#I need him to teach me how to do a messy bun | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

meikudan · 1 year ago

Note

Do you write for choso? Or femdom readers If you do I'd like to make a request

Thinking about slowly molding Virgin! Choso into the pretty living d!ld0 you want and teaching him everything he needs to know

Add whatever kinks you want but I just need some sort of choso fic to feed the brainrot

thank you for your request my dear <3

virgin!choso x fem!reader, choso is honestly subby, riding, virginity loss, overstim, mdni

I didn’t necessarily input teaching but this subby Choso omg!

"Cmon Choso please, let me show you what it's like, I promise you you're gonna love it so much.."

He finds himself in the heat of the moment, your breath fanning against his skin, rubbing up and down his chest. You laid sweet kisses on his neck, you knew how sensitive he was there.

Tiny whimpers left his mouth, his chest was heaving, and you couldn't ignore that bulge in his pants.

"F-fine.."

Oh there was such an adorable pout on his lips. He looked so cute in his two messy buns, loose sweatpants. Your hands traveled down his body, pulling the strings of his sweatpants to leave his thick cock loose.

"Look at this pretty boy down here.." you whispered to yourself, Choso's face turning bright red from your words. You look up at him, giving his tip little kitty links, making his breath shaky and thighs trembling. He's never felt this before, and you're so excited at the things you'll be able to do to him.

You began bobbing your head up and down on his dick, deepthroating it every now and then. Choso was extremely whiny. Every time you'd look up at him, his eyes were rolling back or his hand was suppressing his moans.

"G-gonna cum.." he whispered quietly, you ignored him and kept sucking away. "F-fuck y/n, s-shit" he said, he grabbed a handful of your hair, holding you down as he came down your throat. Your eyes widened at the grasp he had on your hair, you were so fucking wet.

When you lifted your head, you showed your tongue to him. Nothing there. You had swallowed it all, a cocky smile spread across your face.

You laid Choso down on the bed, his dick immediately standing up once you got on top of him and spread your pussy wide for him.

You leaned down and your tongue became tangled with his. His hand came down to toy with your clit, quiet whines leaving you. You grabbed a condom from the night stand and wrapped it on his cock. You broke the kiss as you got yourself comfortable, pussy inches away from his dick. "Gonna use this pretty thing for my personal use, if you don't mind," you said giggling, angling yourself. As you slid down, a loud grown left Choso's lips. You were so tight, cunt hugging him so nicely.

You couldn't hold your moans when he was completely inside. You began riding him, not wasting any time, not even going easy knowing it was Choso's first time doing any of this. Not to mention he was still sensitive from coming down your throat.

"S-slow down.. please.." he cried, it was so cute, but you were absolutely drowning in pleasure. Your thoughts were being clouded at how his shaft prodded at all your sweet spots. It felt amazing.

Not even a moment later you were bouncing on him like a pro, tits giving him such a pretty sight. You were putting on such a show for him, but your mind was extremely foggy. You didn’t even notice how much he was begging for you to stop, his third orgasm rising inside of him.

You were definitely working your boy up, but it felt too good for you to stop. The tip of his cock hitting all the nice spots inside of you. Drool was running down your chin as your orgasm was building up as well, you slowed down to give him time to process. But then you remember that you’re on top, so you’re in control.

You saw him sigh in relief for almost a split second until you started working yourself out, bouncing even harder than before. Choso was confused but he had no time to complain, his orgasm and yours just a few seconds away.

“Be a good b-boy can come with me baby..,” you said to him, stroking his hair and easing those nerves of his. He wanted to be a good boy, he’s been doing such an awesome job all this time.

Your words encouraged him to handle it, tears flowing from his face and him gripping onto the sheets harder than ever. It took one more clap of your ass down on his waist, your pussy tightening around his as you both came hard. Your legs were shaking, mouth hanging open as sweet moans left your mouth, and on the other hand, Choso was ruined.

You pulled it out and crawled back up to him, stroking his hair and praising him reassuring him that everything’s okay. “Shh you did good.. so proud of you Choso” and “it’s okay, relax my pretty boy..”

Choso wasn’t a virgin anymore, and for his first time, he absolutely loved it.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #choso smut #choso x you #choso x reader #choso x y/n #choso x female reader

430 notes · View notes

xxblairexxss · 1 year ago

Text

Pick me up (part 2)

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

Charles got a call again, this time from a police station but he’s not gonna fall for it again.

I had so much fun writing this one!

“Hey! Don’t touch her, you dick!”

Never in your life that you imagined yourself would be punching a guy in a club but here you are, your curled hair that you had spent hours with legs folded in front of the mirror, tied up into a messy bun and your fist, full of fancy jewelleries being forcefully thrusted into a guy’s cheek, causing him to stumble back. The strap of your handbag that was hanging on your shoulder fell off to your arm from the strength and you immediately took it with your other arm, started hitting the guy again over and over.

“Did your parents never teach you to never touch someone without their permission?” You pulled back your arm and whacked him in the head again.

“Don’t you know how to respect women?” Another whack.

“Don’t you know how to take no as an answer?” Another whack in the head.

“She said no, dumbass! No means no!” You whacked him again until someone pulled you back.

and the next thing you knew,

you ended up at a police station for an assault.

﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎

“Can you tell me what you girls were doing?

“We were minding our business.” Your friend, Kika replied, glaring at the officer.

“The last time I checked, minding your own business doesn’t include punching someone in the face and continuously smacking them on the head with your YSL handbag. Care to explain, Miss Y/N?” The officer tilted down his head to look at you over his glasses as he set aside the report paper.

“I– um– I– it was an accident.” You bit on your lips and smiled awkwardly when the officer looked at you in disbelief.

“An accident happened by an accident. That means it only accidentally happened once, or twice at least. Based on the report we received, the victim claimed he was whacked in the head for more than 100 times.”

Your mouth widen in surprise as you frowned. “Excuse me?! The victim, you said? The so-called-victim touched my friend right here and even tried to sneak a hand under her dress! Also, it wasn’t more than 100! He’s lying!”

“Is that what actually happened? Can I interrogate everyone, except Y/N as witnesses? Follow me.” The officer stood up, waving his fingers to your friends as they stood up and left the room. Kika mouthed “We got you covered! Don’t worry!” and winked before she walked into the designated room, door closing behind her.

After what felt like hours, the officer came back and had asked the rest of the girls to go home, meanwhile you had to stay because he needed to write another report in defence of your actions, which took another half an hour.

“So, is there anyone you can call to pick you up?”

“My boyfriend.”

“Okay, then–“

“But, sir, I mean, officer, is there any way you can let me go without having to call my boyfriend?” You pleaded. You had a weekend staycation with the rest of the girls and you had promised Charles that you wouldn’t get it trouble. If he knew about this, he would be disappointed.

“Unfortunately, no. We need a sign from someone else other than you so we could have a liability against us in case if something happened again.”

You groaned and took out your phone from your bag, clicking on Charles’s contact number right away.

“Baby? I was waiting for your call. How was your night? Did you have fun?” You heard him said on the phone, sounding very excited to hear all the stories from you, like always.

“Honey, you need to pick me up.”

“Very funny, princess. I’m not falling for that again.” He chuckled and you accidentally made an eye contact with the officer, who seemed to be very eager to end his shift.

“I’m not kidding! I need you to pick me up at a police station!”

“Oh, it’s a police station this time?” He replied nonchalantly and you clenched your teeth. Your boyfriend had to pick a wrong time to be so dense.

“Charles!” You looked back at the officer who handed out his palm, asking for the phone to which you gave in right away.

“Hello, sir. I’m Officer Nathan, calling from Monaco Police Station. We need you to come so we could release Miss Y/N under someone’s supervision in regards to her assault charges.” You saw the officer listening to whatever Charles has said. “Very well, thank you.” He then ended the call and passed the phone back to you.

﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎

Charles rushed in with his hoodie, checkered sleep pants and a glasses. His hair was messy. He looked like he had been in bed for hours judging based on how flat the hair looked from the back. You felt bad having to drag him into this matter but it wasn’t your choice. He had signed a few paper and repeatedly apologise to the officer before taking your hand, your handbag into his other hand as both of you walked out of the police station.

“Care to explain, baby?” His eyes was still on the road but he had his hand on your thigh, grasping on it when you didn’t reply. “It’s okay. I’m not mad, sweetheart. I just want to know what happened.”

“That guy touched Isa inappropriately. I saw the way he slid his hand under her dress and even tried to cover her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. I got so mad so I just….”

“Punched him? That was so hot, babe.” He laughed and it made you turned your head immediately to look at him and he was indeed, laughing as if you were telling a joke. “How hard did you punch him? I never knew you had that strength in you.”

“Not that hard but I guess it hurt because of these.” You stretched out your arm to flash your jewelleries and gasped when you realised one of the ring from the hand that you used to punch the guy had lost its diamond. “Oh, no! The diamond is gone!” You pursed your lips.

“It’s okay, I can buy you a new one.” He intertwined his fingers with yours and brushed a kiss on it.

“My bag is ruined too. See this? I think I might have whacked it too hard.” You lifted your handbag in front of you and pulled a face.

“I’ll buy you a new handbag too, baby. Just don’t use it as a weapon next time, okay.”

✧.* tags! @i83andrew @cltrlne @karmabyfernando @ohthemisssery

506 notes · View notes

etfrin · 1 year ago

Text

What's the fun?

warning - NSFW (f.masturbation, fingering f. receiving, dumbfication and degradation)

playboy&roomate!Geto x virgin female!reader

summary - Geto keeps bringing girls to the dorm and reader is curious about what's so great about sex and Geto offers her to teach the wonders of sex.

- - -

Even today you saw someone leave the dorm, glowing with hickeys all over their neck. It was a common sight for you now.

You couldn't help but wonder about the many girls who left satisfied after a night in Geto's bed. Refreshed and happy after an orgasm as if they weren't failing all of their classes and have hundreds of pending assignments. Or perhaps that's just you.

But you can't help yourself, your mind is genuinely curious. Geto was cooking his breakfast in the kitchen, wearing nothing but sweatpants. His hair is in a messy bun.

You go near him, sitting on the counter. He glances at you but pays more attention to the cooking. You swallow in nervousness before finally spitting out, "What's so great about sex?"

Gojo stops for a second before stirring his food. His lips twitch in amusement. "Don't you know?" He asks, his voice raspy.

You shake your head, "Virgin." Hearing your answer he turns to you, turning the stove off. He raised his eyebrows, but there was no hint of shock, "Don't you touch yourself then?"

You shake your head. You tried masturbation during your high school years but never reached the edge no matter how hard you tried or how many toys you had used. Perhaps it was because of this you had given up on sex completely, it certainly wasn't helpful that you didn't fit into the social standards of beauty so not many asked you either.

You opened your mouth to explain, "It... never worked out." His lips were now in a smirk, and he leaned forward, caging you. "I could always show you," he offered, his eyes twinkling in amusement and just a hint of heat.

You licked your lips, a nervous habit. You could say yes... but you stop yourself at the last moment. You shake your head. You chuckled, despite feeling disheartened, "I won't be another name to add to your list, Geto."

Geto simply shrugs and plates his food. "Your loss," he said before leaving the kitchen.

Not even a week later, your curiosity won over you. You wanted to feel the pleasure you spent so many nights reading about. You wanted the intimacy people tend to over-glorify by a mile.

You knocked at his door, and after recieving permission you enter his room. Neat and clean, just like him. He glances at you, he was on his desk, his laptop on. His eyes held the trumpet, he knew exactly what you were here for.

"Go to my bed and touch yourself, my sweet," He said, his eyes on the screen, his long fingers typing across the keyboard. "I'll give you my attention when I deem fit," He said, his words were mean but his tone was so soft-spoken.

