#but tomorrow is another day and friday another day and another day and another

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Hi could I please order this:

Lando Norris, Thick Crust, Red Sauce, Garlic, BBQ Chicken, Sun-dried tomatoes, Root beer, Water, Mango Smoothie, Yes

And could you maybe add a little age gap in there if that's possible. Thank you. 😌

AN: Kinda embassing I did this big ole thing saying 'IM BACK" and then proceeded not to actually be back. Anyways I'm writing this Friday the 10th so as you can see I am preparing myself. I don't know if Im back for sure for sure to be 100% honest my mental health has been declining and my drive to write has been lack. I have tomorrow off and I plan to write most of the day to get ahead of posts!

TW: daddy kink, kinda "ditzy" reader, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk, creampie, slight edging talk, sugar daddy (KINDA)

WC: 1.4k

thick crust sugar daddy red sauce rough sex garlic "I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy with my cum" BBQ chicken “Gonna let me cum in you? I know you wanna have my baby” sun dried tomatoes "Gonna look so pretty pregnant" root beer daddy kink water breeding kink mango smoothie baby trapping dessert yes served by Lando Norris

Y/N POV

"Lando, are we done at the shops?" I ask softly as we exit another shop Lando had managed to convince me to go into on our day out.

"What's got you in such a hurry?" Lando asks back smirk clearly knowing exactly what I'm wanting.

"Don't tease. You spent all morning between my thighs without release," I reply back in a low whisper making sure no one walking the Monaco streets can hear the very private conversation.

"Who's to say I'm gonna give you that release now," Lando says with a teasing smirk while we continued to walk towards where we had parked the car.

"Cause whether you admit it or not, you love watching me cum," I say with a smirk while opening the door to the McLaren and hoping in. Once I was seated in the passenger seat Lando leans down popping his head into the car before placing a small kiss on my lips.

"I do love watching the way your eyes roll into the back of your head when you cum for me," Lando whispers against my lips making me whine slightly and try to lean into Lando's lips for another kiss but he's pulling away slowly with a small laugh falling from his lips.

"You'll have to wait baby," Lando says in a teasing voice while closing the car door and making his way to the driver's side.

When we finally make it to Lando's apartment I'm unbuckling and ready to hope out the car before Lando had even put the car fully in park.

"Such a whore you're in this much of a hurry?" Lando says with a smirk making me roll my eyes and jump out of the car before rounding it to Lando's side and pulling him towards me.

Once Lando and I standing chest to chest my hands quickly find the back of his neck as I try to pull him towards me.

"Please daddy," I whine still trying to pull him towards me.

"Let's get inside the apartment first," Lando whispered back starting to show signs of being turned on.

We both quickly make our way up to the apartment my hand never leaving his and when we get inside the apartment Lando quickly has me pushed up against the door.

"Fuck, you look so fucking good in this dress," Lando groans against my lips while running his hands up and down my thighs.

"Thanks daddy, you bought it," I whisper back while letting a teasing laugh fall from my lips before finally pulling Lando in for the kiss I had been wanting for all day.

I moan into the kiss when I feel Lando's tongue tangle into mine. When Lando's hands wrap around the back of my thighs I jump into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist and letting him carry me into his bedroom.

“Gonna let me cum in you tonight? I know you wanna have my baby,” Lando groans against my lips making me whimper and nod.

While all of this had started as a friends with benefits with a bit of a sugar daddy twist we had quickly fallen into a routine that became clear we were each other's person and more than just a friend. Now being together for more than two years we have finally been able to play into our breeding kink.

"Please daddy. I wanna feel your cum filling up my pussy," I whimper back into his mouth. I can feel Lando grinding into my core through our clothes making me whimper.

"Please daddy, I can't take anymore teasing," I whine trying to grind my hips into him harder.

Lando finally sits up a bit and pulls his shirt off before pulling my dress up and off my body with a bit of my help. When he sees that I'm not wearing a bra or any panties under my dress Lando can't help the moan that leaves his lips.

"My pretty slut. You walked around all day letting your pussy juices drip down your thighs all day," Lando says with a smirk while letting his fingers lightly trail over my hardened nipple.

"You had me too flustered after this morning," I admit sheepishly trying to burry my face into his neck but Lando holds me back making sure I can see his smirk, before he plants a soft his on my lips before letting them trail down my jaw and neck.

"Oh Lan," I moan softly when his mouth finds one of my nipples. This only encourages Lando travel farther down my body and once his mouth finally touches my throbbing clit I can't the moan I let out.

