#i said reward AFTER this practical exam

[elegyofthemoon]

logging o7

• felt a lot better today, mostly thanks to me pushing myself to respond to friends today rather than keeping to self. talking w friends about other things made things a lot better

• ACTUALLY clearing all the crap i had to do from my whiteboard and having it be empty feels so freeing i love it sm.

• bought some snacks for the final week and also went to this small boba shop and 😭😭😭 they apparently switched to using cute kitty covers for the cups i was bawling when i got my order like ?? 😭😭😭🥺🥺 this is so adorable ahhh

• recycling old oc again for some story and getting excited bc ive had this story a bit on a backburner for a bit so fjjfdjd

• started packing up more of my stuff since i was doing laundry and emptying out the place which feels nice bc its also CLEANINGGG but also. going home soon :) happy.

● FINISHED ALL OF KAFKAS TRACES YAAAY her build is at least good enough for me and ive been having a lot of fun playing as her !! but now am probably building misha bc fixated on lore lmao

● I finished chapter 15 for honkai and that was half painful because not players characters but trial characters and also i cannot play durandal shes kinda tough for me to use 😭 (<- me who only ever really uses fu hua units or rita KFHDJJD). BUT !!! it was a good time :] ch 15 was good

overall!! a much much better day than yesterday. but have to be sure to make myself go sleepy early so i dont get Pissy again 🫡

[girllblogging777]

𝑀𝐼𝐷𝑁𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝐿𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁𝑆

↳ frenemies mattheo riddle x fem!reader (drabble)

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 0,7k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : mattheo enjoys teasing the overachiever girl, until she lets him see her wild side (anon request)

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the sound of your footsteps echoed through the dark, empty hallways of hogwarts. you were making your way back from a late-night study session in the library, with your arms full of books, and eyelids heavy with exhaustion. your overachiever nature had kept you there for hours, to the point where the words on the pages started to blur. tired as you were, you didn’t notice the tall figure approaching.

“and what are you doing, wandering the hallways after curfew?” a familiar voice called out, a hint of amusement in it. you couldn’t see his face clearly, but the dark energy and broad shoulders told you exactly who it was. mattheo riddle. you two had been partnered in potions a few months back, and now he seemed to think it was his job to bother you whenever he pleased.

you tried to sound confident, but your exhaustion made your voice come out weaker than you intended. “none of your business, riddle,” you said, pausing for a moment before adding, “i was studying for the history of magic exam. now, can you leave me alone?” but mattheo didn’t move, instead, his eyes shamelessly scanned you from head to toe, his expression unreadable.

“studying this late at night?” he asked, though it wasn’t a question. he knew well enough how serious you were about your studies, always at the top of the class, not just in your house, but probably in all of them. “yeah,” you shrugged, trying to act like it was no big deal.

he looked you over again for a few seconds, then smirked, muttering, “good girl.” his words, paired with that devilish grin, sent a strange thrill through you, making your knees feel weak. it wasn’t just the exhaustion this time. your mind went blank, and all you could do was nod before turning and walking away. but as you did, you couldn’t ignore the warmth spreading through your cheeks and lower stomach : you liked being praised.

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that same feeling hit you again a couple of weeks later when you got an a+ on the history of magic essay you’d studied so hard for. you were sitting in potions next to your infamous curly-haired partner, still buzzing from your grade, when mattheo’s voice cut through your thoughts.

“so, what’d you get in history of magic?” he asked, his eyes genuinely interested as they met yours.

you tried to play it cool, shrugging as you whispered back, “oh, i got an A.” he nodded, like he expected that answer. of course, he did. everyone knew you always got good grades—the only person who ever doubted it was you.

“there’s a party friday night in the slytherin common room,” he said casually, “you coming? after all that studying, you deserve a reward.” the bell rang before you could answer, and as you packed up your things, you finally replied, “i’ll think about it.” with that, you turned and left the classroom, not without hearing the words “atta girl” leaving his mouth in a whisper.

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that friday night, the slytherin common room was alive with music and laughter. people were either dancing wildly or getting drunk by the bar, the atmosphere electric. you were stretched out confidently on a sofa with your friends, head back as you laughed at their jokes. at one point, one of them handed you a cigarette, and you took it, inhaling slowly and leaving a lipstick mark on the filter. what you didn’t notice was mattheo, watching you from across the room, his jaw practically on the floor. he’d expected you to show up, but he hadn’t expected to see you enjoying yourself this much. when he saw you exhale a cloud of smoke, he was practically drooling.

a couple of hours later, feeling a buzz from the alcohol, you decided to get up and dance. the stress of exam week was long gone as you began to sway your hips to the music with your friends. mattheo barely had time to react before he saw you climb onto a table, flipping your hair and grinding against one of your friends. “what. the actual. fuck,” he muttered, his words slurred from the drinks. his friends overheard and chuckled, “yeah, man, looks like your good girl is the life of the party tonight.”

the night in the slytherin common room was wild, and you were the center of it all, dancing without a care. the music and drinks had you feeling more free than you had in weeks.

you could feel mattheo’s eyes on you the whole time. his usual smirk was gone, replaced with something like fascination. after a while, you made your way over to him, heart pounding.

“what’s wrong, riddle?” you teased, leaning close. “cat got your tongue?” he stared at you, voice low when he finally spoke. “didn’t know you had this side to you.”

“there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you replied with a smile. he just watched you, clearly intrigued, as you turned and walked away, knowing this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see this side of you. “merlin, this girl is gonna be the death of me…”

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[twisted-king]

Salve!:D. I'm curious on how the vice-dormleaders would react(hc) if their S/O being like Silver. Not in a literal sense but in a "Always sleepy/sleeps in random places" sense. It would also be pretty funny if their S/O still aces their academics HAHA(￣▽￣)~*

omg!! YES!!!

Vice Dormleaders x Silver-like!Reader

Trey Clover

He's a little worried... Like do you get enough sleep?

Are classes too stressful?

Trey finds it cute if you fall asleep on his shoulder while studying or having afternoon tea. He'd chuckle and give a "Is my shoulder that comfortable?" line as soon as you wake up.

Yes, you've heard it hundreds of times.

Trey kind of insists on studying with you, he (wrongly) thinks you might fall behind due to all the napping you do.

of course these study sessions are comfortable for you so you're usually lulled asleep by his voice

So imagine his suprise when he asks you about your text scores.

He's here, all ready to console you with your favorite tart, arms open to prepare to be a good boyfriend and hug you when youre sad

Only to be met with "Oh the midterm..? I aced it, why?"

HUH???

WHAT???

You share the tart, he laments...

He likes to suprise you with little treats every now and again, he buys special little boxes to put them in all the time too.

one day, he happened upon you sleeping underneath the table in your dorm (he knows where to look at this point).

You woke up with a light weight on your chest, It was a small green box with a letter attached to it:

"A sweet treat after your sweet dreams,

XOXO

- Trey Clover

Jade Leech

"Oh? How interesting..."

Jade is a little weirdo, so I think this unique trait of yours REALLY facinates him!

He kind of develops a sixth sense for your eepiness. Like he'll be in a middle of a shift and just randomly take a break, just to be there for you when you wake up.

Jade BEGS you to try a bunch of (non poisonous) mushrooms to see if they make your drowsiness worse or better

"Would you not consider it at leas.." "No." "please.." "Just once.."

He's really convincing (6'5 and in a suit).

If you fall asleep in the monstro lounge he is NOT stopping Floyd from doodling on your face

He isnt too suprised by your competency with grades, but then again he lives with Floyd, its kind of hard to suprise him.

He still rewards you with a lil kiss on the forehead

Jade LOVES when you fall asleep on him, it lets him know you feel safe around him!! He keeps a pleased smile on his face when youre near him and sleepy in any capacity.

He wants to go on hikes with you SO BADLY.

You agree one day, it kind of ends with you being carried when you eventually fall asleep on a particularly warm rock.

"Whatever will I do with you, Angelfish..."

-Said while lovingly scooping you up

Jamil Viper

Sigh...

How you two got together is a mystery

But he feels a bit calmer with you around.

He's pretty busy with Kalim, so a lot of time spent together is during school, school activities, and while he's cooking.

Jamil gets a little anxious when youre out of sights. like... what if you're sleeping somewhere dangerous, or you suddently decided to persue mountain climbing?

You go to a lot of his basketball practices, he claims he plays a little better when youre around anyway, even if you fall asleep in the middle fo the game

Stops both Ace AND Floyd from doodling on your face during practices.

Now, as for grades. He isnt too worried about you, he's got kalim to deal with an an exam to underperform on.

After midterms, he does ask about how you did (as seems to be customary)

"I did pretty well... got a 98" "You what"-

He's...pleaseantly suprised! one less thing to worry about (despite that not being his responsibility)

Jamil likes cooking spicier and spicier food for you, both to see if you can handle it (he's a little competitive), and to wake ypu up a lil <3

He presses a kiss to your cheek for every "level" you complete

"What do you think, Flower?... ah, you fell asleep"

Rook Hunt

I'm sorry.... he's a little weird about it.

He has a LOT of pictures of you sleeping in odd places

Rook's favorite is his homescreen on his phone, it's you sleeping in an impossibly high tree kind of just.. hanging there. Its in super high quality though.

He likes leaving little notes about how cute you look while sleeping around

its like a little gift for when you wake up!!!

When he isnt watch you sleep he keeps a bottle of water and some fruit snacks to munch on. Sleeping this often must be tiring after all, you need your energy!

You know you can call for him just as easily as Vil can (if not easier... you bagged a SIMP)

So, sometimes you jokingly put a hand to your forehead and Rook comes SPRINTING.

His arms are outstretched ready to catch you into a fall and dip you into a kiss

Sometimes though, it is not a joke, and Rook dutifully scoops you up before you make eye contact with him.

It's Rook, so he kind of knew about your good grades already, but every time you tell him he gives you a little "Magnifique~" and kisses your knuckles.

Your dates are very odd. one week it'll be a romantic picnic he preapred for you, the next you're hunting for Leonas together, and after that? movie night!

"Ah~ how delightful it must be to be graced with your beautiful viasge. How I long to be the lone tree stump that captured your affections so.

<3

-Rook Hunt"

Lilia Vanrouge

Another one of them "ara ara?? how interesting" types

He's a father, whose had practice with Silver

Lilia always encourages you to do your best, he usually knows when to stop pushing you to study or focus by looking into your eyes.

He's huge on affections (touch starved Lilia HC my beloved), so Lilia sometimes conveniently floats on by if you start to get drowsy.

He would rather stroke your hair to sleep over you resting on the uncomfortable wooden desks

Also kind of a weirdo who isnt tooo suprised about your high grades. He kind of assumed you were studying in your free time without him.

However, that does not mean he doesnt want to reward your great scores!! He'll cook for you :)

"I was thinking of making a lovely lasagna, with some cinnamon and jalapeño for color.... oh dear, you seem to have fallen asleep."

"honk shmimimimimim" -you, clearly faking it

He always feigns hurt when you reject his cooking, but he knows of his reputation in the kitchen.

Lilia often takes you to new places, usually museums, but sometimes your dates are in a forest he recently discovered within Diasomnia's grounds. like a goth picnic

He has a photo album of your dates together, although he has a page or two dedicated to his favorite spots you've napped on.

Lils is super accomodating, as long as you dont mind his suprise hugs and some light jumpscaring

"Haha got you, little bat!"

-Lilia, after successfully scaring the HELL out of you

[lunamochii]

12:04am

cw; thirdyear osamu miya x f!reader, smut, yep. That's all.

Even though they have just comeback from nationals, voleyball team were no exception to the upcoming finals especially the third years.

All Osamu wants right now is to be laying down in bed with you at his side but instead his stuck here at the library trying to understand equations, trying to find the right solution so he can get the right answer

"Mhn, this sucks!"

He heard his twin groan as Atsumu finally drop his pen and rest his head on the table, as much as Osamu wants to meet up with you, you're busy with the exams too. Why do you have to be on the other section?

"I'm gonna go buy foods. Osamu, you coming?" Suna said, finally giving up too "Sure. Tsumu' whaddya want?" Instead of answering, his twin only shook his head and proceed to fiddle on his phone, the two of them shrug and made their way towards the canteen

++

"Wanna go karaoke today?"

Exams are just right around the corner and your friends have the audacity to go karaoke later, very nice.

"Karaoke? We need to study."

"My brain is going to explode! I need a breather!"

You laugh at them, others may say that they are only exaggerating but exams are really hard because it the grades you'll be getting will determine if you can go to a good university and hell, you want to go to a good one

"Hmm what's this? Karaoke today?"

You quickly turn around upon hearing the voice of your boyfriend, you two only met the day he return after being in Tokyo for the nationals but ever since that day, you guys stop seeing each other. Too busy with the exams.

"Osamu!"

He quickly catches you when you practically throw your body to him, Osamu hug you tight and bury his head on the crook of your neck. You could hear the snickers and giggle of your friends.

