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fish want me women dont
#k#my art#drew dis to keep me focused while my friend was talking to me#he carries the conversation of āI saw the TV glowā#it was so stream of consciousness#cuz referencing something was taking up too much brainpower so i switched to free stylin#i forgot i could do that LOL#and in fact do it so often wtf....#cant believe ppl can draw without a reference#including me#serval#dusty#my ocs#my oc#oc art#artists on tumblr#cat#cat art#cat illustration#clip studio paint
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how do u draw so much so fast
well,
#the short answer is autism and ritalin. btw#the long answer is: i wake up anywhere between 730-0900. i draw. if i have work when i come back i go and i draw.#i go to bed anywhere between 0100 and 0230. i wake up the next day and i draw.#i dont draw fast and in fact i get distracted and/or procrastinate quite often#i just have 16 hour days! every day! i am awake for 16 hours! sometimes more depending on the general mood! [cursed emoji here]#and like! wtf do you even do at that point?? how do you fill a 16 hour day? an 110 hour week? an almost 6000 hr year?#i draw! i have been drawing *seriously* since grade 2! and i have *seriously* loved the persona series since like mid/late 2017!#for those of you keeping score at home; i am 19! 2017 was grade 7 for me! ive loved this series for almost a full third of my life!#[continued emotional rant cut for length] but this is my community and my arts been the way i interact with this community since#(looks at my blog archive) 2019 when i posted my first persona art! please dont look at any of that now tho lmao!#so i guess. if the long answer needs to be short too then the long answer is love!!!! its always been love!!!! AND ALSO STILL RITALIN!!!!!!#asks & requests#personal
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//zeus week day 5 - power
go get 'em, skull dragon.
#not mcl#wizardess heart#mia draws#zeus week 2023#remember this from the day class vs night class spin off? i do.#mf summons a yugioh card and expects me to NOT want to draw this. like wtf#i don't draw creatures often but this was too cool of a concept#fun fact i actually had a sketch of this w/ a similar composition from a loooooooooooooong time ago#so this is a drawing i've been wanting to do anyways. and now i have an excuse.#pov: you're the day class team and you're fucked#[jay voice] i could beat it.
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having a crush is like poison status effect whenever u have to think.
#my ocs#hello yes see i draw#I hate this so much ???????#what the fuck ??????#do u know how much effort I have to put in to not think about it. Like. Should I just kill myself at this point tbh.#and thereās people around me who are purposely trying to get a crush for like. Fun. Why.#this is psychological warfare.#though I guess their goals w crush is have one and never speak to him huh š they just want a guy to think about when bored.#This happened to me by accident š and I am. speaking to him often. I didnāt today though. hashtag winning šŖ (?)#I will get over it. I will speak to no one over midterms week and I will get so over him.#and then I will be so normal platonic about it.#this was supposed to happen in highschool I think I was supposed to get comfortable w this way earlier in life.#I donāt know I donāt care I just need to survive this at this point Jesus Christ.#and hey guess what I was just about to start gushing in this tag it snuck up on me wtf.#I do not want him. (<- affirmations)#I can never let anyone have my Tumblr or my art socials ever god imagine. Anyone seeing this.#it would suck so bad. Guys. I would have to kms.#why did I meet the most attractive and nicest and coolest guy immediately. why is this my first friend in 5 years.#sorry that is gushing huh. god this sucks so bad. I hate. having emotions.#well itās not gushing itās like objective fact people will not stop saying heās won the genetic lottery to his face.#And I get crazy 2nd hand embarrassment every time but also not wrong.#theyāre not wrong. ugh. killing myself.#guys why does every tag ramble end this way. guys. why. why am I becoming a real boy I want to be a puppet again actually.#ok. normal time 4 minutes left in movie clean bathroom then sneepy time and I will do so good not thinking about him and will sleep immedia
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It continues to trip me up how much human brains are just weird organic computers
#thoughts#oni talks#oni vents#additionally wild that the easiest ways for me to explain brain stuff are generally in computer or video game terms despite the fact Iām#notoriously awful with computers (and to a lesser extent video games) although I wonāt if my natural inclination would be different if I#didnāt have trauma related to computers/if maybe itās the classic adhd interest based learning difference? unknown tbh#I still really wanna go to school to study people but academics is fucked as hell so making that work will be a personal hell for me#but also I have so many theories and data I canāt do anything super tangible with coz Iām not in an academic setting so even if i wanted to#talk about stuff and work on it no one would take me seriously w/o that academic background no matter how much effort Iād put in learning it#on my own for my entire life at this point it wonāt matter if itās not on some level acknowledged by an academic system I despise tbh#itās one of those things that makes me miss my dad coz we used to commiserate together about these sorts of things tho he made it work far#better than I have been able to. i wish i could ask him science questions again.#anyway human brains are so fascinating but also I really wish I was better at explaining myself analysis of people I feel like Iām good#enough at this point to be like partway understood coz Iāve done so much practice on my own coz I tend to rehearse explanations ahead of tim#but its still often misunderstood or misconstrued & itās understandable a lot of the time coz like most other people arenāt spending a ton#of their free time thinking about and researching how people work/analyzing those around them+themselves vs me whose been doing since like#I dont remember the exact time but I do remember being really young & making the conscious decision to study & analyze my family for example#so that I could be helpful & translate their words to each other better + ppl often donāt see things about themselves that others do#also forever thinking about the human brain/experience in relation to the sims & video game commands lmao#currently trying to explain save states in the human brain to ppl but no one knows wtf Iām talking about#& researching academic terms that are close to what I want doesnāt necessarily work if thereās no academic term for what Iām talking about#hence wanting to do the research myself coz sometimes it feels like thereās all this stuff thatās obvious to me but no one else?? from what#Iāve seen in recent studies they are only starting to scratch the surface of stuff Iāve already known sometimes? other stuff is older & itās#VERY gratifying when itās stuff Iāve known but not been listened to about & it actually gets the proper recognition#though getting ppl to actually listen/take what I say seriously is its own journey & I have to be careful myself bc Iām human so my own#understanding/data is constantly updating + I have storage issues so finding the data I have in my brain is its own struggle sometimes#every version of me is interested in people & I think thatās neat even if other people donāt understand that concept#sometimes I feel like an alien/robot whose sole task is just to study & support humanity & itās very weird tbh
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pantsing has to be my least fave writing term ever WHY is that the popular term for "writing without an outline". it literally tells you NOTHING about what that kind of writing process entails !!! no wonder some writers and self proclaimed teachers of writing have such an obtuse take on "plotting" vs "pantsing"
#wtf does fly by the seat of your pants even mean......#to be honest i dont think Plantser would need to be a term really if people weren't being taught that pantsing was primarily#writing with No plan at all#to me 'pantsing' (discovery writing for me) is that you prioritise working with the draft as you draft it#to understand what it needs as you go. you need to be within the draft to do that#rather than working with an outline ahead of time#bc the reason i struggle with outlining beyond like. worldbuilding for genre fiction is its too bird eyes view for me#so i prefer it for editing#i think we should focus on what that entails rather than define a writing process by what it doesn't include#not to dismiss the people who are really elitist about discovery writing because they are out there#but i feel like a lot of the Generic writing advice i see#contains a lot of multitudes in regards to outlining and the different ways you can outline#but treats discovery writing as only being defined by the lack of an outline#but also just generally i think both 'sides' are often treated really shallowly by generic writing advice#because the fact there's a dichotomy takes away the complexity from both#i think people would understand outlining better if it was treated as like#why can an outline benefit someone creatively? what kind of story/writer can it benefit this way?#rather than Outline Is When You Know What Happen Going In#So You Write Book Faster (???)#also remove the idea that a draft is messy because you dont have an outline and you'll need to edit more#even when that is the case - i would rather edit than outline because editing works with my brain better than outlining ahead of a draft#i want to make a post about this but idk how to word it better than this rn or make it more organised so tag essay for now#the dallonwrites substack on this would hit though#like i know its the popular term so thats why people use it but i kind of just dont engage with any writing advice that uses pantsing#unless i know the person behind it well enough to know#they are going to treat it - and outlining - with the complexity it deserves#how many people ACTUALLY know what pantsing means
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Looking at my answers after the result, i got 2 wrong and 5 were quesses that I just happened to get right lol
Then I went to do the Finnish one out of curiosity and uh...
I expected worse from how weird many of the chosen words felt lmao (a couple I have never even heard of ??) (ļ¾Š“ļ¾ļ¼) Looking at the answers I got really lucky with 6 complete quesses and 5 that i got wrong.
I got theĀ Top 4.47% on this English Vocabulary test
#I swear my mothertongue is finnish ya'll :'D#I'm blaming the fact that since high school I've had more friends and contacts in other countries so english kinda took over#i still feel like i write english in a weird way pretty often?#or maybe i just feel like that bc the last time i had any real english lessons was in 2004 lol#i dunno but this was funny to do#the feeling of WTF DOES THIS MEAN I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD KNOW? OR SHOULD I? just by looking at words#and the longer you look at them the less sense they seem to make#i know i've also done this before but it's been long enough that i had zero memory of any of it xD
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"Love and Brat Taming"
How I imagine the LADS Men brat tame and the type of dom that they are. Artwork @/osk_purinnumee on twitter
ā¼ļø MDNI ā¼ļø This for the freak nasty mfs in my inbox ā¦ I love yāall hope you can lucid dream about this š
Zayne
Type: Edging | Voyeurism | Restraints | Temperature play??
Sweet stoic Zayne....Mr. "watch your hands" in public but completely different behind closed doors. Now let's say you decided to spend all afternoon being very handsy. He would warn you multiple times and of course you'd keep going even when he glared at you.
I feel like Zayne is definitely the type to .... watch. He would one thow-wow percent sit you on his lap with your hands tied in front of you and make you play with yourself while he watched.
What did he use to tie your hands? The tie that you kept yanking on all day in public to whisper in his ear.
"Since you can't control your hands I'll control them for you" He would watch you play and squirm on his lap and the minute he sees you're on the brink of climax he'd whisper a stern "Stop." snatching your wrists away, holding them above your head in one hand, making you whine. "Deep breaths ... there you go ... now start again"
He would do this again ... and again ... and again until you're spouting apologies and begging him to let you cum. He's not rough as a matter of fact he's so gentle it almost makes this punishment that much hotter, I mean worse.
Don't forget he's touch starved so while you're playing he's busy having his fun exploring your body stimulating every part of you. He'd go back and forth from just watching you to devouring your neck and pinching your nipples using his evol make them pebble faster and then taking them into his warm mouth.
By the time he lets you cum you're a sweaty puddle of pure bliss. He'd definitely talk you through it and end it with "next time heed when you've been warned"
Now next time he tells you to watch your hands you're torn between wanting this punishment again or wanting the sweet Zayne that gives you what you want without making you beg.
Sir?! Wtf you mean heed when I've been warned I'm acting up on your next day off fym
Rafayel
Type: Sense Deprivation | Overstimulation | Manhandling | Breeding Kink
Raf is the type of tamer who makes sure you can't walk and you're sore as hell the next day. He's merciless. He takes you how he wants you.
For example...
"Will you like me no matter what I become?" You promised. Such an innocent question. No.
