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SMASH ACADEMY'S POP-UP KINK MEME
What, pray tell, is a pop-up kink meme? How is this any different than a normal kink meme?
A kink meme that- rather than staying in one spot, collecting dust for months- pops up bi-monthly to keep things fresh and exciting!
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What, pray tell, is a pop-up kink meme? How is this any different than a normal kink meme?
A kink meme that- rather than staying in one spot, collecting dust for months- pops up bi-monthly to keep things fresh and exciting!
( AND THE REST OF THIS POOP CAN GO BEHIND A CUT )
She kept using that terminology, kept saying that everything wasn’t black and white. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew how things worked and he certainly didn’t need her, of all people, trying to lecture him. She hadn’t for a while and when she did, it was brief. Her behavior was naturally suspicious to begin with. When she stopped taking the effort to scold him for his, it only made the natural paranoia creep up.
He wasn’t sure when it had deeply rooted itself into him, but no matter what direction he turned in, he felt it looming over his shoulders. Like a commanding presence that had nothing better to do than to control him. But he wasn’t so easily controlled, or so he wanted to believe. When he truly considered the situation, however, and when he thought back to the past, he had to recollect Cole. Chancellor Cole had controlled him and he’d let it happen.
But he hadn’t known the results beforehand. He hadn’t known that Malladus would withhold on him. If he had, however, would any of his plans have changed? He… couldn’t say. And when he was faced with the current predicament, he didn’t want to give it thought. There were more pressing matters to attend to. Specifically the redhead who was ahead of him.
Had she said anything? He didn’t think so. But he did know that she was only ahead of him by a few paces. He couldn’t readily remember where she was leading them, but he thought it best to just assume she was completing her task of making his life a living Hell. She did it well, after all. Everything she did drove him in the direction of insanity and it wasn’t completely rage, which frustrated him all the more. Part of it was anger. A bit of it was sincerity at its finest where he truly cared about her as a whole. But most of it was infuriating.
Every step she took resulted in her hair shifting this way and that. Her locks were about as fickle as he considered himself to be as a person. He had become accustomed to her companionship, however, and even knowing it to be a glaring weakness, things simply weren’t the same without her present. In a respect, she might have been entertainment for him, but while he was cruel, he didn’t think himself to be that cruel. Not yet anyway, and he knew it could only be a matter of time before such a thing happened.
She was stiff. She had been, most recently. When she spoke, when she gestured, something had seemed off. What used to be simple conversations and phrases for her to say were suddenly taken from her and replaced with something too complicated. Byrne hadn’t wanted to even get involved. But then he hadn’t wanted to get involved in the first place. Why, in the name of the goddesses, had he ever wandered into her classroom? It only took one time before someone could be imprinted in another’s mind. She had made hers, even without flirtatious movements and gestures. And though she didn’t look any different now, he still detected something odd about her entire composure.
But she hadn’t said anything to him, and he hadn’t asked.
As he glanced away from her, his eyes surveyed their surroundings. They’d passed the dormitories and the library. He still had no idea what she was planning or where she’d intended to drag him off to this time. When his eyes stopped on the entryway to the greenhouse, however, he found himself stopping. Specifically stopping, as though to judge the situation. His right hand rose and found the base of his chin, even through his scarf.
She hadn’t noticed, for she’d double-backed to him a few moments later. “What is it?”
He gestured in front of him wordlessly. Slightly amused by the confused expression she gave him, he watched her head toward the entryway and followed dutifully after, as though he were nothing greater than a puppy dog. Byrne knew what it was, though. He’d made an effort to know where and what everything was. Just in case she ever decided she wanted to go somewhere, so he could simply say ‘no’. This time, however, would be different.
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All it’d taken to silence her was a firm grasp upon the wrist and a simple jerk into a plethora of ferns, shrubs, and looming trees that had yet to be transplanted. He hid them both behind a wall of leaves and when he was certain no one could see them, he sufficiently cornered her, closing the distance between them with each moment that passed.
“How rude,” she chided him. “If you didn’t want to hear about it, you should have just said something. This was unnecessary.”
The hand donning his gauntlet lifted and as gently as he could muster, for he was not a gentle man by any means, he traced the sharp tips over her jaw line. Her neck followed shortly after and he was not so tender there. The claw of the forefinger pressed against her dark flesh and prevented her from struggling, which he was certain to be a possibility the further they proceeded with this conversation. He knew her, after all, and seemed to know her better than anyone else had. At least, with regards to anything in the physical means.
“Making me wait so long is unnecessary,” was his reply, as cold as most of his other words.
He watched her hesitate and knew without a doubt that she was well aware of the direction he had headed. So he watched her in all of her glorious silence, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, the way a subtle shade of pink began to fill her cheeks. Nabooru was, of course, nothing short of a stellar creature. He’d never seen anything quite like her, and that had been a part of the appeal. For to see a creature only once and want so badly to simply possess her must have meant something.
Or Byrne had simply gone a century too long without the power that came with watching someone writhe beneath him. Because of him.
“Speechless?” he asked in a tone that made it sound less like a question and more like an observation as he leaned his head in closer.
