but I didn’t give a fuck about that right now.

“You taste so fucking good, fuck”, I heard him say as I felt him place a finger inside of me, which slid in easily. I gasped at the sensation as he fingered me slowly, licking on my folds. Fuck, he’s teasing me, I thought to myself as I grabbed on to his hair to pull him in closer. I felt that stupid smirk against me again as he inserted a second finger and began to pump into me fast. I could hear the sound of how wet I was which only added to horny I was as he curved his fingers upward and began finger fucking me fast against my g- spot.

“Ahh fuckk!!” I cried out, as he placed his hand above my abdomen to increase the pressure. I tried my best to keep my legs still but I couldn’t so he sat up and leaned a bit in towards me so that my legs were around his waist. I looked at him as he looked at me, the pressure in my lower stomach becoming too much as I felt myself about to cum.

“Please don’t stop Eren, I’m gonna -”. He cut me off.

“You gonna cum for me baby girl?” Fuck, keep calling me that please.

“Y-yesss” I whimpered as he began to be more rough with me, his fingers moving at an unforgiving pace. I felt a rush of heat spread throughout my body and with a few final pumps, I shouted his name over and over again loud, arching my back and came undone around his fingers, my legs shaking as I did so.

He slowly removed his fingers from me and tasted them before moving back down to my pussy and lapping up all the juices that had spilled out of me. My body shivered, still being sensitive from my intense orgasm as he did so. My shaking legs made it a little difficult to do so but he was able to move them away with his strong hands.

“Look at how much of a mess you are. We haven’t even gotten to the best part”, he said to me, a cocky grin spread across his face. I swallowed as I looked down at his dick, hard and throbbing just for me. I looked back up at him, aching for more as he positioned himself near my entrance. He pumped his dick a few times before rubbing his tip around my pussy softly.

“Erennnnn, don’t tease me please”. The feeling of his tip rubbing on my clit made me grind up against him again.

“Beg for it”.

“What?” I asked him.

“You heard me the first time. Beg for it.”

I rolled my eyes at him in frustration before his body shot up against me, his face inches away from mine as he wrapped his fingers around my neck. “Did you just fucking roll your eyes at me?” The intensity of his gaze made me know he wasn’t messing around.

I slightly panicked, thinking I was going to get punished. I cursed at myself, wondering why I was feeling like this. It felt like he had total control over me, like I was his and he could do whatever he wanted to me. I wanted more.

“I - I’m sorry” I sputtered out, the lack of oxygen from him pressing on my sides making me slightly lightheaded but still felt good. “I just want you so bad.”

The intensity of his eyes softened as he let me go and moved back, getting into position and rubbing the head of his dick on my clit again. “If you want me so bad then beg for it”.

I had no choice. If I wanted him to wreck me then I needed to do what he said. “I want your cock so bad Eren, just fuck me already… please…please…”

That seemed to please him as I felt him push himself into me, a whimper escaping my lips. I felt full as he continued to push into me slowly, his body leaning over he half way and I gripped his arms and allowed myself to adjust to his size. God, it felt so good. I had been wanting this ever since I saw him earlier and now the moment was finally here. He moved his hips back before diving into me again slowly, gritting against his teeth at the sensation.

“You’re so tight, when was the last time you got fucked?” he asked me, as he pulled back slowly and dived into me again.

I got cocky. “It’s been a while since I’ve had somebody fuck me good”, the answer seeming to excite him. I rolled my hips up against him, my body telling him that I was ready as he began speeding up the pace. The pace still wasn’t how I wanted it though, leaving me wondering why the fuck he wanted to be so gentle now. I sat up a bit, taking the chance at grabbing his neck to pull him close. “I’m not fragile Eren, fuck me already”.

He gave me what I wanted, ramming his dick into me as I cried out. He hooked his arm under my back, lifting me off the bed slightly, angling himself better to hit my g-spot. I cried out again, feeling his dick hit my spot at an unforgiving pace, the sound of slapping skin and my moans and his grunts filling the air. I gripped his arms, my nails digging into his skin and scratching them as he kept fucking me faster and faster.

“Oh my god, fuck!! Keep fucking me Eren, please, fuck!”

He kept going though now he lifted me up completely as he leaned the back of his thighs against his calves and I was sitting on him. My legs tightened around his waist, my arms around his neck as he pounded up into me hard, making me shout out his name again. My head tilted back, no longer being able to look at him with the pleasure becoming too much. Had I had known him sooner, I would have been going to his house every night to get fucked. The guy had stamina.

“Look at you, a desperate slut for my cock. You like it when I’m fucking you like this right?”, he grunted against my ear.

“Yessss, fuck!” I cried out.

His dirty talk made me realize how much of a freak he was and I felt my walls clench around his cock. I was close and I knew it. Fuck you for making me finish this fast I said to myself, wanting this to last longer. I held on for as long as I could but his loose hand somehow found its way on my clit as he was rubbing hard against it. I couldn’t hold on anymore and came HARD.

“ERENNN!” I shouted, as I felt him continue thrusting into me sloppily. I then knew he was close.

“I’m cumming” he grunted and was gonna push me off of him to come elsewhere but I held on to him close and grabbed his hair to look at me. “I want you to fucking cum in me!”. I didn’t care. I was on the pill.

Not having any other choice, he thrusted up into me hard, releasing his warm cum inside me. I felt his cock twitch as the liquid continued pouring into me and then out of me and on to his cock.

Our heavy breaths filled the room, neither of us moving off of each other as we held on to one another in an embrace. Loose strands of hair were sticking to his forehead full of sweat, mine being the same way. I pushed them out of his face to get a better look at him, his gaze meeting mine.

“Wow…. that was the best dick I’ve had in a very long time… shit”. I wasn’t lying when I said that. Remember the shitty hookups Sasha tried to set me up with?

“This is the best dick you’re ever going to get”, he said to me. I could tell he was very confident in his abilities. I liked that.

“I guess we should clean up now. You know where the bathroom is”, he said to me.

I gave him a smirk. “I could but… I have something I want to do first”.

He cocked an eyebrow, wondering what I was referring to before I pushed his hair to the side and sucked on his neck hard. He hissed at the sudden feeling but I told myself earlier that I wanted to do this. Not only did I want to do this but I wanted everyone to see his neck marked up, to know that I was there and that he fucked me. I continued sucking until I felt satisfied with the purple mark and gave a soothing lick to coat it. I continued to pepper kisses against his collarbone before softly grinding my teeth against them. I pulled back when I was done.

“Now you may go”, I said to him. I felt air blow out of his nose as he chuckled lightly and shook his head. He lifted me up with him, not wanting to get cum on his bed as I slid out of him, careful to not let anything drip on to the floor. I gathered my clothes and got dressed, not too worried about looking perfect since I was going to the bathroom right across from his room. He did the same, placing his hair into a bun now.

“You should give me your number. Maybe we can do this again”, he said to me, his body pressed up against mine and handed me his phone. I smirked at him.

“Oh we are doing this again. There’s no maybe”, I replied as I grabbed his phone and entered my name and number into it and texted myself so he could have my number. I handed back the phone to him as he placed a sweet kiss against my lips, nothing like the roughness he had earlier.

“See you, baby girl”, he said as he left the room. I couldn’t wait to get fucked by him again.

Extra:

I walked into the living room, hearing a commotion which ended up being a bunch of high fives being handed to Eren, noticing the mark on his neck. I shook my head and laughed, looking for Sasha who was passed out drunk on the couch. With the help of anyone who was sober, we took her drunk ass to her car and I drove her home.

~ The Next Day ~

I could hear Sasha groaning in her room, her hangover hitting her hard. I walked in with pills and some water, placing it on her nightstand before she spoke to me.

“I feel like crappppp” she said, placing her hand on her forehead.

I laughed. “Yeah, that’s because you decided to go crazy last night with Connie and drink your life away”.

She scoffed. “Yeah and where were you for most of the night, hmm?”

My mind replayed the memories from last night, the feeling of Eren’s lips on my skin and him fucking me hard. I chuckled.

“Well…. I was busy with a certain someone.”

Sasha’s eyes widened at my neck as she shot up from bed before wincing at the pain. “No you did not! You two actually had sex?”

I was surprised with how shocked she was even though she was the one that wanted this to happen in the first place. “Yeah we did.”

“How was it??” she asked me.

“Fucking amazing. The man is a freak.”

Right at that moment I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and saw Eren’s name pop up on the screen. “Looks like I gotta go.”

“Wait- !” she said to me before wincing at the pain again. I shook my head. “Take those meds and get some sleep. I’ll check up on you later.”

She groaned in frustration but listened to me as I left the room. I opened the text and read it.

From: Eren

Down to come to my place tonight?

I shook my head and chuckled before typing up a response.

To: Eren

You want me that bad already? Seems like someone misses me.

A minute later I got a text, this time a picture. A dick picture.

From: Eren

Does this answer your question?

My mouth watered again at the picture. I couldn’t get enough of him and I had only met him yesterday. I shot him another text, knowing what would get him riled up.

To: Eren

Aw, look who’s begging for me now ;) See you later xo.

From: Eren

Oh fuck off

Looks like I was in for another wild night.

Tagging: @humanitys-hottestsoldier @paopufruittt @final-fantasy-xv-nut @huntersbunker @angelanimedesaray @mysteriousmagicx @erwinsmithh

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silenceofthecookies · 3 years

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Black Clover matchup for @nakunakunomi

Matchup for me :D No gender preferences I am a biromantic ace.

Your age: 24

Your general appearance - most striking features, your fashion style, etc.

Answer: Chubby mermaid lol. Long curly hair almost all the way down my back. Red at the moment, but I’ve had all colors of the rainbow. Ears pierced multiple times and a septum ring whenever I leave the house. My general style is comfy alternative, loads of black, boots and ripped jeans but baggy shirts and sweaters. I don’t like drawing much attention to my chest because my boobs are a very prominent feature. Hourglass figure with extra minutes: so there’s boobs and ass but also a tummy and such. I have dimples when I laugh and a whole bunch of moles over my body. I like a killer liner and mascara but don’t necessary wear makeup every day. I like 4 tattoos and waiting for that fifth one.

Your MBTI, western zodiac chart, etc.

Answer: INFP (mediator), Scorpio sun, Libra moon, Pisces ascending. Year of the rat. I’d say my MBTI type is pretty accurate and while I don’t have many of the bitchy traits often assigned to Scorpios, I do have some of the passion towards things I care about and a generally jealous and stubborn personality.

Your personality, how you perceive yourself and how people around you perceive you.*

Your hobbies, interests, life goals etc.*

Answer: Stubbornness and some jealousy (that is always internalized) are my worst traits. I lack self-esteem and confidence and get anxious in new situations. Once I am around people I trust I blossom open and become more giggly (lame jokes and such) my humor is about 50% puns and 50% sarcasm. I am quick-witted with ‘mean’ remarks but I will never intend to offend or cause harm to anyone. Tough exterior comes with a soft interior. I tend to overthink and worry a lot and will usually put a friend’s needs above mine. I often have people coming to me for advice or to help them calm down. I will be honest in the softest way possible, even if the things I need to say aren’t necessarily nice. I want my friends to flourish. I get easily distracted by cute things and can really enjoy beautiful sights, nice food, good company… i am heavily introverted but I do need the handful of people I care about to flourish myself.

I accumulate facts and know loads of small things about a lot of things. I like adding in fun facts every now and then but sometimes I come across as a know-it-all and then I will get really self-conscious about it. I either talk up a storm nonstop or turn into myself and get really really quiet.

Your favorites, likes, dislikes, pet peeves, fears.*

I am super heavily interested in true crime, cases, and the psychology of murderers and such. I tend to get overexcited talking about such cases, never celebrating violence, but just being very fascinated by what a human brain can do. I also just really love riddles, mysteries, and solving them.

I’d love to become a teacher or a professional dog trainer. I love animals more than I love people and if I could work with dogs every day of my life that’d be amazing. An unrealistic goal would be to sing for a living, or do musicals. But I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen.

Any additional info you would like to share, fun facts, etc.

I dislike arrogant people, people who are rude against serving staff. I dislike impoliteness and laziness in the sense that other people are suffering from your lack of work. If I am in a group project I will never procrastinate because it can drag the whole group down, it’s okay to be lazy if it only impacts yourself.

I am afraid of loneliness and the fact that everyone I know just pretends to like me while talking behind my back and secretly hating me. I am not easily startled by monsters, animals, and such, but I do get a little paranoid if I have to walk in the street in the middle of the night. (a side effect from the true-crime consumption)

Answer: I think I added most things in the other walls of text (sorry they are so long). But when it comes to relationship and goals around that there are these things that I think are most important:

Love language is mostly quality time and words of affirmation, and that’s what I like too, as well as soft PDA and affections: cuddles, kisses, hand holding… I like spending time together, and even more so I like actually doing things together: sharing hobbies, going out, dates, dinners, walks, adventures, travels… all the things! :hellmo:

Honesty, liars are out. I have a lot of trouble trusting again once there has been a breach of trust. White lies for surprises and such is one thing, but any intentional lying in order to avoid confrontation is an absolute dealbreaker.

I match you with...

Dorothy Unsworth!

Despite her being asleep a lot of the time, Dorothy notices more than she lets on. She can see straight through the front someone is putting up and see what they are really feeling. This really helps in letting her support you, who is always supporting others. She’ll remind you that sometimes you need to take a break or that you need to focus on yourself instead of others. With her infectious smile and her own absurd sense of humour, she’ll do her best to cheer you up, or at least to distract you from whatever is bothering you.

Dorothy is very patient and has no rush with any relationship. Everything has its own time and waiting for that time to come it part of the fun, right? She’s also very understanding of your anxiety and is able to adjust her energy to the situation, keeping it low when you need comfort and reassurance, and going straight back to high when you’re feeling better and just want to have some fun.

