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amentomensmut · 5 months

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I've never asked for a request before and i dont have clout to write it myself so i thought id ask since i like some of your Mike stuff but

What about something like reader and Mike are friends and he goes to a wedding her as a favor cause i like the idea that he has like a messy suit, loose tie kind of hot mess vibe and smutty things happen lol I dont have much in mind but the idea of him in a messy suit trying to look cleaned up is just like ...drool idk

Plus One

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader wc: 3.1k+

Summary: You invite Mike to be your plus one at your sister's wedding, but things go wrong during the reception and Mike uses you to take out his frustrations.

Warnings: 18+ CONTENT, okay so like reader and Mike are friends but also its kinda angry sex??? You’ll see. Manhandling (sorta), slight exhibitionism, degrading, praise, dirty talk, finger sucking, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap pookies)

Note: oh my GOD this one got away from me and i'm NOT sure about it, I feel like i could’ve written this a bit better but i just started babbling and now we're here. to the person who requested this: THANK YOU. i loved ur idea and him in a suit like makes me drool too omg. i also couldn’t help adding a little angst in here. also so nevry to post this?? so lmk what u guys think! enjoy :)

“Please, Mike. I swear this is the last thing you’ll ever have to do for me!” You plead, trying to reason with the very unimpressed looking man in front of you. You’ve been stuck in Mike's kitchen for the past half hour trying to convince him to be your plus one to your sister's wedding next Saturday. Clearly, your convincing hasn’t been successful so far.

“The last time I did a favour for you was supposed to be the last time.” Mike says with a knowing smirk, and you roll your eyes. A few weeks ago, you went out to a bar with some friends and you may have had a few too many long island iced teas. The owner had forced your hand into calling someone to pick you up, and it was Mike's number you had dialled that night. As he drove you back to your apartment with an unpleasant look on his face, you swore to him that that would be the last favour you'd ever ask of him. How you wish you could take that back right about now.

“Okay, well, I was drunk when I said that. So it doesn't count.” You say with a frown, crossing your arms against your chest like a child who was denied candy.

You can’t really blame Mike for not wanting to go. Your family is…a lot. You love your family, you really do (most of the time). But, they can be judgemental. You were the kid in school who always got the hottest new toys for Christmas, and had big themed parties for your birthday every year. It had never really dawned on you that you were more well off than other kids until you had met Mike. You became friends with Mike when you were both 15. When you first brought Mike over to your house to hang out, you heard your parents whispering about him that night when you were supposed to be in bed. Your parents gossiped about the kidnapping of his brother, the suicide of his mother, and how Mike and his sister were essentially left to their own devices with their father paralyzed and consumed by grief. It made you sick to hear your parents nitpick and discuss Mike's life like it was a reality tv show. Your parents never really approved of your friendship with Mike, and they tend to not-so-subtly make that known whenever you make the mistake of bringing him up in a conversation.

“I don’t think that’s how that works. Besides, when your sister offered you a plus one, I really don’t think she had me in mind.” Mike says as he reaches into his fridge for a beer. “In fact, I think she’d prefer you to invite that guy who works at the convenience store and catcalls you everytime you go in, instead of me.” He says, cracking open his beer and offering you a smile before he takes a sip.

“Well now you’re just being dramatic.” You huff as you walk over to the couch in Mike's living room and take a seat. Mike follows you from the kitchen and sits down in his armchair, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. Mike sticks his tongue out at you and you have to restrain yourself from strangling the man. If it were any other wedding you would’ve just gone on your own. However, your family events tend to…take a turn for the worst. Your family's gatherings usually end with drama, and you know that even though it’s your sister's wedding, this will be no different. That’s why you're insistent on bringing Mike as your plus one, so you can have a little support if things go awry.

“Very mature.” You say with a shake of your head, once again rolling your eyes at the rude gesture.

“Listen, I’ll go. But, on one condition.” Mike says, and you sit up straight at his words.

“What’s the condition?” You ask suspiciously, but at this point you think you’d agree to almost anything.

“You babysit Abby for a month,”

“Deal.”

“And do my laundry for a month.” Mike adds.

“That’s two conditions actually, Mike.” You scoff as you get off the couch to leave.

“So you’re inviting the guy from the convenience store then?” Mike teases, knowing he's your only option.

You turn around to face Mike, squinting your eyes at him. God, you hate that cocky smirk he does when he knows he's winning. Bastard.

“Have a suit by Saturday. I’ll be over at 10am.” You sigh, flipping Mike off as you leave through his front door.

“Very mature.” You hear him mumble on your way out.

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“Mike, it looks like you just came back from a bachelor party. Not like you’re going to a wedding.” You say, noting the way Mike’s tie hangs loosely around his neck and the first couple buttons on his white button up are left undone. Mike runs his hands through his hair and you quickly bat them away, scolding him for ruining the hair you had just attempted to fix in the car only moments before you arrived. You can’t deny that he looks handsome. He surely looks charming with the way his gelled hair falls messily on his forehead, and the way his dads old suit fits him almost perfectly.

“Well, hopefully your sister doesn’t mind.” Mike says sarcastically as he adjusts the cuff links on the ends of his sleeves and steps out of your car and towards the church where your sister is getting married.

The first half of the wedding went pretty smoothly. You and your sister have never really been close, so It wasn’t a surprise to you when she didn’t ask you to be a bridesmaid. You and Mike sat a few rows down, occasionally playing footsies under the pew when you’d accidentally bump feet. A kiss was shared between the bride and groom, and everyone left to go to the reception.

You were nervous about the reception, to be quite honest. Mike could tell, and he put his hand on your lower back, resting it there as you both walked into the banquet hall. You nearly faint when you see the sheer amount of people that fill the room. There have to be about 200 people minimum. It seemed like way less in the church, you think.

“I need a drink.” You mumble to Mike, dragging him over to the bar.

Both you and Mike order a drink, and you want to be swallowed by the ground when you hear your mothers shrill, sing-songy voice behind you.

“Darling! I didn’t see you during the ceremony, I thought you hadn’t come.” You turn around and she pulls you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to both of your cheeks. She pulls away from you and you notice her eyes immediately land on Mike. “Oh, and what a surprise. Mike, how are you and your sister?” Your mother continues, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

You watch as Mike plasters a big, albeit fake, smile on his face and shakes your mothers hand.

“Abby and I are doing well, thank you for asking.” Mike says, and you almost laugh at his cordial tone. Mike sends you a ‘help me’ look and you mouth a ‘sorry’ to him.

“Gosh, it just devastated me to hear about your fathers passing.” Your mother says, clutching her chest like she's in pain, and you think she deserves an Oscar for the way she acts like she gives a shit. “I’m sure it must be so hard for you to provide for your sister alone.” Your mother adds and you watch the smile slowly slide off of Mike’s face.

“Why do you say that?” He asks, and you suddenly regret ever asking Mike to be your plus one.

“Mom-,” You start to say, but she disregards your voice, raising her hand as you speak to stop you.

“Well, I know you struggle keeping a job. You know, not everyone is cut out to raise a child.” If you could see yourself, you’re sure all the colour would be drained from your face. You’re left speechless, mouth half hung open at your mothers words. How could she say that? She doesn’t know him like you do. She doesn’t know how much Mike sacrifices to provide for Abby.

You look over at Mike and his jaw is tightly clenched. You brace yourself for Mike's next words, but they don’t come. Instead, you watch as he excuses himself and walks towards the mens bathroom.

“Well, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Your mother jokes once Mike is out of earshot.

“Jesus Christ, mom.” You say incredulously as you turn to go find Mike.

You walk towards the bathrooms, entering the men’s restroom with only one thing on your mind. Mike. Luckily the restroom is empty, save for Mike who is leaning over the counter. You slowly reach behind yourself, locking the bathroom door. You begin to step towards Mike, but you stop when you hear his voice.

“Do you think I'm not fit to raise Abby?” Mike asks you angrily, not even turning to look at you. You just stand there like an idiot, reaching down to fidget with the hem of your shirt.

“I-, no. Of course not.” You say, and the music that was loud in the hall, is now only a low hum in the bathroom.

It’s silent for a moment, and you’re not really sure what to say, or how to make things better. You resume taking slow, tentative steps towards Mike and you stop once you’re behind him. You place an uncertain hand on his back, softly rubbing it up and down to comfort him. He lets you touch him and you hear him let out a breath. He turns around to face you and you look up to meet his eyes. He studies your face for a moment, and you inch even closer to him.

“I’m sorry about my mom. That was inexcusable.” You sigh. If you were in Mike’s shoes, you probably would’ve left the reception entirely, and you’re not entirely opposed to that idea right now.

“Your mother doesn’t think I’m good enough for you.” Mike finally says, and there’s distaste in his tone. You don’t say anything, you know it's true. Your family, especially your mother, has never approved of your friendship with Mike.

“Do you think that?” Mike asks you, and you’re just now realising how close Mike’s face is to your own. You look up at him with furrowed brows and shake your head.

“No, Mike. I don’t think that.” You say quietly, and you swear the tension between Mike and you is so thick, it could be cut with a knife. You look down, but you feel Mike's hand grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look back up at him.

“You can’t even look at me when you say it. Pathetic.” Mike seethed. You let out a hushed whimper at his words..

“Sorry.” You say, but your voice sounds small. “I know you are.” He coos, rubbing his thumb back on fourth on your cheek.

“I need you to do something for me, okay?” Mike says, leaning down to speak in your ear. His voice is sweet and the switch in moods makes your head spin.

“Okay.” You nod and Mike pulls away from your ear to look you in the eyes.

“Be fucking quiet.” He says, and he presses his lips to yours. You softly gasp in shock, but quickly kiss him back as he turns you around to hoist you up onto the counter. He grabs both of your knees, opening them to make space for him to stand between your legs. He grips your thighs harshly, and you sigh when he sucks on your bottom lip. He puts one of his hands under your jaw, using it to hold your head in place as he kisses you. His lips are slightly chapped, but you don’t mind. He kisses you with fever, and you can’t deny that you haven’t thought about this.

He kisses down to your jaw and neck, sucking the skin in a way where you know there will be bruises. Jerk. You run your hands through his hair, throwing your head back at the pleasurable feeling of his lips gliding over your skin. The hand that was on your thigh is now trailing up your leg and under your skirt. You clench your legs around his hand and he softly bites your neck, wordlessly scolding you for your actions. You reopen your legs and his hand comes up to make contact with your clothed clit. He rubs slow circles and you let out a soft whimper.

