#and im gonna try to work on the computer today

[ponchcronch]

I AM DRAWING THE MONKE, THIS NOT A DRILL, I AM DRAWING THE MONKE‼️‼️

[vanishintoyou]

this is so scary im going to a computer repair shop lol

[risingsunresistance]

while i dont like dream myself and tend to stay away from the main group he hangs out with now (whatever he's even doing these days idk i dont keep up), it baffles me when ppl are like "i dont watch (x) bc they've talked to dream / they're friends with friends of his / etc" like. do you know how many people he's talked to. do you know how many friends of friends he has. most of the popular guys are probably two degrees of separation from him at best 😭

[relto]

the other day someone at work asked me for help installing a specific program. he can install it, but it stops executing right after he starts it. now i have absolutely no idea what could be causing this and i cant even reproduce the problem because every time i try it somewhere it works.

[clowningaroundmars]

yall idk wtf is biting me in the ass, maybe its bc i got financially spanked last month but holy shit am i ON TOP of my finances this month

[mewhenimanangel]

need that, hamzahthefantastic

prev pt 3*

—synopsis. hamzah invites you over to be in their new video

—warnings!: freaky uti, dry humping, undressing

notes 🫧: the fight was so tuff, i’m a die hard noob

—🐞

you parked your car outside hamzah’s house, fixing your lip gloss and zipping up your sweater before going to knock on his door.

him and martin invited you to be in one of their sims videos since mandy was on vacation and they knew you played as well.

it’s been around two weeks since you and hamzah made out in his car. since then, you’d been texting a lot more and you hung out twice with mandy and martin. though, you haven’t done anything to continue what he started.

hamzah answered the door with a grin, “come on in boi, we haven’t started playing yet. martin’s still connecting the camera and the mic” he closed the door behind you.

you felt something brush against your leg, looking down to see his cat rubbing itself on your leg. “awwww he’s so cute” you reached down to see if he’d let you pick him up.

when he did you held him in your arms and rubbed behind its ear. “which one is this?” you asked hamzah. “this is blue. red’s probably upstairs somewhere clawing at something.” he said, reaching over your arm to pet blue.

“i had to put a child lock on my fridge cause they figured out how to open it bruh” he shook his head.

you giggled looking at him with a smile.

“oh hey y/n, didn’t know you were here already. i just finished setting up the camera” martin said. “heyy” you put blue down on the floor, following martin.

“you ready to get your sims on?” he asked. “try freaking born ready” you giggled, hamzah following behind you.

you sat off to the side on the couch in hamzah’s office while they started the video. “hello everynyan-” hamzah interrupted him “dude what” “it’s like a meme like have you ever seen it? it’s like oh my gahhh” martin awkwardly repeated the video, hamzah stifling a laugh. “anyways we’re back and better than frigging ever” martin started off.

“now it has been a while-“ “definitely been a while-“ “right, a while since our regularly scheduled programming” hamzah said. “i hope you guys enjoyed the fight, we worked super hard literally for like six months”

“and you may realize we’re not in our usual spot, wanna tell them why that is?” martin said. “yes we are, we’re in my house this time because mandy’s on vacation and martin, feeling like a sad little lonely boy wanted to come over and play with me”

“yes mandy is gone. she is in spain right now because she doesn’t love me anymore. you know what they say, ‘go to spain when your lover’s a pain’. that’s why she hasn’t proposed to me yet in the big year of twenty twenty-five” martin went on. “literally nobody says that”

“but speaking of mandy, today we’re playing the sims. something we haven’t done in a long time and we need a little bit of a refresher” “yes, the sims is a girl game and since we don’t have mandy, we brought back up” hamzah added.

“yes, we obviously cannot play this game ourselves so we brought in another expert” they looked at each other before counting down from 3 and snapping their fingers. you knew they were gonna put some silly transition effect over this.

hamzah got up to get another chair for you “you good?” he asked you, making sure you were comfortable. and you nod your head before sitting between them. “hellurr. yes i am mandy’s back up today. because obviously, they don’t know what they’re doing so im taking over.”

“dude what is it with girls and the sims. only girls know how to play the sims” martin and hamzah riffed while you logged into your sims account.

“now this is your first time on here y/n, how do you feel in the presence of such greatness” martin asked. “well im honored to be on but i don’t know about ‘greatness’” you joked.

after two hours of creating sims and making them kill, cheat, fornicate, and find love, they ended the video. “banger video alert” hamzah turned the computer off. “uhh yeah that was really good if i do say so myself.” you pat yourself on the back.

the three of you lounged around hamzah’s living room for another hour after that. “are you guys hungry?” hamzah asked “i was gonna order some food” “actually i still have some packing to do for my flight tomorrow” martin sighed while playing with red. “oh shit right, i forgot” hamzah shrugged.

“i’m gonna head out now bro i’ll see you next week” he dapped hamzah up before doing the same to you. hamzah followed him out before closing the door behind him.

“i could eat” you shrugged and hamzah smiled. he pulled his phone out and ordered chick-fil-a, adding in your order.

you sat criss crossed on his couch as blue jumped into your lap, snuggling up against you and purring. “his ass definitely likes you” hamzah chuckled.

“do you want one?” he asked, coming back from his bedroom with a little jar of edibles. “sure” you reached to grab one with your nails.

hamzah grabbed one too and you tapped them together in a ‘cheers’ motion before eating them.

you soured your face and gagged “okay these are nasty oh my god” you laughed. “yeah they taste like butt but they do the job. the food should be here in like twenty minutes” he said, joining you on the couch.

you helped him review the footage from the video before he sent it to their editor. by now the edible was beginning to kick in and you were growing hungrier by the minute. his door bell rung and he got up to answer the door.

he came back holding the bags of food up with a smile on his face and plopped down onto the couch, this time much closer to you, legs and arms touching.

“fuck i’m starving. is that shit kicking in for you yet?” he asked, handing you your sandwich and fries. “oh it is” you grinned.

“have you ever had the mac and cheese?” he asked you. “no i usually go for the fries” “okay here you gotta try it.” he took some on his fork and put it in front of your mouth, paying close attention to the way your lips wrapped around the fork. “right?” he nod his head at your reaction.

“wait here, you’ve got some cheese on your mouth” he said, brushing your lip off with a napkin. “oh..oops” you giggled through your slowed words.

the two of you tore through your food, turning on family guy in the background. “that was so fucking good” you looked at him, eyes low and red.

“right…..i’m stuffed.” you slowly sipped on your milkshake. “do you ever think about what they do with the cut out pieces of fries?” you asked, just chatting. “i always wonder but they probably just throw them away.” he added.

you leaned back into the couch, cross legged, knee resting atop of hamzah’s as he put his arm on the back of the chair behind you.

he slowly rubbed your bare shoulder that peeked from under your hoodie that was falling off. you leaned your head back, resting it on his arm before looking at him.

“so, are we just never gonna talk about it again?” you addressed the elephant in the room. “hm?” he looked at you. “the kiss, are we just gonna act like it didn’t happen?”

“no of course not, i just wasn’t sure if i had made you uncomfortable so i didn’t wanna push anything again” he shrugged. “hamzah i kissed you back for a reason. i wanted it” you reassured. “and i still do” you said, looking away for a second.

he grabbed your chin, turning your face back to his before kissing you. you leaned into the kiss, rubbing your nails at the back of his neck.

the room filled with your mutual satisfied sounds, hamzah pushing his hand up under your sweater. he laid you down against the couch arm, keeping himself steady atop of you.

he slowly pulled the zip down, taking off your sweater off, you willed yourself to follow his lead, wrapping your arms around him. he broke the kiss, “you good, right?” he asked. “yeah, keep going. i want you, hamzah” you reassured. he kissed you again before lining kisses down your jawline and throat. he sucked down on your skin “wait don’t leave any hickeys” you said through a moan.

“too late” he let out a breathy laugh, making you giggle. hamzah let out a soft noise at the feeling of your nails rubbing through his hair. he slowly eased his up under your tank top, reaching up he grabbed a handful of bra. “here, hang on” you sat up, taking off your shirt and throwing it by your sweater. you fiddled with your bra clasp and eased the straps off your shoulders, letting your boobs rest.

hamzah stared at them, mouth agape. “that was a push up bra by the way, so don’t be too disappointed” you joked. “how would i be disappointed. you’re fucking hot” he pulled you atop of him and kissed you, hands firm on your ass.

he kissed down the middle of your chest before his mouth latched on. you sighed in satisfaction when he rolled his tongue.

you subconsciously grinded your hips on his, feeling him grow. “fuck” you winced. you stayed in that position for a while, dry humping each other as he kissed and sucked all over your upper body. you felt yourself getting needier by the minute. “hamzah-“ you started before being interrupted by a knocking on the door. “dude let me in, i forgot my wallet” it was martin.

you looked at hamzah before getting up. he kissed you “go to my bedroom, i’ll be there in a second” he told you and you smirked before leaving the room.

hamzah let him in “ugh thank you, i was worried you fell asleep” martin said, spotting his wallet on the side table.

hamzah looked over his shoulder realizing your shirt and bra were still thrown around on the couch. “imagine i went all the way to spain and forgot this just sitting here” martin chuckled before turning around, hamzah missing the chance to let him not to.

“oou you got chick-fil-a? anything left?” he looked inside a bag before he came face to face with your bra. he turned around, jaw dropped “dude!” he gasped and hamzah grinned.

lvryn

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lvryn alright who pressed fast forward on my weekend 😂

mandys_iphone cute

user HELLO? is this a soft launch?????

ynlover omg this and how touchy they were in the sims video last month, they’re definitely dating ?)!(!;$:

— 🐞 the end

[luvyeni]

[ req? yes / no ]

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──────── not only did you enjoy working for johnny you also loved what happened after putting the girl to bed.

( 対 ) johnny suh + fem. reader wc. 0.7k genre smut · contains! unprotected sex. breeding kink. dirty talk. mature content. / back to library

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ johnny fic because im in love with him its concerning …

you loved everything about being a live in nanny to 5 year old sora ; she was a nice little girl who played well and didn’t cause too much trouble — that was until bath time; that’s when she turned into a demon spawn.