You should have read the fine print because you had no idea it included the dominant powerhouse he'd become when you decided to ignore him after you went to bed mad at him and proceeded to ignore him for a full day.
"Don't play with me we don't do that we don't go to bed upset with each other because shit like this happens" He doesn't give more than half of a warning. He gives just one and that's it and its hardly a warning.
Raf doesn't get upset with you often but he's a whole different person when he does. He is definitely the type to blindfold you and tells you to be a good girl and no touching. "Keep your hands above your head"
He'd flip you back and forth between being sprawled out on your back and being flat on your stomach with a pillow tucked under your hips and much more. You're getting fucking rag dolled so hold on tight.
To start he would touch you everywhere except where you wanted most however he still would have you dripping wet and I mean dripping. I imagine once he gets you to that point he's the type to eat you out while making you explain why you decided to ignore him when you know he hates it. He'd edge you a little every time your hands strayed too close.
You would have absolutely no good reason for ignoring him for a whole day on purpose so he'd keep going snatching orgasm after orgasm from you until you're pushing his head away. Big mistake because he said no touching and keep your hands above your head. Be ready to get pounded into the mattress until dawn. For sure the type to fill you up over and over again just to watch it drip out so he can push it back in with his fingers.
"Raf I can't- " he'd cut you off "You can take it ... gimme one more I know you can do it" he would make sure you can't walk the next day so you have to spend the entire day with him to make up for lost time.
I need this man to take a sip of wine and let it flow into my mouth through a kiss and bite my lip after.
Xavier
Type: Edging | Bondage | Spanking | Dacryphilia | Sadism
Alright I know you just read sadism and you wanna jump me now let me explain hold on HOLD ON! Relax! Put the bricks and tomatoes down let me explain. I can feel it in my BONE MARROW that Xavier knows how to perfectly mix pleasure and pain. He's literally likes it rough talking about some "You'll have to do it harder" bro imagine him being able to do it harder to his girl? HES ON THAT ! Man I kinda just wanna yap about him.
He would give you a safe word he would immediately stop if you use it don't worry. He's a calm cool collected Prince that fucks you like you're a slut. He doesn't give you a warning because he knows that you know better.
If you decided to test his patience and be a brat ALL DAY he's throwing you over his lap and spanking your ass until it's red while he's two knuckles deep inside of you and that's not even the main course.
He would tie your hands together (Just like he's threatened multiple times). He would definitely tie them to the headboard and he'd eat you until you're crying from pleasure, but no you're not allowed to cum yet. "You're so pretty like this" as he wipes your tears before going back to nip and bite at your thighs.
He would rag doll you as well untying you and flipping you over into doggy style and just teases you by rubbing his tip against your folds and just slightly pushing in before backing out and continuing his teasing giving your ass solid slaps when you push your hips back at him.
He would edge your soul out of you for hours and he's gonna wake you up a few hours later with his tongue after you fall asleep.
I need Xavier to rag doll me expeditiously.
Sylus
Type: Bondage | Spanking | Dacryphilia | Overstimulation | Breath Play
I know y'all have seen that one picture pose called "Dancing with you" and Sylus has his hand around your throat?????? What are we dancing to???? Are we naked????
Anyway....
Now maybe this is self indulgent but he's definitely using his evol to hold you in whatever position he wants you in. Since you couldn't listen to him we won't listen to you. He's two knuckles deep in you and is making you do all the work. He would have you ride his hand and make you work for it while he has the other wrapped around your throat cutting off your air and right when you cum he'd let go making you see stars.
Did he just make you experience euphoria?? You bet your ass he did.
He's not done with you though don't forget you were a brat throwing a fit in the middle of his meeting and couldn't keep your hands to yourself. He would eat you out till you're in tears "Keep your eyes on me" the second your head fell back in bliss he would stop causing you to snap your head up. "I gave you simple instructions sweetie" When you hit that point where you start trying to run from him he would stand up and tell you to "Keep it wet you know what to do" (Shout out Professor Cal) releasing only one of your hands and leaving to go finish his meeting.
YES! He would definitely tell his business call or whatever to give him a minute and he'd handle you then head back. Once he's done he's coming back and teasing you with his tip with his hand around your throat again. He doesn't mind spending the whole night taming you.
Side note: Sylus hates to see you cry .... unless you're crying from pleasure. "Fuck you're beautiful like this" he'd say and he'd kiss your tears as they run down your cheeks. Something about that dazed-euphoric look in your watery eyes and your wet cheeks gets his Ca-Cawk jumpin'!
I need Sylus to wrap those big ol hands around my throat and tell me "Relax you can take it princess"
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads#lads rafayel#lads zayne#lads xavier#lnds smut#lnds rafayel#lnds zayne#lnds xavier#lnds x reader#lads x you#lads x reader#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#lads smut#nikaaaaimagine
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Talking with Oliver really is the best tbh
#miranda talking shit#Its a roller-coaster for sure. And im sure it is for him as well lmao#I started to tear up bc i thought about Fabian having have told me he really wants to be a father one day and he was so hopeful sounding#So i started tearing up bc i thought of that memory. And Oliver wad like... Why are you crying ? And i wad like... Bc i thought of Fabian#Telling me he wants to be a dad? And after a while he wad like 'i dont understand. Like you saying youre emotional bc#Fabian. Wanting to be a dad like wtf?' and i laughed bc... Yeah that does sound strange to say. To me its natural bc i can recall how he#Sounded. Ive learned to recognize his diffrent tones and he sounded so happy and hopeful and cute so to me that's precious memory#And i talked more than i usually do in general. And shared more and yeah im anxious about that but it was nice#He said one thing that almost made me cry but then i remembered the way of thinking 'he didn't mean it as an insult to me just a fact' so i#Was fine. Aka he said something like 'i think you think youre understanding. But there are things one cant understand if you have not#Experienced it' and thats true. I try to be understanding but also i know i cant understand everything because i have no reference to#Everything. Talking with Oliver is so fucking refreshing for me bc of how diffrent he is and how he talks in general. He says what he feels#Or tries to. I find that great tbh. Open communication and i dont have to think about it and guess bc he'll explain to me instead#So even if i cant relate or understand i will usually hear another diffrent opinion and its fun.#'i think being emotional is nice. I wish i was more emotional. Its nice that you and other people like you are that'#Getting even an general compliment from oliver is a big boost for my ego lol. He hates saying things you personal terms#Im guessing its bc hes scared of intimacy in general meanwhile im ... Kinda similar. I say we often and like to see myself as part#Of an group. Aka my friends. But i will say shit i think openly and be sappy unless i think people wont like it jskfksjajnfjf#It was fun to hear something positive from him tbh. I always admire people and their diffrent qualities but i assume they dislike mine#So hearing someone liking my... Less popular/fun traits is always nice. I know im emotional and sensitive but 9/10 times people find it#Annoying. I personally dont dislike that part of me. When i do its bc i know others think im too much so i dislike making then uncomfortabl
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Can I request a Miguel O'Hara x Curvy reader where they both get intoxicated from sex pollen ??
[Sticky-Icky]
lab taster: @waterinthefire š©»
pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Curvy!Reader
summary: He's a lot less irritating when he puts his mouth to better use.
content warning: a PWP but you guys know me (there's a little plot), this is so 18+ that it's crazy so MDNI, sex pollen (or more like Miguel is playing around and doesn't know wtf he's doing), unprotected p in v sex (WRAP IT UP š«µš¾) manhandling, temperature play if you squint, standing 69, facefucking, creampies, wrong use of webs, biting, breeding, spitting, squirting, cunnilingus, fellatio, fluff if you squint...I think that's it. my god.
word count: 4.3k, halfway proofread
a/n: Listening to Sticky by Ravyn Lenae inspired part of this. Also watching several episodes of Kitchen Nightmares, Hellās Kitchen, and Law & Order: SVU in the bg kept me sane. And one more rewatch of ATSV.
My duty as a fanfic writer is fulfilled as I give you this mandatory trope. š«”
When you first started working at Spider HQ, you were amazed by the fact that one man was able to create all of this.
It was astounding, beyond what the gray tones of Nueva York could ever present to you.
Now, you think back to your glittering eyes during the first year working here and laugh.
Working for Miguel OāHara was like squeezing a watermelon through a straw. He was impossible.
Nothing you did was ever satisfactory for him. Something could always be fixed. Sometimes, you wonder why he still kept you employed here.
Currently, he was turning his nose up at a salve you were working on for spiders whose healing time wasnāt nearly as quick as others.
āRun a new test. This batch is no good.ā
āWhatās wrong with it?ā
āThe formula could be better, itās too thick, and why does it smell like that?ā
The scent was similar to one you wore often and a lot of the spider-people that swung by the pharmacy seemed to like it.
āUh, jade tea.ā
The pinch in Miguelās eyebrows deepened as he sniffed the air.
āSwitch it to something else.ā
You huffed, already tired of this conversation, āWell, what smell do you suggest?ā
āAnything but this.ā
āHow about lavender, then? Perhaps peppermint.ā
āAnd now, youāre being childish,ā Miguel put the tin down before placing his hands on his hips. āYou know thereās spider-people who canāt smell too much of that.ā
āYeah, I got it.ā
He plopped a giant file on your desk, āDeal with that later. I need you to work on something else. For some reason, villains across dimensions are obtaining access to a substance similar to rapture. Every time thereās a mission, the spider-person of that dimension has been left affected. I need something to subside the effects until we can get them back here.ā
āOk, well do you have the substance with you?ā
āNo. But Iāll get you something soon. For now, I have a yearās worth of research on rapture. It should be of some use.ā
You took the rubber band off of the manilla folder, something so old school for this era of tech.
You saw a line of formulas that started to make your head spin.
āAre there a lot of people affected right now?ā
āOnly a few. Theyāve used the leftover solution I made a long time ago. Itās only going to work for so long,ā
āGood. I need to sleep on this.ā
Miguelās head knocked back an inch, āAre you refusing work? The state of the heroes of different universes relies on this research. Itās not some science project-ā
āI understand completely, Miguel, but Iām off the clock.ā
He stopped and checked his watch, the red six oāclock burning back on him.
āI only work the hours you pay me, Spidey,ā you reach to pat his arm and regret it when his stern face doesnāt move.
āNot interested in paid overtime?ā
You bit your cheek to stop the laugh from coming out.
āThatās nice and all, but Iāve got plans.ā
āLike what?ā
āLike resting, sleeping, not touching lab work with a you-sized pole. All of these are things you arenāt familiar with. Plus, I have a date.ā
A pause went through the room as you started to gather your things.
āSince when do you date?ā
You push your chair under your desk harder than you mean to, āSince when do you care?ā
āI,ā he follows to the elevator, ācare about my employees.ā
āSure, Miguel.ā
If it werenāt for your tired state, you would think he looks a little sad at your statement.
āSee you tomorrow, then?ā
The doors start to close as you nod your head, Miguelās gaze stuck just above your head.
Weird. Just like his frequent stops to your lab.
The feeling doesnāt leave your gut even as youāre smiling in your dateās face.
One minute, youāre laughing at a story about some amateur skateboarders Downtown, and the next, an electric billboard is being covered in tiny nano-spiders across the street.