"I miss you so much, baby."

"Miss you too, baby."

Osamu smiles warmly and leans in to kiss you on your cheek, he wrap his one arm on your waist and face the others

"Hey! Why don't we go to Karaoke after exams?" One of your friends suggested "Seems nice, a reward." Suna agreed, after that it was decided that you guys will be going to Karaoke together with the vb team, well, if the others agreed.

"Your house later?"

Osamu whispered and you look up at him, he have this annoying smug smile on his lips which made you rolled your eyes

"Yeah yeah."

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"This was your plan all along huh?"

You groan when his hands traveled down again and grope your ass. Both of you were really studying while ago but Osamu couldn't stop himself from kissing your neck.

"Sorry, I just miss you so darn much that I can't hold back myself.."

"Oh baby..."

Osamu kisses you once again but this time his using his tongue, you could feel the coldness of the floor on your room as your boyfriend have his way with you. It would be a lie if you say that you didn't miss him too.

He unbutton your uniform and trail his kisses down, letting out a groan, Osamu expertly unclasp your bra and his mouth quickly latch on your nipples. Sucking and licking them while his other hand is pinching your other expose nipple.

Your boyfriend won't admit it to your face but he likes keeping his mouth or head very close to your chest. He loves your breast, okay? The way his hands couldn't hold it because it spills out. The softness of it is what make him crazy. But what if...

You snap back to your sensws when Osamu stops and just towers over you, his eyes staring at your boobs. Now what's gotten into him?

"Osamu?" You called his attention "If I get you pregnant you're gonna lactate and if you're gonna lactate..."

You almost let out the loudest moan when he grope your boobs, his gray eyes found yours and you know what he wants. You gulp and held on to his arm

"You can only do it inside once we graduate!"

Osamu scoffs and leans down to kisses you, you can hear the sound of him unbuckling his pants and when the kiss broke, you can feel your pussy tightening at the site of his hard cock. Fuck, his precum is leaking.

"Y'know we're very close to yer bed but I wanna fuck you here on the floor. Yer bed makes too much noise that yer parents might hear us fucking."

"It's because you do it so rough!"

He laughs at your reaction and grab his bag that is place not so far away from where you guys are, he grab a box of condom and took out one.

"You brought a box?!"

"Baby, when was the last time we fuck? Ya don't know how much I miss yer pussy."

You felt yourself blushing at his bluntness, Osamu is a great dirty talker in bed. It helps you get to your high faster, you moan out his name when his fingers starts to do a slowly circular motion on your clit.

"Mhm yer wet though I wanna stretch you more.."

He covered his two fingers with your own slick and slowly insert it inside you. You huff and tried[keyword here is tried] not too moan out loud. He began thrusting his fingers in, at first it was low as if he was getting you to know the size of his fingers. Then, it got faster that you use your free hand to cover your mouth.

"M'gonna cum at this rate!"

"Uh-uh can't have that. Wanna feel ya cum on my cock."

He took out his fingers and inserted his cock, heck his fingers didn't do any justice on just how big he is. Did all the training from their practice went to his cock?! You swear that he felt bigger and longer that you feel full inside.

"Hold on tight, baby. We're just getting started."

++

"Winter uniform? Stockings? Aren't you hot?"

It's Osamu's fault. You specifally told him not to leave a mark on your thighs but that asshole left a mark everywhere on your body! To think you'd be wearing your winter uniform and stocking under the blazing sun!

"Heya guys!"

Speaking of the devil

"What the- why are you wearing turtle neck underneath of your uniform? Wait...."

You quickly covered the mouth of Atsumu before he can even open his mouth and utter such embarassing words. Osamu texted you to come to the gym since he said that he brought the notes that you guys did after some hours of fucking.

"Osamu- you little shit!"

Let's just say that everyone on the voleyball team figured it out.

[bluebeetless]

econ

ethan landry/reader

summary: you’re trying to help your boyfriend study using unique methods.

tags: cockwarming, riding, p in v sex, ethan is low-key a bottom in this, creampie, lowercase intended, sex in a chair, sex over a desk, aftercare, cuddling, minors dni

warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, use of the word cunt, talks of ghostface at the end, (almost) panic attack at the end

smut under cut

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ bluebeetless’ writing ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

ethan whimpers, hands grabbing your waist, face buried in your shoulder. “pay attention.” you whisper, tapping the page with your pen. “sorry…” you hear your boyfriend whimper. right now, he’s rock hard and buried inside your soft cunt. you’re sat stationary in his lap, walls clenched around his throbbing cock. you’re trying to help him study for his end of year exam, which was easier said than done. ethan had a tendency to drift off, daydream, or get extremely distracted; so you came up with a more unique way to get his attention.

ethan’s chin rests upon your shoulder, he’s panting softly, breathing fanning over the left side of your face. “what’s the answer to this question?” you ask softly, tapping the page of your notebook. “uh..- b?” ethan asks. you smile softly. “well done baby.” you purr, ticking answer b. “please-“ ethan whines, hands squeezing your hips. “not yet baby, just a few more questions.” you move your non-dominant hand down so you could hold his hand, squeezing softly. he’s whining again, it’s very soft and desperate. “you’re doing so well for me, e. just answer these questions.” you try to pull his attention to the notebook, and so he abides. “a?” he doesn’t sound very confident, yet he got it correct either way.

instead of verbally praising him, you clench your walls around him, listening to his soft moans. “c’mon, sweetie, you can do it.” you encourage, listening to him regain his composure. “i cant- baby, please-“ ethan grinds up against you, whimpering uncontrollably. you roll your eyes, yet you’re smiling fondly. “you did very well today, e. i’m proud of you.” you mumble, closing your notebook. “can i have my reward now?” ethan asks, squeezing your hands as he practically vibrates in his desk chair. “alright, sweetheart.” you smile, leaning back against his chest as you angle your head to kiss his jaw. ethan let’s out a pornographic moan, bucking up against you as you roll your hips.

“feels good-“ he stammers, hands gripping yours tightly as you bounce in his lap. you can’t help your own soft moans as he throbs inside you, squeezing around his cock. “good boy, you’re fucking me so good.” you purr, letting him stand. ethan bends you over his desk, your tits pressing against the notebook, his chest heaving as he thrusts into you desperately. it’s your turn to whimper as his cock hits your g-spot perfectly, head lifting as ethan grabs your hair; something he learnt you had liked after a long night out. ethan moans loudly, and you’re glad that chad is out for the night. ethan’s hand moves under your hips, fingers finding your clit as he stimulates you.

“i wanna-“ he pauses to take a soft gasp. “wanna fun at the same time with you.” ethan whimpers, cock twitching harshly. you moan in response, hands gripping his desk to steady yourself. he thrusts into you so hard you feel your feet lift slightly, toes grazing against the floor as you lean on his desk. ethan groans, precum seeping into you. “close- m’close, eth.” you moan, legs spreading for him to give your boyfriend more room to rub your clit. “come on- fuckfuckfuck..!” ethan moans, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. the feeling of you cumming makes ethan come undone, his cum spilling into you. “good boy…” you can’t help but whisper softly as his fingers slow down, easing you through your orgasm in a way that made your body twitch and your cunt spasm.

ethan eases your feet onto the floor again, helping you stand up as he kisses your neck. “are you alright?” he asks softly, voice slightly slurred with lust. “mhm, i’m okay.” you reply, leaning back against his chest as his cum seeps down your thigh. “gonna go clean up. go get into bed, we can cuddle.” you turn, kissing his lips gently. ethan kisses you back immediately, and almost whines as you eventually pull away. you smile, thumb stroking his cheek as he kisses you once more before letting you go. ethan puts away his stuff before flopping onto his bed, settling into his soft covers.

you return, smiling as you join him. you lay half on top of ethan, head resting on his shoulder as your legs lay between his. tossing an arm over him, you hug your boyfriend tightly. “love you.” ethan mumbles, sleepily. “i know, baby. i love you too.” you reply, kissing his jaw. ethan hums, rolling over to cuddle into you. “get some sleep, e.” you mumble as he drapes the duvet over the two of you. “i love you.” he repeats, as if it were the lord’s prayer. “i love you too, ethan.” you respond, yawning slightly through your words. “i love you more.” he quips, yawning as well. “i love you sooo much more.” you giggle, kissing him to keep him silent. “goodnight, baby.” he mumbles, closing his eyes as you smile. “goodnight, eth.” you respond easily, lips pressing against his jaw and staying there.

closing your eyes, you fall asleep, huddling against your boyfriend as he stays awake for a while longer; listening to your calm breathing. he ponders for a while, about how he met you, how he began to date you- how he got so lucky. he begins to think about the plan his father hatched, how you were a target. ethan doesn’t think he could ever bring himself to hurt you. you seemed so closed off, so quiet- yet deep down you were tender and sweet, funny and kind. ethan loved you, with all his heart he loved you. “fuck…” he whispers softly, squeezing his eyes shut. “fuck- fuck… what am i gonna do..?” he panics a little, chest beginning to heave. you stir from your sleep, humming sleepily as you hug him tighter. ethan calms in your grip, cradling you close. “i won’t let them hurt you. i love you, baby.” ethan whispers, rolling over slowly so you were between him and the wall. you settle into the new position easily, burying your face in his neck.

how did he get so lucky?

[sugawarassoulmate]

not nut november - nov 04/nov 05

after the first few days, they were feeling great. then the weekend came.

tutor!akaashi & shitty bf!daishou

word count: 423 & 290

cw: fem!reader, bimbo!reader, unprotected sex, cheating/infidelity, choking, minors dni

tutor!akaashi

who even does studying on a saturday night? akaashi does, which means you have to too

you're in one of the study rooms at the campus library, which feels a little redundant since it's practically abandoned on a saturday night

"what act and scene is this line from?" akaashi asks, cooly. he's been quizzing you on king lear for the past three hours, making sure you knew could identify the passages for your midterm

"act three, scene two?" you guess but akaashi's eyes already tell you that you're wrong. "ugh, can we take a break, keiji? my brain is turning to mush!"

akaashi would argue that your brain was mush to begin with but there's no use continuing when you've already given up

there was one way he could motivate you to keep studying — it was for your own good really, you weren't smart enough to pass this exam just by winging it

but he remembers the bet he made with his friends earlier this week something about not having sex during the whole month. it was stupid but he knew he'd never hear the end of it from bokuto if he lost

akaashi supposes he could just eat you out while you study but nothing does the trick more than making you sit on his cock, making you read out his notes while you bounce in his lap...

it's not long before akaashi has you bent over the desk, skirt flipped up and panties pushed to the side. "come on, don't just think with your pussy, recite the line for me," he says, pulling you by the hair

"ahhh, 'when thou dost ask me blessing, i'll'—fuck, keiji!" you cry when he pulls out only to slam back into you.

a slap to your ass is what brings you back to reality. "'i'll...i'll kneel down and ask of thee forgiveness' uhhh, act five, scene three?" you answered, crying when akaashi's fingers circle your clit.

"look at that, she's finally using her little brain," akaashi coos, snapping his hips harder into you. "read the next one." he says, knowing this is the only way you'll pass

he can say it's for your benefit as much as he wants to but akaashi is just as guilty of thinking with his crotch, maybe even more so

akaashi only lets you cum when you've gone through all of the study guide and he rewards you by spilling his seed deep inside your womb and walking you to your dorm with his cum running down your leg

shitty bf!daishou

saturdays are meant for your girlfriend. taking her on dates and watching shows with her

but it's not saturday and you're not daishou's girlfriend, which is why he's technically not breaking any no nut november rules right now

his friends explicitly said that fucking your girl was off limits for the entire month

which is why he turned to you the first chance he got

"sugu!" the two of you barely made it past your door, with daishou pouncing on you the second he shut it behind him

now he's got you spread out on your floor, a hand wrapped around your throat

"shhh, i know, babe," he whispers, pace never letting up as he abuses your cunt. "you're gonna take all my cum this month, yeah? be my fuckin' cum dump?"

it's so sick and your heart breaks for mika, completely unaware that her boyfriend is balls deep in someone else—someone she calls a friend

but you nod anyway because for an entire month daishou's body will belong to you

mika will have to wonder about the faint smell of your perfume on his clothes, wondering why it smells so familiar

it's pathetic and cruel and so unlike you but it's what you want more than anything

"yes, yes, sugu! i want your cum," you gasp, nails running down his back "i'll take all of it, just give it to me, please!"

and daishou just loves the desperation, grunting a quick "that's my girl," before fucking you harder than ever

and as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you feel the warmth of daishou's cum flooding your cunt, all that goes through your head is his voice saying "that's my girl," over and over

©sugawarassoulmate 2023 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

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One Night in Vegas | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: After you move in with Bradley, it doesn't take long for you to settle in to your life together. He makes dinner, you eat it. You make a mess, he cleans it up. He proposes in the most endearing way, you say yes. And then both of you spend one perfect night in Vegas. 