“catch me!” the little girl ran around the house, water dripping gripping from her hair as she shrieked , laughing as she dodged you. “sora!” you ran around after her with a towel in your hand. “you’re gonna get sick , and your dad is gonna kill me.” you huffed. “sora get back here.”

johnny was a single dad, and author who had full custody of his young daughter; he’d hire you to take care of the young girl properly while he was away or needed time to himself to work. “no sora don’t go into daddy’s office, let me dry your hair.” it was too late she was pushing the door open , closing it behind her. “sora!”

you opened the door , the older man holding the little girl in his hand. “mr. suh i’m so sorry , she’s a bit more energetic today.” you apologized embarrassed. “come sora.” you finally wrapped her in the towel. “i see that , sora you need to let yn get you ready for bed.” he said. “i wanna play daddy.” the little girl said. “can me and yn play?” he laughed. “how about you two play tomorrow, after kindergarten?” he said , his eyes going to you. “yn looks tired , how about we be good and get some sleep , so yn can get some sleep?” he spoke so softly with the girl it made you smile. “okay daddy.”

“good girl.” he turned to you. “thank you.” you said. “she’ll sleep well tonight.” he said , you nodded. “hopefully all this energy is gone.” you held the girl in your arms , about to walk away. “yn.” he said , making you stop and turn to face him again. “yes mr. suh.” he smiled. “before you go to bed , come see me, okay?” you nodded , trying to contain your smile as you took the now sleepy girl to bed — because not only did you enjoy working for johnny and taking care of sora; you also loved what happened after putting the girl to bed.

“oh fuck.” johnny sat back in his seat with a sigh , his computer glowing from the light of his computer, his newest book on display, but he was too distracted by you going to town in his cock , spit dripping from the corners of your mouth as his huge cock hit the back of your throat over and over. “keep choking on my cock.” he groaned , holding the back of your head , guiding you up and down on his length. “fuck , your mount feels so good.” you sat on your knees , under his work desk , letting the 30 something year old man use your mouth. “gonna cum , st-stop.” he pulled you off of him , spit falling from the top of his cock. “look at you drunk off my cock.” he looked down at you. “can’t wait to make you dumb on my cock.”

“johnny fuck!” you moaned as he push the fat mushroom tip of his cock inside of you. “you’re so loud baby , you don’t want to wake her, do you?” he started moving. “so-so good.” you moaned as the older man stretched you out with his cock , your eyes rolled to back of your head as he fucked you against his desk , you boobs moving along with his thrust. “yeah?” he grunted. “you like when i fill you with my cock.” he hit that one spot that made you gasp for air , a moan getting caught in your throat. “so dumb for my cock baby , you gonna cum?”

you nodded , his thumb stringing your clit , making your legs tremble. “look at shaking , wa-wanna watch you take my cum inside this pretty pussy , gonna give her a sibling to play with.” he cursed when you clenched around his length. “fuck , you like that? want me to breed this pretty pussy.” you moaned. “please.” he cursed. “you wan a baby princess? whatever you want gonna have you stuffed with my cum.”

“johnny i’m cumming!” he held your legs up against your chest , fucking deeper into your womb. “fuck me too , cum , cum all over me.” he groaned as you clenched tightly around him , barely letting him move. “fuck.” he groaned as you both came , his sticky cum flooding you unprotected cunt. “take all of princess , don’t waste a drop.” he kissed your flushed cheeks.

“gotta make it stick.”

©️LUVYENI

[dckweed]

tiktok made me do it!gf vs tf141 boys

hey y’all ❤️ sad news, i had an appointment with my ortho specialist today, and unfortunately im going to remain in my immobilizer for at least 6 weeks, im not supposed to be doing any computer typing/positioning or lifting of more than a pound when I do take it off during the next few weeks (for working it out, showering etc..), so once I get through my drafts, which are mostly just blurbs ill be on a small hiatus. my fingers are essentially stuck and we have to unstuck them during the next month or more, if that makes sense (there’s a video on my page with an explanation of exactly what happened for those that are curious).

You’ve seen the TikTok trend—girlfriends dressing in their skimpiest, barely-there outfits before “going out with the girls” just to see how their boyfriends react.

Naturally, you have to try it on your man.

…And, uh, you might not have fully thought through the consequences…but then again, do you ever?

Captain Price – "lookin’ like a wet dream..."

You take your time getting ready—black lace top barely covering your chest, a miniskirt so short it might as well not exist, and heels that add just enough height to make your legs look miles long.

When you finally step into the living room, Price is sitting on the couch, one arm draped over the back, lazily sipping his whiskey. He glances up—

And freezes.

His glass halts mid-air. His entire body goes rigid.

"Sweetheart." His voice is slow, measured, dangerously calm.

You smile sweetly. "Yes?"

"Where the fuck do you think you’re going dressed like that?"

"Girls’ night!" You twirl, the hem of your skirt lifting dangerously. "Do you like my outfit?"

Price slowly sets his glass down. "Come here."

You take a step closer, biting back a grin.

He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, eyes dragging down your body, taking in every scandalous inch of exposed skin.

Then, firmly: "You’re not leaving this house."

You blink. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." He straightens, his entire presence shifting into something dominant, possessive. "You think I’m lettin’ you walk out that door lookin’ like a fuckin’ wet dream?"

"John—"

"No."

"It’s just—"

"No, sweetheart." His voice drops, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you into his lap before you can react. "You’re staying’ right here."

You shiver. "s’just playin’, baby."

"Mm-hmm." He kisses your throat, your jaw, the corner of your lips. "Good. Now go change, or you’re stayin’ in for a different kind of night."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick – "crime against my sanity.."

Gaz is waiting by the door, checking his phone when you step into the hallway.

"Alright, babe, I—" He glances up.

And his brain short-circuits.

"…The fuck are you wearin’?"

You bat your lashes. "My outfit!"

"That’s not an outfit, baby, that’s a crime against my fuckin’ sanity—"

He stands up so fast, his phone nearly slipping from his fingers as he scans you—slowly, thoroughly.

"Ohhh, no, no, no." He shakes his head, gripping your waist before you can slip past him. "You’re not leaving the house like that."

"Why not?" You blink innocently. "It’s just clothes."

"Baby, if you walk out like this, I’m gonna end up in prison," he mutters, hands tightening against your hips. "What the fuck is this little… little… scrap of fabric you call a top?"

You giggle. "You don’t like it?"

"Oh, I like it, alright," he groans, dragging a hand down his face, "which is exactly the fuckin’ problem..”

"Kyle, it was a prank!" You can’t hold back your laughter anymore. "I wanted to see how you’d react!"

Gaz scoffs, then grins—sharp, dangerous. "Oh, babe. You’re in for it now."

You yelp as he scoops you up, carrying you back to the bedroom. "No, no, wait—"

"Nah, sweetheart. You wanna tease me? Let’s see how long you last before you start beggin’."

(Whoops. You played yourself.)

Simon "Ghost" Riley – "You’re Fucking Joking."

Ghost is in the kitchen when you walk in, pouring himself a cup of coffee, ready to go over the safety rules for the night, including demonstrating that you know how to properly (and safely) use your safety security keychain (it has a taser!), something he kept sharp and properly charged/filled for you.

"Alright, love, you ready to—" He turns.

His mug nearly slips from his fingers.

His grip tightens around the handle, eyes dragging slowly, dangerously down your body.

Silence.

Complete.

Utter.

Fucking silence.

"What?" You feign innocence. "You don’t like it?" It was a dress in a satin, rosie pink with black lace around the breasts, which had your tits generously on display with how low it was cut, it fell to just below your ass, leaving hardly anything to the imagination. It may or may not have been part of your massive lingerie collection, a piece he hadn’t seen yet..

Ghost stares. "You’re fucking joking."*

"Nope!" You adjust the straps that are holding your scrap of fabric on your body. "I’m going out! See you later, baby!"

Before you can take one step, a hand wraps around your wrist—firm, unyielding.

Ghost tugs, pulling you flush against his chest.

"Love." His voice drops, low, gravelly. "You step outside in that, and I will have to kill someone tonight." Only because he would never blatantly tell you to change, and would instead follow you in the shadows, ensuring creeps kept to themselves..

Your breath hitches. "…It was a prank."

His fingers tighten around your waist. "Was it?"

"Mmhmm." You swallow hard. "Didn’t think you’d react this badly—"

Ghost chuckles darkly. "Oh, sweetheart." His lips ghost over your jaw. "You wanted a reaction. Now you’ve got one."

(You have never feared for your ass cheeks more in than in this moment, knowing you won’t be sitting properly tomorrow..or for the next few days probably)

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish – "a bra with attitude!"

Soap whistles as he buttons up his jacket, turning toward you. "A’right, love, ye ready to—"

He stops dead in his tracks.

His jaw drops.

"The fuck is that?"

"My outfit!" You spin, the tiny fabric lifting way too much. "Cute, right?"

"Cute? BABE, IT'S A FUCKIN’ BRA WITH ATTITUDE!"

You bite your lip. "So you do like it!"

"Lass," he grabs your waist, "I’m seconds from cancelling your plans.”

"Why?"

"BECAUSE I AM NOT LETTIN’ YOU GO OUT THERE LOOKIN’ LIKE A FUCKIN’ SIN!"

You giggle. "But, Johnny, it’s just an outfit—" You drag out his name, whining it just the way he likes, and for a moment you think it might work, you see his eyes squeeze close, his head shake and his fists tighten, that tick in his jaw gets to going too..

"NO, LASS, THAT WAS A FUCKIN’ TRAP!" His hands grip your thighs, pinning you against the wall. "Ye knew what ye were doin’, minx. Now ye gotta deal with the consequences."

Your breath catches. "Johnny, wait, it was a prank—"

"Not anymore, it ain’t, love."

(You. Played. Yourself.)

Moral of the Story:

You thought it’d be funny.

Instead?

You’re not making it to girls night.

[psychesalcove]

you have a mythological beauty, you have the eye of someone i have seen.

