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Requests open? You don't know what you unleashed

It's that time of the month and I've been craving reiner like a mf (side note is it just me or do you crave human touch sm but at the same time the idea of any male rats Ik irl touching me, repulses me)

Anywhooooo if you don't mind the idea of reiner being such a simp for you, showing you sm love and affection stretch marks and all after a rare (inwardly not so rare) day of feeling like shit 🥹

Or reiner throwing you around and slapping you in the face with his dick, I'm easy

(Side side note: I also been having this viral thought of Reiner having a girl And he cheats on her with you constantly, sometimes practically in front of her face, telling you how your better and he will leave her and she can't satisfy him like you can, if you don't like that kind of stuff ignore 🤠)

frennn, omg why are we just alike?! 😭 ovaries be jiggling like a mf, begging to be scrambled but I wouldn’t dream of letting those creatures near me. but ask and you shall receive! 🫶🏾 I literally love allllll of these so much, I have no idea which one to choose. I can’t stop thinking about, him more so than usual slsksks 😫😭 so ykw, we bout to combine all three LMAO! (mainly bc I love the idea of Reiner being a scumbag)

themes + such: infidelity, slight angst, rei is an asshole (not to you! 😭)body worship, pussy eating, reader has stretch marks/slight dysmorphia, body shaming, soft to rough sex, full nelson, daddy’s used, he picks reader up

WHEN SHE’S NOT AROUND

“Rei…wait, we can’t do this..”

“And why not? Who’s going to stop us?”

“No one and that’s the problem..”

the constant back and forth between two lovers, ensued among the fray of dishevelment and lust..lust that had driven you both to the point of no return. Truth be told, you had no good reason to be together. Nothing good would come of this in the long run and yet, here you were…lying in the bed of another woman, with her man’s hands roaming your body. His lips latched onto your nipples and his fingers plunged deep into your aching center. Riding them to bliss as you cried out his name; echoing the walls of her home..it was a disgrace and yet, you couldn’t pull away. You couldn’t let him go..and he felt the same.

“Please..don’t try to pretend like you actually give a shit about her..” His voice seemingly mocking you..it certainly wasn’t his normal demeanor but the one thing you had come to accept about Reiner is that he was not perfect. Not by a long shot…he was certainly not some perfect gentleman that checked all of the boxes. He was handsome, successful, alluring, one hell of a lover but he wasn’t yours!..not even close. That much signified by the silver band on his right ring finger. Married to the girl you despised more than anything. You’d never hated anyone in your entire life but that snooty little blonde bitch was a shoe in for the first spot. Make no mistake, you weren’t afraid of her; more so she was intimidated by you and the thought of fucking her husband unbeknownst gave you a thrill like none other. But your conscious was heavy with thoughts of karma..how things would play out for you guys in the long run..what if he decided that one day he no longer wanted you and by some weird circumstance, decides to make it work with his wife? You’d be out and no one could feel an ounce of pity. You were the adulterer, the harlot, the side chick, mistress..but you were the only one he wanted.

“..because I don’t. Matter of fact, I hope she walks in here right now. I wanna see her face while I’m fucking you..” the deep tone in his voice rattling off into a laugh. Suddenly, he’d tug those thick digits out and shove them between your lips. Allowing you to pacify and taste yourself…watching you become so salacious for him never grew old and it wasn’t something he was ready to let go of. Not now and not ever!..meanwhile, he’d kneel to the floor, caressing your thick thighs in an attempt to quell you. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look today? Hmm?…I feel like you should know that..” that deep southern drawl feeding you those sweet nothings, curling your toes at the sound. He could stay here forever, with you and no one else. Staring into the warmth of those beautiful brown eyes...the truth was, you hadn’t been feeling your best. You worked in the same building as his girl and as one of the lead makeup artists, for the brand that she and many other modeled for, it was difficult seeing women that looked nothing like you garner all of the attention and praise. Not to mention, hearing their snide remarks on the slick about your body type..about how you and others were not a fit for the pieces; literally and figuratively. You were used to it..working in the upper echelon came with discrimination on at least five different levels. But you let it roll off of your back. However, you were having a rather off day. Honestly, the last thing you wanted to do was to be weighed down with the tension of knowing you were sleeping with someone else’s man. That was until you were gifted an anonymous bouquet of flowers..you had no question who the sender was and when he sent you a text message asking to see you, you were glad to accept. Now here you were being spoiled in more ways than one. “You know I love you too, right? You’re my everything..” “Yes, Rei..I love you too..”

Currently, his lips were latching onto your clit, hands firmly planted on your thighs and clawing into them. He needed to taste you..consume your scent and flavor until he was full. That’s the way it was with Reiner..he was a selfish man. Downright gluttonous and he’d have his cake and devour it too! “Good…because I don’t want you to take it personal when I fuck you like a whore tonight.” Smirking up at you and causing you to chew at your lip with a wide smile. Just then, he’d toss your leg across his shoulder and begin the rapid ascent into feasting on your cunt. It wasn’t long before those juices were trickling down his chin and you were trembling. You could’ve jumped from your own flesh at any minute. The way his tongue lapped at your bud, delicately navigated your folds..prodded your entrance..no one treated you better. Hence why his wife would simply have to share. “Oh fuck!…yes, Rei..right there..”

he knew that you were exactly where he wanted you..and there was no way he was letting you go until he got what he desired….suddenly, he’d pull away with his mouth only to quickly substitute your pleasure with his fingers whilst he spoke to you. Feeding you every positive affirmation he could think of…complimenting your beautiful smile down to your legs; rubbing them gently. He didn’t just admire you, he practically worshipped you. Leaving kisses on those stretch marks displayed across your pudgy tummy. He loved all of it and thought that you should do the same. He was adamant in letting you know there was nothing for you to be ashamed of. “You’re so fucking sexy. Trust me..she’s not even half the woman you are. Never could be, baby. The next time she says something, just think about the fact that you have the one thing she doesn’t..” he’d declare, proceeding to spit onto your folds and continue licking. Not once did he break eye contact because he wanted to see all of the expressions that came across your face..he was right. She’d brag and boast about her husband who loved her so much to anyone who’d listen. That was at least in the public eye..however, behind the closed doors of a dressing room, crying into the arms of her best friend, she’d confess that he hadn’t touched her in months. That he seemed distant and cold and she was worried about an affair. Your kind nature couldn’t bear harboring such a secret but the side of you that wanted revenge for watching that bully’s abuse to other girls; bragging about her appearance, wealth and everything else she could flaunt as an adolescent, up into adult hood…you were enjoying this. You wanted the bitch to suffer and quite frankly, see her man getting fucked by the very type of woman she swore she was superior to!

“Lay back f’r me, sweetheart and put those fucking legs up..”

By this point, Reiner’s entire demeanor had seemed to shift. He was still very much hungry for that delicious nectar but he was done with the sweet, charming, innocent demeanor. Quite frankly, it couldn’t come soon enough. You needed him to take what was his! To be dominant, aggressive and pound every single ounce of tension from your body. You were sopping wet with a linear trail of slick, seeping down your slit and he had just the plan to add to the mess. Quickly standing to his feet, he’d take the place of your palms and squeeze the supple flesh of your thighs..he’d already previously undressed so when he came up, that erect cock did along with it as well. He was aching for you..so much so, the only way he’d be able to gain relief was to bury himself inside of you. That’s when you’d feel him lob a trail of spit onto your folds before rubbing that tip against you…you couldn’t handle another moment of being teased so luckily…

“You’re about to get all of this dick, I hope you know that..”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing…take this pussy. Fuck me..”

..he didn’t make you wait long! A moment later, you’d feel that tip split open your folds and enter your warmth. It felt damn near divine being inside of you. He practically trembled; cursing aloud when he was met with the sensation of your walls constricting around him. This was all he wanted, all he needed and he’d be content as long as he could have you. “This pussy’s so fucking tight…goddamn, she never feels this good.” Chuckling to himself because he couldn’t believe just how starkly different his experience was with you and his wife. Oftentimes, he found himself bored or not even remotely aroused. She’d complain that it was too much or that she couldn’t fit it all the way. She didn’t like to do any of the nasty things you preferred and when it came to giving him oral sex, she downright refused. Just recently, he stopped trying altogether and always claimed he was too exhausted for sex. Meanwhile, he was buried balls deep inside of you every chance he got!

“Mmmmph, take it, baby. Keep fucking me, just like that..”

Whimpering as you rubbed your clit..stroking that bud slowly..your gaze was fixated on his, a smile on both of your faces as he nestled every inch into you. His strokes were consistent, deep and a little fast. He couldn’t be vexed to take it slow tonight. He needed to give it to you the way you deserved. “Who’s pussy is this, baby? Huh? Tell me..” questioning as he grasped for your ankles, placing gentle kisses along your instep and growling into your skin. He wasn’t letting up for anything. Not until he was damn well satisfied..

“Y-yours, daddy. Oh my gosh..”

crying out with a frail whimper as his pace sped up. Chewing at your bottom lip, you’d push at his abs to feign him off but that only did more to fuel his desire to wreck you. Instead, you found yourself hoisted up mid air and cradled in his huge arms. Being propelled up and down on his cock as he slammed you down onto it. Reiner was a brick house of a man, courtesy of all the years he spent playing football. With the bank account to match. By all accounts, he lived the dream life that so many sought after…millions in his account, large, picturesque home and a model wife but the one thing that alluded him…the one person he desired most was right here.

“Fuck….it should’ve been you, baby. It was always supposed to be you. You’re the one that should be wearing that ring, my last name..you should have her life.”

his words becoming far more enunciated, filled with much more passion and aggression..he craved you so badly he could feel it every fiber of his soul. He’d do anything to keep you around..no matter the cost. Clawing into his back, (y/n) cried out his name and let him know that you mirrored his sentiments and that regardless of titles, rings or legalities, he belonged to you! The only one who’d truly ever love him..

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise..”

