#idc if this has been done before i needed to draw it!!!!

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[ya-zz]

I literally love your writings so much. Can we get a Ramattra comfort? Like reader is just very worn out from work and people and has literally just spent all day in their room. With lots of hugs and stuff. Could be headcanons, or fic idc and idk what you're comfortable with (couldnt find a rules list sorry)

Thank you! ♥

Ramattra comfort coming right up! Oh my- I have missed getting these done within days of them coming through...

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1722

It had been a tiring few days, verging on a tiring week and all you want to do is take a break; you just want to relax in the comfort of your own room, draw a bubble bath or have a hot, steamy shower and just settle down for the foreseeable future. 

However, that wasn’t going to be the case for a long time. 

Begrudgingly, you plodded along, the weeks slowly turned into a month and the aches and tenseness in your body only kept growing. It seemed that with every passing day, the passing minutes and hours grew longer. Staring at the clock only made it worse and all you wanted to do was go home. 

That, and also you hadn’t spent much time with your partner. He was worried, and rightfully so. When you’d come home with tired eyes, complaints about your day and then fall onto the sofa, he’d grow concerned as he would carry you up to bed. He was so gentle with you, not wanting to hurt you more than you already were hurting. He cared and wished that you would take time off.

You needed a break and a lengthy one at that. 

It took what courage and remaining strength you had to put in your vacation hours. Having always been the one to cover for other people at work, having always been the one on call should someone else not turn up, it was time for someone to do the same for you. 

When the email came through that your two week long vacation had been approved, the days seemed to go by a lot faster. The hours felt like minutes and despite the shit days, they were over not long after they had started. 

Finally, the last day of work before your vacation was here and those minutes felt like hours. It was possibly one of the longest feeling days you had, especially when you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about work for the next two weeks. 

Coming home was another story. Traffic that seemed to go on for miles, construction going on at every bend and roundabout and careless, no, reckless drivers causing you to stop and start several times. It seemed like today wasn’t going to end. 

The moment you opened the door to your home and had kicked your shoes off, throwing your coat and scarf to the ground, you instantly fell onto the sofa with a loud groan.

This alerts your partner who comes into the living room a moment later. 

“How was work?” He asks, taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table and facing you. 

“It’s over…” You whine, burying your head into the cushion. “It’s finally over…” 

“You need to rest.” 

“I know, Ram…” Your voice was so quiet that Ramattra had to adjust his hearing. “I have two weeks to rest.” 

The omnic sighs before hooking his arms underneath you and picking you up. The motion causes you to groan out, eyes shutting tight as the tightness of your body causes some pain. 

“Relax. I have you.” His optics look over you and he feels sorry for you as he carries you up the stairs and into the shared bedroom. Placing you on the bed, he works on stripping you, gentle servos tracing your body as he pulls off your clothes.

While your partner was doing that, your eyes begin to feel heavy, slowly pulling you into sleep. Feeling his hands caressing your body, it didn’t take long for your exhausted body to fall deeper into the mattress. 

Ramattra pulls the blankets up, covering your body before stroking your head. He hums quietly before leaving you to sleep. 

—-

When you wake several hours later, your tired and aching body was feeling less painful than it was before. The clock on the nightstand reads 9:28am and Ramattra was nowhere to be seen. You figured he was busy downstairs doing his thing, whatever he did in his own space, away from the outside world, away from you, but little did you know, Ramattra was sat in the living room waiting for you. 

He sat there, watching the time pass by in his HUD. He pondered on if he should wake you but he knew you needed the rest. 

Ramattra was worried. 

That concern only grew the longer you stayed upstairs. 

Hours passed by and Ramattra hadn’t done anything all day. He moved to charge himself, letting the cable run across the living room floor, but his entire day was spent sat on the sofa… He was in your spot. 

He chuckles to himself when he looks back on old memories, the way you would practically pull him away from that specific spot on the sofa, and now he knows why. It was the comfiest spot to sit in. The sunlight would hit just right and when the night rolled in, you could easily look up out of the window to view the night sky.

Ramattra looks back on the day the two of you moved into the house. The way you got paint on his chassis and then making it worse when you tried to clean it up. He still has the dried paint stuck in the crevice that he never wants to remove. 

Each day he fell in love with you more.

Then you started working and he watched the colour drain from your body, the way that sparkle dulled in your eyes, the smile that faded more each day. He finally understood what it meant when humans say that they’re worked to exhaustion, death even. 

When you mentioned taking a break, Ramattra was all for it. He knew how much you needed it and he wanted nothing more than for you to take it. So when you came home yesterday looking more exhausted than ever, that concern for you grew tenfold. 

And now, you had made no movement, no noise. The house was silent. He missed you. Oh god, did he miss you. 

Despite not being fully charged, Ramattra stands and walks up the stairs. The worry grew with each step and his hand grips the handrail tightly which makes the wood creak. 

“[y/n]?” His voice was surprisingly soft as he calls for you from outside of the bedroom. He knocks once but there is no answer. He knocks again and hears muffled movements. “[y/n]? Are you okay?” 

Ramattra gently pushes the door open and sees you laying on the bed, the slow rise and fall of your chest brought some comfort to him. He watches you for a moment before making his way over to the bed and sitting down. 

You feel the bed dip and roll onto your side, eyes opening and blinking a few times to adjust to the change in light. 

“Ram…?” 

The omnic feels something tug at his wires. The way your voice was so soft, the sleepiness still clearly evident in your tone, it makes him feel warm, even if he does hear it almost every morning when you wake up. This time, though, it felt different. 

“I am here.” His hand gently smoothes over your head. “You have been in here all day.” 

“I know. I keep falling asleep.” 

“You are exhausted.” He confirms. “You have not eaten or moved.” 

“That’s the least of my worries right now-”

“[y/n].” His tone switches. Concern. 

“Ram… Please.” You move your hand to his thigh. “Come lay down with me.”

“You need to eat.” 

“I will eat after. Please. I need you.” 

Ramattra freezes, like his entire system froze on the spot, buffering as he processes your request. That damn tone, the only one that he’s afraid of. The one that makes him feel weak. 

“Of course.” He shifts, pulling the blankets up and shuffling down the bed. His arms instinctively wrap around your body and pull you close. With you resting on his chest, he feels your warmth, he feels your heartbeat. 

“I’ve missed you.” You break that small silence, adjusting your head to lay comfortable despite his rigid chest. “I know I suck at admitting this sorta thing, but you were the only one I could think about when I was working. I knew that once the day was over, I’d get to see you…” 

“I know. It pained me to see you so tired each day. I am glad you are getting a break.” He admits, rubbing up and down your arm with his hand. 

“A long break.” You sigh. “I-”

Ramattra notices the hesitation. “What is it?”

“I actually quit.” There was a nervous laugh that escapes you and then the room was silent. Earlier on in the day you woke up again and finally hit send on that two week notice that had been sitting in your email drafts. The relief you felt at that moment was all you needed. Granted it wasn’t the best timing, having your vacation and then sending your notice in, you didn’t care. Work sucked the life out of you and you had to leave before it got any worse.

It took the omnic a moment to think. “You quit? But what about-”

“I’ve been looking for a new job for months and found something a little closer to home. I had the interview the other day. Pay is far better too.” You trace your fingers over the tubing lining his hips as you talk. “I… I have just been too tired to tell you, I apologise.” 

Ramattra chuckles. “You do not need to apologise. I understand.” His arm pulls you in a little closer before he moves you entirely. 

“Ram-” You smile as the omnic effortlessly makes you lay on top of him, his hands resting on your hips and thumbs rubbing small circles. 

“I can hug you better like this.” His optics look over your flushed face and his wires warm up as he chuckles to hide the embarrassment. His arms wrap around you as the heat of his body begins to make you drift off to sleep once more. 

He notices you falling back asleep, his hands gently rubbing your back as yours slowly stop moving across his shoulders.

Your sleepy voice graces his receptors once more. “Thank you, Rama…” 

“Rest, [y/n]. You are home. You are safe. I have you.”

[melverie]

Aaahhh, thank you so much for the tag @king-a-queen!! 💚💚

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

First name: nope Second name: yep, after my grandma

02 - When was the last time you cried?

About a week ago bc I was laughing too hard Also techinically this morning. My eyes just started tearing up a bit while I was still in bed & staring against the wall. I guess that white wall was just tugging at my heartstrings

03 - Do you have kids?

The only children I have are my OCs <3 My current beloved OCs are Aym, Marchosias (💖💖💖💖💖), and Baal; all for Obey Me

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

So as a kid, I took MSE (self-defense) classes, I did ballet for a short while, and I played badminton. But now I'm not really doing much sports anymore. I'm occasionally working out in a sad attempt to stay healthy but that's...not working out all that well because I keep forgetting about it lol. That being said, I walk anywhere as long as it's a walkable distance away (to me, that's around 90min max), idc it's the European mindset. Der Fußbus hält überall :)

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

As if I would ever smh what are these accusations

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

When I pass strangers on the street, I try to look for little moments that bring them joy. That being said, 90% of the time I'm just lost in my own thoughts & have completely tunnel vision, so imagine noticing anything 😭 When I first meet people tho, it's usually the way they look at you, which tbh is a little ironic because I sometimes just cannot look people in the eyes NFDHSKGJHKSDLGS

07 - What's your eye color?

They used to be blue, but now they're more of a greyish green with a few brown spots in them

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Okay endings, actually! Where characters don't get the happy ending they were hoping for, and some things are still a little messy, but all in all things are okay and they finally get to breath again. Though I guess that's kind of a happy ending? lol

09 - Any talents?

My newest talent is being able to imitate the cry of an owl. My sister explained it to me earlier & once I got it to work I've been doing it non-stop until I got lightheaded 😭 Worth it tho Other than that, being able to teach myself the basics of a lot of things within a day (one of the upsides of ADHD), as well as abandoning a lot of my projects after a while because I suddenly decided to start a completely different one (one of the downsides of ADHD) I also have a real talent for writing angst. Ask any of my closer mutuals, I keep terrorizing them with my ideas (love you guys 💖) And finally: telling myself that I'll go to sleep early & then it's 5am

10 - Where were you born?

in Germanyyy fun fact: I was born more or less close to a town that has a store called 'Mephisto' lol

11 - What are your hobbies?

being insane, obviously 💚 some of my mutuals can surely attest to that lol No, but in general I enjoy writing & drawing, as well as, uhm. Randomly deciding to take up multiple really time-consuming projects, such as the OM card rec thing I did that I still need to update ahhhh, my Obey Me OC & MC ask game that originally had 200+ questions before I cut it in half out of fear of it being too long, half of my side blogs, and SOOOO many other things. <- or in short, being insane 💚 I also really love cooking & baking! Side note, if anyone wants an easy chocolate lava cake recipe, you just need to ask... 👀 Also lately it's just been romancing Thanatos in Hades because I randomly remembered that I hadn't done that yet

12 - Do you have any pets?

I used to have clownfish and a starfish, but other than that I've never had any myself. I love the dogs I dogsit with all my heart tho, and there is this cat that I sometimes meet on my way to work. She always runs up to me when she sees me and won't stop meowing until I start petting her, and last time she climbed onto my lap (I sat down in the middle of the sidewalk, I did not care lmao), she's literally the sweetest 😭😭 I also ring the doorbell for her whenever it rains so she doesn't have to stay outside lol

13 - How tall are you?

1,68m or 5'6 if I got the conversion correct lol

14 - Favourite subject in school?

Heavily depended on the teacher, but generally art class because we usually got to work on whatever we wanted with and listen to music. Also English in 9th grade, math in 10th and German in 11th because the teachers were great

15 - Dream job?

I've been thinking of translations in general/software localizition for a while now. I just love dissecting all the small differences between languages (D.D.D.s being called 'D3' my beloved), + there are so many invisble choices made when translating. You'll always lose something because every language has its little quirks and a different mindset that can't be translated directly, but you'll also gain something that the original version didn't have. It's an art form in itself, and I really love that <3 The other job that keeps popping into my mind is event mangement. I already get to organize a ton of things for my uni since I'm part of the student council for one of my two majors. It's exhausting, but also really rewarding when you have people come up to you afterwards to tell you how much fun they had!

No pressure tags for a bunch of people, hehe >:) @alpine-forget-me-nots @healersadjust @misc-magic @sweetbrier2908 @reblogs-are-the-love @shootingstarrfish @mjoria @too-much-gacha @layphie @katboykirby @ghostlyyraccoon @lost-in-lamentation @bagofwetmice @glamphantasm @wizardthesai @mellonyheart @arlatthan as well as anyone else that wants to join!

[luciddaydreamsstuff]

Desert Duo Doodles! I am in way too many fandoms to count, including content creators and whatnot. It wasn’t until a doodle of some CCs that I realised how many were MCYTs. But I wanted to draw these two cause I liked how I drew Scar in the other original doodle and have drawn Grian a bunch but constantly changed the design. Now I have one that I like.

Under the cut are the individual drawings plus stickers that I forgot to add to the original but decided fuck it it’s done, plus some explanation about design choices and headcanons. (Does anyone even care about that?) Idk and idc, I’ll ramble anyways.

(you don’t have to read the stuff, I don’t really care, but you can if you want)

First off, this one was annoying since it was supposed to be a hug. I was too lazy to draw the Third/Sercet Life outfits, so they are in their default outfits with crowns representing the fact that they won at least one of the Life games.

Ramble: For Grian’s design, I wanted to keep the bird/avian hybrid but also reference other series or past friend. The Life series has the poppy has memorabilia, the blue and red bracelet represents YHS/TS, and the eye necklace is for Evo. The tail is more so a mix of Watcher magic and Avian DNA, bird feet cause why not. The wing ears are hidden to look similar enough to his regular hair, I like to imagine that wing ears are a rarer trait and to not draw too much attention, he would use Watcher magic to change the colour of the wing ears to match his hair. The freckles are based off of the idea that Angel Dust’s freckles are actually just eyes (which were shown in the show), and I liked that idea. He didn’t have freckles before Evo but after in Hermitcraft he did, they are just eyes that are always closed though he can see out of them. It’ll be clearer in the next piece, but his eyes are based off of some bird eyes so a black sclera with coloured pupils. Grian just hides his eyes under his hair since they are more sensitive than normal. Also I didn’t wanna draw his eyes cause it was one of the things I kept changing before.

I’ll go into Scar later since it’s just a half body but he goes by the same rule of his outfit showing where he’s been. So the poppy and lavender for Third Life and the heart necklace for Secret Life. The earrings are based off of the crystals from Season 7.

Alter Egos! Or at least Hot Guy and Arianna Griande. Not much here, but you can see what I meant with the eyes beforehand.

Also, I can’t be the only one to notice or at least point out that Ari and Cute Guy have like the same or a least a very similar colour palette of pink and white.

Final one, and the two are taking a much needed nap. This could take place anywhere though I like to imagine somewhere in Double Life or somewhere between Season 7 - 10

(also I find it very funny how close these two’s bases were for Season 6 - 10. both were near each other in the futuristic district of season six, then next door neighbours at the start of season seven, I don’t need to mention much besides boatem in season eight, again near the start and most of season nine with Scarland and Grian’s timejump build, then finally again in season ten with Magic Mountain. just funny to me for some reason)

Ramble: Scar is like a hybrid between an elf/fae creature and a cat centaur (that I cannot remember the proper name for). The cat half is based off of Jellie, RIP, and his body is scarred because well I mean the dude is accident-prone it’s bound to happen. I imagine that Scar would wear slightly baggy outfits, like they hang off just a bit to not hug his figure. His hair is more based off of Season 9 with him leaning into the whole elf aesthetic, and I both hate and like the hair but whatever. Idk, I kinda just wanted to make him centaur based cause that visual isn’t something I see often. I imagine that hind legs are weaker than the front so he would switch between a cane and a wheelchair that you would see for animals. I might draw that later idk, but yea

If you actually took the time to read this incoherent mess, idk comment a content creator you like, no matter how niche they may be

[jade-of-mourning]

Ok so I saw your post :3

Go to sleep!!! Sleep is important!!!

Can you draw some Stigal please 🥺👉👈

Ignore my blatant conflict of interest. I hope you are well

i feel like this looks like one of those shoddy wattpad covers that have been recycled over at least thirty truth-or-dare fanfics and have increasingly poor pixel quality from the screenshotting done on it, but yee here u go please enjoy

stig has been through Too Much Shit(tm), please let him get a hug idc that he's tall n stuff tall people need hugs too (i say at a grand height of 5'2)

also hey look it's not even midnight as i do this one anyway i'm gonna go do important work stuff now <3 (i'll try to be in bed before 2 am this time though promise i swear i swe

[sl-newsie]

A Clean Slate (Balkan x OC)

I also have a request. Balkan x OC. Idc what happens in it, I just need him!

Another sunny day. Too bad I have to spend it working indoors.

“God I hate this place,” Rita groans from across the shop. “I can’t wait to get outta here!”

“Calm down, mi querida!” Valentina assures her. “You may not like it here, but some of us had to work hard to get here!” 

My coworker goes on complaining while I zone out and scrub the counter. Rita’s always complaining because of her position in the Jet gang. Apparently the Jets are a big deal, but I’ve never personally met them because I just moved from Brooklyn. My father’s in the police force and he transferred to the West Side, which meant I had to wipe a clean slate and start over with making friends. Turns out the goils of the West Side ain’t so friendly and instead of being social I’ve decided on keeping a steady job during summer vacation. Doc’s is the perfect place because Valentina needs all the help she can get.

I hear the door bangs open and a man wearing jeans and a white tank top steps in.

“Ey, Rita! Ya done woirk’n yet? We’s got business in ‘Hattan to deal with!” 

“Alright, alright.” Rita follows the brute out, strangely looking more bored than before.

Time slips by, only providing us with a few customers, and before I know it it’s already 5:30.

“Time to clock out, Lottie.” Valentina walks out from the back room holding the keys. “Don’t worry about the clean up. Tony’s stopping by to mop. Buenas noches!”

“Good night, Valentina.” I grab my purse and head into the cool summer night. The sun hasn’t set yet and a gorgeous collage of orange and pink spreads across the sky. I clutch my purse close and begin the walk home-

“Hey! Runaway coin!”

The clinking sound of metal draws my attention to a silver-colored coin rolling down the sidewalk. It nearly reaches the sewer until I step on it with my blue heel.

“Much obliged, doll!” A man jogs up from behind and kneels down to look for his coin. “Um, where’d it go?”

“Oh, sorry.” I lift up my foot to reveal the gleaming coin. “Here it is.”

The man keeps his face down as he retrieves his possession. What I don’t expect is for him to lean down to kiss my foot.

“Excuse me?” I jerk away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Now the man stands up and I can see him. He’s wearing an olive-green shirt with the sleeves rolled up under a blue vest, along with dark jeans and sneakers. At first I think he’s too bizarre to trust, however the thankful expression on his face makes me reconsider.

“Sorry, doll. ‘S just that this coin means everything to me. Guess I overreacted.” He holds out a hand and we both shake, causing my heart to respond by racing much too fast than I’d like it to.

“You ain’t from here, are ya? I’d remember you if you were.”

I shyly shake my head and fidget with my purse. “No, I just moved from Brooklyn.”

“Brooklyn, eh? Well then let me be gentlemanly enough to officially welcome you to the West Side!” He gives me a quick salut. “Name’s Balkan, from the Jets.”

My breath catches and I step away. “Jets? That’s the gang everyone talks about. I heard some people were almost killed in a fight last month.”

Balkan pockets his coin and holds up a steady hand, eyeing me with a calm demeanor.

“Yeah, there were a few close calls. But that was before the peace agreement. You got nothing to worry about.”

I want to believe him, but my father’s teachings are spinning through my head.

“My father’s a police officer. If you do anything to me, he will find you.”

There’s a noticeable spark in Balkan’s eyes, something that imitates fear. But it only lasts a split-second. He steps a few feet back and holds his hands out for me to see.

“I’m unarmed, I swear. I don’t want you to feel unsafe. What’s your name?”

He knows his law procedures. This is how dad says criminals are supposed to stand when they’re arrested. Has he ever been arrested? Calm down, Lottie. He asked a decent question. 

“I’m Lottie.” My voice shakes a little. “Nice to meet you, Balkan.”

Balkan nods respectfully. “That’s a pretty name. If you want you can call me Marcus. That’s my real name, Marcus Jackson.”