♡ percy jackson x fem.reader

sypnosis: (college au) as college students, your days were filled to the brim with classes and work to be done. percy, and you still manage to find time for each other, even if it is just a bath.

tw: bathing together but not sexually, not really any plot I just wrote as I went, mentions of getting burned (from a candle), being naked but again not in a sexual way, percys down bad for reader but who's surprised, not proofread.

a/n: guys whosss back!! again, i apologize for not writing for so long, schools just been kicking my butt, as it always does. i really should be writing a research paper rn, but my wanting to write got way to big to ignore, so here we are!! i missed writing for this blog so much, sorry again for going m.i.a 😓

"hey, you." You muttered lightly as you walked into the living room. your online classes for the day—which meant finally being able to come out of your office you had been cooped up in all day. percy looked no less tired than you; he had a half filled out google doc open on his computer, but it looked like he hadn't made another attempt to write for a while.

his head moved at the sound of your voice, getting broken out of whatever trance he was in. "hey yourself," he hummed, hands moving from the keyboard to your arms where he started rubbing up and down. "how was your day?"

you sighed slightly, relishing in the feeling of percys hands on your arms. "same shit as always. our class got a new project, but she hasn't given out our groups yet."

percy winced, his arms coming to a stop so you could rest your hands on his. "im sorry, pretty. hopefully, you'll get a good group," he said, hand leaving its place on your arm to close his laptop. "i don't think thats gonna get done anytime soon," he stated, more to himself than to you.

you tilted your head slightly at that, but percy already responded to the question brewing in your head. "it's not due for another three-ish weeks. I'll get it done before then, promise," he laughed as you smiled at him.

"well," you started. "since it seems both of us are done with work for today, how do you feel about a bath?" you asked, watching percys face light up at the suggestion. you smiled at him again. "you can go start it and i'll make tea for us—i got camomile the other day at the store," you pulled away from percy and headed to the kitchen as you heard his footsteps fade into your bedroom.

—

no sooner had the water started boling on the kettle did you hear the sound of water running from the bathroom. taking a bath together had become something both of you enjoyed doing; it allowed for your minds to process all that had happened throughout the day while enjoying eachothers company at the same time.

you quickly grabbed the two mugs from the counter that now held hot camomile tea and started your walk to the bathroom.

—

percy was sitting on the toilet seat when you walked in, lighter in hand. you raised an eyebrow at him. "what are you doing?" you giggled, setting down the mugs on the counter.

"im trying to light the candle without buring my skin off, thank you very much," he said as he rolled his eyes playfully at you, gesturing aimlessly with the lighter, trying to prove his point.

"here," you hummed, grabbing the candle and lighter from him. percy could usually light candles for the first couple times, but if the wick gets to short for his liking, he ended up burning himself.

"i used the lavender bubble bath, i hope that's okay," he said, grabbing the now lit up candle from you so he could put it on the edge of the tub. you smiled at him, signaling that the lavender sent was fine.

percy stepped into the tub, and it was then that you noticed he had already taken his clothes off. he looked at you expectedly. "you gonna come in?" he prompted, raising his arm out of the water—showing off the bubbles that were already all over him.

"my gods, be patient perce," you joked, already removing your sweatpants and top. "you were in here for longer than me, and be grateful i made you tea," you said as he simply laughed in response. you quickly found yourself in the warmth of the water, now sitting facing percy.

"hi," he giggled, showing you his teeth.

"hi." you replied. the bathroom was casted in a warm glow from the vanilla candle lit, and the light sounds of water rippling only added to the blanket of solace that the bathroom was encased in.

"what are you doing over there still?" he asked, moving his arms under the water so that they now rested on your hips. "i wanna be closer to you," he said in a semi-whiny voice, hands slightly tightening their hold on you.

you giggled and pointed at his face. "i'll cuddle you—if you get the fake mustache off," you said, refering to the bubbles that were on his face; you didn't think he even realized it was there. before he could respond, you moved your hand to softly wipe away the suds of his face, his smile greeting you as you removed your hand.

you sighed and smiled back, moving your body so that you were now in between his legs, your back on his chest and head resting just below his chin. "happy now?" you giggled, feeling his hands come to rest on your stomach.

"very," he sighed, his nose coming down to rest on your head. "i didn't ask earlier," he mumbled into your head before realizing you probably couldn't make out what he was saying. "do you think we could go to that new flower shop this weekend?"

you hummed. "the one on the same street as that good pizza place?" you asked, your hands going to his arms to rub them soothingly; repeating the motion he was doing to you earlier.

"yeah, that one." he mused. "i wanna get mom and you flowers, there were pretty hibiscus flowers i saw," he countined, his thumbs moving in slow circles on your stomach.

you giggled again and moved your head to press a light kiss to his upper arm. "you just got both of us flowers, perce."

you felt him shrug his shoulders behind you. "maybe, but the two prettiest girls always need new flowers," he said so simply, as if he didn't just say the most precious thing you've ever heard.

"oh, and i put your favorite towels in the dryer so i'll go and get them before you get out,"

if your heart didn't explode from the previous statement, than this one most definitely did. you fully turned your body so you were facing him, and then you gently pressed your lips to his.

you pulled back, putting a hand to his chest as he tried to chase your lips. "percy jackson, the man you are," you stated. he simply grinned at you, looking into your eyes with nothing but love and devotion to you.

[tomssexdoll]

hey baybay

can u do 2010 bill and he’s on the couch working on the humanoid album on his laptop and he’s super duper busy and has been for the past few days. you’ve been sexually frustrated since he started getting busy all day everyday and your fingers weren’t cutting it anymore. you walk up to him on the couch, trying to get him to put his laptop down. “baby please? it’s been so long.. i miss your cock” you whine. he doesn’t respond until you let out a bratty whine. “i don’t need distractions, maus” he says. you huff and you climb on the couch on all 4 limbs and start laying soft pecks on his neck. “y/n i said no distractions.” he says sternly. “can’t help it when my pussy feels so neglected,” you respond. bills sharks his laptop and places it down and grabs you roughly. “then i guess im gonna need to make it feel loved again, hm?” THEN HE ABSOLUTELY ANNIHILATES UR COOCH IN SEVERAL POSITIONS ON THE COUCH and degrades🌚🌚

HEYYYY OFC

Bill has been SUPER busy with work lately, he's releasing the humanoid album soon and needs to work extra hard to see if everything is set up correctly.

This means I barely have any time to spend with him, no kisses, no cuddles, no sex, nothing. I've been so frustrated the past few days, getting tired of using my fingers. I needed his cock, badly.

Today I decided to annoy him, see if he would finally give in, even if it meant I'd get punished, at least he'd pay attention to me for a while. I stood in front of his computer, "babyyy" I grinned, trying to close his laptop but he grabbed my hand and softly pushed it away.

"Not now honey, busy" he muttered, eyes still glued to the screen, I sighed "baby please? it's been so long...I miss your cock" I whined. Nothing was working, he didn't give any mind to my whines and pleas.

But it was cut short. "Bill!" I whined, a hint of brattiness in my tone. He finally turned to me, frustration lingering in his eyes, "I don't need distractons maus, go do something" I sighed dramatically, crossing my arms and thinking of what I should do, surely he'd eventually cave?

Then, an idea hit me. If i just kept on distracting him, there was no way he wouldn't do anything. I slowly climbed onto the couch, crawling towards him and softly kissing his neck, little pecks peppered all over the skin. "Y/n, I said no distractions" he said sternly, pulling his neck away. I grunted, "can't help it when my pussy feels so neglected.." mumbling to myself.

It didn't take long for him to snap, he shut his computer harshly, grabbing me roughly and pulling me towards him, "then I guess I'm going to need to make it feeled loved again hm?"

My eyes lit up, nodding eagearly and laying back on the couch. He came in between my legs, lifting my oversized shirt up and sliding my panties off, seeing my aching, throbbing cunt.

"Oh baby..it's so wet, so needy for me" he pouted, sliding his pants and boxers off, his erection springing out. "Baby.." I whined, moving my hips to try and feel his cock at least brush on my folds.

"Patience baby.." he leaned in, kissing me softly and pushing his cock in, stretching me out after a while. "Oh fuck!" I cried out, all 8 inches buried in my needy cunt.

"You ready?" he smirked, I nodded and held onto him. He started to thrust hard and fast, my pussy finally relieved after being neglected for so long.

"Ohh fuck!" I cried out, my nails digging into his back, he groaned at the pain, motivating him to go faster. His cock was pounding in me, hitting every single spot that I loved.

"Fucking slut..can't even be patient, hm?" he growled, a hand coming to my bouncing boobs and squeezing them roughly, "gonna take every inch of me and you're gonna fucking love it, I better not hear you whine" he warned me, tone full of seriousness.

"O-okay.." I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

As he rammed his cock into me it started to feel like too much, his cock would sometimes overstimulate me very quickly, causing me to have frequent breaks when fucking. But this time, it wasn't happening.

"Oww!" I whined, his eyes filled with rage "what did I fucking say?" he flipped me over, pounding into me from behind, smacking my ass roughly.

"Bad girl..fucking bratty slut..can't even take my cock" he spat harsh insults at me, slapping my ass harshly, red marks forming on the cheeks.

I kept crying out, his spanks only getting crueler, "B-bill!" I whimpered, balls slapping against my pussy harshly. "So fucking good..fuck.." he groaned, rolling his head back.

Bill kept on twisting me into different positions, riding him, doggystyle, missionary, even from the side.

His cock would pound up into me as I layed on my side, his hands caressing my waist softly, kissing my neck roughly and leaving marks everywhere. The pleasure was getting too hard to handle, switching positions every 5 minutes was NOT for the weak.

Finally, a knot formed in my stomach, his cock continuing to pound harshly into me, hitting my g spot constantly, waves of pleasure coursing throughout my body.

"Cum for me baby..be a good slut" he groaned, his face stuffed into my neck, his chest pressed against mine. "Mmm!" I cried out, my orgasm washing over me, cumming all over his perfect cock. He groaned at my pussy clenching around him, also cumming, his load shot deeply into me, coating my walls.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @tomsonlyslut @kaulitzsbabyy @ballhair @bkaulitzlover @estxkios @charliesgoodboy @ge-billsgf

[hrtfilm]

HOW ྀ ꒰𖹭꒱ㅤㅤׅ bee!reader 𖬺𖬺. nervous!rafeྀ. MET.

