#I think I’m just afraid of making myself blush honestly

[lavender-teardroplettes]

Drawing Nepeta again all these years later is just a reminder to me that I’m pan as fuck and I need to draw women more.

[taesancult]

bf!jaehyun 18+ thoughts

warnings: fem!reader, sub!jaehyun, mentions of crying, mentions of subxsub, dirty talk/praise, like one mention of slapping, use of the name puppy, he’s my sweet sensitive boy so i wrote him as such!, begging, and i think that’s it!

SMUT UNDER THE CUT. MDNI.

bf!jaehyun, who lowkey cries when things get super lovey and passionate. it’s so endearing and honestly SO!! attractive to see a man be unapologetically sensitive. sometimes when you two have sex you have to check in with him rather than the other way around, and you don’t mind of course! it’s nice to be able to take care of him in such a special way (it’s hot). he would literally be mid-stroke and start tearing up and you would be like ??? and he would say in the middle of shedding tears “i just love you so much.” it’s the sweetest thing ever, literally makes your heart fill with so much love for him.

bf!jaehyun, who is most likely quite subby. he’s a switch, but he really loves when you have control. he loves when you use him, telling him that all he’s good for is being your puppy, it ignites his love for you. there’s just something about the idea of you being the dominant one that makes him feel all cool like he loves having a girlboss gf that isn’t afraid to smack him when he’s been a whore.

bf!jaehyun, who is the most fun to experience subxsub with. it’s so desperate and messy like two puppies in heat just aching to get off. you’re both so stupid, rutting into each other with only one goal in mind. in moments like this, the two of you probably won’t even get your clothes fully off. he’ll just fuck you on the nearest surface with your panties pulled to the side. it’s so filthy to think about. he would slam you against the wall as you both tug at each other’s clothes, he would speak aloud, telling you, in a pained voice, “i’m so desperate for your pussy right now.” it would make your body heat up, the want for him increasing tenfold as you tell him, “need you, need to feel you cum in me so bad, myungjae.” that would only egg him on further to get his cock into you as soon as possible.

bf!jaehyun, who really has a hard time containing himself when you praise him. he’s so fucking cute; his cheeks blushing, his cock twitching, his eyes looking away from yours because he feels shy. he’ll literally get so shy if you compliment his cock too. you would tell him as you’re riding him, “myungjae, you have such a pretty cock, could fuck myself on it forever.” this man would turn into a PUDDLE. a shiver goes up his spine with the way you talk to him, and he would close his eyes, throwing his head back with a smile plastered on his face. what’s really fun, though, is if you ask him “why didn’t you say thank you? i just complimented you!” with a pout. he gets sooo flustered and shy as he spills out a bunch of gratitude as you continue bouncing on his cock. he’s so fun to play with <3

bf!jaehyun, who is the man that every girl dreams of. he’s out here moaning and crying in your ear. he truly doesn’t hold back, especially because he trusts you with his most vulnerable sides, so he’s not shy about moaning. and boy…. does he have the prettiest fucking moans. not only that, but he’s so whiny like he’s always on the verge of tears and it’s so- literally like orgasm inducing. he also doesn’t stop talking at times, he would whine out things like “please- please- i’m so fucking close i’m gonna cum!” and “stop! it hurts! too much- oh my god-” WHEW- he’ll beg and he’s not ashamed to do so!

[snickerdoodie]

“Sugar and Spice”

Summary: Everyone knew Jake Seresin was a charismatic player. Whether it was flirting with girls at the bar or charming his way out of any situation. But what happens when the blond pilot finally meets his match?

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

A/N: hey guys..I’m not even gonna lie I completely forgot to post this lmao, I got a liiittle busy with everything and it completely went over my head. But here it is! Finally! After two months. This also isn’t proof read, per usual, so sorry if anything sounds off. Enjoy!

Jake’s chatting along with Rooster and the gang when the door suddenly chimes open, taking a quick glance as any human would, but what he sees isn’t what he’s expecting. In comes you, dressed up in a simple white tank top and probably the shorted daisy dukes he’s ever seen, not that he’s complaining though . His eyes rake over your body before he travels further upward, smirking to himself when you accidentally make eye contact. Giving him a nod and a classic small smile, you make your way over to the bar, soon getting into a quick conversation with Penny.

“Well I’ll be damn,” He says into his beer, taking a long sip before wiping his lips with a grin. That causes Rooster to quirk a brow at the unexpected comment.

“What’s up with you? Find a new pair of tits to ogle at?” He quips, noticing Hangman’s intense stare across the room. Seresin shrugs, a smirk still plastered on his handsome face.

“‘Could say that. Could also say I might have just found myself my girl tonight.” And with that, Hangman scoots himself out of the booth he was sitting in and makes his way across the room, gaze dead set on you sitting at the bar, drink in hand. He ignores the unwanted calls and shouts narrowed to him from his friends, too caught up in his next words. Taking a seat on the empty stool next to yours, leering on your exposed skin before continuing.

“Hey there, what’s a pretty thing like you doin’ here sittin’ by yourself?” You turn your head to the sound of the voice, not even hearing him come up beside you. At first, you do a once over at the man, taking in his striking green eyes and Hollywood smile. Then you take notice in his uniform, his sunglasses perched on the fold of his shirt. Must be one of those pilots you keep hearing about. Turning your upper half to him, you smile.

“Doesn’t seem like I’m sitting alone now, does it?” You quip back, setting your drink down on the countertop. The man’s smirk grows wider as he rests an elbow on the wood.

“Aw, no need to thank me, just doin’ what’s needed of me.” You just now realize his country accent, standing out in certain phrases; it makes you fight back a blush. You raise a brow nonetheless.

“Is that so? Did you magically think I wanted you here, Blondie?” You know he wasn’t expecting the nick name when his brows raise for a split second before shooting back down to their original places.

“Eh, I don’t need’a think, I just know by heart. Y’know, with my magical powers ‘n all.” He imitates quotations at the end of his sentence. You huff out a laugh at his words, eyes cascading down to your watered down drink. Taking a sip, you focus your attention back onto the man in front of you. That stupid grin still plastered on his lips.

“Well can your magical powers tell you the name of the lady you decided to make your next target?” It came out a bit harsher than you intended, almost regretting your words. Truth is, you *were* enjoying his company and that southern drawl of his. He honestly was making your night a bit better than just sitting there alone, drowning in your drinks and mind while some overplayed Toby Keith song played on the jukebox.

“I’m afraid that’s somethin’ I can’t do. Care to help me out here?” Relieved he didn’t say anything about your earlier statement, you bite your lip with a smile, nodding.

“(Y/N),” you state, almost missing the way his eyes light up more at your declaration. “What about you, G.I. Joe? Got a name to the face?”

“As a matter of fact I do, gorgeous. Most people call me Hangman but I’ll make a special case and let you call me yours.” He winks with that cheshire grin. You fight back both a blush and a large smile this time at the cringy and overused line.

“Is that so?”

“I’d sure so hope so, ma’am.”

You both stay silent as you stare at each other. While you bite the inside of your cheek, he scoots himself closer to you, knees brushing against each other. You can smell his sandalwood cologne and the beer he’d been drinking previously before coming up to you. Hangman notices your lack of response and licks his lips, eyes flickering from your glass to your hair then to your lips before continuing.

“Tell ya what, sweetheart” he starts, catching your attention, “You name the game. If I win, you’re buying me dinner. But if you by some miracle manage to beat me, you won’t have to endure my charming company ever again.” He finishes, looking very confident in his proposition. You tilt your head and fully face your body towards him, your legs scooting between his as he widens his stance to make room. You swear you could have seen his adam’s apple bob harshly at the movement but you payed no mind.

You narrow your eyes slightly before a small smile stretches across your lips. With the confidence that this man passed on, you carefully lean forward so your palms are resting against his firm thighs. Bracing yourself as you lean in closer. Hangman bites his lip before tilting his head down, his chest heaving in a breath before he speaks,

“You gonna take up on that offer, darlin’?” He drawls out, voice raspy, almost sultry. You look him in the eyes as you lightly squeeze his skin, his smirk growing.

“Y’know what? I will, s’not like I’ve got anything to lose now is there, cowboy?”

I also tried to make my format for my fics a little more..interesting looking. I felt like they’re too boring so tell me your thoughts. Feel free to comment if you liked or disliked something! :)

[maximotts]

♱ 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖒 ♱

♱ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: priest's daughter!Wanda Maximoff

I missed writing her and since it's been a year since @furys-eyepatch dropped this wonderful idea in my ask box, it felt right to start October off with one of my favorite squishies!

confessions of wanda maximoff AU. kinktober masterlist. 18+ only, minors dni. you don't need to add community labels, I've put adequate warnings below. wc: 3.9k. cw: innocent!Wanda/constantly horny!r. sex in a church. fingering. fucking from behind. strap-on use. begging. semi-public sex (no one is around). everything you shouldn't be doing in a place of worship. r thinks saying vulgar things to wanda and seeing her blush is peak entertainment.

“This is kinda the last place I want to be on Halloween, Wands..”

Wanda looked over her shoulder for the sole purpose of giving you an eye roll before continuing to tug you along through the back of the church. “I’m only picking up something for my dad, it’ll just take a second. I did say you could wait outside!”

“And hang around out there by myself? No way, it’s almost dark and there’s a cemetery!” You’d been sidetracked on the way to Natasha’s party, a texted errand from Wanda’s dad bringing you to his office in search of the large bags of candy he forgot to bring home with him. You didn’t mind honestly, the older man was always so kind it was hard to resist any of his requests— much like his daughter, the girl currently standing in front of you grinning.

