#: /‏‏‎ all these minor feelings … answer ! '

[alexanderwales]

This one has been going around a bit, and there are a few comments to the effect of "timestamps on spells mean you can use infinite spells" or "unique wizard codes to make every spell unique", and ...

I think I understand the instinct to do this, to "solve" the idea. You put yourself in the shoes of a wizard, and you think about how you would go about breaking open the seams of magic so that you can cast the fireball you want rather than the weird, awkward fireball that takes you five attempts to cast.

However, if "append garbage or UID" were a valid solution, then the entire conceit would just evaporate. It's the kind of "solution" that would not be sufficiently interesting to include in a story. If you were writing a novel and had this system set up, and a character came along and gave this as their answer, and they were right then the reader would immediately ask "wait, why has no one thought of this before?" AND you wouldn't get any of the elements of tension.

So if I were actually building a system that needed to work for a story, something that was built out enough that the reader could feel like they understood the language, it would need to be built with some considerations in mind:

It must not be possible to easily replicate a spell.

Every part of the spell specification must "do something", even if what it does is relatively minor.

The language must be complicated enough that new techniques can be discovered over time through great effort.

The earliest people to use the system cannot have simply learned everything about it right away.

I don't consider this to be an easy design problem for a system that's going to live in a story, especially since if you make it completely exposed to the reader, there's a risk that some reader who is more dedicated or clever will come along and "solve" it.

When I was a kid, everyone was worried about "peak oil". There were rapidly depleting reserves! Even if consumption stayed steady, less oil was going to be tapped over time, it was simply a question of resource extraction, and that meant prices were going to soar!

But in fact this was more a tug-of-war between depletion and extraction, one that had been going on for a long time. So what happened to peak oil? Maybe it was shale oil and NGL, maybe it was fracking, maybe it was just that production doesn't actually follow a bell curve. Maybe the science that gave us "peak oil" was just wrong, and while the principle that we would eventually deplete all reserves must be correct, the actual understanding of what the oil reserves are was flawed.

This was the kind of thing I wanted in the system though, a tug-of-war, a tension, wizards spending more and more time trying to figure out new ways to create the same effects, getting more and more esoteric, upping the skill level and knowledge-base necessary to become an effective spellcaster.

And this is very tough to design. If you want a puzzle to solve, it's that one, the design problem of a system of spellcasting that has that feature.

Spells are a non-renewable resource. One a spell has been cast, it can never be cast again.

But thankfully, what counts as a unique spell is permissive, and very early on in the history of wizardry, wizards found many ways to use the arcane language to specify a similar effect even if the wording was different.

And still, spells were a non-renewable resource.

There are only so many ways to call forth a beam of lancing light, only a limited number of methods of purifying food to make it safe to eat. Soon it became necessary for the wizards to start casting spells that weren't quite what they wanted: a beam of light that arced to the left, a purifying spell that added a bitter taste, some changes cosmetic and others very functional.

And still, spells were a non-renewable resource.

Wizardry was divided into ages by the historiographers. The First Age was the age of plenty, when wizards could make minor tweaks to the spells and cast as much as they liked. The Second Age was the age of modification, when wizards were jumping through hoops and using methods with side effects. But the Third Age was the age of decay, when so many spells had been used that only the oddballs were left. It was impossible to cast anything even remotely resembling a fireball, not even one that hooked to the left and exploded with sharp green shards.

It came to be that few wizards could produce a spell on their first attempt. They would try, only to discover that someone else had already taken their idea and the spell does not work. They would try again, only to discover that their second idea had also been taken. Wizard battles, which had once been glorious light shows, were reduced to two wizards standing in a field trying to be the first one to stumble upon a spell that had never been cast before.

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Here are some plot hooks:

Wizards jealously guard their knowledge, fearful that someone will learn of a "seam" of untapped spells, but they also write down every spell they know to have been cast, to reduce their search space. Obviously this trove of knowledge is highly valuable.

The existence of spell "seams", which are really just collections of spells that work off the same cluster of discrete variations, mean that wizards tend to be very specialized. The Sheep Wizard knows eight hundred ways of turning someone into a sheep, because he's studied that area of the arcane language extensively, as well as historical precedents that have been ruled out. The natural enemy of a Sheep Wizard is, of course, another Sheep Wizard.

During the Second Age, a group of wizards get together to deliberately reduce the spell-space, largely in the hopes of reducing the capacity of wizard-kind for making war. Their work largely consists of sitting around casting as many fireballs as they can, depleting all options for everyone else.

During the Third Age, a group of wizards gets together and in the spirit of mutual cooperation begins to define "spell blocks", a collection of spells that a single wizard is entitled to and all other wizards agree not to use. When you become a wizard, you're given a thousand spells which are thought to still be valid, and will lose your license to practice wizardry if you cast any spells that are outside your block. This is difficult to enforce, rife with accusations and suspicion, but is thought to be better than nothing.

During the Fourth Age, a group of "wizards" (none of whom have ever actually cast a spell) are working on the arcane language in the hopes of a revival. As the age of hoarded knowledge has mostly passed, they're able to get their hands on many books that weren't previously available. One day, they invent a new form of specification that allows hundreds of thousands of new spells, re-igniting wizardry.

[night-raven-tattler]

Just... Just Mc asking Jamil, Trey, Idia and Sebek to do the "painting your nails with your s\o eye color"

I'VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH THIS AND WOULD BE SO CUTE IN YOUR WRITING (。´Д⊂)

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Hello 🌙! This is an adorable request and Mx Tattly lives for this kind of romantic fluff. Thank you for your request!

Nailing that new look!

Characters: Trey, Jamil, Idia, Sebek × GN!Reader (romantic, separate)

Warnings: minor chapter 6 spoilers, mentions of food in Trey's part, implied body issues in Idia's part

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Trey was hard at work, his hands kneeding into the dough and his arms flexing with strain

Despite his physical effort, he was in high spirits, smiling to himself as he looked at the dough in his hands- or, better said, his hands in the dough

His nails were, for the first time in his life, adorning nail polish

But not any nail polish, but one the color of your eyes

Cater was there when you showed Trey a thread on Magicam that showed a cute trend, lovers painting their nails with the color of each other's eyes, and how much you seemed to enjoy the idea

But you didn't dare to ask outright - maybe Trey wasn't comfortable with that kind of thing, which you respected

Yet, the moment you were gone, Trey turned towards Cater and asked him to help find nail polish that matched your eyes and his eyes...

Trey's smile grew even fonder at the memory as he finished with the dough, putting it aside to rest

He was working on some rolls he could hopefully greet you with later...

"Someone's been in a good, spoiling mood lately."

Your voice rung pleasantly in the wing and in Trey's mind as you took a bite out of his rolls

"They're my favorite flavor, too. How did you know?"

Trey grinned as he saw you wipe your mouth the cream with a tissue, his eye color complimenting your nails quite nicely

"I guess I was really lucky this time, huh?"

You huffed in amusement at his answer, both of you knowing he was not honest

But he was smiling in content with the way you almost seemed to show off your nails whenever he looked at you

And you also looved very pleased with yourself when he reached to wipe some cream off your face with his thumb, his nails clearly showing off the color of your eyes

Despite it being a trend, it was like a secret between the two of you

A discreet exchange of words of love between the two of you

『••✎••』

The Scarabia boy didn't really keep up with trends, and internet culture memes usually flew over his head

But you never cared about that, and always explained things to Jamil in group settings so he wouldn't feel too out of the loop

Yet, he kept hearing you talk about this one trend with your friends, a trend you yet had to explain to him, which made him curios enough to look it up himself

As he was reading the first article that popped up, a small devious grin started adorning his face

The master of always being one step ahead of you was cooking up a new way to surprise you...

A usual, silent cuddle session in the evening turned into him taking your hand and bringing it to his lip

His lips on your knuckles brought a small stutter to your heart, making it forget how to beat for a second

You could swear Jamil was a cuddlebug the moment every window and door was closed, and he seemed to get high off of the feeling of having you all to himself

"Your hands are very different than mine."

If your entire attention weren't focused on Jamil, you almost would've missed his words

"Really? How so?"

As to show you the differences, Jamil brought your hands in front of you, putting his palm and aligning his fingers to fit yours

His hands were more calloused, his fingers were quite longer, and his nails were well taken care of

"...When did you start painting your nails, love?"

He smiled at your, a mix of affection and mischief

"Only recently. I felt the need to try something new. Something... different."

It was a peculiar color choice for nail polish, and it didn't go with his general aesthetic at all

"Maybe we should paint our nails together. What do you think?"

His question caught you off guard, but you excitedly accepted his offer

Jamil was a very skilled person, and he definitely knew how to do nails properly

Much to your surprise, he simply reached towards his nightstand and took a small bottle out of his drawer

"You have the color picked and everything, huh? You little..."

Your tease died on your throat when you saw the color of the polish, and suddenly it clicked into your mind

You looked at Jamil, affection and admiratyion and amusement all dancing in your eyes together

"How did you know...?"

He only gave you a satisfied grin, making you blush slightly

Jamil has his way of always surprising you, if always catching you off guard in one way or another, but this was beyond what you expected

Jamil was always so thoightful, so careful with you, and it made your heart swell

...and the payback in kisses almost infinite

『••✎••』

The Shroud family was forced to carry a curse, a punishment extending through generations for the mistakes of just one reckless Shroud

The overly fast blot dissolution leads to his trademark fire-like blue hair, and the blue coloration of his lips, his nails and fingertips

Looking down at his hands and seeing that blue can be hard sometimes, seeing that blue and the weight he's been forced to carry

But the first time he looked down and saw a differently color he kind of jumped until he remembered what happened

He saw every single one of the Magicam videos you sent him, and he has been aware of the trend way before you were

"You can't say that this isn't a bit cringe..."

He pouts as his left hand is receiving a much needed manicure from you while he does his dailies on his phone

"Maybe a little bit, but you still agreed to it."

Your smooth hands hold his gently as you apply the nail polish of your eye color, while you already have that golden hue adorning your nails

Idia grumbled to himself a little bit, his hair glowing more pink the longer you held his hand

Once the first hand was done, you let it go and pushed it towards him

"Careful to not smudge it. What do you think?"

Idia took a few moments to examine his newly painted nails, trying to will his brain into not finding it weird to not see his natural, blue tinted nails

Now they carried a color he could only describe as full of life, as full of something other than dread

And, somehow, they made his hands look more... appealing, like he didn't see the same weirdly long, boney fingers attached to a palm way too narrow

Of course the color of you looked weird on his fingers, but it was the kind of weird that was quirky more than anything

He pursed his lips, his hair turning more pink as he struggled to find the words to say

"...This is the kind of cringe I can get behind."

His voice came out as more of a mumble, a small admission instead of his sigh of defeat whenever you got him to do something coupley like this

You offered him a small smile, pulling his phone out of his other hand and resting it on his lap as you worked on his other hand

"Glad to hear that."

『••✎••』

"Why would I want to paint my nails in the color of your eyes?"

His question sounded rude to some, even as if he was questioning why he'd want to indulge in something so silly

But by this point in your relationship you knew Sebek well enough to know he was simply genuinely confused by the trend you just showed him

"It's a form of... showing devotion, I suppose. We paint each other's nails as the color of each other's eyes to show that, no matter what, we carry a small part of the other with us at all times."

Sebek let those words sink in before he nodded

"So this is why you want to do this with me?"

You nodded as both of your cheeks grew rosy at the small proposal

"I also thought it would be really cute, you know..."

You added, and Sebek mumbled something about "not needing to do cute as a guard", but he loved to see you happy, so he relented

The next day, you were in town, shopping for the nail polish

And, to your surprise, you had to help Sebek make the difference between crimson and emerald... huh

Once you picked the colors, you were ready to leave, yet...

Your eyes lingered on a certain color, a shade of lime that came close to yellow, vibrant that reminded you of a certain heir

"Hey, Sebek."

Sebek hummed at you when you caught his attention, looking down at the bottle you picked up

"This shade is close enough to Malleus' eye color, don't you think?"

It took a few moments for him to catch on, and he was... taken aback by your consideration

And the two of you left the shop as he sung your praises for your observation and quick thinking

Sebek was the type of person who enjoyed symmetry, a clean and neat look

Belief that lately has been contradicted by his mismatched nail polish

When anyone asks, he gets slightly embarassed and stuttery, but to him it's a proud display of devotion

The eye color of his liege adorns his left hand, the hand with which he yields his sword, his baton, his magic

And your eye color adorns his right hand, the hand you always hold when he's busy so he isn't preoccupied, the hand he reaches towards you in moments of danger to push you behind him, offering you protection

[lesbo-tuliplvrr]

slumber party

bestfriend!abby x bestfriend!reader

summary: your best friend abby calls you up for a sleepover after having not spent time together in months.

clingy!abby, friends to lovers, college!abby, college!reader, fem!reader, y/n used once, medicalstudent!abby, fluff, minor angst but mostly it's one sided, no specific descriptions of reader other than them being shorter than abby and having their hair uncovered at night

wc: 3.2k

Abigail anderson. Your best friend since primary school. Your longest friendship. Your longest crush.

