#hope u have a great day anon hehe

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

OMG UR TOO SWEET 😭😭😭 THANK U SM <33 I feel bad cause I feel like I’m kinda bombarding you with stuff but INDONT KNOW WHERE ELSE TO PUT MY THOUGHTS AND THE WAY YOU ALWAYS EXPAND ON STUFF IS SO YUMMY I LOVELOVELOVE TALKING AB STSG X READER 💗💗 omfg them as childhood best friends that both have a crush on u… 🙁🙁 WALK WITH ME RN

Suguru who’s the type of best friend that you know you can count on when you need comforting. When you need a reminder that the world won’t leave you behind- that time isn’t something you need to endlessly chase after, that you’re deserving of a break from stress. Who’s more than happy to soothe you with totally platonic cuddles and tea, stroking your hair or your back with his big, warm hands, some movie you recall watching with him in your childhood playing softly in the background while you rant to him (or stay silent, he doesn’t mind). Who always, always greets you with a hug and a gentle ruffle of your hair. Who your family (and his) always joke about being your boyfriend — which is always met with fake vomiting noises, the rolling of eyes, or scoffs. He hopes you don’t catch the blush on his face. — who cares for you when you’re sick, who makes sure you’re always dressed weather-appropriately and brings a snack and a drink with him for you when you go out anywhere together. Who cares and looks out for you so much you start jokingly referring to him as your “second mother”. Who always listens to what you have to say, pausing to hear your voice no matter what he was preoccupied with before — anything that comes out of your mouth is important to him.

Who cares for all his friends, so you don’t find it out of the ordinary the way he so vehemently keeps you safe and out of trouble, that he notices every little thing about you, that he’s always there for you. Always. Who makes sure to keep it that way- to keep you oblivious to the way he looks at you, to the soft smiles he reserves for you and you alone, to the sickeningly sweet feeling that crawls up his throat when you laugh at his jokes or are physically affectionate with him. Who promises to himself (and to shoko) that one day, he’ll build up the courage confess. But for now, he prefers to enjoy the almost childish giddiness of having a crush — mentally cursing satoru and his childlike habits such as this for rubbing off on him.

Satoru, who realises he’s crushing on you after literally everybody else realises. In his Defense, he’s a naturally affectionate person ! So naturally affectionate that it absolutely flew right past his radar that the need to hug you the way he hugged all his other friends became the need to hug you in a more loving way, the jokingly flirting comments became the need to truthfully tell you how beautiful you look when you laugh, the over dramatic, playful hand kisses as he referred to himself as your knight in shining armour became the need to kiss you silly — and oh fuck, he’s in deep now. Who’s the type of best friend that lives off adrenaline and dopamine rushes and drags you on adventures with him or spends a ridiculous amount of money on you (he claims to invite you on shopping trips with shoko just ‘because’ , but it’s secretly because he knows you’ll look amazing in a certain shirt he passed the other day and seeing you in it will give him a new thing to blush and giggle about for the next 2 weeks) who isn’t the greatest at comforting, but will do his very best to cheer you up with your comfort shows and your favourite snacks (all of which he wrote down in his phone to make sure he doesn’t forget), who gets all pouty when you mention having a little crush on the handsome guy who works at the local cafe — and, for some mysterious reason, suddenly satoru doesn’t like that cafe anymore. “Food wasn’t even that good there anyway 😒” (he’s ridiculous).

Who makes absolutely no effort to hide the fact he’s whipped for you simply because he knows that nobody will think he’s serious — it’s satoru for gods sake, when is he not joking?Who always “jokes” about wanting to kiss you, who always tells people that yeah, hes your boyfriend, just because he likes your flustered reaction. Who treasures the hugs and glances you give him more than anything else in the world. Who loves giving you piggyback rides, who buys a diary for no other purpose than to write about you in it like a lovesick high school girl with a crush, who makes it very known to all of the people who he suspects might dislike you that you’re somebody he truly cares about, and that he’d rather die than let someone treat you bad.

Anyways they’re both clingy overprotective lovesick sillies that would annihilate anyone getting in the way of you being happy and healthy <3333 .I’m actually screaming why is this so long. Don’t look at me I’m hiding SCREAMS I DIDNT MEAN TO WRITE THAT MUCH I GOT CARRIED AWAY… UHM RUNS AWAY ANYWAYS HAVW A LOVELY NIGHT/DAY SSHDKAJDJSKDJJ 💗💗💗

STSG ANON MY BELOVED how did u know childhood besties is my favorite trope ever…….

first of all PLS dw abt sending long asks or anything of the sort i love love love reading these !!! and i love talking abt stsg w u too !! <33 this one in particular just ended me im SO weak for this trope u dont even know 😭😭😭

IM JUST . childhood friends is imho like The best trope for sugu ever and i think ur description is just perfect???? HES SO . hes just so effortlessly good at looking out for u and tending to u hhhhh :<

When you need a reminder that the world won’t leave you behind- that time isn’t something you need to endlessly chase after, that you’re deserving of a break from stress. Who’s more than happy to soothe you with totally platonic cuddles and tea, stroking your hair or your back with his big, warm hands, some movie you recall watching with him in your childhood playing softly in the background while you rant to him (or stay silent, he doesn’t mind).

^ THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i SOBBED i am picking u up and kissing u anon this is so good. he really is just soso soothing???? so comforting?? i feel like he would just be that One thing in life u can always trust and aaaaughhhhh im just so obsessed

HIM BLUSHING WHEN UR PARENTS TEASE U 💔💔💔💔 i can see it so clearly .

i feel like sugu would be okay with never really voicing his feelings for u?? at least not until smth pushes him in that direction . i DO think he’d get kinda jealous if u got a partner but less in a ”theyre mine” way and more in a ”i dont trust anyone else to love them properly” way yknow???? i feel like its just so ingrained in him to take care of u especially since uve known each other for so long!!

can u tell childhood bestie!sugu makes me kinda insane PHSJDHDJ u have no idea what uve awakened in me anon…….. 😭😭

AND CALLING HIM MOM SO REAL!!! he’d just scoff and roll his eyes but i genuinely think it would make him happy LMAOO hes like .. they appreciate me <3 . cutiepie.

anything that comes out of your mouth is important to him. <- IM NODDING MY HEAD SO HARD RN hes such a wonderful listener i just know he always always always pays attention when u speak :((((

Who makes sure to keep it that way- to keep you oblivious to the way he looks at you, to the soft smiles he reserves for you and you alone, to the sickeningly sweet feeling that crawls up his throat when you laugh at his jokes or are physically affectionate with him.

^ AND THISSSSS GOD THIS yeah. we’re so linked anon. i really think he’d be more than okay with just keeping all his love for u unvoiced until the moment is really right….. because you’re just so precious to him!! maybe he’d be afraid of scaring u away too if hes too forward.. or ruining ur friendship…. and he’d rather die than have that yk? ☹️

AAAANNDD THEN GOJO <3333 i havent thought much abt him w this trope tbh SO I WAS SO EXCITED TO HEAR UR THOUGHTS………. and i agree sm i see the vision so clearly . hes just sooo affectionate and clingy and adventurous i feel like he’s the type of bestie to throw rocks at ur window at 2am bc he wants to go buy snacks w u PHDKDH HES JUST;;;;; hes so sweet.

THE PIGGYBACK RIDES…….. and him “joking” around but obv its not actually a joke like thats so …….. stsg anon i need a fic on this whole concept im soo obsessed

Anyways they’re both clingy overprotective lovesick sillies that would annihilate anyone getting in the way of you being happy and healthy <333

^ SO REAL no bc i love literally everything abt this??? i keep saying it but im just in awe of u and ur thoughts stsg anon…

DONT RUN AWAY PSJDJDJ i appreciate u soooo much <3333 tysm for the meal!! as always!! here is a flower for u 🌷

[inkykeiji]

clari. yes.

i love him toooooo anon!!!!!

tw: incest/pseudocest, toxicity, coercion words: 422

sigh he would be such a good big brother, such a stern big brother, wouldn’t let you get away with anything (*/ω＼*) you can never get a single thing past him, can never sneak out to see your friends or that stupid boy he hates so much, can never surreptitiously slip past him when you’re stupidly intoxicated, can never smuggle something you definitely shouldn’t have, something he tells you no good little boy or girl should ever possess, into your room without him noticing immediately.

he’ll promise not to tell mom n dad if you promise to stay his precious baby sibling—his and his alone—forever and ever and ever <3 but he keeps all of these incidents stashed away safely between the folds of his brain, always ready to conveniently whip one out and dangle it over your parents’ heads, held precariously between a slim forefinger and a thumb, the moment you step a fucking toe out of line, the moment you do something nii-san doesn’t like, something nii-san doesn’t approve of.

it’s for your benefit, he promises you, after you inevitably appear in the threshold of his bedroom door (just like you do every night, just like you have been for years now, routine and right on schedule) with tear-glazed eyes and a twitching nose, begging to know why he’d do such a thing, why he’s so mean and cruel, yet running into his arms the moment he holds them out for you, makes a space for you, pats his thighs and draws you into his clutch.

nii-san only ever wants the best for you, he tells you as your chest stutters with poorly stifled sobs (shh, be quiet, we don’t any anyone to hear, now, do we?) and warm salt water seeps into his neck, dampening the collar of his worn t-shirt. and if you have to learn the hard way then he will teach you the hard way. it’s up to you, really.

except it doesn’t feel like a vow of sincerity, doesn’t feel like a choice you get to make. it feels like a threat.

dread unfurls stinging and sticky in the pit of your stomach, but you nod and hum and agree anyway, clinging tighter to your big brother as his palms rub soothing circles into your back and hushed praises drip syrupy sweet from his lips, a sick type of thrill jolting your blood, because you want to be good for him, his good little baby, always and forever.

[kisses4reid]

understand? pt. 1 | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

summary - you’re a polyglot translator assigned to work for the bau in a cross-national case, and there’s a doctor who wants to impress you.

genre - fem!reader, SHE/HER r, fluff, meet cute, you know more than spencer and he’s attracted to that

warnings - you're both awkward, mentions of gross case file photos, little research about polyglots actually done so there are inaccuracies, cliffhanger for part 2.

w/c - 1.4k

a/n - thank you for the req anon!! there was multiple parts to this but i really like the first idea so that’s what this fic is about, might keep the other idea for later hehe. i did change some aspects. love you, thank you for the support <33 there will be multiple parts!!! stay tuned!!!

req - hi pia 💞💝🩷💓 how r u? i hope you’re feeling wonderful! this is my first time requesting smthg i apologize if i get something wrong! i’ve been having 2 thoughts about spencer x fem!reader, where reader is a russian translator and idk they meet cute or she has to work with the bau helping them on a case. just wanted to give these ideas to you, obviously feel free to do anything with them! i really enjoy your work and your writing is incredible! i have your notifications on so i am always reading whatever you post! have a great day pia 💝 lots n lots of kisses for u!

This was not what you expected. 

You, a woman in your late twenties that spent most of her time in a room listening to voices and decoding foreign messages, didn’t know what you expected. But this: a scary boss, an italian old man, and a skinny college kid, was not it. 

“Y/n L/n? I’m Aaron Hotchner, the unit chief, and this is Agent Rossi and Doctor Agent Reid.” 

You nodded your head, thick hair covering your top eyelashes as you glanced at the men. Agent Rossi shook your hand, and Dr Reid simply stood and gawked at you. To be honest, it made you worried. You had been warned this was a close knit team, that they trusted each other more than anything and that you shouldn’t get attached to any of them as you’d only be assisting them for one case.

Maybe they just didn’t warm up to new people. 

“I’ll do your formal introduction to the rest of the team now, if you’re settled down.” He asks cooly. You like the way his voice rasps, it’s assertive yet comforting. 

“Yes, of course. I can’t wait.” You smiled reassuringly at the unit chief, not ignoring the raised eyebrow you received from the silent young man now behind you.

