#did i mention that this is my last semester?

[iamsebastiansstan]

our inner secrets - stepbro!NAC x fem!reader

summary - “You’ll let me fuck you,” he states, knows her like the back of his hand. 

She nods, tears welling up in her eyes.

“This is so fucked up,” she sniffs, reaches up to wipe at her face. 

She hates to cry in front of him, yet he loves to make her.

“We’re fucked up,” he says. 

wc- 3.3k - MINORS DNI!

warnings - stepcest obvs, dirty talk, p in v, 69, comeplay, cheating, face and ass slapping, breeding kink, mentions of their sexual relationships having started when they were both underage, Nicholas is a little manipulative

A/N - I got a request for stepbrother Nicholas and well, what can I say, I did my best. this took me two hours so it's not my greatest but I still hope you like it, anon Darling 💘 lemme know what y'all think!

taglist - @hoffmansgirl / @blackynsupremacy / @lalavenderangel / @nicholaschavezbby / @niteskysx / @motherismotheringggg / @emluvsuxo / @urlitttlevenicebitch

The sun warms her back as she’s lounging by the pool, face hidden in her arms. She can hear the neighbor’s kids splashing in their own pool, but they sound far away, the buzzing of a bee flying by, the wind as it gently glides through the tulips at the edge of the garden.

Summer days like these are her favorite, peaceful and calm, with enough time to do whatever her heart desires. She deserves it, she thinks, after the semester she’s had. 

The sound of the sliding doors opening and closing make her ears perk up, but she doesn’t look to see who it is, she knows already. Their parents are on vacation for the rest of the week, leaving them in charge of the house.

Well, mainly her, because her stepbrother can’t be trusted. She’s surprised he hasn’t asked to invite his friends from the frat over yet. 

Soft footsteps pad through the grass, coming to a halt next to her. Despite her eyes being closed, she can sense the shadow his tall figure casts over her. 

“Did you think to put on sunscreen?” Nicholas asks, too close to her ear to be standing upright. He must have crouched down next to her.

Keeping her eyes shut, she mumbles against her arm, “Of course.”

He hums. A faint, tickling sensation moves up her spine, his finger tracing each and every cartilage along her back. She shivers, the heat of the sun making her sensitive to his touch, humming when he stops at the seam of her bikini bottom, right at the top of her ass. 

“I heard you two last night,” he says conversationally, almost absent-mindedly, but his words make her stiffen slightly. “He doesn’t fuck you well enough, does he?” 

She doesn’t want to have this conversation, but she knows he’ll find a way to pull the truth from her one way or another. She decides to save them both the hassle.

“No,” she drawls, “no, he does not.”

Another deep hum from him, his hand continuing its featherlight touch. 

“You need it, though, don’t you? There’s no way your hand satisfies you enough.”

“Toy,” she says before she can think better of it, cursing herself for divulging that unnecessary tidbit of information.

“What’s that?”

“Not my hand. I- I use a toy.”

Nicholas chuckles, moves his hand up to stroke through her hair. She still refuses to look at him.

“Let me be that for you,” he coaxes, the honey-sweet drip of his voice curling around her throat like a deadly snake, “You didn’t give up fucking me to stay loyal to a man that can’t even make you finish, did you?” 

Annoyance flares brightly in her chest, makes her open her eyes and glare at him with as much heat as she can muster up, makes her sit up and bat his hands away from her body. 

“I gave up fucking you because it’s wrong, Nicholas,” she snaps, grabs the cover up and puts it on to hide as much of her body from him as she can. “You’re my brother. We grew up together, for fuck’s sake.”

“Technically, that’s not true.”

Technically, he’s right. 

Nicholas and his father entered her life when she was fourteen and shortly after her fifteenth birthday, Nicholas- two years her senior- made a move on her, corrupted her innocence and took all her firsts for himself, the firsts that should have been given to someone who did not share a fucking household with her. 

Naively, she thought there was nothing wrong with it all those years ago, their relation bound to a piece of paper and not biology, but as she grew older, she started understanding how messed up their little dynamic actually was. She started understanding that she needed to get away, find what she had in him with someone else. 

That’s when Andrew came along, almost six months ago, and stole her heart away. It was new, exciting, perfect, until it wasn’t. Now it’s just the same old boring conversations, the same tired repetitive fights, the same unfulfilling short fucks that have her sneak into the bathroom after he’s fast asleep to get herself off to the thought of her brother, of all people.

She misses him, body and soul, but she keeps choosing to let her mind decide. 

“Technically, I don’t give a fuck,” she hisses, getting up to walk into the house, far away from where he stays crouched down on the grass. 

The kitchen counter feels cold where she’s gripping it, trying to quiet her racing thoughts. It’s not like this is the first time Nicholas has tried to change her mind. He would come up to her periodically, in the beginning, sneak doubts into her ears until he had her close to calling it quits with Andrew. When she stayed stubborn, he stopped. 

It’s been a while since he’s brought it up, and so fucking blatantly like today, at that. She doesn’t do well with being caught off guard. 

Her eyes close on instinct when he steps up behind her, hand finding her stomach and pushing her against him, making her feel the hard line of his body. It’s been so long since she’s had him this close, since she’s smelled him, strong cologne and a hint of sweat from the heat of the day. She wants to bury her nose in his neck and inhale him, kiss her way down his torso, breathe in where he’s most fragrant. 

It's been a long time since she’s had an orgasm that wasn’t caused by her own doing, as well, and it shows. 

“You’ll let me fuck you,” he states, knows her like the back of his hand. 

She nods, tears welling up in her eyes.

“This is so fucked up,” she sniffs, reaches up to wipe at her face. 

She hates to cry in front of him, yet he loves to make her.

“We’re fucked up,” he says, she can feel him shrug, before he moves her hair out of the way to expose the side of her neck, leaning down to kiss and nibble at her skin. 

She can’t help but ask it, jealousy rearing its ugly head even though it has got no right to.

“Are you with someone?” 

Nicholas chuckles against her, bites down on her sensitive flesh and makes her cry out. 

“Not like that,” he concedes, “just casually. You know me.”

She does. She hated it back then, even, but it’s not like she could ask him to stop. He’s always been that way, apparently. Staying by himself would’ve been suspicious, so he kept his little rolodex of girls for the weekends while fucking his stepsister to sleep every weeknight.

It’s depraved to think about, but she’s hot for it, the taboo of their relationship making her pussy tingle. 

“Nicholas,” she moans when he licks along her shoulder, kisses his way up her ear and nips at the lobe while his hands find her breasts, kneading them gently, teasing her by not going for her sensitive nipples.

He’s taught her everything she knows, and he uses the way he’s shaped her to his advantage, plays her like a fiddle. 

“I’ve missed hearing you moan my name,” he whispers, grabs the material of her coverup and pulls it off her, she lets him, because this has been a losing game since the second it started. “I’ve missed you. Those little boys can’t give you what your big brother can, baby.”

A whine claws its way up her throat, mind spinning with the nastiness he’s spewing, tapping into their roles the way they used to, the way that makes her core tighten.

“No,” she agrees, gripping his forearm as his hand pushes past the material of her bikini, makes contact with her wet folds. “They can’t, nobody can.”

“That’s right, atta girl,” Nicholas says, and his praise lifts her higher than she thought possible, the craving for it hitting her full force, like the detox from it never happened. “You’re wet for me already. Desperate?” 

Her teeth clink together as she grits them against the onslaught of pleasure at his fingers toying with her sensitive clit, burning from neglect, the blood rushing into her flesh and making her chase ecstasy with a one-track-mind. 

She refuses to give in to him. He makes her, anyways.

“Answer me, (Y/N),” he hisses, tuts at her refusal, takes his hands away and leaves her grasping the counter so she wouldn’t fall in on herself. “Fine, have it your way.”

Nicholas is about to walk off, act like nothing ever happened, and this is the route he’s taken many times, pent her up and left her hanging until she was a blubbering mess. She hasn’t changed at all, it seems, as she debates giving up and begging him for what she needs. Those feelings make tears spring to her eyes, unsure if it’s from the sexual frustration or her disappointment in herself. 

“No, please!” she whines, goes after him to grab onto his arm, make him stop walking away from her, and before she knows it, she finds herself pushed against the wall with his strong hand around her throat, squeezing.

“Please, what?” he spits, shakes her until a cry bubbles up her throat, “Make up your mind you indecisive fuckin’ slut.”

“Take me,” she whimpers, air constricted by his tight grip, “fuck me, Nicholas, please.” 