Warnings: Fluff, swears and smut

Length: 2100 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time! This was written for a request.

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You were so close to your winter break, you could almost feel it. Your first semester teaching math at San Diego State University had been wild. At times, it was very rewarding, and you didn't want to be anywhere else. At other times, you were holed up in your office, working late into the night grading papers and planning out your lessons. 

But the one constant thing had been Bradley. 

"Hey, Sugar," he said, knocking softly on the open door of your home office. "Dinner." You stood and practically ran into his arms as you glanced at the office door on which you had written SUGAR LOVES BEER BOY.

"I don't want to grade any more exams," you whined loudly against his solid chest while he laughed. 

"I told you not to wait until tonight to finish them."

You glared playfully up at him and tried to escape his arms, but he held you tight. "You're terrible," you informed him. "It's entirely your fault that I'm still working on them. You spent the whole weekend luring me back into our bedroom!"

He smirked at you and said, "It didn't take much convincing, Sugar."

You rolled your eyes and let him lead you out of your office and through the kitchen. "Oh, are we eating in the dining room? What's the special occasion?"

But you stopped in the doorway, heart pounding a million miles per hour as tears sprung to your eyes. "Bradley!" you gasped. There were five white doors lined up on the far wall, and each one had a single word scrawled across it in Bradley's big, tidy handwriting. 

SUGAR 

WILL 

YOU 

MARRY 

ME?

When you spun to face him, you found him behind you, down on one knee. He looked blurry through your tears, but he was holding a ring between his thumb and index finger. You barely saw it though as you half sobbed and half shouted, "Yes!"

And then you were on top of him on the hardwood floor, straddling his waist and kissing his face while he smiled and held you tight to his chest. "I love you," he managed to say as you smashed your mouth against his. "Wait, wait," he whispered, reaching for your left hand. "Let me put this on you before it gets lost."

You let him slide the ring onto your finger as you said, "I love you so much, Beer Boy." And then he pulled you in for more kisses.

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On New Year's Day, you and Bradley were curled up together on the couch, watching his vintage DVD of The Grateful Dead concert footage and nursing your hangovers. 

"What are you going to do all week while I'm at work?" he muttered against your neck. 

You shrugged in his arms. "Probably visit you and Nat on base one day and just mess up the house so you have something to complain about."

"Remind me again... why am I marrying you?" 

"Because you can't live without me," you whispered as his nose skimmed the sensitive spot behind your ear. 

"Oh, yeah," he mumbled. 

The five doors on which Bradley had written his proposal message to you were now a permanent feature in the dining room. And you took your dinner in there most nights to enjoy them while you ate, even if Bradley was on base late. Even the ring he got for you, which he was currently spinning around your finger, was perfect. 

You didn't want to go back to work at the end of the month without having selected a wedding date. But every time you and Bradley talked about wedding plans, he told you the same thing: "Pick a date, Sugar. Vegas is available 365 days a year."

You wiggled yourself around on the couch until you were facing him, and he sang along softly to the DVD while you closed your eyes. When the song was done, you asked, "How serious are you about Las Vegas?"

He studied your face. "To get married?"

"Mmhmm."

"So serious," he replied, but he was looking at you a little skeptically. 

But as a smile broke out on your face, he started kissing your cheeks. "Let's do it, Beer Boy," you told him with a laugh.

And soon he had you pinned underneath him on the couch while he sang Viva Las Vegas by Elvis and unhooked your bra.

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When Bradley got home from work on Friday, the house was a damn mess, and you were looking at him with barely concealed excitement.

"What?" he asked cautiously. And then you started bouncing around. "What happened? Did you hire someone to clean up after you so I don't have to?" 

"No!" you exclaimed, rolling your eyes. "I spent the entire day planning our wedding!" 

Bradley's heart skipped a beat. "For real? When is it?"

"In two weeks."

He had your sweatpants off in an instant, and he bent you over the dining room table and fucked you while you told him the details. 

"It'll be perfect," you moaned as he rocked your body with his thrusts. "Elvis and the Vegas strip and a heart shaped bathtub."

You were everything he had wanted for more than ten years, and the fact that you were letting him have this silly, no nonsense quickie wedding made him so happy. Neither of you had much family, and the only person he really cared to invite was Nat. But she'd give him a pass on missing his big day if she knew going to Las Vegas would make him happy.

"You're perfect, Sugar," he grunted, kissing your neck and eyeing the five doors lining the far wall. "I can't fucking wait, baby."

Bradley started packing that night, laying some of his favorite tropical print shirts on his open suitcase. But as the days wore on, you started to add some cold weather clothing into his bag for him. 

"What's that for?" he asked you when he noticed you had folded up his heaviest coat and placed it on top of his short sleeved shirts. 

"Our honeymoon."

He raised one eyebrow at you. "Are we not staying in Vegas for that?"

"Nope."

"Where are we going?"

"Not telling."

Bradley looked you up and down as you stood next to the bed in his favorite tie dyed tee shirt. "Do I need to fuck the information out of you?"

Your eyes went wide and your lips parted on a needy gasp. "I'd like to see you try."

After nearly an hour of giving you his hands, mouth and cock, you were a sweaty, gasping mess beneath him.

"Chicago," you managed to say as your eyes drifted closed. "Honeymoon in Chicago."

Bradley collected you in his arms and pulled you beneath the covers with him. You and he had made all those plans for Chicago together before you broke his heart more than ten years ago. And now you were really taking him there. The city where you lived when you were missing him. The city where you got your second tattoo. The city that haunted his dreams when he was twenty two years old and so lonely. 

"I love you so much, Sugar," he whispered over and over until you fell asleep in his arms.

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"Aren't we supposed to not see each other before the wedding?" Bradley asked you while you got dressed in the hotel bathroom. "Isn't that a thing?"

You rolled your eyes as you pulled on your white sundress. "I'm sure Elvis won't mind!" you called to him where he was getting ready in the bedroom.

"Speaking of Elvis, we need to be there soon, Sugar!"

Your flight from San Diego had been delayed, and now you were cutting it close for your appointment at the Chapel of Neverending Love next to Caesars Palace. "Grab the wedding bands!" you told him while you fixed your makeup. When you walked out of the bathroom a minute later, Bradley was standing there in a white linen shirt and pants with a huge smile on his face.

"You look beautiful."

Your dress was simple, and your engagement ring was your only accessory. But you did feel pretty, and you knew Bradley was eager to marry you today. "So do you, Beer Boy."

You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his mustache, and when you got to the chapel, Elvis was already waiting for you. The entire ceremony took fifteen minutes, and that included your wedding photos. And then they were ushering you out for the next couple to come in. 

But the two of you were laughing and smiling nonstop as you looked at your rings and made out in front of the chapel.

"I'm ready to take my wife back to that heart shaped bathtub and have my filthy way with her."

But you looked up at his handsome face and shook your head as he held you close. "Not yet. It's time for your wedding gift."

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Bradley thought he was going to faint from all the excitement. You and he were married. You and he were about to enjoy your wedding night. You and he were flying to Chicago tomorrow. 

But then you told him the most magical words: Grateful Dead cover band.

"How the fuck does this day keep getting better?" he asked, kissing your neck and hugging you as you led him down the lit up sidewalk of the Vegas strip. Soon the two of you were surrounded by a bunch of hippies in tie dye. And Bradley knew all the words. And you held him tight the whole time. 

"This is our wedding reception!" you told him over the loud music. And then the band started playing the song with the lyrics from your tattoo. The one you got because of Bradley. 

You grinned at him as the singer said, "This song is for the newlyweds."

Bradley wrapped you up in his arms and sang to you while you danced with him. "You don't know how easy it is to love you."

You were wound around him, singing the lyrics back to him as well. Perfect. You were perfect. And somehow, you were his. 

When the song ended, he tipped his head back amidst all of the applause and cheers. "I fucking love my wife!" he shouted. "Seriously, Sugar! I love you so much!"

And he was still saying those words back at the hotel when you changed into your 'wedding night lingerie' which was just his old Grateful Dead tee shirt. 

And he was whispering, "I love you," as he carried you to bed. When you pulled him closer and let him settle against your body between your spread legs, he paused with his lips just barely brushing yours. 

"Sugar, I know we didn't have proper wedding vows, because Elvis only let us speak in his song lyrics, so I have a few things I want to tell you now."

You giggled, and said, "But I liked it when you called me your hunka hunka burnin' love."

He ran his hands all over your body and smiled. "Listen, you're definitely that, baby. But you're also the only woman I've ever loved. And I fell in love with you as soon as you spoke to me."

"Bradley," you whispered, running your fingertips along his scarred cheek and neck. Your pretty face was always so open and honest for him, and he loved you for that, especially right now.

"And I've been loving you for eleven years, nearly to the day," he told you, kissing the tip of your nose as your eyes filled with tears. "You changed my life. Twice. And getting a second chance with you is the most important thing that ever happened to me."

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I'm so happy I found you again, because I never stopped loving you either. How could I have?"

Bradley pulled your left hand to his lips and kissed your rings. "My vow is to keep loving you just like I did the night I met you in my disgusting fraternity house, and just like I did when we parted ways, and just like I did when you found my again, and just like I do right now. Because I'm better at loving you than I am at doing anything else." 

"You are," you promised him as you sniffed. "You're so good at it."

And then Bradley spent the whole night loving you and your body and your voice. And it didn't matter if you and he slept at all, because you had the flight to Chicago for that. 

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[bloomzone]

hellooo, i have a silly question:

how can i be more productive and have a better mindset? i'm currently in high school, and my grades are terribly dropping. i have 0 motivation, and i cant seem to focus on anything. i really want to be productive, but uhhh i also have strict parents.. i need help!!

hi pookie AAAH u are going through a lot let's break all that into chunks first !

How to be productive !

1.Visualize Success

Picture the outcome of completing your tasks to stay motivated.

2. Plan Your Day

Make a To-Do List: Write down tasks in order of priority.

Set Specific Goals: Break larger tasks into smaller, actionable steps.

3. Create a Routine

Establish a consistent daily schedule to build habits.

Start with high-energy tasks in the morning and save lighter ones for later.

4. Avoid Multitasking

Focus on one task at a time for better quality and efficiency.

5. Minimize Distractions

Put your phone on silent or use apps to block distractions.

Work in a clean, quiet, and organized environment.

6. Use Time Management Techniques

Pomodoro Technique: Work for 25 minutes, take a 5-minute break, and repeat.

Time Blocking: Allocate specific hours for tasks or categories.

7. Take Care of Yourself

Sleep: Ensure you get 7-8 hours of rest.

Nutrition: Eat a balanced diet to maintain energy.

Exercise: Physical activity improves focus and reduces stress.

8. Avoid Perfectionism

Aim for progress, not perfection. Sometimes "done" is better than "perfect."

9. Reward Yourself

Celebrate small wins to stay motivated.

how to improve your mindset ?

I have a blog where I talked about that with details (click here!)

High school study method

I feel you I'm also in high school and grades are ONE AND FOREVER thing to care about .Improving your grades back in high school is completely achievable if U take small consistent steps and focus on progress rather than perfection as I said before .. First, create a study plan that breaks your day into manageable chunks of work and rest—this will help you avoid feeling overwhelmed. Start with your most difficult or important subjects when your energy is highest, and review class notes daily to reinforce what you’ve learned. Don’t be afraid to ask your teachers for help; they’re there to guide you and will appreciate your effort. If you struggle to stay motivated, remind yourself why education is important—whether it’s to achieve your dream career, make your family proud, or prove to yourself that you can succeed. Celebrate small wins, like completing an assignment on time or understanding a tough concept, and reward yourself with something you enjoy. Remember, you don’t have to do it alone .. study with ur friends (I mean ppl who have interest in studying), use online resources, and focus on one step at a time. You’re capable of so much more than you think ..

Study methods !

The Active Study Cycle

1. Preview the Material

Skim the chapter or topic you’ll study before class. Look at headings, subheadings, key terms, and summaries to get an overview.

2. Attend and Engage in Class

Actively participate, ask questions, and take notes in your own words. Highlight key points your teacher emphasizes.CHANGE UR MINDSET study = great future

3. Review and Organize Notes

After class, rewrite or organize your notes neatly. Use diagrams, bullet points, or flowcharts to simplify complex concepts. TRY TO REWRITE UR NOTES UNTIL THEY STUCK IN UR BRAIN

4. Apply Active Recall

Test yourself regularly by asking questions about what you’ve studied. Use flashcards, quizzes, or apps like Anki to reinforce memory.

5. Practice Spaced Repetition

Review the material multiple times over several days instead of cramming. This method strengthens long-term retention.

6. Teach Someone Else

Try explaining the topic to a friend or even to yourself . Teaching reveals gaps in your understanding and reinforces knowledge.

7. Use Past Papers and Practice Tests

Solve past exam questions or practice problems under timed conditions to familiarize yourself with the format and improve time management.