You wondered if you should have left instead your legs dragged you to his bed instead. Your leggings and panties are on the floor. You bite your lower lip at the intrusion of the finger inside your cunt. You weren't wet. You tried to squirm the finger around. You pout, your eyes glaring at Geto, begging for attention.

"Geto," you let out breathless, "I don't know what to do." Geto doesn't look back, still typing. He replied, "Think of me."

That fucking narcissist, you think. But you heed his words. You imagined his mouth on you, you imagined his fingers, his cock splitting you apart.

Oh. Your cunt was drooling now, enough to ease a second finger in. You let out a whimper. You could see Geto's shoulders tensing from the noise. He likes noises, you noted.

You don't hesitate to let out your whines and whimpers. Your fingers fucking you at an impatient pace, and the sound of squelching seemed to echo. You just wanted to cum. You just wanted to cum.

"Geto," you moan his name, your fingers deep inside your cunt, unable to hit the spot they needed too. "Please, please, I need you," you whine.

You let out a flinch as he shut the laptop rather loud. He turned his chair, looking at you. You were still wearing your T-shirt. He glances at your clothes that were on the floor. He shakes his head in faux disappointed. He picked them up, folded them, and placed them on the table.

All the while, you were still needy, your cunt throbbing with need but unable to let go. He walks to his bed, sitting down near you. His hand holds your jaw, making him face you. He leans down and whispers, "What does my little slut want? Would she prefer my fingers instead? I can't believe that you're so dumb that you can't even cum from your fingers."

Your eyes widen from his words but your walls twitch too. "Ge- geto," you said shocked, not sure what to reply. "Dumb girl," he whispers, looking straight into your eyes. He takes your fingers out. The very same fingers coated in your arousal were licked clean by him. You could feel your pussy clenching with each suck of your fingers done by him. His mouth is a different kind of warmth than your pussy.

"Geto," you whispered again, not sure what you were asking for. His eyes flicker at you. "Shut up," he said in a voice that made your pussy clench harder than ever.

"Dumb slut," he smirks, your fingers now clean from your arousal but covered in his drool. His fingers tap your pussy, before rubbing up your clit. "At least you taste good," he said in a condescending tone.

His fingers crossed the threshold of your entrance, your cunt sucking his fingers in so easily. He hums as his fingers go in deep. They curl right up to a spot that has you moaning.

He chuckled at your reaction. "That's it," he whispers.

After he found that spot, you couldn't do much except moan. Take what he gives you. His fingers continue to thrust themselves in, pressing into the spot without mercy.

You could something coiling up, and you whimper to Geto, "I think- Geto- close!" He chuckles at the warning. "Cum, slut" he whispered in a mocking tone. It pushed you over the edge. Your walls spasming around his fingers. He kept going until your high ends before he took them out. His free hand holds your jaw to face him again. "Eyes on me," he ordered. His tongue licked up your cum on his fingers. He could see you getting flustered from the act. After he was done, he patted your cheek. As if you were truly dumb, fucked dumb by his fingers and words.

"Now leave I have to finish my assignment."

342 notes · View notes

ramp-it-up · 1 year ago

Text

Homework

Shield High School FACULTY AU

Pairing: Teacher! Bucky x Teacher! Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Language, S MUT w/some plot, mutual pining, angst, fluff, two idiots in love, wall s ex, dirty talk, teasing, praise kink, a teeny tiny bit of degredation, oral s ex (f/m recieving), finger f ucking, face f ucking, sloppy head, rough s ex, pleasurable pain, squirting, raw s ex (protect ya self).

A/N: This is a teacher AU. All characters in this are ADULTS, as you should be if you’re reading my fic. Thank you. 😊 This comes right after Quarter Finals and way before Deck the Hallways. Thanks to @blackpinup22 for asking for this after 18 months. I'm glad you got me when you know I ain’t sh#t, lmao. Reblogs and interaction is currency for writers on this app. If you like it, reblog.

Please follow @rampitupandread and turn on notifications to learn when I post! 😘

I Do NOT consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

Bucky woke up the next morning and stared at you as the sun came up. You looked so angelic. He couldn’t believe his luck, and fought his instinct to grab you again. Last night had been everything he’d dreamt of and more. His heart flipped as he studied your face. He had to do this right; he couldn't scare you off.

You’d said that you wanted him ruined for any other woman. Bucky didn’t know how to tell you that he had been before he laid a finger on you. He was so far gone that he couldn’t sleep and he didn’t want to leave, so he got up, quietly cleaned himself up and slipped on his clothes from the previous night. Then, he snuck out of the door.

Bucky came back 45 minutes later, carefully replacing the keys that were on the table next to your door.

He carried the bags into the kitchen and opened your refrigerator.

Food. It was one way to express how he felt about you.

——

You woke up to the smell of food coming from your kitchen. You peeked your head out of your bedroom and saw Bucky puttering around.

You closed the door before he saw you and leaned against it, heart skip-pattering and a giant grin on your face. Your mind couldn’t believe the night actually happened, but your body told you it did.

You ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower while you brushed your teeth quickly. You took a famous seven-minute shower and threw your hair up in a bun, trying not to take the situation too seriously. You threw on an old t-shirt and some shorts, trying desperately to not look like you were trying too hard.

You looked ruefully in the mirror before turning to join Bucky. You thought that you looked a mess, but it was the best you could do.

——

“Why are you always trying to feed me, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky turned around from his preparations and his heart skipped a beat. He felt his face split into a grin when he saw you. You looked beautiful and sexy as hell, fresh faced and relaxed. You were so damn hot.

“Morning, Doll.”

The way you smiled and walked up to him and put your arms around him made his anxiety disappear. He wrapped you up in an embrace and kissed you on your forehead.

“Gotta keep your strength up.”

“For what?”

You smirked up at him.

“At school, you are on all day when you’re teaching. You need sustenance.”

You stared at Bucky’s lips. Bucky stared back at you.

“And on a Saturday morning?”

Bucky raised his eyebrow up. He leaned down to your ear, his breath on your neck making you shiver.

“You need strength for weekend activities.”

You shuddered in his arms at his voice.

“Activities, huh?”

Your sultry tone was doing things to him.

“Yes. Activities…”

Bucky kissed your neck and then pecked you on your lips as he took you by the shoulders and moved you away from him, trying to keep focus.

“It does take almost all day to wash my hair.”

Bucky looked at your messy bun.

“You make beauty effortless, Doll.”

You blushed and ducked your head as you turned around and looked at the spread.

“Let’s eat.”

Bucky pulled out your seat and placed a napkin in your lap. You smiled at him as he sat across from you.

“What did I do to deserve this kind of service?”

You reached for the maple syrup which you realized you didn’t have in your pantry.

“Did you go grocery shopping?”

“I did.”

Bucky stared at you as he took a bite of food. Those lips distracted you and you shifted in your seat, the delicious ache in your core giving you an inkling of why.

“I did it because I had a great time last night. And food is my love language.”

Your eyes got wide. Did he just say 'love?'

Bucky started choking.

“I mean…Not like that. I mean.. Not not like that… shit….”

He felt like such fool as you watched him take a drink of juice.

“You good?”

“No. I’m a fucking idiot.”

You smiled at him, feeling disappointed that he didn’t want to express those types of feelings. The types of feelings that had butterflies trapped below your rib cage since the first time you saw him.

“It’s okay Bucky. We had a great night. We don’t have to ruin the vibe with all that ‘what are we?’ nonsense.”

Bucky paused. Wait. Did you not want to define the relationship? Fuck. He shouldn’t be such a simp.

“Right. Yeah, absolutely. Don’t want to ruin the mellow.”

You two ate, making small talk about the Saturday errands, laundry, cleaning and planning for the next week that needed to be done and then you both moved to put the dishes in the washer and clean the kitchen.

When you were done, you stood staring at each other.

Bucky wanted to say the things he thought he shouldn’t say, but he didn’t want to ruin this. He was afraid he already had. All he wanted was to take you into his arms and tell you that he wanted you, that he felt very deeply for you already. But it was too soon.

Wasn’t it?

“Well, Doll. See you Monday morning.”

“See you Monday, James.”

You wanted to throw yourself into his arms and burrow you head into his chest, pull him back to your bedroom and cuddle all day, but you decided not to. Maybe this was a one time hookup, or maybe there would be more to come. You didn’t want to be that girl who just wanted a relationship.

So you decided to be a grown up about it.

Bucky walked out, looking back at you before you closed the door. Your heart sank that he was leaving, but you just waved as he climbed into his car.

You spied Bucky’s tie peeking out from under your couch as you walked back to your bedroom, picked it up and put it around your neck, smiling as you remembered the night before. You debated giving it back to him. If you never had another night, you’d have this.

You were thinking about how to act around him at work when you heard a knock at the door.

Your heart flipped when you saw it was Bucky.

“I forgot…”

Bucky stared at you in his tie and licked his lips when you opened the door.

“You forgot your tie.”

“No. I forgot my… I forgot my you.”

Bucky looked at you and sighed. Your butterflies awoke.

“I forgot my you.”

Bucky took the ends of the tie and pulled you toward him. The action was unneeded because you felt this magnetic pull which drew your lips together like magnets.

He mumbled something when he separated from you, and you thought you heard what he said, but you couldn’t believe it. His mouth brushed the shell of your ear as he whispered it, urgently begging.

“Please be my girl, Yourname. I want you, I like you. So so so much.”

His lips brushed your neck, making you shiver as the butterflies rioted in your stomach. He was slurring as if drunk on your scent and proximity.

“Wan’ you to be mine. Please. Don’t wan’ anyone else. I’m ruined. Just like you said.”

The velvet tenor of his voice made you tremble, and all of your senses were alive in all areas of your body.

“J-James, what? What are you saying?”

You were breathless as your hands traced the muscles in his back, and followed his lats around to the front of his shirt, toying with the buttons, your fingers itching to take it off again as he walked you backwards into your apartment.

After kicking your door closed, Bucky stopped long enough to pull back and look in your eyes as your hands trailed up to his shoulders.

“I want you to be my girl, Yourname.”

You looked down and then up again, biting your lip to keep from grinning like a fool. Then you nodded.

“Okay. I’ll be your girl, James.”

“Fuck yeah!”

Bucky let out a whoop and then walked you back into the nearest wall, hands everywhere.

“Want you. Need you.”

The feeling of intoxication was contagious, and your head was spinning at Bucky’s ardor.

“We went all night, James. I’m already sore…”

Your protest was countered by the fact that you were unbuttoning Bucky’s shirt and pushing it off of his shoulders.

Bucky dropped to his knees, looking up at you with those blue, blue eyes.

“Did I do that? I’m so sorry, Doll, Let me kiss and make it better.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes as he pulled your shorts and panties just down enough with his hand so that his tongue could reach your cunt.

Bucky’s lips kissed yours and his tongue split them in two, collecting your juices on his tongue. It was so fucking sexy to see him so desperate for you that he didn’t even take off you panties. You weren’t laughing anymore as he dove face first into your moist cunt, sukling your clit and inserting two fingers over your panties to finger fuck you as he tried to shatter your soul.

“Fuck you’re so perfect!”

Bucky moaned it into your cunt as you scream-whined.

“Oh my god, yes! Ohhhhhhh. Mmmmmmh. YesyesyesYESSSS!”

Your legs started shaking and your hands fisted in his hair, pulling the more he moaned when you did it. He stared you straight in the eye as you came and tried to hold on to the wall above your head for purchase.

“One more time…”

Bucky pulled your panties all the way off as he drove his entire mouth into your cunt, tongue fucking and sucking your clit impossibly at the same time. You were on tiptoes and instantly on edge again.