It takes a second for him to pull away before she feels the sharp sting against her cheek, skin undoubtedly blossoming red. It makes her gasp, but it also makes her wet, so it’s a fair trade.

“You know better than that.”

Teary-eyed and sniffling, she straightens up and reaches out to touch him, wrap her arms around his sturdy neck as she looks up at him and begs, “Please, big brother, fuck me.” 

A dirty smirk finds its place on his sinful lips, and she gazes up into his impossibly dark eyes, braces herself for just how good he’s going to give it to her, now that they haven’t had each other for a while. He grabs her face and kisses her hard, hiking her leg up his hip to line their bodies up, grinding against her aching center. She can feel him through his swim shorts, his hard cock straining against the material, and she feels her mouth water for it. 

“Wanna blow you,” she gasps when he pulls away, lifts her so he can carry her to the couch. 

“Suck my cock while I lick your pussy,” he groans, rips her bikini off of her unceremoniously. 

It’s not her favorite, that position, but only because he always licks her so good that she loses focus, stops sucking him expertly and instead just keeps him in her whining mouth, slobbering all over it, all slop and no finesse. 

That’s why he loves it, she knows. 

Nick’s shorts are off in an instant and he lets himself fall back against the couch, pulls her hastily so her dripping pussy is hovering above his mouth, making her scream when he finally, finally closes his lips around her and sucks.

“Goddamn it,” she moans, bucks her hips because she can’t help it, loving the attention he immediately gives her clit. 

She remembers the first time he did this to her, and how she kept begging him to do it again and again for days after. He always did, always prioritized her pleasure, and with that in mind she lets saliva pool in her mouth and decides to do her best to pleasure him right back. Taking him deep has never been an issue for her, too addicted to the smell and the taste of his fat cock, and the glob of spit eases the way as she sinks him into her throat in one go.

“Fucking hell!” he roars, smacks her ass once, twice, three times, before diving back in and pushing his sinful tongue into her hole. 

Nicholas doesn’t just lick pussy, he makes out with it, gets his nose and chin drenched as he tongue-fucks her opening, that attention to detail something that belongs to her only. You’re my little sister, he once said, and I need to set a standard for how others have to treat you. So, he always put his all into fucking her, ruining her for everyone else in the process. She’s never found a man this dedicated to her ecstasy ever again. 

The salty taste of him against her tongue paired with the way he immediately starts snapping his hips up makes her want to come for him right then and there. He’s never gentle with it, holding her down by her hair as he carves a home into her throat that holds the perfect shape of his cock, slaps his full balls against her chin so she has to put up a fight not to pull off and suck them into her mouth, instead. She loves gargling at his sac while he jerks off, their favorite move when they have to sneak away during Christmas dinners and family birthdays, when there’s not enough time for him to wreck her like they both want him to. She usually comes with her mouth full and a hand on her pussy, then. 

It’s one of her favorite memories, one that spurs her on to stick her tongue out as far as it will go to lap at his base, let him know how much she craves it. 

“God, your throat’s like a fucking cunt,” he laughs manically, nipping at her pussylips, “no difference in how hard you let me fuck it.” 

She nods, moans in confirmation, lets him drill in deep as she feels her own peak approaching. Usually she asks, a well-trained good girl for her big brother, but he won’t let her up for air, won’t let her catch her breath as he pummels her into a toe-curling orgasm, hitting her so hard with it that she gets dizzy. 

Nicholas laughs at the way she gags around him through a cry, pulls away and lets her ride it out on his outstretched tongue, gently pushing her off of him when she’s nothing more than a shaking mess.

“When’s the last time you came like this?” he asks with a broad grin on his face, chin glistening. 

She sits up and pulls him in for a kiss, licks at his mouth and his face, cleans her juices off his chiseled jaw. 

“Last time you made me come like that.”

He chuckles, kisses her forehead as he gets up.

“On your back, legs over your head. Show off for me, baby.”

His command is casual, he doesn’t have to try to get her to listen, and she immediately does what he asked.  

She looks at him under her lashes as she holds the back of her knees, spreading herself open for him, moans when he grips his cock and starts jerking it tightly at the sight of her. Although he plays her, jerks her around, keeps her for his amusement, she knows that deep down, he’s just as gone for her as she is for him, his pretty little project, the fucktoy he’s made for himself over the years.

“Have you given him all of what’s mine?” he husks while his hand moves steadily over his throbbing cock.

Immediately she shakes her head no, halfway to offended that he’d even insinuate something like that.

“My pussy’s only ever had your come inside,” she pouts, makes her eyes extra wide, knows he gets off on her faux innocence. 

“That’s a good girl, fuck. Big brother’s gonna breed you up real good now, okay?”

“God, please,” she can’t help but breathe, desperate for the feel of him pushing inside until she feels like he’s filling up her lungs. 

“Watch, baby,” he says, lines his beautiful pink tip up with her clenching hole, “watch where we connect. That’s it, just like that, take it.”

He has to fuck into her slowly, holding the base while thrusting shallowly, her body not used to his size anymore, and all the while they both watch how he enters her, how he stretches her to get to the place where he belongs. When he bottoms out, he slowly pulls away again, both letting out a moan in unison at the sight of her pussy creaming on his cock, leaving a white sheen behind. 

“Need’a work her in, huh?” he smirks, and she’d laugh if she had the brain capacity to do so, instead just locking eyes with him as he speeds up, fucks into her with vigor now that he knows she’s ready for it. 

Nicholas always hits her cervix, always has, but he’s taught her how to push through the pain, how to angle her hips just so to get his pelvis to hit her clit with every single snap forward. It helps, the sharp pleasure contrasting the dull pain, and she lets him deep into her guts the way a little sister is supposed to, the way he drilled it into her mind all those years ago. 

She grits her teeth when he goes particularly hard, particularly deep, but the loving way he looks at her, brushes the hair off her forehead, gives her his thumb to suck on as he whispers, “I know, baby, I know. You’re doing so good f’me, gonna earn my come in no time,” makes her push through the pain, going lax and letting herself get manhandled however he pleases.

“’m close,” she whimpers, nails digging into the skin of her thighs to distract herself from her rapidly approaching peak. She’s not allowed, not until he says. 

“So am I,” he pants and it’s relief that washes over her, soon she’ll be able to let go and bask in the euphoria only he can provide for her. “You ready for my load, baby? Wan’ it?”

“Fuck, please, yes. Together, ‘kay, let’s come together, please-“

“Ah, fuck, let go for me, lil’ sis,” he grunts as he buries himself to the tilt and stays there, spills into her while her pussy spasms around her, clenching around the delicious pulse of his cock inside of her.

Nicholas is the type of guy to keep thrusting, to fuck his load into a well-fed cunt, watch the way his seed sticks to his hot flesh as he pumps it in even more. He pulls out with a wince, apologetic eyes on her as she cries out. 

“That’s gorgeous,” he mumbles, “missed seeing this shit. Push it out f’me, c’mon.” 

Of course she obeys him, has no other choice, too fucked out and sore to have a mind of her own. He holds his hand out and she bears down, pushes his come out of her cunt and lets him collect it with a dirty snarl.

“Fuck yeah, that’s my girl. Nasty fucking thing,” he scoffs, all heat, before he grabs her face with his clean hand, squeezes her cheeks until her mouth opens and her tongue sticks out dumbly, soiled hand smearing his come across her lips and tongue. “Gotta feed as many holes as I can, don’t I?”

She laps it up, thanks him for it, sucks his fingers clean, lets him grab her hair to shove his cock down her throat once more, so she wouldn’t waste a drop for their combined juices. 

“The rest stays inside, maybe it’ll take, hm?” he grins, kisses her mouth through the moan that rips from her. 

“Yeah,” she whines, all pathetic for him, chases his lips for more kisses, “wanna swell up with your baby, all full of you.” 

He smacks her around a little, slow on the comedown, goads her into spreading her legs again with disgusting little fantasies, “Gotta keep it in the family,” and as he pushes his cock into her fucked-open pussy, she knows she’ll never want to give it up to anyone the way she gives it up to him. 

[lonely-ey3s]

The Chemistry Between Us | part 1

reedrichards!professor x f!reader (teachers aid)

a/n: after the trailer release my mind went buzzing and i was clawing at the bars of my enclosure - i cannot emphasize how this man will ruin my life when we see this come out in july. ruin my life.

this is a 5 part series that will be posted over the next 2 weeks 💙

chapter warnings: fluff, talks of smut, reed is not married to sue, small age gap, (student is finishing degree, maybe 8-10 year gap), mutual pining.

word count: 3k

Professor Reed Richards has been your teacher for 3 classes now, chemistry, biochemistry, and now for this semester, physics. 