She cooed at you in the confines of her father’s office, rubbing your cheeks while you swat at her hands. “Aww, are you afraid of ghosts? How cute..”

“Stop it, Wanda!” You scoffed, brushing her off and crossing your arms. So what if you were a little superstitious, who wasn’t? And you certainly didn’t need to let Wanda know; she’d hold it over you like she’d won the lottery. “Just hurry up so we can get out of here…”

Wanda kissed you quickly, soft and placating; an apology for teasing. She always saw you as someone fearless, it was nice to see a concept as harmless as ghosts rattle you. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything get us. If it makes you feel better, I’ve never seen anything creepy and Pietro and I used to spend tons of time here when we were kids.” 

Trailing off as she went about searching, you leant back against the wall with a pout, opting to watch Wanda while you waited. She had yet to change into her costume, insisting it be strictly for the party, but part of you theorized it was just to keep her outfit from her dad. Instead, her bunny costume lay folded up in the backseat of your car and her dress remained on, teasing you a little more each time she bent over. 

With the cooler weather, Wanda added tights to her wardrobe rotation, sheer black nylon hugging every curve from her ankles to her hips. You didn’t know what it was, but something about them left you drooling whenever you thought about the extra layer on your girlfriend for too long. In the past few weeks, you found yourself running your hands over her legs whenever she was close enough, often ending up playfully chided when you eventually grew too grabby during your shared lectures. But now, alone together with Wanda bent so far over the large wooden desk that you could catch just the barest hint of her underwear, you found it terribly hard to control your urge to grab her.

Hesitation gave Wanda enough time to shoot upright, victorious with heavy plastic bags in her tight grasp, “Candy acquired!” 

She made her way back over to you by the door, pressing her lips to the corner of your mouth as she passed, “Now let's get out of here before some big bad ghostie bothers you.” 

“I don’t think any ghosts want to be anywhere near us right now…” Try as you might, you couldn’t help yourself, eyes glued to Wanda’s backside as she led you back through the dark corridors behind the sanctuary. These weren’t proper thoughts right now, especially here, but it was Halloween… what better day to do something a little sacreligious.

“And why is that-” The end of her sentence was punctuated with a surprised oof, the shock of being shoved sideways into the wall cutting her short. Strong hands gripped her hips, balling the bottom half of her dress in your fists as you buried your nose into her long, dark hair. Instinct begged her to let the moan caught in her throat loose, but someone had to be level-headed here… or at least try to be. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I could ask you the same question, wearing this dress with no shorts and showing off.” You palmed her ass while she wiggled, sandwiched helplessly between you and the carved wood. Maybe you’d hoped that a simple bit of groping would satisfy whatever just took over, but it’d been wishful thinking; the more you touched, the more you wanted. “Did you know every time you bend over I can see your underwear? It’s not very nice to tease like that.”

“I-I didn’t know…” Wanda’s head was spinning, your sudden turn of mood rendering her flustered. Having never thought of herself in much of a sexual way, today’s lack of shorts was more of convenience rather than to tease. No matter how far she got from being a virgin, the intricacies of attraction and desire remained partially lost to her, always forgetting not only were you insatiable at times, but you wanted her. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!” 

“No need to apologize, Wands, I’m not mad.” The last thing you wanted was to embed shame to how your girlfriend decided to dress; if anything, the uncharacteristic choice made the surprise more enticing. 

She shivered as you nibbled the shell of her ear, trembling more every second your hands continued roaming, exploring, groping her so shamelessly. “But you can make it up to me by letting me touch you.”

“We’re in a church…” Even so, it was just the two of you in the building, a fact confirmed by one quick glance out into the main room through one of the wall’s cutouts. All alone in the quiet, sacred space. Wanda knew she should protest harder, the mere idea should’ve been off putting, but it wasn’t. Nor was it the first time this scenario crossed her mind.

You’d be lying if you said the setting didn’t turn you on that much more and if Wanda’s shudder as you palmed over her covered sex was any indication, she wasn’t completely put off. Curious fingers poked and prodded, pressing against her in earnest until Wanda was gasping. “Why not? No one would know and it’d be fun.” 

You could practically hear the cogs in Wanda’s brain turning, working overdrive to come up with some answer where she could do the ‘right’ thing and keep those all too good sensations flowing from between her legs. “Maybe in the car?”

She’d expected the proposition to sound more convincing than it was, your contemplative hum against the nape of her neck showing Wanda she probably hadn’t swayed you either. Enticing as the car might’ve been in the past, it wasn’t what she yearned for right now. If you led her out, she’d follow and most definitely enjoy herself, but she’d think about this and what it could’ve been until this very rare opportunity presented itself again, if ever.

“Oh, but I want you right here, sweetheart. What if someone drives by and sees you outside? You know I like to keep you all to myself.” Wanda didn’t stop the hand sliding past the top of her stockings, fingers stretching the thin fabric in search of her panties— the second your fingertips grazed the embroidered cotton you groaned. 

Occasionally you caught her wearing the days of the week underwear she’d splurged on from some online boutique shop, something she bought with the mindset that no one would ever see them, but oh how wrong she was. Initially embarrassed for you to catch her wearing them, she was so relieved when you’d written it off as just another precious thing to love about her. 

“How are you always so pretty, babygirl? Makes it so hard to keep my hands off you,” Two inches further down, you discovered the beginnings of a wet spot, Wanda’s body giving her away despite her meekly suggested location change. “Especially when you get wet so easily. It’s my job to take care of that, being a good girlfriend and all.”

“I can’t help it,” she breathed out, trying to keep her breathing even for as long as possible. It was true, Wanda often found her thighs pressed together after a few touches or too long of a kiss; a fact she only recently discovered upon dating you. 

“I know, poor thing, let me fix it.” With your free hand holding the front of her dress, fingers splayed over her stomach, you held your girlfriend still as you moved the last barrier aside, sliding through her already slick folds as shamelessly as you would if you were in the privacy of your apartment back at home, laser focused on watching the girl in your arms go limp. 

The physical embodiment of a devil on her shoulder as you nudged her sweater out of the way, Wanda couldn’t possibly deny either of you further; the longer you waited, the higher the chance that someone else would wander in. Her cheeks burned red hot, unable to tell how much was from being manhandled mere feet behind the altar or the humiliation of how badly she wanted you to continue. “Please…”

“Please what, Wanda? Take you to the car?” Circling her clit almost did her in, knees buckling, hall echoing with the sound of the bags falling from Wanda’s hand to the floor. You let up and she whined pitifully, hips bucking in search for more of the fleeting pleasure. But if you were doing this, you needed your favorite part: her confirmation. “Use your words and I’ll give you whatever you want, baby.”

“Take me, right here…” She was nearly dizzy with need as she spoke, but the struggle was so worth it once your fingers began working her purposely now, promptly rewarding her acceptance. It was all too easy to forget any lingering worries and focus on her rapidly building orgasm, head and hands falling forward to brace herself as you slid two fingers into her. “Oh god, yes-”

You tutted mockingly, grinning into the crook of her sweet-smelling neck. “Now you know that’s not proper language for where we are. Mind your manners.” 

It was terribly hypocritical considering how lewdly you were stretching her open on your digits, letting her drip down your palm. You could pretty much count on her making a mess, but no matter how familiar of a sensation, it was all you could do not to fall to your knees and see for yourself; Wanda was the only person you’d ever felt so inclined to worship. “You feel so good on my fingers, sweet thing. I wish you could feel how tight you’re squeezing them.”

The poor thing did her best to keep up, but you were so fast, so determined to watch her walls come down in the place she should be doing the exact opposite… The most she could do was moan out her pleasure, heavenly music to your ears. “Can I cum? I’m so close-!”

“Go on, I want to feel you.” Wanda finished with a cry, muffled into her arm, still too afraid to be loud no matter how alone you might be. She shivered and shook, thighs trapping your hand in place as she rode out her orgasm. Even from behind Wanda was a sight, long hair falling over her shoulders as she tossed, hands clamoring for purchase anywhere on the wall she’d never look at the same way again. 

Satisfied with your work, thought she’d be done and more than ready to get out of here, but to your surprise, her hand grabbed your wrist before you could pull out. “What’s wrong, Wanda?”

“Nothing, it’s just..” Wanda couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but it’d be a terrible missed opportunity if she didn’t ask. Rubbing her backside against your front confirmed what she’d felt for a few seconds before, the telltale bulge in your pants providing Wanda the perfect setup to make one of her deepest fantasies a reality. She’d gone this far; what was a little more for the whole way. That’s what she kept repeating to validate this next want. “Do you think we could maybe, um..”

“Maybe what?” Her actions only gave you an inkling into what Wanda was hinting at, but surely she couldn’t be thinking what you thought she was. 

When it came to risky scenarios, you were constantly on the propositioning end, finding creative ways to present your new ideas for Wanda’s approval. What you’d just gotten away with was a giant push of luck, never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine she’d ask for it. “The rules are you use your words. You have to say it.”

Of course you wouldn’t let her off easy, not when both of you were on the precipice of doing something so scandalous. She appreciated how dedicated you were to her enthusiastic consent, but if she thought about what she was asking too hard, she feared she might fizzle into nothingness. “I was thinking if you were up for it, we might go again?”