Dorothy may seem very cute and girly, but she is interested in true crime as much as you are. The gruesome details of a case are not wasted on her and she will gladly talk with you about these cases. In her time as a magic knight she has seen her own fair share of true crime as well and she will gladly share anything that’s not confidential or dangerous.

Her love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. Not a day will go by where Dorothy won’t hug you from behind, kiss you between your shoulder blades and tell you she loves you. She loves loving you and making you feel loved. When she’s in love, keeping her lover safe, emotionally and physically, is her number one priority. She won’t give you even a second to doubt her love for you whenever you’re together. She’s very conscious of your boundaries and makes sure to not cross them.

Not a single lie will leave her mouth, unless as a joke, which will be very clear when she tells it. She is a knight, an enforcer of justice and peace, and lies are not in her book. Teasing, however, very much is, though she prefers to tease you with truths instead of with jokes. If there’s truth to the teasing, it’s just that much more effective.

You want this small strong captain to be putty in your hands? Cook for her, or cook with her. Dorothy greatly enjoys the good things in life and food is definitely on her list of good things. Her preference is mostly sweets, but she knows she needs to eat healthy food as well and she’s not picky when it comes to her dinner. The only need she has is that it tastes good, and that’s something you with your amazing culinary skills can definitely provide!

#black clover matchup #matchmaker cookie #cookie writes #matchup #600 followers event #requested #nakunakunomi #scheduled post

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canarhys · 4 years

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hey what's up, as we both know I'm a sucker for Fox. So uh. Can I get some of that Good Good Fox content? Thanks bro.

TW: underage drinking

The first time Fox tries alcohol with his vode, he’s around eight ( sixteen ).

He’s actually the one to smuggle it into the barracks when the Kaminoans weren’t watching — Alpha-17 had been perfectly turned around at just the right moment. Fox snuck behind one of the crates, reached out with a hand towards the canister that was perched atop the nearest one, before booking it down the corridor before the older could notice. He knew they wouldn’t count the numbers of alcohol. There were too many bottles for too little men. They wouldn’t care for one little bottle that goes missing — they’ve already got their hands full. And they’ll never know it would be Fox, because Fox is good at stealing, and Fox is good at never getting caught.

He enters the small private barracks he shares with his batchmates, shutting and locking the sliding door behind them. He struts over to a circle of his vode, plopping down and placing the canister in the center of the group as if they were praising some sort of deity. “Here.”

His brothers regard the canister, at first, with surprise. Then they melted away into varying degrees of expression.

“That’s it?” Ponds asks. Fox gives him a glare.

“If I steal any more, they would have noticed something was wrong. This is what we can afford right now.”

“What is it?” Kote asks, and before Fox could stop him, he reaches forward and grabs the canister. He twists off the cap and sniffs its contents. He grimaces. “It smells weird.”

“Alcohol,” Fox answers promptly. The group ( except Ponds ) gives him incredulous looks.

“What?” Wolffe asks.

“Jango brought some for the ARCs after they completed some test. Ponds and I heard about it and decided to grab some.”

“You stole some.”

“You act like it’s any different.”

“Fox.” Kote gives Fox a disapproving glare, crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows together. “Give it back.”

Fox raises an eyebrow. “And let them catch me? Or have them know that we stole their precious liquor?”

“You know Jango wouldn’t approve.”

“Jango doesn’t need to know.”

Bly shifts uncomfortably, eyeing the canister in Kote’s hand. “What do we do with it, then?”

“Well,” Ponds shrugs, “we can’t let it go to waste.”

“Pond’ika!” Wolffe scolds, but Ponds holds his hands up in mock surrender.

“He’s right,” Fox admits to them. “You wouldn’t want to discredit all the hard work I put into stealing this, wouldn’t you?”

“I would,” Kote says.

“Shut up,” Fox says. “Okay, if you guys aren’t going to drink it, then I’ll do it.”

He snatches the canister from Kote’s hand, ignoring the other’s skeptical looks, and takes a large sip from the bottle. At first, it tasted like nothing. Then, bitterness sets in his mouth, almost acidic as it settles on his tongue. The gulps it down with the minimum of a grimace, before closing up the drink. The other vode stare at him, waiting for his reaction.

“So?” Ponds asks.

Fox looks down on the drink. “It’s good.”

“Let me try.”

Fox, at first, is perturbed when Bly holds out his hand to take the canister, but nonetheless hands it to him. Bly takes a swig from the bottle. He’s understandably more reactive, his entire face scrunching up as the alcohol pours down his mouth, but nonetheless he swallows it and gives a nod. “It’s kinda… weird.”

“What kind of weird?” Wolffe asks him.

“Pretty strong.”

Ponds grabs the canister when Bly offers it to him. He takes only a small sip of the drink before curling over and spitting it out. The group jumps up just as Ponds descends into a coughing fit. “Fucking karabast!” he yells out, not enough to alert the clones walking outside their room, but just loud enough to nearly cut off Fox’s ears. “That’s so gross!”

“You’re overreacting,” Fox tells him.

“It feels like my tongue became a pod racer,” Ponds gags. “How strong is that stuff?”

“Not that strong,” Bly says, ignoring what he had said earlier. He’s hiding a small laugh behind his hands.

“Bullshit.”

“Language,” Kote comments. He opens up his hand. “Hit me up.”

“I thought you wanted to be a goody-two-shoes and give it back,” Wolffe teases with a snarl.

“That was before I saw Ponds spit out his entire immune system,” Kote promptly replies. “Hand it over, vod’ika.”

Kote takes a large sip nearly as much as Fox did, and he too has barely any reaction to the liquor, only pulling his lips into a thin line at the taste. “So?” Ponds asks.

Kote shrugs. “It’s okay.” He tosses the bottle to Wolffe. “Your turn, ori’vod. See if you can hold it in.”

“Are you seriously making this a competition?” Fox asks, though judging Kote’s habits of being a competitive little shit, he’s not surprised.

“Course I am,” Kote says. “Drink it.”

Wolffe glares at him, the two ori’vode of the group already at each other’s throats, and he takes the largest swig out of all of them. As a result, he’s the one with nearly the strongest reaction, scowling to hold in his reaction before exhaling with a whistle. “Damn.”

“I win,” Kote says.

“No you didn’t,” Wolffe growls. “Fox’s the same as you.”

Fox could almost punch both Wolffe and Kote if the latter didn’t give him a glittering expression. “You still have those shot glasses you smuggled in, don’t you, Fox’ika?”

Ignoring the belittling nickname, Fox nods, though his poker face is only a few steps away from becoming a full-on grin. “I’ll fucking demolish you.”

“Language.”

By the end of the night, Fox’s chest is warm and his vision is dizzy, but for his first time being drunk, he’s doing surprisingly well. He had expected to black-out, but as it turns out his tolerance to alcohol was pretty decent, and he only slurred on one or two words. Ponds was passed out somewhere. He collapsed on the second shot glass ( Fox doesn’t even know why he continued drinking after his initial reaction to the taste ). Bly had become a lot more talkative ( horrifying ) and was super clingy to everyone, and was laying on Kote’s lap and giggling for no reason. Kote was doing fine. Either because he had good alcohol tolerance or because he wanted to be a little shit to everyone else. Wolffe had become loud, so much so that he had to be shushed by everyone whenever his voice was boisterous throughout the room, and he wraps his arms around Fox’s shoulders as he swayed to unheard music. Fox doesn’t push him off. If he did, Wolffe would fall off the pod bed and roll all the way down to the door like a bolo ball.

When they had finished the canister, Fox simply chucks it down the trash chute when it has exhausted its use. By that time, Bly had passed out, and the loud-ass Wolffe had begun to sober up. Fox chucks the latter one of the water bottles in their storage. “Drink it. It’ll stop you from having a hangover next morning.”

Wolffe raises an eyebrow at him. “You know a lot about alcohol, don’t you?”

Fox shrugs. “Eavesdropping is easy.”

“Ah.”

Wolffe tries to give him a Keldabe Kiss, but ends up bonking their heads lamely together hard enough for Fox’s teeth to chatter. Wolffe cackles at that. “Thanks for the drink, vod’ika.”

“Mhm.”

Fox is the last one awake out of all of them. Bly was tucked beneath Kote’s embrace with Ponds on the older’s other side. Wolffe was asleep in his own pod bed. Fox was at the edge of Wolffe’s pod, looking at his brothers, making sure all of them were asleep. He swears it’s the alcohol that’s making his chest burn and his features soften, not the sight of all of them together in one place. He swears on his life.

When he’s determined that none of them are awake, he sneaks out of the barracks. He comes back with another canister. He sits on his own bed, alone, and while he watches his own vode with careful eyes, he takes a swig of the alcohol.

The first time Fox tries alcohol alone, he’s around ten ( twenty ).

He’s alone in his quarters in the Senate towers of Coruscant, sitting by the window sill and drinking champagne. Assigned not to General Secura, or Skywalker, or Kenobi or Windu. Assigned to the Senate, to Chancellor Palpatine and the delegates of democracy, along with Thorn and a couple other brothers who he doesn’t know the names of. His batch doesn’t live with him — they live down at the Republic Military Base. Down over south, turquoise lights visible from the silhouette of its complex. He stares at it from afar, out the viewport that traps him in his quarters.

He pops off the cap of the bottle, and takes a swig of it. There’s no one around to ogle at him in shock, no one around to grab the bottle for their next turn. It’s just him. Alone.

When he’s done, he doesn’t grimace at the taste. It’s good. Bitter.

#tumblr do be ignoring italics huh #also sorry if this makes you uncomfortable dude!! if you don’t like it i could write another one for you!#wrote this based on last night cus i got drunk for the first time rip #also uh! if ur my age don’t do any of this! just don’t!#fox do be having alcoholic tolerance tho #star wars #sw #the clone wars #tcw #commander fox #reqs #writing tag #ask #m: sw #c: cdr. fox

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embeanwrites · 4 years

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Finding Home Gavin Reed x Reader

Chapter 15

Masterlist

Connor had driven me home after we finished the movie and now, I was laying in bed looking at my phone. I decided to send Gavin a text before heading to bed.

How’s burning the midnight oil with Nines?

lame, i wish i was with my cats

Me too lol

how was dinner

Pretty good, we watched Into the Spider-Verse after. Connor had never seen it!

i haven’t either

You’re joking, right? Is this the Jameson and Ginger Ale thing again?

i barely have time for new movies, let alone old ones

We’re watching it ASAP

lol ok pipsqueak

hey i have bad news

Damn, you couldn’t secure a place for the Dead Mom Society to meet? Or is the bakery out of chocolate chip cookies?

no i have to work through lunch on monday

What are you going to have for lunch then?

idk a pb&j from the breakroom

Would it ruin your “working through lunch” if I brought you lunch and we eat it in the breakroom?

nines wont be too happy

Tell him it’s revenge for lying and setting us up!

ok ill work on him and let u know

Awesome! Good luck saving the city tonight, Batman!

ur the biggest nerd ive ever met

yet for some reason i like u

Awwwwww you like me

…hm

Yeah, yeah I like you too

I gotta go to bed, talk to you later

Sleep tight, pipsqueak

I smiled at the screen for a moment, even if that nickname was rude and had started as an insult, it was his thing for me now. I'm an adult woman. A nickname shouldn't make me feel this giddy, but here I am, grinning at a now black phone screen, thinking about how he only grins and never smiles and how handsome it is when half his face scrunches up to accommodate those grins. I wonder if he's grinning now, a small one at his desk, maybe into a cup of coffee to hide it while he returns to his case files. I hope he's grinning, feeling like a stupid teenager. I hope he likes me as much as I'm starting to like him. I fell asleep soon after, thinking of what I should bring him for lunch, trying to guess what would surprise him most without being too flashy, what I could do to make him grin for me again.

I woke up the next morning around 10 am, and laid in bed for a moment questioning how necessary it was for me to get out of this nice warm cocoon of blankets, with the sunlight streaming in gently just out of my eyes, and sighed loudly when I remembered that it was indeed necessary that I get out of bed, as Tina would be here to pick me up at 11:30. I kicked the covers off, grabbing my phone off the charger and moving to sit on the edge of the bed to check it before truly getting up. The first notification was a text from Gavin, sent around 5 a.m.

u can come on monday probs around 11 bring whatever im not picky

Will do, Batman!

I turned on a throwback playlist while I got ready, a quick shower where I debated too long over shaving my legs before I actually did so, thinking about how Tina might have me try on a suit or dress for the wedding. I hadn't decided what I wanted to go for yet, hence the indecisiveness with the razor. Eventually I bit the bullet and just took the extra five minutes to shave just to the tops of my knees, not bothering with my thighs as I highly doubted I'd be wearing a mini dress to a formal event, though it might be fun to see how Gavin would react to more revealing clothes. I filed the thought away while I got out of the shower, toweling off and tying the towel around my hair and brushing my teeth. By the time I had thrown on a pair of well loved jeans and a plain tee, Tina was calling me, I answered and before I could even put the phone to my ear, I could hear music blaring in the background, and then Tina screamed "HERE BITCH!" and promptly hung up. I pocketed the phone, and hurried looking for my Birkenstocks, of course they weren't by the door, they were in front of the fridge, where I had stopped last night upon arriving home to grab some food before heading to bed. I slid the sandals on, stopping for a moment to grab two packets of the applesauce squeezies for a quick breakfast.

By the time I got to the car, Tina was listening to a different song, but the volume was the same, I'm sure my poor neighbors who were trying to sleep in on a Sunday morning were not very pleased. I opened the door and slid in, Tina turned the volume down. What a shame, she had excellent taste in music, ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ by Arctic Monkeys isn't a song you just turn down!

"Took you long enough!" She laughed, a smile stretching across her face.

"Shut up I couldn't find my shoes!" I shouted, holding up my feet and wiggling my toes in the most comfortable pair of shoes ever made. She looked at my feet and raised her eyebrows, snorting.