“Oh my god I’m gonna cum again.”

You were speaking in a low sultry whine as you held his head and stared at him again. It was so intimate and so fucking hot when you came into his mouth.

“James! Fuck.”

You laughed as he stood up, sliding his body against yours along the way. You fisted his cock through his pants.

“What do you need, Doll?”

“Need my man to fuck me up, James.”

“Damn, Doll.”

Bucky picked you up and walked over to your couch, sitting down with you on his lap, bottomless, squirming on his lap in an effort to get what you wanted where you wanted. Your soreness was forgotten. Your only mission was to get his pants off.

You started gyrating in Bucky’s lap, trying to get some friction on your clit while he gently swatted your cunt while his hands reached under your shirt to squeeze your braless tits.

“This sweet, sweet pussy. Don’t want to hurt it anymore.”

He gave you a quick, filthy peck on your lips.

“Pleaseeee. James. Please hurt me.”

His teasing was driving you crazy and he was loving it. You could feel his bulge rubbing against your ass.

“You can’t mean that, Doll.”

Bucky’s eyes mesmerized you as one of his huge hands lifted your t-shirt and he leaned down to suck and pull your nipple into his mouth. You panted and moaned as you propped your leg up outside of his on the couch, opening your legs even wider as an invitation.

Bucky licked his fingers and reached around and under your leg to rub your pussy as he sucked your nipple again.

“Ah that feels goood, James…unnnnnh yessss.”

You both looked down to see you start making a wet mess all over his hand, then used two fingers to stroke circles on you. He alternated watching your face and your pussy.

“So fucking beautiful, Doll.”

You came on his hand again and then he let you slip down to the floor while he stood up to take off his pants. When he sat back down, you immediately grabbed his bobbing dick, proclaiming “Mine!”, and wasted no time deep throating and gagging on him.

“Holy shit, that’s right Doll, it’s yours. But…take it easy on me… fuck!”

But it was Bucky who was fucking into your throat preventing your breathing at the moment. He let you gag and drool all over him for a few minutes before he pulled you off, kissing you filthily and fully as he squeezed your tits again.

“So fucking hot. Get up here.”

He went under your shirt to suck your nipple as you positioned your legs on either side of his widespread thighs. You scrambled to take off your tee while Bucky licked his fingers to stretch you out again. You wiggled your ass as he positioned his cockhead at your entrance and the magic began.

Bucky intoned a deep, “Ahhhhhhh,” as you slid down the length of him, and you immediately started whining. He hit that spot deep inside you and your apartment was filled with the pornographic sounds of your flesh slapping together.

You started riding him harder as you two watched him filling you up just right.

“Why are you fucking your dick so good, Doll? Such a good fucking girl, My good girl. My best girl.”

Bucky’s words drove you over the edge and your eyes rolled back into your head as Bucky held your wildly gyrating hips steady.

“Need more…”

Bucky turned you around reverse cowgirl, but took control of your hips and leaned you back, using you like a fuck toy, slamming you down on his cock. He was going as deep as you ever felt him while whispering filthy things in your ear.

“You thought you were sore before. That’s nothin’, Doll. Gonna make sure you can’t walk straight all next week. When I see you coming down the hall I better see the evidence of how I molded you to my dick this weekend.”

“Bucky, FUCKKKKK! I’m gonna cum. All over!”

Bucky scooted to the edge of the couch as you released, the squelch of your fluids outright obscene.

You collapsed on him, only slowly realizing that Bucky was still hard inside you.

“Oh… nooooo….”

Bucky kissed your temple as he moved you two down to the floor.

“Oh, yes, Doll.”

You were on your hands and knees as he put his hand on the back of your neck and started fucking into you. Bucky helped you realize that you were not done because when he stopped moving, you found yourself throwing it back on him.

“Fuck yes, fuck your dick, Doll. Sssssshit.”

He watched your ass work and then grabbed your hips, his stroke becoming erratic. Knowing that his end was near brought you another and you shattered just before he did. Bucky’s thick streams of cum filled you up and then leaked out of you almost instantly with their velocity and copiousness.

You were on the rug in your living room, trapped by the bearable weight of Bucky’s body. You didn’t think you were able to move anyway. A sudden rush of cool air was replaced by a feeling of weightlessness as Bucky packed you up, put you on the toilet and bade you to pee.

You did, unashamed as you sleepily watched Bucky run a hot bath. He looked back at you and blushed when he caught you admiring him.

“Can I stay a while, Doll?”

How did the man have the nerve to be bashful after what you two just did? You wanted to say that he could stay forever, but you just nodded, and softly said, “Yeah.”

#shield hs faculty au #shield hs #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x black female reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes #teacher au #avengers au #marvel au #teacher! bucky barnes x teacher! reader #teacher! bucky barnes

280 notes · View notes

itadorey · 1 year ago

Text

notes: suggestive but no smut, reader has hair long enough to tie up

band member choso who learned how to do his hair in order to keep it out of his face during shows.

you think its cute, the two spiky buns at the back of his head always bringing a smile to your face when you see them. you like to watch him as he gets ready, fingers deftly working his hair up into its usual style before he turns to give you a kiss on his way out.

it’s not long before you ask him to teach you how to replicate the hairstyle, and it also doesn’t take much convincing to get him to agree. he wastes no time before pulling you into his lap, his fingers playing with your hair as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“shouldn’t i be facing the other way?” you ask, giving him a teasing smile as you cross your arms. “y’know, so i can actually use the mirror to see what you’re doing?”

a shiver runs down your spine when he rests his hands on your hips, pulling you closer as he rolls his eyes.

“i think this is perfect,” is all he says, reaching up to part your hair. “first you need to part your hair, making sure you have it equally divided.”

you hum in acknowledgement, eyes trained on his face as he focuses on the task at hand. his handsome face is set in a serious expression, eyebrows slightly furrowed together as he gently gathers up half of your hair in his hands. he shifts in his seat as he leans closer, and you straighten up slightly when you feel his hips roll against yours.

“then, once you get rid of all the knots and bumps, you start to twist it as if it was a regular bun,” he continues. you only half-register his words, too distracted by the feeling of his hands in your hair to fully process his words.

“and then what?” you ask, hoping that choso doesn’t notice the newfound breathiness in your voice. he pauses briefly, and you find yourself squirming in his lap when he reaches down for your hand. he leans in slightly, letting his gaze drops to your lips briefly before speaking.

“then you give me a hair tie,” he states, gently tugging one off your wrist. you feel yourself flush in embarrassment, looking away from him and missing the amused glint in his eye. “tie the bun securely, but make sure to leave a few strands of hair sticking out at the end. that’s what give it the spiky, messy look.”

“oh, uh, okay,” you mutter, your hands coming up to grab at his shoulders for support as you attempt to get off his lap. his hand come down to rest on your lower back, holding you in place and preventing you from moving.

“hold on, let me finish the other bun and then you can practice on me. does that sound good?”

you nod wordlessly, settling back down on his lap as he reaches for one of your arms and tugs the other hair tie off your wrist. he places it between his teeth, and you find that your gaze is drawn to his lips as he works the other half of your hair up into a matching bun.

the process is quicker this time, and you don’t look up from his mouth until he plucks the hair tie from it and skillfully wraps it around your hair.

“what? see something you like?” he asks roughly, drawing your gaze up to his eyes. they’re half-lidded as he stares down at you, almost predatory as he takes in your flustered state. it’s only then that you realize his hands have found purchase on your hips once again, gently moving you back and forth on his lap as his fingers creep underneath your shirt.

“yeah, i do,” you mumble, pressing yourself against him as your lips meet his.

he wastes no time before kissing you hungrily, one of his hands splaying across your back to pull you closer as the other comes up to cup your cheek. your hands ghost across his chest, coming up to wrap around his neck before settling into his hair. his own buns fall apart as you tug on the hair ties, earning a breathy moan from choso as his lips trail down your neck.

“what happened to learning a new hairstyle?” he asks a soft, mocking tone in his voice as he tugs at one of your buns. a strained gasp escapes your throat at the action, and he curses when you grind down harder on him in return.

a breathy laugh leaves his lips when you grasp his jaw, turning his face towards you so you can capture his lips in a kiss once again. you gently push him down onto the couch, resting your hands on his chest as he looks up at you.

he looks almost angelic, hair splayed around him like a dark halo with his lips swollen and red. his hands rest on your ass, digging into the soft flesh as you give an experimental roll of your hips over his.

“that can wait,” you murmur, leaning down and letting your lips brush against the shell of his ear. “i have more important things to do right now.”

ty for reading <3

#choso x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #girl idk if this is good #NOT proofread #please don’t hate me for this ☝️#he definitely planned for that to happen

207 notes · View notes

simplydannie · 8 months ago

Text

Inspired by and written for my partner in crime @jules0511. We greatly apologize for the angst in this one!!

TRIGGER WARNING ‼️: DEATH AND MENTION OF UNALIVING SOMEONE

The Mistress (their manager) runs a tight ship, and has a very tight leash on the twins. Veneer has let her down one to many times, and has attempted more than once to release Floyd.

Mistress no longer sees a need for him, her only desire is Velvet. So she plans a little accident that will take him out once and for all.

Floyd ran and ran.

He spotted the drawer in the middle of the hallway, so he took cover. Floyd heard the distant footsteps of the giant female Rageon.

“WHERE ARE YOU!” Velvet screamed. Floyd closed his mouth as he tried to catch his breath. Veneer, I have to go back, he thought to himself. He peeked from under the drawer. Velvet stomped around, peeking through every door….she wasn’t dumb, she’d know to look under the drawer. He had to be careful and calculate his move.

“DAMMIT!” Velvet bursted a door open and went int. NOW! Using his hair, he quickly swooped past the opened door and went running from where he came from…back to Veneer.

Veneer sat on the chair holding his eye. Unfortunately, his sister walked in on him releasing Floyd. There was an anger in her eyes and they turned pink. She punched him square in the face, leaving him a black eye. Hopefully, Floyd was long gone by now…back to his brothers….that's when he heard the small pitter patters of little feet on the floor. Veneer looked up to see Floyd coming back through the open door.

“Floyd! What the heck! You should’ve been gone!” Veneer knelt to the ground to get at eye level with the little Troll.

“Not without you! Now lets go! Before Velvet turns back around.” Floyd pulled the Rageon to get him to move.

“I can’t.” Veneer stated, “I can’t leave Velvet in all this mess.”

“We will comeback for her. I promise. Before we do, we need a plan.”

“Floyd, you don’t know what the horrid woman is capable of she- AHHHH!” Veneer was pulled up by his collar. He came face with a huge Bergen: Gruff.

“Hey!” Floyd yelled, but he was soon caught again. Encasing him a diamond was another Bergen: Ruff. Floyd banged his little fists on the diamond. “Let him you go , you big lugs!”

“We got the Troll boss.” Both Bergens turned towards the door. A tall Rageon woman entered…she was elegant, she was beautiful. Her hair was was the dark red tint of sangria, her skin was light redwood red. She walked in her black elegant suit, pointed shoulder pads made her look more menacing. Her hair pulled in a messy bun, with curls falling beautifully around her face; her piercing green eyes staring straight at Veneer…she was their manager…she went by her stage name: The Mistress.

“And I wonder how he may have escaped in the first place.” She didn’t take her eyes off Veneer…He shuddered under the grasp of the Bergen. “Do my associates here need to teach you another lesson?” Gruff pinned Veneer to the wall.

“No!” Floyd yelled. The sound of Velvet’s heels were heard as she entered the doorway, walking upon the sight of Gruff pinning her brother against the wall.