8. Break the shit Down

Divide your study sessions into 25-30 minute chunks with short breaks in between (Pomodoro Technique). This prevents burnout and keeps you focused.

9. Create a Study Space

Set up a clean, quiet space with all the tools you need (notebooks, pens, etc.)

10. End with a Summary

At the end of each study session, summarize the main points of what you’ve learned to solidify your understanding.

strict parents and motivation!

I FEEL YOU CUZ SAME

Dealing with strict parents while staying motivated as a student can feel overwhelming, but remember: Tough times never last, but tough people do. Your parents' strictness likely stems from their desire to see you succeed, even if their methods feel harsh. Instead of focusing on the pressure, channel that energy into proving to yourself—and them—that you are capable.

Your future is created by what you do today, not tomorrow Stay consistent with your efforts, even when it’s hard. Break your goals into small, manageable steps and celebrate every victory, no matter how small. Treat your studies as a way to build your dream life, not just something to satisfy your parents.

When things feel too heavy, remind yourself: You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think You’re not alone in this journey, and every challenge you face is shaping you into a stronger person.

Finally, keep in mind: Success is the best revenge cuz One day, when you’ve achieved your goals and created a life you love, you’ll look back and thank yourself for not giving up. Trust the process and keep moving forward—you’re stronger than you think!

Stay focused on your goals and remember that small steps lead to big results. Challenges, like dealing with strict parents or tough situations, are opportunities to grow stronger. Trust yourself, keep pushing forward, and know that your effort today shapes your success tomorrow. "The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."

© bloomzone

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» The Bliss «

[ Slytherin ✦ Aemond x Gryffindor ✦ female ]

[ warnings: fingering, smut, angst, orgasm denial ]

» Green Snake, Red Lion Special Chapter «

Solren is very stressed before her Potions exam. Aemond decides to make sure his girlfriend relaxes a bit.

This work was created as part of a series The Christmas Drabbles which will consist of ten drabbles taking place after the events of some of my favorite fanfictions. Each of them is concerned with one feeling that dominates the characters at a given moment. This is my little gift to all my fans.

Word counter: 928

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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"I can't do it. It's too complicated." She muttered in despair, tilting her head back, which landed on his shoulder, her boyfriend sighed heavily, impatient, embracing her tightly, pressing his cheek against her temple.

They were both sitting in the library, taking advantage of the evening to study for their Potions exam, and sat on the floor between the bookcases, away from the others, holding a textbook in front of them. Snape required that, by some miracle, they learn the list of 20 ingredients for the Burning Dread decoction and the order in which they should be added to the cauldron.

"Try again. It's really logical. Look, you can't add the basilisk venom before you add the bat wings because it will make a jelly, not a liquor." He said calmly pointing his finger at point 15 of 32 in the order of preparing the concoction, and she sighed heavily, feeling everything stirring in her head.

She closed her eyes, letting him embrace her more tightly, feeling that she was tired and drowsy after hours of quidditch practice and only wished she could return to her dormitory and go to sleep.

"I don't want to do this anymore." She mumbled and heard him let out a quiet breath, his hand from the textbook went up her thigh, under her skirt, touching her naked body under her long socks. She shuddered and swallowed loudly.

"We're going to try one last time. Hm?" He hummed, and she felt her heart begin to pound faster as the tips of his fingers traveled slowly higher, to the material of her panties, pressing gently against her womanhood.

"− A-Aemond − what are you −" She gasped, looking apprehensively at the other students sitting at tables in the distance, absorbed in their reading and quiet conversations.

"− be quiet − what needs to be done first? −" He asked, pushing the material of her underwear aside with his nubs, running his fingers over her hot, bare skin, sighing contentedly when he met her sticky wetness. She pressed her lips together, writhing before him as he collected it and began to spread it, in circular, slow motions brushing her clit.

"− I − cut up the fruit of the toadstool, a-add a few spikes of holly and pour this over the decoction of − of − ah −" She mumbled, feeling that with her good answer she was rewarded with a firmer, more determined pressure of his nubs between her folds, they dug into her skin with a quiet click of her moisture, his lips placing gentle, butterfly kisses on her neck.

"− keep going − a decoction of what? −" He murmured lowly, she felt him throbbing behind her, his cock hidden in his trousers pressed against her buttocks in front of him.

"− of − of a decoction of dandelion, whale oil and bat's eye − then − mghmm − p-please −" She mewled, involuntarily spreading her legs wider, looking dreamily ahead, praying that no one would come into this alley for some book. She trembled when she felt his free hand from the textbook in her lap move under the material of her jumper, clamping down on her bare breast, his thumb playing with her nipple.

"− come on, baby − you can do it − focus −" He exhaled, bucking his hips behind her, rubbing against her buttocks, all hard, she felt a pleasant twitching inside her when his fingers speed up, teasing and squeezing her bud, she swallowed loudly, finding it increasingly difficult to form complete sentences.

"− a-and then you have to add bat wings − basilisk venom and − and boil that for two hours before the − the − Aemond −" She babbled out feeling him suddenly slide his finger inside her, with a loud, embarrassing wet click of her juices teasing a point inside her from where she had lost the desire to talk about potions altogether.

"− Aemond − no more − I don't want to −" She whimpered pleadingly, moving her hips in the motion of his hand, fucking herself with his fingers, his nubs pulling and squeezing her nipple, he knew she loved it, shudders of pleasure went through her from it.

"− you're so close, little one − come on, we're almost there −" He whispered in her ear in a trembling voice, holding her body so close to him, rubbing against her from behind so hard that she wondered if he was about to cum in his trousers.

"− before the − uh − before the water evaporates and − and you add the powder of the bones − bones − of the goat? −" She gasped out and he chuckled, not slowing down as she felt her walls clench and suck his fingers deeper inside her.

"− ram − and what else? −" He murmured, and she swallowed loudly, reaching back to grab his hair with her hand, feeling that familiar heat and tickle in her lower belly, knowing what it meant.

"− and − and dried − dried − frog legs − oh − oh, fuck, Aemond − fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck −" She cried out quietly in front of him, throwing her head back, he covered her mouth with his hand, the other still held between her thighs, a wave of wonderful pleasure and relief spread through her body, she felt the stress and horror leave her completely, leaving only bliss.

"− good girl − see, it wasn't that difficult, was it? − now we're sure you'll remember everything perfectly −"

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[lizzaneia-elizalde]

listening to 'jealous girl' then i realized, another damon req maybe where darlings the one who gets jealous⁉️⁉️

So darling continued their reward system, improving his grades and *also* deepening their situationship relationship they had. Suddenly Damon often texted darling that he wouldn't make it to their study sessions because of training/practice for sm major sports event. Darling was all g w it for a few weeks, taking a break but somehow feeling like smth is missing ykykykykykykyk

so when darling was walking around campus, they saw Damon w a cheerleader whose feelings for Damon were clear¹⁰ and where cheerlesder absolutely despised darling since most students thought darling and damon were a thing due to what happened when it was darlings science quiz bee thing

Everyone knew abt cheerleaders adamant feelings for damon. Cheerleaders clearly getting very buddy buddy with Damon

Sooo darling had their heart ache a bit </3

Yandere! Jock x Honor student! fem! reader Part 2

OOOH will you look at that! Part two of the fic! Decided to make this the part two of Damon's story since the premise is the perfect set up.

TW: bullying

You were quite furious.

Damon has missed another one of your study sessions.

Sure, he's improving (due to the reward system, no less), but he still can't confidently say he already got it down to a pat.

You walked through the busy college campus, saying hi to your new found friends and bowing to professors.

Maybe he's not the only one who got influenced by the other.

You told yourself to calm down. But seriously, the exams are coming up and this is an important one for Damon since it can indicate his stay at his main sports team.

You swore to yourself that you'll help him since your Dean finally gave you an incentive, which is a summer job in a reading camp. That will be placed in your portfolio, and list of credits when graduation rolls over.

Definitely not from the intrinsic want to actually help Damon, definitely not.

Okay, maybe you actually wanted to help Damon.

He's been really sweet, despite the initial dumbness rattling your brain.

Ever since the reward system, he's been improving rapidly in an almost terrifying degree. It's suspicious, but you brushed it off. Especially since this guy is actually quite the genius if he uses his common sense.

That, and those days with him, studying with hushed whispers, salacious touches, and flirty gazes before the inevitable lust filled rewards were satisfying you to the bone.

It's lonely without him and his boisterous personality.

Especially he's been there with you ever since one of your closest friends, Jupiter, died months prior, not knowing Damon was the one who ended him.

In reality, Damon was taking advantage of your grieving state from your friend, consoling you and cheering you up, while feeding your brain of his facade of being this dumb yet adorkable guy. And it worked.

Here you are, walking towards the outside basketball court to sit down on their bleachers, lunch in hand.

You placed down a handkerchief on one of the bleachers and sat down. With your simple sandwich in your palm, you took a bite and gazed towards the rugby field which is on the other side of the road.

Your eyes lightened when you saw Damon, running through the field as the quarterback with the rugby ball in his hand.

You gently chewed on your food, gaze softening as he hoot and hollered with his teammates, looking so happy as he's in his element in the field. With his beloved sports, and his beloved teammates.

It was quite amazing how different he looks from studying with a focused frown on his face, to this annoying smirk he has as he scores touchdown after touchdown.

You decided to step down the bleachers and approach the bench. His rugby teammates recognized you and waved with a grin, inviting you to sit down. Normally, you would shyly decline, but this time you said thank you graciously and sat down beside them. Cheering along.

Your anger with him faded slowly, and was about to approach him to ask about the next study session when a woman bumped you away.

This woman, in her cheering uniform, scoffed when she finally caught a glimpse of you.

"Skank, out of the way." She insulted, which made you gasp. Skank? What?

It made you freeze, and you only got to watch her as she sticked to Damon, wiping his sweat and hugging his arm. It made your skin crawl, a pit on your stomach.

"Sorry, y/n." One of the benched members said, eyeing the girl warily. "She likes Damon, a lot. And is actually quite hostile about you."

"Hostile about me?" You asked, bewildered. "But why? I didn't do anything."

"You say, but everyone knows you and Damon are a thing." He whispered. "Don't worry, she's not gonna be that annoying. Everyone knows Damon is heads over heels on you."

"Oh..." You flushed red before your eyes gazed to Damon once more, who is chuckling as the girl cooed and pouted.

'You say that, but he hasn't seen me at all...' You thought, eyes watering before bowing and going away, defeated.

Ever since then, you stopped pestering him about the study sessions.

You only sent him PDFs about new topics, but that's it. No more.

You also ignored most of his texts, yet there was only seldom of them too.

You can feel the gap between you widen, and widen... And widen.

The cheerleader continued to rub it in your face too, everywhere Damon went, she went. Feeding him, like the slimy, little, two-faced, bitchy, mistress she is--!

You calmed down suddenly, shame creeping your neck from thinking those things.

"Calm down, this isn't you." You told yourself, gripping your pen tightly. You looked down at your phone and sighed. With Damon gone, you realized that sure, you had friends, but you don't really have a best friend after Jupiter died. And now, looking at Jupiter's photo as his 7th monthsary death is coming, you felt lonelier than ever.

It was almost childish how Venus, the cheerleader, kept bad mouthing you. Saying that YOU were the one who got between them, YOU were the one who went away, YOU were the one who was finding another guy.

Painting you to be the bad person.

Sure, not a lot of people believed her, but those who do are very vocal about it. Claiming that you were a whore who was spreading your legs despite being a nerd.

This is one of the rare times when you wish the ground swallowed you whole. You were already in college for gods' sake! And they were talking and bullying like this is some highschool drama. It's so shameful!

And you found yourself seeking Damon, who's in the heart of the problem. But he's not saying anything about it. Only focusing on his sports. You heard he's on his way to be a guaranteed part of the national team, so he's really busy.

You asked his teammates too if he's aware of the rumors, he shakes his head apparently, before asking if it's important. Sure, they only asked if he knew about this rumor about you, but other than that, they didn't elaborate on it in respect to you.

You were honestly about to snap from how Venus is being too mean to you. She can have him! Just leave you alone.

But noooo she wants to make your life a living hell like the bitch she is.

With no other choice, you sent a long text to Damon.

Anger fueled, but you know this is the only way he'll wake up from being too oblivious and slap him from reality.

Your hands shook as you raked your fingers through your hair, before hitting the block button finally on him. You're moving on from this guy. You don't give a shit anymore.

But, you only heard by next day that Venus...

"Venus transferred schools? What happened? Oh my god..."

You felt wonder. But you cannot deny that a teenie, weenie sick sense of satisfaction settled inside of you like a guilty sinner.

The day Damon received the text.

Damon was about to keel over.

He wants to see you so bad. Hug you, kiss you, touch you, fuck you...

He's so deprived of your presence that even glimpses of your hair was enough to set him off.

But he stopped himself. After the coach threatened him to scrape him off from the national team recommendation.