I’ll have dad run a background check on him later.

“Since you’re new, would you want me to show you around?”

Keep calm, relax. He’s just being friendly.

“Um, maybe some other time? During the day?”

It’s strange how Balkan isn’t getting annoyed by my paranoid behavior. He’s been nothing but respectful, which is something I don’t expect from a gang member.

“I get that. Is your home nearby? I wanna make sure you get there safely.”

I inch further away towards the direction of home. “I’d rather not have you know where I live, if you don’t mind. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

Taking a deep breath, I swiftly walk past the now-stuttering Jet.

“What’s it gonna take for you to trust me?”

I keep walking. “In Brooklyn I learned to trust nobody. People are disappointing, they will take what they want and spread lies when they’re through with you.”

Now Balkan is walking to keep up. “I’m sorry that happened, but not everyone is like that. It doesn’t have to be too serious. I’ll start.” He clears his throat. “Hello, my name is Marcus. I come from a broken family because my own father left when I was 5. I met the Jet leaders Tony and Riff a few years ago, and since then I've become one-a the Jets’ best fighters. I know that sounds whacky to you, but to me the Jets are my family.”

His sad background sounds like lots of the cases dad talks about at home. He says delinquents are unpredictable. But this is the first time I’ve heard the other side of the story.

I stop walking and look at Marcus with a different perspective. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through that. We both have conflicted pasts, but that shouldn’t define the future. Would you, um, still be willing to walk me home?”

Dad’s going to kill me.

Marcus grins in delight and offers an arm. More gentleman than delinquent. “I’d luv to, Lottie.”

I take his arm and we resume walking. Another trait that surprises me is his smell. It’s mint. Like a fresh peppermint pattie.

“Why is your coin important to you?” Just keeping up the conversation.

“It was my old man’s. He gave it to me before he left, said a million-dollar fortune could be made out of a single coin.” Marcus shakes his head and laughs. “Some fortune now, huh?”

His unfaltering optimism is something to admire. “What is it you plan to do for a living after school?”

“Dunno, maybe something with mechanics. I’m pretty good with building things. Have you met Jackie yet?”

The name brings no familiarity. “No?”

“She works with me in the shop. Jackie’s Velma’s little sister.”

I grit my teeth. “I do know Velma. Her and Grazie are… interesting.”

Marcus chuckles. “Yeah, they can be a handful. Jackie ain't like that, though. She’s nice.”

I give him a questioning look. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you’re new here and I can tell you’s looking for friends. Am I right?”

Ok this guy’s growing on me. First he offers to take me home, now he’s taken interest in helping me fit in.

“Y-Yeah. I’m not too good at finding friends. Thank you.”

“No problem.” We turn the block and start walking down my street. “So what’s your plans for after school?”

I don’t wanna lie, but I feel that my planned career will make him feel embarrassed.

“Um, I’m looking into being a professor of anatomy.”

Marcus’ head swings to look at me with wild eyes. Here it comes. Go ahead, make fun of the weird, nerdy outcast newcomer-

“That’s amazing!”

What?

I stare at him. “You’re not upset?”

Balkan repeatedly shakes his head, still smiling. “Why would I be? That’s a top-notch job! You must be one smart cookie, Lottie!”

I slowly realize that my brain isn’t going to get me mocked. “Thank you! Normally people hear that and think it’s crazy for a woman to be teaching at a university.” I bite my lip. “That’s- that’s actually part of the rumors I had back in Brooklyn. The girls used to say I was less feminine for wanting to take up a man’s job.”

Balkan stops walking and puts a hand on my shoulder. Earlier my instincts would’ve been to kick his crotch and run, but now I’m not afraid anymore.

“Those bitches don’t know what they’re saying. They’s jealous because you’s smarter than them, Lottie. Being smart don’t mean you’s less feminine. In fact, lots-a guys admire a goil with brains.” A smile grows on his face. “I know ‘cause I’m one-a them.”

Oh God. Steady, Lottie. But it’s no use. The walls I’ve built to keep people out are cracking. How has this man been able to make me feel special when he literally just met me?

“Who are you, Marcus Jackson?” I whisper. “You show up chasing a coin, a complete stranger. And now you treat me like an actual person.” My body reacts by giving him a soft hug, one that Marcus accepts gently.

“You’s a real nice goil, Lottie. Anyone should treat you like one.” I hear him sigh. “I’m probably gonna get killed for this.”  Before I can ask Marcus pulls away and looks down at me with soft eyes. “Lottie, would you maybe wanna go out with me sometime? It don’t have to be much, just- Maybe as friends?”

It’s a good thing Marcus is still holding me because if he wasn’t I’d be crumbling to the floor.

“You mean that? An actual date?” I can’t hide my excitement. “No one’s ever asked before. Are you sure?”

The Jet boy’s eyes widen. “Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!”

Through my sudden happiness I feel tears beginning to form. “I’d luv to, Marcus. But first-” I give a small laugh. “You should probably meet my parents first.”

He doesn’t even flinch. “Absolutely!”

“Good! Because… This is me.” I point to the door of the small house we’re standing in front of.

“Nice place,” the Jet compliments.

“Thank you. Would you like to come in? Dad won’t be home for another hour but I can ask if you can stay for dinner.”

Marcus looks as if I’d just offered him a million dollars. “Um, yeah! I mean, if it’s alright with your folks- Am I dressed well enough?”

I can’t help but laugh at his adorable statement. “You’re fine, Marcus.” Taking his hand, I lead him to the front door and lead him deeper into my life.

“Mother! I’m home! I brought some company.”

“Hello, dear!” Mother comes bustling from the kitchen. When she sees Balkan she freezes and her eyes narrow. “Lottie, who is this man?” she asks in a stern voice.

I give Marcus’ hand a squeeze. “Mother, this is Marcus. He walked me home from work.”

The Jet sets himself in a respectful stance. “Good evening, ma’am. I just wanted to make sure your daughter got home safe. I meant no disrespect.”

“Could he stay for dinner?” I ask hopefully.

Mother stews over my words with a conflicted expression. “Could I talk with you for a moment? Your friend can wait outside.”

That’s not exactly a no. Balkan doesn’t seem to mind because he gives a nod and walks back out without question. Once he’s gone, mother rushes over to put her hands on my shoulders.

“Sweetie, I am so happy you are trying to socialize. But is that boy the kind of crowd you think is right to be around?”

My confidence doesn’t slip. “I didn’t trust him either, but Marcus is a good man even if he is part of the Jets. You know how hard I’ve had it trying to find friends, mom. Well, Marcus and I are both starting with a clean slate. He’s not like the criminals dad deals with.”

Mother lets out a deep sigh. “Your father may not be happy at first.”

“I know. But please at least let him stay for dinner? Give him a chance for you to warm up to him.”

I think my goose is cooked. My parents have always been strict, and someone like Balkan isn’t exactly the prime example of dinner company-

“Very well, he can stay.” Mother’s worried look changes to a smile. “We’ve raised you well enough to have good judgment. I’m sure this young man is quite catching enough for you to bring him home. You’re growing up so fast, Lottie!” She gives me one last squeeze. “Alright, let him in.”

Feeling full of giddy hope I rush back to the door and open it to find an anxious-looking Balkan.

“My mother passed her blessing for you to join us! Come right in.”

Marcus looks like I just hung the moon. “O-Ok!”

I show him to the dining room and we both help set the table. Mother keeps a watchful eye as she brings out dishes of chicken and potatoes, but relaxes after she starts to see Marcus isn’t a threat.

“We usually eat before dad gets home,” I explain as we sit down. “Sometimes he gets overbooked with paperwork and doesn’t want us waiting too long.” I lean in and whisper: “You’ve met my mom, now you just need to survive my dad.”

Balkan’s face freezes in a look of new-found terror, but mother just laughs.

“I’ll talk him into it,” she assures. “Your father may be the head of the house, but the mother is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants.”

Marcus and I grab hands under the table, and for once in my life I’m glad we moved from Brooklyn. This new start is refreshing for both me and Marcus, one that I hope will lead to something special.

(Sneaked in a My Big Fat Greek Wedding reference!)

[abey-baby-apologist]

clone high final episode spoilers below! (9 n 10)

holy fuck im so happy. even though im super annoyed how they keep throwing a bunch of really good ideas for relationships and plot in the trash- im just so happy with what we got. 

OK FIRST EPISODE 9??? THE ANIMATION WAS SO FUCKING GOOD AND I HAD TO PAUSE BECAUSE WHEN WESLEY WAS FLAILING IN THE SEA, IT WAS DAMN smooth and pleasant to watch, as morbid as it sounds lol. that whole scene with the comic-esque vibe was so so pleasing. 

and that whole episode was super like, sad but funny. i literally stood up and yelled when Mr. B was getting near the edge. like i probably woke up every single one of my neighbors in like.. a 50 mile radius it was that bad im so fucking annoying about this show. 

BUT THEN SCUDS SAVED HIM AND I WAS SO HAPPY, LIKE THEYRE LITERALLY AN OLD COUPLE, AND LITERALLY THEY’RE FATHERS TO THEIR CLONE KIDS AND THEYRE ALL SUCH A BIG HAPPY FAMILY AND AUGHHHH im gonna draw family stuff with them so bad. I WISH THESE EPISODES CAME OUT BEFORE FATHERS DAY IT WOULD’VE BEEN PERFECT. 

ok, episode 10 i have to take a deep breath with. i am VERY happy. and idk if it was because the bar was so low, or if it was because i was so anxious i was vomiting everywhere because i needed content so bad, but i am overjoyed. 

THE ABETOPH CONTENT WE GOT WAS SO GOOD. WE HAVE LIKE... 3 NEW CUTE PHOTOS OF THEM HANGING OUT, AND LIKE A BUNCH OF MOMENTS OF ABE CARRYING TOPHER ON HIS BACK. was it because he was being tophers lackey? fine, sure, whatever. BUT AFTER THAT WHEN JFK BROKE TOPHERS PHONE IT WAS OVER (im upset it wasnt developed on further because people who didnt watch it in real time like us will surely be fine. so fuck you.) 

Also, ABE AND JFKS FREINDSHIP HOLUYDBIUJEWNFJKNF oh my god not to be autistic but i was stimming so fucking hard WHEN THEY HUGGED, I WAS LIKE YES FINALLY. FINALLLLLYYY!!! theyre my sweet boys and THAT WHOLE FRIEND GROUP HAS ME IN TEARS. LIKE abe and Confucius are already bros, as we see them playing in the school yard, and JFK and Confucius are already bros from the sleepover episode, but NOW JFK AND ABE ARE BROS. FUCK. YEAH. oh and tophers there too. i like how they treat topher tbh. like hes just there until he says something out of pocket and they’re just like stfu. 

but with the girls friend group.. oof. i honestly loved them so much, especially with cleo, but NOW ITS FUCKED. and its not even joans fault tbh. like when i was watching the scene where frida dropped joan i was like “damn” but then, JOAN MENTIONS HOW SHE HELPED EVERYONE BEFORE AND I WAS LIKE “DAYYYYYYUUMMMM UR RIGHT” so now im conflicted. But again like??? bruh i would choose cleo too tbh lmao.

Also, i’m glad clone college isn’t real. because jfk mentions about taking shelly to .. biology? which i think is a only 1st year class. and in the original clone high everyone is like “omg u hit puberty over summer” Which i feel is typically something thats potrayed in media AFTER middle school. but i could be wrong so, idk. just really glad they didn’t do the clone college bc i hate change. also theyre 16 lmao. OR MAYBE THEY WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT... in the future when highschools done?? IDK. IDC.

anyway. im scared for joans friend group and i fucking love joan, and i am in love with abe, toph, jfk, and Confucius’s little bromances and augh. im so happy. and THE CLIFF HANGER WASN’T TERRIBLE ALSO, IN MY OPNINON. 

im just glad joanabe wasn’t endgame. i mean, i would be pretty happy because im a sucker for childhood friends to lovers but also NOOOOOO joan deserves better. so. yeah 10/10 

if you read this far, holy crap, im proud of you, and ily 

that is my review on the finale so i’ll be making so much content now that im not on the brink of collapsing everytime i think of clone high. like trust me im gonna try and stretch out this fixation for as long as i can. though im probably gonna draw a surplus of abe and jfk art bc they were my fav in 2020

[matchamabs]

look if im gonna have autism i might as well go balls to the wall with my fixations yeah? tho this time i was planning this for a while so,,, im not that unhinged

hello its black raven week time,,,, in like a month

i would push it further into the year but wow looks like mabs got saddled with some rlly shit legal duties!!! so :(( here we are. its time. im done makin the art and fics, this time i wanna see U GUYS do it!! i know there’s been a lot of weeks recently so this is just lax. u can make art in advance or just do one day idc just have fun with it

and as muuuch as i thought abt making a whole new blog for this i decided bleh not worth it + i already have a follower count so instead of doin THAT im just gonna b reblogging LOTS of ur stuff and also with the tag blackravenweek2023 so like shove that info into ur brain as hard as u can

if u cannot read the picture it isssss february 21st to 28th i just noticed i wrote,,,, 21th,,,,, twenty firth,,,

i have day details below the read more!!! look at them. its my gift of clarification 2 u. also obvs if anyone has annnny questions u can summon me in any manner n ill b there. 

no real rules to this one other than dont be a perv. and also don’t be a coward and draw tweeds thin cmon now. also alllll this content DOES include arianna and tony so like. no need to leave them out! let them join the party! 

Day 1 - Black Raven

The creature himself. The frontman n costume of the group! What a good design he is. Go hamwild with him!

Day 2 - Sweets 

or candy if u live over the water. its basically child jet fuel. the one thing that glues them all together!! they all love sweets so ur tasked with drawing them in whichever capacity u like (personally i love chewing nuts but. google doesnt agree with that as a search term apparently......)

Day 3 - Girls

lets be honest. wren and marilyn are the biggest backbone holdin that group together so show em some love! 

Day 4 - Family

do they have families? or are they each others families? maybe its just a dog. whatever u reckon is what we wanna see. (did u know shackwell is louis’ dad. mental.)

Day 5 - Work

they’re kids but they work hard as balls! do u ever wonder just what they get up to behind the scenes to keep the market running? ill bet its super mundane. 

Day 6 - The Spectre

its where we got to see them the most! the events during the spectre, what they got up to before the spectre, maybe just lying in bed bein scared as shit! i mean did u know marilyns house got destroyed by that thing? :(( rip house

Day 7 - Favourite

who is ur favourite member??? i wanna know! i wanna knowww!! 

Day 8 - have fun :) love mabs 

[epicfranb]

@mortpee: if you could come up with a manga, what would it be abt ?

Hmm well i have an idea that i would love to make a comic abt, and it is strongly inspired by the mahou shoujo genre, so it counts hehe :3 it's about magical girls whose powers are based on forms of art! I think about a lot of things that bother me about this genre, missed opportunities, or limitations due to the fact that most of those series are for kids... But my main gripe is that, if you look at action shounen series, even if they're made for young teens, they're still interesting to watch for older ppl, but with mahou shoujo it's like you always have to keep in mind: this was made for kids, and so the conflicts (even tho they can be pretty mature) are aimed at kids, so can be pretty watered down or underdeveloped :"3 and you get SOOOOOO many cool shounen series that do very cool things with the tropes and expectations (mp100, one punch man, hxh), but in the mahou shoujo genre you get the sub-genre of "edgy magical girls" inspired by Madoka (and i don't personally think Madoka actually belongs to that genre, it's a deconstruction of the mahou shoujo genre, but it is still a pretty traditional mahou shoujo). Edgy magical girls rely on shock factor a lot of the time. Like, Magical Girl Site and Magical Girl Raising Project are literally just shounen series but with magical girls - it's not really the same. Funnily enough, Kill la Kill, which is literally a shounen series, leans into the mahou shoujo genre and borrows a lot from it, to the point where it feels more like mahou shoujo than the previous 2 i mentioned 🙃 So i would really really love if the mahou shoujo genre continued to evolve, be taken more seriously, more experimentation to be done within it, etc while still remaining a mahou shoujo genre, with magical transformations and friendship saving the world, and turning into a big god-like magical being and having the final battle in space :"D

So, after explaining my motivation, here are a couple of things i would do in my story:

- older characters. Magical girls in these series are usually aged between 13 and 17, and any more is like an older magical girl. The magical girls in my story would still be young, but i would set the minimal age of all characters to 18.

- a lot of magical girls! What i liked in Magia Record (the game, idc about the anime) was that there was a lot of them! It was established in the original madomagi that girls establish their territories on which they work (i think they did it in Raising Project as well), which implies there are a lot of magical girls. They did do too many in Magireco (they didn't ALL have to be in this one city xD), but i love the idea. With my idea, it would also mean i get to create a lot of unique characters based on different forms of art :D

- RULES!!! It isn't always explained in stories HOW people use magic. In Witch Hat Atelier, you draw your magic! In Tweeny Witches, you need parts of fairies, such as their hair or feathers! For my story, it would make sense that the girls can use any magic they can imagine. But with them doing different arts, they would naturally imagine things differently! "How to use magic?" "What is magic?" They would all have different answers to these questions. Maybe one music girl would use sound waves to deafen their enemy, but another one would play relaxing melodies to put a monster to sleep, a third one could heal their allies because they believe music has a healing effect.

- Worldbuilding! Why are magical girls a thing? What is their bigger purpose? Where did their cute mascots appear from? What are the monsters that keep appearing? How did nobody know about all this before?? How long has magic even been a thing??? I'm certainly borrowing from Madoka with these questions, and i plan to have a "FUCK. OUR LIVES ARE MEANINGLESS" moment in the end, but 1) nobody dies 2) ppl recover from this and find new hope 3) they defeat the evil and lose their magic as an exchange, but it's ok because their art and their friendships are the real magic 🥰🥰

- more diversity! I can't represent absolutely everyone of course, but i would want to have characters of different ethnicities and genders and sexualities at least. There isn't a rule that only girls can be magical, it's just that I'm going to focus on girls, but there will be magical boys and enbies too lol :D i have ideas for some disabled magical girls and trans magical girls and i just have sooo many ideas for designs and backstories in my head!!! (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

So yeah, hopefully i could get to that at some point.... ^_^; and i hope you liked reading my rambles :"D

[raid3r-r4bbit]

THE OC LONG LIST THAT MADE ME WANT TO CRY THINGIE!!!!!

@fuzzydreamin this was so much worse than i anticipated. IM TAGGING NOBODY BECAUSE I HAD TO GO OUTSIDE AND SIT ON MY PORCH FOR 15 WHOLE MINUTES AFTER MY COMPUTER CRASHED AND I LOST THE WHOLE THING :D!!!!!)

HOWDY! AS of posting, I'm on my way to the airport and going to be traveling to wasteland weekend, and while my posting's already been a little erratic in the last few days its about to do that again lol. I might have time to do some stuff while hanging out at the airport and while in air, not sure about actually at the air bnb and shit, but whatever. so no promises, no guarantees, treat it like a Wishlist, drop an ask or two (fr idc) and i might draw something. I will even make memes. OK Das it for announcements

(Lmao i typed this whole thing up and then my computer fucking crashed, saving none of it, so take two ig.

Fair warning, I make more drug references than probably needed in this, and made a fun little list at the end for you all. There's def a bunch of spelling errors, sorry I dont have the time to fix it all. I've also jumbled details about all of them together because of overlap, so if you really want to know you have to read the whole goddamn thing) Ok have fun reading.

JOLT ✧˖°. PERSONAL $ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non-applicable ✪ Class/Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed ( The four of them aren't nessiciarily impoverished, or living in poverty, but it's hard to expand when you're either living in a small city or traveling in a small trailer, life isn't the worst, nobody's strugling to make ends meet (not that anyones charging them rent, though.) but at the same time, they arent living in some kind of mansion. Jolt mostly manages money in the group, and all together they do pretty well.

Jolt is muscular, but he tends to over do it with training and fighting, occasionally skipping meals, definitly fit though. there isn't much of a caste system within the story, you've either got someplace to stay or you dont.

Jolt, like the rest of them, hasnt had a "proper formal education", but he's the most well written of the group, able to read and write in both spanish and english, as well as being fluent in both. His mathmatical skills are enough to get by with, simple maths. He's also read a lot of history books in his free time, so he knows a suprising amount of US history, not that most of it matters anymore.