“Yeah? With my fingers?” You goaded her with a slow curl of your long digits, guiding her back until you could easily grind your clothed strap on against her, the sharpest squeak bubbling from Wanda’s chest. As you moved this time, you were slow, too slow, knowing as nice as it was, it wasn’t what she needed. Not when she remembered how mouthwateringly full she was a few days ago when you’d last had her in your lap.

“N-No,” Wanda shook her head, mousy and bashful. Her one advantage was facing away from you, fully aware she’d never have the courage to speak up that way unless you forced it out of her. “I meant with your strap…”

The words felt heavy on her tongue, as if someone else said them; anyone but the person she knew herself to be. But you heard them in her sweet, sheepish voice and something feral inside you snapped. You tore away from her unceremoniously, only for a second, just long enough to bend her a little farther, slapping Wanda’s ass once. 

“Fuck, I wish I could keep you here all night, just to see what else I can get a naughty girl like you to tell me what they’ve been dreaming up.” Ignoring her shout, you ripped a hole in her stockings, tearing wide enough that you could play with her from behind, shallowly dipping your fingertips into the hole you’d so cruelly left empty. 

“You’re all I want,” Neck straining over her shoulder to catch glimpses of you undoing your pants, Wanda’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the thick dildo set on your hips, only fluttering closed as you nestled the toy between her thighs, sliding it back and forth in an effort to wet it for Wanda’s comfort. Eager as you were, this one was bigger than she’d taken before and you’d never forgive yourself if you caused her any pain. “Hurry up before someone comes in..”

“Look at you, so impatient,” The tip teased Wanda awfully, drawing low moaned out pleas that were much too pretty to deprive yourself of so quickly. It wasn’t long until her wetness coated your strap, slick and ready for her as soon as you were ready to deliver. “Does my sweet girl want me to fill her up with my cock? Would that make you happy?”

“Mhm..so happy..” Something about being fucked left Wanda’s brain so.. empty, always coaxing her into a blissful relaxation. She supposed it had something to do with not only touch, but your words, sneakily dumbing her down until her only thoughts rested on you and when you’d give her what she waited for. 

Being taken in church was an idea she only allowed to appear in her deepest dreams, shaming herself afterwards for even daring to create such a thought. If anyone was going to give it to her now, it had to be you and to her credit, you’d started this. But logistics were way too much for Wanda to think about presently and, in a mission to make this impromptu sex as good for her as it already was for you, clearing her of any fears was your highest priority. “All I want to do is make you happy, Wanda.”

She knew that was true from the very first time you’d told her, those words only ever given with the most sincere honesty. Combined with the gentle patterns you drew over the sensitive skin of her lower tummy, Wanda let herself be lulled, trusting you to take care of her in the vulnerable state she so loved to fall into. 

“Spread your legs for me a little, just like that…” Everyone would be wondering where you were soon, Wanda’s father waiting on his Halloween candy delivery and Natasha for the drinks she asked you to get, but for this, for her? You’d say screw it all without hesitation to take your time and make this happen however she pictured. “Now beg. Confess to me, little church mouse.”

As you pushed the tip in and stopped, Wanda erupted into a fit of pitiful noises, fighting against your hold to feel that ever lusted after stretch, but you were stronger than her and wouldn’t budge. Being made to beg was equal parts hot and degrading; unfortunately you’d come to love to hear it, discovered it turned her on to do it, and now demanded it whenever the chance presented itself. “I need your cock, need you to fuck me.. please please!”

“There’s my good girl,” With one long push, you filled her completely, overwhelming the needy girl in all the best ways. You gave her just enough time to adjust, rutting into her tight pussy hard and fast as soon as possible. If she was wet before, Wanda was absolutely drenched now, making it all too easy to fuck into her as deep as you dared. “You look so pretty all fucked out, Wanda, begging to be fucked just outside of your dad’s office.. in a church, no less..”

“I.. I didn’t…” She truly hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, but she certainly hadn’t objected too heavily either, especially not to this. Each time your hips met Wanda thought she was done for, that coil in the pit of her stomach tighter than she could ever remember it being. Her entire body felt like a livewire, every touch you provided almost stinging. As soon as you found her neglected clit, Wanda was panting, chest heaving in the small, restricted space between her and the wall. 

She devolved into an incoherent mess, pathetic and helpless noises echoing throughout the otherwise silent halls. In a selfish act, you covered Wanda’s mouth, cementing the impossible to ignore wet sounds coming from your girlfriend to memory. “Do you hear how wet you are for me, baby? I would’ve fucked you earlier if I knew you needed me this much.”

Your teasing was too much for Wanda to bear; your crude words, being forced to listen to how aroused she was. Part of her still chalked this up to some insanely vivid dream. The moment your fingertips slid past her lips Wanda was sucking on them, albeit sloppy and lazily, reflecting how little focus she had as your strap hit her at the perfect angle. She was losing it fast, muscles threatening to give out the closer her second orgasm came. “P-Please, can I-”

“Of course you can. Poor thing, you just need to cum so badly,” Wanda’s pulse raced under your lips, but you kissed her there so sweetly it nearly felt like a joke. Below, your hips moved at a torturous pace, quick and brutal in time with the circles you rubbed into her almost too sensitive bud. If you could just see her come apart one more time- “Cum for me, I’ve got you.”

Wanda’s jaw fell open, spit covered fingers giving her slight reprieve while she bucked and twisted wildly, only managing to stay upright with the help of your strong arms. Fucking her through it all quickly became more for your pleasure, bottoming out to let you grind your own clit against the back of the toy at the join of your hips, clinging to Wanda’s trembling form as you came with a groan into the back of her hair. “I would’ve helped…”

“Trust me, you did more than enough,” you mumbled, nibbling the shell of her ear as you caught your breath. You’d never given much thought to the joys of a joint orgasm until Wanda, finding something special in sharing your highs. Always one to prove how useful she could be, Wanda loved being allowed to touch you, to see how good she could make you feel before you reached your end, but this time she was in no state to do so nor did you need it; watching her was more than you would’ve ever asked for. “You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda wanted to say something back, couldn’t remember if she’d actually spoken out loud or not, but also couldn’t focus hard enough to think that deeply at the moment. She felt like she spent an eternity there, swimming in some cloud high above the church while your touches turned gentle, stroking over her hips and stomach until Wanda finally started to settle down. 

Thankfully the church remained empty so you let her take her time, holding Wanda steady while you pulled out. Careful as you were, she still whimpered, body worn out and tired, “Shh, you’re okay, pretty girl.”

Turning around let Wanda slump against your front as you leaned into the wall, green eyes hazy and heavy. She drew you into an almost sleepy set of kisses, thanking you with sticky, lip gloss smudge marks along your jaw… until she remembered exactly where she was. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we just did that.. We have to get out of here now!” 

Fumbling terribly, your girlfriend snatched the fallen candy bags from the floor in one hand and your arm in the other, dragging you as fast as her strength would let her. “Be careful, Wanda, or you’ll trip!” 

“I’m fine, just open the car!” She didn’t know if she should be mortified or terrified, praying to every power in the universe no one ever found out about this. Wanda’d never sped out of church in such a flurry, as if the quicker she moved, the longer she could escape the anxiety gaining on her. 

Unfortunately for her, you had no such issues and her inner turmoil only made you laugh. “Don’t forget you liked it. I’m pretty sure you were the one begging loudest-”

“You made me!” To you, Wanda would deny her enjoyment for a while and she’d never think of doing it again, but as silence settled in the car and you turned your attention to the road, she struggled to keep still and not squirm too obviously as she replayed your Halloween havoc.

[aemondsvisenya]

Aemond x Reader who uses sign language

This idea is so random but I refuse to back down from it, hear me out…

Disclaimer: I’m not deaf, nor am I completely mute - I have been learning British Sign Language, however, as it’s part of Makaton which can be used by autistic people like myself. However, because this is Westeros, there’s no official sign language and so I haven’t described the signs in great detail

✨ Reader has no assigned pronouns or gender, and I haven’t specified why you use sign language - could be for a deaf reader, could be for someone who is mute… whatever the reason, you’re valid! ✨

When Aemond first meets you, he’s taken aback by how attractive you are, so he immediately goes to speak to you - only to be confused when you just smile bashfully at the sight of him but don’t say hello back

One of your friends has to explain to the Prince that you don’t speak (they quietly explain the reason so that no one else overheard), and that you use your hands to communicate. You’re a little afraid then that he’ll be disgusted by you or think that you’re deficient in some way, that you’re incomplete

Yeah, no, you couldn’t be more wrong about that

For one thing, Aemond is a scholar: he has studied many languages, though none more so than High Valyrian of course, and so he’s of course intrigued to learn that there’s a language that doesn’t involve speaking aloud, that people can use their hands to speak instead. While he thinks it must take longer, he also muses that it would be interesting and also helpful in certain situations to not have to use a voice to communicate

Secondly, Aemond is all too familiar himself with people thinking him deficient - people still shudder when they talk about his eye, even though he makes sure to wear the eyepatch all day and to never remove it unless he’s alone in his room. He knows what it is to be treated like he’s lesser, to have to work harder to overcome a disability - and he immediately sympathises with you

Aemond begins researching, seeing if there are any books on the subject of using hands to speak, but the information out there is extremely limited - so it makes sense, of course, that he go to you directly to learn first hand

At first you’re shy and a little scared because what would the One-Eyed Prince want with you? But to your surprise, he does his best to be reassuring, and he eventually gets across to you that he actually wants to learn some of the hand movements so that he can speak to you properly