Sure, his grades are improving, but he's been neglecting his sports. With a triple "s".

He wants to choke his past self from taking up so many sports teams. Now he can't even see you until the recommendation tournament.

You've stopped pestering him, and he bit his lip. You never even went to find him. What's worse, is that he can't find you or else the coach will chew him out. Even the Dean was in on it too like she wasn't the one who recommended you to him.

He swore to himself that once the tournament is of, he'll crawl back in your arms and spoil you greatly. He can't have anyone getting too close to you after Jupiter. And from his informants, you've only been by yourself other than your friends. This satisfied him greatly too.

But now, it's been weeks since then, and he just wants to lash out on everyone and kidnap you to satisfy his needs, wants, and love.

Then, that unique message ping came. One that he knew that it was from you. So he opened his phone with a grin, but faltered when he saw the content.

Hey, Damon. It's been a while.

I know you don't care about me anymore, and that's fine. We were only like... A situation. Friends, if we're even friends, with benefits. I tutored you, and you taught me other stuff or whatever. Now, we drifted off, and it's fair that you won't care about me anymore. But please! REEL IN YOUR GIRLFRIEND! We've never met for months already and she's still fucking harassing the shit out of me! We're already done, what can she not understand about that?!

Anyways, please. Tell her to fuck off or this will reach her Dean's ears.

Girlfriend? He doesn't have a girlfriend. You were his partner, right? He thought you knew that. But girlfriend? Who?

He looked up dread feeling him as that pit settled his stomach. No. No way.

His eyes found Venus, who's running towards him with a smile again. One that he wants to wipe that goddamn mug off of the face of the earth.

Did this bitch do something to you?

He's been so out of touch lately due to training and training and training. And this clingy woman was someone he wanted to get rid off.

What you didn't see is his forced smiles, the simple shrug offs, the polite No's... But this Venus girl can't take no for an answer until he just accepts it with chills crawling on his back.

He can't exactly be rude and say what he's actually feeling after all. He's supposed to be this dumb fucking himbo who don't know social cues at all.

Oh, but he knows. He knows that this woman wants to be with him. To be his girlfriend, to make him hers. But good grief Damon wants to barf from being touched by her. It felt so wrong being touched by someone who's not you.

"Hey guys." Damon jogged towards his teammates who flinched and looked away. "... What's with you know... y/n?"

They all avoided his gaze before one finally spoke up.

"Finally giving her attention? Bastard?"

Damon was bewildered. Bastard? What?

"Did you know that your childish girlfriend over there has been harassing y/n for weeks?" He growled out, annoyed. "Oh of course you don't know. You always don't know. You're too clueless of everything!"

That was his persona! But this time he's actually clueless.

"Can you just tell me, please. What did Venus do?" Damon desperately said, his heartbeat going haywire.

"Bullying, spreading misinformation, pushing hate on her. The drill. I don't want to say this in respect for y/n, but you are the center of the problem and must know about it. We're hitting showers. See ya." He, muttered, before rolling his eyes and walking away with the other teammates.

Damon went cold once more and ran around the campus and the whole University, asking what's happening and how far this harassment went.

Everyone was surprised by his reactions. They thought he didn't care. But now he's here running rampant in such desperation. So they told him what happened.

Rumor, after rumor, bullying after bullying... It all stacked on Damon's mind that he almost gasped from the weight of it all. It didn't even stay in their college only, but it spread the whole Uni.

"Oh god..." Damon whispered, a pit on his stomach now ablazed with anger, fury, and wrath.

It was so late. He was so late. But he'd rather die than to leave this to fate.

So he found himself, hauling Venus' asleep body up to an upright board in his basement. After inviting Venus to a drink, she foolishly thought they'll spend the night together tangled in bed, but now, he's waiting for her to wake up as he sharpened his tools. His heart bled for you, and now Venus will pay the prize.

No, he will not kill her. That's too merciful.

He'll make her suffer as much as possible.

"Holy shit... Y/n! Look!"

"What? I'm busy studying here."

"No I swear, you want to see this!"

You sighed and went to the window. Surprised to see that a lot of students are by the window looking down. So you went there and gasped in bewilderment.

"Y/N! PLEASE!"

Damon was there, holding a microphone and looking to your dorm room. He has bags upon bags of gifts by his feet and his teammates spelling out "i'm sorry" with placards.

"I AM SO SORRY! VENUS MEANT NOTHING TO ME! SHE WAS ONLY LIKE THIS CLINGY LEECH THAT I CANNOT SHAKE OFF!"

Damon was so desperate, his hands shaking as he tried to fight off tears from his eyes.

"YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME! SLAP ME, PUNCH ME! I CAN TAKE IT JUST PLEASE TAKE ME BACK!"

He heaved a sob tears spilling. He doesn't give a fuck about the nationals anymore.

"I WILL COURT YOU EVERYDAY UNTIL WE GOT BACK TOGETHER!" He promised, his voice suddenly turning almost childish as he hiccuped while talking because of how hard he's crying right now. "And-and I'll apologize... *hic* everyday... *hic* and i'll kneel and serve you... *hic*..."

Everyone was cooing, feeling pity for him. But knew it's up to you to forgive him since it's not their place to do so.

You sighed and got down to his side, looking at his face before standing and giving a peck on his cheek.

"Now stop crying, you're embarasing me." You whispered. "Maybe not now that I can forgive you, but i'll let you court me."

He stopped, eyes widening before finally letting the dam flow and crying loudly like a little kid.

"DARLING!" He wailed, hugging you tight. "I AM SO SORRYYYYYY!"

You gave a small smile, not minding the slightly ironic smell from him as he clutched you close to his body.

[star2fishmeg]

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Pairing: Todoroki Yosuke x afab!reader

Summary: y/n just can’t wrap her head around statistics, and there’s only one person she can go to for help. Yosuke’s tough, but his rewards for progress make the tears so worth it

Warnings: 18+ smut, porn w/o much plot ngl, exhibitionism, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), creampie, choking, hair pulling, Todoroki fucks over the desk doggy style, degradation (slut, whore), praise, finger sucking, fingering, petnames (baby), dacryphilia, mild size kink, reader’s wearing a skirt for plot, rough sex, Todoroki’s kinda mean, aftercare

Authors note: @cheshirecatuniverse and I should not be allowed to contact each other in educational environments, creds to Vis for the idea contribution. LMAO THIS IS KINDA BAD

Request: none!

17/40

“You have got to be shitting me…” she mumbled, running her palms down her face. Another biweekly progress test was completed, and another one flunked. The fact she had studied for it just added salt to the wound too. If only she didn’t need to pass this exam, but unfortunately if she wanted to get into her course at university, she had to. This is so stupid, honestly.

“You good, y/n?” her friend asked, eyebrow raised at the way she was slumped over her desk, paper gripped in her hand.

“Bruh, barely even 50 per cent…again! What am I gonna do?” she groaned, her friend giggling at the dramatics being displayed. The pair started packing their things, shoving books into bags without considering how rude the hurrying looked to the teacher.

Rounding the corner and walking through the hallway, her friend rambled about gossip from another class, but y/n scrolled through her phone, bumping into lower years, and ignoring their calls after her. They were a freshman, and she was a senior for god’s sake, social status meant nothing anyway, no need to keep a reputation. A notification popped up before closing her phone, and a grin spread on her lips upon seeing the contact’s name.

“Y/n! Are you listening?” her friend whined, tugging on her arm.

“Nope, but I gotta go, see you Monday!”

“Not a simp my arse.”

--

He blinked unimpressed at the paper in his hand, and then glanced back at y/n, who sat next to him on the tatty sofa of the student announcement room: his base. Her head lulled against the back of the sofa, giving Todoroki a sheepish look. He sighed, placing the paper on the box in front of them (used as a coffee table or footrest) and leant back, turning slightly to face her figure. She reciprocated, resting her head on her arm while batting her eyelashes at him.

“Pretty please Yosuke? You’re my last hope.” She pleaded to her boyfriend, butterflies swirling in her stomach. He would straight-up reject the offer, he could do that, and that was the worrying thing. She avoided going to him for things because he – as stated by himself – was too busy with Oya's business but this time was different. She was begging him to help. His eyes failed to find somewhere to fixate on her, jumping around her face and the test, barely processing that she had come to him for academics. Did she really believe in him? See him as smart despite thinking with his fists?

“Can’t you find someone at school to tutor you?” he said quite flatly, watching her face drop.

“You’re right, maybe Kevin will, he’s pretty good-“ she began to turn to stand up before Yosuke’s hand gripped the top of her thigh in haste. She turned her head, raising an eyebrow.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But I’m not gonna be nice because you’re my girlfriend.” She grinned, practically leaping into his arms, and nuzzling her head into his shoulder, chanting ‘thank you’ until he returned the hug with a tight embrace. He closed his eyes, savouring the moment that she came to him for help for once, and not him turning up on her doorstep.

--

Her fingers gripped the pen, sweat rolling down her forehead as her breathing rattled through her chest. The questions of the page became blurry between the tears pricking her ducts, and shifting in her seat in the hope to ground herself more from the fog that blurred her mind. Why was this so hard?

Because she was held firmly on Todoroki’s lap, one arm secured around her waist and his fingers rubbing small circles on her clit over her panties.

“C’mon baby, you want to cum, don’t you? Finish the quiz.” He purred in her ear, placing a kiss on her jaw. As much as she wanted to whine about his teasing, she also wanted to just answer the questions, so she’d finally get some relief. But Yosuke continued to tease her pussy, smirking at how the fabric clung to her folds and every time she went to write her answer he’d pull her panties aside, cold air sending shivers up her spine, running his finger through her slick to hear the whimper slip through her lips. She slammed the pen on the desk, lulling her head back onto his shoulder.

“Yosuke,” she panted, “please, I answered them. Please, please, please just finger me.”

He glanced over her paper, humming with no indication of correct or incorrect answers. His only response was his long finger easing into her cunt, walls immediately clamping as she gasped suddenly, body relaxing as he slowly pumped his digit.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, sliding his other hand to squeeze her tit, “S’pretty when you cry f’me, do I make you feel that good?” Tears slid down her cheeks and were caught on his when he captured her lips in his, moans rumbling from either of them as tongues paid no mind to permission. Mewling when he inserted another finger, the languid pace unbearably pleasant, y/n’s pussy ached, and throbbed when he curled to hit her spot.

“Right, ah, there.” She sighed, her hand that once gripped the desk flying to grip the sleeve of the arm that tormented her.

“Touch yourself, be a good slut, won’t you?” He instructed in a low tone, eyes fixated on her hand moving to her puffy clit to massage it the way he had spent the last who-knows-how-long. His cock strained in his slacks, twitching at the friction of her squirming under his touch.

“M’gonna cum, Yosuke!”

“Cum, baby, show me how well I reward you.” His fingers thrusted faster, curling, and feeling her legs jolt as he finger-fucked her through her orgasm. Her mind blanked, muscles relaxing as she panted, drawing her hand away to lay limp on her lap. Yosuke chuckled inwardly, wrapping his arm around her waist again as his other hand pulled out her pussy.

“Open.” He almost demanded, and she responded, feeling his cum-soaked fingers lay on the flat on her tongue and she sucked them clean, tongue swirling and lapping up her own taste listening to his hum of satisfaction.

“You’re making progress, y/n. Guess I am a good tutor.” The smug expression he held only made y/n roll her eyes, as much as she devoured his reward scheme, she wished he’d have more mercy.

--

She blinked once, twice, thrice, mind empty at the mark on the top of her page. Her last biweekly test before the actual exam and she’d scored a thirty-five out of forty, the highest score yet. A grin slowly crept onto her face, electricity surging through her. She wanted to punch the air and yell, but that would be too embarrassing in front of the class, nobody needed to know how well she did anyway.

It was Todoroki’s business, however. She twirled around the small room, waving the paper around and taunting him with the grade she’d received (even though he helped). He didn’t mind though, it brought a small smile to his lips seeing her so pleased that she’d accomplished something, seeing her at her most confident lighting up the dingy classroom they met in.

“Thank you, Yosuke!” she leapt over to him, the paper floating to the floor as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, profusely laying kisses all over his face despite him scrunching it up. He loved it really. He unfolded his arms, sliding one around her waist.

“Anytime, y/n. You did well. Guess you want that reward.” He teased. The hand that was once on her waist slid slowly below her skirt, running down her thigh and over the globe of her arse, groping and toying with her panties. Y/n smirked, moving a stray hair from his eyes and unbuttoning the top of his shirt, finger running along his collarbone until her hand completely disappeared down his shirt. He let out a shaky breath, melting into her touch.

“We’re in public you know.” Y/n pulled her hand away from him, allowing his hands to undo her school shirt enough for him to have a clear view of her bra. His favourite one at that. His palm, coarse from fighting, ran underneath the right cup, pinching her nipple to hear the gasp emit from her throat.