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summary: your first year at college is boring and uneventful. that is until you meet a boy named Jaemin and his model friend Jeno. warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT with some angst and fluff sprinkled in, sorta inexperienced reader, dom!jeno, manhandling, jeno is a soft dom at first but turns into a mean dom, spitting, spanking, unprotected sex, the plot is kinda rushed bc let’s be honest that’s not what we’re here for word count: 4,8k read on ao3 instead

“Seriously Jaemin, how am I even going to fit in there?”

College wasn’t as fun as you thought it would be. You were excited to start your “new me,” excitedly waving your parents goodbye as you left with your suitcases to study in a big city. But as it turns out, college is not fun and neither are your roommates.

You met Jaemin, a self-proclaimed “math-wizard” (it was a lie), during your social studies lectures. You became friends mainly because he just wouldn’t shut up when he sat next to you. You quickly found out he’s an engineering student, although it was quite questionable as to how he got in the university and he lived in a private flat with his two roommates, who you have not met yet.

You quickly learned that getting rid of Jaemin would be very tough, especially since it seemed like you two were destined to bump into each other everywhere. And at the end of the day, he was much more fun than your roommates. He would disrupt the lectures quite often with his snarky comments and he would make you skip lectures just to do something he deemed to be fun.

His newest idea was for you to skip your evening lecture and go with him to his roommate’s fashion show. That is when you learned his roommate was a model, trying to make a name for himself.

And that is how you found yourself in the lobby of the venue where the fashion show was held, pushing down the hem of your new dress you bought on the way there with Jaemin, who bought a tuxedo. You paid for the dress already wearing it and you’ve never felt so embarrassed.

“You look great,” Jaemin states, looking you up and down. “You’ll fit right in.”

“I don’t know...” you trail off, pulling down the hem of your dress again. You should’ve bought something longer.

“It’s fine,” Jaemin says, patting you on the back like a bro, ”let’s go.”

Unsurprisingly, you were not allowed in the main venue, because you were not invited. Instead, you opted for the smaller venue next to the main one where you could technically witness the whole thing as well, just not very close.

Suddenly everyone got quiet and soft music started playing from the speakers. You held your breath as you watched the first model walk down the runway.

He was tall, with dark hair and sharp eyes. The main point of his outfit was clearly the open back, which was muscular, and he was also wearing black leather heels. You’ve never seen someone so masculine yet so feminine, with a commanding yet friendly aura about them.

Jaemin leans closer to you and whispers. “So... that’s our Jeno.”

You clutch your purse and swallow thickly. Holy fucking shit.

You found out soon enough that the reason why Jaemin has brought you here was not because of the show itself, but mainly because of the after party. There was so much alcohol, so many interesting people around... it all felt like a fever dream.

“Jaemin, how the hell did we end up here,” you ask, looking around. “aren’t we too poor for this place?”

“Shh, no stress!” Jaemin waves you off. “Look, there he is!”

In front of you stood the tall man that opened the show, Jeno. He wasn’t wearing the beautiful backless piece anymore though, he was now in a blazer, his chest out for the world to see, muscles glistening in the purple light. When he saw you and Jaemin he smiled warmly and approached you.

“Hi there,” Jeno says, holding out a hand for you to shake. “You must be ___.”

“That she is,” Jaemin answers for you. “You have no idea how long it took me to convince her to come.”

You hit his arm playfully. “Hey!”

Jeno chuckles, a low, deep chuckle. “Well I’m glad you did, it is nice to finally meet you. Jaemin talks about you quite a bit.”

Now it was Jeno’s turn to get hit by Jaemin. “Not true!”

“Honestly, I can kind of imagine that,” you admit, chuckling as well. “This boy never shuts up.”

Jeno smiles, poking Jaemin with his index finger. “So she does know you pretty well.”

“Guys, stop ganging up on me,” Jaemin whines, throwing his head back. You and Jeno laugh and you can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

This is going to be a long night.

After a few drinks and an embarrassing performance on the dance floor, you, Jaemin and Jeno head to their shared apartment. Their other roommate is apparently not home yet for you to meet, but you also feel like you’ve met enough people tonight already. Jaemin offers you to sleep over and you accept, changing from your dress into one of Jaemin’s t-shirts, which he hands you after fist bumping you so things aren’t as awkward.

It is 3:32 when you stop trying to fall asleep on the couch. Your whole body hurts. You open your eyes to see a dim light coming from the kitchen. You get up and shuffle towards the kitchen, where you see Jeno sitting on the counter, drinking. He is still in the same clothes he wore to the afterparty, his chest still glistening in the dim light. He looks unreal, sculpted by the Gods, and your heart skips a beat.

There is no way you can come near him alone.

You turn around to leave back to the couch.

“Can’t sleep?”

You turn back around and Jeno’s eyes meet yours, that sharp gaze you saw at the fashion show now replaced with puppy dog eyes.

“Yeah,” you admit, twirling your thumbs. There is an awkward silence which Jeno breaks by asking you if you want a drink as well. “Yeah, why not.”

Jeno gets off the counter and pours you a whiskey too. “Come sit next to me.”

You do so, hopping on the counter, and you are met with his sweet cologne. If this was your cue to faint, it was pretty on point. You take a sip of the whiskey, the alcohol burning at the back of your throat as you search for a conversation starter. “So how long have you been a model for?”

Really? Is that the best you could come up with?

“Ever since i was sixteen,” Jeno explains, taking a sip of his drink too. “My mom saw the potential, I guess. She used to take me to different agencies all over the country. Then I signed with my current company and I have been travelling as a model ever since. Though I mostly work here in the city and not abroad, keyword yet.”

“I see.”

“Now let’s just get this out of the way,” Jeno suddenly says, finishing his drink, now facing you. “Are you and Jaemin-”

“NO!” you shout, quickly covering your mouth. As much as you’re aware of the effect Jaemin has on others around you, the jealous looks you get when you two are hanging out, you could never see yourself being with someone like him. “We’re just friends. I mean I know what it looks like kinda but at the same time he’s like a bro-”

Jeno shushes you by pressing his index finger to your lips. “In that case, can I just say you looked so fucking sexy in that little dress of yours last night.”

Oh my God.

You choke on air, eyes growing wide. “I- I... I mean-”

He leans in so he is inches away from your face. “I want to kiss you so bad. Will you let me, pretty girl?”

You nod, and he crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is needy, urgent and passionate. You can taste whiskey on his tongue and you are pretty sure he can taste it on yours as well. He threads his fingers through your hair, pulling it gently, before detaching his lips from yours and kissing down your jaw, to the shell of your ear, and then down your neck. You feel his wet muscle licking at your neck, his lips latching onto the skin. You whimper and that sound makes him groan and he momentarily returns to your lips to swallow your whimpers.

Your hands find his chest and you make Jeno shiver by running your fingers up and down, always stopping below his collarbone when going up and stopping above his pants when going down.

Jeno’s free hand squeezes one of your breasts through the fabric of your bra and Jaemin’s shirt. He gets off the counter and body rolls his crotch into yours, to which he has to cover your mouth because you let out a sinful moan.

“You are so hot,” he whispers into your ear and you really want to scream “YOU TOO” but his hands are everywhere and-

Suddenly the light in the hallway turns on and Jeno flies off of you. You’re still on the counter trying to catch your breath when in walks a guy with lavender hair. His eyes are half-closed and he is yawning with every step he takes. He takes one look at you and then at Jeno and points his finger at him.

“Is this your-” he trails off, squinting his eyes at the taller man.

“N-no!” Jeno explains, rather panicked. “She’s Jaemin’s friend.”

And that’s how you met Donghyuck, Jaemin’s second roommate.

The next morning, you are all eating breakfast in the kitchen. You’re seated next to Jeno - as per his request - aka raising his eyebrow at you and looking at the empty chair next to him - and you are listening to Jaemin and Hyuck bicker about something.

Suddenly you feel a hand creeping up your leg. You are still only wearing your underwear and Jaemin’s t-shirt, so the access to your leg is pretty easy. You look up at Jeno, who has his hand hidden under the table, caressing your skin.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispers and smiles at you, but his smile is sinister, and you soon understand why as his hand slowly, cautiously rides up, up, even higher, until it reaches the waistband of your panties. You hold your breath as his fingers cross that barrier and start playing with your clit.

You squeeze your legs together and Jeno is not happy about that, slapping your inner thigh and pushing your legs open again. His fingers trace your slit before entering you and you have to pretend to cough to surpass a moan that is creeping up your throat. You can tell Jeno has a lot of experience by the way his skillful fingers plunge in and out of you and you can feel your inner thighs becoming wet with your arousal.

You look at Hyuck and Jaemin, who are still in their own little world, and you suppose you’re in yours as well. Suddenly the pressure is getting on you and you feel like seeing stars and it’s all too much-

“Excuse me,” you suddenly say, pulling Jeno’s hand off of you and fixing your t-shirt before getting up. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Sure!” Jaemin smiles at you and returns back to his conversation.

As you are leaving, you can see Jeno licking his fingers and smirking in your direction.

In the bathroom you grab onto the sink and look at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks are flushed red and you have to splash some cold water on your face to try and get rid of the hot feeling. Then you look around, grab a towel and start cleaning the arousal off of your thighs.

“That’s my towel, you know.”

You freeze. Not daring to turn around, you instead look at the reflection in the mirror to see Jeno leaning against the door frame. He walks in and closes the door behind him, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you towards him.

“Why did you run away like that?”

“I-” You cannot find the right words. “I’m sorry, I- I couldn’t come right in front of them-”

“Shh, don’t apologize,” Jeno coos, grabbing your face and pulling you into a deep kiss. Your face is hot again and your hands become sweaty and you don’t dare touch him. “You did so well for me back there, baby.”

Baby. Your knees were getting weaker by the second.

Jeno finally breaks the kiss and looks you deep in your eyes, grabbing onto the hem of the t-shirt you’re wearing. “I only wish you were wearing my t-shirt and not Jaemin’s. Next time, I’m gonna make you come so hard you will never think about anyone else’s dick but mine.”