“You gonna let me fuck you?” He slurs in your ear, and his fingers move from your clit to the waistband on your panties, pulling it back and slapping it against your skin. You nod and he’s pulling you off of the counter and flipping you around. Mike bends you over and your chest meets the cold granite. You look in front of you and you can see Mike behind you in the mirror on the wall. He pushes your knee length skirt up and around your hips, and groans at the sight of you bent over for him.

“You okay?” He asks genuinely, running his hands along the sides of your body in a comforting manor.

“Yeah, keep going.” You breathe out and he hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties, pulling them down. You clench around nothing as the cold air hits your cunt. You moan softly as Mike spreads your pussy open with his thumbs, groaning at how wet you are. Without warning, he inserts his pointer and middle finger inside of you, thrusting them in and out. The lewd, squelching sounds of Mike fingering you fill the bathroom and you suck in a sharp breath as his fingers curl up into your sweet spot.

“Apparently your pussy thinks I’m good enough.” Mike says and you look up into the mirror to see his jaw slack, watching the way his fingers move in and out of you. You can feel Mike's erection brushing against the back of your thigh as he rocks his hips with every thrust of his fingers.

“Mike, fuck me.” You whine, and Mike takes his fingers out of you. He brings them to your lips, pushing them inside your mouth, and you can hear him undoing his belt with his other hand.

“Thought I told you to be fucking quiet.” He murmurs and you watch in the mirror as he shoves his pants and boxers down just enough to pull his hard cock out. He removes his fingers from your lips, using your spit as lube to pump his cock a few times before lining it up with your pussy. He slowly inches himself inside of you, pushing you down onto the counter. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream and you hear Mike let out a whine at the feeling of being in you.

He starts to pump himself in and out of you, and he pulls you up by your shirt into his chest to make you watch yourself in the mirror. He fucks into you like he can’t get enough of you. Like being inside of you isn’t close enough.

“What would your mother think? Hm? About her sweet little angel getting fucked in the bathroom?” Mike says in your ear, with a sickeningly sweet tone. It's like he just knows how to push your buttons. You let out a low moan at his words.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Mike adds and your legs shake when he uses the hand that was holding you up to rub your clit. You drop back down on the counter and Mike grabs your hip with his free hand, using it as leverage to bottom out in you with every single thrust. He throws his head back in ecstasy and you clench around him, signalling your impending orgasm.

“You wanna cum?” Mike asks, and his voice is raspy and fucked out. You nod your head ‘yes’.

“No, want you to say it.” Mike says, and you can tell he’s close by his sloppy, less rhythmic thrusts.

“Please, Mike. Please, can I cum?” You beg, your voice hoarse. The filthy sounds of skin against skin echo throughout the bathroom, and if someone has tried to enter the bathroom since you’ve been in here, you’ve been too fucked out to hear it. Thank god I locked the door, you think.

“Cum, baby, Fuck.” Mike chokes out. Your legs shake as you cum around his cock, your orgasm only heightened by the feeling of him filling you up. You bite down on your hand to muffle yourself and you swear to god you hear Mike whimper, pussy drunk as he continues to ride his high thrusting in and out of your sloppy pussy.

After catching his breath, you feel Mike pull out of you and you wince at the feeling of his cum dripping down your inner thighs. You slowly tilt your head up as you watch Mike get some toilet paper to clean himself up. He tucks himself back inside his boxers and pulls his pants up. You flinch a little as you feel him come up behind you, cleaning you up with more toilet paper.

“Sorry, was I too rough?” He asks softly, looking at you through the mirror and you shake your head.

“No, just sensitive.” You say as Mike finishes cleaning you. You pull your panties back up, letting your skirt fall back over your legs. Your knees buckle a little bit as you try to stand straight and Mike rushes over to you, lending you a hand.

“You know, I actually think you’re one of the only people who genuinely thinks I am good enough.” Mike says, and you look up at him.

“Of course I do. I always have.” You say softly, gently touching Mike’s cheek.

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aft3rhrs · 7 months

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— cherry ღ

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: yandere, cheating, manipulation, corruption, pseudo incest, age gap, virgin!reader, she's quite innocent (but please always assume 18+!), inappropriate inspections ahshdhdhd, cockwarming, daddy kink, praise kink, ridiculous amounts of "good girl", mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, a sprinkle of breeding kink ooops

Namjoon was just... committed. It was his job as your father to look after your heart; and everything else that came with it.

"Show me, baby," he whispered, soft lips brushing your ear. "It's okay."

It sounded so simple. Yet the words were followed by the tip of his big, hard cock pushing into you, hot breaths fanning your neck.

Tight.

You were so tight and sensitive; so inexperienced. Ever since Namjoon found out you were untouched, the thought haunted his each waking moment; and in his dreams, a fear followed, creeping up his bones, infecting all cells until his body felt sick.

What if someone else got to touch you first?

Not a soul, dead or alive deserved that. He's seen you cry over your crushes and eventually exes, seen you open up like a flower, then wither away to nothing. Boys your age were just that; boys. They didn't know how to take care of themselves, let alone of you. They were fickle leafs fluttering in the wind, and Namjoon was a rock; always there for you to lean on, the foundation of the very ground he helped you learn to walk on.

So wasn't it only natural he'd be concerned who gets to put their hands on you? Wasn't it only natural he loved you so much all other women paled beside you?

Everything between you had to remain a secret, of course, but there was nothing wrong with that — because Namjoon was your dad, and he knew best. Besides, you weren't blood related, either, and that seemed like a perfectly valid explanation for why he could do things no real dad should. It seemed reasonable when he'd come into your room and lock the door, hands sneaking under your shirt to wake you up, holding you close.

You've never really had a father before him. You didn't know what that kind of bond was supposed to look like, though you certainly longed for it. Your mother had a few boyfriends, fleeting relationships that quickly took away your childish hope of ever being the jewel in someone's crown.

And then he came along and changed everything.

That was how you found yourself here, back pressed into his chest under the weight of soft blankets. The only problem was that simple, routine inspections were not enough anymore; it was not enough to feel you wrapped around his fingers night after night. He just had to be sure no one else took what was his. Had to feel your pretty, virgin cunt struggle to take all of him, mark it with his shape.

He kissed your shoulder, stroking your hand with his thumb in mindless circles.

"Good girl."

Sleepy, and getting quite used to having him inside you, you tried to keep your eyes closed, not react to his words. But you felt yourself clench around his girth, and you knew he felt it too, from the way he moaned into your neck.

"Sorry," you whispered shakily, a wave of heat crawling up your spine.

Namjoon hugged you tighter, the scent of his cologne soothing your senses.

"What are you sorry for, baby?" He asked softly. "Feels nice... to be close. Doesn't it?"

You nodded slowly. Namjoon graced your shoulder with another sweet peck, his lips so warm on your skin.

"Nothing wrong with that, hm?"

He always said that. You couldn't help but feel conflicted; having him like this was so intimate and comforting. But on the other hand, it left you addicted to the feeling, desperate for things you knew you shouldn't really want. It didn't help how often he reassured you; tempted you with promises that if you ever needed more, all you had to do was ask. It was completely normal for your cute, little hole to clench around daddy's cock like that, after all; it was where he belonged, and your body knew it, too.

He kept kissing your face, like all he wanted was for you to know that just as you belonged to him, he always belonged to you. Nothing else mattered. Your tummy twisted when you felt his cock twitch inside you, and you attempted to swallow the lump building in your throat, willed your thighs to stay still.

"My good girl," he breathed, "only daddy's. Right?"

You nodded, too scared to open your mouth and make a sound. You had no idea what would come out if you tried.

Namjoon could read you like an open book, even with his eyes closed — all the more when he was buried so deep inside you. His large palm slid down to your stomach, settling under the cotton of your oversized shirt. The pads of his fingers brushed the swell of your breasts, knocking your heart out of its steady rhythm.

"You're so wet. Is that only for me too?"

You pushed yourself to nod again, only this time that wasn't satisfying enough either. He skimmed the underside of your breast, opening his hand slowly enough to make your head spin. Your pussy clenched, gushing arousal, tummy churning as he finally gripped the soft flesh.

"Say, 'yes, daddy'."

You stifled a whimper, your voice barely rising above a whisper.

"Yes, daddy."

Another twitch inside you. You forced yourself to remain still and quiet, though Namjoon seemed too lost in you to notice your efforts, too focused on the throbbing of his cock. He squeezed your breast, his palm resting right above your pounding heart.

"And you're daddy's girl. No one else is ever gonna see you or touch you like this, no one else ever has. Right?"

A soft whine fled your lips. It was embarrassing to submit yourself like this, so openly and willingly. Yet the craving for his approval, his love and his touch was stronger than any shame, bringing you to nod some more, your eyes falling shut.

"Yes, daddy."

The bridge of his nose brushed against your neck tenderly, while his cock kept twitching.

"Good girl."

These words always instantly went to your head - and cunt. You wanted to keep being good for him, to reach for all the things he oh so kindly gave you permission to take. It was like he was just waiting for you to break until you had no scruples about the taboo of the situation. Because Namjoon himself was shameless, especially when it came to the things he wanted.

And all he wanted was you.

At last, he settled a warm hand on your hip to slip out of you. You could feel the way your pussy protested, reluctant to let him go, aching pathetically and dribbling out slick.

It was hard to breathe.

Namjoon himself was anything but happy knowing he was going to have to go back to bed frustrated again. It was probably a mixture of that, and his heart stirring at the pitiful sound you made, that broke some of his resolve. He still wanted you to listen to him like the angel he knew you were, wanted to hear you ask him to touch you, to defile you. But he simply leaned over you, giving his stiff cock a squeeze. And then he left another kiss on your cheek, the next words coming out hushed.

"I know it hurts, baby... It hurts me too. How about daddy helps you tomorrow? Would that make it go away? Hm? Would your little pussy feel better if I rubbed it for you? Just a small, tiny massage, and then it won't hurt so bad anymore."

You were starting to feel light headed, your lungs heavy, cunt pulsing in response to his suggestion. How sweetly he talked to you, like a dad just taking care of his daughter, made it sound filthier, made your body burn. You opened your mouth to respond — slowly reaching out — little girl finally about to take the hand that has been waiting so patiently for her to grasp it from the darkness of her closet.

"Please, daddy," you uttered quietly, heart beating out of your chest.

Namjoon gave his cock another squeeze, precum dripping down the thick shaft. He needed to get off, but he'd get through one more night of this torture. So that tomorrow, after all this time, he could finally release all the tension while he felt you quiver on his dick. He'd give you months worth of cum, breed you so nice and full; and that's before he'd even get to fuck you. He tried to keep his composure, gave your pretty face more kisses as he tucked himself back into his boxers.