Aaron Hotchner, your new boss for the next week or so, lead you to a large room with a circular table sat in the middle. There were two other women, one blonde and one raven haired, and another bald man that glanced at you immediately after you entered. They smiled at you and trailed your steps to where you stood beside the unit chief in front of a large TV screen.

“Everyone, this is Agent Y/n L/n. She’ll be assisting us with the Becker case you’ve all been informed of. She’ll mainly be our translator and interpreter, but she’ll also be useful for cultural identifiers and anything that we wouldn’t notice otherwise.” 

You nodded along, never being a fan of introductions since you moved to America as a small child. 

“This is JJ, our liaison, Agent Emily Prentiss and Agent Derek Morgan.” 

The ladies smiled at you, in fact all of them did. They were surprisingly open to the fact you would be joining them, the fact made your shoulders loosen and a breath to be let out discreetly. 

Next, you were on a long plane flight to Maine with Agents you had known for little under two hours, conversing about victim profiles and motives. The table in front of the ladies and your boss was strewn with victim files and gruesome photos. And while you weren’t a stranger to the dangers and violence the job brought, you had gotten comfortable with only hearing about it and not seeing it. So you opted to hover around the table and stay silent, you weren’t a trained profiler after all, just a translator.  

There was a wave of cologne that disrupted your senses, causing you to angle your head back, only to be greeted by the tall doctor. 

You smiled softly, assuming the closeness was due to the aeroplane's arrangement. Also because you got the vibe that Spencer didn’t like you. 

“Are you okay? You seem uneasy,” he asked. It was the first time you heard his voice. And it was as adolescent as you imagined for someone so young, but it had a sophisticated edge to it, with a honey-like undertone. Finding things in voices as if they were perfumes was something you unconsciously started to do since working as a translator.

“I’m fine.” You grinned reassuringly, turning back to focus on the team’s findings. 

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows slightly and stepped away, sitting down beside Morgan who had taken a seat at the back. Morgan squinted at his friend, noticing the rare confusion splayed on his face as he stared in your direction. 

“What’s up? Pretty girl got your tongue?” Morgan removed his headphones with a cheeky smile displayed on his handsome face.

“For someone who specialises in languages she doesn’t talk much.” 

Morgan smirked, “Maybe not to you.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong though.” Spencer ripped his gaze off the back of your head.

“You’ve been staring at her since she walked through those doors. You were so distracted you didn’t even greet her this morning.” Morgan pointed out. Spencer tilted his head confused, a small blush creeping up his neck. “I watched the whole thing from the conference room, so did JJ and Emily.” 

The tall boy slumped in his chair and forced himself to look out of the plane’s window, avoiding a reply to Morgan as he knew it would only result in more teasing. You were physically attractive, everyone could see that, but the thing that caught Spencer’s attention was your intelligence. He was no stranger to being a polyglot, he learnt languages for fun, but you were simply next level. Morgan studied Spencer’s face for a second before raising his attention to your hovering state. “Agent Y/n L/n.” Morgan called, causing Spencer to widen his eyes and immediately adjust his slumped position in his plane seat. You turned your head in surprise, slightly confused why you would be needed anywhere else than the files you had been translating for the past two minutes. Your heels were silent against the carpeted floors, but Spencer could sense your presence anyways. 

“How many languages do you speak?” The stoic man asked, his eyes darting between you and the doctor below you. You were not short, your genes didn’t allow for it, but you had noticed you were only taller than JJ and Rossi in the team and it felt foreign to not tower over everyone. “Um, I speak 8 languages fluently, and 4 languages semi-fluently.” You stated, readying to turn back to assist the team before Morgan spoke up once again

“Did you know that pretty boy can speak Spanish and German?” 

Before Spencer could help himself, he corrected the man, “And Latin and Russian,” Spencer turned his head up to you, “But I can understand more.” 

You smiled, genuinely impressed and confused on how a man that young could learn that much. But to be fair, you were in the same boat. The nickname got your attention, locking it in the back of your mind to remind yourself that the people you were working with did in fact have senses of humour, and weren’t just heartless officers. There wasn’t any reason to think that though, as you had been cared for with respect and even Prentiss made a funny remark beforehand. It sort of felt like a family dinner you were intruding on. “That’s impressive, Doctor Reid.” You reply genuinely. 

“I mean it’s nothing compared to you though,” his voice was pitched slightly higher and his hands started motioning to nothing in particular, “your brain is constantly changing from high activity to low activity when you're translating from one language to another. Your language network, the lateral frontal lobe, is constantly lighting up and dimming down depending on what language you hear, ordinary people’s language networks only turn on and off.” 

Morgan smirked and glanced up at your intrigued and surprised expression. You nodded, a small blush coating the tips of your ears as you responded, “Thank you.” You didn’t really know what else to say, which is funny for someone who understands so many languages, so you simply smiled and turned back to the table. Spencer slumped again, watching you walk away and asking himself why he would inform a pretty girl about her own brain, when she most definitely already knows about it. 

“Don’t worry too much, Reid.” Morgan called, grabbing Spencer’s attention. The boy raised a brow, not understanding. “She digs it, I can tell. But she’s just like you, knows how to speak in a million ways and still doesn’t know how to small talk.” 

You landed without any more awkward interactions, and got introduced to some sheriffs in Maine, one of them giving you a tighter handshake than the rest and a stare that could only mean unpleasant things. It wasn't something sexist or creepy that lingered in his eyes, it was more like hatred. Spencer took the sheriff's attention away from you after noticing what the whole team did, and asked him to show him the records they kept at the precinct.

Emily Prentiss came up behind you and placed a hand on your upper arm, squeezing it like she understood what you had thought you'd seen. Out of everyone else in the team, she would understand the most.

taglist (open!!): @jeffswh0re @reap3erslov3 @candyd1es @0108s22m @aurorsworld

[chaostudee]

leaked , george russell

summary : you are george russell's assistant to the public eye but to george you are much more than that. warnings : language. faceclaim : maria isabel a/n : literally had this idea at like 2am last night but im acc obsessed eeek

y/nusername i'm just a girl

by landonorris, georgerussell, oscarpiastri and 560,819 others.

landonorris are those my shorts 👀

y/nusername maybe.....

user i want to be y/n when i grow up !!

f1fan GIRL WE NEED THE CURLY HAIR ROUTINE

username_67 we need a clothing line asap girll

kikagomes ugh my gorge bsf 💋

oscarpiastri i'm just a girlll 🎶

y/nusername you get it

user829 stopp y/n's relationship with all the drivers is adorable :)

georgerussell summer break, with the best company 🫶

liked by lewishamilton,landonorris, charlesleclerc and 1,679,910 others.

f1fan ugh to be that dog

landonorris basic asf fit

georgerussell this acc hurt me

user829 awwww

f1lover_88 this is so cute omggg

charlesleclerc you up for a playdate with leo??

georgerussell ofcccc

y/nprivate summer with you <3

liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, georgerussell and 200 others.

georgerussell i love you sm

landonorris WHY WASN'T I THERE

oscarpiastri fr

y/nusername selfies.

liked by landonorris, georgerussell, lewishamilton and 382,920 others.

kikagomes im obsessed with u acc

y/nusername 💋

user829 oh wow

f1fan ugh to be her though

f1lover damnnnn

landonorris 👀

georgerussell 👀

georgerussell WE ARE BACK!!!

》 y/nusername mine

》 georgerussell all yours

》 user22 oh yum

》 f1fan yesss we are backkkk

》 user11 acc cant wait for this weekend omggg

y/nusername

》 user819 HELP PLS I LOVE HER

》 f1fan WBJSSNSSK

》 user01 george memes give me life

》 georgerussell me running to my phone whenever u post

y/nusername this weekend :)

liked by lewishamilton, georgerussell, landonorris and 632,891 others.

user10 mercedes one two :)

justaninchident ugh my queen

user9229 i wish my weekly dump was like this 😩

f1fan y/n how do u feel this weekend went??

y/nusername great, as usual george and lewis tried their best but so happy with a double podium hehe

landonorris should've been me and oscar on the podium

georgerussell boy please 😀

y/nprivate date night

liked by kikagomez, landonorris, georgerussell and 471 others.

kikagomes love u both smm <33

y/nusername love u smmm

landonorris cuteee

georgerussell my gorgeous girl

georgerussellupdates GEORGE RUSSELL SPOTTED WITH HIS ASSISANT Y/N AT A KNICKS GAME !!

liked by f1fan, justaninchident, f1lover and 56,910 others.

f1fan WHAT WHAT

justaninchident guys calm down they are just close friends they have literally seen this before

f1lover i love them idc what ya'll say

user11 not y/n plsss i hate her she's so annoyinggg

anon why george

user337 omfg leave them alone its acc none of our business

username_92 👀👀

y/nusername last night 🏀

liked by georgerussell, oscarpiastri, kikagomez and 711,620 others.

knicks hope u had the best time

y/nusername yesss ilyyy 🙈

user818 outfit details plssss

f1fan why tf was she with george

user910 shes literally his assistant wdym???

kikagomes ate

y/nusername thanks to my stylist ;)

landonorris girl since when do u like basketball

anon gold digger

y/nusername

》 georgerussell i still don't understand this trend 🙃

》 y/nusername it's okay i love u anyway

》 user929 and this is why y/n is iconic

》 landonorris george is demure, oscar is mindful and im cutesy.

》 y/nusername no because literally 😭😭

》 oscarpiastri i hate this trend acc

y/nusername my bsf (and her annoying bf)

liked by kikagomes, pierregasly, georgerussell and 916,810 others.

pierregasly umm excuse me but why am i annoying???

y/nusername because u stole kika from me 😪

user82 my fav wagsss

f1fan78 no cause why are pierre and kika so cuteeee

user11 oh to be a wag

justaninchident hehe i love them

georgerussell hi everyone i just wanted to come on here to address a few things. a few days ago a social media account posted private messages between me and my girlfriend y/n. i am utterly disgusted that our privacy and private life was invaded this way and i do not condone any hateful backlash and comments to y/n or our relationship. for this such reason we decided to keep our relationship out of the public eye. i hope you can all understand that me and y/n will be taking a break from social media to focus on ourselves. thank you for all your support always ❤️

liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, lewishamilton and 2,829,923 others.

y/nusername ❤️

georgerussell ❤️

lewishamilton i'm so sorry that this happened to you guys, i'm here for you both.

georgerussell appreciate it mate 👍

landonorrris y/n and george stan forever

oscarpiastri mom and dad

taglist ⭑.ᐟ

@mxryxmfooty

@hadidsworld

@llando4norris

@lottalove4evelyn

@heavy-vettel

[satoruhour]

HIHII hope you are doing well!!!

I have a request but if you're not comfortable writing it's completely fine too!!

Anyways~ can you write something with University professor geto x top student reader??? They have a lot of sexual tension and geto continuously targets the reader in his lectures only for her to storm into his office after a test in which he didn't give her the marks she deserved just so he could piss her off and eventually leading them to blow off some steam together hehe-

HEJSJSH ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT REST OF THE DAY💗💗

-🍒

I GOT THAT DUMB D*CK !

a/n: hi cherry 2! saying 2 because i already have another cherry anon, thank u for waiting for this btw sorry this took so long omggg!!! i wanna make it similar to the short blurb i did here, but ill leave out reader being a camgirl! a lot of lore talk, just a warning

wc: 8k (sigh ....)

warnings: so much lore lol sorry, no beta we die like men, age gap (32 / 24), professor!geto, fem!reader, geto is also a cam worker, masturbation (both f and m), toy use during f! masturbation (vibrator), fantasising, pet names, praise, degradation, use of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, oral (m receiving, f receives briefly at the end), dumbification (ig?) face-fucking, deep-throating, spitting in mouth, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, cum eating, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

no one could really pinpoint the reason why professor geto had picked on you, called you out so much, and why you entertained the incessant questions. it was unbecoming of a prof., he knew, it was never smart to favour one person (negatively, in this case) in a room of bright students who could read between the lines. but he just feels himself so drawn to your furrowed eyebrows and words laced with venom, because at the end of the day, he can see that you aren’t all talk.

you challenge his views and you do it in a way that catches him off-guard. you propose insane arguments that you willingly would die at the grave just to find evidence for; or it could just be because he was staring too much at the way your mouth moved and your eyes expressed everything to pay attention to your words, finding that you were just too beautiful to be chasing a linguistics degree.

this was another thing: geto suguru could possibly have anyone he wanted. he was fine. shoulders pulled back in proper posture, hair either tied up fully or just halfway, and always, always wearing shirts with sleeves that reach his wrist. to that, everyone could see just how bulked the man was, top looking too tight all the time.

geto knew he was fine, too, because on top of (and before) being a professor, he found that he could get a good amount of money by just streaming — camera propped below his neck and obviously tight button-up shirt discarded to reveal his tattooed body, while he has his legs spread and the thirsty, horny comments flooding in on the platform. it’s been a norm by now, started from his uni days where he needed some extra money to support his fees and living necessities.

one year turned into two, two years turned into stagnancy during his third and fourth years (save for a few occasional streams), and up came a little funny graduation stream suggested by his best friend. geto had spent a good half ’n hour talking about his time in university and thanking his viewers, changing up the setting almost immediately by showing hard he was.