"Fuck, already so wet for me," Lando says with a smirk while running his fingers through my drenched fold before dipping two of his thick fingers into my desperate hole.

"So good," I moan loudly when Lando's fingers graze my G-spot at the same time his tongue takes a long lick at my clit.

It didn't take long for Lando to bring me close to the edge given all the teasing Lando had put me through this morning. I knew he wasn't gonna let me cum that easy but I can't help the loud whine I let out when he pulls away from my desperate pussy.

"Lando, please! I need to cum," I whine trying to grind my hips up trying to get some kind of stimulation.

Lando finally gives into my pleas because he stands up for a split second to pull off his pants and boxers before climbing back into the bed and almost instantly running the hard tip of his thick cock through my folds before pushing in filling me up completely.

"Fuck, gonna look so pretty pregnant," Lando grunts while fucking into me at a harder pace clearly thinking about what I may look like when I get pregnant with his kids.

"Fuck daddy, harder," I moan arching my back off the bed slightly, letting Lando hit my G-spot at the new angle he is fucking me at.

"Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me. Tryna milk all my cum huh?" Lando grunts out teasing me slightly only driving me even closer to the edge.

"Yes daddy! Please can I cum," I beg feeling tears start to well up in my eyes from holding back from cumming for so long.

"Cum for me and then beg for my cum," Lando grunts making me whimper before I feel his fingers start to tease my clit throwing me over the edge almost instantly.

"Oh fuck, thank you daddy!" I cry out in a moan feeling my orgasm come in waves while Lando continues to milk every last bit of pleasure out of my body.

"Please fill me up with your cum," I beg softly letting my post orgasm haze set in. I can feel Lando's thrusts start to shutter before I feel one final thrust deep into my pussy and Lando filling me up with his warm cum.

"Mm, thank you, Lan," I mumble pulling Lando in for another kiss moaning when I feel one final rope shoot into my pussy.

"I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy with my cum," Lando teases while pulling out of my pussy making me whimper slightly when I feel my pussy clench around nothing.

Lando quickly collects some of the cum from my leaking pussy before fucking it back into my pussy. I whimper when he grazes my G-spot before slipping his fingers out and teasing my clit for a split second before pulling away.

Lando leans down over my body and places a few soft kisses along my face before finding my lips.

"I love you," Lando tells me softly against my lips making me smile softly.

"I love you too!" I say back with a bright smile starting to spread across my face.

Lando climbs out of bed and finds a a clean towel coming back into the room and softly cleaning me up while he praises me for doing to good.

Once he's cleaned me up enough he grabs a pair of clean boxers and throws them on while finding one of his shirts and making his way back to the bed and helping put it on me.

Once we both get settled into bed I can help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me.

"Will you finally move in officially?" Lando asks softly while running his fingers through my hair.

"Only when you finally get me pregnant," I tease with a smirk on my face. Lando just rolls his eyes and laughs lightly.

[elvensorceress]

monday snippet

had a few tags for things from some lovely people 😘 and I now have 12K+ and counting of a sequel to snickerdoodles... so have some of Eddie arriving in Texas @tizniz @hippolotamus @eddiebabygirldiaz @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @spaceprincessem @spotsandsocks @kejfeblintz @smilingbuckley @sofa-king-lame @chaosandwolves @smilingbuckley @kitty-covey @bekkachaos @blutterlie @sazanahashi @livinginsunnyhell @epicbuddieficrecs @sparklespiff @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @dangerpronebuddie 💕

He walks to the house, up the porch steps, and knocks on the door. After a good two minutes with no answer, he rings the bell. It’s another minute or so before the door opens to his mother in her gray apron. 

“Oh. Eddie. You made it,” she says flatly and he can’t tell if she’s annoyed at the interruption or just displeased to see him. Or if she was hoping to hear about a plane crash somewhere over Arizona with no survivors. “I thought you were coming next week.” 

“I—” No. He texted her. He called and talked to her. Briefly, but he wasn’t the one who hung up and rushed off to do something. He’s pretty sure he did. He did. He knows he did. His brain isn’t that much of a sieve. “No, today. It was always today.” He opens his arms but doesn’t step forward. Just in case she doesn’t want to hug him. “It’s good to see you?” It sounds like a question but he really can’t help that. 

She hums dismissively, looks at his offer, but doesn’t accept. Which doesn’t mean anything. His mother was never all that affectionate. But some people aren’t. Some people don’t care for it. Doesn’t mean anything. “Yes,” she says in a way that sounds like anything but. “This isn’t a good time.”