"Good girl. I love you."

You rubbed your thighs together as soon as you felt him sit up, ready to make his way back to your mother.

"I love you too," you sighed, unable to think straight anymore.

He blew out your candle, then looked down at you, affectionately stroking your hair.

"I know. Sweet dreams, baby."

Maybe he could see into the deepest, darkest corners of your mind; or maybe it was just a precaution. Either way, as much as he loved spoiling you, what kind of father didn't discipline their precious child when needed?

"Don't," he warned softly, ghosting his lips over your temple, "even think about touching yourself tonight. Daddy's gonna help you tomorrow, as much as you want. Be good and wait for me, or I'll get mad. You don't want that, do you, angel?"

A wave of chills flooded your skin. Finding no courage to look up into his eyes, you nodded again, hugging your pillow tighter.

"Good girl."

Hot all over, you watched him close the door and turned, immediately met with his scent lingering on the sheets. How were you supposed to fall asleep now?

At least you weren't alone. Namjoon was asking himself the same question, but he's been patient for so long already. He's waited, and waited, the scent of cherries lingering in the air around him, craving to bite into the sweet fruit, satiate his hunger. The wait would be worth it, he knew. And oh, he'd make sure to make it worth your while, too. All good girls deserved rewards. Especially from their dads.

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readychilledwine · 1 month

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Okay, nightshirt headcanon here, the other person also found it hilarious but didn’t write anything about it. Go for it!

Oversized Nightshirt Headcanons

Warning-implied smut and implied SA

A/N - The number of boobs and butts I went through to find this gif was ridiculous.

Rhys-

It started as a bet when the bat boys were young that Rhys wouldn't be able to pull a female without his fine tailored clothing

Cassian and Azriel were wrong. Very, very wrong. They forgot about you. Rhysand didn't, though. He never could or would.

In fact, that night is when the bond snapped between you two, and after several rounds, you ended up in his baggy night shirt the next morning making coffee. Rhys stood there smirking as Azriel and Cassian secretly slid him their losses.

Since then, Rhys seduces you one of two ways: completely naked or with a sneak peak of his slutty little legs under the baggy shirt

You love the shirt. Just because you know you get to cuddle into it to soak up his scent the next day.

He keeps the baggy thing around for the memory of it alone. It was the night the bond snapped, the night you became his beyond just casual hook ups.

But don't tell anyone else, he sleeps it in before high lord meetings because he considers it his lucky shirt. He'll deny it if you say so, though. He can't be caught dead in it.

Cassian-

Cassian gives zero fucks about what he wears at home, so you see his baggy night shirt frequently.

He's also shameless when it comes to you.

He will lean against a wall, arm stretched up above him, and just smirk at you. He knows the shirt isn't covering ANYTHING.

You won't say no to him, regardless of what he's wearing, but you always know if that baggy shirt comes out, it won't be a serious night.

Don't get me wrong, the orgasms come left and right, but there's so much laughter involved during the sex that you can't help but smile the whole time.

Cassian makes the baggy shirt work for you. It's the confidence and the male, not his clothing.

Azriel-

You gave it to Azriel to stop you from being all over him at night. Those grey sweatpants? Too sexy.

The male thought he could sleep naked instead of grey sweatpants? Absolutely not. One way ticket to pound town.

You thought the baggy sleep shirt would stop you two since it made you think of a little old fae in their care homes. You paired it with a stocking cap just to be really ridiculous.

Azriel took it as a challenge, though.

It turns out it didn't prevent you from having a thing for his arms, and those short sleeves became a big tease, only letting you see the veins in his forearms but not his biceps.

It also didn't stop him from coming up behind you, whispering in your ear what he'd do to you tonight.

In short, the baggy sleep shirt does nothing to stop you from riding Az.

It is hilarious to watch him throw it on for bat boy sleep over nights

Lucien-

Listen, you two couldn't take it seriously the first night he tried to wear a baggy sleep shirt.

He and Tamlin had bought them thinking they'd be super comfortable.

They were right, but you laughed so hard when your husband came into the bedroom.

You were so used to seeing him in fine threads and tight clothing that you were laughing from shock.

From that point, Lucien only wore his fine pajama pants and no shirt. Just the way you liked him.

That is, until after Ianthe. That shirt became his comfort as you two began sleeping in a different room.

He used it as a shield, hiding his new shame and insecurity

It still stays folded in one of the drawers of your shared dresser, coming out when he needs comfort or to feel safe.

There's no laughing anymore when he wears it, just gently praise and snuggles

Eris -

Yeah, he doesn't wear it. Ever.

His mother gave it to him when he complained about how cold the forest house was where the two of them slept.

Beron, as a punishment, ensures the chambers his mother had towards the top of the house, and Eris's chambers were not protected from Autumn's cruel cold nights.

Momma Vanserra, in all of her kindness, thought she was giving her oldest son a wonderful gift.

Eris gagged when he showed it to you. "Imagine me in this, little fox. Who would ever wear this?"

The answer was his father. It was the first time you witnessed Eris burn something without warning, and the only time he used his magic without telling you.

You two much prefer him sleeping in his little silky boxers anyway. Easier access.

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 11 months

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Hello, sorry to bother you. I got some requests if you're comfortable with it of course. It's never mention that MC have a familiar. But imagine this :

MC go to a trip without M6 and when MC come back, they suddenly bring a deer and that deer is actually MC familiar!

How would the M6 react?

The Arcana HCs: When MC shows up with a familiar

~ I've had multiple requests to write for MC with different kinds of familiars, but considering how the type of familiar reflects their master's personality, it's easier to keep it vague. Here's the closest I can get anon, hope you enjoy! - brainrot ~

Julian

Doesn't know what the new animal is until you tell him what the new animal is

Consequently very anxious around the new animal

This is your familiar. From what he knows of magic, familiars are a big deal

Also, the last time he interacted with a magician's familiar, she squeezed him because she thought scaring him was fun

He expects it to judge him as unworthy of you and doesn't want it to hate him

Is completely caught off guard when it reflects your own affectionate feelings for him instead

When he puts two and two together he melts and pledges his protection and doctorly services to it

He still doesn't get that Malak is technically his familiar so he's very confused and slightly intimidated about why they seem to get along so well

Asra

Needs no introduction, it's got you written all over it and is now their second favorite animal after Faust

A very, very close second favorite, according to him they're basically siblings

It's canon that they knit clothes for Faust, now they make matching accessories for your familiar

Teases you about how affectionate it is with him, like Faust doesn't already love you about as much as she loves Asra

Faust is a terrible, terrible influence and he enables it

She can and will find a way to teach it how to hold a knife and takes it on "training" excursions to get familiar with Vesuvia's shortcuts and terrorize a certain doctor

Scolding them does not work, you'll have to put them in time out in separate rooms

Asra sneaks messages back and forth if they can't get you to relent

Nadia

Completely focused on the logistics of making it feel as welcome and cared for as possible

Makes whatever changes it could need so your chambers are an ideal habitat for it to come and go and relax

Ensures access to dietary needs

If the familiar is amenable to the idea, finding a loose collar or ornament that marks it with her seal so it can wander around the palace grounds without interference

Doesn't really consider the possibility of bonding with it until she sees how well it gets along with Chandra

And apparently how friendly it seems to be with her? She's never spoken to it, why would it act so loving - oh. Oh

Goes out of her way to praise and bond with your familiar at least once a day. They're very good friends now

Muriel

Doesn't need to be told who the animal is

Immediately lights up because he's genuinely happy that you've found a companion to go through life with. Inanna pulled him through a lot and he hopes that it will do the same for you

Also because he likes animals, all animals, and this is a new one to study and nurture

Speaks to it like it's a person that he likes

Makes all kinds of thoughtful accommodations for it without ever saying a word or letting on that that's what he's doing

Inanna adopts it

You'll see her full mother wolf instincts come out, this is a creature very new to being a familiar and it doesn't necessarily know all of its responsibilities yet

Don't worry, she'll teach it for you. They go on patrol together and she's very protective

Portia

Oh, cute animal

She's sorry that's your what? That's so cool!!!

Squeals

Tell her all the details. How did you meet? What was the first thing you thought when you saw it? What type of animal is it exactly? Did you know right away, like love at first sight? Describe it for her

Treats it like she does Pepi, it's a pet with extra magic that's mysteriously connected to you and therefore very cute

Over the moon when it acts friendly with her. Holds her breath because she's worried her squealing will scare it off

Makes treats for it like she does for Pepi

If Pepi wasn't already such a beloved cat, she would be jealous

Pepi does go through a phase of bringing her hunting trophies to your familiar instead of Portia as tokens of friendship

Lucio

Does not know what it is until you tell him 2.0

Accepts it into the mini family with no hesitation. He's always had an enthusiastic (though at some points misguided) approach to collecting and caring for animals

It's part of the menagerie now

Very, very proud when it's friendly with him

As limited as his own magical abilities are, he's fascinated by yours and is curious about all the ways a familiar does or doesn't assist you in that

Mercedes and Melchior are extremely enthusiastic in their welcome, to the point that you fear your new familiar might get bitten

Somehow that doesn't happen and they all get along splendidly, if not chaotically

Bonus points if it's white

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #the arcana shitpost #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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thotsforvillainrights · 3 months

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HALLOOOO(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!

This is my first question on this app! I'm new and i don't really know how to use it◉⁠‿⁠◉

Also English isn't my mother language so I'm sorry if i spelled any words wrong

Anyways!

Can i ask for a Muscular, Chizome and Tomura reacting to their S/O calling them handsome during intimacy? :D

You can add any other characters if you want, i love all villians so i don't mind >_<

(Hi, welcome to this hellsite! I'm honored to have the first question and I hope this comes out good for you. Thank you for the ask!)

~Muscular/Stain/Shigaraki's S/O Calling them Handsome During~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

-Usually this man hardly pays attention during the act. Well at least that's the way it used to be when you first started going at it. He's admittedly selfish and honestly chased his own nut before even considering what you'd want for yourself. Honestly there are times where you would have to wonder why you chose to be with him.

-Over time he's changed so much, so I suppose you stuck it out for the better. Now he's more focused on the noises you're making for him. His ego is the second best thing you could stroke for him~ Therefore, knowing you're making those noises because of him really tends to get him going more these days. He doesn't consider himself to have a praise kink but pumping his head up tremendously plays a part in whether or not he cums quickly.