[uzum4kisl0ver]: YEAAAH we’re getting to the good stuff, thank u for feeding us so well these few years uzumaki-san!!

[minstash96]: Congrats on graduating Uzumaki-san!! I rmb joining during your third year and found out from everyone u were getting busier </3 but Im glad youre back again!!!

[g_bigdick_s]: fellas is it gay to support your best friend’s graduation jerking off stream

the flood of “yes”’s replying to gojo made the streamer laugh, thankful that his best friend had listened a little and at least changed gojobigdicksatoru to just his “G.S.” initials to avoid people finding his LinkedIn. from there, geto had gotten into the true nature of his stream easily, fishing out his cock to stroke and loving the sounds of tips coming in, the name of his alias Uzumaki continually commented. since then, it’s become a side hustle — finishing his masters, training to become a professor, it’s all natural to him, taking even further steps to make sure he isn’t found out.

exactly, he could have anyone he wanted — a fan from his streaming account, or one of satoru’s regular fwb’s but instead he finds himself drawn to someone else, you, the second year student in his bilingualism and multilingualism module that he has no trouble teaching despite his freshly employed status.

at the start of the week, the gods decided thought it would be funny to delay the campus bus that would take you to the english department for a consultation session with your professor. you couldn’t focus in lectures due to bad cramps, you were behind on your non-major related courses, the bad luck just seemed to seep into one day after another. you had woken up late, putting on a terrible outfit that no one really cared about, except your professor who just had a smirk on his face.

“if you notice, runes were created as they were spoken — spelt as they are said which almost look like ‘pictographs’,” prof. geto switches to the next slide with the runes and their meanings alongside a jumble of symbols that send the whole class into hysterics, “can anyone sound out the phonetics of these runes to me? hint: even though i said they look like pictographs, the first rune is definitely not an E.”

he was known for asking questions during lectures, pleased with anyone that would even try because he knew how quiet lecture theatres could get. he was exactly like that in university, too, letting satoru take all the attention due to the many unknown people in the same room. now, he found that asking the questions was a little entertaining, seeing the way students look back down at their laptops and avoid eye contact. but he doesn’t need to do anything and his body is already turnt towards you. he’s not even pointing physically, which he thinks he’s done a good job of restraining himself.

ᛊᛃᚨᚾᛖᛚ

“the words and names should be as they sound — so ‘s’ or ᛊ should translate into a ‘c’ since they didn’t have a C back then and it’s the closest sound to C. ᛃ can’t be ‘h’ because of the usage of H in hagl . . its pronunciation is different and plus, we’ll spell it how we say it, so maybe it’s ‘j’?” you mutter to yourself, an urge to answer the quickest, always. you aren’t sure where this streak came from, but you’ve been smart always, “sja . . it either can be chanel or channel since there’s a rule you can’t use the same rune twice in succession . .”

professor geto already knows you’d be the first to answer, raising your hand even without looking since you were still calculating the other four letters which you put together fairly quickly.

you take the safest route, “chanel, with one N.”

geto clicks his tongue and sucks in a breathe, “so close, miss (y/n), but it’s because i cheated a little on my part.” you can feel your blood boil and the grimaces of other students when he switches to the next slide and there’s a little grin on his face. it says — ‘there is no distinction between capital and small runes, nor can you use the same rune twice continually.’

“you are right, partially, but i did want to drive home the point,” which he’s sure you already know. “that words with two N’s or L’s or whatever, would only show up in the runic language as only one character.” your face morphs into something of annoyance and the grin on professor geto’s face only widens — that defiant, headstrong nature is something he loved, but the grin drops a little when he imagines something . . out of the classroom. his pants tighten.

you mirror him, clicking your tongue and reluctantly taking down the note in your documents before sinking into your chair — not even chō, you friend, could find the proper words to comfort you. you spend the rest of the lecture, sulking, unwillingly answering his incessant questions with a scowl on your face and a headache forming.

this never stops—

“miss (y/n)?” one-on-one meetings were the bane of your existence, but it was the only way to connect with your professors properly — here, geto calls you to talk about your latest essay where you were the last on the roster. by then, everyone has filed out with nobara waiting for you just outside the classroom.

“don’t have to call my name, i’m the only one here.” you mutter under your breath, and geto feels a little annoying today.

“what was that?”

“nothing—”

he hums, scooting his chair closer once you sit, and while you find the gesture a little weird, you’re overcome with just how good he smells and it only fuels your hatred more. it’s no fair that he’s so . .

“miss (y/n).” you sigh with an apology, frankly not ready to hear how he’d be attacking your essay. it was written on a rushed timeline, you didn’t cite your sources properly, you knew some criticism was warranted as much as you didn’t like to hear it from your professor’s mouth.

“. . you do know you can’t just rely on your brain, right?” geto speaks softly and you feel your heart flutter at his tone. he points to the places where you forget your in-text citations.

“but professor, information about syntax and phonetics just comes like second nature . .” you mumble, ignoring how he closes his eyes and hisses, “and all the sources on the internet say different things.”

“then just find a reliable one.”

you tsk, taking the paper from him and flipping to the next page, “well, i did one here.” the paper makes a sound when you press your finger into it, aware of how close you are. from here you can feel the heat radiating off his body, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

“too long ago, needs to be within five years.” geto’s lying through his teeth.

“no, it does not!” you pull back and look at him incredulously. ah, the feeling’s gone, “not in language related papers, at least!”

“but that claim was from the 2000’s, miss (y/n), for all we know it could’ve been resolved by then.”

“then why didn’t you say anything about chō’s scholar article from the 1990’s?” you’re standing up, now, furrowed eyebrows depicting the very thing you feel: confusion, agitation at being treated like this. given you weren’t in the best condition when you wrote this essay, but you still gave it your all.

“her argument was about the interconnectedness between the romance languages — yours,” he punctuates while leaning back in his chair. you don’t like how your eyes flit down to his lap, but you’re forced to look up when he stands up too, “is about the use of ciphers in comparison to an immature language developed on the internet that created in the 2019s. any scholar claim before that would be void.”

your blood boils just like that day. alas, he had a good point, but like always, the gentle slit of his eyes and the all-knowing smile didn’t match the bullying he was laying on you and you despise it.

even! even, as you notice how there’s probably less than a inch between your faces as you puff out your chest to look more intimidating and yet geto suguru towers over you. and even when your heart beats loudly in your ears, feeling his hot breath fan over your own face while you don’t miss how he licks his lips and glances down to yours not-so-secretly.

you swallow at the silence, until there’s the annoying notification of his Outlook cutting the tension and soon you’re snatching the essay from him, walking to where your bag is. although you want to let your anger overflow, all you say is a tame, “noted. thanks, prof” with a glare, eye twitching.

you made sure to slam the classroom door with shaky hands . .

. . but you’re not very good at capping your rage. “i swear to god! he better fucking check his mirror and admire himself because soon i’m going to beat him up so bad that everyone can’t recognise him.” geto’s lips turn up in a small smirk at your flared expression he just witnessed — he just loves your dirty mouth and he finds himself thinking of it more and more often.

chō only can tut, “so you find him attractive?”

“what? how the hell did you infer that from my rant?” you scoff, shoving her to the side, not aware that your whispered outburst is heard as he’s packing up. he simply enjoys looking at you walk away through the glass slit of the door, hips swaying unknowingly.

“bad news, guys,” geto, or rather Uzumaki, sighs on screen, adjusting so the lens of the camera rested just below his collarbones. easily, his chat fills up with a mixture of horny comments and genuine questions, chuckling to himself as he unbuttons his shirt. he feels more like a sinner at this point, suddenly flustered with the confession he’s about to make.

“i think i’ve taken quite a liking to someone,” geto hums, hands going to his trousers to palm his bulge. he had to get home immediately after that, cancelling his meetings for the day. with a single text to gojo, the white-haired man was excited to hear everything about this new person, thankful that his best friend will finally not be alone.

[g_bigdick_s]: TELL US! TELL US!!!! TELL US!

but professor geto is lost instantly, imagining you as he massages his erection. thinking about your anger transforming into pleasure, into obedience for him as he forces your mouth down on his cock. oh . . how’d your mouth and hands feel, how’d your pussy feel.

geto groans, already removing his dick from the constraints, and pumping it to full length. he doesn’t even talk much, only the endless comments and tips reminding him he was still on live. spitting on his hand, he wraps his hand around himself again, thumbing the tip and hoping it’d be your tongue swirling around it.

what would you look like on your knees, taking each inch of his cock down your throat? would he be able to wipe the defiance off your face? would he be able to fuck his smart student, dumb?

“you need a good destress, woman,” chō suggests over the phone, voice a bit uneven due to it being stuck in between her shoulder and ear, “go on camstar or something, i’m sure you’ll find something hot there.”

“chō, i am not going on a porn streaming website! i’ll very much settle for my smut fics, thank you.”

“boo, don’t you get bored? i get that normal adult industry videos are super inaccurate but . . when was the last time you’ve watched an unfiltered, unedited jerk off vid? that’s the hottest.”

you scoff, “yeah, like you would know, miss complain-whenever-you-get-dick-pics.”

“that’s because it’s unsolicited! plus all the men who send me pics have ugly dicks. if anything i’m more open to get unsolicited pussy pics rather than consensual dick pics at this point.” your friend nonchalantly says, spreading her fingers to look at her manicured nails, “but anyway, prof geto is on your ass too much lately. maybe he wants to get in your pants?”

you don’t recoil at the suggestion as much as you expect to and you’re puzzled at that — “please never say that again.” just as you’re saying this, you’re typing in camstar.org even though you told yourself not to but deep down, you know that you’ve been craving more than just twitter links and porn with plot stories. on the front page, you’re seeing a video thumbnail of a guy with a fairly big . . feature, countless tattoos lining his body while you can catch a faint glimpse of his long hair in the dark room — it’s the only one that draws you in, other streams merging into a blur.

chō’s voice fades off when you notice just how popular the stream is, cursor hovering over the title (“just a ramblefap, need to release some tension”) almost tempting you to click.

“okay, will get back to you,” succumbing to your needs, you shamelessly grab your vibrator just as she cheers into the phone. you can hear that’s my girl! on the other side as you stifle a smile, bidding a goodbye before you settle into bed. from there, you do what you always do: relax for a few, slow your breathing, get yourself wet a little—

click.

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you shove the vibrator under your pillow and bury your head into it, screaming.