As I said, Aemond is a dutiful pupil - he picks up on it faster than most others might

Some are relatively easy to remember, he finds; hello is a gentle wave, thank you is moving a hand down from the chin and bowing the head… he laughs softly when you grin and show him that “dragon” is miming blowing fire with your fingers acting as flames. Others aren’t as easy, admittedly, but he practices long after your sessions together in the privacy of his chambers, usually using a mirror to make sure his movements are clear and fluid

Before too long, it becomes second nature to him; he immediately starts signing to you when you pass each other, saying the words out loud to himself even as his hands move gracefully. He really does have such beautiful hands, you often find yourself thinking, with such long fingers… that thought definitely makes you blush

You’re honestly touched by his efforts because no one else has ever tried this hard just to speak to you, just to understand you, and it makes your heart grow in your chest that Aemond would do such a thing for you

What’s even more surprising is that soon enough, Aemond even begins doing some of the signs without even thinking when he’s talking to other people - only a couple of basic ones like please and thank you before he realises what’s he’s doing and stops, but it still happens from time to time

When Aemond asks to court you, he does it in perfect sign language but you have to ask him to repeat it because your eyes are blurry with joyful tears; he worries for a moment that he’s gotten the signs wrong but you hurriedly use your hands to tell him that no, he did it right, you’re just so happy and you want to see him ask again

Honestly he’s just super attentive and highly tuned to whatever it is that you’re saying, you always feel like you’re being heard when you’re with him because he takes everything you sign seriously

Woe befall anyone who dares mock or make cruel comments about you - Aemond doesn’t have time for such uneducated filth, and he wastes no time in making sure they never do such a thing again

[ceilingfan5]

🔒 blupjeans? :) 

🔒I broke into your car to impress you when you locked your keys in and now I have to construct an elaborate lie to explain myself 

“Huh,” Barry says, after Lup breaks into his fucking car. “Thank you, so much, honestly, I mean, I was going to be fucked, the locksmith quoted me like $300-”

“Yeah, no prob,” Lup says, so forcedly casual that she thinks she hears something important pop in her jaw. 

“But uh,” Barry looks at his car, a very, very sad blue Honda Civic belovedly named Crunch, and then at Lup, who is struggling with the knowledge that she is blushing hard enough to burn herself at the stake here. “That’s a pretty impressive skill you’ve got there?”

The how the fuck do you know that, and for why, specifically, is implied. 

“Thanks,” Lup says, opening her gumball machine mouth and letting a tasty, shiny lie ricochet through the spirals and tubes of her fucking idiot central and right out into the air, where she will now be responsible for it. “I learned it in the circus.”

“The circus?” Barry is wearing his stupid sexy strap on sunglasses, which are tentatively attached to his regular glasses, and thus make his eyes a little harder to see. He is, however, obviously having some kind of reaction to this information. Lup grimaces. 

“Yeeep. The circus. You know, the uh, the giraffes loved to steal keys.” 

“Giraffes?” Barry is incredulous. “That’s amazing. What for?”

“Oh, they’re mischievous fuckers,” Lup is just fully in it now. “Never trust a giraffe, I’m telling you. Elephants either, they’ll throw your keys right down a storm drain just to get your attention.”

“Golly,” Barry says. With his human fucking mouth. Lup wants to kill him and keep his soul in a jar. She promises she’ll poke holes in the lid. “I have to imagine you’d hide your keys after that happened once or twice, though?”

“The problem is, you see,” Lup is ascending, to live with the angels. Shame they’ll evict her as soon as possible, for all the lust and gluttony and wrath and so on. She can have another thing lined up. It’s fine. “Circus outfits never have pockets.”

“Really? Never?”

“Total design flaw,” Lup says, nodding, and also sweating so hard she’s afraid it might be audible. “Pockets would pull them down. And when you’re just wearing a leotard, you don’t want it gettin’ pulled down, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Barry agrees, looking dreadfully impressed at all this. “But then what about the keys, did you just hold them?” Him and his goddamn followup questions. Lup could grind him into a paste and study him under a microscope. 

“Yeah, or put them on a chain around our necks. But mostly we had a key boy.”

“A keyboy?” Barry’s eyes go way up. “One keyboy, to hold all the keys in the circus?”

“It was an illustrious job,” Lup says, with her lying, lying ass. “Everyone wanted to fuck the key boy.” 

“Wow,” Barry says. “Because of his access?”

“Because of the jingles, Barr, keep up!” Lup folds her arms. “Also, he was a pretty good juggler. Not as good as me, though.”

“You can juggle?” Barry grins at her. “I’d love to see that.” 

“I’ve been banned from juggling forever,” Lup says solemnly. “Because of the incident.” 

“The incident?” Jesus, can he just do this all day? Doesn’t he get tired?

“Yeah,” Lup says, and winks, and smacks him congenially on the back. “It’s a curse. Shame, cause I love juggling.” And before Barry can ask her another fucking question, she heads back in to work. 

God. It’s been years since she juggled. She cannot fucking believe she’s backed herself into a corner again about this shit. She should have just admitted to being obsessed with lockpicking youtube. 

[neos127]

WHY HER? - SIM JAEYUN (chapter nine)

pairing. idol!jake x fem!fan!reader synopsis. in the most cliche way, jake falls for a fan of his. y/n just has to decide if she’s able to handle being apart of his life. notes. includes a written portion!

. . .

Y/N shakily clicked on the ‘accept’ button of Jake’s face-time call. Quickly fixing her hair and setting the phone to a decent angle. Jake smiled once she picked up, his expression soon dropping after seeing her pout.

“You wanna tell me why you’re so afraid of getting close to me?” Jake spoke up, already starting the conversation Y/N had been dreading. The girl took a deep breath and closed her eyes, looking out her window to avoid eye contact.

“I just can’t believe that you have feelings for me, no other boy has ever shown this much interest in me.” Y/N admitted, nervously playing with her nails.

“Listen…it scares me too. I took a big chance with getting to know you but I don’t regret it one bit. You have such an amazing personality and that’s what sets you apart from everyone else. That’s why I like you so much.” Jake explained, making Y/N suck in a breath, her stomach twisting more and more.

“It’s just…imagining relationships is fun, it makes me giddy to think about that type of stuff. Even reading it and watching it in movies…but when it’s real, it becomes too real. I’d be putting myself in a vulnerable position and I’m afraid to get hurt. I know it’s stupid and inevitable, but that’s just how I feel.” Y/N explained, watching as Jake mulled over her words.

“Thank you for being honest with me, I understand how you feel. And I promise I won’t break your heart, Y/N. I couldn’t even think about doing that. You’re way too important to me.” Jake replied, his lips turning down into a frown when he saw a tear slip down her face. She quickly wiped it, sniffling a bit.

“And what about your career?” She asked softly. Jake’s eyes diverted from her face for a moment, letting out a small sigh.

“Well, we can try to hide our relationship for as long as we can. As long as my managers know they won’t mind helping us out. And just know that whatever anyone says about you, it isn’t true. They can’t be a real fan if they don’t support me.” Jake explained, trying to reassure Y/N. She nodded absentmindedly, really thinking about the consequences. It wasn’t going to be easy, Y/N was sure of it, but the soft gaze in Jake’s eyes was enough to sway her.

“Let’s do it then…before I projectile vomit everywhere.” Y/N chuckled, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes. Despite how terrified she felt, she was still happy to know that he was just as into her as she was.

“Damn…sounds like you don’t like me that much.” Jake teased, a smile appearing on his face.

“Ugh please, I like you so much it hurts. It’s honestly kind of unfair how sweet and cute you are, I never stood a chance.” Y/N groaned, hiding behind her hands at the confession. Jake felt flustered, still not used to her complimenting him.

“Honestly, that’s how I feel about you. As soon as I saw your smile, I was done for.” Jake replied, the blush on his face was very obvious. Y/N bit back a smile, trying to hide her flustered state by looking out her window again.

“So- where do we go from here?” Y/N asked, still feeling a bit awkward about their conversation.

Um…i’ll ask you to be mine properly when I get back, I promise. I’m willing to make this work if you are.” Jake said, smiling at Y/N. Just the sight of her face was enough to make him giddy and he couldn’t wait to get back home and have her in his arms.

“Yeah, I am too.

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS FT. PINING! WITH A HAPPY ENDING! (because the other one wrecked me. how could you)

“You’ll get a cold.” The villain took off their jacket and put it around the hero’s shoulders and as their fingers brushed against the hero’s bare shoulders, both seemed to hesitate for a moment.

“It’s alright, really,” the hero said, laughing awkwardly. And despite their desire to convince both of them that it wasn’t a big deal, they put their arms into the sleeves and pulled the jacket closer. Its smell reminded the hero of their enemy’s bed, of takeout shared in the living room after a rough session and admittedly of the intimacy they yearned for.

“Although I can’t use my telepathy anymore, I’m pretty sure you were freezing. Your whole body was shaking.” It was quite tragic, wasn’t it? To be stripped of your powers. The hero thought about it often and though it hadn’t left physical scars, the hero knew how tormented the villain actually was.

Being destined for greatness hadn’t made the villain untouchable. And neither was the hero. In fact, maybe this privilege, this destiny made them so vulnerable in the first place. Potential and opportunity — what if someone took these things? What would be left?

“You’re very sweet,” the hero said. It was a long walk to the hero’s apartment and since the hero refused to pay for a taxi, the villain made sure to bring them back. Every time.