“Next time?” you ask, squeezing the towel in your hands.

“Next time,” Jeno confirms, smiling at you. “Now let me give you my phone number and let’s get out of here.

Over the next few weeks you and Jeno text often. Just about your day - for you it’s usually a café photo or a picture of Jaemin sleeping during your social studies lecture, for Jeno it’s mostly a behind the scenes look at his work. You’re getting giddy every time his name pops up on your phone, even if its just a few times a day.

That is, until one day, you receive the following text message:

Jeno: Sorry, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to keep talking to each other. Please don’t text this number again.

And just like that, you lose the one exciting thing about your college life. Sure, you still have Jaemin, and being with Jaemin is always fun, but you can’t help but think about what could’ve been with the tall, handsome model. You of course first think it’s a joke, but Jeno never ever replies to you again. You do not dare to tell Jaemin, he still doesn’t know about anything and you like to keep it that way.

Oh well. Life goes on.

A few more weeks go by since the faithful text and now Jaemin invites you to his flat again, this time he wants you to look after his new kitten as him and both of his roommates are going to be away for the weekend. You agree - there is nothing you want more than to get away from your own roommates.

As it turns out, looking after a kitten is much easier than you thought - mainly because kittens sleep just as much as adult cats do. You’re currently making yourself a sandwich and you can hear the TV from the living room playing the melody of your favorite reality show. You hum to yourself as you cut the tomatoes.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

You turn around, knife still in hand, only to see a pissed off Jeno. He’s wearing a long coat and his black hair is sleek, though it looks like he hasn’t slept in a while.

“I- I-”

“Who the fuck asked you to be here?” Jeno is mad, you’ve never seen him this way. The most problematic part of that is how much it turns you on.

“Jaemin!” you squeak. “He told me to look after Lyra.”

Jeno huffs. “Okay, well I am here now. So just leave.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I said leave.”

You frown and decide to stand your ground. “No. I am not leaving.”

Jeno pinches the bridge of his nose and looks down at the ground. Then, a word slips past his lips, and it almost goes unnoticed by you. Almost.

“I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” you ask, gripping the handle of the knife.

Jeno looks up, his eyes shooting arrows at you. “I called you a whore.”

“Why the hell are you calling me that?”

“Because that’s all you are, isn’t it? A stupid whore.”

“You asshole,” you spit out, waving the knife around. “I am the whore yet you’re the one pouncing on me the second you meet me? I’m so done with you, Jeno.”

“Stop fucking pointing the knife at me, Jesus, woman!”

You drop the knife on the counter and focus on Jeno again. “I am right, aren’t I?”

“I never would’ve touched you if I knew what a worthless bitch you are!”

That one hurt. It may not have been the best comeback, but something shifts in you.

“Why are you like this?” you ask but your voice betrays you, cracking in the middle of the sentence.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Jeno asks like a villain in a movie, folding his arms. “I don’t want you in my, or any of the boys’ life anymore.”

“Jeno, please,” you’re begging at this point, falling to your knees and crawling towards the tall man. “I don’t know what I did to you to deserve this.” Tears prick your eyes and your throat swells up. You grab onto his pant leg, sobbing, looking up at him. “I’m sorry...”

Jeno scoffs. “You’re so pathetic, you know that?”

You’re still sobbing, a weak “please” escaping your lips as you feel the tears pouring down your cheeks. Jeno bends down so he is eye level with you and suddenly opens his mouth, his tongue sliding out and licking the hot tears off of your face.

Then, a kiss.

This kiss is reminiscent of your first one, it’s needy and urgent. Jeno completely dominates the kiss, holding your face so you don’t move. He licks into your mouth and detaches his lips from yours, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“Get up,” Jeno commands. You oblige immediately, as if under a spell, and he throws you over his shoulder before walking into his room. There, he lays you down on the ground, not the bed, and you look at him as he takes off his coat.

He is a beautiful man. He is devastatingly handsome, his sharp features perfectly aligning with his sharp gaze. He deserves to be worshiped, for his face to be plastered on every single magazine cover until the end of time.

Finally, he faces you again.

“Now let me make myself very clear,” he pauses, chuckling at your wide-eyed expression. “If you want to leave now, just say so. We won’t ever talk about this. But if you decide to stay, I will not hold back, you will take what I give you. No other man will ever satisfy you the way I will, tonight.”

He stands there and waits, hands in fists and knuckles white. He waits for you to say something, to get up and run away, yet all you do is let out a moan of the model’s name. You can’t believe how much of an effect this man has on you. Maybe you really are as pathetic as Jeno claims you to be.

“Fuck it,” Jeno sighs upon hearing it, rushing to you and kissing you again. He stops himself however, quickly jumping on his feet and clearing his throat. “Strip. I want you naked in 30 seconds.”

You gulp, quickly taking off your pants, your t-shirt and your bra and then your panties. Suddenly you’re very aware of the fact that he is still very much dressed and the cold air in the room creates goosebumps on your skin. Jeno walks up to you and whatever emotion is on his face, you just can’t read it.

“Open your mouth,” he orders and you do just that. He leans down a little, spitting into your mouth. “Swallow.”

You swallow, eyes still wide, looking up at the man in front of you. He doesn’t react and instead unbuckles his belt. He takes off his belt completely, ordering you to put your hands behind your back. He skillfully ties your hands with the belt and tests if you can move your hands or not.

“Jeno, I-”

“Did I tell you to speak?” Jeno shoots back, threading his hand in your hair and pulling on it. You don’t dare answer, instead you watch as he returns in front of you and pulls down the zipper of his pants. Pulling down his boxers, you gulp again at his size as his dick springs free. He is only semi-hard, but that is about to change as he guides it into your welcoming mouth. You suck on it, thinking of all the porn movies you watched and using your best techniques. “That’s right, suck that big cock,” Jeno groans, his fingers threading in your hair again.

You suddenly release his dick from your mouth with a loud “pop” and Jeno is about to protest, when you lick his balls, the base of his cock up to his tip. He lets out a moan, the first time you’ve ever heard him moan actually, and you couldn’t be more proud. Jeno suddenly grabs you by your hair and pulls you up, scooping you up in his arms and almost throwing you on the bed.

“Don’t think for a second that you’re the one in control here,” Jeno growls, grabbing you by your chin so you’re face to face. “It’s me who gets to dominate you.” He then flips you around so you’re on your stomach and spanks you hard.

“That’s for being a slut.”

Spank.

“That’s for thinking you’re the one who calls the shots here.”

Spank.

“That’s for fucking with me and making a fool out of me.”

Every spank was harsh against your soft skin, yet you enjoyed every second of it, your inner thighs getting coated with your arousal. However the last reason confused you quite a bit. “What do you mean-”

Spank.

“That’s for speaking when not spoken to.”

Jeno gives you one more spank, although he doesn’t specify for what. Instead he lowers himself on the bed so he is facing you again. “You know, good sluts say thank you.”

“Thank you... sir.” You add the honorific just in case that is what he wants, and it proves to be a good choice, because soon enough his fingers find your aching cunt, all swollen and dripping just for him, and he starts playing with your clit just like he did that one faithful morning. His fingers then enter you, scissoring inside of you to stretch you out for his cock.

“Do we need a condom?”

“No- I’m, I’m on the pill,” you whimper. “Please, I need to feel you.”

You thought the time will never come but finally you feel his tip at your entrance and you gasp into the sheets as he slowly pushes in. “Fuck,” Jeno groans, “you’re still so tight”. He then starts moving, slowly at first but soon enough picks up the pace and you can’t help but moan out loud.

He doesn’t punish you for it but grabs you by the throat, arching your back and pulling you towards his chest. “Take it. Fucking take it. Be a good whore and take it.”

Jeno then starts moving much faster, your groans muffled by his big hand on your throat. His free hand starts playing with your nipple and he growls into your shoulder.

“Jeno, Jeno, Jeno,” you’re chanting his name like a prayer and it seems like he doesn’t care anymore that you’re speaking without being asked to.

“This is how I like you. Just a bitch desperate to cum,” Jeno says. He flips you over on your back and continues his merciless thrusts, hand not leaving your throat. “Say you’re a whore. Say it.”

“I’m- I’m-” you whimper, so close to release. “Jeno, I’m going to cum-”

“No the fuck you’re not,” Jeno booms, and, if it is even possible, speeds up his thrusts. “Not before you say what a fucking slut you are.”

“I’m a slut! Fuck, Jeno,” you moan, wrists aching from being tied for so long, “I’m your slut! You fuck me so good!”

“That’s right, it’s me who fucks you this good. You’re drunk on this big fucking cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes, oh yes!” you yell, arching your back again. “Jeno, I have to cum, I can’t do it...”

“Cum for me,” he says and you do just that, releasing on his cock, your cunt spasming. He comes right after you, burying himself deep inside of you, before slowly pulling out and watching his cum seep out of you.

Your heart has never been beating this fast.

You’re not sure if it is because of the mind-blowing orgasm you’ve just experienced or if it’s because of Jeno. The tall man is trying to calm himself down, but you can see his chest rapidly moving up and down.

You lay next to each other for a few minutes, neither of you saying anything. It’s a weird feeling really, you’re used to cuddles after sex, or long talks about the universe, but not this. Suddenly, Jeno turns to you, his hair messy, eyes dark and focused.

“I think you should leave now.”

You wonder what to do next, whether you should plead with him or just simply walk away. The truth is, it’s a bit too late to be walking around alone. But you figure you can just call an Uber and explain to Jaemin what happened later.

Well, maybe not everything.

You get up from the bed slowly, not saying a word to Jeno, before putting your clothes back on. You’re almost at the door when you hear Jeno murmur “say hi to Jae for me.”

Your ears perk up. “Say hi to who?”

“Jaehyun? The dude you fucked at the frat party like two months ago, you know, when we were still talking?”

You couldn’t be more confused. “Who the fuck is Jaehyun?”