“i mentioned in yesterday’s lecture that Latin evolved from the dialects of the Italic peoples of ancient Italy, or Latium, a region in central western Italy. over time, Latin absorbed elements from other languages, such as Etruscan and Greek, and it became the main language of the western Mediterranean.” professor geto rambled on in classic geto fashion — it was his passion that made him so easy to listen to, as with the many enamoured girls with googly eyes and the guys who wish they could carry themselves the way geto did.

you’d say the same thing: his love for his subject of study made him attractive — charming even — as much as you didn’t want to admit to your friend, but you’d be more open with your attraction like everyone is if he wasn’t—

[9:52am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] so fucking annoying and cocky and picking on me all the time!!!!!! im soooo sick of him im so serious omfg ....

but today, he’s looking less at you and more at other students, or even marvelling at the terrible paint job of the classroom as he goes from slide to slide. he talks about the derivation in which French separates from Latin, borrowing similar spellings and meanings from the old language while separating the way they are spoken.

“French is the most divergent of the romance languages because of strong Gallic and Frankish influences. The Celtic Gauls spoke a language similar to Old Dutch but adopted Latin as the Romans invaded Gaul.” you don’t even have to look at him to get him thinking of lewd things, spiralling into his fantasies ever since last night. geto is a little fatigued, too, having lost sleep over his fucking student which he just can’t help bothering. excitement at having you in class before is now turning into dread with every week that passes, and this week is just one instance.

“uh— i-i know you guys aren’t well-versed in either, but with your knowledge of both languages,” geto pulls at his tie. he feels hot, “discuss with your tutorial groups, the differences between the two and list down examples. just come up with one difference, but preferably name a few instances.”

[10:01am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] wish u were here im so bored 😭😭 profs acting so weird today tho

[10:01am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] is he looking hot and bothered, nervous ??? like he wants to cry? im tellin you he wants you fr

of course she’d come out of her sickness-induced sleep just to bother you about him having the hots for you.

[10:02am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] you’re so ... i swear pls shut up he may want me but i do NOT want him

[10:03am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] not even while you were just ranting about how his side profile looked a little too good in lecture yesterday?? anyway i hope you’ll be able to get that nut tn 🙏🏼 that guy on camstar sounded hot asf

[10:04am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] ikr i cant believe i got cockblocked by a fuckin livestream ending 💀 thank you fr i need it atp

“any progress here?” he comes out behind you and you slam the phone so hard you give the both of you a scare while your other friends exchange giggles with each other. what you don’t know, is how his arm is positioned upon the back of your chair and his whole body hovers just beside yours. you’re threatened to look, but you know if you do, you’d be falling deeper into the pit that you promised yourself not to fall into.

“yup, we’re just discussing things about how in terms of grammar, French has conjugation but almost no declension. but— uh, it rather uses word order to express some of the intricacies that Latin expresses through word endings.”

you can see geto nod from your peripheral, “good. good answer, any examples to show me?”

your friends nod towards you since you’re usually the one with all the information about different languages. they aren’t foreign to the way geto keeps calling on you to answer him, too, so you shouldn’t have any problem with this, right?

wrong. you’re stuttering through your answer, turning your head finally and being met with the sight of prof geto looking down on you like a deer caught in headlights. you think that being in lecture theatres, sitting near to the back and your hatred in general has desensitised you to the beauty of your professor, because being under him like this makes your core pulse uncomfortably and your voice shaky.

“. . hm? what was that?”

“i was uhm— saying how— uh,” the way geto nods at you makes you more nervous, painting you as someone who someone who had all bark and no bite, but the other knows very well that you had a nasty bite. you’re smart and witty, pretty, hot as fuck, and if anything, it’s taking everything in geto not to bend you over and show you your place in this very classroom in front of everyone, too.

“little lady got nothin’ for me today?” geto purses his lips and lets his teasing side take over, an easy-going smile taking over his features that you just want to kiss and slap off at the same time. wait.

“i didn’t get enough sleep because i was too busy trying to rewrite the damn essay you said i had outdated and missing sources for,” you speak through gritted teeth, feeling a mixture of arousal and pure rage for the man hovering over you.

geto juts his lip out in a pout, face getting dangerously close to yours and challenging you. he just hopes your two friends won’t say anything, “well, darling, if you picked an easier topic to argue about, you wouldn’t be doing that, would you?”

“well, sorry i’m always trying to outdo myself. are you, professor geto? what with your boring suits and black and white slide designs?”

you click your tongue and turn back to your phone to pull up your chat with chō while geto takes a deep breath, desperately hoping the hard-on wouldn’t show through his slacks. your other two friends only giggle even more at the exchange, because for the rest of the class, professor geto is on edge, unable to teach coherently.

[11:17pm, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] YOU DID WHAAAAATTTTT...???? GIRL YOU SAID THAT???!!!!!!

[11:18pm, (y/n) -> chō 💟] bro what if i get expelled.. i shouldnt have but he was pissing me off so much... i did put an apology in the end tho

by then, you’ve already submitted your rewritten essay, putting in a short note at the end for your behaviour in class. although you don’t take it back, you’re still trying to play it safe especially with how much you paid to get into university. you scroll along camstar, bored out of your mind and hoping to find something as compelling as the inked guy from last week, but nothing really draws you in. until you’re refreshing the page, and just like the previous time, the popularity of that same bulking guy seems to push his video to the top.

and finally, before you’re clicking into the video, you check out his profile: in his early thirties, started this account when he was 24 and in university. you smack your lips at that — he’s been doing this for almost ten years? that’s dedication. in curiosity, you scroll down his account, seeing the progression of which this guy built up his figure and tattoos that litter his body. he’s kept the same format, camera showing his body chest down until you’re lazy to scroll more, a little disappointed in not being able to find any indication of his face.

you think that maybe you saw a glimpse of that wrist tattoo that matched the tattoo on your professor’s wrist, but you could just be imagining things.

“alright guys . .” the man on the screen huffs, clothes already discarded to get straight to the point, and you’re recording a small snippet of the same guy you told chō about. “had a rough day today.”

the onslaught of comments going i can make u feel better!!! Take ur anger out on me Uzumaki-san makes you sputter and laugh, sending that video first before you’re taking another. your attention is stolen for a moment, seeing chō react with emojis to your video message (“let’s see what emails i got today, huh?”), but the structure of sentences that the man speaks soon brings you out of jollity and into shock.

“how cute, an essay sent straight to my email.” geto wants to do anything but look at emails right now, but ever since he’s gotten your rewritten assignment, it’s all he’s wanted to check out if it wasn’t for the many meetings and errands he had to run today. “yadda yadda . . oh?”

“i’m sorry for today’s lesson,” purposely pausing to leave out his name, geto continues on, “i shouldn’t have reacted in that way no matter the situation.” a smirk forms on his face while your body fills with dread. in your panic, you pull up your own document whilst catching all of this on camera, tracking each word as the man on camstar.org continues to say out your apology word by word.

and then bit by bit, you’re making out how the man behind the camera might, just might be your linguistics professor. the broad shoulders, the jawline, the long hair, the manspread . .

but even with your heightened combination of excitement and revelation, you don’t click away, blindly sending the video to your friend and then shamefully digging under your pillow to grab your vibrator.

“teaching people is so difficult sometimes, guys,” he grunts, pulling down his underwear and revealing his already hard cock. he lets out a shaky sigh as he wraps a hand around his shaft, “you usually get the people who won’t do any work, the ones who are absent half the time — usually they go hand in hand.”

professor geto laughs and you twitch at the lovely sound. “but . . there’s this one girl . . in my classes— f-fuck.”

you’re entranced, watching your professor masturbate in front of thousands of people who possibly didn’t know a thing about this man while you try to get your jaw off the floor, “who is entirely different from these categories.”

“she’s smart,” geto groans out and you watch transfixed as he starts to pump himself, hips grinding up into his palm, “she’s so smart that i’d want to get to know her one day and just talk about anything.”

“s-she’s so fucking attractive, too, you guys won’t even— oh goddd . .” you feel like you’re being watched, so you’re careful with how you’re putting your vibrator to your core and once you start it, the moan that leaves you lines up with geto’s deeper groans. it turns you on so damn much.

with his head tilted back, he’s long gone as he moves his hands faster and faster, the slick noises of his pre-cum and spit mixing in together — geto only wishes he could act on his desires once the course was over, but knows you’ll probably be mortified at the prospect. at least here, he can imagine that it’s your mouth or cunt doing all the work.

“s-shitttt . .” the professor sounds out, hissing when he thumbs his tip and even more pre comes spilling out and while you watch, you’re hypnotised by the beautiful moans in its perfect cadence and the thickness of his cock. by now his chest is heaving and he’s holding onto his bedsheets so tight you wish it was your thighs.

“i want to fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her head and get her dumb on my cock,” geto whines, hips fully bucking up now while you press your vibrator deeper into your clit. you’re left wondering how his mouth would feel, to shut him up by pressing him into your cunt until he can’t breathe, soak his stupid fucking suits, “want to hear her moan my name.”

you whimper at all the things professor geto swears he wants to do to you, grinding into your hand while he speeds up as well. he doesn’t speak, simply stroking himself as he thighs tense up and he squeezes his shaft with head full of visions of you in terribly lewd positions, making disgusting sounds, and all for him. it isn’t long before geto cums with a loud drawn out moan, shooting his cum onto his torso with a sigh before taking a sticky hand to his lips, licking it off — “i’d want to see my cum dripping out of her one day.”

that sends a chill down to your core, biting your pillow before you release softly all over your hand and vibrator; you spend the rest of the night watching professor geto’s other videos.

[12:32am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] oh. OH..........

“i should’ve just taken an off-day today, i do not want to get back our results.” chō rubs at her eyes and temples, wanting anything to do with the return of test marks, but unfortunately it was the week after midterms and it was inevitable, “don’t need to ask you though, you’re probably not worried at all.”

“trust me, i am,” you bite the inside of your cheek. it’s been at least . . two weeks after that whole debacle, and despite your intense vents with your friend and the continuous picking on by prof. geto, nothing out of the blue was happening. except, maybe, your growing physical need for your professor and your simultaneous, increasing hatred for him.

“it’s only midterms — you don’t need to worry too much since it doesn’t contain a high percentage. what you should be focusing on are your finals. we’ll work on your shortcomings and mistakes here so you guys will do the best when the time comes.”

and when professor geto comes around to hand you your test, all you do is glare up through your lids, taking it from him before feeling your whole world crumble.

“a B+?!” your mouth gapes open at the blatant 65/100 mark that glares back at you. you know that you would’ve gotten anything but a 65, willing yourself to study harder and harder just to rub it in his pretty little face that you weren’t falling behind in his class. at this point it’s got to be personal, so soon, you’re packing up your things angrily with the intent to storm his office after your other classes.

it’s late in the afternoon when you finally finish your other tutorials on a short fuse, him clearly getting ready to head home by the darkness of his office when you shove your way through the door.

professor geto is sat in a laid-back position, tie hung on the hooks installed in the office and a few buttons are unbuttoned, revealing the very familiar tattoos you’ve become acquainted with.

“to who do i owe the pleasure?”

“cut the crap, prof.,” you scowl, using your foot to slam the office door close. despite the late nights being buried in your sheets, you won’t let yourself be treated like this, “i deserved anything but a 65 on midterms.”

geto tilts his head, sitting up and gesturing out to you; you realise he wants to see your test paper.

“ah!” with a finger, he makes a show of finding for your obvious mistakes which was minimal — but the way he marks obnoxiously tells you everything you need to know, “here. your comprehension of the similarities between Latin and Ancient Greek was too surface level, you didn’t explain why—”

“i. did!” you press down into the paper like the first time, leaning over his table and reading out the exact answer you wrote just a few days ago, “here, since your blind ass wants to act like i wasn’t answering the question.” you push yourself into his desk more, eyes levelled with his. you dare him to say something smart.

“well, your explanation of the six cases in Latin left out the locative, the last one, and there were some problems in the conjugation that the test asked of you.”

“bullshit. show me, if you’re so confident.”

professor geto knows he’s hit a dead-end. he was telling lies, full of it, but he’s enjoying every second of the anger that translates into your features, of the growl in your voice. he leans back further the more you close in on him.

“nothing, right? so tell me, do you hate me that much?”

geto simply laughs, crossing his arms and reminiscing on the many nights he’s spent doing anything but.