Most of the time, the crimes he's commited have been done in places where it doesnt really matter- around other raiders, killing people in arena style fights, ect. He's not got the stickiest hands, but he's swiped a few things in his life. Over all, he's intimidating and skilled enough to swipe stuff without gettign caught.)

✧˖°. FAMILY ◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased/?????? ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted / found family / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable (Jolt is worried about the idea of raising children in the wasteland without a solid comunity or stable way of life, and he's also concerned about his own addiction and behavior affecting them, but he enjoy the idea of being a parent and raising kids.

Before everythign happened, his family was a very close unit, definitly closer to his mother than his father, though. His father rough around the edges, but overall a good man. His mother wanted to make sure her kids were intelligent and capable, and enjoyed passing on information from her life, and her family, history, to them. His siblings and him were also quite close, often depeneding on him when his mother passed away.

Jolt's mother died when he was around 14-15, and his father passed away a few weeks before he turned 19, after which he left his siblings. Over time he eventually found himself tangled with a few people and groups but never really found a home until he was tangled with Bux, Keres, and Rikki. The four of them make up a somewhat weird but very close family.)

✧˖°. TRAITS + TENDENCIES ♦ extroverted / introverted / in-between ♦ disorganized / organized / in-between ♦ close-minded / open-minded / in-between ♦ calm / anxious / in-between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between ♦ cautious / reckless / in-between / highly contextual ♦ patient / impatient / in-between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between ♦ leader / follower / in-between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between ♦ traditional / modern / in-between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in-between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown / highly contextual ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown ((yea im not explaining all of that))

✧˖°. BELIEFS ★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don't know / don’t care / in a matter of speaking ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don't care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual ((spoilers?) Jolt's belief's are similar to Kere's somewhat pagan in nature, but also a bit alternative. One of his major beliefs is that most people are inherently evil, and people who claim they aren't are often far worse.)

✧˖°. SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all (Jolt is demi Romantic and Pansexual, He doesnt really have a prefrence sexually, but romantically he isnt really insterested in dating women, (on top of not already being interested in dating.) He's previously been promiscuis, having hooks up and one night stands but mostly as a result of need or drunken mistakes. He's pretty tied to keres, however.)

✧˖°. ABILITIES ☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none (Jolt has pretty extensive training and combat experience, and is likely not someone you want to pick a fight with, he does loose advantage in ranged combat, not being skilled with guns, and not being very fast and flexible, but he's pretty much gaurenteed to at least break limbs (at least ) in hand to hand combat.

There a few things he forgets how to spell, and occasionally forgets words in english/spanish, but nothing outside the normal relm of someone who's bilingul. He's decently literate though, and enjoys reading and writting.

Jolt paints fequently and paints things like aniamls and plants to catolauge them, writing down information as he learns about them, either for saftey, hunting, or foraging, sometimes even receipes. He's not super skilled at it, and struggles to draw people, but it's still a hobby of his.

He's skilled with things like cooking, construction, and he's pretty good at taking care of weapons/ maintaining them. he's not great with machinery, things like cars and what not, he is decent at wiring though, and can hot wire cars in case of emergency. )

✧˖°. HABITS ☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic / former borderline alcoholic turned sober ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: tried some / never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler (Jolt isnt an alcholic in the same what your mom isnt an alcholic but drinks 2-3 glasses of wine every night, except it's whiskey or burbon. He doenst really drink to get drunk, maybe a little bit buzzed, tipsy at most, but over all just enjoys the warmth from alcohol.

Jolt smokes pretty regularly, often smelling like it too. Nicotine is one of the only things that helps his hands from trembling, but also makes it worse in the long run.

He's got pretty hardcore psycho addiction. while using he's either highly aggressive and manic, but often is subject to bad trips becoming emotional and mostly inconsolable. He also uses day tripper and marijuana, but less recreational and more medicinal, using them to manage his psycho addiction and mental health issues.

stimpacks, med x, rad away, rad x for all of them, jolt also uses buffout but like a pre-workout/training situation, often only taking half a dose. He also uses Calmex but as directed.

Jolt dies most of the cooking, cooking a lot of mexican and native dishes (or as close as he can get) so mostly things fluctiate from extremely healthy to very deep fried. He really enjoys spicy food more then sweet food, and his favorite foods are often served over rice, or fried. Some of his favorites are Pemmican (my mom made this a lot as a kid and its like a larabar with meat. highly reccomend), Tamales, and menudo (personally, i hate tripe, it makes me want to crawl in a hole and die, but my mom loves and says its very good for you.)

He's pretty stingy with money, budgeting everything, drugs, drinks, cigarettes, food, everything is included. Every so often he'll splurge on new spices or food, paint suplies, or on something as a surprise for Keres (which is usually new herbs or candles.) He also enjoys buying and trying unique cuts of food or veggies or meats he's never tried before.

as for gambling:

gambled once, and vowed to never do it again. He does do betted fights, but he's rarely lost a fight, picking his opponents carefully.)

KERES (im switchin up the placement bite my ass i dont care) ✧˖°. PERSONAL $ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non-applicable ✪ Class/Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed (Keres is a little chubby, but not really over weight, just kinda thicc, but over all they are healthy.

Keres has proably had the best education of the group, learning both "traditional" subjects and also more alternative once (natrual medicines, and other things)

Surprisingly, Keres isnt really into the whole stealing things thing, and will pretty much only use violence as a means to protect themselves or their friends.)

✧˖°. FAMILY ◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted / found family / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable (Keres isn't sure if they want kids, or can even have them. Keres is intersex, and with their specific condition it isnt impossible, just highly unlikely. As for wanting kids, keres hasn't really been around enough children to know if that's what they want, basically raising Rikki and taking care of Bux pretty much fufills that need for them.

Keres had a close but strained relationship with their family, their parents being strict, but not rough or hateful. They chose to leave after taking in Rikki, seeing that their family wasnt really capable of feeding more people. Keres has five other siblings, none of which they're particularly close with. Over all like the rest of the group, its mostly a found family type situation.)

✧˖°. TRAITS + TENDENCIES ♦ extroverted / introverted / in-between ♦ disorganized / organized / in-between ♦ close-minded / open-minded / in-between ♦ calm / anxious / in-between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between ♦ cautious / reckless / in-between / highly contextual ♦ patient / impatient / in-between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between ♦ leader / follower / in-between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between ♦ traditional / modern / in-between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in-between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown / highly contextual ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown ((yea im not explaining all of that))

✧˖°. BELIEFS ★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don't know / don’t care / in a matter of speaking ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don't care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual (again, very pagan like, but keres holds more beliefs than Jolt, believing things like almost anything pre war, with some exceptions (mostly the trailer and shoes if needed, other vehicles, and some simple things like abandoned tins, jars ,mugs ect.) are inherently evil and useless, and that items that are prewar are not to be used.

They spend a lot of time meditating, or crafting spells for the others, things like talismans and pocket spells.

Their over all belief is a bit similar to traditional Native American beliefs, celtic and/or norse paganism, and a few other things that have, like everything else in the wasteland, evolved or changed over time.)

✧˖°. SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual/Other ❥ Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

(Keres is androsexual, preferring men/masculine individuals.)

✧˖°. ABILITIES ☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none (not traditonally trained in combat, but decently skilled, enough to defend themselves or others, or potentially ward off potential threats.

Keres is mostly blind, having severe cataracts in both eyes. they could read previously, and with some aid still can. Jolt and Rikki often sit down and rewrite books using extra pressure so that keres can read the indents (like braille but none of them know it.) have several books they can use. Other wise, they are literate. they also know some spanish, not enough to be considered fluent, but enough to hold private conversations with Jolt right in fron to rikki and Bux.

Keres isnt the most technically skilled, they can sew decently well, can crochet and knit at alarming speed for someone with little to no vision, and again, despite being blind, makes a decent medic.)

✧˖°. HABITS ☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic / former borderline alcoholic turned sober ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: tried some / never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler (Keres drinks occasionally with the others, but otherwise rarely drinks. they enjoy the taste of alcohol, but they dont enjoy the feeling of being drunk, or getting disoriented. On occasion, they may get a little tipsy, provided someone is there to help them get back home.

They enjoy the smell of cigarette smoke on other people, but not the taste of inhaling smoke. they've smoked before, but never really enjoyed it.

Keres smokes a lot of weed, but also has a decently high tolerance to it, rarely actually getting high. They dont have a lot of anxiety but they seem to be a bit inattentive without it. They also use Jet, a lot, it helps again from being disassociated, or over stimulated, using it to regulate themselves.

Most medicinal medicines keres uses are once they've made themselves, and are usually tinctures, teas or topical ointments. Keres loves anything Jolt cooks, being unable to cook themselves, rikki being unable to handle spices very well and Bux incinerating everything he "cooks". His style of cooking is nearly identical to their families' and Jolt's curiosity for trying new receipies is exciting to keres, as it mean flavor and textural variety. They enjoy savory and bitter foods, and also fermented dishes. Keres doesn't really have any particularly favorite dishes, but anything with seafood, jerky, or fried is likely to be enjoyed. All that being said, they won't eat anythign pre-war. Probably for the best.

Keres is not allowed to buy things. They will spend all their money on candles or yarn.

Keres has never had in interest in gambling, but is inexplicably good at dominoes.)

RIKKI ✧˖°. PERSONAL $ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non-applicable ✪ Class/Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed (Rikki in on the underweight side of things, being incredibly thin. her anxiety makes it oftenndifficult to eat of keep food down. She's had no education, and Keres and Jolt have attempted to teach her how to read and write, with very little success. Jolt often sits down with her, making little work sheets for her. She picked up math pretty quickly however, and enjoys doing the various math problems the pair have her work out. Rikki is a little bit of a kelpto, and her small size and bubbly personality make it easy for her to get away with taking things, caught or not.)

✧˖°. FAMILY

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased/unknown ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted / found family / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable (Rikki is scared at the thought of having children. It's not that she doesnt enjoy children, it's just the idea of the entire proccess is traumatic for her.

Rikki doesn't know if she has siblings, She thinks she has a brother or a cousin. She knows she has a father, but she knows very little about him. the relationship between them is nonexsistent.)

✧˖°. TRAITS + TENDENCIES ♦ extroverted / introverted / in-between ♦ disorganized / organized / in-between ♦ close-minded / open-minded / in-between ♦ calm / anxious / in-between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between ♦ cautious / reckless / in-between / highly contextual ♦ patient / impatient / in-between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between ♦ leader / follower / in-between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between ♦ traditional / modern / in-between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in-between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown / highly contextual ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown ((yea im not explaining all of that))

✧˖°. BELIEFS ★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don't know / don’t care / in a matter of speaking ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don't care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual (Rikki doesnt hold an particular beliefs, but enjoys watching/listeing to Keres and Jolt talk about things, and occasioanlly participates, enjoying having her palms read, or using tarot cards with keres, or listening to jolt ramble about nature while they forage together.)

✧˖°. SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all (Rikki is Aceflux, she fluctates through various states, but over all reamains asexual, and is sexually replused. She isnt oppsed to the idea of being romantic with someone, but is often to anxious to persue a relationship.)

✧˖°. ABILITIES ☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none (She isnt the best in an actual fight, but she's a phenominal sniper.

Rikki is surprisngly good at math, but also not very great at reading.

She can maybe draw some stick figures, but enjoys doodling with Bux.

Rikki is great at sewing, and also extremely talented at maintaining and fixing guns, and other mechanical weapons.)

✧˖°. HABITS ☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic / former borderline alcoholic turned sober ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: tried some / never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler (Over all, most subsance use on her end is pretty casual, rikki basically enjoying her freinds being around her and partaking a little bit here and there, or enjoying a drink on a nice after noon. She's the "designated driver" who cant actually drive.

Rikki is a very picky eater, typically subsiding off of simple sandwiches, or soups that are made specifically because of her squeamish nature to texturally adventurous foods, and she cant handle spicy foods to save her life.

Rikki likes to buy herself nice things sometimes, occasionally going overboard and buying mostly uselss trinkets.

She's a pretty decent gambler, and most of her money is made gambling people who clearly aren't great at what they're trying to do.)

BUX

✧˖°. PERSONAL $ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non-applicable ✪ Class/Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other ✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed (Other than the excessive drug use and munchies, Bux's pretty active, and stays pretty thin. He's got a good bit of muscle, and he sometimes has a little chub, but he's definitley not as fit as he could be.

He was in school for a bit before his parents divorced, he father then pulling him out of school to work on the farm. Bux has probably the stickiest fingers of the group, he could steal an entire cart of stuff and not only would you not see him do it, youd have no idea where any of it went. )

✧˖°. FAMILY

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted / found family / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable (He's not keen on the idea of having kids. he'd rather avoid them entierly.

He's got a complex relationship with most family members. He doesnt resent his mother, but he's upset with her for not taking him with her when she and walter divorced. Then she married Perry. Perry's great, super nice, and seems like he actually enjoy's Bux's enjoyment of machines and tattoos. But he still had two kids with his mom and didnt think to invite him over even once.

His two sisters adore him, having an older brother who got in trouble for sneeking out and hanging out with a bunch of raiders seems cool to them. He however, does not want to spend time with them. He doesnt hate them, but he feels a twang of envy and sometimes guilt everytime he sees them.)

✧˖°. TRAITS + TENDENCIES ♦ extroverted / introverted / in-between ♦ disorganized / organized / in-between ♦ close-minded / open-minded / in-between ♦ calm / anxious / in-between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between ♦ cautious / reckless / in-between / highly contextual ♦ patient / impatient / in-between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between ♦ leader / follower / in-between ♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between ♦ traditional / modern / in-between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in-between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown / highly contextual ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown ((yea im not explaining all of that))

✧˖°. BELIEFS ★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic ☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don't know / don’t care / in a matter of speaking ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking ❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don't care ✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious ❀ Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual (jesus himself could decend from heaven and bless this boy personally and he still wouldnt believe, but he swears up an down he's seen mothman.)

✧˖°. SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual ❥ Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless ♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious ⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all (he's bi, leaning prefrence towards women.)

✧˖°. ABILITIES ☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none (Bux is not well trained in combat (despite Jolt's attempts.) but is still pretty skilled. Mostly melee, and using his terain to his benefit, prefering to ambush or corner people.

Bux can read, just not well or quickly; on top of needing to focus to read, he has no ability to focus, so he often seems illierate, but he's just a little stupid. He (and Rikki) only speak english, so hearing jolt constant swearing in spanish, or jolt and keres talking "serect older adult stuff" right in front of them is frustrating. Rikki's tried to pick up spanish, but picking it up from two affulent people (who aren't trying to teaching you) is harder then it looks (sounds?); Bux on the other hand, has chosen to ignore it.

Jolt is normally the one considered the artist of the group, and sure, when it comes to drawing plants and animals, he's better than Bux, but when drawing people Bux is usually better. Bux likes making more abstract desgins, anyways. He's maybe not the best with paint and paper, but he can tattoo something else.

On a technically level (on all levels except physical) Bux is pretty impressive. with machines, anyways. He seems to speak to the hardware, and know where it goes. software is a little trickier for him, which isnt saying much cause you could probably hand him a peice of technology he's never seen or heard of and be able to fix it after about five minutes of inspecting. ✧˖°. HABITS ☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic / former borderline alcoholic turned sober ☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker ✿ Recreational Drugs: tried some / never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict ✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess ☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater $ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic ♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler (When it comes to drinking, smoking, and drugs, Bux makes the others look like they only rarely or barely use. He's so constantly high or drunk that the few times Jolt has seen him sober he's been genuinely worried. If he's able to come down from it all gracefully, he hits a major low pretty easily. Often mopey, quiet, avoidant, and typically irratable. If not, He's more likely to have a shakey, screaming meltdown. Keres and Rikki cant handle the meltdowns, and Jolt is freaked out by the mellow (even if his highs can be annoying) so the group does not prevent him from indulging in his habits. He'll pretty much drink whatever, smoke whatever, but in general, Jet is his drug of choice. Jet, weed, and maybe a little calmex (generously spared by Jolt at the request of Keres when they travel.) other than the occaisonally calmex, he's taking mostly uppers.

Bux enjoys a good bit of Jolt's cooking, but he's not a fan of the more 'explorative' dishes, and isn't quite accustomed to other culture's foods, so he can be rather picky. He however, will devour anything prewar, very happily. His favorite are the yum yum deviled eggs. Jolt has attempted to make him fresh, homemade, non irradiated, likely moldy, and properly seasoned deviled eggs, but Bux still prefers the stuff out of the box. He does think Jolt's pork n' beans is better, though.

While not quite as bad as Keres, Bux is also not allowed to spend his own money. He gets an allowance though. He enjoys gambling, too, so that adds on to the "List of Reasons Why." posted on the fridge by Jolt. He mostly spends on drugs or food, but will also spend on tattoo and pericing supplies, or bust it all gambling. He likes dice games, and betting games. He's not great at it. )

(fun fact about the various drugs of fallout; they're inspired by real world drugs/medications, and when writing stories you can apply the real world affects and repercussions :D I've seen a few different interpretations, but here are mine personally (having worked in (and currently working for) various biomedical pharmaceutical distributions or management companies, and while not being a doctor, I know more than the average person about these drugs. (I've mostly included the ones that are important story wise.) Psycho: Methamphetamine Jet: Jenkem (I've seen some people say its an amphetamine, and i think the effects of jet are pretty similar canonically, but it's definetly jekem.) Med-x: Morphine Buffout: roids. Calmex: Ketamine. Daddy-o: Xanax or adderall. (Or something similar.) Day Tripper: LSD or shrooms but bottled for your conveinence. (some people say that day tripper is weed, going off the effects it could be, but i'd rather just have my characters smoking weed. )

[tv-gh0st]

Damnit i made a new au

guess what time it is

time for

✨My own Links meet au!✨

and the zeldas meet up to!

ive got an idea for story but jts a little bit to much like Lu for my liking so i am currently editing it and will be posted hopefully soon!!

zeldas will also get designs to ima be focusing on this whole au to actually cas aprently my hiatus is over ill be working on other aus from time to time but theres alot to do for this and i am bery exited!! ill be making a master post once i post some more stuff im really exited!!

bellow the cut is my current designs for Links(no full body drawings yet cas there are 14 links ad 15 zeldas i need to draw and i am not dealinf with that shit today)

Before the split

Sky

skyward sword Link

20 years old

first chosen hero

forged the master sword

dating Sun(his zelda)

always looks like hes gonna fall asleep

very expressive

Minish

Minish cap

17 years old

can be small like minish

the smith kf the group

Social anxiety

lets the minish do his hair!

Fallen hero Timeline

Four

four swords

Four swords adventure

18 years old

the colors sre very separated

others only think hes a little crazy talking to himself

Oracal

Ages

Seasons

Links awakening

"Collector"

17 years old

keeps a flower in memory of Marin

learned how to braid his hair from her to and keeps it like that

has alot of shit

Worlds

A link to the past

a link between worlds

triforce heros

princy

technicly a prince cas of fabel(Zelda and his sister)

bunn boi

his colors blended much easier

Hyrule

the legends of zelda

links adventures

travler

16 years old

also alot of items

gets lost easily especially with the weird geographical part of the merge

very curious

Child timeline

Twilight

twilight princess

Farmer/Wolfie

19 yo

has a wolf tail and wont explain why or how he got it

can control when he comes wolfie usually but sometimes when they move around he just is wolfie and cant become hylian

big brother energy

Babys litterly any one whos younger then him even if its just by a year(Wild and Time do count cas of there weird ages)

Warriors

Hyrule Warriors

captin

23 years old

did cry over his scarf once

big brother energy aswell but in a funner "you were supposed to watch over the,! But no one was put to watch over me!" Kinda vibe

knew wind and mask before but they didnt know him its weirddddddd

mentioned minda and marin and others lost thrre shit

Age

Age of calamity

champion

17 years old

gravitates twords Warriors

Might have acidently been the start of a new split in the timeline no one actually knows where age sits exept hes on the child timeline

Wild

Breath of the wild

Tears of the kingdom

Archerer

Wonderer

keeps the arm and the sages idc how totk ends

physically hes like 20 ish chronologically hes 121 mentally hes like 17 years old

can cook wonderfully

eats randome shit for fun

is a lik shit

is very loyal but definitely took alot to get that loyal

is extremely weirded out bt Age

Adult timeline

Wind

Wind waker

Phantome Hourglass

Sailor

14 years old

has tetras bandanna

thinks the green heros tunic is dorky as fuck snd hates the hat

has tried to shoot every link out of a cannon that hes had the opportunity to with wavering success

is gonna fo bat shit crazy/ good way

Spirit

Spirit tracks

Conductor

15 years old

very done with ur shit at all times

i dont think he knows what color is(wears alot of fucking grey)

Likes wind tolerates the others

is gonna go bat shit crazy/ bad way

And ofcourse Time and Mask

Time

Ocarina of time

18 years old

mentally 9-10 years old

doesnt actually know how to read

from adult timeline

friends with Malon

socially akward mess

Mask

Ocarina of Time

Majoras Mask

11 years old

tired of everyones shit

in denial of all this timeline merging stuff

Thats all the Links!