Eddie drops his arms. What the hell does that mean? 

“I’m in the middle of making dinner. And Christopher is doing his homework.” 

“Okay?” Eddie doesn’t know how that means it isn’t a good time. Not a good time for what? Him being here? He’s not company. He grew up here. He’s tidied and cleaned everything in the house at least ten thousand times. She doesn’t have to make small talk and host him. “I can help. Whatever you’re doing.”

She waves that off and smiles like it’s funny. “That’s all right. It’ll be faster if I do it myself and the kitchen is no place for you.” 

Because it’s her kitchen? Or because she thinks he can’t cook? Or because she looks at him like he’s still a child? Or he's a man who shouldn’t be doing ~women’s~ chores? It could be any one of those. Or every one of them. “Can I just see Chris then? I won’t be in the way. You don’t have to do anything for me.”

“Eddie,” she says and her voice gets sterner. Colder. “It’s not a good time right now. Why don’t you come back— hmm, we have activities tomorrow and your father is taking him out after school. How about on Wednesday? Or Friday? That would be better. You could come over then.”

He could— come over then? Then? He could wait days and then see Chris? They’re busy today and tomorrow and he’s supposed to wait around and do nothing? “You don’t have to feed me or host me. I just want to see my son.”

“Christopher is doing his homework right now. You’ll only distract him.”

Distract him? Eddie, Chris’ father, is a distraction? “I can help him with his homework.”

That earns him a disapproving scowl. “It won’t help him learn if you are doing the work for him.”

“I know that,” he almost snaps. It’s far too close to it. Which will not help. She’ll scold him if he’s angry. He would’ve been sent to his room and ignored, and it was awful when she wouldn’t talk to him and was disappointed in him. He tries to take a breath. Shove it down. Put it away. “You think I don’t know that he needs to learn for himself? Mom, I’m not—”

She puts her hands up but doesn’t touch him. She wants to quiet him. Because he’s the one who is overemotional and unreasonable. “It’s best if you don’t distract him while he’s working. You’ll only upset him if he sees you now. Now is not the time. He needs to finish his school work first.”

Okay. Sure. Maybe. 

Would Chris really be upset to see him? No, they haven’t exactly worked through or resolved anything. They need to. Obviously. Hence Eddie in the middle of this whole situation. But they’ve had conversations. Would Eddie really be detrimental to Chris functioning? 

Why wouldn’t he be. Hasn’t he always been that to everyone? 

“I— I flew all the way here,” he says. It’s quiet, tempered, but desperation and anguish are difficult monsters to conceal. “I’m moving here.”

“Then you’ll have plenty of opportunities to see him when it’s a better time.” 

A better time? “What do you mean a better time? I won’t bother you. I’m not going to distract him. I can’t have two minutes with him?” It’s angry. It sounds too angry. Too cracked. Unstable.

She steps forward onto the porch and closes the door behind her, clearly blocking him from the house and anything inside. “Is that what’s best for your son? Or what’s best for you? Are you thinking about his needs at all or only what you want?”

There’s no air in Eddie’s lungs. There might not be blood in his body for all he knows. He swallows hard and it’s rocks and dryness and everything hurts. He won’t see Chris. He can’t see Chris. She’s not going to let him. What can he do? Is there anything he can do? Besides make it worse? 

“Okay,” he says quietly and feels like he’s maybe ten years old and two feet tall. “I’ll come back on Wednesday.”

“Good. Thank you for finally choosing Christopher instead of yourself.” She turns and shuts the front door behind her, and leaves Eddie on the porch all alone without another word. 

No invite for a visit. No invite to dinner. No “good to see you, how are you.” He can’t help, he’s not allowed.

No Chris. 

What in the actual hell just happened? 

[fandom-lover2]

Hope To Stay A While, Just Till The Rain Stops

Chapter Four - Pajama Parties Are More Fun When You're Invited

Word Count - 1865

-image not mine-

Chapter Three - This Is Why We Don't Have Knives At The Table

My eyes snapped open, my body jolting as something let off a loud bang.

What the hell was happening?

Then, it sounded like thunder, or something some form of stomping at least. And voices, angry voices. Loud, angry voices.

I rolled over, squinting at my digital clock on my desk.

2.05 am glared back at me in red.

I rolled over again, trying to get comfortable on my preferred side of sleeping.

Thunder again, and the voices were louder this time. Why was I cursed to live in a house of only men?