Jeno looks at you, a visible puzzled expression on his face. “Then why would he tell me you guys fucked? He said you were there and he let you suck his dick in the bathroom and then you let him fuck you in the guest bedroom!”

“Jeno, I don’t know what has gotten into you, but I don’t know anyone named Jaehyun. And any parties I’ve ever been to I have always been by Jaemin’s side. You can literally ask him, he’s your friend too, you know?”

Jeno gets up from the bed as well. “But then- but he-”

A lightbulb pops up above your head. “Wait a minute, you mean to tell me that you stopped talking to me because some random dude told you I had sex with him?? Do you realize how absolutely insane that is?”

“Wait, no, ___, I-”

“Seriously, Jeno? You couldn’t have asked, I don’t know, me, if was even true?”

Jeno is quiet, and for what feels like the first time, you have the upper hand.

“You know what? I’m done, go fuck yourself Jeno.”

You storm out of the room, Jeno quickly running after you. He catches up with you very quickly, grabbing you by the arm. “___, wait, let me explain myself.”

“No, I don’t think I will actually,” you say, trying to sound as calm as possible. You are thinking of how crazy it is that Jeno is now the naked one while you are fully clothed.

“___, please. I’ve fallen in love with you!”

You stop dead in your tracks now, your heart skipping a beat. “Huh?”

“It’s true, it’s fucking true!” Jeno screams, looking at you but not making eye contact. “I wanted to ask you out on a proper date but then I met Jaehyun and he told me you guys...” he trails off. “I got so mad. Finally I like someone so sweet and hot and- I couldn’t control my anger. I’m so fucking sorry, I wish I could go back and undo what I had done but I can’t.”

“Kiss me.”

Jeno is as confused as ever. “What?”

“You heard me,” you nod. “If you want us to make up, just kiss me.”

Feverishly, he grabs you by your shoulders, pulling you close to him and kissing you. Out of all the kisses you two shared, this one is maybe the most desperate, with Jeno kissing you like you were the last person on Earth, you clutching onto his elbows as you lean into the kiss. “I’m never,” he stops and kisses you again, “making the same mistake,” kiss, “ever again,” kiss.

You break the kiss and look into his wide eyes. “Then does that mean you’re not throwing me out of the apartment?”

Jeno intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling you back towards his room. “Not only are you not leaving, but we’re not leaving my bed until the morning.”

He pauses, seeing you in his room fully clothed and clearly realizes he’s been naked this whole time. “I, um...”

You smile. It’s probably the first time you’ve done so ever since your first encounter earlier. “I guess you shouldn’t be the only one naked here.”

Jeno smiles too, pulling you towards the bed and you both fall on it. “I guess I shouldn’t.”

“Round two?”

“You don’t even have to ask, baby.”

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inawearyworld · 4 months

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free if you truly wish to be: chapter iii

plots are half revealed, and willy "mr accidentally steal yo girl" wonka gets his sorry ass saved by a woman wearing one of those "oh no my husband mysteriously floated away died" robes you see all over pinterest. (now there's a sentence i never thought i'd write.)

2023!wonka x oc, this chapter ~2.5k

i would like to thank mr mathew baynton in that one bts interview for those bits and pieces of fickelgruber analysis that will totally now be used here. and also for being generally wonderful. thanks mat ilysm

also i thought it would be sort of funny for at least someone in this world revolving around chocolate to be lactose intolerant and then of course i had to turn it into something sad and poetic bc of Who I Am As A Person

enjoy!! and thank you for all the support on this fic so far!!

part two fic masterlist part four

She had a lot to think about that night.

Felix hadn’t returned home yet, and she started to worry that the fateful flying chocolates weren’t quite as harmless as advertised. The young man who’d made them, too, was swirling about her mind in a haze of schoolgirl blushes and piercing guilt.

Florence Fickelgruber had chosen her lot when she agreed to take on that name. Who was she to imagine a freer life, one of candy-coated dreams and a clear conscience, of gazes and banter with someone her own age, of running her hand through curls that weren’t slick with expensive gel? Who was she to foolishly wish for anything different, when so many people were counting on her?

She missed her home, her family, and it hadn’t been lost on her that Felix had never told her about his own background. Their wedding was attended mainly by those surrounding the Fickelgruber business, as well as another flood of press. She’d had to blink so much that day, unused to being in front of cameras after a youth spent on the stage, but her new husband had preened next to her as if this focus on appearance was where he felt most at home. She remembered the crowd’s polite cheers fading in her mind as he had slowly lifted her chin while she accepted a forkful of the most extraordinarily decadent chocolate cake.

For that day, she had allowed the feeling of his hand on her face to eclipse that of the too-rich frosting stuck in her throat.

Then he came through the door, humming a jaunty tune, and she blinked, torn out of the memory that she felt an entirely different kind of guilt for indulging in.

“Felix? Darling, where have you been?”

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty auburn head, my songbird. The boy’s finished, absolutely finished. No one will be flying about the Galeries Gourmet if the police have anything to say about it.”

“What-what do you mean?”

“He’s disturbed the peace, made a commotion, even encouraged the-the-the unfortunate to disgrace our sacred sanctuary of chocolate. And the Chief is none too happy about it.”

“Is he?” she said suspiciously, stepping in front of him-because, up until this point, he hadn’t looked her in the eye.

Felix was silent for a moment, cacao eyes darting. His wife’s gaze was strong and unyielding-don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it-but her head tilted innocently to the side, a sort of plausible deniability.

A sort of protection.

“Yes,” he breathed with a curt nod, and took her hands in his. “I promise you, it was a solemn thing.”

“Then what were you singing as you came in?”

The chocolatier blinked again, falling into an absolutely done sort of expression, and Florence’s head tilted to the other side.

“You’ve had another musical number without me.”

“I’m terribly sorry, pet.”

“You know you can’t hide from me, Felix,” she said, something that would have been playfully teasing but held an edge of desperation that he refused to pick up on.

“It of course wasn’t the same without you,” he drawled in that ever-dramatic way, bringing her into their living room. “We’ll make it up now. Dance with me, Florence.”

He snapped his fingers, and some unseen yet attentive servant placed a needle on a record. A crooning melody started to crackle and bounce across the high golden ceilings, and Felix spun his wife into him, twirling her about with a smirk that she could only imagine to be the result of a monopoly saved.

She swayed to and fro in his arms, trying desperately to sink into the music, unable to focus on anything but the wrenching pull of her battling guilts.

Florence spent much of the next day in a state of ping-ponging worry. She’d looked intently out of the mansion’s sprawling windows over the town square, wondering whether her forbidden new friend had taken her advice.

“Just…don’t give up.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

And who knows what they’ll do to him now?

The hours had passed in a blur, and then she was laid limp, unable to sleep, and mentally exhausted, next to her husband and his piccolo snore.

She had screwed her eyes shut and burrowed into him, trying to force herself to feel as secure as she did two years ago; then, the slight sound of a little girl’s singing voice lifted itself into her consciousness, followed by the blare of a police car.

Puzzled, Florence carefully got out of bed and went to the window once more. The girl she’d heard was the one with the sweet smile that she’d seen in the Galeria yesterday, and Willy Wonka was next to her, warning her to run. The Chief of Police and Officer Affable faced them, but this wasn’t to last-the former seemed to tell the latter to leave, and the latter obeyed.

It wasn’t as if a switch flipped at that moment.

More like…

An extinguished candle was finally relit.

Before she could overthink herself into inaction, Wren was grabbing her robe and slippers and bolting downstairs, the snore that echoed after her serving as reassurance that she wouldn’t be found out. In her haste, she had the passing realization that this would be the first time she’d leave the house with her hair down and uncoiffed in over two years.

Through this rush, she heard the plunge of something in the town square’s fountain along with the shouts of the Chief, and she ran faster, throwing open the door just in time to see him about to club a drenched Willy over the head.

“OFFICER!”

Both men turned to her in an instant. She let out the breath she’d been holding since first hearing the girl’s voice, rolled her shoulders back, dropped into the character she’d played for the past two years, and stepped forward.

“What on earth is going on?”

They stared, each with a different kind of shock, as she walked toward the fountain. The Chief returned his nightstick to its holster.

“Mrs. Fickelgruber,” he stammered, “I thought you would have thought-well, I guess he didn’t tell-you aren’t-”

“No, I’m not thrilled about you clobbering this poor young man in the middle of the night,” she said, placing a hand on Willy’s shoulder. He looked at her, still touched with the fear of the past minutes but now grateful, and she tried not to be struck by the freckles she saw behind his water-plastered curls.

“Who said anything about clobbering?” the Chief laughed somewhat nervously. “We were just having a chat. An impactful, memorable chat. Right, Mr. Wonka?”

Willy dragged his eyes to him and held them there, a bit speechless.

What was probably three seconds but felt like an eternity of strange silence passed.

“Memorable indeed.”

“Right, then,” the Chief said. “You’ll do good to continue to remember it. Goodnight, Mrs. Fickelgruber.”

With that, he entered his car and drove away, his tail lights fading in the distance as the remaining pair stood, a little shell-shocked, her hand still on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said after a while, his gaze still trailing the receding police car.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, giving his shoulder an awkward pat, which made her realize just how cold he was due to the impromptu fountain bath. “Oh, God, you’re freezing. Let me…”

As he turned towards her, she looked up, trying to see through her window in the dark. She could barely make out the shape of a sound-asleep Felix, still in bed.

“Come to the office, I’ve got the key. There’s a fireplace there; you can stay as long as you need to to warm up.”

“Are you sure?”

His eyes moved up the same way, then back to her, and she shook her head as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Of course.”

“Do you want anything to drink? Water, tea? Hot chocolate?”

She hadn’t turned on most of the lights so as not to draw attention, but she’d started a beautiful fire, which Willy sat by in a plush emerald-green chair. She’d rattled off the drinks on habit, but she turned to him upon saying the third, sharing his smile.

“The last one, please. But I’ll make it.”