”Wait! What are you doing?” She called out.

“Your brother needs to learn another lesson.” Mistress said. Gruff was ready to strike…

“WAIT!” Velvet cried out. The Bergen withheld himself. Mistress turned to her and arched an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” She asked.

“L-look at his eye. I already pounded him. He knows better than to do that again. If not I’ll seriously lay another one on him.” She glared at her brother through angry eyes. Veneer swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. Mistress smiled at the effect that Velvet had on her brother…he was truly afraid of her….Though, what Mistress didn’t know was that Velvet never planned on doing that again. Something came over her when she hit him… she needed to control herself, she needed to prevent it.

“Very well.” She nodded at the Bergen to place him down. Gruff let go of Veneer, causing him to land to the ground with a loud thud.

“Ven!” Floyd cried out. Mistress looked at the Troll in disgust.

“Make sure these two are not left alone again. Lock him up. I will only have access to him until you two need him.” She snapped at Ruff who still held Floyd. The Bergen nodded and walked away. Veneer stared at Floyd wide-eyed and scared as the small Troll was carried away. “Velvet, a word in my office. You!” She turned and spat at Veneer, “To the showers and off to bed!”

Mistress closed the door behind her as they entered her office, “Sit.” She told Velvet. The young Rageon hesitantly sat down on the chair opposite of the Mistresses desk….The woman was intimidating, being in the same room with her was enough…but being alone with her..that was drawing the line. Velvet didn’t know what she wanted or why she was called to meet with her alone. If it was about what happened, Velvet had no idea Veneer would do that. Yes…they had a connection with the Troll…or they did, before he tried to leave them. That alone was enough to break Velvet’s trust, especially when you betray Veneer in such a way…that wasn’t forgivable….

Mistress finally took a seat opposite of Velvet. She crossed her legs and leaned in on her desk, “So, Velvet, there has been something I wanted to ask you for awhile…”

Velvet sat straight up and looked mistress in the eyes. She tried not to look afraid, but truthfully, she was terrified.

”If it’s about what happened, I didn’t know. Veneer still cares for the Troll, no matter how much I’ve tried talking him out of it…” Velvet began to explain.

“That’s a different matter we can discuss later. It’s about something else.” Mistress responded.

“Oh.”

”Have you thought of solo career?”

Velvet was to stunned for words. Has she? In all honesty, no, she hadn’t. She was famous, she had money, that’s all that mattered. “No…No honestly not really. Why?”

“You have potential. Between you and your brother, you’re the one I can see holding your own. I’ve seen the analytics, you are FAR more popular than your brother is. You don’t think he’s holding you back?”

The young Rageon thought about it for a moment…Was he clumsy? Yes. Airheaded? Most definitely. Did his mistakes get them in more trouble than they should be? Always. But Velvet never once felt like he was holding her back. They survived down in the under-city by themselves, together…

”He’s an idiot. I won’t lie. Sometimes I want to wrap my hands around his neck and just shake some sense into the stupid big head of his….But….No, I’ve never thought of him holding me back. I mean, it’s been the two of us for as long as I can remember.”

Mistress figured as much…

”Well, I thought I would ask. Just letting you know you have it. That was all. You may leave.”

Velvet hesitated a moment..but then she got up and left.

“Ruff. Gruff.” Mistress called out. The two Bergens walked in, “The Troll?”

”Locked away.”

“Good. Good.” She picked up the phone and dialed.

“What is it?”

“Our girl didn’t take the bait. She is not going to ditch her brother.”

“Did she seem certain?”

“Very certain. He’s been screwing up. He let the stupid little Troll out today. It would have gotten away if he didn’t go back for the kid.” Mistress replied.

“Gone back? Why the hell would the Troll go back?” The voice in the other line asked.

“There’s history. The girl seems to hate the little Troll, but the boy is determined. It seems the essence isn’t effecting him as much as we hoped…He’s not fully under our control.”

“You think he’ll ever be?”

“No. He’s on the verge of ruining our little setup. If anything gets out what we’re doing, we’re ruined. Veneer is not going to give up until he sets that little Troll and his sister free…He’s annoying.” Mistress declared.

There was silence on the other line, then a long sigh, “Then, do what you have to do. He’s no use to us if he can’t be controlled.”

“Oh, I got this. It’ll be all over the news tomorrow.” The Mistress hung up. She tapped her fingers along her desk. “Are they here?” She turned to her Bergens. Ruff and Gruff came in and placed four diamonds on her desk…inside these diamonds were more Trolls. They banged and banged against the diamond they were encased in.

“Hey! Let us out of here you old hag!” John Dory yelled. Next to him, his brothers also cried out and cursed Mistress.

“They are quite adorable.” She commented, smiling slyly.

“Where’s our brother!” Branch yelled from within the diamond, but the Mistress paid no mind to him at all.

“Prepare the setup. I want it all looking like an accident when our little Veneer takes a tumble off stage.” She waved off, signaling her Bergens to take the Trolls away. The brothers stared at each other in disbelief after hearing what they heard…Setup? Accident? They didn’t want to be a part of this…they just wanted their brother back…

The lights at the Rage Dome sparkled and shone the next night. Fans cheered and cried anticipating the arrival of their idols. Velvet and Veneer sat shoulder to shoulder in the pearl white limo as it made its way to the Rage Dome.

“More Trolls? We’re going to own this night Veneer!” Velvet exclaimed happily. On two of her shoulder pads she carried Branch and Clay, there was a centerpiece in her chest where Floyd stood.

“Leave my brothers out of this!” He screamed at the Mistress sitting across from them.

“They should have known better than to come. They’re practically asking for it.” The woman replied as she was glued to her phone. Veneer eyed Floyd with a sad expression. He looked solemnly at the other trapped Trolls.

”…I’m sorry…” He whispered to John Dory and Bruce as they were held captive in the diamond he had.

“Veneer, stop it! WE deserve this. WE deserve to be happy…and not at the hands of a squirmy little Troll.” She glanced down angrily at Floyd. The Mistress looked up to eye his reaction…

“Always Vels.” He said, but his face was still sad, still unconvinced…she was still to proceed with the plan as necessary…

The luxury vehicle arrived at the front of the Rage Dome…The fans roared and screamed louder and louder, “Here we go!” Velvet smiled at her brother as she stepped out. The fans boomed upon the sight of her. They screamed and chanted her name.

“Thank you! Thank you!” Velvet said with a smile across her lips. Veneer faked a smile as he walked out behind her. Waving at the crowd and signing autographs, they walked down the red carpet towards the facility.

“Velvet, come on. You have to stop this!” Floyd told her as she continued her journey down the red carpet.

“Shut it Troll.”

”I know you’re mad about what I did….I know…I almost abandoned both of you…seems like that’s all I'm good at.” He said, looking towards Branch. Branch and Clay exchanged heartfelt glances at each other. “But I am not going to abandon you this time, Vels. Come on, we have a chance to leave this.” Velvet was silent as his words tried to find a way into her closed heart…

“I’m doing this for Veneer. It’s just me and him now…it’s always been. So shut up!” She murmured.

“She’s planning something. That woman. She’s planning something against your brother.” Clay said. Velvet looked down at him, and she entered the Rage Dome.

”Shut up.”

“He’s telling the truth. We overheard it.” Branch added.

”I said shut up!”

She felt a hand on her shoulder. Velvet turned to meet her brother's eyes. “Are you sure about this?” He asked. “Maybe…maybe we shouldn’t do this. Let’s get out of this Vels. Me and you.”

Me and him, his words echoed in her mind. If they were to leave, if they were to escape…she’d go after them, torture them, send them back to the under-city. “We’re to far into this, Ven. They love us, they want us. We finally have everything we deserve.” She said, grasping his shoulders. “Me and you, right!”

He nodded softly, “Yeah…Me and you.” He smiled.

“Then let’s get this show on the road!”

The twins made their way to the stage where they were to perform. The fans could be heard screaming from the stands outside the stage:

V and V, V and V, V and V, they chanted over and over. This sent a fire burning inside Velvet, a desire to perform, to give the fans what they wanted…Veneer on the other hand still had guilt, shame…He glanced at the Trolls encased in the diamonds, his eyes falling on Floyd.

“I’m sorry. She’s my sister…I can’t, I won’t abandon her.” He told John and Bruce.

“Better than we ever were to our brother.” John sighed. He looked up at Veneer, “Kid. There’s something we overheard. This woman…she…” The Troll was cut off as the lights dimmed and the music began to play. The twins took their marks on two separate platforms.

“Ready to light this place up.” She held out her pinky, “Promises?”

”Promises.” He wrapped his pinky around hers.

The music grew louder and faster. “WHAT’S UP MOUNT RAGEOUS!” Velvet chanted into the mic as their platforms rose. The fans cheered as the twins appeared center stage in the rising platforms. “I CAN'T HEAR YOU!” She called out again. The fans screamed…silencing any sound from the outside world. “LET’S LIGHT THIS PLACE UP!”

As the platforms rose higher, Velvet began to sing. The crowd cheered and chanted, Velvet sang louder and louder…Veneer was about to join in himself when he felt the platform he was on shake.

”Huh?” He looked down. The safe rails appeared around Velvet, but failed to appear around him. He ignored it and joined his sister in the melody….The platform rumbled and shook again…it grew fiercer and fiercer. “Vels?” He called out to his sister on the platform next to him…but she was lost in a trance as she continued to perform.

GGRRRRRRR…

He could hear the gears in his platform stirring and making noises he knew weren't normal.

“VELS!” He called out. Velvet turned to see Veneer’s platform give out…

CRACK!

His platform snapped in half in the middle. “VENEER!” She reached over her safe rails for her brother…Their fingers only brushed as he tumbled to the ground. The crowd around them screamed in horror at the sight. Security came in screaming for everyone to evacuate.

“John! Bruce!” Branch called out for his brothers as he saw them disappear in the falling debris along with the Rageon.

“VENNIE!” Velvet cried out as he disappeared below. Her platform didn’t lower, it didn’t falter.

“Stay where you are! We’ll get you down!” Security called out to her.

”My brother! Help my brother dammit!” She cried…

The fallen platform caused dust to fly up everywhere, debris now surrounded the entire stage of the Rage Dome. Tall structures bent and broken. John and Bruce stirred in their diamonds.

“Bruce…Bruce!” John called out.

“I’m good!” Bruce stood up. “Kid? Kid!”

Veneer lay on his back…his breathing heavy and rugged. Large pipes lay over his legs, blood trailing from his mouth and nose.

”…It hurts…” He said softly, “I can’t…I can’t move my legs…I can’t feel…just pain…” He struggled speaking as the pain in his lungs spiked.

“Don’t move. Don’t worry. Help is going to come and get you out of this mess.” John reassured him.

Veneer nodded his head…a few moments passed before he reached over to each diamond. Through pain, he popped out the diamonds and released the tiny Trolls. John and Bruce were finally able to get a good look at him…he was in bad shape…he was broken.

“Please…help my sister...” Veneer said in a whisper.

“Hey, we’re going to help you too.” Bruce replied…Footsteps were heard approaching. The Trolls looked at Veneer…

Hide, he mouthed at them. The two Trolls hesitated before hiding behind a pile of debris. They peeked through the gaps to see two large Bergens appear…

”…Oh no…This ain’t good.” John said.

“…help…” Veneer called out to the Bergens. They both hovered over him, staring down, then glanced at each other.

”Still alive?” Ruff commented. Gruff looked down at Veneer, pleading in his eyes that the Bergens would help him… This was not part of the plan, he wasn’t supposed to be alive. Gruff bent down and wrapped his hands around Veneer’s head…John and Bruce looked away in time…avoiding the horror that was to come…

SNAP!