"Jesus Christ I’m a lesbian and I still wouldn’t wear those ugly ass shoes, (Y/n)!” I gasped and smacked her arm.

“You’re disrespecting your culture!” I shouted, as the car silently started and began to pull out into the street, heading towards the dress store. Tina just giggled and I huffed.

“For that, I’m not giving you the applesauce I brought for you.” I tore open the packets, double fisting them and squeezing all their contents into my mouth. Tina howled with laughter

“What are you, fucking two years old! I cannot believe you!”

“You’re just jealous that you aren’t as stylish as me and now I’ve had a healthy breakfast which I assume you didn’t as you were at the station all night. I was going to be a good, kind, maid of honor and offer you sustenance but if you disrespect the birks, you disrespect me.” I joked, crossing my arms and looking out the windshield past her.

“Oh my god my maid of honor is two years old!!”

“Hey! That’s uncalled for, I’m not a toddler, if anything I’m like a seven year old, I make sense but just barely.” I joked. She laughed and nodded.

“Still can’t buy booze.”

“That’s why there are other best people who are of age who can.”

There was a natural pause in the conversation, the song changed and we both listened for a moment before Tina turned to me, a devilish grin on her face making me nervous.

“What?”

“So, I noticed something strange at work last night.”

“Yeah, what did you notice?” I laughed.

“A certain someone kept texting on their phone and smiling AND Nines wasn’t giving them a hard time for being on their phone.” She smirked. “I thought the date went bad?”

“How do you even know it was me, future Detective Chen?”

“Well, I may have glanced over his shoulder at some point and saw your name.” I laughed.

“Tina! I was going to tell you. You didn’t have to spy on Gavin!” She laughed.

“It was the heat of the moment. I promise the next time I spy on him I won’t tell you.” I shoved her shoulder and we both laughed.

“Man, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” The automatic car pulled into the bridal shop and we both squealed, jumping out of the car and practically running inside.

"I win." Tina said smugly as she crossed the threshold of the store before me.

"Hey who's the kid now!"

Time went by fast in the shop, the consultants immediately brought us back to a sitting area, offering us complimentary champagne that we happily took. Our consultant, a happy-go-lucky android named Lance, brought out a selection of pantsuits for Tina to try, and offered excellent counsel on all of Tina's concerns. She wanted something elegant and more masculine. She tried a couple things before deciding pinstripe made her feel like a mobster and that white was definitely not her color. Lance was always smiling and laughing with them, not minding at all when they laughed at one of the options or didn't like what he had brought for her. He was very efficient in bringing options, and after three 'no's' he brought out a selection of black jackets and pants, assisting her in a pair of slim fit high waisted slacks with a center vertical pleat to help her look taller, a simple white dress shirt with a short popped collar, and a sleek black satin jacket, with a black lining. The fabric shone nicely in the light, a little bit of a sparkle in the thread. She looked gorgeous, and I could tell she felt it too, the way her eyes shone a bit, and her cheeks flushed, though she would probably blame that on the champagne if I brought it up later.

“You should try on some bridesmaids’ dresses. I’ve got my suit and now I want to judge others!” Tina plopped down on the couch next to me and took my champagne from me.

"You haven't even decided on the style you want! Are you matching both bridal parties? Doesn't Valerie have a say in it then!" I squawked, reaching for the champagne flute she'd stolen from me.

"We actually have talked about it, and we decided that as long as everyone has blush pink or yellow in their outfit, whatever style they want is best. It eliminates the drama and keeps our wedding day happy." Tina said, tipping her head back and downing my champagne in one big gulp. I smacked her arm.

"Ah, I'd be happy to help you find a dress Miss. (L/N)." Lance offered, moving to sit next to me and offered out his hand, images of dresses popping up on his hand.

"What are you thinking Miss (L/N)? Would you prefer the blush tone or yellow?" Lance asked, looking at my face instead of his hand.

"Ah, blush please." I requested.

"Not a problem, it's a popular color so we have a lot of options. Now, what style cut do you like?" I looked at him like a fish out of water.

"I'm not sure, what do you think would look best, Lance?" He smiled, before pulling up a couple of images on his hand and explaining the styles and what design choices would flatter my features. I nodded, and he guided me back to the dressing room.

"I'm going to run and grab some of the options we discussed Miss. (L/N)." He told me, before shutting the door. He knocked when he returned about five minutes later, hanging six dresses on the wall for me. "When you're ready, join us in the showing room, and we can adjust the fit and see what the bride thinks." He told me. I shouted 'Thanks!' through the door before turning to decide which dress I wanted to try first.

“Wow.” I murmured looking at myself in the mirror. From the tag on the dress I learned it’s a ‘long chiffon dress with halter neckline.’ I didn’t really understand what any of those words meant, but this dress was…amazing. It made me feel like a goddamn princess.

“What’s taking so long!” I heard Tina shout.

“Give me a minute, you drunk!” I walked out of the dressing room, towards where Tina was sitting.

“Holy shit.” I laughed and spun around.

“It’s pretty good, right?” She got up and walked towards me.

“You’re getting this one. No question. I’m not letting you leave without it!”

“Are you sure? I can try a light-yellow dress if you want.”

“No, this one is perfect.” She smashed her cheek on mine and we both looked at ourselves in the mirror. I was smiling so wide my face was starting to hurt. She quickly grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of us, and I laughed.

“Tina!”

“What! I want to remember this moment.” She kissed my cheek. “I can’t wait to come back here with you when Gavin proposes.” She teased, causing you to laugh.

“We’ve gone on one date! How much champagne have you had?” She shook her head.

“Just three glasses, I’m drunk on happiness! Come on, change back and buy that dress!” I laughed and walked back to the changing room. I picked up my phone and saw Tina had sent me the picture already. Smiling, I sent the picture to my dad.

Got my dress for the wedding!

Beautiful kiddo!

#gavin reed x reader #gavin reed #detroit become human #tina chen #dbh #hank anderson #x reader

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ohwereusingourmadeupnames · 4 years

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all of who does what for Thunderstruck Starker

Wah, nonnie - this made my day! Thunderstruck is one of my favorite verses. If you haven’t read it, head over to AO3 to catch up with the entire series.

For those of us that are lazy, the general gist is this: they are mechanics in a soulmate verse where pairs can hear the music their other half is listening to in their head. Peter is deaf, so it takes an alternate listening method for them to find each other. Life together ensues.

Send me a ship & a prompt/au situation/idea and I’ll tell you who does what -

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: Tony is perpetually distracted. There are always designs in his head, or the song lyrics to the last song he heard on the radio. Since he’s so used to being in his own shop where everything does exactly what he wants it to, he doesn’t bother looking at a door when he comes to an unfamiliar one. It takes him walking into several before he thinks that maybe he should take his head out of his ass and be present. The fact that Peter doesn’t tell him before he walks into said doors is a sore spot for the two of them - though, it’s easy for Tony to laugh when he sees the sheer delight on Peter’s face. Both of them are very familiar with the sign for jackass for a reason.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: It starts to happen unconsciously. Peter is so distracted in class one day, he lets his mind focus on the music he can hear there, Tony obviously in the shop working, the AC/DC blaring a sure fire sign of that. He’s missing half the lecture, but that never seems to matter - his note taker is thorough and they haven’t touched a topic he doesn’t know thoroughly, yet. When everyone starts to get up at the end of class, he sees the hearts and they’re initials all locked together - the doodles mixing in with the song lyrics he hears over the course of the hour. At the end of the semester, his notebook is filled more with doodles and the many ways he figures out how to put Mr. Peter Stark down on paper - bubble letters and all.

Who starts the tickle fights: A lot of times, neither of them plan to start the tickle wars that have been known to go on for days. There is a lot of finger spelling going on in bed, neither man willing to break away long enough to get a sign out, so the tangibility of the letters and symbols on skin becomes the easiest way for either of them to get their point across. Sometimes, when Tony is lounging on the couch with Peter’s head in his lap, it’s easy to get lost tracing long planes of smooth skin - his fingertips now pretty familiar with the territory. The touches that bring out the sounds Peter is so sparing with are repeated until a hand is batting his away and his soulmate is starting to retaliate. One time, they spent three days getting each other into situations where they could tickle the hell out of the other. When it’s Peter that starts it, Tony tries to ignore the tingling sensation racing across his skin - but he can’t, he’ll never be able to. By the time Peter is finding all of the good spots, Tony is on his knees - Peter’s cock usually filling him while fingers wonder.

Who starts the pillow fights: Tony is a ninja when it comes to his pillow throwing skill. The longer he’s with Peter, the more creative he has to become to get the man’s attention. Sometimes, he just doesn’t want to get up off his chair, so he’ll chuck a pillow or throw the nearest soft thing he can reach. Peter always looks over at him with the slightest bit of irritation in his eye - like he’s worth more than the toss of a pillow. Which is exactly right. Tony usually gets up and gives him a kiss, the intended interaction sitting on hold until they come up for air. Peter is stealth with his attacks and usually uses Tony’s never ending need to never have the other mad at him to his advantage. He’ll slam the pillow against Tony’s face when he comes in for a ‘I’m sorry’ hug and then it’s all out war. Tony is never one to back down from a challenge - even if he’s the one dropping the initial gauntlet.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile: Peter’s never been the best sleeper. It’s a little better now that Tony is around, but he’s still not that great at it. There are times when he can get right to sleep, usually when he’s spent and coming down from the fifth orgasm - and there are other times when he startles himself awake, or sits just at the edge of consciousness, his brain never quite hurtling over the peak of true rest. After realizing just how cute Tony looks when he’s slowly drifting off to sleep, Peter lets the sleeplessness aid him in watching Tony in the most unguarded moments the man will ever have. The older man does a really good job of taking care of him - but, it’s nice to see the softer side, too.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning: In their new home in Cambridge, Tony installs a microwave that doesn’t beep - because Peter can’t hear it, anyway. Instead, the lights attached to it flash. Tony is free to make whatever noises he likes, but he respects Peter’s needs, too. He comes to find that the flash of light is much nicer, more peaceful.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines: Always Tony. There’s like an innate feature within him that makes him feel the need to always be making lame jokes. It’s not with everyone, either. He’s stonewall with Steve and Bucky and the slightest bit affectionate with Happy - but he’s not out to impress them. No, he wants Peter’s attention on him, anything that will earn him that beaming smile. So, he makes puns and silly jokes - especially overtly lame and outlandish pick up lines. Literally anything Tony can do to get Peter to whole heartedly laugh, he’s is going to do it.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order: Tony’s office space is meticulous, but there aren’t a lot of text books to speak of. The technologically brained man likes to keep all of his needed information on the tablet he keeps with him. Peter, on the other hand, is all about the tangibility of turning pages and taking notes - he catches grief about it from the older man constantly. The bookcase they built together houses all of Peter’s books, including the fantasy novels that he’s so very fond of. The books are sorted not only by alphabetical name, but by genre and subject matter, too. He likes to be organized, it helps.

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies: Peter’s not shy about his appetite, no matter how much he’s consumed in the small window of time he’s been eating. There are times when Tony has to limit his time in the kitchen when they’re baking - more of the stuff in the bowl makes it into Peter’s mouth than into the pan. There’s no chiding about raw eggs or sickness - Tony likes the fact that Peter is all over the brownie batter. When he kisses him later, Peter tastes sweet, the slightest hint of chocolate there and steadily present the entire time they press their lips together.

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion: Every time they eat food is a special occasion - though, they don’t always mark it as such. Aunt May is pretty consistent about the little care packages she sends him and the one he receives right before Christmas is stuffed to the gils with decorations and silly trinkets - long red candles included. For the three weeks it takes them to burn down to nothing, Peter and Tony eat their meals by candle light. Peter mentions how much they enjoyed them to May, so there’s a new set of them in every single package she sends his way from then on out.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen: Tony is terribly needy right around the time Peter starts to study for something. It’s like a sixth sense - he’s not seeing dead people, but he sure as hell is being distracting, his need for attention never ceasing. That is, of course, until he discovers just how good Peter’s skin looks with blue pen on it. Study sessions get a little easier after that, though Peter sacrifices his right arm for the sake of furthering his knowledge. The cuter ones, he doesn’t wash off right away - he lets the blue ink stick around until it fades naturally.

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation: Peter usually brings back postcards. What do you buy a man that could have anything he pleased in an airport gift shop? He decides that a marker of where he was traveling would be the best idea, so he sticks to it. The one time the Atlanta airport is out of postcards, he grabs a magnet instead. It becomes a thing to see where Tony proudly displays them after that.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines: Neither of them - they don’t need any further proof about how perfectly meant to be they are.

#starker #peter parker/tony stark #tony stark/peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #thunderstruck #deaf peter #mechanic tony #mechanic peter #ask prompts #prompts #au prompts #au #my series #series #ironspider

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latin-dr-robotnik · 4 years

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5, 17 and 20 :D

5. what is your favorite overused trope?

I did give some insight to some of my favs previously, but I have more! This one I don’t know how much it’s getting overused right now outside of videogames playing as straight as it gets, but I’m also a biiiiiiig sucker for the villain’s theme playing in the background. From Eggman’s theme loudly blasting in SA1, to Aaravos’ theme playing in every single damn mirror scene (it’s so fucking good, I tell you), I actually have come to expect this shit in games :P

17. are there any tropes you wished were used less often?

Okay, okay. I think I’m talking too soon for this one, but fuck The Chosen One™. Like, I do enjoy it for the most part (after all, I’m a big ATLA and Sonic fan, and if you start picking my videogame tastes you’ll find lots of cases as well), but recently I’ve been watching stuff like Blood of Zeus and couldn’t stop rolling my eyes at Heron. Bitch, I ain’t here for that “chosen one” lame-ass protagonist, I wanna see the Olympus drama unfold, I want to see them gods and demigods comment on the general situation at hand (not unlike Castlevania did in S3), fight for power (the actual Zeus-Hera power struggle is resolved in a really lame way if you ask me, and then they have the nerve to throw Hades into the mix.)