Now one could say you were super smart and taking all his classes was just your way of staying on track for your degree- which you were. But a part of you also was in it for reasons that wouldn’t be deemed appropriate according to the school’s code of conduct. 

On the first day of class, he went over the syllabus, explained what was expected of everyone, and showed a few examples of what you’d be learning, which was something he did for the other few classes you had attended. He was a very visual and hands-on teacher, always showing what could come out of something if the right rules, concepts, and procedures were applied.  

You noticed as he was introducing himself in the beginning, he looked around the group of students, and his eyes fell on you. He smiled and nodded your way as he continued to speak as if he was nonverbally saying, ‘I remember you’, which earned a blush and a small smile from you before you stuck your head down shyly to note what he was saying. 

You barely looked up after that reaction, too embarrassed to blush if he were to look your way again so you wrote notes on everything he mentioned as well as doodled when he began to go over the normal rules and expectations of his lecture, things you had already heard in the last two classes. 

Right on time, he dismissed the class after instructing that chapters one through four would need to be read before the next class but before you could make it out of the auditorium he cleared his throat and called your first name from his desk. 

You had gathered your books in your arms and were three steps away from the door when you stopped and looked back, “Yes, Professor?” you said softly. 

He used his hand that was holding a stick of chalk to beckon you to him, “Could I have a word with you?” 

You all of a sudden felt a little nervous and shy by this sudden request. 

You’d had this man’s classes for a little over a year now and not once had you two exchanged conversation privately. The only ‘interaction’ apart from today’s- if you can call it that was glances here and there while in lecture or the lab, and of course when you’d raise your hand to ask a question, but nothing more than that. However, not once did he call you by your name, always ‘Miss’ or your last name as he did with everyone else. 

You felt a warmth as your name rolled off his tongue, going down, betraying you between your thighs. 

You cleared your throat and made your way down the stairs towards him and the blackboard he had been scribbling on during class to show some examples of what you’d be learning. 

“Yes, Mr. Richards?” you said softly. 

He ran his hand through his hair, making a few curls fall forward, furthering the dampness in your panties by the downright sin that he was committing right now with how good he looked.

He looked down as he shuffled through some papers, “It seems that the university is advising for this semester I take on a teacher's aid...” he said as he focused on reading some papers in front of him, “It seems they think my work and study aren’t mixing well as I’ve been known to be a few moments late to a few lectures the last couple weeks…” he softly cleared his throat. 

“Well… if you were to ask me, everyone here knows how important and impactful your work is, Professor. To my knowledge, no one complains when those late moments do arise…” you softly said, “I think they may be a little dramatic to make you take on a student aide, sir.” you shrugged nonchalantly. 

He looked up and chuckled softly, finding your eyes, “So does that mean you wouldn’t want the job?” a small smile that could be mistaken for a smirk etched across his lips. 

Your cheeks betrayed you and turned pink, “I… I’m sorry you’d want me to be your aid?” 

He nodded and leaned his hands against the desk, making the veins in his hands and forearms pop as his sleeves were rolled up halfway up his forearm, “Should something disqualify you from being my choice?” he looked at you from your head slowly down to your feet then back up, checking you out from the way that small smile grew just a little wider before he continued. 

“You would sit in on my chemistry class which you’ve already done and passed with flying colors - but mainly it would be after lecture, helping grade papers, keeping things organized in the gradebook… no more than a couple hours every few days…” he trailed off as he looked at your book you were holding against your chest, and for a split second found his eyes wondering to your cleavage accentuated by the book being pressed against you. 

He quickly snapped out of it cleared his throat, getting too cocky with his gaze, and looked back down at the papers before he turned towards the chalkboard to continue scribbling calculations. Attempting to ignore the sudden and strong blood flow traveling down to his cock, “What do you say?” he asked softly. 

You thought for a moment then nodded, clearing your throat, “When do we start?” 

A couple of weeks had gone by since Reed had asked you to be his TA, and after that, he insisted you call him by his first name as now you were technically partners in the classroom. He insisted giving you some weight and respect when introducing you to his classes, especially when students that would come in and sometimes ignore you, not thinking of you as “good enough”-which bothered him.

You were smarter than most of the people that come through this school and to see you blown off mostly because you were a woman rubbed him the wrong way. 

One student called you a no more than just a secretary under his breath to his friends as you were grading papers as Reed lectured. Unfortunately, it loud enough that Reed heard.

Reed cleared his throat and turned around mid sentence, “Do we have a volunteer to finish this” within a second, not giving anyone the chance to raise a hand he called on the student to the front, humiliating and embarrassing him as he fumbled to guess a correct result, being caught off guard as he was one to rarely pay attention in class.

You had to put your hand over your mouth to hide the smile splayed across your face at the obvious act of protection for your respect Reed was currently displaying.

Once he looked at Reed to signal he was finished, Reed looked over the work and tsked, shook his head, then hummed disappointedly before he cleared his throat and called your name softly and holding out the chalk for you to take, “Could you please show us the correct way of solving this?”

You stood and brushed your fingers against his as you took the chalk from him then erased the young man’s work before writing and explaining the correct way to the class. When finished you placed the chalk down and turning around and walking past the student dusting off your hands, whispering as you passed him, “Not bad for ‘just the secretary’, right?” then winked and sat back down, catching Reeds eyes for a moment to give him a small smile.

After that, when you’d meet up after hours, he’d bring coffee and you’d pack the two of you something to eat as you both discovered that empty bellies and coffee don’t mix well. 

There were stolen glances here and there, especially when you’d sit in on his chemistry class. Small moments where he’d wink at you after saying a specific term as the two of you had come up with small inside jokes about specific topics when the hours got late and you both were running on fumes. 

Not only that- but there was a fog that settled over the two of you after the first two meetings called sexual tension. A fog that was heavy and in some ways smothering, as both of you clearly knew the other one felt the same way. However, something in you both held each other back from making any rushed decisions, both were too stubborn to act. 

You came into the auditorium where he was working through the same calculation for days now, damp from the rain that caught you on your way in on the one day you didn’t carry an umbrella. 

“Sorry I’m late, got stuck in the rain for a moment.” you chuckled lightly and said as you sat down into one of the front row seats, pulling out papers from your bag to start grading. 

Reed turned slightly to acknowledge your presence but eyes fixed on the chalkboard, “You know being late is ok, it’s not like I’m taking attendance with these meetings we have...” he chuckled under his breath. 

You smiled and looked up, “I know, but still, I’d like you to know that I do respect your time after all, Reed.” you said before pulling a hair clip out of your bag to tie your hair from being now damp and ruined from the rain. 

He didn’t hear his name come off your tongue very often as you still mostly referred to him as Mr. Richards or sir due to habit— but when his name does leave your lips, it commands his full attention. 

He turned his head around and saw you were damp, registering what you had said earlier, “Oh, you’re soaked! You must be freezing…” he grabbed his suit jacket from off the back of his chair and rushed over before putting it around your shoulders, attempting to warm you up. 

He could smell the shampoo from your hair when he put the jacket over your shoulders causing his feet to cement to the ground momentarily. 

You looked up at him, blushing at the immediate action to care for you was with him, “Reed…” you softly chuckled, “I’m damp, not soaked, but thank you, that’s very kind…” you smiled softly.

He lingered close to you for a moment, softly smiling and nodding as he never allowed himself to get too physically close, in fear he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. 

You looked down and bit your bottom lip feeling the tension at an all-time high, your heart racing as you could smell the faint smell of his cologne from his jacket around your shoulders and then his aftershave due to the proximity.  

You slowly rose from the seat and brushed past him, walking towards the chalkboard, causing his knees to buckle as he got a small whiff of your perfume. 

“What’s this?” you tilted your head, attempting to decipher the calculations as you leaned up against the long desk that went from one end of the board to the other, crossing one leg over the other as you put most of your weight on that one foot and your hands planted to the desk. 

Reed had his hand against the desk you came from as he caught himself when his knees gave. He swallowed and cleared his throat, looking down at the ground trying to compose himself, “I’m attempting to prove the existence that there are multiple branches of the universe.” 

You pursed your lips and bit the inside of your cheek, “You mean like a… multiverse?” you questioned. 

He cleared his throat and tucked his hands in his pockets to keep himself at bay, “Exactly.” he began to walk towards where you were standing and stood next to you, “This has only been theorized but there’s math to support it… and to support a kind of… time travel which is what I’m trying to prove alongside its existence.” 