āSo the guy just takes one step on the board and then heās flying. A straight line across the park.ā
āThatās,ā the spiders start to crawl into different lines. Then a logo forms, displaying the spider on Miguelās suit next to an exclamation point. āSo hilarious.ā
Your date chuckles then follows your gaze, the silence too long, āIs there something wrong?ā
The nano-spiders flipped around, the regular billboard showing like normal. You squint.
āNo, I thought I saw something. Must have been my imagination.ā
āYou did say you were a little tired from work. Should we raincheck? We can always catch a movie another time.ā
You wanted to say no, youād been looking forward to tonight.
The billboard flickered to a little picture of Lyla with āSOSā above her head.
āYeah, I should probably get going. Sorry about this.ā
The way he doesnāt sweat you practically ditching him makes your heart pang. Youāre already dreading another night exhausted and alone. Your date seemed promising.
You wave at him from your taxi, the route leading back to Spider HQ feeling like torture. You unclasp your purse and check your gizmo.
40 missed messages.
Itās not until youāre walking into the regular lobby that you turn it on.
āWhat is so important that you waste Margoās time to interrupt my time?ā
Lyla pops in your peripheral, hands up and wary, āIām only doing what boss asks! Donāt get mad at me.ā
āLyla, why am I back here right now?ā
āWell, Miguel has gotten himself in some particular trouble.ā
You punch the elevator button, āGet to the point, please.ā
āHe went into your lab to try and start the solution he talked about earlier. After his first accident, heās never had any luck with lab work, so uh. Heās kind of made a mess.ā
The elevator moves and you look at Lyla, āWhat kind of mess?ā
The doors open and you can smell it before you see it.
Itās poignant, like perfume soaked roses and patchouli. The scent hits you hard enough to make you grip the metal opening as you come out.
āWhat exactly did he do?ā you breathe out.
Your limbs start to shake, nerves drumming from the inside out. A weight feels like it landed on your core, your stomach twitching as you continued to take in whatever had transpired.
āSomething about DNA splicing and plants. I can trace his movements back if youād like, but Iām also currently trying to figure out how to reverse it.ā
āGreat.ā
You swing open the door to a disheveled Miguel. Heās sweating profusely as he tries to clean up your lab desk.
Before you can even begin to yell heās fussing, āLyla, I told you not to call her!ā
āBut you obviously donāt know what youāre doing.ā
He bites his lip as he tries not to look at you, fingers trembling as he starts to store materials back into their drawers.
āThought you had a date.ā
āAnd I thought I told you stay away from my station,ā you feel like a baby deer walking over to him.
When you get closer he sucks in his breath like you cut him, stopping in his tracks.
āI donāt think you should be near me,ā he grunts. His eyes are dark, lips swollen with the way heās biting them.
āWhat are you talking about? Iām trying to help you.ā
You round the corner of the desk, the image of you two almost comical. Miguel moves to the edge of the desk, chest moving faster, while you chase after him trying to get a hand on his forehead.
He felt extremely cold compared to the numbness of your palm, despite how flushed he looked. His eyes close as your hand slides from his head to his neck, muscles there tensing.
āPlease. Donāt,ā he whispers.
āWho else is coming here to save you?ā you ask, frustrated. āWhat did you do anyway?ā
He doesnāt answer as he peers at you. Your heart is beating faster and you canāt tell if itās because of the air or because of the way he looks like heās about to climb you.
Every move you made felt like sharp pricks in your skin, the tight material of your dress digging into your hips. It felt like the ends of burning flames and you wanted it off. Your breaths were picking up and you couldnāt quite comprehend what was going on other than Miguel being your cooling solution.
āMiguel,ā you sounded like you ran a marathon when all you did was step into his space.
āItās the shocking formula that I screwed up. Thatās why everything feels-ā
āLike I need you,ā you interrupt. āLike I want you on top of me.ā
The insides of your thighs were fighting against themselves to stay together, the urge to let your legs fall around him strong.
āThatās just the chemicals talking. W-we can get somewhere safe and separated.ā
You grab the back of his neck and pull yourself even closer, his hands gripping the table like a lifeline as he groans.
āSo you donāt want me?ā you press against him, caging a knee around him right next to his hand. āYou donāt think about me?ā
You can almost feel his heartbeat matching yours as you pull yourself up.
āI didnāt say that.ā
āYou donāt wonder how I feel when you come into my lab snooping around? How I feel when you come in here barking orders?ā
Your face is in his neck and you feel yourself clench around nothing as you take a deep breath. He smells like coffee and fabric softener, but thereās an underlying wave of musk. Of something so unbelievably him and you want to keep that scent close forever.
āI imagine youāre annoyed. But a job is a job.ā
āBut you still come in here asking for things you know someone else can do,ā your panties are soaked, and from the way his nose flares, you know he knows. āWhy?ā
His teeth grit as you start to grind on him, the feeling giving you an inch of relief that only makes you want more.
āI, I donāt- Itās because I,ā the counter began to crack under his hands. His muscles were pulled taut. āDios, ayĆŗdame.ā
Maybe you were wrong, and your hazy mind only brought thoughts from the subconscious one.
āFine. I get that you donāt like me but could you at least give me some type of relief?ā you were whining in his ears at this point, a complete 180 of how you left him earlier today. With every grind of your hips, you left noises in his skin, desperate.
The desk made a terrible sound as Miguel finally lets go and grabs around your waist. Your breath is slammed out of you as your back hits the wall, Miguelās hand holding your head to stop it from crashing into the wall too.
Your throat makes a gargled sound as Miguel licks down your jaw, his talons ripping into your dress. His tongue swipes into your mouth, breaths rapid as he finally gets a taste.
āI do like you. More than I should,ā his words were passed right into you. āYou and your smart mouth.ā
āThen stop talking and do something about it.ā
A yank in your hair stops your complaints, Miguel kissing down your side. Every press of his lips left a chilly flutter. Your hips are moving frantically, patience wearing thin. Right as youāre about to say something again, he flips you, the layers of your dress falling as he rips into your panties.
The blood rushes to your head as he takes a bite into your thigh, sucking as your legs fall to his shoulders.
You moan his name, hands gripping at his thighs. His kisses led to your lips, swollen and dripping. From your clit to your entrance, he groaned as he covered you, drinking like you were water in the middle of the night.
You felt like you were going to slip, but Miguelās arms were looped around your legs, not letting go. His suit was in your way, your mouth salivating as his crotch stared back at you. Your fingers could only dig as far as his suit allows and you have half a mind to call Lyla to disengage it.
āPlease,ā you sigh as you rub his bulge with your cheek. āI need it so bad.ā
āCĆ”llate,ā he hums, face delving deeper into you. The sound of him licking up every drop echos off the cool walls and the light of his suit dims away letting you see what youāve been waiting for.
His length hits your chin, precum spilling down and youāve never been more excited for a man to go commando. You open your mouth and let your breath hit him as you take a swipe down to his balls.
Miguelās grunts and shifts his hips back. His tip swerves around your face as he tries to find your mouth without unlatching his jaw from your sex. You help out with the last bit of sanity you have, and once you wrap your lips around him, his hips snap hard onto you.
All you can feel is Miguel entering you from top to bottom, his hands keeping you stationed in your position. Thereās no room to do anything as heās devouring you and taking your breath away at the same time. Two of his fingers sink into you, and you jerk from the difference between his skin and his tongue.
Miguel nibbles at the hood of your clit, urging you to be still. Whenever his fingers leave you, his pelvis fills your senses. Your throat gags around him, spit building to keep up with his thrusts.
āSo good,ā he hums. His pace picks up and the tears in your eyes fall to the floor. āMade for me. Only me.ā
Your fingers wrap around his thighs and squeeze tight, your vision fading as you try to take in pockets of air. The shake in your legs and the broken moans that escaped your lips only ignited him.
āBebĆ©,ā his hips stutter. Heās sloppy as he drools over the entrance, voice loud. āBebĆ©, youāre so, ngh.ā
He cums down your throat, balls twitching against your face. You close your eyes and try to swallow everything, jaw aching. Miguel groans your name as he slides his dick out to the tip, a few spurts still landing on your lips. You cough, position making everything go north.
The taste of him was delicious, but you needed more of him elsewhere. Your mouth was as drenched as your cunt and yet you still felt empty.
When Miguel flips you back upright, youāre ready to pounce on him again. The state of you both is alarming. Your breasts have completely fallen out of your dress, that black thing barely holding on by its zipper. Miguelās suit is phasing in and out in the most obscene places. Thereās slick up to his eyebrows and his cum is all over your cheeks.
He grabs your jaw and runs his tongue over your face, cleaning up his mess. You let him live in his own bubble before that burning in your core came back.
Your nails dig into his shoulders and your whispers of āmoreā come to light. Youāre clawing at him like a cat begging him to do something, anything, to make this feeling go away.
āMiguel,ā you gasp as he sinks his teeth into your skin. āMiguel, it hurts. Fix it, Miggy, please.ā
You guide his hands down your body and place them on your ass. His touch sates you for only a moment, but your body reacts as if he needs to be deep in your bones. He spreads your ass and groans as the sound of how eager you are for him follows.
āYouāre not ready,ā are the words that make you even more frustrated. Your hands pushing and pulling at him, ready to try and put him where you want him to go.
He clicks his teeth and flexes his wrists. His webs tie your wrists together, neon red strings leaving a buzz on your skin. He yanks your dress off and you stumble with the motions.
The clinical room doesnāt aid the building heat you feel, but Miguel turning you around and pressing you into the wall as he cuts the rest of your panties off does.
He squats and grabs two hands full of you.
He spits onto your hole, mesmerized as he watches it slide to your entrance. āQuĆ© hermosa,ā he whispers.
You bend, whimpering as your folds cover his nose, clenching and grinding.
āGod,ā you sigh. Something this small was going to bring you to the edge so quickly. āD-donāt stop.ā
āGreedy,ā Miguel says as if heās not moving the fat of your ass to nudge his face into you. The arch in your back deepens as he continues and your whines get higher.
He smacks your right cheek, sound echoing off the metal tables, and you shout his name as you coat his tongue.
Tranquility clears your mind for a second, one where the flowery scent in the air is less strong.
The peace leaves just as fast as it came when Miguel gets rid of his suit and stands behind you in all of his glory.
His eyes followed from your dewey face to the curve of your hips to bitten thighs to feet with one heel still on.
āHe didnāt deserve to see this,ā he says.
āW-what?ā
Miguel ignores you and pulls your wrists up straight, a confused noise leaving you. He wraps another web around your ankles and huffs. He sets your arms under your chest, your hands in front of you like a prayer.
When he picks you up by your waist, his dick lines up with your ass.
He groans as he grinds, watching himself disappear and reappear.
You try to move with him, āNo, not there. Inside.ā
āYouāre always so distracting,ā he growls. He slides his length between your thick thighs and you nearly scream as his hips hit your ass, his tip just barely passing over your clit. āCan never think straight when I see you.ā
He rubbed over the bite he left on your shoulder, āSo pretty. My pretty baby.ā
His low voice right in your ears only made you wetter. He was holding you like you were his toy, fucking the inside of your thighs with ease.