Even some games I played this year like Assassin’s Creed Origins started pissing me off with some of the chattery. Although in that game’s case I guess there’s a pretty nice subversion. I don’t know, I felt like this year I experienced more tiresome examples of both chosen ones and the hero’s journey, and my patience ran dry. Of course it’s not like I want all media to become Spec Ops The Line (”do you feel like a hero yet? This is all your fault”), but give me a fucking break.

20. name a song that reminds you heavily of a specific fandom or character.

I wonder if this is cheating, but I can’t listen to Nightcall without thinking of Ryan Gosling’s “Driver” character. It’s funny, I knew the song way before actually watching the movie that featured it in the first place, but my goodness, that moment when he turns off the light in sync with the music is forever engraved in my mind as the coolest shit I’ve ever seen.

(Holy shit Drive is turning 10 next year, and I’m still not over that magnificent opening sequence. Both the movie and that song in particular influenced a lot of my 2010s, especially when I was at the peak of my Hotline Miami fanboy years)

#ask latin dr robotnik #ask meme #beevean #i'm trying so hard to not lean on music tropes too much haha #i can't help myself but bringing them up

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shinyzacian · 5 years

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my thoughts on pokemon sword (and shield but like i got sword so thats where my game experience comes from) now that ive finished the game

there be spoilers below! this a really really long post too btw

first of all, omg. that was really fun actually?? i went into it expecting something awful and just a clear cash grab (but i bought it bc the pokemon company owns my soul and i’m obligated to buy a game every gen) but it was actually really well made.

there was a lot of really nice things and little details in this game that really made it a masterpiece in some regards. you can just SEE the love and care that was put into it. it breaks my heart that they obviously wanted to make something amazing but a lot of that potential got cut short by the producers/overseers.

the colors were brighter and richer than the other models on the 3ds

the backgrounds were more detailed and actually looked like real areas you could get to

the wild area. holy shit the wild area.

some of the new move animations were really cool to watch, like pyro ball

this is controversial but i really like the interesting evolution methods?? it’s new and fresh, and you get a feeling of accomplishment once you actually evolve something

the moveable camera in the wild area was awesome

pokemon in the overworld was AMAZING. and TERRIFYING when a galvantula runs at you at breakneck speed. but it was so cute to see them just out there living their life.

textures were another hit or miss thing, but i liked most of them. some of the pokemon looked glossy, or fuzzy, or partly transparent, or matte.

the little details that didnt really add anything but once you noticed them were kinda cool to find, like square shinies or marks or ribbons (i know ribbons are an old thing but the phrases that they add)

i liked that the crowds sing along sometimes

the camping feature was adorable. ive always wanted nintendogs: pokemon version and this allowed me to live out my dreams

cooking reminded me of making poffins so thats 10 points to gryffindor

DARK !!! TYPE!!! GYM LEADER!!!!!!!! i love piers and he is ABSOLUTELY MY TYPE

actually all the character designs were really good? i loved all the gym leaders. opal was pretty cool. i love raihan he’s hilarious. melony is pretty. i would marry piers.

bede is perfect. love that babby. a good asshole rival. i also like that they showed a more masculine person as a fairy (typically feminine-like) trainer. also also i headcanon that he/they is/are nonbinary bc i crave representation

i will protect hop with my life. they really made him go through a crisis and i felt so bad when i whooped his ass :( first time ive ever felt bad for winning a pokemon battle.

no unnecessary legendaries! all of them had actual importance to the plot and there werent 400 of them

some of the pokemon designs were good, and some were outright amazing. you look at me in the eye and tell me you dont love dreepy? that eternatus isnt badass as fuck? that applin isnt adorable as shit? that you wouldnt murder for snom? thats right motherfucker

music and ambient sounds are so good. sometimes the music cuts out in the wild area at night and all you hear are the background noises and your own footsteps ans THATS the good shit

toby fox made a song in it if that doesnt convince you the music is good idk what will

slumbering weald (the song and place) makes me feel emotions i didnt know i had. so pretty. 2nd fav pokemon song.

zacian and zamazenta were SO COOL and that final fight against eternatus made me fucking ascend i loved it

character customaziation was off the shits for this one

league cards are cool as fuck and i wish i had a real one of mine

there were some things that were just. a miss.

some of the animations were. lackluster to say the least. double kick (just bouncing in place) vs pyro ball (actually ppicking a pebble up and tossing it until it becomes a flaimg ball) was painfully obvious

textures were either really good or blurry and offset (ex: the tree everyone always talks about)

i wish there were more ways to play with pokemon when you camped. i wish there were more toys than there are and i wish i could pet my pokemon. that was one thing i really enjoyed about pokemon amie

this game is LAGGY AS SHIT if you are connected to the internet. it freezes my switch sometimes. literally cannot handle it in the wild area. and i thought sun and moon were bad.

why. in the FUCK would they get rid of the gts. literally why. y-comm sucks some major butthole and is slow as shit. surprise trade is just wonder trade with a different name and is slower

y comm never works for raid battles. ever.

why does card trading disrupt whatever you’re doing but surprise trades dont???

why were moves cut. what the fuck.

some of the towns felt so tiny. ballonlea was gorgeous but it was a pokemon center a gym and like 2 houses. they could have made that so much more amazing but it was cut short again!!

most pokemon designs were good but eiscue or whatever that penguin thing is is an atrocity and i dont like it :( which is weird bc i like most mons

they didnt really seem like pokemon designs?? having like a gen1 next to a gen8 was pretty jarring. this is just a matter of taste so dont yell at me

everything is excruciatingly linear. the wild area feels like the only area you can actually explore. everything else feels like a hallway and this was especially evident when in the mines. there was no sense of adventure or mystery like in early gens

the story was pretty cut and dry even for a pokemon game. chairman rose was lame and it felt like they never really explained the macro cosmos thing

i wish theyd let you figure out more things on your own. it felt like they didnt listen to “show, dont tell” advice

my team was cinderace (azzie), dragapult (baby), bolthund (jax), corviknight (berdly), eldegoss (flowey), and obstagoon (nightshade).

overall, it was pretty hit or miss, but when it hit, it hit HARD. do i recommend this game? whether youre a casual fan or hardcore or wanna get into pokemon, yeah. it had less handholding than before but enough to let newcomers know what to do. is it worth $60? maybe. that depends on how much enjoyment you get from it. main storyline is short but theres plenty of other things to keep your attention.

my final rating: 7 outta 10. it’s a good game.

#vee says stuff #pokemon spoilers #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield spoilers #pokemon swsh spoilers #sorry i just had words to say but nobody to listen #i got a lot of feelings about swsh. its very hit or miss.#pokemon sword and shield #i tried to get as many tags as possible on this so ppl who dont wanna be spoiled wont be

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bvidzsoo · 6 years

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Come Around

Author: bvidzsoo

Warnings: smut, light swearing

Pairing: Kim Minseok x female reader

Word count: 8, 125

Summary: You get a new job at a high school, becoming the homeroom teacher of the senior class majoring in literature. But what happens if you go clubbing the night before school, and without knowing, you sleep with your student?

A/N: Ay, I said this teacher x student AU was coming...with a little bit of smut too, hehe. Tell me your thoughts, don’t be shy!

They say kids are happy when they go back to school...or that teachers love their job and their students as well. Sure, I love my students for a week and after that, all I wish for is to never see them again. Going to school is no easy business and it’s so funny how kids think our job is the best. It’s not good, I have to wake up at six in the morning, try and look somewhat alive and on top of that, I gotta act all day like I’m having the best day of my life.

So that’s why tonight I’m going to party hard and tomorrow go to school like a responsible adult I am. Note that sarcasm here, please, I can’t wait to get wasted.

I parked my car and got out, pulling my extremely short skirt lower, making sure it hid whatever I didn’t want the world to see. Getting my purse, I locked my car and headed towards the entrance of the club, greeting the guard with a smile as he opened the door for me to enter. What a gentleman, or maybe he’s like that because we went to high school together and knowns me, who knows. The club was filled with sweaty people as I arrived kinda late and I had to push my way around the crowd to get to my friends. They were gathered at a table, most of them already lost in the crowd or somewhere at the bar.

“Hey!” I shouted over the loud music, smiling at everyone that was still at the table.

“Hi!” My friend waved at me enthusiastically as she came up to me, big grin on her face.

“Yeri, how drunk are you?” I chuckled as I side hugged her and threw my purse and coat on the sofa, looking around.

“Just a little bit?” She pursed her lips, eyes narrowed as she took in my outfit. The black dress was body tight and one sidded off shoulder, let’s not forget that too short for my comfort but tonight we don’t give a crap.

“Definitely getting fucked tonight” Yeri muttered with a grimace and I laughed, entwining her arm with mine.

“How about we get some drinks?” I grinned as Yeri only laughed.

“But you didn’t say no...about getting layed tonight”

“Because you are right” I laughed as she shook her head at me, pushing a guy away that was in our way. He was tall and his laugh was louder than the music as he was clutching his stomach. Something his friend told him must have been really funny. The guy he was with was a lot shorter than him and his already narrowed eyes were invisible as he was laughing as well, gummy smile on his lips.

“Assholes, go laugh somewhere else!” Yeri shouted as I pulled her away, laughing as well.

“Calm your titts woman, we might get thrown out because of you” I glared at her once we got to the bar and she just rolled her eyes, leaning against it.

“They wouldn’t dare” She muttered and I chuckled after asking for five shots and a cocktail.

“I would dare, so they would definitely too” I snickered when Yeri huffed defeated and stole one of my shots.

“Hey, that’s mine!” I glared at her as I downed two, one after the other. The taste was bitter as it travelled down my neck and I welcomed it.

“Can’t let you drink without me” Yeri chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

“You are already drunk” I downed another one “And I’m not”

“Yet” Yeri smirked as I drank the last shot and took my cocktail, flashing her a smirk.

“Someone is right for once” I winked at her, taking her hand as we made our way back to the table.

“I’m always right” I just laughed, throwing her an incredulous look as she just scoffed.

“Is it clever getting drunk?” She asked as we arrived to the sofa and I eyed her.

“Why?”

“You have school tomorrow”

“And you don’t?” I asked with a laugh and Yeri slumped on the sofa, throwing me a glare.

“I only start classes at ten, your first class is homeroom and you don’t want to be late on your first day in this school” Yeri pursed her lips and I rolled my eyes as I sipped my cocktail. The alcohol was already kicking in and I was welcoming it happily.

“Are you going to sit there all night or come and dance with me?” I raised my eyebrows as Yeri grinned at stood up, pulling me into the crowd of dancing bodies.

With the passing of time I lost track of how many shots I had downed or with how many guys I danced. To say the least, they were way too out of my league and it was better to just dance with Yeri, knowing that she wasn’t trying to rape me. But still, somehow, this guy got behind me and at first I was just minding my business and so was he, but somehow, we ended up dancing together and he seemed pretty good in what he was doing. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he guided our movements to the music, grinding his hips hard against my ass. I didn’t mind, too drunk to actually care about the slight hardness poking me but still not so drunk to not be curious of his face too.

As another song was playing, the DJ just changed it, I took my chance and turned around, flashing him a drunk smile. His narrowed, cat like eyes, roamed my whole face before a smirk fell on his petite looking lips.

“What a doll face we have here” He muttered as he leaned close to my ear and in my drunken state I couldn’t help but giggle.

“You don’t look bad yourself either!” I yelped back when he landed his hand hard on my ass, almost like he spanked it. He just threw back his head and laughed, lips forming a gummy smile that looked quite innocent compared to the look in his eyes. Feeling confident, I grinded up on him, feeling the music and him. He must have liked that a lot as he started matching my movement and sneaked his other hand on my ass too, gazing deeply into my eyes. I was getting hot all over, and it wasn’t the hotness of the club anymore, this man in front of me was making me go jelly. And the alcohol must have helped a lot too, but I couldn’t deny that I actually felt attracted to him.

“Do I get a name?” He leaned down once again, close to my ear as his hot breath hit my ear.

“Not before I get yours” I sassed back with a smirk and he smirked again, shaking his head a little bit.

“I will tell you if you follow me” There was a glint in his eyes and I bit my lip, hoping he was actually thinking about what I was. Getting laid tonight sounds perfect right now.

“Imma grab my purse first” I winked at him and he nodded eagerly, intertwining our fingers as I started pushing through the crowd, trying to get to my table as fast as possible. Yeri was making out with a guy that came with us and I nudged her leg after I got my purse. She looked up startled, her eyes narrowing when they fell on the guy behind me.

“I’m leaving!” I told her as I bent slightly so that she could hear me better.

“With him?” Her eyebrows rose as she threw a glance at the guy again. I nodded my head with a grin and Yeri huffed, lips pursed.

“I think I have seen him somewhere before!” I rolled my eyes at her words and straightened back up, blowing her a kiss as we made our way to the exit. The guy was typing away on his phone as we walked and I tried reading the words but they blended together as my brain still wasn’t clear of the alcohol I decided to drink.

“Did you come by a car?” Was the first thing he asked as we stepped outside. The cool air hit me hard and I shivered a little, squinting my eyes as I tried making out my car.

“Yeah...but we are drunk both and we aren’t going to drive” I muttered, ears still ringing from the loud music from inside the club.

“Don’t worry, I already took care of that” He chuckled amused, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket “My friend will be our valet tonight...and he’s clean, he doesn’t like alcohol”

“What a nice guy” I muttered and the guy grinned before taking a step towards me, eyes narrowing.

“So, what’s your name again?”

“I didn’t hear you telling me yours” I smirked at the guy and he chuckled amused, brushing a finger against his jaw as he eyed me up and down.

“What a sassy one we have here” I smirked, raising my eyebrows expectantly “I’m Minseok...but it’s Minseok oppa to you”

“Oppa?” I laughed loudly, my head turning dizzier “How can you know you are older?”