He turned around and saw the way you were standing against the desk and if it wasn’t for his stubbornness not to make the first move with a student, he would have taken you from behind right then and there. 

You turned and sat on the desk, slowly sliding yourself back as you looked up at him through your big eyelashes, humming somewhat sadly, “Trying to go elsewhere… different timeline, sir?” you lightly ran your tongue between your lips, feeling them a bit chapped. 

He let out a shaky breath, watching your tongue dart between your lips, and then swallowed, looking down for a moment as he thought, ‘I am a man after all… and men can be weak, right? They can fall to their knees… fall to their knees and in between her thighs and be weak, yes?’ 

But then he snapped out of that thought when you called his name softly, he looked up and a small genuine chuckle came from him and made him smile to where his dimples showed and the small crow's feet near his eyes softly appeared. 

He shyly pushed some of his curls that had fallen on his forehead back, “No.. no, I wouldn’t dream of it…” and then turned his head back towards you and watched as your lips curled into a satisfied smile. 

“Good.” you softly nudge his arm with yours, “Can’t have you leavin’ me all alone to teach your classes, can we?” you joked. 

You chuckled with him and blushed when his hand accidentally brushed against yours after taking his other hand out of his pocket to lean against the desk as he chuckled. 

You both slowly stopped the chuckling and somewhat froze from the jolt of electricity that went up your hands throughout your body by the contact. 

Reed took one glance at your lips and you did the same to his before you breathlessly whispered, “Reed…I…”

Without a second thought, he was a moth to a flame, nodding, “I know…” before stepping closer to you, cupping your cheek with one hand, and pulling you towards him by grabbing your waist with the other, then connecting his lips with yours. 

He kissed you deeply and slowly, drinking you in like you were the last drop of water in a baron desert. 

Your hands came out from his suit jacket that you had over your shoulder to reach for him. One went for his chest while the other grabbed onto his tie and gently tugged him towards you as you continued to kiss him for what seemed like hours as it felt like time stopped the moment your lips connected. 

He pulled back from your lips and nudged your nose with his, softly panting, eyes closed, hoarsely whispering, "I... I wanna take you out for dinner before we..." he was stopped by your lips reconnecting with his, earning a soft groan from him and a soft moan from you. It also was followed by you spreading your legs for him to settle between which he quickly adjusted to. 

He could feel his heart beating quickly against his ribs, mind going a million miles a minute, and now that he was between your legs, blood was rushing to places he was trying to keep at bay. 

His hand moved down from your cheek to your thigh, which your skirt was now riding up due to your legs spreading, earning a groan from him against your lips. 

You pulled back and began kissing down his jaw and starting to lightly suck on his neck just above the collar of his button-down.  

He grunted and shut his eyes, whispering hoarsely, “F-fuck…” he swallowed as you moved your hand to tug at his trousers. 

However, before you could continue, you both pulled away in seconds as you heard footsteps and voices from outside of the auditorium signaling someone was coming in. You both were out of breath, lips were swollen, and obviously disheveled.  

You quickly got off his desk and went to sit in the seat you were at, keeping your head down as a small group of students walked down the steps toward Reed, who was now scribbling on the chalkboard, attempting to get rid of the obvious bulge in his pants before they made it to him, his chest heaving in panic. 

"Sorry to intrude on your evening, Professor, we just couldn't figure out this equation and needed some clarification." a young man said as he and a group of 3 other students came down to his desk, all from his chemistry class. 

You looked up to find him clearing his throat, “Yes, one moment…” he said softly, but his back still to the students. You could tell he wasn't able to turn around due to what had just transpired between you two, knowing what you briefly felt against your hand before you had to pull away. 

You stood and cleared your throat, tucking your hair behind your ears, "I think Professor Richards may have hit a groove in his calculations, why don't I take a look?" you smiled softly at the group. 

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief hearing you save his ass. He continued to softly scribble while listening to what you were telling them, enjoying whenever he could hear your voice, now dizzy on it.

They smiled knowing you were the teacher's aide and came over, showing you the paper which had an equation written out that Reed had assigned out yesterday at the end of the lecture. Below are their notes on how they calculated the result so far. 

They explained where they were having trouble, and you kindly had them all stand around you as you sat back in your seat and wrote out some examples of how to solve the problem without giving them the answer to Reed's assigned question. 

They all nodded, understanding where they were going wrong and how to proceed from there, and thanked you before taking their papers and walking back up the stairs, shutting the door behind them. 

You kept your eyes down but as soon as you heard the door latch closed you looked up to find Reed leaning against the desk, arms spread wide, eyes locked on you, grinning like a schoolboy, a curl falling onto his forehead, "Thank you for that..." he nodded his head up the stairs. 

You blushed and nodded, "Of course..." You cleared your throat softly and looked down at the paper you were grading shyly, "After all, it is my job to help out when those things happen, right?" you began marking up the paper with notes. 

He nodded, “Right.” 

He took a moment then looked down shyly, before he bit his bottom lip, stood up straight, and walked over to you, "I uh..." he cleared his throat and bit the inside of his cheek, "Dinner, you and me, tomorrow, I'll pick you up at 6." he stated, hands in his pockets. 

You continued writing on the paper, purposely avoiding eye contact, smirking to yourself, "Are you asking me to dinner or telling me, Professor?" 

He clenched his jaw and brushed his hand through his hair, smirking before crowding your space and putting his index finger and thumb on your chin to pull your gaze up to meet his. He cocked his eyebrow and licked his bottom lip, "If I'm going to continue what almost happened on that desk earlier… which I very much would enjoy doing to be very clear..." he leaned down slowly, lips inches away from yours, brushing his nose against yours softly, glancing down at your lips hungrily, then looked up into your eyes, "I'm going to take you out to a dinner on a proper date, first." 

You nodded, and your breathing became quick but quiet, that warmth between your thighs coming back again, your core clenching around nothing by the confidence he was exuding right now. 

You pursed your lips together for a moment and then repeated, "Dinner. Tomorrow. You and I. You'll pick me up at 6 pm..." you blushed and said barely above a whisper under his gaze.

“Good girl…” he gently kissed your nose then walked away, back to the chalkboard- leaving you speechless and blushing the deepest shade of red.

Masterlist - Next Chapter

[avissapiens]

Himbull summer: What happened to January

So, you may have noticed that January came and went without a single HBS post. Being honest i’d say it the major source of that complication came from the most obvious source.

The internship i’ve been doing has been really draining, and frankly unenjoyable in a lot of dimensions. As a result I really and truly could not himbo under those conditions and I ended up just fully not being able to keep it in mind as much as I wanted. Even my HBS time tables which at the very least would sometimes add a bit of himbo colouring to my life, did eventually fall to the wayside as the monotonous, tedious, and frankly pointless work i was doing left me pretty mentally sapped at the end of the day.

Despite this state of affairs, it’s not to say that i totally flopped on all of the tasks. On the contrary actually. A few of them have moved from challenges to simply being things I do at this point, formed habits. The supplementation task and the physical work task(even though the work was pretty unfulfilling), are both ones which I think have had some pretty mindless adherence to them. Even as the supplementation task has grown. Currently we’re sitting at 

Triple strength Fish oil 2/day

 Ashwaghanda 2/day

Men’s Multivitamin 1/day

Carnatine Tartarate 4 serves/day

L-citruline+L-argenine 2/preworkout

Creatine

Sunflower lecithin

Bromelain

Popstar labs

And you can kinda infer what those last 3 are for based on my passing mention’s in the last updates of my new boy-girl girl-boy bunnybabe doll etc etc other cutesy shit. 

That’s been a fun source of himbull energy as well during this slump as they are VERY supportive of me inhabiting that role. It’s really amazing how impactful it can be on the psyche to have someone just constantly reinforcing it for you…well i suppose not that amazing considering it is the basis of my content and why yall are here.

But the biggest boon is definitely going to be throwing this internship in the trash and being able to use the last 3 weeks of feb to relax, re-center and really ramp up the himbull drive before school starts back.

I’ve already thrown myself into it in two ways Firstly I’ve gone down so many sizes since the start of this all, but the more intimate parts of my wardrobe haven’t exactly caught up. So i’ve gone ahead and bought a bunch of Aussiebum stuff a size tighter than is comfy because I’m mid cut and I wanna compensate. And for a while it’ll be a fun sensation of pressure.