Master post here!(coming soon) Zeldas prt 1 here! Zeldas prt 2(Coming soon)

[mandos-mind-trick]

Instinct - Part 3

Summary: Omegas were rare. Some even thought them extinct. So when Boba contacts Din saying he has a gift Din can’t refuse, the last thing he expects to find is an omega in need of an alpha. Din has to make the hard decision, but what else was he really doing anyways? But naturally, there’s more to this omega than meets the eye.

Pairing: Din Djarin x female!reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, torture, and trafficking; ABO dynamics, nightmares, rehashing some traumatic past events, some New Mandalorian bashing as well, probably fucking up the timeline but idc. 

A/N: Here’s the next part. May post part 4 today as well, we’ll see. 

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He’s dreaming again. A dream that constantly plagued him of late. He’s on the light cruiser, he can see them just ahead. He’s running but he can’t move fast enough. He can hear the cries, loud in his ears. He’s reaching, reaching but he’s not fast enough. He can’t make it on time. He’s too late. The lifeless body falls, just out of reach of him. That little face, those big eyes. 

No, it’s not him this time. The lifeless eyes staring up at him are smaller, lighter. It’s not the kid in his arms. It’s you. 

Din is woken from his nightmare as something nudges him. He reaches out, wrapping his hand around the foot passing over him, yanking it forward to make the person lose their balance. They hit the floor with a thud, the vibroblade in his hand quick to press against their neck as he hovers over them. 

“Wait!” 

He pauses at the sound of your voice. 

“It’s me. It’s Y/N.” 

He stares down at your terrified face for a moment, wakefulness slamming into him and he realizes what he’s done. He moves his hand, drawing back from you. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You sit up, pulling your legs to your stomach to make yourself as small as possible. “I was just trying to go to Fennec.” 

“Why?” He asks, wincing at the harsh tone. 

“I need comfort.” There’s a subtle whine to your voice, your omega coming through. You’re shaking, he can see it in the moonlight. “I had a nightmare.” 

“Why go to her?” The true meaning of his question is obvious, and you don't miss it, even in your fearful state. 

“I trust her.” Your words bite at him a bit. “Why would I ask you when...when you don’t even want me?” He can hear the tears in your voice. He knows you’re referring to earlier that day. You’re quiet for a moment, breaths shaky. “Is it me?” 

The question is so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it. “What?” 

“Is it me? Is there something wrong with me? Do you-do you want to reject me?” 

The question nearly chokes him. He feels like he’s been stabbed in the chest, the knife turning and turning in his skin. He’d heard stories of alphas rejecting their omegas. It was painful, horribly painful, and both alpha and omega carried that pain until they died. They usually didn’t live long afterwards. Without their other half, knowing what they could have had...it was often too much to bear. 

“No.” The word is breathy, his chest constricting as he looks at your teary face. “No. I’m not-” He shifts onto his knees, taking a breath. You flinch, eyes darting to the vibroblade still in his hand. He drops it to the side, letting it hit the blanket with a quiet thud. “I’m not going to reject you. It’s not...It’s nothing you’ve done.” He sighs, the breath crackling through his helmet. “I’m...It’s me. I’m...complicated. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.” 

“You think I do? I never got to learn this part. My home...Mandalore, it was all taken from me. By the civil wars, and then the Empire.” He tilts his head at you, his mind trying to process what you’re saying. “They never told you why omegas were so rare before? Why there were so few of us left?” 

“No.” 

You huff quietly, shaking for another reason now. He can scent the anger in the air, your brow furrowed. “Those progressives who pushed their new ways, the ones who didn’t wear the armor, the ones who claimed to lead Mandalore during the Clone Wars and after. They stopped awakening their alphas. They thought it archaic and barbaric, animalistic even, being controlled by some inner animal, forced to mate with someone who didn’t know better, someone whose entire life was built around serving someone else.” You sniffle, wiping the tears from your face. “They knew they couldn’t leave the omegas. If we’re not suppressed, we die without proper care. So they massacred them. Entire clans of omegas were wiped out simply because they didn’t want to have to deal with us.” 

It’s quiet for a moment, Din watching your face. Your head is lowered, eyes trained on a spot on the floor. 

“It’s what started the wars. Deep down, hidden on the surface. They wouldn’t admit to it, so they blamed it on something else. My father escaped one of the massacres. He watched his entire clan be slaughtered before help arrived. That’s when he met my mother.” A sad smile tugs at your lips. “She took him to the omega temple. One of the few places the progressives couldn’t reach. And they never would. The Empire would take care of that for them.” 

“I’m sorry.” He says, watching your face as it finally lifts. There’s a hardness in her eyes, a wall having risen. He can see it. A wall built out of necessity. “Your father was the omega?” 

You let out a quiet sound. “Yeah. There’s female Mandalorians, aren’t there?” 

You had a point. 

It’s quiet between you for a few moments, the air between you still churning with something unspoken. 

“I could be the last omega left.” You say, finally breaking the silence. 

Your words twist the knife deeper into his chest. You were right. The others that had escaped had disappeared. There was no way of knowing if there were any others still alive. He liked to think there were. That one of the other clans had one safely hidden away. That maybe one had been born since that day. Plenty of Mandalorian children had been born since. But two alphas couldn’t make an omega. Even the chances of an omega being born between an alpha and omega was small. 

But you were right. He was holding himself back selfishly. He had been so afraid of the truth, he hadn’t stopped to think of how you were feeling. What you would want. He couldn’t deny you. Soon your heat would start and he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He would take you whether either of you wanted it or not. He knows it’s a hard transition, leaving the nurturers behind. Even harder in your case, your parents death and then now facing the prospect of leaving the two that had saved your life and then had taken on that role for you even if they couldn’t understand it on a deeper level. 

And now he was here. An alpha being put in your path. A chance for you to live your life as you were meant to, and he was keeping you from that out of his own fear. It wasn’t fair to either of you. 

Your scent is strong. Fear, sadness, and anger swirling together in a thick fog. It’s a bitter scent, burning his nose and making his stomach churn. It was a warning. Don’t come closer. A warning to keep alphas away from volatile omegas. He pushes his discomfort aside, pushing past the barrier of warning as he crawls closer to you. He pauses right in front of you, reaching out to cup your face. 

He didn’t know when he took his gloves off. Your skin is wet from your tears, his thumbs brushing the dampness from your cheeks. Your eyes flutter closed, a shaky breath leaving you as his warm skin meets yours. His own alpha begins to settle, relaxing as he holds your face. Neither of you move, content to just sit there and breathe for a moment. 

Underneath the fear and the anger is the sweetness of your natural scent. What he had smelled in the throne room, the first time he saw you. He breathes it in again, getting a whiff of your pure scent, not muddled by anything else. There’s a soft floral undertone to it, mixed in with a gentle tang of citrus. It reminds him of a fruit he’d tried a long time ago. It’s intoxicating, his alpha rumbling in pleasure. 

He slides one of his hands to the back of your neck, cradling your head. It was something only to be done in times of crisis, he had been taught. When an omega was distressing, volatile, or unpredictable, a scruff from an alpha, or a nurturer, could calm the omega almost instantly. Of course, one had to get close enough to do so. 

It was a powerful move, one that could easily be abused in the wrong hands. It was the easiest way to get an omega to submit. An out of control alpha could force themselves on an omega with a simple move. It had happened before. His clan considered those who did so a disgrace. Alpha or not, scruffing an omega to control them was sick. 

He knows you won’t calm completely. There was too much between you, too many unknowns, too much unsaid. Too many emotions. You would feed off him, even if you weren’t bonded. So instead, he does it to relax you. To calm that raging fire inside you. He didn’t want your omega to get defensive. He wouldn’t fight back, but you would hurt herself if you tried. 

You let out a quiet sound as his hand closes around the back of your neck, your head falling back until it’s entirely held up by his hand. Your body relaxes, the tension leaving your shoulders. Your lips part as you let out a long breath, eyes fluttering. Relief, it almost feels like. He didn’t have to hold it for long, he didn’t want to. Just enough to get you to relax. 

Your hand shoots out before he can move, gripping his bicep. “Don’t let go.” You breathe, inhaling shaky. 

This was new to him. He had always heard omegas hated being scruffed. It left them feeling vulnerable, uneasy. An alpha had to be prepared to support an omega after. But an omega asking to have it done, for him to keep his hand there. This was new to him. But if it was what you needed, he couldn’t deny you. 

He holds your neck just a hair tighter, using his other hand to move you against his chest. He lays back in his pile of pillows and blankets, cradling you to his chest. He knows his beskar has to be uncomfortable for you, digging into your skin, but you offer no protest, completely limp and relaxed against him. He keeps you there, holding you as you slowly drift off to sleep again. 

He wakes as something nudges his side rather harshly. He grabs the ankle on the foot that’s kicking him, the other foot quickly jumping back to avoid getting taken out by him. 

“Knock me over again and I’ll give you a dent in that helmet to match Boba’s.” 

He shifts his head to look up at you. He’s holding your ankle, your bare foot having been what was hitting him. 

“Get up.” You say, moving your foot back as he releases it. 

You bend down, grabbing his hands, pulling him up into a seated position with surprising strength. You’re still pulling on him, trying to get him standing. 

“Okay, okay.” He says, pushing himself up to stand. “I’m up.” 

You brush past him, grabbing the blankets and pillows off the floor. He scans the room, finding it in complete disarray. He watches you as you start to meticulously place the blankets and pillows he’d been using on the bed. 

“It’s not right. None of it is right.” You say, fluffing the pillows. 

Your preheat must have been starting. He must have triggered it last night. You’re attempting to nest, attempting to rearrange the room to make it more comfortable. You push him towards the bed, attempting to shove him down onto it but he’s not budging. You take a couple steps back before ramming him with your shoulder, or at least try to. He stops you before you can hit him and hurt yourself, your eyes narrowing as they look up at him. 

“Stop.” He says, letting you go. “You’re going to hurt yourself. Just tell me what you need.” 

“You, bed.” You jab a finger into his breastplate before pointing it at the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed, watching you. “Stay.” 

You watch him for a moment, making sure he’s not going anywhere before turning, starting to rearrange your things. He watches you rearrange what you can, almost breaking his promise to stay when a droid opens the door to deliver food. You look ready to attack for a moment before you take the plates. You sit with her back to him so he can eat, not turning around until he tells you. 

You clean, wiping the sand and dust from every surface. You rearrange the bits of his things that he had brought into the room, putting them where you wants. He tries to keep track, but you’re moving so much he knows he’ll have to dig to find some of them later. 

You finish rearranging the rest of the room before crawling onto the bed. You move the blankets and pillows a few times, nudging him with your hip to get him to stand as you smooths out the blanket he had been sitting on. You crawl back towards the head of the bed before flopping down on your stomach, laying still. 

He watches you, watching the slow rise and fall of your back for a few minutes before he realizes you’re asleep. He pulls one of the blankets over you, not that you would really need it in the heat, but it made him feel better. He watches you for another minute before he’s leaving, heading down to the throne room. 

“You’re up late.” Boba says, greeting him. 

“She’s in preheat.” He says. “She’s building her nest.” 

“How long?” 

“Could be a couple days. Could be a week. It’s hard to say. The suppressants will have thrown off her cycle. She’s...aggressive.” 

“Can’t blame her.” Boba says. “Kid’s been through it.”

“We won’t be able to leave the room when she goes into heat. I’ll stock the room with food and water before it starts.” 

“I’ll have a droid stationed outside the door if you need anything.” 

“That’s a good idea. I will be...equally as aggressive over her. Droids probably won’t cause any sort of reaction.” 

“And after?” Boba looks at him. 

What was he going to do after her heat had passed? That was the question. He had spent time lying awake thinking of the answer.  

“I don’t know.”

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Show Me What I'm Missing (Tell Me That I'm Yours) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ college professor nanami x black student reader

[warnings]: professor x student, fem/afab!reader, mentions of toxic (not abusive) relationship, (kinda) dom!nanami, semi-subby!reader, sir used but not often, daddy is said twice in one sentence, cheating, brief light asphyxiation ~

a/n; this has been on my mind for like... three days. it was supposed to be a drabble but uh... here's 7250 words lmao. i'm currently trying to clear out my drafts and of course... this popped into my brain and got added to the pile. i'll be rolling out my other works over the next few days! i'm excited to flesh out my writing tag, finally. enjoy the mess that this is. i actually loathe having to say [y/n] so i avoid it at all costs normally but this story needed it. don't get used it though lmao. also, idc if you're not black and reader insert in this story, it was just written with a black oc in mind.

main song i listened to while writing: here ･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ crossposted on ao3 here if you want to bookmark it.

Imagine college math professor Nanami getting so irritated at you for letting your grades slip in his class. He'd keep it cool, he wouldn't draw any attention to it when he reviewed exam averages during class and you pointedly shrunk in your seat. He wouldn't say anything when you avoided eye contact as you brought down your work at the end of class.

He just observed, noticing your lack of attention increasing the more your grades tanked. You were a student he'd always liked, more than most of the rest of them, so he had a duty to help you, privately. He cared about you, so what kind of professor would he be if he didn’t get you back on the right track?

Things started in the most seemingly innocuous way. One afternoon, he’d asked you — discreetly — to stay at his desk at the end of his lecture. None of your classmates bated an eye, since you’d done that plenty of times throughout your time in his course. He was the sponsor — supervisor — for the collegiate math club you were apart of, he was known to be helpful despite his seemingly stoic nature, and in his eight years as a professor at your university, there had never been so much as a whisper about him being involved with… well, anyone — but especially not with a student.

He waited until most of your classmates had filtered out of the room before he acknowledged you, rummaging through stacks of recently turned in homework to busy his hands. "So," he said, not making any effort at eye contact with you, "do you have any intention of passing my class? Your level of effort, or lack thereof lately, and obvious lack of attention during our lectures is starting to reflect in your scores."

You're taken aback, of course, not because it was unexpected or untrue, but because Professor Nanami had said it to you. He'd always been a generally relaxed guy. Dry at times, sure, but not mean. Blunt was a better word for it, but even then, he'd never directed that energy towards you. It might have been petty, childish even, but you weren't meek. He may have been your professor but you were also an adult. He didn't have to speak to you that way — in that condescending tone that he used on the rest of your classmates.

"I mean, I was planning on it. Did you have alternative plans or something?" you replied, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms in what instantly translated as a challenge.

He sighed, tidying the last section of loose papers into a clip, looking directly into your eyes from where he sat behind his desk. To say you weren't intimidated would be the second most blatant lie you've ever told. Even sitting down the older man had a very dominant presence to him. He was dressed well in a button-down with a tie (sans jacket since it was still summer and sinfully hot outside), and slacks that fit his body in the best possible way. His shirt accentuated his broad shoulders, and slim waistline, even seated. His slacks rode up just a little bit in that way where you could see the shape of his hips and his ass even when they weren't visible. His legs were strong and long and made him stand a noticeable amount taller than you.

So, the first big lie was that you didn’t find your professor attractive.

"That would've been funny if I weren't serious,” he said, not a hint of a smile on his face. “Your grades are slipping. I know this is a senior-level course and you're only a sophomore, but you can handle this. I know you can. I knew you'd excel in this class, actually, which is why I signed off on letting you take it."

You sighed, instantly remembering that you were in the running to replace his current TA, Nobara, for her position after you completed the course. He had a lot of faith in you, and you were squandering it. Your priorities were all out of wack. “I know,” you whispered, bowing your head in submission.

"So, what's going on then? Do you have too much on your plate? Do we need to have a talk about managing our schedule better? Is it something we need to talk to the disability office or mental healthcare center about?" he paused, searching your face for an answer. "How can I help you be successful?"

You melted a bit at that, dropping your arms and hooking your thumbs into the belt loops on your jeans. "I," you stuttered, "I don't really know, honestly. It's nothing that serious though. I’m just going through some personal stuff I suppose. I didn't realize it was distracting me this much."

He hummed, putting his hand on his chin to run his index finger along his prominent jawline. "Well, how about this. Come to my office hours tomorrow after my last lecture. We can at least go through your last two exams and see what you're not getting. This is the foundational stuff. You need to know it or you're not going to understand anything else for the rest of this class."

You nodded, understanding his point immediately. As good as you were at math, you knew it was as good as impossible to solve anything without the correct building blocks to put the problems together. You had to get it together. "Okay. After your last lecture?" you questioned, realizing that was well after 7:00 pm. "Should I bring wine or something for this late-night rendezvous?"

He chuckled, raising himself out of his desk chair to gather up his briefcase so he could leave when you did. Everyone else, including his TA, was long gone at that point. "Oh please," he said, rolling his eyes, "no thanks. What are you? Nineteen? Twenty? You wouldn't know what good wine is if it punched you in the face."

"Hey," you whined, "I'll have you know my uncle makes his own wine out in California so I probably know more about wine than you do actually."

"Good to know," he said, obviously very amused by you. "No wine, just bring your bag, paper, and a highlighter. If you'd rather come to my daytime office hours I'm not free until the week after next, and your next exam is in five days so nighttime office hours seem to be your best bet. However, I understand if that's uncomfortable. I can see if Nobara is free in her hours if you would prefer to see her instead."

There was something about the way his chocolate brown eyes looked at you, like he wanted you to be comfortable coming to him — late at night — desperate for help. It was subtle enough that no one else would've caught it, but you could read him just as well as Nobara presumably could. Since you saw him relatively often for club activities, you'd had plenty of moments to study the man. You slowly but surely learned how to read his face, how to decipher the tone of his voice, and you're sure he had done the same with you, though you wore your emotions more brazenly on your sleeve compared to the professor.

"No, that's okay. Thank you for making sure I'm okay with swinging by so late. It should be fine. I get out of class at 6:30, so I can come straight over to the math office building afterward."

"Okay," he said, now fully packed and ready to go, presumably to the little bakery/deli place you knew he frequented often for lunch. "I'll see you then. If I'm not there to buzz you in, the code is 001031. Might want to write it down because there won't be another professor on my floor to let you in."

"Got it," you said, having already taken out a marker to scribble the number on your skin. "See you tomorrow then?"

"Yup," he nodded, waving you off when you walked out the door in front of him.

Unbeknownst to you, he'd slid on his signature sunglasses as he exited after you, mainly so he could stare at your curves in peace as he trailed behind you down the hallway.

Until tomorrow.

"Babe, what do you mean you're studying tonight? It's a Thursday night! That's basically Friday for college kids."

"I know," you sighed down the phone, already annoyed with having to explain this again to your boyfriend, "I'm just falling behind in a class that should've been easy for me so yeah, I need to study. We can hang out tomorrow night, maybe? Aren't you off of work then?"

He groaned, actually falling back against his bed in a little fit of a temper tantrum. For a twenty- five year old you'd have thought he would be the more relaxed partner out of the two of you, but no. You’d somehow managed to find the one man in the entirety of your city that still whined like a baby when he heard the word, "no."

"I work tomorrow baby, but only until 6:00! Still, honey bun, I miss you now. Don't you miss me?" he said, his voice laced with honey.

You sighed, steadying yourself as you continued your trek to the math office building. "Babe, of course, I miss you, but I miss passing my classes even more. I can't disappoint this professor! He went out of his way to sign me up for his course even though I'm not supposed to be in it yet. I don't want him to regret doing that."

He groaned even louder. "Fine," he huffed, "but I want you in my apartment — butt naked — dinner ordered already when I come home tomorrow. We haven't seen each other all week! That's way too long. We’ve gotta make up for lost time babygirl."