That was all they heard… The Trolls peeked to see Veneer now laying motionless…The Rageons eyes were distant and glassed, his body still…he was gone…

“Not alive anymore.” Gruff responded. The Bergens retreated. They could hear the screaming from afar…

“VENEER! VENEER!” His sister called out. She attempted to run in the wreckage to look for him but was held back by security. “LET ME GO! I HAVE TO GO FIND HIM! VENNIE!” Her scream grew hoarse as tears began to fill her eyes. Security hawled her away. She kicked and screamed attempting to escape, but they dragged her to safety out of the Rage Dome against her will.

Bruce and John neared Veneer’s lifeless body, placing a hand on his growing cold cheek, “Kid. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry..” John said as tears began to sting his eyes.

“…We need to keep his request…We got to go for our brothers…and his sister.” Bruce added.

Standing at the entrance of the Rage Dome, Mistress had watched her plan unfold….a wicked smile on her face. The two Bergens approached her…

”Done.” Ruff stated.

Her smile grew bigger, more evil, a glint in her eyes. The screw up was gone, “Good. Now we focus on our girl to mold her into the perfect specimen.”

47 notes · View notes

fuzybby · 1 year ago

Text

Punishment

Gale x F!Reader

Synopsis: You haven't been doing the best in your classes, and Mr. Dekarios needs a better way to punish you.

CW: spanking, fingering(?), no penetrative sex, Gale is a Professor, student and teacher relationship! (not healthy in real life but this is fiction)

1.4k words, enjoy!

The sun peaking through the window is what woke me up from slumber. The bright rays felt warm against my face, and I instinctively tried to swat them away.

Fuck.

Another day of class. Not that the class is horrible, it's actually quite thrilling learning of the adventures from my Professor, the problem is how hot my Professor is.

Professor Dekarios. The man that he is. He keeps his hair in a half bun everyday. His beard is scruffy and I wonder what it would feel like against my neck, my chest, in between my thighs..

I can feel the wetness between my legs already. Another day where I go to class soaking wet for my teacher. The teacher.

If my friends had known I had the hots for him, they'd never let me live it down. Or, they'd agree to also wanting to fuck him, but I doubt that's the case. Many people don't actually enjoy Professor Dekarios's class, they say he rambles too much. The study of Arcana can be difficult at times, especially when the teacher is watching your every move with his sultry brown eyes..

Stop thinking!

I groan and finally get out of bed, rubbing the bridge of my nose with my pointer finger and thumb as I try to calm myself down. There's no need to work myself up before every class thinking of him.

I dress and eat, going about my morning routine as if I'm not insanely horny, before finally grabbing my books and making my way to The Study of Magic building on campus.

I find my regular seat, not right in front but not right in the middle of the rows. The closer to the front, the closer I am to the writing on the chalkboard so I can take notes. That part is real, I need to get better at focusing for class, because as of right now, my assignments I have been handing in are only getting average marks in return.

Class ticks on and on, and I study my Professor's movements methodically. His teaching robes are dark with stripes of red going down on his shoulders. They reach the floor, which leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. He wore his glasses today, round lenses that don't sit on his nose well, making him constantly have to push the glasses up higher on his face. His hair is messy, small grey streaks sneak into his brown locks. He is so handsome.

At the end of class, when all is dismissed, I haven't taken any notes. All I've done is watch Professor Dekarios's hands as he swung them around, his lips as he spoke, his eyes as he went through the emotions of telling his story.

Everyone in the class packs up their books in their bags, chatting freely as they leave their seats to leave. I'm slower packing up, waiting for people to leave the row first before I start shoving my books into my own bag.

I look up to find Professor Dekarios's gaze on me, I can't tell the emotion in his eyes. He makes a ‘come here' motion with his finger, to which my heart rate spikes. Am I in trouble? I think to myself.

I finish packing quickly and make my way over to him and his desk, every other classmate now out of the room.

“We need to talk.” He says with a sigh, leaning against the front of his desk and crossing his arms.

“I have threatened suspension, called your parents, I have given you so much time and leeway for you to finish assignments, and yet you refuse to get your act together.” He continues, taking off his glasses and setting them down on his desk.

“I'm sorry, I-” I try to say, trying to come up with some sort of excuse that isn't ‘all I think about is you. you're the cause of my bad grades.’

“I am running out of appropriate punishments. At this point, I'll need to spank you like a child to get my point across.” He spits out. His face has contorted to anger.

I open my mouth to speak and nothing comes out, I'm at a loss for words. Spanking? Does he mean that? My face feels hot, and I try to forget the constant throbbing that comes from my clit.

“Maybe you should then.” Is what I say. I meet his eyes to convey my seriousness. “Spank me, I mean.”

He raises an eyebrow, his jaw clenched as he looks at me.

“Fine. Set your bag down, and bend over the desk.”

I stand frozen for a minute, realising that this is happening. He moves slightly to give me more room on the desk, his anger still evident.

I slowly set my bag down on the floor and stepped up to the desk, leaning over it slightly. Placing my hands to lay flat against the mahogany. I hear my Professor before I feel him, he stands behind me and quickly lands a sharp slap to my behind. I gasp and lean forwards more, my elbows now against the table.

The sting from his hand hit me hard, even though my clothes were still on, the roughness of his hands were evident.

“Mr. Dekarios!-” I gasp out, to which he replies “Call me Gale.”

“Gale” I breathe his name. It feels good against my tongue, comfortable.

He hits me again, on the other cheek this time. I crumble forwards again, my chest hitting the desk now as I'm fully bent over. My nails claw against the wood, and my breathing becomes ragged.

“Have you learnt your lesson yet?” Gale asks me, his hand comes to lay on my ass gently, hoping to bring some sort of comfort to the situation. He presses his crotch against me, and I can feel how hard he is. I whine out a quiet “yes” as I try to push myself against him.

The friction, for even just half a second, feels so good it makes me want to cry. I've wanted this for so long, I could probably cum from just the friction.

His hand on my ass moves to cup my cunt, bringing a whimper out of me. “Please” I beg, trying to move my hips against his hand.

“Can I take these off?” He asks, his other hand moving to snap the waistband of my trousers against my skin. I nod quickly, spewing more “please”s.

Gale takes them off quickly, only pushing them down to wrap around my ankles, his fingers coming back up to my uncovered folds. spreading them open with his thumbs, my slick already coating his digits.

“How long have you been wet for?” He breathes.

“All day.”

He groans. A gutteral sound that sends shivers down my spine as his fingers move again, this time to prod at my clit. Flicking it back and forth agonisingly slowly. His other hand moves to press against my lower back, keeping me grounded against the table.

A very gentle slap is sent to my cunt, the sound of flesh slapping against wetness filled the air for only a second. I whine again, biting my lip to stop the tears that threaten to spill. I have wanted him to touch me for so long, and how here he is, teasing me as I wriggle in his grasp.

He moves back to flick my clit again, this time harder and faster. Every once in a while circling it. My hips back on their own trying to get more pleasure, more friction from him.

It doesn't take long for me to scream out that I'm cumming. My body feels on fire as ecstasy courses through my veins. My legs shake from the pleasure as Gale tuts at me. My mouth opens in a silent scream as I try to control my emotions, tears have spilled from my eyes and landed onto the desk. Remnants of the filthy things we have done.

Gale removes his hand and pulls my pants back up, tapping my ass again gently.

I turn around on wobbly legs and try to move his robes up to get to him, but he grabs my wrists and stops me in my tracks. He smirks devilishly, his next words make my legs threaten to collapse even more than before.

“Only good girls who pay attention in class get my cock.”

Before long he's sending me on my way, not even a kiss on the lips goodbye. By the time I make it back to my dorm room I'm collapsing on the bed with a squeal. I will definitely be paying better attention now.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate iii #gale smut #bg3 smut #gale x reader smut #gale x reader #bg3 gale #gale dekarious smut

134 notes · View notes

layla4567 · 1 year ago

Text

Teach me ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Adam warlock x fem!reader

Summary: You were a guardian of the galaxy but when your team broke up you decided to stay in Knowhere attending to other types of tasks. Now Adam, Kraglin, Groot, Cosmo, Phyla, and Rocket are part of the new team. And while you help with Nebula and Drax to take care of the children, Adam has an eye on you.

Warnings: none

Word count: 3k

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

Since you left the guardians things had changed a lot. Although, well, it couldn't be said that you really "left" the guardians because you were still working in Knowhere, only now you were doing less dangerous missions. Now you were in charge of taking care of the rescued children and some animals as well. Your specialty was teaching them basic things like reading, writing, etc. Thanks to that, you were now nicknamed "Knohere's teacher" and you could only laugh sweetly when you heard it.

But you weren't the only one who helped with the care of the children, occasionally Drax and Nebula also gave you a hand, but you soon discovered that the children adored you more than the other two, maybe it was because you had more patience or instinct Motherly, you weren't sure. You still remember that time a girl approached you happily saying something that makes you smile to this day.

(flashback)

You left your room always well ordered and full of several different species of plants that you watered daily. Even though you no longer went on missions with the team, you still wore your special suit because it was comfortable and beautiful. You walked out the door tying your hair into a messy bun ready to greet the kids and teach them something new today. You were reunited with Drax and Nebula when a girl with close-cropped platinum hair and purple eyes approached smiling with a notebook in hand.

"Well?, are you ready to learn about animals today, Ulani?"-Drax said

The girl in response began to jump happily while nodding her head fervently.

"Good, Come with me and Drax so we can teach you.."-Nebula said as she took Ulani's delicate hand to gently drag her towards a room, but the girl stood stoically in her place as if she was bolted to the ground and looked at them with a frown.

"I don't wanna"

Nebula was puzzled looking at Drax as if asking for an explanation. He crouched down to be at the height of the little girl.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to come with Uncle Drax and Aunt Nebula?"

Little Ulani shook her head with a pout without breaking eye contact and then to your surprise she pointed a chubby finger at you.

"I want her to teach me"

Now Ulani was looking at you with those beautiful little purple eyes shining with enthusiasm while a big smile returned to her face. Nebula crossed her arms in confusion as Drax patiently asked why she wanted to study with you.

"Because she has a nice smile and she always draws pictures for me"

you couldn't help but cover your mouth to hide your laughter as you grabbed the girl by the hand and took her with you to study.

(end of flashback)

This is how all the children of Knowhere, especially Ulani, would visit you in your room so that you could teach them numbers, colors and other things that seemed to be fun and useful to them. Meanwhile, the new guardians kept traveling through space fighting aliens and all that stuff you used to do. Of course, the newest member that got everyone's attention was Adam, especially your attention. Several times when they returned from missions and went to work on Knowhere, you had noticed how Adam would look at you while you played teacher. Even sometimes when he stared at you and you noticed it and turned to see him, he quickly turned his head and looked in another direction pretending that nothing had happened.

You were heading towards some tables and chairs that were outside the Knowhere dining room with your bag with everything you needed: pencils, papers, etc. There were already four excited children waiting for you and clearly among them was Ulani. You had grown fond of the girl and she with you. She was the most energetic of all the kids you taught and was always the first to ask when she didn't understand something.

"Hello miss (y/n), we are ready!"

you smiled at such a cordial welcome and sat down in the chair next to them ready to teach them how to write. You took out a couple of papers and several pencils for them while you dictated a few simple words. They obeyed you, paying attention and copying the words in big, messy letters. While you was reading what they had written and correcting them, a somewhat deafening noise accompanied by a fresh blizzard that made the papers fly was present. Out of the corner of your eye you saw how the guardians' ship landed near you and Captain Rocket and the others came down from it. They got out and people came up to them surrounding them and cheering like they were rock stars. They was always received like this and it seemed that the mission was successful. Rocket thanked and retired to his room drinking from a glass with a straw, the others stayed greeting the people of Knowhere. You smiled admiring them from afar. Suddenly you couldn't help but see Adam, he was greeting an old woman listening to her praise while he gently held her hands, you tilted your head a little and an "aww" escaped your lips without even thinking.