𝐵𝐸𝐸!𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑅 trinkets, cd collecter, overdressing desires, defensive but sweet, socially unaware, selective hearing, supportive, loves using embarrassing terms of endearment, addicted to making spotify playlists, nerds over vinyls.

you discovered rafe by snooping around on discord, and no doubt you had your ambiguity against the random dude you found on discord, but he seemed nice. and apparently he was in outer banks too (then again aroused the fear of what if it was some random fourty year old man on his sons computer or something, but you were sure he wasn’t). the texts between the two of you were constant. to the point your friends would try and look over your shoulder to see who you were texting all the time, because it wasn’t them.

it was often you’d get into playful fights with him over him being unemployed, which led you to sending him job applications forms. but really, he wasn’t really unemployed he just did random things to get money when there was an opportunity, and you were pretty sure he just didn’t really give a shit about anything. while you were at work, you’d tell him being unemployed wasn’t healthy or something, just to get on his nerves while he was at home; or out doing something. he’d always respond back with something snarky, like “at least i don’t have to work all the time to get my money” because it was true; because from what you learned from your texts with the man, he’d go around outer banks with a whimsical vibe.

then it all came down crashing down when you were doing your usual grocery store routine, the beeping ingulfing your senses. it was quickly drowned out by a man, clearing his throat which drew you from your train of thoughts. “oh— sorry.” you uttered, grabbing whatever groceries he had picked up. the man’s finger brushed against yours as he handed your a few dollars in cash to pay. the dude only got a few items; he must’ve been too lazy to use self check out. which is really annoying.

after the interaction—you just had to text rafe about it. it was a stretch, but you felt something. you must’ve been deluded, but oh, when your fingers grazed, the man’s eyes snapped to yours, like he was apologizing without his words. ironically, the same thing happened to rafe. and he had already text you about some new girl at the grocery store. it almost seemed too good to be true, so it had to be coincidental. but at the same time, you found yourself deep down hoping that the man who brushed your finger when he was handing you cash was rafe, and not that old man who you also rung up a few minutes after the first man (rafe) had left.

rafe :p today at 3:15 dude i met some cute girl at a grocery store. i fumbled so hard i wish i got her number. she was literally so pretty, vro im prolly gonna go back tmr and get her number

honey. today at 3:21 actually that’s such a coincidence because i think i fumbled too while working to day he was literally so cute.

rafe :p today at 3:28 that’s actually wild. where were u working?

honey. today at 3:39 at my local grocery store

and from there, later in the conversation, rage eventually brought up about meeting each other. face to face—and now, yeah, you’d already done face reveals ‘nd you knew what he supposedly looked like, but you were still hesitant. but in the end, you still decided to meet up with him. at a bench beside the grocery store. it had to of been not even a few minutes after you had gotten comfortable on the bench, scrolling on your for you page on tiktok.

when suddenly, an awkward, but lanky man sent you a wave. “hey, are you honey?” and oh, he looked better than the picture he’d sent you. rafe looked better from when you caught a small glimpse of him the other day. and it was all like the description, and the picture.

“yes i am—‘nd your rafe, i assume?” rafe sent you a cheeky nod, taking a seat across from you. you uttered a “gosh— ‘m s’glad your not some old man.” you fiddled with the trinkets attached to your purse out of pure nervousness. you’d had spent the whole morning stressing on wether you were about to see some old man, but as it turns out, he was striking, like gut wrenching striking. but underneath all his fraudulent confidence, was a nervous boy.

rafe let out a snort of amusement from your worry, “me, old man? not in a million years. now i thought i was lowkey gonna be chatting it up with some prepubescent twelve year old.” he said, nervousness laced all throughout his tone. again, he cracked a smile out of force of habit when you laughed at he commentary, which you highly doubted was meant to be a joke. but you still found it funny.

from what you had gathered from rafe so far, it was bounded to be an interesting piece added to your life, because he was less confident in person than from what he was in real life.

[hwaslayer]

favorite things | pmylm drabble (jyh)

⇢ favorite things - drabble one // ft. the pmylm couple

summary: yunho's been having a rough time adjusting to the 'real world' and gets upset when he can't have the person he needs the most right away.

words: 2.8k

warnings: cussing/mature language, jealousy/insecurities, yuyu is upset and doesn't really know how to control his feelings rn cause he is just a tired boy 😭, a small lil fight, the awkward silent treatment, yuyu and yeo talk thru his feelings for a bit, kissing/making out, sorry if i missed anything i quickly whipped the rest of this in bed lol

a/n: whipped this baby up because i just felt the need to and i missed my babies!! (+ this lil IG inspo hehe) more drabbles to come 🫶🏼 love you in slow motion update this weekend annnnd i’m gonna have to push back the fallen angel hwa fic cause im all over the place 🥹 but we’ll do better!! lol stay tuned!!

Yunho has entered the real world and he is exhausted. When his mom used to joke about living and working in this so-called real world, he used to think it was just a thing to keep him on his toes, shake him up a little bit.

Nope, that shit was all real.

And he hates it.

He hates it because it's the one thing that brings another fight to the table for your relationship. Ultimately, Yunho knows all he has to do is adjust and he'll be fine in the long run. Both of you will be fine in the long run.

But today, that feels like a stretch and he is short of patience. Unusually short of patience than usual. He knows you don't mean any harm but for some odd reason, today he feels like the world is going to swallow him alive and everything is triggering.

The first thing is the fact that he has to stay a bit later than usual to finish up a project he had been working on. He was hoping to rush home and spend some time with you before you were off to practice for the evening, spending 2-3 hours with your friends and the group.

That didn't happen.

So, when he gets home and you've already texted him saying you've left with a sad, crying face, he's bummed. He gets himself comfortable anyway, heating up a cup of ramen since he's not too hungry. Maybe he'll get some food with you when you're out— it's one of his favorite things to do.

Now, the second thing that makes him a little more irked is the fact that 2-3 hours go by and you haven't texted. He knows practice can run long, but it's also a little unusual for you to not keep him updated. You finally do a bit past 8pm with a quick:

you: hi baby, sorry! practice was a bit busy, i was caught up during breaks. i'll be home soon then i'll come over after i shower, okay? wait for me (: we should go on a food run! hehe

yunho: sounds good, love. i'll be here.

It closes to 9pm and Yunho isn't hungry anymore. The cup of ramen will do since there seems to be a dim chance of getting food with you, especially when you tell him you'll be over in a quick second but you’re still nowhere to be found. Yunho charges to the door anyway and is hoping to greet you when he swings the door open. Instead, he's greeted with you laughing and giggling with Hyunjin downstairs in the lot as he hands you a bag of to-go food.

Let's set the record straight— Yunho loves your friends. He knows he can trust them, and he knows they're all genuinely good people. He's always been happy you had a good group of people around you.

It's just today, he really, really missed you. After a long ass day. And he knows you [and Hyunjin] mean no harm in your actions, but he can't help but feel a tad bit insecure [and slightly jealous] that you aren't rushing over to see him after not being with him all day. He knows he can blame this on the fact that he's exhausted and a little short on patience. God knows he really did try to keep it cool and brush it off.

He couldn't help it.

Yunho shuts the door again, leaving it unlocked for whenever you feel ready to come upstairs and hang out with him. He sits on his computer chair, irritated, and throws on a game to distract himself momentarily. Maybe it'll help ease whatever he's feeling,

But, nope.

It doesn't.

Because when you walk in, you're still yelling out to Hyunjin and whoever before you shut the door, place the food on the counter and walk into his room. You throw your arms around him from behind and Yunho lets out a small, audible sigh. That was already alarming enough for you, but you still dip your head to the side and try to grab his attention.

"Hi." You place a quick, chaste quick to his cheek, but Yunho doesn't move.

"Hey."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Is all he says plainly. "I was just waiting for you."

"I know, but Hyunjin stopped by to give us food—"

"I thought we were gonna grab food together?"

"Oh." You frown because it completely slipped your mind, or else, you would've left the food at your own apartment to save it for tomorrow instead. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't think he was gonna swing by with food. We all left each other earlier without any plans of—"

"It's okay." He taps your arms as a signal for you to let go of him. "You should go eat."

"We can share, there's more than enough—"

"All good." It's petty of Yunho, he knows. For him, it's the fact that you told him you wanted to go on a food run after practice. Another small, but meaningful thing you two did often. He doesn't blame Hyunjin for anything at all, no. There was no way of preventing that, and who the fuck was he to make you reject food from a friend?

He just wished he could take you to get food. Watch you order your favorites and do your happy dance in his passenger's seat. It's another one of his favorite things.

"Yunho." You slowly step aside and sit on his bed, your appetite all of a sudden gone from how distant your boyfriend is being. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset."

"It's fine."

"Is it really? Because something feels off and I wanna know what I did so I can fix it."

"It's nothing, Y/N." You almost flinch at the way he calls you your name instead of his cute endearing nicknames. It throws you off guard so much that you resort to a flimsy, broken:

"Okay." It's barely above a whisper. You stand to head back out to the kitchen, quietly eating a bit of Hyunjin's extra to-go thai food before setting some aside in a tupperware for Yunho and placing it in the fridge. The rest of the night goes.. like that.

In silence. With weird tension.

You hate it.

You wish you could just fix whatever you did wrong, or that Yunho would tell you no matter how 'silly' it may sound. He's always been so good with communicating, even during small disagreements, you weren't sure why he was avoiding it this time around.

You quietly get ready for bed, brushing your teeth and flossing before changing out of your sweats and hoodie to Yunho's shirt. You pad into the room, slipping yourself deep under the sheets and pull up some vlogs on Youtube that you need to catch up on.

"Tired?" Yunho asks from his computer chair, still playing his game.

"Mhm." You look at him, hoping he'd come over to kiss you, cuddle you. Shut off the computer and lay next to you, show you any kind of affection. He doesn't budge, though. You feel your bottom lip trembling, your heart slowly cracking in various places. You have to take a breath to prevent yourself from crying, and Yunho can feel it. He can feel your gaze on him, he can tell you're seconds away from crying. So, Yunho stands and shuts off his computer. But, he starts to head out to the living room and you're on the verge of breaking down. His way of avoiding the issue and getting more upset was to shut down. Deflect.