Screw this shit. I had an exam tomorrow.

Yanking my sheet off myself, I slipped out of bed and stormed to my bedroom door, yanking it open and marching towards the voices.

After Bruce had, without my consent, enrolled me into Gotham Academy, the pressure was on. Even under the guise of a visiting relative of Alfred’s, because I refused to be involved in the Gotham elite society, the expectation to achieve perfect grades and be involved in rich people sports was one I had to shoulder.

Etiquette Monday and Thursday, tennis on Tuesday, horse riding on Wednesday and Friday, archery Saturday. And I still needed to study, do homework and assignments, and attend parties to keep up appearances.

I was running on fumes and about 5 seconds away from running back to Central City. Now, I had to deal with this?!

Oh no. No no no no. I was getting another 4 hours of sleep, if I had to kill whoever the hell was screaming to get it.

The voices were getting louder and louder as I headed to the main floor, the kitchen specifically.

An odd place for a domestic screaming match but hey, this family was fucking weird.

I’m 80% sure Tim died last week, his combination of Red Bull and black coffee that he chugged in 30 seconds flat no doubt doing some damage.

Not to mention Damian, who was literally a little psychopath. I walked in on him waving around a sword last week. And not a fencing sword, a real ass Japanese sword.

Jason was never around, other than to sneak into the library or have screaming matches with Bruce when he was caught. He always looked like he was in deep physical pain, and avoided me like I had some disease. He would literally walk out of a room if I entered it.

And Dick, dude was just a mess. He was crying about an elephant the other day, and last month did a whole circus trapeze routine in the living room, using the chandelier.

And Bruce doesn’t even blink at any of it! He and Alfred act like this is normal!

Well, I was over this family thinking they were a functional system. It ended today, with a good night’s sleep.

If I wasn’t so fueled by the rage, the volume at which Bruce and Jason were yelling would have probably stopped me from entering the kitchen, but I was seeing red and nearing sleep deprivation.

“Can you all shut the fuck up!” I rounded the corner into the kitchen and froze.

Alfred, my father, Jason and Dick stood in the kitchen, Alfred and my oldest brother looking like they were trying to break something up before it turned physical.

Now, either I was too tired, or something was very wrong with my vision, because my father was dressed as Batman.

I looked at them, they looked at me. Tim and Damian stuck their heads around the other doorway at the opposite end of the kitchen, both dressed up in vigilant attire I’d seen Red Robin and Robin wore. Dick and Jason were also dressed, Nightwing and Red Hood respectfully.

Suddenly, everything made so much more sense. Bruce’s constant state of looking exhausted despite only ever working and then going to bed before me. Damian’s limp from two weeks ago, Tim falling out of bed and spraining his wrist, the gash Dick got on his forehead despite having two days off from work.

They were running around at night playing heroes.

I stared at them, and they stared back at me, each looking like I’d caught them with their hands in the cookie jar. Even Alfred seemed slightly alarmed, and the dude didn’t flinch at anything.

“I’m too tired for this shit. Go argue outside.” Spinning on my heels, I sped back to my bedroom and shut the door.

That whatever-the-hell-just-happened was tomorrow morning’s problem. Tonight, I was sleeping. Deeply, peacefully. Ignorantly.

Climbing back into bed, I pulled the cover over myself and closed my eyes. For someone who’s entire perception of their family just got flipped upside down, I managed to fall asleep pretty quickly.

When I awoke, it was to my alarm set on my phone.

For a while, I forgot what happened the previous night. I stumbled out of bed with a groan, stood somewhat straight in the shower, and managed to get my scratchy uniform on. And then, I opened my bedroom door and Damian was on the other side.

He eyed me up and down, arms crossed over his chest. “Father requests your presence at breakfast.”

“Well I’m not gonna miss it.” I mumbled back, shouldering past it.

It was as I tried to shove passed him and was met with an impressive amount of resistance for someone so small that I remembered what I’d seen last night. Who I had seen.

Oh my god, Bruce was Batman!

Mr Billionaire, life handed to him on a golden spoon, was the madman who dressed up in all black at night and ran around the city terrorizing Gotham’s criminals.

Why? What the hell even made him go down this path?

I turned around to look at my little brother.

The latest Robin, if the whispering around school was to be taken truthfully. So far considered the most violent of the masked crusader’s group.

Well, they got the violent part down.

But he was freaking 13 years old. Why the hell would Bruce let a 13 year old face armed murderers?