Ulani noticed your sigh and raised her head from the paper to look at you. You had lost sight and smiled like a fool. The intrigued little girl followed your gaze and noticed that you were looking at the sovereign.

"They're amazing, don't you think?"

You shook your head in confusion with raised eyebrows looking at her.

"What do you say, little one?"

Ulani pointed to where the guardians were. "They, are the best warriors in the galaxy, especially that tall golden boy"

Your smile became small while Ulani smiled, it seemed that the girl knew how to hit the nail on the head or she just couldn't imagine that you had some kind of crush on Adam. You blushed, muttering a vague statement, you felt ashamed for having been caught red-handed. But just like that, you looked at Adam again only to find his gaze fixed on yours, now he was looking at you with a tender smile. You felt your ears redden and you smiled nervously greeting him with one hand, he returned the gesture.

When the class ended and the dictations were corrected and scored, you announced that the next class you were going to read them a story so they would learn to read. They squealed with excitement while you laughed in amusement. So much fuss caused the sovereign looked at you smiling delighted. You collected your things while you said goodbye to the children with a kiss on their foreheads. Adam put what he was doing aside and turned to you. You put your backpack on your shoulder and you were going to go to your room when you saw him approach you with a happy step, you felt butterflies in your stomach.

"Greetings (y/n), how are you today?"

Adam hugged you leaving you speechless, he always used to hug people including you but every time he did it you felt a roller coaster in your stomach, of course he didn't know

"Hello Adam, I'm very well thank you. In fact I just finished a class with the children"

"Yeah, I saw you guys. It looked like fun"

Thousands of thoughts passed through Adam's head and they were all about you. The sovereign couldn't stop thinking of you every time he went on a mission and when everything became dangerous and they were at risk of being seriously injured, he thought of you, and your sweet face filling his mind comforted him and gave him strength to continue. Go ahead and tell himself that he would finish the mission so he could see you again. And now seeing you educate the children his heart melted, your patience and the love you gave to those kids made him feel things in his stomach, he remembered that someone had told him what that was called… butterflies? Yes, that was it, he felt butterflies and he couldn't help it.

"The effort he puts into the education of these children is beautiful"

The words came out of Adam's mouth like a torrent, he didn't want to say them but they escaped. You looked at him surprised, not really knowing how to react. When he realized it, he looked down with regret and blushed, placing his hands behind his back and kicking an imaginary stone with his foot like a child would. At this behavior you giggled

"Thank you so much Adam, it's nice that you say that"

Now you looked down and they both blushed like two college teenagers. Why did you behave in such a foolish way when you were around him? Couldn't you act like a normal person? And why did he have to look at you with puppy dog eyes all the time? He was about to say something when a scream interrupted him.

"Adam come here! the roof of a house fell again!"

It was Kraglin, Adam looked at me as if apologizing while you just nodded smiling. He floated away and you went back to your room with your pulse racing.

🍀💮🍀💮

The next day you woke up and remembered that you would read something to the children today, so you grabbed a children's book from a shelf, "Little Red Riding Hood". You were sure that the children would find that story curious. You smiled and left your room smiling with the book under your arm and your backpack hanging from your shoulder. You saw out of the corner of your eye that Adam was helping Rocket with some boxes. He looked at you and greeted you, you greeted him back and kept walking. Adam felt in the clouds every time he saw your eyes, that's why with a lost look he didn't realize that he had a box in front of his feet and when he wanted to take a step forward he tripped and fell with his red cape throwing on his face ahead and covering his head. You stopped, startled by the noise when you saw Adam lying on the floor and covered your mouth laughing in embarrassment. Rocket who was next to Adam did it too, but less subtle.

"HAHAAH, what's wrong Adam, did you want to kiss the ground?-Rocket exclaimed throwing his head back while slapping his knee.

Adam stood up quickly as he pushed the cloak away from his face with a flushed face as he watched you walk away shaking your head and smiling, surely now you thought he was a fool. You went to the usual place and you met your faithful student and two other children.

"Hi miss (y/n)! They are Ciro and Eber, they are my friends. I told them to come to hear the story!"

The two boys seemed more shy than their eloquent friend but they smiled at me with kindness and devotion. You greeted them gently and began to tell the story. You stood next to them so they could admire the drawings on the pages and continue reading with you.

"Once upon a time there was a sweet girl who loved her mother and grandmother very much. He helped them in everything he could and since he was so good on his birthday his grandmother gave him a red hood. Because she liked it so much and went with her everywhere, soon everyone started calling her Little Red Riding Hood."

you would read and point to the images, they would pay attention to you with eyes wide open. You never considered yourself a good storyteller, to tell you the truth, you didn't like your voice, but these kids seemed to like it. As you were turning the pages, you were pointing to the words so that they could repeat them slowly. You emphasized each letter and separated them into syllables to make it easier. Also, if they didn't understand something or didn't know what was mentioned in the book, you patiently explained it to them. Adam from afar looked at you curious and enthusiastic again, when he had finished his work (and after some reproaches from Rocket) the sovereign came a little closer to where you were to better listen to what you were saying.

"...The wolf sent Little Red Riding Hood the longest way and arrived before her at granny's house. So she pretended to be the little girl and knocked on the door. Although what he did not know is that a hunter had seen him arrive. "Who is it?", answered the grandmother "It's me, Little Red Riding Hood," said the wolf. "How good my daughter. come on, come on" The wolf entered, pounced on the granny and ate her in one bite. She put on her nightgown and got into bed to wait for Little Red Riding Hood to arrive."

A gasp came out of the mouths of the little ones who looked at the book with surprise, you smiled delighted by their attention. Adam seemed surprised and amused as well.

"..When Little Red Riding Hood entered, she found Granny different, although she didn't quite know why. "Grandma, what big eyes you have!". "Yes, they are to see you better, my daughter". "Grandma, what big ears you have!". "Of course, they are to hear you better". "But granny, what bigger teeth you have!". "They are for eat you better!!" As soon as he said this, the wolf pounced on Little Red Riding Hood and ate her too. His stomach was so full that the wolf fell asleep"

With each part of the body that Little Red Riding Hood named, you pointed to the eyes, ears and mouths of the little ones who laughed with amusement. But when the part came where the wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood, you growled as if you were the animal from the story and you began to tickle them and the children kicked their feet laughing happily. Adam also chuckled softly with a tender look. Ulani, Ciro and Eber were impressed by the story and above all by the way you told it, you gesticulated a lot and you knew how to interpret each emotion as if you were a theater actress. Suddenly the youngest of the children became serious and with a trembling voice said

"I don't think I like this story, the wolf is very mean"

You looked at him like a loving mother and caressed his cheek

"But don't be sad, the story isn't over yet"

This is how you reached the end of the story when the hunter found the wolf and filled its belly with stones, throwing it into the river, thus saving Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother. The children clapped happily and cheered, while you laughed lovingly. And again you promised them another story for the next morning, since it seemed that they adored it. You went back to pick up your things and Adam came over to help you.

"What a sweet voice you have to tell stories…"

You were surprised by his presence so close and his words charged with love that you awkwardly dropped the book you had in your hand. You and Adam reached under the table to pick it up when your hand accidentally touched his. They stared at each other for a few seconds until you looked away feeling your cheeks burn. You got up from under the table but not before Adam covered the edge of the table with his big hand so you wouldn't hit your head, he smiled innocently at you and said "careful". You thanked him, still blushing, and brushed an unruly lock away from your face, placing it nervously behind your ear.

"It seems that the children love that you read them stories…and I do too"

This last he said in a low voice, hesitating whether to confess it or not. You were getting redder, was he…flirting with you? It just can't be.

"I really don't think I have that good a storytelling voice.."-you whispered lowering your head

Adam stared at you stunned with a frown in confusion, did you really think that of yourself? The sovereign was about to reply "Oh if you could see yourself as I see you…" but he bit his tongue and didn't say it.

Since he didn't know what to say, you were about to leave when in an attempt to keep you longer he grabbed your wrist. your breathing quickened a bit

"Is it true that tomorrow you will read them a story again?" You nodded "Then I think I'll be there too, I want to hear you"

You smile perplexed, you were supposed to teach children to read, not adults, but you thought it was a tender gesture.

🍀💮🍀💮

As you promised, now you were heading back with another book in your hand, "The Little Prince". But this time you were a little nervous because you knew that among the children would be Adam, who was not a child. When you arrived at Knowhere Square there were at least 15 children waiting for you. You swallowed scared, you had never read for so many people. You thought that there would only be three or four children like the previous days but this time it was a whole contingent and not only that, now instead of reading in a small and private room or at a table outside the cafeteria you would have to do it in the middle of the square where people passed. Your palms sweated.

Nebula walked over to your side and looked at the children who were already sitting on the floor in a circle.

"I think you have a great audience today"

But you were pale and serious and you were squeezing the book as if it were going to fly away, Nebula noticed it and placed a hand on your shoulder rubbing it.

"Don't worry, I know you'll do well. I've seen how you read to them, you really do well and they love you. I'll be around if you need anything"

You nodded gratefully and when he left you sat on the floor next to them, you opened the book and were about to read but the words got stuck in your throat, unconsciously you searched for Adam with your eyes and there he was at the bottom of the room. He rounded sitting like a Buddha with his elbows on his knees and his hands on his chin, looking at you and encouraging you to continue. His presence gave you the courage you needed, you began the story with more relief and encouragement.

"isn't she fantastic?"-Adam whispered with a lovesick face to a boy who was sitting next to him.

- - - - - -

184 notes · View notes

aruanimess · 4 months ago

Text

Armin + braids

It's the third year of training, and the weather is blisteringly hot. The cadets are supposed to do an endurance run trekking up a hill while carrying their equipment on their backs, but most of them have barely enough energy to fan themselves with a lazy wave of the hand. Sweat is dripping on overheated temples, waterskins are passed around and welcomed like the blessings that they are.

Armin, in particular, is struggling more than the rest. Not because of his natural disadvantage when it comes to physical activity, but because his hair is getting everywhere, sticking to his nape and forehead and hindering his eyesight. Normally, he would have gathered his wayward locks into a low ponytail, but he got a haircut recently in preparation for the summer, and his hair is not long enough to stay tied.

He glances at the girls, with their pretty pigtails and their messy buns, and then at the boys, with their short cropped cuts and buzzed heads, and bites back his envy with a sigh.

He has just pushed back his sweat-soaked bangs for the fifth time that morning when a gentle voice speaks up behind him. "Oh, Armin, are you having trouble with your hair?"

He turns to see Krista, who is sporting an impressive braid that loops around her head like a diadem. "Oh, um," he says, a bit embarrassed, "A little. I'm going to be fine though, no need to worry about it."

"Do you want me to braid it for you?"

"I don't think it'll work. It's pretty short."

"Don't fret! I know just the way to make it stay in place!" she states proudly.

And, well, she says it with such confidence, that Armin has no option than to comply. If it works, it'll solve his problem, and if not, he'll have wasted a couple of minutes. No big deal. They're not even being graded on this drill. Not to mention, no one in their right minds would say no to a pretty girl touching their hair. He sits down on the dry dirt, and offers himself to Krista's talent.

Fifteen minutes later, he gets to his feet, dust his white pants (that have been irrevocably stained from the ground; seriously who picked white for a soldier's uniform?), and passes his fingers over his newly braided hair, feeling them over. Two matching plaits are lining his skull, from the crown of his head to right below the ears. He nods, satisfied, and thanks Krista for her help.