“If I want to.”

“No, you can’t really control kindness. You’re very sweet. That’s who you are.” The hero looked along the many houses, stretching into the endlessness of the city. God, they never quite knew how to treat the villain when they were alone like this. Sleeping with each other was easy, but this type of exposure was something else.

Somehow, this was an opportunity, too. Most of the time, they talked about nothing in particular but every now and then one of them dropped their guard. Those moments were precious to the hero.

“I’m not gonna mention my body count.” The hero smiled softly. They were close to the hero’s house now.

“I thought your body count is one.”

“Not that body count,” the villain said and when the hero looked at them, they saw a blush on their stoic enemy’s face. God, what a sight. “Christ, you drive me crazy sometimes.”

The villain stopped and looked at the hero for a moment. They wanted to say something, but didn’t.

“What is it?”

“Do you think I’m ruined?” they asked, rather helplessly. Shifting to serious topics was becoming a natural habit. The hero loved it. “Do you think it ruined me when they…you know, took my powers?”

“No,” the hero answered immediately. “No. I…honestly, I believe you lost your way. You lost purpose and a part of yourself. But I don’t think it ruined you. I think you just needed a new purpose.”

The villain stared at them again. They were good at this, staring and saying nothing. Silently, they agreed on continuing their walk.

“I always told myself that if I still had my powers, I’d be a better person. I always told myself that if it hadn’t been for that one thing, I would be perfect. I managed to convince myself that I couldn’t possibly be better than I am, due to the circumstances. But maybe I was just afraid of trying to be good and failing. That’s why I didn’t try at all.”

“Well, that’s the thing. You’re not a bad person. You’re trying to be one but that’s not what you are.” The hero looked at them and, god, the villain’s eyes sucked them in. “You’re wonderful. You just didn’t get that back then.”

They arrived at the hero’s doorstep.

“You really think that?” The hero searched for their keys, so they were surprised when they looked up and found the villain incredibly close to them.

“Uhhh…I think so yeah. Your powers had potential, yes. But it’s not this one thing, this one goddamn thing that decides over what you could be. I think it’s dedication and it���s desire, it’s love and it’s inspiration. It’s something you decide, it’s something you make. I have the potential to save this world but if I am dedicated to saving just this one person…” Their gaze dropped to the villain’s lips. “…then maybe I don’t need to save the world.”

The villain kissed them hard and the hero could barely ask them if they wanted to come up with them.

Of course, the villain said yes.

[bordysbae]

Can you write something with Mark E?

reader is very insecure about her appearance since she wears braces, so she tries not to smile, or eat in front of Mark but Mark really likes her and has no problem with it he always tries to make her laugh

“insecure”

mark estapa x f!reader

it was something you never noticed you did until he pointed it out. you laugh with your hand covering your mouth, you never smile with your teeth, and whenever you eat in front of people you make sure to rarely show your teeth.

mark just said something super funny, making you laugh intensely. your hand begins to go up towards your mouth, covering your teeth. “babe, stop doing that,” mark says as he removes your hand from your mouth.

you immediately stop laughing, and your facial expression becomes full of worry. “stop doing what?” you ask, his hand still holding yours.

“you always cover your mouth with your hand whenever you laugh, why do you do that? i love your laugh, there’s no need to hide it,” mark questions.

“oh wow, i never even realized i did that. i mean, i’m insecure of my braces, so i guess i subconsciously started covering my mouth. i honestly never even noticed,” you shrug

“well stop doing it! i don’t care about your braces, honestly i think they make you cuter. not that you’re not cute the way you are, or anything,” he starts nervously rambling, afraid he said the wrong words.

“don’t worry i know what you mean babe, and thank you, it means a lot, really,” you smile. mark smiles at you as well, and leans down to kiss you.

“now what’s a guy gotta do to make his pretty girlfriend laugh again? and with her teeth this time,” he chuckles, making you blush.

“you’re not funny mark, so i don’t really know,” you joke, making both you and mark laugh.

“there we go! i did it! i made you laugh!”

“no i made myself laugh, estapa,” you proudly grin, making mark playfully roll his eyes.

[fromasgardandback]

Eddie at the Ballet

masterlist | oneshots | e.m. christmas

“Eddie, my love. I have a surprise for you.” I sang walking into his bedroom. I saw him sitting on the floor leaning against his bed, strumming his guitar mindlessly.

“Hello, kitten.” He said smiling up at me. I blushed at his comment, straddling his waist and sitting on his lap. “This is a nice surprise indeed. Wayne will be home soon, but we can make it quick.” He said holding my hips, and leaning forward to kiss my neck.

“This is not the surprise or where I was going,” I said chuckling at his advances. “My parents got tickets to go see the Nutcracker and a work thing came up, so mama gave me the tickets for you and me to go.” I smiled, trying not to laugh at his reaction. He was trying so hard not to show a disgusted face while still being optimistic.

“That sounds… nice.” Eddie grinned.

“Look, it's box seats, just you and me, we can make out the entire time if you want. But just consider it. Please? I’ll treat you to a nice dinner?” I said showing off my best puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, I’ll consider it.” He groaned.

“Yay! Thank you.” I kissed him softly, which turned into more.

He finally agreed to go to the ballet with me. I honestly did not think he would, but when he called me caving in, I got really excited. Eddie dressed nicely in a black suit with a dark maroon tie that matched my silk dark maroon dress. I could tell he was nervous being in this kind of environment. Yes, the people around are snooty and old money kind of people but I assured him it was just us.

“All these people are staring at me…” Eddie whispered, trying to hide behind me.

“They’re not staring at you, darling. They’re just assholes who can’t see that a hot young man like you is here with such a plain girl like me. Bleh.” I made the noise, looking up at him.

“Baby, it’s the other way around. But also I notice some of the town’s elders that don’t like me because of who I am and what I like.” He said sitting down and trying to blend into the darkness.

“My love, I love you. Nothing is going to change how I see you. Why care about what others think, you didn’t use to? What's going on?” I asked holding his hand.

“Because this is a really nice place and I know that when I go home tonight, it won’t be in a mansion with my butler getting me a glass of water. It’ll be in a mobile home at the trailer park.” He said quietly. “I’m a freak and everyone sees me that way. They see me as a satanic cult leader who preys on young kids’ vulnerable minds for sustenance.”

The way he paid attention to others’ words hurt me so badly. If I knew he felt this way I wouldn’t have asked him to come. I didn’t think his self-image was this profoundly pained.

“Eddie Munson.” I held his face in my hands. “I love you so much. You are kind, sweet, and gentle. You are not any of those things that others say about you. You are not a cult leader, you helped those kids find themselves in what they love and not be afraid of what people may think. Do you understand how much self-confidence you have given me? I am now unapologetically myself. That’s to you, baby. I wouldn’t change you for the world. Plus, you give the best kisses and hugs.” I kissed his lips softly, feeling a tear roll down his cheek onto mine.

“I love you so much. Thank you for making me feel so special.” Eddie said, holding me close.

“You deserve the world Eds, never doubt that,” I said leaning into him.

We ended up staying and watching the ballet, occasionally kissing. 

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Professors- Neville Longbottom x OC

Neville Longbottom x Charlotte Creevey

Description: Charlotte is the Potions Professor, and she is shocked to learn that students are shipping her and Neville (the Herbology Professor) together.

Word Count: 1.8k

“Now, many people believe Madrakes to be violent creatures at first glance,” Charlotte heard Neville say to his class as she reached the door to his classroom. She had been the Potions professor going on four years now, having taken the job immediately after the war. She’d always excelled in the class, even if her predecessor hated to admit it. 

Neville was the new Herbology professor this year at Hogwarts, so she could understand why he sounded a bit nervous. His tone honestly reminded her of their Hogwarts days, but this wasn’t that. Even if he did sound a bit nervous, he now had a certain air of confidence around him. But she guessed that came with literally slaying a Basilisk. 

She listened through the door as he continued to teach his class about Mandrakes for a moment before deciding to walk in. She did have a class to prepare for after all. After knocking twice, she walked in without waiting for an answer. Neville had stopped talking when he heard the knock, then perked up when he realized who it was. 

“Ah, Professor Creevey. What can I do for you?” He asked with a small smile. She returned the gesture then closed the door behind her. 

“I apologize for interrupting,” she began, but he simply brushed it off then repeated his earlier question. “Well, I’m afraid you never gave me those mistletoe berries that I need for the Forgetfulness Potion. Normally I would go get them myself, but-”

“But you always forget which ones are ripe,” he finished with a small chuckle. Charlotte grinned bashfully and nodded in response. 

“Yes sir. I have a class after this that’ll be making the potion and I don’t think I’ll have time to get to the greenhouse and back before it starts if I go after the bell,” she explained. He nodded once she finished and set down the book he had been reading from. 

“Very well, you guys keep reading. I expect you to know the use and functions of Mandrakes by the time I return. He gave the class a pointed look, but the smile on his face told everyone he wasn’t serious. The class, in turn, giggled as he made his way to the door Charlotte stood by. He gave them one last smile before opening the door for her and following her out. 

“Sounds like you’re settling in well,” Charlotte mentioned as they walked down the corridor. Neville nodded, shoving his hands into the pockets of his opened robes. 

“I am. The students have made it much easier, especially the first years.” Charlotte nodded and smiled nostalgically. 

“They remind me of us during our first year. I remember how scared we all were.” 