Secondly  I’ve revamped my training and made long term plans for the year ahead generally. But the first phase of that is integrating additional leg days to try and develop them to the next level. I’ve always had good legs, but I think one of the biggest Himbo/Bull overlaps is the hyperdeveloped round, juicy wide sweep kinda legs combo’d with a crazy ass. Whether that crazyness be from ultra lean striation or mouthwatering bubbliness. So for 10 weeks that’s gonna be the focus of my training. Even tho i’m definitely not eating enough on a cut to make the best use of it. I defo intend to show off that progress on my IG. 

SO going forward I’m going to recommit to the challenge for the rest of February AND into March which is the beginning of my semester. And i’m going to reduce and combine the two into one.

From the Bull plan I’m gonna take Grow the Abyss and the social media task. These two have really been the most easily actionable and beneficial tasks. They push me out of my comfort zone, they force me to create AND they have a visible and quick return on investment. The supplementation task isn’t even a challenge now, and the Himbull loop is amazing and great but may just be best sparingly. Also not super interesting to write about. From the Himbo plan i’ll take Himbo-fy your aesthetic and Change and love it. I think these ones are again, more actionable. And I finally do have some clear ideas for how to hit them. It’s just unfortunate they’re both kinda money based.

So that’s where we’re at with HBS. I think even this stumble represents an improvement from last year’s experiment. Because rather than simply wanting to be done after 8 weeks, I want to keep going with parts. Some parts have already been absorbed into my being. I feel so much better with it this year too. I’m hotter, hornier, happier. So let's keep at it.

[0oxxo]

I wanted to say thank you to everyone who reblogged, liked, or left a comment in my previous posts.

It means a lot 🩷

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[fearandhatred]

my greatest achievement to date is finding a way to mention good omens in my religion paper about movies and television and getting an A-

[horsescary]

tbh its not that difficult to win a debate if you do like at least some amount of research before hand and say a lot of bullshit confidently

[fappellmoan]

i dont wanna be a dick and act like i have no responsibility in this but after a point dont u think if all you ever say to ur friend is Omg you never make it out why dont you ever come out with us you bail all the time youre such a flake etc. dont u think that person (me) is like. not gonna feel so inclined to. be there

[orcelito]

yet again, i have put off all my homework for the last day. i feel like this week i deserve a little more forgiveness for it, though.

reasons aside, the result is the same. im locking in for an extended study session. here's hoping this one doesn't go as badly as last week's did.

[travellingdragon]

‘I wonder if it is not the effects of the protea,’ Dorset said absently, poking through the pot with a stick and fishing out the remnants of a spiny blossom. ‘I do not believe we have seen it used as an ingredient before. The Cape vegetation has quite a unique construction within the plant kingdom. I must send the children for some specimens.’

Empire of Ivory, chapter 6

As a botanist (which I guess I kinda am? a bit?) I'm so exited at this throwaway mention of the very unique vegetation of the Cape region! Capensis is the smallest of the foral kingdoms and developed as it did because it was isolated from the Palaeotropis to the north by deserts, Protea is one of its notable genera.

[sunuism]

i only go on tumblr when im procrastinating these days

[iamthepulta]

I know it's just the normal phase of the writing process to be mid-chapter, make mediocre progress, and be disheartened at how much there is to go. But I am disheartened.

[queercatboyrights]

anyone got any tips on getting art industry jobs w/o a college degree bc holy fuck this shit is horrendous /oAo;\

[sugarverse]

Hiii! I was wondering if I could request either long or short fic about Tenya Iida. Likes it can be set in a modern setting where's he's a senior college student who's majoring in business and he has to take one more class to get his degree. It just so happened that the class is in the art building, and it is figure drawing (aka nude drawing) . Since he's just now hearing of the extra class he has to take, he's suddenly shocked when the model is an old friend of his from back home, whom he had a childhood crush on. Not only does his feelings for her come back, but he also has to have 1 on 1 section with the model for educational purposes. I kinda want it to be smut and fluff or however you see it fit. Anyway, I hope it's enough+

hi babe! omg I love this idea I kinda went a lil crazy and made it way too long. I hope u enjoy :)!!

𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

word count: 3.5k

mentions of: This is really just the fluff portion of it, kinda suggestive bc he pops a boner and leads to sex in part two. I think I’m going to make a third part simply so the two of you can go on a genuine date andsotheresmoreiidaxblackreaderouthere.

a/n: hells yeah that’s enough, hopefully I did what ya asked and so sorry I went overboard I have serious problems. here’s the smut part bc a 6.7k fic is doing too damn much but i can’t stfu my fault gang

moodboard here!

Tenya Iida.

4th year, Senior in college majoring in International Business and minoring in Spanish at Angelwood College of Arts and Sciences.

The visual arts building had only been a few minutes away from the business side of campus, which he gladly enjoyed the walk. This spring all he needed to finish was two gen ed classes, the rest revolved around his major and minor. His counselor helped set up his ‘missing’ classes before winter break considering he had to fly back to Japan to see his family for the holidays. He was ecstatic to learn all he needed was an art class with lab and a communications class. 

When he asked what the class entailed, all he was met with was “beginner artists learning anatomy.” It didn’t sound difficult, just draw what you see. It would be nice to try something new anyway. He was not much of an artist but like all things Tenya does, he planned to give this class his all. The first week had been pretty easy, learning how to draw what you see with the use of models, shapes, and lines. Nothing too hard to follow. He would practice drawing his friends on the sketchpad he bought specifically for the class as a form of studying in the free time he had.

He neverminded it for the most part, excelling his knowledge in different countries in his free time to get better at his major. Sure they could teach you the technical way to do things, but in the end, everyone is still human. It would be inconsiderate to do business with a country and know little to nothing about their culture! It took almost two weeks for him to finally be able to even start the art project anyway.

As time went on and the January snow grew less and less, it was time to start their first real project of the semester. One on One figure drawing. The class needed to fill out a form explaining their free hours due to the limited art space and everyone's different schedules. Tenya happily filled it out when it was posted, continuing to work on class work from the library so that the lecture room could also be used for said project.

Their professor had explained that in-person class would remain on Mondays and Thursdays. It just worked out better for the models and students to have so much space.

He made the small walk over to the arts building for his last class of the day, a small shine in his glasses as he entered the white light of the room. The walls were anything but bare, artwork and unfinished projects sat in every corner of the room. Paint racks, canvases big and small, even stacks of unused clay. There was a stool sitting on a small platform in the middle of the room, assuming where the model will sit. 

He stood next to the stool for a moment, looking up at the grey February sky through the skylight. The natural lighting was great, almost like a spotlight. He adjusted the lights in the room a moment, dimming them slightly so the white light hadn’t been so harsh on his eyes. He headed over to a more organized table, setting out the art supplies how he liked. He knew he was early, but he wanted to make a good first impression. What’s better than being on time?

He pulled out his laptop, checking that the few assignments for today were done and submitted. A small frown tugged at his lips as he realized he hadn’t finished something completely, typing in the last few answers. He always double checked, technology was reliable.. When it wanted to be. He couldn’t hear the shuffle of slippers against the floor over his typing and frankly, loud thinking. 

He could see someone walk past in a teal robe representing the university's colors. Glancing up from the computer to give the model a proper hello, Tenya opens his mouth to speak but pauses. 

“Y/n?” He asked, almost in a whisper in case he was wrong. A small look of confusion caused him to tilt his head to the side slightly. He hadn’t been able to see you for awhile with such busy schedules, but he knew your silhouette by heart. 

You turn at the sound of your name, mid sliding off the slippers and fumbling with the gold silk of the belt. “Tenya?” You smile, asking as you turn to slide your shoes back on and quickly shuffle your way over to him. He felt his face burn red, frozen in place for a moment with his jaw slack. He stood as if needing to detach from the seat, smiling at your happy demeanor and your quickness to wrap your arms around him. 

“It is you! I know those shoulders from anywhere!” You beamed, feeling his hovering hands slowly place themselves on your back to return the hug. He was very hesitant, simply because you were only in a robe. You pull away, hands resting on your hips and giving him a big smile. “Now what are you doin’ taking a figure drawing class, Mister businessman?”

He let out a sheepish chuckle, “I needed an art credit, W-What are u doing here?” He never had any classes with you at Angelwood, A few honors classes and gym in highschool but other than that, nada. Throughout the course of growing up, your interests drove you to different classes. 

However, classes don't matter when your families are as close as yours and the Iida family. Shared Holidays, playdates, game nights.. It wasn’t like you were some stranger. You both always made time to hang out a few times during the year to catch up without the family just to give a real check on each other. It was his favorite, almost like a mini holiday to talk to you.