“Get up, Yosuke.” she ordered, her skin becoming cold from him pulling away and standing up. He loomed over her stature, something she couldn’t help but crumble at feeling so tiny compared to him, and how his big hands held her tits perfectly. Letting his hands trail down her waist and grip her hips, he spun her around, bending her over the desk he was previously sat at.

He pushed her skirt up, scrunching it at her waist to bask in the view of her backside and the pretty black panties he knew she loved. Hooking his fingers around the waistband, he gently pulled them down her thighs, smirking at the damp patch that had been stuck to her pussy the entire time. She stepped out of them willingly, watching his every move over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes.

“What if they hear us?” she uttered, taking her lip between her teeth, his figure matching her position momentarily.

“You’ll have to be quiet then.” He whispered, panties scrunched in his palm, and she opened her mouth compliantly, letting him stuff them to taste herself. The sheer excitement this man brought to her every time he had her alone made her tingle inside. Her clit pulsed watching his belt unbuckle and his veiny hands unzip his slacks. Yosuke’s cock twitched seeing how desperate she was to get fucked in his school, to see her cunt glisten because of him, he couldn’t be bothered with prep, her whining begged him enough to fuck her.

Pulling his cock out, he gave it a couple pumps before running it over her folds, becoming deaf to anything but her whimpering and squirming as he teased the tip in and out before gradually sinking his cock in, letting her walls swallow him. He threw his head back, holding back a groan at how tight she squeezed around him. Yosuke gripped her hips, bottoming out and getting off at the muffled cries coming from his girlfriend, who gave him such a sultry look when they made eye contact that he restrained both her arms on her back when his hips began to roll into her.

The desk squeaked with every thrust that hit her cervix, her mewls and his grunts bouncing off the tatted walls and his eyebrows knitted at the way she fit around him so perfectly.

“Such a good little slut.” He hissed, slamming his cock into her aching cunt, finally letting her arms go. The relief that washed over her when he did only encouraged her to grip what she could and arch into his movements as if she were asking for more.

“You cock hungry whore, just can’t help yourself, can you?” He raked his fingers through her hair, taking a fistful of it and yanking her head back, y/n’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and a rattling moan tore through her. He pulled her into his chest, her back arching and the hand that once bundled her hair wrapped itself around her throat, throwing the panties from her mouth beforehand.

“Please, Yosuke! Choke me, please!” she pleaded, feeling the pads of his fingers and thumb press against the sides of her column. A faint smile formed on her lips, his ruts dizzying to the point all she could muster out was his name in a mantra.

“Taking me so well.” His thrusting became sloppier, breathing heavier as his hand dropped back down to her hips, her own breathing shuddering feeling her pussy clamp down on his cock and her stomach falling weak.

“M’gonna…” she panted, “cum!” her body dropped back onto the desk, shoving her backside into his crotch for him to fuck until they coated each other in white. Todoroki didn’t reply, his hips speaking for him, driving back and forth, ears hearing nothing but the lewd smacking and her voice doing its best to chant his name quietly until he watched her cum on his cock, his own thick ropes following not long after. His thrusting slowed, fingers stuffing their release back into her cunt while they caught their breaths again.

“I love you, Yosuke.” She smiled, her voice so small with a slight giggle to it.

“I love you too, you did so well.” He couldn’t help but smile, sweat dripping but regardless, he placed a kiss to her cheek, pulling her limp body off the desk to hold her gently in his arms.

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[verdantcrimson]

An Exchange of Information Between Instructors

Writer: Suika

Season: Autumn

TL: verdantcrimson

(Unproofread)

Keito: (A message on Hallhands? …… It’s from Shiratori.)

Keito: (It’s a photo from the camping trip that the ‘Keito Lecture’ circle went on the other day…… Hm, This is a good shot.)¹

Keito: (Though there were a few hiccups, it was likely a valuable experience)

Keito: (Originally, I had intended it to be something that would help ascertain how Amagi was adjusting to society, however… I think it might be good to have practical lessons as an ongoing thing.)

Keito: (It'd be nice to visit various museums and galleries in order to gain a wide variety of knowledge.)

Keito: (In that case, I had better start researching suitable candidates for the location of our next practical learning session.)

Ibara: Oh, if it isn’t Mr. Hasumi?

Keito: Saegusa? Quite a coincidence for us to meet on the same floor.

Ibara: Indeed. Are you about to attend a meeting, Mr. Hasumi?

Ibara: You seem to be in good spirits, could it be you’ve been assigned some sort of major RhythLink project?

Keito: ‘In good spirits’ you say? You shouldn’t spout nonsense.

Ibara: Oh, was I mistaken? I deeply apologize for my error.

Keito: (.... Come to think of it, Ibara also leads a circle, ‘Ibara Lecture’.)

Keito: (I’ve vaguely heard of their activities, however…)

Ibara: … What’s the matter, Mr. Hasumi? I can sense that you’re staring me down for some reason.

Keito: Mm, sorry. I was just thinking about the circle that you’re in.

Ibara: ‘Niki’s Kitchen’ is what comes to mind when I think of the circles I belong to, however… No, you may be referring to ‘Ibara Lecture’.

Keito: Yes. Actually recently, ‘Keito Lecture’ went on a camping trip as a practical lesson, and it turned out to be quite the fruitful learning experience for us.

Ibara: Camping, you say? Well, it certainly is true that skills like setting up a tent, or starting a fire, would be better learnt through experience rather than through a class lecture.

Ibara: It’s quite important to be trained in such things so that you may act quickly when the need arises. How impressive, as expected of Mr. Hasumi!

Keito: Cut it with the sycophancy.

Keito: Instead, how about you tell me about what your main activities in ‘Ibara Lecture’ consist of?

Keito: We both happen to be a part of groups with similar names and activities. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to exchange information, don’t you think?

Ibara: That would be just fine. I have some time before my next meeting as well.

Ibara: Let’s see… I started ‘Ibara Lecture’ in order to share useful business knowledge.

Ibara: Hence why many of the lectures cover related content. Recently I held a course on team and asset management.

Keito: Hm. As per my expectations, it’s something typical of you, Saegusa. This sort of content isn’t covered in ‘Keito Lecture’.

Keito: My circle mainly covers general knowledge and exam prep. The closest thing to business would be the etiquette course.

Ibara: Isn’t that quite good? Business etiquette is a basic skill that every working adult needs, which is why it is important to learn and unwise to ignore.

Ibara: By the way, we do academics in my circle too.

Keito: Oh? That’s unexpected. Do you do exam preparations in ‘Ibara Lecture’ as well?

Ibara: It wouldn’t be good if we only focused on idol related studies and neglected our student life, would it?

Ibara: Naturally, the curriculum would change in response to the students being taught. That can be said for both ‘Ibara Lecture’ and ‘Keito Lecture’.

Ibara: After all, was it not Mr. Amagi that was responsible for the inclusion of a general knowledge course in ‘Keito Lecture’?

Keito: Yes. He lacks common sense at times. Studying is important, of course, but I figured I would have him learn the rules of everyday life.

Keito: Luckily, he’s enthusiastic about learning and able to quickly absorb what I teach, so it’s been rewarding to have him as a student.

Keito: However, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to cover something like ‘team and asset management’ to prepare for the future.

Keito: Unfortunately, I am not too familiar with the subject myself. What to do…

Ibara: …If that’s the case, why not invite a guest lecturer to teach the subject?

Keito: A guest lecturer?

Ibara: Yes. At ‘Ibara Lecture’, we invite guest lecturers over to speak at times.

Ibara: It’s best to ask an expert in the field to guide you on the subject after all. Changing instructors also prevents classes from getting stale.

Ibara: So in your case, Mr. Hasumi, said expert would be me, Ibara Saegusa. I would be thrilled to conduct a business centric class if you’d let me. ♪

Ibara: (It wouldn’t hurt to curry favor with Mr. Hasumi, the right hand man of the former student council president, and current representative of Rhythm Link’s idols.)

Ibara: What do you say? I don’t think it’d be a bad idea for the members of ‘Keito Lecture’.

Keito: True. They do say that you ought to ‘go to the mochi shop for mochi’, after all.

Ibara: I do suppose there is! Well then, let’s schedule a date for the lecture right away!

Yuzuru: What are you scheming this time?

Ibara: ……!

Keito: Fushimi? Do you have a meeting to attend as well?

Yuzuru: Thank you very much for all of your hard work, Keito-sama. The meeting I was attending just concluded, as a matter of fact.

Yuzuru: As I was about to make my way back to the office, I happened to hear a familiar voice and attempted to locate its source to ascertain what may have been occurring…

Yuzuru: Keito-sama. Even if his logic is true, and it would be prudent to invite a guest lecturer, I advise you to reconsider whether or not you should invite Ibara.

Ibara: There’s really no need to be so wary. It’s not like giving a single guest lecture is doing much of a favor, is it?

Yuzuru: I truly wonder if that is the case. After that, were you by any chance planning to continue further discussions with Keito-sama in order to gain his favor?

Keito: Fushimi, calm down a little.

Ibara: (Hmph, Yuzuru sniffing me out was a miscalculation on my end.)

Ibara: (Further propositions would likely not bear any fruit. I’ll continue this another day.)

Ibara: Whoops, looks like I’ve been running my mouth. I have another meeting to go to, so I’ll be taking my leave now.

Ibara: Mr. Hasumi, if you happen to change your mind on the guest lecturer matter, do feel free to contact me whenever.  ♪

Yuzuru: Goodness, you must never let your guard down around him.

Yuzuru: Keito-sama, please do be cautious as to not allow that man to slither into your bosom.

Keito: Thank you for your advice. However, I’m not an idiot.

Keito: I am well aware that Saegusa is an adversary I must be careful of. We also meet at the Summit after all.

Keito: Also, I never intended to invite him as a guest lecturer at all. Since this matter concerns ‘Keito Lecture’, I must be meticulous in my judgment.

Keito: It’s never too late to ask Amagi and the others what they would like to learn before inviting a guest lecturer.

Yuzuru: I see now. I fear I may have overstepped my bounds slightly.

Keito: Don’t worry about it. Your words and actions from earlier were surely a result of your own deduction of the situation.

Keito: Whatever that might be, my conversation with Saegusa was ultimately productive. I’ll take these ideas back home with me and formulate a course of action from here.

Yuzuru: Fufufu…… ♪

Keito: ……? Did I say something odd?

Yuzuru: No, I merely feel fortunate to be under the tutelage of someone like you, Keito-sama.

Keito: Hmph. Since I was the one that started this circle, I can’t be half-hearted about it. I’m simply acting naturally.

Keito: Besides, there are benefits to being in the position of a teacher. You could say that we all learn from each other

Keito: Fushimi, you too. If there’s anything you would like to learn about, do not hesitate to tell me.

Keito: I can’t say for sure that I’ll have anything to teach you, but it is my duty as an instructor to listen to the needs of my students and respond to the very best of my ability.

Translation Notes

This is a reference to the events of the Keito Lecture scout story

[ryxiez]

Belly Rubs w/ You

Genera - fluff, almost tooth rotting

Pairing - idol!Hueningkai x gn!nonidol!reader

Words - 808

Summary - 3 little short stories of Hueningkai and various scenarios surrounding belly rubs and his love for you

Warnings - nicknames, (baby + darling)

a/n - I haven't been able to stop thinking about this for the past... idk long while. Hueningkai would be so in love with your tummy (not to mention you in general) no matter the size.

He always cares about providing you comfort no matter the situation, making you always feel safe and loved around him. He feels good when you feel good.

~~~

After a long day at the studio he would come into your shared apartment, that you just happened to but together a month ago. Wrapping his arms around your sides, nuzzling his face into the side of your neck while also placing soft kisses to your skin.

You could be cooking in the kitchen, preparing for your at home dinner date or laying in bed waiting for him to come home from a late practice.

Hueningkai's fingers always found themself drawn to the plush your belly, tracing mindless images into the skin.

Sometimes it wasn't just mindless though. Sometimes he spelt out his name, or "I love you", or any endearing name he likes to call you.

"Hello to you too." You would say with a giggle. Bringing your hand up to his head, your fingers would comb through his hair, simultaneously messaging his scalp.

He would only hum in response, finally feeling content in your presence once again after a long day without you. His body ached from all the work but you made him feel like he was floating. Floating in the clouds and you were the one thing keeping him from falling.

~~~

On other occasions he was a lot  more playful. Let's say you just aced a final exam in one of your toughest classes or got a promotion at work. You would ran to him with the special news, always telling him things first.

His smile would surpass yours while he ran up to you taking you in his arms almost bouncing up and down. You happiness was just so contagious to him.

He would not miss a beat as he pressed his flat palm to your stomach and rubbed fast circles. You couldn't help but giggle at his cuteness but also at the ticklish sensation his touch provided.

Once he thought he'd done enough, a tight hug would be provided. You wrapped your arms around his waist while his arms almost squeezed your head, holding you close.

Placing a long kiss to your forehead, he whispered how proud he was of you and how he always knew you could do it.