You hadn't always had a crush on Abby. Sure you loved her, but only really as a friend. That was, until junior year of highschool when her body had started noticeably changing. She started working out more, her biceps bulging through every tshirt. She had a growth spurt too, now almost towering over you. You yourself weren't that short but her stature made for a quite prominent difference.

You weren't usually shallow, But c'mon. Abby was already one of the best persons in your life; smart, caring, trustworthy. Turns out you only needed that little extra push to transform your platonic admiration for her into something else. This had been going on for 5 years and you had zero intention of ever letting her know.

It would just be way too risky, confessing something like that. What if she wanted to cut you off? What if she was disgusted by your feelings? What if being friends for so long bit you in the ass and she saw you more like a sister?!

And plus, dropping something like that on her when she was already swept up by her studies to become a doctor most of the time, would be horrible. You figured, you just had to let the feelings die. Of course it was taking much longer than expected, going onto the 6th year of having said crush, but it just had to be done.

So when Abby told you her dad would be out of town and that you should sleep over, you found yourself at a crossroads. You could go, and spend time with your best friend and it be a great night. Or you could go and be so incredibly uncomfortable hiding your feelings.

"Come on, we haven't had a slumber party in ages. I feel like we're always so busy we barely have any time for each other anymore. which is crazy for us!" Abby suggested as she spoke to you over the phone.

Yeah, totally not because I've been purposefully distancing myself to get rid of this festering crush.

You responded, "I mean , don't you have studying to do? I'll just distract you."

"Dont worry about me. Plus, you wouldn't distract me, you never do." She replied with her honey-like voice that would never cease to make you melt.

"We both know that's a lie but sure." You gave in. It was your best friend. Plus you really hadn't had time together in the past few months.

It was just a sleepover with Abby. All you had to do was act normal and it'd be fine. It's just Abby.

Abby answered the door when you arrived, immediately pulling you in a for a hug, stating how much she missed you and how long its been since you properly hung out, just the two of you.

"This place hasn't changed at all." you say, looking around at the familiar picture frames of her and her dad still plastered in their same spots on the walls.

"Yeah, we're both pretty busy all the time so," she trailed off. "You want anything to drink?" she asked, grabbing your overnight bag from you and heading to place it in her room.

"Nah, but I'll help myself, it's fine." you respond, following her into her room.

Her room has seen a few minor changes, none of which younwerent aware of though. It might have been years since you actually set foot into her bedroom, but you still saw it regularly. During your as frequent as possible facetime calls, you got to see through her camera the little changes she'd make to her walls. Even got to help in the decision process sometimes.

"It's been a while since you've been in here huh?" she asked, sitting on the edge of her bed, eyeing you as you peered at all her stuff.

"Yeah, cant believe how long it's been." you replied, distracted by the sheer amount of personality visible on her walls and desk.

Her college textbooks neatly tucked away on the side of her desk in a stack, near her pencil holder that held various shades of highlighters and pens. There were multiple pictures on the wall directly above her desk, along with many post it's of medical terms. Most of them were of her and her dad, or of her dog froma. few years ago, Alice. But right in the middle there were two of you and her. One from when you were much younger, closer to the time you first became friends and the other from your highschool graduation.

You made a mental note to take more pictures with her once you overcame your crush.

You looked around for a moment more, realising there was no mattress or anything on the ground. Sure, you slept on the same bed together before but that was when you were kids. Years ago.

"Soooo should I sleep on the couch or the ground?" you asked jokingly, secretly hoping she'd actually have an answer.

She laughed, "Oh come on, it might've been some time but we're not strangers." she joked with her beautiful smile.

Fuck.

You chuckled at this, hoping it seemed genuine and didn't expose the fear you felt of being so close to her for so long. Abby, however, noticed your shift in energy. Choosing not to say anything, she promptly changed the subject.

"Alright, what's for dinner?" she got up from the bed and led you both back out to the living room. Grabbing the TV remote, she put on one of her rnb playlists. "I was thinking we could cook something, chat and catch up for a bit then maybe watch a movie or something."

Gosh, she'd really thought this through. "Abby I hope that you don't have outstanding assignments due while you're doing all of this," you scolded her, already getting back into the groove of things.

She sighed, "Uugggghhh no, mom. I'll have you know that I am actually very ahead of my assignments. And even if I were behind, I'd still wanna be hanging with you tonight."

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow as she came around your frame to hug you from behind. You forgot how physically affectionate she was, and how much you missed it. You tried to not lean into it too much. The last thing you needed right now was to give yourself any false hope.

"I just- I really need this right now," she said with a sigh that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, dropping her head on your shoulder. You were so caught up in your own thoughts and feelings that you hadn't even stopped to think about how stressful school and everything must be for her. You turned your head slightly towards her, faces mere inches away from each other.

"I really need this right now and you're so fucking tense that I can't even give you a proper hug!" she stated, attacking you with tickles.

You screamed in laughter as she jammed her fingers into your sides, not giving up her mission to make you laugh. You tried running away but her grip on you was too strong, as expected of abby. Your attempts, however, did lead you to toppling over the couch, with her on top of you. She continued tickling you as you laughed, both smiling wide.

Through squeals and breaths you tried to reason it her, "Okay! Okay stop."

"There she is," she smiled, finally halting the tickles. You looked up at her, trying so very hard not to grab her by the collar and kiss her stupid.

She sat up, straddling your hips as you still lay on the couch, breathing heavily. You raised your head slightly, looking her directly in the eyes.

Gathering her breath, she started, "Okay. Now tell me, what's going on with you?" she asked, pushing her flyaways behind her ears.

Confused you asked, "Me?"

"Mhmm, you've been all distant and weird around me for quite some time." she supplied, hands resting on her thighs. her big, muscular thighs. snap out of it!

Shit, she noticed. "I-" you didn't know how to respond.

Worry evident on her face she continued, "Did I do something? Because if I did you gotta let me know, i- I've been so focused on school and-"

"No! no, n- it's not anything you've done. don't worry" you answered, "I guess I've just been feeling a bit...." you pulled something out your ass quickly, "lonely, lately."

Not entirely wrong. It was gonna have to work.

"I'm sorry." she replied, empathy clear on her face as she leaned forward to hold your arms. "But hey, I guess this came at the perfect time then huh? You won't be lonely tonight, I'll make sure of it. 'kay? Now let's go make something and you have to tell me everything that's been going on with you." she pat your thighs before coming off. Her weight would be a missed presence on your lap.

The music played at a comfortable volume as you two easily maneuver around the kitchen, cooking up a simple pasta dish. You talked about anything and everything, fully catching each other up on what the other had missed in their lives. In all your attempts at dodging her and keeping your distance, you'd forgotten why you two were best friends in the first place.

Abby was easy to talk to. She always knew how to cheer you up and how to comfort you. As did you to her. When you would hang out, there was always fun to ensue. Which is exactly why you fell in love with her. But as you were here, having chopped and prepared all the other ingredients and awaiting the water to boil, dancing and laughing around the kitchen hand in hand with Abby, you decided that just for tonight you could forget the complications that having a crush on Abby would cause and just lean into your best friend whom you missed so much.

When the meal was done, you both retreated to the couch where you sat closely next to each other in search of a movie to watch.

"I feel like nothing looks good," Abby stated, as she kept scrolling through the site.

"We could always hate watch something?" you suggested cheekliy, knowing that Abby was already not a big movie person and that it would be an utter waste of time for her to watch one that wasn't good.

"Ha ha very funny." she deadpanned, "What's that one you always wanted to watch when we were younger? Let's just watch that."

"Are you sure? Because you'll have to put up with me quoting almost the entire thing. And singing all of the songs." you weren't really asking seeing as she had already found the film, Tangled, and was ready to press play.

"I'll be fine pumpkin."

She hadn't called you that name in years. It was nice to hear it again.

As promised you quoted almost all of the movie, under your breath though, so as to not annoy Abby too much. It was more like a light whisper/lipsync. Unbeknownst to you, while you were thoroughly enjoying what was one of your favourite movies ever, Abby hadn't even been paying attention. She'd been looking at you for the majority of the film's runtime, only looking at the screen when you turned to look at her and found her not focused enough.

"You're missing important character development here Abby, he bought the apples for maximus!"

After the movie you both cleaned the dishes, then went to her room.

Another thing you forgot to consider in all your rumination, showering. You and Abby weren't the shower together type of best friends but it was definitely a 'not a big deal if we see each other naked' type of deal. So you'd often change into and out of clothes in front of each other with no problems. If the whole night so far wasn't gonna do it, this would be the fucking nail in the coffin. Abby, changing out of her clothes, right in front of you.

You didn't want to come off as suspicious by clearly turning away but you also didn't want to feel like a perv and look at her in her underwear, knowing full well that you wished it were under different circumstances. So you opted for casually directing your attention to somewhere else in the room as she stood naked a few feet in front of you.

"I guess I'll go in first," she annouced grabbing her towel and leaving the room.

You let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding as you quickly undressed and wrapped your towel around your body. You sat at the edge of her bed and waited for her to be done as you tried to calm your nerves.

It absolutely did not help your nerves when she stepped out of the bathroom and into her room, glistening from the shower. Muscles on full display, unbraided hair cascading down her back while some stuck to her face. She looked like a goddess. You quickly got up and headed into the shower, leaving her in her room to change.

It was like the more you decided to just let go of your feelings for Abby, the more she'd do things that made you fall for her all over again. You ended up taking way longer than usual in the bathroom, mustering up the courage to face her again while also trying to steady your heart rate.

Finally exiting the bathroom, changed and ready for bed, she closed the door, took off her bedroom light and hopped in right next to you. At first you both stayed silent, staring up at the ceiling, before she broke the silence.

"I'm really glad you were able to come," she expressed, turning on her side to face you.

You mimicked her position, scooting a little closer to the middle of the bed. "I'm glad I did."

You stared into each other's eyes for a moment, really taking the other in, before you spoke up again.

"You said you really needed this, what's going on with you?" you asked, poking a finger into her arm.

She looked down at where you touched her arm then back up into your eyes. Sighing with a smile, she responded, "School has been kinda stressful I guess, but to tell you the truth, I just missed you." She scooted closer to you, moving her hand from under her head to caressing yours.

No. She meant that as a friend of course. Do not get your hopes up again.

"You're tense again." she pointed out, hand still laying on your hair.

God, why was she so perceptive?!

"No I'm not?" you scoffed. Your deflection did not work on her.

"Yes you are. You've got that look in your eye again," she continued caressing your hair, "What's going on up there?"

You sat up, pulling away from her touch. She followed you in sitting upright on the bed.

You knew that lying about everything being fine would not work any better than it's been all day, so you figured you'd at least give her something.

"If I tell you, you might not want to hang around me anymore."

She looked at you incredulously. How could you ever think something like that? "Did you kill someone or something?" she teasingly suggested with a laugh, that being the only plausible situation in her head. She didn't miss how you looked at her, amusement absent on your face.

"Sorry, I just- no matter what it is, I won't stop being your friend y/n." she said seriously, one hand moving to touch your thigh.

"Please don't, because if I tell you and you really don't wanna be associated with me anymore it'll just hurt more." you barely got out, eyes becoming teary. You knew you were scared of something like this happening. Your increasing heartbeat and glassy eyes further proved just how terrified this made you.

If Abby wasn't worried before, she certainly was now. "Hey, I get to decide who stays in my circle and who doesn't okay?" She cradled your face.

You shook your head, still not giving into confession. "Everything's gonna change and I don't want it to so let's just forget it."

"If things have to change...then I'll just make sure it's for the better." How could she be so reassuring without even knowing what was going to be said? She held your chin, tilting your head to look at her.

With a sigh, you finally gave in, "I feel so much..love.....for you..since high school. And it's only gotten worse recently. I swear I've tried making it go away, I've tried so much. I don't wanna be a bad friend by springing this on you but i also know that trying and failing to hide it isnt doing me any favours either so.." Tears were streaming down your face, your sniffles becoming the most prominent sound in the room.

"And now because you know, things are never gonna be the same and I just wish I'd been better at hiding it. I wish I never had these feelings in the first place. Then this wouldn't be happening and I wouldn't have to lose my best friend right after we had so much fun together."

Abby was silent. Staring into your eyes, her expression unreadable. She looked down into her lap, a small smile growing on her lips, before looking back up at you.

She leaned forward till there was barely space in between the two of you. Abby glanced down at your lips then back up to your eyes, making it clear what she was referring to. "Can I?"

Your heart rate was through the roof. There's no way she wanted this too. "Are you not.. worried about how things are gonna be between us now?"

"I said I'd make sure the change was for the better, didn't I?"