You chuckled — for some reason imaging yourself naked, laid amongst a bunch of takeout pizza boxes like a nyotaimori girl. "Okay, fine. I'll come over for a little bit. You owe me a massage, and you better buy some good beers. The ones I like that taste like funky apple juice, not that Heineken bullshit."

"Can do baby," he said, making a kissing sound down the phone line. "I love you. Have fun being a nerd or whatever."

"Yeah, yeah, you knew who I was when you met me," you giggled, bidding him goodbye as you walked up to the large office building. It was only 6:47 so you had, presumably, managed to beat your professor to his office.

The ride up the elevator to his floor was swift, thankfully, due to the new upgrades made to all the STEM buildings on your campus. Even the professors managed to snag some shiny new things. Professor Nanami's office was a perfect example. The new keypad on his office door was touchpad accessed instead of the old key lock that jammed every fourth out of five tries. You were able to input the code he'd given you easily and the sound of the door unlocking rang through the still air of the empty floor.

You had definitely beaten him there, you noted, noticing instantly that the large office was vacant. You flipped on the light switch and looked around, not intentionally snooping, but you were excited to see how the man filled his space regardless.

The first thing you noticed was the large floor mirror propped against the far wall of the room, pretty rose details carved into the wood frame. You took in the sight of yourself — your hair as cute as it could be post wash-n-go, since you'd had time to thoroughly detangle and finger curl your locks that morning. You hadn't needed to rush back to campus from your partner's off-campus home, which saved you a noticeable amount of time. You'd put on a cute outfit, deciding that morning that you had to dress nicely to complement your hair. You wore a white undershirt, a checkered red and blue plaid dress, and white sneakers. You had small gold hoop earrings dangling from your earlobes, and a dainty thin gold necklace draped from your neck. Nothing fancy, but it did its job.

Turning away from the mirror, you noticed a writing desk facing the wall. Little fairy lights were hung along the top and pictures were hung along the back. You got close enough to see Nobara in various poses with her friends, one with a cute boy with pink hair along with one dark-haired boy that actually really favored your boyfriend and another one with a girl that looked to be more than just her friend — if the matching rings and the bisexual flag in the background meant anything.

Her desk space was the only corner of the room fully decorated and homey. The rest of the room was very minimalistic besides the mirror. Everything had its own place to go so nothing looked scattered or out-of-order.

You walked over to his desk, sitting down your backpack on the student desk adjacent to his large mahogany one, pulling out all your note-taking stuff because, why not? You scanned the surface of his desk as you did so, not missing the fact that his desk was vacant of any family photos. The only thing on it was a photo of him and a group of his male friends all dressed up in suits, a mini version of his diploma, and an encased medal for something hunting-related.

The slow creak of the heavy office door opening made you jump out of your skin, expected but at the same time, it wasn't. Maybe if you were paying attention you would've heard him walking down the tiled hallway.

"Oh, hi. Guess you did beat me here. I thought I saw the light on from the hallway."

"Yeah, sorry. Should I have waited on the hall bench or..."

"No, no," he shook his head. "I gave you the keycode for a reason.

You nodded, taking your seat at the student desk as your professor made his way to his desk, pulling out this and that until he was situated and organized. "So, here's your last two exams, marked up with explanations. Here's a study guide for this unit's information that Nobara made. Don't show your classmates, they won't get it until after this exam as a review sort of thing. Also, here," he said, handing you a fidget toy that clicked and spun without making noise. "If you feel antsy during class and can't focus, try this. I've had some students say it helps hone in your brain or something."

You stared blankly at the small pile of stuff on your desk. "You got all this in between your classes today?"

"Yup," he said plainly, "But, I'm not giving it to you until we have a chat." He slid the papers back onto his desk and out of the way, interlocking his fingers as he leaned against the desk. "I have to ask. What's actually been distracting you so much in class? You seem a little distracted right now, even. What gives? None of this stuff is going to help if we don't actually address the issue."

"Well," you stuttered, "it's, uh, nothing specific really." You pointedly ignored the incessant buzzing in your back pocket, already knowing it was your boyfriend asking how the tutoring was going, when you'd be done, if you missed his cock yet. Blah blah blah. He was older and lived off-campus, so he knew your phone was the only way to really keep in constant contact the way he wanted. It wasn't that bad, it was kind of sweet that he wanted you so badly all the time. But right now, it was really irritating. Your professor noticed, cocking an eyebrow as he waited for you to answer out loud.

"It's just," you hesitated, "stupid boy stuff. My boyfriend wants to be up under me 24/7 and it's just been a little hard balancing school and keeping him happy. I do still tell him I have to study and everything though so it's not always him or anything."

"Interesting," he hummed. "You do know a relationship that disrupts your life instead of adding some form of peace to it isn't a happy or healthy one, right? I'm not saying this young man is a bad person or anything, but it's not selfish to prioritize your own growth. You're young. Build yourself up before building a relationship. Just food for thought on that."

You blinked at him, starting to loop what he said on repeat in your mind.

"You don't know anything about our relationship, respectfully. You're right, he isn't a bad guy, just a little needy. There’s nothing wrong with that, and at the end of the day I'm the one deciding to spend my time with him so it's not his fault that my grades have slipped. I'll do better sir."

He scoffed, folding his arms across his broad chest as he relaxed back into his seat. "Wow, throwing away your studies for a boy who's probably never even made you cum before. I thought you were a lot smarter than that."

You couldn't hide the shock on your face at that. "Hey," you stuttered, "he hasn't, you don't — he has made me cum before, thank you very much! And, I'm not throwing away my studies for him either I'm just... trying to find a good balance. That's all."

"Sure," he hummed, raising his eyebrows in a way you knew meant 'yeah right’.' "Touching yourself while he fucks you doesn't count, by the way."

You racked your brain, pissed that no occasion had come up in your brain where your boyfriend has done all the work. You can't stand the smirk that creeps onto your professor's face when he notices the wheels in your brain are still turning.

"Wow, I was just messing with you. Has he really never made you cum before? Eaten you out until you were genuinely screaming his name, not just faking it so he'd get on with it? Really?"

You shrunk a little in your seat, burying your face in your hands as you nodded your head.

"Wow," he gasped, actually trying to hold back a chuckle. "Honey, I know his type. He may say pretty words often enough to distract you from how much you actually detest him as a person, but trust me, there's way better for you out there. Someone who wouldn't let you piss away your standing as one of the best students in this department to watch him play video games all night, and lick around your clit for so long that you have to fuck yourself while he sleeps. If you're gonna screw your grades because of some guy, at least let it be one that makes you feel good, at the bare minimum."

You couldn't help the rush of anger and embarrassment that bubbled up in your chest. He didn't know your boyfriend, he didn't know how you felt or what you wanted. "What would you know about that anyway, huh?" you asked, venom in your tone. "I don't see any engagement photos or a ring on your finger Mr. "I Think I Know You Better Than You Do." I know you don't have kids because of ‘bring your kid to work day’ last semester. So, what do you know about lasting relationships and keeping a woman happy?"

He sat up in his chair at that, his eyes even darker somehow than the beautiful brown you'd grown used to. They looked almost black. "Watch your tone or I'll have to show you exactly how I keep women around, and you couldn't handle that sweetheart. You're still fucking little boys who don't wash their hands after rummaging through cheeto bags before they finger you. I'd break you."

The threatening tone to his voice sounded so genuine, you knew he wasn't joking. The realization of that made heat start to pool in your belly. You felt your clit throb, stirring up the thrumming of anticipated pleasure in your cunt. You felt yourself becoming slick with arousal already just from his words. What he said was true and you knew it.

"That's not true,” you fibbed. “I'm a strong girl, you'd have to try pretty hard to make me break, sir."

His eyes darkened even more at the nickname, his legs spreading a little further as he was no doubt starting to feel the effects of your conversation just like you were. Still, though, he was as calm and collected as ever. His eyes were trained on you like a hawk, reading every flicker of emotion crossing your face.

"You know I can see you clenching your thighs together, right? Your pupils are huge, and your nipples are hard as a rock even though it's not cold in here. I swear I can smell how turned on you are right now. Are you wearing panties under that sexy little dress you've got on?"

You froze. You'd totally forgotten that you weren't. Your boyfriend wanted nudes after you told him you couldn't hang out tonight, so you'd gone to your economics hallway bathroom and taken some photos. You were already braless so that part was easy, but taking photos angled from the bottom always looked better pantiless. The problem was, you'd forgotten to put them back on in your rush to make it to your office hour with Nanami on time. Fuck, why were you trying so hard to prove yourself worthy of staying in his class?

"I'll take that as a no?" he said, standing from his seat at his desk. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt, taking both ends and rolling them up to expose his forearms. "Hop up here for me," he said, tapping the surface of his work desk.

You sat on the desk, shimmying your butt until you were comfortably up there without flashing yourself at your professor. He lifted you a little by your waist to help you, slotting himself between your thighs as soon as you were settled. He slid his hands behind your ears, cupping your face and forcing you to look up at him. "Do you want me to show you how a man should be pleasuring you? How good you can actually feel if you're open to meeting better men for you?"

You were so lost in his eyes. His pupils were blown wide open and you felt like little more than prey succumbing to being hunted. His knee was slotted between your legs and it took everything in you not to grind against him, like an untrained little puppy that’d just learned what hormones make you crave. "Yes, please."

"Please, what?"

"Please sir. Please show me what I'm missing."

He smirked again, that devilish little smile on the corner of his lips that made a rush of heat flow through your body. He lowered his head and you tilted up your chin, meeting his lips in a deep kiss. You melted at the feeling of his tongue gently pushing into your mouth, not overpowering your own tongue but moving with it instead.

"Damn, that needy already? You have to grind on my thigh to get off?"

You stopped moving your hips, not even noticing what you'd subconsciously been doing. You just wanted more pleasure. You wanted him to touch you. "Please, sir, I need more."

"You need more? We're just kissing and you already need more?"

You whined, nodding your head up and down instead of talking. If you used your voice you were sure you'd say something desperately, disgustingly, horny.

"Pull up that skirt for me babe," he instructed, lightly smacking your thigh beneath the end of your dress.

You jumped a little, pulling up the dress until it was bunched up above your waist. You could already feel how wet you were, but seeing the way your pussy glistened underneath the relatively dim light of his office lamp made you want to hide.

"Fuck," he groaned, taking in the sight and slightly musky aroma of your arousal. "Now I'm convinced your boyfriends have all been inept. You're so fucking easy. So wet and desperate already and I've barely even touched you yet."

"Shut up," you giggled. "They weren't inept, you just really fucking turn me on. Show me why I'm supposed to think you're better than them."

He took that personally. He grabbed you by the back of your knees, sliding your body closer to the edge of the desk. "Off," he said, sliding the spaghetti straps of your dress down your arms, grabbing and pulling off the cropped t-shirt you had on underneath.

Your breasts dropped beautifully as they fell out of your clothes, bouncing a bit as they settled.

"God you're gorgeous," he said, taking your left nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, pinching it just enough to make your stomach clench. "Don't know how the hell I haven’t broken yet seeing you in club and in my class now too.”

You couldn't help the moan that ripped it's way from your throat once he crouched a bit, putting his mouth around your other nipple. You had always been really sensitive there. Not all of your partners knew how to give you just enough stimulation to feel good but not so much that it was uncomfortable. Nanami found a perfect balance of both.

The AC actually had kicked on at some point, making the room just cold enough to send a chill through your bones. Your nipples were cold like every other part of the surface of your skin, so the warmth along with the wetness from his mouth was driving you insane. "I swear to god I could cum just like this if we had the time," you moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head.

His eyes flicked up to your face, seeing how blissful and fucked out you looked already just from his mouth on your breasts. He pulled away just long enough to pull you into a sloppy kiss, taking a moment to drink you in. "This is all about making you feel good baby," he said, kissing and sucking — lightly, to not leave marks — on your neck, "If you want to sit here for hours and see how many times you can cum this way, I'm all for it. No one will be back in this building until 11:00 am tomorrow. I can't imagine the mahogany would be comfortable to lay on for that long though."

You sighed, he was right. "I guess I'll just have to invite myself over to your place for an overnight study session sometime then. Why don't you show me how good you eat pussy in the meantime, hm? You talked a lot of shit about all the men I've been with before."

"I did, and I meant it."

He laid you flat on your back in one smooth motion, pulling up a rogue chair with his foot right after. He pushed your legs up to your chest, having you grab them by the back of your knees. He was sat in front of your spread legs as if he was going to feast on a Michelin star meal. "I need you to use your words for me if I do something you don't like. If you do like it, don't be afraid to make noise. My office is soundproofed from all the brick. Understand?"

He was running the knuckle of his finger through your folds, spreading the lips gently to get a good look at you. You were leaking onto the table from how turned on you were, you swollen little nub peaking from its hood on full display. "Yes," you said, your voice quivering.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes sir," you said with no hesitation, desperate for him to finally touch you.

He blew a small puff of air from his mouth onto your clit, making the little bud contract a little and engorge even more when he stopped. He had one arm laid across the backs of your thighs, holding your legs down into a mating press. His free hand was rubbing against your entrance, creating more and more slick until he pressed in with his middle and ring finger. You were no virgin, you could take it and he knew that.

"Your hands are so big," you commented, instantly feeling the difference between his hands and the men you'd been with before. His were large and rough but in a good way. Taken care of and manicured, but hands of a man who'd done work in his life. A mature older man that knew exactly how to extract every morsel of pleasure he could from your body. His touch was practiced. He pumped those two fingers inside of you until he found what he needed. He was so rough yet so gentle at the same time it was driving you mad.

No one had ever touched you like that before. He was doing something different with his fingers, something no boyfriend you'd ever slept with had done the right way. He found that little patch of nerves inside your cunt, sort of massaging it more than pushing on it. It felt like he was licking you from the inside with the way his fingers worked inside your slick walls.

"There! That's so good."

"That feels good princess? Do you want more?"

You shook your head furiously, a weak "uh-huh" leaving your lips as well.

The sensation of just his fingers was already a lot, but it was even more heightened when he lowered his head down to lick you. Going up from just above where his fingers were fucking into you slowly, all the way up to your swollen clit.

"Holy fuck," you gasped, feeling pleasure shoot up your spine as he took the little button into his mouth, sucking on it gently as the tip of his tongue fluttered back and forth over it.

What was that? Why the hell had no one you'd ever slept with before done that?

He hummed a bit while he suckled your clit, the slight feeling of vibration being the beginning of the end. "Jesus fucking christ, daddy. Daddy, I need more, harder suck harder. I'm gonna cum for you so quick I can already feel it. Fuck, that feels so good."

Were you really about to be that girl who fell apart as soon as you met a man who touched you the right way? Yeah, yeah you were. "Oh, professor, please. I can't take it if you keep doing that. I'm gonna cum. Please tell me I can cum."

He didn't need to say anything in response to that, he just increased the pressure on his fingers and sucked harder on your clit.

Seeing stars would've been an understatement.

You might've squirted. Everything was too much all at once, you couldn't actually tell, but you knew you were cumming. You'd never cum so hard in your entire life. Colors danced behind your eyelids, your ears felt clogged from the pressure, and you were grinding yourself up against his tongue so passionately you were basically riding his face. He took it in stride, milking your g-spot for all it could give him, still sucking your clit through your orgasm.

"Ah, too much," you felt yourself whine as your orgasm dissipated.

He pulled away, placing one last delicate kiss on your clit. "So?" he said, an all too cocky look on his face.

"So," you sighed, propping yourself up on your elbows, "I literally can't hear out of my right ear right now. It feels like someone stuffed cotton balls in there. What the fuck did you do to me?"

He chuckled, tickled pink apparently that you had cum so hard you were losing one of your five major senses. "You're okay baby, it'll die down. It's just because your blood pressure dropped."

He stood from his seat, pulling you into a kiss. You deepened it, feeling his erection pressing into the meat of your thigh. "Wanna see if I can make you see stars the same way?" you said, your eyes looking up at his in the most sinful way.

"If you're actually in pain, we don't have to. We can always pick this up another time."

"No way," you said, undoing the fastenings on his slacks, "I want you to fuck me, please? I promise I can take dick really well. You'll be dying to fuck me any chance you get from now on. I need to know how you feel inside me."

You pulled his cock out from his pants with no contest from the professor, his length easily being the most girthy thing you'd ever held.

"Wow."

He chuckled, a little too amused at the shocked expression on your face.

"Sure you can take it all baby girl?"

"I can try," you said, eyeing his length, pumping it to full hardness in your hand. "I'm so wet for you, I think we can get it in. I know you're dying to see how this pussy feels."

It was a big dick, you weren't trying to kid yourself. He had girth on his side more than length, but he was not small by any means. He could absolutely kiss your cervix with a little effort if he wanted to. It was pretty, also. Pale and pink with emphasized veins on the side, the dusty-pink head covered with a small bead of pre-cum.

He reached around you to open a drawer of the desk, pulling out a little latex condom wrapped in plastic packaging.

You watched Nanami slowly open then roll the condom onto his stiff cock, your thighs squeezing together at the sight of it. He groaned at the feeling. “You sure? Wouldn't want you to regret anything once you're back with the lackluster little man child.”

Nanami fisted himself a few times, shuddering as he did, careful to support your waist with his arm as he rubbed his cock against your entrance.

"Professor?" you cooed, biting your lip as you felt him rubbing himself against your aching clit. "Shut up and fuck me."

He chuckled, always amused by you being brash back at his little quips.

"Spread yourself open for me baby," he instructed, looking down at your dripping wet cunt.

You did as you were told, spreading yourself open to allow the larger-than-average man into your velvety walls. You both let out deep groans at the new sensation. He knew you were turned on enough not to be painfully tight, but the way your sloppy wet cunt sucked him in, squeezing him in place was enough to steal the breath from his lungs. You felt so disastrously full. Your brows furrowed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You couldn't do much but relax and take it, try to adjust to the thick girth stretching your pretty pink walls.

"Fuck, Nanami. So big, too big. It's so good," you babbled, your words just jumbled strings of thoughts flooding into your brain. "I can take it, I can take it."

He slid you back a little further onto the desk, lifting one of his long legs onto the wood to give him more access to your face. He needed to be able to see if you were handling it okay, knowing how much it could be taking his entire length. He halted his movements once he was fully buried deep inside you, rubbing circles on the patch of hair just above your cunt.

"You're doing such a good job baby. You're taking my whole cock right now, I'm so proud of you."

Your eyes fluttered open, fresh tears wetting them before you could help it. "Please move, I need you to move. Need more."

He looked at the fucked out, needy, cock-hungry expression on your face and did as you asked, fucking into you with strokes that massaged every part of your slick walls, not just fucking into you for the sake of it. He was precise in his movements, going slowly at first to get a feeling for what you reacted strongest to, but you wanted more. You didn't need perfect, you just wanted him. Fucking into your pussy so deep and so hard that you could barely remember your own name.

"So fucking tight,” he groaned out loud, talking more to himself than to you. He pressed down on your knees, forcing you open even without you needing to hold your knees yourself.

He watched the base of his cock hit your clit, over and over again. You cried out at the feeling, crossing your arms above your head to hide your expressions of bliss.

“Look at me while I’m inside of you," he ordered, using one hand to move your arms away from your face. You did as you were told, slowly opening your eyes to glance up at the man above you. Both of you moaning at how he fucked into you, beginning to work up to a punishing pace. Nothing like the jackhammer bullshit you'd sadly grown to tolerate, but something so precise and deep that you felt your body begin to shake at the motions.

“God, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you came into my office. First time you said ‘yes sir’ and answered my questions in our club room,” he groaned, craning his neck a little to suck a nipple into his mouth as he thrust into you.

Your eyes naturally snapped closed as your mouth hung open wide, moan after moan spilling out as he fucked into you. He kissed your chest, pulling you down with him as he moved his knee off of the desk and steadied himself with his feet both grounded. The sensation was so different, even better, and somehow deeper than you could've ever imagined.

"I want to cum on your cock. Please? Make me cum, I want to cum with you in me."

He groaned at the string of obscenities spilling from your lips, adjusting you so he could fuck into you with both of his hands-free.

"Play with your tits for me baby, I know they feel good for you."

They did, so you did. Not missing the big gush of slick pouring from your pussy as you gently twisted a taut nipple between your thumb and index fingers. He used his right hand to rub soothing circles on your clit, while loosely wrapping your throat with his left hand, careful not to crush your airway.