This wasn't like Yunho at all so you knew something was wrong; something was that bothersome to him.

"Baby." You call for him softly, and he just looks at you. You can tell he's conflicted between keeping this up and dropping it entirely, but it doesn't seem to be enough. It's not enough for him to drop it because his expression doesn't change. He still seems cold, distant. Tired. Unlike the Yunho you're so, so used to seeing and having.

"I'm just tired. Go to sleep."

"Where are you going?"

"The living room."

"Let me come with you."

"Y/N. Please go to sleep. I told you nothing was wrong." You watch the way his jaw slightly ticks before brushing you off completely and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. A loud sigh escapes his lips as he treads to the couch and plops onto it, leaning his head back onto the edge. He shuts his eyes, giving himself some time to sort through his feelings because what the fuck, Jeong Yunho?

He knows this is much needed, though. He needed to step away for a second to regroup. He doesn't want to unintentionally hurt you by saying or doing things that he doesn't mean. He's tired, and he's acting like a fucking baby because he just wanted you at so many points today— yet, the universe just didn't let him have you. That wasn't your fault.

None of this was your fault.

He needed to do better. Just because he was exhausted, didn't mean he had to act this way towards you.

"Yo." Yeosang walks through the door, dropping his duffle bag to the floor as he steps out of his shoes. "You good?" He furrows his brows at the sight of Yunho just resting his head back with his eyes shut close.

"Mhm."

"Where's Y/N?"

"In the room." Odd, Yeosang thinks. It's not like you two to be separated like this. It's pretty obvious Yunho is bothered by something and that you've probably gotten into a small fight over it. Yeosang isn't one to meddle much, especially when it's not his business to. But, he is concerned seeing his roommate like this. It's probably one of the rare times he ever sees Yunho upset.

"You sure everything's okay? I'm not really used to seeing you sitting out in the living room in silence like this." Yunho lets out a tiny chuckle that's barely audible, but he finally turns to Yeosang and purses his lips.

"I guess. Just exhausted lately."

"I bet. You've been working your ass off." Yeosang looks into the fridge before stepping away with a cold water bottle and heading towards Yunho. "Y/N put some food in there for you, by the way."

"Did she?"

"Yeah. It has a little sticky note on top." Of course you did, why wouldn’t you? You always thought about Yunho no matter what.

"Fuck."

"What?"'

"I've been such a dick to her tonight."

"What'd you do?"

"It's so stupid." Yunho begins to explain how his day has just been all over the place— from work, to staying late and not being able to see you before practice, no updates until 3+ hours after practice, looking forward to a food run that didn't end up happening because of Hyunjin. All Yeosang can do is laugh a bit and shake his head.

"Dude, we all have bad days. It's inevitable. You're still adjusting so don't be so hard on yourself. It's hard going from a routine you were so used to, especially with Y/N. Then, having to switch it up and play tetris with your time. It's not easy. But also, I'm sure Y/N has been feeling the same way. She's just doing what she can to support you first and foremost. She'd never hurt you intentionally, and I know she'd always choose you in the end." Yunho's head drops as he leans onto his knees and sighs again.

"Fuck, you're right. I don't know why today was so difficult. I guess it all piled on for me and I didn't know how to sort through it."

"All good. Shit happens." Yeosang shrugs. "Anyway. I'm gonna head to bed. You should probably do the same. I know she's probably waiting for you."

"Thanks." Yeo gives him a little dap before he's off to get comfy and end his day. Yunho stays on the couch for a few more minutes before he brushes his teeth and washes up for bed. He stands in the bathroom for a few more seconds before gaining the courage to finally talk to you about everything that's been going on today. When he walks in, you're still bundled under the sheets, but your phone is against the wall and a video is playing. He can hear you sniffling through the video though, and he knows you've been crying.

God dammit, Yunho.

"Baby?" You hear Yunho softly call your name as he slips into bed and wraps his arms around you.

"Mhm?" You respond, still facing away from him.

"Can we talk?" You sigh and exit the video, locking your phone before turning towards Yunho and setting your phone onto the table.

"Don't force yourself if you aren't ready to."

"I am, and I'm sorry." He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes and it instantly feels like you have your loving, incredibly sweet and attentive boyfriend back.

"What happened?"

"I don't really know. To be honest, I don't have that great of an explanation. I was just tired and I was really looking forward to seeing you before practice. I couldn't see you then because of work, so I was even more excited to see you after practice and to go on our run together. But, you came later and the whole thing with Hyunjin—" He pauses and shakes his head. "It was so stupid and childish of me. I didn't need to act that way, and I'm so sorry I was such a dick to you over that." You cup his cheek and caress the surface with your thumb.

"You should've just told me, babe."

"It's so dumb, though?" He furrows his brows, mainly at himself.

"Nothing is dumb. Whatever hurts you, hurts me. We're in this together, remember? We're on the same team. I just need you to communicate and be honest, like you always tell me. Okay? I'll do anything to fix it and make it better. I'm your safe space like you are mine."

"I know." He leans into your touch before placing a soft kiss to your palm. "I'll do better."

"We have our bad days and that's okay. It won't make me love you any less. Tell me if you need space or if you need anything from me. I want you to be happy and comfortable."

"I know."

"Okay. And I'm sorry about the food run. I promise I'll keep my end of it next time."

"Wasn't your fault, baby. Nothing could have prevented that." You give him a tiny, toothless smile before kissing the tip of his nose.

"Are we okay?" He nods.

"I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” He repeats before leaning in to peck you on the lips. He holds the kiss before parting and looking you in the eye, brushing the hair away from your face. He dips in for another kiss— this time, it's deeper. More passionate. His hand comes down to the small of your back as he presses against you, slipping his tongue in to fight for dominance against yours. The kiss is so full of love and neediness, but there's no push or pressure to make anything out of it.

So, Yunho continues to kiss you. Pushing up against you ever so slightly while parting from your lips to leave a trail across your jaw.

Your chin.

Your neck.

Back up to your lips.

He loves the way you softly sigh in content, listening to him repeatedly whisper 'I love you' against your lips. Into your neck. Across your jaw. He loves the way you gently bite onto his bottom lip as a way of asking for more. He loves the way your fingers tug on the ends of his hair, the way you press your lips against his cheek, forehead, nose. The way you caress his cheeks and never let him go.

It's amongst the many on his list of favorite things.

He continues to coo you and praise you in between kisses throughout the night, smiling while hearing your giggles and smothering you with more kisses until you find yourself getting sleepy. He holds you close and sings a soft lullaby, playing with your hair as you drift off to sleep with the cutest smile on your face. He can’t help but admire you, fighting the exhaustion that’s been hitting him all week for a little longer. He fights it until he can’t anymore but fuck it, it’s all worth it.

Because sitting at the very top of his favorites list is you.

⇢ permanent taglist: @asjkdk @bintificreads @interweab @svintsandghosts @cheolliehugs

[pupslimes]

piss anon im SO SORRY! i lost your fucking ask. you know who you are. this is gonna be two chapters to make up for that and for making you wait for a while. for the rest of you the prompt was charlie pisses himself on stream on accident and you try to help

if you can't give that piss fic on ao3 about your roommate a second kudos, just manifest it instead

Charlie screamed at the computer again. You sighed fondly, rolling your eyes. When you moved in with him, he'd warned you he was a loud streamer, and you supposed you'd probably hate it by now if you hadn't fallen in love with him. Oops? He streamed a lot, especially recently, and you often found yourself giggling at the anguished cries making their way out of his bedroom. You might enjoy it just a little too much…

You weren't completely heartless, though. You made sure the guy was fed and watered, often bringing him in snacks and drinks, occasionally forcing them on him. While you got cut out of videos on the main channel, mostly for consistency's sake and your own personal comfort at being known by such a wide audience, you were very popular among the group of subscribers who watched Charlie’s lives. Known only as Roommate to the general public, you were the person who was entrusted with their favorite streamer, a reassurance that he was taking care of himself. Or at least, being taken care of.

Of course, the Twitter slimers were insane about you. There were some jokes that other streamers needed their own built in Roommate, but most of them actually theorized you were Charlie's partner, which always sent a flutter through your gut. The two had come together to form a… particular fanfiction troupe as well, wherein, typically Charlie, occasionally others, had what was basically a servant to satisfy their every whim and need. Roommate fed them, did their laundry, cleaned the apartment, and any other chore that could possibly turned into something of subservience. Of course, there was also the sexual aspect. Roommate was basically a sexual slave, there to fulfill their every urge. A lot of them got very intense very quickly as well, with kinks that were maybe a little too hardcore for even you. However, you couldn't lie and say you hadn't read them all. Multiple times. And enjoyed them, savoring in them, even. Alone, in the dark of your room, sometimes doing unspeakable things. A guy can dream right?

Shaking yourself lightly, you found yourself wandering to the kitchen to prepare today's snack. You filled the electric kettle at the sink, flipping it on, effectively drowning out most of the sounds of Charlie's aggressivley loud voice echoing through the apartment. The occasional deep yell still made it through the sound barrier, and it made you jump slightly as you cut up vegetables. Contrary to popular belief, you and Charlie both actually ate pretty healthy. He had always expressed an urge to start working out more, getting stronger, but the two of you already hit the gym a few times a week, and kept on a pretty solid diet. Charlie, in particular, seemed to really enjoy his hyperspecific meals that he consistently consumed with little variability. It was part of the reason you had begun bringing him snacks in the first place, in an attempt to spice up whatever was going on in his diet. Speaking of…

You turned to the fridge, pulling out the leftover dumplings from your dinner last night. You dumped them onto the plate, popping it into the microwave before turning back to chopping the veggies. Charlie had ordered an incredibly basic terriyaki chicken with steamed vegetables when you had ordered from the Asian place up the street, making you sigh heavily and pinch the bridge of your nose, despite the fact that he basically did this so often the whole neighborhood knew to bring out the basic ingredients when he walked up to the door. You had a much more adventerous palatte, and the dumplings were the plainest of the things you had ordered, and Charlie had still made a face when the soup gushed out of the first one you took a bite of. You snorted at the memory, a ghost of a blush dusting your cheeks. You caught your own eyes in the window, making a face at the dopey look in your eyes. You stuck your tongue out at yourself before turning back to your task at hand.