Miguel could cry watching your ass bounce on his stomach. Your legs were soft and warm and he just couldnāt stop.
āWant you so bad. Need to fuck you again and again and again,ā he said as your thighs quivered around him.
āPlease, Miguel. Make me yours,ā your voice crowded the sound of his grunts as he held you up and pounded away.
Those were the magic words to get him to lean back with a firm grip on you and release all over the wall. It was everywhere, from your legs to the wall to the ceiling.
He set you to the floor with shaky arms, and you started to sob.
All of this and you still wanted more. If this was making you feel this insane, you can only imagine the small relief Miguel was feeling after being exposed for longer.
āCāmere,ā he pulls you to the bare floor and cuts the webs. You immediately try to climb him, legs wrapping around his waist.
He was painfully hard for someone who came twice now.
Your cries of āinsideā slur together, tears running down your face. Miguel was no better, fangs dripping with venom and the hairs on skin raised.
The two of you tussle as Miguel tries to keep your hips to stay stationary. You kept jerking in order to get some sort of friction but he was baring his teeth to get you to quit.
You dip your nails into his shoulders and arms while he drags a talon down your sternum to snap your bra off.
A clatter of your stiletto sounds off across the room as he pinches your thigh, āEasy, beautiful. Let me take care of you, yeah?ā
āFucking hurry,ā you whine.
He shushes as he plunges inside of you, the noise you both make as loud as a choir.
Your eyes roll back as Miguel presses, bending your body in half.
āYouāre going to be the death of me,ā Miguel leans to whisper onto your lips.
Tight is the first thing that comes to mind and heat is the next.
He moves his hips up and slams back down, your ass shifting from the pressure.
āMiguel!ā
āThatās it. Talk to me.ā All of that chatter earlier and now you can barely get out a word.
āH-harder,ā your hands donāt know where to go. Theyāre grabbing Miguel, theyāre falling next to your head, theyāre grabbing at your breasts as Miguel jerks your body.
Miguel goes to open your jaw, lips pulling on your tongue to suck. Itās tender and sensual compared to the way his balls are slapping against you. Thereās a ring of white on his shaft getting thicker and thicker as he continues.
āPretty thing,ā he says as he lets your tongue go, a string of saliva falling to your neck. āWatched you on the cameras. Always.ā
That stirs something in you, a spark in your chest as you see stars.
āDid you want to do this to me when you watched me?ā you manage out.
āYes.ā
āI can put on a show for you next time.ā
āYes.ā
āYou can come in here. āN fuck me over the counter.ā
āSĆ, sĆ, baby,ā his hands push your knees next to your head and he ruts against you. His thighs were straining as he took and took.
A yell pulls itself from your core, that burning feeling getting a crash of cold water. The dam bursts and youāre running all over Miguel, essence leaving every time he inches out and back in.
āGonna fill you up,ā he rasps, eyes glazed over.
You nod your head, clenching and pulsing around him.
His eyes donāt leave yours as he shudders against you. You suck him in, gaining a deep moan from him, āAsĆ, bebĆ©. Take it.ā
Itās like you can finally think as his cum overflows, your heart rate finally slowing.
He stares at you as you both come back to reality. Your body is limp, the weight of Miguel making itself known.
āHoly shit,ā you wiggle and he catches the hint. He lifts a bit and pulls out. The swirl of you two falls out of you in waves. āWhat. The fuck.ā
āGod,ā Miguel mumbles. āNo shocking way we just did that.ā
āYou canāt say that when the evidence is leaking out of me.ā
Miguel groans as he watches you, your face pouty and your hole glistening. It was intoxicating.
His dick twitches, coming to life again the longer he watches.
āāM sorry in advance,ā he says as he pulls you into his lap.
āJust take care of it, OāHara.ā
The two of you sat in the middle of the floor, breathing hard. Pieces of consciousness were starting to come back.
āYou looked stunning tonight,ā Miguel said. He looked at your shredded dress on the floor. āIām glad he wonāt see you in that dress anymore.ā
The snort that leaves your nose turns into a full-blown laugh.
āWhatās so funny?ā
āYou just took my soul ten times over and youāre worried about a guy I just met less than a week ago. I fear Iām ruined for anyone else.ā
āOh,ā he smiles. āGood.ā
āYou still should take me on a date. Youāve got a lot to explain.ā
Flashes of him confessing to his habit of watching you from afar come back, āO-of course.ā
āAnd you owe me a new dress.ā
āOn it.ā
Lyla pops up next to you both, a blindfold over her shades, āIs it safe to talk to you guys now?ā
Miguel checks his gizmo, āI think weāre good for about forty minutes. The effects are starting to wear off.ā
āExcellent!ā She throws the fabric to the side, āOh my god, this room is a mess.ā
You look at the array of substances over the room and grimace. The entire hall will have to be on lockdown.
āWell, I managed to vent out the solution. You two should be ok soon.ā
You lean on Miguelās chest and close your eyes, happy to hear good news.
āKind of sad that this is what it took for you to confess, Miguel,ā she comments.
āLyla!ā
You laugh again, āSome confession.ā
āThatās enough,ā Miguel scowls.
Your giggles die down as you pull yourself onto Miguelās thigh, bubbles in your chest molding into moans as you start to grind over his thigh.
āIām starting to think you guys are just bluffing,ā Lyla gags before she disappears. āLet me know when youāre done.ā
āI think,ā you nuzzle into his neck, āthisāll be the last time. Iām tired.ā
āIf not, we can take it to my house.ā
The world blurs again as you and Miguel connect under the white lights.
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ā¢ MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL
SB 000 .F23 2024
wc 3.2k
pairings classrepresentative!Soobin x bulliedfem!reader
warnings humiliation, slight bully Soobin, bullied reader, fainting, facial, unprotected sex, creampie, mirror sex, recording, oral sex (m. receiving), squirting, name calling (+ if i missed anything)
faye's notes I'M TOTALLY CRAZY! Like seriously! I should stop writing fics out of impulse BAHAHAHAHA this is not proofread, I'm sorry, again, this story is just made impulsively š Soobin should stop posting pictures out of nowhere. I need to write about him immediately because I'm his wife. š No one should do it first before me š I just love Soobin so much and his mirror shots! Fuck. Dead.
p.s. wrote this for more or less 4 hours, wtf
"Ahh! Fuck, why are you so f-fucking good!" Soobin threw his head back with one arm supporting his body and the other one holding his phone, trying to capture every moment.
"Look at you acting so modest at school, but here you are, giving someone head," he smirked, tugging a fistful of your hair, making you moan with his cock still inside your mouth.
"Shit!" He hissed through his teeth as he felt the pleasuring vibrations from your mouth.
Soobin is your most hated person in the world, if that's enough to explain. He makes fun of you. He causes you trouble, harm, and danger. But the fact that he's one of the most respected representatives of your class, you can't do anything but let your anger just boil inside you.Ā
Choi Soobin is not your average type of classmateāenemy. He never fails to be included in the rank listāhe's an intelligent and handsome man. He talks so well in front of the class, he gets high scores, he has the fame. You would actually have a crush on him if only he treated you the same way he treats the others.
And you hated your class for always laughing along with him and always tolerating what he doesāwell, he's actually a good student, you're just not on his "people that I will treat right" list.
"How are you miss 'teacher's pet'?" Soobin would subtly pull a chair to sit in front of your desk, often whispering these things.
"Soobin, please. If you have nothing else to say, move," you would firmly answer him.
"What? Aren't you proud that you know how to find your way under their pants?" he accused.
"I'm not doing any of the sort! I won't commit sexual activities with people other than my soon-to-be husband!" Your voice came out as a squeak as you tried to hold yourself back, but you're seething with anger.Ā
"Oh, what are you doing anyway? Drawing your idols?" he snickers.
"Choi Soobin--"
"Yes, darling?" his eyes meeting yours with a smirk plastered on his lips. "You know what," he starts, casually tucking your straying hair behind your ear, "If I were you, I would stop doing that, they don't even know you."
You clicked your tongue, swatting his hand away, "Soobin, I swearā"
"Yes, yes, you swear," he snickers once again as he stands up, the sharp scraping sound of the steel chair making your ears hurt, gathering the class' attention. Soobin casually shrugged his shoulders, making your classmates continue what they were doing.
"Listen!" Soobin pounded the podium that afternoon for an announcementāoh yeah, he's the class representative.
"We will be having our annual outdoor activity next week."
With a heavy heart, you sighed. The 5-day trip is your most hated activity. You would go to a camp, pair up with your friends, and do the task together. Not to mention the unending seminars and trainings while you're at it.
Of course, a week won't pass by without Soobin getting into your nerves. You're so fed up with him and his petty attitude towards you, but you don't know it yourself, you just can't find the courage to fight back or at least stand up for yourself. You would always be left with your nails digging into your palms and a boiling blood.Ā
"Okay guys! Line up! We're getting into the bus! I'm checking the attendance!" It's still so early in the morning and you get to hear his irritating voice again, which you resorted to wearing earphones to at least drown his voice.
However, you were the last one to get in inside the bus, so there are no more available seats to sit down aside from the two-seater in the front. And of course, one of the seats is already occupied. By who? Who elseāthe Choi Soobin himself.
"Excuse me, does anyone want to trade seats?" you bargained. Only for them to answer with "sorry, I want to sit with my friend" and such.Ā
"As much as you don't want to sit beside me, I don't want to sit beside a whore and a slut like you," Soobin whispered with a fake smile when you sat beside him.Ā
"Shut the fuck up. I'm not a whore nor a slut, I don't do explicit activities just like you," you seethed. "I bet you're the type that fucks anyone just to get your dick wet," you whispered, rolling your eyes. Soobin could only laugh at you.
You tried to focus on the road the whole ride. Doing your best to ignore Soobin's huge sleeping figure just beside you. Your eyes flitted to the rearview mirror of the bus, staring a hole at Soobin's headāto kill himāthrough the reflection. And yes, Soobin actually looks kind and peaceful when he sleeps. There, you silently wished for him to at least be a little less meaner.Ā
You didn't know you fell asleep. You woke up inside the empty bus. You quickly marched out to look for your classmates. It looks like they are just starting to settle down. You scrambled your way towards the camp, pulling your suitcase. You're lucky one of your male classmates noticed you and had at least the decency to offer a hand.Ā
When you arrived just by the door, you swear you heard Soobin murmur something behind you like 'look at our pick me girl' or something along the lines.Ā
After the short orientation, you celebrated a little inside, knowing that the girls and the boys would not share the same room to sleep, at least. And you celebrated further when they announced that the ratio of the room to the student would be 1:1. Basically, you have the privacy you needed, and you don't need to be bothered about having a roommate.Ā
You were asked to rest for now and just return to the hall in the afternoon to officially start the program. You giggled when you got inside the room. Quickly running to the bedroom and jumping on the bed.Ā
But then you were startled when you heard laughter and loud voices.
Ā Oh crap! The walls are thin!Ā
But that's the least of your concerns; it's not like you would be noisy or something.
The afternoon came quickly, and the program kicked off without flaws. They announced the activities that should be done and the schedule for the meals, including the curfew hours. If you were to be asked? Your answer would be, so far, so good.Ā
The dinner was also held in the same hall. The organizers did a good job of making use of the tables and chairs in the hall as your dining table and training table.