"This okay?" he said, letting his hand go slack enough that you were still able to speak.

"Please," you cried, dying to feel him without the distraction of your own involuntarily moans and curses. You just got to feel it, not even having to focus on breathing correctly. It was perfect.

His hands found the perfect spots to squeeze down on the sides of your neck and he held his fingers there. Cutting off just a little of your oxygen but not trying to actually hurt you. No one had ever done this to you the right way, and god you never knew what you were missing out on. Your brain felt like someone had filled it with helium gas. Everything felt so airy, and warm, and so fucking good. The way his cock slid against your g-spot inside of you coupled with his thumb sliding sloppily on your clit had you buzzing, feeling like you were floating somewhere above your body.

"Fuck, you'll never want anyone's cock like this ever again. Good girl, you take me so well."

The warmth of his body where you were joined together, his curses and moans laced with adoration, the feeling of his strong hands rubbing and squeezing your body to get you off. It was all so much, like a rubber band being stretched as far as it could go, then being snipped with scissors.

"Oh my god. Kento, cumming. I'm — oh fuck — in me. Please, cum in me," you heard yourself crying distantly somewhere, the feeling of tension and warmth radiating through your body quickly turned into white-hot heat. Your cunt pulsated around your professor's cock, milking him for all he had to offer you.

You absentmindedly registered his hand falling from your neck, his groans filling your ears along with your own jumbled cries of his name as his cock twitched and spasmed inside your pussy, cumming into the latex glove protecting you both.

You helped him ride out his orgasm, grinding your pussy up against his pelvic bone while he rode out the pleasure, breathing heavily as you finally began to come down from your own.

He pulled out of you slowly, making sure to grip the base of the condom so it wouldn't slip off. Making quick work of tying the end and dropping it in the waste bin sat beside the desk.

"Good?" he questioned softly, pulling you up from where you were still laid out on the desk. He slid his hands under your jaw, just like before you’d started having sex, placing sloppy yet sweet kisses against your lips.

"S'good," you moaned, still feeling lingering crackles of pleasures coursing through your body, "So fucking good."

"Good," he agreed, placing one last kiss on your lips. He handed you your discarded t-shirt from the desk where he'd tossed it, helping you shimmy it on over your mane of curly locks. Pulling and adjusting your dress until it sat on your body like it hadn't just been all but ripped off mere moments ago.

"Do you need me to drive you home? I'm in a rental that goes back tomorrow. Anyone who saw wouldn't recognize it."

You shook your head no, knowing you'd driven your own car to school that day specifically because of this late-night meeting. "I got it, thank you though. I'll get out of here then before someone does have a reason to come snooping," you said, jumping off of the desk, ignoring the little wobble in your legs when you made your first few steps.

Nanami chuckled, noticing your jelly legs. "You sure? I can walk you down at least to make sure you make it okay."

"I'm a big girl Professor. I can get ten feet out the front door just fine by myself. Plus I have a taser and I'm not afraid to use it," you said matter-of-factly, shaking the car keys you'd taken from your bag that held said lipstick taser.

"Fair enough. You have my number from club still I'm assuming?"

"I do. I'll message when I'm home. I might stop by the library first to get some actual study time in first though," you said, gathering your materials off of his desk and putting them into your school bag. "I'm assuming I earned these?"

He nodded, watching you stuff the last of your school supplies back into your bag before you left.

"See you soon?"

"See you soon."

And with that, you were on your way.

Your phone began to ring as you rounded the final hallway corner to get into your apartment, your boyfriend's name popping up on the screen beside the bright white [11:42 pm] timestamp. Fuck.

"Hey," you said, your voice still a bit raw from all your yelling, "I meant to call. I just got home fro—"

"Babe, I sent you a picture, go look. You're home now right? I really want to see you tonight."

You couldn't help the exasperated sigh that huffed from your nose. You didn't need to look. You knew what the picture was of. It's what it was always of. "Hey, honey, I think we should see other people. Don't call me again."

You hung up the phone, ignoring his yelling from over the line before you did so, stomping your way across the threshold into your place. You stripped from your sweat-damp clothes, autopiloting your way through the process of showering and doing your skincare routine. It was well after midnight when you were done. You made yourself food anyway, plopping yourself onto the couch once you were set up and ready to relax.

*ding*

[nnm]: don't forget to actually study. glad you understand now that your old distractions were worthless

[nnm]: you don't want to see how i punish bad girls that don't pass their exams even with my resources

"Ha, is that so?"

[y/n]: lucky for you i have a point to prove in your class now

[y/n]: i am a glutton for punishment though. maybe I'll test you anyway

[nnm]: try it if you want. get some sleep, you had a long day.

He was right, you had. The exhaustion hitting you as soon as you were reminded of its existence. Food could wait, the flood of text messages coming to your phone could wait. Sleep, and sweet dreams, were all you needed at the moment. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.

"Babe, what do you mean you're studying tonight? It's a Thursday night! That's basically Friday for college kids."

"I know," you sighed down the phone, already annoyed with having to explain this again to your boyfriend, "I'm just falling behind in a class that should've been easy for me so yeah, I need to study. We can hang out tomorrow night, maybe? Aren't you off of work then?"

He groaned, actually falling back against his bed in a little fit of a temper tantrum. For a 25-year-old you'd think he'd be more relaxed, but no, you found the one man in the entirety of your city that still whined like a baby when he heard "no."

"I work but only until 6. Still, baby, I miss you now. Don't you miss me?" he said, his voice laced with honey.

You sighed, steadying yourself as you continued your trek to the math office building.

"Honey, of course I miss you. But, I miss passing my classes even more. I can't disappoint this professor. He went out of his way to sign me on for his course even though I'm not supposed to be in it yet. I don't want him to regret doing that."

He groaned even louder.

"Fine," he huffed, "But I want you in my apartment, butt naked, dinner ordered already when I come home tomorrow. We haven't seen each other all week, that's way too long. Gotta make up for lost time babygirl."

You chuckled, for some reason imaging yourself naked, laid amongst a bunch of takeout pizza boxes like a nyotaimori girl.

"Yeah, fine. I'll come by. You owe me a massage and you better buy some good beers. The ones I like that taste like funky apple juice."

"Can do baby," he said, making a kissing sound down the phone line, "I love you. Have fun being a nerd or whatever."

"Yeah, yeah, you knew who I was when you met me," you giggled, bidding him goodbye as you walked up to the large office building. It was only 8:47 so you had, presumably, managed to beat your professor to his office.

The ride up the elevator to his floor was swift, thankfully, due to the new upgrades made to all the STEM buildings on your campus. Even the professors managed to snag some shiny new things. Professor Nanami's office was a perfect example.

The keypad for the door was touchpad accessed, not like the old key locks that jammed every fourth out of five tries. You were able to input the code he'd given you easily and the sound of the door unlocking rang through the still air of the empty floor.

You had definitely beaten him there, as the large office was vacant with only one squishy octopus lamp illuminating the professor's desk. You flipped on the light switch and looked around, not intentionally snooping but excited to see how the man filled his space regardless.

The first thing you noticed was the large floor mirror propped against the far wall of the room, pretty rose details carved into the wood frame. You took in the sight of yourself: your hair was as cute as it could be post wash-n-go, since you'd had time to thoroughly detangle and finger curl your locks that morning. You hadn't needed to rush back to campus from your partner's off-campus home, which saved you a noticeable amount of time. You'd put on a cute outfit today, deciding you had to dress nicely to accentuate your hair. You wore a white undershirt, a checkered red and blue dress, and white sneakers. Nothing fancy, but it did its job. You'd gotten a fair share of stares from men, and compliments from other girls as you'd walked around campus, so other people definitely agreed.

Turning away from the mirror you noticed a writing desk facing the wall. Little fairy lights were hung along the top and pictures were hung along the back. You got close enough to see Nobara in various poses with her friends, one with a cute boy with pink hair along with one dark-haired boy that actually really favored your boyfriend and another one with a girl that looked to be more than just her friend (if the matching rings and the bisexual flag in the background meant anything).

Cute. That made sense.

Her desk space was the only corner of the room fully decorated and homey. The rest of the room was very minimalistic besides the mirror. Everything had its own place to go so nothing looked scattered or out-of-order.

You walked over to his desk, sitting down your backpack on the student desk adjacent to his large mahogany one, pulling out all your note-taking stuff because, why not? You scanned the surface of his desk as you did so, not missing the fact that his desk was vacant of any family photos. The only thing on it was a photo of him and a group of his male friends all dressed up in suits, a mini version of his diploma, and an encased medal for something hunting-related.

Interesting.

The slow creak of the heavy office door opening made you jump out of your skin, expected but at the same time, it wasn't. Maybe if you were paying attention you would've heard him walking down the tiled hallway.

"Oh, [y/n], you did beat me here. I thought I saw the light on from the hall."

"Yeah, sorry. Should I have waited on the hall bench or..."

"No, no," he shook his head, "I gave you the keycode for a reason.

You nodded, taking your seat at the student desk as your professor made his way to his desk, pulling out this and that until he was situated and organized.

"So, here's your last two exams, marked up with explanations. Here's a study guide for this unit's information that Nobara made. Don't show your classmates, they won't get it until after this exam as a review sort of thing. Also, here," he said, handing you a fidget toy that clicked and spun without making noise, "If you feel antsy during class and can't focus, try this. I've had some students say it helps hone in your brain or something."

You stared blankly at the small pile of stuff on your desk.

"You got all this in between your classes today?"

"Yup," he said plainly, "But, I'm not giving it to you until we have a chat."

He slid the papers back onto his desk and out of the way, interlocking his fingers as he leaned against the desk.

"I have to ask. What's actually been distracting you so much in class? You seem a little distracted right now, even. What gives? None of this stuff is going to help if we don't actually address the issue."

"Well," you stuttered, "It's, uh, nothing specific really."

You pointedly ignored the incessant buzzing in your back pocket, already knowing it was your boyfriend asking how the tutoring was going, when you'd be done, if you missed his cock yet. Blah blah blah. He was older, and lived off-campus, so he knew your phone was the only way to really keep in constant contact the way he wanted. It wasn't that bad, it was kind of sweet that he wanted you so badly all the time. But right now, it was really irritating. Your professor noticed, cocking an eyebrow as he waited for you to answer out loud.

"It's just," you hesitated, "Stupid boy stuff. My boyfriend wants to be up under me 24/7 and it's just been a little hard balancing school and keeping him happy. I do still tell him I have to study and everything though so it's not always him or anything."

"Hm," he hummed, "You do know a relationship that disrupts your life instead of adding some form of peace to it isn't a happy or healthy one, right? I'm not saying this young man is a bad person or anything, but it's not selfish to prioritize your own growth. You're young, build yourself up before building a relationship. Just food for thought on that."

You blinked at him, starting to loop what he said on repeat in your mind.

"You don't know anything about our relationship, respectfully. You're right, he isn't a bad guy, just a little needy. Nothing wrong with that, and at the end of the day I'm the one deciding to spend my time with him so it's not his fault that my grades have slipped. I'll do better sir."

He scoffed, folding his arms across his broad chest as he relaxed back into his seat.

"Wow, throwing away your studies for a boy who's probably never even made you cum before. I thought you were a lot smarter than that [y/n]."

You couldn't hide the shock on your face at that.

"Hey," you stuttered, "He hasn't, you don't... he has made me cum before, thank you very much! And, I'm not throwing away my studies for him either I'm just... trying to find a good balance. That's all."

"Mhm," he hummed, raising his eyebrows in a way you knew meant 'yeah right,' "Touching yourself while he fucks you doesn't count, by the way."

You racked your brain, pissed that no occasion had come up in your brain where he did all the work. You can't stand the smirk that creeps onto your professor's face.

"Wow, I was just messing with you. Has he really never made you cum before? Eaten you out until you were genuinely screaming his name, not just faking it so he'd get on with it? Really?"

You shrunk a little in your seat, burying your face in your hands as you nodded your head.

"Wow," he gasped, actually trying to hold back a chuckle, "Honey, I know his type. He may say pretty words often enough to distract you from how much you actually detest him as a person, but trust me, there's way better for you out there. Someone who wouldn't let you piss away your standing as one of the best students in this department to watch him play apex all night, and lick around your clit for so long that you have to fuck yourself while he sleeps. If you're gonna screw your grades because of some guy, at least let it be one that makes you feel good, at the bare minimum."

You couldn't help the rush of anger and embarrassment that was bubbling up in your chest. He didn't know your boyfriend, he didn't know how you felt or what you wanted.

"What would you know about that anyway, huh?" you asked, venom in your tone, "I don't see any engagement photos or a ring on your finger Mr. "I Think I Know You Better Than You Do." I know you don't have kids because of club last semester. So, what do you know about lasting relationships and keeping a woman happy?"

He sat up in his chair at that, his eyes even darker somehow than the beautiful brown you'd grown used to. They looked almost black.

"Watch your tone or I'll have to show you exactly how I keep women around, and you couldn't handle that sweetheart. You're still fucking little boys who don't wash their hands after rummaging through cheeto bags before they finger you. I'd break you."

The threatening tone to his voice sounded so genuine, you knew he wasn't joking. The realization of that made heat start to pool in your belly. You felt your clit throb, just a little, stirring up the thrumming of anticipated pleasure in your cunt. You felt yourself becoming slick with arousal already just from him saying that. You knew what he said would be true.

"That's not true. I'm a strong girl, you'd have to try pretty hard to make me break, sir."

His eyes darkened even more at the nickname, his legs spreading a little further as he was no doubt starting to feel the effects of your conversation just like you were. Still, though, he was as calm and collected as ever. His eyes were trained on you like a hawk, reading every flicker of expression crossing your face.

"Baby, you're shaking. You know I can see you clenching your thighs together, right? Your pupils are huge, and your nipples are hard as a rock even though it's not cold in here. I swear I can smell how turned on you are right now. Are you wearing panties under that sexy little dress you've got on?"

You froze. You'd totally forgotten that you weren't. Your boyfriend wanted nudes after you told him you couldn't hang out tonight, so you'd gone to your econ studies hallway bathroom and taken some photos. You were already braless so that part was easy, but taking photos angled from the bottom always looked better pantiless. The problem was, you'd forgotten to put them back on in your rush to make it to your office hour with Nanami on time. Fuck, why were you trying so hard to prove yourself worthy of staying in his class?

"I'll take that as a no I'm guessing," he said, standing from his seat at his desk. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt, taking both ends and rolling them up to expose his forearms.

"Hop up here for me baby," he said, tapping the surface of his work desk.

You sat on the desk, shimmying your butt until you were comfortably up there without flashing your vagina at your professor in an awkward way. He lifted you a little by your waist to help you, slotting himself between your thighs as soon as you were settled. He slid his hands behind your ears, cupping your face and forcing you to look up at him.

"Do you want me to show you how a man should be pleasuring you? How good you can actually feel if you're open to meeting better men for you?"

Maybe being with a more experienced man would show you what you've been missing. What kind of sex is actually worth driving yourself crazy for.

You were so lost in his eyes. His pupils were blown wide open and you felt like little more than prey succumbing to being hunted. His knee was slotted between your legs and it took everything in you not to grind against him, like an untrained little whore who needed to get off that desperately.

"Yes, please."

"Please, what?"

"Please sir, please show me what I'm missing."

He smirked again, that devilish little smile on the corner of his lips that made a rush of heat flow through your body.

He lowered his head and you tilted up your chin, meeting his lips in a deep kiss. You melted at the feeling of his tongue gently pushing into your mouth, not overpowering your own tongue but moving with it instead.

"Damn, that needy already? You have to grind on my thigh to get off?"

You stopped moving your hips, not even noticing what you'd subconsciously been doing. You just wanted more pleasure, you wanted him to touch you.

"Please, sir, I need more."

"You need more? We're just kissing and you already need more?"

You whined, nodding your head up and down instead of talking. If you used your voice you were sure you'd say something desperately, disgustingly, horny.

"Pull up that skirt for me babe," he instructed, lightly smacking your thigh beneath the end of your dress.

You jumped a little, pulling up the dress until it was bunched up above your waist. You could already feel how wet you were, but seeing the way your pussy glistened underneath the relatively dim light of his office lamp made you want to hide.

"Fuck," he groaned, taking in the sight and slightly musky aroma of your arousal, "Now I'm convinced your boyfriends have all been inept. You're so fucking easy. So wet and desperate already and I've barely even touched you yet."

"Shut up," you giggled, "They weren't inept, you just really fucking turn me on. Show me why I'm supposed to think you're better than them."

He took that personally. He grabbed you by the back of your knees, sliding your body closer to the edge of the desk.

"Off," he said, sliding the spaghetti straps of your dress down your arms, grabbing and pulling off the cropped t-shirt you had on underneath.

Your breasts dropped beautifully out of your clothes, bouncing a bit as they settled.

"God you're gorgeous," he said, taking your left nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, pinching it just enough to make your stomach clench, "Don't know how the hell I didn't break a year ago."

You couldn't help the moan that ripped it's way from your throat once he crouched a bit, putting his mouth around your other nipple. You've always been really sensitive there. Not all of your partners knew how to give you just enough stimulation to feel good but not so much that it was uncomfortable.

Nanami found a perfect balance of both.

The AC actually had kicked on at some point, making the room just cold enough to send a chill through your bones. Your nipples were cold like every other part of the surface of your skin, so the warmth along with the wetness from his mouth was driving you insane.

"I swear to god I could cum just like this if we had the time," you moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head.

His eyes flickered up to your face, seeing how blissful and fucked out you looked already just from his mouth on your breasts. He pulled away just long enough to pull you into a sloppy kiss, taking a moment to drink you in.

"This is all about making you feel good baby," he said, kissing and sucking (lightly, to not leave marks) on your neck, "If you want to sit here for hours and see how many times you can cum this way, I'm all for it. No one will be back in this building until 11 am tomorrow. I can't imagine the mahogany would be comfortable to lay on for that long though."

You sighed, he was right.

"I guess I'll just have to invite myself over to your place for an overnight study session sometime then. Why don't you show me how good you eat pussy in the meantime, hm? You talked a lot of shit about all the men I've been with before."

"I did, and I meant it."

He laid you flat on your back in one smooth motion, pulling up a rouge chair with his foot right after. He pushed your legs up to your chest, having you grab them by the back of your knees. He was sat in front of your spread legs as if he was going to feast on a michelin star meal.

"I need you to use your words for me if I do something you don't like. If you do like it, don't be afraid to make noise. My office is soundproofed from all the brick. Understand?"

He was running the knuckle of his finger through your folds, spreading the lips gently to get a good look at you. You were leaking onto the table from how turned on you were, you swollen little nub peaking from its hood on full display.

"Yes," you said, your voice quivering.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes sir," you said with no hesitation, desperate for him to finally touch you.

He blew a small puff of air from his mouth onto your clit, making the little bud contract a little and engorge even more when he stopped. He had one arm laid across the backs of your thighs, holding your legs down into a mating press. His free hand was rubbing against your entrance, creating more and more slick until he pressed in with his middle and ring finger. You were no virgin, you could take it and he knew that.

"Your hands are so big," you commented, instantly feeling the difference between his hands and the men you'd been with before. His were large and rough but in a good way. Taken care of and manicured, but hands of a man who'd done work in his life. A mature older man that knew exactly how to extract every morsel of pleasure he could from your body.

His touch was practiced. He pumped those two fingers inside of you until he found what he needed. He was so rough yet so gentle at the same time it was driving you mad.

No one had ever touched you like this before. He was doing something different with his fingers, something no boyfriend you'd ever slept with had done the right way. He found that little patch of nerves inside your cunt, sort of massaging it more than pushing on it. It felt like he was licking you from the inside with the way his fingers worked inside your slick walls.

"There, that's so good."

"That feels good princess? Do you want more?"

You shook your head furiously, a weak "uh-huh" leaving your lips as well.

The sensation of just his fingers was already a lot, but it was even more heightened when he lowered his head down to lick you. Going up from just above where his fingers were fucking into you slowly, all the way up to your swollen clit.

"Holy fuck," you gasped, feeling pleasure shoot up your spine as he took the little button into his mouth, sucking on it gently as the tip of his tongue fluttered back and forth over it.

What was that? Why the hell had no one you'd ever slept with done that?

He hummed a bit while he suckled your clit, the slight feeling of vibration being the beginning of the end.