He loved spending time with you. You were smart, articulated and incredibly creative. You never took slack from anyone.. Even in middle school he can remember you being the one to stand up and say something when things weren’t right. You were headstrong and determined in anything that you did.. Art majors always get a lot of grief but you never let that deter you. And that was admirable in itself! ..And he had always thought you were so pretty. 

He felt like a kid again, heart feeling as if it’d beat out of his chest at the mere sight of you. It had been around Halloween the last time he saw you, and here it was. Almost Valentine's day.. Still as pretty and bright as he remembered. Your next hangout wasn't for another month or so, so it was nice to see you sooner than that.

“I'm your model, silly!” You head over to the stool, continuing to speak. “The art department asked if I’d help in modeling and I said yes! People were too scared to sign up for the most part. I’m surprised this is the class you picked. Did you want to learn how to draw people?” You slide your slippers off once more, untying the cute bow on your hip that held your robe shut. 

Suddenly the room was very hot and he couldn't breathe. Now his heart really WAS beating out of his chest. He quickly did a 180, shielding his eyes and removing his glasses for extra measure. “WHY– do yoU have.. nothing on underrrrneath?” He croaked, voice cracking as his tone raised slightly.

You tilt your head at such a question, the gears clicking a little later than they should have. “Figure drawing is um.. Nude drawing, Tenya. You didn't know that?” You slide the robe back on, giggling at the flustered man across from you. You could see his shoulders tense, shaking his head slowly.

Now how the fuck could he have missed that.

“I um.. No, I didn't. I thought that it was.. I don't know what I thought. My counselor picked it for me and I.. Most models we've used so far have.. had skin colored undergarments… On.” He let out a nervous laugh, keeping his glasses off. He turns around, cleaning them with the end of his shirt but refusing to look up at you. He needed to mentally prepare his brain to be professional in a situation like this. Not that he minded the glance, he just never thought this would be how..

You prop your feet onto the edge of the stool, interrupting his thought. You held your knees up to your chest so he couldn’t see anything but your bare legs. “Oh Ten, I’m sorry! I can ask someone else to-”

“No! I am perfectly.. capable. It's professional and I can be.. professional..” He put his glasses back on, hand refusing to be steady as he did so. He let out a shaky sigh, smiling at you and finally looking at you once more.

You let out a small laugh at the blush on his cheeks. He was so handsome, but to see him so flustered over little ol’ you? It made your week. “We can start slow, that might help.” you slide the robe down your shoulders, slowly putting your legs back down so he could see your robed torso once more. You stopped at the top of your breasts, letting your collarbone show. “Do you have any specific poses..?” You ask quietly, trying to hold back your amusement.

He sits down, red faced and completely flushed. A nude model.. jeez. From sleepovers to recess, studying together to graduating, and now almost graduating for the final time together. That's something you don’t get to have in every lifetime. But why do these thoughts keep coming back to him now? 

There was no way he could still have romantic feelings for you. He’d never put your friendship at risk like that!

..right?

“I um.. yeah, small.” He cleared his throat, “Could you um.. Could you stand slightly off of the um.. Almost like getting up?” He fumbled over his words, staring at the empty paper as if he could burn the quick image in his brain onto the page to get the embarrassment over with. He sighed once more, trying to focus as he began sketching circles and lines as a starter sketch of the pose he wanted.

“When you need to draw a certain part I'll move it, Sound fair?” You ask, resting one foot onto the stool and one onto the ground. Your hand gripped the seat as your butt sat on the edge, similar to when people do that supposedly hot thing where they throw their head back and pull some weird rope to have water get poured on them. 

It was second nature at this point for people to see you. Of course some of them were flustered and it was pretty awkward at first, but normally not to the point of stuttering and stammering. It wasn’t often that you saw Tenya fall apart, but this was way different. Especially considering you flashed him without warning. He was one of the most endearing people you had ever met, there was no way you would have done that without proper context.

He could only nod in response, not wanting to further make a fool of himself. Lightly tapping the pencil against the table, He looks up at you. “You can um.. re.. remove the top part, y/n..” It was hard to simply draw your arms and collarbone without including the robe, so you might as well rip the band-aid off and start with the top. 

You nod, dropping it happily and letting the robe pull around your hips and between your legs. You close your eyes, facing up toward the skylight in an attempt to make him less nervous. “Sorry for flashing you at first, I would have explained but I assumed you had already known..?” You laugh quietly to yourself at your own mistake. Why would someone like him even take this class if he knew what it actually entailed?

And God, did he feel like a pervert staring at your chest like this. The boner poking his thigh almost immediately didn't help, making it even harder to concentrate. Way to keep composure. He pressed his lips together for a moment before speaking. “I had no idea, I’m sorry for my r..reaction.” He answered, stopping the pencil tapping to actually begin sketching more than just circles and lines. He hadn’t meant to yell, but he felt like he was close to passing out. 

“I think it was a pretty valid one.” You send a reassuring smile his way, seeing him send you one right back. Trying to ease the mood, you look back up at the ceiling and close your eyes to avoid staring at the ugly overcast sky above you. “How was winter break? You get to go home and see your family? How are they?” 

His smile grew wider at your question, scooting under the desk a bit more so that you hopefully wouldn’t notice his body reacting. “They’re great, Tensei is getting married soon,” He sounded excited at the thought alone, incredibly proud of his brother. 

“And my mother has started a hobby making soap, if you can believe it. She sent me some to bring back one that smells like lavender and another that smells like oranges mixed with I believe she said papaya.? She made a coconut smelling one for you– I was going to give it to you the next time we saw each other,” 

The sound of his sketching stopped and started as he spoke, giving your body small glances as he tried to study each part of your upper torso. The way your stomach creased, The way your shoulder was slightly lifted causing your collarbone to be more prominent, the curve of your breasts.. “How was your Holiday, y/n?”

“No way, Tensei is getting married?!” You accidentally stop posing, fully facing him in genuine shock. The robe was still covering your lower half, you had tied the belt to avoid accidentally flashing him again but here we are. You watch his face become even more red, eyes very obviously not meeting yours but still like a deer in headlights. 

You quickly get back to posing how you were, “Sorry Ten, That's amazing!! I hope everything goes smoothly for him and his soon to be wife.. And tell your mommy I said thank you for thinking of me. I can't wait to try it!”

A smile stayed on your lips as you thought about the times you’ve spent in the Iida household. His mother always had the best candles and incense burning, you were positive the soap would be the same. “My family is up to the same old shit, you know them..” You let out a small groan, the holidays weren’t an absolute disaster, but after not being home so long makes you remember why you aren’t going to school anywhere near home. 

“I did get some cool stuff for Christmas though! I got some new clothes and they got me a few art kits. You know, where it teaches you how to crochet? I also have a new diamond painting kit, I haven't opened either yet because it's just been so busy.” You replied, tapping your fingers on the side of the stool where your hand sat. 

You look up once more, this time because the skylight was beginning to be covered in snow. You watched as it fell, thinking back to old times when you and Tenya would spend the last three major holidays with each other. You’d always make sure to trick or treat together, your families have been sharing Thanksgiving for as long as you can remember, and spending the night in your basement on Christmas eve to wait for Santa until you were both too old. Then instead of waiting for Santa, you’d all eat at least one meal together on Christmas day. Sometimes homemade breakfast, other times a small trip to IHOP or Waffle House.

“God damn it.. It’s snowing again..” You let out a small laugh, looking over at him over your shoulder, fingers still tapping away at the base of the stool. “Hey Ten, Do you remember when we used to have those big snowball fights? The one near Red Fern?” 

“Of course I do! You refused to wear any kind of gloves and my mother would make you at least put socks on your hands so you didn’t get frostbite!” The two of you shared a small laugh at the memories of being young and dumb.

“Gloves always made my hands too itchy! They still do– But I kicked your ass in snowball fights with gloves or not.” You retort, a smirk appearing on your face. “Ice queen y/n of everything.” You could remember the insane snowball fights the neighborhood kids would have every. time. It snowed. If there was enough to make a few snowballs, there was enough to start a war. Tenya was always on your team, but it never stopped you from throwing a few his way. The ‘winner’ was King or Queen of the hill and first to sled down, which often enough was you.

“Remember when you almost broke my glasses throwing one right at my face?” He snickered, watching your smirk turn into a small pouty frown. He knew you didn’t mean to, that same day you helped your mom make cookies for him and his family as an apology, even though he wasn’t upset to begin with. But you knew it could have broken his glasses and you would be devastated if you were the reason for it. You were a real sweetheart, even if you had a weird way of showing sometimes.