However, your little happy moment was immediately cut off when Soobin purposely grazed one of the students elbows, making the cold water she was holding be poured over you. Loud gasps from the crowd echoed inside the hall as strings of apology came out of the student's mouth. Your eyes flickered throughout the wide space as you muttered, "It's okay," to the student. Your eyes found Soobin walking away from the scene.
You quickly finished your meal after patting your drenched shirt with a tissue the student offered. After finishing your meal, you have no other choice but to go straight to your room.Ā
You prayed that tomorrow would be a fine day for you.
Tuesday. Second day of the outdoor activity.
You were grouped into pairs. The organizers taught you about first aid. Orienting you about the things you should and shouldn't do in case of emergency. You and your partner executed every step well. It does show that you have learned everything.
Soobin also did well in their execution. But you noticed about his 'unnecessary' touches to his girl partner. Well, he actually isn't doing anything unnecessary. You're just too overprotective of your body.Ā
Soobin watched you being mortified with his simple quirks, laughing to himself, judging you and your mind.
Wednesday.
You were grouped into five members. Your next activity was the obstacle course. The sole reason for this is to train your mind to think quickly for a technique that would work and allow you to lead.Ā
Some of the groups even failed from the start. They couldn't decide which would be the leader.Ā
On the other hand, Soobin was leading his group at ease. He looks like he knows it, just like the back of his hand. Too familiar with what a leader should do.
Thursday.Ā
It suddenly rained, so your activity that was supposed to be held on the mountain was postponed and was moved for the next day. Which made your stay eventually longer for another day. The organizers resorted to an indoor activity. Or you could actually call this free time. They allowed everyone to have fun. Everyone was having a blast on their own or with their friends.
You decided to take a short walk while the rain poured hard. You passed by a vending machine and grabbed yourself a drinkāwhich might be wrong because you're too far from the hall now and there's no restroom to be found.Ā
Your eyes widened when you saw a room, which you guessed was a toilet. But when you opened the door, someone was inside.
"What the fuck?! Don't you know how to knock?!"
"Aaahhhh! Don't you know how to lock?!" you retorted as you froze in your feet and turned your back to the person inside the toiled.Ā
"Fucking goodness! What the hell are you doing here?!" he zipped his pants up before he turned to youāagain, it was Soobin.
"I-i'm looking for a restroom! You should know how to lock the door!" You squealed.
You heard him scoffed, "The lock doesn't work, and..."Ā
"And?" you questioned, folding your arms in front of you, feigning frustrationābut you couldn't hide the fact that your ears were so red.Ā
"This restroom is not for the girls, weirdo." His lips played a mocking smile. "You're not beating the whore allegations, are you?" He stepped forward, trapping you on the wall, his hand flew to your waist, pinning you.
You tried to push him away, "Get your filthy hands offāH-hah!"Ā
Your body trembled, and your knees became wobbly when he pressed his hand against your lower abdomen.Ā
"S-soobin... Your... Your hand..." You tried to pry his hand away, but to no avail. Soobin just pressed it further, making the hair of your body stand up.Ā
"S-soobin... Please... Y-your h-hand," you stuttered. You felt a few drops of the hot liquid flow out from you.
Soobin pulled his hand away, leaving you slumped on the floor, shaking. "You're so easy," he chuckled before he left.
You didn't almost make it to the toilet. The moment you let it out, you felt tears run down your cheeks. Maybe because of humiliation, or anger, or arouāthere's no way!
That night, you chose not to eat dinner, you stayed inside your room. However, someone knocked on your door. You didn't want to open it at first, but the person behind kept on knocking. When you opened the door, there's no person in the hallway. But a food was left beside your door. Your name was written on the water bottle and the packaging of the meal, just like the other meals you ate the past few days. You decided to eat it, not bothering to think whether it's poisoned or whatever.
Friday. The supposed to be last day of the outdoor activity.Ā
It was a team activity again. The survival. Your team must survive for at least one day in the mountains. You were supposed to look for foods in the wild, to survive a day or night in the mountains. The team is composed of four members. And lucky you, you were teamed up with Soobin.Ā
You tried your best to be as distant as possible. Just looking at him makes you remember everything that happened last night.Ā
Everything was going well from the start. Three of you were girls, and you all agreed that Soobin would be the leader of the group.
You made a small port for the four of you to rest, you found fruits that can be eaten, and you gathered the woods for the fire you were supposed to make later.
However, Soobin wasn't expecting something like this to happenāfor you to faint out of exhaustion. You are actually weak-hearted, which makes you easily dizzy and tired when doing extra workloads.Ā
"Soobin! Y/n fainted!"Ā
"What?!" Soobin quickly ran towards the three of you. The other girls are panicking about you. "Fuck!" he muttered as he tried to wake you up. "Y/n wake up!"
"This won't do! You guys continue our task; I'll bring her to the camp. Please take care of yourselves up here, okay?"
Soobin carried you on his back, walking and running down the mountain as fast as he could. He was assisted by the organizers, but the program wasn't perfect at all! There are no nurses around.Ā
So Soobin got no choice but to bring you to his assigned room and take care of you insteadāclass representative duties, right?
"God fucking damn it!" he huffed as he laid you down on the floor, and he was chasing his breath.Ā
He washed himself first, cleaning out the dirt that clung to his body. Then he grabbed some of his extra clean shirts for you to change into. He wiped you clean with a wet towel and wanted to change your clothes, but he decided not to do it or you would make a fuss. Then he carefully laid you down on his bed, keeping you warm.
One of the teachers knocked and checked on him. He was also told that the activity was cancelled and they made the students go back. The teacher was relieved to know that you were fine and that you're resting.
You woke up with him sitting beside you. "W-where are we? What happened?" you weakly asked.Ā
"You're finally awake," he sighed. "You fainted."Ā
He then passed you a packet of sugar and some water. "Drink this, I have nothing else to offer."
After a few minutes, you felt yourself recover a bit. It wasn't that bad, you're just too exhausted.Ā
"Let's go back," you said as you rose from the bed and walked towards the door.
"Look at this attention seeker," he scoffed.
"What the fuck are you saying again?! I just fainted!" you yelled back.
"That's right! You just fainted, and you want to go back in the mountains? For what? For our classmates to carry you and let them touch your body? Or for the teachers to give you extra credits for being a 'good girl'?" Soobin's brow furrowed as he raised his voice.
"What did you say?" You walked closer to him.
"That you're a slut, a whore, and an attention seeker. Simple as that."
Soobin smirked as he watched you dug your nails onto your palm again.
"What? Am I wrong?"Ā
Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes as you looked up to him with gritted teeth.
"You're... You're totally wrong..." you sniffled.
"Then show me you aren't like that," he says.
"W-what?"Ā
Soobin sat on the bed as he watched you. "Get on your knees for me," he smirked. "Show me you are not a teacher's fuck toy."
"Prove it, so I won't tell the class you soiled your pants last night," he finishes.
You didn't know what came over you. You just found yourself kneeled down between his legs as you tried your hardest to suck him.
Ahh! Fuck, why are you so f-fucking good!" Soobin threw his head back with one arm supporting his body and the other one holding his phone, trying to capture every moment.
"Look at you acting so modest at school, but here you are, giving someone head," he smirked, tugging a fistful of your hair, making you moan with his cock still inside your mouth.
"Shit!" He hissed through his teeth as he felt the pleasuring vibrations from your mouth.
You pulled away. "S-stop recording," you muttered.
"No, this is for the records. A proof that you aren't a teacher's pet," he grinned before guiding your head back to his cock.
"You're such a whore," he snickers as he zooms in to your face. "Fucking good, with this pretty face," he muttered.
He shoved your face down, practically fucking your throat, not giving a fuck at how you gagged. Then he pulled you away as he shot his cum on your face.
"Ohh fuck! Fuck! Ahh!" His body trembled as he finally came, his phone shaking in the process.Ā
Pressing the stop button, he tossed his phone on the bed and pulled you up on his lap, crashing his lips against yours as his hand wandered on your body, groping and squeezing any part.
"Need to be inside you, you slut," he whispered between the kisses.
"'m n-not," you whimpered. His hand finally settled on your waist, and he grinds you above him.
"Look how hard you make me," he said, his teeth grazing your neck.
"S-soobin... Stop... W-we shouldn't be doingāahh...mpph.." Ā Your soft moans and whines are music to his ear.
"Shhh, be quiet for me, okay?" he said, giving your chin a kiss. He slips his hand under your skirt, pushing your underwear to the side.
"See? You're a total whore, y/n. You're wet."
Too embarrassed, you hide on his neck, hugging him closer. He easily lifted your hips and slid himself inside you with so much ease as you whimpered on his ear.
"T-this is w-wrong.. Ahh.. please..."
"Wrong?" he questioned, tilting your face to look behind you, only to be met with your own eyes. Soobin manhandled you with ease and turned you around instead. Your back flushed against his chest as he spread and held your legs up.Ā
"Watch how your hungry pussy suck my cock," he whispered to your ear as the both of you watched yourselves in the mirror. Your ears turned red out of embarrassment as you bit your lower lip, restraining yourself to moan.
"Be quiet, okay? The others are back," he said, kissing your ear. Your hands clasped over your mouth, the squelching sound was the only thing to be heard.Ā
"I love how dirty you are, fuck, you turn me on so much," he grunts, hitting deeper places inside you.
"B-bin..." you whined, tears rolling down your cheek.Ā
"S-something's g-gonna.... Ahhh... S-soobin, please..."
"You're close, doll? Cum on my cock, then," he smirks.
"N-no wait! Wait!" you squirmed, trying to get off of him, but he's too strong for you.
"S-soobin please w-wait---" Clear liquid gushed out of your pussy in a squirting manner because of his cock still deep inside you. Your body started twitching when he continued to fuck you relentlessly.
"Gonna fill you. 'M gonna fill you to the brim, fuck you're so fucking tight!" Soobin hides behind your neck as he finishes inside you, his grip on your thighs tightened.
"B-bin... I feel like... 'm gonna... F-faint..." Your body was slumped on his chest. He slowly pulls out of you, a glob of his cum coming out from your spent folds. He then laid you down on his bed again and lays beside you as he tucked the both of you to bed.Ā
The problem for tomorrow is for tomorrow. He's now on cloud nine, feeling so good as he lays beside his favorite girl crush.