"You can."

In what felt like zero time, Abby carefully crashed her lips onto yours. Her lips were soft, her touch gentle. It was exactly what you imagined this to be like.

Gently pulling away, she wiped your tears with her thumb, looking at you with so much love in her eyes you swore the rest of the world would now be void of it.

Through sniffles and smiles you apologized, "Sorry hah, I'm a mess."

"Did you really think I couldn't love you?" Abby asked, holding your face in her hands. "I've loved you before I even knew what love was, pumpkin."

Her efforts to wipe your tears were now fruitless, your eyes pouring out streams of emotion.

She pulled you in for a hug. This time, a proper one, without the weight of what could have been laying on your entire being. You shared one more kiss, Abby then kissing your forehead as you both lay down to finally sleep. A sleep void of worries and stress.

You were actually hers.

soooo sorry if that was basically 95% buildup for 5% payoff. I totally wrote this in a whim at late hours of the night. anyway, hope you enjoy. requests are open! to those whove requested, I am working on your stuff so have no fear :>

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I saw this and thought of Ari and his Bird right away 😂 Now how would he react? 😌

Dinner is Served...

Summary: You surprise Ari with his favorite meal: You.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Implied Smut, An Appearance from Bucky Barnes, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Brief Discussions of Body Image, High Heels, Naked Fun in the Kitchen, Manhandling, Clothed Male Nude Female (CMNF), Pussy Eating, Very Mild Chase Kink, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: I think someone actually asked me this a while ago. Maybe. I vaguely remember my answer. However, instead of rehashing that, this is how I think that would go - with a twist! Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I sent you the files this morning, Buck.” Ari winces as he shoulders his way into your house from the garage. “It’s not my fault you don’t know how to open ‘em.”

“Just resend them in a different format.” His friend and business partner responds, sounding frustrated. 

“Why don’t you just give-in and ask Pixie to help you already?”

“Because she’s been giving me the silent treatment since Tuesday. Why would I want to risk breaking the streak?” 

Rolling his eyes, he drops his bag by the door – only to be surprised when he spots a pair of your panties laying innocently on the floor. Upon closer inspection, he realizes that it’s actually one of his favorites. It was part of a set he’d bought you just last month. 

“What’d you do, Barnes?”

“Uh…” A heavy sigh can be heard coming from the other side of the phone. “I accidentally broke her fancy little coffee maker.”

“Wow.” He responds, disapproval evident in his tone.  

“Hey! I just said it was an accident. She said she had a bad night and so I tried to make her one of those latte…macchiato…things she likes. And then I broke it.”   

“Make it right, Buck.” After toeing off his boots Ari begins making his way towards the kitchen, following the sound of music in the air. He frowns when he spies your blouse in the middle of the hallway. Closely followed by a pair of black leggings. 

“How?” God, his buddy could be so goddamned obtuse sometimes.

“Fucking apologize. And then buy her another one – a better one.” 

“Ugh!” The former soldier whines. “I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for a replacement. How about I–?”

Wait. WAIT. Was that your bra? Just what the fuck was up with this strange trail of clothes?

“Buck, you’re a grown man. And google is your friend.” Ari snaps as he picks up your fallen undergarment, his confusion growing with each passing second. “Restore peace to the land before that woman feels compelled to drop a nuke.” With that he ends the call, now ready to solve whatever mystery he’s just stumbled upon. 

But what it’s he sees when he rounds the corner that has him stopping dead in his tracks.

“Well, shit.” His mouth goes dry as he watches your hips sway to the music pumping out of the speaker. 

A low whistle of appreciation has you glancing over your shoulder. 

If you were being honest, you’d known he was home the moment you’d heard your garage door open. Which was also why your bathrobe was now hastily balled up in your pantry. 

“Welcome home!” You chirp, not missing the way your man’s eyes darken as they drink you in. “Did you have a good day?”

“What’s all this?” Ari’s already deep voice dips an octave as he holds up your previously abandoned bra, dangling it from his finger. But you know he’s not mad. This question is coming from a man who clearly likes what he sees.

Which just so happens to be you. Happily cooking in your kitchen. Wearing nothing but a little makeup and a pair of red heels. Oh, and oven mitts. Can’t forget those.

You’d come across this scenario while aimlessly scrolling on Instagram. And since you were growing more comfortable with the body you saw in the mirror these days, you figured that it might be worth trying your luck. If only to see your man’s reaction.

“Oops!” You gasp, trying your best to look apologetic. “I just haven’t had a chance to clean up yet. I’m sorry.”

“Baby…” Ari drags a stunned hand over his jaw. “That’s not even – ah fuck. Cleanin’ up is the absolute last thing on my mind right now.” Dropping the undergarment on a nearby table, he begins making his way to you – only to come up short once again when he catches sight of your heels. 

“What? I’m just tryin’ to break ‘em in. That’s all.”

“Fuck meee.” He groans under his breath, his eyes going wide at the sight of your latest surprise. 

“Hold that thought, sugar.” With a wink, you turn back towards the stove before bending over to retrieve tonight’s dessert from the oven. You’re forced to bite the inside of your cheek when you hear your bounty hunter’s sudden intake of breath at the sight of your bare ass. 

“There we go.” You hum, playfully fanning yourself with a checkered mitt. “Hope you like homemade cinnamon rolls with whipped cream cheese frosting." Tendrils of feminine pride unfurls in your belly when you notice Ari’s impressive hard-on tenting his jeans. "They’re the perfect after-dinner treat.”

“That’s–I’m not…” He cuts himself off, surprising you both with his inability to speak. “We–that ain’t the kinda treat I’m hungry for, little Bird.”

“Hm.” You nod as you stretch your arms above your head. Giving into temptation, you rise up on your toes before giving a little shimmy, calling attention to your breasts. “No problem. What’s the point of talkin’ about dessert when we haven’t even discussed the main course?”

“Huh?” Ari clears his throat, his rapt gaze now focused on your pouting nipples. 

“Tonight we’re having roasted potatoes –” 

“I don’t give a good-damn about no roasted potatoes, woman!” The bounty hunter rumbles, cutting you off before you can finish telling him your menu. “You don’t need to cook nothin’ else. I already know what I’m hungry for.” He takes a decisive step in your direction. “It’s just a matter of where I’m eatin’.”

“But you don’t even know what we’re havin’ yet!” Comes your incredulous laugh as you bat away his eager hands. 

“This right here.” He growls, broadly gesturing at your naked body. “All of this. That’s what I want.” Without warning, he grabs the edge of his t-shirt with both hands before yanking it over his head, revealing his muscled chest. “I'm fuckin' starvin'.”

“But I’m not even on the menu!” You shriek, throwing a dish towel at him the next time he gets too close. The next thing you know, this man is now chasing you around your own kitchen, his long legs quickly eating up the space between you. 

Fuck it was hard to run in heels! 

“Now I don’t mind where I dine, darlin’.” Your man purrs, his already sexy voice pitched to arouse. “We can take it to the bedroom. Or the living room…”

“Beast!” You burst into a fit of giggles as you attempt to fend him off with the help of a chair. “Need I remind you that we are in the kitchen?”

Now that makes him pause. But only for a second. 

“It ain’t the first time I’ve had you in here.” The chair you’ve been holding is gently ripped from your grasp. “Pretty sure I’ve devoured that pussy in every room of this house.” You watch in defeat as he sends your last little bit of protection skidding across the floor. “Did you forget how wet you got the last time I splayed you out on this-here table? Because I haven’t.”

One rough, slightly calloused hand grips the back of your neck – drawing you closer. 

“Remember how I made you hold yourself open for me?” His lips ghost over yours – the sharp nip of his teeth causing your heart to beat erratically in your chest. “Remember the way your thighs shook every time you gushed around me?” He moans softly, the erotic sound going straight to your dripping cunt. 

“I–If you don’t want the potatoes, we’re also having…um…” You can’t help but whimper when he abandons your throat in favor of grabbing a hearty handful of your ass. “Herb roasted chicken…”

“I get so hard whenever I think about the way you drenched my fuckin’ beard, baby.” Ari gives you a playful squeeze before lifting you by your hips and depositing you on the table as if you weigh nothing. “My good girl always makes such a mess for me. Don’t you?” 

“Could I perhaps interest you in some honey glazed carrots?” However, your weak attempt at redirection is completely ignored.

A heady thrum of excitement courses through you when you feel your back connect with the cool, wooden surface. And then Ari’s hands come to rest on your knees, gently prying them apart, baring your most intimate flesh. 

“Look at you.” He rasps, tenderly stroking your slick folds. “Fuckin’ soaked already. And here we are just gettin’ started.” He spreads you apart with thick fingers before leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your puffy clit, making your hips buck. 

“Yeah,” he continues. “This is the only honey I care about tonight.” Gripping your ankle, he drapes your leg over one broad shoulder, opening you up to him even more. And then he reaches for the remote to your speaker, turning up the volume of the music that had since become little better than background noise. 

“Don’t want any interruptions while I enjoy my meal. Especially since you spent so much time preparin’ it.” Ari drags your body towards the edge of the table before taking a seat in a chair and placing a napkin across his lap. “And don’t worry about me needing any silverware, sweet Bird…” He murmurs as his mouth descends upon your vulnerable, quivering pussy.

“I don't mind gettin' my hands dirty.”

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Regarding the Iskall Situation...

I've received a lot of asks wondering about what my take is on it, and since I'd prefer to have it all taken care of in one swoop so we don't have to continue to focus on it, here's my stance on the subject.

A: Yes, I have seen the credible evidence from Kasszki, I read the doc they posted, and I feel awful for them and the other victims that they had to deal with this. I'm glad to hear that the Hermits and others were supportive of them and helped them handle this situation in as professional a manner as possible. I have also seen the credible information from False that Stress left for her own separate reasons.

B: I strongly denounce Iskall's behavior, and I have absolutely zero intention of supporting him as a creator ever again.

C: Please don't pester the creators or the victims. I said it in my initial response to this situation before we knew what had happened, but my opinion remains the same here. Any information we get from the Hermits is a privilege, not a right. Hermitcraft and it's associated fandoms are well known for being healthy, good spaces, and I'm proud to be a member of this community. Now our money is where our mouths are. Please don't feed into the rumor mill, please continue to support the Hermits as you always would and don't pry or demand more details from them. This is a very difficult situation for all of us, and I'm certain it's even worse for all of them. Please keep in mind the Hermits are all grown adults, many of them had professional careers before they joined Hermitcraft, and they are handling this in as professional a manner as they are able. I applaud them for that. As their fans, we need to do the same.

What are my plans for Iskall and Stress in TTSBC?

Understandably, I've received several asks about what I plan to do about Iskall and Stress's characters in TTSBC. I've answered them individually, but I just want to put this here as a one-stop spot for what my stance is so it's clear.

I've always been a 'character not content creator' author. My characters are just that, characters. Does that mean I can completely remove them from the creators upon which they are based? No, of course not. That's not how this works, either. So here's my plan moving forward.

The two stories that heavily feature Iskall in TTSBC, "Run with It' and "Carry me Home Tonight" will remain up. They are timestamped with their dates of posting which was long before any of this came out, and again, they are very clearly meant to be characters, not the creators.

Iskall will be removed from the TTSBC: Wiki, and I will not be writing any new content for his character.

Does that affect the plot of TTSBC? Yes, it does. I'm not going to pretend it doesn't, and those of you who have followed the series at length can likely see where the issues arise...but I'm an author, and I can pivot. I also have an awesome little team behind me of @silver-sunray, @boo-the-ahh, and @khoirkid who are helping me to make sure TTSBC carries on smoothly despite this unforeseen struggle.

Stress will not be removed from the TTSBC: Wiki. As I mentioned in an ask earlier, her role in the story is very minor, and I hadn't planned for her to have any other pieces to herself outside of Hermit-a-Day May anyway...so aside from specific instances where it might be necessary to mention her, she will not be making any more major appearances. This is mainly because I'm a Hermit/Traffic/Empires writer, and I plan to stick to that notion unless future events cause me to pivot otherwise.

Lastly, I would appreciate if we could avoid anymore asks about the situation. If there are any further updates I'm sure I'll find that out on my own, I'm very active in this fandom and I see things pretty quickly when they spread, so if any new things related to this situation spring up, while I greatly appreciate your concern for me and my work, please don't send it to my inbox or in DM.

I'm very saddened by this, as I'm sure many of you are. Hermitcraft and it's associated fandoms have been my safe space for many years, through some of the hardest moments of my life, and with the mess that MCYT has proven itself to be at times, it felt like we were untouchable here. But like Doc said, the Hermits are good, and they are strong. And as their fans and supporters, we need to be the same.

Be good, be strong, and let's make sure our lovely community continues to be the positive space it always has been.

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SYNOPSIS - curiousity has played its role well with you - leaving you in between pleasure's whirlwind with the Phantomhive's most cunning, most skilled butler. How will you handle this arrangement?