“Hey! You know that wasn’t on purpose, I felt really bad after! I even let you get me back!” Which was true, but he never aimed for your face. Always a spot on your fluffy coat, never your legs because you hated your pants being wet… and a face shot just felt wrong to him. 

“Yeah, Yeah. I remember that part too,” He smiled to himself. “Those were really good times.. I remember Tensei always bringing us hot chocolate and we’d sit on your porch and draw things in the snow..”

“Oh! And when we’d come back all wet and mom already had spare clothes in her hands because she didn’t want it on the carpet. We’d put on too big clothes just to sit and watch Christmas movies..” You missed those times. But they never really had to stop, you two could have a huge snowball fight after this if you wanted to and the snow stuck. Was he too grown for that? Would it even sound fun to him?

“Do you still watch A Year Without Santa Clause every year?” He asks, breaking your train of thought. You nodded quickly at his question, grinning like a maniac. “Of course I do! And I watch Charlie Brown’s Christmas, Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer.. And sometimes Spongebob's Christmas Special. Do you still watch old Christmas cartoons?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Don’t wanna ruin tradition.” He answered, pressing his lips together slightly as he stared down at the paper. You can tell he freezes a bit, the sound of his scribbling coming to a stop. He set the pencil down, rubbing the sweat of his hands onto his thighs.

 “You can um.. remOove-..” He quickly cleared his throat, “The rest.” He let out a disappointed sigh at his inability to keep composure. This wouldn't be half the problem it was if it was someone else modeling. But this is you we're talking about. 

“You sure? If you need a minute we can take a break, honey.” You gave him a sympathetic look, still smiling but this time more.. warm. The kind of smile someone gives to another when they genuinely care for them. Or love them for that matter. He adored it, it was the same smile you'd give him when saying he needs to take a break, the same smile you give him when the two of you out to get coffee and catch up. The same smile he's fallen for many, many times. 

But to tell you the truth? It’s driving him crazy. All of this. Was driving him crazy. No matter how hard he tried to be professional, he could stop his wandering mind. You were a goddess. What else was there to do besides take a break and hopefully release some steam in the bathroom or something. Completely inappropriate, but the pain from being hard for so long was starting to cloud the best judgment. 

He looks down at the sketch so far, then back to you as he rubbed his hand upward against his face. It pushed his glasses up, causing them to be crooked when going back down. “I um.. I think I do.. need a minute.” His voice died out as he watched you slide the robe back on, words failing him because couldn’t think completely straight.

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[rafesheaven]

tutor!reader thigh riding frat!rafe's tatted thigh ༉ೀ

warnings — frat!rafe, rafe has a thigh tattoo, thigh riding, dirty talk, praising, groping, nipple play, finger sucking wc — 1.1k a/n — based on this post i made + ty @rafescvntyclubgf for the mention of the champion shorts and backwards hat

the semester nearing its end meant finals were approaching, and while half the class panicked, you were more than ready. the one thing you weren't prepared for was being asked for help by rafe cameron. your declines seemingly did nothing but fall on deaf ears, merely encouraging his pleas until you gave in, which led to the two of you spending time together for the past few weeks. while you took the study sessions seriously, there were countless times when you had to get onto rafe, who shamelessly flirted with you the entire time, to pay attention. 

your patience started to wear thin, but thankfully, it was your last session before finals. “rafe, knock it off,” you warned as he shot the mini basketball into the hoop attached to his bedroom door for what felt like the millionth time. as he was about to shoot the ball again, you reached over, snatching it from his hands, “are you even paying attention?”

“yeah, ‘course i am, it’s kind of hard not to pay attention to a pretty girl like you,” he hummed, removing his hat to fix his hair before placing it back onto his head. he clasped his hands behind his head, spreading his legs as he sat back in his chair. your eyes darted to his spread legs at the sudden movement, causing his black champion shorts to ride up his thigh. your mouth went dry when you caught sight of the ink etched into his tanned skin. 

you never expected rafe to have a thigh tattoo, let alone a tattoo in general, and you found yourself biting your lip as the thoughts your brain conjured increasingly became filthier the longer you stared at the permanent ink. after what felt like an eternity, you snapped out of it, quickly averting your gaze and clearing your throat. “can you please just focus? finals are next week,” you tried to hide your flushed face, hoping he didn’t catch you practically gawking at him, but he did. 

“i am focused,” he paused, a knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, “but i think i’ll focus better with you on my lap.” he watched in amusement as your eyes widened at his suggestion, “i-i don’t think that’s appropriate or a good idea.” 

“come on, i can guarantee that it’ll help me focus while you review the chapter,” rafe grinned, “don’t you want me to focus so i can pass this final?” you nervously chewed at your lip, “are you sure you’ll focus if i do?” you questioned, eyeing him reluctantly, “i promise, and i’ll keep my hands to myself,”  he held his hands up. 

“okay, only if you pay attention and keep your hands to yourself,” you jab a finger into his chest, “has anyone ever told you how bossy you are?” rafe muttered, earning a small smack to the chest. “i’m just messing with you, princess. no need to smack me around,” his hands grabbed your hips to pull you onto him till your legs were on either side of his thigh. 

“s’okay if i put my arms around your waist or are you gonna smack me again?” he rested his chin on your shoulder. “as long as you keep them there,” you turned your head to the side, your breath catching in your throat at how close his face was to yours before turning back around. 

your hand trembles as you skim through the textbook to find where you last left off, your nerves getting the best of you at the close proximity. when you finally found the page, you started reviewing the material, reading aloud to rafe, and asking questions to ensure he understood. 

as you reviewed the chapter, rafe started to bounce his leg up and down, “rafe, stop doing that, you’re distracting me—” your breath hitched when his thigh rubbed against your cunt through your panties. “stop doin’ what? this?” he bounced his leg again, his breath fanning against your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. “i-i’m trying to make sure you pass” you stutter, your nails leaving crescent-shaped marks as they dig into your palms. 

“just trying to help my sweet tutor loosen up. you’ve been so tense during our study sessions,” he promises. “besides, i already know everything for the final. i just wanted an excuse to be around you,” he added, stopping his movements. you whimpered at his confession, your resolve crumbling as your hips subconsciously rutted against his toned thigh, seeking friction. “thought you wanted me to stop?” he teased, his hands sliding from your waist to under your skirt, settling on your hips, “p-please don’t” you whined. 

his grip on your hips tightened, guiding you to drag your cunt against his thigh. your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, muffling your desperate moans to avoid the chances of his fraternity brothers hearing you. “make as much noise as you want, princess. s’just us here,” rafe whispered, burying his face into the side of your neck, “wanna hear all those sweet noises you make.”

his teeth nipped at your flesh, “feel good?” he helped you rock your hips. your arousal soaked through your panties, making a mess on his bare thigh, and you nod pathetically. “yeah? want to make it feel even better?” rafe rasps, pulling you till your back is flush with his chest. “please, rafe,” you begged, feeling his hand slip lower, his fingers hooking inside your panties to tug them aside, leaving you exposed. you desperately rut at his thigh, a moan ripping from your throat when he flexes his thigh. 

“good girl,” rafe coos, “trying to get yourself off on my thigh like the needy little thing you are.” your eyes flutter shut, a small gasp spilling from your lips when his tongue sweeps up the side of your neck to nip at the lobe of your ear, “you’re so close, aren’t you? c’mon, princess, make a mess f’me.” he slides one hand up your torso, pushing your cashmere sweater to sit above your breasts.

rafe dips his hand under your bra, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling at your nipple. your brows pinch together at his touch, “rafe!” you squeaked, your jaw going slack. your cries fill the room; your pussy clenching around nothing as you cum, making a mess all over his thigh. 

you pant, your chest heaving as you catch your breath, “shit…look at the mess you made,” rafe groaned. you crane your neck down, your face flushing at the sight of his thigh glistening, “such a messy little thing. maybe i should make you lick it clean, huh?” rafe swiped his fingers across his thigh before prodding them against your lips, moaning softly when you eagerly take his fingers into your mouth.