@binniesbooks 2024
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social's as reo's girlfriend
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yourusername: he loves me (trust)
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isaichii: is he hiding his face bc he's ashamed or bc he's ashamed? ā³yourusername: COME ON I'M NOT THAT BAD šš ā³isaichii: the last time we went out to a fancy place you said deez nuts to the waiter who asked for your order ā³rin.itoshi: she dressed up as cinderella to take out the trash ā³yourusername: THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET?? ā³reo.miikage: i love you but what the fuck? ā³yourusername: you don't get to say that when you threw a hissy fit over nagi choosing isagi ā³reo.miikage: betrayal often comes from the ones you least expect it from
user1: did he pay you to take that picture ā³yourusername: no ā³user1: know your worth girly ā³reo.miikage: you'll never beat the gold digger allegations this way ā³yourusername: what if they aren't allegations and actually true ā³reo.miikage: what ā³reo.miikage: Y/N WDYM ā³reo.miikage: OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR WDYM BY THAT
nagi.seishiro: without me? ā³yourusername: lil man you better stafu bfr i hurt your balls bc he's with you 24/7 ā³user2: lil man ain't he like 6'0 ā³user3: sometimes lil man do be a 6'0 giant oversized mop of white hair ā³yourusername: he legit pats your hair like a cat, carries you around, pays for all your shi, kicks balls w you tf you want let me have him for sometime ā³nagi.seishiro: choki misses him ā³reo.miikage: im omw dw ā³yourusername: step out of that fucking door and i'll make sure both of you end up like kaiser ā³mikka.kaiser: UN FUCKING CALLED FOR THE FUCK DID I DO ā³yourusername: idk im js a girl ā³alexis.ness: don't feel safe no more not until i'm around ā³yourusername: i like being kidnapped /hj ā³reo.miikage: wtf
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yourusername: i've only had mr.teigo for a day and a half but if anything happened to him i would kill everyone in this room and then myself
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chigi.who: who the fuck is mr.teigo ā³yourusername: SHUR UP GIVR HIM RECPEST YOU FOOL ā³yourusername: hes the purple ballon btw ā³sae_itoshi: shut* give* rsepect* ā³shiidoryu: YOU GOT IT WRONG TO LMFAO ā³itoshi_sae: it was fucking autocorrect ā³shiidoryu: you can be "it" i can be "autocorrect" that way you can fuck me šš ā³itoshi_sae: and they say romance is dead ā³chigi.who: are we gonna ignore the fact Y/N WOULD COMMIT MURDER FOR A FUCKING BALLOON??? ā³reo.miikage: pretty tame if you ask me ā³nagi.seishiro: it's normal ā³rin.itoshi: surprised she hasn't already ā³isaichii: v v normal ā³megubachi: my monster likes him ā³julian.loki: being honest so would i he's so cute š ā³yourusername: hOW DARE YOU TWO ASSUME IT'S GENDER !!! THEY SHOULD BE ABLE TO DECIDE FOR THEMSELEVES APOLOGIZE TO MR.TEIGO ā³kuniisuke: YOU CALL HIM "MR" INDICATING HE'S A MALE FUCKING DUMBASS ā³yourusuername: my balloon my rules
megubachi: i'd let mr.teigo braid my hair and then we skip to the near by garden where we swing tgt ā³yourusername: YES OMG YES !!!! ā³reo.miikage: no ā³yourusername: go be š¬ w nagi or something
user3: why do you look so š¾š¾ in the first picture ā³yourusername: i pointed at a fish and said "aww look it's so cute" and without any hesitation he's like "yeah reminds me of nagi" ā³nagi.seishiro: L ā³yourusername: i'll beat your ass in fnaf come fight me lil boy ā³nagi.seishiro: i'm betting choki on it ā³oliver.aiku: GASP!11!!1!11 HE'S BETTING CHOKI?? Y/N'S GETTING COOKED ā³yourusername: like how isagi absolutely cooks you<3 ā³eita.otoya: foul? yes. do i want you to keep going? yes
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yourusername: it isn't reo without nagi
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user4: the third picture LMFAO ā³yourusername: when reo realized his soccer (life) partner got stolen by some puzzle solver ā³mikka.kaiser: IT'S FUCKING FOOTBALL WE'VE GONE OVER THIS ā³hiyori: suck my dick ā³yourusername: ask ness to do that he does it to kaiser all the time, his head is prolly better ā³alexis.ness: no what the fucj ā³yourusername: šš¬
nikkoki: damn shawty you seem good at biting lips how ab biting mine @/reo.miikage ā³yourusername: take nagi instead pls
reo.miikage: who the fuck and I MEAN WHO THE FUCK EDITED THAT LAST PICTURE ā³yourusername: it suits you ā³reo.miikage: does not ā³chigi.who: you were plucking out the hairy part of your tooth brush to see if nagi would choose you ā³hiyori: HAIRY PART LMFAO WHAT ā³rin.itoshi: you mean bristles? ā³karasu_tabito: there's a name for that shi? ā³kenyu.yukimiya: no shit?? you don't js call it "the hairy shit on your tooth brush" ā³karasu_tabito: ... ā³eita.otoya: ... ā³kenyu.yukimiya: PLEASE DON'T TELL ME YOU THOUGHT THAT'S WHAT IT WAS CALLED
isaichii: wait if you two were kissing and nagi was playing video games then who the fuck took that picture? ā³yourusername: idk someone randomly dms it to me on instagram and i'm like yeah this is useful ā³reo.miikage: WHAT ā³isaichii: someone sent bro a picture of her and her bf kissing and she's like "yeah thanks" ā³yourusername: how else was i supposed to get pictorial evidence of nagi always being there ā³reo.miikage: that's js lies ā³yourusername: LOOK AT THE FUCKING PICTURE MATE
i'm so sorry this took so long and it's so mid?? but i had no motivation and i js had to post something so
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ALL DA LADIES LUV LEO! ā [leo valdez dating headcanons]
author's note: i am ladies. where's my irl leo...wtf.
you and LEO VALDEZ are the definition of āif you do it, iāll do it.ā (a VERY common phrase in your relationship)
istg this guy is down to do ANYTHING. you wanna play dress-up and do his makeup? go ahead. you wanna participate in some cheesy couple trend? of course! heād do anything to make you happy <3 (even if it means ruining his dignity)Ā
leo has so much love for you, and he is NOT afraid to show it. he for sure owns a million different variations of the āi ā¤ļømy girlfriendā tee-shirt. heās worn them so much that even chiron and mr. d stopped pestering him for not wearing the chb shirt šĀ
yāknow that one topic you could talk about for hours on end? yeah, well youāre the topic leo could talk about for hours on end. you always feel bad for the unfortunate new camper who decides to ask āwhoās on your shirt?ā it always ends in them making an excuse to get out of the conversation.Ā
some may say heās obsessedā¦i just call it the bare minimum!! š¤
leo absolutely LIVES for your little gossip sessions. heās not one of those bfās who will try to give actual advice on how to handle the situation,, heās the type to fully shit talk the person with you š you guys are literally the āsheās also uglyā¦ā audio and i know for a fact you guys have made a video using it LMFAO
he also has the entire timeline memorized. he could tell you exactly what month, what day, and what time so and so wronged you if you asked š leoās absolutely invested and will ask for updates every so often.Ā
considering how leo spends so much of his time in bunker 9, itās almost your second home at this point. you canāt even begin to count how many times youāve fallen asleep sitting with him as heās worked on a project. but leo always carries you to bed! thereās no way he could allow his girlfriend to wake up with a sore neck!Ā
speaking of bunker 9, leo keeps a bulletin board full of photos with you and all your friends next to his workbench! when working on a particularly hard project, heāll look over at the photos for some motivation.Ā
thereās nothing better than successfully convincing leo to come to bed, especially during those cold winter nights. heās basically a big heater that can walk and talk. and leoās super duper big on cuddling so itās even better. why invest in a heater when you have him?Ā
LMFAO itās so funny when itās summer and heās basically on his knees begging for cuddles š itās only then that he curses his strangely high body temperature.Ā Ā
i also think itās canon that leoās a good cookā¦?? so youāre always eating good with him!! he just loves seeing your reaction to his food, especially when itās your cultural food. leo knows how important it is to you and to know he could provide some semblance of what you grew up with, it makes him beyond happy.Ā
when you give him hugs from behind while heās cooking >>>Ā
he melts every single time.
omg. breakfast in bed with leo. him shirtless wearing an apron that says ākiss the cookā while bringing you a plate with all your favorite breakfast foods <33Ā
pda king šš he loves pda, but not in the gross, obnoxious way. leoās obviously smart enough to know when itās the right time and place.Ā
heās also really big on āsplitting the poleā LMFAO š if youāre walking down the street and a street sign is in the way he will literally pull you to his side while screaming, ādonāt split the pole!ā babesā¦itās not that serious š¤
his love languages are words of affirmations and acts of service. thereās nothing better than coming home to cuddle with you as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear after a long day. he really values all your thoughts and opinions, so it means so much to him when you say these things.Ā
when it comes to you, leoās so incredibly supportive with everything you do. the minute you even slightly hint about picking up a new hobby, heās already encouraging you to do it.Ā
he gets so upset when he gets those āthese initials are soulmatesā videos and your initials arenāt together š one time you woke up to an entire essay-length text from him explaining why you two are extremely compatible in response to a video that said āthese initials arenāt compatibleāĀ
leoās VERY attentive, especially when it comes to you. at this point, itās like he knows you better than you know yourself. he always knows what youāre gonna say simply by your reaction. his brain literally goes āoh her right eyebrow raised slightly, i think she likes it!ā and he ends up being right too.. š
or when he goes shopping without you and he sees something he thinks youād like, and it ends up being something youāve been wanting for the past few weeks?? at this point he might be reading your mindā¦
this also makes him the best gift giver ever! it couldāve been something you barely mentioned before bed, but he made a point to remember it and surprises you with it.Ā
he also likes to make you little gadgets that you never wouldāve even thought of but are so helpful. one day you walk into your bathroom and leoās sitting there polishing his newest project, and he tells you itās a towel heater he made for you???Ā
leo absolutely loves your family and will do everything in his power to build a close relationship with them. he knows how happy it makes you and he also just genuinely enjoys their company too! ooh and if you have siblings, especially if theyāre younger, he just adores them to deathā¦UGH heās so so good with kids.Ā
whenever he buys you flowers, he also buys some for your mom too!! and considering his mechanic skills, he loves to work with your dad with his car/whatever needs fixing around the houseĀ šš your parents basically treat him like their own son and leo feels so incredibly lucky to have you guys in his life.Ā
this guyās your #1 hype man + your personal tripod. when heās taking your picture heās literally screaming compliments behind the camera while suggesting poses for you to do š heās just so silly like that! and then when you post it, heās up in the comments like āi took these whereās my creditĀ š¤Øš¤ØāĀ
you guys are at each otherās cabins so often that no oneās ever fazed when youāre at the door. theyāre just like āwhoās at the door?ā ājust y/n again.āĀ
and his siblings absolutely love you to death. they see how happy you make him and they love you for it. but theyāre also strangely protective of you too. when you and leo get into those rare arguments theyāre always like āwhatād you do this timeĀ š¤Ø?ā to him LMAOĀ
ugh but your younger siblings and his younger siblings all look up to you guys like youāre the pinnacle of love. itās genuinely so sweet,, they always talk about how they want a relationship like you two when theyāre olderĀ
dancing in the refrigerator light but in bunker 9 under his workbench light.
i like to believe that leo always has music playing when he works, so when a good dancing song comes on, heāll drop whatever heās doing to dance with you.Ā
sometimes itāll be a song where you guys are just silently slow dancing together or itās a song that has you two jumping up and down going crazy. the duality of his playlist!Ā
i just KNOW that at some point in your relationship, leo makes you a promise ring gjkdslfsl and i bet the stone has some sort of significance to you guys.
sometimes when you canāt wear it on your finger, youāll string it onto your chb necklace and he just gets so giddy knowing that you care that much about it š£
SPEAKING THROUGH MORSE CODE WITH HIM?? specifically when youāre in bed, both are too tired to talk, so you feel him tap āi love youā against your skin and you send the message back.Ā
can we all collectively agree that leo is like the most perfect boyfriend ever?? šš thanks!