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You admired your figure from all angles in your new attire. A fitted dress shirt, ruffled at the collar, and, what appeared to the naked eye, a particular black skirt. But Nina had something up her sleeve. She always did. She crafted the inner hem of your skirt to slit up your thigh in any event you needed to flee. In the cufflinks of your blouse carried holsters for small weapons just in case of emergency or urgency she repeated over and over. 

The inner layer of your blouse was double stitched, secure enough to shield your delicate bits from even the nastiest of exposures. But none of that held your attention.

“The fabric feels so rich! So soft and-” you inhaled the hem of your collar, sighing in deep admiration. Sebastian, nonchalantly sifting through a newspaper, looked up at you, smirked, and continued to look down. “Is that vanilla! No-” snif “Tangerine! Nina I love this! I don’t know how i could ever repay you.”

Nina plopped the excess fabric that weighed her shoulders down on the large Oak table. She plopped a finger on her bottom lip, her mind racing on an option. By how calculative she looked at you, you almost regretted even offering the option to her.

“Ah!” Sebastian clenched the newspaper, his nerves at a jolt. “I’ve got it!” this time, Sebastian narrowed his eyes at NIna as he looked over the newspaper.

“Must you conduct yourself like you’re standing in the center of a coliseum. We’re all right- here.” Nina puffed her cheeks, crossed her arms, and stared darts back at Sebastian. The invisible bolts of lightning became visible as the pair shared equally dissatisfied glances.

“Anywho!” NIna turned up her nose. “I’ll make you a deal. Come to my shop and model for me. I’ll give you the mock outfits every time I’m finished. And in return I’ll have a bunch of designs for the upcoming spring catalogue!” Nina snickered at her marvelous plan, sending Sebastian’s eyes to the back of his head. He neatly folded the newspaper and stood to his feet, clearing his throat signaling that it was time. 

“Well, I think that would be enough of that.” he stood to his feet. “The Young Master will decide on those arrangements, until then you should expect his company in the near future.” you could practically see the steam coming out of Nina’s ears.

“Sebastian.” you chimed up. Both Sebastian and NIna glanced at you. “I-” Why so many eyes on me?! “I think it would be a great idea.” you pretended to carry an air of confidence about yourself. Hopefully nobody saw through it like a translucent mirror. “What better way to expand the Phantomhive reach than to show to England that he helped assemble such fine fashion.” You took a step forward and spun around in a circle, giving Sebastian a full view of you from the front, the side, and an even longer glance from behind. 

When you turned back to face him, a beaming self-assured smile on your face, you could see his eyes snake from the bottom up. He had to remember that Nina was, with broad apprehension on her face and a mouth full of bitten fingernails, looking on to see his answer. He merely smirked as he walked to the door to hold it open for you.

“If it isn’t so much trouble for Y/N, i’ll see that she comes to visit you twice a month. No more. No less. Now, if you’ll excuse us, Nina.” He extended his hand out the door, and you took not a second too long to nod your head in thanks to Nina and hurry out of the shoppe. You and Sebastian weren’t but a few feet away, but you could hear Nina’s exasperated shouts of glee from inside the shop.

You followed at Sebastian’s side closely, careful not to bump into the other passerbys. So many muted colors of black, grey, brown, and the occasional tweed. It almost bored you to tears seeing the English fashion. On occasion, you would see a lady dawned in a damp violet or, if you’re lucky, baby blue! You scoffed aloud.

“Something troubling you?” Sebastian asked. 

“No, its just- seeing everyone out and about performing the mundane and dressing to match is so-”

“English. I know.” he agreed. “But we have to remember that everyone here is at a mentionable status. A figurehead, so to speak. “ He tapped his chin with a hmm. Trying to find the right words without being too boorish in his approach. But truthfully Sebastian grew so bored and so tired of it from time to time as well. Such mundane practices, day in and day out. No end in sight. How atypical the human experience could be in his eyes. And yet individuals could so happily continue on these practices for the sake of appearances every day, and then they die.

How damned is that.

“Its more complicated than what it seems.” you didn’t really buy his response, but at the moment you didn’t care that much. 

“Say, Sebastian.” you started up again. “What are we doing in the city anyway?”

“Just walking around.” eh?! “While you and the Young Master were still sleeping, I took it upon myself to venture into town. I delivered a few packages, paid off a few patrons, obtained some documents, petted a few kittens, gathered intel-”

“Wait. We’re not going to scurry past that statement, Sebastian.” you fought down a chuckle. “Did you say you were petting kittens? How does such an elegant butler like yourself find time to pet animals?”

Sebastian fixed his tie, averting his eyes away from you. “You always find time for simple pleasures.” His lips curled into a smile as he imagined you at your most vulnerable. You must have caught wind at his inner musings, for you looked away in a huff, your cheeks warm to touch.

“I’d remember to keep some questions of curiosity to myself.”

“Quite.” he so snidely agreed. You looked up at Sebastian who still beared a faint blush post-confession. You tried to play it off like you were clearing your throat, but even Sebastian could pick up the chortle underneath your hacking. 

A few taps at the top of the carriage, and the two of you were on your way back home.

❈❈❈ 

You sat across from Sebastian, a fresh basket of bread and lilies warming your lap. Your feet were tired from walking all around the city, but for whatever reason you didn’t mind it. Sebastian took it upon himself to guide you around the more elite sectors of the city. Introducing you to the more exclusive airs that England had to offer. 

The finest winery, elusive bakeries that had waiting lists to get inside, private dance studios that children of the elite would come and learn the arts. Ballet, poetry, fencing, you name it. With being apart of the Phantomhive manor, one could redeem many perks and coin in many, many favors throughout the years. And today, you finally realized just how much power the Phantomhives held. 

When you walked in with Sebastian, people recognized the Phantomhive insignia in an instant. And, like clockwork, people would move out of your way. They would bow their heads. They would proclaim high praises for Sir Vincent. So on and so forth. 

Luckily for you two, a bread and sweets bakery along your route just so happened to have fresh batches readily available for the two of you. Sebastian declined for himself, but instead fetched four large loaves of bread for you. You could smell its freshness and feel its warmth on your lap, making your stomach growl out of turn. 

“I can’t wait to have this with some tea when we get back.”

“I’m sure the Young Master would love a piece himself.” Sebastian mentioned thoughtfully. 

“Would you like some?” he raised his eyebrow at you. “W-while its still hot of course.”

“I’m afraid I would have to decline. But,” he moved from one side of the cart to the other, sitting next to you with both of your knees touching. He moved the basket off your lap and onto his.

“I’d like to feed you some.” You tried to stop the gasp that came out of your mouth, but it was too late. Sebastian faced you head on, his gloved hands breaking off a piece of bread into near-perfect meticulous pieces. 

“You’re hungry. And unless you’d like to cause me trouble back at the manor, I’d liike for you not to fall unconscious during the remainder of your shift today.” Shit, do you really have to work more after running such a llong errand? 

“I am hungry but- this isn’t necessary, Sebastian. I-” While your mouth was open, he took the opportunity to stuff your cheeks with warm, buttery bread. The soft, fluffy texture melted in your mouth, making you close your eyes to savor each bite. When he saw you were finished, he popped another piece of bread into your mouth, and with eyes still closed, you moaned in satisfaction at the craftsmanship performed on each delicate piece! 

This was far different than the, sometimes old, and sometimes soggy, pieces of bread you would accumulate before working for the manor. How you would go days without an adequate meal or, when you did, you would hand it off to someone else that seemed to need it more. Now, here you were, being fed bread by a demon butler that you signed a sexual contract with in a lavish carriage. 

Who knew your adult years could take such an aspiringly pivotal turn. Right off a cliff. 

“One more.” you requested. Your plushy mouth was already foming a narrowed ‘O’, preparing for the next savory bite. “One more and I think I’ll be satisfied.”

“Is that so?” Sebastian smirked reassuringly. He tapped the top of the carriage 4 times, causing the coachman to slow down to a halt. You just assumed he stopped to check on the luggage sitting behind him. Unknowingly to you, the coachman, under what seemed like a sleepy trance, hopped off the carriage and wandered into the forest. He muttered incoherently to himself, his walk staggering left and right. But he continued to walk until there was only a hushed rustling of bushes, until eventually nothing was heard and nothing was en route to cross your paths. 

“Keep your eyes closed.” his dark, silky voiced dropped to a whisper. He fished around in the basket for a new piece as you sat there, eyes playfully closed, anticipating another piece until-

“Mmh!” You felt his cool, soft lips press against yours. He held you by your shoulders, pinning your back against the plush carriage chairs. His knee pushed between your legs, raising your skirt inch by inch until it was bunched around your upper thighs. 

You could feel his hunger. His want. His need for you. How taunting it was for you to be in arm’s length all day and he could only watch and wait. He could only imagine what it was like to have you sprawled across your bed, your wanting eyes tracing the outline of his silhouette, body and mind crying out for his touch. 

But seeing you, with such an unquenchable thirst building in the back of hsi throat, made him pounce. He pressed his fingers into your blouse, intensifying the kiss moment by moment. Your tongues latched onto eachother, playing a friendly game of tug and war. He broke the kiss, practically growlingin your ear as he kissed the base of your neck. 

You threw your head back into a moan. “Sebastian, we’re out in the open.” He swiftly unbuttoned your blouse and unlatched the front of your  bra. His eyes never met yours. “Someone could see us, Sebastian.” his long, rugged tongue latched around your erect nipples, pulling and suckling at your sensitive flesh, causing your own moans to escalate. The lust in your body grew at an increasing rate. The warmth of your pussy burning a hole in between your expensive stockings. 

“Sebastian-” he stopped your worrying with another kiss. His gloved hands cradling your breasts and circling them around and around. You succumbed, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He pulled your stockings down to your ankles, adjusting his body so that you were on under him and his body was hovered over yours.

You almost forgot that you were in a carriage how accommodating and flexible Sebastian was. 

He freed one of your feet from its nylon prisons and bent your knee to your chest. With his eyes to yours, he popped his middle and ring finger into his mouth with a smile. Coating it with his saliva from base to tip. 

“You’re so beautiful when you look at me like that.” Your glistening eyes spoke a silent message to Sebastian. How you switched from being such a strong-willed, determined woman to one of a needy, luscious, and smoldering one turned his head upside down. To see you, staring at him with Bambi eyes as you begged, pleaded for his throbbing cock to fill you up just drove him into an animalistic headspace. 

“Sebastian,” you breathed. Your honey-riddled tones so sweet. You felt him split you open, filling you inch by inch. Sebastian groaned aloud at your tightness, his own face breaking out into a light sweat. You shuddered underneath his touch. His large thumb circled around your throbbing clit, pressing down as he entered you back and forth. Back and forth. Back and fucking forth. 

“Oh- God! P-please, Sebastian!” on instinct you grabbed his wrist with one hand, your orgasm budding and blooming the more he played with you. He pushed your hand away, pinning it atop your head, his knees opening your legs wider and wider. Your viscous nectar replaced his spittled fingers, creating a sloshed, slicked mixture that coated your inner thighs, ass cheeks and the carriage chairs. 

“You’re so warm, and so- so wet. Is this all for me?” In a tease, he pulled his fingers out of you, gleefully popping them in his mouth. He took both fingers, and opened his mouth so you could see him trace them on his tongue. Your sticky essence creating lines across his tongue and atop the roof of his mouth.

He leaned down to kiss you so you two could savory your flavor together. As your tongues interlocked again, he fished his member out of his trousers. The droplets of pre-cum dripped against your inner thigh, mixing with your juices, and slowly sliding down your thigh. 

“Dammit-” he breathed. “I’m going to enjoy this. I’m most positively going to enjoy you, as well. He smiled down at you, his demonic fangs protruding out the sides of his mouth. He pushed inside of you, groaning aloud at your warmth. Your wetness. Your everboding grip around his thickness. He had to catch himself. Closing his eyes and clearing his throat to refrain from exploding so soon. 

“Sh- Shi- Sebastian, you’re s- so deep. Please don’t tease me anymore~” you could almost feel Sebastian’s body shift. The air in the carriage grew thick, heavy, and taunting. You looked up at him and swallowed as he looked down at you and grinned. He pushed back your other knee to your chest, positioned himself again, and proceeded to move inside of you.

At first, his movements were slow, calculative, and considerate. But then, when he looked down at you, and how snug your pussy clenched onto him, a side of him came further and further to the front. He pressed his hands into your hips, leaving flesh-like indents around your ass. He slammed his hips into you, making you feel every inch of him. He stretched you open, giving you and your pussy limited time to relax and contract. He wanted all of you. Right here, right now.

“Ah! F- fu- fuck, Sebastian! You’re so deep inside of me-e-e~” You could feel your pussy creating new gateways for him to explore. You felt her stretch, contract, bend and mold to his every want and wish. An end not even being a question between you two. 