Once the dumplings were steaming, you tugged the plate out, scraping the veggies from the cutting board to the plate. You grabbed a Dr. Pepper from the fridge and hip checked it closed, before strolling to the door of Charlie's bedroom, the screaming from inside getting louder. Tucking the soda under your chin briefly, you quietly twisted the knob, before listening in to make sure you timed it right. When you heard Charlie start talking directly to the chat again rather than to the game he's playing, you braced yourself, taking several steps back. You lifted your foot, aimed, and slammed it into the door.

The resounding thud against the wall shook the entire apartment, and was only matched in decibel level by Charlie's shriek. He jumped so high the gaming chair slipped out from underneath him, and he landed directly on his ass. He mostly left the viewfinder, just his head remaining in frame, shocked expression obvious on his face. You couldn't see the chat from where you were standing, and you knew they couldn't see you, as Charlie faced the camera away from the door for your privacy reasons, but you knew they were spamming it right now by the sheer speed of the graphics running across the screen. You giggled, before striding into frame.

"Lunch, dear!" You cooed down at him gently. At the sight of you, Charlie's eyes widened, and his face flushed. Cocking your head at him, you set down the plate and the drink, before holding out a hand to him. He blinked at you a couple times, before he reached up to grab it. He didn't let you pull him up totally, keeping his knees bent, scrambling for his chair behind him. Your confusion only heightened, but you knew better than to ask while he was live, instead choosing to play into the bit that he was scared of you, giggling maniacally. Cheeks still beyond flushed, he panted slightly, obviously attempting to recover as quickly as possible. To give him more time, you leaned over, directly into the viewfinder of the camera, taking up the whole screen with your face. "Hello, chat. Fancy seeing you here," You waited for the replies to roll in before continuing. "Anyways, today, I've brought Charlie some of the soup dumplings I ate last night. As you all know, Charlie doesn't like a lot of foods that have more than a total of five ingredients," An indignant choking sound came from behind you, but you pressed on. "But, he's not going to be a terrible person and turn down the snack his devoted roommate brought him in front of…" you glanced at the watching number. "…nearly 1200 people, are you Char?" You twisted your head back to look at him, features immediately softenening with concern. You didn't even need to say anything , he had gotten so good at silent communication with you. He nodded slightly, while responding to the question like there wasn't a silent converstation happening behind your head right now. "I can't believe you're doing this to me," he groaned. Your responding giggle was partially fake, and partially real relief that he was okay. Scooting back out of view, you grabbed your chair that he kept in the room for you, rolling in it until you bumped into him, shittily mimicking explosion sounds. He let out an offended noise, before attempting to pull away from you. You slipped forward, a hand slipping into his lap to hold yourself up.

Into his lap… which was damp? You yanked your hand away from him, holding them both up in surrender. "Woah there bud! At least take me to dinner first! Oh wait, you won't!! Because you never want to eat dinner with me because all you want is your ten millionth peanut butter sandwhich!" While he spluttered and stammered in false indignance, you took the chance to glance down at his lap as quickly as possible, praying that the viewers weren't going to clip it. You became much more worried for Charlie specifically, as it appeared that your eyes were not deceiving you. There was a wet patch in the center of his cargo shorts. It wasn't incredibly large, but it was definitely enough to be visible on camera, and conspicuously placed in a spot that would be incredibly obvious as to what happened when anyone saw it. Did you… make him piss himself? What the fuck?

It was obvious he didn't know what to do with himself anymore. You didn't particularly know what to do either. What do you do when your grown man best friend who you're secretly in love with pisses himself live on camera in front of 1200 people?

[missmarveledsblog]

I gotcha cap (Steve Rogers x reader) part three

Summary: He needs to make it right but she isnt letting him even near her so he get help off of their friends .

warning : slight angst , fluffy , goofy , idiots in love , mutual pinning

previous part

the blinding sun that had instantly regretted not closing the blind before she hit went to bed. not knowing what hurt more was it her head that thump and felt like it was gonna explode . was it her pride on being stood up on her not date date . she may of snuck out of the room once was sure he was gone . headed to the living room , importantly using her ability to burn the lock off of the liquor cabinet. She didn't stay undetected for too long for Tony to come see what she was doing and then an hour later Natasha was joining them . Now she was sure her blood was more alcohol than it was actually blood, stumbling from her bed . Pulling the shades on her eyes she dragged herself from the bed , stumbling down the hall to the dinning room to see both Natasha and Tony in the same state as she was .

“ You're a bad influence” the billionaire groaned his head laying on the table .

“ I did not influence you , you asked me to pour you a glass” she yawned sitting down ignoring a certain pair of blue eyes looking at her .

“ yeah cause your were sad anyways let not do it again” he couldn't even look at her it was too much of an effort.

I guess it laps today, your new recruit huh ?” clint nudged Natasha making her growl at the man but then nod .

“ whos the new recruit “ she asked looking up finally a slight catching of steve glance forcing herself to look at nat.

“ that jessica chick right?” sam spoke up .

“ yeah i think and some drills too once i can just observe” nat gave a sneaky smirk.

“ well good luck .. i'm not so hungry “ she stood, taking a cup of coffee and rushing out of the room.

“ y/n hey wait please” steve called rushing after her.

“ just leave me alone steve , my head hurts and I think i might throw up so lets just pretend nothing happened ok … please” she sighed.

“ but i didn't mean to stand you up i would of never of did that , she turned off my phone and kept telling me i still had time even showed me hers so i trusted her word and now i fucked up honestly of all people to let down and hurt you are not even close to being one of them” .

“ you did though , you made me look like such an idiot , you made me think … look it doesn't matter, maybe in time we can be friends but can you just let me breathe to do so?” she almost pleaded.

“ i wanna make it up to you please give me a second chance , please all im asking “

“ no i don't think we should ” .

she spent the day staring at the computer , trying to work in the lab with the bright lights was a bad idea now she was in her office , the lights dimmed and although the hangover was dimming and some of nats “drills” training made her mood a lot better. the petty side of her enjoy the soft torture of the bitchy agent and it sure wiped the sneering smile off ofhier face . now what she didn’t expect was the widow coming to the office hours later pulling her out of the room and dressing her up , not saying a word the whole time other than “stop whining “ or “ no feeling sorry for yourself “. probably a girl dinner night or something to cheer her up . begrudgingly she just followed even in the car , they talked about everything but the friendly hostage situation til they pulled up to well nothing .

“ you planning on killing me because joke on you it mean i wont have to do my reports “ she smirked.

“ no im doing this because I love you and you need to be happy and Tony's liver would be grateful” the widow kissed her cheek and led her to a footpath . “ now its down here straight ahead” .

“ ok this is only fueling my fear of you trying to kill me romanoff , hey in a wooded area where i could leave all this evidence and you know …. nat ? “ she turned to see the widow gone completely. "So I am gonna die “ she groaned. ok so now she was maybe more curious just following the footpath til she noticed red. that had her on alert , into action as she stop her feet lighter moving , eyes darting around to access any threat. now she was slightly afraid the bew recruit was gonna be at the end of this footpath and she was gonna be an accessory to murder.

“ oh thank god “ the breath of relief as she notice it wasnt blood but petal followed by more til the whole footpath was covered in these red petals .

the whole thing only made sense once she reached the clearing and now maybe she would be the one to hide a few bodies now .

There he stood in the clearing around the man where lights wrapped around the beauty of nature . a picnic table in the center with the same lights wrapped around the legs , her favourite flowers in the center. She wanted to hide how impressed she was. For a moment it wouldn't seem possible til she straightened herself up , crossing her arms trying not to smile or give anything away . including how good the man looked before her, the white dress shirt and black pants combo making him look like he stepped out of some steamy romance novel , the way the material of his clothes clung to the muscle she's found herself literally drooling over.

“ Please sit down?” pleading tone as she rolled her eyes and stepped more into the clearing saw the scorched mark still prominent in the ground. it was first time she had shown them her abilities , the one she had to hide all her life in persecution .

“ What is all this?”.

“ I wanted to make it up to you .. with nat's help of course … please just one chance” he came closer .

“ You seem to making a lot of effort for a not date” she mused while looking around .

“ well let this actual date make up for it” .

“ is this because of the not drunk confession because a pity date isn't necessary” she huffed wondering how her week took such a nose dive.

it's not a pity date its an actual i like you too date and dont wanna screw up “

“ touch of kidnapping” she nodded, not hiding the smirk on her lips .

“ with a touch of kidnapping, “ he laughed.

“ Fine I yield mainly because i'm hungry and I thought nat was feeding me “ she watched him pulling out the basket pulling out the canister and the tupperware .

“ ok food might be cold “ he winced, opening the tubs and putting the contents on a plate .

“ i got it “ she rolled her eyes over the plates for a couple of seconds as steam began to bellow . “ it help when i was younger” she shrugged easily, handing him back one .

“ ok so canister has coffee or we have wine” .

“ coffee i don't think i could look at alcohol for a good while “ she laughed flashback of her and tony drinking games . “ So why here?” .

“ honestly it was the first place we got to see you for you , like the real you” her breath caught in her throat at his admission . “ you were so scared and so nervous but then you opened up , i always wondered why , why you were so scared”.

“ because i was taught to be , because the world taught me to be.. i mean unless you're an avenger or some high profiled hero , mutants or enhanced whatever you're side of that fence is, well it not something to celebrate it was and still is something people find to fear and with fear comes hate” she smiled sadly. “ my dad as crazy as he was , well he wasn't all wrong , we lived in chicago for a little until i thought my friend would accept me so i showed her what i could do and then that evening we had people yelling outside our home for the mutants to leave i was four when i learn what hate was truly and very real so when we moved to new york , my mom was chased down, hunted down and my dad began training soldiers for doomsday”.

“ that's why it took you so long to tell us you were enhanced” he asked not even noticing he grabbed her hand , the subconscious need to comfort the woman in front of him .

“ i know it's stupid to think giving wanda and pietro” she laughed. “ but yeah i think that fear or rejection was still there except tony stark lit up like a christmas tree at the sight” .