Miraculously, the plaits remain intact until the end of the day. Armin is beyond excited.

He goes to Krista and asks her to teach him how to replicate the hairstyle on his own. Krista and a gaggle of other girls are more than happy to guide him through the motions, and, after a few failed attempts, Armin has the hang of it.

It becomes his signature summer hairdo.

Sure, he gets a couple of odd looks. For example, when Annie Leonhart first spots him with the braids her eyes widen comically and her face turns an alarming shade of red, but she ends up murmuring something about him being practical and leaves it at that. The boys also all do a double take when he chooses to show up in class like this, but they're all pretty good sports about it. Except for maybe Reiner, who weirdly chokes on his saliva every time he sees him...

But all in all, Armin is very happy with the results.

#armin arlert #krista lenz #micro fic #armin headcanons #aruani #if you squint #my writing

20 notes · View notes

mothybean · 7 months ago

Text

Airhead

Here's part one to a multi-shot I'm putting together. I hope you enjoy! <3

I groaned as I entered my 3rd period classroom, my feet dragging as if I had a 50 pound ball and chain attached to both of my ankles. Technically, I could classify the room as a jail cell. It had zero windows, poor air circulation, bland beige walls and was located at the far end of the college campus, isolated from the rest of the classes. It sucked. This was everyone’s least favorite class. Plus, it was next to our indoor pool, making the classroom an uncomfortable cesspool of warm bodies with questionable odors with a hint of chlorine. In other words, it reeked like shit and everyone had swamp ass.

Like most days, I was not feeling it. Especially today. I might as well have been casted in the walking dead with how lifeless I felt. And looked. I had dark circles under my eyes. My hair was a mess. The humidity of the class room was frizzing my hair no matter how much product I would apply. My fit today was super bummy. I got up late leaving me no choice but to sport my gray sweatpants with a bleach stain on my ass cheek that kind of looked like Abe Lincoln and my oversized black tee shirt with a slight rip on the seam of my breast pocket. It wasn’t like me to dress like a hobo, but thanks to professor Heimerdinger and his bullshit assignment, I didn’t have time to dress to impress. The worst part of it all? I forgot to shower.

I was up until three last night trying to tackle it, last second I might add. He was infamous for this. He loved to bombard us with challenging topics, especially at the last second. I didn’t understand a single question on any of the four pages he gave us. Four pages. For a single assignment. It was overkill. It was selfish for him to do this to us on a weekday, overly aware that we had other classes to tend to as well. He didn’t care. We’ve tried multiple times to tell him that it was too much for us as we were suffering mentally along with our grades, but he didn’t care. He made it known too. He would just laugh it off, his nasally voice piercing our ears with his go to response for everything, ‘You must always be prepared for the unprepared!’. Eventually, we stopped trying to reason with him. It was hopeless.

He sent the mass email around six last night, the foreboding assignment attached. I wanted to rip my hair out as I read his stupid catchphrase in the body of his email. Not only was I caught up in my other subjects, but it was already late and I certainly didn’t plan to work Natural Science into my schedule. Upon first glance of the assignment, I thought I was reading Latin. You really needed a dictionary to decipher his vocabulary, on paper and in class. Humperdick was old school. He was ninety something after all. He was too stuck in the past to get with the times. At least he was able to send us emails and not homing pigeons. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely loved science. The only issue here was him. His teaching methods clashed with my learning methods ten fold. I was teetering between a C minus and a solid D. Also very unlike me. I was a straight A student. When it came to facts, I knew I wasn’t the problem. A handful of people in my class were also struggling. It was him. He made me want to gouge my eyes and ear drums out so I didn’t have to see or hear him ever again.

I settled into my seat, pulling my messy hair into a half assed bun before opening my laptop, searching for my poor excuse for a completed assignment. My eyes scanned my answers, puffing my cheeks up slightly. A lot of my answers were pulled out of my ass. I gave up near the end of it and put down random key words just to get it done. I already knew that there was going to be a big fat F, a condescending email was coming my way for sure. I sighed and closed my laptop halfway so I didn’t have to look my failure in the face.

“You’re looking lively.” Caitlyn said sarcastically before sitting down next to me.

I peeked an eye open to give her a scowl before closing them again.

“You’re too kind. I bombed this assignment. Again.” I huffed, jabbing my laptop touchpad a few times with my finger.

Caitlyn pulled my computer towards her, gently pushing the screen up to get a full view and quietly read my answers out loud. As she did, I watched her expressions go from neutral to confused. Exactly how I looked last night when doing the damn thing.

“Oh you…” She gave an empathetic smile before closing my computer halfway, sliding it back to me. “You certainly…um…tried!”

She was such a great best friend. Really knew how to comfort me with her hesitation and forced encouraging words. It really warmed my heart. Not.

“Ugh. I should just drop out. I’m going to fail anyway.” I groaned, sitting up straight in my chair, staring off into the distance. Caitlyn flicked my shoulder and shot me a concerned look.

“You can’t. Your scholarship would go down the drain.” She said sternly, placing her hand on mine. “I think it’s time we talked about tutoring.” I quickly retracted my hand and felt my face morph into a look of disgust.

“Yeah, no thank you. I’m perfectly capable. I’ll just study harder. I don’t need a tutor.” I scoffed, crossing my arms. If there was anything more I hated than Humpdunk, it was receiving help. It made me feel like I was incapable or incompetent. Mostly sick to my stomach. If I couldn’t do it myself, my clinically diagnosed OCD of perfectionism was going to give me a week long stomach ache with a side of intense nausea. Even with Zofran, it wasn’t enough to counter my psychological tummy ache. I get the gist of why she suggested one, but my pride was definitely the one pushing back on her proposal. Caitlyn looked annoyed at my response. She scoffed, shoving my laptop in my face.

“These answers clearly show you’re capable, right?” She pulled the laptop back and softly slammed it on the desk. “You need to take this seriously. Remember the whole reason behind why you’re here, Y/N.”

Her British accent always got thicker the more she was annoyed. It was cute. I didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. If I was going to become a nurse, I had to pass this class, all of them, with flying colors. Nursing was very competitive. If I was going to be considered, I had to be a top student. I was acing every other class I had, this was the only problem child I had. I exhaled with defeat and shrugged.

“Okay. Fine. Tutor it is. When can we start?” I whined, sinking into my chair. Big mistake. My ass was so sweaty, it squeaked against the plastic chair, sounding like a small fart. I quickly sat up, my cheeks glowing bright red.

Caitlyn blinked at me a couple times before chuckling, ignoring my unholy sound.

“Me? No, not me. I mean, I would, I-I just don’t have the time.” She stumbled over her words.

She was being truthful, sort of. I knew that she was taking a handful of difficult courses herself, but a big chunk of her time was definitely dedicated to her girlfriend Vi. Vi, a pink haired muscley butch girl, recently graduated from the police academy, meaning her and Caitlyn’s schedules were vastly different. Vi worked the night shift while Caitlyn went to school during the day. They would always try to fit each other in when they could. I couldn’t be upset at her for putting her first. I would too if I had a girlfriend. I’ve been single for so long I’m pretty sure bats would fly out of my crotch if I engaged in any sort of intimacy.

“Then who? Where am I going to find a tutor? I don’t know anyone else in class but you.” I grumbled. My social skills weren’t great for me to ask around either. I felt like a sitting duck.

Caitlyn stayed quiet for a moment before her eyes lit up with excitement. “I think I know who!”

#jinx x reader #jinx #arcane jinx #arcane #arcane fanfiction #vi #violet #lgbt #caitlyn kiramman #vi x caitlyn #heimerdinger #arcane fanfic #jinx fanfic #reader #x reader #multishot

34 notes · View notes

msmorningstaarr · 4 months ago

Text

💖🫶🏽 WIP Wednesday 🫶🏽💖

Thank you @princessanglophile for tagging me :))

No pressure tags @alishaaxo @sunsetstarrogue @martellspear @outofbluecomesgreen2

i have been recently trying new stuff so going out of my usual asoiaf fics i’m working on a no outbreak! joel x hairdresser! oc. the name of this newborn work is “guy next door” and i hope y’all enjoy it <3

“Shit-…” Sarah looked at herself in the mirror as she gasped in disbelief. It happened. She bit her lips in an nervous attempt to think of what to do, with no success. Her white shorts had a red stain right behind her and the girl was all alone while she got ready to play at the pool at a neighbor’s pool party.

Her dad or uncle wasn’t at home, they were probably grabbing beers somewhere before heading back home and walking towards the feast they were supposed to go together. Still, they would be of no help, given the fact that Joel and Tommy were two men with little knowledge about this female situation. Sarah sat in her bathroom nervously crying, because it hurt her stomach. She had no mother to teach her anything about periods. Suddenly, she felt like she had no control of her emotions and body, once she bled like crazy and her womb was cramping hard.

Trying to grasp onto something that could help her, Sarah found some sweater on her basket and put it around her waist, trying to cover the blood stain that seemed to grow throughout her newest shorts. She looked through the window and saw a girl at the house front door, carrying boxes inside. She seemed to be alone there and hopefully she would be nice enough to help her. It had to be her.

“My new white shorts, no…” Sarah put her hands on her face before facing the bloody thing in the mirror, already feeling down and searching for practical ways to solve that issue.

While on the other side of the street, Gia wiped a trace of sweat that rolled onto her face as she finally finished putting the last box of all the boxes inside of her new home, a small guest house within the new property her parents bought at Austin, trying to be closer to her in that delicate moment of her life and attempting to downsize, to have a more quiet life in the suburbs as age got into them.

The heat was scorching and led the girl to think she was closer to the sun, making Gia feel as if that moment lasted close to an eternity. Her hair was disheveled and held on a messy bun, her thighs were glistening of sweat and her new house was a mess, covered by hills of boxes and bubble wrap. Even still, she needed a break and just wanted to take a cold shower before starting to unpack everything and have a quiet night to unwind and relax after a stressful day.

It also felt like a fresh start to her. After a nasty ending of her engagement to Trey, Gia had her heart shattered in a thousand pieces. It’s been hard for her to cope with everything and that’s when the idea of moving from Dallas to Austin came to her parents’ mind. They had been nothing but supportive and she could clung into that after being set aside.

She could never expect life would twist that manner, after all, Gia always envisioned herself marrying herself to him, bearing his children and having the peaceful family he promised her. But as their relationship grew up, he grew apart from her and when she saw, Trey was with another woman and seemingly serious, which caused Gia to feel sad, enraged and jealous. At least, she could have the chance to start over. Maybe it was for the best, is what Gia tries to convince herself all the time.

The boxes were there as a constant reminder of her new beginning and how messy it was. It was still very heated inside her house, even though she made sure to pay for air conditioning in that cruel summer of Texas. She took off her clothes, grabbed any soap she could find in those infinite boxes spread throughout her living room and ran over to the shower, finding some relief under the cold water. Her rinsing hair soaked under the stream made her feel like she weighed 20 pounds lighter.

The strands of sweat were replaced by the scent of soap enveloping her body once she got all cleaned up. No shampoo to wash her hair, once she unfortunately couldn’t find it. Yet, it felt good to finally be able to clean herself before starting to place everything in her new home. Once she left the shower, she heard a knock on her door, a quite incessant knock, being more precisely. She enrolled herself on her towel, feeling the droplets of water on the floor as she made her way to the door, slightly annoyed for having a moment of solitude denied by her parents.

“Mom, I told you I don’t-…” Gia said before opening her door. Once she opened, a surprised look came into her eyes as she saw this girl with a desperate smile, fiddling her fingers anxiously. The kid seemed to be no older than thirteen and as Gia stood in front of Sarah, she stroked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Oh, hi sweetie?”