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[peachylynnie]

sick

word count: 1.8k

synopsis: in which sylus sneaks into your apartment and finds you sick. yet, you're not resting. why?

contains: sylus x mc!reader (they're not dating but sylus is pining and reader is confused), reader is implied to be in college, slightly obsessive sylus, mentions of violence and sickness, suggestive themes, cussing, and fluff.

a/n: i got sick yesterday. what better way to rest than to write about sylus? do NOT copy or steal my work. sylus WOULD NOT endorse plagiarism :)

you don't want to admit it. you really don't. but you're sick. there's no denying that with how short of breath you are, how nauseous you feel, and the goddamn soreness in the back of your throat that didn't go away with the first sip of water.

"shit…" you mumble as you sluggishly move to empty the dishwasher as your roommate asked. it's bad enough that you were sick, but you were also stressed out of your mind. midterms have been kicking your ass this semester. big assignments have been piling up on your already heavy shoulders. in essence, this was a burnout month, and all that lack of sleep and unparalleled stress had finally caught up to you. in the form of a cold, that is.

"of all the times," you grumble as you struggle to stack the dishes in the cabinet. "why now…" indeed, this was a terrible time to get sick. how were you to complete all your tasks while feeling absolutely miserable? you glance at the microwave clock in desperation. 10:00 PM, it read. although you meant to sigh a breath of relief, you let out a painful cough. maybe you could finish an assignment or two by midnight. that way, you can focus on studying tomorrow, you thought to yourself.

you sniff as you return to the dishwasher to unload the rest of the dishes. as much as you were happy for your roommate leaving for the weekend to finally see her family, you couldn't help but feel resentful. why were you here struggling to do the dishes while she got to have fun? shaking your head at your bitter thoughts, you bend down, trying to grab the utensils from the dishwasher. keyword: trying.

the sudden pair of strong arms that wrapped around you prevented you from doing so. normally, you would've swiftly elbowed the person behind you and turned around to land a hard blow that would have them seeing stars. instead, you exhale shakily. you recognize the mysterious backhugger's scent. the scent of sweet wine and sharp citrus. sylus.

how the hell did he get in? you don’t remember giving him a spare key when you told him your address. you look behind you, angling your head to meet his garnet eyes. "i did not give you my address just so you can sneak in like this," you say, trying your best not to sound like you're dying.

unfortunately, the nasal tone of your voice does not go unnoticed by sylus. instead of offering his usual quips, sylus furrows his brows and unclasps his right arm from your waist. you try not to flinch at the chill of his slender fingers touching your forehead. he frowns. "you're sick."

you immediately avert your gaze. "i'm not sick," you mutter as you try to bend down once more to grab the stupid utensils from the dishwasher. sylus doesn't let go. this time, he spins you around with his left arm, making sure that he can see you properly.

"you're burning up, sweetie." sylus says as flips the hand on your forehead for good measure. "you're sick and you know it."

you roll your eyes, squirming to get out of his grip. you did not want sylus to see you like this. a sick, miserable mess incapable of doing something as simple as emptying the dishwasher. you had an image to uphold after all. being vulnerable with someone like him could mean getting hurt again. last time you were vulnerable with someone… well, let's say you learned your lesson.

weakly, you push at sylus' arm around your waist with your small hands. you try not to think about how minuscule they looked next to sylus' deliciously veiny forearms. great, you're sick, and your mind decides to lust after sylus' arms. you shiver at your thoughts and attempt to push sylus' grip away once more. normally, escaping sylus' hold would be a reasonable task for you. after all, your sparring sessions with him prepared you to get out of sticky situations. but you were sick and exhausted out of your mind. all you could manage was a feeble squirm.

sylus' gaze moves from his hand on your forehead to your eyes. your half-lidded baggy eyes. his frown deepens. you looked extremely fatigued. your face was noticeably pale, and your intake of breath was short. not to mention, sylus could see the slight wince of pain whenever you tried to swallow your saliva. sylus sighs as he removes his hand on your forehead and replaces it with his own. you were neglecting yourself again.

under normal circumstances, you would've shied away from sylus' physical advancements. his hand on the small of your back? an immediate flinch and glare, signaling him to stop. a tap on the crown of your head? a swift jerk of your neck and avoidance of eye contact. instead—again, you blame it on your exhaustion—you tiredly close your eyes, relishing in sylus' cool forehead against your heated one. no resistance to be shown.

you don't see it, but sylus' sharp eyes soften at the sight of you accepting his touch. even with the eye bags and ghastly skin, you looked ethereal. like an angel sent from heaven to save him from his own solitary hell. as much as he wants to savor this moment of you finally giving into his touch, sylus knows what he must do. you're unwell and unrested. you need to be in bed immediately.

"you should be in bed, sweetie." sylus murmurs as he pulls away from your forehead. you try not to sulk at the loss of the soothing chill of his skin. though, not without feeling conflicted because why you would even sulk about him? for god's sake, he was a criminal. he's taken countless lives. not to mention, he choked you upon meeting you, called you a disappointment, and tried to alter you after three straight days of relentless attempts at a forced resonation… just thinking about him drives you nuts and being driven nuts is the last thing you want right now.

"i'm fine, sylus." it was your turn to pull away, trying to put as much distance between you two as his firm grip around your waist would allow. "besides, nothing a little old tea can't fix."

with that, you turn to face the dishwasher and reach for the utensils for the umpteenth time of the night. sylus sighs and pinches his nose bridge with his free hand. as much as he admired your stubbornness, he could not help but resent it at times like these. times when you were in desperate need of a break. before you can grab the utensils, you feel yourself get lifted off the ground effortlessly.

sylus' arm on your waist had moved to your shoulder, and his other arm was hooked under your thighs. he had you in bridal style in less than a second. your eyes widen, realizing the sudden change in positions. "what are you doing?!" you cough painfully. "put me down!"

you do your best to escape sylus' new grip on you by kicking your legs and squirming uncontrollably, but it was hopeless. you were weakened due to your sickness, and sylus was determined to make sure you looked only at him instead of the goddamn dishwasher. one more look at it, and he swears he's gonna break it with his evol.

quickly and confidently, sylus exits the kitchen with you in his arms and arrives at what he guesses is your shared bedroom with your roommate. he tries not to get distracted by the fact that this is his first time in your room. god, the entire space smelled so much like you, he wanted to become one with it and watch you forever and ever. dismissing his intrusive thoughts, sylus gently places you down on your bed and starts to cover you in your blanket.

"wait, sylus," you start, trying to get up. "i have to empty the dishwasher. i have homework, too." sylus tuts as he shakes his head, his messy silver locks following suit. although he doesn't respond, sylus continues to spread out your blanket. you furrow your eyebrows at his strange behavior. "sylus…" you whine. you actually whined. something you never thought you would do, especially in front of sylus. you could feel his intense gaze prick at you like little needles. you avoid his gaze, hoping to hide your flustered state.

adorable. that's what you are. incredibly adorable to the point sylus wants to grab your chin and force you to look at him as he coaxes more and more of your pretty whines out of you.

trying to fight his indecent thoughts, sylus locks eyes with you, a firm yet pleading look on his face. "you need to rest, sweetie," he leans in to adjust your pillow. "you won't get anything done in this state." you try to protest again, but sylus beats you to it. "rest. i'll take care of everything."

well, fuck. how can you say no when sylus, in all of his gorgeous glory, is centimeters from your face, telling you that he will take care of everything and asking you to do the one thing you've been longing to do for a very long time? besides, you felt sleepy ever since sylus took you in his arms. just this once. just this once, you'll allow yourself to be vulnerable with him. so that you can rest, of course. totally not because sylus had a way of comforting you so sweetly and breaking your defensive walls so charmingly.

your labored breathing slows as you cautiously nod. "fine," you yawn. "the utensils go in the very left drawer of the island while the pots and pans go in the stove oven, and…" you can feel sleep beckoning for you as you continue to list instructions. sylus can't help the grin that appears on his face as he watches your cute blinks grow in intervals.

"noted, sweetie." he caresses a stray hair strand out of your face. "i'll make sure everything is back where they belong." like you to him. though, he doesn't say that part out loud. maybe another day. when you are no longer wary of him and are willing to acknowledge his very obvious affection for you. deep in his fantasy, sylus almost misses your cute snores. he chuckles, taking this chance to admire you now that you've fallen asleep.

you truly were an angel. the way your eyebrows furrowed here and there in your sleep. the way your plump lips parted at times. the way your button nose twitched sporadically. oh, sylus loved it all. he could watch you sleep forever. but he had a better task at hand: to take care of you. he assured you that he would take care of everything. and sylus is a man of his words. carefully to not wake you, sylus cups your face with his right hand. closing his eyes, he places a delicate kiss on your forehead.

"rest well, sweetie. i'll see you soon."