Shit, why the hell was Bruce letting a 13 year old stay up all night?

I thought he was just a distant parent, but this was straight up child endangerment.

Would I be arrested if it turned out I knew he was allowing Damian to do this? Would I be arrested for knowing he’d Batman and not handing him over?

Was what I saw even real?

Sleep deprivation could cause hallucinations.

Yeah, that’s all it was. A hallucination. This was all just some big misunderstanding. I was over tired, Bruce had dark pajamas, everyone had rainbow pajamas, Alfred was still just Alfred. All was good.

My summons for breakfast was just to wish me luck for my exam, or to tell me about an event that was coming up.

Nothing was wrong, my life was still normal-ish. Everything would be fine.

I made my way to the breakfast room, because yes this house was so big we had a room for eating breakfast and a room for dinner, and found Bruce seated at the head of the table.

He was reading a newspaper, Alfred seated beside him. To his left, Dick and Tim.

I was surprised to see that Jason was actually here. Had he stayed the night? Judging by the fact that he was not seated at the table but rather leaning against the wall and had his arms crossed, I guessed it wasn’t voluntary.

“Men.” I greeted, walking to take a seat next to Alfred, Damian following behind me and sitting next to Dick.

On my plate, a wonderful stack of vegan pancakes.

One of the few things Damian and I had in common, we were both vegan. Or, I tried to be as vegan as possible. At times, ice-cream and pizza were too strong to resist. You’d think it’d bring us closer together but nope, still got glared at for simply being alive.

My only sanctuary away from it was weeks at my mom’s, since they’d decided to have a one week, one week custody deal.

I hated weeks at Bruce’s for two reasons. One, Damian. Two, I had to wake up earlier cause it took forever to drive into the city from here. The apartment with Mom was so close to school I walked. At Bruce’s, I had to endure a 40 minute drive with Damian.

Bruce never took us, always having to leave either before or after. Sometimes Tim took us, or Dick. It was mostly Alfred, in the Rolls Royce.

Picking up my knife and fork, I prepared to dig in.

“Y/n,” Bruce tried to start, but I cut him off by pointing my knife at him. In hindsight, not the best idea considering who he was. My father or not, I didn’t doubt he’d kick my ass.

“Breakfast first.”

And I left no room for discussion as I cut into my pancakes and took a huge bite, and then another and another.

Everyone else followed my lead, silently beginning to eat their breakfast. Jason left his spot of brooding eventually and joined me, actually sitting beside me. This was the closest we’d ever been to one another.

I tried to not make too big a deal of that fact, keeping my eyes forward when they so desperately wanted to take in all his scars.

I guess now it made sense where they came from, but it didn’t make it right.

How young had he been when Bruce had let him loose on the streets? Had he even wanted to do it, or was he forced into this life?

Were any of them in it by choice?

I glanced over and Bruce and found him staring at me.

Yesterday, he’d look at me with a smile, and his eyes seemed warm. Now, there was no familiarity. There wasn’t even care.

Had these last 3 months all been fake? Did he love me at all? Was I here because he wanted me or because he wanted another sidekick?

“I won’t tell anyone.” I spoke, barely louder than a whisper.

Bruce didn’t say anything, didn’t blink. Just watched me, analyzed me. I almost jumped when he finally spoke.

“You have an exam to get to. We’ll discuss this tonight.”

And that seemed to be the magic words. Everyone stood up, all done with their breakfasts and ready to start the day.

I still had half my plate left and rushed to shovel it all in, charging to the garage when Alfred called that it was time to go.

I hopped in the back, beside Damian, and intended to get my textbook out for some last-minute studying before school, but the little shit spoke up.

“You tell anyone about us, make one tiny slip up or remark, and I will sever your voice box.”

For once, I actually understood the gravity behind the threat. It wasn’t just siblings bickering, it was a promise.

And given how Bruce had looked at me this morning, I doubted he’d do anything to stop it.

Nobody knew Batman’s identity. Nobody had ever figured it out.

Maybe there was a reason for that.

[hscherrywine]

Extra Help (Part 1)

Summary: Y/N has to take Professor Styles class to graduate, but he gives her some extra attention along the way.

Word Count 2.6k

Warnings: Just smut, implied age gap, female receiving, unedited, first post

To most college students, Fridays are the best day of the week. Most spend the last weekday releasing their energy in the form of a party or celebration. Usually you would be amongst them in that tactic, but not this year, your junior year of college, because you were stuck in Professor Styles English class.