“Mm-h-hi… I’m Sarah…” She said and Gia furrowed her eyebrows, nodding at the girl, leaning on her door.

“How can I help you, kiddo?” Gia asked, now crossing her arms.

“I’m having… issues…” Sarah muttered, lowering her head. Gia looked confused before grasping in the air what could be possibly happening to her. Still, she needed to hear from her own mouth.

“Issues?” Gia replied, with a sly smile.

“Yeah…” Sarah bit her lower lip, scoffing. “Girl issues?”

“You got your period, huh?” Gia rolled her eyes and smiled, calmly. “Come here, kiddo. My name is Gia, by the way.”

#ao3 #my wips #wip wednesday #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fic

10 notes · View notes

jamietarttsnorthernattitude · 7 months ago

Note

if you're still taking words: book, table, green, sky

Thank you my friend! I am always happily taking words! Thank you for your patience it's taken a bit to get through the associated sprints, thank you for the inspiration :)

Book from copenhagen:

The fucking plane suddenly felt too small as it began to take off. Roy was torn between wanting to run to the back of the aeroplane and beg Jamie to tell everyone the truth or open the emergency exit and jump. He pulled out his latest book as a distraction, reread the same paragraph six times and then gave up and closed it. He could feel Beard watching him out of the corner of his eye, probably wondering if he or Nate were going to be acting manager when Roy was placed on leave. It was an accident. He hated Jamie was hurting, but it was an accident for fuck’s sake.

Added 225 words in a sprint :)

Table from the next chapter of false confidence:

Ted let his hand fall onto Jamie’s shoulder before he violently shrugged it off. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Jamie scrambled off the bed, almost falling again, knocking into the movable table, bouncing off that until he steadied himself on one of the chairs. At some point, the IV had been pulled from Jamie’s arm. Ted wasn’t sure when, but there was blood dripping down Jamie’s hand, dripping off his fingers, in small droplets on the floor. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

I added 133 words via sprint.

Green from a hostile reception aka the kindergarten cop au no one asked for:

“What do you mean you have food poisoning?” Jamie stood against the closed bathroom door, the only sound he heard was Keeley's breathing and Keeley’s retching. The toilet flushed, followed closely by the sink, and finally, the door opened. Keeley Jones stood on the other side, looking the palest green Jamie had ever seen. Her hair was plastered to her face or pulled up in a messy bun, and her eyes were glassy. “I mean, I have food poisoning,” Keeley said as she slipped by him to curl into the fetal position on her hotel bed. “I already talked to Captain Beard; he said you have to go in my place.” “No, no, no,” Jamie shook his head. “I can’t teach little kids!”

I added 329 words in a sprint : )

Sky from old habits die screaming:

“You were in prison?” Jamie asked. Beard nodded, he once thought everyone who looked at him saw the word convict tattooed across his forehead, that people could tell he had done time simply by looking at him. When had that changed? Had it been the way he carried himself? Or had it been that he could read others so he assumed they could read it in him as well? Was it that he could see the ones who had been inside in the way they carried themselves? The way they reacted to a door closing, to the sound of a lock? The way they hated when they couldn’t see the sky from where they were? The way they always sat with their back to the wall so no one could get behind them?The way they reacted when someone touched them? Along the road he had become more than a former inmate, he just was unsure when. Or how. Along the road, he had become the sum of his parts. His past misdeeds were a part of him the same way his favourite colour or his mastery of chess. But they were still a part of him, and they were still part of his story. It was still a way he could help Jamie.

He went to the freezer to gather his thoughts under the guise of ice for Jamie, which he needed anyway. He handed him the refrozen peas for his eye and a larger pack to hold under the sweatshirt on his ribs. He took the chair again, adjusted his seat, crossed his legs and opened himself to the man he closed himself off to.

Added 434 words via sprint with this one!

#thank you thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu #jamie tartt #roy kent #fic: copenhagen #fic: false confidence #ted lasso #fic: old habits die screaming #coach beard #fic: a hostile reception #kindergarten cop au #keeley jones #BDU #bad dads universe

17 notes · View notes

lady-laree-world · 1 year ago

Text

Mermaid Eyes

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Bucky Barnes X mermaid! reader

a/n: honestly, I don't know what to say. I know how annoying it can be to wait even months for an update, but I hope you can understand and support me in any case. I wish you a good read and as usual, English is not my first language so please, report errors or anything else🌼🩷

Your brief disappearance had shocked your family, who had been notified by Lily of what had happened. They were already desperate, thinking they would never see you again. And yet here you are, back at home only thanks to the benevolence of Captain Bucky Barnes. You couldn't get the sound of his voice out of your head, his cold eyes that hid so much sweetness and his hard face, softened only by his small smile. You were happy to have left the ship and returned home, but at the same time you wanted to see him again, feel his hands on your body again, lose yourself in his arms again.

Mermaids used to find their life partner already in their youth, they used to exchange shells as a sign of eternal love: the ones that your parents exchanged, for example, are now part of the decorations in your home. you also dreamed of finding your life partner, but the people of your village were all so bland in your eyes after laying eyes on bucky. yet, according to your mother, sooner or later you would have to find your partner and live together forever: after all, you were now of fertile age, which meant that it was the right time for you to have children.

but the only thing you thought about at that moment was that man who had enchanted you.

What seemed like months passed and the memory of him, of Captain Bucky Barnes, was still fixed in your mind when, on the shores of the island closest to your seaside village, you saw a very familiar ship dock.

you approach with a cautious and attentive air, curious to find out if it was Captain Barnes' ship. you position yourself at the side of the ship while, with only your eyes above the water so as not to be noticed, you watch the members of the troop get off the boat. just when you were about to lose hope, there he was, you see him walking on the wooden pier: his hair tied in a messy bun, a black jacket covered his shirt, while his trousers hugged his long, muscular legs.

you were hypnotized by the sight and couldn't look away, when suddenly he stops on the pier and turns around, observing the environment. you quickly dive under the water, thinking you haven't been noticed and after a while, his silhouette, distorted by the surface of the sea, moves away.

you decided to spend the rest of the day there, and only when night fell did you dare to approach the small port again. the dark waters surrounded you, but you could just make out a figure sitting on the marina, his legs submerged in the water. you approach the man and observe him from under the pier, when a gruff voice snaps you out of your lustful thoughts.

with a flick of your tail you approach the captain, coming out from under the dock and letting half your face emerge from the water. His eyes shine in the dark, illuminated by the moonlight. <why are you here y\n? Don't they teach you that humans are bad or are you simply a lover of danger? you shouldn't challenge like that fate... when you landed on my ship I decided to free you, but other pirates wouldn't be so good>

His words almost sound like a scolding and you can't help but feel a little embarrassed <I saw your ship pass over my village...last time I didn't thank you properly> finally you show him your whole face, while his gaze falls on you.

<you don't need to thank me, it's what all people with any humanity should do> his face is tilted towards you as he seems to absorb every detail of you and silence falls between you.

you get a little closer to him and start talking to him <I've heard things about you, they say you're despicable> he looks at you, raising an eyebrow <oh, a curious little mermaid, I see... and who says it?> he says with a smirk on his face as you rest your arms crossed on the dock, emerging from the water <All the pirates who pass through here say so, and yet you didn't seem so cruel to me>

he leans towards you <well, for pirates every opponent is cruel>you look at him with curiosity <are you an enemy of many people?>

<no, only the necessary ones>

<oh okay> you reply a little disconsolately <Can I ask you one last question?> he sighs and nods <I didn't expect you to be so curious>

a\n 2(the separator is not mine, all credits go to the author)

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x mermaid! reader #bucky imagine #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #marvel imagine #mermaid #mermaid! reader #marvel fic

39 notes · View notes

matchmaniac · 8 days ago

Note

hiya! could i have a romantic matchup for marvel please ^-^ im a straight gal (she/her) so i’d like a guy please. (i’m not really picky at all, but i’d like to exclude spiderman because as much as i love him it would be much more like a little brother lol!)

i am an enfp and a sagittarius!

my personality: i am loud, chatty and bubbly, but i need quiet time to decompose. no trouble in crowds- it’s high pressure 1-1 conversations that make me nervous. I would call myself a very emotional person and a drama queen, although I don’t particularly like opening up and being vulnerable with just anyone. i don’t like confrontation, even when the majority of time i can speak up for myself. i am very clumsy. i’m the type of person who is academically smart and completely lacking in common sense. i love being in the spotlight, if i’m at a party you’ll find me on the dance floor.

hobbies: drawing, anything creative, cooking / baking (I love to host people especially), gaming, anything like shopping, makeup etc, love love love getting glammed up!

likes: sweet scents, sweet foods, spicy foods, tea, candles, flowers & houseplants, anything pink, comedy and action movies. forever a pop music girly but also a bit of a lover of rock. beaches, historical landmarks and random facts.

dislikes: rude people, the cold (unless it’s snow), feeling tied down.

in a relationship: probably too nervous to make the first move, but it can be fairly obvious if i like someone. my love language is definitely physical touch but like only for a partner. i also express my love through words a lot and i have no shame in loving cheesy gestures of romance.

appearance / style: 5’7”. long dark blonde hair with highlights, usually in big curls or a messy bun. fake tan, natural makeup, very feminine style. i wear glasses but usually opt for contacts so you’d only see the glasses around the house. i love 2000s and old hollywood fashion style.

of course you can!

your mcu match is... T'CHALLA UDAKU!

i believe you two are compatible for a couple of reasons. firstly with you being a sagittarius and t'challa being a gemini you are highly compatible. you both are likely to have similar communication styles and you make for a passionate and loving pair. secondly, you mentioned that you are loud and bubbly but tend to need your quiet time. t'challa is a character who in the mcu movies is more ambiverted, so i feel as though he could provide you with that quiet time away from people. thirdly, you have a more difficult time being vulnerable, but t'challa is a very patient man so i think those two traits work well to create a safe space.

HOW YOU GUYS MET...you first came to wakanda on a history focused college trip where you would take a tour around wakanda to see it's historical sights. you ended up getting lost and bumping into him.

HEADCANONS:

when t'challa joined the avengers you two would host dinner parties for them all the time. you would spend the whole day before and day of together preparing. you would teach t'challa your favorite recipes and ask him which ones each person would like. "do you think natasha would like the strawberry shortcak- or no! she'd definitely love the lasagna, that would be her favorite, let's make a lot of that" t'challa would always smile and laugh at your excitement and while he would help you with cooking, he much preferred to clean and set the table while admiring you doing something you love.

for birthdays and special days in general he tends buys you new makeup - he knows you love it. the only problem is he that he doesn't quite understand it and isn't familiar with it. so, he will literally go asking everyone in wakanda what he should get you, especially his sister, who would rather him shut up instead. "shuri, what brand of mascara do you think she would like!?" "brother, would you calm down with questions? you have asked like 15 in the last hour and you look like you are about to explode."

knowing your interest in flowers and plants, when you first started dating he took you on a tour of wakanda's jungles and forests showing you all the unique plants. you ended up taking some seeds for those plants back to your home and planting them in your own garden to remind yourself of him and wakanda.

and that's it! i hope you enjoyed it and if there's any feedback/criticism you'd like to give me or anything you'd liked changed please lmk! this is my first time doing this in a while so i would love to know what you think. have a lovely day <33

#my matchups -`♡´-#marvel #mcu #marvel matchups #matchups #black panther #t'challa udaku #marvel headcanons #mcu headcanons #marvel x reader #t'challa udaku x reader #matchup requests #ships

2 notes · View notes