Hueningkai was the one who inspired you to keep pushing for higher goals, knowing he would give you belly rubs as a reward.

~~~

But what would happen if you gave him belly rubs?

He would definitely be content in dying right then and there. He didn't need anything else.

It would be an early morning, the fresh sunlight barely peaking through the blinds of your bedroom window. But it was now time to get up. Kai had an early meeting today with the staff and the rest of his members to discuss an upcoming album.

Hueningkai slept through both of his alarms he set the night before, making you to climb over his limp body to turn them off from his phone on his nightstand. (Not to mention all the stuffed animals that you had to maze your way through just to turn off the annoying ringtone.)

"Baby..." you whispered softly when you shook him slightly by his shoulders.

He stirred a little, you could see his nose twitch and his eyes move slightly under his eyelids, but nothing was said back.

The only response you received was a pair of strong arms pulling you back down along with a whine that escaped his throat. Bringing you back down, he buried his face into your chest. One of his favorite cuddling positions.

"Come on darling, you have a meeting." You coaxed as your hand found it's way to his exposed tummy. The pajama shirt he was wearing slightly rode up in his sleep, letting you touch his bare skin with your colder finger tips.

He squirmed immediately, but got used to it after a second. He nuzzled his face even more into your chest, breathing in more of your sent that he loved so much.

However, in reality it was his own heart that was almost beating out of his chest. The thought of you adapting his habits made him never want to leave this moment.

His heart fluttered as you whispered sweet nothings to him, still trying to get the poor boy up.

You then kissed his forehead while you keep your fingers in a constant slow motion before he finally gave into your touch and rolled out of bed with you in tow.

Of course you had to get him ready for the day, you got him attached now.

[fruit-salad-ship]

I remember that Plum had difficulty getting Missy to listen to her for a while, right? I have to wonder, in the Ranger AU, does Peach help Plum connect with Missy more? Is there a joyous moment where, after finally connecting fully with Missy, Missy evolves into Dragonair and Peach is looking on proudly as the two are celebrating? And then they both come over to Peach, and thank her, saying they'd never have gotten this far without her help? And then they kiss XD

their start is the same. Missy is unruly, clearly struggling with ADHD, and peach's job back home is to handle difficult pokemon. This little dragon is nothing compared to that. YET STILL at the start when the girls bickered, missy would give away their position, wouldnt listen to commands, was always scooting off, she was a liability.

During their arguing and butting heads phase, peach snuck out at night while plum slept, and took missy with her. They trained in secret so that the groups grade could increase and theyd succeed a lot more missions. Plum learnt of this when missy wouldnt respond to her in the field, but peach whistled once, and plums mon was back in line.

Missy was at this point proof that peach's family methods, which ere barbaric at best, didnt have to be the only way. She used missy as trainign for herself, to learn how to coax a pokemon to do things with a softer touch, reward systems, working with their skills, not just grinding out traits that werent needed for combat.

This of course initially made plum both shocked and then quickly furious. They argued about it. How dare peach go behind her back like that? And of course peach snaps back with the 'i'd not have to if you did your damn job and trained your partner right.' They fight like this for weeks. its tense in the dorm, they avoid each other, all other students wont even TRY to rekindle this mess.

Eventually teachers pick up on their bad energy and send them out to work in the field together, first years, a minor task, nothing crazy, but they'd have to camp out for a long weekend. This gives way to peach actually doing something reasonably mature for her, and apologising. She should have said, or asked, or even shown plum. She wasnt sure it would work, didnt want to offer up faulty training advice to her and seem like she didnt know what she was doing (because this was new territory for peach, carrot not stick methods)

They sort of meet in the middle, and peach starts to show her how to handle missy better. They come back to the academy better off, and the bad energy has passed. Plum learns more and more every day, and the pair train pretty much most evenings after class, tricks and methods masked as games, their pokemon bond, save for val who's always been a distant sort, but she too became tolernat of this new setup.

Eventually in the 3rd year, peach has 6 pokemon on her belt, all of which she loves dearly, and has grown beside. Plum sits happy at 4, and during their final practical exam, faced with a tough foe that was refusing to calm down, Missy evolves, the task is complete, and they pass the final hurdle with flying colours.

Of course the whole time plums been learning how to handle her whole team, but missy was always her first and most precious baby, so that she was now this elegant, strong, capable pokemon was really the icing on the cake for her. Peach just looks at the pair and sees how they mirror each other. Plum really was no different, a little ditsy, but very smart, and elegant, and quick, theyre one in the same, just like she is with val. Its humbling to see them this happy, and perhaps even a little gratifying knowing she had even the tiniest hand in helping them get here.

They have a battle after the evolution, once back at the academy, rested and ready, these little mock fights brought them together, and as their pokemon fought, the girls realised just how far theyd come. plum barely loses, but its to be expected, Val really is a monster, the ace up the sleeve, but the defeat is sweet. they stand there and watch their pokemon mess around in the cool night air, runnign riot in the woods behind the school, sat on a log chatting.

Plum thanks Peach, finally. It comes out so easily after all these years, rivals, friends, lovers? they didnt really know what to call this all. but no matter what, they had each others backs, always. The thank you is shrugged off, peach didnt do it for praise, she did it because it was the right thing to do, but notices the hand on hers appear gently. it stays there, she doesnt flinch away, plum doesnt remove her touch, they watch their pokemon play and sit in comfortable silence.

on the way back, plum takes a gamble, they get ready to sneak back in, clambering up the pipe by their room window, peach pulled sideways by the tug on her hoody that brought her down lower, a warm soft kiss left on her lips that she didnt know what to do about, stood in the dark as plum shimmied her ass up the gutter and into ther room, not a word said.

she stands there. looks at val, looks at booker, they both look back, none know what to say. by the time she gets back in the dorm plums gone to the bathrooms to shower, and shes left sat there wondering what comes next from here? for them?

[callsign-cacti]

Okay, it's bed time

Pairing: Finnegan x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: COLLEGE WORKLOAD, Finn being sweet

Summary: When Finn comes over to your place to study, he doesn't expect to actually have to study. And he really doesn't expect the breakdown that ensues because of the studying.

Nevertheless, he finds himself staying...

Notes: This is extremely self indulgent, and was written during a breakdown after I realized exactly how much I have to do before sunday night. So of course, instead of actually doing the work, I wrote this.

Tagging my fellow Finn lovers

@sebsxphia @lorecraft @topguncortez @veritable-trash @callsignspark @callsignvalley

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“Alright, that’s it! You’re done for the night!” Finn declared, reaching across the bed to pluck the textbook and your notes from your hand.

“No, just a few more minutes!” You cry, shifting away from him.

“Yeah, that’s what you said ten minutes ago.”

“Well, I haven’t really gotten this concept.” You flip the page, glancing back and forth between your textbook and your notes, brows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s an important one…” At this, Finn leaned closer to glance at your notes, hoping that maybe he help explain it to you so that you would finally set the goddamned books down.

His brows furrowed, leaning closer. You were a diligent note taker, hell, he couldn’t count how many times he had stolen your notebook for a night to copy down his own notes from yours instead of actually listening in the lecture. But these, these weren’t even on the topic you had outlined at the top of the page. They were barely even in English.

He moved quickly, knowing that the element of surprise would be the best way to go with you, because you had a damn strong grip when you wanted to. Plucking the books straight out of your hands, he tossed them behind him. They landed with a thunk on the floor, causing you to look up at him, confused as to what the sound was.

It took a few seconds for what had just happened to click, looking down at your lap only to find it empty.

“What the hell Finn?”

“Honey, you’re exhausted. You need sleep!”

“No!” You lunged as you protested, but Finn was quicker, and you were slow in your exhaustion, and he caught your shoulders, gently pushing you back onto the bed.

“Your notes barely made sense. You have been studying literally all day, you’re exhausted, and you don’t need to study any more tonight!”

This afternoon, when you had invited Finn to study with you after class, he had readily agreed, positive that it would be fifteen minutes of studying before he had you in his lap. But when he had barged in after his practice, book in hand and condom in his pocket, he had found you on the floor with papers surrounding you, angrily muttering to yourself as you shuffled through your physics textbook.

So he had plopped himself down next to you, and together, the two of you worked your way through the homework that had you practically tearing your hair out.

He was positive that he would be rewarded for helping you, smug as he thought about all the ways you could thank him as he watched you organize your notes, only to pull out another textbook and plop yourself down at the desk.

Since then, Finn had taken a nap, and raided your snack drawer, finished four chapters in his book, and had two beers. He was getting up to get the third when he noticed you swaying in your seat, eyes glazed as you stared down at your notes.

“Don’t tell me what to do Finn. I’m not fucking done, that exam is in two days, and if I don’t pass this then…”

“Your grade drops, and so does your GPA, and if your GPA drops, then you won’t get the internship, no internship, no job, no job no life. Yeah, I heard it the first ten times you told it to me, and every time after that. But what you’re doin right now isn’t helping, it’s hurting. You need some sleep and you can study in the morning!”

He knew he had lost you halfway through his little rant, your eyes sliding from him and back to your textbook. And then, you were up and out of the bed, darting across the room in an attempt to reach your stuff before he could grab you, only to trip over your legs.

But Finn was faster,launching himself off the bed, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you back to him.

“Little clumsy there, aren’tcha!”

You could hear Finn laughing, but it seemed like your head was filled with cotton. You needed to study more. Because failing wasn’t an option.

When he was met with your silence, he stopped laughing. Tears were falling down your face, lip wobbling as you desperately tried not to break down in front of him.

“Hey!” Gently, Finn placed you back on the bed, planting his hands on either side of you, and ducking down to break your gaze away from the textbook.

“Listen, you got this in the bag honey. You know you’re gonna ace this exam, second only to me, of course! But hey, not everyone can be perfect all the time, right?”

And that seemed to wake you up, because suddenly, you were shoving him off of you, sending him stumbling backwards.

“Fuck you Finn!”

“Woah, what…”

“Fuck you! Fuck you for barely even having to crack open a book and still get better grades then those of us who bust our asses. And you don’t even fuckin care. You don’t care about anything, except for going to fucking nationals and getting pussy and getting high and just having a great fucking time at college. Cause it should be fun right, why stress about it when you know you’ll probably waltz right out of this goddamned town and get some great job and be set for life!”

You pause, taking a deep breath, and Finn cautiously takes a reaches for you, but your far from done.

“Fuck you for trying to tell me that this doesn’t matter, because it does! This isn’t a joke Finn, this is my life!”

And then, he puts his foot right in his fucking mouth. “But it’s not your life, it’s one exam.” He knows it the second it comes out of his mouth. He doesn’t even have to see your eyes narrow, mouth dropping open as you fully absorb what he just said.

It’s not even like he had just threatened to kill a kitten or commit a murder, but with your reaction, he might as well have just said something equally as outlandish.

“One exam, just one fucking exam huh! Yeah Finn, it’s one exam that is worth forty percent of my grade. You’ve made it very clear that I have made it very clear that this is not just an exam, this is the exam. And sure, maybe I say that about every exam, but that’s only because every single fucking exam I take matters. Every single test or quiz or homework assignment I have done here matters, because if I do not work as hard as I possibly can, then I will have nothing.”

Finn was used to your anger. You got angry at him all the time. What Finn was not used to, was the tears that were currently welling in your eyes.

“I can’t fail this exam Finn! Because if I fail this exam, then it means I failed. And not just figuratively, literally. The last time I failed a test was in eighth grade. Do you know what my parents said to me Finn. Why didn’t you study harder, this was an easy test. What are you going to do better next time. The only reason I failed that exam is because I had another one that morning that I pulled an all nighter studying for. But they were so disappointed in me, and I hated it. Because it didn’t matter that I had not only passed the other exam with an A, but that I was the only student who had passed that exam at all.”

You took another ragged breath, the tears now falling freely as you kept ranting.

“And it’s not just academics, I make one misstep, make one bad decision, and it seems like everyone see’s it, and it never seems to go away.”

You trail off, not even realizing that you are literally swaying side to side. Tenatively, Finn steps to your side, sitting down next to you, and then you are collapsing into him, openly sobbing into his chest.