“You don’t look older than me for sure” He shrugged and I took a second to take in his all glory and realized maybe he is actually right. He does look around twenty three or perhaps more. Besides, it’s just a one night stand, calling him oppa for a night, even if I am older, won’t kill anyone.

“Well, I’m Y/N” I muttered, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. Minseok’s black hair fell in his eye handsomely and I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl” I would have laughed at his attempt of lame flirting if it wouldn’t have been for the sudden proximity. I tilted my head, eyes on his lips as he leaned down but a loud voice interrupted up.

“Hyung, keep it in your pants until we get to the apartment” And the next second Minseok was pulled away, being dragged by a black haired guy. “Stop dragging me around, you crackhead” Minseok hissed, punching the guy in the shoulder. He scoffed and then looked at me.

“Great, so he’s taking you home? Where’s your car?” He asked quite boredly and I threw my keys at him, pointing a finger towards my blue car. The guy just sighed as he unlocked it and we sat inside, Minseok beside me in the backseat, one hand on my bare thigh as he traced it with his finger.

“Rules, no making out in the car or even thinking about doing anything dirty or I will throw you out. And you can’t fuck anywhere else except your room, hyung...got it?” The guy threw us a murderous look that looked weird on his soft features and Minseok beside me laughed.

“Don’t worry and just start the car, Jongdae” The friend did as told, Jongdae, and carefully pulled out the parking lot.

“I guess I will be crashing over at Irene…” Jongdae muttered more to himself, a tired sigh leaving his lips.

“You are guessing really well” Minseok said with a smirk, glancing down at me with mischief and I could only giggle at him.

The door wasn’t fully opened yet and Minseok’s hungry lips were already on mine. They tasted like cherry and some bad alcohol but they did their job right as I finally managed to get inside as he pushed me. My hands were in an instant on the collar of his leather jacket, feeling it for a few seconds before I pushed them off, kissing back just as roughly as Minseok was. Minseok took my purse out of my hands and threw it somewhere in the room, a loud thud following it. He was already reaching for the zipper of my dress as I pressed open mouthed kisses against the smooth skin of his neck, feeling up his well defined abs underneath his t-shirt.

“Wait until you see them, doll face” He smirked as he successfully pulled the zipper down and I pulled away to push the dress down, Minseok bit his lip as he watched me.

“I’m not going naked alone, so you better make those go” I raised an eyebrow as I eyed his fully clothed body and Minseok laughed as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing those abs I felt a few minutes ago. They made my mouth water and fingers itch to scratch them. Next were his pants as he threw them on the floor and without warning, he lunged at me like I was some prey. I gasped as he lifted me up, my legs securing around his hips as he smirked at me. I leaned down and captured his lips but didn’t let him take over as I gripped his neck firmly and pushed his lips open. As he sat on the bed, with me in his lap, I pushed my tongue inside his mouth, licking furiously as Minseok groaned. His hands were firm on my hips as he grinded me against his clothed member and I moaned into his mouth when he pushed it more against my core, which was starting to ache for attention. One hand travelled down from his neck and slowly traced his firm chest until I reached his abs and made sure to trail my nails against them. Minseok groaned this time more lowly, unclasping my bra as he pulled away from the sloppy kiss. I was panting as I threw my bra on the floor somewhere behind me and Minseok threw a single glance at my breasts before diving in, and taking one erect bud into his mouth. I moaned, fisting his black hair as he moved his tongue in a circular motion, sucking sometimes, only to bite lightly at it. He gripped my other breast with his hand and give it a hard squeeze as he sucked hard on the other one and I couldn’t control the loud moan leaving my mouth. His mouth felt like heaven and his hand was close to that too. With a last suck he pulled back from my breast and before he could take the other bud too in his mouth, I pushed him down, his chest falling up and down as he looked at me. My panties were already stained and his briefs weren’t doing better either. Licking my lips, I leaned down and gave small licks to his well defined abs as Minseok threw his head back and took loud breaths through his mouth. Pecking each ab lightly, I gripped the waistband of his briefs before yanking them down. At the sudden cool air, Minseok’s head shoot up and he threw me a smirk before I ducked my head, blowing cold air on the tip of his manhood. Minseok breath hitched and without waiting another second, I gave it a small lick, hearing him mutter something lowly. With a quiet chuckle, I took the tip in my mouth, licking it in a circular motion before slowly making my way lower, taking more of his manhood in my mouth. Minseok’s head was thrown back, pressed into the mattress underneath him as one hand fisted my hair. I chuckled, sending vibrations, as I started sucking on his shaft while slowly bobbed my head, enjoying the groans he couldn’t keep in. I licked all the way up, sucking on his tip harshly as Minseok suddenly pulled me up.

“Fuck” He said while breathing heavily and I smirked at him but before I could react, my panties were pulled down by him and he flipped us around. I stared up at him expectantly and decided to play with him a little.

“What? Did oppa decide to back out now?” Minseok laughed as he leaned over me, reaching for a condom in his bedside table.

“Doll face, it would be a pity to back out right now” He kept eye contact with me as he rolled up the condom on his manhood and I spread my legs slowly, raising my eyebrows.

“Really? Why don’t you show me?” I bit my lower lip and Minseok’s eyes seemed to narrow more as they were almost black. Without a warning, he pushed inside me and the breath got caught in my throat at the sudden stretch.

“You’ll never get a one night stand like me for sure” He said with a smug smirk as he pulled out, hands at each side of my head and I chuckled, trying hard not to moan as he slowly pushed in, letting me feel all his manhood. But words were quickly forgotten as he started moving his hips harder, faster and hands gripping my hips to the point it would bruise. My back arched trying to help him out with his thrusts as my hips moved along with his. He took one of my legs and raised it to his waist as he started pounding faster into me, making my moans fall louder. His eyes were narrowed as his thrusts felt calculated and powerful, eyes never leaving my face. I leaned up a little bit and bit his lower lip, pulling on it harshly, bruising it when I sucked harder, as he hit the sweet spot.

“What a lucky guy I am” He chuckled and buried his face in my neck, sucking hard as he kept pounding into that spot repeatedly, my eyes clenched closed as moans left my lips. Everything felt too good, like I was on cloud nine. I hooked my other leg around his waist too, connecting them, and lifted my hips faster as the tension started building in my stomach. Small groans were falling from Minseok’s lips as he was breathing onto my collarbones and my hand fisted his hair as he started circling his hips, his thrusting getting harder as he made sure to pull out almost until the tip and push fully back. His member was pulsing inside of me and my walls started clenching around him as we both got closer to our highs.

“Minseok” I moaned into his ear as one rather hard thrust made me come undone, and Minseok quickened his pace again, chasing his high as well. As he cumed too, he didn’t stop his harsh movements, making my lower region ache. I pushed his face a little away and looked into his eyes as his movements started slowing until they came to a halt.

“What a one night stand” He chuckled as he finally pulled out and I stared up at his white ceiling, trying hard to catch my breath. He got rid of the condom before crawling back on his bed. I felt his eyes on my profile and I turned towards him, blinking at him blankly.

“I’ll be out in five minutes, just let me catch my breath” I muttered, trying not to look at his inviting lips.

“Sure” Minseok shrugged, pulling the blankets over our naked bodies “But don’t trash the apartment on your way out, please, it’s Jongdae’s”

“Okay” I muttered, closing my eyes as the warmness provided by the blanket enveloped me. But I should have known not to close my eyes even for one minute, because before I could even open them, I was out cold, dreaming about unicorns that wouldn’t let me teach my students.

I groaned as I felt someone shifting beside me, since when does someone sleep beside me? The foreign scent in the room made my head dizzy as I licked my dry lips, trying to sit up. Last night’s events started running through my mind and my eyes widened when I realized I had fallen asleep in this Minseok guy’s bed. Holding my breath, I slowly turned my head in his direction, thankful that he was still asleep. The rais of sun enlightened his milky back, his face turned towards me looked soft, innocent. Staring at his face for longer, I realized he didn’t really look that old, I’m definitely older. Rolling my eyes at my stupidity of falling for his lies, I looked around searching for a clock. I mean, it was only a one night stand, who cares if I actually called him oppa or not.

The second my eyes fell on the clock, my heart almost leaped out of my chest as the clock read, 7:30. Quickly scrambling out of the bed, I tried to remain as quiet as possible as I dressed up, swearing quietly when I stubbed my toe in the doorframe. Closing his door behind me quietly, I quickly ran through his living room, going to the hall for my high heels.

“Good morning” I flinched at the loud voice, my heart stopped for a second.

“Uh” I looked at the dark haired boy who had a grin on his face “Morning...Jongdae”

“You remembered!” He beamed at me as he was clutching something in his left hand.

“Of course, so imma go now I’m really late to my job…” I opened the front door as Jongdae’s eyes widened and mouth opened to say something “But have a nice day!”

“Wait--”

But Jongdae was long forgotten as I raced down the stairs, waiting for the elevator would taken too long and I’m already dead meat since I will definitely be late. I have no idea in what part of the city I am. I have to go home, shower, change and put some make up on then rush to school. That is impossible in ten minutes, God you really need to help me right now.

Once I got to the parking lot, I took a minute to unlock my car as my head decided to get dizzy that second. I groaned, hoping it stops by the time I get home, I have kids to teach today.

As I was driving, I heard the faint ringtone of my phone. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked to the passenger seat where I usually keep my purses. To my horror, it wasn’t there and I almost slammed on the breaks in the middle of the busy road when I realized the thing Jongdae was clutching in his left hand was my purse. How could I forget it! I wanted to bang my head hard against the steering wheel as a light hit red and now I’m sure I will definitely be late to my first class. I turned around to still pick up my phone, and I found it on the floor, almost underneath the driver’s seat. It must have fallen out when Jongdae drove us to their apartment. I quickly re-dialed the number that has been calling me for the past ten minutes.

“Bae Y/N!” Yeri hollered into the phone just as the light turned green and I flinched.

“Please, speak normally my head is already pounding” I sighed, speeding up as this part of the road was quite empty.

“What do you mean?” Yeri took in a sharp breath of air “Don’t tell me you aren’t ready yet…”

“I accidentally stayed for the night” I muttered, parking the car as quickly as I could.

“Bae Y/N!” Yeri once again hollered and I rolled my eyes, locking my car as I ran inside the building, greeting the old cleaning lady who eyed me skeptically.

“I fell asleep accidentally and woke up late, thanks god I still woke up--”

“This is your first day and you are already late--”

“Look, I know” I rolled my eyes, hissing when I missed the keyhole “And you pressuring me isn’t doing much good, so yes, I will be late but I’m trying my best. See you in school, Yeri”

“You are unbelievable” Yeri muttered as I quickly hang up, running to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

After getting ready, I regretted not being able to wash my hair as well, I placed on light makeup to try and look like I don’t just have a hangover. I pulled my hair in a high ponytail after placing some red lipstick on my lips. I ran to my room and opened my closet, thanking god that I actually prepared my outfit two days ago. I quickly took my white shirt on and pulled on the red pencil skirt up, zipping it up at the back, checking if the slit was at the centre. I took my bag full with the things I’d need for today and quickly drank my coffee, taking on my red high heels. I stopped in front of the door, quickly doing the buttons to my shirt before opening the door and locking it as I hurried towards the elevator almost knocking into my neighbor.

“Careful” The tall man with sharp eyes chuckle when I almost fell.

“Yeah, I wish but I’m in a hurry” I muttered, quickly walking inside the elevator as Sehun followed me, dressed in his black suit like always.

“I can see that” He threw me a glance after the elevator doors closed and I realized I wasn’t exactly fully dressed.

“Oh god” I groaned a little embarrassed and Sehun chuckle, averting his eyes from me. I quickly tucked in the shirt and patted down the skirt, making sure it was okay.

“Let me help you” Sehun took the bag from my hands and I flashed him a grateful smile as I pulled on my black coat, adjusting the collar.

“Thanks Sehun, you are a lifesaver” I muttered, taking the bag back.

“I’ve been told that a few times” He threw me a cheeky smile and a laugh escaped my lips as the elevator doors finally opened and we both walked out. I tried not to rush too much since I’m already one minute late.

“Have a nice day, Sehun” I smiled at him as we were about to part ways.

“You too, and try not to be late tomorrow” I rolled my eyes as Sehun chuckled and walked up to his car casually while I had to run, almost falling on my face once again.

I am ten minutes late to class, eleven now that I am standing in front of the door, trying to steady my panting. I have to look composed and someone who has authority so that kids don’t play around with me. Taking another deep breath, I made sure to have on my stoic face as I pushed open the classroom door, the loud noises flooding the hallway. I took two steps inside before slamming the door closed, the class going quiet. The clicking of my heels was loud in the quiet room as I made my way to my desk. I placed my bag on it and took off my coat, placing it on the back of the chair. I cleared my throat as I looked up and flashed a small smile as I remained behind my chair, leaning a little against the wall behind me.

“Hi class, sorry for being late” I started speaking, voice steady and loud so that everyone could hear me as my eyes roamed the classroom, taking in the curious faces “Don’t get your hopes high as this won’t happen again, I’m a punctual person--”

My next words seemed to get stuck in my mouth as my eyes landed on a face. The face that I saw a few hours ago and another one, which had a horrified look. Minseok was smirking widely, not even trying to hide it while Jongdae’s mouth was still open. I tried to control my own reaction as I cleared my throat and decided to look at someone else when suddenly I remembered how Minseok’s mouth felt against my breasts.

“My name is Bae Y/N and I’m your new homeroom teacher. Your previous teacher moved to a different country so I was called in urgently since you are a senior class. I will teach you literature and I hope you will treat it as seriously like I will. Your class is majoring in literature so that means you will work hard to achieve good grades. I will not accept lame excuses only serious ones. My dog ate my homework or my sister stole it away, mom accidentally made fire with it or dad didn’t have any more paper will be not accepted, did I make myself clear?”