“No, you need to rest-”

“I insist,” he said, moving to join her by the small bar in the office and searching through ingredients. “Unless that’s some sort of corporate sacrilege.”

“Making chocolate in enemy territory?”

He took a small jar of powder from his sleeve and shook it into two mugs, considering this, and his smile faltered a bit.

“Is it really that bad?” he asked. “That they’d…that they’d send the police after me? That business rivalry is thought of like a war?”

She pursed her lips and nodded solemnly.

“They…feel threatened,” she said slowly, “and, despite how professional they seem, they can’t be mature or rational about it. Apparently, you really do have the best chocolate in town.”

He neither confirmed nor denied, but gave half of a smile as he looked down at the drinks he was stirring.

“And I, for one, am quite looking forward to trying it.”

“Here, then,” he said, pulling something out of a coat pocket that had managed to escape the frozen flush. “Nothing too dangerous about this one. Just some good old Wonka magic.”

He opened his hand to her, revealing a small, wrapped treat, and she sighed.

“I’d love to, but I really shouldn’t. Not even the drinks.”

“Why not?” came the stunned reply, and she nearly laughed at just how sweetly scandalized the boy seemed to be at the idea of anyone denying themselves that pleasure.

“Milk has never really…agreed with me. Bad for the throat, and I’m a singer besides, as you know-I mean, I-well, it’s just…”

PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.

“I shouldn’t.”

He took a moment, and she watched his eyes widen as he processed the shocking injustice of being genetically predisposed against chocolate.

“Does your husband know about this?”

“He does, but he doesn’t care. Says I’ll ‘grow out of it with time’, which I haven’t.”

“So he’s…”

“Essentially poisoning me, yes.”

They laughed a little, because, surrounded by echoes of Fickelgruber’s power, it was the only thing they could do.

Willy stared at the table for a moment, then pulled another vial, this one containing a liquid, from yet another pocket.

“Lucky for you, then, I’ve got milk made from the product of the finest almond trees on the islands of Seychelles,” he said as he deftly poured the liquid into her glass. “Guaranteed to go down sweetly, both on the taste buds and after.”

“...Thank you,” she murmured, touched by the gesture.

With a final flick of the wrist, he deemed the hot chocolate finished, and they each carried their mug to the fire.

“Wren,” he said thoughtfully as they sat down.

“Hm?”

She was instinctively flooded with warmth in the same way she was yesterday, though whether it was due to the stunningly perfect cocoa or hearing her name in his voice she wasn’t sure.

“Is it a nickname? Songbird, right?”

She saw in the fireglow that his face darkened a bit upon the memory of how Felix had always referred to her in the press, taking that potentially sweet title and spinning it in an almost dehumanizing manner. So someone did notice.

“Well…sort of. That was what my parents intended. They say a wren sang when I was born, so they gave me that name, and I loved it. But Felix assumed it was a nickname and suggested I should expand it; to sound more sophisticated in my performances, he said, but I knew half the reason was to fit with the alliteration. He’s always valued aesthetics above anything else.”

They were silent for a while, and the massive painting seemed to stare down at them, making the Fickelgrubers look almost menacing in the fireglow.

“That’s you?”

A moment passed.

“No. No, that’s not really me.”

Her voice was quiet, but decisive. Willy looked at her, really looked at her, and she felt more seen than she had in years.

“I want to help you,” she said.

“Hm?”

His head tilted to the side, a little stunned, and she nearly giggled as his now-drying curls flopped in front of his face.

How could anyone want to hurt him?

“I don’t know exactly what Felix and the rest have planned against you, but I know there’s something. He never really tells me anything, but I’ll…I’ll try to find out what I can, to distract him when needed. I don’t want you to be alone in this.”

“I’m not,” he said. “The others where I’m staying right now, we’re all in a rather precarious situation together, and I’ve got a few ideas, but…”

She watched the wheels turn in his mind, and after a few moments, he looked back up at her, for once lost for words.

“But thank you. Again. I’d…I appreciate it.”

“Thank you. For bringing some much-needed heart into this place.”

“I think you’ve done that rather well yourself.”

This was news to her often-guilt-wracked brain.

“...Really?”

“Well, of course. You clearly care, Wren…you’re kind, you’re poetic and talented, and far smarter than it seems they give you credit for. It’s in your eyes, too, I think. You can always tell the truth by a person’s eyes.”

Her heart had nearly stopped.

Somehow, though, she could tell that he was unaware of the full effect he had on her.

“Mr. Wonka-ah, Willy, I mean…”

“Forgive me if-I didn’t intend to-”

The clocks around the city chimed the hour, interrupting the two just as they had the day before, and the young man’s expression went from its dazed dawning to a startled realization.

“They’ll need me. Back where I’m staying, I mean.”

“Of-of course,” she said a bit awkwardly as they both stood up.

His hair had dried by now, falling in perfectly imperfect swoops around his face. He’d undone his necktie to keep its cold away from his neck, and his jacket was folded over his arm, and he was looking at her as if he hadn’t had a conversation quite like that with someone in a very, very long time.

And neither had I.

Or…ever, I suppose.

Until now.

“Thank you. Again.”

“You’re welcome. Again.”

She took a breath, let it out, and folded him into a hug, which he returned in an instant.

After two years of jutting angles and sharply possessive grasps, it was remarkable to simply, softly, hold and be held.

They bid a last goodnight before parting ways, and as she took her time walking back to the mansion, the moon seemed brighter than ever before.

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okay so i have thought about this for awhile, (i don’t know if you have already talked about this) but which eddie’s have piercings, and if they have any, which ones? (a little bonus if you add which piercings reader has too🤭 do they match with their eddie’s? do they have any at all?)

i’m just so curious, because i have some piercings and i wanted to know if i had the same ones as the eddie’s or reader ;)

oooohhhhh I love this. I don't think I've answered this before tbh. so this will be fun!

so older!eddie I think would have an ear piercing. used to have a lip ring wayyyy back in the day, but brielle as a baby ripped it out once and he was like fuck that and let it grow up. you can't even really see it bc of his scruff.

bunny has her ears, probably cartilage I feel like, and I think she'd have a belly button piercing she got on spring break in college lol.

mafia!eddie I honestly don't see him having any piercings like it just doesn't seem his vibe idk.

I think kitten would have her ears and that's about it. they're kinda boring lol.

bouncer!eddie that mf for sure has a tongue piercing. like you just know he does. initially got it bc he thought it looked cool and then found out it felt good so he has one. probably a nose ring or an eye brow ring I can't decide which one's more his vibe.

bartender!reader def has her nips pierced lol. has a nose ring too on the side (I'm not a piercing expert plz don't yell at me) that's like a small stud.

janitor!eddie had his ears pierced but let them close. used to have a nose piercing that jeff's sister did, and it got severely infected so he had to take it out.

teacher!reader also used to have a nose piercing but they did it wrong lmao so it was like stuck out really weird on the side of her nose and she let it heal up. they bond over it.

cowboy!eddie doesn't have any piercings mainly bc he's scared they'd get ripped out with all the shit he does.

however, sweet girl like... why do I feel like she'd have nipple piercings???? like it's totally unexpected and she's like "yeah I got them done one night with my friend lol we just felt like it!" and it shocks the hell out of him. either nipple piercing or she def has a tramp stamp. one or the other lol.

rockstar!eddie has his nipples pierced for fucking sure. also has a lip ring, nose ring, tongue piercing, ears pierced, and has a scrotum piercing for fucking sure. like he's the most pierced.

nepo baby was never allowed to have anything other than her ears pierced but she got her belly button pierced with eddie (as like an act of rebellion type fuck you to her parents lol. it was small but like it was big to her).

modern!eddie has a nose ring 10000%. I feel more septum with him but somewhere on the nose. went through an emo ass scene phase in middle school/ early high school and had snake bites that he did himself lmao. they looked so bad and it took him a while to realize that bc they were so uneven so he took them out. got a hafada piercing bc it was supposed to feel really good (and it does to him lol)

mean girl's got a nose ring, and like so many ear piercings. like she's got the orbital, industrial, tragus, and like them all ok. she's just got that vibe. she's also got nipple piercings and she got them while she was with eddie and he couldn't touch her boobs for weeks and it drove him absolutely insane, and when they finally healed enough to touch he was ravenous.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks

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Okay, I want to say what I speculate what happens with Marinette, Alya, and Lila in the game.

I imagine Alya to be the MVP throughout the trial because she is someone who does research, someone who analyzes and thinks down-to-earth, someone who has the skills to investigate and piece together the puzzle. It just feels close to her character’s skills.

While I no doubt believe Marinette would be the main protagonist if this were the series, she kind of wouldn’t be good when it comes to finding the culprits. She’s emotionally-driven, following her heart, and she sees the best in people. And most of the culprits are her friends (Zoé, Nathaniel, Kagami, I’m not sure if Sabrina counts tho but it’s a maybe). She would kind of believe it was Chloé who did it (honestly I imagine the first trial would have everyone suspecting Chloé bc she’s still a 🐩 and probably be one of the only malicious of the class-unless you count Sabrina and “Adrien” if they act just as kind of bad-only to later reveal it was her sister Zoé). I don’t know if that would be in-character, but I’m just speculating how Marinette would act in the first trial. She saw one of her closest friends is dead, she subconsciously knows one of her friends could very well be the murderer, someone who committed an unforgivable action. She would just be a mess, and I would not blame her whatsoever.

(I’m also speculating if Marinette doesn’t have her memories of being the heroine Ladybug, because if anyone knew about Hawk Moth and the Miraculous, they would immediately figure out that he was the one behind it-I mean, they wouldn’t even be wrong. But that’s just a speculation).

But that doesn’t mean Marinette wouldn’t be useless in the trial. She is someone who is creative, who thinks outside the box, and would very well figure out how the murders happened (since Danganronpa has these murders be complicated and creative, which is completely up Marinette’s alley). Plus, I think it would be a cool character arc for Marinette to grow more confident, and learn to embrace both her heart and her mind (kind of like embracing both Marinette and Ladybug subconsciously) to become the Ultimate Hope.