“quite the opposite, sweetheart.” the name catches you off-guard for a moment, but your sour face returns soon enough.

“then what the fuck do you think you’re doing, picking endlessly on a student?”

your professor sits forward, prompting you to cower back. you think it’d be good to bring up whatever he’s got going on on camstar.org but you’ll wait to a good moment before you say anything about your trump card, until geto snaps you out of your stupor by towering over you. the sheer difference makes you swallow.

“because i like seeing you flared up and angry and mad.” professor geto surprises you with each second, the nonchalance in which he said it, the stupid, attractive smirk on his face. now’s the time.

you compose yourself, thinking of the best way to phrase this, “you know you’re not entirely safe, either, you know. i could report you with the frequency in which you’re picking on me.”

you point a finger to his chest, thinking you could get him to lay off immediately with this as much as you were hoping he wouldn’t. the attention was unwarranted but not entirely . . terrible, “that wouldn’t look so good on your record, right, Uzumaki-san?”

you relish in the surprise that seeps into geto’s pretty features but it’s a short-lived victory when he goes back into a relaxed state, expression neutral — “so you know.”

“know . . what?” your professor pulls away and walks around his desk, finally in close proximity to you like he’s always wished.

“how badly i want you.” he whispers, but doesn’t go past that, rather letting you figure everything out for yourself.

“‘. . fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her head’, right?” you mumble softly, not admitting to even chō that you had watched that livestream over and over enough to memorise the few sentences. geto wraps an arm around your waist to tug you closer, faces so close that you could just shut him up.

“go on.”

“you want me to go dumb on your cock,” professor geto mutters a correct which undeniably sends a thrill to your core.

“you want to hear me to moan your name.” “—want to hear her moan my name.”

a small smile spreads across his face (even if you left out the most important thing) as he finishes his own sentence with you, eyes clouded over with lust and your scent and he’s positive he can smell your soaked panties from here if he tries hard enough.

“that’s right.”

“sooo . .” by god, you fucking hated the man, but seeing someone stroke their cock to just the thought of you — how could you pass off such a good opportunity? “do you prefer professor geto, or suguru?”

geto groans at his first name usage, setting you on his desk and presses himself into you at the sound of papers flying to the floor, stationary falling to the ground. he can only hope no one walks in. he’s fully hard, loving how your legs naturally spread for him.

“whatever you want, baby.” and after, it’s all history with the way geto crashes his lips into yours, letting you pull at his jacket and shirt, practically ripping open the buttons to see his tattoos that you’re begging to see. slowly, he lets you trace them while he kisses down your neck, roughly pulling your sweater off of you. you have the cutest tits, packaged nicely in your bra which he has no trouble taking off. there’s a small sound that escapes his mouth when he unclasps your bra and your breasts come falling out.

“didn’t tell me you had such a nice pair . .” you giggle.

“yeah, like i would straight up tell my professor that.” with a hand, your hand follows the ink of his dragon that wraps around his body and torso, right down to his happy trail, “but i mean, you get the honour of seeing it now.”

with a squeeze to his bulge, you whisper, “maybe i’ll let you fuck them next time.”

geto lets out a little moan, “fucking minx,” before he latches his mouth onto your nipple, kneading the other greedily. a soft moan leaves your mouth as you knead his erection, a culmination of your combined groans in the quiet office. soon he’s giving attention to the other, a hand trailing down into your panties where he rubs your clit to test the waters, and he smiles into your skin at the way your hand falters and your head hangs forward.

“p-professor . .” it’s clear geto can’t wait, because he pushes a finger into you easily with how dripping wet you are, panties showing a dark patch of your juices. “s— so thick—”

“i know, baby, gotta stretch you out,” a soft pop! is heard as he comes off your nipple before he meets your lips in a sloppy kiss. he shoves his tongue into your mouth the moment he pushes a second finger in and he swallows your moans, letting you feel around his body to dig your nails in — it was just too damn much.

“so— suguru, your f-fingers, they’re so—” even with your protests, your hips grind up against his thick fingers that are pumping in and out of you, taking every last piece of fire in you as you succumb completely.

“what, miss (y/n)?” geto memorises the exact way all your previous blazing words are reduced to mere mewls and whimpers, alongside your pleas for more, more, more.

“i need something—” you whine when he pushes all the way inside, stretching your cunt so well as you clench around him like a vice and sucking him in, “i wanna make you feel good—”

you get at least a little resolve in the time it took you to say that, drunkenly unbuckling his belt before pulling his cock out. his tip is positively leaking, fingers curling instinctively in your pussy and your moans mingle together again.

“c’mon, prof, please?” geto tuts, reluctantly removing his fingers from your cunt which he wish he could spend more of his time in, but gives in to you as you switch positions, pushing him against his own desk. from there you’re going to your knees, marvelling at the cock you’ve watched on your very own screen.

“better than you imagined?”

you roll your eyes, “shut up or i’m blue-balling you.”

geto exhales forcefully, cut off when you put your mouth gently over his tip. you suckle on it like a pacifier, swirling your tongue around the mushroom head and looking up at him through your lashes; the sight is heavenly. the hair from his bun had fallen out, framing his pleasure-filled face, and the veins on his arms pop out so much from how harshly he’s grabbing the wood.

“f-fuck, baby . .” his words are lost once you start bobbing your head, encasing his shaft deep in your mouth as you suck and lick and slobber over his thick cock, using your hands to stroke the places you can’t reach. a choked moan weasels itself out of geto when one of your hands deviate to play with his balls, squeezing lightly at the sack while you continue to lick the underside of his length.

“take me like a slut, don’t you?” geto says breathlessly, fingers going through your hair to gather the strands into a makeshift ponytail, cradling your head to guide your mouth, but he soon starts to thrust into your waiting mouth.

“want me to fuck your dirty whore mouth?” your professor asks and you hate how much it turns you on as he brings you off to let you breathe for a moment. you stick out your tongue, big doe eyes just pleading to be used as your hands anchor themselves down to his belt loops.

“y—yes, prof., give me everything you got,” geto hums, seemingly satisfied with your answer as he taps your tongue with his tip, cock so heavy and thick it makes you whine a little before he shoves it in without warning. the moan that rumbles deep in your throat sends vibrations up his body and he starts a pace immediately.

“that’s it, that’s it—” you breathe through your nose as geto face fucks you, two hands covering the back of your head as he thrusts into your throat. your mouth’s just so damn warm and tight it has geto groaning non-stop while your eyes start to well up with tears. he uses you like a cocksleeve, abusing your throat each time his tip meets with it.

“fuuuckk— yes, yes, your throat’s so—” geto tilts his head back when he buries his cock in you, the deepest he’s ever been and your nose meets with his pubes, the smell of his musk and sweat making your eyes roll back in pleasure. suguru is all grunts before moving again, the gagging, gawking noises filling the small space.

“mmhm— mmf!” you moan around his length, trying your best to move your tongue along the underside of his cock. a hand goes down to quell the growing need of your cunt, slipping a finger or two in.

“dirty girl just can’t think straight when she has a— s-shit— cock in her, huh?”

you hum in agreement, eyes fluttering when you feel his tip twitch in your mouth and geto spills right into your throat with a long moan. your lids flutter close, taking as much cum as you can before coming off with a deep breath. strings of his cum and your saliva connect you to his cock, the lewdness of it all showing clearly in how sloppily you sucked your professor off.

“open.” and you show your tongue still full of his cum, taking the opportunity to lean down to let a ball of spit fall from his mouth. it drops painfully slow to your tongue, closing it only when you hear the rasp of swallow, “good girl.”

“think i’ve kept you waiting for too long, need to be in you,” geto brings you up by your upper arms, propping you up nicely onto his desk where you already start to leak into the wood, “do you want me to be in you?”

“only if you promise to stop picking on me, prof.,” you pout. really, a changed girl once you get some cock, huh?

“but you’re too cute not to bother, baby.” your pout deepens and geto feels a tug on his heart. oh, you were too adorable, knowing you’d kill him the next time he mentions this. he hopes they’ll be a next time.

“i mean it, suguru,” you murmur as he uses his tip to play with your juices, smearing it around your cunt. “treat me like a proper person.”

“can i at least treat you like a slut behind closed doors?”

you bit your lip, he’s asking for a next time, and who are you to reject him?

“whatever you want, professor,” you wiggle your hips along his cock, hoping for some friction which he grants to you with no problem, “use me. treat me like your cum dump.”

geto hisses at your tightness and your words as he bottoms out in you. he’s had your pussy once and already cannot get enough of you, moaning each time he moves in and out of your cunt. your walls hug him so snugly, sucking his cock in endlessly.

“baby, baby, baaaby . . your pussy’s so fuckin’— good—” he grunts into your ears, hips starting to thrust slowly into you. he swears he can see you in your tummy, asking you to look down, “look at how deep i am in you, sweetheart.”

you moan at just how big he was as you glance down, but you’re more focused on the way your pussy spreads for him, the cute veins on his length as he moves in you. you’re leaking so much that it’s effortlessly, the way he rams into you.

“sugu— suguru . . mmfuck—” geto groans upon feeling you rub your clit, your own hips bucking needily into his own as your juices start to drip down his balls. this was everything that he hoped would happen; your features morphed into pleasure, you descending into stupidity just from some dick, feeling your pussy, finally.

“hear yourself?” your professor proposes the question and you’re confused for a moment until he slows down and you whine at the sudden change, brought to attention just how soaking you were. the soft shlick, shlick, shlick sounds take your breath away, as with the translucent sheen of your juices coating his cock.

there, your professor resumes his pace, “hear how fuckin’ sloppy this pussy is for me. listen to her,” your senses are all overwhelmed: by how he hits all your sweet spots, the sweat on your back, your fast-beating heart and you let out a mangled whimper, “yesss . . that’s what i like to hear.”

geto smirks at how you can’t even answer, picking up his pace into a regular one. with his cock buried deep in you, you have no choice but to let your body move with his thrusts, jerking each time his balls meet your ass noisily.

“is this what the little lady needed? just some professor cock to get her to not be so damn uptight!”

“y—yessss . .” you’re delirious, “yesyesyes, suguru!” you squeal when he holds your legs up and pushes your legs into your chest, tongue lolling out at the deepness that he was in you.

“fucking slut,” geto mumbled, hips turning sloppy with fatigue taking over, but your cunt was just too good to stop, “where d’you want me to cum, baby?” he knows you’ll answer how he wants you to, especially after watching his livestream—

“i-inside— inside, pleaseplease,” the circles on your clit are messy, now, chasing your high more than ever, but your pussy is grasping onto him like a vice, prompting groans deep from his throat. “want your cum dripping out of me, prof—”

those words alone has geto shooting his load with a strangled grunt, switching to shallow, quick thrusts to pump you full of his cum. it comes out in hot, thick spurts, filling your insides more and more until it spills out the sides and you follow soon after, whole body convulsing from the intense orgasm you can’t stop shaking violently.

“take it— that’s it, attagirl,” he whines out, stroking his length to make sure you’re getting every last drop out of him, “take all my cum . .”

geto is sure he’s getting old by the way he feels lightheaded, having had to hold onto the edge of the table for a minute — but in that 60 seconds you’ve stumbled off the table and laid your chest over it, perking your ass up where your pussy continues to leak hot, white cum.

your professor takes one good look at your ass, hands going up to knead at them and spreads your cheeks. with his tongue, he eats his cum out of you, making your jerk at the sensitivity.