-When you tell him he's handsome in the middle of intimacy then he's going to smirk at you first. "Yeah I know." He says with a cocky tone before continuing what he was doing. He won't admit that deep down inside it had an effect on him. He's definitely checking himself out in the mirror more often these days after you pull that trick on him.

-He's mostly quiet during this time with more grunting or groaning when he's close. The main reason is so that he can hear you to know whether or not he's doing his job properly. He takes sex with you seriously and there's no way he'll be caught dead half-assing anything when it comes to pleasing you.

-He's never been one to base a lot off of his looks. He's already surprised you'd take him as he is given his prickly personality. Falling in love with you was more along the lines of a gift from God rather than something he could attribute to his nonexistent charm or looks. However, you never let how he feels about himself stop you from blaring your opinions at him in full honesty.

-You don't stop when you're in the bedroom either. You pause to tell him he's handsome during the act and he scoffs at you, rolling his eyes and chuckling lightly. "Is that so? You still spouting nonsense or have I fucked you silly already then?" You laugh and shake your head at him. "I'm serious..." You try to convince him but he's already back to what he was doing and suddenly your words get lost so easily on your tongue.

-His confidence gone and he'll tell you often how he feels about the two of you being together. After all, why would anyone want to be with a monster like him? He's confused you picked him in the first place. He's awkward, mean, way too focused on other things at the moment. his quirk is dangerous. He can't even let himself get comfortable enough to hold you half the time because he's worried about the effect his quirk would have if he messed up. He could lose you and for that very reason alone he's still doubting the relationship.

-Still, despite this you manage to keep him there because he'd rather be with you than without. He loves you even if he doesn't say it that often. Little by little you found yourself chipping away at the walls around his heart until he finally began to grown slightly comfortable with you. He now holds your hand ever so carefully and you two have cuddling sessions. It was inevitable that it finally led up to the two of messing around. Once he got his hands on you, he knew it was too late to consider even taking them off.

-You'd rendered him frozen when you uttered the phrase 'you're so handsome' during sex one night. What's worse is that you looked him deep in his eyes and smiled so softly when you said it. He hated the way you had so much control over him. He could only feel himself burning away as he his his face in the crook of your neck and kept going this time more tenderly. To say the finish was explosive would be an understatement. Aftercare was out of this world as well.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #akaguro chizome #stain bnha #hero killer stain #goto imasuji #muscular bnha #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki bnha #minors dni #minor dni #headcanons

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thisisasideblog1 · 1 year

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i actually believe that doing extremely patriarchal things but with males instead is the only way to solve male violence. use all the cultural weapons available to kill their biological drives:

- abort most male foetuses: less criminals in the world

- teach men that they are naturally incompetent and too emotional to function and should only care about shallow stuff like their appearance: less men in positions of power and consequently less systematic rape, pedophilia etc

- have a matriarchal religion that doesn't actually worship goddesses, but instead a male deity that is held to impossible moral standards (like a male Virgin Mary) and shame men for not being like Him, until they start to compulsively police their own behavior and become very strict with themselves. if worshipping goddesses at all, make them be just regular women with very human flaws who can, idk, control thunders and be really scary. make them old grannies to avoid sexualization or make it forbidden to depict them. male deities on the other hand should be very young and beautiful but also virginal. you can also add oversexed male demons to your religion so male sexuality can finally be demonized and rightfully so

- remind them of how we used to live in a perfect world until a frivolous male did a stupid male thing and Scary Goddesses/Pretty God had to exile our entire species

- make them feel guilty for being born. tell them how you would rather have daughters because they're so much easier to raise. buying cute outfits is the only good thing about mothering a boy

- and if men complain about all of the above tell them that suffering is good and they'll be rewarded in heaven. actually men are really good at this suffering thing and they should be proud of how they never complain when treated like shit. it's one of the few things they're good at. women could never. <3 suffering in silence is so sexy guys!!!

- repeat this bullshit over and over until it becomes true

- teach them that being pleasant, inoffensive, and subservient to women should be their life goal. they should act in a way that's pleasant to women even when there's no woman around

- and if they don't like it, tell them that they're not in touch with their natural masculine instincts and should be very ashamed of it. because nature or whatever

- reprimand them harshly at the first signs of self confidence

- make them feel insecure about EVERYTHING from head to toes to their way of walking to their speaking voices. constantly compare them to other men

- but give them lots of praise and extra cookies if they act shitty to other men and defend women even if they're wrong. be careful not to overdo it though. make it clear that your love is conditional :)

- discourage them from exercising, learning self defense or doing anything that could make them stronger. that's a woman's thing and not acting your gender is the quintessential crime

- also keep them on a diet that would make them more peaceful and emotionally bland. in other words keep them malnourished, and encourage eating disorders

- men are the inferior gender btw. ever seen a horse? yes they're big. but they're so dumb! ever seen a horse do math? they're only good at breeding! actually they're also good at being trained by females! men should be proud of being like horses 🐎🐎🐎🐎 because 💕💕🌼🌼🥰🤗

and that, folks, is how you actually empower women! because doing that shit to us is how men empowered themselves in first place 😊

#now that i think about it most of these things are done to women as soon as they're born #so patriarchy literally relies on child abuse to break women's spirits and make them easier to manipulate #about the god part #most religions have a token female figure whose only function is to guilt trip women while pretending to exalt them #religion itself is patriarchal #radfem safe #terfblr #terf friendly #misandry #radical feminism #radfems do touch #radfems do interact

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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Hi, I have a request!

How do you think the members of ateez would react to their s/o usually being really shy about skinship but giving them random back hugs every once in a while?

Ps. Sorry for my English, it isn't my mother tongue

ateez reaction to their s/o being shy but liking back hugs

genre: fluff

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none, apart wooyoung being his cheeky self

author's notes: lowercase intentional. back hugs are like the best thing ever and i think each member of ateez would absolutely love them! i mean, who doesn't love a good back hug, right?? anyways thanks for the request, i hope these reactions are to your liking. feel free to request in the future <3

hongjoong

hongjoong is never one to make you feel uncomfy, so if you are hesitant when it comes to skinship he will be really understanding about it. will probably get used to you preferring less physical affection, which he's honestly fine with! it's when you surprise him by sneaking your arms around his waist is he caught by surprise. the first time you give him a back hug he will let out a little giggle and smile fondly, not questioning your actions but simply letting you do what you want. he finds it so endearing <3

seonghwa

we know seonghwa is very understanding and would never push you into doing anything you don't want to do. if you don't like skinship and have told this to him, he will accept that and not initiate skinship until you are ready. he respects your boundaries in all cases! he knows when the time to be more affectionate is right, you will let him know. and you do let him know! through the power of a back hug 💪 honestly you catch him off by surprise. he will be doing something like cleaning up in the kitchen and the next thing he knows he feels a comforting warmth from behind him. he will gasp and let out a little chuckle, he finds you so adorable

yunho

yunho is confused. he thinks you are upset with him or not comfortable with him when you shy away from his physical affection. he thinks he's done something wrong and will ask you about it. once you explain to him that it's just out of shyness, he will begin to understand much more! he's fine taking his time and reassures you that it's fine to take things like skinship slow. as time progress and you muster up the courage to give him a cute little back hug, his heart absolutely melts! he will slide his fingers onto yours and call you cute!

yeosang

you and yeosang are in the same boat so this is a pretty perfect situation for the two of you. he too isn't too keen on skinship, at least, in the very early stages of your relationship. he likes to take things slow and he doesn't want to overwhelm you either. he knows however that you guys both can't stay in the quiet, shy stage of your relationship forever. and you sense that too. so when you grab him in for a gentle back hug, propping your chin on top of his shoulder, he turns his head to smile at you, chuckling awkwardly before chatting to you casually about his day

san

sannie is very affectionate, so not having any physical touch from his dearest s/o will be a bit strange to him. but he knows you. he knows you are a bit more reserved and timid compared to other people. he will still try and initiate skinship with you, even if its simple things like linking pinkies together or stroking your hair. when he feels you initiate your own affection for the first time he could burst with joy. feeling your arms around his slim waist never felt so right.

mingi

another member who likes to be affectionate. i think. mingi would struggle the most with this only because he thrives off of physical affection. he needs it. especially in a relationship, its just reassuring to him. but his darling s/o is shy and he understands this, so you best believe he's gonna find out ways to express his love (expect a lot of random blurting out of compliments and praises from him! ) when you go to reassure him with a back hug he instantly relaxes into your touch.

wooyoung

is a big tease, we know this. even with a shy s/o, he will tease them, although it will be done in good taste and he'll go easier on you. you're his darling! he knows your boundaries and respects them. he too won't push you into doing skinship with him. he is glad though, that once you've settled down into the relationship, you decide to give him random back hugs every now and then. lord knows this man loves a back hug 🙌 he will probably chuckle and say something like "oh are you trying to feel my abs again, y/n?" to ruin the moment, of course.

jongho

jongho is also similar to you, he can be a bit hesitant and withdrawn with regard to affection. at the start of your relationship, it might be awkward between the two of you; you're both figuring out each others limits and how each of you express your love for one another. in some cases this is good because you both know these things just take time. but one day, despite being your shy self, you pull him into a warm back hug. when you do this, he stares at the wall for a bit before humming to himself. after you've let go he will turn around a give you a soft, understanding smile.

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lying-on-floors · 7 months

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In Defense of Lori Grimes...

Listen, I've been rewatching TWD and I can only think of Lori Grimes.

I am a Lori Grimes defender for life and I don't care for your criticisms of her. The beginning of the show established that she was a woman going through marital issues. She already voiced how she felt guilty for the way she talked to Rick earlier that day and then found out her husband had been shot and fell into a coma! I don't know if y'all have ever known the grief of losing a parent and have had to watch how the grief affects your remaining parent, but I have. See, I was 5 when my dad was first arrested. My brother and I stayed with my grandma a lot because my mom was rarely home. She went out with friends as a form of escape from everything going on. Yes, she still loved us and she loves us now and we love her, even if it's really complicated and confusing at times. She just wanted to forget.

Shane wasn't much more than a distraction for Lori, an escape. And I am going to remind y'all that Shane took ADVANTAGE of her and her vulnerability. Everything people like to criticize Lori for is rooted in misogyny, like a lot of hate directed toward female characters.

Now, I am going to go over some of the common criticisms I have seen regarding Lori Grimes and I am going to disprove them.

"Lori Grimes was a bad mother."

No. Just No. She was a wonderful and loving mother. She loved Carl so much and she loved Beth. She would've loved Judith. All the times Carl acted bratty, understandably, she never once hit him or degraded him but reatherscoldde him and told him to do better.