It would make Marinette’s and Alya’s dynamic more interesting and a great duo (the heart and the mind) who can overcome the trial together (with the other classmates’ help too of course).

Then Lila comes to ruin everything.

From what you said about the culprits, their motivations for murder are mainly emotionally-driven. Again, I’m gonna speculate here on the murders’ motives, I could be wrong and apologize for that: Zoé could have accidentally killed Juleka when she was trying to get someone else like the mastermind (since you mentioned her trial would be like Kaede’s), Nathaniel probably killed Luka out of panic or self-defense since you mentioned Luka would confront him kind of aggressively I believe (it also could explain why Marc tries to defend Nathaniel since he didn’t intend to kill Luka to begin with), Chloé and Sabrina (I don’t know which one did the kill) is very obvious on why they would target Marinette and Rose just ends up being unintentional casualty that took the kill meant for Marinette, Sabrina I honestly believe may have either snapped or just accidentally killed Chloé out of an emotional breakdown (since I honestly would see Chloé blaming Sabrina for getting the wrong target and getting so hostile and verbally abusive) and probably be in so much shock she just runs away allowing time for everyone to find the bodies, Kagami, again, would no doubt just kill herself for her friends. Basically, all the culprits were driven emotionally and weren’t exactly good on keeping stable in order to make sure they escape and actually get away with their crimes.

Lila isn’t like that. I see her as someone who would be self-preserving (someone who wants out of the game period regardless of the motive) and has been planning a murder since day one. She would be calculating and planning on how to actually get away with her murder, observe how the others failed, and then come up with a complex plan. Starting with the victim: Alya. She is someone who can figure out who the culprit is, who figured out who done the crimes, and is the MVP of the trial. Take her out, and the trial would be easier for the blackened. Plus, Marinette would become emotionally unstable because her best friend, who no doubt would help keep her grounded with all the murders and the stress, is gone, and would very much struggle to point fingers since the remaining people are her friends (that is if she is friends with Lila to begin with during the game, but it would actually be interesting if she did figured out Lila was bad news and realize she may have been the one who killed Alya; it would also be a callback to the show when her friends would kind of take Lila’s side over Marinette’s).

It would also be a great character turning point for Marinette. She has to stand on her own now, has to carry the trial herself, and take all she learned to save herself and her friends from the conniving, two-faced liar. To slowly and surely start becoming the Ultimate Hope.

These are all just speculations and ideas though. I probably gotten a little bias or maybe got some characterizations wrong, I’m sorry, but I really wanted to share how I think what your Miraculous Danganronpa would play out. Also, this got a lot longer than I thought it would, sorry, I just wanted to get as much details and explanations in as possible.

Oh my gosh this is spot on!

Mostly I set up the trials (the blackened and the victims) based on my gut instincts originally. To me it just felt right that Lila would go after Alya because she was the person that Marinette relied on the most to solve the cases. Without Alya, it would be easier to target Marinette and get out alive. Lila wouldn’t care at all if everyone else dies as long as she lives.

Im sure Marinette would still be shaken up from Kagami’s trial in ch 4 (now that I think of it so would Felix), so Alya’s trial would be especially difficult for her in ch. 5. Marinette will really have to hold her ground and rely on her brains and heart to get through it all. I think that maybe Marinette gets out of the trial alive due to some intervention from Adrien (the mastermind), since even in his mind controlled state he still cares deeply for Marinette. Maybe they declare Marinette as the blackened like they did with Makoto in D1, but she is saved last minute by him, idk. I’ll have to think that part over more. I would like to keep Marinette being falsely accused and “executed” to call back to the show where Lila gets Marinette thrown out of school with her lies. Idk, what do you guys think?

As for the first trial, Marinette would definitely be blaming Chloe, only for Alya to reel her in and redirect her towards the actual culprit by using logic and clues. I’m sure we would also get some (limited) help from Felix posing as “Adrien” in this trial as well.

#miraculous danganronpa #i love reading long asks don’t worry about it #it’s always cool to read about people’s thoughts #ask

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pink-strawberry-kissess · 11 months

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I know they had a white face model (Ty Brenneman) for Ada in 6 (idk if it’s because I’m Asian but and it’s so painfully obvious to me despite Capcom trying to adjust the features, I’ve seen others say she looks Asian to them and I don’t know how bc all I see is a white woman lol personally that always prevents me from ranking re6 Ada too high against her other versions) so I don’t think the face capture was necessarily to be modeled after the VA, maybe the face capture was mainly for the lip and facial capture while she recorded her lines so it was easier for the devs to put into the game? Though I have seen people say Capcom tries to hire the VAs these days to match face shape/features of their face model, but not sure how true that is.

For Damnation I don’t think that was done since Jolene Andersen was the mocap for the Damnation and she also did the body and face mocap separately while Courtney Taylor provided the VA separately. Jolene talks about it in one of her interviews on YT but can’t remember exactly which one, the crimson head one I think. (I think in the same interview, super insightful overall, she even shines light in the scene where Leon comes to save her and she says “I can’t get it out”, while quick & short, was super vulnerable for Ada to even say in front of Leon that the director made them run through that scene many times in different ways to get it emotionally correct!) From what I also remember, she found out and went to the audition on her own, but does think that when Capcom saw that she had previous experience doing the mocap for Ada in Damnation it could’ve helped land her the role in RE2R. The face shapes of Damnation and RE2R are so different so that’s why I’m kinda doubtful that the VAs/mocappers are at all referenced.

yes so i have a bit of information about this because it was a hyperfixation for a while

so yes, generally when you have a mocap artist and a face model, you need that person to have similar enough face features as you're essentially "painting," the face model onto the mocap model. this is why generally some larger games will tend to hire actors to do the mocap work as well as it's much easier to paint a face that is the exact same as the mocap model.

this is also why games like detroit become human (regardless of what you think of the plot lol) is graphically amazing. the faces match the mocap actors because they ARE the face models. this isn't always necessarily done as we clearly know, but having the same for both always makes the realism better as the mouth and facial movements are the same.

in the case of leon and re4r, it's likely that the face model (who we don't name because he generally left the internet because of how the resident evil fans were harassing him) was used for re2r leon and was slightly altered as he's not super similar to his face model. (i'm taking slight alterations to his features, and his body are not similar at all.) leon in re4r seems to have aged, but i do wonder if they opted some of nick apostolides' features to allow more smooth animations

the one thing i've noticed is that the mocap actors for ada have been consistently much taller than her canon height which is usually described to be 5'7. jolene and lily both tower over nick (Leon's mocap/va) and Nick was even unsure of the fact that he would get the role as he was potentially too short to play the role of Leon.

This makes me think that they had to drastically size down Ada for their scenes together.

(Though I have seen people say Capcom tries to hire the VAs these days to match face shape/features of their face model, but not sure how true that is.) This is absolutely true as a potential reason why certain actors are hired. But it's not always necessarily the case.

I still have a special place in my heart for re6 ada, but i agree because of her face model being predominantly white features, i can't rank it super high.

yes i believe because jolene had already done stunt work and mocap work, it helped to secure her role as ada in re2r.

(The face shapes of Damnation and RE2R are so different so that’s why I’m kinda doubtful that the VAs/mocappers are at all referenced.) It's likely that the technology used is also more advance at this point. i would argue that yes the models are vastly different, (mostly the shape of Ada's face and general height of her head, and the eye shapes.) but overall, it wouldn't be super difficult to replace her face with the model. it would if they had a different jaw, lip structure and it would've impeded the ability to have a consistent facial movement between the two, but they're not that different to ruin the mocap > face model.

The only one that we can confirm is that re6 Ada's face was partially modelled after Courtnenay as she states here. Everything else is speculation and assumptions based on the mocap industry and how it works as a whole.

#ask heart #heart answers #anon #courtenay taylor #jolene anderson #ada wong #mocap #damnation #re damnation #residetnt evil #detroit: bh

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lottiecrabie · 1 year

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Let's discuss families 🙏🏻

On Matty's side, his parents would love girlie cus she's really nice, my girl is educated, obvs has good grades in school and most important brings the best of his emo teen and she loves him. I'd like to think that Matty has a decent to good relationship with his parents, I feel like he'd ask for advice if he feels like something it's not going well in his relationship with girlie

On girlie's side, that household feels like living hell, no wonder why girlie has mommy issues😭 I feel like she's close to his father, maybe she has enough trust to talk to her dad about certain things, like relationships at her age and she has a little interest outside of church an blabla, maybe it's a secret between both. I feel like he's more chill than his wife. On the other side, her mom freaks out easily and has zero chill, she'd be like 'i just want the best to my girl, that's why I'm very strict w/her's but this restrictions only work to turn your kid into 'the black sheep' of the family. She'd have a heart attack if my girl is dating someone outside of church (Matty) and would take her to the confessionary every week😭

This little rant was linger than I expected 😫

i think matty has a decent relationship with his family that is a bit more strained rn as he’s deep in his teen angst. it’s pretty normal for teenagers to distance themselves from their family and go through the whole no one understands me😫😫 phase and, on top of that, i think he’d resent being moved to the us, meaning he’s not on the best terms with them at the very moment. although, there is genuine love between them and he knows they’re there for him if he needs it.

i don’t think he would talk to them much about his personal life. when reader and him officially start dating, she would make sure to present herself officially to his parents (and not just be the girl that’s sneaking out of his room in the early morning😭) and that’s the only reason they know he’s seeing someone. they would 100% love her bc she’s, as you said, sort of this ‘perfect’ good girl they Never expected matty to go for, but also because she mellows out his most intense personality traits, mainly his ‘fuck everyone nothing matters’ teen angst. and she genuinely seems to make him happy. his parents would Love telling all sorts of embarrassing stories about him to her.