“oops, i’ve cleaned you up of my cum — guess i gotta give you a couple more loads,” geto props a leg up, eating you out, “it’s only right since my brightest student has suffered so much at my hands . .”

tagging @arminsumi @shidouryusm @suguruplsr @crysugu @slttygeto @suget @sonarspace @marimogf @hannzai &lt;3 ok gn

[meiiie]

a drew imagine pls! or concept about the innocent parts of their relationship. hand holding, hugs, forehead kissing and laying next to each other. love you thanks🤍🤍🤍

if drew starkey was your boyfriend, he would...

note Hi anon! I'm a bit too busy with school nowadays to make an imagine, but here are some things that I think he would do in a relationship hehe hope this is fine :) pairing bf!drewstarkey x fem!reader warning TOO MUCH FLUFF

ever since you both met on the set of outerbanks s2, you both IMMEDIATELY had a crush on each other.

he would be whispering to chase stokes and be like “yo who is she??? omg she's so beautiful”

whenever you'd be getting ready for a scene and the stylists would be fixing your makeup, he would just be in the background and secretly take pics of you

you would giggle because he'd think you didn't know, but you could clearly see him from the reflection of the MIRROR.

after some quite of time, you both decided to be in a low-key relationship, “accidentally” brushing your hands while on set and glancing at each other!!! the tension was so there and everyone could sense it ong

even if your role was a pogue and you both always had to act like you were fighting for the show, the fans would always be saying:

user8294793: holy shit why do they have so much tension while they're fighting, this doesn't make any sense?? ilovemadelyncline: GUYS IF THEY DON'T GET TOGETHER AT THE END OF THIS SHOW, I WILL LOSE IT

but little do they know you both were already together IRL 😭

okay so this is after making your relationship public!! i feel like whenever you're done with your intense crying scenes he would just say “you are so hot there baby omg i'm so proud of you” LIKE WDYM HOT!? but in seriousness, he would give you the biggggest hugs! and lots of praising “you did so great baby”, “i admire u so much”

intense neck kisses. feel like this is random, but he'd just give you a big smooch at the back of your neck just to tease you.

“eeeeewwwww oh my god” a big patch of his saliva on the back of your neck, and he'd be like “tehe u can't catch me”

after a very tiring day of shooting, you'd both always just lay down beside each other on the beach while he's just admiring your features, like everything. the way your hair falls perfectly, the way how your eyebrows are shaped, the way your eyes relax when he gives you forehead kisses, the way your lips smiles downwards when you realize he's admiring you

man was so into it you, you had to throw sand at his face to snap out of it

“PLEH *cough* plllfkfkfhhthfjj WHY DID YOU DO THAT”

“you were staring!!! it's rude to stare, y'know!?”

“i'm your boyfriend!!!!! i'm not allowed to look at my amazingly, stunning, gorgeous, girlfriend!?!?!?”

[q1ngqve]

HI LAN!! i found your blog yesterday and i have to say. I'M OBSESSED. THE WAY YOU WRITE MAKES ME FEEL SO MANY (good) THINGS 😮‍💨 omg your aven… you made me obsessed with the concept of fox!aven… i’m going insane and after hearing his leaked jp voicelines WAA i'm crazy.

a scenario that’s been on my mind lately is.. imagine aven going to a casino and he takes you w/ him. then in the middle of a game he just starts feeling you up 😏 in front of everyone, telling u to keep quiet and saying it's cuz seeing u all hot and bothered like that makes him even luckier… and then right as you’re abt to cum he just stops. and yre so red and flushed you’re sure EVERYONE in the casino knows what this nasty man was doing HE IS SO MEAN AND TERRIBLE 🥺😮‍💨😮‍💨 UGHH

(hope you have a great day, tysm for this blog 🫶 can i be 🎀 anon? hehe

AHHHH knowing you guys like my stupid little brain rots has me giggling and kicking my feet in my bed 😖

fox! aventurine can be so so mean at times, especially when he's slightly tipsy at the casino with a shitty hand! he has you sat on his lap comfortably, his gloved hands groping at the soft pudge on your thigh, squeezing at it occasionally

but you're impatient and you just wanna spend time with him, alone in his room! so you squirm on his lap, your ass grinding up against his crotch, and he groans in your ear and tells you to "behave."

rubs your clit through your panties as his chin rests on your shoulder, his breath fanning your neck. you're even more annoyed now, he's making you so hot and bothered with so many other people in the room!

presses harder onto your clit so that you're hips instinctively move away from his fingers, which in turn makes his dick push up against you harder. you're trapped and you have nowhere to run, played right into his hands :(

you've always been warned to stay away from foxes, especially this one, but here you are, biting your bottom lip as you try to lower your voice, knowing everyone at the table can hear you whining no matter how soft you think you are

"aventurine..."

his eyes light up when the dealer reveals the last card, "pretty girl, you have no idea how lucky you make me when you're soft and whining in my lap." the others around the table groans when aventurine wins

you let out a soft cry of relief when he grips your chin to turn your head to the side as he kisses you, ignoring the other players and plops you onto the table, standing between your legs!!! "I'm gonna fuck you right here, right now, yeah? so take it like a good girl and give me all the luck you have for the next round."

[s0ulsniper]

albert aretz x gn!reader

warnings: just pure fluff

ask: "Heyooo!! I'm just gonna request an Albert imagine, basically, after hehe gets done recording a video (at like 3 in the morning...) gn! Reader is sleeping and he lays down on their chest and reader wakes up like 2 hours later and sees him and it's all cute and stuff (you can add whatever you want at the end) And I love your writing btw it makes my day ‼️"

synopsis: albert finishes editing, and as exhausted as he is, he falls asleep on top of you.

pairings: albert aretz (flamingo) x gn!reader

a/n: hey hey anon! thanks for such a description, it rlly made it so much easier. also, thanks so much for the kind words it means a lot to me and I hope you have a great weekend !! hope u like it. :)

the late night hadn't gotten to albert the way it had gotten to you, he knew once you sent him a text 4 hours before that you were out like a light in your usual sprawled out from that took across majority of the bed. he loved you for it, yet sometimes he wished he had room.

he was almost finished recording a new horror game that his fans had been beginning for him to play. he understood why while he made it. not only was it a long story game, but it's probably one of the scariest he has seen on the platform.

not enough to scare him though, right?

he clicked out of his Roblox tab and powered off his computer once he stopped the recording, yawning with his arms outstretched.

he had been waiting on this moment for the entire night, finally getting to fall asleep with you even if you didn't notice until the morning. he loved having you with him despite majority of his time going towards creating content and interacting with his fanbase and friends.

he loved how you understood.

his door creaks open once he shuts off the lights, feeling the hours of sitting in his lower back. he knew this nights sleep would last until mid afternoon, potentially more.

his office door closes with a low click. he could see the nightlights poking from under the door, he knew you loved the type of lighting from the lampposts. he had never seen someone fall asleep so quickly.

he opens the door to your bedroom after washing himself up, prepping for the night. his tired eyes fall into your form.

words couldn't describe how beautiful he thought you are, especially now with the blankets barley wrapped over you, and your hair messy from tossing and turning.

he feels his lips tug upwards as he walks quietly towards the bed, prompting himself to collapse as gently as he could on top of you.

the best pillow in the world, he wouldn't choose anything else.

his light smile remained on his face as he drifted off into his comforting sleep, his arm draped over your waist and his head gently tucked under yours.

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your body forces you awake at around 5:00 am, cold from the lack of blanket covering your body.

as you snap back into reality you feel the blanket at your feet, reaching down to grab for it. in the midst of it, you're stopped.

there was a heavy weight on your chest, which was weird considering your cat was sleeping peacefully on your side.

you look down as much as you can and feel Albert's hair poking at your neck, him sprawled out on top of you looking as comfortable and as adorable as ever.

you use whatever strength in you not to burst into laughter at the sight and instead settle on pulling the warm cover onto of you.

albert shifts, and you feel his arm around your waist tighten, a sigh of content leaving his body.

you run your fingers through his hair, who cares about not being able to feel your arm? worth it.

you fall back into your dream filled sleep of whatever you were as before.

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🏷️: @batluvr666 @yeehawbrothers @dogdevourer @ilovelyyoungie

[awwriri]

Hiii !! 🌸 anon's entry . . . !

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𔐼 ͏ ͏ ͏' ͏ ͏ ͏ Q : fave moots and what you like most about them?

have a great day !! ͏♡︎ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏. . . 🌸 anon's exit.

hii 🌸 anon !!

this will be not in order !!! i love every single of you but i have a limit 😔

@qqmariztwsse - mar is so sweet and i love her sm she’s been here since the day i have started my first blog which got deactivated / deleted. her mbs are so pretty, i recommend you guys checking out her mbs !!!

@aeraras - i love me and rara are such a girls girl , i can always be comfortable around her and she is so supportive literally !!!! I don’t get to talk to her much bec of my exams coming up !!

@lvioung - she is drop dead gorgeous mahal kita suni🫶🏼 she is so sweet and literally so so fun to hang out w n she makes u feel like ur safe !!

@n-americano - i love zia and always forever haha dapt manood tayo ng sine 🤭 anyways her mbs are so gorgeous n obvsiouly she’s mark’s gf !!!! do not steal mark from her or she’ll haunt u (jk)

@nikist-4-n - MARIEEEEW i miss talking to her 😔😔😔but she’s so kinddd yall need to check her out more often !!! and her mbs are gorgeous as well hehe

@sxgarhan - the most freakiest and coolest perosn there is…. one i can be comfortable aroundddd and laugh w dodo 😹 !!! love u dodo

@y-unrei - though we don’t talk much anymore i always loveeee rei 🫶🏼🫶🏼 tysm for always being patient and kind w me !

@cannibalim - gab is always so funny and i love him always !!.!.! likeeeeee hello yall gotta see how funny he is and how sweet he are 😓 ????

@sugarish - I MSISS U WE DOMT TALK OFTEN SOOD IM HOPING WE CANNN TALK MROE !!! LOVE U VIVI

@wonjuii - HI SAARAH !!!! LI TREE RALLY THE BETSTSSTS IN THE WORLD ur mbs make my day 🤭🫶🏼 !!!!.!

@kissunoo HI ESHAAAA WE TALK SM AND WE THINK ALIKEEEE HOPE WE CAN INTERACT A LOTTR MOROE AFTER I FINISHED SCHOOL !.!!

@sghooneyy - levi’s mbs never fail to impress me causeee my jaw dropped everytime i see his mbs… u rlly need an medal for the hard work u made ! we think alike.. hopefully we can find more stuff in common haha

@bitchey - LIAAAA HELLO…BII !!! ur mbds are getitng yumimrr everyady ! let’s tlak more often iahen u have time 💕

@purinkiss - RANIAAA I MISS YOU SMMM !!n we don’t tlak very much anymore ☹️ hopefulyy we can …!!

@wonysmiu - HI MELII u and dodo are the morst freakiest ppl i know n the fastets ones to reply to a moodboard 🤭 love you lots meli 🫶🏼

@florichae - UR THEMES ARE EATING SO HARDDDD I NEED IR !!! i want to interact w u but i gota finish w school n homework 😔 i will def talk to u when my December break comes !! 🫶🏼

anyways limit is reached Kmfao

[cloudcountry]

Ahhh i dont really know how Tumblr works (this is my first time requesting someone) but i see that ur request was open

i want to request an academic rivalry trope hcs with riddle or Azul or both (bcs i absolutely LOVE the way u write them 😞 it makes me giggle)

Thank u in advance and have a great day or night (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

SUMMARY: Riddle & Azul with an academic rival!!

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: omg i love you for this!!! this is one of my favorite tropes ever and these two are so emotionally constipated they wouldn't know what to do with themselves. i hope you have a lovely day too anon <33 and im so glad you like how i write them hehe azul is the loml so it means a lot when people say that!!

Riddle doesn’t know what to do about you. He feels so incredibly frustrated every single time you score higher than him on a test because he should be better. How can he pride himself in being Heartslabyul’s Housewarden if he can’t even be at the top of his class?

So what does he do with that frustration? He studies harder and harder because clearly he isn’t trying hard enough. His health deteriorated, and if it wasn’t for Trey, Riddle would be even more of a wreck.

Then he finally does it. All of that work culminates into Riddle finally scoring a point higher than you on his Magical History exam. He stares at the board smugly, really admiring his name above yours (which is how it should be, in his mind.)

You approach the board too, and he expects you to say something about how you’ll score higher than him next time or how you can’t believe he’s finally beaten you, but instead, you nod cheerfully and walk away.