AND I AM NOT PUTTING DOWN MICHONNE! I love Michonne and I love Lori. You can love both women and praise them for their roles as mothers and wives without pitting them against each other and it's sad that it is such a common practice amongst fandoms.

2. "Lori Grimes was a bad wife."

No. She was a loyal, supportive, and loving wife. As soon as she saw Rick was alive, she set immediate boundaries with Shane. She told him it was over. She told him she didn't want him to involve himself with her or her family EVER again. Shane didn't like that. He believed that HE OWNED HER and fucking assulted her! Like she is her own person and doesn't belong to anyone.

She supported Rick up until her death. She was his left hand. He went to her for everything, like he does with Michonne. And I love that he does that.

3. "Lori Grimes is selfish."

Okay? And? She's human. She's going to behave selfishly at times. And don't bring up her not wanting to have Judith at the beginning of her pregancy. She didn't need to tell Rick because it was her choice. She told him because she loved him. Rick even told her he would never make her have a child she didn't want but Rick helped her to look positivly towards the world's future. She had very valid reasons for not wanting to have a baby in the apocolypse and even if she had no reason other than not wanting to go through child birth, especially without medicine readily available, that's STILL VALID.

4. "Lori Grimes was a bitch."

This is the last one I'm going to address. Lori Grimes was not a bitch. She was a strong and powerful woman, who didn't take anyone's shit and set strict boundaries.

All I can say is that fandom hates women. Women of color also get a lot of shit, like I'm not denying that AT ALL and I will defend every last woman throughout the TWD universe, even the villians. Just because a woman wasn't submissive or she was antagonistic DOES NOT MEAN SHE'S DESERVING OF ALL HATE!!

In conclusion, I love Lori Grimes and the women of TWD. They're always overshadowed by the men around them and it's time they have the spotlight and praise they deserve.

Only comment if you want to uplift the women of TWD and the world. If not, die. <3 XOXO <3

#twd #the walking dead #twd lori grimes #lori grimes #women #feminism #twd women #female characters #twd rick #rick grimes #carl grimes #judith grimes #twd carl #twd judith #michonne grimes #twd michonne #hot take #unpopular opinion #that should be popular

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lemonyko0 · 2 years

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Mr. Jeon: Jealousy

“You’ve trained her well.” He says impressed. “Bet she’d do anything you told her.” I nod, looking up at Jungkook. I place my hand on his thigh, “Anything."

» genre: angst! smut, fluff at the absolute very end (unless simping counts in which case, plenty)

» word count: 5.7k

» description: teacher x student, voyeurism, almost cuckold but not really ... just read i can't think of a term for this. two members ;)

Part 3 | Masterpost

jungkook’s pov

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. If only I had any ounce of self control I wouldn't be in this situation to begin with. if only i was as smart as i thought myself to be.

My eyes scan over her name in my phone.

How can someone be so trusting?

It’s not even that she doesn't know, she seems not to care at all. Each conversation with her is a testament to that. I’ve spent the entire weekend texting her. Never initiating anything myself, I really ought to remind her of my no spam rule, but i think it to be cute, and necessary, that she's this obsessed.

jk: what if i am just using you?

y/n: i just like having your attention. you can do whatever as long as you don't leave me.

jk: and if i left you?

This leaves her typing for quite some time. I can see she's deleting what she's typing and trying over and over again before she finally sends her response.

y/n: don't warn me. just go and never come back.

y/n: i hate being teased like that.

The conversation flatlines soon after, leaving her on read and not being bothered to continue the conversation. She’s got class early anyway, I'm doing her a favor by at least leaving her be for the night.

My shoes click against the tile floors as I head into the school, pushing past the wooden doors to be met with silent halls.

In silence like this you can't help but wander. ask yourself questions like how you ended up here. I never considered myself to be a very deep individual. In fact, I always believed humans were never as fathomless as they believed themselves to be.

It was simple. I became a teacher because my mother was one, and I loved my mother. I saw the joy it gave her, and I chased after her and her life by following in her footsteps while my elder brother followed in my fathers. my parents had favorites, as all do. you're always inclined to love the things that love you back.

I've never asked myself the question if I was ever, genuinely happy in my decision to teach. and now i feel as if it's an unfair question entirely. What qualifies a person to be happy? I lost my mother after my second year teaching at my university job. I always associated her with teaching. Could I ever truly love something, after losing the very reason I started it?

Once my mother was gone I coped much better than anyone thought I would. i'm not sure what they expected, but the sympathetic stares and dinner invitations went stale very quickly, and I left my job and hometown as soon as I found another, even higher paying, job at a different school.

No one here knows anything about my past. They only know what I tell them, and I’ve enjoyed my time here. The people are kind, they don't pry, they invite each other to drinks, dinners, discuss their marriages, families, the economy, and so on.

One man has always stood out to me. He's young for a teacher, like myself. He must be incredibly smart as everyone praises him and holds him in high regards. The staff refer to him almost constantly when struggling with concepts, the subject never mattered.

He was tall, dark hair, wore glasses, dressed average, never attracted attention to himself, and yet he always had it. He looked at me as if he saw through me. I hated it. And it felt like he knew that, too.

I began to see him more and more as the months went on, until it became almost guaranteed that I'd see him when passing through the foreign language wing.

And today was no exception to that.

“Ah, you again.” He grins widely at the sight of me, coffee in one hand and his leather folder in the other, settled underneath his arm.

I force a grin, “It’s me, again.” I stop in front of him in the hall, “Good morning, namjoon.”

He bows his head slightly, looking at me through the top of his black rimmed glasses with a smirk, “good morning to you too jungkook.”

I clear my throat and sigh, “I suppose we have some things to discuss.”

He lingers purposefully, making me uncomfortable with his silence, and I hate to admit it works. “We do.” He extends an arm into the dark room behind me, “If you don't mind.” I turn on my heels and head into the room, watching him set his things down at his desk before opening the blinds to allow a small amount of light to creep into the room, “I'm quite prone to headaches, I don't so much enjoy unnatural light. i find it too harsh.”

I mentally roll my eyes at his behavior, but keep my composure, simply exhaling as I stare at him, “can we stop with the theatrics and you just tell me what you have in mind?”

He ignores me and continues to stare out the window and play with the blinds, before meandering back towards his desk and sitting down with a laugh, “Pretty bold statement considering you're at my mercy. Your entire reputation as an educator on the line. A little harsh, don't you think?”

I shrug, “I'd simply like to handle this already. I figured if your intention was to ruin me, you'd've made a case already.”

He spins slowly side to side in his seat, twirling a pen around his hand, “Who’s to say I don't have one tucked away in my desk?” he chuckles, “I wouldn't put anything past me.”

“Do you?” I ask.

He hums, “I might.” a smile tugs at his lips and he leans forward on his desk, “Have a seat, please.” he watches me intently as I reluctantly sit in the chair on the other side of his desk. He curls his bottom lip and his brows furrow before opening his mouth, “I can't comprehend why a man like you would entertain a relationship with a student.”

He's practically laughing at me, I suppose he doesn't know as much as he thinks he does, “I’m not in a relationship with her.”

He peaks at my response, “You’re not? What would you say your relationship with her would be labeled as?”

I hold my tongue, racking my brain for any mild way to put this, and fail to find one, “Well you clearly know what we did last week, call that what you may.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, strange how I found out though don't you think? All you'd have to do was close the door. I would have walked right past your room, but you didn't.”

I shrug, “I didn't think things would escalate to that.” Lying straight through my teeth.

He nods, “Well you're lucky I’ve always considered us very similar individuals.”

“What do you mean?”

He smirks, “You think you're doing something original? There’s always one, jungkook.” I sigh, not entertained, I didn't come to be reprimanded for my actions like a child. “You’re playing it wrong, all too dangerously.”

I finally let out the sarcastic laugh I’ve been holding in, “please tell me how to ‘play the game’ correctly.”

“Well for starters, I'd like to say it's normal for a man to feel this way, despite any age gaps. So long as she's over the age of consent of course.”

I wince at the thought, “of course she is.”

“Yes of course, and we as educators see hundreds of people a day, thousands a year, and hardly any of them outside of our wall of profession, be it students or teachers. So the likely chance that someone catches your eye and isn't one of those, is slim. The sad reality is so, the more married to your work, the closer you marry your work.” He chuckles at his own joke. “So all i ask from you is three things.”

I sat up in my seat, “please go on, i haven't got all day.”

He nods, “I can't sit here and tell a grown man what to do, but you cannot be so careless. If you're intent on keeping her around, don't interact with each other while you're at work. It’d be one thing if she was simply a student here and not yours, you could just argue you met in other circumstances. But luckily the semester ends soon, until then you can’t waver the professional line.”

“She already knows this.”

“Good, secondly, on the chance you do get caught, I’ve never known anything about this.”

I laugh, “I figured.”

“I've taken it upon myself to look into your personal life, and I'm not fond of blackmail, but consequences to meet these requirements will result in unfavorable things for you.”

“Mhm, wouldn’t want to jeopardize your spotless record.”

He smiles, “Glad we understand each other, and lastly, I want to talk to her.”

I raise an eyebrow, “You want to talk to her?”I shake my head in disbelief, the hoops he’s making me jump through, “Just the two of you? I’m not sure she’ll agree to that.”

He shrugs and heads towards the door, “I don’t care if you’re there or not, it won’t change anything that I do, whether you’re watching or not.” He gives me a shit-eating grin, acting like this purposefully to get under my skin. I’m not a fool, I know what he’s planning to do.

I go throughout the rest of the day lost in my own thoughts, and when the final bell tolls I slouch back in my seat. “Y/N, can I see you for a second?”

I call out to her as she passes my desk and heads for the door. She looks surprised and turns around, “Yes Mr. Jeon?”

I lean forward on my desk, resting my forearms on it as I look around, waiting for the classroom to clear out before glancing back up at her, “Do you have plans tonight?”

She ticks her head to the side, “No, I don’t.”

I nod and sigh, “Okay good, I have someone that wants to meet you.”

“Who?” She asks, puzzled.

I sigh, unsure how much information I can actually trust her with. If I tell her what I’ve gotten myself into she’ll have no reason to go. It’s solely beneficial to me, and if she isn’t interested in seeing another man then that puts me in the worst possible position.

I grin and look up at her, “It’s a surprise. Wear something cute.”

She nods slowly and takes a step away before stopping, “W-where are we going?”

“I’ll pick you up at the bus stop near your house at 10.”

With the details all sorted to her liking she skips off happily to her last class of the day.

I take one last breath before she opens the car door, sitting down and looking at me with a large grin, “Hi.”