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in every other life- s.r.
a/n: my soul is in this mf fic. there's a lil sexual tension lol! this is a behemoth of pining. so much fucking pining. this guy needs you like air wtf!! ALSO the poem is from a book, the lover's dictionary by david levithan. summary: the love of spencer's life is also his best friend, and she goes on a few dates. he does not handle it well, internally. ft. metaphysics by our dear genius boy. wc: 3.3k (holy shit)
While he recognizes that no direct injustice has actually been done to him, he canāt help but feel that itās so unfair.Ā
Because Spencer had never actually wanted much of anyone, actually. He was too much of a child through his entire education, and heād found anyone that heād even consider had almost instantly had dismissed him. Heād grown used to a life where companionship wasnāt a desire that crossed his mind.Ā
But he wanted her.Ā
His lovely friend, his coworker, who was the kind of lovely that it feels unfair youād ever have to take your eyes off of. Sheās the best person heās ever met, the sort of wonderful you read about but never convince yourself youāll ever see. He knows the shape of her, has her form memorized from watching, waiting for her to step into the office every day. Ā
It was only a matter of time until he wasnāt the only one with his eye on her.Ā
Sheās actually absurdly easy to want. Thereās nights where they watch something, often what he picked, Doctor Who or some other science fiction which would be great if he could focus on anything but her. Her warm disposition ruminating his too-small apartment with a kind of light that follows his every movement. Heād adore her even if she wasnāt, but itās impossible to ignore how beautiful she is- the kind of pretty that you hardly expect to see in real life.Ā
āHey you,ā her so-sweet voice is what breaks him out of his daydreaming, and he looks up at her lovely face smiling down at him. Fondness seeps through her tone, and itās everything he can do not to preen that her first thought at seeing him is one of pleasure.Ā
āHey back,ā he says, greeting her with a warm grin of his own. āHow was your weekend?ā
Itās a calculated question.Ā
She had canceled their weekly movie night. Heād tried not to look too disappointed, like the idea of her next to him on his couch, of her nimble fingers raking through his unkempt hair while something nice, but far less wonderful than his company played in the background wasnāt all that was keeping him going. These days, and he knows itās likely delusion, that she sometimes seems to gaze back at him with a similar sort of desperation, hooded eyes and tenderness.Ā
Itās a liminal space, those nights. How can people be two things at once? You cannot be both in love and not. In the low-light of his place, under his blanket- itās like Schrodingerās experiment. She canāt love him like a friend and more at the same time- it resists the laws of physics. She is his best friend, a fact he knows as sure as gravity and the elements, and believing anymore than that- itās asserting an impossibility.Ā
When theyāre alone together, though. It seems like the impossible exists.Ā
But sheād canceled it, something she hadnāt done for the months theyād been engaging in their little tradition. So there had to be a reason. She sits next to him, her desk next to his.Ā
She looks a little disheveled, only in an adorable way- but a little like sheās been busy, like her flow is disrupted.
āIt was good! I finally went out with that guy Penelopeās been begging me to let her set me up with.ā
Itās all that he can do not to freeze up.Ā
Penelope has been trying to get her to go out with her friend Ben, which Spencer thinks is a stupid name, by the way, and secretly heād been so, so pleased when she had brushed off the invite. Itās a dangerous thing, hope. He tries not to have too much of it, tries to savor the thought of her, of more for moments of particular vulnerability. Itās treacherous, to want her the way he does. He knows he canāt let himself feel it all the way.Ā
And logistically- romance is not a reason for a valid reason for him to be panicking the way he is, but all he can think about is the physics. Two opposite things cannot be true at the same time.Ā
āYou know, studies suggest that even now, the majority of couples are meeting in person or through friends over any other medium.āĀ
It hurts to say. Sheās part of a couple, one half a whole that he doesnāt complete.Ā
āSeriously? Iād have thought itād changed by now. I guess itās safer to date someone you know.ā
Sheād date someone she knew? Is that what she prefers?Ā
āHow did it go?ā He hears Emily ask, and this conversation is already the bane of his existence.
āGuys, it really wasnāt a big deal! We got dinner, it was just a little thing.ā
Spencer isnāt experienced in dating, but he does know that dinner is a serious date. Coffee is a smaller thing, but dinner-
Dinner means she got pretty for him. Probably picked out a dress for the evening, spent time on a carefully manicured look. Spent hours of her precious, rare, time on him.Ā
Itās not fair how much he fucking hates this guy.Ā
āDinner is not nothing!ā Penelope squeals, and he would love to share in her excitement, except it kind of feels like a piece of his heart is being shredded.Ā
āDinner means coming up to my place, have coffee, oh look who doesnāt have her hair done-ā
Please kill me, he thinks. Please.Ā
āOh, that definitely did not happen.ā
Thank god.Ā
Except he canāt miss her flush, how her expression shifts- and he has the sickening feeling heād be hearing that guyās name again.Ā
When they all settle around the table, her doe eyes focused on gruesome images that were the exact antithesis of her spirit, he couldnāt help but feel that even if it hurt, there was finality.Ā
The cat was out of the box. Two things cannot be true at once, and so only one is- she does not love him, at least not the way he does.Ā
Ben, is not in fact, going away.Ā
If he had more willpower or self-preservation, Spencer would keep his distance from her, but the truth of it is that as much as he wants to be the person she turns to, her smile is most of why he can stand his job anymore.Ā
Itās a Tuesday, and everyone is grumbling about being pulled in early in the morning, but heās just happy to have a reason to leave the house.
āSpence!ā He hears her excited voice carry, the pretty sound picking his ears up at once. āI got you coffee. Itās hazelnut, and itās like, 90% sugar. Youāre gonna love it.ā
She beams at him, and he takes it in his hands. Their hands brush, and he tries so hard not to notice how soft her hands are. Her name is on the cup, and an unconsenting fantasy of her name meaning that heās hers creeps into his mind before he can bat it away. Ā
But her cup says Ben.Ā
āThanks,ā he says her name, tries to sound measured and friendly. āCoffee date?ā
She preens, and god, if this guy doesnāt get how lucky he is it might be thing thing that actually sends him over the edge after all these years.
āJust a quick thing, we were just in the same place and he bought me a coffee, Iād already gotten yours.ā
If thereās two roles he can fill and he doesnāt get to pick, if heās stuck with friends, heās gonna be great at it, and heās gonna be grateful. Because knowing her is a grace in itself, the kind of thing you should could yourself so lucky to have.Ā
āHe sounds like a great guy,ā he hears himself say, āIām glad youāre doing this.ā
Itās the right thing to say. Heās sure of it. The thing heās not sure of is why the smile she offers him doesnāt reach her eyes.Ā
The next time he notices the cracks in their relationship, itās when theyāre out. Sheād suggested this bookstore-cafe kind of thing, and heād jumped at the thought, all of his favorite things in one afternoon. Heād felt foolish spending so much time picking out his outfit out, wearing the blazer sheād once complimented-heād actually stuttered so hard in thanks that Morgan laughed for a full minute when she left the room- but she always looked beautiful, and he knows he sometimes pales in comparison.Ā
āOh, I love this one!ā She thumbs over the spine of a thin book of poetry. Sheās wearing a forest green sweater that hugs her frame, and a bracelet hangs on her delicate wrist. He loves looking at her, though he tries to conceal it. His goal of being a supportive friend includes trying not to make it that known how gone for her he is.Ā
āI donāt read too much poetry,ā he admits, āBut Iām sure you have excellent taste.āĀ
Her keen eyes skim through the pages intently, clearly seeking out a specific passage before stopping, gaze alight with recognition.Ā
Her tone is molasses-sweet when she begins reading, and his heart skips a beat.
āWhen I say be my lover,ā her voice hitches, reverent of the quote and he is reverent of her, ā I donāt mean āletās have an affair. I donāt mean Sleep with me. I donāt mean Be my secret. I want us to go back to that root. I want you to be the one who loves me. I want to be the one who loves you.ā
It feels impossible to look away from her, doe eyes practically sparkling in the low light of the shop, and there it is. His heartās in his throat. Of all the things you could have told Spencer heād experience, hearing her lovely voice wrap around the words be my lover in hushed tone, in sacred sweetness, would never ever be one heād guess.Ā
Heās not sure how he feels about the multiverse theory, but right now, he can feel all the versions of himself pressing right up against him. Can see into lives he doesnāt get to live, lifetimes where his love isnāt a buried, worn-out tattered thing to keep his ever-frigid chest warm. Versions of himself that in this very moment can smile back at her, warm and open and kind, and kiss her perfect smile.Ā
Because he would be her lover. He would come home to her, spend the rest of his life building a home that she could fitĀ into. Itād be easy, actually. Sheās easy to imagine- nights of laughing in a shared kitchen, evenings where her company is a fine wine, sipped at leisure with the comfort of knowing itās never going to slip from your grasp.Ā
āI like that,ā he says, voice too vulnerable for his own good, eyes unable to tear from the eye contact. āI really like that.āĀ
In the root of it, he already is her lover. He is the one who loves her. Sheās just not his.Ā
It comes to a head on a Friday. Itās a few weeks from he book shop, and the air feels heavier between them now. The last handful of Fridays heās sat with the ghost of what used to be their plans, empty time lingering where in itsā place used to be her company.Ā
He doesnāt know if sheās been with Ben. He tries not to think about it.Ā
The sound of her voice lingers in his mind, sweet and bitter in his mind like old lemon candy, the kind his mother would save for special occasions. Heād spend any amount of money he had to hear her lovely voice say those words to him out of the context of a poem.Ā
At work, they seem almost normal. Like one of them wasnāt desperately in love with the other; like a genius and his lovely, incredibly empathetic, kind best friend. In the field, their actions flow together seamlessly. She is always the first to listen and to understand (and god, isnāt it intoxicating to have someone meet you in understanding) and there is nothing to suspect is off.
But thereās still a cloud lingering. The poem- the soft melody of her voice curling around the words, the request of it all, the way she had sounded so wanting- and then, thereās Ben.Ā
She doesnāt mention Ben to him, of course, but Penelope does. Penelope, all bows and bright colors and cheeriness keeps bringing the absolute worst news to Spencer with a smile on her face.Ā
Heās taking her out for drinks! Oh, heās reading her favorite book, do you know what it is?
This anger isnāt an emotion that heās familiar with. A roar of possessiveness, the bite of it not tempered at all by rationality. Has he touched her?
It seems almost a tradition at this point when she shakes him out of his jealous storm of thought.
āSpence?ā she muses, āYou alright?ā Theyāre alone at his desk, everyone having fled for their own evening and weekend plans. This was one of the Fridays that she had agreed to spend with him, and he wonders if heāll be able to handle the scent of her shampoo so close after such a lapse of the sensation. Will all of his judgement go where he canāt follow?