You just walk away. You don't even look at him. You’re satisfied with yourself?! Riddle feels rage bubbling up in his chest, and he almost screams at you right there and then in the hallway. What is wrong with you?!

It doesn’t help matters when Crewel assigns a huge project that's to be completed by two people, and places you and Riddle together. He’s so hell-bent on avoiding you the entire time, even when your face grows annoyed at his inability to cooperate.

“This project is a long one, you know.” you tell him one day, staring daggers into the side of his skull, “It takes six months to complete. If you want to get a good grade you’ve got to lay down your pride and talk to me. I’m not put up with this for half a year.”

Riddle hates that you’re right. He hates it so much because he’s always supposed to be the sensible one. He’s studied the rules over and over and yet you stump him. You make him wrong.

Is he wrong to resent you for that? Is it wrong to want to destroy your pride? Is it wrong to hate that you seemingly get everything you’ve ever wanted so easily while he’s worked hard for it?

Is it wrong that he wants to cooperate so hard and so efficiently with you that you take back everything you said to him?

Azul wants to get you in his debt so BADLY. He isn’t at the very top of his class, no. That title belongs to Riddle, who has refused his offers for a contract time and time again. Maybe there’s something you want, though.

He will find it. He will examine you every day and pick apart every insecurity and moment of sadness. That smart little brain of yours may be good for tests, but when it comes to manipulation, you have nothing on Azul.

It’s a small comfort if nothing else. You may have the entire school wrapped around your finger and the Leech twins might be fascinated with you, but that doesn’t matter.

Well, it doesn’t matter until you show up at the Lounge of your own volition. Azul is shocked when he hears the twins call your name, and you enter his VIP Room looking far too calm.

Floyd almost hacks up a laugh from laughing too hard when you ask for tutoring. Azul is baffled as Jade snickers, wondering why the person who outscores Azul continuously would ask him for tutoring.

But this is his chance. And so he writes up a contract, asking for something vague because he doesn’t know what he’ll need from you yet but he’s certain you’ll come in handy in the future and suddenly—

You wrinkle your nose and hand the contract back to him, pointing at one of the conditions. “I don’t like that one. Change it.” you say, and Floyd starts cackling again because no one has ever read them that closely.

It’s a condition that states you will come to the Lounge whenever Azul summons you. It’s vague enough that the signer may not realize he truly means whenever, but outlined enough to make them assume that it only applies to the time frame in which the main part of the contract is in effect.

It’s sneaky, and you caught it. Azul’s eyebrow twitches as he stares at you, forcing a smile on his features. Why, of course he can change that for you! What would you like it to say instead? You should know that he’s on home turf right now, and he never loses in the comfort of his VIP Room.

[cnnmairoll]

hello! i'm the anon that requested for the the moles' beloved miss hehe - just wanted to say that IT WAS ADORABLE AF <3 loved the domestic and homey feeling of the whole fic <33 read your other works and WOHHH I LOVE YOU AS I WRITER <3

if i may, may i request a hurt-comfort for dan heng and luka (separate hehe) ? like, they notice that their s.o, the reader, has become more distant towards them and their shared friend group (the express crew for dan heng, and maybe wildfire for luka). they check on the reader but they just get "i'm okay" as a response. one day, though, they get a letter from the reader, thinking it's the usual love letter that they give, but it's actually a letter of the reader expressing their feelings of being left out, not being enough, and all - kinda like "i know you guys accept me, but i find it hard to accept myself." happy ending ofc hehe

i'm so sorry that the prompt was so long whahsha have a great day/night, as always! <33

A Letter of Words I Can't Convey

Character(s) : Luka, Dan Heng Genre : Comfort, Fluff a/n : glad u liked the fic anon :thumbsup: here ya go

Luka had noticed the change in you for weeks now. It wasn't like you to withdraw from the wildfire, your close-knit group of friends that included Luka himself. At first, he thought it was just a phase, a rough patch, but as days turned into weeks, he grew increasingly worried. You had become distant, your smiles less frequent, and your laughter absent from their gatherings.

One evening, after practice at the underground boxing ring, Luka decided he couldn't ignore it any longer. He approached you cautiously, his robotic right arm glinting in the dim light of the gym. You were leaning against the wall, seemingly lost in thought. He cleared his throat, trying to hide his concern.

"Hey there," Luka began, his voice gentle. "You've been… different lately. Is everything okay?"

You glanced up at him, and for a moment, it seemed like you would open up. But instead, you managed a weak smile and replied, "I'm okay, Luka, really. Just going through some stuff, you know?"

He didn't want to push you, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it. Luka nodded and patted your shoulder. "Alright, if you ever need to talk, you know where to find me, right?"

You nodded, and that was the end of the conversation. Luka walked away, his heart heavy with worry, but he trusted you to reach out when you were ready.

Days turned into weeks, and your distance only seemed to grow. Luka missed your laughter, your warmth, and your presence in their group. He found himself lying awake at night, wondering what had changed between you two.

Then, one day, he received a letter. At first, he thought it was one of your usual love letters. You had a habit of slipping little notes and sweet messages into his jacket pocket. But as he unfolded the paper, his heart sank. It wasn't a love letter; it was a heartfelt confession of your feelings.

Luka,

I hope you're doing well. I know I've been distant lately, and I'm sorry for that. I want you to know that it's not because of anything you've done. It's me. I've been feeling like I don't belong, like I'm not enough for the wildfire. I know you all accept me, but I find it hard to accept myself. I've been struggling with these thoughts, and it's been tearing me apart.

I hope you can understand. I just needed to get this off my chest.

- [Your Name]

Reading your words, Luka's heart ached. He realized that he had been so focused on trying to make you open up that he had missed how much pain you were in. Without wasting another moment, he set out to find you.

It wasn't easy, but after asking around, he discovered you were at your favorite quiet spot in the park. He spotted you sitting alone on a bench, staring off into the distance. Luka took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions - concern, determination, and love.

Approaching you, he said softly, "Hey there, I got your letter."

You looked up in surprise, and there was a flicker of vulnerability in your eyes before you looked away. "Oh, I didn't expect you to find me so quickly."

Luka sat down beside you and gently turned your face to meet his gaze. "You're not alone in this, you know. We all care about you, and I care about you. Your feelings matter."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you finally let them fall. "I just… I feel like such a burden, Luka."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "You're not a burden. You're a part of our wildfire family, and we stick together through thick and thin. And I'm here for you, no matter what."

You clung to him, your shoulders shaking with sobs. Luka held you close, offering you a safe haven to release all the pent-up emotions you had been carrying. As the tears subsided, he whispered soothing words of comfort and reassurance.

"We all have our struggles, and it's okay to ask for help," Luka said softly. "You don't have to go through this alone. We're here to support you, and we'll get through this together."

In that moment, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders, and a glimmer of hope flickered within you. Luka's unwavering support and understanding gave you the strength to face your inner demons. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but with him by your side and the wildfire behind you, you had a fighting chance.

As the sun began to set, you and Luka remained on that bench, talking and sharing your deepest fears and insecurities. It was the first step toward healing, and together, you would overcome the darkness that had threatened to engulf you. In Luka's embrace, you found solace and the reassurance that you were, indeed, enough.

It had been weeks since you'd last spent quality time with Dan Heng and the rest of the Astral Express crew. Something had shifted, something you couldn't quite put your finger on, and it left you feeling distant, isolated, and overwhelmed by a constant sense of inadequacy. Your once lively presence within the group had turned into an invisible shadow, always there but seldom noticed.

Dan Heng had noticed the change in your behavior, how you'd become distant from the Astral Express crew, including him. He had always respected your privacy and your need for space, but this was different. It was as if you were slowly retreating into your own world, leaving him feeling helpless and concerned.

One evening, as the crew gathered in the common area for their usual card game, Dan Heng noticed your absence once again. He sighed, unable to ignore the growing concern that gnawed at him. With a subtle glance toward the others, he excused himself and made his way to your cabin.

His knock on your door was soft, almost hesitant. He waited for a moment, and just as he was about to turn away, the door cracked open, revealing your face, tinged with surprise. You'd clearly not expected him.

"Dan Heng," you greeted, your voice a shadow of its former warmth.

"May I come in?" he asked, his blue eyes searching your face for answers.

You hesitated but then stepped aside, allowing him to enter your dimly lit cabin. It was a small, cozy space, filled with books and trinkets from your travels. He admired it briefly before focusing on you.

You looked down, avoiding his gaze. "What brings you here?"

Dan Heng took a deep breath, unsure of how to broach the subject. He knew he had to tread carefully. "I've noticed you've been distant lately. We all have. Is everything okay?"

You turned away, your fingers nervously fidgeting with a book on your shelf. "I'm okay. Really."

But he wasn't convinced. He knew there was something deeper bothering you. He couldn't bear to see you like this, shutting everyone out.

He couldn't stand the thought of you struggling alone, and yet, he understood that pushing you for answers wouldn't help. Instead, he decided to give you the time and space you seemed to need, hoping that you would come to him when you were ready.

Weeks passed, and every day felt like an eternity for Dan Heng. He missed the times when you were both alone, your conversations filled with laughter and affection. He yearned for those moments but was willing to wait for you to reach out.

Then, one day, it happened. A small envelope slid under his cabin door, catching his attention. He picked it up, expecting another one of the love letters you often left for him. But when he opened it, his heart sank as he read the words on the paper.

Dan Heng,

I hope this letter finds you well. I know that lately, I've been distant from the crew, and it's been hard for me to explain why. I've been struggling with some things, things I never thought I'd admit even to myself.

You see, despite all the love and acceptance I feel from all of you, I can't help but feel like I don't quite fit in, like I'm not good enough to be part of this incredible group. I know you guys accept me, but I find it incredibly difficult to accept myself.

I've been battling these feelings in silence, and I'm sorry for shutting you all out. It's not because I don't trust you or care about you—it's because I've been struggling to understand my own emotions.

I'm writing this letter because I needed you to know what's been going on inside my head, even if I'm not ready to talk about it in person just yet. I want you to know that I treasure the moments we've shared, and your presence means the world to me. But sometimes, I need to figure things out on my own, and I hope you can understand that.

Thank you for being patient with me, Dan Heng. You mean more to me than I can express in words.

- [Your Name]

Without a moment's hesitation, he left his cabin and made his way to yours. His knock on your door was gentle, a silent plea for you to open up to him. When you did, he saw the surprise in your eyes, but there was also a hint of relief, as if you had been waiting for him.

"Can I come in?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, stepping aside to let him enter. He took a seat on your bed, and you followed suit. There was a moment of silence, neither of you knowing where to begin.

"I got your letter," he finally said, his tone gentle and understanding. "I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what. You don't have to go through this alone."

You met his gaze, your eyes reflecting a mix of emotions, from vulnerability to gratitude. "I… I didn't know how to talk about it," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dan Heng reached out and took your hand in his, offering you a reassuring squeeze. "You don't have to explain everything right now," he said. "But I want you to know that you are enough, just the way you are. We all care about you deeply, and I care about you deeply."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and this time, you didn't hold them back. You let them fall, letting go of the pent-up emotions that had been tormenting you for so long. Dan Heng pulled you into a warm embrace, holding you close as you cried.

As the tears subsided, you found comfort in his presence, in the fact that he hadn't pushed you for answers but had simply been there for you when you needed him the most. He may not have all the solutions, but he had his unwavering support and affection to offer, and that was enough to start healing the wounds that had been plaguing your heart.

In the quiet of your cabin, beneath the soft glow of the astral stars outside your window, Dan Heng and you began a journey of rediscovery and healing. He continued to listen, to be there for you, and to assure you that you were valued and loved just as you were.