I smile back at her, trying not to show my nervousness, “Hi baby.”

She sits back in her seat and blushes as she clicks her seatbelt on, “Are we going to your house?”

I shake my head, “Our guest decided on the location, it's about a half hour away.”

She hums, “That’s kind of far.”

I nod and begin driving, “I know, do your parents know you’re gone?”

She glances at my side profile then looks out the window, “I don’t know.”

I chuckle, “You don’t know? You still live with them don’t you?” She nods silently, and I rack my brain for any thought or memory of ever having seen or met her parents but to no avail. “Are they away a lot?” She shakes her head, clearly not a fan of talking about this but now I'm interested. “Do they not pay much attention to you?”

She chuckles so quietly I almost miss it over the humming of the engine. “You could say that.”

She stays silent the rest of the ride. I had predicted a relatively interrogative ride to the hotel but our conversation at the beginning had put her in some kind of mood.

A few blocks away and already into the city I try to lighten her mood.

I place my hand on her thigh and she falls out of her trance to stare at me for a moment, but quickly falls back into it.

I mentally sigh, wishing it would have been that easy, “Baby.” I call out to her, she looks to me and responds quietly, “You look very pretty. I think our guest will agree.”

She grins and takes the hand I placed into hers and plays with my fingers, “You think?

I grin, eyes on the road, “I think he’d be an idiot not to.”

“So it's a he?”

I hum, “What do you think about that?”

Her lips tug, “Nervous.”

“Nervous? Why are you nervous?” I tick my head.

“Because you're nervous.”

I glance at her then immediately back to the road, “Don't worry about me. We’ll see when we get there.” I pull into the parking of the familiar hotel. I ought to have predicted he'd choose something more opulent like this. He’s always given me “daddy’s money” vibes. Not that his salary couldn't support this as well.

“Woah is this where we’re going?”

I park the car and nod, “Yes, follow me.”

We walk past the automatic doors in the front, revealing a gold and white interior to the building's monotone exterior. I had gotten a text a few hours earlier of a room number, the lady at the desk only looking up from her book for a moment before turning around in her seat.

The elevator ride was also silent, but I can feel her body heat she’s so close to me.

“Come here.” I extend my arm to her and she latches onto it as the elevator dings and I search for the room.

As soon as I find it I knock on the door. I feel her grip on me tighten and the door opens in front of us to reveal the same man I had talked to earlier that day.

Your POV

“Ah, hello y/n.” a man grins at me, ignoring jungkook and extending his hand outwards towards me. “I'm Namjoon, or Mr.Kim.”

I looked from him to Jungkook, and he nods to me so I let my hand become engulfed in his. I don't step away from Jungkook for a second as we enter the hotel room. I have a weird gut feeling but I also have faith that Jungkook would never put me in danger. I’d do anything for him, and if this is a test I know I’ll pass.

Namjoon walks to a table by the window where a glass jar of liquor sits and some shot glasses, “Jungkook?” he offers.

He laughs, sitting us both on a large bed in the center of the room, “You first.”

He smiles at him, “You’re sharper than I thought.” He downs a shot, refills it then hands it to Jungkook as he pours another.

Namjoon then stands with the glass in his hand and meanders towards me, sitting beside me and leaning rather close, to a point where I could smell the cologne. I don't know what scent that is, but it smells like he’s got money.

“Would you like to try it, dear?”

I stare at him and Jungkook speaks up from behind me, “Only do it if you want to, baby.”

Namjoon glances at him with hooded eyes then back to me with a small grin, “Of course, you should never do anything you don't want to.”

I gulp and let go of Jungkook’s arm, taking the small glass with two hands before drinking it.

My face immediately winces like I had eaten an entire lemon and I stick my tongue out. “bleh.”

They both chuckle at my reaction, “First time?” someone asks and I nod, never having drank before.

It settles on my tongue and I find the aftertaste quite nice. “That's not that bad actually.” I say but a displeased expression is still present on my face.

“Here.” Namjoon hands me a water. “Drink this after, as a chaser.”

I untwist the bottle and take a sip, “Is that what you call what you drink after alcohol?”

He grins, “Yes it is, you are a quick learner aren’t you.” I smile up at him and he leans closer, pulling a strand of hair behind my ear and staring at my lips.

This reeks of trouble, but I know Jungkook is beside me. Surely we wouldn't be here if he wasn't in on whatever is happening, right?

Worried nonetheless I pull back and turn to look at him, who’s already staring at me with an unamused face. “W-what's going on?” I ask him.

“Don't be so dense, baby. I think Namjoon is interested in teaching you as well.”

My eyes widen and I grab onto him, “But y-you’re okay with this? Do you want me to do this?”

He grins, “Why would I bring you here if I wasn't? Do what you want baby.”

“I want you.” I insist. I don’t so much care for the other guy. Unless I’m explicitly told to entertain him, I’m not interested, and frankly a little embarrassed.

He stares at me speechlessly, then looks towards Namjoon. “You’ve trained her well.” He says impressed. “Bet she’d do anything you told her.”

I nod, looking up at Jungkook. I place my hand on his thigh, “Anything!”

He bites his lip before speaking to me again, “Even if I told you to let him have you?”

I frown at him, more confused than anything, he told me only a few days ago I was not to have boyfriends or let anyone else touch me, and now he's asking me to do exactly that? “W-why-”

“No why. It's a yes or no question, y/n. Would you?”

I nod determined, “Yes, i-if that's what you want.”

“It is. Now stop staring at me.” He rises from the bed and walks over to the liquor, pouring himself a shot and taking it before sitting in a seat in the corner of the room.

Namjoon crawls in front of me, “Just like he said gorgeous, look at me.” I do as told, committing to the idea that this is what he wants and I want it too.

“W-what are we going to do?” I ask him, still feeling my knowledge on the topic of intimacy is still growing.

He smiles, leaning in so close his nose almost touches mine, “Whatever you'll let me.” He closes the gap and presses his lips onto mine, leaning me downwards until my head hits the pillows. He licks at my lips and a hand comes up to my jaw, massaging it and I knowingly let my mouth fall open and he kisses me with tongue.

I can't remember doing this before, and he grins as if it's obvious, “So cute.”

My cheeks heat all the same, and he kisses me more feverently, his large hands sliding everywhere on my body until one slides into the top of my dress and over my boob, lightly pinching my nipple and causing my back to arch into him.

"Baby likes that huh?” I look at him, my lip gloss reflecting on his lips as well and I hum.“Where else do you like being touched, kitten?”

The nickname confuses me but I answer him the same I’d answer Jungkook. I grab his other hand as he continues to flick at my nub with the other, and lead it down to my very lower stomach, “h-here feels good too.”

He sucks at the skin on my neck rather harshly than Jungkook does and I wince. “This part?” He asks, his hand applying pressure where I put him but that wasn't right.

I shake my head, “no.”

He smiles and bites at my ear, “Then, where?”

I whimper and push his hand further down to my naughty bits, “h-here.”

He hums and adjusts his hand directly over my good spot, pressing his fingers up and down my underwear, “Right here, you said?”

I moan and my body squirms, “y-yeah there.”

He persists, focusing on my chest and his other hand moving up and down until he pauses, removing both hands and pulling my dress up to my waist, completely revealing my lower half.

“Lift your hips baby.” He grabs onto my underwear and takes them off. He then turns to Jungkook, amusedly sat twirling liquid around in a glass, and hands him the garment, “here, it's yours, really.”

He looks up at him sharply, and ignores his gesture. Namjoon chuckles, “Your loss.” He then turns back to me, both hands on either of my knees as he widens my legs, “Wonder why he’s so upset?” He dips his head down between my thighs and my brows furrow, until I feel what must be his tongue. Licking multiple stripes before a finger flicks at the super sensitive part of me in a pattern.The feeling both new and overwhelming has me gasping and the bedsheets crumpling beneath my hands. “Oh f-fuck!”

“What is it baby?” He laughs, quickly resuming.

“F-feels really good.”

He leans his head against my thigh, “Has Jungkook never done this for you?”

I shake my head, glancing at him whose eyes haven't left us, “N-no.”

He grins, “Well that's okay, not every man can do this. Only the good ones.”

I whimper as he continues to touch me, “h-he’s really good.”

“Is he?” I nod, choking on my words. He smirks, “Ask him to try then. You can tell us who's better.”

I look over at Jungkook who’s now sitting on the edge of his seat. “Jungkookie?” I call out to him, “C-can you? Please?”

He twitches in his seat, “You don't seem to need my help baby. She's easy, she’ll come just like this if you let her.”

Namjoon laps at my area rather viciously and I moan out as he pulls back and chuckles, “Yeah, I can tell. Such a sensitive girl.” He coos, pushing a finger in lightly at my entrance and I try to push back the noises in my throat but I fail miserably. “Oh you like that, don't you?” He pushes a finger in all the way and begins to pump it in and out of me, lightly curling his finger.

I shake my head vigorously, “y-yeah, Jungkook taught me.”

He adds a finger and moves faster, “Did he? Did you come on his fingers?”

I nod again, “Y-yes, fuck.” My back arches and it's as if he predicted it, I feel the familiar tightening and burning sensation in my lower stomach, like I’m gonna pee.

He pulls his hand away completely and laughs at me, “Can't have you finishing that easily, can we? It’ll ruin the fun.”

I pout. “I-i was close, please-”

“Why would I let you finish when you’ve barely touched me? Doesn't seem fair does it y/n?”

I shake my head, “No. That's not fair.”

He grins, sliding his bottoms off and completely exposing himself to me. “So baby, what can you do?”

I stare at his dick, very different from Jungkook’s. I guess it never occurred to me they wouldn't all be the same. He's definitely longer but not larger, if that makes sense. “I-i can use my mouth, or my…”

I gesture at the area he left unfinished and he grins, “Do you know that word?”

I shake my head, “Only the medical term, i guess.”

He grins, “Your pussy?”

I wince, not liking that word, and he laughs, “don't like that word?” I shake my head. “Well, you can decide if you'd rather use that or your mouth.”

I'm unsure of the right choice here. Jungkook always tells me what he wants. “What do you want?” I ask him, scooting closer.

He smiles and grips the bottom of my dress, “arms up.” He slides the fabric off of me easily, leaving me completely bare in front of him. He ogled my chest before answering, “Why don't you ride me?”

“Ride, you?”

He nods, leaning against the bed frame and stroking his member with his own hand, “Haven't done that either?” He laughs, “Must be a pretty shit teacher to skip all the fun parts.”

I ignore his comment to Jungkook and simply ask, “H-how do I do that?”