Droplets of your fluid splashed into the air as he continued to pound into you. Your juices coated his dick alll the way to the base of his pelvis, even dripping down onto his balls. He could feel you clenching, pulling him down deeper into the depths of yourself. 

“Good heavens, Y- Y/N, why are you so incredibly wet like this?” he pushed deep inside of you, keeping it there as he leaned down to kiss your neck, leaving subtly sized hickies along your neck. “Did you miss me that much? Hmm?”  letting go of your knees, he positioned both of his arms along the side of your head, balancing himself on his elbows. He kept his chest pinned down to you and proceeded to stroke again inside of you. He wanted to feel all of you. ever y crevice, every groove, every bend he wanted to claim it as his. 

You couldn’t help it anymore. Your voice cried out in perverse pleasure as he rammed in you. Circling his hips back and forth at a momentum that wasn’t of this world. He kept drilling you, begging to go deeper into you, thrashing your love nest, embedding an impression on your body that none other would be able to match. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“G- gonna cum, Sebastian- Go- gonna cuuuuuum-” He responded simply by kissing your dampened cheek. 

“By all means, let it out.”

“You’re so beautiful when you cum.”

Damn that Sebastian! You wished he wasn’t so skillful but your body readily thanked him. Your eyes flew open, only to roll to the back of your head. Your body spasmed, a mixture of small to large thrashes overcame your hips. 

Your essence coated his dick, sliding down between your ass and staining the plushed seats underneath you.

“I love it when you spill all over me. F-fuck, that’s right. Let it all out, Y/N. It's not good to be so- fuc- pent up like this~”

As you continued your orgasm, thick globs of Sebastian’s cum came oozing out of you, your sticky fluids and his thick essence creating gel-like globs that seemed to seep out at a nonstop pace. 

He kissed your lips one more time, catching your breathless quivers, guiding you back down from your peak.

You’re so beautiful when you cum.

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“Do I really have to help Mei-Rin with the cleaning?” you buttoned up your shirt with a whine. Your hair was disheveled. Droplets of sweat were still resting on your cheeks and chin, and your body felt heavy. 

“Only for the first hour. We can’t make it obvious what we were doing as soon as we get back.” He balled up the leg of your stockings, crouching down to slide them on your feet and up your thigh. “If I were you, Y/N. I would enjoy that hour of freedom.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Because, according to our terms, I’m liable to redeem a full day with you as per our agreement.” Shit.

“B-but, in this carr- you’re not tired?!” Sebastian chuckled to himself.

“On the contrary, Y/N” his eyes flickered a warm auburn from his demonic red.

“I’m just getting warmed up. So.. Make sure you stretch.” he winked at you, knocking on the top of the carriage 4 times again. This time, the coachman shouted at the horse, and they were on the move again.

“Was he there the whole time?!”

“A fairly late response considering the deed is already done, don’t you think?”

to be continued.....

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A/N — plssss leave a comment, like and reblog! It really helpssss

[eashmo]

A+ for Seduction 

Introduction:

A hot, young student named y/n meets her teacher and decides that Mr. Han Jisung was her most favorite subject in school.

Warnings: "underage", fingering blah blah just be 18+ not babysitting minors on this page.

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 Han Jisung was positive and determined to make this school year unforgettable. That was when y/n y/l/n walked into his classroom. She was y/h/c, y/h, and y/e/c.

y/n walks in and takes a seat at the front of the class. Jisung gulps, and his eyes move to the girl's legs, which were shown off by the shortened school uniform skirt. Y/n had felt her teacher's eyes on her ever since she stepped foot in the class and was smiling in amusement as the brunette teacher raked his chocolate brown eyes over her body. The last bell hadn't rung yet, so there were very few people in the class. Y/n clears her throat, and Jisung eyes snap up to her face.

Red spreads across Jisung's cheeks, and she smirks as she crosses her arms, accentuating her chest where a fair amount of cleavage is showing. He inevitably flicks his eyes to Y/n's cleavage before back up to her enrapturing y/e/c. She scoffs at the thought of how easy it was to get her teacher's attention. The bell rings, and Jisung tears his eyes away from the teen's enticing young body to watch the last few student floods through the door. He stands up and walks to the front of his desk with a stack of syllabus. He starts to hand them out as he begins his introduction.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Han Jisung. You may call me Mr. H if you would like, right now I am passing out the syllabus for this semester."

By the time he finishes his sentence, he is in front of y/n handing her a stack of papers to pass back. Y/n gives him a toothy smile before stretching an arm back to pass the rest of the papers. The stretch caused her breasts to press against her cotton white button-up, and Jisung cleared his throat before walking back in front of his desk, a heat burning within him.

"As I hope you all know, this is Korean History 101. We will be learning all of the units on your syllabus and testing on them. You do need to have your paper signed by a parent, and if they have any questions, they can schedule a meeting or email me. My email is also on the paper. Any questions?"

His eyes scan over the class for any raised hands, and his eyes connect with y/n's before moving back to the room.

"No? Good. For the first day, we are going to be going around and introducing ourselves. Say your full name, your favorite subject, and your hobby. Starting with the front row and working our way back. You, go first."

He says while pointing to a boy with dark hair in the front row. He seems to hesitate before answering.

"I'm Yang Jeong-in, but you can call me I.N. My favorite subject is applied music and I like listening to rock and pop songs and watching mukbangs. "

Jisung nods his head and smiles.

"Nice to meet you, I.N. Next."

From there on out, they went across the front row until it reached Y/n. She sits up straight in her seat and smiles seductively at her teacher, who seems to fluster slightly under her gaze.

"I'm y/n . My favorite subject is y/f/s"

She brings the end of her pen up to her mouth and teases it across her lips as she holds the stare she has with Jisung. His heart jumps at the sight of her pen against her lips before smiling at her.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. And behind y/n is?"

Jisung looks behind y/n, and as the boy behind her starts talking, he looks back to her. She smirks and sends her teacher a dangerous yet salacious wink. Jisung's heart jumps into his throat, and he gulps before diverting his attention to the next student who had started their introduction. He manages to get through the rest of the introductions without looking back to y/n. He looks at the clock and walks back around his desk.

"You have 10 minutes left of class. Feel free to come ask me questions and relax until the bell rings."

He sits down at his desk and slides out his phone. Y/n keeps her eyes on her teacher as she bites her lip and slides down in her seat. Jisung notices the movement, and he glances up to y/n. She smiles and licks her bottom lip slowly. Jisung swallows and sits up in his seat. He narrows his eyes at y/n before raising an eyebrow. Y/n chuckles softly and stands up.

Oh, shit.

Y/n walks to his desk and puts her hands on the edge of Jisung's desk and leaning forward slightly, her cleavage shown clearly in the white button-up. She smiles sweetly at him.

"I have a question, sir?"

Jisung smiles back, stressing not to look at the teen's cleavage.

"What's your question, Ms. Y/l/n?”

Jisung asks as he sets down his phone.

"Well, I was wondering how old you were?"

He smirks and lets out a small laugh.

"Do you often ask your teachers their age?"

Y/n  smile grows, and she bites her lip. Jisung raises an eyebrow for her answer.

"Umm, not usually. You just look so young."

She compliments seductively. Jisung blushes slightly and smiles.

"For the compliment, I will tell you. I'm 30. Is that all you need?"

He asks with a tilt of his head. She smiles and shakes her head.

"Between you and me, Mr. H?...You're so too sexy to be a teacher. You are more like an idol.

Y/n whispers with a wink before turning and going back to her desk. Jisung jaw dropped at her words. Was his student hitting on him? Jisung jumps when the bell rings. He watches his students file out of the classroom and looks back to the room to see y/n still putting her books in her bag. Y/n shrugs her messenger bag onto her shoulder and looks up at him. She smiles and makes her way to the door with him, keeping his eyes trained on her.

"Have a good day, Mr. Han"

Jisung  blinks a few times before returning the smile.

"Yes. You to y/n."

he  responds, and before he can say anything else, she winks and walks out the door. When the door closes, he lets out a soft sigh and relaxes back into his chair. What the hell was he supposed to do?

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"Everyone In your seats."

Jisung barks as he walks into his class. Today was not a good day. His first two classes were loud and annoying, and his third class had even gone far enough to disrupt other classes in the hallway. Thankfully, the fourth and the sixth class had been decent, and it was finally the seventh bell.

"This assignment is due tomorrow at the beginning of class. You have the whole class to work on it. You may work with a partner and listen to music on your phones. If someone's music is too loud, then that privilege will be taken away. Start now."

He says as he passes out the packets. Some of the students grumble, and he even hears one mumble 'asshole', but he ignores it and hands the last stack of papers to y/n. She smiles sweetly, and he musters up a small smile to give her. He moves back behind his desk and sits down. He starts grading papers from his other classes.

"Mr. H?"

Jisung looks up to see Jisoo, one of his students.

"I need help on a question?"

Jisoo asks shyly. Jisung stands up and walks to Jisoo's left side and bends slightly over the table to look at the question she was talking about. Y/n bites her lip as she realizes her teacher's crotch was next to her. A small groan escapes her lips before she can stop herself. Jisung talks Jisoo through the question, and only when he hears a soft groan below him does he realize y/n sits right next to jisoo.

Jisung quickly finishes explaining the question and chances a glance below him as he stands upright. Y/N was staring hard at his crotch. and Jisung gulped before walking back to his desk. When he sits down, he looks at y/n and goes red when she is biting her lip.

Christ. She is a sinful little thing.

Jisung looks away and takes a breath or two to calm himself from getting hard. How the hell could he react this way to one of his students? Someone clears their throat, and Jisung hesitates before looking up at Y/N. She was holding up her notebook.

He looks back to her eyes and furrows his brow. She smiles and turns the notebook around, and scribbles down something else before turning it to her teacher again.

You in those pants...

He gasps softly and looks back to her. She smirks and puts her notebook down. Despite his efforts, he could help but feel a heat start between his legs. She had been staring at him without shame. He looks around the room and is relieved when he sees the rest of his students working on the packet. He looks back to her and narrows his eyes.

"Y/N. Come to my desk please."

A few students raise their heads but go back to work just as quickly. Y/n stands up and walks to Jisung's desk with a small smile. When she reaches his desk, he gives her a raised eyebrow.

"What are you doing?"

Y/n hides her smirk and furrows her brow in fake confusion.

"What do you mean, Mr. Han?"

He sighs and licks his lips, and she watches his tongue peek out until it's gone again.

"I mean...I...you...go back to your seat y/n."

Jisung silently groans as he leans back in his seat. Y/n smirks and walks back to her seat, swaying her hips. He helplessly watches her ass until she sits back in her seat. He sits up and distracts himself with grading papers until the bell rings.

"That's homework if you didn't finish today."

He reminds his students and continues to grade papers.

"Mr. Han?"

Jisung looks up and meets y/n. He musters up a small smile.

"What can I do for you, y/n?"

She gives him a charming smile.

"I need help on the fifth question."

Jisung nods his head.

"Okay. Why don't you show me what you're not getting?"

She moves around his desk until she is standing next to his chair. She puts the packet down on the table and turns to the fifth question. She makes up some crap about not understanding it, and Jisung goes into full-blown teaching mode. When he is finally finished, he turns his face up to hers. He hadn't realized how close they were until now, but god helped him. He just couldn't move away.

she licks her lips as she stares at his lips.

"I think I get it now."

Y/n breathes out. Jisung gulps and bites his lip, nodding his head slightly as he stares at her lips.

"G-great."

Jisung stutters quickly. Y/n looks into Jisung's eyes and sees the lust hidden there. The tension between them only thickens when she leans closer. Jisung's heartbeat practically skyrockets when suddenly he leans forward and presses his lips to hers. She doesn't hesitate to reciprocate and moves her lips against his. He lets himself go, really lets himself go. He turns his chair to face his student and tentatively lays his hands on the girl's slim hips. Y/n moans softly and brushes her teacher's lip for entrance with her tongue. Jisung gives her access and spreads his legs enough to pull her in between them. They explore each other's mouths with questioning swipes of their tongues. Y/n moves her hands into his hair and kisses him harder with a soft moan. The moan only prompts Jisung further into his dangerous actions. His hands drift down past her skirt to the smooth skin on the back of her thighs. He gives the limbs a firm squeeze, and she lets out a loud moan into his mouth. Y/n suddenly steps even closer and climbs on top of him with her knees planted on either side of his thighs her cunt lands right on his now painful hard on. Jisung practically growls, and his hands slide further up her skirt until his hands rest on her cute ass to find her wearing a thong. Jisung can't help but squeeze the firm ass in his hands. y/n whimpers, and that's when Jisung comes back to earth. He pulls both his hands and lips away from her with a gasp.

"Oh fuck."

Jisung pants out. Y/n looks down at her teacher and licks her lips. Jisung pulls his hands back.

"I-I am so sorry y/n. I don't know what came over me. That was such a mistake."