You picked your classes with ease months prior to the beginning of the semester, but after meeting with your advisor, they caught onto a fatal mistake in your schedule.

You remember the conversation like it was yesterday that Dr. Waters broke the news that you would have to take a class normally reserved for freshman during your junior year in college. She assured you that it wouldn’t be difficult for you to keep up and that your transcript shows that you were over qualified for it. You slouched in your chair not having the energy to fight it and consented to taking the course.

A few weeks later when you were getting yourself ready for the semester you noticed another problem. The class was on a Friday which you typically avoided, but had no choice in this case. And much to your disappointment, it was a Friday night class.

What sick professor opts to teach a Friday night class? you wondered searching for more class information. Turns out, Professor Styles does. You’ve heard that name around campus in two different cohorts of people. You’ve heard sorority girls drooling and gossiping over his young age and alleged good looks and a handful of other students complaining about the course material and rigor of his class. After a few hours of stressing yourself out, you went to bed excited for the first day of a new semester tomorrow.

The first day was surprisingly uneventful. You walked into Professor Styles lecture hall and were met with about a hundred other students - mostly freshman looking. You sat in the middle of the auditorium to make sure you could see the screen, but careful not to draw too much attention.

As the semester continued, you stayed on top of work and were earning fairly decent marks. Never anything below a B. However as midterms approached, Professor Styles handed out a seemingly impossible assignment.

At first you turned to some classmates that you were in a study group with but they couldn’t help you. Usually you would ask the TA next, but Professor Styles doesn’t have a TA. So the next week, you gathered the courage to talk to your professor after class.

He had just finished a lecture on poets of the 19th century, smiled, and wished everyone a good weekend. There he was standing behind the podium with his two hands gripped on either side of the wood statue. He was significantly taller than the post so his body curved slightly over it. His shoulder and arm muscles tensed and relaxed over and over as he rocked a bit in place as students filed out.

You also stood up and mentally prepared yourself for the confrontation you had been planning all week. You were an introvert so talking to anyone could be especially challenged, but Professor Styles was especially intimidating to you. You slung your bag over your shoulder and made your way down the stairs in the lecture hall - the opposite direction of the last students filing out.

Soon enough you were at the bottom floor and your sneakers were squeaking against the tile floor. Professor Styles, who had become enamored with something on his podium began to look up at the noise.

Your eyes met as you approached him and he gave a soft friendly smile. Being this close to him you noticed how tall he was. If you weren’t nervous before, this would have put you over the edge.

You nervously introduced yourself to him, considerate of the fact that he has hundreds of other students and probably doesn’t know who you are. He lets you speak for a moment before cutting you off “Ms. Y/L/N? Of course I recognize you. You’re one of my top students. You just did that highly compelling piece on linguistics in modern versus historical literature - I showed almost all my colleagues.” He boasts.

The two of you haven’t been speaking long but he has yet to drop eye contact with you. If anything it is getting stronger. You look away first, embarrassed by his confession. With no way to respond you just let out a soft laugh.

“I wanted to talk to you about the midterm assignment.”you announce as you start taking in his appearance for the first time. He had a sturdy body and there were tattoos peaking out from the sleeve of his tight shirt and littering his arms. If you sat any closer in class you would find yourself studying the art on his body rather than the art of english.

“I believe you will do just fine Ms. Y/L/N, but if it will ease your stress you are always welcome at my office hours.” He speaks slowly but firmly. Still not letting up on the eye contact. His eyes were a sharp shade of green that you’ve never seen on anyone but him. They were enticing but you have a feeling that they’re the least interesting quirk about him. “Or we can get into it right here if you would like” He offers his arm gesturing to the open lecture hall.

“Right now is fine” You say with a slight nervous shake. Talking to your professors is nerve wracking and you’re surprised you haven’t starting bawling yet just having a simple conversation.

“Very well.” He replies as he leans back from the podium he was leaning into during your conversation. He makes his way over to his oak desk in the other side of the room and beckons you along.

His sits in this desk chair and you in the one across from him. You pull out your notebook and computer to show him your work so far. As the two of you converse, you notice the lack of space between the two of you is suffocating. You’re enticed by his deep vanilla scent and at times it is making you lose focus.

Professor Styles has his glasses pushed up onto the bridge of his nose as he reads what you have written on your laptop. You shift uncomfortably in your seat as he silently judges your work. He lets out an occasional sigh or look of pondering as he reads. A few times the two of your legs brush but he doesn’t make note of it. It makes your whole body chill though every time. There was no mistake of whether it happened or not.