“Yeah, you were always there to help us though,” he commented. Charlotte blushed shyly and shook her head. 

“Oh please, I was just as scared as you were,” she muttered coyly. Neville shook his head, staring at her with a fond look. 

“You hid it very well then.” She smiled at him then looked down. They continued to make small talk until they reached the greenhouse. Charlotte stood behind Neville as he inspected the mistletoe berries. She took the chance to really look at him, something she hadn’t done since before the war. It surprised her how much he seemed to have grown up since their Hogwarts years. There was a sense of maturity to him now, he was no longer hesitant and he no longer had to worry. She blushed in embarrassment when he turned around and caught her. 

Thankfully, he didn’t say anything as he stood. The two of them picked the vines in silence, and Charlotte couldn’t help but blush when their hands would accidentally brush against each other. 

Neville and Charlotte had briefly dated during their time at Hogwarts as students. When they broke up, it affected both of them despite being mutual. Charlotte was a muggle-born and she was understandably afraid for her life multiple times, especially when Death Eaters surfaced right after the Quidditch World Cup. Meanwhile, Neville had become shaken up after his encounter with Bellatrix Lestrange during the battle at the Cabinet of Mysteries. They were both dealing with their own things and didn’t have the time to put effort into their relationship, but that didn’t stop Charlotte from missing him. 

Neville ended up helping her carry the bucket of berries back to her classroom, having reached it just before the bell rang for class to end. After setting the admittedly heavy bucket down, he allowed Charlotte to lead him to the door. They just stood outside her classroom as students filled the hallways. 

“Thank you for all your help Professor-” 

“Just call me Neville. We’re still friends, aren’t we?” Neville half joked, making Charlotte smile bittersweetly. Friends. 

“Of course Neville,” she responded gently. “You should probably get back to your class.” Neville nodded upon realizing that the bell was in fact about to ring. 

“Right,” he said with a nod. “I’ll see you later Charlotte,” he finished before walking away. She watched his retreating form before the bell rang. As she walked into her classroom now full of third years, she began her usual speech. 

“Good morning class, today we will be making and studying the effects of the Forgetful Potion. Now, can anyone-” her question was cut off by one of the students, a Ravenclaw girl named Nina Roberts. 

“What were you and Professor Longbottom talking about?” She asked eagerly. Charlotte was taken aback by it, and upon looking around, realized everyone looked as interested as Nina. 

“What?” She asked with a small laugh. 

“Oh come on,” a Slytherin boy named Dalton Sparring piped up. “Everyone saw you and him talking outside your room.”

“I heard Carissa Nicks saw them walking out to the greenhouse in the middle of class,” another Ravenclaw girl named Maria Franks added. That made the class erupt in talking about the new information. 

“Okay that’s enough!” Charlotte called, holding her hands up to silence everyone. “Professor Longbottom helped me gather mistletoe berries for our potion today, I was simply thanking him for his help before class started,” she explained. The class looked like they didn’t believe her, but another thought popped into her head before she could say anything about it. 

“Why are you so curious about it?” She asked suspiciously. The class looked among themselves nervously, making her eyes narrow and her arms crossed. 

“Well,” Nina started. “A lot of people know that you two are really close, and we were hoping that you two would get together. Everyone sort of figured you’d be together by now. You guys are always looking at each other during dinner and assemblies. Everyone thought you were at least dating at first.” The professor’s mouth dropped open as she listened to the student’s explanation. The rest of the class nodded in agreement. 

“Wait, you all think that we,” she trailed off, not able to finish the question. 

“Well, yeah. Everyone does,” Maria replied with a shrug. Charlotte just stared at them in shock for a minute before blushing profusely. 

“Well, my love life is none of your concern, and I will thank you to stay out of it,” she finally said before straightening up. “Now, back to the lesson.” 

Her student’s words stayed with her even after classes had ended. It was shocking for her to say the least. Of course she was aware of her feelings for the new professor, but she hadn’t realized that she’d showed it so much in front of others. But Nina said that Neville also looked at her during dinners and assemblies. Surely they couldn’t have been serious, right? 

It ended up consuming her thoughts and she found herself excusing herself from dinner earlier than usual that evening. She noticed Professor McGonagall give her a concerned look, but she gave the headmaster a reassuring smile before leaving. She found herself outside in the entrance courtyard. 

With winter coming in quick and it had gotten cold just as quick. That ended up being bad news for Charlotte, who hadn’t thought to bring her jacket and her robes being in her quarters. So, she simply leaned against the marble railing surrounding the courtyard and looking out at the lake that sat beside the castle.

“What are you doing out here? You’re going to get a cold without a jacket,” she heard Neville say from behind her. She hadn’t even heard him walk out here. 

“I’m just thinking,” she responded before looking at him. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked over to her with a jacket in his hands. She faced forward shortly before feeling a small weight on her shoulders. Neville had covered her in the jacket previously in his hands then leaned his shoulder against one of the pillars of the structure. 

“Care to share them?” He asked as she snuggled into the warmth enveloping her quickly. She finally shrugged and looked at him. 

“It’s nothing really,” she lied. He gave her a look that told her he didn’t believe her.

“Come on Char, you know better,” he reprimanded gently. Charlotte couldn’t help but smile, she should have known that she couldn’t lie, especially to him. They shared a small laugh then Charlotte looked out at the lake once more, gathering her thoughts.

“Have you heard some rumors flying around? Rumors about-”

“Us?” He asked knowingly. Charlotte stood up and looked at him surprised. 

“You know about them?” She asked, shocked. Neville nodded nonchalantly and rested his hands in his pockets. 

“Yes, I’ve been hearing them almost since I began teaching,” he explained. 

“Well, how do you feel about them?” She asked curiously. Neville blushed shyly and looked down then at the lake like she had previously. 

“I can’t say that I’m exactly mad about them,” he started nervously. “I have to admit that seeing you again after the war brought up some old feelings. I missed you Charlotte.” The girl was surprised by his confession. She didn’t know what to say, so she just stared at him for a minute, making the boy beside her nervous. Eventually though, she finally spoke. 

“Even after all this time?” She asked quietly, looking at him hopefully. Neville finally looked at her again, smiling at her expression. 

“Since the day we broke up I’ve missed you. Breaking up with you was one of the worst decisions I’ve ever made,” he admitted, taking her hand. Charlotte flushed red and looked into his eyes. She always thought they were pretty, the way that the gray and gold swirled into his hazel eyes always mesmerized her. 

“Well, what would you say to trying again?” She whispered, eyes flickering down to his lips for just a second. Neville seemed to understand what she wanted because he began leaning in, speaking as he did so. 

“I’d say yes,” he muttered before Charlotte met him halfway and kissed him. His arms instantly went to her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her hands first rested on his shoulders then slid around the back of his neck. They stayed that way until being forced to pull away to breathe. They stared at each other and smiled simultaneously. 

“Wonderful way to restart, wouldn’t you say?” He asked, making her giggle. 

“Definitely.”

[rubyastari]

Do You Have Any Idea Just How Beautiful You Are To Me?

Let me remember this moment. I know I may not experience this every day. For as long as we both shall live, I still wish for more.

Still, I’m realistic. I don’t want to be pushy. I don’t want to scare you off or anything like that.

I’ve almost given up on you. The last few times we met (before the Covid-19 pandemic), I’d thought that was it: you were unreachable.

Poetry brought us together in 2018. I was heartbroken at that time and so were you. Typical. Someone you loved back then had chosen to marry another man.

We chatted right after that poetry event and told each other’s Instagram accounts. Then we went our separate ways. You live in the West while I am in the South.

I had to be extra careful with you – and our interaction too. I’d learned my past lessons. I didn’t want to make it too obvious. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. Honestly, I still don’t.

I had to give up my dreams about you when we met face-to-face the next time after that night. It was the same poetry event as the last time. I, as usual, showed up alone. I’ve mostly been the typical Ms. Independent.

That night, you showed up with her. You seemed radiant with joy – and so did she. After you recited your love poem (you’d sounded so positive), you announced to every one present just how much you loved her. I could see her blush despite her polite smile.

So you had moved on. Good for you.

I congratulated you after that, before hiding myself inside the cafe – right there in the corner ... just to cry. I am so sorry. I really was happy for you that night.

I was just sad for myself that night.

I think we’d still run into each other at some other poetry events after that night. We chatted like we usually did, with our normal friendliness. I mean, we are sort of friends, aren’t we? Even when you still seem very distant, secretive.

Even when I’m still way too afraid to be completely honest with my feelings for you ...

Should I be, though? Even if I were okay with you rejecting me, could we still be friends? Would you turn away, as if I were the most hideous creature on earth you may have ever seen?

As usual, I tried not to think about that. Was it even worth the trouble?

-***-

Then, the Covid-19 pandemic happened.

We didn’t get to talk much for a while. We could barely meet up. I only said hi to you once in a while through social media. You know, the usual. I mostly just commented on the stray cats you’d encountered. (You love cats too! Yay!!)

-***-

Okay, so let’s go back to that more current night, during Poetry Night. (Yup, that’s literally the translation of that poetry event’s name.) I didn’t think you’d show up.

When you told me you would, I was ecstatic. I didn’t care what time you’d arrive there, as long as you’d show up as promised. I wanted to see you for real, not just on social media.

I’d secretly missed you ...

I hadn’t seen you after my performance on stage that night. Somehow, I worried that you might have missed it – or worse, changed your mind about coming at all.