Y/n suddenly leans down and captures Jisung's lips in a kiss. He lets out a surprised moan, and she pulls away.

"Listen, Mr. H, the kiss sure as hell wasn't one-sided, and once you realize it wasn't as big of a mistake as you think it is, come find me."

Y/n gets off of her stunned teacher and grabs her bag and packet. She reaches the door and turns around.

"Have a good day, Mr. Han."

She says with a smirk and a wink before slipping out the door. Jisung takes a deep breath. He kissed and groped his student, and his student had no problem with it. Obviously, it was wrong, and even though she was 18, it was still illegal considering his job. But God damn it, the way her skin felt and her tongue in his mouth. It was exciting and exhilarating. Especially with the chance of being caught. A shiver goes down his spine. He sighs and gets back to grading papers, his mind on her.

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Jisung had time to himself to plan some study packets. Mr. Wang, who was the Chinese history teacher, needed to use his classroom since Jackson's classroom was closed for maintenance, so he was in his office across the hall. A knock at the door pulls him away from the papers. He opened the door, and none other than y/n was standing at his door with a gorgeous sultry smile. Jisung's breath catches in his throat.

Y/n smiles wider and looks past her teacher into the office, then back to him.

"Can I come in?"

He simply steps back, not trusting himself, to say anything, and lets her inside. He shuts the door and leans against it, facing her staring at her ass she walked around his office. She sets down her bag and tilts her head to the side.

"Have you thought about yesterday?"

"It was a mistake, y/n."

He sees her face fall in disappointment and hurt she looks away from him. Before he knows it, more words are coming out of his mouth.

"But that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it."

She snaps her head up at him with bright doe eyes. He recognizes lust in her eyes, and he is positive he has the same darkness in his eyes. He couldn't help but rake his eyes down her body. She looked so hot in her uniform. she takes a step forward and licks her lips.

"So you did think about it?"

 His blood was racing through his veins, and his palms itched to touch her velvety skin again.

"Yes. Did you?"

"Most definitely”

She takes a smaller step forward and slowly raises a hand to his toned chest. Jisung's breathing becomes heavier.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

She whispers. He mindlessly nods his head, she slowly raises on to her toes. her lips level with his ear.

"I touched myself all night thinking about you."

The growl she hears in her ear makes her instantly wet, and she brushes her lips against his jaw as she flexes her fingers down his chest. Jisung groans as the image of a completely naked y/n lying on her bed with one hand between her legs, the other gripping the bed sheets, and her back arched pops into his head. Fuck 

"I touched myself thinking about your hands on my ass and your lips pressed against mine and you filling me up on your desk”

Jisung groans as she reaches up with her other hand and cups his cheek. She pulls him into a feverish kiss. Jisung moans and kisses her back with the same force. Y/n brings her hands up to his hair and buries her fingers in his soft locks. Jisung roughly grabs her hips. Y/n presses her body fully against Jisung's, which elicits a deep growl from him. Jisung blindly reaches behind him and locks the door before moving off it and stumbling with y/n over to his desk.

Books tumble off his desk, but neither of them cares. He cups her firm ass and gives it a rough squeeze, delighted to feel she was wearing nothing underneath. She squeals and smiles into the kiss. He roughly pulls her head back by her hair and takes the opportunity to thrust his tongue into her mouth, making the teen moan loudly. Y/n hands wander down to his chest and cupped her teacher's hard dick through his pants. Jisung lets out a strangled moan and breaks the kiss. She reaches for Jisung's shirt and quickly unbuttons it. Jisung flings it to the side.

Jisung catches his breath and moves his fingers to hers, ripping it off, buttons Flying everywhere. She had picked out a black lacy bra. Jisung lets out another growl at the beautiful sight in front of him. The ache between his legs was becoming almost painful. He needed release so badly. He spins her around and bends her over his desk. She lets out a small gasp of surprise when she hears the unbuckling of a belt then Jisung sits  down in his desk chair bringing y/n with him, her pussy immediately swallowing his dick. They both let out an air moan, Jisung  moves his mouth to her neck as his hands trail up her stomach to cup the girl's breasts. Y/n moans and lets her head fall back on his shoulders as she rocks on his dick. 

"Fuck."

Y/n whispers and moves her hands to her clit as he starts to pound her pussy, her upper half banging against the desk. There is a loud thump of books falling to the ground but neither of them cares, again. all while his lips are pressing firm hot kisses to y/n's neck. Suddenly there's a knock on the door and they freeze.

"Mr. Han, are you alright in there?"

Jisung gasps. It was the teacher next door. Jisung pulls out from Y/n. They huff softly from the lost of the connection, and he tuck himself back into his pants as he looks for his shirt.

"Uh, yes! Yes, Mrs. Hensley. A few of my, uh, books fell. That's all."

Y/n pulls on her shirt and quickly tries to cover up, but Jisung receives a small glare from y/n because he destroyed her shirt. 

“Sorry”

He softly says as he grimaces as he pulls one of his spares quickly from his small closet. 

"Do you want some help?"

The teacher that is still on the other side of the door offers nicely. He quickly tucks in his buttoned shirt and fixes his hair. He opens the door and peeks his head out before standing in front of the door with a sweet smile.

"I just have a clumsy student in there. She keeps knocking over my books."

Y/n hears him cover up and stifles a laugh. An idea pops into her head, and she moves away from the door. Jisung laughs, and Mrs. Hensley joins in.

"I've had a few of those. Good luck."

Jisung smiles and waves as she walks down the hallway. He slides back in the room and closes the door. He turns around and lets out a breath and closes his eyes as he leans against the door. His heart finally seems to settle down when y/n pipes up again.

"Mr. Han?"

Jisung opens his eyes and raises his eyebrows and drops his jaw at the sight of y/n still on his desk with her shirt open and skirt hiked up higher on her thighs giving a cheeky view of her pussy. Y/n smiles and leans back on one hand.

"Would you like to continue?"

Jisung closes his mouth and silently nods his head, the fire quickly reinstated in his groin. He walks to her and puts his hands on her thighs. Y/n leans back on her other hand, silently offering herself to him. Jisung leans forward and right when his lips are centimeters away from hers, the bell rings. She grits her teeth and groans, making him chuckle softly.

"You have to go. I have a classes to teach and you have to go to class."

Jisung whispers against her lips before pulling away and starting to button her borrowed shirt.

"Fine. I'll see you at 7th"

Y/n huffs as she jumps off the desk. She grabs her bag and starts to walk to the door before turning back to him. Y/n wraps her arm around his waist and pulls him to her, and kisses him firmly on the lips. He moans in surprise and kisses her back. When she pulls away, they are both panting softly. Jisung looks at her surprised and she gives him a smile.

"I wanted to give you something to think about when you teach your classes"

Y/n pulls away and leaves the room with a wink. Jisung shakes his head free of the memories as the bell signaling the start of 2nd. He crosses the hall into his classroom. He collects the packets he passed out yesterday and hands out a new paper, and teaches them through a couple of the questions. He lets them work on it for the rest of the class and doesn't assign it as homework when the bell rings.

Even during teaching, his mind had always fluttered back to y/n for a few seconds. He leaned back in his chair with his legs spread and his pen against his lips staring at a paper but thinking of y/n. Jisung pictures y/n's hand sliding into his shirt, her hands gently grazing his abs...or maybe teasing to touch his length ...her eyes doe like as he takes her mouth. Y/n walks into her 7th bell to see no one else in the classroom, but her teacher, with his eyes, glazed over, staring at a paper. Y/n moves quietly to her teacher's desk. He still doesn't look up, so Y/n clears her throat. At the sudden noise, Jisung jerks his head up and is torn from his daydream. He looks up to a smirking y/n, and he knows he's been caught.

"What are you thinking about, sir?"

Jisung bites his lip. A few students come into the classroom, and he manages to compose himself.

"Go to your seat, Ms. Y/l/n."

Jisung clears her throat. Y/n's smirk only deepens, and she leans forward.

"Anything for you sir"

She whispers and smiles as the lust deepens on his face. Y/n moves to her seat and studies her flustered teacher until class starts. Jisung collects their packets and gets a discreet wink from y/n, which in turn earns a disapproving look from him. Jisung does as he did with his other classes and teaches a few of the questions before sitting at his desk for the rest of them to do. He gets on his phone and scrolls through his Instagram feed.

"Mr. Han, I have a question."

Jisung looks up and finds a smirking Y/n. Why wasn't he surprised? He moves back his chair and motions for her to step around his desk.

"What question?

Y/n sets down her paper to reveal a notebook paper on top.

Do I have to guess what you were thinking about?

Jisung holds back a smile and clears his throat as y/n points to a random spot on the page.

"This one. I don't understand what it means."

She asks with a confused look on her face. He barely stops from rolling his eyes and grabs a pen from his desk.

Jisung scribbles down before fake, explaining a question quietly to y/n . Why was he going along with this? She smiles and nods her head in fake understanding.

"Ah, I see. What about that part?"

She asks another fake question as she writes down something else. Of course, she wouldn't stop, he thinks.

"Were you imagining my hands on you? Or my pussy that fits perfectly on your dick?"

Jisung clamps a hand on his growing dick under his desk at the image of y/n crying out as she gets pounded on his desk. Y/N continues writing.

"My pussy, I can tell by the way you are getting hard. Give me your number."

Jisung gives her a confused look when she writes the last part. She offers him the pen.

"Can you write it for me? Please."

Y/n whispers with a smile. He hesitates, but before he knows it, he is grabbing the pen and writing down his number. Y/n picks up her papers.

"Thank you sir. I get it now."

Y/n walks back to her desk and sits down. She's barely in her seat when she brings out her phone and sends a text to her nervous teacher. Jisung's phone buzzes in his hands, signaling a new message, and he opens it. His eyes go wide, and he looks up to find y/n who was smirking at him. He had expected Y/n to at least wait until after school. He looks back to the message.

“Hi teach (;”

Jisung bites his lip and responds.

“hey dork”

He chuckles a little as he sends it and sees her scoff. He gets a new message. He opens it immediately.

“Sir, I want to be on my knees in front of you. I want to touch you with my hands, lips, and tongue so bad I want to swallow every drop you give me. Will you let me?”

Jisung nearly chokes and stares wide-eyed at Y/n, who simply raises an eyebrow. His phone buzzes again.

Jisung gulps and closes his eyes for a brief second. What the hell was he doing? This is his student. Jisung looks back to his phone.

“Ms. Y/L/N I honestly don't know why I kissed you or fucked you. It was wrong. I could lose my job. We have to stop this.”

Jisung doesn't look at her this time and waits for a reply. Buzzz!

“Oh, Mr. Han, I know why you kissed me and fucked me. You wanted too. I wanted you too. It felt so good and perfect and it was hot. I know you felt it too, the lust, people don't growl for no reason when you kiss them. You want me. Why else would you give me your cell number? You have the power to stop Mr. Han, you just don't want to.”

Y/n was completely right he didn't want to stop. He wanted to have her in every way possible. He sets down his phone and chews on his bottom lip for a few seconds. Yes, he was afraid of getting caught, but the flames in his stomach felt good. Jisung grabs his phone.

“Call me Jisung and see me after class babygirl.”

He looks up to gauge y/ns reaction. Y/n blushes at the pet name he called her and sends another dangerous wink to her teacher. Jisung holds back a smile and sets down his phone. They get through the class without too many looks to each other. When the bell rings, Jisung informs them it's not homework and they file out of class with a smile. All except one, y/n. She hangs back in her seat until the door clicks shut. Y/n gets up from her seat, and he watches her move to his desk. She bites her lip and smiles.

"So you said you wanted to see me...Mr. Han."

Jisung stands up from his seat and moves to the door. He locks it before looking back to y/n. He walks towards her with a purpose. It takes seconds after touching each other for their lips to crash together. Jisung moans and immediately moves one of his hands to one of her ass cheeks, and the other to her throat, he squeezes both. Y/n whimpers and fists her hands in his button-up shirt to pull him closer. Jisung finds himself moving her against the closest available wall. Y/n groans as her back hits the wall hard. Jisung doesn't wait to get right to it and slides his hand that was on her ass underneath her skirt right to her bare pussy. She moans and kisses her teacher harder. He takes that as a green light rubs her clit slowly. 

"Take off your shirt."

Jisung whispers against her lips. She quickly complies as he re-attaches their lips. Jisung moves his finger lazily on her clit. Y/n stops unbuttoning her shirt and throws her head back with a strangled moan. Jisung smirks and quickly unbuttons the rest of her shirt. He grabs one of her hands and interlocks their fingers and pushes their hands above their heads against the wall. Y/n other hand come up to his shoulder, digging her nails into the cloth of white button up shirt. He pulls away just slightly as his finger dips down her wetness. God, she was drenched.