[inkykeiji]

YESS CLARI lovedd that post about u and ur bf!!!!! makes me wonder whose really in charge the brat or the daddy???? im usually the one begging for cock/cum so when my bf hits me with the "fuck, I dont wanna cum yet" line it gives me a moment of like hehe **clenches harder around his cock**

EXACTLY ANON EXACTLY omg u get it!!! i know! i love that kind of like,,, subtle and almost subconscious tug and pull between power there it’s so so so yummy n so much fun!!! oh my gosh listen it is so unbelievably hot when they say that i swear to god it makes my back arch and thighs clench, it’s sooo attractive <333 my boyfriend literally doesn’t understand how crazy hot i think it is when he says that (*/ω＼*)

BUT YEAH it always gives me a lil giddy rush of power/pride when he says something like that because it’s like, on the one hand i have the power to make u cum quick n fast even tho you don’t want to yet, and on the other hand i am so flattered and proud that i get you this hard and this horny so fast <333

[mirensiart]

hi!! i got a question abt ur key and chain OCs because they're so cool. i hope the question hasn't been asked already (if yes don't answer me lmao I'll look for the answer myself)

can the chain's length vary? like is it a fixed length or can it expand or shorten itself (probably at the least convenient time I'm sure)?

thank u!! have a good day!!

Aah don’t worry about it anon! My blog is like, so messy rn the least I can do is send you a link hehe

here’s the post (kinda long hehe sorry 🙈) about how the chain works! but long story short, yes! Link can change the length of the chain :)

And aaah it makes me so happy to know u like my silly guys 🥹💖 have a great day too!

[fatuismooches]

So we all know that fragile!reader is always taking care of the other clones and trying their best to help despite their frail condition. And we all know that the clones are all different ages from Dottore’s life right? Well, what if there was a clone that looked like Dottore but when he was like 8-10?

Dottore most likely had made this clone to look like him as a child so it could easily deceive people. Despite this clone looking fairly young, his mind says otherwise…

And you, being the ever so caring individual and always trying your best to not be looked down upon or make the clones worry more over you, always bake them treats. (Of course with the help of at least a clone or two since a few years ago, you had tried to make your signature chocolate chip cookies alone as a treat for the clones, but you had ended up dropping and spilling a lot things that day. Leaving the clones to pick up your mess, which you profusely apologized for that day.)

However, whenever you bake treats, Dottore’s youngest clone, (Segment #78) which you nicknamed “Zandy” since he was so adorable! And well, calling him something like the others seemed wrong. So you have him a special name!

“Zandy” was usually always the one helping you bake these treats since he had such a sweet tooth. You didn’t mind him helping you out since while you both worked, he would tell you about some new concoction or experiment he’s done. And you can’t help but feel bittersweet as you’re reminded of back when it was just you and Zandik doing experiments. Well, mainly Zandik since he didn’t really let you touch his things before you got sick, and much less after you did get inflicted with your illness.

And the clones are all like a family despite threatening each other and biting at each others necks. But when you’re in the room all the clones focus their attention on you.

But…all the clones collectively dislike little “Zandy”. Since in your eyes, he could do no harm. But, whenever you’re not looking, he always gives them the most evilest grin ever. Especially since he’s the one who always gets cuddles from you and comfort since he’s “just a kid”. It makes them mad, of course. You even read him bed time stories whenever you aren’t too ill. Which in turn always makes the clones jealous since they too wish to be read a bed time story. To be able to hear your oh so sweet voice.

They too wish to be pampered. After all, if it means being able to get out of work and being able to stay glued to your side and help you with whatever tasks, then by all means they’re in for it. Especially since they all care deeply for little ol you. You’re just a sweet little thing that even if you got a paper cut they would literally tear down the world. (Literally)

So although you may be dependent on the clones and they all may be jealous of each other (and especially Zandy), they would still kill for you and try their best to make your life one worth living. Since after all, they don’t want to see the one person who has always cherished and cared for them be gone too soon…

Waaa I think this Drabble was messy n all over the place so I don’t think it turned all that great (˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) I hope you and everyone else enjoy it though! Zandy would definitely be one of those kids who could have blood tainted on his clothes and you would worry thinking he got hurt instead. (Which he would definitely act as if he did, but do clones even have blood???) ( ´･ω･)…｡oо○

But I hope you have a lovely day and wonderful night! May you have sweet dreams for the rest of the year n get lots of chu chus and huggies!! Please take care of yourself I luv u sm I always get so giddy n excited whnever you respond to my little stories because seeing your amazing writing skills being added on to my stories make me roll all over on my bed hehe! making me blush !! ´･ᴗ･`

-from your dear littl boo boo🎐 anon

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MY BOO BOO ILY... I LOVE SMOL DOTTORE SM 😭🫶

You loved all of Dottore’s clones. Though some in different ways than others. When you found out he had a clone of himself as a child, you were shocked! Despite being with him for so long, you have never even seen a picture of Zandik as a kid!

Zandy, as you’ve come to call him, was adorable. It was so funny to have to bend down to reach his height for once and be able to give him head pats. If you weren’t so weak, you could give him piggyback rides!  And he was so talkative and helpful. Showing off new recipes and even teaching you simpler ways to bake and use the equipment! It reminded you of how your own Zandik would show you life hacks back when you were students. Always telling you about the latest stuff, and also complaining to you how the older clones are “bullying” him (he wants you to yell at them.) Are the clones grown men? Yes. Are they jealous of a kid for stealing your attention. Also yes. Multiple times Zandy has tugged on your sleeve and pulled you away from them with the babiest eyes and then given the clones the wickedest grin. The clones have no way to fight back because of how much you dote on the bb.

Whenever you come into the room all movement and work stops and the clones just kinda, look at you and appreciate your existence. The regular Fatui workers are confused at first but they quickly connect the dots and realize you are the second Harbinger’s favored one. They are also at a loss because the clones give them a death glare if they don’t greet and treat you with respect but also get mad if they talk to you.

No because really, if you got hurt they’d be fighting over which clone has the chance to exact revenge, especially if another person hurt you. (Many clones have gotten in trouble for leaving their station to assist you with something. Even if your task takes one minute to complete, they will find a way to stretch it out in order to spend max time possible with you.) But they can’t be too mad at each other. The idea of you having to struggle with no help from them leaves an irritating sensation within them. They want your life to be as easy as possible, smooth and happy, at least until you get better and can stand on your own too feet. They love you very much <33

🎐 ANON THIS DRABBLE WAS LITERALLY AMAZING SHUSH 😭 I want to give Babyttore all the headpats. Reader would be the kind of person to think he can do no wrong. And maybe the clones don’t have like, actual red blood, but like… purple liquid lol. It really makes me think of how much clones Dottore has, it would be nice if we got a number one day lol. Anyway… *holds all the clones dearly* I love the idea of fragile! reader never being lonely because the lab is just so full of excitement when you’re around <3 They always have so much ideas to keep you occupied and they get so smug when you choose them <3 Also, the clones don't even need sleep but they are diving under the covers if it means you can read them a story !! 😭

*hugs you and cries* THANK YOU 🎐 ANON ILY… <33 Please take care of yourself too I love seeing your brain rots in my inbox!! You’re making me blush 🥺

[kiryoutann]

I have read 'a man's heart is truly a wretched, wretched thing' and when I tell you it leaves marks in me, it is. I still can feel the pain, each words, I still can feel it at all. It's been years I didn't read any CoD fanfic and I found you, It's like I've been searching for a mystic flower everyone is so sure it is a mystic but I found it lol, and I also love your writing style. And the funny thing is, I kinda relate to the reader lmaoo.

Idk what I want to write more about this, but I'm glad I found your blog hehe, and dont forget to take care of yourself 🩶🩶

-🍞

when i tell you i immediately smiled when i saw this!!! omg. made my day, made my whole week my whole june and my whole july. thank u for giving me my first feedback for my lil ghost fic🥺💘 you’re an angel

funny thing about me is that i rely on feedback so SO much when writing fanfiction, and usually the lack of it makes me feel like i’m doing smth wrong or that it’s not interesting (i’m TRYING to not do this tho). but when i saw this??? and i read the part where u relate?? THE MYSTIC FLOWER??? ILY ILY ILY FOREVER.

and this is gonna be long and random but GOD. i’m sorry that you relate to it but i hope you can find comfort in the story and the upcoming chapters. AND HEY! sometimes we cope by reading something that we relate to so it’s ok

here comes the long unasked explanation…

the main reason why i came up with the plot is cause i need to get smth out of my system and maybe it’ll help others to process whatever they’re feeling too. and also, it’s the fact that i gotta pour my heart and thoughts that i gathered after making a playlist of it.

so like, the URGE to somehow write it all down, to explore simon’s character, my portrayal of him, and THESE TWO – this destructive duo with the MC and her anxious attachment style while simon’s more on the avoidant attachment side. the way he thinks he’s protecting her, not wanting to hurt her—but in reality it was just some kind of justification for his self-sabotaging habits, his inability to accept that maybe he deserves smth good in his life.

can’t say much about MC cause she’s probably gonna be a more complex character (surprisingly) than him. mostly gonna be linked to her parental issues. my pathetic, sad, love-starved girl who’s gonna learn that maybe mother was right all along – that a man’s heart is truly, a wretched, wretched thing.

can’t wait to share more with u 🍞 anon<33 have a great day lovieee. stay happy n healthy and TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. xoxo!!!!

[madschiavelique]

HELLO!

It is I, 🌧️ anon :)

So, I noticed that crown of ink has not continued (which is perfectly okay, don't worry), but also that you are now into baldurs gate?! Omg this is so exciting, who is your favorite character? :0

I'm assuming it's Astarion based on your posts, but I *need* to get this idea out of my brain please I must share it. So Halsin is an elf druid right? and he has a bear wild shape form right? WELL. Imagine he has a halfway form, like just the ears, tail, and claws of a bear, but he still has to sleep through the winter, so he's hibernating, and the reader is still sleeping next to him at night but they go out and hunt and explore and stuff during the day, and after a few days of this, one morning comes and Halsin won't. let. go. And the reader is giggling and trying to get him to stop cuddling them so that they can go do stuff, but Halsin, still not awake, is just mumbling that "they're warm" and "they need to stay with him, please?" and the reader just folds and sleepy morning snuggling and shenanigans ensue.

Thank you I just needed to get that out! Hope you've been having a great summer :3

~🌧️ anon

ANON FIRST OF ALL HI BELOVED HRU AND ALSO OMFG IM KISSING UR BRAIN BECAUSE I HAVE THE EXACT SAME FUCKING CONCEPT/IDEA AAAAAAAAAAAA

okay so indeed a crown of ink is not continued BUT who knows whenever inspo might strike again for these idiots in love hehe!

and YES i absolutely adore astarion but honestly i love most characters of the game!! if i had to go in order of the one i romanced/would romance if it were possible you can find (kinda in order of preferences from best to least wanted) astarion, halsin, karlach, haarlep/raphael, and a bit of gale and shadowheart!

NOW THO ONTO THE THOUGHT U HAD

the halfway form has been running in my fucking mind okay ? especially because when you get down to business once you romanced halsussy the fact that there was a bear form you could do the dirty with bugged me and made me so fucking uncomfy ? AND LIKE i have this very vivid image (that i will DEFINITELY DRAW) of that halfway form halsin letting the instincts grow and shit not (i am going feral about it can you tell ?)

i ADORE this lil idea you have about him in hibernation like that is SO SWEET

i could definitely see him getting more reluctant to let you go off his grasp by the DAY. he is supposed to be the (teddy)bear yet he has turned to be the one that needs one - and in that very case, it is you.

What do you mean you have to get out to get some food ? there's enough remaining portions for you to stay a bit longer in here, right ? it's all cold in here without you, even his fur won't be enough (it will be enough, he's just whiny that you're getting away)

the weather outside is so icy that you might even catch a cold, which will let halsin have you all by himself in his arms will prevent you from going out any more so that your symptoms don't get worse :ccc

he'd definitely spoon you, his arm under your neck bended so that he can keep you in a hook as his hand is placed on your shoulder, the other one grabbing your waist to have you pressed against him as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and sighs in content from how good this feels : just you close to him, completely safe and in nature.

ARGH i love this this is absolutely adorable anon i LOVE IT!!!! please if u have any more thoughts on the bg3 gang TELL MEEEE