"Jesus fucking christ, daddy. Daddy, I need more, harder suck harder. I'm gonna cum for you so quick I can already feel it. Fuck, that feels so good."

Were you really about to be that girl who fell apart as soon as you met a man who touched you the right way?

Yeah, yeah you were.

"Oh, Nanami, please. I can't take it if you keep doing that. I'm gonna cum. Please tell me I can cum."

He didn't need to say anything in response to that, he just increased the pressure on his fingers and sucked harder on your clit.

Seeing stars would've been an understatement.

You might've squirted. Everything was too much all at once, you couldn't actually tell, but you knew you were cumming. You'd never cum so hard in your entire life. Colors danced behind your eyelids, your ears felt clogged from all the pressure, and you were grinding yourself up against his tongue so passionately you were basically fucking his face.

He took it in stride, milking your g-spot for all it could give him, still sucking your clit through your orgasm.

"Ah, too much," you felt yourself whine as your orgasm dissipated.

He pulled away, placing one last delicate kiss on your clit.

"So?" he said, an all too cocky look on his face.

"So," you sighed, propping yourself up on your elbows, "I literally can't hear out of my right ear right now. It feels like someone stuffed cotton balls in there. What the fuck did you do to me?"

He chuckled, tickled pink apparently that you had cum so hard you were losing one of your five major senses.

"You're okay baby, it'll die down. It's just because your blood pressure dropped."

He stood from his seat, pulling you into a kiss. You deepened it, feeling his erection pressing into the meat of your thigh.

"Wanna see if I can make you see stars the same way?" you said, your eyes looking up at his in the most sinful way.

"If you're actually in pain, we don't have to. We can always pick this up another time."

"No way," you said, undoing the fastenings on his slacks, "I want you to fuck me, please? I promise I can take dick really well. You'll be dying to fuck me any chance you get from now on. I need to know how you feel inside me."

You pulled his cock out from his pants with no contest from the professor, his length easily being the most girthy thing you'd ever held.

"Wow."

He chuckled, a little too amused at the shocked expression on your face.

"Sure you can take it all babygirl?"

"I can try," you said, eyeing his length, pumping it to full hardness in your hand, "I'm so wet for you, I think we can get it in. I know you're dying to see how this pussy feels."

It was a big dick, you weren't trying to kid yourself. He had girth on his side more than length, but he was not small by any means. He could absolutely kiss your cervix with a little effort if he wanted to. It was pretty also. Pale and pink with emphasized veins on the side, the pale pink head covered with a small bead of pre-cum.

He reached around you to open a drawer of the desk, pulling out a little latex condom wrapped in plastic packaging.

You watched Nanami slowly open then roll the condom onto his stiff cock, your thighs squeezing together at the sight of it. He groaned at the feeling.

“You sure? Wouldn't want you to regret anything once you're back with the lackluster little man child.”

Nanami fisted himself a few times, shuddering as he did, careful to support your waist with his arm as he rubbed his cock against your entrance.

"Professor?" you cooed, biting your lip as you felt him rubbing himself against your aching clit, "Shut up and fuck me."

He chuckled, always amused by you being brash back at his little quips.

"Spread yourself open for me baby," he instructed, looking down at your dripping wet cunt.

You did as you were told, spreading yourself open to allow the larger-than-average man into your velvety walls.

You both let out deep groans at the new sensation. He knew you were turned on enough not to be painfully tight, but the way your sloppy wet cunt sucked him in, squeezing him in place was enough to steal the breath from his lungs.

You felt so disastrously full. Your brows furrowed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You couldn't do much but relax and take it, try to adjust to the thick girth stretching your pretty pink walls.

"Fuck, Nanami. So big, too big. It's so good," you babbled, your words just jumbled strings of thoughts flooding into your brain, "I can take it, good girl, I can take it."

He slid you back a little further onto the desk, lifting one of his long legs onto the wood to give him more access to your face. He needed to be able to see if you were handling it okay, knowing how much it could be taking his entire length. He halted his movements once he was fully buried deep inside you, rubbing circles on the skin just above your cunt.

"You're such a good job babygirl. You're taking my whole cock right now, I'm so proud of you."

Your eyes fluttered open, fresh tears wetting them before you could help it.

"Please move, I need you to move. Need more."

He looked at the fucked out, needy, cock-hungry expression on your face and did as you asked, fucking into you with strokes that massaged every part of your slick walls, not just fucking into you for the sake of it.

He was precise in his movements, going slowly at first to get a feeling for what you reacted strongest to, but you wanted more. You didn't need perfect, you just wanted him. Fucking into your pussy so deep and so hard that you could barely remember your own name.

"So fucking tight,” he groaned out loud, talking more to himself than to you. He pressed down on your knees, forcing you open even without you holding your knees yourself.

He watched the base of his cock hit your clit, over and over again. You cried out at the feeling, crossing your arms above your head to hide your expressions of bliss.

“Look at me while I’m inside of you," he ordered, using one hand to move your arms away from your face. You did as you were told, slowly opening your eyes to glance up at the man above you. Both of you moaning at how he fucked into you, beginning to work up to a punishing pace. Nothing like the jackhammer bullshit you'd sadly grown to tolerate, but something so precise and deep that you felt your body begin to shake at the motions.

“God, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you came in my office. First time you said yes sir and answered my questions in our club room,” he groaned, craning his neck a little to suck a nipple into his mouth as he thrust into you.

Your eyes naturally snapped closed as your mouth hung open wide, moan after moan spilling out as he fucked into you.

He kissed at your chest, pulling you down with him as he moved his knee off of the desk and steadied himself with his feet both grounded. The sensation was so different, even better, and somehow deeper than you could've ever imagined.

"I want to cum on your cock. Please? Make me cum, I want to cum with you in me."

He groaned at the string of obscenities spilling from your lips, adjusting you so he could fuck into you with both of his hands free.

"Play with your tits for me baby, I know they feel good for you."

They did, so you did. Not missing the big gush of slick pouring from your pussy as you gently twisted a taut nipple between your thumb and index fingers.

He used his right hand to rub soothing circles on your clit, while loosely wrapping your throat with his left hand, careful not to block your airway.

"This okay?" he said, letting his hand be slack enough that you were still able to speak.

"Please," you cried, dying to feel him without the distraction of your own involuntarily moans and curses. You just got to feel it, not even having to focus on breathing correctly. It was perfect.

His hands found the perfect spots to squeeze down on the sides of your neck and he held his fingers there. Cutting off just a little of your oxygen but not trying to actually hurt you. No one had ever done this to you the right way, and god you never knew what you were missing out on.

Your brain felt like someone had filled it with helium gas. Everything felt so airy, and warm, and so fucking good. The way his cock slid against your g-spot inside of you coupled with his thumb sliding sloppily around your clit had you buzzing, feeling like you were floating somewhere above your body.

"Fuck, you'll never want anyone's cock like this ever again. Good girl, you take me so well."

The warmth of his body where you were joined together, his curses and moans laced with adoration, the feeling of his strong hands rubbing and squeezing your body to get you off. It was all so much, like a rubber band being stretched as far as it could go, then being snipped with scissors.

"Oh my god. Nanami, cumming. I'm, oh fuck, in me. Please, cum in me," you heard yourself crying distantly somewhere, the feeling of tension and warmth radiating through your body quickly turned into white-hot heat. Your cunt pulsated around your professor's cock, milking him for all he had to offer you.

You absentmindedly registered his hand falling from your neck, his groans filling your ears along with your own jumbled cries of his name as his cock twitched and spasmed inside your pussy, cumming into the latex glove protecting you both.

You helped him ride out his orgasm, grinding your pussy up against his pelvic bone while he rode out the pleasure, breathing heavily as you finally began to come down from your own.

He pulled out of you slowly, making sure to grip the base of the condom so it wouldn't slip off. Making quick work of tying the end and dropping it in the wastebin sat beside the desk.

"Good?" he questioned softly, pulling you up from where you were still laid out on the desk.

He slid his hands under your jaw, just like earlier, placing sloppy yet sweet kisses against your lips.

"S'good," you moaned, still feeling lingering crackles of pleasures coursing through your body, "So fucking good."

"Good," he agreed, placing one last kiss on your lips. He handed you your discarded t-shirt from the desk where he'd tossed it, helping you shimmy it on over your mane of curly locks. Pulling and adjusting your dress until it sat on your body like it hadn't just been all but ripped off mere moments ago.

"Do you need me to drive you home? I'm in a rental that goes back tomorrow. Anyone who saw wouldn't recognize it."

You shook your head no, knowing you'd driven your own car to school that day specifically because of this late-night meeting.

"I got it, thank you though. I'll get out of here then before someone does have a reason to come snooping," you said, jumping off of the desk, ignoring the little wobble in your legs when you made your first few steps.

Nanami chuckled, noticing your jelly legs.

"You sure? I can walk you down at least to make sure you make it okay."

"I'm a big girl Professor. I can get ten feet out the door just fine by myself. Plus I have a taser and I'm not afraid to use it," you said matter-of-factly, shaking your car keys you'd taken from your bag that held said lipstick taser.

"Fair enough. You have my number from club still I'm assuming?"

"I do. I'll message when I'm home," you said, gathering your study materials off of his desk and putting them into your school bag, "I'm assuming I earned these, right?"

He nodded, watching you stuff the last of your stuff into your bag before you left.

"See you soon?"

"See you soon [y/n]."

And with that, you were on your way.

Your phone began to ring as you rounded the final hallway corner to get into your apartment, your boyfriend's name popping up on the screen beside the bright white [1:42 AM] timestamp. Fuck.

"Hey," you started, your voice still a bit raw from all your yelling, "I meant to call. I just got h-"

"Babe, I sent you a picture, go look. You're home now right? I really want to see you tonight."

You couldn't help the exasperated sigh that huffed from your nose. You didn't need to look. You knew what the picture was of. It's what it was always of.

"Hey, honey, I think we should see other people. Don't call me again."

With that, you hung up the phone, ignoring his yelling from over the line before you did so, stomping your way across the threshold into your place.

You stripped from your sweat-damp clothes, autopiloting your way through the process of showering and doing your skincare routine.

It was well after 2:00 am when you were done. You made yourself food anyway, plopping yourself onto the couch once you were set up and ready to relax.

*ding*

[nnm]: don't forget to actually study. glad you understand now that your old distractions were worthless

[nnm]: you don't want to see how i punish bad girls that don't pass their exams even with my resources

"Ha, is that so?"

[y/n]: lucky for you i have a point to prove in your class now

[y/n]: i am a glutton for punishment though. maybe I'll test you anyway

[nnm]: try it if you want. get some sleep, you had a long day.

He was right, you had. The exhaustion hitting you as soon as you were reminded of its existence. Food could wait, the flood of text messages coming to your phone could wait.

Sleep, and sweet dreams, were all you needed at the moment. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.

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↳ dom!wonwoo smut

a/n: HELLO. i’m sure everyone is wondering what’s going on and WHY i’ve been absent for a few months. put simply: things got hectic and i needed a break! i’m not saying i’ll jump back into being completely active again, but that i’m going to come on as often as i can! (which might be every few days or so! i apologize!!)

as a treat for everyone - this features rich girl wonwoo! <3 

wonwoo stands at the street pole, conversing with his friends. the bar is unusually crowded. mostly likely because it’s a friday and there isn’t much else the townspeople would rather do than get plastered, forgetting the atrocities of work. his friend extends a box of cigarettes to wonwoo, offers him one, but he shakes his head.

since getting involved with you, wonwoo has attempted to forfeit smoking. it has always been something he’s done to pass the time at the street corner. plus, he likes the idea of blowing a big, stinging cloud right into someone’s face when they give him attitude. 

instead wonwoo suckles on a lollipop that tastes like an artificially sweet strawberry, pushes up the bridge of his glasses, and folds some silvery hair under his beanie. he knows it’s about the right time for you to be returning from that dinner party your parents forced you into attending.

as wonwoo’s friend exaggerates a tale about getting into a fist-driven confrontation at a bus stop last week, someone strutting by on the packed street bumps wonwoo’s shoulder.

“choose a better place to stand.” the stranger rumbles, agitated.

wonwoo flicks up his middle finger indifferently. “fuck off.” he grunts, the fog of his breath appearing in the night air.

he’s feeling sort of agitated himself. your parents have tethered you to a leash lately, forcing you to all these fancy gatherings and opening ceremonies and dinners. to put it frankly – wonwoo misses you. your laugh, your eyes, the texture of your skin, your voice in his ear. he’s been wanting an excuse to get his hands all over you. every single inch.

that’s when he hears the ding in his jacket pocket. looking away from the dramatic enactment involving his friend driving a fist into his palm, wonwoo checks his phone to see a text from you. a series of images.

23:28 // JPEG.1034

23:28 // JPEG.1035

23:28 // JPEG. 1036

the three pictures load. he chokes on his breath.

23:28 // i know u don’t like when i spoil my lingerie but.

23:28 // don’t i look so cute :( so fuckable?? im srry but I had to :(

his teeth crack the strawberry lollipop into sugary shards in his mouth. that lace is squeezing your flesh in all the right places. the picture with your fingers splayed teasingly over your underwear, hiding your core, it’s enough to make him shudder, salivate even. he’s officially ignoring his friend’s story by tapping a reply, fiddling with the thin stick in his mouth.

(ww) 23:30 // u free now? head to my place.

he receives an answer immediately.

23:30 // hmmm why?

(ww) 23:30 // u know why. don’t act like such a brat.

already, wonwoo can sense the desire form inside him. pounding almost. like a second heartbeat. you’re usually compliant and bending to his carnal whims. maybe all this time away from each other has you forgetting just how well wonwoo can fuck that stubbornness out.

23:30 // it’s new. i don’t want u ripping anything!!

(ww) 23:30 // idc.

23:30 // so mean!! not even gonna let u touch me now :-)

(ww) 23:30 // yeah. ok. we’ll see about it then.

after sliding his phone back in his pocket, wonwoo glances briefly in through the bar window. he sees a bartender pour a glass full of ice cubes before sloshing in a surge of alcohol. at that, wonwoo gets an idea. when his friends question about why he’s leaving so suddenly, he smirks.

“need to teach someone how to behave.” wonwoo shrugs before jogging quickly across the street.

“i’m not gonna tell you again. keep your fuckin’ thighs spread nice and wide for me or else i won’t let you cum – not even once. you understand?”

a harsh dip in your stomach suggests the breath you just inhaled. after a moment of silence, he hears you comply, and watches with his hungry, intent gaze as your legs part open for him. wonwoo has been teasing you with a bowl of ice cubes. at first, he held them to your nipples, had you whimpering into his mouth while he simultaneously rubbed his tongue against yours. but the real fun began when he introduced the ice cubes to your lower region. it was a very different punishment compared to his past endeavours, a tantalizing one.

wonwoo returns the cube to the nook of your inner thigh, then creeps it slowly toward your core. you’re beginning to tremble with the restraint required to not snap your legs shut. the ice cube ghosts transiently up your slit, a contact you had yet to experience, and a beautiful gasp tears from your lungs. he swears that you leak even more onto the sheets.

he takes the cube away, then drags his warm tongue from the bottom of your pussy right to the top, delivering a slow, flat lick which tastes sweet and cold and makes him so unbelievably dizzy with how much he loves it.

“w-wonwoo, please, pl-please keep going.” you stutter, opening your thighs even wider to invite his tongue.

he shakes his head. “what else did i tell you? don’t ask me to do anything. you’ll lie there and you’ll fuckin’ take it.” smiling, wonwoo issues a tight grip on the ice cube and presses it right into your clit. you whine sharp and loud, your hands traveling all over your body in confusion, not sure if it’s more pleasure than pain, or a hot mix of both.

“or are you still interested in acting like such a brat, hm?” wonwoo utters in his deep voice. “ like a smug little princess who thinks she can tease me whenever she wants and she’ll still get my cock all the way inside her? nice and full, just how she likes it. is that it, babygirl?”

he feels the ice melt under his fingers. you can hardly piece together a response, just a very incoherent, “no wonwoo” as tears start slipping down your cheeks. wonwoo takes the cube away, then massages your clit with his thumb, warming you up slowly. a few jolts pass through your body. he can tell you’re falling apart inside with how badly you want to cum, though wonwoo had strictly told you to hold it. he rubs and rubs and rubs, barking at you to control yourself, your pussy so slippery with arousal that it’s running all down your skin and wetting the bed.

right when he feels you’re about to snap, wonwoo completely removes his touch. you wail at that, suckle in a shaky breath and cry his name.

“please, wonwoo! i-i’m sorry, m’soso sorry! i’m sorry for acting so bratty and sending those pictures, t-teasing you like that! but i just c-ccan’t take this anymore. treat me however you want, but please let me cum!”

he’s truly missed the sound of you begging for him. his cock twitches in his pants, reminding him of how hard he currently is. each time you cry the boy’s name in such a lewd manner, there’s another surge of pleasure and he aches even more, to the point where he could cum just from touching himself over his clothes. still, wonwoo must ensure you’ve really learned your lesson. so, he offers you a deal. he’ll get to watch you pleasure yourself with the ice cube until he cums.

and so wonwoo sits in a chair based at the end of the bed, a hand stuffed down his pants, watching you swirl an ice cube at your sensitive core. he guides you every now and then: “hold it right there, pretty baby. let it melt all the way down. that’s it, sweetheart. n-now rub it, okay? f-finger yourself too. nnrgh, f-fuck. fuck you sound so wet. m’gonna c-cum—”

his strokes lash faster until wonwoo’s head rolls back against the chair, his eyes blinking shut while he chases his high. he hears you continue to whine as he cums, his cock throbbing in his hand, still so hard and heavy. in fact, wonwoo requires a moment just to breathe and let the heat circulate properly through his body.

with his fingers covered in the sticky mess of his cum, wonwoo approaches the bed again, fingering it as deep as he can inside you. he’s unable to remove his gaze from the filthy sight. there’s something so raw and intimate about watching his own seed getting pumped into you that sets his whole body aflame. he decides to let you orgasm as well, stimulating your g-spot consistently, letting you clamp down tight and ride his hand until you’ve got a full fix.

wonwoo supposes he’s done his job.

“i don’t think i’ll ever be able to look at an ice cube the same way again.” you laugh, sitting back against the headboard, tucked into his t-shirt.

drawing a warm washcloth between your thighs, wonwoo blinks at you, a very sly grin forming on his mouth. he plants a kiss on your nose.

“good. means it worked.” the boy says.

he folds the cloth over and finishes the last of his cleaning, ensuring there’s nothing more of his fluids that are still leaking out or anything sticking from your orgasm. grabbing your overnight bag off the floor, wonwoo pulls out a fresh pair of underwear and helps you slide into them. your lingerie sits in a pile off to the side, a few lace straps ripped.

“sorry about your little outfit.” wonwoo apologizes, staring at you earnestly. “it was pretty. you look good in everything.” he squeezes your hip and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“it’s okay.” you murmur. “i’ll order something even better. and i’ll surprise you with it. maybe for your birthday. sound good?”

“mmhm.” wonwoo purrs, pulling you down with him to cuddle up close for the night.

“as long as i can take it off you, sweetheart, i’m fine with that.”

[mk-tozier]

BRAT| RICHIE TOZIER X READER

@softbumble asked: I was wanting a smut with Richie x quiet reader where the reader is acting like a brat and Richie decides to teach them some manners.

17-18 years old or whatever age you want idc lmao

I’m sorry if this is bad or not what you wanted, I’m also gonna be kinda slow on requests, I’m trying the best as i can. Also sorry if its short or kinda rushed I’ve been kinda busy!

It’s kinda bad and very repetitive. Thats on me tho cuz its rushed. Again sorry if this is not what you had in mind. I was also writing this with the IQ of 2 because my brain was not working after taking a 1 hour and a half science test and then a math test right after so please excuse the absolute chaos this writing is.

warnings: smut, language, slight choking, degrading, teasing, fingering, overstimulation, idk man’, unedited as hell

I sat in Bill’s living room, next to Richie, sitting on the couch. An hour before me and Richie were at home, fingers tangled in each others hair, He trailed kisses down my neck, leaving hickeys and love bites on my neck as he played with the waistband of my underwear, teasing me and rubbing my clit through it. Then we got a call from Bill asking to hangout and Richie being Richie said we’ll go and left me unsatisfied. So now i was stuck on the couch, bored and horny. “why do you look so upset y/n, did something happen?” Ben asks. “No I’m just tired, thats all.” i said sweetly, but shooting Richie a glare. He smirked, before looking back at the tv which was playing some movie that i had no interest in. Bill and Stan were setting things up, getting snacks from the kitchen, board games from the closet, getting things together. I wasn’t exactly sure what we were doing but we were waiting for them to finish up.