"Fuck, you're so wet kitten"

Jisung whispers against her lips. Y/n grits her teeth to hold back a moan when her teacher pushes one finger easily into her. Jisung starts pumping his finger in and out of y/n's cunt. Her eyes roll back in her head and she groans loudly. He moves his lips to her neck and nips at her skin. She moans and thrusts down on his finger.

"More...please"

She whispers. Jisung moves his lips farther down her neck to her chest as he pulls out his finger.

"Are you sure you can take 3?"

Jisung whispers uncertainty. Y/n groans loudly and opens her eyes to send him a glare.

"Finger Fuck me already."

With that, Jisung lunges forward and crashes his lips to hers with a groan. He couldn't imagine sexier words coming from her beautiful mouth. He gently thrusts three fingers inside of her, who in turn struggles to hold back a loud moan. giving her time to adjust before quickly pumping in and out of her. She lets out a breathy gasp.

"Fuck...yes- oh god Jisung- Yes."

She breathes out against his lips. Jisung smiles and thrusts even harder, making her moan loudly. bringing his lips to her ear.

"Y/n,...we're going to be forced...to cut...this short if you don't be...quiet."

Jisung pants into y/n's ear. She lets out a chuckle before it is covered with another moan. She arches against the wall. Jisung suddenly releases the hand he had pinned to the wall and covers her mouth.

"Is my girl misbehaving? Is she Not listening to her teacher? Should she get punished?"

he moves his wrist and presses his thumb to her clit, hard. She lets out a defeated whimper as she nods yes and arches higher. Her hips buck and grind furiously on his digits. She lets out loud moans and groans that are only stopped by his hand clamped over her mouth, she sucks his thumb in the process to keep herself quiet as Jisung's own mouth travels up and down her neck. Y/n starts to buck wildly as her orgasm approaches. Jisung recognizes the need in her thrusts and moans and moves his mouth back to her ear.

“Don't you fuck dare cum, baby, you've been a bad girl”

She whimpers and pleds As he continues to assault her pussy.

“Please Jisung, I promise..”

“Promise what, princess?”

“I promise to be a good little girl for you” she sobs.

"Cum for me y/n Come on, be a good girl and  Cum for me."

She gasps softly at the term of endearment, but her thoughts quickly transfer back to Jisung's hand between her legs. As quick as lightning and heavenly orgasm is on her. Waves of pleasure rock her body as she whimpers softly. Jisung leaves light kisses on her neck and shoulders as she comes down from her high.

"You did so well babygirl" he slides his hand off of her mouth and leaves a gentle kiss on her lips.

Y/ns eyes flutter open, and she smiles softly. Jisung eases his fingers out of y/n wet pussy and licks them clean, moaning softly at the taste of her. He smiles at her and pulls away to grab a few tissues. He wipes off his hand and cleans her up as well. Once the two are presentable Jisung sits back in his seat and y/n grabs her bag.

"So..."

Jisung looks at her. 

"We shouldn't-"

She interrupts him swiftly.

"Jisung, no offense but if you say this was a mistake I will seriously punch you. You made me cum so fucking hard I'm actually a little shaky. That is not a mistake."

Jisung couldn't help but let out an airy chuckle, Y/n blushed and walked to her teacher.

"Tell me this was not a mistake, Jisung." She says with a vulnerable smile and a tilt of her head. Jisung smiles.

"This was most definitely not a mistake, y/n."

She smiles in return and leans up. He tilts her chin up with one finger and kisses her so tenderly. she hums softly against his lips. She pulls away.

"I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Han."

Blowing him a kiss as she unlocks the door before walking out of the room.

"Look forward to it babygirl" he says quietly with a smirk on his face. 

Yeah, this year is definitely going to be an unforgettable one. 

~END~

[sukuna-ryo]

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[taurasiscntybun]

But we’re roommates! Pt three

-College DT x nerdy reader

-18+ minors DNI

- warnings: graphic descriptions of sex, virginity kink, oral sex, first time, adult language, anxiety

-2,900 words

-Thanks to my always editor @taurasicomplex

“Layback on the pillows baby.” She pushes you back against the headboard and looms over you, her rapid breath mixing with your own.

“Im gonna take your pants off now ok?” Diana whispers, her hands going to unbuckle your cargo pants.

”y..yes please.” You say and lift your hips, she makes quick work of the button and zipper, hooking her fingers in the waistband of your pants.

“Fuck” you swear softly as the fabric slowly slips down your thighs and calf’s, her touch maddeningly gentle as she undressed you.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” Diana praises in a breathy tone, her eyes glued to your exposed thighs and thin panties. She yanks your pants the rest of the way off and tosses them onto your side of the room. She climbs onto the bed over you then sinks downs to her knees, her face hovering above your thighs.

“Open.” Diana prompts and gently pushes your legs open, she sucks in a breath as your wet panties are revealed to her.

“Oh fuck baby, you're so needy for me.” Diana teases and kisses up your thigh, stopping just before she reaches your underwear.

“I think you should take these off too babygirl.” Her breath is hot over your fabric covered core and you moan softly.

“T..take them off please.” You whimper in response, your whole body feeling alight with need for her strong hands. She huffs a laugh against you and slides your underwear down, revealing your slick, glistening cunt to her.

”Fuck you're so pretty here too.” Diana groans, half to herself and half to you as she flings your underwear away too. She grabs your knees and pulls them up over her shoulders, baring you open to her. You gasp as she maneuvers you, her face hovers cementers from your pussy but she pauses, waiting your ok. You tangle your hands in her hair, glad it’s down for once.

“Yes.. more Diana more.” You beg and tug on her hair, you're not even really sure what you're asking for but you knew she’d understand your plea. She doesn’t answer but you feel her huff a little laugh against your skin. Without waiting another moment her mouth is on you, licking a teasing stripe up your cunt. Your hips jerk, the foreign feeling setting you aflame.

“So good baby.” She praises softly and sucks your clit into her mouth, her tongue swirling around your sensitive bud.

”Oh god!” You moan, your body quivering under her expert tongue. She smiles against you and swirls her tongue down to your entrance.

“Oh god you feel so good.” You whine and grind against her.

“That’s right baby ride my face, I want you to cum all over my face baby. Fuck I want to taste your first orgasm.” She groans and thrusts her tongue inside you. She holds your hips as she guides you against her face, moaning softly as she tastes you. You writhe beneath her, needing more.

“Diana! M..more please.” You tug at her hair and she groans, her eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“What do you need baby?” She asks and laps languidly at your clit.

“Fuck Diana I.. I don’t know! I don’t know just more please!” You beg her, your core aching for release.

“I’m gonna use my fingers then babygirl ok?” She maneuvers your position again; putting your legs down but keeping you spread open. Diana runs a hand up your thigh, the move somewhat clumsy but still sexy. She was nervous too. She pulled her face away and ran her middle finger through your folds.

“You’re so good for me baby, you’re so wet.” Her finger teases your heat before pressing into you.

“Fuck you’re so tight… I’m the first one to touch this pretty little hole.” She moaned and closed her lips around your clit again as she slowly pumped her finger in and out. She curled her finger slightly, teasing against your inner walls.

“Oh god Diana yes please.” You gasp out and yank on her hair she made a growling noise in response and lapped her tongue over your clit. She pressed another finger into you as your body relaxes more. Your pussy clenches, your orgasm close.

“That’s it baby squeeze my fingers, fuck you taste so good.” Her words come out muffled against your skin, the ending jumbled as she sucks your clit into her mouth again, scissoring her fingers open inside you and stretching you out.

“FUCK!” You cry out your hips bucking and your back arching off the bed as you cum hard. Your pussy spasms around Diana’s thick fingers as she works you through your high.

“I love watching you come undone, fuck you look so messy I love it.” Diana says sitting up from between your legs. She slowly pulls her fingers out and brings them up to her mouth, her deep brown eyes meet yours as she sucks her fingers clean.

”Oh my god Diana that was..was.. so good.” You pant out and shift to lean forward and reach for her. Diana turns and pulls you against her, half in her lap.

“I’m never gonna stop fucking touching you now baby, you fit so perfectly against me.” She teases and runs her hands up and down your waist.

“So fucking pretty baby.” Diana says softly. She dips her head to nuzzle against your chest, she bites the fabric of your tank top and tugs teasingly. You gasp softly and arch into her touch.

“You’re so responsive.” Diana says in a low tone and circles her tongue around your nipple, it hardens and strains against the fabric.

“Diana” You whimper and your hips subconsciously rock against her thigh. She pulls away from your chest and looks down at you with a smug smile.

“Already so needy for me again, such a greedy little virgin.” Diana taunts and slowly tugs your tank top off; you shiver as youre exposed to the cool air of your dorm room.

”You too Diana, please let me see you.” You beg and pull on the bottom of her shirt. She complies and raises her arms, you don’t hesitate to pull off her shirt. Diana stops you as your fingers wiggle under her sports bra.

“You talk about my boobs so much are you ready to see them?” Diana teases, a silly smug smile on her face, her lips still glisten slightly from your earlier release. You give an annoyed huff.

“I want you too, I want to explore your body I…I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” You say sheepishly and bite your lips.

“You want to touch me baby? I was gonna make this first time all about you but-“ She grins down at you.

“First time?”

“Oh yeah babe, expect this on the regular. I think I’m gonna enjoy coming home after practice and pulling you in my arms before telling you about my day.” She reaches down to the waistband of her pants, shifting you off her lap to undress.

“I.. I guess I didn’t know that was an option.. do.. doing this regularly.” You blush as she drops her pants to the floor. Her eyes soften as she looks at you.

“I just got you my baby bunny, do you think I’m gonna let you go now?” Diana’s voice is a hushed whisper as she locks eyes with you. Noticing your blush she smiles and quickly rips off her sports bra, slingshotting it off her fingers before turning to you.

“Shit Diana, you’re better than I imagined.” You groan and lift your hands to touch her. Her fingers close over your wrists and she guides your hands to cover her breasts.

“Fuck touch me baby.” She moans and leans into your exploring touch. You squeeze her breasts, your touch still a little unsure.

“Don’t be scared.” Diana whispers and moves your hand over her nipple again. You take the hint and pay more attention to her nipples, running your palms over her sensitive buds.

“More baby.” Diana pleads in a raspy tone, she braces herself with her hands behind her and arches her back towards you.

“Tell me how Diana, how do I make you feel good?” You ask and try to mimick some of her early actions; you kiss down her neck and grope her breasts.

“Shit fuck yes.” Diana said in a gasping voice.

“I’m…I’m gonna t..touch you now.” You say a bit more nervously than you meant to. You let your hands wander down to the waistband of her boxers. She sucks in a breath and looks at you.

“You’re not gonna do it wrong I promise.” Diana says, placating your nerves. You peel her boxers off, finally baring all of her to you. You clumsily tug her boxers all the way off, letting them drop off her ankle.

“Fuck that was hard for no reason.” You huff softly and Diana laughs.

“First test I guess, I give you a C.” She laughs at your shocked face. “Oh is that the lowest grade you’ve ever made? Poor baby maybe you can bring up your grade with some extracurricular.” Diana teases and settles in the bed, her long legs spread.

“You..you cannot make this a test when technically this would be the first lesson!” You protest and sit back against your heels.

“Oh relax I was just teasing baby, you know what, sure that was your first lesson, you learned how to cum.” Diana grinned and rested her hands behind her head.

“And?” You snap and lean towards her.

“Hmmmmm” she taps her chin with one finger mockingly.

“I’d say a B+, love the little noises you make but I think you could relax more.” As if to prove her point you huff indignantly and cross your arms.

“Alright lesson two baby, make me cum.” Diana nudges you playfully with her leg and you turn to see her grin.

“And I promise I’m a much nicer grader.” She wiggles her thin eyebrows a few times and you can’t keep the pout on your face, a small giggle escaping you.

“Hmmm what if I say it’s worth double the points or whatever.” She rolls her eyes and nudges you again with her leg.

“Hmmm only because I’m such a studious person.” You say, finding the courage to tease her a little. Diana looks at you almost proudly as you rib her back, the smile on her face wide enough to show her elusive dimple. You crawl over the bed to her and sit back on your heels, hovering over her.

“You can’t do it wrong.” Diana says encouragingly.

“You don’t have to though if it’s uh too much or whatever.” She started to close her legs and you were momentarily shocked, to see the ever sure and confident Diana be so vulnerable.

“Please don’t, I’m sorry it’s me… I…uh… I promise I want to.” You move down the bed a little and push her thighs open.

“I only hesitated because I’ve never done this before and I don’t want to fuck it up for you…I know you’ve had better and I don’t like not being good at something.” You absently squeezed her inner thigh as you spoke and she groaned her hips bucking up.

“I promise I’ve had no one better, fuck baby, no one’s ever touched me.” Diana admits and you still.

“Wait but-“

“Oh I’ve had sex, plenty, mostly with cheerleaders and other girls who wanted to experiment but those girls aren’t usually interested in returning the favor.” She takes in your confused expression and sighs.