The class snickered at my examples as they nodded their heads and I flashed them a small smile, trying to relax myself after the shock of seeing Minseok in my class. God, I slept with my student! I almost choked at that thought as I tried to clear my mind from all the memories from last night.

“And I hope you had some summer lectures because everyone will be handing in an essay at the end of this week--no groaning!” I raised my voice as the class started protesting.

“We are not playing around here, kids. And you still have like four days, so try reading something. I won’t grade them, I just want to see your level and how you express yourselves, okay? I’m not that evil...yet” I smirked as the class seemed to sigh in relief and I pulled out my chair as I took a seat, smiling at them.

“So, any questions?” I raised my eyebrows as I looked around. Jongdae seemed to be still in shock as he was sitting low in his chair while Minseok still had that smirk on his face, arms crossed over his chest as he was leaning to the front.

“What school do you come from?” A girl with two pigtails spoke up after she raised her arm.

“I was a teacher at a smaller university for foreign people...exchange students” I answered and the girl seemed to be pleased with my answer.

“Do you have pets?” A boy with eyeliner asked and I chuckled.

“I used to have when I was around your age...now I don’t have time anymore” He seemed to pout as I looked around.

“Why did you choose this job?” A girl with a bored expression asked “I mean, having to see teachers faces daily sucks...I bet you feel the same way about us”

“Well, I wasn’t too happy when I saw summer vacation is actually over…” I muttered, and the class laughed “But I like literature and kids too so...I have to make a living somehow”

“Why were you late today if you said you are punctual?” The tall boy sitting behind Minseok asked, his voice deep. Minseok smirked as he eyed the guy and the guy winked at him. I chuckled, making sure to throw a small glare at Minseok and his friend.

“Well, I’m sure sometimes things come up unexpectedly to you too…” I shrugged and some nodded as I saw a few kids on their phones.

“One more thing” I said, eyeing those on their phones “I will confiscate your phones”

“What!” Most exclaimed and I shrugged innocently.

“Do you see me on my phone?” I raised my eyebrows as a few tried to subtly put it away while some straight up ignored me.

“It’s our first day so what’s the problem with it?” The girl with the bored expression asked.

“Your name is…” I asked with a smile.

“Krystal”

“Well, Krystal, I could teach you on the first day but am I doing that?” I raised my eyebrows as Krystal sighed.

“No” She looked away as I smiled at her. Class was close to ending and the kids were quietly packing.

“Well it was--”

“Do you prefer older or younger guys?” The question asked stopped everyone from doing what they were and I wished to throw something at Minseok.

“Do you prefer detention on your first day or a really bad grade on your first day?” I asked with a sickeningly sweet smile as the class snickered, packing up as the bell rang.

“See you tomorrow!” I called as they slowly left the classroom but a certain someone decided to stay back. Finally I was able to glare at Minseok as he strolled towards me with his friends, his smirk still on his lips.

“Miss Bae” Jongdae gulped hard as he nodded his head and I offered him a small smile, greeting him back. Minseok rolled his eyes, finally out of the classroom. Oh god, what did I get myself into?

Today, I stayed true to my words. As soon as the warning bell rang, I started walking towards my class, heels clicking faintly as the hallways were full with students rushing to their classes. I smiled at a few kids who recognized me and greeted me. But soon the smile was whipped from my face when I realized I’ll be facing Minseok once again. I still can’t believe I actually slept with a student of mine and I feel so shameful whenever I speak to the principal. What if his parents will want to meet me to speak about his grades? How am I going to face them? But to my defense, I didn’t know. He also lied to me and we were both drunk so it counts as a mistake...and it will never again happen so I can stay calm.

“Hello class” I called loudly as I walked inside, the class went quiet before they greeted me in unison.

“How are you?” I flashed them a smile as I placed my bag on my desk and quickly pulled off my red coat.

“Have been better” A short guy in the back commented and I grinned as I placed the coat on the back of the chair and took out two books from my bag.

“Same” I spoke up, earning chuckles from the class “I don’t want to call the attendance so...is anyone absente?”

“Me” Minseok raised his hand and his friends snickered as I threw him a tight smile and a threatening glare.

“I suggest you tone down a little bit your arrogance, Mr. Kim, if you want to finish high school this year” My voice was sharp and the class went silent, even Minseok’s smirk disappeared. Pleased with my words and the effect I had on him, I walked to the front of my desk and leaned against it, crossing my ankles to prevent my skirt from riding up.

“I hope you started making your essays” I grinned as Krystal scoffed and the class avoided eye contact.

“Baekhyun” It was the guy with the eyeliner from yesterday “What did you read?”

“Uhm” He scratched the back of his head as I stared at him expectantly. Yes, I learned their names yesterday after class with the help of Yeri, I’m a fast learner.

“I was mostly playing games so--”

“Computer games?” I raised my eyebrows and he nodded while avoiding eye contact.

“I can’t get my nephew away from them either” I said with a sigh and Baekhyun grinned a little bit.

“Jennie, what about you?” It was the girl with the pigtails from yesterday. Today she had a deep red lipstick on her lips, her hair straight.

“Finding Alaska” She answered, a small smile on her lips “It was pretty interesting”

“Ah, modern literature is quite interesting, I have to agree” I winked at her and she quietly giggled.

“Well, Krystal...since you haven’t been paying much attention I’m curious about you now” I raised my eyebrows expectantly at her as she chewed her bubble gum for a while, silence enveloping the class. I waited patiently for her to answer while some threw her irritated glances.

“Sense and Sensibility” She answered with a sigh and I felt a tiny smile on my lips “Pride and Prejudice, How to kill a mockingbird, The boy in the striped pajamas, some books from Cecelia Ahern too--I don’t know, probably some other books too”

“What a bookworm” I felt a fond smile spread on my lips as Krystal rolled her eyes, looking out the window. What a fragile girl she is underneath her strong facade, we’ve been all at this point...at least I was. I was just like her once, you need that one person who will help you open your wings to the world.

“May I?” My head whipped in the direction of the voice and I threw a suspicious look at the boy.

“Sure” I flashed a small smile at Minseok as he leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable.

“Well, I’m not the type to read but--Fifty Shades Of Grey was really something” The class snickered and I chuckled humorlessly, trying hard to not snap. He’s just mocking you, Y/N, control yourself.

“Anything that picked your interest about it? Something you specifically liked?” I rose my eyebrows, curious if he actually read it or was just letting his mouth run free.

“Well…” I should have known not to ask that when a wicked smirk spread on his sinful lips “I gotta say I don’t like vanila much, and I was really about to stop reading at the first scene. But then I decided to give it a chance and things started to get interesting, quite intense. All the things he did to her, seeing how affected she still got by him...reminds me of someone--”

“Thank you, Mr. Kim. We are not here to listen to your sexual fantasies, your counselor can do that” I abruptly stopped him, feeling bothered knowing at what cards he was playing at. Jongdae had an incredulous look on his face and he threw me an apologetic smile which I ignored. The class was snickering, trying to stay quiet.

“Wendy, did you read anything?” I ignored the scenes replaying in my head and focused on my task.

When class was over I was relieved, knowing that Kim Minseok would finally leave me alone. His intent eyes were unnerving and his smirk is very annoying. I took a seat in my chair as the next students would enter in ten minutes, I need to sort out a few papers before their class. They are having a test so that I can see their creativity level.

As I was looking through the papers, biting my lower, I became aware of the pair of eyes on me. Upon looking up, I was surprised of the proximity.

“Mr. Kim” I leaned back in my chair, creating more space between us as he was leaning towards me “May I help you with something?”

“Mr. Kim?” He laughed, his gummy smile betraying that smirk he always seems to have on his lips “I thought you prefered oppa”

“You should be heading to your next class, so your purpose here is…” I trailed off, trying to remain as cold as possible. But truth be told, all I wanted was to feel those lips once again against mine.

“Oh, so now you are going to behave like nothing happened?” His amused expression was replaced with a more colder one, probably mirroring my own.

“Well, Miss Bae, you seemed to have forgotten this at my place” My eyes fell on my black purse Minseok was holding up and I nervously licked my lips.

“Listen, Minseok, I--”

“Minseok? Mr. Kim? Oppa?” He rose an eyebrow and I had to bite my tongue from snapping at him “Decide yourself, Miss Bae”

“Fair enough” I muttered while clearing my throat “Thank you for bringing my purse back, Mr. Kim”

“What a good actress you are, Miss Bae” Minseok snickered as he threw my purse at me, I caught it with my hands, rotted to my chair as he started walking away.

“You almost made me believe that you didn’t remember my face from being so drunk” He turned towards me, already standing at the door “But your reactions seem to betray you, Miss Bae. I can see right through them...and I hope that night will haunt you for long, ‘cause no one will make you feel like I did”

The breath hitched in my throat, my whole face going red by both anger and embarrassment.

“Kim Minseok--” Before I could yell at him, he was quickly outside, strolling away with a neutral face. What an asshole.

Next day I was sitting at my desk, a cup of coffee in my hands, Yeri sitting across from me on top of a desk.

“I told you I knew him from somewhere” She muttered, rolling her eyes at me.

“You didn’t” I rolled my eyes as well, taking a sip of my warm coffee.

“I did but you were too eager to get laid” Yeri scoffed and I threw her a glare.

“You were drunk too so were you really expecting me to believe you?” I chuckled as Yeri only shrugged, taking a sip of her tea.

“Was he good at least?” She muttered, lips pressed against the cup and I almost choked on my coffee.

“Kim Yerim!” I yelped, throwing her a murderous gaze.

“I’m your best friend” She scoffed, pursing her lips “I’m ought to know”

I clicked my tongue, debating on ignoring her or answering her but knowing whenever I ignore her she becomes a brat, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“He was really good, God...probably one of the best I ever slept with” I groaned as images kept flooding my mind and I just wanted to drown in my bathtub, anything to make the images stop. They were haunting me ever since.

“You are too stressed because of this” Yeri said, jumping off the desk “You need to relax a little”

“How?” I groaned, sipping on my coffee.

“Fuck him again” Yeri shrugged and my eyes bulged out.

“Kim Yerim!” I shouted, gripping the warm cup hard “You can’t say things like that--”

“Why? It’s true, maybe you’ll feel better after that. Will finally be able to get over it” She shrugged, coming to stand in front of my desk.

“We both know that’s not true” I hissed and she shrugged with a grin.

“I’m just trying to make your life more interesting, eventful”

“Yeri, I can’t sleep with my student. You know how dangerous that is” I sighed, placing my cup on my desk, careful not to spill it on the tests.

“If they don’t catch you…”

“I’m not risking my job” I deadpanned and she nodded, getting serious.

“I was only mocking you” She grinned cutely but we both know she was dead serious “Just give it time, Y/N. One week and you’ll forget all about it”

“You think so?” I asked with a pout and Yeri nodded with a grin.

“So now that’s out of the picture--”

“Am I interrupting?” Yeri’s and I’s head whipped towards the door, where the culprit was standing.

“Not at all” Yeri was quick to speak as she flashed me a smile “Call me later”

“Don’t do anything stupid, Yeri!” I called as she walked past Minseok and smiled at him before waving at me. I was tired, I wasn’t going to mask my frustrated feelings anymore. He already knows, so what’s it to me?

“Yes?” I asked as Minseok closed the door and walked further inside. His cat like eyes were so intense I almost looked away and for once he seemed very serious.

“We need to talk” He said, voice void of any traces of playfulness or mocking.

“We sure do” I muttered, surprised when he decided to sit on the edge of my desk. He leaned down and I averted my eyes when he got too close and pulled my chair a little, positioning it towards his body.

“So…” He trailed off and I looked back at him when he straightened back up. There was silence as we kept looking at each other and the tension was becoming too thick.

“It was a one night stand” I decided to speak up, I’m the adult here “We were both drunk and had no idea who the other is, we did what we did and things end there”

Minseok’s jaw ticked but he still nodded, playing with his fingers.

“If...if you weren’t my teacher and I wasn’t your student, could things end differently?” His eyebrows raised and I had to gulp down the lump in my throat.

“Do you understand what a one night stand means?” I raised my eyebrows, mirroring his expression.

“I am well aware of the meaning” He suddenly snapped, surprising me “But don’t fucking act like you don’t feel anything. I can see the way you react towards me, your body wants me and I know it. You can try to mask it or hide it but I can see right through you, Y/N. So don’t come at me with this one night stand bullshit”

“But that’s what it was supposed to be!” I suddenly exclaimed, lurching forward in my chair so that I was at the same height as him “You think if I knew you were one of my students I would have still slept with you? No, Minseok! That’s against every rule and it can get both of us into big trouble”

“You can’t change what is already done, how about you actually accept it?” He looked angry as his eyes were narrowed at me and I licked my lips, looking at the wall instead of looking at him.

“What if I can’t?” I decided to be honest with myself but him too “What if I still want it?”

“Then give in, I want this too” He muttered, leaning down.

“No, I am the adult here and a kid won’t lure me in into some freaking life risking game” I hissed at him and stood up, taking his arm into my hand.

“A kid?” Minseok laughed loudly, pulling his arm away “You didn’t think of me as a kid that night”

“Will you stop bringing it up, please?” My eyes widened as I felt desperate to forget about it already.

“So you want to say it’s over?” Minseok seemed to regain his calmness but his eyes were piercing me, planning my murder.

“There was nothing to begin with, but yes it’s over” I muttered softly, hoping he would understand me like this.

“Yeah, you are right” He shrugged nonchalantly like he wasn’t just glaring at me a second ago “It’s called a one night stand for a reason”

“Exactly” I offered him a small smile and Minseok nodded, licking his lips. My eyes accidentally followed the movement and I gulped, trying to maintain my smile.

“Have a nice day, Miss Bae” He turned to leave and I felt relieved, like I could breathe knowing he was about to go.