on her side, it’s obviously completely different. i’ve made it pretty clear that she has mommy issues as her mother is a very domineering, controlling woman. she’s a nagger who’s obsessed with apparences and constantly nitpicks at reader’s every doing. i think her dad is just as strict but in much more quiet, sober way. he’s very much an enabler. i tried to mimic the stereotypical family dynamics were the dad is barely involved and only comes in to have the last word, generally agreeing with whatever the wife said. ofc, it’s hard to show family dynamics when most of the fic is straight porn so i’m very aware it doesn’t much show! the one moment i managed to sneak in is when the mother says she doesn’t where reader’s dirtiness came from and he basically just answers ‘not me!’ (it’s interesting to me to learn how you see her father bc while writing pfms3 i was like…. damn did i make him too nice.. i really didn’t want to blame all the family issues on her mother)

anyway they would obviously pop a blood vessel and faint when they find out she’s dating matty. like he’s Everything they’re against and don’t want for her. it would create many many fights inside the house (obviously always keeping this smiling, mindlessly happy front outside). just screaming at her to break up, that he’s no good, that they’re Not allowing her to date, that she’s grounded, that they’re immensely disappointed in her, that it’s not the little girl they raised, etc etc. they would rly try to break them up and get even More appalled when, bc of their even stricter rules, reader starts sneaking around and doing more forbidden things (ie. drinking, smoking, partying, etc.) i see reader as absolutely Not backing down, even going as far as refusing to go to church if they don’t stop threatening her. it’s an extremely messy, imploding family affair. you know the whoooole town is whispering about it behind their back

i think the conflict would get resolved by her straight up just moving out for college. they can’t control her from a distance and the longer matty sticks around, the more they’re forced to accept he will just Be There and he’s a permanent fixture. they slowly chill even though they Never fully warm up to him and always have some clear disdain, no matter how long they’ve been together or how successful he is. they know how to hold a grudge!

#girlie will forever have family issues unfortunately for my girl:/#pray for my soul #ask

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whoredmode · 6 months

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What is Dex's relationship like with Kiki, Viola, and Oleg? And what is Oleg's relationship like with the DeWynter twins?

Does Kiki still die in your rewrite? If she does, how does her death affect Dex? How did Loren's death impact Dex?

Does Matt Miller still join the Saints in your rewrite?

ooh fun questions. always happy to answer rewrite stuff

to preface i’ll link a longer post i did explaining the syndicate side of things in the rewrite; some of this is answered in that but i’m happy to talk about it again. also putting a readmore bc this got a bit longer than i thought haha

so kiki and viola had been undercover, rising in the ranks of the syndicate long before dex ever joined ultor. they’re mercenaries hired by ultor to get information on the syndicate and eventually kill loren; i’d say they started their mission around 2005-2006, eventually becoming loren’s right hands around 2009-ish. though dex was made head of security probably around 2008-09, he wasn’t made aware of these sorts of more shadowy, espionage-based missions as his work primarily dealt with stilwater and the surrounding areas (nor do i think dex was that interested (at the time) in ultor’s more international dealings since i hc he was made head of security unwillingly). that isn’t to say he wasn’t aware of who loren was, he just didn’t know that kiki and viola were undercover spies being paid by ultor.

so when dex flees ultor and seeks loren’s protection in late 2011, he just assumed the twins were always part of the syndicate. not to say he isn’t suspicious of them—bc he’s suspicious of everyone at that point—but as far as he knows they’re not going to hurt him. but as we know, their objective changes once eric gryphon, acting as the new CEO and as someone who knew kiki and viola back then due to his work in weapons manufacturing, orders them to kill dex and loren. anyway all that to say, dex’s relationship with the twins is very much just. strictly professional. he’s not looking to get to know them, and to them he’s just another target.

oleg’s an interesting one. lemme link my posts on rewrite oleg (if you’re interested) bc i’ve made his story different than what’s in the game—he’s an assassin from an old crime family that’s been held prisoner and tortured by loren for years. i hc the dynamic between oleg and loren to be a very longstanding one—very personal and filled with extreme mutual hatred. i don’t think loren would ever allow dex to be aware of oleg. he wants to eliminate the possibility of dex even thinking about oleg. i’m sure oleg becomes aware of dex, just through hearing through the walls and whatnot. oleg’s relationship with the twins is similarly bitter, mainly because they likely took part in the torture. perhaps even as an initiation of sorts to become loren’s second-in-commands. after oleg and viola both join the saints they just kinda avoid each other; i think their relationship in the saints plays similarly to how it does in-game. they’re distrustful of each other.

loren’s death didn’t really have much of a personal effect on dex initially, because he just assumed that meant he was finally free of their arrangement and he could leave steelport. now that he knows the saints are there, he wants to leave to avoid seeing them since he believes anteros is gonna kill him. however, killbane won’t let him leave. that whole scene of killbane taking control of the syndicate plays like it does in-game: dex says he’s leaving, as do the twins, but killbane grabs kiki and snaps her neck, warning dex that he’s next if he doesn’t stay right there. killbane only has one dex. kiki’s death scares dex more than anything; he feels bad for viola, but it mostly just gives him a deeper sense of dread. he fears that he’s going to be stuck here forever. however with dex still being stuck in the syndicate, when viola leaves for the saints, she uses dex as a bargaining chip. she can give them all the information she has if they help her kill killbane. without her sister, she has nothing left to truly work for, so she abandons their mission of killing dex.

matt miller does NOT join the saints. he’s way too scared of them. they spare him after johnny beats him within an inch of his life because he also has useful intel, but johnny also shoots him in the foot and they allow him to hide in the penthouse for a few days to heal a bit and give them everything he knows before they send him back to england. he does return in the sriv rewrite, working/studying under asha. asha is leading part of a joint investigation on the philosotology cult and their illegal dealings (Z is originally from the UK so that’s why this concerns them at all), and the saints end up crashing an operation. this is how they cross paths again. asha tells matt not to work with them, but anteros puts a gun to his head later and oops now they’re involved in this too.

#thank you sm for asking! :D #if there’s anything else you wanna know feel free to ask #srtt rewrite tag #ashes to ashes (sriv rewrite)#anon #asks

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So….that MTL got me thinking if you have already done a KH bc where keying decides to be stylist for the day or opens a mini salon in the police station or clinic and everyone decides to let her do whatever to-them just to see her smile idk but it’s and now I’m soft

Oh this shit soft

Now, since the police station really isn’t the place for little girls to play, Keying would absolutely set up shop in Chen Yuzhi’s clinic

Chen Yuzhi, of course, would instruct her to only do things to people who were okay with her doing stuff to her hair and Keying knows, Chen Yuzhi taught her about consent

But Chen Yuzhi’s patients are so nice and kind that when they hear what Keying is doing, they’re more than happy to let her do whatever she wants while they wait

The “mini salon” is especially great with Chen Yuzhi’s younger patients because she can distract them whenever he has to do check-ups on their parents or other patients with doing their hair or doing crafts with them, like making bracelets or playing cat’s cradle or other games

She also distracts them and keeps them calm whenever Chen Yuzhi has to do something “scary” like give them shots

Sometimes, when Chen Yuzhi isn’t busy and there aren’t any patients, Keying will put pretty little flower clips or bows in his hair and will coo at how “cute” her gege is

Chen Yuzhi always just smiles and just allows her to put whatever she wants in his hair because 1) he likes seeing her happy and 2) she’s a child, she’s allowed to have some fun

Whenever Jiang Yuelou drops by, he is also subjected to Keying’s “pampering”, which he’s not particularly fond of, but it’s Keying and he can’t really say no to her

While she doesn’t put flower clips or bows in his hair (his hair is just a bit too short), she does have a plastic crown that she places on his hair and declares that he’s a prince

She and Chen Yuzhi will then bow to him and Jiang Yuelou just laughs; his family really is too cute

When he has to go back to work, he’ll place the crown on Keying’s head and call her his “princess” before he hugs her goodbye (he also gives Chen Yuzhi a kiss goodbye; he can’t forget about his doctor)

Back at the station, when he puts his hands in his pockets, he feels something in one of them so he pulls out his hand and opens it to find a little flower clip that Keying must have slipped into his pocket when they hugged goodbye

He smiles at the flower clip and carefully places it in a dish on his desk that is actually filled with little flower clips that Keying has snuck into his pocket every time he goes to visit Chen Yuzhi’s clinic

Sometimes, when Song Rong and Sun Yongren stop by the clinic, Song Rong allows Keying to tie his undercut in a ponytail with a rubber band with a little bow on it and for Sun Yongren, she pins little clips with bows on it to his jacket or the collar of his shirt (since he has no hair)

She also sends back little clips for Jin Dacheng with Song Rong and Sun Yongren and when he receives them, Jin Dacheng “loudly” protests within other officer’s earshot that he would never wear such “girly” things and once they pass, he thanks Song Rong and Sun Yongren and reminds himself to tell Jiang Yuelou to tell Keying thank you

Jiang Yuelou has definitely caught Jin Dacheng wearing Keying’s clips whenever he passes by his office, mainly because his bangs are long and in the way (that’s what he told Jiang Yuelou the first time Jiang Yuelou caught him wearing one of the clips), but Jiang Yuelou doesn’t judge

Also at some point, all the officers have either little clips, little bows, or little pins from Keying and while many of them don’t wear them, they keep them on them at all times, like little good luck charms

And at home, Xiao Bai is definitely Keying’s favorite person to work on because he’s so chill that he’ll let her get away with anything (within reason, of course)

Most of the times it’s just a little bow on the top of his head or around the tip of his tail, nothing too crazy

Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi think it’s the cutest thing ever

#sass answers #han edition #Killer and Healer #jiang yuelou #chen yuzhi #keying #killer and healer headcanons

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minthe-lover · 2 years

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Yknow that’s also an issue bc TGOEM, at least to Persephone, was framed as a good thing! She was happy! She had friends! She was able to go to school like she wanted to for so long! These were women who, especially in ancient times, were defined not by motherhood or marriage, but by what they chose their lives to be for themselves. That their bodies and lives aren’t up for the uses of men and others, it’s for THEM. It really any wonder so many modern day feminists hold goddesses like Athena and Artemis up over the rest? I’m not saying it’s fair to the other, more traditionally feminine goddesses who did want and had marriage and kids, but certainly can see the logic in it. It is an incredible thing a deeply sexist society like even Ancient Greece held up women (and men!) who went against their own societal norms in high regard! This especially is powerful in a modern sense, because we still have these societal expectations of women HAVING to get married and have kids, so there’s great power in still showing girls and women, hey, you DON’T have to do that, you can just focus on your life, your education, your career, you can choose to keep your body for yourself, and anyone who tells you differently can go to hell. That’s a strong, powerful message, especially as so many rights for AFAB people are stripped away as we speak. It’s important to tell them they are people at the end of the day with their own wants and dreams and desires, and they should not be bound to what either expect of them. Their choice is their own, and no one else should be able to define it for them.