āYeah,ā he says, tucking his papers into his bag, āIām excited for tonight.ā
His place is actually a short walk from the office. Heād been embarrassed to show her the place at first. Itās all function over fashion, and a bit cramped, but sheād looked at as though it was made of something more, something good. She didnāt even tease him. It had actually been her idea, to start these movie nights.Ā
Ironic, really.Ā
The walk was pleasant, the weather a little frigid but still nice, and she looks beautiful under the setting sun. Itās incredible to him, how her lashes catch the light and make her irises look like polished stained glass. His favorite color. Through the looking glass of another life, he sees a version of himself that gathers her up in his arms. In this daydream, she grants him one of her smiles that seems to carry itsā own light, and leans into his body like itās the only thing that keeps her steady. Itās so clear. On the other side of the veil, he kisses her reddening nose, and keeps her warm himself.Ā
In the here and now, Her coat is long, and hangs low by her ankles. Itās an elegant thing, like the woman who wears it, and Spencer would be grateful for a lifetime of just looking.They stop in front of his door, some invisible force stopping him from entering.Ā
She sheds the coat inside his home. It smells like the candle she got him for his birthday, a reminder of her grace. Heās saved a bottle of wine for them, a sweet thing for the sweetest thing heās known.Ā
āIām sorry,ā she speaks the warmth of the beverage on her tongue, and it should feel abrupt but it doesnāt.
āWhat for?ā He canāt imagine what she would have to apologize for.Ā
āI know things have beenā¦off between us,ā she says carefully, considering the phrasing of each word. He watches her with a reverence, his hazel eye brimming with affection with nowhere to go. āYouāve been so great through it.ā
Her legs are thrown across his own, and sheās dangerously close to sitting in his lap, but not exactly. Heās missed having her this close, the last time sheād been in his orbit was before sheād had reason to be gone. She smells floral. He fights With limited filtering through his already treacherous mind he thinks, He canāt take this from me. I still get her like this.Ā
āIām not entirely sure what it is.āĀ
She slowly shuts her eyes, go for a moment to somewhere he canāt follow. Her cheeks are rosy from the cold.Ā
āThis whole Ben thing.ā
āOh.ā
Logically, it always had to come back to this. Someone else had the good fortune to know her like this, to be the person she reads poetry to in deep meaning to.Ā
Heās been stealing moments from someone whoās not his to take them from.Ā
āI donāt even know how I wanted you to react.ā she murmurs, staring at the rim of her glass.Ā
āI just want you to be happyā His voice is something low, grit in the sound of it. His hand rests on her thigh. Thereās warmth blanketing the room and he wants to kiss her. He wants to kiss her all the time.Ā
She laughs, but itās not her normal laugh. Itās tinny and a little bitter. He pushes his luck, and reaches out to brush the side of her face, moving the hair but still holding her face. Her breath smells like strawberry wine and temptation.Ā
It feels different tonight. Low light and tension that could be sliced with wire. Every part of her is in reach, and something in the air makes all of this talk of relativity, of physics, moot.Ā
Like maybe heās not in the only world they donāt end up together.Ā
Her face is warm and soft under his touch and he loves the sight of her. Heās never touched her like this. Every point of contact feels electric, addicting.Ā
āWhat is it? The Ben thing?ā He doesnāt know what heās expecting to hear. What he wants, is for her to tell him that it doesnāt matter anymore, that she picks him-
āI only went out with him the once.ā
āWhat?ā
āI told Penelope I was still going because it made her happy and she said I couldnāt keep going to your apartment and reading you poetry and call that romance.ā
Romance?Ā
Wasnāt it romance, though?Ā
Her eyes widen in something akin to horror.Ā
āShit, Spence- Iām sorry, that is so fucked of me to say-ā
āYou,ā he tries to say calmly, āarenāt going out with Ben.ā
She blinks.Ā
āNo?ā
He has spent so much time living in other lives, existing in the minds of versions of himself he wasnāt lucky enough to be. Drinking coffee imagine a life colored in her presence, falling asleep yearning for the presence of something lighter than what he has to carry.Ā
He canāt exist in two places. That was the entire basis of the experiment.Ā
He moves his other hand to hold hers, and somehow sheās shifted to being on top of him, and he looks up at her with unwavering desire.Ā
Spencer isnāt good at wanting people, but it comes naturally with her. Less of an action and more an urge, a course of motion to which he is at the mercy of. This is what leads him to close the gap between them, and kiss her. ItāsĀ
Her delicate fingers run through his hair, and she canāt be close enough, please, and he could spend the rest of his life kissing her, actually. He probably will spend the rest of his life thinking about the soft sigh he pulls out of her.Ā
āI want it to be me,ā he manages to say through shallow breath, still so close that his lips brush hers every other word, āI want to be the one you pick. I want it to be me.ā His hazel eyes seem to shift in the moment, swirling with emotion.Ā
She brushes a lock of his overgrown hair out of his face. He normally shaves when he sees her, but heād been so busy that heād forgotten, and felt embarrassed of it now. That is, until she runs her index finger along the edge of his jawline.
Itās then she leans down and kisses him again, pliant and good, his hands around her waist. He breathes a prayer into her mouth, one that hopes that she never ever comes to her senses about him.Ā
āSpence,ā she says, her voice golden silk, a kindness.Ā āThere was never anyone else to pick.āĀ
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wtf is dracula daily?
iāve seen a couple people ask this question on my posts about it, so i thought iād go ahead and clear it up here!
ok so, the classic horror novel ādraculaā is an epistolary novel - that means itās told via letters, diary entries, ship logs, and news articles. (technically the termĀ āepistolary novelā refers to works told solely through letters or emails, but many have expanded it to mean any work that is told via in-universe documents, hence why diaries and logs often get included as well.Ā āfrankensteinā is another classic example; the whole framing device is robert walton is recounting the story he heard from victor to his sister via letter. a modern example would be āseveral people are typing,ā which is told via slack messages, orĀ āthe perks of being a wallflower,ā which is told via letters from charlie to his anonymous pen pal, which is functionally more like youāre reading his diary.)
because of the nature of the narrative, we actually know the exact day nearly everything in dracula happens - the letters, news articles, diary entries, etc. are all dated.
ādracula dailyā is a substack project where the novel is broken up into parts, with people who are subscribed to the project getting emails every day something in dracula happens - for example, the novel opens with jonathan harkerās journal entry on may 3, so on may 3, subscribers are emailed that entry. the action of dracula takes place from may 3 - november 6, plus an epilogue set some years later. the project started in 2021 (i think), but fucking BLEW UP in 2022, and theyāre doing it again this year! lots of us are very excited - especially people like me who fell behind last time.
why not just read the book?
valid! due to some parts of dracula being told out of chronological order, dracula daily does reorder some things. for example, the first section of dracula is told entirely from jonathan harkerās pov, then the second section switches the pov to mina murray. their sections have some overlap in the timeline, so dracula daily jumps back and forth between their perspectives.
if you want to read the book as bram stoker intended, dracula daily may not be for you. but for a lot of people (myself included!), it breaks up a very long text into easily digestible chunks (....mostly. there is one entry that is 10k words), and the fact that itās a big project means there are a lot of people reading along with you.
i think thereās also something valuable about experience the slow revelation of wtf is going on along with the characters. the book which you might otherwise get through in a few days is stretched out into months of suspense and agony as you wait for the other shoe to drop, and itās great.
plus, the whiplash betweenĀ ājonathan harkerās neverending horrorā vsĀ ālucy is basically on the bacheloretteā that you get in dracula daily is very very funny.
how do i sign up?
right here! and if you sign up and fall behind in the emails, no worries - the dracula daily website posts past entries so you can catch up.
what if i prefer audiobooks?
have i got great news for you!
like i mentioned before, i couldnāt keep up with the emails last year. part of it is that it is much easier for me to focus on an audiobook or keep up with a podcast than it is for me to sit down and read, especially with longer entries.
this year, there is going to be a podcast titledĀ āre: draculaā that was inspired by dracula daily. every episode will be a dracula daily entry, with a full voice cast! (seriously, if you listen to british podcasts, you will recognize some of these names. the magnus archives and wooden overcoats girlies are WINNING.) you can find that here.
there is also a podcast calledĀ ācryptic canticlesā that has an already-completed audiodrama of dracula that iām told is also extremely good, and was also broken up by date. you can find that here.
why do i keep hearing about paprika/the boyfriend squad/lizard fashion/cowboys?
youāll see.
oh god am i gonna hear about this nerd shit for the rest of the year
yes. sorry.
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DOMESTIC! ABBY
CW: modern au. fluff. not proofread.
ź« domestic abby who always sets her alarm before you so she can make you the most delicious breakfast
ź« domestic abby who always asks to stay five more minutes with you in bed, just cuddling. Your hands brushing her hair, either undoing her braid or burhsing it to untangle it.
ź« domestic abby who always gives 'good morning kisses' on your temple
ź« domestic abby who always wakes up with the sleepiest face ever, all chubby and confused(? Yeah, that one
ź« domestic abby who drives you everywhere and goes outside for you if you're not in the mood but need to get something done or buy something
ź« domestic abby who makes sure to give you the most breath taking kiss before you leave to work
ź« domestic abby who never leaves you alone if you work from home?!?!?!
ź« domestic abby who hooks her chin in the crook of your neck and then puts her arms around you to beg you to take a break because you've been working all day nonstop and it's not good for you
ź« domestic abby who begs you to sleep when she picks you up from work. Swearing she'd hear anything you need to say once you're home because she needs you to rest
ź« domestic abby who hates seeing your stressed face even while you're sleeping and has internal wars with herself on what to do to make that disappear
ź« domestic abby who always makes sure you eat and sleep and rest. Sending you messages whenever you're at work, calling you if you have time.
ź« domestic abby who always makes sure the house is clean and tidy so you have to do nothing but work (she still thinks you do so much more than her)
ź« domestic abby who doesn't go to bed without you, who doesn't take naps if you don't, who doesn't eat if you don't. She absolutely adores taking care of you and be part of your wellbeing :(
ź« domestic abby who religiously has to rest on Sundays. Who makes sure there's always a show you'd like to watch and never ever peeks at the plot or the chapters or anything if she's not with you even when she's dying to get the minimum spoiler (hates not knowing wtf comes next)
ź« domestic abby who feels super extremely ridiculously tired after eating and sometimes begs you to take a longer break just to take the smallest nap with her.
ź« domestic abby who loves just cuddling and hearing you ramble and talk nonstop about anything (she always pays attention and remembers all details)
ź« domestic abby who adores resting her head on your stomach to let you brush her hair (loves more than anything scalp massages)
ź« domestic abby who love languages are acts of service and physical contact ofc
ź« domestic abby who feels so ashamed whenever you spoil her bcs wtf why would you do that if she does nothing at all and you do everything(??!?!?!?!?!
ź« domestic abby who always takes pictures of you working or walking towards the car after a looong day. Who's camera is full of pics of u and stuff related to u
ź« domestic abby who loves just staying in pijama all day
ź« domestic abby who secretly gets baby fever very very very often
ź« domestic abby who always talks about you, who always goes to the supermarket thinking 'what does the wife need?'
ź« domestic abby who always brings u snacks whenever she goes out (loves food with her soul that's a fact)
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