“You think I want to be like this. I am so, so fucking tired Finn. I’m tired of it all, and I just want… I just want…”

Finn moves then, reaching for you and hauling you onto his lap, hugging you into his chest, running his hand up and down your back. Your crying so hard that you can barely breathe, hardly registering the comfort that Finn is trying to give you.

“Hey, it’s okay!” He tries again.

“Fuck you Finn!” You scream at him, trying to push out of his lap.

“Honey, when was the last time you slept?” And he honestly doesn’t know if you’re ignoring him or if you can’t hear him over the sound of your sobs. One of his hands slides into your hair, gently undoing the ponytail and raking his fingers through it, pausing only to lightly scratch at your scalp.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there, rocking you back and forth, one hand skimming up and down your back, the other tangled in your hair, but eventually, you calm down, the sobs turning into sniffles.

“Baby?”

At this, you tense. That was new. He had never called you that. Gently, he untangles his fingers from your hair, sliding it across your cheek to tilt your chin to meet his gaze.

“Hey, you are not a disappointment.” He barely gets the sentence out before your moving to try and tuck your head back into his chest, but he won’t let you.

“You’re the smartest person I know, which, I mean, we go to STU, so…” And with that, you are no longer trying to burrow into him, but trying to push him away.

“Ok, bad time for a joke. I get it now. But I’m being serious honey. You are so goddamned smart,” He plants a kiss on your forehead. “And funny!” Another kiss, but on your cheek. “And strong!” He switches cheeks, before moving down to your jaw. “And so goddamned sexy!” He tilts your head again.

“And you are going to go so, so far in life, because you are smart and driven and everything anyone could ever hope to be. But you cannot study any more tonight. It’s…” He pauses, glancing at the clock on the wall, “3:27 in the morning, and you need sleep. You were literally swaying like a scarf in the wind a few minutes ago. And before you yell at me again, if you go to sleep now, I’ll help you study in the morning. And before you yell at me for that, no, not the way I helped you study last weekend, although I will go to my grave swearing that it’s the best way to study!”

And now you were giggling, the tears still shiny on your cheeks as he reached up to wipe them away. Your eyes flutter closed, leaning into his hand on your face.

“So what do you say honey? Bed time?”

You crack your eyes open to find him staring at you with a soft expression that you are to tired to decipher at the moment.

“Yeah Finny, bed time.”

Notes: This is extremely self indulgent, and was written during a breakdown after I realized exactly how much I have to do before sunday night. So of course, instead of actually doing the work, I wrote this.

Tagging my fellow Finn lovers

@sebsxphia @lorecraft @topguncortez @veritable-trash @callsignspark @callsignvalley

Also, I have the first few parts of a new Finn series almost up and ready to go! The first part should be up Friday!

[astrophysicist-guitar-god]

Not My Job: Queen's Brian May Gets Quizzed About Dairy Queen

OCTOBER 28, 2017 (12:44 PM ET) || HEARD ON  WAIT WAIT...DON'T TELL ME!

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Brian May left a promising career in science to try his hand at rock 'n' roll, and did OK enough, we guess, becoming a co-founder of the band Queen. (That makes him the only Ph.D. astrophysicist in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.) What's more, he's also deeply into 3D stereoscopic photography, and has just published a new book of pictures of his band.

Given his success with Queen, we made him answer three trivia questions about Dairy Queen, the ice cream and fast food franchise.

Queen's Brian May Rocks Out To Physics, Photography Secret Stereographs: Brian May Of Queen Reveals A Pastime

PETER SAGAL, HOST: 

And now the game where we reward a lifetime of achievement with a few moments of trivia. It's called Not My Job. Brian May left a promising career in science to try his hand at rock 'n' roll. And he did OK. He founded the band Queen with Freddie Mercury, John Deacon and Roger Taylor, making him, as far as we know, the only Ph.D. astrophysicist in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. But he had another enthusiasm, 3-D stereoscopic photography. He's published a new book of pictures of his band so realistic you can practically smell the groupies.

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: Brian May, welcome to WAIT WAIT... DON'T TELL ME.

(APPLAUSE)

BRIAN MAY: Thank you very much.

SAGAL: I spent a good part of yesterday evening with your book of these amazing stereoscopic photos and the great little viewer that comes with them...

MAY: Right.

SAGAL: ...Enjoying these 3-D pictures of your band and its history and Freddie Mercury and your other friends and musicians. And I have one thing to ask you. How is it that in all the years that you've been in the public eye, your hair has never changed?

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: Did any - nobody ever came to you and said, Brian, you know, now it's the 1990s. We need to cut your hair? Has any...

MAY: Yeah, they do it all the time.

(LAUGHTER)

MAY: I have a good answer for that. But it's probably not repeatable on your program.

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: So there are so many things that are interesting about you. You were, as I said - you were pursuing your doctorate in science when the band started, right?

MAY: I was, yeah. In astronomy. In what they now call astrophysics, yeah. And I gave it up. And I thought I was actually doing astrophysics a favor by choosing the other option.

SAGAL: Really?

MAY: Yeah. And I also thought, you know, there's a window opening here. And if I don't kind of walk through - or a door opening, I should say. And I thought, if I don't walk through right now, that door will never open again. So I went off and, against all the odds, became a rock star for some reason.

SAGAL: Yeah. That seemed to have worked out pretty well for you.

MAY: It's OK. It's been OK so far. Yeah.

SAGAL: It really has. But...

PAULA POUNDSTONE: So wait, you're suggesting that you were not a good astrophysicist?

MAY: You know, I didn't think I was.

POUNDSTONE: What would make a bad astrophysicist?

MAY: Well...

POUNDSTONE: Like, you weren't looking in the right...

(LAUGHTER)

MAY: Well, what would make a bad astrophysicist would be, like, not being able to complete your Ph.D., which is what happened.

POUNDSTONE: Oh.

MAY: And I couldn't please my supervisor. So 30 years later, I found myself with another supervisor. And he liked what I did. So I kind of updated my vision of myself. But I got it after 30 years.

POUNDSTONE: Oh, wow.

(APPLAUSE)

SAGAL: Wait a minute. What I love is that you going in to get your Ph.D. not as young Brian May but as Brian May the guitarist of Queen.

MAY: Yeah.

SAGAL: I mean, did you - like, your oral exams - did you come in and say, I could answer your questions, or I could just do the riff from "We Will Rock You."

MAY: Well, you know, they were tough on me. I think they had to be because they couldn't be seen to kind of make it easy for me, you know? And, you know, I got a whole sheaf of stuff that I had to do in order to finish it off.

SAGAL: I bet that...

LUKE BURBANK: Did they try to work in any Queen stuff during the defense of your dissertation? Like, you may think you're the champion, Mr. May...

(LAUGHTER)

BURBANK: ...But this panel thinks otherwise. Do they do anything corny like that?

SAGAL: Now, this is the amazing thing about this book because in addition to your interest in astrophysics and obviously shredding on the guitar, you are a huge photography nerd. And you were...

MAY: Totally.

SAGAL: You were always into 3-D photography.

MAY: Yeah.

SAGAL: I'm just trying to imagine though that - it must have been like the mid-70s in the absolute apogee of, like, the rock 'n' roll lifestyle. And there's the cocaine. And there are the groupies. And there's the liquor. And you're, like, trying to get everybody to hold still so you can take a 3-D photograph.

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: Guys, guys. Come on.

MAY: I'm not going to contradict you there.

(LAUGHTER)

MAY: Should we just move on?

SAGAL: All right. I will.

(LAUGHTER)

POUNDSTONE: Every high school student has the same story, I imagine, on the way to sports events.

SAGAL: Yeah.

POUNDSTONE: Like, when I played lacrosse in high school, we would bang our sticks on the roof of the bus.

MAY: Oh.

POUNDSTONE: How this driver tolerated it I'll never know. And we would scream at the top of our lungs the lyrics to, you know, "We Are The Champions."

MAY: Great.

POUNDSTONE: And it was so much fun.

SAGAL: Oh, yeah.

BURBANK: Did you guys ever win a match?

POUNDSTONE: No.

(LAUGHTER)

MAY: It did you no good whatsoever.

BURBANK: What would you sing on the drive back, "Another One Bites The Dust?"

(LAUGHTER, APPLAUSE)

BURBANK: Can I just ask what - like, in the creation of an amazing, iconic song like "Bohemian Rhapsody," did Freddie Mercury write those lyrics?

MAY: Absolutely.

BURBANK: And, like, what was it like when he says, OK, these are going to be the words to this song?

(LAUGHTER)

MAY: We had a kind of unwritten law. You know, generally, this song was kind of the province of the writer. And the writer would have the final say. So yeah, we didn't really discuss it. We didn't say, you know, why are you saying that, Freddie? It was just...

BURBANK: So no one looked at him when he started singing scaramouche?

POUNDSTONE: Right.

(LAUGHTER)

MAY: You know, we were enjoying ourselves.

SAGAL: Can you do the fandango?

MAY: I mean, this stuff is really fun to do in the studio.

POUNDSTONE: Oh, I bet.

MAY: And nobody had ever done it before, you know?

SAGAL: Oh, absolutely. I'd never heard anything like that in my life when that song came out.

MAY: Well, and you won't again.

SAGAL: I know. I know.

POUNDSTONE: So you guys just, you know, scaramouche, scarmouche, not even looking at one another?

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: I can imagine.

POUNDSTONE: It does sound like fun.

SAGAL: Last question - as an astrophysicist, because this is interesting how you both - do both - can you scientific explain how it is that fat bottomed girls make the world go round?

(LAUGHTER)

MAY: Yeah. I think that's still true. I was just lucky to find out early, you know?

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: Well, Brian May, we can talk to you all day. But we have business to do. We've asked you here to play a game we're calling...

BILL KURTIS: Have a peanut buster parfait.

SAGAL: You, of course, as we have been discussing, are one of the founders of Queen, one of the iconic rock bands of all time. So we thought we'd ask you three questions about Dairy Queen.

(LAUGHTER)

MAY: About what?

SAGAL: Dairy Queen. You might have come across it in your travels across America. It's a popular ice cream and fast food franchise.

MAY: This is the bit I've been looking forward to so much.

SAGAL: Oh, you are.

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: Answer two questions about - by the way, I should say that absolute ignorance is always an advantage in this particular game.

MAY: Well, you've got it in this case.

(LAUGHTER)

ADAM BURKE: I'm just picturing the Queen tour bus pull up to a Dairy Queen.

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: It'd be the greatest day of those people's lives.

BURKE: Freddie just marching in. Blizzards for the lot of us.

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: All right (laughter).

MAY: Can I go home now?

SAGAL: This is already going very well.

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: So the question, though, for Bill is who is legendary guitarist and astrophysicist Brian May playing for?

KURTIS: Ella Jones of Baltimore, Md.

SAGAL: All right.

POUNDSTONE: Here we go.

SAGAL: Just two right, and we win it all. None right - who cares? Here we go. Dairy Queen has given us so much by way of frozen treats, the Blizzard, the Dilly Bar, the Oreo Brownie Earthquake. But it's also responsible for what other wonderful thing? A, the defibrillator device; B - the band No Doubt, or C avocado toast?

(LAUGHTER)

MAY: I would say none of the above. But I have no idea. The defibrillator. I'm going for the defibrillator.

SAGAL: You could use a defibrillator at any Dairy Queen. But the answer is the band No Doubt...

POUNDSTONE: Really?

MAY: You're kidding me.

SAGAL: ...Because it turns out that Gwen Stefani and two of her band mates met and formed their band at a Dairy Queen in Anaheim, Calif., when they both - all worked there.

MAY: I'm on the edge of my seat.

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: But we have other things. There's this Dairy Queen - one of them - in Morehead, Minn. And it's legendary because it still uses all the old recipes. And it was the place where their famous dilly bar treat was invented. Now, the owner there invented a number of other things that corporate never liked - so they didn't catch on nationally - including which of these? Which of these failed Dairy Queen treats? A, the flaming sundae; B, the meat shake...

POUNDSTONE: Ew.

SAGAL: ...Or C, the heck-of-a-job brownie?

(LAUGHTER)

MAY: I'm going to go for number one.

SAGAL: The flaming sundae. You're right.

(SOUNDBITE OF BELL)

POUNDSTONE: Wow.

SAGAL: He invented a flaming sundae, a sugar cube doused with liquor - set it on fire. Very attractive. So your last question. If you get this right you win, which I'm sure will go well with your CBE.

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: Last question. Dairy Queen has a deep, dark secret - something they would rather that you - none of us - would know. What is it? A, their original name was Dairy Fairy; B, their ice cream isn't actually ice cream or C, the chain is wholly owned by the government of Iran?

(LAUGHTER)

BURBANK: He's operating at a slight disadvantage having never been to a Dairy Queen.

SAGAL: That's true.

MAY: I think B.

SAGAL: Yes. You're right.

(SOUNDBITE OF BELL)

SAGAL: It's true that their product - their frozen soft serve cannot be legally called ice cream because it doesn't have enough real cream in it.

(LAUGHTER)

SAGAL: Bill, how did Brian May do on our quiz?

KURTIS: He is a champion.

POUNDSTONE: There we go.

(APPLAUSE)

KURTIS: Two out of three.

SAGAL: My friend, Brian May is an astrophysicist, guitar legend and one of the founders of the great rock bands of all time - that would be Queen. His new book, which is completely worth the hours you will spend staring at it - it's of stereoscopic photos he took. It's called "Queen In 3-D." It is out now. Brian May, what a joy to talk to you. Thank you so much for...

MAY: Thank you all.

SAGAL: Brian May.

(SOUNDBITE OF QUEEN SONG, "WE WILL ROCK YOU")