On Instagram DM, I told you that I’d just been on stage. You sent a distant photo of me on stage with a short reply: “I know.”

Oh. My. God.

From the angle of the photo you’d taken of me, I managed to locate your whereabouts. You were sitting amongst the crowd, wearing a baseball cap, glasses, a jacket over your shirt, jeans, and trainers. Your dark, wavy hair was cut short. You were grinning when you saw me.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed. You got up from your seat and we shook hands vigorously. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were already here?”

“Why should I?” You smiled and slightly winked at me. I giggled. Okay, why was I acting like a teenager all of a sudden?

Then you invited me to sit with you. That was how the rest of that Saturday night went on, with us sitting together and talking. Us enjoying other poetic performances on stage.

Us, giggling at each other’s jokes ...

I even encouraged you to read one of your poems again on-stage – impromptu. I didn’t even care that you read the same sad poem you had, back when your ex left you for another man.

No, I wasn’t jealous of her. I was still sad for you, though. How was the other girl you’d brought to the event the last time? Are you guys still together? I’m afraid to ask. I know it’s none of my damn business.

It was obvious that – even after all this time – you still love the girl who had left you. I get that. Not every one can heal as fast as people expect them to.

Still, do you have any idea just how beautiful you are to me? I guess that’s why I still haven’t had the guts to tell you exactly how I really feel about you.

The truth is, I still don’t know. I’m not sure myself, and I’m sorry for that. I just know that I love seeing you smile and laugh. You’re not afraid to reveal your vulnerability. That makes me wish that – if it would never be me – somebody else will be lucky enough just to be with you.

Meanwhile, I’m still a coward. I’m still hiding my feelings, for fear that I may never have you this close again ...

Perhaps I am almost in love ...

R.

[stariwrites]

😍 and 😘 for the self-ship game :3c

Ooh okay, so I haven’t spoken about my self ship with Jason Todd in a hot minute so I’m gonna go with that!

My favorite thing about him is his heart (it’s cliche I know) but he has such a big heart and holds so much love for people even if they don’t deserve it. He cares so much for those around him and is very protective of those he loves and isn’t afraid to speak up. I admire that about him especially because I’m trying to work up to that level and be more assertive/stand up for my loved ones. I honestly think he’s the coolest and half the time he doesn’t know how to deal with that. He could just be asking for more ketchup and I would look at him with so much love and fondness, he’d have to nudge me and tell me to stop making that face. He’d be blushing too!!

His favorite thing about me would probably be my resilience. A lot of shit has happened and so to notice that I pick myself back up again and keep going while still being kind in spite of everything would inspire him I think. He’d be in awe of that. I think too he also loves that I’m a loud thinker. Every thought I have can reflect on my face especially when I’m doing stuff or forget something and am trying to figure out what I was going to do before I forgot. He finds it super endearing especially since there are times I don’t even notice I’m making faces. He’d call me out on it too and there has been more than one occasion where I got him to laugh without even meaning to.

[icysab]

Hellooooooo. I hope your having a good day. I would like to request an Enhypen matchup please.

I am 17 and live in Canada. I’m an INFP Virgo as well.

I am 5’3 and 115 pbs with pale skin. I am white (all my family came from the UK) with shoulder length wavy brown hair and matching brown eyes. Not the most athletic but definitely will try to beat you at soccer, volleyball, badminton, and ice skating.

I really suck at writing about myself so sorry if this sucks. I am very introverted and have both anxiety and depression. I try not to bother people with my problems by bottling them up along with my emotions (king behaviour). I try to stay happy and positive for my friends and will support them with anything. My love language is words of affirmation and acts of service. I am the eldest sister so I know how to take the lead even if I don’t want to. I love writing creatively and psychology, I actually want to be a therapist when I’m older. My family says I’m “a sloth with a side of T-Rex”. I like to play video games in my down time and use daydreaming as a sort of coping mechanism. I’d like to think I’m pretty but I’ve only ever been complemented on my eyes, dimples, and thick long eyelashes. I take pride in helping people. I HATE loud sounds, yelling, and overly agressive people, im okay with teasing (that’s what I do with friends) but there is a line you should not cross. Apparently im smart? According to my friends at least.

Don’t really have an ideal type since I’ve never really been on a date, ever. I love the idea of back hugs and being the little spoon. Okay kinda specific but when they run up to you from behind, pick you up and spin you around (khytfdsegbjhj I need help). Don’t get me started on when their hand lightly rests on your waist. Would LOVE picnic dates, dancing in the rain, baking a cake, poking each other’s cheek, and late night convenience store runs. I honestly just want to feel loved and wanted. I feel like I’d be clingy and the kind of girlfriend to bite them (gently). I’m not one for big public displays of affection but wouldn’t mind holding hands. If they kiss my hand nose or forehead imma be a blushing mess. I’d say a good personality but they all have great personalities. I like someone who is protective but trusts me, you know. So they trust me not to flirt but if a guy won’t leave me alone he won’t be afraid to step in. You know those chaotic Pinterest photos, yeah I wanna recreate those. I hate taking photos of myself so it’d be sweet if he had a bunch.

Thank you so so much. I recently found you and I love all your stuff so far 💙💙💙.

i match you up with…

jay!!

i knew even before i finished reading your description that i had to match you up with jay. like??? you’d be so perfect for each other?? he’d 10000% do the little back hug picking you up thing you described :) and he would liiiive to make you blush by kissing your knuckles. like i can’t just everything about your description SCREAMS park jongseong to me!!

p.s. the blue hearts also made me think jay haha

[oraclekleo]

Feedback: thank you so much for choosing me to play this game. I was so nervous to play. I’m very detached from my sexuality. I think since I’m so shy , and insecure with my body I’ve been uncomfortable with exploring that side of myself, or someone seeing me nude/my private parts. I think it’s been suppressed, and made me a late bloomer. I don’t have any experience, and I’m afraid men will find that weird considering I’m a bit older, or I not sure if anyone would be able to find me attractive. I was also scared to leave the alliteration costume part (Pirate) but I found it fun and it made me happy that you liked it. Hearing that I have the potential to be sexy/attractive in a Halloween costume as a “irresistible nurse” is so shocking. I hope one day I can get the confidence to wear something revealing. Thank you for the bonus section , I really enjoyed reading it. It comforted me, and makes me feel like one day someone will want to do something like that with me. 🏴‍☠️

Hello!

Never be nervous to play my games. Even if they make you blush, they are just that - games! For fun! And in these, you can't lose. No need to be nervous at all. 😊

Okay! Being uncomfortable with others seeing us nude is perfectly fine. It's very intimate and you should first feel good about yourself in privacy. Learning how to actually love your own body, how to find it sexy. Of course we all have insecurities, nobody is perfect but hey! Wouldn't it be just so boring if we all looked the same and perfect? Where's the fun in that? While when we have imperfections, we can actually learn to love them for the uniqueness. 😊 And we all become comfortable in our skin on our pace. Don't rush yourself.

Honestly, if a guy finds you in some way weird, they are not the guy for you. Love life isn't a sprint where you run through a ribbon and get just one prize and that's it. You go through life and meet soooo many people on the way. Some will stay because they are good for you, some you will leave behind because they are not your match. I can assure you that you will be attractive and sexy for the right guy or guys. 👍

I highly recommend to dress in something you yourself find sexy once in a while. Even if only for yourself. Shy people like us need to practice feeling sexy. 😂 If you liked the idea of nurse, assemble a nurse costume. It doesn't even have to be revealing much.

As for the bonus part, the fun thing about vibrators and dildos is that you can use them yourself and you don't need a lover to assist you. So go ahead, make an anonymous mail account and buy yourself a toy online if you want it. It's healthy! Women need to have fun, too. 😜

Thank you so much for your lovely feedback 💖

For more tips on how to feel sexy when you think that objectively speaking you are not sexy, feel free to DM me 😘

[fallengirlbossyohane]

Aikyan and Rikyako's Alone Time

A few weeks have passed since me and Kyan came to terms with our feelings, and I’ve honestly never felt this realized in my life. It’s as if I’ve achieved the greatest ambition known to the human kind, and naturally I’m truly proud of that. But, there’s still a missing piece that would complete the full picture once for all. We may have said it jokingly, but… I genuinely want to get more intimate with her. 

Now that we’re finally official, it shouldn’t feel so awkward, and yet I find myself blushing whenever I think about the more sexual side of our relationship. Plus, I’ve been feeling… clingy, and I’m somewhat afraid that she’ll think I’m becoming annoying. I miss her like crazy when she leaves for work, but I still haven’t mustered up the courage to say it out loud — to neither her or myself. The aching in my heart when she works overtime or has to attend those obnoxious school meetings hurts so much I’d describe it as worse than physical pain — but, that’s just for me. 

Click.

Wait — was that the front door, just now? Is she back? I really hope so. I’ve been thinking of… making the first step tonight. I’ve even dutifully prepared beforehand thanks to Aina’s expertise, and I’m confident it’ll be the perfect first time. The two of us went shopping earlier this morning, and after much convincing from Aina’s part, I purchased a set of “high-quality” (that’s how she labeled it) red lingerie, not without feeling ashamed and humiliated as I nervously walked to the counter. An overall new experience I’m sure I’ll never want to try a second time. 