“Come here, like you're going to sit in my lap but don't sit yet.”

I do as told, uncomfortably hovering above his hand that's holding his dick, “okay, now-”

“Now replace my hand.” I do as best I can. “Now sit on it, put it inside you baby.”

I look him in the eyes and he nods, encouraging me to do it. I cautiously sink onto his length, only getting what seems to be a third of the way until it begins to burn a little, then halfway I had to stop. “Ow, fuck.”

He massages my back and hums, “It's alright baby, take your time, you're doing well.”

I slowly sink more and more, my legs growing quickly tired until I collapse down and shove himself in the rest of the way and I cry out.

He moans in my ear and grabs at my ass. “God baby, so fucking tight aren't you?”

“Hurts.” I pout.

He chuckles, “A lot of girls would kill to sleep with a guy like me, you’ll learn to like it. Pain feels good doesn't it baby?”

I take some breaths and it starts to feel much better, I nod my head and he chuckles, “Lean into me, let me help.”

I do as told and he begins to push in and out of me, thrusting harshly but keeping most of himself inside of me. I can feel myself growing hotter, feeling how deep inside of me he reaches and rubs against my walls.

I whimper and bite at his neck as a distraction but this seems to encourage him, thrusting harder and faster and I yelp.

He groans and halts suddenly, flipping us around to where I’m on my back and he’s between my legs, “Fuck if this is how you feel now I can't imagine how you felt your first time.”

I don't know what he means but he doesn't give me any time to ponder his words as he fucks into me aggressively.

I mumble incoherent things as he groans beside my ear, “Gripping onto me so tight, so fucking wet too, just like a whore, got another man watching me fuck you and everything.” He whispers and chuckles, “Tell me, is he watching you get fucked?”

I force my eyes open for a moment and glance at where Jungkook is, staring off at the ground. “N-no.” I mewl.

He growls, “Can’t stand to see it can he? His baby with another guys dick in her?” He laughs, “I know I’d be pissed.”

He continues to thrust into me, one arm balancing himself and the other reaches down to my sensitive area. He begins to rub and flick at it and my back arches as I moan loud.

He cusses in response to my walls tightening erratically, before he moans loudly and stills inside of me. “Fuck.”

He thrusts a few more times before pulling out, and aiming his member towards me as he paints my face and stomach white.

It surprises me and I close my eyes until I feel him lay next to me.

I slowly open them back up and glance around, Jungkook looks away as soon as my eyes meet his, and Namjoon rests beside me with his eyes closed and an arm across his forehead.

He's the first to speak, “Don't you know what to do?”

I shake my head and he chuckles, “Well I’d tell you but I’m not your teacher.” He stands and begins redressing himself. He walks to the bathroom for a moment and fixes his hair before digging into his pockets for a card. “I have the room until 11am tomorrow, do with it what you will.” He grins and tosses it at Jungkook before walking out of the room.

The entire thing happens too fast for me to catch up and it leaves me puzzled.

I look at Jungkook who’s still avoiding eye contact. “Jungkook?” He hums. “What do I do?”

He sighs, “Either grab a wet towel or take a shower.”

I nod and slide off the bed and head into the bathroom. I look around, only a hand towel was out so I grab that, wet it and begin to wipe the white substance off of me.

Once I think I have it all I head back out and stand in front of Jungkook, covering myself best I could, “d-did I get it all?”

His eyes slide over me darkly, looking me up and down before settling on my face, “missed a spot, on your cheek.”

I turn around and wipe at my cheek, “did i get it?”

He nods, and I continue to stand there. “What are you waiting for? Get dressed.”

I frown, “b-but, I’m not finished.”

He looks at me confused, “Not finished?”

I shake my head, “n-need you to touch me.”

He exhales and chuckles, “You didn't get to finish did you baby?”

I pout, “No, didn't let me.”

“Aw.” He coos, getting up from his seat. “Talked all that shit and he left you unfinished? Not much of a man after all, I guess.”

I agree and let him back me up to the bed. “w-will you, please?”

He grins down at me, “I can't say no to your begging, y/n.”

I smile and pull the back of his neck in for a kiss, which he only lets me have for a moment, “Face the bed.” I frown, wanting to kiss him more but I do as I’m told, “Get on it, stay on your knees and put your elbows on the bed.”

The position is weird to me but exposes me perfectly to him. What I can't see is the large grin across his face.

“So pretty baby, do you know how pretty you are?”

I hum contently and feel his slick tongue against my folds. “Still wet too, but not as wet as I get you.”

I shake my head, “You’re much better. He was too mean, too hard.”

He coos, circling a finger against my hole, “At least now you know what other men are like. He’s the epitome of every guy your age.”

“What do you me-” I’m cut off by two of his fingers sliding in at a delicious angle, and pulling them back out slowly, scissoring them before dipping them back in. “God Jungkook.”

He smiles as he watches me, “No one can worship you like me baby. They can't make you feel this good.”

I nod, “F-feel so good.”

He hums, picking up the pace, “I’m sure it does baby.”

It doesn't take but a minute more of his work until the feeling comes back, and he notices the way I tighten around his fingers so he adds a third and his tongue.

“Fuck Jungkook.” I whimper. “T-too much too much.”

“You can take it baby, let it go.”

Only a few seconds more of his relentless actions and I’m cumming against him, hard.

My body easily falls limp and I curl myself up in the sheets, feeling exhausted and worn out.

Jungkook disappears into the bathroom for a few moments, then he reappears beside me, towel in hand as he uncovers my lower half and wipes at my area. I whine and try to move him away, “let me y/n.” I snuggle into his leg and relent, allowing him to touch me until he stops, “I have your clothes, do you want to put them back on?”

I shake my head, not wanting to move another muscle until I at least get a good nap in.

Jungkook begins to stand again but I tug on his arm, “Stay with me, please.”

He sighs, “Let me take you home baby.”

“Why? So I can be alone again?” I snap at him, feeling emotional and tired. “I'm so fucking tired of being left.” I whisper, muffled against the pillows.

He pauses for a moment before walking away. I sigh, letting my body go limp against the bed. I shouldn't have put that onto him, or let myself think he has any reason to stay.

The lights shut off and he shuffles back into the bed beside me, not settling until he hands me something, “put this on please, you’ll get cold like that.”

It registers in my tired brain that he's handing me his shirt, and I look over at him, shirtless and barely in view due to the dark room. The only light from the barely covered window’s city lights, and I feel as if I’m about to burst into tears.

“a-are we staying here?”

He nods, also seeming rather tired, “Yes baby, all night.”

I feel a tear run down my cheek and I turn my back to him, wiping it away before sliding the shirt on.

I let myself fall back onto the bed, he pulls me close, his chest pressed against my back and he inhales my strawberry shampoo. “Thank you.”

I hum, “why are you thanking me? I really should be thanking you, thank you.”

He shakes his head, “You don't deserve anything happening to you. Including me.

I chuckle, “I know.”

He exhales, “I don't mean it like that, baby. I mean you're better than all of this.”

I let a silence settle around us. My brain runs circles around the question I know I shouldn't ask. “I want to say something but I’m afraid it'll scare you.”

He pulls me closer, “You couldn't scare me if you tried.”

I smile, “Do you think we could've had a real shot, if we had met under different circumstances?”

He pauses, “I do.” He kisses my shoulder and mumbled something about how I should go to sleep, but I was already halfway there, and soon after I am comfortably curled up in his arms, sleeping peacefully against his chest above the city lights. and for once I feel wanted.

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machiot · 2 months

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✧ nachlophobia: the fear that your deepest connections with people are ultimately pretty shallow.

obscure sorrows | also asked by @twistedisciple cw: parental neglect engage spoilers!

You don't remember exactly when it happened, but one day you looked at one of your (many) brothers and thought to yourself, "I wish you were dead."

He hadn't done anything in particular that day to inspire this feeling, either. You had simply seen him lazing around as per usual and become overwhelmed with the feeling if you had even one less brother, your mother would have been more willing to look at you. If it hadn't been for them, she would open her eyes and realize how good you were at helping her. She would hold you in her arms and say, "How glad I am for you, Marni! You've done so well! Mama is wrong for not seeing it until now! I love you so much!" You would hug her back and forgive her. She had just gotten a little distracted, is all.

You didn't realize your mother had been thinking the same thing about you.

No, worse than dead, she didn't care about what happened to you at all. When she left you behind at that church, she hadn't turned around even once. Even as you had wailed and cried, priest clutching your shoulders ("Come now, child! Lord Sombron doesn't like children who cry!"), she had not once looked back. The second she let go of your hand, you had all but ceased to exist in her mind. To the woman who had carried you in her womb for nine months, you were as easily forgotten as yesterday's garbage.

But it's okay! You have a new family now and they're better than your old family ever was!

Zephia is better than your old mom in every way. She praises you and knows how to make the best use of your talents. You're stronger than other people and she knows it. You'll do anything if it means she'll tell you that you did a good job and she always does.

Griss and Mauvier are kind of like your older brothers. Mauvier is a bit of a stick in the mud and you don't really get Griss, but they're still way better than your old brothers. They aren't nearly as useless as your brothers and although you complain, you really don't mind being sent on missions with them. What's a little bickering between siblings, right?

The Four Hounds are a family.

Even if Mauvier gets kicked out for helping the Divine Dragon, didn't you always say you wanted one less brother, anyway? He was always a bore, so it's fine. You don't need him in your family. Your family can just be you, Griss, and Zephia.

You like being a Hound. You love having a family. Zephia welcomes you back with open arms even when you hesitate. You don't always get along, but that's okay, too. You have each other and that's what matters.

How, then, are you supposed to look at someone so desperately reaching for her own family and tear her hand away?

She isn't part of your family, much less someone you'd call your friend. You honestly don't even like her that much. You've even called her boring to her face before. But after hearing about her life, after seeing your own yearning reflected in her, isn't it just too cruel to rip away that happiness from her?

It is not a Hound's place to question their master, merely wag their tail and roll over on command, but a treasonous question passes your lips anyway: "Doesn't Lady Veyle deserve a family, too?"

(Even if you never said it out loud, did your mother also sense you were thinking such thoughts? Is that why she decided to get rid of you? If you hadn't gotten greedy, would she have been content to just ignore you within her home?)

How quickly you lose your place in this family. You must have a real talent for this, considering this is the second time it's happened to you.

Your "mother" leaves you to bleed out on the floor. She'll probably forget about you soon, just like last time.

Your "brother" stands back and lets it happen. You always did resent your brothers for never helping out.