“ wheres your dad now? maybe you could show him its not like that now right”.

“ hes on the raft steve its still like that for him , i ran away i was maybe fourteen i didnt wanna live my life in fear and not live it at all “ she smiled sadly . “ great first kidnapping date content right here” she snorted .

“ we can talk about something else if you want,” he squeezed her hand .

“ no i mean i come to terms with it all , but i am curious why you didn't ask for me help?” .

“ honestly because you make me nervous , like when i talk to you suddenly i'm that small fry from brooklyn who couldn't look a dame in the eye and i mean you come into our lives with this air about you , this funny yet caring nature , you work hard to make sure everything run smoothly and you only one who can truly handle tony “ he smiled brightly.

“ pepper asked me for tips. Well, praise from the america's golden boy is nice. I must admit , I've learned to just be myself” her cheeks flushed.

“ also doesn't help that your most beautiful woman i've come across either, you must think i'm a dummy when i take to you because you make my brain short circuit by just smiling i mean the words just mix and melt together “ a braveness taking over like he couldn't stop, all the feelings that he held in for so long falling out of his mouth before he could stop .

“ you dont seem to have a problem with words now ? “ she giggled even freezing at the sound like was that her ?.

“well i guess i need to let it out now hopefully it will get you to forgive me, i only trained that agent hoping i could help and get over my nervousness because i was going to work up the courage to tell you how i really felt so i stupidly thought i could work through them by getting the blood pumping i didn't see the scheming part i guess i need lesson in people “ he grimaced .

“ Well I mean the food and coffee is working on the forgiveness so it this get up “ she mused hinting at his outfit making his cheeks flush . “ stand me up again date or not I will roast you up and serve you on that shield of , tony liver can't take it … apparently” she warned playfully .

“ well that wont happen and if i may say you look absolutely stunning “ he kissed her knuckles getting braver .

“ flattery will get you everywhere mr rogers but you can thank nat for this she literally dressed and dragged me here , im less mad at her for it “ .

She wasn't lying when she said that she was less pissed at him , conversation carried on more and more . she shared a little bit more of her childhood , the little handful of happy memories ,while he shared some of his from his childhood, a vast and different time . She couldn't help laughing thinking back to the hijinks that he and Bucky got up in that timezone . She asked him questions , getting to know the man behind the shield . Each minute , each hour passing by it was easier to get over that anger she felt but it also meant that he was getting braver , more flirty in his tone . Even when they finished their food he hit his phone as the speaker came to life . The blue jazz sound echoed in the woods . making the man stand before her holding his hand out that her . enjoying how perfect her hand fit in his , how his hand dwarfed hers . standing the crinkle of the foliage under their feet , his other hand on her hip pulling her closer. the swell of pride at her breath hitched at the bold movement . the sway of bodies to the rhythm and getting lost in the love story the song sang out. eyes locked pouring every unsaid emotion . he held her close in away that he was afraid to let her go, everything hes dreamed of was happening in real time. the first time he'd truly felt peace in the stormy war that was his life . the fist time it was serene that he could fully completely savour and enjoy the moment. his eye darted to her lips only to catch her doing the same, her tongue swiping the pillow plump soft lips . two leaning closer and closer til their foreheads pressed. a surge of bravery one he never felt before taking his hand off her hip and leading to cup her cheek , tilting her face up more before he leaned down .

At first it took her brain a second to recognise , to make the connection that captain Steven Grant Rogers was kissing her. not wasting another second she finally kissed the man back for the first time in a long time. It made sense . all the cliches from every romance book , rom com in existence, that foot popping , fire works going off kiss. seeing the sun rise and set for the first time kind of kiss. One that only starred in her dream and stopped when her alarm would go off. Everything felt electric in that one kiss , like nerves came alive ones she didn't even know she had . pulling back both needing air and yet he couldn't stop kissing her , pecking her lips in between breaths already addicted to her lip , to her taste .

“ god you don't know how long i wanted to do that “ he chuckled breathlessly, his forehead pressing against hers.

“ Don't worry I gotcha Cap “ she smirked pressing her lips to his once more

[yayasvalveplay]

IM ON A ROLL BABYYYY I FINALLY GOT MY SHIT FOR MY SHOCKBLURR BABY PROPERLY WRITTEN AYYYY

Anyways—

Meet Neuralous! One of Shockwave's many children; not only with prestigous intelligence but with a love for Gothic paints and neolights.

Neurolous's identifies as non-binary/genderfluid. They GOT ALL THE PRONOUNS BABY AND SHE IS GONNA USE THEM. SO IF ITS A LITTLE WEIRD THAT SOME PARAGRAPH HAVE DIFFERENT PRONOUNS, ITS INTENTIONAL BECAUSE HE USES ALL OF THEM, but yall can use any pronouns for Neuralous even if it's just one let me know if the writing makes like ZERO SENSE 😭

Neuralous or Void/Noir/Neura as theyre nicknamed by family (to that one anon who said the names, I love your brain so im making them my baby's nicknames ❤️) is a rather standoffish competitive person.

Considering their sire is Shockwave, it shouldn't be surprising.

Growing up, they were taught under Shockwave. Becoming very specialized in coding and neural networking/systems. Since then they have worked under their Sire in the Decepticon Internal Intelligence Division or D.I.I.D as a code breaker and developer ranging from weapons to security.

Void is just as confident in their work just as they are with their looks. Taking great pride with it that, filing/sharpening her claws or doing her optic liner-while her other servo is typing away at super computers in the lab. Occasionally getting caught and reprimanded by Shockwave more than once. Some mechs calling Neuralous a Shockwave Jr with just how focused he gets into his work that when he speaks, his speech will speed up on a topic he's genuinely interested in.

Like his carrier, who he used to spend lots of time, cuddling with his Carrier as Neuralous babbled about coding games on his datapad. Blurr, the only one who can keep Neuralous grounded and humble so his pride doesn't do him in.

Memories including when a baby Neura took advantage of stretchy limbs, mischievous as a cat— sticking their glossa out to a whimpering siblings who couldn't reach for the toy Neura had in her arms that she wanted all for herself. Only to get a stern talking to by her Carrier; nearly bringing her to tears from the sudden guilt. Her carrier wiping them away before showing her how to share with her siblings, tiredly yet so gently rubbing her 'horns' as Neura used to call them. Carrier smiling softly.

Depsite her intelligence and role; she does tend to be a bit of a gossip due to boredom at their desk.which makes other bots tend to undermine her abilities to keep conversations subtle. So Neuralous isn't equipped to become an agent like her parents.

However their expertise has... grown since then, ever since a mech dubbed Trepan had been accepted into the department, supposedly an acquaintance to the second head of the department, Pharma... Things have been happening. A co-worker or two has left, with Trepan scoffing that they couldn't take the pressure as optics aimed at Neuralous

Trepan had asked then more than once in the past if they would be interest in expanding their horizon and put their focus on the neural system of cybertronian anatomy. Trepan had handed them a data of neurosurgery with a sharp smile. The data pad felt so heavy in their servo as they took it, stocking away Trepan's obvious flowery words of tutelage in their processor before leaving.

Neuralous would consider this.

Since then... Neuralous has been... rather strange. Other than moving out into a pent house, claiming that they have a second job now, even a passion project... they have been rather... secretive with the location and what not... telling half truths and lies that the family has been having trouble decoding.

Which is saying ALOT because this is NEURALOUS. She always couldn't help but tell anyone especially her family what's up. Yet; no matter how hard they pry, Neuralous isn't budging, infact the bot pulls away even more when they try to confront her.

Today; Neuralous had just got off from her work from her Sire. Leaving and promptly bidding farewell to her Sire's office before he could say anything... today she was going to purchase some personal items. When her blue optic twitched as she got a message. It was from her... colleague she had met lately they have just finished the formula for their batch.

Until the message was cut off by a call— it was one of their many siblings, from what Neuralous could remember, it was one of their sisters. Nimbus. Neuralous felt their lips curl down as they answered.

"Hello, Nimbus."

They hummed, walking past the shopping center.

"Sorry, Nimbus— the project were working on needed to be extended, my coding got more complicated."

Neuralous's sharp heeled pedes clicked as they went through an alleyway, their paintjob blending them into the darkness before they emerged into lower stairs. The sound of voices from bots getting closer; Neuralous entered into a busy street, worn down vendors and what not. The street was crowded like a pack of tightly knitted soldiers off to battle.

Neaurlous continued until she was at the side as she waited for the crowd to disburse she she can head through, everyone was tired and worn down, the meek lighting barely glaring above them, they pinched between their red optics, blue optic closing as they sighed.

"Look, Nimbus. I'm sorry that I haven't been visiting, I forgot genuinely... you know I've been working overtime... I don't need to? I know—look—Tell Carrier that I'm doing this with my colleague so it's not like I can just back off."

Neuralous checked one of his claws, as he listened to his sister.

With a soft smile on their painted lips, a rare softness... a vulnerability. Faint guilt in their spark.

"I'll do what I can to make it up to Carrier when I get back, I promise... I swear I'll make it up to you too for dealing with my flashy drama... I'll even let him and you do my make up with whatever you guys want! A spa day if you will... Thanks Nimby, I'll talk later. Take care, Bye. "

Neuralous frowned. It was already hard enough to not talk about what they have learned. But to this extent? To their family? They've even been forgetting to visit to take the worries off of their back. Oh how they wished to have either of their parents' ability to keep long term secrets.

He hung up, excusing himself through the crowd, some of them were clear flight frames or warframes. But Neuralous was especially careful for the small grounder frames, their sharp edges could hit one of them straight in the helm even! And Neuralous got their height from a bit of Sire, "Sorry, sorry! Excuse me, I'm just squeeze right through, yeah–" he hissed, scrap— it was difficult with small bots around him, he even nearly crashed into a small bot. A blue opticed bot.

They walked away, as they finally took a breathe to cool down their heating systems... the things they did to get to the safe house was annoying at most. They rubbed their helm as they unlocked and opened the door. Looking around before closing it, Neuralous turned to the mirror they installed. They cleaned themselves up before entering deeper into the safe house— past vials and tubs of chemicals and liquids, past computers, past tubes of fertilizer and dirt.