But then Rachel just … agrees with the oppression. She agrees it’s stupid for women to abstain from sex and you’re a backwards prude if you do (especially if you abstain from MEN, don’t forget how she framed Hestia as crazy for not wanting to be Hades’ always sexually available wife) and even worse, a hypocrite because they’re having sex anyway! That’s cool, frame both asexuality as a lie AND make queer people a bunch of hypocritical liars who should be hated and not trusted. Very cool in this literally heteronormative color coded universe, love that! She quite literally makes it a major plot point that Persephone being in a situation where her not getting married to the first guy she meets and having a ton of babies for him is the worst possible outcome. It’s literally her only goal to marry him and have his kids. That’s it. She was set up to be happy for herself and finally getting the education she wanted and Rachel went pfft, no, who cares about that when you could be his arm candy and giving him a bunch of sons? That’s what you REALLY want! That’s not to say women can’t choice and want to be wives and mothers, but Rachel doesn’t allow this sense of choice to happen, especially seen in the maidens. Rachel doesn’t allow how women (or anyone really) to have their own wants and desires, it all goes back to that status quo she’s all for, where everyone is paired/married off and the straight ones can have lots and lots of babies. Persephone was framed as wanting the exact opposite, but now totally wants it after only knowing Hades for a few weeks? Are you joking?

The education plot line has been completely dropped, and even as the story descends into a Kronos plot line no one wants, Persephone still only cares about finding Hades. It’s shocking how RS keeps digging herself more and more into a deeply troubling, conservative hole but doesn’t seem to notice.

And yes, I know the “if she were a man” point is kinda moot considering other writers like EL James exist, but we do have to question why women like Rachel are so obsessed with Persephone (and women in general) only being defined by marriage to a man and bearing him sons and even that their own worth is only in their fertility (totally not bad timing considering her audience is mainly in America and Roe v Wade was just overturned), and them wanting a life for their own that isn’t for the consumption of a male’s sexual needs and children is somehow the worst ending possible and even the actual oppression (in the case of TGOEM). It’s just very bizarre how Rachel is convinced she’s written some feminist masterpiece here when conservative men, once they got past the fact a woman wrote it, would agree with everything in it.

I can't put it better anon.

It's a problem alot of "feminist" media fall into, by labeling one way of life evil, terrible and manupulative.

On one hand you get something like lore olympus, where abstaining from sex is framed as terrible and controlling. That along with the fact most of them aren't abstaining from sex, and the one character, Artemis, who is still aroace is written to be loud, annoying, and unable to see persephone suffering.

I can see what rs is trying to do, cause there is a large shaming of women who are sexual or interesting in sex but when she combines that message with alot of shaming of women who do not wish to have sex, and a framing of marriage and children as a natural progression of this that it gets bad.

Though the opposite is true in alot of feminist media to, cause alot of it falls into the terf/radfem logic of that all sex is evil and abusive especially sex with men. Which again isn't true. Kinks aren't a terrible horrible abusive thing, sex work is work and whole yes it can be abusing so can any other job.

In the end these stories shouldn't be routing for only one or the another. Cause all choices are okay, there is no morality to apply to peoples sexuality. As long as it's consensual it's okay, it doesn't matter if it's not have any sex ever, or having a ton of sex, or just having children.

All are right choices for some people, and people with different ideas aren't bad. Afab just shouldn't be defined by their sexuality in anyway shape or form.

#anti lo #lo critical

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hello! 💕

hi! wow i’m so!! excited to be here, this muse has been eating my brain for a long time but i finally have the time and energy to actually apply, so here we are now 💓 i’ll be getting back to any messages asap, but i figure i should introduce myself properly here too. i’m carly! (she/her, 25) and i’ve been in krp forever so i’m sure i know some of you already, so if you think we’ve met before feel free to say hi to me i’d be happy to catch up 😊 regardless, i’m really excited to get to know everyone and their muses, and to get writing, so please like this post if you’d like to plot and i will run into your arms. i tend to plot best through tumblr ims actually, but i’m also @YURlLECLERC on twitter so feel free to follow me there even if u just want to chat or witness my unhinged ramblings.

onto joomi now, aka guy whose quote on his app should’ve been “stop it. get some help.” he has an about page here, which has just about all the info you could want to know about him, but i’ll ramble about him some and try my hand at some plot ideas under the cut too! even though it’ll be repetitive if u look at the about page it’ll be fun

u see that gif icon? yeah that’s joomi like. 1% of the time. i don’t actually know how he settled on jeongin as his face bc he’s not nearly as cute and happy but it be like that sometimes. maybe one day

he’s an ‘02 liner, but early ‘02 (january 9th) and he’s very mature for his age

( ABUSE TW ) mainly bc he has been through a lot, namely just...a cycle of abuse. his mom had/has a lot of issues and got divorced and married three different times so far, to a shitty man each time, who were all abusive in their own ways (aside from one who was just a Regular Old Asshole)

he was also in an abusive relationship himself unfortunately ( END TW )

he managed to escape the toxic wasteland of his life in busan to seoul last year when he got into snu

except he didn’t actually go to snu, he lied to everyone, broke up with his boyfriend, moved, and decided he was too much of a fucking mess and that he needed to work on himself first or else he was just going to absolutely crumble

so he started picking up a bunch of part time jobs + his occasional allowance from his family (who was never poor, luckily) and started going to therapy

he works as a waiter and at lotte world and then kinda makes money doing other random jobs. namely ghostwriting things for people (essays, mainly)

but he also ghostwrites music for his band that he’s been in for several months now. their lead singer is an asshole and attention whore and joomi just wants to write from his heart and would feel too vulnerable if people knew He wrote the songs, so he lets their lead singer claim the songs he writes. the lead singer also Named the band so yes, the band is named eat schmidt, no, joomi doesn’t know who schmidt is quit asking please

joomi fell back on music a lot as he grew up. he can play guitar and is really good at piano and can pick things up pretty fast. he plays keyboard in the band right now but is confident that he could fill in anywhere (and he wants to be the lead vocalist tbh...but that’s just a distant dream. don’t worry joomi i will give you your band frontman arc.)

honestly i started this intro last night and am picking it up now tonight and i have no memory whatsoever of what i wanted to write but ok

personality-wise, he’s not exactly Prickly, but he is pretty stoic and tends to keep to himself. he’s good at holding conversation tho, especially if it’s about weird deep philosophical shit (best of luck to me writing it) and actually a very caring guy tho he’s Also a tsundere LMAO very sarcastic, but also very wise and pretty good at giving advice. he Likes listening to people and when people open up to him but he tends to offer a lot of unsolicited advice so he may not be the Best listener he would be very upset if he knew this though.

he’s also kinda a bullshit detector, good at seeing through people and kinda cutting to their core (just scorpio moon things) so he Will call people out. all the time. if you’re hurting yourself or other people, that is; if you’re hurting him he usually just takes it and is like ok whatever. he’s working on that in therapy tho so this might change soon enough

tl;dr Band Boy That Is Tired

PLOT IDEAS

fans of eat schmidt. people that hate eat schmidt. generally just people from the band scene. joomi is not that proud to be part of this band but he does love rock music so he also kind of lives for it. he should be able to bond w anyone that vibes w this

also band members would be fun? i Do have intentions to make joomi the lead vocalist of the band in the future if all works out and guitar may be spoken for depending on how things go but!! anyone else!

coworkers! the lotte world job is probably oddly specific but the waiter job is pretty open to be Any restaurant. he will also write y’all’s essays...and can be convinced to do a lot of other odd jobs if bribed, especially if it’s taking care of your cats while you’re away

i would like as many people for joomi to call out as possible. he is not afraid of conflict for the greater good whatsoever so i think it would be so fun to have him fight people <3 feel free to hate him he Does Not Care

alternatively he doesn’t just fight people to be an asshole he Means to be genuinely helping. most of the time. so people he can genuinely help! he will stage interventions he will give u tough love but he also is capable of being gentle, he’s pretty good at tailoring how he acts to what he thinks people need. to some extent

i don’t know how to get joomi to learn how to do anything other than sing and play instruments but if someone can get him interested in that that would be amazing i think he’s currently the most useless muse in the roleplay as far as becoming an idol goes LMAO

he’s totally uninterested in becoming an idol atm, like it’s not even on his radar, so people to put it on his radar would be nice since this is an idol rp SDFSDDGDG not that i would be mad if he doesn’t get signed for years but! u know

neighbors? he has a roommate rn but he’s an asshole and they fight all the time. it may be concerning or u may just want them to shut up or maybe u have no clue and u just see each other around a lot, lots of options here. he will eventually move out but for now 👍

joomi loves writing songs sm that is pretty much his Passion so?? i don’t have ideas related to this but maybe you need a song for something and don’t want to make it yourself? he will ghostwrite u a song and have a blast. fellow composer friends would be fun too but he might get grumpy if he thinks your muse is a better composer than him. that could be fun in itself tho!

honestly this is way more than i usually provide i am way more of a brainstormer so let’s cook up something fun ok <3

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