After what felt like forever, Professor Styles is turning the computer back around for you and you grab it from his clutch. Your fingers brush briefly and in that instance the two of you lock eyes with an expression that you have never got from a teacher before.

Your professor licks his bottom lip before speaking again. You honestly are trying really hard to focus of the feedback but your mind is in so many places right now. You turn to your notebook that has been on the desk and write some notes down. After a second of ingesting his words you have a few more questions. You reference your notes when asking the next question.

Your distracted mind even confuses Professor Styles, because he moves from behind his desk slowly until he is standing next to you and slightly behind you, peering over your shoulder at your notebook to get clarity. You laser your eyes in at your paper suddenly aware of how close your professor is looming over you.

“Can you repeat the question? I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying.” He admits and you can feel his words and breath on the side of your neck. You tilt your head up and to the side to meet his gaze. You go to open your mouth but the words don’t come out. His eyes stare at you hard. They almost look darker. His face is mere inches from yours. You could almost feel his body heat. “Um…” is all you can get out this time. The two of you still haven’t broken eye contact and he places on hand on the desk and the other on your shoulder.

You blink a few times to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you. His face was getting closer to yours until his forehead rested against yours. Both of your breaths were quickening because of the situation. Your heart was beating in your ears. You part your mouth trying to inhale deeper. Within seconds your noses are also pressed to each other.

You try and speak again unsure of what to say in this moment. “Professor Styles?” is all you can whisper out but it’s more of a whimper.

“You can call me Harry” he corrects and your bodies come closer together. His arm traveling from your shoulder to your back.

“Harry-“ you test out between two quick breaths. Your faces are so close you can barely look between his eyes without moving your head side to side.

“Tell me to stop.” Harry encourages as the hand that was on the desk finds its way to the hem of your shirt.

“Please-“ you exhale again. You have some space to move if you wanted but you feel trapped under his large body “Please don’t stop” you consent allowing your own hands to trail his body.

“My straight A student is gonna be naughty and let her professor take her in the classroom, yeah?” He taunts. He leans back from our close position to unbutton his buttoned up blue shirt. His muscles flex and relax and the sight of it is almost making me dizzy. The whole situation is something i’ve fantasized about and the fact that it was about to come true is overwhelming.

“Just do something already, Harry.” you begin to clenching your legs together. He obeys and leans back into your body that’s been sitting on the chair patiently. He presses the first kiss to your neck and then finds your lips. It’s slow at first but the whole thing is firm. Your lips slot each other and you’re dizzying at the taste of his mouth.

He pulls back another time taking you all in. Then he fervently goes back to sucking and licking small strips on your neck. He’s torturous taking his time on you when all you want is to take him right here on the desk. His hands get more involved now finding themselves under your shirt and closer to your bra.

He tasks your breasts in his two hands giving them attention but never breaking the kiss. He pauses to rid you of your shirt. He pulls it over your head and is astonished by the sight underneath. Your tits look so full in your bra but he needs to get it off of you as well. He then travels down to plant kisses all around your chest before spitting onto one nipple. He then brings all the attention of his mouth to that boob and swirled the spit around your most sensitive area all while giving the other on a squeeze with his other hand.

No one has ever spent this much time on your chest before but Harry is setting a new standard. All you can do is let out little moans in approval. He moves his head to play with the other tit, making eye contact as he releases and reattaches.

Your eyes flutter shut and back arches at the sensation of his younger on your nipple and a cool breeze on the one that has remnants of his saliva on it. Harry takes this body language as a sign to keep things moving. He kisses down your stomach until he reaches your pants. He shimmies them off of you to get a good look at your clothed pussy.

It’s soaked. You knew that this situation would get you hot and riled up, but you were making a mess on the chair and he hadn’t even touched you. With anyone else you would be embarrassed, but it sparked something in Harry’s eyes and you felt flattered. He spent no time pressing kisses to your thighs trying to savor the time before digging into you. He couldn’t hold back for long though. He had to get a taste, but first he dragged his nose up and down your clothed slit to get a sniff of your arousal.

Once he was satisfied he went in with his mouth pressing kisses to your clot over your panties. “Take them off, I need you.” you pleaded between short breaths.

“Good girls wait, you know” He said pulling back “But since you’re so well behaved, I can give you a treat.” he compromised. Next he pulled off your mess of underwater slowly to watch the string of pleasure drip from your pussy to the fabric.