“Baby, I’m home.” I hear Aikyan call out from the other side of the wall, and — Gods, I sincerely can’t resist it when that pet name rolls off her tongue. I hate how something so stupidly simple can make my heart flutter as if I were a teenage girl in love. Even if these walls drown out most sounds, I’ve learned to recognize the sound her coat makes when she hangs it, or how the numerous papers in her bag shuffle around as she sets it down. Of course, I’ve also duly learned her step-pattern, and I’m pretty certain she’s making her way to our room. 

The door gradually opens, and a thin strip of yellow light illuminates the dark room. I see a pair of curious dark eyes furtively peeking from the tiny crevice. Oh, does she think I’m already asleep? Once she notices me patiently observing her from the bed, her eyes widen in surprise, but her gaze soon softens. She steps inside and gently closes the door behind her, as she motionlessly advances until she reaches the edge of the bed. I smile softly at her from the bottom, and she complies with an entertained grin. From the corner of my eye, I see her right hand beginning to rise, and in a couple of seconds, she’s lovingly running it through my hair, stroking it a few times and patting my head with affection. A contented purr almost escapes my lips.

“Hey, it’s pretty late. Why aren’t you already asleep, hm?” 

“I wanted to wait for you. Plus, I had something in mind for tonight…” 

Seems like I managed to catch her attention with that statement. Her ears perk up at the news, as she eyes me with interest, and she doesn’t look reluctant. That’s a great start, at least.  

“Ah? And what would that be?” 

“Well, if you come here, then I can show you properly~” 

A bewildered look appears on her face, and the faintest hint of crimson colors her cheeks. She then lets out a throaty laugh and lays comfortably on the bed next to me, her hands wasting no time as they start to wander. She stealthily gets closer to me with a clear intent, as hot puffs of breath directly hit my neck, sending a million shivers down my spine. Kyan tenderly plants a pleasant kiss on my upper-neck and coyly smirks in my skin. I react with an unsolicited but satisfied hum. Fuck, this is getting bad. I’m supposed to be the one in charge here! When she does things like that, though… it makes me weak in the knees and everywhere else. 

“You’re getting me pretty excited saying that.” 

“I-I know.”

“So? What do you have to show me?”

I remain completely silent, intimidated by her (not so) unusually assertive behaviour, as she expectantly smiles at me, and a remarkably bright idea appears out of nowhere. I anxiously grab her hand, the thought of what I’m about to do making me shudder with both excitement and concern. I then gently place it on my chest, firmly keeping it there in case Kyan wanted to tear it away, and impatiently stare at her with a glimmer of uneasiness, scanning her expression for any signs of eventual disgust or anger. But, no. She just smiles. Wide and genuine, and all I see is another woman who’s madly in love but also afraid to mess everything up — just like me. In that moment, I understand that there’s absolutely no need to be scared — we’re in this together, and working as a pair will surely contribute to making this function in the best way possible. 

“Are you… sure you want to…?”

She doesn’t even consider completing the sentence, and instead leaves it hanging in the air, but we’re both painfully aware of how it would have ended. And yes, I’m sure. I’m so sure that I don’t think I’ve ever believed in something with so much passion and devotion. She probably has already figured out the answer by herself, but I know she demands to hear it out loud.

“Let’s do it.” 

—

“Fuck, Rikyako, you… where did you even get this thing? It makes your body and curves look so… ugh, I don’t even know how to say it!” 

Aikyan looks pretty frustrated at the moment, as her gaze doesn’t move from the red lingerie tightly wrapping my body around like a present, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t funny or cute in the slightest. Just because this is a very special occasion, though, I won’t laugh at her. I’m awfully tempted to, yes, but I won’t. Instead, I’ll answer her question, which seems like a much more civil thing to do. 

“Ah, Aina helped me pick it out. Do you like it…?”

“It’s outstanding on you, baby. Guess pink isn’t your only color. So, little Ainya helped, uh? How kind of her.”

“Listen, I adore Aina, don’t get me wrong, but please don’t bring her up when we’re about to… h-have sex…”

My tone gets shy as I go on, and I barely manage to blurt out those last few troublesome words without whispering them under my breath. She shifts closer to me, moving the covers a bit so that we can have our own comfortable space, and as she “harmlessly” rests one hand on my thigh, I feel my head getting lighter — even more so when she begins to purposely stroke my inner-thigh. Once again, while getting on top of me, she leans closer to my ear, biting it ever-so-gently. This time, a quiet moan finds its way out of my lips. 

“Hey,” She starts, her low voice vibrating against the shell of my ear. “… just because you look good with it on, it doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t take it off. Actually… want me to help with that?”

I silently nod at her proposal and embrace her even tighter, nervously resting my forehead against her shoulder. Her hands gently caress my body all over with care, her slender fingers slithering under my bra as she begins to tenderly knead and fondle my chest. The feeling leaves me pathetically whimpering in her shoulder, which does a good job at muffling my cries of pleasure. Kyan finally unhooks my bra after I beg her to and tosses it somewhere in the room, resuming her “massage” with more vigour. 

“You’re so beautiful, Aida… your skin is so soft, too…” 

Her dark eyes are glazed with pure lust, and she seems totally out of it, but I’m sure that if I’d have a mirror in front of me right now, I’d look even worse than her. It’s the effect that stupid smirk and those stupid dominant ways of hers have on me. She suddenly sticks out her tongue and brings her head lower, proceeding to roll it around my nipple teasingly, never actually licking it. I desperately grab her black locks, inciting her to get on with it. She doesn’t protest much and agrees, eagerly sucking on it, keeping her hand busy with my other breast in the meanwhile. 

“A-ah~ like that Aikyan, ngh…” 

At this point, I’m panting in the air and moaning without any shame, waiting for that moment, when her exquisitely long fingers will finally be put to a better use than simple hugs and pats. I lovingly stroke her head in an attempt to tell her just how good she’s making me feel, and she purrs contentedly against my chest. She then releases my breast with a pop! and leaves a long trail of kisses until she reaches my neck. Kyan begins playing with the waistband of the lower part of the lingerie, amusedly chuckling to herself when I noticeably shiver under her touch.

“Ready, baby?” 

“Y-yeah.” I respond breathlessly, my eye-lids feeling so unusually heavy that I let my eyes close for a few moments. She pulls the (very wet) garments down with a swift move and leaves them hanging around my ankles. I’m now very aware of the cold temperature in the room, but her hand getting dangerously close is quick to make me forget it. 

I audibly gasp when two of her fingers circle my clit in a painfully slow manner. Her pace remains the same for a few seconds — just enough for me to get accustomed to the new feeling — before she speeds up her movements and adds more pressure, making me hiss at how amazing she is. She even begins to suck on the delicate skin of my neck, leaving behind some pretty evident hickeys. Aina will never stop teasing me about this, if she ever finds out.

“Like that, Rikyako?” 

“H-hm…”

“Want me to go faster?”

“Ah… y-yes, please…” 

“Good girl.” 

Good girl? Where did you even learn that, Kyan? I won’t complain — it heightens my perception of pleasure, so… 

I’m now clawing at her back, running my nails across the soft fabric of her shirt, daring to tear her shirt into shreds from the sheer strength I’m putting into holding onto her for support. As her fingertips press down on and rub my clit over and over again, making me squeeze my thighs around her arm, I can only whimper right beside her ear, letting her know how good she is with her fingers. My body is getting hotter with each passing second, making sweat trickle down my skin, and my vision is pretty much blurred, but it doesn’t matter. All I can focus on is Aikyan’s soothing voice.

“Are you close, baby?”

“M-mhn…”

“Go on, close your eyes and come for me, Rikyako.”

“A-Aikyan…!” 

I bury my face in the crook of her neck and let out an obscene, drawn-out moan, cheekily biting her neck and praying to the Gods it won’t leave teeth-marks. Waves of white-pleasure violently crash down on me, one after the other, making my limbs tense up as I erratically grind against Kyan’s wrist in an attempt to make it last longer than intended. I’m quick to ride it out, my whole body going limp in an instant, and I allow myself to sink into the sheets. As that certain post-orgasm tingling sensation begins to fade, leaving me in a blissful state of relaxation, I let out a sigh and loosen my deathly grip on her clothes. Kyan nuzzles the top of my head and caresses my inner-thigh, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

“Are you alright? Do you need some water?”

“No, thanks. I’m fine.” 

My voice sounds breathless, drained of all energy, but I’d say it’s understandable — I’ve just had the most mind-blowing orgasm in my entire life. Plus, tiredness is slowly getting the best of me, making it hard to move my body or even string together any coherent thoughts. Kyan lays besides me with the proudest smile on her face, holding me close to her chest, reminding me of a puppy who needs attention. I give in and get lost into her Red Rose-incense scent.

“I’ll need to cover up this… bite, tomorrow. Fuck, that hurt…” 

“Yeah, sorry about that… but, in my defense, I was getting railed by a certain someone, so —“

“Ok, ok! I get it, no need to word it like that… also, you seem pretty tired. Sleep well, hm? I’ll wake you up tomorrow morning, so don’t worry.”

“Well… I don’t think I can go to University like this; I can’t even feel my legs…”

“I-I see… then, how about we go out on a date somewhere? We can have a good time and all. I’ll even pay.”

“Hm, sounds good.” I then snuggle closer into her breasts. Comfy, five stars — would recommend (if I weren’t so jealous of other women… or men, too. Anyone in general, really). “Sorry, Aikyan… I’m falling…” 

“It’s ok, you need some rest. Goodnight, Rikyako.” Kyan’s chuckle is the last thing I hear before I succumb to a pleasant slumber. Night, Kyan. I love you.