Stan came into the living room, placing a bowl of chips onto the table. “Heyy stanny boyyyyyyyyyyy” I giggled, i have no idea why but i made myself laugh. “hey Y/n” He smiled. “you’re my twin” i say. “how so?” he asks, seeming genuinely interested in what i had to say. “We’re both quiet, sassy, funny” i stop to send Stan a wink at the word ‘funny’ “and cool people” I smile brightly. “i agree” he shakes his head, smiling. I look over to see a annoyed Richie. Hes very easy to make jealous, thats whats fun about him. Stan walked out of the room to continue helping Bill. “flirting with another guy” Richie muttered to himself, in a growl. I put my hand on Richies thigh. He looked over at me. “what’re you doing?” he growls again. “nothing” i shrug. I lay my head on his shoulder.

time skip

i layed with Richie comfortablely, My hand still on his thigh. The boys finished setting everything up, putting on ‘The Goonies’. I moved my hand higher up Richies thigh, closer to his manhood. I looked up at him, Richies jaw clenched. “Richieeee” i whined into his ear. “what?” he replies. “i need youuuu.” i whine again, kissing his neck. “wait until we get home” he mutters. “but i need you now” i brush my hand against his clothed dick, feeling it harden a bit. “baby pleaseee” “I said wait until we get home” Richie growls into my ear. I huff but listen to him, keeping my hand on his thigh. He moves my hand off his thigh and onto the couch. I huff again, annoyed, hes being no fun. I wait a few minutes before putting my hand back on his thigh. “princess, stop it” he whispers into my ear. I ignore him, moving my hand closer to his manhood. “if you dont stop I’ll have to punish you” he growls. I stop moving my hand, leaving it directly on his hard-on. Richie keeps his eyes on the tv, jaw clenched and anger in his eyes. Just what i wanted. I began to palm Richie through his joggers, causing his breath to hitch. He grabbed my wrist, moving it away from my pants. “I just remembered i told my parents that I’d have Y/n over for dinner, they love her so they insist in inviting her to dinners. they’ll kill me if I’m late so we gotta go” Richie says to the losers, they nod understanding. He pulls me through the living room and out the door, shutting it behind him. “what the fuck was that?!?” Richie growls. He gets on his bike, i get on the back, wrapping my arms around him. “answer me” “its your fault, you said we could go to Bill’s, maybe if you werent such a tease then i wouldnt of done what i did” I snap back. “Acting like a brat now, are we?” he says, pedalling faster

When we arrived to the house Richie threw his bike to the ground on his front lawn, he dragged me inside, the door unlocked. Richie pushed me against the wall, attacking my neck. “Made me lie to the losers because you were so needy” He mumbled against my neck. “Needy slut can’t even wait until we get home” Richie says before beginning to suck and lick at my soft spot. I moan from the unexpected contact. “you like that? hmm?”  i nod my head. Richie trails down my neck, kissing my cleavage, his hands roam under my shirt. “Rich, not here” i gasp. “Its my house, we can fuck wheverever the hell i want” He grumbled. Richie picks me up, walking up the stairs, continuing to attack my neck with hickies. He pushes open his bedroom door, kicking it closed when we enter the room, throwing me on the bed. Richie quickly takes off his shirt, throwing it somewhere, revealing his pale skin and skinny frame. He walks over to the bed, getting on top of me, arms on both sides of my body. Richie takes off my shirt, throwing it behind him. He kisses around my bra and down my stomach, kissing the skin right before my shorts/skirt, leaving hickies along the way, getting closer to where i needed him the most. “Rich, please” I whine. “please what? Use your words” “i need you, please” i whine again. “bad girls dont get what they want, beg for it.” He growls into my ear, the raspiness of his voice and the lust in his eyes made me want him more, a wetness pooling in my underwear. Richie unclasped my bra, attacking my breasts, licking and sucking at one nipple as he fondled with the other breast. “please Richie, i need you inside me so bad, your fingers, your tongue, anything, i just need you. so, so, so bad Rich” I beg. “such a needy slut, you’ll use anything to get off, won’t you? so desperate for my cock, huh” Richie kisses down my stomach, removing my shorts/skirt. “you’re so wet for me. you’re my little whore, just begging for my cock.I barely touched you and you’re all riled up?”  Richie smirks.  

He puts his thumb on my clit, rubbing me through my underwear, i moan, satisfaction running through me. Richie rubbed my clit slowly, applying pressure. “please Rich, please i need you inside of me.” I whine. “Such a impatient needy slut, can’t wait to feel my fingers inside of you, falling apart just from a little touch” He pulls down my underwear slightly, blowing air onto my clit. “such a little whore, all soaked” Richie pushes one finger into me, thrusting slowly, i moan loudly, before biting my lip. “faster Rich please” i let out quickly. He speeds up his pace, lifting himself to my lips. Richie connects his lips with mine, kissing me softly, sometimes he can’t help himself and he’ll kiss me softly or passionately, he’ll never admit it but he has a soft spot. Richie curls his finger, hitting a different angle, causing me to moan into the kiss. “you like that? hmm?“ I nod my head moaning, my hips buck, the familiar pit in my stomach growing, i clenched around his finger. Richie enters another finger, thrusting quickly. My hips buck again, i moan loudly, letting my hands go to his hair, tugging. “fuck, rich im gonna cum” i whine, clenching around his fingers. I feel my release pulsing through me. Richie pulls his fingers out, i whine, annoyed. “riiich” “Bad girls dont get to cum” He says before licking his fingers. “you always taste so good princess” Richie connects my lips with his once again, shoving his tongue in my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip. He pulls away, lowering himself. Richie licks a stripe up my pussy unexpectedly. “Rich!” i squeal. He swirls his tongue around my clit and down to my slit. Richie licks my clit slowly, holding my thighs. I bite my lip, holding back the sounds. He begins speeding up the pace, drawing little circles on my thighs with his fingers.

Richie starts licking slower before sucking on my clit, i cover my mouth, whining. Richie sits up, grabbing my hand. “let me hear you, dont cover your mouth. i want everyone to hear what a slut you are, let them know that you’re mine” He says before lowering himself, beginning to suck on my clit again. “Rich! Fuck!” i gasp, causing him to suck on my clit faster, i could feel the pit in my stomach growing already. My hips bucked into his mouth, i tugged on his hair. “Richieee baby im close” i groaned. He sucked faster, licking at my clit, swirling and moving his tongue. My hips bucked again as i let out an aspirated moan. “I’m gonna cum, fuck” i moaned, Richie pulled away quickly. “Riiiich.” I whine. “I told you, bad girls dont get to cum” he leans over me, arms on both sides of me again. “Maybe next time you’ll learn your lesson, flirting with Stan and acting like a brat? You had it coming” Richie whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Needy slut” He mumbles. He connects our lips once again, my hands travel to his hair, playing with it. Richie grinds against my heat, groaning into the kiss,his hard on rubbing me through his joggers. “Rich i need you, please. I know I’m a bad girl, please i learned my lesson, I’ll behave i promise”

“Yeah? You want this cock? Huh?” “Yes. Please richie.” “Good girl, begging for me so well. You’re gonna behave?” “Yes i will.  i promise rich. I’ll be patient and i wont flirt with anyone, I’m yours and only yours” Richie groans. He gets off the bed, taking offf his joggers, his dick clearly showing through his boxers, is it up, helping him remove them. “Eager brat” Richie chuckles, he crawls onto the bed, pushing me onto my back. He looks up at me, his tip nearing my entrance. I nod, letting him know to go ahead. Richie slowly enters me, groaning, his precum leaking into my entrance. “So wet and warm for me” he groans. “Rich” i plead. Richie starts to thrust into me slowly, i moan, finally getting the pleasure i wanted. “Can Stanley fuck you this good? Huh?” Richie picks up the pace. I shake my head, whining. “Does his dick fill you up like this?” “N-no only you do.” I gasp. “Who’s are you?” He thrusts faster, groaning. “I’m yours Rich, only yours.” Richie groans again, he leans over, sucking on my neck, leaving dark purple bruises. My back arches and i moan loudly. He hovers over me again. “You’re mine” his words made the pit in my stomach grow, Richie puts his hand around my neck, making me moan. “You like that? You like when i choke you like the little toy you are.” He growls. I whimper, nodding my head. “You like using my hand as a necklace, hm? You like when i use you as my little sex toy?” Richie groans, i moan, his words sending me over the edge, my hips start bucking as i clench around him. “Are you gonna cum, princess?” I nod my head “yes richie. I’m gonna cum, please let me cum” I whimper again. “Go ahead doll, cum for me, cum all over my cock. I wanna see you” He whispers into my ear, completely sending me over the edge, making me cum harshly, my vision blurred from all the pleasure hitting me. “AH! RICH!” Richie chuckles,  kissing my cheek. His fast pace continues, the grip on my neck loosening a bit. “Rich.” I whimper. “You wanted my dick, you’re getting it. You’re gonna take it until i cum, is that alright?” I nod, moaning from overstimulation. “You like that baby? You like how I’m using you as my little cocksleeve?” He groans into my ear. I nod, whining. Richies thrusts start to falter, getting sloppier. I can feel my high coming back, the pit in my stomach starting again. My hips buck again, clenching around Rich. He groans, making me clench around his dick more. “B-Baby you close again?” He says, shutting his eyes. “Mhm” “cum again for me. I’m here, its okay.” He thrusts rougher into me, his head falling back in pleasure. I whine, his pleasure sending me over the edge, cumming. Richie groans, his dick twitching inside of me. “I’m close. Shit. You fuck so good princess, taking my dick so well.” “You’re so good rich, filling my up with your big dick.” I whine, he groans, cumming in me, stopping his thrusts.

Richie pants, i run my fingers through his hair. “You did so well doll” He flashes me his signature goofy grin. Richie looked down. “That was hot.” He chuckles, i smile admiring his features. “I love you Rich.” I whisper, barely audible. Richies head snaps up, his cheeks red. “Y-you what? Did i hear that r-right. Y-you love me?” His face softens, he smiles slightly. “I love you too Doll.” Richie plants a small sweet kiss on my lips, he pulls out. “You need a bath princess?” He asks. “That’d be nice.” I say softly. “C’mon I’ll go set up the bath”

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do you think bucky ever plays up the “innocent” persona from when they first started dating just to make steve work for it?? like things are getting ~steamy~ and steve’s abt to put it in and bucky asks him why he’s not wearing a condom and steve is like “???” and bucky swoops in with the “daddy, you know we’ve never done it like that before” and steve catches on real quick

Chaos, chaotic panic, my mind oh my gosh oh my gosh okay.

I took this in a direction that might need some sort of headsup? It’s a roleplay but Steve is actively trying to convince Bucky to let him not use a condom? We know them now and how well-established they are, but it probably requires a headsup. So, if that bothers you please do not continue to read passed this point!

Okay! 😈 This is going to read half like a story and half like a normal Ask response lmao. Bc chaos, nonnie CHAOS.

It’s a super vanilla sex before bed kind of night. TV on, Steve had been reading, and one thing led to another after Bucky leaned over and gave Steve a kiss that had him letting out a Curious Daddy Noise. Super normal weeknight foreplay: kisses that are soft, touches that are intentional, there’s not technically a rush but they’re ready for bed so let’s get a move-on, yeah? Bucky rolls to his side, arches his back and widens his legs like the good boy he is as Steve slicks himself up. It’s right when Steve saddles up, lines himself up and is about to press in, when Bucky makes a soft noise.

“Are you not…are you not wearing a condom?”

Steve almost laughs right in Bucky’s ear but his everything does stutter to a stop, a bit alarmed.

“What? Why…what?”

Bucky twists in Daddy’s grip, turns his head to look up at Steve and there’s something about his demeaner that knocks the wind right out of Steve’s chest but then—

“Daddy, you know we’ve never done it like that before.”

Bucky’s voice is so gentle, so sweet, so feminine-like, that Steve’s dick genuinely jumps in his grip. Bucky’s looking up at him like he’s hesitant, like he’s innocent, like…

Like he’s never done this before.

It clicks after a few seconds. Steve doesn’t know how he made the connection—the way Bucky’s eyebrows come together, the breathiness of his voice, his wide-eyed gaze—but Steve is purring a bit, a noise that sounds faintly like a question mark, taking that leap.

“You don’t want me bare, sugar?”

Steve is almost certain Bucky blushes.

“I…I don’t know. W-we’ve never done that,” he repeats as if he’s trying to remind himself that Steve hasn’t been inside of him, skin on skin, that the times they have had sex Steve has been wrapped up. As if he’s trying to fulfill a role. He knows he is officially picking up what Bucky has laid down for him, a small little role-play offering, this little surprise, and he lets his cock fall from his hand, lets it rest all nestled there between Bucky’s cheeks as he leans half-over Bucky. The arm under Bucky’s neck flexes, pulls him in tight, mouth at his ear.

And he whimpers.

Bucky almost faints right there in his Daddy’s arms can you even imagine. Bucky thinking he’s being the hottest of shit, is gonna surprise his Daddy with a bit of bedroom fun, but then Daddy flips it on him within seconds? How infuriating. Bucky doesn’t crumble entirely though, still wants to play.

“Y-you want that? We’ve…we’ve just never done that…”

Steve’s hips start to roll a bit, like he barely even realizes he’s doing it, just wants some sort of friction for his cock. It is incredibly distracting for Bucky. He had naturally assumed Daddy would take this opportunity and use it to talk about all the reasons Bucky would want Steve to slide in without a condom. He doesn’t expect Steve to tuck him in close and begin to beg for it.

“Oh, honey a’course I want that, fuck. You don’t? Can’t even fucking imagine what you feel like on the inside.”

“I…oh but is it—”

“There’s no better way for Daddy to claim his boy, is there? Wanna be the best Daddy for you, Buck, the best.”

Bucky would no doubt be gasping, no doubt be achy, but hearing Steve’s voice turn a bit frantic in a way that he makes Bucky’s sound all the time has his world completely upside down. Daddy’s beard would be rubbing against the sensitive skin of Bucky’s neck as he pressed kisses into it with little choked-off noises. The arm not trapped between his body and the mattress would reach back to feel and grope at Steve’s naked hip, dig into his ass a bit.

“Bet you’re even warmer without a rubber fuck, baby. Bet you’d make my dick nice and wet, god Daddy wants that, sugar Daddy wants you to make his cock feel so good.” Steve’s lips move against Bucky’s skin as he talks, pleads, ends his groveling with a bitten off noise as he mouths at Bucky’s ear. He’s so easy for this man. Bucky stood no chance but he’s going to make Daddy work for his little come-virgin pussy.

“I…will it feel different? Will it hurt?”

Steve moans, (because innocent Buck is doing things to him, fuck) sucks on Bucky’s jaw before answering, shaking his head vehemently.

“Uh-uh no, sugar it’ll feel even better—” Bucky lets out a hot curious noise because how in the hell could it feel better? — “So much better, oh. Let Daddy in, Buck. Please, let Daddy in.” His hand is on Bucky’s ass cheek now, is pushing at it, spreading him open, and when they both feel Steve line himself up, the press of his cock, they both whimper. Bucky has never experienced a desperate Daddy in such a way, feels like he can’t catch his breath but listens to Steve’s own shaky ones. He thinks he has reached another plane of existence, another level up, but then—

“Just the tip, Buck. Come on, let Daddy show you.”

Y’all. Steve Rogers begging to let him stick just the tip of his dick inside of Bucky might literally end Bucky Barnes. His tummy turns, he moans, spreads his legs just a tiny bit, head going foggy at feeling Steve’s cock between his legs, Steve’s hand on his own dick.

“Yeah, yeah okay but…just a little bit, Daddy m’nervous.”

“Oh, baby thank you, oh I’ll always take care’a you, mhmm,” Steve breathes out in a rush, pressing in in in—

It would literally feel like the two of them were fucking for the first time. They’re entirely caught up in a rapid role-play, completely immersed in their tiny noises, how close they are, how much they’re holding back. It would be a messy position, especially after Bucky shouts and throws his arm up and around Steve’s neck, effectively shoving himself half on top of Steve, legs splayed and spread over Steve’s waist. Steve’s got his hand still on his cock, gripping it and ensuring it doesn’t slip in passed the tip.

“Daddy…Daddy oh it does…does feel different, so different.”

“Yeah mhmm, feels good doesn’t it, Buck? Can really feel how hungry you are now, goddamn.”

And this is the image that was conjured up in my mind as soon as I read this Ask—Bucky holding onto his Daddy on his side, leg and arm slung around Steve, mouths just pressed together in encouragement, and Steve fucking the tip of his cock in and out of Bucky’s ass. His hand would be there to make sure it genuinely is just the tip. Bucky’s noises would be surprised petite ones, eyes wide and mouth open. Steve’s eyebrows would be knit together, panting and Daddy whimpering into Bucky’s open mouth.

What an image.

“More?”

“Uh-huh, yeah,” Bucky would whimper into Steve’s temple, both looking down the line of Bucky’s body. “Be gentle, Daddy.”

It absolutely is the most time they’ve taken to fuck, the most chaotic they have felt as they do so. A lot of noises pushed out beyond their control, a lot of scrambling, a lot of messy kisses. Steve’s hands on Bucky’s tummy, his arm slung around Bucky’s waist as he controls movements, Bucky’s arm tightening back around Daddy’s neck, startled curious noises that make Steve want to scream pressed into Steve’s temple.

Steve just keeps asking if more is okay, if Bucky’s ready, until they reach the point where Daddy doesn’t need to ask anymore, fully seated and rolling his hips in deep movements. It isn’t rushed either—it’s slow and messy.

“See, honey? Oh, s’Daddy feel good in that tight little ass? You feel so fuckin’ good, so fuckin’ perfect, Buck. So perfect for Daddy. God, I can hear that cock fuckin’ you. Can you hear how messy you are? Gonna make you so messy…”

And Bucky is very much so immersed in this role, drawing from himself at the beginning of their relationship and also pulling from a different side of himself entirely. His noises have been different, have been whinier and amazed, a bit more feminine, has heard Steve’s uncensored curses at Bucky’s choices. He’s following through until the end.

“Daddy! Oh, you’re gonna come inside’a my p-pussy? S’gonna be so m-messy! I don’t…oh I don’t know, Daddy.”

BUT THEN! Then! Steve downright sounds like he’s weeping as he begs Bucky to let him come inside of him! Y’all Bucky’s neck would just drop back onto the pillows, onto Steve’s shoulder idc! Steve’s hips are harsh then, dig in and press up, has such a tight hold onto Bucky, one hell of a grip.

“Buck, Bucky baby please please, sugar lemme fill you up. Lemme fuck this pussy full, lemme mark you from the inside, let Daddy do that, baby please.”

Bucky’s hand is on his own dick, flying over it with a tight fist, gasping and whining, “Want that, Daddy want that so much! Wanna be messy with you, oh want Daddy to make me all wet inside, please please please—”

It has been a long long time since they’ve come with such a force, so uninhibited, so damn near violent. Steve makes an inadvertent show of filling Bucky up, pumps his hips through his orgasm, runs his fingers through Bucky’s sticky chest and maybe wraps a hand around the front of Bucky’s throat. They are completely and entirely swept away in something that should have just been almost routine.

Steve is flabbergasted, Bucky is pleased beyond belief, and they both promise each other that they’re most definitely going to discuss what the fuck just happened in the morning because holy shit how it is 11:30 PM and it’s a Wednesday.

“You’re fuckin’ dangerous, Buck,” is what Steve mumbles sleepily into the top of Bucky’s head as he kisses it, both clean and snuggled under the covers. Bucky is barely awake and only responds with, “S’your fault,” and he’s got Steve there.

Nonnie, you done fucked me up thinking about bitty Buck lookin’ up at his Daddy with that bottom lip, breathing out, “you’re gonna fuck this pussy bare, Daddy?” like they’ve never done it before. I’m going to hell. This one is sticking with me until the end of time. I need more of this roleplay in my life. Should I find a church service and attend? Is it too late today? RIP, time of death 1:47 PM.