He wasn’t interested in making conversation, though. For as sick as his idle curiosity was that she had made him wait for so long, he was far more intrigued by the idea of how she’d arch this way and that when he took from her what he coveted so dearly. Did she even know what that had done to him? To hear that she’d never indulged in such a way? How he’d longed to simply take it from her that day and it had been the perfect opportunity. But he’d been held back by his sentimental attachment to her. He could do away with all of that, however.
If… she’d… just…
Give in.
“You know why I won’t,” she said quietly, in a pitch that spelled her much more composed than he believed she truly was. “You know why I can’t.”
Her hands had found his chest, probably to keep him at arm’s length. He wouldn’t be deterred. He’d seen how she’d looked at him. He’d seen it many times before. Nabooru was not above him. She was not immune to the charms of intimacy and given that it was a road not traveled, he could only imagine how she must have thought of it often, how she must have wondered what it was like, how she must have dreamt of it with him. Perhaps he was inflating his own ego, however, which was easy to do with a man of his caliber.
“That isn’t good enough any longer,” he replied.
The claw forefinger pressed further into her dark skin, the beautiful contrast between the two of them together. Nabooru was like the night and he was like the day. She stiffened and he felt a rush of power course his veins by the simple reaction. Yes. He could get her to react. If he did each thing accordingly, he didn’t have to care about how she felt, though a small part of him did anyway. He could use her body against her, for no matter what her words might have said, it was the delightful hourglass figure beneath his literal grasp that would tell him the truth of the matter.
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He would map her out. Nabooru was akin to an unconquered territory, which he defined as perfectly free for the taking, as long as he could convince her that it was for a worthy cause. Manipulative indeed, but she had pushed him to that point. If only she’d given into him sooner. If only he hadn’t bothered to grow so completely enamored with her. If only this, that, and the other thing. He felt pathetic when it came to her sometimes. She didn’t have to do much to garner his attention and while she may not have completely had his favor, he was disliking her less. She was, in other words, becoming quite troublesome. She’d been troublesome before, of course, but now she was beginning to evolve into an obstacle. And eventually that would need to be dealt with.
“I’m not yours to do with… as you please,” Nabooru scolded him. “This isn’t a good idea. You don’t want what will come out of this. You have to believe me, Byrne.”
She’d spoken too much. She always did this. He always had to stop her in one way or another. Sometimes it was by way of venomous words. Sometimes it was physical means. He’d have to do it again, but there were worse things, he supposed in hindsight. She could have introduced him to more idiotic people who made him want to rip out his hair.
The right hand withdrew only long enough to draw down his scarf of the olive green. A few more moments ensued and with her so well behaved beneath his gauntlet, it was no grand difficulty to capture her lips for his own. He enjoyed kissing her. He enjoyed it more when there was no tension, but in order for him to get what he really wanted, he had to work through the strain first. He knew it. She probably knew it. She could only resist for so long. And he would have preferred to win her over rather than simply betraying her trust in such a repulsive way.
For anyone else he wouldn’t have been so kind.
There was resistance, which he’d anticipated, but the more tender he acted with her, the quicker she was to soften against him. The hands upon his chest were no longer pushing him away. They weren’t pulling him closer either, but he had the suspicion that she’d believed she could simply distract him away from his ultimate accomplishment.
With the coercion of a knee between her legs, he forced them apart. He’d suffocate her with himself if he had to, and to claim he didn’t want to feel her supple curves against him would have been a falsehood. Her uncertainty and hesitance thrilled him. Her resistance reminded him of his empowering position. The ever so slight tremors she exposed made his insides sing with pride. He hadn’t lost his touch at all. It’d simply been dormant and required the fiery red hair of a maiden so disgustingly pure that it put a majority of him to shame.
He’d nearly pressed all of himself to her. He left her bust the slightest bit free, so he might sneak fingertips beneath the white fabric of her top. How did she manage to keep it so well attached to her anyway? If he were any sort of conversationalist, he’d consider asking her one day. Over the swell of her left breast his fingers moved, careful and meticulous that not one part would feel less worthy than the others. Up until, at least, he found her nipple.
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As if out of compassion, he released her lips in favor of feathering his over her skin. There was only the slightest curve that exposed his triumph. But this had only been one step on the ladder that was certain to be akin to a taxing battle of many in a war. He could feel the heat emanating from her flesh. She was blushing and while he didn’t look, he knew it was in abundance. If she reddened so, however, then she would leave no more pink for the remainder of the world.
How amusing. Black and white, indeed, Nabooru. Except where all of the shades of grey remain.
The tip of his nose following the graceful arch of her neck, past the lobe of her ear and the elegant jewelry she wore there. And as his teeth grazed over ever so fragile skin, he was rewarded with a gasp, which only spurred him to bite. It was only once, but he was so well acquainted with the body that he knew of places where in mere seconds, pain could turn to pleasure. For certainly by the time he was done, she would be begging for him to take her.
And he would. With pleasure.
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Wow.
I have no words.
*_* THIS IS THE GREATEST THING EVER.
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