Making sure the extra room that kept their favorite things locked and tight, adjusting the temperature to keep things moist in there. Where their colleague was in.

She went to her lab. It was time for work.

Later on when it was time to stop. She would unfortunately realize the orange paint chaffed onto her legs. She will look back in her memories, the network pulling information. Ah... she focused too much again.

AJDJFH LET ME KNOW IF THIS MAKES SENSE SOMEHOW ANDJFH FOR THIS GOTHIC DUMBASS

OH OHOHOHOHHO. MION. MION I AM GOING SO FERAL OVER THIS AHHHHHHHH.

BUT ALSO THIS BEING THE THING WHERE THEY BUMP INTO WHEELIE, NOT EVEN REALIZING THAT HE IS STARING AT HER WITH MURDEROUS INTENT.

There is a good chance Wheelie would of followed him, just to see if this was Blurrs place. Or just follow them to get a sense of their routine.

One of those days they'll run him right into Shockwave, and Shockwave will show him where his Carrier is.

Though he has to jugle this, with his gladiator duties, and seeing the two hot and mysterious mech and fem.

but I guess parallel since they are both hiding stuff from the people that they love.

[dirtybitfic]

so wrong yet so right part 2

contains~ strong language, fight during lecture, punishment , dirty talk , slight touching.

y/n pov-

I woke up this morning exhausted i've been working on this god damn story for class the entire weekend . I couldn't figure out a feeling to portray in my writing , Saturday I spent sitting in my bed thinking about Professor sturniolo then I went out with friends got shit face drunk to try and distract myself from my thoughts then woke up on Sunday with a pounding head ache and spent most of my day rotting in bed . Sunday night it finally clicked what feeling to portray would be and that was confusion. Confusion with the way i'm feeling about my professor . Given I couldn't write my story about my thoughts about him because we're sharing these ones with the class too .

I grabbed all my shit for class and made my 8 minute drive to campus blasting desire by meg Myers.

After parking I made my way into the building and into the lecture hall. Walking into the quiet room joining the other early students deciding to sit closer to the front not because really want to but I feel its best after my conversation with professor sturniolo last week .

I sit down in the fifth row and take out my computer and the printed pages to my story for today .

As i'm reading something a friend texted me the rest of the students enter the lecture hall and take their seats and professor sturniolo comes in ... my jaw almost drops . He's wearing a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off the tattoos he has on one arm and the veins that run from his large hands to his elbows the top two buttons open showing his chain . His black pants fitting perfectly around his slim waist and his black shoes looking clean and sleek ... but the rings I notice on his fingers make me think things I shouldn't .

I follow his every move with my eyes as he walks to the front of the class to his desk setting his bad down and looking up at all of us seated around the room.

Good evening everyone I hope you all had a good weekend . Lets get started with the rest of the story left from last class and then well move onto the story you've all written over the weekend.

he looks at me with a hard stare that has my breathe catching . I maintain eye contact until he breaks it to call up the first student to read their story.

after about 45 minutes we finish the stories that were left from last week and I take a quick break for the restroom then come back in as one of the students is reading their story , His feeling was jealousy .

Not gonna lie from what I heard of his story it was about an ex girlfriend who has a new boyfriend I couldn't help but laugh when his voice broke as he said something along the lines of " remember all the things you and I did first" all I couldn't hear in my head was want you back by Cher loyd .

his eyes snapped up to me and I froze in my seat .

are you laughing at my story he asks as he angrily looks at me

I guess I didn't laugh under my breathe like I thought I did .

yeah sorry ... I mean where did you get these line Cher loyd I say as I look at him with a smile on my face .

girls behind me laughed knowing what im talking about .

your a fucking bitch you think your better than me

I gasp making him think I was offended by his words before a smirk appeared on my face .

no I just think its embarrassing you wrote a dramatic fucking story about an ex girlfriend who has obviously moves on from you

he throws his papers on the ground storming up to where i'm seated but before he can reach me professor sturniolo interrupts .

James your excused from the rest of class you need to calm down... he snaps his eyes to me and my smile drops as his eyes pierce through me so harshly I feel it in my Bones . And ms y/l/n I don't know what has gotten into you today but you'll be staying after class to talk am I understood ?.

I roll my eyes and nod my head .

I asked you a question ms y/l/n he says making me look back up at him .

I narrow my eyes before answering him.

yes sir

good and since you want to shit on other peoples story how about we hear yours I obviously upset him with my outburst which in hind site I probably shouldn't have said that to James but i'm not sorry about it .

sure I say with an attitude as I garb my story and step up in front of the class and stand at the podium getting my pages situated .

whenever your ready he says making me sigh before I start reading

I stand In the garden as my mind runs wild with the memories of my interactions with mr braves earlier this evening. The breeze is blowing through the tress that surround me as the sweet smell of summer rain invades my nose. I cant get the feeling of his hand on my shoulder out of my head . His touch felt like lava burning through my skin touching my soul . His words like honey as he calls me things that he shouldn't , things that make me feel what others would deem immoral in society . The way mr braves is older than me should throw me off but it only makes my attraction to him stronger , I could go for any guy my age wether its at the bars Saturday night or in the coffee shop but ... the only man that occupies my mind is mr braves. Ive tried everything I can to get him out of my mind but my methods only seem to make it worse . As these weeks have gone by the connection has grown stronger , I tried distancing myself from spaces I know he occupies on a regular bases like this garden i'm standing in right now but I just cant seem to stay away for too long . I see the way he looks at me when I sit only a few feet away from him and I know he is feeling the same but we both know this relationship can never be . So why do I want him so bad , why does he invade my every thought .The rain starts pouring down on me as I tilt my head back to let the rain fall upon my face as I wish it would just wash away my sinful thoughts and feeling for this man I know I cant have but all i'm left with on my run home is confusion .

I finish reading as I look up at the other students in the class who seem to have been interested in my story as the nod at me . I look over to Professor Sturniolo as he looks at me with a expression I cant seem to place .

That was very well written y/n I could understand throughout the whole story that your feeling was confusion . Your vocabulary you used throughout set the scene of the garden and the time period it could have been set in. I think you did a great job at keeping the reader interested as well good gob

thank you I say with a small smile before grabbing my pages and sitting back down at my seat

After a couple more stories class was over and the students packed up and left leaving me and Professor Sturniolo in the room.

He leans back on his desk closing his arms over his chest as he looks at me sternly .

now would you like to explain what the fuck your little outburst was about he says tilting his head as I mirror his actions .

I don't know guess I was just feeling a little ... on edge

mmm well I thought after our last conversation you would know to behave yourself but I guess I was wrong

yeah guess so I bite back not enjoying him scolding me .

y/n ... he says as he takes a deep breathe to calm himself . fix your attitude before I fix it for you

I gulp as I try and keep my thighs from clenching not trying to show any reaction to his threat

oh yeah and how would you do that I ask which a smile seeing how much I can test him before he breaks.

he smiles and shakes his head as he looks down before he brings his eyes up to me .

trust me sweetheart you wouldn't like my methods ... now lets talk about your story a bit. Was that based off real life or did you makes it up

I look down at the ground as my face gets red .

it... I made it up

mmm okay he says as he walks over to me .

he stands in front of me and I look up at him as I swallow thickly trying to keep my composure .

he smirks down at me as he walks around the back of my chair and he places his hand on my shoulder . I sigh softly as I feel heat build in between my thighs from his touch.

he leans down and I feel his breathe on my neck and ear causing me to shiver.

does my touch feel like lava y/n he whispers in my ear causing me to let a small whimper out .

I - n-no I try and lie but my stuttering gives away my true feelings.

he chuckles before his hand slithers over my shoulder to my neck and he squeezes softly and I cant help the moan that slips out .

yeah ... I think you wrote that story thinking about me didn't you

I swallow against his hand as I shake my head but we both know he's right.

try to deny it all you want but you and I both know ... im your mr braves

I sigh expecting the fact I cant hide it.

even if your right you my presser its not right

isn't that just so upsetting he sighs as he takes his hand off me .

I drop my head looking at the desk not wanting to meet his eyes as he walks back in front of me .

now next class are you gonna be my good girl ... his hand moves to my thigh and I look up at him with widened eyes in shock of what he's doing. or are you gonna act like brat again

I- ill be good

no... I wanna hear you say you'll be my good girl he says as he squeezes my inner thigh making me whine and drop my head back .

ill be your good girl I breathe out as his hand moves dangerously close to my heat.

good girl now go home and start a new story ... maybe write it about mr.braves he says with a knowing smirk .

I sigh when his hands leaves my thigh and he makes his way back to his desk packing up his stuff .

I grab my stuff and makes my way out of the room but stop when he calls my name.

oh and y/n

yes

make sure to throw in some degrading and bondage in your next story I hear mr braves is more of the dominant type

my jaw drops as my pussy flutters . he smirks at me as he makes his way to the other door at the bottom of the room

I quickly exit as my thoughts run wild . He quite literally just referred to himself as mr braves and told me something he definitely shouldn't have but Jesus Christ does knowing that information drive me wild.

I race home and immediately got too writing my next story and after finishing my 6 page story felt with the most horny story I think i've ever written I send it to him and close my laptop.

I hop in the shower then get ready for bed when my phone rings as I got to turn off my bed side lamp .

it's an unknown number but I decide to pick it up .

hello ?

Hello ms y/l/n

its him ... how the fuck did he get my number

professor sturniolo... how did you get my number?

We have your emails and numbers on a sheet when your in our classes

oh... well what can I do for you

you can get in your car and drive to the address I just sent you

w-what are you... its 2 am right now

y/n ... you better be in your fucking car in the next 5 minutes or you'll stay after for the next 6 classes

what - why i'm in bed in my pajamas right now you think I can get ready in 5 minutes I say frantically freaking out .

I don't care what you look like all I know is that if I don't see your car pull up in the next 30 minutes I will be angry... you don't want to make me angry do you

n-no sir

good then get your ass out of bed and start driving here

then he hangs up leaving me confused and intrigued .

I know if I get in the car there will be no going back from anything that happens tonight… but I want it more than anything .

As my keys turn and the engine roars a smile breaks upon my face …

Professor sturniolo here I come

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