And the only person who cradles your body as it goes cold is the very person you had ousted from your flimsy excuse of a family only minutes prior.

#🎀 drabbles #engage spoilers //#parental neglect cw //#//tossing me a brick and i throw it back twice as fast

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little-dandelionn · 5 months

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zuko has one of the best character developments in tv history

(this "essay" has been on hold for like 3 months but i've finally finished it, so enjoy!)

i will literally fight people on this, he's one of my favorite tv characters ever. now, i've rewatched avater the last airbender probably over 10 times in full, so i would say i have a pretty good idea of his character development. i want to preface this by saying, like everything else i post here, this is just my opinion. please feel free to add your own opinions and comments! now, into the world of avatar:

i think it's important to start from the very beginning, when zuko was just a kid. we don't see much of his childhood from before azula was born, but i think it's safe to assume he was loved and praised by both of his parents before she came around. if you've seen the show, then you know a lot of zuko's character in the first season and part of the second season is desperately trying to win his father's acceptance and approval.

we see zuko slowly becoming more and more jealous of azula in the flashbacks to his childhood, watching her become his father's favorite. a great example of this is the flashback where azula showcases her firebending abilities to firelord azulon, and she quietly taunts zuko when she is praised by her father and grandfather. zuko gets agitated and wants to show off his own skills to prove himself, but is unable to produce a powerful flame like azula. he's embarrassed, and feels inferior to azula (season 2, ep. 7: zuko alone). there are plenty more examples of this sort of thing but i'm not going to get into it.

another thing that really created the divide between zuko and azula and ozai, was zuko's relationship with his mother. while his mother loved both azula and zuko, she obviously favored zuko. i don't think this is necessarily a bad thing, but each child being favored by a different parents definitely creates a sort of rivalry. i know she favored zuko because of the way he was treated by his father, but i don't think it made things any easier for him because it just reminded him how much he disappointed his father.

obviously, a big turning point for zuko was when he was challenged to an agni kai by ozai, which really stuck the idea that the only thing he ever wanted to do was please his father, and in his attempt to do so he was banished instead. we see a flashback of this battle in season 1, episode 12: the storm. the thing is though, the cause of the agni kai was because zuko simply spoke out of turn at a war meeting, which really shows how ozai thought of zuko, though it was no secret to begin with.

moving onto season one, obviously we see the result of zuko's childhood trauma in the very first episode. the only thing he wants to do, or thinks he wants to do, is to earn his father's approval. he's desperate to find and capture the avatar, simply because he wants to be accepted. i think it's easy to see that deep down, zuko is not a bad person. he's angry and he feels rejected by the person who is supposed to love and support him. even in the first couple of episodes, you can tell he's not truly like that. take the middle of the first episode, for instance. he tells iroh that he needs to find the avatar, because his honor relies on it. you can see from his character design that he has bags under his eyes, and he just looks and sounds exhausted. i think he's just so tired of being angry all the time (season 1, episode 1: the boy in the iceberg).

throughout the entire first season, you can see more and more of zuko's past come out, like in the episode mentioned in the previous paragraph. it's not until the final episode of the first season that we start to see zuko's true self start to come out. when zuko and zhao are fighting and zhao slips, zuko's automatic response is to hold out a hand to him, forgetting about the fight. of course, zhao is stubborn and doesn't take it, and dies, but this tiny gesture kind of starts to show what sort of person zuko really is, even if it's for only a split second. another instance from this episode is when iroh tells zuko he is surprised he's not so focused on capturing aang at that moment, to which zuko simply replies that he is tired. it makes me think that he's starting to slowly realize he doesn't really want to capture the avatar, he's only doing it to, once again, please his father and earn back his honor.

as we move onto the second season, we can see zuko's development really start to pick up. in season 2, episode 1: the avatar state, azula visits iroh and zuko, telling them that ozai wants them to come home, only for them to find out later that they were going to be taken at prisoners. at the end of the episode, iroh and zuko cut off their top knots, seemingly signifying a sort of newfound freedom from the control that they've felt from ozai. what i mean by "control" is not necessarily real, physical control but moreso emotional control. even when he wasn't there, ozai still had somewhat of a hold over zuko, the "promise" of his honor back, the "promise" of his love and support. by zuko cutting off his top knot, it kind of shows that zuko is beginning to be less afraid of his father's power, and is starting to let go of the idea that he needs to earn his honor back. he's slowly starting to see his father for who he truly is, with less doubt in his mind that his father doesn't truly care about him.

another big step in zuko's journey of development and self discovery was in season two, episode five: avatar day, when zuko decides to travel alone "to find [his] way in life". i love that he's still at the beginnings of his development but it's becoming really clear as to where he's headed characterwise. after all he does for lee's family, which granted, isn't much but is still something, he's shunned away from them when it's revealed he is a firebender and prince of the firenation. these interactions are extremely important in aiding his development: it would be extremely unrealistic if everyone just accepted him as a firebender even though he helped the town. from a moral perspective, it feels as though the people of the town should be grateful for his help, but at the same time the townspeople have valid reasons to be angry and afraid of any firebender that might pass through, especially one from the royal family.

the next major event for zuko's development was in season two, episode seventeen: lake laogai. this is the episode in which zuko makes the bold decision to set appa free after finding him in the undergrounds of ba sing se, as well as finally giving up his guise as the blue spirit. starting with the obvious, setting appa free lets more of zuko's true self come out, and while he still holds a lot of anger, resentment, and trauma towards a lot of things, he ultimately decides to do the right thing to help team avatar. as for his blue spirit persona: this is the first time i'm mentioning it here, but it was a thing within the first two seasons, though moreso in the second season. the blue spirit is something that's like a persona, someone zuko can be when being himself just gets to be too much, something to hide behind. zuko throwing away the mask once and for all is a good representation of him not wanting to hide anymore.

this leads into quite possibly one of the most important moments of the series: when azula kills aang in the avatar state, and gives zuko credit for it. in season two, episode twenty: the crossroads of destiny, zuko finds azula in ba sing se, and when given the choice between azula and iroh, he chooses azula. he chooses an attempt to what he thinks is regaining his honor. this moment was an excellent way to show that no matter how much growth he may have had over the first two seasons, at the time, he ultimately still cared so much about satisfying his family that he threw away everything he had built up to in that moment just to please them.

moving onto season three, beginning with the first episode. zuko and azula have made it back to the fire nation, but zuko is still wary because he has a strong feeling that aang is alive. his instinct is right, of course. but i also think he feels wary about being home because even though his father has congratulated him and says he's proud of zuko, he still doesn't feel like he "deserves" to be there, 1) because he didn't really kill aang and 2) because i don't think being home with his family quite sits right with him after everything he's experienced on the road. he also deeply regrets betraying iroh in that split-second decision he made to side with azula.

one of the biggest turning points for zuko is in season 3, episode 11: the day of black sun, part 2: the eclipse. zuko confronts his father and tells him that the avatar is likely alive, and how he only ever wanted ozai to love him. it's at this point that zuko truly lets go of his desire to please his father, because he realizes ozai is truly a bad person. he vows to help aang learn firebending and to help team avatar defeat ozai. after this encounter, zuko has finally stopped trying to please his family, and begins his journey to find and help aang.

eventually he finds the gaang and joins them to teach aang firebending. katara is the least trustful of him, though she learns to trust him after he takes her to find the man that murdered her mother. zuko also gains the trust of toph, even after he accidentally burned her feet, the trust of sokka, by taking him to the boiling rock to save his father, and the trust of aang, by going with him to learn the true root of firebending. all of these events together really emphasize how desperate zuko was to prove that he no longer wanted to harm aang.

this is proved even more when aang suddenly goes missing before sozin's comet, and zuko leads the search to find aang. while they do not find him, june leads him and the rest of the gaang to the order of the white lotus, where he reconciles with iroh. he feels immense remorse for abandoning iroh, and of course iroh, being the amazing guy he is, says that he was never angry with zuko, he was only afraid that he had lost his way.

the final moment in the show that cements zuko's development is in the final two episodes: season 3, episode 20: sozin's comet, part 3: into the inferno and season 3, episode 21: sozin's comet, part 4: avatar aang. during this episode, zuko engages in a comet-enhanced agni kai against azula. he is able to use the skills he learned from when he learned of the true roots of firebending from the dragons, and that ultimately helped him win the agni kai. azula was fighting zuko with anger, while zuko was fighting with composure. this also showed how the recent events had changed the two characters: azula was known to be calm and calculated, while zuko was known to have a short temper.

however, without katara's intervention, zuko would not have won against azula. as azula was preparing to strike zuko with lightning, she notices katara behind zuko and attempts to strike her instead. she fails, as zuko jumps in front of katara to save her. as zuko struggles to recover from the strike, katara realizes that it is up to her to finish the battle. she freezes azula in a block of ice and chains her to a sewer grate, ultimately finishing azula off. she had finally gone insane and was just so exhausted of everything.

the reason this moment helped to cement zuko's development is because before, zuko was never one to accept help. he always felt that he needed to do everything on his own, and the fact that he was able to let katara finish the battle for him says a lot about his development. not only did he accept the help, he truly no longer cares about "getting credit" for winning the battle.

before i end this, i want to take a moment to talk about this idea of "honor" that zuko seems to have throughout the series. as we've already clearly established, he wants to please his father. but what does this honor really mean to him? to me, i think it changes throughout the series. throughout his childhood and the first season, his honor means making not only his father proud, but the fire nation. he had all this pressure of being prince of the fire nation, and i think he was terrified of disappointing the fire nation, because he's simply not like them. although he was raised with the idea that trying to take over the world and win the war was "good," i still don't think he ever really believed it like his father or sister did. i think that's likely the doing of his mother, who kept him grounded. she likely did not approve of the war and the fire nation's plans either.

during season one, i think his idea of honor mostly stays the same, although i think it shifts a little bit. while he still wants to please his father, it's more desperate, and i think he's starting to feel the exhaustion of trying to be perfect for ozai.

in season two, his perspective of what honor means to him begins to shift a bit more. he's on his own for the very first time and he gets to think about his childhood. as season two progresses, i think honor begins to mean that he should honor himself and his own values rather than whatever his father wants him to do.

finally, in season 3, his idea of honor is concrete. he has finally gotten to a place where he doesn't feel like he needs ozai's approval to gain his honor. he has finally realized that to gain his honor back, he needs to respect himself and his own values.

all in all, zuko is one of my favorite animated characters ever created and as you can probably tell, i think he has one of the best developments of a character in tv history. thank you for (hopefully) reading this, and i'll see y'all in a couple months probably!

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