“Ok if you want the nitty gritty or whatever, usually I uh masturbate while I uh make them cum or whatever.” She runs a hand through her hair and watches you nervously. You flinch as you watch her unceremoniously rip through the tangles in her curls.

“I uh wasn’t confused on that part.” You say softly and shake your head. “I was confused on how they thought that was ok? Like duh if you made me cum I’m going to do the same.” You tell her matter of factly and relish in the slight blush that forms on her cheeks.

“Oh uh well I just learned to not expect it.” Diana responds quietly, her gaze searching. You nod and smile at her.

“Ok well it sounds like you’re the expert in making people cum, tell me how to do it.” You drop your voice a little lower, hoping it come off as sexy.

“Get closer.” Diana instructs and bends her knees, splaying out and giving you plenty of room. You climb over one of her thighs to settle between her legs, you brace yourself on her thighs and lower your head to hover over you. You pause and grin, deciding to keep the bit going.

“Ok I’ve gotten closer, now what should I do.” You say and watch her pussy tense, the action sending a pang of desire through you.

“F..fuck baby uh o..ok now you’re going to lick.. flatten your tongue then tease the clit.” She instructs, her words getting more breathy as she goes on. You follow her instructions and lick up her slit.

“Oh fuck.” You moan and your eyes flutter shut as your tongue teases at her entrance and her arousal flooded your tastebuds.

“Oh Christ, fuck, mother fucker!” Diana babbles out as you tease her clit.

“Now what do I do?” You drop your voice to a husky whisper and she looks at you in shock.

“Finally found a good use for reading Jane Austen, I know I can call you a little minx!” She protests and wiggles her hips. You laugh softly, relishing in the power you felt.

“Minx or not you still haven’t told me the next thing to do.”

You say, your words muffled against her wet cunt.

“Oh you’re bad, fuck! Fine! N..now suck my clit into your mouth or.. or use your tongue in..in me and move your nose against my clit.” Her words came out as a somewhat defeated protest and you paused for a moment wondering if you took things too far but then Diana writhed under you.

“Fuck you’re torturing me baby” Diana whimpered and tangled her fingers in your hair. You suck her clit into your mouth roughly and wiggle your head slightly to heighten the pleasure.

“Oh baby I’m close please don’t stop just a little more fuck please.” She begged and tugged on your hair. You did the second thing she’d told you, knowing it was even sexier that you were following her directions to make her cum. You close your mouth over her entrance and suck, thrusting your tongue in and moving your head, making sure to bump her clit.

“I’m gonna cum fuck I’m gonna cum, stop now cause I’m gonna cum on your face!” Diana babbles and her hips jerk, you give her thigh a reassuring squeeze and double your efforts, moving back to her clit and lavishing it with attention.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Diana moans and her legs tremor for a moment and her body goes slack. You smile and lick up the remnants of her orgasm, basking in the way her pussy quivered under your gentle tongue.

“A+ fuck baby you get an A+ for that.” She laughs softly and opens her arms as you sit up. You hesitate for a moment, unsure what this makes your relationship.

“We’re in our dorm baby bunny, it’s just you and me, come here and stop overthinking it” You just nod and slide into her, fitting neatly against her chest and between her legs.

“Oh that’s uh very close but ok.” Diana leans down and kisses you on the forehead then pulls the blanket up over you. Her beds never made but that means there’s no awkward shuffle and lifting to get under the covers.

“So you stayed away from me cause you liked me?” Diana asks and strokes her hand through your hair lazily.

“I…uh..I’m already not great with people and I just didn’t know how to uh act normal I guess.” You blush and hide your face from her a bit, burying yourself in her chest.

“And you think you were acting normal? I’ve approached wild animals less skittish.” She teases and twirls a piece of your hair around her finger. “I’m glad you’re finally going to let loose around me, and you’re gonna come to my games right? Oh and we can study together!” Diana says excitedly and squeezes you gently.

“I won’t say no to going to some games, and you definitely need help studying.” You tease back and smile broadly.

“Hey I’m passing all my classes thank you very much!” Diana protests but you can hear the laughter in her voice.

“I think you should set your goals a little higher, maybe try for As or a B.” You say gently and trace an absent pattern on her chest.

“I think you’re gonna be the brains of this operation baby but I can be your muscle whenever you need.” Diana leans down and peppers your face with kisses as you giggle and writhe.

“So now that I’m allowed close I have so many questions.” Her voice is warm in your ear.

“Hmmmm I guess, what do you want to know?” You say and settle against her. Diana strokes your hair absently again.

“I wanna know everything.”

[mistfallengw2]

Feel free to be more specific in comments/notes if you want! If you want to elaborate further, how do you organize them? By role, species, age, alphabetical order, vibes or something else?

[meimeimeirin]

uve seen muzzle wrio, i give you this

salivating..... i mean what. i mean.

[strawberrystepmom]

in the tags - tell me what love tastes, smells, and feels like to you

[topazpearl]

tuurmil as in tuuri/emil from stand still stay silent?... speak on that? i've never considered it but i'm curious 🤔

Me when I get to talk about my rare pair ship!!!!!!!!

Alright where to begin………. You see, it all started back in the year of our Lord 2014. The comic was just starting…. characters were still being introduced… And nobody knew Tuuri was gonna die lol! In the earliest chapters, Emil and Tuuri carried a decent portion of the MC dialogue since Lalli is so introverted and knew no Swedish. So I got attached to the idea of them being a couple fairly quickly. And I wasnt the only one!!!! lol!!

I mean like, Tuuri was literally enamored with the idea of Emil since day one when she heard about him so 😂 Im not completely insane. (He's not as tall as she wanted but yknow, love conquers all.) And of course Emil tries to impress everyone, but the fact that after he's only known this girl for one day, he pulls this kind of shenanigans in front of her/??? It speaks to me. (Something something, being comfortable to show your true self to someone)

ALSO!! If you got the book 1 you know theres a bonus comic thats not published online where Tuuri drags Emil into a bakery and theres a couple nuggets of cuteness in there I waaaaaaaa

(a completely normal way to look at someone that you've only known for a few hours)

Oh and there's another bonus comic where he's like "hey who'd win in an arm wrestle match you or Lalli" to her like????? akjalsdjlsfj the way the hotakainens bring out the silliness in this boy i swear. anyway

Basically a lot of this ship for me is (literally unattainable) Potential.

You have Emil, who's kinda a jerk on the surface but that layer is very superficial and underneath is a wholesome, caring guy. And then you have Tuuri, who is very happy and friendly on the surface, but underneath can be kinda conniving and sour. Tuuri beats around the bush, while Emil is often straight to the point. So they keep balancing each other out, and I kinda love that. Also she's the mechanic and he's the pyro: they're the Gasoline Duo! lol If Tuuri had lived and they were given a couple more years to cook, with Emil maturing more, I think they could've been a good couple. (Emil is already so different by the end of the story). They're not perfect of course (every relationship has its pros and cons) but their dynamic is interesting to me.

If you're ready to jump into this canoe with me I highly recommend listening to "Wasteland, Baby!" by Hozier and then crying about it bc it's Their ship song to me

[wandasaura]

I'm sorry when did this wandanat ric turn into carolmariawandanat fic 😭😭😭😭😭

when we decided as a group to be horny and talk about r having an exibition kink 😭

[princessmyriad]

Actionable things to do, from a white childless non-usa womanoid:

- Think global act local

- Act woman-owned, woc/poc-owned, queer-owned, indigenous-owned as much as possible. Research which companies' parent companies should not be given money.  

-uplift women of colour, and lgbtqia+ and femme people whenever you can, know when your voice should be the loudest but give others who sorely need a voice have not just their turn but their respect too. Let them know openly and politely when they have earned some of your admiration, and stand up for them in social situations, if it is safe to do so. Find safe people, we have strength in numbers too. Ask around at libraries and youth group and elder activity halls if theres a space theyd be willing to help you set up a community garden in

- Decenter men, decenter money, focus on community and kindness.

  * adhere to the 4b movement and/or other woman+kindness-focused ideals that appeal to you with as much longterm conviction as you can find. We have been strong for so long and we can continue to be until we do not Need to be Strong anymore. We can, and will, get this right and make the world tender again. But we have to be strong enough for now to recognize our issues are each-others and we need to start with building a community where we are and building it out globally from there. We need to be amplifying the voices of the most truly deeply hurt peoples within our local communities and assisting those people the most, to build companionship and community and creativity and kindness and compassion into our joint futures. We need to not continue to isolate groups of people down further and encourage fear and distrust, this is what They want. Redirect people who are trying into genuine ways to help, instead of berating or complaining. Our issues might not be the same but they stem from the same roots of misogynistic bullshit and it's more important now maybe than ever to stand united and start fixing things locally first from a place of understanding, not separation.

- Find local shelters or soup kitchens or nonprofit places that primarily help women and/or poc and/or queer people, or facilities that supply safe sexual and reproductive health services for people with utersus, and volunteer in whichever way you can. Things that help often include serving food, preparing food that can be served or heated easily, donating cans or nonperishables. You can also donate blankets and clothes directly to the folk using the shelters if you're unsure of the people ‘running’ the place. Handmade items (knitting, crochet, quilting, sewing, etc.) might be a creative outlet for any frustrations felt too, keep in mind as many body-types that might make use of your item as possible. Some facilities might accept donations in the form of cleaning, or hosting their community bake-sales, or admin, or various other tasks so ask what kind of help they might need that would suit your personal skillset and limitations.

- Acquire books on edible gardening, on human anatomy and medical knowledge, -including mental health knowledge,- on cooking especially with cheap and shelf-stable ingredients. Find books on camping, survivalist tips, and general DIY tips for furniture and clothing and home-maintenance. Plumbing, witchcraft, electricity, tiling, any other book of practical skills could be useful too. Books written by (woc)women and queer people should be your first choice but take what you can get. Thrift stores often have cheap books (or are sometimes willing to give some away if you’re kind enough) but of course this does depend on where you live so acquire books in whichever way is most accessible to you. You can screenshot/save any information you find on the internet too, but it might be a good idea to print or write it out as well, and be sure to get information from smart, women, of colour, who know what they're talking about.

- if youre able, purchase as many contraceptive options and menstrual products as you can. Do not advertise that you have these, give them out to trusted women in need when needed. Do not hoard them, allow other menstruators to purchase them too but do look up the shelf-life of each product. Ive heard that a planB has a shelf life of four years, so thats possibly worth stocking up on, if you have the space and finances and support from within your home. I've not confirmed this though so please take this information with a grain of salt.

- get familiar with your body, aquire sex and selfpleasure toys, learn to use the tools you have safely to reach orgasm or whatever sexual satisfaction means to you. Be honest with yourself about your needs and limits. Post-nut clarity shouldn't be pushed to the backburner for women and femmes and it should be attained without the help of a man whenever possible. Emotional regulation will be hard but this is one of the best ways to stay focused and keep your body and mind from acting out out of a place of loneliness and self-hate. Dance, sing, scream, orgasm, create, do it all as primally as your vessel can handle to regulate, to activate social, empathy, and love and happiness centers of your brain and body.

- Don’t use period trackers or fertility trackers or any such websites/applications. Keep yourself safe online, use usernames and pseudonyms and nicknames that aren't identifiable back to your real life. Keep details of your real life limited to trusted people in trusted circles. Keep community in mind but use discretion as to who’s truly a trustworthy person to tell your thoughts or experiences to. 

- Australians call and write and email your states leaders, everybody do this actually but Aus is rapidly approaching its own crisis-scenario so make your voice heard, make your wishes clear, keep your intentions away from discussion with political heads but remain focused and concise with the outcome of upcoming potential bills and laws that you want to see. Make it clear and factual what you don't want to see too, without making it into personal threats or insults (despite how much you might want to sling some choice words toward your resident Rich Whiteman). Statistics are your friend here but remain honest with yourselves about where the stat comes from and about how Statistics are often played with for the benefit of the author.

***I’m too stressed to think lately. As I find or think of more tips i’ll add them. Please stay safe ladies. Carry a hammer, any weaponry you feel confident to use. Know that knifework can be dangerous to you if you’re not experienced at it. Know too that you must survive. Out of hope, out of spite, out of rage or love you must survive. We can not lose this battle when we have been fighting it for so long. Do not give up now. Please. Rest when you need but please, do not give up now. <3

[acerikus]

OKAY OKAY BUT THE WEIRD 'FLOWEY IS AN ADULT' TWITTER THING. SAW MORE W THAT THIS MORNING AND WAS LOSING MY MIND

People were using some claim from toby in the artbook or something about being happy when people call god of hyperdeath asriel hot as 'evidence' that he must be an adult or it's weird and it's like???? God of hyperdeath is what he's supposed to look like/wants to look like as as adult if he'd survived manifested. Asriel is canonically an adult in DELTARUNE. Toby was probably delighted to know that people will probably be all over deltarune azzy when he's revealed it's not that deep 😭