As soon as the last boundary was gone, Harry slipped a finger into your cunt mesmerized at how easily it swallowed his digit. Within seconds he was adding another and sucking on your clit at the same time. This was definitely his specialty. All you could do was repeat his name in a whispered chant as he worked you up to a high.

Your stomach was clenching with every movement from Harry and he knew it too. It only egged him on to see how much pleasure he could give you.

“Can my pretty girl take three?” He asked but didn’t wait for a response before stuffing your pussy with three long digits. They were knuckles deep and no ones fingers have ever stuffed you this good. He sped up after getting used to this new position. Your body gave away how much you were enjoying being a naughty white of a student.

With each thrust of Harry’s fingers, your cunt made more noise despite being so full. Your stomach curled even more until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m gonna..I’m gonna come Harry” You announce with labored breathing. Harry then started to swirl his tongue on your clit again to push you over the edge as his fingers did most of the work. His whole wrist was curling and when your eyes weren’t feathered shut you could see the veins in his arms bulging with each thrust.

It was the whole scene laid out before you that brought you to your climax. Your hot young professor was on his knees for you with his shirt unbuttoned, glasses in his hair, and face soaked with your wetness. He was good at what he was doing too so you couldn’t help but orgasm.

He didn’t immediately stop thrusting though. He worked you down slowly through your orgasm and peppered kisses to your legs and you regained control of your breathing. He sat back onto his feet, off of his knees, to help you put your clothes back on.

You insisted that you could do it yourself but Harry wouldn’t let you. He said that you needed to rest. After a few minutes, your head was cleared and reality started to wash over you.

“Thanks for the help Pr- Harry…thank you Harry” you correct yourself with a blush rushing to your cheeks that just started to cool down from earlier events.

“Are office hours the same time next week? you inquire, but you both know the real reasoning behind the curiosity.

Harry is rolling his sleeves back down and doing up his last buttons when he looks up at you from across the room. “Same time. Let me know if you need extra help.” He mentions with a raise of his eyebrow so you know there’s an underlaying message.

A/N so if you read this *hides face* thank you. Let me know how I did the first time. you’ll be seeing a lot more of me on here anyways

[hangsawoman]

i’m having such a bad day i want to die and now i still need to go to a concert with my friend i just want to go to bedddd

[marshmallowgoop]

Otakon's AMV contest allowed VHS submissions, and I knew I just had to submit the collab I edited with @astravis this way.

I hope it's clear why!

(It uses a lot of actual VHS footage.)

And I loved putting AMVs on tape so much that I quickly ordered a bunch of blank tapes online to compile all of my anime music videos this way.

(Short reel of a few of them.)

And, like, it's definitely far from perfect. My computer doesn't have an HDMI port, so I have to use a converter for that, and it's horrible quality. While that does add to the VHS aesthetic, it also makes some of the subtitles nigh impossible to read (as especially evident in the "First Time" video above). My digitization process also isn't exactly ideal, either.

But popping in a VHS tape of my videos and seeing that on the TV? Absolutely amazing. There is no other way I want to physically compile my AMVs. 10/10. MarshmallowGoop/MarshmallowGoop.

Would like to improve my process someday, but if anyone else is curious about how to make VHS tapes out of videos on your computer, I mostly followed this guide here!

[petricorah]

edit: completed comic here

[seekingthestars]

she's beauty she's grace she's Miss Eevee Cosplay 3.0

[electricea]

i've seen it coming up - but happy turkey day to all the americans out there!

[truantng]

221/366 Linktree

[lady-harrowhark]

when your parents make a big deal out of visiting for the weekend for your birthday and you know it's not actually going to happen and then still get disappointed when it doesn't happen :/

[gaytobymeres]

okay just need to finish this essay and the rest of the assignment (which is very nearly finished). the essay is only 900 words so i just need to not get bogged down with detail but that's so hard :( im about 340 words in with one point fully made, another partially made. just want this to be finished

[plusultraetc]

I have a lot of Thoughts about Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever) but every time I hear "The View Between Villages" I am punched directly in my rooftop gang feelings.

Feel the rush of my blood. I'm seventeen again. I am not scared of death. I've got dreams again.

[greyrain23]

On friday I'm turning off my alarm and sleeping ALL DAY (*´▽｀*)

[starryluminary]

It’s almost buddy daddies Friday it’s almost buddy daddies Friday it’s almost buddy daddies Friday it’s almost

[cliveguy]

went to like 3 bookshops today and spent painful amounts of money as an end of term treat