“You too, Mr. Kim” But he seemed to have something else in mind as he whirled around and harshly grabbed my arm, pulling me into him as his lips crashed against mine. My eyes widened and I tried to push him off as anyone who passed by the classroom could see inside. He can’t kiss me! But Minseok was holding me firmly and he even pushed me against the wall to restrict my body from moving around too much. His hands were gripping both my wrists as he kept them pinned beside my head on each side and his body was pressed up against mine, his hips pinning mine. His warm lips were so tempting and they tasted like strawberry milkshake, unlike last time when we both tasted like alcohol, but I can’t give in, I’m the adult here. Minseok hissed against my lips when I refused to kiss him back and he roughly bit my lower lip, making me gasp in pain. He took that as his chance to slip his tongue into my mouth and that’s when my resistance broke and I kissed him back as feverishly as I could. I sucked on his tongue, fingers twitching, wanting to run them through his hair and yank on it. Minseok’s groan was low, coming from his throat as his tongue continued to explore my warm mouth, making my knees feel like jelly. As his warmness started to slip through my whole body, it was suddenly gone, leaving me dizzy. I gazed at Minseok through my lashes as he distanced himself too abruptly from me and whipped his lower lip with his thumb. I was panting, still pressed up against the wall as I watched him closely. A smirk spread on his lips and he stalked away, winking before exiting the classroom. A loud sigh escaped my lips as I licked them and took a seat in my chair.

I’m never again sleeping with guys whom I meet in clubs.

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LIGHTSKINKEISHA FT. B SMYTH - RIDE GOOD

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But who's in the driver's seat?

Crystal Leww: It's 2019 and I'm shocked that most women who are rapping still somehow end up releasing a sultry R&B hit as part of their "commercial" rollout. We've not done a good job creating ways for women to take other paths, and it comes to show how the industry as a whole has seemingly organ rejected attempts to positively cover the wave of women who got famous rapping on the internet (e.g. Azealia Banks, Dai Burger) or women who were part of local scenes like Chicago drill. In the last couple of years, LightSkinKeisha made a lot of songs that honestly weren't that different from each other sonically, but she stood out for her playfulness. This has sanded down all that made her fun and youthful and has turned her into another entry in the crowded lane of female R&B singers. [4]

Alfred Soto: Times have changed, so why stick LightSkinKeisha behind an R&B performer whose"hope you can handle a stick shift, babe" is an example of his marvelous wit? [3]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: It's inherently lame that LightSkinKeisha made a middling R&B track that ended up being considerably more successful than any of her rap singles. Chalk it up to the tough barrier to entry for female rappers, or the general public's bad taste, but "Ride Good" is a bottom of the barrel mid-2010s R&B duet that would feature Jeremih or a Jeremih-like singer. The lyrics are unabashedly sexual, which isn't bad in and of itself, but the beat is too flimsy and inert to make any of it convincing. The two sound like they're flailing, like strangers cosplaying as a sexually confident couple. They may feel the chemistry, but to spectators they appear awkward and inexperienced. [2]

Iris Xie: It's sad (or expected) that the hook is fuckboyish, because everything on this track coasts on the strength of the bassline and skittering, crystalline instrumentals in the back. But LightSkinKeisha is a feature on her own debut track, and while I find it interesting in terms of B Smyth having to constantly convey and yearn to her, the last third appears to dawdle and he's stagnant. Is he stuck while shifting his stick shift? This song is worth the duration of at least one well drink, when you're waiting for more hype songs to come on at the (straight) club. [5]

Thomas Inskeep: A cushy vibe, a phat-assed bassline, a male singer in B Smyth who sounds just pleading enough -- but the star here is rapper LightSkinKeisha, who's here to tell you just what she wants from a man. "Ride Good" is easy on one hand but also just seductive enough. (Upped a point because every time I hear it on the radio, I stop and listen to the end.) [7]

David Moore: I'm generally down on the pornographic detail that's overtaken sexual innuendo for about a decade running now, but if you're really going to go with "stick shift" as your central image, couldn't you put a little effort into at least one additional euphemism? [5]

Andy Hutchins: Americans have made pop music strangely obsessed with the fuckability and/or anthropomorphic aesthetic appeal of motor vehicles for a long time, going back to at least "Little Deuce Coupe." But it feels increasingly like most who have come of age since "You Remind Me of My Jeep" have inexplicably taken inspiration from a songwriter whose tendency was always toward literalism that only worked because it bordered on the absurd. And so we have "stick shift" used here to just mean penis, which confounds "You shiftin' the gears on my stick shift, babe" in a purely painful way. This could have worked better as a dialogue, but the overlong hook puts too bright a spotlight on a sub-Trey Songz vocalist who tries very hard to outshine the other side of the ft. credit, and the too-short verses -- the second of which begins more than two minutes into a four-minute song -- don't actually care enough about trying to interact with the metaphor to accelerate out of the turns. [4]

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the-sapphire-general · 6 years

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My Thoughts and Feelings About Mighty No. 9

It’s been a long time since I wrote a review for a game I’ve played. Well, I played Mighty No. 9 for a while now, and I finally finished it. And boy, was it…meh? I know tons of people consider it a disappointment and that the game is hated, but after taking time to think, it’s just average. It’s not the worst video game to ever exist, but it’s also not the best game. It’s far from it. Intended to be a spiritual successor to Mega Man, Mighty No. 9 was supposed to be a great game. I’ve done plenty of research about its development and what Comcept’s intentions were at the time. But so much went wrong! I still somewhat like the game, it wasn’t that boring, but I wasn’t oblivious to its flaws. Boy, there’s a lot of them.

Before I go on, I never played a Mega Man game my whole life, so I’m not that familiar with the franchise. However, I checked out a Mega Man X playthrough made by a YouTuber known as Capitalist out of curiosity. People stated that Mighty No. 9 ruined what makes Mega Man so great, and despite not knowing much about the series, I can see why. Everything that Mighty No. 9 has pales in comparison to what Mega Man has in store.

The story had a lot of potential. It takes place in the year 20XX on a futuristic Earth where humans and robots exist together. There’s even a Battle Colosseum for robots. The robots go haywire, and it’s up to Beck to stop them from destroying everything. Along the way, he saves the other eight Mighty Numbers. It all sounds cool, but the way it’s written had me bored. Not much happened, and whenever there were plot points, they seemed like they were shoehorned in and without explanation. Even a few plot points were revealed during conversations as you played through a couple of the levels. The one about William White being the one who created Trinity should have been like a flashback cutscene. Show, don’t tell, to explain how Trinity was a failure. The story was lifeless because there were multiple ideas that weren’t explored. Why the heck does William have issues with Dr. Blackwell? How were the Mighty Numbers and Call created? And some of the plot was just told, and they just felt awkward. At first, we didn’t know Will was at fault for the robot rampage. Heck we never knew he was Trinity’s creator.

Just like the story, the characters weren’t great. Aside from a few noticeable traits, they were bland. They didn’t have enough personality. The Mighty Numbers had one-note types of personalities, and they were annoying. And Call…she had no personality! I really hated Call because she had no personality. She was too emotionless for my taste. Yes, she’s a robot, but did she have to be so robotic, that she had no personality?? In the end, I didn’t care about anyone, not even Brandish. Not much occurred with the characters. They all lacked depth, and it’s sad because they all looked pretty cool.

The gameplay, although I didn’t mind it much, it wasn’t that great compared to Mega Man X. Beck can only shoot in one direction. Not that it’s a problem(?), I mean Mega Man X did the same thing, but the difference between the two games is X looks way more fun than Mighty No. 9 (Mega Man in general looks more fun to play). That I can admit. Also, X can slide and jump on walls. That could have made things so much easier with Beck! There was also supposed to be a tutorial kind of thing in the beginning. It turns out I didn't know a few of the things I can do until I was too late into the game. If I had known I could configure buttons to the abilities I get instead of having to scroll through them, it would have been less of a hassle. Another thing about the gameplay is the ReXelections, powers that Beck can utilize like Mega Man. They were…okay, I guess. Some of them weren’t my favorites. Pyrogen’s ability seemed lame despite its limited use it had when I played the game. The same applies to Cryosphere’s ice ability. Dynatron’s and Countershade’s abilities were used only once, and I never bothered to use them again. Battalion and Aviator had good abilities, and Seismic wasn’t useful to me until the final boss (more on that later…). The only ability I really liked was Brandish’s ability, yet even that power could have been better.

Basically, the abilities were underwhelming. For example, Pyrogen. It’s a fire ability. What can it do? You blow stuff up. Sadly, you have to time it real well to blow stuff up, and it’s hardly of any use (along with the rest of them). I tried using it against Cryo since fire beats ice, but that backfired on me so badly, it cost me a life. This, along with the other abilities, should have been different. Maybe Pyrogen’s fire powers could have involved shooting explosives. Maybe Cryo’s ice could have included a blizzard bazooka or something like that. Avi’s power was okay, but maybe instead of floating down, it could have worked like a helicopter, to fly you over deadly pits (and then hurl the thing helping you fly at enemies). Dynatron’s ability is self-explanatory: intense electric attacks! Battalion’s is fine on its own in my opinion, though I would add a lock-on feature. Seismic’s shield is good, but executing it was clumsy, so that would be something I would fix. Countershade’s sniper ability is also good, but again, a lock-on feature could have helped. Finally, Brandish’s ability is one I like the way it is, but I admit it could have been more awesome. If you were to wield it, waves would fly right at the enemies. See?? I managed to come up with ways that could have made the abilities better. Heck, there are a plethora of idea that could have worked in general. If the abilities you get aren’t fun or lack opportunities to use them, then what’s the point?

As for the levels, they were meh. They generally lacked excitement. Whenever you take damage, it’s sometimes not your fault. Insta-death can occur in some of the levels, and some of them were complete bullshit. A game can be difficult, but it shouldn’t be too difficult or else it’ll just be frustrating. It was also tedious and annoying to go through a lot of the levels without finding any health items. Mega Man X’s enemies left health items, which made the game a bit easier. Mighty No. 9 doesn’t do that. You rarely get health on some of the checkpoints, but they are rarely helpful if you’re so low on health.

Call only got one level, and it’s one of my least favorite levels ever! Her abilities are weak and limited compared to Beck, and she couldn’t AcXelerate into enemies, making gameplay so tedious. And in addition to her lack of a personality due to how painfully robotic she is, during gameplay she kept on saying what she was doing! “Jump!” “Holding.” “Barrier.” That was annoying, I wished she had a mute button. She’s cute in appearance, but everything else about her is just bad. Seriously, ONE level?!!

And Trinity…..*sigh* Her level is fine, but once you get to the boss, it all changes. Yes, the final boss should be difficult, I know! But battling Trinity was a major pain in the ass! Even though I chose the right ReXelections and selected the three buttons for them in order to choose them real-time (something I discovered real late), Trinity kept beating me. The battle was more frustrating than any other boss I’ve fought. It took me nearly two hours (from two different days) to beat that final stage and battle Trinity! You don’t even get taken to the second phase, which is bullshit. With all the other flaws the game had, the final boss was frustrating! Once I finally beat her, I wasn’t satisfied. I was just relieved I was done with the game, so I can finally move on to a more fun game that won’t make me feel like I might lose my mind. It wasn’t my fault! That boss was just annoying. Out of all the bosses, Trinity is the only one I despise! Avi’s battle wasn’t even that hard.

A game can be difficult, but if it’s too hard to the point that it will only make the game not fun, then that’s the problem. A few games that are known for being difficult are the “Devil May Cry” games. Those are difficult, but I would rather play those games than deal with Mighty No. 9’s final boss. Games are allowed to be challenging, and that’s why Devil May Cry is fun, but the difference between DMC and MN9 is that one is poorly executed and unfair. Yes, DMC can be unfair to some, but the thing is the games’ difficulty is connected to your skills. If you lose miserably in, say, “Dante Must Die” mode, that’s on you because your performance probably wasn’t great. All you have to do is improve. Higher difficulty levels are available once unlocked, and you can get the hang of things in the normal difficulty level. MN9’s difficulty, however, is hard. No matter what you do, you’ll struggle. Heck, it has three other difficulties! Hard, Hyper, and Maniac! But since the game is already difficult (and a pain) to play, it’s not worth it. You have to be a pro to tackle those difficulty levels. I’m not a pro, and I admit that without reluctance, so I won’t be doing those difficulty levels for myself. Playing it normally was already a pain (especially with Trinity!! Arrrgh!!). Therefore, Mighty No. 9’s difficulty was the result of poor design, meaning some of the hits (and deaths) you take are bullshit. So Mighty No. 9's difficulty was unfair and sometimes uneven. Countershade's level wasn't that difficult in my opinion. And has anyone realized that some (not all) of the advice it gives you before you enter a level hinted at the weakness?? Such as Dyna's ability being effective during Countershade's battle? But even the advice is useless because with the abilities being the way they are, they just weren't worth using at times. I did more damage using Beck's regular shooting abilities.

In conclusion, Mighty No. 9 gets a 5/10 from me. I can forgive some of the stuff. The music was good, the bosses were okay, and the designs for the characters were tasteful. So I'm showing just a hint of mercy despite the whole Trinity crap. But the gameplay wasn't super exciting, the final boss was frustrating as hell and no satisfaction can be received even after beating Trinity. The story was bland and it glossed over what could have been great storytelling if it wasn't poorly written, and the characters were boring and annoying (looking at you, Call!). Also, there's a boss rush!...I'm NEVER going for it because of Trinity. I can try to master the other bosses, but Trinity is one that I wish to never battle again (unless I want to torture myself out of boredom). I might try the challenges??? I'm not too sure. Despite the game's flaws, I oddly don't mind playing it. I like other games that are disliked by everyone. Last Rebellion and Shadow the Hedgehog are a few examples. Even Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy 7. People have different tastes, you know.

Still...what happened with this game?? Where did they money go??? Where????? Because $4 million dollars should have been enough to develop a fun and cool video game for Mega Man fans and newcomers. I also know that there were plans for a TV show and movie. If they had made better decisions throughout this whole process, Mighty No. 9 could have been great. I would have watched the TV show (or was it an anime?) and movie. Oh, and they had plans for a sequel...the post-credits scene was a sequel hook. But due to how the game turned out, I'm not sure if there will be a sequel, or a TV show/anime, or a movie, or anything. Then again, never say never. Bubsy came back with a new game after Bubsy 3D, and it took 21 years! Though the game wasn't that well-received. The point is if they do want to continue Mighty No. 9, please make better decisions. Reboot the game if you must (not that it's likely at this point), but don't do the same thing you did here. Mighty No. 9 has wasted potential, just like many other video games. Those certain games failed as a result of rushed development, bad decisions, and/or just plain laziness. Mighty No. 9 could have been great, and it's a shame that it didn't reach its full potential.

#mighty no. 9 #mighty no. 9 review

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silenceofthecookies · 4 years

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Bleach matchup - nakunakunomi

Giveaway prize for @nakunakunomi

Matchup for me :D No gender preferences I am a biromantic ace.

Your age: 24

Your general appearance - most striking features, your fashion style, etc.

Your MBTI, western zodiac chart, etc.

Your personality, how you perceive yourself and how people around you perceive you.*

Your hobbies, interests, life goals etc.*

Answer: anything creative: reading and writing, drawing (although I’m terrible at it), pixel art. Singing, making music, playing instruments, DIYing things. I am quite good with makeup and wigs, and I cosplay but the sewing I still struggle with. I love acting and gaming as well although I don’t spend that much time on them. I am super heavily interested in true crime, cases, and the psychology of murderers and such. I tend to get overexcited talking about such cases, never celebrating violence, but just being very fascinated by what a human brain can do. I also just really love riddles, mysteries, and solving them. I’d love to become a teacher or a professional dog trainer. I love animals more than I love people and if I could work with dogs every day of my life that’d be amazing. An unrealistic goal would be to sing for a living, or do musicals. But I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen.

Your favorites, likes, dislikes, pet peeves, fears.*

Answer: food! Mainly Asian dishes (from all of Asia) and pastas. I love cooking and experimenting in the kitchen and trying out new things to taste. I’m vegetarian but not vegan and I will try everything that’s not meat or fish at least once! I love all kinds of animals, not only your average pets. I will also go pet the cows, and in the zoo you’ll have to drag me away by my ankles from the reptilians and the aquarium. I am fascinated by them and I love them. I love plants and flowers, and if you’d let me be, Id have a small jungle in my house with all kinds of plants and animals. I just love taking care of them, talking to them… I dislike arrogant people, people who are rude against serving staff. I dislike impoliteness and laziness in the sense that other people are suffering from your lack of work. If I am in a group project I will never procrastinate because it can drag the whole group down, it’s okay to be lazy if it only impacts yourself. I am afraid of loneliness and the fact that everyone I know just pretends to like me while talking behind my back and secretly hating me. I am not easily startled by monsters, animals, and such, but I do get a little paranoid if I have to walk in the street in the middle of the night. (a side effect from the true-crime consumption)

Any additional info you would like to share, fun facts, etc.

Patience, because I have some anxiety issues as well as fear of commitment. I will definitely need some reassurance. Also consent is the sexiest thing in the world, and that’s coming from an ace person. Honesty, liars are out. I have a lot of trouble trusting again once there has been a breach of trust. White lies for surprises and such is one thing, but any intentional lying in order to avoid confrontation is an absolute dealbreaker.

I match you with...

Nelliel Tu Odelschwank

Nelliel is the perfect match for you! She’s extroverted so she’ll be the first one to reach out to you. Her intentions are always very clear, though she’s very careful to not overstep any boundaries. No matter how much time you need because of your anxiety and commitment issues, Nelliel has set her mind on you and she will be as patient as you need her to be.

Nelliel is the type of woman to support you through anything, good or bad. You want to adopt a pet? She’ll go with you and help you pick if needed. You want plants on every free surface in your house? Time to go to the shop. You’re about to meet some new people and you’re anxious? She’s there right next to you.

Nelliels love languages are physical touch and quality time. As long as she an be close enough to sneak a hug or a kiss in every now and then, it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. Seeing you being passionate about your hobbies makes her smile every time and she will gladly try your hobbies as well. She loves drawing with you, even if neither of you are very good at it. Sometimes, when making something, she’ll ask you to sing something for her. She might join in, but she prefers to hear you sing.

Nelliel too loves reading a lot, so being snuggled up together on the couch under the same blanket, both with your own book and your own cup of tea is a regular happening. And if you start cooking something for her? Oh god, this woman will be putty in your hand. She’s not a very picky eater and will eat literally anything you make her. Food is another thing she loves, and with you spoiling her with all these amazing dishes, you can expect lots of hugs and kisses in return.

Late night conversations between you and Nelliel will be the absolute best. With your general knowledge and Nelliels imagination, conversations can go to the weirdest but most amazing places. Nelliel loves your humour as well and will gladly join in with her own lame jokes and puns. It’ll be one pun after the other and before you know it, the two of you will be clutching your stomachs.

One of the many things Nelliel loves about you is your hair. The curls, the colours, the length… she thinks it’s absolutely gorgeous. Another thing she absolutely loves about you are your dimples. They are the cutest thing and she will surprise kiss then while you’re laughing.

Cheerfulness aside, Nelliel can be serious when needed. She’s a great listener and gives great advice as well. Despite what her cheerful attitude would let on, Nelliel is very perceptive and knows when something is bothering you. Much like you, Nelliel can’t stand liars either. She’s very clear in communication and refuses to have any serious secrets from you, even if they’re hard to talk about. During arguments, Nelliel will rarely raise her voice. Violence, physically verbally or emotionally, are a big no-no for her, so she’ll always remain mature during these moments.

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je-suis-clarisse · 4 years

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SIX YEARS AGO: TRYST NIGHTCLUB. LAS VEGAS. Newly divorced, she couldn't resist. She wanted an evening of just pure fun. It was a night where old-school rock, hip-hop and r&b would be played. Cover was waived and people of all backgrounds would be there. She had dressed in a strapless purple dress and sky-high heels. As usual, she kept the make up to a minimum and her hair cascaded down her back. Simple enough. And no one knew who she was. Heading down the elevator, Clarisse du Volde meandered quietly into the club, pleased with the turnout. Overhead Metallica played, but the DJ was mixing it into The Notorious B.I.G's 'Hypnotize'. She made her way into the crowd, swaying along with the music before dropping low and bringing herself up slow. She wasn't oblivious to the fact that her ass looked amazing in this dress. That would be why she hadn't been allowed to wear it. Well, f*** him. This was her night. And she'd do whatever she wanted. Her hips swaying back and forth, moving in time with the music, she jumped slightly feeling two hands come to rest on her. For a moment, she feared it was him. The touch wasn't indifferent though, rather it was that of someone who just wanted to have a little fun. But remembering her promise to herself to have fun, Clarisse reached back resting her hand on the stranger's neck, fingers gently brushing through his hair. His left hand moved up her abdomen, resting on her stomach. Tilting her face to get a better view of her dance partner, she laughed softly as his goatee tickled her forehead. The pulse of the music and the strobe lights added to the ambiance and she moaned softly as his fingers kneaded into her, drawing her closer. Her pert backside pressed firmly against him and she could feel his hips grinding into her. Her lips curved upwards in a smirk feeling him press firmly against her; he had a hard-on. To say she wasn't feeling some type of way would have been a lie. "Mm..." she sounded as he turned her around. Bringing her arms around his neck, she strained to hear him as he spoke, feeling a shiver go down her spine as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "'s your name?'" "Clarisse. You?" "Noah. Nice t'meet you, Clari." "You too, Noah." She replied with a smile, giggling as he rested his hands on her ass, giving it a squeeze as he pulled her in. For the next hour, they didn't part, teasing one another and seemingly hinting what should come next. She was pleasantly surprised when they snuck in things about themselves. She felt embarrassed to say she was newly divorced, but the smirk on his features amused her. She lowered her gaze for a few moments as he leaned in more and she ground herself against his leg. She was tempted to ask him up to the office or the VIP area when he seemed to read her mind. "You want t' get away from here?" Noah asked and she paused. Did she? His face was only an inch or two away from hers. And there was something about him that drew her in. He was a biker, no question, but there was something in his eyes that hooked her. She liked this Noah. "Sure," she murmured and laughed as he drew her away from the crowd and down a hallway, her hand in his. Looking around before pressing her against the wall; his muscled form flush against her soft curves, his hand pinning her wrists above her head. "Goddamn, girl," he smirked at her as he looked over her figure. "The f*** kinda man would leave all this? 'Specially for another chick?'" She laughed, shaking her head. "My ex, obviously, Noah..." Her French accent twisting around his name in a caress. His breath was warm on her face and she could smell tequila...and nicotine. They blended to make a scent she could only call 'Noah'. She tilted her face up and just as she was about to press her lips to his; she could hear someone calling his name. what. the. f***! "Yo, we gotta split! Noah!" A grunt and curses under his breath. "Sh*t. Clari, I gotta go." "I understand, of course..." she began and blinked as he reached into his pocket, taking out a gum wrapper and a pen, scrawling out something."Call me in a few days. Sh*t's gotta cool down. Don't give it out." "I'm gonna write it on the bathroom wall," she teased and he gave her a wink before he left. Looking at the paper, she smirked, memorizing the number. They'd seen one another on and off, here and there until she'd gone back to New Orleans. But that hadn't stopped them from keeping in touch--something she was glad for. -------- PRESENT DAY. She hated California. And yet, here she was. Cruising down the highway on her own bike. Granted it was old, but it was hers and she liked it. She'd learned how to ride on it back during the second world war but of course, that was her own story. To anyone else, she just liked old sh*t. She was tired of being at home. Sigyn was out here, seeing friends. She had looked at her phone and saw a text from Noah. So, it had inspired her. He'd given her the name of a bar near the border. It was ironic. "But that humanitarian crisis!" She had texted back, referencing the foolish man who called himself president. She had cruised through the towns noting how some places looked so rich, others looked like shacks. She wondered about it; was this a cartel holding? 'la casa de diablo.' The House of the Devil. Leave it to Noah to pick a bar with a name like this. As she parked, she took notice of the crowd. Some sort of MC, of course, and a few gang bangers, it appeared. Fair enough. At least she'd dressed in leather and worn motorcycle boots. She would have a Corona; it'd been awhile. Taking off her helmet, her blonde hair coming down over her shoulders and down her back. Setting it down, she pulled it up into a bun. As she went to enter the bar--dive, really--a heavily accented voice greeted her. It took all of her good sense not to cringe. Not because he was speaking to her; but because the line was so lame. Did he really think that she'd fall for it? "Hey mamita, where you been all my life?" He asked, extending his arms as his friends sniggered and elbowed one another. Looking to the bartender, she offered a smile. "cerveza, por favor," she spoke politely, inclining her head and dropping a twenty in his tip jar. The wide grin on his face revealed she'd made a new friend. A gentle tap on his hip told her what she needed to know. He was carrying. Setting a Corona in front of her, the bartender nodded and went to the other patrons. "Pretty little thing like you, you need a real man." The man went on motioning to himself. His hands came to rest on her barstool turning her around. She was of a mind to smash the bottle over his head, but instead, she tilted it and sipped the beer slowly before setting the bottle down on the bar. "Tight lil ass like that, I could tear that sh*t up. You wouldn't sit right, but you'd adjust, right, baby?" She couldn't get a read on him. Was he just a regular guy? Gangbanger? MC member? He was dressed like a cholo. She had nothing against Mexican people; but she loathed men who didn't take 'no' for an answer. Furthermore, she loathed being called baby. Why the hell Noah couldn't have told her where he was, she didn't know. But if he didn't get here soon...she couldn't promise he wouldn't find a dead body. Cracking her neck, she played along for a little longer, mainly ignoring the guy. Her lip curled up, however as the tattooed son-of-a-bitch grabbed her breast and squeezed. Her hand gripped his wrist and her eyes met his dark ones. "I'm sure you learned that's no way to treat a lady," she sneered as she slid off the barstool. The bartender's hand moved to his hip but she shook her head. "Gents, you're going to learn a lesson today. A real man would know when a woman isn't interested," she countered calmly as the bar went suddenly quiet. "He'd know that no means NO. Or that my silence was not permission. That was me ignoring you." His dark pools met her own and he smirked stepping closer, thinking he'd get what he wanted, ignoring her words. Giving him a smirk in return, she grabbed his crotch and looked up into his eyes. She gave a gentle squeeze, listening to him moan. "That's it, ba--" He began and she squeezed tighter, the previous moan turning into her begging to let him go. "You don't feel like a real man. Little small for my taste," she mused, giving another squeeze and laughing as he screeched. "Who's a real man now?" she spat out at him before taking a seat again. "Anyone else?" she asked. "I just want to drink my beer and meet my friend. If any of you vatos have an issue, step up now. Or end up with your now, most likely, impotent friend. ¿y cuando una mujer te ignora? toma una maldita pista, ¿sí?" She snarled before sitting down again and ordering another beer. She was about halfway through when a sense of familiarity filled her. A grin crossed her lips as a tall figure stood behind her, casting a shadow over her. Turning around, she gave him a playful smile before standing up and giving the figure a hug. "Goddamn. It's my favorite Outlaw." He looked just as she remembered, though, his eyes seemed a little sadder. A line or two more but still the Noah she had known. She lingered a moment before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Of all the dive bars in the world, you had to send me to the one where someone grabbed my tit and wouldn't take no for an answer in five minutes." She teased, motioning to the guy in the corner, still whining about the puta who'd maimed him. "So, catch me up with you, Noah West. It's been far too long."

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